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WHEN OUR PATHS CROSS AGAIN — A YOON JEONGHAN SOCIAL MEDIA AU.

plot: y/n is a business student, living the peaceful life—except from the odd chaos from their group of friends. however, the peace is interrupted when their professor pairs them up for a project with their arch nemesis from high school; yoon jeonghan. can they put their differences behind them and work together or will they bicker like old times?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gender neutral reader

genre: enemies to lovers, uni au, a slight love triangle, fluff, angst, comedy, my terrible jokes, some written parts

warnings: swearing, lots & lots of bickering, friendly insults, mentions of heartbreak, y/n and their friends pick on each other (affectionately of course!), jeonghan and y/n annoy tf out of each other

starring: members of seventeen

release date: early october.

schedule updates: every one to three days.

status: ongoing

a/n: my first svt sm au!!! and actually the first time i'm writing for seventeen which is baffling because i've loved them for six years :(( i hope you guys enjoy this one 🌱

PLEASE IGNORE THE YEAR ON THE TIMESTAMPS.

permanent taglist: @honeyhuii @soobin-chois @fylithia @enhacolor @ja4hyvn @maiverie @bambisgirl @hiqhkey @its-madi @byeolwonnie @yizhoutv

general taglist (open): @shuatm @end-hyphen @yeosangiehwa @kayleeshinee @justasoftstan @strawberri-uyu @90s-belladonna @hochipochi @sunflowerbebe07 @mingiholic @strawberry-shortest-cake @sollum @angeltetae @amethyistheart @starryyeonjun @minhui896 @joshuaahong @zuzu-the-simp @wanna-skinny @blinkjunhui @anothershorthuman @flrtsbin @minhwa @woozarts @ahnneyong @canberrachloe

✏️ = written part

profiles — y/n's squad ♡ jeonghan's squad

one — perseverance and determination

two — i would never help a criminal

three — hey google, how do i start a conversation with my enemy ✏️

four — sources tell me you're a brat

five — i messed up... ✏️

six — ice cream solves everything

seven — confidential information

eight — thoughts are being thought 👀

nine — #TEAMCHARLIE ✏️

ten — u moody skyscraper

eleven — you are insufferable, yoon jeonghan

twelve — confession

thirteen — wanna get coffee?

fourteen — always gonna be there <3 ✏️

fifteen — new friends 🥰

sixteen — the ex

seventeen — winner pays for lunch

eighteen — wouldn't wanna be chan rn

nineteen — door: 1, y/n: 0

twenty — friends? friends

twenty-one — birthday ♡

twenty-two — hot topic 👀

twenty-three — *sigh*

twenty-four — we're a family

twenty-five — taking the b down

twenty-six — NOT. A. DATE. ✏️

twenty-seven — your secret santa is........

twenty-eight — do you wanna build snowman?

twenty-nine — told you i'd win

thirty — i'm nicer than you

thirty one — operation y/n & jeonghan

thirty two

thirty three

thirty four

thirty five

thirty six

...more to come!

not according to plan | hjs

summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his. what could possibly go wrong?

pairing: joshua x f.reader genre: fake dating, strangers to friends to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~22.1k notes/warnings: johnny suh as the ex-fiancee (sorry, he's not great in this), other idols born in '95 used as background characters, mentions of past cheating, food & alcohol, lots of "dates", reader is referenced as coming from a rich family, mention of being an escort (minus the sex?) smut warnings: making out, multiple smut scenes (kind of, it could be a continuation), multiple orgasms, teasing, they're both v obsessed with each other's bodies, protected sex, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), scratching/marking, squirting, overstimulation, use of lube, i think that's it (but let me know if it's not)

author's note: this fic is dedicated to the lovely @shuadotcom, i'm so sorry it took me literal months to finish fake dating!joshua but here we are anyway. i'm not sure how this one got so away from me either lmao. banner credit to the beautiful @wongyuseokie who (again) did this very last minute. thank you to @wonwussy & @kwanisms for the mid-fic beta. thank you to @wooahaeproductions, @horanghater, @cheolism, & @hannieween for listening to me talk about this and helping with things like petnames & dates.

taglist at the end (& join my permanent taglist here)

“It’s fine, it’s been years and I’m over it. Plus, I’ve been seeing someone anyway and he’s great. So I wasn’t ignoring your invite,” you say without a second thought. 

It’s just a stream of consciousness. The lie comes flying out of your mouth faster than your brain can process it. That’s exactly what it is, too. A lie. You’re not seeing anyone and haven’t been in a serious relationship since the person on the other end of the call broke your heart. 

“Oh, wow, sorry, I didn’t mean to…well, I didn’t know. My mom didn’t say anything when she said she had spoken to your mom about whether or not you were coming to the wedding,” Johnny says with a little bit of ramble. 

“You know how my mom can be, I haven’t had the chance to tell her yet,” you deflect. 

“I’m happy for you, then,” Johnny says. 

“Thanks, I’m happy for you, too,” you force out. Somehow, it doesn’t sound like the lie you know that it is.

“So, it’s not weird, then? I mean our moms are best friends, so the rest of your family is all going to be there. A lot of your friends will be there. I know you haven’t RSVP’d yet, but…” Johnny starts.

“Nope! Not weird at all,” you utter, hoping that your voice sounds even. “It’d be weirder if I wasn’t there, right?” 

“Probably, yeah,” Johnny says. “That’s great, though. Do you want me to mark you down as a yes? I can even add a plus-one, if you want to bring your partner.” 

“That’s so thoughtful, but I wouldn’t want to put you out. I know how expensive weddings can be,” you say and try to sound sincere.

“No, it’s no issue, actually. We have a few extra seats that we left just in case we forgot someone or didn’t know about someone’s partner,” Johnny presses. “So we’ll see you both there?”

“Yeah, you will,” you hurry out. This conversation needs to be over. 

It’s only an hour after hanging up with your ex-fiancee that your mom calls to tell you she can’t believe she had to hear it from Mrs. Suh that you’re dating someone. Which includes a whole lot of deflecting and promises about when she can meet this mystery man. Another twenty minutes after you hang up with your mom, you get a pointed text from your younger sister. The two of you haven’t ever been all that close, so she shouldn’t be surprised that you haven’t mentioned him. She made her side pretty clear when she maintained her friendship with Johnny’s new fiancée. That new fiancee, a close friend of your sisters, also just so happened to be the girl he cheated on you with. So, she can hardly expect to have a close sister bond. Yet, she seems oddly suspicious that she didn’t know you were seeing someone seriously. 

Your quiet Saturday afternoon turns into a full blown headache all thanks to one call from the asshole that you really thought you left in the past. Of course, now is the perfect time for him to pop back up. Now, when you’re even between any sort of casual sex. Now, when you don’t even have someone that you can call up to pretend to date you. This is going to be one of the worst calls that you have to make when you have to admit you made it all up, that you will absolutely not be showing your face at the wedding, and you will also be changing your name before moving away.

For now, you do the only thing that you can think of doing. You call the only person that can give you any perspective on this whole fucking disaster. 

“Well hello,” your best friend answers. 

“Jeonghan, I fucked up,” you say without preamble. 

“This is gonna be good,” he responds. 

“I just got off the phone with my mom,” you begin.

“What did she want?” he asks, knowing that it won’t be anything good.

“Well, you know, to talk about this new boyfriend of mine,” you continue.

“You haven’t dated anyone in forever,” Jeonghan chuckles. 

“Thank you for that,” you snark. “And then, of course, I get a text from my perfect sister wondering why she’s also just hearing about this boyfriend of mine.” 

“Why do your sister and your mom think you’re dating someone?” Jeonghan asks.

“Oh, well, you know. Johnny called today,” you offer.

“Fuck that guy,” Jeonghan interjects.

“He wanted to know why I hadn’t responded to his wedding invite and assumed it was awkward because I was single, so I told him I was seeing someone,” you finally finish.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jeonghan says into the silence and you can imagine his face.

“Right? My life is a fucking mess and now Johnny thinks that I’m bringing my boyfriend,” you groan.

“I’ll start planning the story for why you suddenly left town,” Jeonghan says. 

“For real, my life is over,” you whine.

“What are you gonna do?” Jeonghan asks softly. 

This is really why you called him. Jeonghan is a shithead, sometimes, and he can be a bit of a chaos demon. He also can be a bit of a schemer, especially when it comes to winning a game. But, he’s unfailingly kind and caring to the people he holds dear. He absolutely hates getting into any kind of real conflict with his friends. There’s that whole side to him that honestly wouldn’t hurt a fly and always has a way to comfort. That’s the side that you get now. 

“I don’t know,” you answer, voice just as quiet. “I’m just…I don’t want to let him win, you know?”

And Jeonghan does know. You’ve been friends since before you started dating Johnny. Even though he never liked him, Jeonghan supported you in your relationship. When Johnny proposed, he called your other friends and set up the best engagement party anyone could ask for. From the outside, nobody would ever know that he hated your partner. Honestly, he’s the best friend anyone in the world could ask for. 

Before he got around to setting up the bridal shower, which he’d been quietly planning for months, your whole world turned upside down. Johnny cheated, had been cheating awhile, actually, and Jeonghan was there to pick up the pieces. Somehow, he was the only one that seemed to make it better, probably because he didn’t want to act like things were okay when they weren’t. It was easy to cry in front of him, easy to be vulnerable, easy to just let the process play out so you could heal. Even though he never liked Johnny, he also didn’t say he told you so. This had never been something that crossed his mind. 

“Okay, you’re gonna hate it, but I have an idea,” Jeonghan says.

“Those are never comforting words coming from you,” slips out of your mouth.

“Usually I’d yell at you, but…” he trails off. 

“I swear, if you’re about to say that we pretend to be dating like some romcom, I will hang up the phone,” you warn.

“First of all, that’s rude, I’m a great boyfriend,” Jeonghan says. 

“I never said you weren’t, Hannie, you know I think you’re gorgeous,” you sigh. 

“That’s true, I am,” Jeonghan says through a laugh.

“But, I also know you remember what an unmitigated disaster it was when we fucked,” you point out, earning an even louder laugh. 

“Wow, and here I thought that it was actually great sex,” he says. 

“I’m not gonna keep stroking your ego, I already admitted you were gorgeous. I don’t need to praise the sex, too,” you declare.

“Stroking my…come on, you’re making it too easy,” Jeonghan points out.

“Funny, because I remember you being the easy one that night,” you say, finally managing to get a shot in.

“I hate you,” Jeonghan snorts. 

“I know,” you answer. “Didn’t you say that you had an idea?” 

Jeonghan clears his throat. “Right, yeah. Well, I know this guy and maybe he can help you out.” 

“What is he, an escort?” you snort out.

“Do you want my help or not?” Jeonghan asks.

“Yoon Jeonghan, are you about to set me up with an escort?” you challenge.

“No, of course not, just trust me,” he says.

Just trust me might be the three most terrifying words that could come out of Jeonghan’s mouth, especially when you’re not usually on the receiving end of his schemes. It’s not like you have much choice, though. The wedding is in six weeks and you have to find a solution, fast. So, what choice do you have other than trusting your best friend? How could this go wrong? 

You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghan’s friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, he’s somewhat new to the area, doesn’t know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. There’s no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but he’s not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what he’s walking into. 

Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when they’ll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because “meeting him for the first time at a wedding is gauche” and we wouldn’t want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesn’t actually exist since you haven’t posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesn’t seem to allay her suspicions, though. 

Then, there’s the fact that you’re actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldn’t exactly press the point. Not when you’re planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your ex’s wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you don’t know what Joshua looks like. Don’t know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that he’ll already be at the table when you get there.

It works.

When you give the reservation name at the host stand, you’re immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. It’s not even that you struggle around new people, this is just…well, it’s a lot. It’s out of anyone’s comfort zone. Whatever you’re expecting, it’s not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks. 

His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. That’s all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While you’re appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you. 

In one fluid motion, he’s standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, there’s nothing you can do. You’re completely captivated. 

“You must be Joshua,” you say. Brilliant, you think. That’s obvious.

“It’s nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,” he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you. 

“I feel like he hardly told me about you,” you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.

“Then why did you agree to go out with me?” Joshua asks. 

“Go out with…is this a date?” The question comes tumbling out. 

Joshua’s eyes widen in genuine confusion. “Is it not?” 

“What, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?” 

A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how he’s somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information. 

In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact that’s hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks he’s crafty and isn’t going to come out and tell this man what you’re really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that “offhand comment” was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what he’s getting into. Rookie move.)

Now you’re in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans you’ve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. It’s just…well, you’re absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. It’s just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.

To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didn’t actually realize it was a date. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that he’s absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that you’re not actually looking for something right now. Interesting. 

“So that’s the whole thing and now that I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, I’m sure you’ll understand if we never see each other after tonight,” you finish.

“How am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we don’t see each other after tonight?” Joshua wonders.

“I…what?” you sputter out. 

“Well, sure, we need to work out a few details, but I’m game,” Joshua says with a shrug.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m just really confused?” You don’t even have food yet and this is already the most interesting date you’ve been on, possibly ever. 

“I, uh, may have left a part of my past out when I was sharing what Jeonghan knew about me,” Joshua says. “And honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t catch it or that he did this. I’d be mad if I wasn’t so impressed by how crafty it was.” 

“I’m going to need you to connect some dots for me,” you admit. “Oh and also never tell Jeonghan you appreciate him being crafty. His ego is too big as it is.”

“The first time Jeonghan and I hung out, we went out for drinks, got a little wasted, and I told him about how I got through my university studies without any debts,” Joshua says, pausing long enough for someone to set the appetizer down. “He’s observant, Jeonghan, I’ll give him that. He noticed I had designer clothes, shoes, that kind of thing. And he noticed I didn’t pay attention to the prices of the drinks. So I made a vague comment about being lucky to have found a way through my studies without taking out loans.”

“I’m sure he asked you about that, he loves it when he thinks there’s a scheme,” you note with a smile.

“You’re right about that,” Joshua agrees. “So I, well I told him. When I was in school, I met this woman out one night and she paid me to go to events with her. She wanted, and these were her words, ‘someone young and hot’ with her. And the next four years, that’s what I did. I let people pay for me to go to events with them. Never more than that. I was clear that I wasn’t selling sex or anything, just company.” 

You lean back in your seat with an appraising look. “An entrepreneur from the beginning.” 

“Hey, no judgment,” Joshua says. All you can do is smile.

“I’m not judging, that was really smart and you’re obviously attractive enough for it,” you acknowledge.

“Thank you,” Joshua says. It doesn’t have the air of cockiness Jeonghan’s answer would. He actually seems sincere in accepting the compliment. 

“But, I’m still not going to pay you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you say, even if it’s a bit reluctant. 

“I wasn’t asking you to,” Joshua shrugs. “You don’t have to pay me.”

“Why would you offer to pretend to do something like this? You don’t even know me,” you point out.

“No, I don’t. But, you seem like a good person. And I like Jeonghan, he’s nice…” Joshua says, stopping when you try to cover a scoff. 

“Nice?” you question when you’re caught.

“Wrong word choice,” Joshua dismisses. “He seems like the kind of person that’s a loyal friend, like he would go into battle to protect you. Like someone you can actually trust.”

“He is all of those things, yeah,” you admit.

“And if those things are true, then him holding you out as his best friend means you’re probably all of those things too,” Joshua reasons. 

“I try to be,” you agree. 

“Plus, Jeonghan did mention you had seriously dated someone that was pretty rich, so I figure it’s probably the guy getting married and it’ll be a nice wedding,” Joshua says with a smile. The joke is obvious by the look in his eyes.

“It’s interesting that he mentioned Johnny, that’s my ex, being rich,” you idly comment.

“Is he not?” Joshua wonders.

“Jeonghan is a lot of things, but he’d never lie to his friends,” you answer first. “So, yeah, he is. Well, his family is at least. His mom and mine run a lot of events together, like galas and shit. That’s how we all know each other.”

“Are you rich, too?” Joshua wonders. There’s that little twinkle of something in his eyes again, but there’s also sincerity.

“I’m still not paying you,” you retort.

“Fine,” Joshua agrees. 

You roll your eyes. “Okay, so what’s the plan?” 

There’s a weird world’s colliding feeling to having both Jeonghan and Joshua in your apartment. But, Jeonghan doesn’t like to be left out of things. Once you told him that you and Joshua both knew about his scheming, he offered to help in any way he could. Which is likely just so he’s included. You’ll take what you can get. Now, it means that he and Joshua are sitting on your couch, scrolling through pictures on Joshua’s phone to decide what to include in an instagram post. That’s the first step you and Joshua agreed on. If you’re going to sell this whole fake relationship, then your sister actually is right. There has to be some sort of proof of it online. Which also means that your post has to talk about how you’ve been keeping it quiet and just enjoying getting to know each other without any pressure. Jeonghan takes credit for that, even if you got there on your own. 

“I think I like this one,” Jeonghan says and turns the phone around to show you. 

“Why that one?” you ask. 

“Why not? Don’t you like it?” Joshua worries.

“I don’t know, I feel like my hand is doing something weird,” you point out.

“You look great,” Joshua assures you.

“Oh, ew, you’re not really dating,” Jeonghan complains. 

“You do know you’re going to have to stop saying that, right?” you ask.

“Maybe I didn’t know either,” Jeonghan shrugs.

“No, I’m with her, you’re her best friend and you definitely would’ve known,” Joshua agrees. 

“Why are you on her side already?” Jeonghan whines.

“Because she’s cool and she’s not the one who knew what I did in college and set me up,” Joshua says with a laugh. 

This is how it’s been going for the last hour. You’re not really much for putting a lot of effort into your posts, so this all feels like too much. But, you know that it’s important for it to feel real and it’s important to get it right. You’re honestly pretty happy to just let the guys take the lead and go with the flow of it all. There are going to be plenty of opportunities for you to take the lead. You’re going to take your breaks where you can. 

(That had also meant not putting up too much of a fight when Jeonghan told you to bring multiple outfits with you. Or when you had to change your hairstyle and makeup between the photos so it looked like they hadn’t all been taken the same day. Honestly, this was so much easier for Joshua. Then again, he’s the one doing you a favor. So maybe you can let him have it.)

After you finally get your couple pictures posted, and get a flurry of messages ranging from surprise to congratulations, you move onto preparing Joshua to meet your parents, your sister, and her husband. Jeonghan is actually a lot of help with that because he’s been around them a lot. Well, he’s helpful after he tries to scare Joshua about how intimidating it’s going to be only to give up when Joshua is unbothered. He’s so calm about everything that it’s actually kind of nice to be around. And he has no problem firing back at Jeonghan, which is really fun to watch. 

You go through what your parents are like, what they do both for work and as hobbies. Joshua perks up at the mention of your dad loving music and sometimes spending his weekends just exploring new venues. It seems like there might be more to that, though you don’t press when he waves it off. It’s different when you talk about your sister, two years younger and already married. Not that you’re dying to be married or even care that she got married before you. That’s always seemed like a weird societal expectation, anyway. What does it matter when anyone gets married? If it’s their right person, then it makes sense. You being upset over your failed engagement really doesn’t have anything to do with your sister’s marriage, despite her instance it does. 

It becomes obvious that you’re losing Jeonghan’s attention when you turn down his request to start playing games or watch a movie. It’s not that you don’t want to do those things, it’s just that you have a lot to cover in far less time than you realized. Sure, the wedding is still weeks away. What’s not weeks away is your first dinner with your family. That’s going to be around the corner. The least you could do, you figured, was plan a time before posting pictures on instagram. So, Jeonghan asks if it’s okay to leave and you almost sigh in relief. This will be easier without an extra person.

“Not to pry, but what’s the deal with you and Jeonghan?” Joshua asks when you settle back on the couch with a glass of wine. 

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I don’t know, I feel like I was picking up on something,” Joshua shrugs.

“We’re really just friends,” you assure him.

“Sometimes those are the best…” Joshua starts.

“Don’t,” you cut off. He worries for a second before he realizes you’re smiling. “We did try. Not so much a try, I guess, but we slept together maybe 6 months after Johnny and I broke it off and it just wasn’t it.” 

“You and him slept together?” Joshua questions.

“Is that weird for you?” you ask.

“No, it’s just interesting that you’re still so close,” Joshua observes.

“I guess,” you say with a shrug. “He’s great, obviously attractive, but we just, I don’t know. I didn’t feel anything. Neither did he. So, staying friends seemed like the right choice.”

“Interesting,” is all Joshua says. “Have you dated anyone seriously since Johnny?” 

“Not that seriously, no,” you admit. “I’ve gone on dates with different people and some of them stuck around for a bit, but nothing serious.” 

“Not finding the right people?” Joshua presses.

“I just haven’t found anyone that made me feel like Johnny did at the beginning or even like I did when he proposed,” you say. 

“I can understand that, even if I don’t really get it. You’re gorgeous, anyone would be lucky,” he says smoothly. You cover a blush with a slight eye roll. 

“I guess that’s why most of my close friends will also believe that I kept a new relationship on the low. They saw me post-Johnny and have seen me try to date,” you share.

“Yeah that’s good for us, at least,” Joshua agrees.

“What about you, though? When was your last relationship?” you ask.

“Ah, well it’s been a little over a year,” Joshua says. 

“Bad ending?” you wonder. You’re not sure why you press him on it.

“It wasn’t great,” Joshua says with a chuckle. “She, uh, well she decided that she just really would rather be with one of my friends than with me.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that,” you say, suddenly sorry.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he says. “She didn’t actually cheat on me, but she had started getting close to him and sharing everything with him.”

“Arguably worse, in my opinion. Emotional cheating is still a thing,” you say, trying to offer comfort. 

“Thank you,” Joshua says. His eyes are soft and full of care. “And, like you, I have dated since then, just nothing worth talking about.” 

It’s an easy transition from that into talking about your backgrounds. Like speed dating, except somehow more intense. You learn Joshua’s birthday, his parents names, that he’s an only child, and where he grew up. Nothing is too small and you joke about taking notes before you actually go to get a notebook. Joshua tells you his favorite color and his favorite food, tells you about his favorite memories, favorite places where he grew up, and favorite places he’s found since moving here. There’s a way that his face lights up when he talks about his friends that’s drawing you in. You tell him the same. That all feels a little surface level, which you point out. If this is going to work, it has to be deeper, more serious. 

That’s when something seems to almost break down. Joshua suggests that you tell each other the deep stuff, the things that you don’t always admit to someone you’re dating. Or, maybe you admit it and don’t get into the reasons why. When Joshua goes first and admits that he’s happiest when he’s playing his guitar, even if nobody else is listening, his whole face changes. It’s like a completely different version of him. He’s got an open face as it is, that hasn’t changed, but you realize maybe he’s a little guarded behind the smile as well. Maybe there really is more depth than he wants anyone to realize. Maybe this is going to be more interesting than you thought.

“Can I hear you play?” you ask. His face is adorable with his eyes full of surprise.

“You want to hear me play?” There’s an emotion you can’t place when he looks at you.

“I love music, too, Joshua,” you say softly. “I’d love to see what you’re passionate about.”

“Oh, well, I usually play at this acoustic night on Thursdays at a coffee shop downtown,” Joshua tells you.

“You do? That’s so cute!” you say before second guessing it. He looks away like he’s a little embarrassed and you worry for a split second.

“I’d love it if you came by,” he says.

“It’s a shame that we can’t say that’s where we met,” you admit.

“Wait, that would be a good idea, actually,” Joshua says and you smile. 

“It would be, but I also know events like that. It’s always a similar crowd so I’m sure someone will know that I’ve never been,” you reason. 

“Fair point,” Joshua concedes. 

“Why don’t we just say we met on a dating app?” you suggest and Joshua pulls up his face. “Okay, I know apps are lame and honestly, I don’t use them much. But, think about it. That’s the perfect reason why we didn’t bring it up until now, we didn’t want to answer the ‘where did you meet’ question by saying an app.” 

“Okay, yeah, I do actually like that because it’s easy and it doesn’t feel like a wild story,” Joshua says. 

“What about your parents?” you ask. “Do we need to make plans to meet them if you’re also posting about me?” 

“We can figure that out, but they live pretty far away so it would probably just be over FaceTime or something,” he says.

“I also understand if you don’t want to do that because we’re just pretending,” you suggest. 

“No, it’d be cool to have you meet them. Even if the relationship isn’t real, I’d like to be friends for real, so that’s not a total lie,” Joshua reasons. 

“I’d like to be friends too,” you agree. “How long have you been living here, now?” 

“Oh, um, like 8 months?” Joshua says like a question.

“I was figuring like a month or two with the way Jeonghan talks about you,” you laugh. 

“You’ve been friends with him for years, you’re not actually surprised,” Joshua points out. 

“Okay so now I guess we have to figure out when we started dating,” you comment.

“And everything else, but we can do it,” Joshua says. 

You’re a little nervous sitting on your couch waiting for Joshua to show up. Even though you offered to pick him up for dinner with your family tonight, he insisted on being the one to drive. Of course he’s right on time, which you’re already realizing is a trait of his. He’s even a gentleman when he opens the door for you, just like he pulled the chair out the first time you met for the date-not-date. As you put your seatbelt on, you notice that there are a few things in the backseat. 

“What’s all that?” you ask as he slides into the driver’s seat. 

“Flowers for your mom, a bottle of scotch for your dad, and a cheese board for your sister because you said they just moved and she likes to host,” Joshua lists off as if it’s nothing.

“You did not have to get things for all of them,” you point out. 

“Of course I did, but I also wanted to. I’m trying to make a good impression,” he says, making your heart a little light.

“That’s so kind,” you whisper out.

“Oh, I thought of something else,” Joshua shifts. You’re worried you made him uncomfortable until he speaks again. “Are you a pet name person in relationships?”

That makes you snort, something that would embarrass you in any other situation. It’s not the first time he’s heard it, though. “That depends on what you want to call me.”

“That’s a dangerous way to say that,” Joshua answers. His eyes are still on the road, yet you don’t miss the way he reacts.

“I don’t like overly cutesy names,” you say to diffuse a little bit of the moment. “Like, I don’t know, if you want to call me sugarplum or honeybunch or something like that, please don’t.”

“You’re just giving me ideas to take away my fun,” he pouts.

“Well, what were you thinking of calling me? Or are you even a pet name person?” you ask.

“I do like them,” Joshua says. “I’m not sure that I have a go-to or anything. For you, I might say angel or possibly darling.”

“I think I prefer angel, if I’m allowed to pick,” you say after a moment.

“Of course,” Joshua replies. Studying his face, you’re looking for a hint of mocking or insincerity, but there’s nothing to find. This is just him.

“Do you want me to use a pet name for you?” you wonder.

“I’d happily take one, no pressure, though,” he says. 

“I’ll have to think about it,” you tell him. “Something generic like babe doesn’t feel right.”

“Are you saying I’m special?” Now you can hear the light teasing in his voice. 

“I take it back, any more compliments are going to go to your head,” you huff out. 

As you get closer to your parents’ house, you start to bounce your knee with an excess of nervous energy. It’s not until Joshua reaches a hand out to take one of yours that you’re even sure you’re doing it. There’s something calming about it, though. Nothing about him reaching out feels like he’s trying to stop you, just show that you’re not alone in this. Which is more than welcome. The last person you brought to meet your parents was Johnny. Given how that ended and why Joshua is around in the first place, it’s not exactly the most comforting thought.

Once you pull up to their house, you take a deep breath. It’s only to settle your rising nerves, but it also serves to give Joshua enough time to come and open your door. Even though you’ve told him that he doesn’t need to be this sweet, he insists. Without saying a word, he holds out a hand to help you out of the car. Instead of dropping your hand once you’re out, he uses it to pull you into him and wraps his arms around you. There’s this immediate sense of comfort, like you have actually been dating for months. You inhale his cologne without meaning to, something warm and woodsy. 

“It’s going to be fine, parents love me,” he assures you when you pull away.

“I don’t doubt that,” you say, releasing the breath you were holding and your tension with it. 

“So come on, my little granola wrapper, let’s go,” Joshua says as he lets you go to get the gifts out of his backseat. 

It takes you a full few seconds to register what came out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” 

“Is that not the one?” he asks, eyes alight with some kind of mischief. 

“I’m not going to encourage this,” you huff.

“Whatever you say, jellybean,” he throws out casually. 

The second you step into the house, you see exactly what Joshua means. Your mother is fawning over him in a matter of seconds, your father is making plans to show him his records, your sister’s husband is asking when they can go out for drinks, and your sister even holds back the snark. All during the course of the pre-dinner drinks and largely, you think, due to the gifts that Joshua brought. He had a reason for the meaning behind the type of flowers for your mother, a favorite musician who swore by the scotch for your dad, and even bought the cheese board from a small business that customized things. 

Dinner comes along and you still feel like you’ve barely said anything with Joshua masterfully steering the conversation. He even makes it sound good that you met on an app, with his improvised story of wanting to meet people in a new city. According to him, he wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you and was done for the second he saw you sitting at dinner. It’s something real, that you met him for dinner the first time at a fancy downtown restaurant. And you realize you never actually asked what his impression was that first night. More than once, you catch yourself watching his profile as he talks to one of your family members. Everything about him is at ease and you wonder if it really is all fake. Not that you think anything about him is disingenuous, he’s just really good at making people like him. 

The only hiccup doesn’t come until your mother is pulling out dessert. According to your sister, she’s got an excellent pie in the refrigerator that you simply have to try. You’re about to say something when Joshua beats you to it. 

“I don’t think my little sugarplum likes fruit pies, but it sounds amazing and I’d love a piece,” Joshua interjects smoothly. 

Your sister nearly spits out her drink, whether it’s at the nickname or him speaking up for you, you’re not sure. In any other situation, you would scold him for the name, but you’re a little stunned he remembers you don’t like pie. It came up once in a rapid fire of likes and dislikes. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t,” your sister agrees. “I’d almost forgotten.” 

(That’s when you’re sure it was another of your sister’s tests. Trying to catch you in some kind of lie about your relationship. But, it doesn’t work and you feel a little victorious for that.)

The doorbell rings through the house and you look to your mother, silently asking if she’s expecting someone. It’s unusual for them to have company calling this late on a Friday night. It’s usually reserved for dinners with friends or family or galas. Unsurprisingly, your mother doesn’t seem to know who it could be, but disappears to answer the door all the same. When a voice drifts through from the hallway, you freeze on the spot.

“I really just came by to drop that off for my mom, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’d hate to intrude on dessert,” the guest says. 

“Nonsense, you’re not interrupting,” your mother insists. 

“I saw an unfamiliar car, so I figured you might have guests,” he says as they come through the doorway into the living area. 

Your heart stutters a little in your chest, feels heavier for seeing him. Somehow he looks taller and broader than the last time you saw him. He’s wearing his hair shorter and he looks more mature, somehow, like he’s seen so much more of the world than when you were together. Which is probably true, if you think about it. It’s been a couple years and that means he’s had more time working with his father. 

“That would be my car,” Joshua says, getting to his feet immediately and extending his hand. “I’m Joshua.” 

“Johnny,” he answers and shakes Joshua’s hand. Yet, his face looks a little tense and his eyes mostly stay on you. 

“It’s just family,” your mother shares, though Johnny can obviously see that himself, “since our darling daughter finally brought Joshua around to meet us.” 

“I’m glad she did, dinner was wonderful and the company was even better,” Joshua says with a smile at your mother. She nearly blushes at his compliment. 

“Oh, hush,” your mother says with a wave of her hand. “I was just getting some pie if you’d like to stay for a piece, Johnny. Although, I’d hate to keep you from home.”

Joshua sits back down next to you, a little closer than is strictly necessary, and puts his arm along the back of the couch behind you. You feel safe pressed up against his side like that. Johnny clears his throat when he looks away from the pair of you. “Gabby has been out of town all week, actually, so I’m going back to an empty home anyway. I’d love to stay for a piece of your famous cherry pie.” 

“Great!” your mother says and disappears off into the kitchen. 

“What’s got Gabby away?” your sister asks. 

“Just a conference,” Johnny answers. “There was a final banquet tonight and she’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“She’s busy, away this week, bachelorette next weekend,” she says offhand. 

“Keeping tabs on when everything is?” you ask of your sister. She looks at you like you’re crazy and Johnny looks awkward.

“No, I was invited to it,” your sister answers evenly. 

Before you can even answer, Joshua is speaking up. Probably sensing your discomfort. After all, you hadn’t gotten to tell him that Johnny’s fiance is friends with your younger sister. They had gone to school together and been close. Stealing her sister’s fiancée doesn’t seem to have impacted the friendship. 

“You must be excited with the big day getting so close,” Joshua says. He moves his arm from behind you so that he can take your hand on your thigh. It makes you look down at your hands before glancing at him, only to find his gaze on you already. It also means you miss the way Johnny follows the movement. 

“Uh, yeah, I mean, I’m definitely excited. It’s just been a lot of planning,” Johnny says. 

“I bet,” Joshua says. “Thank you so much for inviting me, I know how stressful changes can be.” 

“It’s no problem, I’m happy you’ll both be there,” Johnny says. 

With almost a practiced subtlety, Joshua squeezes your hand. There’s so much in that one movement. A reassurance, a reminder to breathe, a reminder that he’s there, a promise that everything is going to be okay. Your heart hurts seeing Johnny sitting in the living room so casually as if nothing happened, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected. Maybe that has something to do with this impossibly kind, completely idiotic person next to you. You also can’t help the way your gaze lands on him. Just in profile, at first, before he senses your look and turns to you with a dazzling smile. It’s like there’s nobody else in the world but the two of you.

The conversation shifts slightly when your mother comes back in with a tray full of pie slices and your father comes back with whatever record he was looking for to show Joshua. Just like that, you survive your first in-person interaction with Johnny. Actually come out of it feeling like you might be able to handle this. The smile you send Joshua while he’s eating his pie is so fond that you’re not even sure who you are. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me last night,” Jeonghan says in lieu of a hello.

“Hello to you too, I’m good, thanks for asking,” you retort.

“Greetings are for people who remember their best friends, not for people who send a single sentence recap after bringing their fake boyfriend home to meet the family,” Jeonghan states immediately.

“That’s a very long rule,” you note.

“Deserved, though,” Jeonghan says.

“I was tired, Han, it was a long night,” you explain.

“A long night where your ex showed up,” he reminds you.

“That actually wasn’t so bad,” you admit. “Joshua made it feel pretty easy.”

“Oh did he now?” 

You don’t have to be in the same room as Jeonghan to hear the expression on his face when he says that. “It was just easy, Jeonghan, nothing more than that.”

“What did your parents think?” he asks, switching gears.

“They loved him, like actually loved him. My mom was enamored and kept calling him handsome. My dad was talking about music with him and making plans to go check out some acoustic music venue. Even the ice queen couldn’t find anything to fault him for,” you share.

“She’s less of an ice queen and more of a mean girl and a bitch,” Jeonghan adds.

“You said it,” you mumble.

“I mean, come on, who thinks it’s okay for their friend to sleep with their sister’s fiancé? And then stays friends with the girl?” Jeonghan gets really defensive with this. He would ride for you to the ends of the world, which you do love. Just not today. 

“I don’t wanna relive that whole thing, it’s done and over. Nothing to do now,” you say, weariness seeping into your voice.

“Would you want to do anything about it?” Jeonghan asks.

“What do you mean?” You answer the question with a question.

“Like would you want to go back to when you were with Johnny?” Jeonghan asks.

You think about it for half a second. “No.” 

“That was fast,” Jeonghan comments.

“What’s there to go back to? He made his choice and I’m fine, honestly. It was weird seeing him and hearing him talk about his wedding, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” you say.

“Is that because of your Prince Charming?” Your best friend, always doing the most, puts this question into a sing-song voice. 

“He’s not a Prince Charming. You’re so annoying,” you scoff. 

“I don’t know, he sure seems to be saving you,” Jeonghan presses. 

“I can’t with…” you start, trailing off at the knock on your door.

“Who’s there?” Jeonghan asks. 

“No clue,” you answer, getting off your couch to go see. 

“I bet it’s Prince Charming,” Jeonghan laughs out.

“Would you fuck…” you begin as you open the door to find the very subject of your conversation on the other side, “off.”

“I’m right aren’t I?” Jeonghan is nearly shrieking with glee.

“Sorry, gotta go,” you say.

“Oh no, no, no,” Jeonghan tries.

You’re stepping aside to let Joshua into your apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch.”

“Let me know if I need to add one more to the reservation,” Jeonghan says. 

“Goodbye,” you say with an eye roll Jeonghan can’t see, but will surely hear. You hang up as soon as he also says goodbye.

“Jeonghan?” Joshua guesses.

“Unfortunately,” you confirm. 

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” Joshua says. It’s nothing like when someone says it out of forced courtesy. He actually seems like he’s making sure he’s not intruding. 

“No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting you,” you admit. 

“Sometimes that’s the best time to come over,” Joshua says with a shrug.

“Does that mean you have a plan?” you wonder.

“Yup,” Joshua says.

“Gonna tell me what it is?” you ask.

“Nope,” he says with a concerning smile, popping the end of nope. “Go put on something comfortable but with layers. And we’re not going hiking or anything like that.” 

An hour later, you’re pulling off the road in an area you’ve never been to, even with as long as you’ve lived here. The views are instantly enough to take your breath away. You can see the whole city below you, all the bustle of traffic and skyscrapers. Somewhere, you know there are people rushing to and fro, too busy to stop and appreciate what’s around them. Straight ahead, you can see the way the low clouds glide around, splitting around the very tops of the buildings. It’s beautiful and it also makes you realize just how small you are. 

While you’ve been appreciating the views in front of you, Joshua has been gathering his supplies from the trunk. By the time you turn around, he’s laying a blanket and basket down on the ground in front of the car. 

“Is this…did you set up a picnic?” you ask.

“I wanted to show you this place and figured some food might be nice,” he says with an easy smile. 

“That’s so sweet,” you say earnestly.

You settle on the blanket next to him and look through the food he’s pulling out. There are some of your favorite things and some things you’re not even sure you’ve seen before. Somehow, though, you feel like they might become some of your new favorites. He even brought plates and he sets about putting one together for you to pick at.

Joshua tells you about how this is his favorite place and he found it completely by accident. He loves being down in the city and around all the people, but there’s something nice about seeing things from this perspective too. It’s like he can just disconnect for a while. Turn off his phone. Read or listen to music. Just be totally alone. It’s how he works through a problem or gets the perspective he needs.

“I can’t believe you’re sharing it with me,” you admit and his eyes light up with his smile.

“I just thought, after last night, you might appreciate having a place to get away from it all,” Joshua says.

You want to say something, anything, really, to acknowledge what Joshua just said. Try to say something. Your throat doesn’t want to cooperate, it seems. Your brain, either. In fact, all you can manage to do is turn away to hide the tears. Joshua is observant, though. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into his chest and runs his hand along your back. He quietly soothes you as you cry out a lot of emotions you didn’t even realize you were experiencing. 

And something about him comforting you, this near stranger who doesn’t actually owe you anything, sets you off more. In the early days of your relationship with Johnny, you know it was good. It must have been. Surely, it was more than a relationship between two people who had known each other for years with families that were intertwined. You don’t remember it anymore. Don’t remember him ever holding you like this without even knowing what was wrong. Don’t remember him taking you on a date like this just because he thought you would enjoy it. Since you haven’t seriously dated anyone since the break-up, he also feels like your only frame of reference. That makes you sad for an entirely different reason. Who loses it over someone just being a little kind?

“I’m so sorry,” you finally say when you manage to pull yourself together. 

“For what?” he asks. 

“For just crying like that and being such a mess,” you say. 

Joshua shakes his head. Moves his hand up to your face and waits for confirmation that it’s okay. When you nod, he gently wipes the tears from under your eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. What you’re going through with your ex, most of us could never even imagine that kind of pain.”

“But still, you barely know me and here you are trying to be kind and all I can do is cry,” you say. 

“First of all, I think last night and the food I put together show I’ve actually learned a lot about you in a short time,” he says and you have to laugh at that. He’s right. “Second, I’m just happy you feel safe enough with me to cry. It’s not healthy to hold all that in. You’re not in this alone.”

That brings you up short more than anything. He’s right, again (an annoying habit, if you’re being honest). You don’t feel any hesitation around him. Nothing to stop you from crying if you feel like crying. That’s unusual, to say the least. Normally, you’ll do anything to avoid anyone seeing you emotional. But, this man you just met is different. He’s safe. You’re not sure how or why, but you know you can trust him. 

“Are you free tomorrow for brunch?” you ask. Joshua gives you a quizzical look for a moment at the sudden topic change. 

“Yeah, why?” he asks. 

“I just need to send one quick text and then I want to do what you said you normally do here. Disconnect from the world and just appreciate the afternoon,” you say and find yourself smiling along with his smile. He really is so beautiful. 

You: add one to the reservation for brunch tomorrow and i’ll call you tonight when i’m home

You switch your phone into Do Not Disturb before the response comes and turn all your attention back to Joshua. 

Over the next couple weeks, Joshua slips seamlessly into your life and your existing friendships. Some of them, like those closest to you that come along to the Sunday brunches, know the whole story. It’s not like they would believe you had kept a relationship secret for that long, anyway. And it’s good to have a few extra sets of eyes and ears helping to sell the story. Other friends get the same story that your family and Johnny got. It’s not that you don’t trust them, you do. It’s more important to keep the circle of people who know the real story as small as possible, though, so that it actually succeeds. All your friends adore him from the second they meet him. The only surprise is how well Jeonghan seems to be adjusting to sharing your time. He wants to give you a hard time, yet he doesn’t. 

You meet all Joshua’s friends and coworkers, too. It feels way easier than it should the first time you join him and his coworkers after work for drinks. They spend most of the time giving Joshua a hard time that he’s kept you to himself for so long. It’s easy to fall into step and you find that you do know him a lot better than you think. So, it’s just as easy for you to jump in when they’re giving him a hard time. He pretends to be annoyed, but you can tell by the way he smiles that he likes it. It’s one of those genuine smiles that makes his eyes bigger and brighter. Everything just feels…easy. Like this whole thing wasn’t actually a bad idea after all. 

Your favorite part might be the first time you got with him to an Open Mic Night and get to see him play. He’s got that easy kind of confidence on the guitar. Like he knows he’s talented, but not in a cocky way. It’s his singing that catches you off guard. His voice moves over the notes with an ease that makes you wonder why this isn’t something he’s doing for a living. He’s got this way of pulling you into songs that you don’t even know. And he’s so kind with the people that show up just to see him play. They all seem just as happy to meet you and know that he’s happy. 

There’s only been one part that’s been difficult. Not difficult, exactly, but not as comfortable as some of the other things. While you and Joshua talked through anything and everything to prepare to start a fake relationship, you covered comfort levels with physical affection. You both say you’re comfortable with physical touch, though he seems to seek it out more than you do. That includes at least some level of PDA as a couple. You’ve never really been one to just randomly make out with a partner in public, but you’ve never been shy about expressing affection either. It was fine, when it was all theoretical. 

In actual practice, it’s been a little more difficult. The first time Joshua had pressed a kiss to the side of your head while you were out with people that didn’t know it was fake caught you off guard. It shouldn’t have, he asked before doing it and you confirmed it was fine. What you hadn’t been entirely prepared for was how it would feel when he did it. Or how it would feel that he was so casual about it, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like it wasn’t making you rethink everything in your life. 

Tonight, you’re hanging out with friends at Hyejin’s house. You and her have been friends since before you even started school. So, she knows what’s really going on with Joshua. Your other friends there, though, are mostly not in on it. Which is fine. You’re shockingly comfortable with the song and dance. 

It’s not actually fine. 

It starts the same as any other time you’ve been out somewhere with him. You’re sitting close together on the couch, thighs pressed together, with his arm behind you along the back of the couch. Periodically, his fingers play with the sleeve of your shirt. It’s an absentminded habit and you’re used to it. He’s usually keeping some sort of contact with you in a very subtle way. You learned right away that he did like physical touch, but it was rarely something obvious. One drink in and his affection got a little more obvious. Arm wrapped firmly around you. More kisses pressed to the side of your head. 

Two drinks in and it changes again. He removes his arm from around you in favor of holding your hand. Playing with your fingers while he’s having other conversations, like he doesn’t even realize. Hand squeezing your thigh. Or tracing patterns into the material of your pants. Head dropping down on your shoulder when he’s not talking to someone else. And it’s definitely not fine. You’re nursing your drink, but even if you weren’t, his constant presence would sober you. Since you’ve just finally finished your first, you think maybe a second is a good idea.

It’s not. Joshua gets another drink, his third, and you decline. Instead, you stick with the water you’ve been drinking since you couldn’t even finish your second. You want to be able to respond, whatever happens. Respond to whatever new form of affection unlocks with this next drink. 

“I hope you stick around, you’re my favorite of the partners that we’ve met,” Mimi announces to Joshua when he plops back down next to you. 

You’re glad that you hadn’t taken a sip because it would’ve come out immediately. Mimi has been a friend for a long time as well, and you love her, but she doesn’t know the truth. 

“Don’t I know it,” Joshua agrees, earning a lot of laughter. 

“Have you met Johnny yet? I know you’re going to the wedding,” Taehyung wonders. 

“Yeah Johnny showed up magically the night I brought him by to meet my parents, sister, and brother-in-law,” you say, regaining some composure. 

“I think you traded up,” Joshua says, eyes laser focused on you. 

You’re not so lucky this time and you just took a sip. You nearly choke. “Do you?”

“Definitely,” Joshua insists. 

“I agree,” Jimin says and Mimi elbows him in the side. “What?”

“You’re going to the wedding,” she says. 

“So? He’s a fucking tool,” Jimin shrugs off. 

“Are you all going, then?” Joshua asks. 

“A good portion of us, yeah,” Hyejin says. “Family connections, you know?” 

“I wasn’t invited,” Mimi pouts. 

“Want to come?” Taehyung asks and Mimi laughs. 

“Tae, my love, you can’t just invite people,” Mimi says and shakes her head. 

“I have a plus-one,” Taehyung says with a shrug. “I think we all knew I wouldn’t make it to the wedding in my relationship. But, Johnny still thinks I’m bringing someone.”

“Damn, okay. I’m in,” Mimi says. 

“I’m not going either, my family ties weren’t enough to get an invite,” Jeonghan says without any sorrow in his eyes. 

“That’s because of what you said to him after the break up,” Hyejin interrupts with a laugh. 

“I don’t remember saying anything that bad,” Jeonghan shrugs, and examines his finger nails to show how little he cares. 

“Remind me to show you what he said some time, it was fucking gold,” Hyejin says to Joshua.

“Do you have it saved?” you ask.

“I should have it framed, honestly,” Hyejin says. “Get you a best friend like Jeonghan, for real, for real.” 

“Hey, that’s my best friend, get your own,” you joke. 

“That’s a shame you won’t be there though, Han, I could’ve used the familiar face,” Joshua says.

“Like you’re going to be paying attention to anyone but your date,” Hyejin teases. 

“Can you blame me? I still can’t believe how lucky I got,” Joshua says without any hint that he’s pretending. It makes your heart skip a couple beats as you try to catch your breath. 

“Ugh, I’m so single,” Mimi whines. 

“Maybe not after the wedding,” Hyejin teases. 

The conversations devolve from there into separate, smaller chats. Joshua is back to tracing patterns into your leg. Without warning, he pops his head up and places a quick peck on your lips before dropping his head onto your shoulder again. He’s so nonchalant about it that you’re not really sure it even happened. You’ve kissed a couple times like that, quick pecks in public. But, it’s always been when you’ve talked about it. It isn’t until you look up to meet Jeonghan’s eyes that you know it all really happened. 

Joshua, unaware that he’s just turned your world a little upside down, moves his head to look at you again. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

It’s barely a whisper and you know he’s not drunk. He’s not sober either, though. And you’ve had drinks around each other before. He’s just never been quite so glued to your side or free with the compliments. You’re also not usually so singularly focused on him. A fact that doesn’t go entirely unnoticed. 

“Thank you,” you whisper back. 

“I’m kinda hungry,” he continues in a bit of a whine. 

“Well you were the one who thought skipping dinner was smart,” you tease him. 

“But my little honeybunch,” he teases back. You snort and miss the way several of your friends watch the interaction because they know how you are about weird pet names. 

“Try again, sweetheart,” you answer. 

“Sweetheart, I like the way that sounds,” he says, distracted. 

“Just a little longer and we can leave and get something to eat,” you say and he sighs. 

“Fine,” he concedes and kisses your cheek, just barely a whisper away from the corner of your mouth. 

About half an hour later, you say your goodbyes. Despite your suggestions, Joshua continued drinking instead of switching to water. It’s as fine as it can be, though. He’s just an affectionate drinker. He wraps an arm around you, slipping a hand into your back pocket so that he can whisper thanks again. You do your best to shrug it off and let him drape his arms around your shoulder instead. 

The car ride is quiet, initially. You pick a playlist that he made for you after you first met. Something he seems to enjoy. You’re nearly back at his place when he says that he doesn’t have anything to eat. But, luckily, there’s a place around the corner that he loves that’s still open. He manages to place an order on the app, gets something for you as well, and pays before getting there. All you have to do is walk in. 

“I hope you’ll come in and eat with me,” he says when you get back into the car. 

You’re not really sure how to tell him that you don’t want to. Not because you don’t want to spend time with him. Or that you don’t appreciate him ordering something he knows you’ll like. No, it’s so much deeper than that. It’s that you don’t know if your heart can handle it. You’ve got a couple more weeks of this and your heart is taking a beating. All of this is fake. It’ll be over after the wedding. But, the compliments don’t feel fake. The kisses don’t feel fake. The affection doesn’t feel fake. Your heart racing is real, oh so real. You don’t need anyone to tell you that you’re in way too deep. 

None of that comes out, though. 

“Sure, sweetheart,” you say and hold your breath for a second. You hadn’t meant to say that when it was just you. 

Joshua smiles over at you. “Really do like that.” 

Does he know what he’s doing to you? Can he hear your heart hammering in your chest? Can he hear your breath catch? Does he know how insanely beautiful he is? Or that he’s all the more beautiful because he’s so unfailingly kind? 

Probably not, because he gets distracted and starts singing along as the song changes. It’s welcome, but also a little devastating. His voice cuts through you in a way you’re still very unprepared to handle.

After another few minutes, you’re at Joshua’s place. He springs back into action and tries to open your door for you, even though you’re the driver. He settles for taking hold of your hand as he walks to his door, only reluctantly dropping it when he gets to the door. 

His apartment is familiar to you, it has to be for this to be believable. So, he sets the food out and you grab plates. You grab a couple waters from the fridge while he takes the food over to the couch, bypassing the table. You sit next to him, leaving enough space between you that you’re not touching. Hoping he doesn’t think anything of it. 

It’s useless, apparently, because he slides over to press into your side.

What’s worse (not that you thought that was possible) is that he picks things off of your plate and gives you food off his plate. Tries to feed it to you, actually, and pouts when you don’t let him. It takes everything in you not to beg him to be gentle on your heart. He doesn’t even seem to realize what he’s doing to you as he smiles and jokes. Doesn’t seem to think twice about playing with your hands or his hand on your leg or any of the things he usually does when you have an audience. There’s nobody here to see and he’s not usually this touchy when you’re alone. Maybe it’s the drinks.

“I like your friends a lot, you know,” he says out of nowhere.

“They like you, too,” you assure him.

“What about you?” he asks.

“I’d assume they like me as well,” you laugh out.

“No, I meant me. Do you like me?” he asks, eyes big and vulnerable.

Please, Joshua, I’m begging you. Be gentle with me, you think so loud you’re worried he might hear.

“I’m actually a little sick of you,” you joke. 

“But, but,” he begins and dramatically throws himself in your lap. 

“You’re the worst,” you say without any bite. Your hands find their way into his hair, softly running through the strands.

“That feels nice,” he says softly. “Can I just stay like this? I’m tired.” 

“Of course,” you whisper.

“You’ll stay with me?” he asks, sounding like he’s about to drift off.

You’re sure he won’t remember any of this. Not because he’s drunk, but he’s on the edges of sleep. So, you answer in a whisper. “Always.” 

Maybe he’s not the one that needs to be careful with your heart. Maybe it’s you that needs to be careful. You know that you could walk away. That you could just remind him that this is all fake and there’s nobody around to see now. That’s not what you do. So, maybe you’re just as much to blame. 

Sunday Joshua: thanks for taking care of me last night Joshua: idk why the drinks hit me so hard Joshua: when did you leave?  Monday Joshua: is everything okay? Did i say something stupid? Tuesday Joshua: i don’t wanna sound clingy but are we still getting together at your place after work?

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know that you need to respond. You know that what you’re doing isn’t fair to anyone. It’s not like Joshua can somehow read your mind to realize you’re spiraling. It just feels a little paralyzing. This is a weird limbo of knowing you might be in over your head, but still believing this is all fake. 

Jeonghan: hey dummy i know you’re ignoring joshua so i’m coming over tonight  Jeonghan: i told him you’ve been busy at work and i haven’t heard from you either but we have some talking to do

Leave it to Jeonghan. You had almost forgotten, with how well you’ve gotten to know Joshua, that it was Jeonghan who introduced you in the first place. Of course he would text your best friend when he couldn’t get a hold of you. Does that make you feel better? Not really, you think, because it feels like a real relationship in a way. Oh well, you can talk about it with Jeonghan. If he shows up, that is.

And he does, less than an hour later.

“I’m here,” he announces when he comes in the door.

“Thanks for knocking and giving me the chance to pretend I’m not here,” you call back.

“Your car is outside and you have your location turned on,” Jeonghan says. 

“Right,” you answer as he comes through the hall holding a bag from your favorite take out place.

“At least I come bearing gifts,” he says.

“You’re an angel, do you know that?” you ask and reach for the bag.

Jeonghan snorts. “I’m gonna remind you of that the next time you call me a demon.” 

“Well, Lucifer was a fallen angel,” you reason with a shrug. 

“I hate you,” he says.

“I know,” you answer. 

Jeonghan busies himself with taking out the food and making sure you have napkins. Tells you what he wants to drink when you get up to go into the kitchen. Calls for you to grab some utensils as well. By the time you sit back down with him, he’s flipping through a streaming service trying to find something to watch. It’s not at all what you’re expecting and you just let it happen. The two of you have been friends long enough to know you should just let things play out.

With some mindless show on in the background, Jeonghan talks about work and your friends and everything else that’s been going on the past few days. Like it’s been weeks since you last saw him. Mostly, he talks about how Taehyung has been blowing up his phone asking for advice about Mimi, which is actually news to you. Sure, you saw him ask her if she wanted to go with him to the wedding. What you had not expected was for him to actually be interested. Which he is, if his messages to Jeonghan are anything to go by. It’s been everything from advice about talking to her to what kinds of things she might like as a surprise. They would probably be cute, you think. 

“Yeah, well, sometimes feelings catch us off guard,” Jeonghan says when you admit your surprise.

Damn. Did you really walk right into that?

“True,” you admit, knowing that’s the best answer you can give.

“Talk to me,” Jeonghan urges. 

“About what?” you ask to buy more time.

“Joshua,” he says.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you state. That makes him fix you with a look.

“Clearly there is or you wouldn’t be ignoring him,” he says. 

“We’re not really dating so I don’t owe him constant updates. I’m not ignoring him. I just have other shit to do,” you say without looking at him.

“Would you like to be?” he asks. That does make you turn to him.

“Like to be what?” you ask, though you think you know.

“Really dating him,” Jeonghan says.

It’s a crossroads kind of moment. You could say that you don’t want that. That would be a lie, though, and Jeonghan doesn’t like it when you lie. Can always tell the second you say something that’s not true. The truth is that you’ve spent nearly every moment since that stupid night at Hyejin’s place thinking about what you actually feel for your fake boyfriend. 

“I don’t…know,” you say slowly and earn a smile because it’s not a lie.

“I was there the other night too, I saw the way it all played out,” he says.

“I mean, does it matter? This is all fake and soon, it’ll be over,” you say.

“Of course it matters and it’ll be over soon? Please,” Jeonghan scoffs. “I know he’s told you that he wants to keep you in his life after Johnny’s wedding. So, what? You’re just gonna be like okay, that was fun, let’s never talk again?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say quietly.

He rolls his eyes. “Try again, buttercup.” 

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like me like that, he’s just nice,” you say, avoidant as ever. 

“He looks at you like he’d give you the moon if you asked for it,” Jeonghan snorts out.

“He’s just nice, Han,” you disagree.

“Maybe,” your closest friend concedes, a rare move for him. It feels weird all the same. “Whatever it is, text him back. He misses you and I don’t want to hear anymore about how he’s worrying he upset you.”

“He’s been worrying that he upset me?” you ask. Your heart constricts at that.

“Yeah, for some reason he actually likes your company,” he says. “Can’t relate.”

You smack Jeonghan on the arm. “Says the man who shows up at my place unannounced when I ignore him for a day.”

“No, I was just bored,” he argued. “And you’re way too stubborn to sort out your shit on your own.”

 “I’m not stubborn, but fine, I’ll text him,” you relent.

“Now,” he says.

“What?”

“Text him now so that I know you actually did it.”

You roll your eyes at him, but pull your phone out anyway. Angling it away from Jeonghan so that he can’t see your screen. He’s such a nosy brat sometimes.

You: hey, i’m sorry. It’s been really busy and i had a lot on my mind You: wanna do something tomorrow?

The response comes right away and you ignore the smug look on Jeonghan’s face as you quickly make plans. If Jeonghan was anyone else, he would probably just let you be since he ultimately got what he wanted. But, he’s not anyone else. And he’s as caring to his friends as he is calculating when he wants something. So, he’s not doing it to be cruel, not at all. He just wants you to consider what you’re actually feeling. 

You’ll never tell Jeonghan how much you appreciate him talking everything through with you. Never tell him how good it feels to get all the thoughts out of your head. To his credit, he’s not smug and he doesn’t tell you that he’s been right about your feelings all along. He just listens, supports you when you need it, and encourages you to keep thinking through everything that’s going on.

As a make-up for slightly ignoring Joshua (over your own internal freak out), you take him to dinner at your favorite restaurant. It’s this tiny little hole-in-the-wall that people seem to walk past. The kind of place where you couldn’t overspend even if you tried because the couple that owned it just wanted to share good food. The kind of place where they know everyone by name. It makes you feel instantly at ease. 

Joshua doesn’t say it, but he also kind of can’t believe you wanted to show him some place that meant so much to you. All he could do was watch, with so much fondness, as you spoke to the couple about everything under the sun. Watch as you turned slightly red when they scolded you for taking so long to bring Joshua by. Smile as you promised the both of you would be back. Despite trying to pay, you beat him to it. Even leaving a massive tip because you insisted the couple had undercharged you. They made a big show of not wanting to take the tip and you only reminded them the cash would stay sitting on the counter. You weren’t taking it back either. 

You don’t really think about it when you take a picture of you and Joshua to upload on Instagram. At least, you try not to. Later, when you’re home and winding down for the night, you pull the picture back up. It’s amazing just how happy both of you look. You don’t need to read the comments to know that you’ve never looked so happy in your life. Every part of you wants to pull back again. It’s overwhelming. But, Jeonghan’s voice plays in your head and instead you push past. Make more plans that could break your heart. You have to just trust that he won’t. 

It isn’t until the weekend that you’re able to see him again because your schedules didn’t quite match up. That doesn’t stop him from calling you at night, though. Insisting that he wants to know how your day was, even if you can only spare a few minutes for a call. (Which never ends up being the case. You fall asleep on the phone with him twice. His voice is just so soothing when it’s all deep and soft.) 

Again, Joshua tells you the date is a surprise. He can be a little bit of a demon, when it suits him. Sure, he likes to pretend he’s not. That he’s above the chaos. Then, he does something like this and he can’t really escape it. But, he’s so sure he knows what you like that he’s positive you’ll enjoy the date. You remember how that chat had gone, too. You were ready to go to sleep, but unable to say goodnight. 

(“I have our next date planned,” Joshua says, voice soft to match the calm of the night.

“What is it?” you wonder.

“A surprise,” he answers.

“What if I don’t like it?” you ask back.

“You will,” he assures you.

“You sure seem to think you know me,” you joke. 

“Yeah, I do. Don’t worry, you’ll like this too,” he says.

There was no point in denying it. That confidence sent a bit of a shiver through you.) 

It turns out that the date is at a winery where you’re painting with wine. You have to ask him to say it again because you’ve only ever heard of wine and paint classes. Painting with wine is entirely new to you. It sounds fun, though, and you know how crafty Joshua can be, have seen all the projects around his apartment. So, even though you’re definitely not that artistic, you’re excited to see this as well. 

Admittedly, by the end of the session, your painting isn’t bad. It was a bit weird to use wine in that way, but they let you drink as well. Which makes it a lot easier to just go along with the idea of painting. Joshua’s painting, on the other hand, is beautiful. Not for the first time, you think his talents might be wasted at an office job. You’ve seen the bracelets he makes and now you’ve seen him paint. You’ve heard him sing and play the guitar. He’s impossibly artistic in a way that should make you jealous. Instead, it just makes you more endeared to him. 

You snap a picture of him and his art when he’s not looking and upload it before he can even realize it. It’s only when a notification goes off on his phone that he realizes. He doesn’t even say anything, just gets a sparkle in his eyes that makes you weary immediately. He’s busy tapping away on his own phone before a notification sounds on yours. Maybe you weren’t the only one to steal a candid shot if the picture of you laughing with a glass of wine in one hand and a paintbrush in the other is anything to go by. It’s the caption that really ruins you, though. Just a simple “think I’m addicted to her light”. It’s so simple and also so much sweeter than yours. You fight through the urge to run away. 

Which lasts until you get home from dinner. It was the perfect date, truly. Joshua always seems to know exactly how to plan out a day so everything works. After sipping wine and painting, he took you to one of his favorite restaurants. Nothing too pretentious, just kind of unassuming. The kind of place where you get good food and even better conversation. It’s (mostly) easy to keep your mind off the way your heart keeps racing.

When you’re back home, you’re not so lucky.

Back home, alone in your apartment, there aren’t any distractions. Nothing to stop your mind from all the ways that it can sabotage your own happiness. Nothing to stop you from thinking about how nobody, not even Johnny, has ever planned out such thoughtful dates for you. Nobody has ever taken the time to really know you like Joshua. Even if you won’t admit it, he knows you better than anyone you’ve ever dated. Which is terrifying, since this is all fake. And he hasn’t even known you that long. 

So, you do the rational thing and you pull back again. Answer his texts so that he doesn’t send Jeonghan over to figure out what’s wrong, but don’t make solid plans. Talk a lot about a work project that you really need to get done ahead of schedule so that you’re not stressing leading up to the wedding. And you throw in some easy suggestions in the meantime so that it still seems like you’re making an effort. 

Lunch on a work day so that it has a set ending time. Which still tugs at your heartstrings a bit because he takes a longer lunch just to meet you closer to where you work. 

An event where your parents purchased a table for charity because he’s in high demand with your family around. And he can’t be as affectionate. 

His Open Mic Nights, but with the excuse that you can’t stay too late because of your project and he should stick around with his friends. You’ll get home safely.

Small little things that keep you around him and keep up your conversations while still giving you time to breathe. You’re sure that you’re pulling it all off. And then, the wedding is around the corner. The finish line is in sight. 

You: I’m not going to the wedding You: you don’t have to come pick me up Joshua: what are you talking about? You: i’m not going Joshua: but it’s literally in a few hours? You: yeah and i don’t wanna go, so you’re off the hook You: thanks for everything, but you don’t have to pretend anymore

Even if you know you’re being a little petulant, you don’t really care. This whole thing was supposed to be about protecting your heart. Protecting your pride. Not showing up to your cheating ex-fiance's wedding alone and looking like some kind of loser. It was not supposed to be about your heart getting clobbered anyway. So, you’re doing the only logical thing you can think of. Ignoring your problems. Avoiding both the wedding and Joshua. What you’re not prepared for, though you should be, is the knock that comes at your door half an hour later. 

Joshua is on the other side of the door and your heart actually stops. He’s got his tux on and his hair styled back off his face. His eyes are soft as they take you in, noting that you have your hair and make up done. Though, you’re still in your sweats. You got at least that far before you decided this was a stupid fucking decision. 

“Can I come in?” he asks when you don’t say anything.

“Sure,” you say and step aside. 

“You look like you’re getting ready,” he comments once he’s inside.

“I was, until I texted you,” you answer. “Speaking of, why are you here?”

“Because we had plans,” he says. 

“Yeah to go see my ex-fiance marry the girl he cheated on me with. Oh, and for you to pretend to be my boyfriend so I didn’t look pathetic,” you say with a huff. 

“You’re not pathetic. He’s an asshole,” Joshua says. He doesn’t swear often, so it catches you a little off guard. 

“Well, whatever, you don’t have to go. So, I’m not really sure why you’re here,” you say. 

“You’re being so cold. What’s going on?” Joshua asks and reaches out to you. Instead, you duck away from his touch. 

“Nothing is going on. It was stupid to care what Johnny thought or to try and save face somehow,” you say. 

“It’s not stupid. He hurt you and you didn’t deserve that,” Joshua urges.

“You really don’t know me that well. Maybe I did deserve it. Maybe I was awful to him and he had no choice,” you say.

“We both know that’s not true,” he says.

“Do we?” you challenge. 

“Yes, we do,” he presses. “There is nothing you could do that justifies cheating instead of just breaking it off. But, I also know you didn’t do anything wrong. Jeonghan and I talked about it.”

“You spoke to Jeonghan about my relationship behind my back?” you question. 

“What is going on? We’ve been hanging out for weeks and getting to know each other. I just wanted to know more about someone I was going to be helping. And I like knowing you,” Joshua says and you have to look away. You don’t need the reminder of how much time you’ve spent with him.

“Yeah, sorry about all that time we wasted. I’ll pay you back for the tux or anything else you had to buy to pretend to date me,” you say and he looks genuinely confused.

“I don’t…want you to pay me back for anything. It wasn’t a waste of time. I did this because I wanted to,” he says.

“Yeah, well, you don’t have to pretend anymore because I’m not going to the stupid fucking wedding. It was a really bad idea in the first place,” you say.

Joshua clenches his jaw and looks away. Like maybe he’s frustrated. “What is going on? Do you still have feelings for him?” 

“For who? Johnny?” you ask, so insanely caught off guard that you forget you’re mad.

“Yes,” Joshua says tightly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you bark out.

“Well? You’re being really weird and now you don’t want to go to a wedding that we’ve been planning on,” he starts.

“Yeah, which should make you happy, since you don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend anymore,” you say.

“Because you’re still in love with Johnny,” Joshua finishes like he hadn’t even heard you.

“Oh my god,” you nearly scream. “I’m not fucking in love with Johnny. This isn’t about him.”

“So, you don’t want to go to the wedding and it has nothing to do with him? That doesn’t make any sense,” he says. 

“No, I don’t want to keep doing this,” you say, gesturing between the two of you. “I don’t want to keep pretending to date you when I -”

You clamp your mouth shut. Unable to believe that you almost blurted out how you feel.

“When you what?” he challenges. “What? Is it that bad being around me? Is that it? Are you just sick of me? Ready to toss me aside?”

You laugh bitterly, not even able to appreciate the irony in the situation. “No, Joshua, I don’t want to toss you aside.” 

“Then, what? What am I supposed to think when you’ve been pushing me away for the last couple weeks? And I have to act like I haven’t noticed all the ways you’ve kept me at arm’s length since we went to the winery. Why did you just decide, literally today, that you don’t want to go to the wedding after all?” he asks, rambling. He’s pacing in front of you. “Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?”

“Because I don’t want to get hurt!” you blurt out. “Because I don’t want to go to my fucking scumbag of an ex’s wedding where everyone is going to be giving me these looks of pity or focusing on my relationship with him when all I want is this.”

“This? What?” he asks, coming to a stop.

“This, Joshua, you and me. Having this just all be pretend is breaking my heart. I can’t keep doing it. It was supposed to keep me from getting my heart broken. It sucks and I hate it and I just wish it wasn’t pretend. I don’t want to go to the wedding and have you be so sweet and kind and caring when I’m going to know it has an expiration date. That it’s all just been for show,” you admit. You turn away, clutching your arms around your center because you’re so tired. And so exposed. So vulnerable. It’s awful.

The tears won’t stop, so you don’t notice how Joshua has closed the space between you until he wraps his arms around you from behind. Pulls you back against his chest and presses a kiss into your hair.

“So, let’s stop saying it’s pretend,” he whispers. 

“What?” you whisper back.

He turns you in his arms so that you’re facing him and gently brushes away the tears. “Let’s stop saying it’s fake. It doesn’t feel fake, does it?”

“No,” is all you can manage.

“So, it’s not fake and we’re not pretending,” he says.

“But,” you start to protest. 

“I knew I was in trouble, really deep trouble, as soon as we left your parents’ house. I was just waiting for you to catch up,” he says as he gently runs a thumb across your cheek to wipe away a tear . Your eyes go wide.

“That was barely a week in,” you say and he just shrugs. “And I’d dumped all my bullshit on you.”

“I think that’s actually what made me like you so much,” he says. “It was supposed to be fake and we were trying to get to know each other well enough to pull it off. But, instead, I just realized you were actually perfect.”

“Perfect? I was broken,” you joke and he shakes his head.

“No, you’ve been hurt. Who hasn’t? You’re also strong, kind, funny, a fiercely loyal friend, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met, inside and out,” he says. 

“That’s so, you’re so sweet,” you say and try to hide your face. He doesn’t let you. “You like me?”

“I’ve liked you the whole time. I did think it was a date, after all,” he says. “And do you think I’m that affectionate with everyone?”

“We were pretending,” you argue.

“I wasn’t,” he argues back.

“Our closest friends thought you were,” you disagree.

“And was anyone else there in my apartment when I was still being affectionate?” he asks.

“Well, no, but…” you start.

“I heard you say always,” he tells you.

“You did?” you ask, sure that it’s been your secret this whole time.

“We don’t have to go to the wedding. But, if it’s just because you don’t want this to be over with me, then it’s not going to be over. I’m yours for as long as you want me,” he says so earnestly it nearly makes you blush.

“Careful, you might get sick of me,” you joke.

He puts a finger under your chin so he can look you in the eyes. “I’ll say it again. I’m yours as long as you want me. I won’t get sick of you.” 

“I…” you start and don’t know where to go. So you do the only thing you can think of and kiss him. It’s clear he’s a little caught off guard, but he recovers quickly. His arms wrap around you to hold you tight against him. It’s the first time you’ve really kissed him and you’re so screwed because he really is perfect at this too. 

“So, do I get you for the rest of today?” he asks.

You take in his tuxedo again, for real this time. Appreciating how well it’s tailored and how amazing he looks. With a sigh, you say, “you know, it’s a shame to waste such a nice tux.”

“Are you…I thought we weren’t going,” he stutters.

“I’m probably gonna have to fix my makeup in the car, but why not? I want to show off my super hot and very real boyfriend,” you say and watch him choke on air. 

“You can’t just say…” he starts.

“Damn, sick of me already?” you tease.

“You know I’m not,” he answers and moves to follow you.

“No, no. You don’t get to see me changing. I’ll be back out in a second,” you say. 

You’re in the middle of shimmying into your dress when you realize that you do still have a lot to talk about. A lot to figure out. This whole situation has been unusual, though, so it probably makes sense that there isn’t a template. Once you have your shoes on, you walk back into the living room, prepared to say something, only to find Joshua speechless.

“You look…” he starts.

“You’ve seen the dress already,” you say and smile.

“Not on you. Not in person. You look amazing,” he says and crosses to pull you into his arms. “Are you sure we have to go?”

“Yes,” you say and swat him. “But, I do know we have a lot to talk about.”

“I’m not in a rush,” he says and allows you to step away.

“We might need to be in a bit of a rush,” you say, checking the time and gathering all your things. 

“Let’s go, then,” Joshua says and offers his arm. 

The wedding passes in kind of a blur. In truth, you barely even register Johnny or what he’s doing beyond the actual ceremony. The reception is so massive that it’s easiest just to focus on the people around you. Especially when you’re at a table with your friends. Thankfully, you’re not at a table with your parents or your sister. It does mean, though, that you’re sitting next to Hyejin, who has definitely realized that something shifted between you and Joshua. So, she’s trying to sneak in a question any time she can. Which is hard, given that Joshua is more attached to you than ever. And Hyejin doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to you. All you manage to let her know is that it’s real now and that you’ll fill her in after the wedding. (You’re also thankful that people seem to be cooing over Taehyung and Mimi since they’re the shiny new topic.)

It’s also nice to have Joshua there because he’s a built in way to excuse yourself from any conversation that you don’t want to be part of. It’s easy to just say you’re going to go back to the table. Or, in the case of a good song coming on, he’ll be quick to drag you to the dance floor and away from whatever conversation you’re stuck in. He’s a good dancer, too. You don’t miss the way Hyejin catches your eye when the first slow song comes on and he pulls you close to him. But, that’s a conversation for another day. All you wanted was to appreciate the way his hand felt on your lower back or your hand felt in his. 

When it was finally time to leave, Joshua led you out of the event, arm around you to guide you. Neither of you were drunk, but you had still hired someone to take you to and from the wedding anyway. A gift from your parents to appreciate you “doing the right thing” and coming to the wedding. For the sake of the families. It made you roll your eyes at the time, yet you’re thankful now. It would be far better than having to take an Uber or trying to get a room at the hotel (and risking seeing everyone else staying there the next morning). The ride home also gave you the chance to talk. Really talk. Neither of you cared much that someone else was driving (and he had the partition up, anyway), as you talked about your feelings honestly for the first time. 

As it turned out, you had a lot to say. Both of you. You hadn’t been nearly as good at hiding your feelings from Joshua as you had been at hiding them from yourself. He had hoped you were going to admit them to him after that night at his apartment. Instead, you avoided him. Yes, he knew that you had been avoiding him. You also weren’t very good at picking up on the signs he dropped about his feelings for you. He admitted that he could have just said something, but he was trying to be subtle so he didn’t scare you off. Trying to let his actions speak through more affection. You admit you were scared to think it was anything more than it actually was. Scared of your feelings. Scared of getting hurt again. Joshua completely understands that and admits that he’s a little scared, too, because you’re definitely more important to him than he was anticipating. He’s also confident that you can work through it together. It gives you a feeling of hope. Makes everything about you feel lighter. You see that relief reflected in Joshua’s eyes when they scan yours. 

The car pulls to a stop and he gets out first. He holds his hand out to help you out of the car. You’re not really sure what comes over you.

“Come up with me,” you ask, but it’s more of a statement. 

He hesitates, conflicted. “I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?” you ask, clearly confused.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave,” he answers and you smile.

“Then stay,” you shrug, “at least for breakfast.” 

Without waiting for him to respond, you turn and head for the front door of the building. It means you miss the way he freezes in place, but you can guess at that by how long it takes before he catches up to you. He’s unusually quiet and still beside you as you go up the elevator and then behind you as you unlock the door. 

“I’m gonna go change,” you announce after you drop your keys by the door. You look back at Joshua, appreciating him in the tuxedo one last time. “I’ve got some clothes in the spare room that should fit. They’re Jeonghan’s ” 

You take the opportunity to breathe for a second, to let it settle in that you asked Joshua to come in with you and stay the night. Then, you set about changing out of your dress. Carefully clean your face free of the make-up. Brush through your hair and twist it back off of your face. Once you’re in comfy clothes and bare faced, you head back out into the living room. It’s odd that you don’t even feel self-conscious about Joshua seeing you like this, you’re instantly comfortable. 

Joshua’s back is to you in the kitchen. When he turns around, you see that he’s put together a little platter of snacks. You also were right, the t-shirt and shorts he picked out seem to fit him well. Jeonghan is a little slighter than Joshua, but he wears most of his clothes on the baggier side. 

“Thanks for the clothes,” he says when you both meet on the couch. “I was worried when you said you had spare clothes they were gonna be from an ex or Johnny or something.” 

Your laugh is sudden and clearly catches Joshua off guard. “I wouldn’t have kept any of Johnny’s clothes. I gave them all to charity.” 

“I’m sure he was thrilled with that,” Joshua laughs.

“They made a killing reselling them,” you laugh in response. “Wanna watch something?”

“Sure, you pick,” he says.

You start clicking through your saved list to find something that the two of you can watch. Once you settle on something, Joshua motions you over. Even if you want to pretend you’re considering it, you can’t. Every part of you wants to be close to him. When you slide over, he pulls you in tighter to his body and you fit like you always belonged there with him. 

If you thought he was physically affectionate when he was pretending, it’s nothing compared to now that he knows you’re both in this. He has one hand running along your arm or the other along your thigh. Sometimes he reaches out to take one of your hands. Other times he presses kisses into your hair. It’s pretty clear right away that he’s not paying much attention to the show. 

If you’re being honest, you’re not really either.

Everything is distracting. The way his fingers on the bare skin of your arm raises goosebumps. The way his kiss in your hair makes your eyes close in appreciation. The way he squeezes your thigh and short circuits your brain. 

You can’t help it. You turn your head so that you can look at him. He caresses your cheek, so gentle. Runs his thumb across your lip. You’re holding your breath, just waiting to see what he’s going to do. When you feel like you’re going to go a little bit insane, his hand moves to the back of your neck and pulls you in. It’s exactly like the first kiss before the wedding. At least, at first. It’s gentle, but full of so much desire. It’s also slow, like there’s no rush to any of it.

The position is really uncomfortable, though. You shift your legs so they’re draped over one of Joshua’s. He doesn’t miss a beat. It just allows him to pull you closer. There’s something incredibly intimate in kissing him like this. There’s this weird contrast of desire and comfort. It’s heated, but also a little lazy. Like you have all the time in the world. Which you do, you think, now that you’re being honest about your feelings.  When Joshua pulls back from the kiss, you chase his lips for a second before realizing that he’s pulled away. The way he looks at you nearly melts you into the couch.

“I don’t want to assume where this is headed, but maybe we should take it to the bedroom?” he asks. It’s cute, the way he’s a little shy. Like you didn’t invite him in to spend the night. Yeah, you’re in way over your head. At least it seems like he might be too. 

You pull your legs back so that you can stand up. His eyes track your movements as you reach your hand back to him. He accepts it without a word and lets you lead him to the bedroom. Even if he’s seen your bedroom before, this feels different. You’re waiting for him to look around, but his eyes are glued on you. Joshua even waits for you to lead him all the way to the bed, so you direct him to sit on the edge. 

Once Joshua is seated, you step between his legs and tilt your head down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you so that he can pull you against him. There’s barely any space between you. It sends a little bit of a shiver as his hands run up your back and back down. The touch is gentle and caring. Like he’s trying to put everything he feels into it. Something about it just makes you feel so insanely safe. 

He’s the one to break the kiss again, but this time it’s to move back onto the bed and grab your hand to pull you along with him. It’s easy to just follow suit and get comfortable laying next to him, bodies facing each other. The kissing picks up when your lips meet again. Joshua kisses you breathless with a passion you’re eager to explore. One of his hands rests on your hip, casually sliding beneath your shirt and caressing up your side. You press your body further into his and capture his moan with a kiss. It feels like you’re a bit drunk off each other.

When Joshua’s hand moves back down, you take the chance to throw your leg over his hip, allowing you to press further into him and feel how this is turning him on. Part of you knows that he’s still waiting for you to set the pace. Or that he wants things to be a little slower. So, you help him out and roll the two of you over so that you’re straddled on top of him. Putting his hands on your hips, you lean over to kiss him again. In this position, you can also grind into his lap. You delight in how he’s already getting hard beneath you, enjoy the way his hands grip the soft flesh of your hips.

He pulls back and looks at you with blown pupils. “Baby, please don’t tease me.” 

“No silly pet name?” you tease him. 

“Not when you’re getting me this turned on like a horny teenager,” he whines. 

“You mean like this?” you ask, injecting as much innocence as you can when you slowly drag your clothed pussy across his dick again. 

Joshua throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, and grips you tighter. “Yes.” 

“So you don’t like it?” you ask, grinding a little more. 

“Fuck,” he hisses out. And somehow that’s the thing that almost breaks you. Why is that one swear so hot on his lips? 

Without saying anything, you sit up a little bit, still making sure you’re straddling Joshua, so that you can pull his shirt off him. Your eyes go wide because you’ve never seen him shirtless. You’ve seen him in well fitted suits or shirts, but this is entirely different. His chest looks like it was sculpted by an artist. All your attention is on your fingers running along his chest and you don’t see the way it makes him a little shy. 

His hands reach for your own shirt, playing with the hem like he’s asking permission. So, you move his hands aside and pull it over your head, leaving your skin bare as well. You watch him drink you in, feeling almost empowered by the desire you see in his eyes. He pulls you back towards him so that he can get one of your breasts into his mouth. The way he teases your nipple with his tongue has you clenching around nothing. You can feel how wet it’s making you and try your best not to squirm when he moves from one breast to the other. 

“I need you,” you utter. 

“I need you, too,” he says against your skin. His hips buck up into you almost involuntarily. 

You slide off of him and pull your shorts down and he gasps that you don’t have any underwear on. It isn’t like you were expecting anything, you just wanted to be prepared. While he’s still a little drunk on the sight of you fully naked, you help him discard the rest of his clothing. The sight of his cock springing free, precum leaking out, has you wanting to get your mouth on him. 

But, you’re realizing, what you really want is to feel him inside you. After so much tension and wondering, you just want to have this moment together. You want to be as close as two people can possibly get. You want all the intimacy and to be able to see his face. It’s this thought that pushes you back to the bed to lay with him. 

Joshua repositions and runs a hand down your body. Lets his fingers run along your thighs and tease their way up to gather some of your wetness. Your eyes close as he runs a finger up your slit. It’s such a little amount of contact and it makes you moan anyway. 

“Damn, are you this wet just for me?” he asks and presses a kiss into the first bit of your skin he can reach.

“I want to feel you,” you admit. Joshua makes you press a finger into your pussy, but you stop him. Confusion takes over his features.

“I thought…do you not want this?” he asks. 

“I do, but I want…I want all of you,” you admit. “I want to feel you deep inside of me. I want to be completely ruined by you. I want to come together.” 

“Shit,” he hisses, hand stilling against your body. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“I want to taste you soon,” he says, pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

The thought of him between your legs makes you shiver. It’s almost enough to forget that you want this first time to be together. “Deal.” 

“Do you have condoms? I wasn’t exactly expecting…” he says, trailing off.

“That drawer,” you say and point. 

He rolls himself off of the bed to open the drawer. You’re not sure why you expect his hands to be a little unsteady when he rips open the wrapper and rolls it onto himself, but he’s so calm. Maybe it’s just you that’s a little nervous. At least, that’s what you think until you catch the look on his face. It has to be the same as yours, naked want mixed with a little bit of uncertainty. Everything else has been so easy with you, what if this is where it goes wrong? 

“Just lay back,” he urges you, voice calming any lingering nerves. His voice drops to a whisper, like the next statement is just for him. “You’re so beautiful, every single inch of you.” 

It makes your heart constrict in a way that you’re not really prepared for. It would be nice if your feelings could stop flooding in all at once like a dam breaking. It’s overwhelming. You do as he says, though, and lean back against the pillow. Joshua gently spreads your legs apart and takes another moment to appreciate you. He can’t seem to help himself from running a finger along your entrance. 

Even though he would fully be within his rights to tease you, he doesn’t. He lines himself up at your entrance and looks to you for final confirmation. All you can manage is a nod. You know he wants to hear you, but you can’t bring yourself to form the words. So, he accepts the nods and slowly presses into you.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you adjust to him. 

“Are you okay?” he worries.

“Feels good,” you say with a slight whine. “It’s just been a bit.” 

He presses the rest of the way into you and then stills so you can get used to him. It’s really overwhelming. Not just because you’re finally feeling him inside of you. More so because he’s looking at you with more adoration than you’ve ever felt in your life. Like this is it for him. Like you’re it for him. It’s too early to be thinking of love, but you really don’t know if anyone has ever loved you so completely. You think he’s probably it for you too. 

Once he finally starts to move, you know it’s going to be over entirely too fast. He starts with slow thrusts, testing what you want. You dig your fingers into his arms as a way to ground yourself. To anchor yourself to him and in the moment. When he picks up the pace, your mind goes entirely blank. It’s just the right speed. While you love the hard and fast fucking, there’s something so much more intimate about this kind of in between speed. 

“God you feel so good,” he whines as he snaps into you again. “So tight and perfect.” 

“You’re so - oh my god,” you moan out, unable to finish the sentence as he hits you just right. 

Joshua moves one of your legs so that it’s over his shoulder and presses further into you, hitting deeper than you were prepared for.

“Fuck, Joshua, holy shit,” you scream out. 

“Love the sound of my name on your lips,” he manages as his thrusts pick up pace. 

You want to respond that you love saying it, want to say anything, but the thrusts are entirely too much. As if it wasn’t already too much, Joshua adjusts again so that he can press his thumb against your clit. He rubs circles in time with his thrusts and you think that you might see stars. You throw your head back, eyes pressed shut.

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you when you come,” he urges, his own voice sounding ragged. 

Despite wanting to focus on the pressure building between you, you do as he asks. Your eyes meet his and it’s that look that makes that coil snap. You’re coming hard and digging your fingers into whatever you can find to release some of the tension in your body. This might be the best orgasm you’ve had. 

When you come back to this plane, Joshua has stilled inside of you. One of his hands gently caresses your face as he mumbles quiet praises. It’s so impossibly tender.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you can move,” you assure him.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbles. 

His pace now picks up to something fast and hard with one of his large hands anchoring your thigh to his body. Your hands grip any part of his body that they can reach and you relish the way he hisses when your nails drag patterns down his skin. Marking him so that he belongs to you. Just as you belong so completely to him. 

It seems impossible but you can feel the tension building low in your stomach again. His thrusts are so hard that you feel like his cock might split you open and something about it just works for you. You hadn’t thought anything about him would translate to this kind of hard and fast sex, but it’s somehow better than you could have imagined. With him so focused on chasing his own high, you rub circles on your clit to bring yourself over the edge again. You tumble over the edge for a second time just as Joshua’s thrusts get erratic. You do your best to take over the rhythm before slowing down. 

Joshua collapses on top of you, cock still buried in your pussy, and sighs. His weight on top of you feels like the best security you’ve ever had. Your hands find their way into his hair, gently stroking and scratching his scalp. As he comes back around, he presses his head further into your hand. 

“Hey,” you say when he looks up at you.

“You’re perfect,” he responds and you can’t keep the smile off your face. 

“You were pretty perfect yourself,” you say. 

“Am I too heavy, I could…” he starts and you pull him tighter against you.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn. 

He doesn’t say anything, just nuzzles his face into your neck. But, you know that you can’t stay like this forever. So you don’t protest when he gently pulls himself up and gets out of the bed. You’re right behind him, leading him into the bathroom so that you can get both of you cleaned up. 

After getting cleaned up, dressed, and doing your respective night time routines, you and Joshua are settled back into your bed (on top of a fresh set of sheets). Although you’ve never been much for falling asleep cuddling, you can’t imagine leaving any space between you and him. When he wraps himself around you, all you can do is smile and settle deeper into his perfect chest. Honestly, every inch of this man is perfect and you’d be annoyed if you weren’t so helplessly attached to him. 

And it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long time. You wake up with his chest pressed into your back and his arm still wrapped around you. It sounds like he’s still asleep based on his breathing and so you’re just considering slipping out of the bed. He moves in his sleep and pulls you tighter against him, making you feel that he’s semi-hard again. You press back against him, almost testing if he’s really asleep. 

He’s not. 

Joshua’s hand, already against the skin of your stomach and underneath your shirt, moves further up to your breast. His hand squeezes your breast and then he brushes his thumb over your nipple. Your body responds to his touch embarrassingly fast, which only seems to spur him on. He’s got your nipple between his fingers before you press back into him again, wiggling your ass against his dick without pretending you’re doing otherwise.

“Good morning beautiful,” Joshua says in a raspy voice into your ear. 

The warmth of his breath along with the pressure of him rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger has you suppressing a moan. In the quiet of the morning, he hears it anyway. He removes his hand from your breast and you want to pout at the loss of contact. That is, until his hand works down between your legs, roughly grabbing hold of your pussy through your shorts. He runs his middle finger through your folds, likely feeling the way your shorts are getting soaked through already. 

“Feels like someone might have woken up ready,” he says into your ear, voice sinfully low. His finger is still slowly teasing you through the damn material of your shorts. Somehow that makes it feel hotter. 

“I wonder why,” you retort, undermined by the way you squirm under his touch. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and stops his movements. 

Your hand immediately moves to his. To guide him back to your cunt. “Please don’t. Want to see what those hands can do.” 

His mouth is still by your ear, so you hear the dark chuckle and feel the air tickle you. He moves your hand aside along with your shorts as he slips his hand inside the fabric. His middle finger resumes the previous pattern almost lazily. You’re about to ask him to stop teasing you when he presses a finger inside you suddenly.

“Fuck,” you nearly scream. 

“Is someone a little sensitive?” he teases. He’s a fucking demon and you would gladly sell your soul so he didn’t stop. 

The way he pumps his finger inside of you is entirely too slow. But, when you try to meet his rhythm, he stops. Just when you think you might actually die, he inserts a second finger. It makes your back arch, pressing your ass further against his now very hard cock. He hisses and pulls his fingers out from you. As you’re turning over to adjust your position, you see him insert his fingers into his mouth. Holy shit. He really is the hottest man you’ve ever met. 

Instead of letting you carry on in any way, he pushes himself up and repositions. You’re not really sure what he’s doing until he reaches for your shorts to pull them off. His focus is on you, silently asking for permission again. All you can do is nod. 

“Told you that I wanted to taste you,” he reminds you once your shorts are off. 

“Are you sure…” you start to ask before he cuts you off.

His head snaps up so he can meet your eyes. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for weeks.”

That shuts you up pretty effectively. What can you really say in response to that? Anything you might have said dies in your throat as he licks a messy stripe up your folds. He quickly settles, using one hand to keep you spread open for him, and licks into you. It’s all you can do to keep your eyes on him as his head bobs between your legs. You thread your fingers through his hair to keep him in place even though you know he’s not going anywhere. (And okay, maybe it’s more to ground yourself to him than anything else.) 

It shouldn’t be surprising that his attentiveness translates this well, but it is a little surprising how well he seems to know your body. The way he knows just when to switch from licking into your cunt to flicking his tongue over your clit. The way he knows when he needs to add a finger and then a second. The way he can tell everything your body needs before you even realize it. 

By the time he pulls himself up your body, he’s got you nearly panting from the build up. The kiss he presses to your lips is sloppy and a little desperate. Like you’re both totally fucked out. His fingers inside you keep a relentless pace as he hooks them, hitting that perfect spot. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you yell out, breaking the kiss. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire in an entirely different way from the night before. 

There’s nothing in the world but Joshua and the way he coaxes everything out of you. The way he has you squirting on his fingers. You’re not even sure if the praise coming out of your mouth makes any sense and you’re definitely not sure what he says in return. It’s all you can do just to appreciate the moment. 

You think that you’re going to get the chance to get your mouth around his cock now that he’s given you another mind blowing orgasm. But, by the time you get your breathing under control, you see that he’s rolling a condom from your drawer onto himself. He pulls you to the edge of the bed so that your legs are hanging off. It’s instantly stronger than you’re expecting from him and pulls a gasp from you. 

Without even thinking, your legs fall open. Joshua seems to have found a bottle of lube, too, and spreads it over his cock. When he lines himself up at your entrance, you expect him to ease in like the night before. He doesn’t. He snaps his full length inside of you in one motion and you’re so overstimulated, but it feels so good.

“Fuck me, Joshua, oh my fucking god,” you say and clench down around his dick. 

“Shit, that feels so good,” he hisses. 

“You feel so good,” you moan. 

“You have no idea,” he answers and starts thrusting. 

It’s a complete haze from the moment you hear his skin slap against your own. Every coherent thought leaves your head. There is nothing in the world but you and him and the way you make each other feel. He leans over your body, crowds your space. Steals sloppy, desperate kisses. Praises you constantly and in broken sentences. It’s all you can do just to hold on, so sore and so unable to stop.

Your hands grip into the sheets around you that are completely rumpled. You try everything to keep your eyes on Joshua’s face. Memorize the way he looks when he’s concentrating. Appreciate how totally gone he is because you’re sure it’s the same look you have. Delight in the way his eyes get even wider when you clench your pussy around him. 

It feels a little like he’s using your body to chase his own high, except there’s total comfort in that. All you want is for him to feel as good as you do. All you want is for him to get that release, especially since you haven’t been able to get your mouth on his cock yet. 

“Harder Joshua, please. I know you’re close,”  you beg and he obliges immediately. 

Even though you’re trying to meet the rhythm, you can’t. It’s too erratic and too unpredictable. So you pull him down to you again and kiss him. Slip your tongue inside his mouth and let the kisses get as sloppy as they need to. You feel how close he is and only kiss him harder. He breaks the kiss for the last few thrusts, groaning as he comes. You’re right there with him. 

(Later, he tells you that he’s never seen anyone hotter than you when you come. It would make you embarrassed in any other situation. But, you realize that you’ve never been with anyone that’s come close to him, so maybe it’s okay to accept his praise. Maybe you deserve it. Maybe this is the person that you’ve been waiting for.)

Now, you really do have to get up and clean up. As tempting as Joshua’s offer to shower together is, you don’t want it to turn into shower sex because that’s just not sexy (or practical). Neither one of you can seem to guarantee keeping their hands off the other. Instead, you tell him that he can use the shower in your guest room. It’s fully stocked and there are still more spare clothes in there. He insists that he should get some laundry going because you must be running out of clean sheets and you definitely made a mess. 

With Joshua cleaning up some around the house, you’re the first out of the shower and dressed. Pleasantly sore in the kind of way you really enjoy. You’re sitting on the couch and scrolling through your phone, trying to decide if you want to order food or just cook what you already have. Before you can make a decision, there’s a knock at the door. It’s impossible to guess who it could be. Even Jeonghan wouldn’t bother you like this. Although he’s been texting asking for an update after you told him you finally got your shit together, he wouldn’t show up like this. 

When you open the door, you’d give anything for it to just be Jeonghan. Instead, you see a face that you’ve been seeing entirely too much lately.

“What are you doing here, Johnny?” you ask with a heavy sigh. 

“I need to talk to you,” he says.

“Why?” you ask.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he pleads.

“Johnny, it’s the day after your wedding. What the fuck are you doing on my doorstep?” you ask, arms crossed. 

“Are you really going to make me do this in the hallway?” he asks. 

“I don’t see any reason to invite you inside,” you retort. 

“It’s about your, uh, boyfriend,” Johnny says a little awkwardly.

“Joshua?” you ask because that actually piques your interest a bit.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“No. What about Joshua?” you ask.

“This is really awkward. It would be better if we were sitting down…” Johnny starts.

“My little honeybun, is everything okay?” Joshua asks from inside the apartment. He must be out of the shower. 

“Babe, we talked about the pet names,” you remind him as he joins you at the door.

“Oh, uh, I wasn’t expecting him to be here,” Johnny says.

“I’m her boyfriend, so I know why I’m here. What are you doing here?” Joshua says without hiding any disdain.  "Are you really her boyfriend, though?" Johnny challenges. You stiffen almost imperceptibly, but Joshua must notice it because he wraps an arm around you protectively. "Of course I am. Why are you here?"

“I needed to talk to her,” Johnny says stiffly.

“About you, apparently,” you say with your eyes on Joshua. 

“Right, so can you give us a minute?” Johnny asks with his eyes on Joshua.

“No, he can’t. If you have something to say, just say it. Then you can leave us alone,” you say.

“Fine, if you really want it to be like this, fine,” Johnny says. “I knew he looked familiar when I saw him at your parents’ house with you. It just took me a while. I ran into him at a couple of functions back when I was in college and traveling all around for my dad.” 

“Okay? And? I’m sorry, but I’m not sure why I care,” you say even though you know where he’s going.

“He was always with older women,” Johnny presses. 

“Can you just make your point so we can get back to our day?” Joshua asks.

“Fine,” Johnny says, irritated. “The whispers were that women paid him to come to the events with them. That he was selling himself to them.” 

You actually snort at the phrasing. It takes you several seconds to compose yourself. You wonder what the point of Johnny doing this and if it’s his way of trying to keep you on the hook. Then you realize that you don’t really care what he does. For the first time in forever, you’re genuinely happy. 

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” Johnny says. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I know how Joshua helped pay for his education. And like why am I going to give him a hard time over seizing an opportunity? There’s nothing wrong with profiting off of someone wanting his company platonically,” you say. 

“You’re assuming he wasn’t also sleeping with them,” Johnny says, a little stubborn.

“No, I’m not assuming. I know he wasn’t because we’ve talked about this. He told me all about it without even being prompted. And unlike certain people in my life, I have absolutely no reason to doubt him. I know I can actually trust him,” you say. “It was also years before we met. We’ve all got history.”

“Nice dig,” he says. 

“It’s not a dig, Johnny. Not everything is a slight,” you say with a sigh. “Where does Gabby think you are?”

“What?” Johnny asks. 

“Your wife,” you clarify. “Where does she think you are?”

“Oh, well, that’s not important. I just said I had some errands to take care of,” Johnny says and you roll your eyes.

“We’re done, Johnny,” you say.

“Wait,” he says as you’re moving to shut the door. “I know I fucked up, but…”

“There’s no buts. Not anymore,” you say. “Maybe there was a point where I’d want to hear the buts and the apologies and all that. I’m happy now, though, and you can’t even tell your wife that you came to see your ex-fiancee the day after your wedding.” 

“It’s not like…” he starts and you start to close the door at the same time.

“It’s exactly like that. Goodbye, Johnny,” you say. 

The second you close the door, you feel a giant weight lifted off you. You just feel tired. It’s obvious that there aren’t any feelings there anymore, so him pretending he cares as a pretense to see you just feels irritating.

“Are you okay?” Joshua asks, eyes raking over you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah, really. I think I knew when I saw him at my parents’ house that time you came over for dinner that I was completely over it,” you say. “I’m sorry he tried to bring something like that up or make it a big deal.” 

“I don’t care. It’s like you said, I did it and I’m not ashamed of that,” he says. “But, uh, I really wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” you ask.

“For defending me and for saying you trust me,” he says. It makes you a little shy for a second, so you look down.

“Oh, well, it’s not a big deal,” you say. 

Joshua closes the space and tilts your chin up to look at him. “It’s a huge deal to me. I know we started pretending, but trusting me means the absolute world.” 

“You make it easy,” you admit. 

That seems to render him a little speechless as well because all he does is pull you into him in the tightest hug he’s ever given you. Your body fits into his like a puzzle piece. Which sounds sappy, even if in your head, and you don’t actually care. It’s the safest and the happiest you’ve ever felt.

“What?” he asks when you pull away.

“Nothing, I just think this is going to work,” you say. 

Joshua smiles at you, that genuine smile he saves for when he’s at his happiest. “Yeah, I think so too.” 

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new romantics

PART OF THE REPUTATION SERIES

summary: Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. it seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. what he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: hogwarts au, quidditch player!jungkook, enemies to lovers au | fluff/angst

warnings: jungkook is lowkey a fratboy, slow burn, there’s angst but let’s be real this is me so there’s a happy ending don’t worry 

word count: 24k

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chocolate | guilty pleasures series | b.sk

When you first kissed your childhood crush Boo Seungkwan, you didn't stop to consider all the implications... like him liking you back.

✾ pairings: boo seungkwan x female reader ✾ genre: fluff, smut (18+) ✾ au: theatre performer seungkwan, childhood crush to lovers ✾ word count: 14.3k

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✾ warnings: mentions of food, reader has a lowkey toxic family, idiot!yn is back, smut with plot, reader is on birth control, dom seungkwan, big dick seungkwan, seungkwan is kind of a simp and clingy, reader is needy af, hand kink, praise kink, exhibitionism: car sex, groping, sex in semi-public spaces; unprotected p in v sex, creampies, pet names: honey, pretty, baby (hers)

✾ a/n: the pov switches from reader to seungkwan twice and only for a small amount of paragraphs. MOST OF THESE SCENES ARE BARELY PROOFREAD/EDITED i'm sowwy

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part ii — chocolate

On the following morning, you woke up in the individual mattress on the floor, bundled up in blankets and pillows. In the days you've been staying with your parents, you haven't woken up in this manner, peacefully rested, eager for the day and well, blissfully sore. 

You let out a breath, feeling half ashamed, half content over the events that took part the night before. In that room, on the desk, with your childhood crush... who might still be your crush.

Might be? 

You let out a groan that was muffled by your pillow before reaching out for your phone and checking if you had gotten any messages yet. That which you hadn't.

Not knowing what kind of outcome to expect from last night's event, you decided to try and shove it to the back of your mind and not think about Seungkwan. And to achieve this, you decided to go to the park for a run.

There was something that you were certain was an outcome from what happened the night before, and that was your surprising change of mood. You felt eager to see what your day would have in store for you. 

And that also led you to go outdoors and try to the best of your ability to go for a jog without thinking about what happened last night. 

Why?

It happened so sudden and unexpectedly that you were afraid to have ruined your chances with Boo Seungkwan.

You got off the bus you took to the park and, as you walked across the parking lot, you suddenly realized that the weather was not going to cooperate with your plans for today.

The sky was bleak and there were no patches of clear blue sky in sight. At the horizon, where you could see the sea beyond the cliffs, you could notice the cloud's down pouring into the ocean. Which was usually not a good sign. 

It was a couple of nights before your little sister's big day. So tonight what you had planned was a dinner, an icebreaker for the groom and the bride's family and guests to get to know each other before marrying the families together.

And the dinner was set to be outdoors, so you feared that it might have been a bad idea to make reservations in a restaurant by the sea, given the weather conditions. 

Why would someone plan their wedding in the worst season of the year? A passing thought, you shook your head slightly as you made your way to the jogging track of the park, which was shaded by the trees. So suffice to say, it was dark. 

As the track took you deeper into the park and into the trees, your breath started catching up. Despite the bitter coldness in the air, you could feel tiny droplets of sweat run down from your nape and down your spine, making you shiver a bit.  

Nearly forty minutes had passed and you started to feel the fatigue creeping up in your muscles again and you decided to slow down for a bit, and walk off to the drinking fountains lined up next to the basketball courts.  

If it were up to you, you would've made reservations on a different location, or planned your wedding considering the weather conditions, or perhaps, just perhaps not getting married at all—

"Nice one, Boo Seungkwan!" you heard someone call loudly before a few sounds of hands clashing together also filled your ears. 

Your stomach dropped, the overwhelming feeling almost made you stumble and fall over in the running tracks. Though you weren't going fast, you could still make a scene if you suddenly fell on your face. 

However, you still turned your gaze towards the concrete basketball court. Boo Seungkwan was smiling tiredly, high-fiving the guys that were around him seemingly finishing a friendly 3x3 basketball game. 

Seungkwan wasn't aware that you had slowed down in the tracks to see him, but that was totally fine with you, since you weren't sure of how to go about the events of the night before. 

In truth, you could still feel him. Obviously you were conscious that it was merely a thing coming from your mind. In the sense that, your body craved for the sensation of being touched and cared for by him. And from the moment you saw him, your body responded with a shudder, your heart leaped and your breath hitched dramatically.

Oh, no.

And it obviously didn't help that he was covered in a layer of sweat, making the bangs of his chocolate brown hair stick to his forehead and to the sides of his face. His lips were swollen and pink, you noticed as his tongue came out to wet them. 

You had stopped running altogether, determined to get his attention now. But then he turned back to the bleachers, stretched his arms overhead and then rested one foot on the first step and then pushed his hips forward to stretch his quads one after the other.

He wore blue gym shorts, a white t-shirt and white sneakers. Somebody passing behind him said something that made him laugh out loud and then he turned, just as he threw the shoulder strap of his blue duffel bag. 

Then his pretty pouty lips dropped in a tiny 'o' and his hand lifted to wave at you, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. 

Your heart flipped again but you quickly returned the gesture, twiddling your fingers at him with a smile of your own. 

Boo Seungkwan quickly turned to his friends and said goodbye to them, only to sprint across the basketball courts all the way to where you still stood.  

Suddenly, your mind was flooded with all kinds of thoughts, ranging from what the hell were you supposed to say after the nights prior to telling him just how much you still liked him. 

But in reality, you didn't know just what to say exactly. Or how to act, even. 

Why couldn't you just keep running? 

"Hi there," you chirped, thinking it was a solid way to start this conversation. 

"Hi," he exhaled and stopped his sprint just in front of you. "How are you? I didn't think you'd be up already," he said with a soft smile. 

"Why? It's nine in the morning," you frowned, but slowly understood he was joking. 

"And? I told you to rest," he pushed his eyebrows up, his lips pouted as he countered you. 

You smiled at his expression. "I don't wanna rest. I've got a ton of stuff to do—arrange flower vases, the welcome bags for the guests... and no, you didn't! You told me 'no more work for tonight', today is a new day," you told him conceitedly with a small scoff. 

Seungkwan looked at you amusedly. "And did you do what I said?" he asked, and you knew that he was playing with you, but it didn't help that you could see the tip of his tongue sliding by the corner of his lips and pushing it from the inside of his mouth. 

You gulped hard. "Ye-yeah, I did. Everything you told me, I did it," you muttered without thinking how pathetic you would sound. 

But Seungkwan only smiled, releasing a soft sigh before patting your head twice with his hand and started walking on the tracks, in the direction toward the parking lot of the park. 

"Need a ride home, honey?" he asked as you regained mobility on your limbs and caught up with him. 

Your heart did a mini flip when he used that nickname on you. He might've picked it up after your mother called you that in front of him.  

"Um, yeah. That would be nice. Thanks," you stammered awkwardly. 

You watched him open his duffel bag without skipping a step and pulled out a pack of baby wipes to clean the dirt off his hands from playing basketball, to then get rid of the used wipe on the nearest bin. 

His fingers were long and lithe, the tips rounded and well kept, his knuckles were bony and the back of his hand veiny. A navy blue smartwatch adorned his wrist. A hot shudder shook you. It was just last night those hands were on you. 

You looked away, keeping your eyes trained on the track in front of you. It was then that you noticed that the wind was picking up dramatically and the sky above the steeped tree branches was darker than before. 

"Hey, I was thinking," you started reluctantly, pulling the sleeves of your white pullover to cover your hands as a way to muster up some boldness. "About what happened last night." 

Silence followed after that, you knew you had to say something but you left some space for Seungkwan to say something before you did. But he didn't, his eyes were focused on you, when your gazes connected he nodded, encouraging you to speak. 

"Were you—are you okay with what happened?" you muttered, seemingly sounding breathless, but it was just your nervousness constricting your voice. 

Your question was odd, you knew as soon as you saw his brow furrow slightly. Seungkwan stopped walking and placed a hand lightly on your shoulder, making you stop too. 

"Why do you ask?" his eyes read your face closely. 

The wind that seeped through the trees flanking the tracks brushed Seungkwan's brown hair from his forehead. Fuck, he's so cute, you thought.

"I'm just saying—I don't want you to think that I rushed you into doing something–,"

"Why would I think that?" he queried, his eyes still reading you inquisitively, and then stopped. "Do you regret what happened last night, is that why?" 

Your heart lurched and you instantly shook your head almost passionately, looking up at his brown eyes. "Do you?"

That made him smile fondly. "No," he paused and took a breath tilting his head side to side. "It was really unexpected but I liked it," he reassured you, deducing where your insecurity stemmed from. "I wanted it as much as you did. Probably more, even." 

Your heart swelled with something akin to a mixture of joy and fondness. "That's debatable," you joked, mustering up a small grin. 

"Nope. Highly unlikely," he shook his head once, shutting your claims down with a scoff too.

"What? I was the one all over you," you whined embarrassedly and took your hands to bury your face in them.

"Now, that is a complete lie, honey," he snickered. 

"You know what I mean!" you dropped your hands to your sides. 

His eyebrows pushed up again. "Trust me if I didn't want any of it I would've said it," then he rolled his eyes. "You know what–,"

One hand snaked on the nape of your neck, his fingers getting tangled with your ponytail as he held you in place to crash his lips on yours. A small yelp in surprise got muffled by his hot mouth as he kissed you fervently. 

The tip of his tongue quickly swiped a line on your lower lip to meet with your own. You heard him grunt slightly when your hands found his sides over his t-shirt to hold onto him. 

"Does that settle it?" he asked with a satisfied sigh. 

You glanced to your sides to make sure that no one saw the very public display of carnal affection. The tracks were completely deserted, no one was within your sight. When you turned to lock eyes with him, you noticed that he was amused by your reaction. 

"I–yes, it does. I think," you stammered, completely flustered by him. 

"You think?" he echoed and laughed. 

"Yeah," you breathed, biting your lip to avoid matching his smile. 

"What will it take for you to believe me?" he asked with a tinge of dramatic intonation, the actor that he is. 

"There's dinner tonight—an icebreaker of sorts," you started, locking your eyes with his. "Come along and I'll consider it." 

His hand was still located firmly on your nape. "Why does that sound like you're blackmailing me," he teased, dipping his head to capture your lips with his own. 

"I'm not," you whined but were quickly silenced by another kiss. 

"Say that you believe me and I will go," he muttered with a small smile and pressed his lips one more time against yours. 

"Now who's blackmailing," you quipped. 

"So you admit to it," he chuckled. 

"Kwannie," you pushed his chest with your hand, making the teasing kiss stop. "I want you to come to this dinner." 

"Will you stop believing that I felt pressured to fuck you last night?" he retorted, nodding his head at you defiantly. 

The question shot like a lightning bolt through your body, making you clamp your thighs together. 

"God, Seungkwan," you whined with a high pitched tone and laughed at yourself. "Don't say it like that! Okay!"

He matched your laugh with his own. "I needed to say it like that! How else?"

"Shut up," you sighed. 

A few drops of water fell on both your forehead and cheekbones, making you blink at the suddenness of it all and looking upwards, where the small patches of sky between the branches of trees showed now much darkened clouds. 

"Let's go," Seungkwan slid an arm over your shoulders and you walked side by side, not rushing toward the parking lot. 

Growing up in a seaside town meant that you were used to sudden changes in weather. And during these months, before the new year, rainy and cold days were absolutely normal. 

As more fat droplets of water fell on your head and shoulders, you took the liberty to circle an arm on Seungkwan's back and looked up to find his doe eyes. 

"So what is this dinner about?" he asked, finding your eyes. 

"Is this thing my sister insisted on having, an icebreaker, for the groom's side of the family to meet with our own," you explained briefly, trying not to roll your eyes. 

"Hm," Seungkwan's eyes read yours. "What's up with you and Jisung?" 

You almost stopped walking. "Wha-why?" you breathed anxiously. 

"Yes, why don't you like him?" he pressed. 

"What do you mean?" you deflected. "I do like him. He's family now."

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "You don't have to hide from me. You know I won't judge," he cooed with his honeyed voice. 

You gaped at him briefly and sighed as the rain continued to fall slowly between the tree branches. The smell of the rain-drenched earth and trees filled your senses.

"He's older than my sister. He's older than you and me," you frowned. "And... she's barely an adult. He's old and she's a kid. It's not only that, I think it's a weird union overall."  

"Is that why you and your sister had a falling out?" he ventured and nodded just after you did. 

"But it was because I said some awful things to her on the matter," you admitted, grimacing a little at the memory you tried so hard to push from your brain. 

In fact, the argument had started because of something insignificant, something you couldn't even remember right. And from then it escalated in you telling your sister she was marrying on a whim, and she would regret it someday. 

You shook your head almost absentmindedly. 

The wind picked up stronger than before, rustling the leaves on the trees as the rain began to pour down with more intensity.

"Oh," you yelped and laughed as the cold drops of water fell on top of your head and shoulders, running down your back too. 

"My dad's car is not far. Do you want to make a run for it?" he asked, surveying the expression on your face as you scrunched up your nose. 

"Yeah, I think so," you nodded. At the pace the rain was falling you would be soaked by the time you made it to the parking lot if you kept walking. 

"Come on," he smiled softly and grabbed your hand as you both sprinted down the running track of the park, all the route you had previously made before and back to the wide parking lot.

The rain lashed down harder than before, splashing your sneakers as you both ran toward the parking lot which, you suspected, had emptied out due to the drastic change in weather.

Seungkwan pointed to a lonely gray sedan and opened the door to the backseat for you as it was the nearest and you immediately slid your body into the seat, letting out sharp breaths from the exercise. 

He too exhaled wearily after closing the car door, rested his head on the headrest and moved to look at you with a soft smile.

You sat on the other end of the back seat with your back against the door. Catching your breath as you felt water dripping from your forehead and down your face as you slowly smiled back at him.

"Here," Seungkwan muttered and opened his duffel bag and handed out a hand towel to you. 

"Didn't you use this for your sweaty face?" you took it nonetheless and wiped your face dry and handed it back to him. 

"It's better than nothing, right?" he muttered shamefully as he wiped his face too. "I have a jacket too, hopefully it's not wet so you can wear it."

He pulled a navy blue sports jacket from his bag and gave it to you. Your hoodie was nearly soaked, but not entirely through. You even thought that it wasn't too bad until you noticed how wet Seungkwan's own clothes were. 

"You have it," you said, handing it back to him.

"No, you have it. I'm fine, you're the one that's shivering," he eyed you with feigned annoyance. 

"Fine," you conceded and removed your wet hoodie with some clumsiness, trying not to bump your arm with the window of the car.

So you stayed in your sporty tank top, which wasn't wet, but felt moist, pressing against skin full of little bumps.  

Seungkwan was pressing the towel on his neck with gentle motions. His white t-shirt stuck to his chest and abdomen, so you could get a faint sight of his nipples, and the lines marking the muscles of his abdomen, the dark circle where his belly button was located. 

Without much thought, you reached out and dipped a finger on his belly button over his wet t-shirt. 

"What," he laughed out loud, grabbing your hand instantly as you responded with your own laughter. 

The rain poured over the hood of the car loudly, and the windows were already condensed. But you could hear his laughter clearly as he poked your tummy with his lithe finger to bring out a sweet smile from you. 

Seungkwan could see that you were flustered, the heat on your face made it so that you looked between nervous and full of desire. And you were obvious with it too—looking at his wet body, the small droplets of water down his neck, where his collarbones met.

And if you dared to look further... to the lushness of his spread thighs, the damp fabric of his blue gym shorts stretched and clung to his skin. But not only that, to notice the growing bulge on his crotch, making you dart a look to his knowing eyes.

Now Seungkwan knew he couldn't resist to you. Not when he already got a taste of you the night before. Not when he already knew just how fucking good you felt. And even less when you looked so flustered, hot and wet.

"Seungkwan?" you called with a tiny voice, even over loud pattering noise from the rain, he responded to your sweet voice. 

"Yes?" 

His brown eyes read your face, but he was certain of what he saw in them. The desire, the hunger, the things he saw in your eyes last night, things he was sure he would never forget.  

You were sure that you were the only ones in the parking lot, but still, you looked around meekly before Seungkwan pulled you for a hot kiss, using his cold hands to cup your cheeks.

It happened fast and in a frenzy. Seungkwan broke away from your lips to grab your top by the hem and yanked it up your body, uncovering your torso for his view. 

You smiled when he scooted closer on the seat and then you grabbed his wet t-shirt and pulled it off his body too, ruffling his chocolate brown hair, partly wet from the rain. 

"You're so hot," he sighed, just like he did the night before, his eyes roamed over your half naked body and licked his lips before kissing you briefly. "I can't believe I'm kissing you." 

"You kissed me last night," you muttered with a nervous giggle, pressing your lips repeatedly against his. 

"And I couldn't believe it last night either," he muttered gruffly and then grunted. "Take this off. I want to see you, baby."

He pinched your sports bra and you complied without a word, pulling your body back to pull the tight and stretchy bra up your head and put it aside on the seat. 

As soon as you got rid of your bra, Seungkwan dipped his head to meet your neck with his lips, peppering your soft and sensitive skin with feathery kisses. 

"You're not afraid we'll get in trouble this time?" you mused with a faint tone just as your skin prickled again, but this time because of his lips grazing against your neck, the feeling making you shudder. 

"We're completely alone this time," he countered, his lips grazing over your collarbones. "Last night was crazy."

"I know," you breathed, eyelids fluttering shut. "I've never been fucked like that."

You heard him laugh faintly against your chest. "Want to top that, then?"

The moan you let spill from your lips was quickly drowned by the loud pattering of the rain against the windows and the hood of the car. The question alone was so inciting that you had your thighs clamping involuntarily.  

"Mmm-mmph," you nodded as his lips reached the swell of your breasts, making your breath hitch. "Want to top you." 

"Hm, right now, are you sure?" he purred before pressing a soft kiss beside your areola. "I want this to be about you, baby." 

The last sentence he uttered against your prickled skin burned through your body, blood rushing to your hot cheeks. "Riding you could also be about me, Kwannie," you replied with a soft moan. 

Seungkwan had never heard something like that being said to him. It made him go a little mad with desire to just feel you already.  

You were answered with a groan and soft nibble to one of your nipples, his hands hooking on the band of your leggings and yanked them down at the same time you kicked your sneakers. Your panties got tangled along with a groan of satisfaction from his part. 

"I like how you look in these," he muttered as he set your leggings aside. 

You looked briefly at your old leggings. You haven't even given much thought as to how you'd look in sporty clothes. 

"Why?" you asked in a confused tone. 

"You just look good in them," he replied with an aloof tone.

God, you wanted to make him feel good—you thought while your mind reeled frantically. You knew you had to be going insane under the lust and the burning desire to feel him again. 

But you were also about to fuck him in an empty parking lot, so there weren't many options. Or time.

"I want to make you feel good, Kwannie," you muttered sultrily, darting a look at him through your eyelashes.

A sigh coiled in his throat, lust and desire rushed inside him, making him feel a bit lightheaded. "C'mere," he muttered, motioning you over his lap. 

Clumsily, you propped yourself on one knee beside him and placed the other to his other side, straddling him over his lap. A shy smile spread on your lips, but he appeared to not notice your clumsiness at all. 

Seungkwan's hands immediately made a way from your thighs to your hips, to then circle back and cup your butt. The cold metal of the clasp on his smartwatch made your skin tingle. His eyes roamed over your body briefly before he looked up and found your own gaze. 

"You look better like this," he decided with a small smile. A hand left one of your glutes to graze your chin with his fingers to pull you in for a kiss. 

"Kwannie," you breathed after capturing his lips with your own. "I need you."

Seungkwan groaned softly. He wasn't in the mood to make you beg, he wanted to give you everything you asked without hesitation. But hearing those words leave your pretty lips, made him wish for ample time to make you beg.

"God, honey," he muttered between needy kisses. "When I told you we needed to repeat this I didn't mean like this," he laughed faintly. 

"I know," you replied, with a shaky tone, bumping the tip of your nose with his. "But I really need this, Kwannie."

His long and delicate fingers explored your body. It was different to see you under the bleak light of the day, to see exactly where his hands caressed. To see your skin respond to his touch with tiny bumps all over.

"It's okay baby," he looked up to see you biting your lower lip as you worked to get his cock free of his boxers. "But my demand still stands."

The tips of his fingers sunk into your hips as he lifted his own for you to drag his gym shorts and boxers down, uncovering him just enough for you to sit on him. Your hand rolled over his hard cock, smearing his precum all over his bulbous head and down his veiny shaft, making him hiss under the much desired contact. 

You nodded aloofly at what he said, completely focused on not losing sanity as you aided yourself to keep balance with one hand over his lean shoulder, keeping the other hand on his cock to align it with your pulsating entrance. 

A breath escaped through your clenched teeth as you slowly and gently eased down on his thick cock, shuddering slightly on it as you felt it stretch your walls nicely, stuffing you to the point you were sure you could come soon like this.

Your other hand matched the one on his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter close in concentration as you started to sway your hips back and forth, gently at first. Not wanting to rush anything. 

But it was fine with him, he didn't want you to move faster. In fact, it was taking everything inside him to not come already, so it helped a bit that you were moving slowly on him. 

"Kwannie," you breathed against his lips, dropping your forehead on his. 

"You're okay, baby," he muttered softly, his lithe fingers pulling away your baby hairs that your ponytail couldn't get a hold of from your face. "You're perfect." 

Seungkwan didn't close his eyes for this, even if he could only see your eyelids fluttering close due to the proximity of your faces, your pretty mouth parted to give way for the breathy moans. 

You changed the rhythm and motion of your hips, opting to bounce delicately on him, taking every single inch of his cock within your warm gummy walls. Now Seungkwan could feel you completely, every crevice, every fold within your walls—to the point that the base of his cock was completely wet, covered with your arousal. 

You leaned your head back gently, stretching your neck for him to place wet kisses on your skin, making you moan loudly when he licked the base of your throat, leaving a tingling sensation all over your skin.

At that, your hips stuttered sloppily against his, moving the hands that were anchored on his shoulders a second ago and you sank them on his strong thighs to lean your body back just before you started rolling your hips on his cock faster. 

"That's it. Use me, baby, juuust like that," he cooed softly at you when he heard your sweet moans. "God, you feel so perfect." 

Seungkwan felt trapped in a haze, in you. It was so different from the night prior, he couldn't really see you then. But now, he was delighting himself at the sight of you, of the unapologetic nakedness. 

He could now see your skin fully, thanks to the bleak light inside the car, the windows tinted by a film of condensation, so he was sure that no one else but him could see you.

His fingers caressed the curve of your waist as you fucked him harder, to then trace the underside of your tits as they gently bounced in front of his face. Earning soft and whiny moans from you when his thumbs twirled around your pebbled nipples.

"You sound so sweet too," he muttered entrancingly, his eyes on your face, over your parted mouth in pleasure, your eyes closed to focus on riding his cock, chasing your sweet, sweet high. 

He groaned and gritted his teeth, letting his head fall on the headrest without tearing his eyes from you, feeling your walls clamp around him just before every sweet moan that your lips spilled. 

"Fuck, you'll be the death of me," he mumbled just before his hands clutched your hips, fingers digging on your soft skin as he lifted his own hips to fuck into you, not because he wanted to regain control, but because he needed to push his cock further into your clamping walls.

"Seungkwan!" you moaned, opening your eyes to find his, hungrily going over the features of your face riddled with pure lust. 

"Need you to come," he muttered, still leaning his head back. "Want you to cream all over me, baby. Make a mess on me." 

"I'm gonna, mmn–, Kwannie!" your eyebrows knitted when his hand moved from your hip to the center of your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit to start teasing it, getting it to swell with circular, unrelenting motions. 

"That's it baby," he cooed with your moans, smiling softly when he felt your walls fluttering erratically around his cock. "God, you feel so good."

You cried out lewdly, the sound buzzing in his ears, almost shattering his mind over how good your voice sounded, your raw moans as you came hard on top of him, meeting his hips with your own sloppily, your eyes lazily falling close. 

Seungkwan felt blood rushing up his head, running down rapidly to his cock, shuddering hard but not letting himself come yet. He knew he had a lot of stamina still to keep fucking into you, so he was determined to make you come one more time before he did. 

His hand slid from your lower belly to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, his hand so large that his thumb pressed against the underside of your jaw and the tips of the rest of his fingers reached the back of your neck.

He didn't choke you when he pulled you from your neck closer to his face to kiss you, but the motion and the pressure on your airway was just enough to make you come down to reality, your hands moving from his thighs to wrap around his forearm. 

"Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby," he grazed your lips with his. "I'm almost there."

You let out a sweet sigh and nodded obediently, taking your hand between your body and his, your fingers swirled around your slick covered clit, already swollen from the arousal and the friction. 

His hands were back clutching your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you with hard thrusts, gasping on each other's mouths.

"Fuck," he breathed into your mouth. "Let me come inside you, baby," he grunted impatiently.  

The question alone made you burn inside with a tingle between your thighs. You nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes, Kwannie," you breathed. "Come inside me, please, please." 

He let out a low grunt, fingers digging on your love handles. Hearing you say that made his mind spin. You, his childhood crush, wholly naked on top of him, saying those things to him.

"Seungkwan," you muttered before swallowing thickly once, he heard you let out a whiny moan and then: "Seungkwan, I'm cumming."

Seungkwan gave you a small nod. "Let go, baby. That's it, that's it," he muttered with a low tone. 

He cooed at your moans and your whimpers, much as if he were trying to soothe you as you came undone on top of him, trembling and breathing hard.

"Kwannie, Kwannie, Kwannie," you whimpered over and over, as waves of sweet pleasure washed over you harder than before. 

"Fuck–honey," he groaned, the sound vibrating hard on his chest as his eyes screwed shut so hard that he saw colors and ropes of cum spilled from his twitching cock inside your tight warmth. 

He opened his eyes to see you on top of him, post-fuck glaze written all over your face. His ears were ringing slightly, chest heaving but you smiled at him. A small knowing smile that hit him like a punch in the chest. 

Slowly, you stopped writhing on his lap and your pulsating walls relaxed around his cock by the moment you eased your head on his shoulder with a long sigh. 

"Oh my god," you whispered against the crook of his neck, releasing a faint laugh. 

"What's that?" Seungkwan asked lazily as his hands caressed your back with slow and gentle strokes. 

"We're like two teenagers, feels like," you laughed abashedly. "Fucking in a car."

"I never did this as a teenager," he replied, the tip of his nose bumped with the side of your head slightly as you pulled back to see his shy smile. 

"Like, at all?" you frowned slightly at him. 

He shook his head, biting his lower lip to avoid smiling from the shyness he felt in that moment. 

"Me neither," you shrugged.

"Really?" he asked and shook his head slightly. "I mean, you had guys wanting to throw themselves at you all the time... not even once?" 

That made you smile. You both grew up in a small town, where everyone knew each other and word got out pretty fast during high-school. So, sex was decidedly something you wanted to experience until you were certain that it wouldn't turn into a weekend's gossip.

"I didn't have anyone throwing themselves at me," you countered. "And no, I never came close to even going past kissing as a teen." 

He blinked. "You were the prettiest girl of our generation. Everyone wanted to get your attention," a smile stretched his pretty lips. "Myself included."

Your heart flipped once again. "What?" you blurted.

"Don't act so surprised," he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. 

"Did you..." you started but the words coiled in your throat.

"Like you?" his eyebrows pushed up ever so slightly. "Yes, I did. I still do, if it wasn't obvious."

You let out a laugh and dipped your head to meet his lips with a kiss. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious," you breathed nervously. "And I also liked you in high-school." 

"I find that last bit hard to believe," he muttered, still pressing his lips with yours in tender kisses. 

"Why?" 

"I was a complete loser," he replied and then paused. "I was a bit awkward." 

"I always thought you were sweet," you smiled at him, brushing his wet bangs aside on his forehead. 

He clicked his tongue and snorted a laugh. 

"I mean it!" you laughed too. 

His fingers took your jaw gingerly to capture your lips with his own, a brief, chaste kiss that had you moaning softly on his mouth. His cock was still lodged inside your sopping walls, wet with his cum and your arousal. So he felt when your walls fluttered a bit around him.  

"Do you still think I'm sweet?" he asked, feeling himself getting hard again just by seeing you respond so well at his touch. 

"Right at this moment?" you sighed a smile. "No, I don't think you're sweet." 

"Hm," he hummed softly before capturing your lips with his, kissing you slowly, so slowly that you almost melted into his lips, into his hands touching you. 

The rain was still pattering on the hood of the car, but not as violently as before. The car windows had been obscured by a layer of condensation. Although it gave you both some privacy, you knew you had to move soon.

"This is a bit wild," you pointed with a whisper. 

"I know," he replied, his hands clutched your hips again, squeezing at your skin affectionately. "Will you let me do this in a bed next time?"

You smirked, leaning your forehead against his again. "What makes you so sure that there will be a next time?"

"Umn, you agreed to it baby," he replied as his hands caressed gentle figure eight motions on your back.

"Mmn, but you'll have to work for it," you conditioned, leaning your head back when Seungkwan tried to get a kiss, copying the motion he did the night prior.

"I know, pretty," he asserted. "I want to take my time with you; I wanna do things right with you," he muttered before capturing your lips with his own, taking the chance that you had stilled at the sound of his words.

"Sorry, I really pushed this one again, didn't I?" you inquired, scrunching your nose a little.

"Again with that—I really need you to get that out of your head," he whispered, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. "I mean, you do have a high sex drive. But if it wasn't evident, so do I."

That brought a chuckle out of you, the smile widened in his lips. "Lucky me."

Seungkwan could've debated that it was him the lucky one, but that much was obvious, at least to him. Instead, he grabbed your face with his fingers first, to then cup your cheeks fully with his hands.

"I never would've imagined that something like this would happen." 

"Me neither, honestly," you admitted. 

He nodded and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips. "I'm going to move you now, okay?" he muttered before turning your body so he could press your back on the seat. 

Now that you were lying on your back, he pulled out from you without spilling anything on the seat. Your eye caught the sight of his cock, drenched in both his and your arousal, a sheen ring of your cream smeared by his hilt. Seungkwan quickly tucked himself and reached for something inside his duffel bag that was forgotten on the floor of the car. 

"Here," he muttered softly as he wiped his cum clean from your pussy lips with gentle fingers. 

"Thanks," you whispered nervously as you saw him focused on his task. 

He handed you the leggings and panties and you got dressed quickly, feeling cold now that you weren't in proximity to his warmth. When you were completely dressed in your humid clothes, you turned to see Seungkwan, seemingly a little lost in thought. 

"Let me take you home," he muttered, grazing your chin with his fingers once and climbed over the front seat of the car in one full movement.  

During the ride home, Seungkwan kept his arms lax, holding the steering wheel by the underside. You noticed that he was driving at the lowest speed tolerated, and you suspected that he was also trying to take the farthest route so the ride would take longer. 

"Are you cold, I can turn the heating on," he offered and you nodded, your hands firmly clasped between your thighs, trying not to shiver. 

You reached out to the fans emitting hot air to warm your fingers and when you felt like your body was heating up you leaned back on the seat and let out a lazy sigh. 

"Are you tired, honey?" he asked attentively and you peeled one eye to look at him. 

A hand slid down your thigh, fingers circling over your inner side and gave a gentle squeeze on your skin. 

"Not tired, just a bit stressed," you sighed. "'ve got so many things to do."

"Do you need a hand? I can help," he immediately asked. 

You felt your cheeks burn at the mere prospect of having Seungkwan around you for a prolonged span of time.  

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," you put in quickly. "But I appreciate the concern." 

"You know you can ask for help," he said as his thumb stroked gentle circles on your thigh. "I have nothing else to do. I'd love to help you." 

"Thank you, Seungkwan," you muttered with a content smile. "I will consider you, if it comes to it." 

He appeared to be pensive for a second, as if he were looking for the right words to say a moment before he slowly said: "I think it's a little unfair that you have to put up with so much pressure on your own."

"Seungkwan," you sent him a reproachful look. But you knew he was right. 

"I know, I know it's the form of currency between you and your sisters," he conceded, nodding with his head as his eyes darted a swift look at you. "But I can't imagine what you could have done to pay for all this work."

You looked away, ashamed at the truth behind it all. "Let's just say that I embarrassed her in front of her fiancé."

"Mm, okay. And still, I think you arranging their wedding with zero help as a way to win her forgiveness is a little too much," he shrugged. "Why can't you talk about it like normal people?"

You scoffed. "Believe me, I've tried. But the only way I could get Minnie to talk to me was by offering to help her with the arrangements." 

"See? It's not fair," he insisted. 

"You're passionate about this," you quipped with a playful smile, a feeble attempt to drive the conversation away from the conflict between you and your sisters. 

He patted your thigh gently. "I get it if you don't want to talk about this. But at least let me help you." 

"Fine," you conceded, starting to see that Seungkwan could easily sway you. "But go home and have a shower first, I don't want you catching a cold right before my sister's wedding."

Seungkwan scoffed and looked at you sideways with a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure thing, ma'am." 

"Seriously, where else will I get some talented singers for the musical number?" you asked with a nervous giggle. 

"Oh, so you don't care if I get sick? All you care about is the wedding?" he asked playfully, feigning disappointment expertly with a furrowed brow and pouty lips. 

"That's right," you replied and giggled again, the sound making Seungkwan break his character and smile sweetly at you. 

The car came to a stop just in front of the driveway of your parents house. You clicked the belt off and leaned forward to place a sweet peck on his cheek. 

"Don't get sick, though," you whispered really close to his ear. 

A shiver shot through Seungkwan's entire body. "Or what?" he countered with a small smile. 

"You won't like it," you teased, a playful smile on your lips. 

He rolled his eyes at your bluff and sneaked a hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, locking your lips with his, slipping his tongue on your mouth almost hungrily to bring out a whiny moan from you. His thumb brushed your cheek softly as he kissed you, the wet sound of both your mouths and your erratic breaths being the only thing being heard inside the car for a moment. 

"See you later," you mumbled with a low tone, completely flustered by him again. 

"I'll call you before I come back here, okay," he asked, his fingers pushing the baby hairs away from the side of your face again. 

"You're not going to tell me to get a warm shower or something?" you pouted at him, batting your eyelashes too. 

Seungkwan paused, reading your expression with a punch in his gut and released a soft chuckle. He knew you were joking, but something inside him wanted to care for you—and he suspected that you delighted in that. 

He held your chin gingerly with two of his fingers, his brown eyes locking with yours. "I want you to have a warm shower and a hot cup of tea," he paused, his eyes still reading your face. "And I'm going to need evidence of that this time." 

Your eyes widened. "Evidence? How will I do that?" you blurted. 

"I don't know," he smiled slowly, shrugging with ease. "Get creative." 

You rolled your eyes at him playfully and stole one final kiss before getting out of the car. "Fine." 

Seungkwan watched you walk off to the driveway and disappear inside your parents house. He hated that he couldn't bring himself to drive to his parents' house to drop off the car and go to the room he had rented for the time being. He hated that by the time he arrived there, he already craved you again. 

When you crossed the door of your parents' house, you swiftly made your way to your temporary bedroom, collecting a towel and scurried to the bathroom to avoid either your mom or dad seeing you.

Shivering slightly from the cold you open the shower with one hand while the other pulled at the scrunchie tying your hair in a ponytail. The warm water felt almost rewarding as you stepped under the shower head, releasing a pleased sigh.

After you cleaned yourself thoroughly, you wrapped your body in a towel and stepped in front of the mirror on top of the sink. Picking up your phone, aligning the camera lens to capture your body and snapping a photo to send it to Seungkwan.

[10:45 AM] you: here's your evidence. [10:45 AM] you: you sent a photo

You were content with the result. The photo wasn't sultry in any way, you even fought with yourself to not throw a peace sign in your mirror selfie.

He responded immediately.

[10:45 AM] kwannie: that's only one part of the evidence [10:45 AM] kwannie: but i appreciate the effort 😌 [10:45 AM] you: dork

You carried onto your list of tasks you needed to get done before the day ended, since the wedding was in two nights, and you still had yet to arrange flower vases and welcome bags. The flower vases had to be ready tomorrow, due to the probability of the flowers not making it to the wedding reception intact.

"There you are," your big sister said with a huff the moment you came out of the bathroom. "I'll be back by three o'clock, Yeri is with mom downstairs. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I'm babysitting today as well?" you pushed your eyebrows up.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" your sister frowned and looked at her phone. "I'm late for my appointment, see you then."

A knot coiled in your tummy, deciding to swallow your words you nodded, but your sister had already turned to the stairwell.

With an exasperated sigh, you came down to the living room, where baby Yeri had already broken down in a loud cry when caught sight of her mom crossing the front door.

You picked her up from your mom's lap and attached her to your hips. "I'm here, Yeri," you cooed. You had discovered that Yeri didn't tell the difference from you and her mom all that well, so the baby soothed down in the familiarity of your voice.

"Okay, let's get things done," you told the one year old, taking her to the kitchen, where you made yourself a cup of tea with milk, and poured orange juice in Yeri's sippy cup.

You grabbed your phone again with one hand, snapping a photo of your cup of tea and Yeri's sippy cup.

[11:01 AM] you: evidence pt. 2 ft. Yeri's sippy cup [11:01 AM] you: you sent a photo

Yeri grabbed her sippy cup perfectly with her hands and you lifted your cup. "Cheers," you cooed to her and sipped from your cup.

"Honey," your mom called you using your nickname, drawing your attention towards her, she stood by the door frame. "Me and your dad are going to pick something from the dry cleaners, then we're grabbing lunch somewhere."

"Oh, right now?" you inquired, darting a look to the baby sipping from her cup merrily, juice dripping from her small chin. "Are you taking Yeri with you?"

"We wanted this afternoon for us, before you go to your sister's dinner," your mom smiled almost sheepishly at you. "Like a date."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, okay," you blurted. "Seungkwan is coming here in a bit."

You mom paused, tilting her head to one side. "Boo Seungkwan? What is the occasion?"

You were overwhelmed by a wave of shame, one that only you knew where it stemmed from. "Uhm, he's helping me with the final arrangements," you mumbled. "We're catching up. And well, we're babysitting too, apparently."

Your mom smiled, her eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite place at the moment. "I'm glad you decided to talk to him. Sometimes I wonder if you even like other people."

"I'm not that terrible, mom," you chuckled, trying to mask the slight hurt you felt from the unwarranted comment.

"Well, we'll be back before sundown for your sister's dinner," she said, shifting on her feet and turned to the door. "Be nice, please. We're friends with the Boo family."

"Mom!" you squealed. "I know!"

Yeri giggled when your voice rose an octave higher. And you caught sight of her aloof smile and that made you giggle with her. "Don't laugh at me," you reprimanded jokingly.

Your parents left shortly after that. In that moment, your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you placed your cup on the dinner table, where you would be working on the welcome bundles.

[11:13 AM] kwannie: i'm bringing you lunch. [11:13 AM] kwannie: should i get something for everyone? [11:13 AM] you: it's just me and Yeri [11:13 AM] kwannie: got it [11:13 AM] you: thank you Kwannie 🥰 [11:14 AM] kwannie: don't mention it

Some time later, you were caught between arranging the stuff for the welcome bags and trying to entertain the one year old in the crib that was pushed to one corner of the living room.

A soft knock came to your door and you nearly jolted in surprise, grabbing Yeri and hiking her up at your hip to get the door.

Seungkwan was there, wearing a navy blue hoodie, blue jeans and blue sneakers. He smiled at you and the baby at your hip.

"I tried calling, but you never answered," he pointed when you moved aside for him to step in.

"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry, guess I forgot my phone somewhere," you said and tentatively leaned your head up for him, earning a soft smile from him when he understood what you wanted, pressing a soft kiss in your lips.

"Hi again," you cooed happily.

"Hi honey," he responded in the same manner. He even matched your tone.

In that moment, Yeri started kicking her little legs, making a fuss about being pushed to the side for you to have your romantic moment with Seungkwan.

"I'm babysitting," you explained, as if it weren't evident already.

"Is your sister gone?" he asked, walking behind you as you made your way to the living room, you had rearranged everything so the coffee table was pushed to the wall and barricaded with the cardboard box that previously stored the vases in your temporary room.

The floor had a multi-colored mat, surrounded with cushions and large pillows for the baby to be in, her favorite toys sprinkled everywhere.

"Yes, it's just us three," you said, settling the one year old in the floor, where she immediately slumped backwards with a joyous squeal.

"I brought us sandwiches," he said with his adorable pout, lifting the plastic bag on his hand.

You couldn't help but smile at that, taking a step towards him and cupping his face in your hands and pressed a big kiss in his lips.

"Thank you, Professor Boo," you mumbled in his lips, referring to his old high-school nickname.

"It's been ages since someone called me that," he admitted with a shy smile.

While having lunch, you helped baby Yeri with her food, cutting it to smaller pieces so she could chew them and she did so contentedly, drool dripping down her chin as she blabbed and laughed at nothing in particular.

"She's a happy baby," Seungkwan pointed when you settled back to the living room and Yeri was now sleeping peacefully in her crib.

"Yeah. She's the sweetest," you replied, eyeing Seungkwan at your side and Yeri in her crib.

"I guess we should make the most of the fact that she's asleep and get to work," he suggested, noticing your gaze on him.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," you blurted, feeling a little ashamed of yourself.

You both sat on the dining table and you taught Seungkwan how the welcome bundle had to be made. Which consisted of a pretty gift bag, but the content had to include a hangover kit, a small bottle of sparkling water and assorted candies.

You popped a piece of chocolate bar that was destined for the bundles and Seungkwan eyed you with curiosity. "I thought those were numbered," he quipped with a grin when you laughed guiltily.

"They are, but I'll take this as payment," you said impishly.

"You should charge them for everything you're doing, if you don't mind me saying so," he muttered firmly and added in an even quieter voice, as if he feared the walls would judge him, "I know money is not an issue for your brother-in-law."

"I'll be fine, Kwannie," you replied, throwing a hangover kit inside one of the gift bags labeled with your sister and her fiancé's initials and the date of their wedding. "This is fun."

With that, Seungkwan put the matter to rest but you could still feel the slight tension lingering in the air, as though he still had something to say about the matter.

You grabbed a piece of chocolate and scooted in your chair, towards his side. "Open up," you ordered sweetly at him.

One of his eyebrows, fighting back a smile he opened his mouth for you to feed him a piece of chocolate, which he chewed with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

You felt your cheeks glow with an embarrassed heat as you quite literally beamed at him. Seungkwan noticed, reading you perfectly and leaned in to kiss you softly.

"You're cute," he breathed, right before you were both interrupted with a loud cry coming from the crib that you nearly forgot about. Yeri had awoken and immediately started demanding attention.

"Oh, I'll–," you started.

"Don't worry, I'll go," he said, promptly getting up and you watched him cross the living room and lifted baby Yeri in his arms.

Yeri immediately soothed her cries, getting what she wanted when Seungkwan sat on the mat with her in his arm and mumbled something to her, you could hear the soft humming of his voice and Yeri responded with her own, half incoherent babble.

You continued working on the remaining bags, watching Seungkwan entertain Yeri quite effortlessly. He found one of the sock puppets and the baby in his arm squealed excitedly, clapping her tiny hands when Seungkwan raised the puppet in his hand.

"Does it have a name?" he asked you, calling from across the living room.

"I call it Socky," you replied with a shrug, knowing that it was a terrible name.

"That's a lazy name," he teased with a grin. "But it'll do."

"Hey! Don't say that! Socky will be hurt," you protested childishly.

Seungkwan smiled and got to work on an impromptu character for the sock puppet, finding a voice for Socky and talking to the one-year-old quite flawlessly.

"You have experience with this," you noted, paying attention to the man focused in keeping your baby niece entertained.

"I did some children's plays not too long ago," he briefly explained. "I discovered I have a knack for it."

You were just about to point out that perhaps he was being too humble about it, when Yeri laughed, when Seungkwan pulled a trick on her. It a crazy, high-pitched laugh that was so contagious that both you and Seungkwan responded with a smile at the baby.

Your breath was robbed out of your lungs with a punch in the heart, leaving a fluttering sensation inside you when you realized, Seungkwan's smile was sweet, like his chocolate brown eyes.

He looked at you, knowing he would find your gaze on him and winked. If you hadn't blushed already, you would have after that.

Later, when you had finished the bundles, Seungkwan and Yeri were watching TV, both sitting on the floor, mindlessly watching the screen.

Some time later, Seungkwan left right before your parents arrived and took care of Yeri, so you had ample chance to get ready for the dinner party.

You wore a pretty silk dress that accentuated your attributes nicely. After getting your makeup and hair up in a cute bun, you were ready to get to the restaurant bar, since you had to be there to go over the guest list with the restaurant staff.

Your father gave you a ride there, complimenting your look with a proud smile before you climbed down the car.

You let out an anxious sigh. This was the first event before the main one, the wedding.

The night had fallen by the shore, the restaurant stood after it, the terrace lights lit up the place beautifully. The soft glow of the lights that hung above made the place look cozy, and even warm, as opposed to the chilly night.

The terrace was adorned just like the bride had requested, the tables neatly arranged with matching fine dinnerware, tablecloths, goblets, all in the colors that she demanded; and you arranged for.

You liked this part—setting pretty high top tables, arranging guests lists, even the dutiful task of doing over a hundred welcoming bundles, it made you think that if the bride wasn't your actual sister, you'd feel at ease.

But as soon as you saw her arrive to the restaurant, you immediately felt the muscles of your back tense up. Her fiancé was by her side, neither of them spoke a word to either you or the staff as your sister dragged him to the terrace for an impromptu photo shoot session.

Slowly, you sister and brother-in-law's friends started to arrive and you were quickly put to work, going over the names and pointing them to their respective tables.

But there was only one guest whose arrival you anticipated the most. And the longer it took for him to get there, the more anxious you felt. It wasn't until you were to the last guests, crossing out most of the names on the list when you raised your gaze from your phone.

To see Seungkwan approaching you from the restaurants entrance, he was pocketing his phone in his pants, fixing the cuffs of his white button up, which was not buttoned all the way up. So you could get a glimpse of his beautiful collarbones, you instantly felt like your heart thumped furiously in your chest when your eyes met his.

"Sorry, I'm a bit late," he said, giving you a shy smile.

You did your best not to look as flustered as you already were. "You're excused," you pressed your lips in a smile.

Seungkwan beckoned toward you and you immediately stiffened in your posture, shaking your head slightly. "No kissing?" he whispered, catching your misdirect quickly.

"Not in front of my sisters," you casually put in, coughing to mask your nervousness at the same time you nodded to the tables at the far end of the terrace. "I don't want them to ruin my night just yet."

Seungkwan laughed softly. "You're the boss," he mumbled, his doe eyes casting a glance up and down your body, making your blood sizzle under your skin.

"Okay," you sighed shakily, running your hands over your tummy, smoothing over the silk fabric. "You're with me," you turned on your heel and walked over where your and Seungkwan's table were located.

"Why are you nervous?" he asked, he had grabbed two champagne glasses and offered you one.

"It's nothing," you mumbled but after a brief pause, you blurted: "I want everything to go smoothly."

Seungkwan pondered for a second. "Can I help?"

"You're doing great so far," you breathed with a pleased smile. "You're here."

Seungkwan's lips twitched a little and he appeared to lean towards you. "So you're not letting me kiss you but it's okay to flirt?"

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. "Flirting is fine. No one else is listening."

The guests were concentrated in different groups, achieving what the purpose of the dinner was and your sister and his fiancé's friends were getting to meet each other. So no one was really even close to listening to you and Seungkwan.

"Well in that case," he mumbled, pretending to fix the cuffs of this button up. "You look gorgeous."

You giggled in pure embarrassment, making Seungkwan smile at you.

"It's taking me all of my willpower not to kiss you," he continued, enjoying the sound of your giggles, the color that your face took, the glint in your eyes, everything.

"Stop," you sighed and rubbed a small tear from the corner of your eye.

"It's true," he mumbled, his eyes triangulating between your lips and your twinkling eyes again.

The dinner went over smoothly, your nervousness died down mostly all due to Seungkwan keeping you distracted with silent knowing looks and secret touches under the table.

His hand casually slid up your thigh once, giving you a slow and gentle squeeze, making your blood boil under your skin when you couldn't help but press your thighs together.

He kept his hand resting there, his thumb caressing over the silk of your skirt, leaving a prickling sensation when he lifted his hand from your thigh.

Seungkwan looked at you, the corners of his mouth lifting as he sipped from his glass of champagne.

God, you wanted to touch him. You thought.

Your hand was next to his, on the table. Reaching out with one finger slowly in order to lace with his.

"There you are, little sis," your sister said, giving you an odd feeling of déjà vu.

Your big sister grabbed you by the arm, you could tell that she was drunk because she pulled you off your chair carelessly, making you nearly stumble.

She laughed. "Careful," she mumbled. "I want you to meet a friend of mine."

"What? You're drunk already?" you blurted, sneaking a look over your shoulder to Seungkwan, "Sorry," you mouthed to him.

But he blinked at you with ease as if saying don't worry about it.

You walked closely behind your sister, letting her drag you through the crowds of people outside in the terrace.

"This," your sister blurted, quite literally thrusting you in front of someone. "Is my friend Hanbin. This is my little sister," she sighed, pleased with herself for some reason.

You looked up to the older man. Hanbin.

"We already know each other," he said, his voice velvety and low, a slow smile stretching his full rosy lips.

"Well, you two talk," your older sister said, her words a slurry mess and she turned to say something to her husband.

"Sorry about that," you put in quickly and quite nervous to face the guy. "She's... well you know her."

Hanbin was actually, not your sister's friend but her husband's, best friend, actually. So you've known him from a few years back, from moments like this that your sister insists on making a fool of yourself in front of her older friends.

"How have you been?" he asked politely, his dark eyes glinting with some drunkenness in them.

"Uh, good, good. I um," you pretended to tuck some hairs behind your ear, despite your hair being up in a bun. "How are you? Are you... wha-what is it that you do?"

You blinked slowly, trying to regain focus. Hanbin laughed at your stutter, his laugh wasn't mocking, it was actually cute.

"I'm a producer. I'm actually moving in the city and your sister told me you're based there..." he frowned, looking a little befuddled. "I think that's why she wanted you to meet me."

You nodded awkwardly, toying with the dainty bracelets in your wrist. "That's nice," you replied aloofly. "I mean, yo-you moving to the city, that's great!"

He nodded, putting a hand to the pocket of his black pants. He was wearing all black, and he seemed to blend in with the dark night sky. Your eyes lost focus on anything but the older man's gaze and settled on the golden liquid in his glass.

It seemed to you that there wasn't much to say and you thought you'd make up an excuse to get back to your table. Then, suddenly, you felt your sister stumbling backwards, crashing her weight against your body and making you lose your balance.

You heard your sister squeal with laughter as you tripped forward and he reached a hand out of his pocket and grabbed you before you fell, spilling his drink all over the front of his black shirt.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry," you gasped shamefully, trying to compose yourself quickly.

"It's alright," he said politely, shaking his hand off the droplets of whisky after putting the glass on the table.

"Here," you blurted, grabbing a napkin from the table and offered it to him, without looking at his face in utter embarrassment.

"It's alright," he repeated and you heard him smile.

Seungkwan watched the whole exchange from afar, how deliberately your sister pushed you onto the unsuspecting guy's arms. But oh, it seemed that the older man loved it, looking at your nervous self trying to make it right, nearly using the tablecloth in your hand to clean his shirt yourself.

You were nervous, rightfully so. Seungkwan saw it in your body language, how retracted you were from the whole exchange and he saw you still after Hanbin smiled at you and said something to you, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his black trousers and listening to you attentively.

You came back after a minute, face blushed, walking awkwardly.

Seungkwan was standing by the doorway to the large terrace, he had left his chair the moment he saw you almost stumble to your knees. And kept an eye on you, a nasty feeling coiling inside his chest when he saw Hanbin's eyes on you in a way that could only mean one thing.

"What was that about?" Seungkwan asked, nodding his head toward the older man, who just happened to be absorbed in conversation with other party guests. 

"Oh, my sister and her relentless need to make a fool of me," you brushed off, grabbing a new glass of champagne and brought it to your lips to give a generous gulp. 

"How come?" he asked, eyeing you with a glint of curiosity. 

"Mm, 's nothing," you mumbled, feeling a new warmth of embarrassment rush to your face. "She has this thing, she likes to throw me to her guy friends when she can't keep up with simple conversations."

You twirled the dainty glass of champagne from one hand to the other, mindlessly seeing the bubbles rise to the surface of the gold liquid. 

"And what did you two talk about?" he asked, his tone was curious still and when you met his eyes, he only looked at you. 

"Um, nothing really. He's moving to the city next month. Asked for my number so we can meet when he moves, show him around and stuff," you shrugged, trying to change the conversation into something other than the cause for your embarrassment.

Seungkwan paused, eyeing the features of your face over and over again. You looked embarrassed, yes. But he noticed also, that you didn't caught on your sister's plan, and fell right to it. 

"And did you give it to him?" 

"Yeah, I mean, he's my sister's friend."

Seungkwan blinked, trying with all his might not to roll his eyes. He saw the way Hanbin looked at you, the way he gaped at your chest instead of having the decency to look at your eyes. 

"Or he was trying to get your number all along," he muttered, making you raise your eyes to see him push the inside of his cheek with his tongue. 

"What?" you frowned. "D'you think he was flirting with me?" 

"Oh, I'm sure he was flirting," he smiled slowly, but the sentiment didn't reach his eyes, it was a dry smile. 

You snorted. "Yeah, right. Why would he? I thought he was in a relationship, or whatever." 

"If so, he was very comfortable looking at your chest," he blurted quickly, shifting his gaze elsewhere. 

"What?" you blurted with a scoff. "No he wasn't."

Though you couldn't say that for sure, and it resounded in the tone of your voice. 

"He was."

Your eyes zeroed on his face, his avoidant gaze. "And?" you prompted. 

"And, what do you mean, and?" he blinked and another empty smile broke his otherwise hard expression. 

You started with a shrug, enjoying the slightly heated expression that his features took, pushing his eyebrows up, his lips pursing just a little. "I mean, it doesn't mean a thing," you muttered, taking a step towards him slowly. "At the end of the day the only eyes I want on me are yours." 

That seemed to break him. With a little snort, his shoulders relaxed.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked with a low tone, a hand slowly slithered on your waist, over the thin fabric of your silk dress. 

Your eyelids fluttered under the sudden contact of his hand on you, when he pulled you to his frame. "Yeah," you mumbled out. 

His eyes darted to a point across the room behind you and then back to yours. "'Cause right now he's looking at your ass pretending to be listening to a conversation."

You stilled and made no motion to confirm his accusations. Seungkwan looked sincere, a bit heated but not completely upset. He almost looked challenged. 

"Even if I'm with you?" you asked, feeling even more dumbfounded when Seungkwan only nodded.

One of his eyebrows twitched slightly. "Well, we may have to send him a message so he understands that you are off limits," he murmured the words slowly, his sweet voice betraying what the darkness in his eyes told. 

"How are you planning to do that?" you asked, thinking that it was completely befuddling to see the spark in his eye, the jealousy that made his hand snake from the curve of your waist to the small of your back. 

"I don't know," he mumbled, shrugging slightly with the shoulder that his head was leaning to. "I could take advantage of the fact that no one but him is looking at us, and just do this–,"

A shudder shot through you when his hand slid down the small of your back and firmly parked it on your ass. The corners of his lips curved ever so slightly when he saw how flustered you looked. 

"Seungkwan!" you hissed, but made no move to stop him. "What if someone else sees?" 

His eyes darted back to the other side of the room again swiftly and nodded at you. "I don't care," he muttered and then looked back at you guiltily. "No one else is watching but him, baby. I promise." 

"This is a really rude way to mark your territory," you pointed impishly, settling your empty glass of champagne on the nearest table and grabbing his hand from your ass.

But still, you laced your fingers with his, the back of your hand against his palm.

"Since you failed to tell him to back off and not giving him your number, I gotta do something, don't I?" he asked and you noticed that he was trying to keep it together and not laugh at his own jealous act.

"I didn't know he was flirting!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone and took your fingers to the collar of his button up to start toying with it absentmindedly. 

"That's why I think he should know you're not free," he shrugged slightly again, slowly dipping his head to meet your lips with his own, gently kissing you once and parting away with a small smile. 

"I think that would suffice," you mumbled amusedly. "Did he stop looking?" 

Seungkwan paused, as if he had forgotten the object of his jealous act and that almost made you laugh. "Uhm," he blinked and darted back. "Yup, he's minding his business now."

"You're being such a dick," you joked.

"Am I?" he inquired, nodding his head once. "I got him to stop looking at you, didn't I?"

"Let him look," you shrugged. "It's all he can do, right?"

Seungkwan pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking at you attentively. "What if I don't like that?" he challenged.

"Then you're gonna have to live with it," you said with ease, adding another shrug. "'Cause I can't prevent people from looking."

That made Seungkwan smile and he sighed as if letting go of his little jealous act. His free hand cupped your chin, setting his gaze on your face before whispering. "You'll be the death of me."

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time, demanding a hard kiss from you, making you melt into his lips. A moan coiled in your throat when you felt the tip of his tongue slowly prod on your lower lip and that made him stop, only to press his lips softly with yours, move them to your cheek and then,

"Careful, baby, we can't be doing that in front of everyone," he whispered in your ear, and you could almost see him in the eye of your mind looking straight into Hanbin as he did that. 

"I thought you wanted to send him another message," you quipped and moved your head back to meet his gaze. 

"That doesn't mean I want him to know how sweet you sound," he bit back and pinched your chin softly with his thumb and pointer finger. "Come take a walk with me."

"Okay," you breathed, being pulled already by the hand Seungkwan was already laced to. 

The both of you exited the fancy open restaurant bar, heading onto the pretty wooden terrace, which was lit with fairy lights, that contrasted with the dark night sky. The terrace was heavy packed with your sister and brother in law's guests, and you quickly understood that Seungkwan wanted to get you alone.

So he walked you down the wooden pier that extended from the restaurant's terrace, the pier descending towards a boat shed at the distance and upon the waterfront. The boat shed appeared to be mysteriously abandoned, bringing you to question the nature of his intent.

But Seungkwan came to a stop, tugging his arm so he turned you to him with a half twirl, your chests collided, and you gave him a half flustered, half nervous giggle.

Seungkwan in return, circled your lower back with an arm. A thought crossed his mind when he caught sight of your parted lips, your blown pupils; you're cute, hot, you're driving him insane. He smirked and a hand came to pinch your chin softly, his chocolate brown eyes darkened under the moonless night.

"Have you ever come down here?" he asked softly, the hand that previously pinched your chin brushed some baby hairs off your face.

He wondered if he could ask you to free your hair from the bun that held it prettily on top of your head.

"No, honestly I didn't know this existed," you nodded back to the shadowy boat shed.

"Mm, so it's a first for both of us," he muttered before leaning to press a soft kiss on your lips.

"A lot of things are, Kwannie," you breathed, looking at him completely flustered now.

Your stomach jolted nervously when his eyes triangulated from your lips, then to each of your eyes. His hand slid in your face to cup your chin before dipping his head to meet your lips with his own with a hot kiss.

Fuck, the fluttery feeling inside you was there again. But it made you moan in his mouth now. There was no hiding how he made you feel, the burning tingling in your cheeks, the fluttery heartbeat against your chest, pulsating in your ears and throat.

You were down bad, so bad.

"Kwannie," you breathed, cupping his neck with your hands, you felt his pulse beneath your palms and fingers.

"Honey," he replied, his breathy voice sounded slightly strained.

When you couldn't bring yourself to utter what you wanted, he paused, reading you expertly.

And in truth, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. After being with you all day and all night, plus the jealousy, that dress you were wearing, the aching need to make you his, his mind was resolved.

"C'mere," he mumbled, grabbing you by the hand.

You were led to the interior of the boat shed, amidst the darkness and the smell of wood, and seawater. There was an old boat in the middle of the wooden shed and each of the corners was cluttered with abandoned items.

The faint, distant sounds of laughter and music drifted across the water, the boat creaking, the rhythmic sound of the sea lapping against the shore. Your mind reeled, but you paid no attention to the familiar looming fear of getting caught.

Seungkwan's lips made a soft smacking sound when he pulled away from yours. "Turn around, baby," he half whispered half rasped.

Your heart raced uncontrollably, sending a powerful shudder like lightning through your body. You loved when he spoke to you like this, with such confidence, his breathy voice controlled, the determination in the features of his face.

"What happened to fucking me in a bed?" you breathed with a sassy smile, despite wanting this with every fiber of your being.

"Next time," he maintained, bumping the tip of your nose with his before pulling you into another chaste kiss. "Turn for me. And pull your skirt up."

Carrying out his order, you turned around, hastily pinching the silk skirt of your dress up to your waist, uncovering yourself for him with a shaky breath. You immediately felt his front press up against your back, his erection wedged perfectly on your ass, his hot breath on the shell of your ear.

"Would you like him to see this, baby?" he asked, hooking one finger around the string of your thong, moving it to one side to then dip that same finger between your wet folds. "Do you want him to know how wet for me you are?"

"No, no Kwannie," you gasped, leaning your body forward slightly and holding onto a wooden post, your ass was now angled for him, so close to his front that you felt then he moved his hand to zip down his black pants, you heard his belt buckling free.

You screwed your eyes shut when you felt the tip of his cock nudging on your entrance, playing with your arousal by sliding up and down your slippery folds. "Mmnff," you let out a muffled moan. "God, oh god."

The palms of his hands pressed on the plush of your ass, fingers digging softly onto your skin as he buried his cock deeply inside your walls, eliciting a moan from both of you. He wasted no time and started pushing his cock with a steady pace at first.

"Fuck," you whispered softly just as you leaned your body in, angling your ass, making his cock hit a sweet spot in your walls.

Seungkwan groaned behind you. A hand left your hip and flew to circle your throat, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as you quite literally heard his breath hitch when your walls clamped around him.

"Do you think he can fuck you like this?" he grunted, his fingers pressing around your neck gently. "Make you feel good, like I can?"

"No, of c-course not Kwannie," you gulped hard. With some impatience, your fingers wrapped around his wrists, one of his hands on your neck, the other still firmly placed on your ass, keeping your skirt up.

"Fuck—you like this, don't you baby?" he groaned, dropping a kiss on the crook of your neck. "You like to rile me up? Like to make me jealous?"

You nodded and sighed a moan when his teeth grazed a soft spot on your neck. "Kwannie, please," you begged for him to speed up his thrusts, to give you what you needed to come.

"You drive me crazy," he confessed with a strained tone, followed by a low moan that vibrated against your ear.

Your hands held onto the wooden wall in front of you as the thrust of his hips changed, plowing on you now, causing your body to bounce on his cock.

His hand climbed down from your throat to squeeze one of your boobs gently over the fabric of your dress, moaning on your neck when he confirmed his suspicions that you didn't wear a bra for your pretty dress.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, when his hand on your ass circled to your front and pressed the pads of his fingers against your swollen clit, which was slick with your own arousal, his fingers pinched your bud, and started rubbing it with swift motions.

"Come for me," he growled in your ear as his hand on your boob returned to your throat, keeping the thrusting of his cock steady on your throbbing pussy. "I know you're close, baby."

"I can't," you sobbed. Despite the undeniable sweet pleasure consuming your body, there was something stopping it from tearing through you.

"Yes, you can," he planted a soft kiss in your cheek, nudging the apple of your cheek with the tip of his nose. "You've done so well for me baby, taking me so nicely, so fucking good."

Hearing him speaking like that onto your ear might've been your undoing. Pleasure tore through your body, under the fingers flicking your clit, the hand wrapped around your throat and the relentless thrusting of his cock inside your walls, and his breathy moans when your walls started contracting on his cock.

"Just like that, good girl," he rasped with a low grunt that vibrated on his chest, his mind spinning with a frantic shudder before he gasped in your ear: "My girl."

You nodded deliriously at the sound of that, slipping into the same trance as him as you came undone on his cock. "Yours," you sobbed, your hand pressing to the side of his head to bring him to a sloppy kiss.

"All mine," Seungkwan nodded with you, his breath hitching and you felt it in your lips, swallowing back a strangled moan as he spilled himself inside you, pushing his cum with slow, deep thrusts until he was utterly breathless.

He released a sigh, dropping his head to litter your shoulder with slow, wet kisses.

"Seungkwan," you breathed, feeling his heartbeat thumping furiously against your back, you leaned your head back to try and look at him. "Were you really jealous?"

Two fingers slid under your chin to angle your lips to his, which he kissed gently, brushing the tip of his nose against yours teasingly. "A little," he admitted with a faint tone, seemingly focused on pressing kisses on your jawline.

His other hand slid up from your core and placed it flatly on your lower tummy, the front of his body was still pressed against your back, like a back hug, except that he was still sheathed inside your warm walls.

"You should know that I didn't flirt back," you blurted, angling your head so he could trail kisses down the crook of your neck, making your mouth fall open, enjoying the tingling sensation with each kiss he planted.

"I know, baby," he responded, the trail of lazy kisses coming to a stop in the crook of your neck.

"And you also know that I can't prevent people staring at my tits—or my ass," you added with a small chuckle, raising your eyes to his.

He responded with a muffled laugh. "I know," he repeated. "And you know that I was just playing with you back at the restaurant, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I do," you smiled. "I thought it was hot."

"Oh, I noticed," he returned a satisfied smile. "Should I do it more often?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you muttered shyly.

"But only if you do something for me," he said, tilting his head and holding your gaze with his.

"I'm all ears."

"Go on a date with me. A proper date," he added and then you saw the nervous glint in his eyes. "I want to be serious with you."

Your whole body went alight with an ecstatic shudder. "I'd love that."

✾ a/n: heyooooo

it's finally here! omg it took me forever to post this ＞︿＜ i kinda been laying back a little on posting one fic after another and took a long break. i'm so sorry for keeping everyone waiting!

ALSO thank you to everyone who interacted with part 1!! yall are so so lovely i wish i could hug everyone of you 🥺💓

honestly if u ask me i am a firm believer in soft dom kwannie, but some of you guys made me see the hard dom kwannie vision and i see it! i hope this chapter lives up to the expectations hahah

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Reading Slump

In the month of January I was in a really big reading slump. I had read some books but never finished them so in this month of February I will be posting my tbr and my honest reviews of what I have read.

February TBR

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller(reread moved it to march)

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

The Poisonwood Bible by Barabara Kingsolver

The Awakening by Kate Chopin(reread moved it to march)

Promises and Pomegrantes by Sav R. Miller 

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence 

Human Acts by Han Kang

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater(reread moved it to march)

5 books I reread a lot that I don't think get talked about enough:

Highfire: grouchy and ancient, the last of the dragons gets beer delivered to his bayou home by a scrappy kid while Bad Guy hunts for him, bonding and shenanigans ensue + side plot mom romance is cute. Not for kids. My favorite line is Bad Guy saying (paraphrased) "Imma bury him so deep, they'll need an archaeologist to find him."

We Are the Ants: depressed baby boy is abducted by aliens and given a choice to press the button that will destroy the world. They'll be back for the answer. He moves through his life looking for advice and wondering if he should push the button, asking people around him, hypothetically of course, what they would do as we begin to understand his hesitation and the countdown to the alien return for his answer approaches.

The Strange and Beautiful Life of Ava Lavender: small-town witch family has a daughter with wings. This makes life hard as she grows up. Content warning for metaphorical SA, but it's about how the resilience of recovery starts long before the traumas, and how hope can look so different from each angle. I did not think the end was tragic or vague, tbh, but I guess some people did. Maybe I read what I needed to hear, either way it sits on the special shelf.

Every Heart A Doorway: when portal fantasy kids (like Alice from wonderland, Wendy from Neverland) return home, they don't always assimilate. The traumatized ones get sent to a special school to wait for their portal doors to reappear, and because some are from nonsense worlds and others are from logic worlds, the kids don't always get along, but they're all there for the same reason, and maybe that's enough. Also then the murders start happening and we may have to reevaluate how the school works.

Lexicon: words can be magic words to the right people, but the right people can become the wrong people if enough shit happens to them because some things can't be expressed in words. Is it sci-fi? Is it Fantasy? Probably both. Our agents hunt for their Bad Guy and we learn what happens when traumas are left unchecked and exploited.

⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, childe is a lil mean and written like a casual fwb relationship, experienced zhongli

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano's teeth catch your lip as his hips inject a chilling coldness into every rut of his cock pressing into you— in other words, they were calculated and controlled rolls of his length basically breaking your body into two pieces.

rolling your eyes back, you catch a glimpse of the heavy armor that has long since been discarded, practically ripped off his body, revealing the full extent of his massive form and muscles shining of sweat.

yet for some reason, there was no warmth in his gaze, never, even now, you see, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his grip on your waist, his look was devoid of any softness.

"i told you to endure it, take it," he commands sternly, his voice a low growl as he pushes into you again, this time making sure he could get an extra inch buried in you.

you flinch and moan at the same time, you're so fucked out of your mind you just want to cum already, but the size of him alone made you gasp and clench— it burned, yes, it felt stimulating, it felt like you're about to encounter an orgasm that could simply make you unable to walk for days.

but the way he handles you— no hesitation, no gentleness, every thrust sharp and vigorous, bursting like the freezing winter cold, as if the first harbinger was testing your limits without truly caring about them.

although somehow, despite his ruthlessness, he knows when to stop.

capitano knows exactly how far to push your body, as if he's memorized every inch of you, every reaction.

"take a big breath for me, yeah? you can take some more," perhaps he could become relentless when pleasuring you, merciless, but never cruel.

he fills you over and over, watching keenly how your pussy drenches him, and fuck, you can feel his eyes watching you, making you nervous— whether it was your hole gripping him, red and puffy begging for your break or your eyes admiring his stomach, he sees it all.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

without haste, wriothesley wraps his arms around you, indulging in a strong and unyielding love as he presses you against him. right there, you feel it, you notice his breath against your neck— one exhale, the second one coming in shortly— he's hot, shaking, lips curved up in a smile as the gentle praises already began to spill from his lips.

"you"re so amazing, sweetheart, you know that," he groans, his voice a little shaky as you squeeze him into you, deep and gripping him into your cunt, "look at you… taking all of me aah— so easily."

his size was clearly overwhelming you, crushing you in ways you hadn’t thought were even remotely possible— although personally his words make it bearable, pleasurable as he smothers his length against your walls, the swollen flesh squeezing him so tightly— and fuck, the more you took of him the better it felt, the more, the better.

shit, you actually believe you've never been this horny for the duke before.

"you're perfect, so perfect, fuck—" he continues walking you through his clouded praises before one of his hands began tracing the slopes of your trembling body, "so tight, yeah… but handling me like it’s nothing."

he pushes deeper, filling you completely, the creaking of the mattress beneath you both only fueling the desire erupting from your very core as his hands easily guide you, ensure you to take him slowly, little by little.

you can take him, right? that's out of the question, but you find yourself wanting more, wanting to prove yourself to him.

⚝ — ZHONGLI

zhongli moves with the grace of experience fitting his intimidating size as your walls instantly pulsate around him, the torture of it being so full and burning between your legs, yet at the same time utterly fulfilling and euphoric.

truly, his amber eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, his body towering over you like a domineering shadow that you couldn't possibly get away from— and at this time, your mind turns blurry, entirely clouded by him and his pretty face.

"it'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he murmurs, his voice soft, "i know what you can take, always." no rush, no urgency— just the both of you.

well, his experience surely was obvious in everything he did, every slow thrust and your hole gradually getting used to him again.

how come he's so big but his massive form just fits so perfectly in you, every square of his cock filling you? zhongli wonders if you're actually made for him, however in this moment, he was preparing you for just how roughly he was about to ruin every fucking space of your walls.

his hips shift, fast snaps of his hips bouncing off your flesh, then pushing a little deeper— and the man was groaning into your ear because you see, zhongli loves how you squeeze him, how your legs shake against him and how your pussy made the wet, little sounds with every rock of hips.

⚝ — CHILDE

"what’s wrong?" even now, as desperate and fucked out as childe made you sound like, he teases you, his voice low as he inches in deeper, making you swallow another ruthless shove of his cock, "hey now, can’t handle it? want me to play with you a lil' more?" his tone was surprisingly light despite him ignoring his own need to cum and cum all over you.

yet the challenge he saw right before him was unmistakably delicious.

the man knew exactly how big he was, how much it affected you, how you always needed him to properly nudge and rub your clit or lap at your tits, suck and pull at your nipples to make the growing stimulation explode— or well, multiply.

yes, it's evident, his teasing antics were making him all the more attractive and you hated it, despised how ajax knew you got off on him being this way.

he gives another fast snap, the sheer stretch of him feeling like it was about to shut down your body as his hands greedily explored your skin. the torture of being so close to your climax, yet not knowing if childe would take it was driving you into madness.

ultimately, his palm settles above your stomach as he digs into it to not only, keep you right where he needed you to be, but also to make it even more pleasurable, until you're practically begging him to fuck the broad daylight out of your skull.

your legs quake, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging low, "you can take more,” he says, pushing deeper, "more, huh," he grinds faster, fucking you harder— you can, right? you've been suck a good fuck for him tonight, always actually, never failing to gasp into his chest so sweetly and stick to his core, your pussy red and swollen but so so full.

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size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

college athlete!gojo who’s full of life. he lights up every room and has every head turning when he walks by. everyone absolutely loves him!!!…except you.

it’s so frustrating seeing that head of white hair waltz into whatever area you’re in, hearing how the whispers pick up and his name happens to flow into distance conversations with ease. it's not that you’re jealous, you’re fairly popular and you have a good reputation on your head. but when it comes to him? it ignites something in you that you just can’t explain.

college athlete!gojo who you hate even more after you touch yourself to the thought of him, bunching up your shirt between your lips to muffle the cries of his name leaking from your lips as you fuck yourself onto your fingers, desperately wishing they were his even with the burning hatred in your heart that you have for him.

college athlete!gojo who knows you don’t like him. you might think he pays you no mind like the rest of his on-campus fan club, but he sees everything. he sees the way you roll your eyes when he starts to speak and your eyebrows furrow when he smiles at something someone said. he just doesn’t understand it, did he do something? not that he’d want it to stop anyways, every reaction you give him makes his dick a little bit harder for you. college athlete!geto tells him to get a life, you can’t get everyone to like you. and while he is right, there can’t be no reason right?

college athlete!gojo who winds up staring at you during some frat party he was invited to. most of his teammates were playing beer pong somewhere off to the side, but instead, he's watching you down shots, dancing, and having a great time. the alcohol he’s had a bit ago is still clouding his judgment, and it makes him follow you off to the vacant balcony when he sees you walk over there, presumably to get some fresh air.

college athlete!gojo who stops you before you leave once you catch. he’s agitated now, voice so sexily clear even with whatever concoction the frat members had mixed up. even with your drunken state, you’re still pushing him away! what did he do? you guys have barely ever held a conversation, much less interacted enough for you to hate him as much as he's picked up on, why do you keep treating him like this?

and maybe it's a less than stellar idea to admit to someone you barely know, much less don't like that you've touched yourself to them on numerous occasions. maybe it's even worse to tell him how your cunt hurts whenever he walked into a room, wishing he'd ease the pain with his tongue. you could always blame the alcohol, yes? but you'd rather take full responsibility for this, the same way you'll take full responsibility for the way you're riding his face now, moaning and gushing all over the wet muscle as he hums into your heat.

college athlete!gojo who for the first time thanked the stars that he didn't live far from the collection of frat houses lining the streets. it's usually such a pain because of how loud they are always hosting one event or the other, consistently disturbing the peace he claims he needs. but if he had to drive any further, he might have just had to take you out in the open, regardless of who would've seen. not like he would've minded anyway. but instead, you're pressed up against the hallway to his room, writhing as his lips clamp down on your clit and his fingers bully their way into your cunt. your swollen lips are parted, moaning loudly as he pulls them in and out, trying to squirm out of his grip. he’s an athlete, remember? you’re practically no match for him as he draws you closer.

college athlete!gojo who finally gets you into the bed, crawling over you within an instant. his brows furrow when you try to stifle a laugh, pointing out that he has your lip gloss all over his lips, they’re practically shining as much as yours were when you put it on! forever one to tease, he gently asks if you want to put some more somewhere else.

college athlete!gojo who’s pretty cock ends up slapping the sides of your face despite the loud whine. he tells you to hush, think of it for compensation for all the emotional pain you put him through. you roll your eyes and he definitely doesn’t like it, because he’s shoving his length into your mouth immediately after. you'd half expect him to be somewhat mean to you, taking the opportunity to get back for all the mean things you've done and said that you didn't realize he'd known about. that's far from the case however, because he's cooing down at you, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you're making him feel, and your cunt is starting to feel empty again.

college athlete!gojo who dicks you down like he’s in love with you. his nimble fingers are all over your body, hands gripping your wrist while his cock reaches depths no other person has gotten to for you. your mind is blank, save for the image of the man above you. he’s so fucking pretty, eyes narrowed down at you with a small smirk painted over his lips. so much for this ‘hate’ you have, right?

college athlete!gojo who keeps his body pressed against yours as you cum hard, nails digging into the skin of his back as he helps you ride it out. he’s just so warm, it’s making everything feel ten times better!

college athlete!gojo who doesn’t wake you up after either. you’re out cold, and he’ll feel so bad if he bothers you. he really shouldn’t, but you’re the one that hates him, not the other way around. it’s why he just slides in behind you, firm arm holding your waist as your heartbeat guides him off to sleep.

college athlete!gojo who opens his eyes to an empty bed the next day. he’s honestly a little disappointed, but he kinda expected it. he’s groaning because he’s a little hungover and he has practice today, but his mood flips almost instantly when he sees the sticky note on his phone with numbers carefully written neatly across it.

college athlete!gojo who nudges you from behind as you're talking to your friends the next week. he whispers in your ear, telling you to hit the field at five o’clock, and flashes you a beautiful smile before stalking off. you're smiling quite a bit yourself until one of your friends snaps you out of it. what the fuck? didn't you hate this guy less than three hours ago? now you're sharing secrets, grinning at each other like idiots? you scratch your head as you see his tall, slender frame walk away. you kinda have some explaining to do now, don't you?

your wedding night with nanami kento

pairing: nanami kento x afab reader contains: nanami fucking you in your wedding dress, suit kink, oral sex (reciprocal), cowgirl, mating press, breeding/trying for a baby, aftercare, romantic fluff at the end. mood:  romantic, passionate, tender author's note: as promised, i will open my fic requests soon, so please stay tuned. thank you for expressing your interest ! huge thanks to ayushnz for my banner !

The snow falls gently outside the window walls of your luxury chalet, but you’re surrounded by an encompassing warmth. Crackling flames dance in the grand fireplace, casting a warm and comforting glow across the room, permeating the air with the smoky-sweet scent of chestnuts and cedar wood.

You close your eyes and savor the gentle tinkling sound of ice swirling inside a crystal glass as your husband, Nanami Kento, fixes himself a drink from the kitchen behind you. He raises his head and leans to see what you’re up to, then he smiles fondly as he sees you on the couch—still dressed in your silk wedding gown, your body slumped against the backrest of the sofa as you bask in the warmth from the fireplace.

“Darling, don’t you want to change into something comfortable?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply with a cheeky smile. “It’s not everyday you get to wear a wedding dress.”

“You can always wear it again," he says. "Or wear it everywhere if you love it that much."

“I just might,” you taunt. “Imagine wearing this to the grocery store.”

He chuckles and strides towards the back of the sofa and snakes a firm hand along your smooth neck, tilting your head upwards to look at him. Your lips curl into a smile as you gaze into his eyes, the warm light shining behind his blonde hair like a halo.

Then you notice the slight tension in his shirt buttons and the tautness of the fabric across his chest—his tuxedo straining to contain the contours of his muscular physique. A potent mix of sophistication and raw physicality.

You take his hand and stand from the sofa, planting your bare feet on the plush carpet.

“Dance with me,” you say. “I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Nanami chuckles, “I thought you said your legs were hurting.”

“In my heels! Come on. Please? Indulge your wife a little.”

Wife. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. To hear the word from your own lips, sweet and airy against his ears, sends a fresh wave of joy and fulfillment in his chest.

“Fine,” he says in mock surrender. “What kind of a husband would I be if I denied you your whims?”

You giggle and pull him by the fireplace, taking his drink and setting it down the coffee table. Nanami wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body. He begins to sway you in a slow circle. And you run your palms up his biceps, folding your arms around his shoulders.

The room is silent, save for the faint cackling of the fire, the shuffling of your dress against his suit, and your slow breathing that grows heavier and shallower the longer you gaze into each other’s eyes.

Nanami squeezes your hips as his eyes wander south, taking in the swell of your cheeks, your soft lips, and the graceful curve of your neck. Then down to your collarbone and your breasts, smooth and pretty as they sit on the neckline of your dress. The warmth of the fireplace can no longer compare to the searing heat that's rising from his body.

“So, what song is playing in your head right now?” you ask. “What are you dancing me to?”

Nanami shrugs, turning his attention back to your eyes.

“There is no song. Just you.”

You smile. And he leans down to press his lips against yours, gentle and warm, that deepens the moment you part your lips and caress his tongue with your own, tasting the bittersweet vanilla of whiskey in his mouth. He bends you backwards into his arm as his lips grow insistent and unyielding—kissing you with a passion that draws your breath from your lungs and moans it back to you.

His lips drag down your neck, his tongue soft and hot against your quickening pulse, his hands firm around your body and on your breast. You feel a sudden surge of helplessness and greed, a spike of pleasure in your core that fades into a dull and throbbing ache.

Suddenly, somehow, his lips weren’t enough for you.

You sink down the floor, knees weak, head spinning, the skirt of your gown blooming beneath you. You dig your fingers into his belt, into his button, into his waistband—your hands clumsy and hurried as you shuffle between groping and undressing. Nanami grunts and quickly undoes his pants, and his cock smacks you in the face as it springs from his briefs, thick and heavy against your cheek, dotting your skin with his precum.

“Rude,” you quip, laughing as you grab his cock. Whatever Nanami wanted to say dies into a moan the moment your tongue flutters against his tip.

His head alone, pink and fat and bulbous, was enough to make you unhinge your jaw. Your fingers could barely touch your thumb when you wrapped your hand around his hot and massive shaft. And it pulses and pounds against your palm, almost like a heartbeat. And his thick and firm veins curl underneath his skin like tree roots.

You find it amusing for a man as considerate and as gentle and as kind as Nanami Kento to have a cock that looks this furious.

And for all the nights you’ve spent together, not once have you succeeded in cramming all of his cock down your throat. But perhaps it’s because this night is special that you’re all the more determined to try.

Your lips sink past his colossal tip. Then you start swaying your head in short and shallow bows, adding a centimeter of length with each downstroke. Nanami drags his fingers along the back of your head, cupping your nape with a large, warm hand.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he mutters. “It feels good when you stroke it, too…”

You hum your disagreement and sink your head further, his tip now pushing against your soft palate. Nanami realizes you have taken on a challenge for yourself. And so he begins to encourage you; his thumb massages your jaw to relieve the stiffness, he nods approvingly as you take on more of his length, his salty-sweet precum drips onto your tongue and you take the viscous dew as liquid courage—emboldening you to pull him further and further inside your throat.

A drool escapes the corner of your lips, which Nanami promptly wipes with his thumb.

“You can do it, darling,” he whispers, his eyes lidded from the pleasure, his cheeks flushed deep red. “Almost there… yeah… you’re doing so well.”

But then you stop moving, with your stretched lips so, so close to the root of him, and withdraw until you’re back to sucking his crown.

Nanami sighs, thinking you have reached your limit. But before he says his reassurances, you drive your head down in a single stroke, shoving his cock down your throat from root to tip.

“Agh!” Nanami groans, grabbing your hair by surprise. “Fuck— Fuck… Baby… ”

You start sucking his cock with feral greed—with your lips tightening and your cheek hollowing each time you sway your head. Nanami grunts and groans as his head bobs up and down your tight throat, his abs quaking from the pleasure. You feel his cock twitch and rumble against your tongue as Nanami edges closer and closer to his climax.

“Alright… Stop—Stop… Honey, that’s enough,” he pants for mercy, his fingers curl around the back of your neck. “Please, please… I’m too close…”

You hold still. Then you press your lips hard around the root of his cock to mark it with your lipstick before sliding him out of you with a gasp, finally catching your breath.

“God…” he pants, his lips curling into an open smile, with wisps of laughter mingling with his breath. “That was… amazing…”

“You almost doubted me there,” you call out, laughing.

“I was just worried…” he replies as he caresses your hair.

You stick your tongue out to give his head one last lick, but Nanami shifts his hips and points his cock away.

“Seriously, darling,” Nanami says with a firm tone. “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You pout at him in response, but that only makes Nanami smile. He loves the way you make him feel so desperately desired.

He kneels and lays you down on the soft carpet. Then his hands run up your legs, raising your skirt to your hips.

“I’m guessing the dress stays on?” he asks.

“Obviously,” you reply. You tug at his lapel. “And so does the suit.”

He smiles and your lips meet once again. Your fingers slip past the thin lace of your panties and draw circles against your core, eager to make yourself wet and ready as quickly as possible. But Nanami grabs your wrist and peels your hand away.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he mutters. “That's my job.”

You whine in protest, which he smothers with a kiss. You feel his rough palm slide upwards your inner thigh, higher and higher, until his fingers press against your downy outer lips.

Not this again… you think to yourself as your husband rubs his fingers up and down your mons—massaging you with just enough pressure to tease your poor, untouched clit. A simple ‘yes’ and ‘please’ would not suffice for a gentleman like Nanami. You would have to beg, breathlessly, as your thighs shake and as your pussy aches, to convince him you want more than what he’s giving you.

“Just relax and feel me,” he whispers into your ear, as his light and teasing touches grow firmer and surer. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

So you relax your back on the carpet, your head resting against his thick forearm, kissing him as his fingers glide around and around your slick clit. Each gentle stroke of his fingers pulls you further into ecstasy; a pleasure rivaled only by the way his firm tongue rolls against yours, with the taste of whiskey in his saliva pouring down your throat. He tastes like heaven, you think to yourself. You wouldn’t mind if this sensation kills you.

Nanami drags his tongue along the side of your neck, raising goosebumps from your flesh. He makes his way across your torso, kissing you through the soft silk of your dress, from chest to belly, until he makes his way between your legs.

“Please, baby,” you whisper, your breath stock-still in anticipation.

You spread your legs wider, showing him your sopping wet pussy, veiled ever so delicately by the floral embroidery of your wedding panties. Nanami hooks his fingers against the silk lace and peels it down, down, across your thighs and calves. The look in his eyes swing from soft and reverent to sharp and ravenous as he wrestles between the desire to worship you and the hunger to consume you.

“So beautiful,” he sighs to himself, as if in a trance. “God, you’re so beautiful. My woman…”

Nanami takes a deep breath, as if to compose himself, and sinks down to kiss a path along the inside of your legs. Every single kiss feels deep, famished, venerating, as if you had been so generous to let him taste you this way. And so he wouldn’t waste your grace by leaving a single inch of your skin untouched or unkissed. You slide your fingers through his locks and grab him, pulling him closer towards your core.

He licks a stripe upwards your pussy and your mind dissolves into mist.

“Fuck,” you gasp as he rolls a firm and succulent tongue around and around your softest parts, tickling and soothing and warming up your core. “O-oh god, yes.”

Nanami groans as he tastes you, aroused by your sounds and the smooth texture of your slit against his tongue. He takes a brief moment to squeeze his cock for some relief before he plants his rough hands on your thighs to spread you wider. His lips close around your clit, kissing it, tugging it, sucking on it, then dragging a wide tongue to reset his rhythm and tease you again.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. “And so goddamn soft.”

Your pleasure plateaus and your pussy drips down his chin, sweet like nectar, thick and slithery like cream. You start moving your hips, rubbing your cunt against the hot and fleshy cushion of his tongue. Nanami slides in a finger and you nearly burst from the way he hooks it firmly against your g-spot, fingerfucking you to the razor-edge of pleasure.

But then he stops and pulls away. And the absence of his mouth is chilling. You plant your forearm against your eyes, trying to drag your spinning soul back into your body, trying to drag some air into your lungs. Nanami watches you as he jacks his cock back into fullness.

“Darling…” he murmurs, trying to nudge your arm from your eyes. “Look at me while I’m putting it in… Please?”

You meet his gaze and he leans down, framing your head between his forearms, his torso pressed flush against yours. He traces your cheeks with the rough and calloused pads of his fingertips, his eyes softened by sincerity, awe, devotion. You look beautiful—sprawled out underneath him, lips parted, eyes lidded, nipples peeking from above your neckline. I belong to her. I’m hers, he thinks to himself. And so he looks you in the eyes as he offers himself to you.

He lines his cock towards your entrance and sinks. Then he pushes, withdraws, pushes, withdraws, fucking you with gentle, shallow strokes, teasing you with the fat crown of his cock, waiting until you are ready to take more of him.

“How deep do you want me to go, darling?” he asks.

“This deep,” you whisper, pointing at the lipstick mark you left around the root of his cock. You grab his backside to pull him deeper, guiding him to your rhythm, “I want all of you.”

He lets you move his hips, to tease and stretch yourself on his cock, pulling him closer and closer until you’re suctioned together hip-to-hip. You both grunt in pleasure and relief. He’s so deep that you can feel him press against your womb, so thick that you can feel his veins against your walls. Nanami shifts and folds his arms around your body, pressing his forehead against the curve of your neck. You reach upwards and embrace him, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck to soothe him. You both take a moment to relish the way you are connected, body and soul.

“I’m yours,” you whisper to him.

“I’m yours, too…” he whispers, almost breathlessly. “Yours, always yours… Oh honey, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

He kisses your forehead and starts thrusting—long and languid and rhythmic, letting you feel every inch in every angle. Your bodies are pressed so closely together that you can feel the contours of his abs underneath his dress shirt. His breath is hot against your ear as he grunts and moans.

“God I love it when I fuck you slow,” he sighs, almost to himself. You can feel the bass of his voice vibrate in his chest. “I need you to feel me. Really feel me, darling.”

He angles his cock and drags his thick and heavy tip against every delicious spot until it’s pressed flush against your cervix. Again and again and again. And the pleasure is strong, rich, deep, sustained, like gliding a heavy bow against violin strings. It resonates throughout your body, tightening your stomach, hardening your nipples, curling your toes—stoking your desire to near desperate heights.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you whine.

You push him to the side and you roll your bodies over. Nanami holds you steady as you position yourself on top, careful not to slip his cock out from inside you. You brace the heel of your palms against his chest and start grinding.

“Sorry,” you pant as your pace gathers speed. “I was getting impatient.”

“No, sweetheart,” he laughs softly, looking up at you with glazed eyes, showing you the endless pool of desire beneath the catchlight. “You know you can do whatever you want to me.”

You take his hands and press them against your breasts, holding them steady as you fuck yourself senseless on his cock, grinding your clit against the soft hairs of his groin, rubbing his thick shaft against your walls. Nanami throws his head back, biting his lip. Grunting. Swearing. Trying his goddamn best not to explode from the way you’re working on him.

The sight of you on top of him is overwhelming. But then he looks away and sees your shadow on the wall. He sees the way your waist and hips gyrate in a desperate spiral. He sees the curves of your breasts, the arch of your back, the parting of your lips—his wife. His beautiful wife. Frantic, erotic, enraptured by desire.

Your rhythm falters from exhaustion and it snaps him from his trance.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he sighs, sitting up and holding you in his arms. “Let me… let me do all the work.”

Nanami rocks you from side to side as he folds his legs underneath him. Then he starts to move his hips, bouncing you on his lap as if you’re weightless. You cry out, wrapping your arms and legs around his body.

“What can I do to make you come, baby?” he pants. “Tell me…”

“I want… More… Just more,” you whimper. “Please, Kento, please…”

Nanami lays you back down the carpet. Then he hooks his hands under your knees and raises your legs towards your head, as high as your thighs would comfortably allow, curling your body skyward. The stretch of your muscles burn, but it’s a pain that dances along the edges of pleasure. With your ankles hooked over your husband’s shoulders, his thrusts have never felt so deep—with the force of gravity adding power to the downward swing of his hips. So much power that the slap of his skin against yours echo through the halls, leaving you more full than hollow from the speed of his thrusts.

“God, you feel too good. Oh, you’re too good for me, darling. So fucking good to me,” Nanami rambles. “Tell me you’re close… Tell me you’ll come for me… I need to feel you, please.”

You feel the rhythm of his hips. The heavy drag of his cock. The fierceness of his kiss. The warmth of his breath. The cold metal of his zipper. The silk of your dress. His hard forearms. His scent. His grunts. Your toes pointing and curling. Your nipples brushing against your neckline. Your clit rubbing against his groin. It’s excruciating. It’s divine. To cram all of this heavenly pain and pleasure on a single person.

You allow yourself to surrender to it all.

“Close… so close,” you whimper breathlessly, clawing at his sleeves. “Baby, I think… I think I’m gonna…”

One thrust, strong and sure, against your weakest, most pleasurable spot, was enough for your orgasm to seize your body like a lightning strike. Your stomach curls and you release a long, animalic grunt, your limbs convulsing from the throes of pleasure.

“There you go… attagirl,” he grunts, his hips picking up the pace, chasing his own pleasure. “Attagirl, keep going, keep going…”

He swoops down to capture your lips with his own, swirling his soft tongue against yours, drinking in your cries and your moans. Then he curses into your mouth and you feel a burst of warmth underneath your belly, flooding your chamber with his seed until it spills. Nanami grinds his hips against yours even tighter, plugging you with his length and girth, not willing to waste even a single drop. If the gods are kind, this lovemaking will bear you a child.

Your legs drop boneless down the carpet. While Nanami buries a damp forehead on the crook of your shoulder. And together, you fall into weighted silence, your minds adrift on the cloud-sea of euphoria. Your ears are still too full of each other’s heavy moans and desperate pleading. Your eyes are still too full of each other’s skin. Your minds, still too full of each other’s passion. You have nothing more to say to him at that moment, but Nanami has much more tenderness to express.

He grinds his hips against yours one last time and pulls himself out, slowly, gently, as if you would unravel if he moves without care. And in a way, you do feel less composed, less grounded, less corporeal, now that you are no longer tethered to his body.

He begins to undress you, to undress himself. Heat dances on your naked skin from the fireplace, painting shadows that sway along the contours of your body. Then he leans down to scoop you from the carpet and into his arms. You rest your head against his hard shoulder, breathing in the amber-honeyed spice of his scent, as he carries you into the indoor onsen.

He steps into the stone bath and your bodies sink into the searing waters, part by part, from feet to thighs to stomach, until you are fully submerged and cradled in his lap.

“Are you alright, honey?” he asks, wiping a lock of hair away from your brows. He kisses your temple as he waits for your answer.

“I’m great,” you groan, smiling. He feels your teeth against his neck. “Probably our best yet.”

Nanami smiles. He scoops up a handful of water and pours it down your shoulder, cleansing you, warming you. “You say that every time.”

“But it’s true!” you reply. “I think this is the one, I can definitely feel a baby forming in there.”

“Is that how it works? Can you really feel a baby get conceived?”

“Well, no, but like, sometimes, I think, if we’re gonna conceive a baby, it has to be from like, a sex full of love, you know? Like, good sex, but also love sex—lovemaking—wait it’s not like there’s no love whenever we fuck but like—this one is just—”

He squints at you, confused by your rambling. You pause and pout.

“Babe, you just dick-scrambled my brain, don't expect me to be coherent.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I understand what you mean. You just want our baby to be made with love. Lots of it.”

“Exactly!”

He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulder. It tickles, so you laugh, your body twisting away from him and towards him.

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” he mutters. “I guess we’ll have our work cut out for us once we fly to Malaysia.”

You wrap your arms around him. “You never explained why you’re so obsessed with that place.”

Nanami’s head jerks in incredulity.

“I wouldn’t call it an obsession,” he says, as if he never spammed you with Facebook videos and fun facts about Kuantan. You shoot him a look and he sighs. “I saw an advertisement on the train one night and it has been on my mind ever since.”

“Wow… that’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, you talked about going there like it had so much meaning. Like maybe your parents took you there as a kid.”

Nanami shakes his head, “It’s just a photo I saw on a horrible day. Maybe it didn’t even have to be Kuantan. Or Malaysia. Maybe any place that’s warm and cheap and tropical would have been enough. I just wanted an escape.”

Nanami hears the conversation continue in his head. An escape from what? you might ask. Life, he might say. That relentless grind for money. Of meaningless, thankless labor. The soul-crumpling loneliness of a single bed. A single bowl. A single set of chopsticks. An empty chair across his dining table.

Life before he met you.

“I don’t feel that way anymore,” he adds, smiling down at you. “I just want to see the place for myself.”

You smile and rest your head back down on his shoulder. Nanami closes his eyes and plants his cheek on the top of your head, his arms firm around your body. With gentle fingers, he traces your hair, the skin of your spine, soft and fine like sand, warm like the sun. The salt of your scent is invigorating. And your breath is a gentle breeze against his skin.

I’ve already escaped, is what he meant to tell you. Back from when you opened your arms to him and showed a place where he can run. And since then, he has made a home for his soul in the oasis of your heart. Safe and free and living at last.

thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! one of my goals was to write a nanami one shot, and it took a long while because i wanted to be good enough to write him. i hope i gave him justice in this fic !

originally posted on ao3

Hellooo, lowk imagine a jealous sukuna x reader fic where he bottles his true feelings for her. That leads to an argument which then leads to reader storming out and meeting w/ her friends to have them dress up as a guy and pretend their her new hook up or smth 😭😭

Debrief: Sukuna would rather die than talk about feelings but you do that thing (exist) that he likes and he cant help himself (crash out)

4868 words.

If someone asked Sukuna how he felt about you he’d say you were just best friends. He’d actually talk so much shit that it could be the fic itself.

But if you were to ask anyone else how they think he felt about you? The majority answer would be ‘down bad’ followed by ‘obsessed’ followed by ‘unhinged’.

Gojo mutters something about pussy whipped.

“And they were roommates” you finish off before placing the cherry red lollipop back in your mouth as you lift the opposite arm to touch the ceiling. Yes the ceiling someway somehow you had convinced the pink haired brute to carry you around on his shoulders something about wanting to know what it fealt like to be his height.

“You're such a nosy brat y’know?” He keeps walking around, switch in hand looking so tiny since his palms are so huge. He was playing the sims and just put one with pink hair and no tattoos in the pool and took the ladder out. You lean down with your pink dyed hair covering his view wobbling slightly but he's quick to steady you.

Before you can retaliate his brothers Choso and Yuji are walking into his apartment not phased at all by the scene except Yuki, chosos girlfriend who definitely is shocked.

You greet them all while Sukuna glares at them not wanting to hear anything not even see the knowing smirks on their face.

The second time they walk in on the two of you your head is in sukunas lap your body elongated on the couch as you scold him for being mean to some of his employees at the tattoo shop. Hes barely listening though your slender fingers tracing his tattoos especially the ones on his bare chest. 

These were the perks of best friend privileges, you could do absolutely anything you wanted to him and hed just let you. Hed glare at you with that look of annoyance and call you a brat but he did that when he was happy too so you brush it off as nothing more than his default. 

He would never admit it but he likes when you dote on hin like this, likes that youre bossy and commanding you never ask him to do anything you tell him. For someone half his size you surely do think you have alot of power of him(you do). He likes the way your body feels against him too because to you the Y in Your space was silent not that he minded your excuse being hes so huge and takes up so much space.

The curves on your body drove him wild especially when you placed himself in his lap, your plush ass sitting right on his dick and if he even looked down he’d have a perfect view of your breast that’s always on display in the low cut shirts you wore.

“Are you even listening?” Your voice pulls his attention as you give him a slight glare, hand wrapping around his bicep… well the part your hand could fit around.

“No” he smirks the clouded over look in his maroon eyes fading as he looks down at you watching you huff and slowly sit up. “Why should i” he challenges loving the way you never back down.

“Because im your bestie for the restie and im always right” you arrogantly scoff climbing into his lap smiling at the eye roll he gives you, the fourth one today by the way, as an arm wraps around your waist to steady you.

“Shut up ‘bestie for the restie’ yuck” he mocks in a high pitched voice always making fun of you for saying stuff like that. He hated it, it was so girly and childish and stupid and he absolutely did not want to be your bestie.

“You actually bullied me into the silly little friendship” he reminds you the day you pranced into his shop bragging about the great colorwork of tattoos you did on all skintones and he couldnt deny your talent. Nor your friendship apparently.

“A woman half your size bullied you? The great lord sukuna. The masochist. The most muscular man in all of japan got bullied by a girl who doesnt use the top shelf in her home because shes to short to reach it” you gasp rhetorically leaning closer and closer making him hang off every word as if you were talking about something else. Its so innocent yet seductive all at the same time.

“Maybe i let the little pup thinks she is for my own amusement” he teases back with a smirk knowing it would get under your skin. Provoking you to get you riled up was one of his favorite pastimes. 

“I will fuck you up” you snap with a vicious glare  angrily sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. His skin burns at the sight remembering the drunk night at the club a few weeks ago and the kiss you shared when you sunk your teeth into his lip. Oh you couldve asked him for his soul and he wouldve told you its already yours.  The next day though you just brushed it off before pestering him about it being so cold in the shop and demanding his hoodie.

“I would love to see you try” his smirk never leaving his face leaning closer to challenge you. Before your mouth can open in retaliation your phone chirps with 5 back to back text and your attention is gone from him.

“Oh its ‘toru” you smile… a bit to widely for his liking before getting lost in your phone.

“What the fuck is a Toru” he sneers unable to keep his jealousy at bay, because who in the actual fuck was toru and why were you smiling at your phone like that.

“Satoru Gojo” you shrug as if you hadnt just named a man that was so famous for gettin around he was known for sleeping with men and women and nobody batted an eye because they were just waiting on their chance.

“And you call him Toru?” He tries to stay calm digs his nails into his palms and digs his heels into the floor.

“Yes sukuna” you hiss not sure why he was asking such a redundant question. You hated being questioned this is actually where you and him were similar you were going to do what you wanted and when you didnt need anybody questioning you or being nosy. You had fucked up though nicknaming another man and reffering to him as just sukuna instead of kuna or even kirby that you called him from time to time.

“Get off me” he snaps and your head snaps up from the phone to his eyes that are actively avoiding you. Well who pissed in his onigiri? What was with the sudden change in attitude.

“Are you actually dumb enough to let that little fuckboy—“ he starts raging, not caring what words come out of his mouth until its to late and he sees the pure rage in your eyes.

“Dumb?!” You snap climbing off his lap and taking a step back from him. While you may seem soft and sweet like a cute little yapper there was a dark very vicious side to you that it seemed he could only trigger and once it was out it was like two fires colliding to see who could burn the most.

“When did you even have the time to meet this fucking idiot” he scowls hating Satoru and maybe he shouldve told you about their rivalry and that he actually knew the man but that would require good communication skills which is obviously something a man whos been crushing on you for nearly a year lacks.

“Maybe if you didnt spend so much time being a grumpy scowling asshole youd make friends too” you snap at him and he nearly has to bite his tongue he didnt give a fuck about friends when he had two annoying brothers, a pain in the ass Toji, Uraume and most importantly you.

“Who needs ‘em when i have you to pester me all fucking day” he snaps and he really didnt mean it so before he can say anything else he turns around to walk away only for you to keep going. You knew he never meant it when he said stuff like that it was part of your banter but this time you were furious and how dare he turn his back on you.

“And now you wont have to worry about me ever again” you snap shoving him on your way out making sure to slam the white door as hard as you could.

“Dont slam my fucking door” you hear his deep voice boom through the walls. So rightfully so you storm back to open it and slam it even harder. You hear “fucking brat” but refuse to not give him the satisfaction because realistically what the fuck was he going to do.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing at the shop so late?” Yuji ask making Choso, Yuki and Toji look at you along with Maki who cuts the tattoo gun off pausing on her client.

“You being here this late only means one thing: you got a shipment of new tattoo ink or you and your little pink haired boyfriend are arguing…” she smirks, turning the gun back on. “And unless the mail started delivering on sundays id say the later”

“Its not my fault hes such an ass… and hes not my boyfriend” you cross your arms sitting at your station tinkering with all of the trinkets on your desk until you spot a 2x4 cutout of you and Sukuna from a photobooth you found at the movie theatres. Yanking it from its place on the mirror you lay it picture side down ignoring the little scribbles on the back.

So frustrated you tell them about the argument as theatrically as possible expecting for them to be on your side because he was wrong… as usual whenever you two argued which isnt often until recently but when you only receive snickers and hidden looks it only pushes you further into frustration.

“What is so funny, Maki?” You scowl at her crossing your arms over your chest before Choso burst out laughing.

“You two are so stupidly obsessed with another its comical, just last week you were calling him a slut for a woman texting him about a tattoo” she  cackles taking her glasses off because her eyes were watering from laughing so hard.

“She sent him a nude that he kept looking at, which was gross by the way” you stick your nose in the hair and brush your hair off your shoulder.

“She was sending him a picture of her leg” Yuji intercepts being an actual witness to the picture and argument. 

“Yeah and you could see her underwear, very unprofessional if you ask me. I just think if you are a shop owner you should have a bit more professionalism and not allow stuff like that” you shrug licking your gloss covered lips.

“Sukuna… professional? Youre on a roll tonight doll” Toji laughs at you this time spraying his station down with cleaning spray signifying he was done for the day and throwing everything into a big drawer as the rest of your coworkers laugh at the comment.

“You guys are actually the worst and to think i was telling him he should be nicer to you guys” you pout looking at the picture turned flat on your desk.

“I'm going to just say what nobody else is saying— that moron fucking likes you. Its kinda cute the way hes been pinning over you for the last few months” Yuki blurts twirling her blonde hair around her finger from Chosos lap who hisses her name.

“Dont get involved ive been in the middle of their fights, not worth it” he tells her and Yuji just agrees. Maki nor Toji cared enough to get involved preffering to just be bystanders, sometimes the cousins even made bets on who would win.

A solid two weeks goes by before Yuki intervenes. Two weeks of glares, blatantly ignoring another and even bumping shoulder because truth be told you two couldnt go to long without touching another.

Yuki listened as you called him everything but a child of God including a slut, whore, whoremonger and 7 other curse words she wasnt even sure people with a degrading kink would enjoy being called as the two of you watch him tattoo a woman who had obviously been flirting with him the whole time. 

Yuki nearly looses it when its thursday— your day of the week to control the aux so of course everyone is expecting to hear megan the stallion which you don’t disappoint especially playing her newest album. But its when BAS plays that you and sukuna may eye contact before you look away going back to unpacking your ink not missing a single word.

“Im acting like i dont know him in public you treat him like a prize i treat him like hes disgusting” you rap a bit to loudly and the tension gets high in the parlor everyones eyes floating over to him but hes already glaring at you, you feel his glare but choose to ignore him so he does the only thing he knows he can.

“Turn this shit off” he snaps getting up walking over to the power source but is stopped when you finally speak.

“If its not your day on the aux you cant touch it— your rules” you remind him not even flinching or missing a beat he stops looking over at you the first time youve said something to him in weeks your pink curls in a half up half down with two strands framing your face his favorite hair style on you and its like you were doing it on purpose.

 “We aint together but we together i hope nobody dont catch us” you keep going a second later this time your eyes meeting his through the mirror and he almost looses his cool when truth be told when it concerned you didnt take much. All eyes are back on him to see what his next plan of action is knowing hes not going to let you get away with it.

“New rule Megan is banned on thursdays” he smirks watching the way everyone turns back to you bracing for the argument to break out. But thats what he wanted… he was a menace and you knew better. You just unlock your phone with a grin turning on a worse song.

Aint shit by Doja cat and you watch the way his ears burn red with anger as you sing along. He wanted to burn everything down. You couldn't play anything if there wasn't somewhere to play it. But this wasnt a game he wanted to play with you… he didnt even wanna argue with you. He just didnt want you to talk to that white haired freak.

So with a few more hours of listening to your “indirect” shit talking songs somehow all of you survived the end of the night with nobody dying Sukuna ended up leaving early to go meet with Uraume.

 So it’s no shock when you run into Uraume at the entrance of your apartment who sends you a kind smile.

“Hello” they speak politely, bowing at you slightly and sending Yuki a look. Yuki wasn't their favorite person and vice versa but they managed… somehow.

“How are you, it's been too long” you smile, hugging them squeezing in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable as you usually did it being your running joke since Uraume acted so professional all the time. Unaware of the way Yuki snaps a picture and posts it on insta making sure to tag you in it with a small red heart and heart eyes opting out of tagging Uraume for obvious reasons with no idea of the storm that was beginning to brew.

You sigh tilting your head as your black gently used paintbrush glides across the canvas. You weren't supposed to be thinking of him. Weren't supposed to let him live rent free in your mind you were here taking this class with your friends trying to be more in touch with your softer feminine side with a half up half down hair style a black bow tying your now maroon dyed body wave bundles together with a pink crop top and white mini skirt.

Trying to get over your feelings, you were passed the anger now just kinda sad this was the longest you had gone without talking to the bane of your existance.

Ryomen sukuna.

So why were you painting a throne on a pile of skulls and bones while the paint instructor had a field of assorted flowers and a beautiful sky. Before you can dwell on it your phone rings and you roll your eyes at the contact.

“What Choso” you spit into the phone and not that you hated him it's just that every time he called it was for something stupid… every time and this time was no different.

“Fine, im sending you my location now. Besides i don't think this soft girl era class is working anyway” you admit after hearing his request noticing Maki was painting a sword with a gun at the hilt and Nobara was painting a self portrait with a flower in her hair.

“And you want me to believe I’m supposed to just go look him in his eyes and say “No Ryo you're not like this” and he's going to stop destroying everything in his path?” You ask boredly twisting a burgundy colored curl around your finger leaning back in the car seat watching the dark haired man next to you run a hand over his tired baggy eyes. He winces, sending you a quick glance leaning further into his leather car seats. He originally told you he needed to have a talk about Yuki but once you got in the car and saw Yuji you knew it was about Sukuna.

“We have to try something… Y/n… I know it's been 2 months but he's getting worse. Hes not just picking fights anymore he's beating the shit out of people, he's destroying bars and clubs getting us banned and i've bailed him out so many times i'm actually nervous he's going to start putting a dent in my bank account” Choso exclaims pulling up to the bar and you can hear the commotion from the car. 

There's a part of you that enjoys knowing hes spiraling without you. The fact that hes now a complete crash out and is so horrendously down bad for you it nearly makes your heart flutter. But you push that sick flattery down looking at yourself in the side mirror before applying more of your nyx butter gloss on your plump lips.

“If you don't do it for him can you do it for me…please.”Yuji, sukunas younger brother asks, leaning forward from the back seat tall body squishing inbetween the seats of you and Choso. His puppy dog eyes and innocent demeanor are overwhelming… how could you say no. Sighing you look over at Choso with your most vicious glare lash extensions giving you a softer look though and made you look more like a vixen than a murderer. 

“You're lucky he's too young to be a witness or accessory in your murder” you threaten before swinging your door open and climbing out. The bar doors feel heavy as you push it open and you feel disgusted even being here. It was where criminals hung out, where people sold drugs beyond just weed and a place nobody called the cops no matter what happened. You were a lady and had no reason being here. 

But when you’re eyes land on him it’s like everything comes rushing back. How you met, where you met your first kiss first gift first fight and the last. 

Was it shitty to stop coming to the shop whenever you knew he’d be there? Sure but you knew you weren't strong enough to do it with him around. All it would take is his eyes going soft on you and you'd fold.

It’s like he senses your energy, of course he could. He could spot you in a dark room he paused so much attention to you that he knew you anywhere. His eyes light up for just a second. There's a split moment of happiness before the rage returns 10 fold and he destroys everything in his path to you.

“I dont need you following me or doing anything out of pity” he gives you a bored expression before turning back to his messes he created with a proud look.

Scoffing, you look over towards Choso eyes catching a glimpse of the bar and actually looking at it this time. Bar stools were broken and destroyed, the pool table in half and bodies everywhere. The bartender wasnt even behind the bar. He nearly burned it down destroyed… everything. Its like he tore the bar down in search of something  and began throwing a tantrum beating everyone senseless when he couldnt find it.

Turning completely away from sukuna you send a “are you serious look” toward his brother before stepping over the large body of a man, the heel of your shoe getting stuck for a second in the sticky blood. This was beyond your scope, absolutely nothing you could do. He was too far gone.

“Where are you going?” His voice hitting such a soft timbre makes you freeze along with Yuji but Choso has a knowing look. Like he knew all it took was for you two to see another again he no longer feels bad about tricking you saying he wanted to hangout just to get you here.

Sukuna instantly realizes how he sounds and scrambles to let out his rough demeanor.

“How dare you turn your back on me, woman” he seethes and you hated when he called you that it sounded so derogatory. But it reveals something to the other two in the room: all the rough words and acts of aggression was just him being hurt… who would've thought the great sukuna would be hurting and acting out like this all because he missed you. 

He felt abandoned.

Turning back to him you look him directly in his eyes watching the internal battle, you can't even help your eyes trail over all the new muscles and ink on his body… he was the one shirtless in here.

“Dude you're standing in a pile of bodies people you picked fights with. I don't want to bail you out anymore” Choso says, frustrated with his brother who just glares at him unimpressed.

“So leave me i told you i don't need your money just leave me” he gritts out running a hand through his hair. 

“And yuji?” His brother ask

“Yuji will be fine— people leave” sukuna speaks making sure to put emphasis on people leave while looking at you. He didn't get to do that, he didn't get to put you in this situation.

“We’re leaving” you say looking at the door but nobody moves, especially Sukuna who turns his head away from you and it’s like you could feel the heat of the room increasing.

“I said WE’RE leaving” and you pick up his motorcycle helmet and jacket shoving it into his chest and turning to walk out not leaving room for him to disagree. You smile when his heavy footsteps can be heard behind you and he makes sure to push the door open for you so you don't have to touch it.

As much of an ass as he is, he still makes sure to help you on his bike even offering his jacket so you don't freeze or have to worry about your skirt raising up as well as his helmet that still had the stupid Kuromi sticker you put on it months ago.

When he climbs on turning on the bike the engine roaring to life you hesitate wrapping your arms around his midsection which he scoffs at though you miss it over the load roar that has you clinging tighter onto him.

He smirks looking back at you before the two of you are flying down The streets of shibuya his frustration mild as all he can think of is your with the skirt on. He was too good of a driver to let you fall but he still had concern and fuck the way you’re legs looked and when did you dye your hair and—

He slows down pulling in to the garage of your building pulling into his usual parking spot that was spray painted with fire and skulls before cutting the engine. The walk to your apartment is silent. He doesn't know what to say and the last time he said something to you it was the wrong thing. He was starting to fume hating that you had this power over him, hating that he couldn’t just open his fucking mouth and talk swearing that in a past life he must’ve had several that wouldn’t stop moving so now he’s cursed with one that can’t move.

“Thanks for walking me to my door” you awkwardly say twirling the helmet in your hands before giving it back to him, a Kuromi sticker a stark contrast to the deep blood red. He licks his lips, feeling the way you look at him and suddenly feeling so small under your gaze.

“You should probably stop picking fights with people” you finally offer breaking the silence and hes instantly folds.

“I didn’t want to argue with you! I just think you can do better than that fucking cocky ass loser. I can’t believe you still went out with him” he rolls his eyes.

“I meant at bars” you tell him watching the way he gives you a blank stare to arrogant himself to acknowledge his own wrongs.

“And i didn’t go out with him” you add watching him scoff pulling out his phone and holding it up to you. The picture of you hugging Uraume only you can’t tell it’s them just you hugging a man with bright white hair screenshotted from Yuki's instagram.

“D’you think im a fucking idiot?!” He snaps, nearly crushing the phone in his hand which only causes you to laugh as you walk into your apartment kicking off your heels at the door. He follows only because he wants a explanation you were blatantly laughing in his face after being caught in a lie why the fuck was it so funny.

“Is that why your hair is red now? And you started wearing more makeup? And dressing more girly? And stopped coming to the shop as much” alright this was word vomit because what was he saying and what the fuck was he doing? He doesn't waste time with feelings such as these? Doesn’t care about insolent feelings like l—

“You’re an idiot if you don’t realize that’s your own fucking lap dog— its Uraume. They were outside and we were catching up i guess Yuki snapped the picture cause she thought it was cute” you giggle with a hand over your mouth watching as realization sets in.

“And my hair is maroon not red like the color of your eyes but obviously you hate it and my outfit and obviously you hate me because you went two months without talking to me and—“ your dramatically faint in his arms watching the way he smirks down at you when you peak an eye open missing the way it felt being so close to him and how quick his arms wrap around your midsection to stop you from falling.  In a split second your cheek is being cupped in his large palm and his lips are on yours. 

You aren’t expecting it arent expecting the softness of the action or his lips making your whole body freeze and eyes shut. 

Oh.

OH.

FUCK!

He couldn’t help himself honestly his brain moved faster than his body he hasn’t even processed what he did and now he has to find a new tattoo artist, explain to everyone why you won’t be working there any more find a new tiny woman to annoy him and a cliff to throw himself off of—

“I knew this lip gloss made my lips kissable” and he’s back looking down at you with a bewildered expression watching  the way you smile up at him still in his arms a slight dazed look to your eye and he swears he can see the little hearts in your pupils.

“I do hate you” he hisses with a smile pulling your lips back to his and this time you kiss back your hand reaching up to tug him closer making sure he knew exactly how you felt, letting your teeth graze his bottom lip pulling a small growl from him.

“Yeah. I like you too”

basketball star!gojo who likes to post you on his instagram story shooting hoops with him. if you're bad, it just makes for a cute story but if you're good, it leads to a one v one but satoru wins just barely. but just barely (he could have embarassed you but what's the fun in that?)

basketball star!gojo who shows off a lot during his games, making three after three, laughing as he does so to piss off his opponents. he always makes eye contact with you, who always sat at half court in the very front row. one time, he made a jump shot but didn't even look at the hoop, he knew it was drained. he winked at you as the ball sunk into the hoop, the crowd going wild and a bunch of cheers from the bench. but his eyes were on you.

basketball star!gojo who goes out to celebrate with his team after wins but he is texting you the entire time. you tell him to have fun and that you were going to be at the hotel all night. that was a big mistake because when you told him that, he told his team he needed to go because he wasn't feeling good. but he surely made you feel great that night.

basketball star!gojo who is surprised but blown out of his mind when he sees his number six painted cutely on the apple of your cheek. it was a small detail but he loved it so much. he kissed it multiple times after running to you once the game was done, leaving him with smeared blue face paint on his lips. you both laughed while you wiped it off, smudging it away on your jeans. you made sure to do it for playoff games since it was good luck.

basketball star!gojo who will sit in the living room to watch game film but if he spots you in the crowd, he'll pause it, grab you from whatever you're doing to show you with a bright smile. "baby look! i found you!" it was always that sentence with a low giggle, his cerulean eyes shimmering each time. it never failed to put a bright amile on your face because he was truly smitten with you.

basketball star!gojo who likes to pull you into his lap, post game adernaline making him twitchy and achy in his sweaty shorts. his teammates know not to go to the showers right after the game because they'll see you bent over the porcelain sink with satoru hitting it from behind, gripping your hair to make your back curve in a pornographic arch.

basketball star!gojo who makes you wear his jersey while he takes you from behind, watching gojo six jiggle each time his cock hits your g-spot, your walls sucking him in greedily. you can feel every vein, every goddamn ridge. drool dribbled from your lips and tears of pleasure bubbled in your eyes, your moans and mewls smushed by the pillow.

ᯓ★ CAM GIRL #2! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...a continuation of my loser!choso series

INFO...loser!choso x camgirl!reader, fucking yourself on camera, use of toys, masturbation, video call sex, squirting, praise, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, overstim, multiple orgasms, not proofread

WC...3.4k

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

read part 1 here

Another long and grueling day at work has choso rushing home once again to his laptop in hopes to find you streaming. Just thinking about it already had his dick throbbing against his khakis. Choso couldn’t get it out of his head, the last time he watched you, you invited him to a private chat. It’d be any mans dream to talk to you, especially alone. But, his nerves got the better of him and he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t know what to say, or do, how would the conversation even go?

Choso threw his bag down on the floor, sighing when he sat down on the couch, his laptop waiting for him on the coffee table. As he opened it, your streaming site was already up and lucky for him you were live. Excitement bubbled in his chest, one hand fumbling with his belt buckle while the other clicked on your stream. His dick was already leaking precum, swollen red tip pulsating as he slowly stroked himself.

He licked his lips, biting down on his bottom one, eyes scanning over the screen, volume all the way up. You were propped in your computer chair, legs spread open, slowly fucking yourself with a pink dildo. It seems like you just got started, even more perfect. He intently watched the way your pussy sucked the toy in, following your pace as he imagined, like all the times before, that it was him inside of you. “F-fuck,” he whispered. Just thinking about it made the blood rush straight to his dick.

His eyes perked up at the sound of your whimpers, a bright smile spreading across your face. Your free hand played with your tits, pulling at your perky nipples, twisting them between your fingers. “Mmph, feels so good,” you giggle, looking into the camera. “Shit,” you gasp, the head of the toy pressing up against your g-spot, dragging along your walls. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your movements starting to pick up in pace, fucking yourself harder and faster.

Choso knew he needed to grab your attention again. He knew you never read the chat, but you always responded to donations. He would know. With his card already linked, he was quick to send you a $50 donation. He waited patiently until it came through, his name popping up on screen.

“Choso, t-thank you—ah, fuck—for the $50. Still owe me a chat, sweetheart.” You smile at the camera and his heart drops, his cheeks burn, and he feels like he could cum on the spot. He’s immediately sends another donation with a response.

chosoxxx sent $50: after your stream, promise

“Y-you better hold to your—nngh—promise!” Your brows furrow in pleasure, the lewd squelches of your pussy coming through his laptop speakers. Your free reaches down to your neglected clit, rubbing it in circles. “Fuckkkk!” You cry out, toes curling when you purposefully slam into your sweet spot over and over.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby?” Choso mumbles under his breath. He knows you like the back of his hand. He can’t tell with the way your toes point and your, the way your eyes roll back and you can’t stop saying every curse word known to man, that you’re gonna cum. He clenches his jaw, fisting his cock at your pace, squeezing harder each time he reaches the tip. “Come on, baby. I know you’re right there,” he’s pants heavily.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, your sloppy cunt dripping all over your new chair, and you feel that familiar pressure in your low abdomen. “Oh my god!” You toss your head back, putting more pressure on your throbbing clit. “Yes, yes, yes!” You mewl, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. “F-fuck, fuck!” Your legs began to quiver, low eyes watching how to the dildo disappears in and out of you with each thrust. Within seconds, clear liquid spurts from your pussy in waves, gushing all over your thighs, dripping onto the floor. “Nnngh! Yessss! Ah!” You scream, eyes screwed shut as your entire body shakes.

“Good girl, just what I needed—fuck!” He grunts, thick globs of cum flow from his swollen tip. Choso hears the chimes of donations pouring through, the chat going a million miles per hour as they beg you to squirt again, to keep fucking yourself.

A lazy spreads across your lips and you slide the dildo out of your cunt. “I’m sorry, but it’s gonna be a short stream today.” You pout. “But thank you for joining me and thank you for the donations. I hope you all had fun like I did!” You blow a kiss to the camera and smile before ending the stream. Choso sits there with his dick still in his hand and the thought falls upon him. He promised to message you. You want him to message you.

He can’t stop replaying it in his head. The way you said his name, the way you said he owed you a chat. Without thinking, he clicks on your profile, staring at the message button for a few seconds, his finger hovering over the mouse. He clicks on it. The blank messaging screen pops up and he can see you were last live two minutes ago. His eyes narrow, looking down at his keyboard before typing a simple hi and sending it.

Now, he waits. Seconds start to feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. He just stares at the screen waiting for a speech bubble to pop up with a response to his message. And as if the gods have heard his prayers, you write him back. His smile spreads ear to ear.

lovelyyn: hi choso! You kept your promise

chosoxxx: told you I would

lovelyyn: good, I couldn’t wait to talk to you. Thank you for all the donations from my last stream and the ones from today. As a special offer…would you live to do a private video chat?

His eyes widen upon reading your question. Is he dreaming right now? Talking to you one on one? Just to see you and hear your voice—his cock is already hard again.

chosoxxx: I would love to

Your profile picture displayed on his screen, his breathing ragged as he answered the call. His mouth felt dry, throat closed, all while profusely sweating. “Hiii, Choso!” You cutely giggled, waving at the camera. You were no longer in your streaming room and you had already changed your clothes.

“H-hi,” he awkwardly chuckled, waving back. “It’s nice to finally talk with you.”

“Likewise.” You placed your head in your hand, leaning against it. “You’re a lot different from what I expected. In a good way.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” he awkwardly laughed.

“I’m saying you’re cute,” you blurted out, chewing on your bottom lip. Choso couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t know if you were just trying to butter him up or actually telling the truth. Either way, he was living for it. It made his dick jump whenever you smiled or stared at him through the camera. “You have a really nice voice too,” you added.

“Yeah?” He questioned, adjusting in his seat.

“Mhm.” You nodded. You weren’t sure if he could tell, but in the back of your mind you were thinking about him, and you’ve been thinking about him since he donated tons of money. Of course you thought about all the nasty things, wanting him to fuck you, use you, maybe even stream it so people can really watch you lose your mind and see how much of a whore you really are.

Your hand creeped down to your silk panties, slipping your fingers under them, sneakily rubbing your clit while you listened to him talk, watching the way his mouth moved, wondering what it would feel like on your pussy. Poor Choso was obviously lost to the situation, stumbling over his words, nerves bundled within him. “Choso, do you watch my streams often?” You outright asked.

He looked like a deer in headlight, eyes wide, avoiding your gaze. “Um, I don’t…I mean I do, but not—” Your sweet giggles filled his ears and he looked at you, letting out an airy, awkward chuckle.

“You watch me all the time, don’t you?” Just the thought of it made your cunt grow wetter, your fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. “It’s okay, you can say it. I like knowing you’re watching me,” you whimper. It was getting hard to hold back your moans.

“I do…I do,” he barely says above a whisper. You adjust your computer on the bed, pushing it farther back, showing Choso exactly what you were doing. It felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs, he couldn’t look away from you, or your pretty pussy that you were so greedily rubbing. Did he make you do that? His cock throbbed, twitching just from watching you touch yourself. “What…what are you doing?” He stupidly asked, mentally cursing at himself.

A blissful sigh escapes your lips, kicking your panties off to fully expose yourself to him. “Touch yourself with me,” you sinfully say, staring right at him. Choso gulps, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, a low grunt leaving his throat. “I wanna see. Show me,” you say in a pleading tone. Choso moves his laptop onto the coffee table, getting the perfect view of him manspreading on the couch, his thick, veiny dick throbbing in his hand. His shirt is somewhere discarded on his living room floor, the sweat from his abs reflecting off of the light.

And you like what you see, smiling like a kid in a candy store because you can’t believe a guy like him watches you all the time, spends his money on you. How doesn’t he have a girlfriend? Or does he? “H-hey, Choso, you’re single, right?” You brows furrow, biting the inside of cheek while you still toy with your clit.

“Never—nngh—had a…girlfriend,” he breathed heavily, jaw going slack when he twists his wrist in circular motions. Upon hearing his words, you couldn’t be more delighted. He such a loser, but he’s a hot one with a big dick. Lucky you. “You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he whimpers, low eyes locked onto your dripping cunt. “Put two fingers in for me.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, spreading your legs further as you slowly dip two fingers into your aching cunt, imagining it was him filling you up and stretching you out. He watches your head fall back when you piston your finger in and out, hitting deep in the back of your pussy with each thrust. “Can you hear how needy I am, Cho?” You mewl, batting your pretty eyelashes at him.

The nickname you suddenly call him goes straight to his dick. He pumps his cock at your pace, and he can’t help but think of the many times he’s thought about this exact moment. One on one with you, no one else to interfere. “Yeah, give her what she wants, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Mmph, fuck! I want you…want you inside me,” you moan, your face twisting in pleasure, going harder and faster. Your hand reaches up to your chest, squeezing your breast, twisting your hard nipple between your fingers. “Your cock looks so good.” A lazy smile spread across your lips, licking them when you think about him fucking your face, making a sloppy mess of you. “Oh my god!”

Choso selfishly wraps two hands around his cock, pumping fast, smearing his precum along his length, pretending it’s your juices that he’s fucking himself with. “You want me? Oh, I want you too, pretty girl. F-fuck—been wanting you for so…fucking…long,” his voice breaks with each word, cracking from pleasure. His hips buck up into his hands, eyes rolling back. “Come on, baby, I need to see you squirt. Please, please, please,” he begs.

You can feel the pressure build up in abdomen, your pussy tightening around your fingers as you grow closer and closer to squirting. Your toes point, legs shaking when you feel the overwhelming amount of pleasure consume your body. “You like watching me squirt, huh?” Your sultry tone and expression sends a chill down his spine.

“You make a mess just gets me so…fucking hard.” He sucks in a breath, his hips squirming. “I know you’re close, pretty girl, I know…ah, yes—fuck—I know,” he whimpers, trying his hardest not to cum just yet. And as if on cue, your pussy is gushing all over your fingers and your bed sheets. “Yes, yes, let it all out. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry, your fist clenching into a ball, grabbing onto the sheets below you. “Oh my god!” You scream, your entire body quivers with what feels like every last bit of you. You lift your head just in time to watch Choso cum, thick white ropes shooting from his swollen tip. His abs tense up, hips jolting with every drag of his hands.

“Y-yes, yes,” his voice wavers, eyes closed shut as he basks in the bliss of his orgasm. “I can’t…I can’t stop,” he whimpers. “Shit, I just need to keep cumming for you, baby.” His breathing is ragged. And despite how sensitive he is, his dick is still pulsating, and his balls are still heavy with cum. “Need to fuck that pussy so badly,” he whines, staring at the camera with low eyes.

Quickly, you grab your dildo from your nightstand drawer, pushing the silicone head past your soaked folds. It slips in with ease and it makes you feel so much more fuller, the stretch making you wince, but you don’t mind. You’re too busy thinking about cumming, too busy wondering what he’d feel like inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You’re fucking yourself deep, hitting that sweet spot that makes you drool and turns you stupid. “Ah, fuck!” You screw your shut. “Feels so fucking good!” You’ve never been so turned on before watching someone else cum, especially cumming to you.

The squelching of your pussy is like music to his ears and he’s so fixated on the way your pretty pussy takes the dildo. “You take it so good. Mhm, yeah,” he nods. “You like watching it slide in and out of that pussy, don’t you?” A smirk curves at the corner of his lips. “I do too,” he whispers. “Go faster for me, baby,” he orders.

You listen, both hands grabbing the base of your toy and pushing it into your poor pussy harder and faster. “Oh, I’m gonna cum again, gonna cum…fuck, Cho! Baby! Nnghh ahhh!” Your eyes widen when clear liquid spurts from your pussy, pushing the dildo out. You reach for your clit, rubbing it harshly as more of your juices cascade down your puffy lips. You slap your pussy a few times, giggling at the mess.

“Look at that,” he sobs, fisting his cock. “Keep going, keep going.” His jaw clenches. “Ride it, fucking ride it,” he huffs. Adjusting the camera angle once more, you turn over, your back facing him, your ass taking up most of the camera as glide the dildo up and down your pussy, nudging your clit. “God, you’re a fucking tease,” he groans.

Your pussy glistens with your juices, just what Choso liked to see. Lifting your hips, you sink down onto the toy slowly, your pussy wrapping around the dildo and Choso lets out a guttural groan at the sight before him. You steady yourself on the palm of your hands, your ass jiggling with each bounce. “Look at me while you ride it, wanna see your pretty face.” His words were so keen yet desperate, and when you looked over your shoulder with that smile, Choso almost came on the spot.

“It’s so deep,” you mewl. Your back arches when you feel the tip kiss your cervix, a pleasured cry comes from you, tears forming in your eyes.

“There you go, baby,” he grins. He squeezes the tip of his cock and runs his thumb over it, shuddering at the effect. “F-fuck…there you go.” He trembles. “Don’t stop…don’t stop. Keep going for me, baby. Be a good girl and keep going,” he whispers, his whiny voice cracking. “Shit, shit, shit.” He slowed his movements down, bringing him right to the edge of his orgasm. He gasped for air, feeling lightheaded.

You watch him barely hold back his urge, finding it so hot how horny and needy he was—just like you. “Gonna cum, Cho? Mmm, I want it inside of me so bad, want watch it drip out of my pussy.” Your sinful words make Choso squirm, and he can’t help but fuck his fist faster once again.

“No, no, baby, don’t say stuff like that to me—ah, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cries, tossing his head back in ecstasy, a low groan escaping his throat. The image is glued into his brain and now he can’t stop thinking about it. “Oohhh, goddamn!” He lifts his head, breathing heavily between his moans. His eyes narrow in on your pussy, watching it glide up and down your toy. “Smack that ass for me,” he orders. “Yeah, yeah, just like that.” You swat your ass hard, the sound echoing off your walls and through his laptop speakers. “God, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.”

“Cum with me, Cho—I’m close. Oh my god!” You grip onto the sheets below you. “Baby,” you huff, “baby…fuck…yes, yes!” You squeal, lifting your hips as streams of clear liquid shoot from your pussy, soaking your bed. Your entire body shakes, falling forward onto your pillows with a soft thump. You stingily stick two of your fingers back in your cunt, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

Choso’s breath quivers as he grows seconds from cumming, his fist pumping fast and hard and he’s making suck a sticky mess. “A-ahh, f-fuckkkk,” his hips are jumping and thick globs of cum spurt everywhere, landing on his chest, stomach, and hands. “Yes, oh my god, yes,” he breathes, still pumping his cock.

Both of you are breathing frantically, panting, trying to catch your breath. You manage to gather your strength and face the camera, a lazy smile on your face and a fucked out look in your eyes. Choso chuckles, tossing his head back, dick still twitching. “Well, that was fun,” you laugh. “And messy,” you added.

“Fuck me, that was too good. I’m still shaking.” He shakes his head in disbelief, wiping the sweat off of his head with the back of his hand.

“Me too! My legs are so weak,” you reply, taking a deep breath. “I enjoyed our private chat. I think it was worth it.” You bite your lip.

“I agree. Thank you for that. God, no one would believe me if I told them,” he laughs.

“No, thank you. I was more pent up than I thought…You said you don’t have a girlfriend, right?” You raised a brow, fiddling with your fingers.

“No, why?” Choso asks out of curiosity, smirking at you.

“Where do you live?” You kept bombarding him with questions like you were some type of investigator. Though, you were actually interested in him.

“Um, Sendai,” he answers.

“Perfect. Take me on a date. I’ll text my number to you,” you hurriedly say with a smile.

“Wait, what? Hold on—”

“If it isn’t obvious, I like you, Choso. Is there a problem with that?” You ask in a playful tone.

“No,” his voice trails off, “no, not at all.” He shakes his head. “I just never—”

“Had a girlfriend or been on a date? I don’t care. You’re cute and awkward—which is also cute—but I like you. You seem like a sweetheart and you can make me cum so that’s a plus.” The way you were speaking to him so casually had him shocked, but then he remembers just mere minutes ago both of you were having sex on video chat together. But horny Choso and normal Choso are two different sides of him. “So, like I said, I’ll text you my number and we can continue talk and go on a date. Got it?”

“Yeah,” he nods his head obediently, “I got it.” He’s at a loss for words.

“Good,” you say cheerfully. “Byeee, Choso! Text me!” You wave at the camera, laughing and giggling and his heart flutters when you blow him a kiss. The video chat ends and he sits there stunned. His dick is still out, his cum painted all over his torso and he can’t comprehend what just happened. He sees you text your number in chat and just stares and stares.

“Holy fucking shit.”

a/n: I fear this is long overdue and I am soooo sorry lmaooo but I hope it was worth the wait bc if not I’ll cry myself to sleep

taglist (comment to be added):

@valleydoli @zxnxy @screechingbasementprincess @lexluthorbutnotbald @lynxslokley @briyah0 @levisjinchuriki @maiiluvs @levizonlywife @xllizs

▸ ▸ the longer you keep it up, the harder you’re getting fucked :p - gojo satoru

synopsis: you make a bet, but your boyfriend is the one that needs to fulfill it. catch is, if he succeeds then you'll get half a grand, but if he can manage till his birthday, then you'll get even more. and before he settles on the bet, Satoru warns you with one promise he knows he will fulfill. because the longer the bet goes on, the harder you'll be getting fucked when he succeeds.

content: 11k words (what in the world). afab!/fem!reader, she/her pronouns. minors do not interact. half of gojo's pov mixed with yours, reader calls him baby girl, explicit smut — fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting, unprotected sex but only because reader allows and satoru asks for permission, pet names (sweets, princess, babe), explicit language. Satoru gets morning wood and an erection during his meeting. Megumi and Tsumiki almost catch him in the kitchen, Satoru imagines reader in a dress, mentions of masturbation, satoru has a private album of photos/videos, soft!dom satoru, he cums multiple times — inside and on readers breasts.

happy birthday to my lover boy!!!! 🎉 (i posted this on his actual bday, but it got booted from the tags.... )

Satoru felt his vein pop. 

He should’ve known by the way you approached him, called out his name with an unusually cuter ring to his name — the one that left him usually helpless in your palm — to hear it, he’ll sacrifice the world. He should’ve known something was up your sleeves, when you pulled at the bottom of his shirt, playing with the hem as you looked up through your lashes.

Normally, he’ll never reject your advances nor your desires, especially when you were being this cute, but for this? 

Sometimes he needs to put his foot down — because you must be out of your mind.

How cruel of you to even ask him. Were the eight years of not being able to fuck each other not enough for you, that you just dared to ask him? 

“Absolutely not.” his voice was curt, short of the usual chime whenever he responded to you.

“Why? It’ll make it that much more exciting when December comes around, ‘Toru.” you hugged him tighter, looking up at him in hopes that it’ll get him to give in — it always worked. 

He had too, especially when almost half a grand was on the line. 

“It’ll perfectly align you know? since it’ll be your birthday then, as well…” you seduced while riding on your toes to have him look at you. 

“Do you want me to die?” Satoru cupped your face as he looked straight into your eyes, his large palms pushing your cheeks together, “and we’ve tried it, and guess what happened then?” 

“Well no…” your voice muffled through pouted lips, “b-but it’ll be different now! You’re older!” your grip loosened around his shirt, disappointed that he wouldn’t give in.

“If you know, then absolutely not,” he scoffed while letting go of your cheeks, his hands immediately finding your waists, pulling you closer to him, utterly offended you would even dare to pull back from him.

“and no it’s not. I failed then, I’ll fail again now. I’ll probably fail even worse than last time.”

“It’ll be so quick, the month will honestly fly by!” you quickly retorted, leaning your body onto his. 

“So you’re a liar now,” he crooked a brow, looking down at you with his jaws clenched from trying to stand his ground. Knowing he didn’t have the guts to really tell you no, especially when you looked so determined to succeed over something that had no means of any health benefits but potentially drive one insane — the experimental group? him — eight years prior when he tried the challenge.

conclusion: no nut november was unapplicable to one named Gojo Satoru.

Groaning into the crook of your neck, his breath gently ticking your skin, “I wanna be inside you all the time.” your boyfriend tended to always such perverse and ludicrous words with ease.

“D-don’t you think you’ll be so proud of yourself? We can do pilates or meditate together instead —” your voice stuttered from the sudden mesh of his lips on your skin and the gentle breeze of his breath coating your neck. 

Annoyed that you were continuing with this, Satoru lightly nibbled on your skin, smirking when he felt you jolt in his arms, “I’m perfectly content with who I am now, princess. How much more perfect can I get?” he peppered kisses up your jaws and softly kissed the edge of your lips. 

“... we can meditate together, become one soul and mind, through the art of sex. It’s good for you. You know like my cock inside you? How harmonic, how wonderful, how … much more rewarding can that get? Maybe we can finally try some new positions? Like those Kamasutra positions, Suguru sent me. He said that shit works. ”

“But ‘Toru —” you whined, the once animated chirp of your voice dissipated to nothing but disappointment and sadness at your boyfriend’s refusal to comply.

“Why are you pressing this so much?” Satoru furrowed his brows, absolutely confused as to why you would willingly be abstinent for not just one day, nor even a week, but for a goddamn month and a couple of days on top of it? 

“B-because…” you lightly bit onto your lips, hesitant to spill the truth. 

— flashback to a week prior.

“Say… have you and Satoru ever tried… you know… being abstinent for a bit?” she asked while twirling her straw around the rim of her glass cup. 

“Well,” sighing while resting your cheek on the palm of your hand, your body leaning onto the coffee table, “we did try once in college,” humming with a light gleam to your voice, “but he failed within that week.”

“I see…”

“What’s up?” You kindly smiled, questioning her motive of asking, “are you and Suguru okay?”

“Yea, we’re fine! A little too good, I would say,” she laughed, a light glimmer of her eyes sparkling just where the sun radiating above you both, shining down warmth to excite you for the words she was just about to say, “just wanted to fuck with him, a bit you know?”

“How so?” intrigued with her sudden confession, biting your lips in thoughts of maybe – just maybe – you felt the same. 

“November is falling soon, wanted to do the classic no nut challenge,” she shrugged before crossing her arms with her elbows resting on the table, “ wanted to see how far he could last…” rolling her eyes with a sigh, “he’s always so… so full of leisure. always teasing me when I know his nuts are about to bust.”

Giggling in response, “Well, if this makes you feel better, I have to get Satoru off me, or else he’ll cry.” Shaking your head, “you know, for being so similar to one another, they are weirdly so different.”

“Hey… do wanna make a bet?” her eyes gleamed, and her face contorted in excitement as she anticipatingly nibbled her lips.

“A bet?” 

——

“... I made a bet,” you mumbled while playing with your toes, you couldn’t help but wince at the scoff your boyfriend gave you.

“A bet? Like money? Didn’t know you had a gambling addiction.”

“Satoru, I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” clicking his tongue against his teeth while running his hand over this hair, “So you’re telling me you made a bet… and that has to do with Suguru and his girl because…?

“Well… it was to see who would last the longest,” nervously pursing your lips as you watched his vexed expression.

“...Are you serious?” your boyfriend deadpanned.

“Mhm…” you nodded, “very serious.”

“How much?”

“Five…”

“Five dollars, youre joking —” 

“Five hundred for the winner and an extra two hundred if you can last till your birthday…”

“And why is there an extra incentive for me?”

“Because… she didn’t think you’d be able to survive even a week, nor did Suguru when she texted him. Both thought it would be an easy win.”

"that dickhead," deeply sighing with his eyes firmly closed, “did you at least bet that I’ll win?” His fingers wrapped behind your back as he tiredly looked back at you.

“Of course!” you smiled, giggling while snaking your arms around his neck, “I know my boyfriend will win.” 

“you're lucky that you're cute,” Satoru crinkled his nose with a smile, “but, do you genuinely want to do this?”

“Mhm, Imma treat my baby girl out,” reciprocating the crinkle while lightly pinching his cheeks, giving him the softest smile as he slowly loses his resolve. 

“your baby girl, you say?” Satoru raised a brow while running his fingers against the plush of your lips.

“My own and only,” giggling while lightly prancing on your toes. 

Slowly releasing a deep breath before clicking his tongue against his teeth, Satoru accepted your proposal. “Don’t get mad at me when I push you off for being needy,” your boyfriend smirked while pinching your cheeks, “and no more special good morning wake-up calls, even if you beg, I won't give it to —"

Heat immediately radiating to your face, your heart thumping increasingly at the remembrance of Satoru’s cheeky morning relief — in between your thighs, lips kissing your inner skin as he trekked his way to your cunt that looked just so pretty for him.

“I’m the one that always pushes you off, stupid…” you softly murmured, “but yes! I just want us to succeed at least once, and plus… don’t you want to beat Suguru?”

“He’s the least of my worries, princess. Because I’m going to make you regret ever making this bet,” he softly threatened, his smile masked with a hint of depravity in his voice.

“Because the longer I hold on,” giving you a wink as he pushed you towards his room, “the harder you’re getting fucked when I win, angel.”

“W-why are we going to —” your lips were pressed upon his, your voice melting into the dichotomy of urgency but also ease as you drowned in his touch, “ ‘Toru!” moaning his name, chest huffing as you clung onto with your fingers raking his hair as your bodies dropped to the bed, “we s-still have to run errands.”

“Fuck those,” Satoru groaned into your neck, caving his face into the crevice as he pulled down his sweats, the bulge of his cock nodding in his briefs. Kneeling on the edge of his bed, his fingers fastidiously pulled your shorts off, throwing them onto the floor, urgently pulling your cute panties off to the side. Exposing your hardened bud as he placed a tender kiss on your clit, now wet with your juice,

“Your silly bet doesn’t start till tomorrow, so open up, gonna make full use of what’s mine.”

— Day one.

The morning felt oddly nice, a little too nice when the mornings were usually cold and dull. The winter breeze was just right as the leaves swayed by its lead, and Satoru was sleeping soundly following the rhythm of the wind gently blowing outside, with his limbs intertwined with his lover. Without a worry, as he slept with his breath steady, and chest rising and falling in a calm motion, from outside looking in, the view would've simply been a couple soundly sleeping during the early mornings. 

But underneath the sheets as both slept peacefully was his cock rudely poking at your inner thigh, his length pressing deeper in as he shifted in his slumber, lips murmuring what he was dreaming. 

Usually, it would be routine. Satoru would wake up first, reach over to bring you close as he wrapped his arms around your body, and then he’d take some time to admire you while you peacefully slept in his arms. Ten minutes thereafter, is when the suffocating discomfort of his dick became too unbearable, and the throbbing of his cock would prod him to anticipatingly lick his lips while making his way down the sheets. With his lips pecking small kisses down your body while his hands gently massage your curves, he’ll quickly station himself in between your legs, softly pushing your cotton panties to the side with his index finger. 

Hearing you shuffle and innocently moan out in your sleep, he’ll tenderly comfort you with a slight gruff to his morning voice, “shh baby, just sleep… it’ll feel good.” With his vacant finger spreading out your folds, the sticky sounds of your cunt slowly became more viscous the more he played with your pretty clit, the bud hardening with each stroke of his finger in and out of your pulsing hole.

His goal wasn’t to wake you, but for him to taste you just enough so that you’ll wake up in bliss, totally unaware of your boyfriend’s servicing actions. And just before he’ll dive more aggressively to taste your cunt, Satoru always placed a sweet kiss at the base of your pussy before caging your thighs around his arms, softly blowing on your exposed womanhood as he felt you stir in sleep. His voice was soothing as he eagerly licked his lips with a smirk, he cooed, “no need for preworkout if I can eat this every morning.”

But today, despite the morning feeling too nice, Satoru woke up frustrated to the core. He did his usual cuddling session with you in his arms — guess that made him feel better seeing you twitch your nose and softly snore. Cute he thought, would be nice if he could eat — 

Instead of anticipation, his cock painfully ached and his mood turned sour the moment he felt the usual nodding of his dick to have some action. 

Usually, he was excited to start the day. Not because he was enthusiastic to go to work, slave his life away to his family corporation, attend those god-awful meetings, and sign the mountains of files that his secretary ordered to finish. 

No, he woke up solely with the intent of eating you out — end of story, final discussion. If sleeping was the only avenue for him to enjoy having a taste of your morning cunt, he’ll go through mountains and sign those papers if he had to — hell, he’ll even stay overtime if he was guaranteed.

But, he couldn’t. At least for a month, he wouldn’t be able to. 

Sex the day before was good — too good. With a balance of carnal urgency as he bullied your abused cunt with his aching length, meshing with some time to wind down in pillow talk or while he sovereigns every ounce of your body with his lips, only to repeat the cycle of fucking like rabbits with the sheets damp and body sore from prolonged sexual intercourse. sex was still so fucking good. 

But today? Yea...

“Fuckkk,” Satoru groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow with his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips mindlessly moving upward in a pensive desire to fuck you. 

“ ‘Toru?” your voice softly croaked, totally unaware of the frustration your little bet caused him, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” he immediately swallowed you with his arms, his lips pressing delicate kisses on your naked shoulders but keeping a mental note to not have his dick too close to your ass — that was dangerous territory.

“Are you leaving soon? Stay a little longer, I’m cold,” your voice was slurred, while your consciousness slowly slipped into another stage of sleep.

“I can’t sweets,” Satoru grumbled, his hands mounding your innocent breasts, “not when I’m like this,” his breath tickled the edge of your lobes, just fanning against your jaw while the control of his hips was no longer in his jurisdiction but of a mind of their own as he dry fucked your ass, “fuck baby… Are you sure you wanna do this? 

“You p-promised, ‘Toru…” you responded with your back snuggled close to his bare chest, the heat of his body making you feel safe despite the raging thoughts that were blaring in your boyfriend’s mind. 

Getting out of bed was hard, but getting himself to work out despite his cock stubbornly staying tortuously erect was even harder. The moment he pulled himself out of the sheets, he knew today’s workout wouldn’t be of his fancy as he drank his preworkout making his way down to his basement gym. 

And yes, sure as hell, today’s morning workout was a bust. 

— Day two. 

“They say starting is always the hardest, ‘Toru,” your voice, innocent yet ignorant of the turmoil he was going through, was soothing as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face plastered on your breasts as he contemplated the existence of his life, “why don’t you join me for some pilates? A lot of couples come together!” 

No, it’s not. And whoever came up with such a quote was a complete fuck, because Satoru could rebuttal it to his grave.

First, starting wasn't always the hardest. Getting over your nerves, or mustering up the courage to start wasn't difficult. Maybe it’ll apply to life circumstances like applying for that dream job or starting out a new hobby. But for Satoru, once you’re hooked, absolutely addicted to something, that’s when it’s the hardest. 

Because like a dog conditioned to expect food after a stimulus, the same applies to sex. If he sees you blatantly walking around in those shorts that he just loved to watch you prance around the house in, he'll easily break. Where your cheeks just lightly land outside the rim of the fabric – it was adorable when you reached up the cupboard, exposing a hint of your belly and your ass jiggling when you jumped on your tippy toes. Like a starved animal, his cock would answer with its length pooled with blood, his stomach knotting in flames while his azul eyes dilated at the sight of you.

It was so easy — you made it so easy. Pushing you onto the countertop, getting you when least expected as he smashed his lips with yours while muffling your little yelp — your call of surprise but his invitation for more — was so, so easy. It was exciting, thrilling, utterly fulfilling his primal desires to just swallow you entirely as you clung onto him while crying out his name, your nails scratching against his back while his cock pistoled itself into you, nestling deep inside as he pumped out his seeds, shooting straight to your womb. 

It was glorious, so divine when he felt his cum leak outside you. The warm clumps of his ejaculation thudded against the kitchen floor while he huffed out deep breaths with his head resting on your shoulder. It sent shivers down his back when you embraced him in his arms. And when he was lucky, you’ll look at him with desperate eyes, pulling more out from him as you whisper in his ears, a voice that almost strips all air from his burning lungs as you palm his length and swirl your thumb over his leaking head,

“I think you’ve got a little more in you, right ‘Toru?” 

But instead, currently, with his head leaning against the shower wall, Satoru stood under the cold shower trying to cool off his cock. It’s almost laughable how his dick nods up and down as if it mocked his misery.

“You think it’s funny bastard,” Satoru groaned, voice spiteful that even his own body seemed to have betrayed him. 

— Day three.

Kissing shouldn’t hurt. Right?

He was at least allowed to do that, right?

Maybe not when the kids were around. But an innocent kiss to show just how much he loved you, should be good, right?

Or so, that’s what Satoru’s sex-deprived head concluded when he saw you cleaning the dishes, softly humming an unrecognizable tune.

“I was going to do this, baby…” he lowly groaned into your skin while his hands snaked up your shirt, fingers immediately going to unclasp your bra while his lips trailed up your neck, his hand placed around it for eventual better access to your lips. 

Oh how he wished to press you down onto the counter, push your cute little skirt up your waists while he measured the length of his cock to see how far he could fit himself inside you before ramming himself in — how admirable would it be to hear the synchronized moans coming out from you both simultaneously.  

But he couldn’t. Even if he didn’t agree to this stupid bet, he wouldn’t — no, you wouldn’t allow it, not even dare let him touch you when the kids were around.

Huh? But to his surprise, he could feel you reciprocating back by pushing your ass onto his cock. Soaking in every touch and affection he gave you; just maybe he wasn’t the only one craving, barely surviving through this absurd bet, despite only being the third day.

It was three days too long.

Treating him out? Fuck, that was his job, not yours — well, occasionally he did allow you to buy him some ice cream, but even in that, too, he would rather buy it for you. 

“You know we don’t have to continue —” he tempted, softly whispering into your ear, his bulge pressing against the valley of your ass — erection hard enough for you to feel over your clothes.

“But the bet,” you whimpered when his slender finger pinched your nipples, “it’s o-only been a full two days though,” your voice radiated barely of a whisper.

“Shhh, let's fuck the bet,” Satoru’s hand inched its way down your tummy, gliding to satisfy the aroused coil blooming in between your legs, “this is all so silly, princess. We can be fucking like normal? Enjoying each other, come on, let me make you feel good, yea?” your boyfriend’s voice was laced with an amorous note.

“M-maybe we could just call it qu —” 

“What are you doing?” Megumi blankly asked, holding his finished plate of food while standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at you both with unimpressed eyes, “are you trying to eat her or suffocate her?"

“Ooo Gojo-kun’s in loveeeeee,” Tsumiki chirped, “that’s what Papa does when he’s with his girlfriend!”

“Fuck, we’re never having kids.”

— Day 12.

“So, you still on that bet?” swirling the fizzling drink, Satoru asked before taking a sip of his sugary mocktail — a drink he confidently orders despite the odd stares he gets from the bartender. 

“The bet about not fucking?” Suguru sounded nonchalant about it. It was exactly twelve days since starting and why the hell does he look so smug about it? Fucking bastard… always so full of leisure when he was crawling, begging for scraps to simply survive.

“Yea, I guess,” the raven hair smirked, his tone taunting as he questioned Satoru, “surprised you’re even taking it this far, thought you would fail after the first hour with your horny ass.”

“What’s up with you and your girl both thinking that fucking is all I think about,” Satoru rolled his eyes, pursing his lips offended.

Suguru simply just stared back, the look of his eyes alone sending Satoru a million words as to why he knows fucking is all he thinks about. 

“Rude, it’s not always…”

Shrugging, Suguru brushed it off, “Sure, whatever you say.” 

“Okay… maybe like 90 percent of the time, no — 80 percent.”

“what an addict, I feel sorry for your girl, gotta tell her to run away when she can,” Suguru teased, pulling out his phone to text you, “like, how do you even concentrate at work?”

“It’s called multi-tasking, a trait only the elite have. clearly, its something you wouldn't know about."

“You know what Satoru?”

“What?”

“it still shocks me how so many entrust their careers with you, slaving their lives away to corporate for an elitely dumbass of a boss,” looking at his bestfriend with the kindest smile while tapping his shoulder, “don’t you think?”

There was no fucking way, he was going to lose to this prick of a best friend. 

— Day 14.

Satoru wondered how he ever survived without you. Call it sentimental, call it deprivation, but one thing for sure was that he wanted you — and it very badly. 

Shaking his leg, annoyingly biting onto the edge of his pen, it frustrated him that there was nothing else that could fathom to take space in his brain besides you. He exercised a hell lot more than his usual regimen and cut off on caffeine so that he could try and knock out when he got off from work.

He even tried doing those meditative breathing techniques that he searched for on the web. Said it was to calm your mind and soul. But god fucking dammit, being in silence made him even more hyperaware of his circumstance.

He can tell you are struggling, as well. He’s felt your touch linger on his body longer, trailing down to areas that you shouldn’t be trying to touch as your voice entranced him out of his free will. 

As much as he wanted to throw in the white flag, and dump this shitty little bet over, he was two weeks in. Despite the last two weeks being an absolute shit show, it gave him an incentive to keep going. Why? Because one, you wanted it; second, because he could prove Suguru wrong that sex is, in fact, not the only thing he thinks about.

Gojo-san, hopefully everyth…

But my god, was waking up in the morning a struggle. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the taste of your cum coating his lips, droplets dripping down his chin on days when he ate you out a little too hard. The pure ecstasy of being in your arms while your pussy fucked him dry.

The painful yet glorious tug of his hair when you screamed out, “‘Toru right there! D-don’t stop! Ngh fuck harder! Go harder!”

Reciprocating your needs, he’ll burrow his face into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing your thighs down to your chest as he caved his member fully into you, the weight of his balls slamming against your puffy folds while your nails painted red along his back, “f-fucking shit… c-can I, princess? can I cum inside?”

Gojo-san? 

Despite the years, Satoru always asked for permission. He would rather live dickless than know he spilled his seeds without consent. 

Your hot breath stingy his ears covered in sweat, you mewled out, “Yes! Yes! ‘Toru hurry —” 

Gojo-san… are you okay? 

“What?” quickly waking from his daydream, his pen still in his mouth as a table of his subordinates worriedly looked at him with eyes all rounded from shock. 

The infamous Gojo Satoru, the heir to Japan’s richest conglomerate, who has a keen eye for detail and business strategies looked like a deer in headlights in front of his staff. 

“They’re waiting for your executive decision, sir,” Ijichi whispered, covering his mouth with a file, “you seem awfully pale, sir. Is everything alright?”

“I’m sorry,” Gojo cleared his throat, closing the folder as he prepared himself to make his way out, “ l-let me just read through the presentation once more, and I’ll relay my decision later. Good work everyone.” 

Satoru was never one to get annoyed easily. Frustrated? Yes. Even the clicking of his dress shoes tapping against the graphite floor, a sound that he’d never noticed during his career at this office, irked the hell out of him. Hell, even the obnoxious chime of the elevator ticked him off. 

“S-should I clear out your schedule, Gojo-san?” Ijichi broke the ice while he followed behind his boss.

“No need,” Satoru’s answer was curt.

“B-but sir, you don’t seem to look —”

Raising his voice, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ijichi —” only to catch himself with a deep sigh as he brushed his styled hair back, large palms gripping the edge of his table as he leaned forward, “sorry… didn’t mean to sound harsh, guess i’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“My apologies sir, I’ll organize your schedule accordingly.” Ijichi stated before taking a bow and making his leave. 

“That’ll be nice, thanks.”

Sitting down on his chair, throwing his head back while closing his eyes, Satoru frustratingly moaned out with his thighs spread out, “I must be going crazy, I’m not some horndog teenager…”

But inside his pants was a bulge, a boner that hadn’t gone down ever since the start of his meeting.  

— Day 17

“Fuck,” a lowly growl resonated throughout the room — desperate and sinful — the depth of his chest expanding with each staggered breath that he took. Clenching onto his bed sheets and shoving the wad of saliva down his throat, it burned from the tension of lubricating his dry throat. 

Licking his lips, and furrowing his brows, Satoru pulled down his sweats, freeing his restrained manhood. When the tip of his head smacked against his lower abdomen, the pain of the cold air encapsulated his poor cock that lay barren on its own, Satoru’s hiss littered his skin with goosebumps when his groans soon turned into desperate whimpers while he vulnerably lay in bed with an erection. 

Before all this, it was easy for him to release. Simply envisioning you while he fucked you senseless, or looked through his private album of photos and videos he’s taken of you. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to fuck his fist, but hey, when push comes to shove, Satoru wasn’t one to deny masturbating — especially, if he could cum to you in mind. 

Normally, he’ll rest his back against the backboard, topless and with gray sweats — that you'll argue was your favorite because it accentuates his cock and makes him look sexy. If his girl likes it, why not flaunt what he has?

Getting himself in the mood didn’t require much. When he felt his cock pooling with blood, constrained in the restraints of his brief, Satoru would pull down his sweat with a grunt while his member sprung forth. 

Sweetly palming his length, and applying just the right pressure, he’ll start by going through past photos and eventually ending up with videos. Zooming into your sweet lips, hearing your whimpers while he fucked you from behind, watching you play with his fingers on a date, to seeing your breasts giggle with every force of his cock slamming inside you — he loved it all.

Stroking his cock, while bucking his hips forward, desperately moaning while he envisioned just how adorable you would look trying to palm his member. A grip so easy for him to hold with one hand, while you struggled even with two. How soft your tongue would feel around the edge of his leaking head, while your hands carefully fondled his balls, lightly pulling on the sac as you fisted his length, looking up at him through the whisps of your lashes. 

It drove him senseless when you would call his name with a little purr, pulling him closer to you as you spread out your legs to invite him in. It drove him mad when he’ll feverishly press his lips on yours, stifling your cries as he pounded into you. The only sounds resonating from the room were erotic slaps of sweaty skin and your muffled cries.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. give and take fifteen to twenty, but it was nonetheless a euphoric expression because every session made him pulse and huff, desperately desiring more. 

If you had asked to abstain from sex, maybe that would've been easier to manage. At least he could relieve himself solo. 

But, completely stripping himself of the option to simply cum was cruelty on its own.

And no different from a prepubescent boy, Satoru lay in his bed with his cock raging with his tip a fiery red. 

But unlike a teenager, that would get boners out of simply nothing, Satoru couldn’t relieve himself of it.

— Day 19.

Surprisingly, Satoru woke up feeling refreshed. He swore he slept agitated and exhausted especially since this past week you’ve told him, “no more sleeping in one bed together, Satoru.”

But this morning, he felt rejuvenated and light. Maybe not nutting did actually work —

… Did he? No, fucking way. 

Quickly shredding off the sheets, his eyes barely adjusting to the brightness of the room, Satoru checked his groin and examined his hands for any signs that he might've masturbated in his sleep. 

Nothing — spotless. Miraculously, he didn’t even wake up with morning wood. 

With another thought springing to his head, Satoru fastidiously reached for his phone — face id unable to recognize his morning face with the white bird’s nest of hair he had on his head.

Google search history: 

Can my dick break from not cumming?

What are the symptoms of a broken dick?

Reading that there was no correlation between not nutting and its health benefits, and receiving the assurance that one’s dick cannot simply “break” from not cumming, Satoru felt reassured that he, in fact, did not have a broken dick and that maybe he was finally getting the hang of it. 

Surely, there’s always a light at the end of every tunnel.

And maybe he’s finally found his. 

— Day 19 - 11:34 pm

Nope.

Wrong. So so wrong. Most utterly wrong.

Satoru was in fact very wrong of the presumption he had in the morning. Because he was not getting the hang of it. Especially not when his cock was bulging in his sweats, while he was frustratingly lying wide awake during the crack of dawn.

If he could just touch his dick, stroke its length with the perfect pressure, he knew he’ll fold. 

Only if he could. 

It was arguable that he could. 

But the look of disappointment you’ll give him, with the cute pout to your lips when he tells you he’s failed, he would rather die than come to you as a lousy prick that just wanted his dick sucked. 

So, sighing while trudging off his bed, guess it was time for another cold shower — fourth one of the week.

— Day 24.

“Sir, it seems to me that’s you’ve lost some weight.” 

“I’ve been hitting the gym more lately,” Satoru chuckled, the veins of his forearms angrily bulging, clearly visible on his pale skin. 

“There’s been talks…” Ijichi stumbled on his words, unsure how to bring it about to Satoru.

“Talks about?” Satoru questioned, barely taking the time to look at his secretary as he was focused on signing his documents.

“That maybe you’ve broken up with…" Ijichi couldn't even dare say your name in the same sentence, " or —” 

“Yea?” Satoru put his file down, a smirk growing on his face as he twirled his pen around his slender fingers — guess those flirty good mornings and looks from his staff made sense.

“I’m no expert…” clearing his throat, hoping he wouldn’t offend his boss, “but I’m here to listen if you have any trouble with your relationship.”

“I’m glad I’ve got such a trusted advisor,” the man pushed back on his seat, resting his arms on the sides of his chair, “but don’t mind me, just haven’t been able to let off some steam, that’s all.” 

“Okay…”

“And breaking up? Ijichi you’ve been there when she broke up with me.” The man hummed, reminiscent of the days when he was heartbroken and lifeless, “We’re fine… just trying out something new, I guess.”

— Day 29.

It’s been a little over two weeks of sleeping separately. Dates have been cut to sole dinners, and going over to each other’s places was prohibited — at least til the bet, as per his lovely girlfriend. 

And weekends were the hardest for Satoru. 

Typically before this all occurred, weekends were his golden days. He was able to do whatever he wanted when he wanted it with you. Whether it be going on a shopping spree, or taking you out of the country for a short getaway, you were always involved — his common denominator. 

Surely, he was able to still enjoy those with you, but it was rather difficult for him to keep his hands off you. 

He still doesn’t quite understand why committed to this stupid bet in the first place. It wasn’t something he placed for himself, but guess… guess he just wanted to prove to not only you but also himself that sex, carnal lust, wasn’t the only thing that kept him in this relationship. That even though he’s been waking up with blue balls, and his mind driving him insane, you were worth more than that — not that you would ever get disappointed with him for failing, in the first place, but still. 

If he’s made it till now, he can survive till the end. 

But times like these... damn it was fucking hard.

“You want to come in?” you softly asked, playing with his fingers that were rested on your thighs throughout the drive home. 

“You tempting me?” Satoru glanced over at you, cheekily smiling as he pulled towards you to place a tender kiss on your lips.

His lips felt mildly chapped, unusual when normally they were soft and slightly glossy. The warmth of his mouth and the gentle strokes of his thumb rubbing against your jaw eased you into the kiss as he pulled you over to the driver’s side to saddle his lap.

But that was the extent to where his hands would be: cupping your face.

With his car parked on the streets of your apartment complex, and his windows tinted, it wasn’t an unusual rendezvous for him to shamelessly fuck you in it. And that’s what you presumed this make-out session would slowly turn into. 

Because fuck it. You’ve missed him. 

Missed the way he touched you.

Missed the way he held you in his arms.

Missed the way he just knew the parts of your body that made you squirm, right before pinning you in place with his strength. 

Missed the teases and affirmations he gave when he prepped you.

And my fucking god did you miss the way he rammed his cock into you, pistoling his cock inside as he held you down with his weight. Having him cum inside you? That was a bonus. 

“Satoru… let’s go inside,” you moaned out in the split second your lips disconnected, only for him to crash his mouth onto yours once more with a deep groan. 

Before he wouldn’t hesitate to strip you off your clothes, many times even ripping out the buttons when he was in the rush. He’ll smirk while not meaning his apologizing, “sorry, but i’ll buy you it, focus on me right now.”

It felt unusual to only be making out. You’ve craved him, utterly wanted to devour him. Wanted something more than just his tongue inside your mouth and stagnant touches of his fingers on your face. it felt suffocating to be unable to touch his bare body that was rudely still covered with his clothes. 

So without much thought, the burning knot burrowing inside, flaring in the pits of your stomach, had a mind of its own. your hands slowly made their way down his torso, gliding past his stomach. you've noticed he was much more muscularly defined than the last time you touched him. 

“H-have you’ve been working out mor — ahhh,” his hands pushed your face slightly to the side so that his tongue could easily access your neck. The padding of his tongue sliding along the valley of your neckline, and his hot breath sticking to your skin.

“Mhm, can you tell?” he whispered in between kisses, mindlessly running his lips to wherever they landed.

“Yeah, I can feel it through your shirt,” your fingers wrap around his belt, slowly unbuckling the leather, “and your chest feels more squishy,” your slight giggle was no more than a moaning mess when he immediately bucked his hips to cause friction against your throbbing cunt. 

“Gotta look hot for my baby,” Satoru breathed, “especially when it’s been so long since we’ve fuck… shit, you don’t know how much I want you right now.”

You finally got your hands to free his belt, unbuttoning his pants while unzipping his fly down, “how bad?” you taunted, your lips sneaky up to his soft spot — just under his ear. 

Your needy breaths and the sensual overload always set him off. And you were determined to let him succumb to it.

“So so fucking bad,” gulping down his spit, the viscous wad burning his dry throat, “it’s all I think about, oh fuck —” throwing his head back onto the headrest, allowing you to suck at his skin as his hands now firmly held onto your waist.

And just when you were about to feel his pulsating cock, salivating at how warm and sensitive it would be when you could finally get your hands on his member. To swirl your tongue down just under his frenulum while you lathered his length with your spit. Maybe they’ll be time to suck at his ball while you pumped his meaty cock, and run your tongue along the lines of his pretty veins.  

“W-wait baby,” his hands placed on your wrists. With his chest heaving, and hair frazzled, he looked at you with worry.

“Yes?” irritated that he would stop you — never had he stopped you.

“I don’t want you to make any decision that’ll you’ll regret tomorrow,” he confessed, softly looking into your eyes, while a small smile formed at his pretty lips, “I-i can take care of this at home,” slightly looking down at your hands just about to touch his groin, “and we have so much time to do it later,” he reassured while pulling your hands out of his pants, bringing them to your lips to kiss.

“B-but Satoru, I want —”

“I know princess, I know,” his voice mildly trembled, “you don’t know how bad I want you, it’s honestly torturous,” Satoru let out a forced chuckle. 

“Let’s just break the bet then,” you pouted, sinking into his embrace with your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself deeper into his body.

“Hey,” he gently tapped your bum, teasingly playing with your mounds when he heard you whine, “didn't I say…”

“What?” you annoyingly spat out.

“that when I win this bet,” his hands pulled you away, leaving you at eye level with him as he rubbed his thumb against the heat of your cheeks, “fucking is all we’ll do,” he reminded with a slight chuckle. It was undeniable that your boyfriend did not mean what he said as a simple joke. The tone of his voice could sound comical, but the underlying incentive of his statement was nothing but that. 

It was admirable to see your boyfriend set his boundaries, doing his absolute best to honor the bet despite his pupils being dilated and cheeks rosy. The gruff in his voice when he called out your name and while he took his time to dress you up, were telltale signs that he too was at his wits. His wonton look of desperation was plastered over his face, even the slight tremor of his hands as he cupped your cheeks, one last time, to place a kiss on your forehead before leading you up to your apartment door, was nothing short of love. 

— Day 35.

Satoru woke up, took a shower, and had a cup of his pre-workout before heading down to his gym. He felt light on his feet, absolutely flying through his sets. the pebbles of sweat on his forehead felt worthwhile, and the strain of his muscles made him feel alive. 

He's been feeling good. his body was shaped just right — not too big but finely cut and carved to perfection. He's been putting more effort into his grind, and been more involved and fastidious at work with precision and strategy. while still being your dutiful boyfriend who sent thirst photos, of himself post workout, with a good morning text. 

He goes to work sharply dressed, with his shoes freshly oiled. The slight spark of his watch, peeping out of his cuffs, was the definition of the wealth he assessed. With his thin waists but defined chest, it wasn’t hard for people to know just what he had packed under his clothes. 

Satoru signed off on all his charts, attending every repetitive meeting, and joined in on important business deals with partnering companies. He made Ijichi’s life easier by working more thoroughly and leaving promptly.

The last couple of days of this newfound routine will soon come to an end. And the old will come again. Hopefully, he’ll be the victor between Suguru and him. Finally, a time when he could rub it in his best friend’s ego, that he was, in fact, the better of the duo. 

Sitting alone in his office, signing off his last document before calling it a day, Satoru felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. In only two days, he’ll be able to touch you again, make love, and comfortably be himself with limbs wrapped together under the sheets.

Soon, he’ll be able to enjoy the goodness of love — sex, being the much-added benefit. 

As he closed his final folder, leaning back on his chair, reminiscing about the past couple of weeks, it was no lie, the struggle of trying to keep his dick in his pants was no easy feat. Every morning was a mental battlefield of its own. But he’s grown to succumb to his desires and utilize that frustration in other aspects of his life — career, working out, meditating, daydreaming of his future with you and what he hopes to accomplish.

Sure, not being able to nut was tortuous – painful as his cock throbbed in his briefs every morning and with every thought of you. Not being able to even properly kiss you without being tempted to just have you face down on his whatever surface was near and fuck you good was even worse. Nothing has changed in how his dick reacted on its own, his thoughts still lingered in memories of how you would react when he would touch you at your sweet spots, how your body trembled when he inserted himself in, the warmth of your tight walls enveloping his cock. How good you tasted when you came in his mouth, body tense as he massaged your limbs. 

But he’s been good, though he wanted to throw this useless bet out the gutter and selfishly act on his own will, you were proud of him — told him every day when he dropped you off. And that to him was enough. 

Closing out his office, and walking to his car. Talking the elevator down while the clacks of his shoes echoed in the empty parking stall, where only his and a couple of other cars were present, Satoru couldn’t wait to get home.

To take a warm bath, and decompress while joining you on a Facetime call. These days, those sweet moments are what he looked forward to.

He felt the light vibration of his phone and immediately smiled when he saw the sender.

From: pumpkin <3

Babe have you by chance seen my favorite panties?  I think I’ve lost them or left them at your place ):

To: pumpkin <3

I wish I had them But we haven’t fucked at my place in a while …  … you sneaking behind my back? 😭

From: pumpkin <3

Awww I see! Those were my favorites  You’re ridiculous -_- It’s probably under your carseat or something.

To: pumpkin <3

I’ll get you the same pair (: Let me know when you get home, i’ll be home soon

From: pumpkin <3

Okie dokie sexy

Chuckling as he rolled his eyes, he mindlessly placed his phone on the dashboard and started his car. The rumble of his engine loudly echoed in the dark basement, and the lights of his dash could almost blind a person. He shifted his car to drive, and while he stepped on the gas pedal, his phone slid off the dash and fell onto the carpeted floor. 

Grunting as he reached over to grab his phone, he felt a soft fabric brush against the tip of his finger. That was odd. Satoru liked to keep his car clean. So he grabbed the dainty item and hung it on his finger as he registered what it was. 

Truly, god liked to fuck with him. Because on his finger was your missing laced panty. A memory of your last car sex with him before you slammed him with the “let’s not fuck, and you can’t cum till blah blah blah.”

“Fuck…” Satoru hissed, letting out a gluttonous rasp as he spread out his thighs in his seat.

And beneath his slacks was his bulge painfully starting to outline, the size of his cock so obvious despite the dim lighting of his car.

Clenching onto your underwear, he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help but unzip his pants and firmly hold his hardened cock, as he unfolded the memory of when he fucked you in his car.

Ten minutes later.

To: pumpkin <3

Ah babe, I think I’m going to get home later than expected. Heavy traffic 

traffic was fine. Satoru just has yet to leave the parking lot.

— A couple hours before D-day.

Dinner reservations were set for 7:30 pm, which meant he needed to be at your place by the latest 6:45. There were countless times when you’ve both missed the reserved time because either one, you fucked one too many rounds at home before heading out, or two, you fucked in the car en route to the restaurant. 

Satoru hoped he would stay sane tonight. All he had to do was endure a couple more hours and when the clock hit midnight, it was game over. 

But when you open your apartment door, it wasn’t a surprise his body moved before his mind could register.

Because when you open the door, giggling while innocently tilting your head to the side as you put on your earrings, the ring on your promised finger sparkling from the backlight, something snapped within him. And despite your lips moving, he couldn’t hear a word you said but the annoying, monotonous ring in his ears as his eyes sharply fixated on you while you made your way to wrap your arms around him.

No, don’t do it. Don’t come.

And in that moment, everything within him exploded.

Before you both even know it, he’s rushing inside your apartment, prying off his shoes while he pushes you onto the wall with his lips desperately smashed on yours. With your wrists caged in one of his larger palms as the other quickly stripped you of your clothes, despite knowing you were on a time crunch, you didn’t necessarily feel compelled to be on time — better, maybe not even make it at all.

“Satoru —” you yelped, only for your voice to morph into wonton moans as his lips suffocated your lungs from the air.

The sound of teeth clashing, hands hunting for more bodily warmth combined with the lewd whines that dissipated from each lips heated your core — just enough to push you onto the edge with your juices pooling in your panties.

His hands expertly slide down your stomach and to the crevice in between your legs. His fingers shove the fabric to the side, exposing your wet cunt that’s just so ready to be played with and touched.

‘Tor —” you barely managed to call his name, his mouth overwhelming with strength as he forced his tongue into yours. With teeth clashing and his hands desperately stripping himself of both your clothes and his, he growled while tugging your lip with his teeth, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

“O-our reservation!” you cried out, desperately holding onto him with a leg hooked around his waist, relying on his strength to stand on one foot. With his shirt hanging off his torso, hair now messy and frazzled while he littered your skin with kisses that left you begging for more. 

“Fuck that,” he growled, his breath sounding rough as he threw his freshly pressed shirt on the floor — one probably worth more than your rent itself. 

“It’s nothing new that we’re always late, princess,” he taunted, with his palm placed at the base of your jaw, cupping your cheeks with his left hand while his right unzipped your dress, smirking when it landed on the floor with a thud.

“I told you, angel,” cocking his head to the side as he swiped his tongue upward on your lips, his eyes piercing straight into yours, “ the longer I kept this up the harder you were getting fucked.”

“It’s not over till tomo — ahhh, ” you moaned when his fingers finally played with your folds, and eventually your clit.

“Sorry, I tried, I really did, baby,” groaning as his lips dragged against your neck, his teeth hungrily nipping at your skin while he rubbed circles against your hardened bud. The erotic sound of your slick swirling against his fingers was a combination of embarrassment but also ease – you shouldn’t so readily give in, but oh you wanted to get fucked so badly.

With his vacant hand quickly unhooking your bra and groping your breasts, Satoru kissed his ways down to harshly suck at your nipples, “ but goddamn, i think you’ll actually kill me with this.”

“From not having sex?” you pulled at his hair, both legs automatically wrapping around his waists as he sloppily kissed your mounds, the slime of his saliva coating your areolas to replicate nature’s greatest gem.

“Yea, because my nut’s seriously about to explode,” unbuckling his pants while shimming them down to his ankles, pulling one of your hands down to stroke his heated member, while he pushed your panties to the side, swirling his finger around your clit.

“Gotta take good care of my future children, you know? This is very dangerous, so so dangerous.”

“You’re being r-ridiculous oh,” you moaned out when he pinched your clit, his darkened eyes watching your every expression as he opened his mouth in unison with wonton looks. 

“Shhh pumpkin, aren’t you so cute, ” nibbling on your ears as his sensual breathing made your mind fuzzy and legs wobbly, increasingly more from the soaking sounds of your cunt being played with was ludicrous and naughty, “it’s always over when I say it’s over.”

Humming as he brought his wet fingers up to examine, “god, you’re soaked,” chuckling as he murmurs, “isn’t that fuckin’ cute.” the glimmer of his middle and ring finger enticing him more. “See, you want it too, no? Isn’t my silly girl just ready to be fucked.”

“yes, I want it. want it so, so bad—need it,” you mewled, letting out a soft whimper when he suddenly kissed you, grunting into your mouth.

“but let me release one real quick, ” groaning in between the kiss, "it’s a bit painful," as he palmed at his cock, “where do you want it, sweets?”

“Me…” with cheeks heated, you admitted.

“I asked where,” his words more strained and impatient as the pacing of his palms around his member was getting increasingly faster with more vigor.

And instead of answering, you pointed at the valley of your breasts, pooling your mounds together to catch every drop of his seeds on your skin. 

“Fucking god, I love you,” Satoru cock twitches in his hand, “get on your knees for me, princess,” he ordered before slapping his hardened length on your cheek, “ what my girl wants, is what she gets,” hissing while stroking his shaft, looking down at your sweet position — just ready to take his load. It’s not a surprise that Satoru cums fast, and he comes hard.

When he catches you eyes anticipating for his seeds, to cover you with his release, the knot that’s been burning inside him finally starts to snap. The pleasurable, deep coil of his cum shooting through his slit meshed with your desperate desire to have yourself plastered with every essence of him was enough to drive him off the edge.

“Fuck ‘mma cum, gonna cum so hard baby,” Satoru made a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp, “gonna cum baby… i —i shit shit…” 

And he does, straight on your chest, splattering bits to the floor and some to your chin, barely making its way into your mouth — a whole fucking mess. 

Panting while he pulled out every ounce of his seeds, thickly splurting out of his sensitive tip, Satoru murmured under his hitched breath, “sorry baby, i—i don’t know what just happened there, fuck.”

“you made a mess,” you chuckle, smiling with a crinkle on your nose.

“Shit… sorry, let me just,” Satoru grabbed his shirt to help clean you off, “but damn such a waste,” you pouted. Annoyed that he didn't get to cum inside you, but also grieving for the loss of his precious seeds going into the trash. 

“It’s your fault,” he murmured, concentrating on cleaning every ounce of his cum off you, “if it wasn’t for that stupid bet, we could’ve done this every day, as much as you wanted,” mimicking your voice with a shake to his head, “but nooo, you had to just bet on my demise.”

“then let me feel you,” you murmur, “let me have you,” cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, his soft lips that you’ve missed so much, “fuck me, ‘Toru, I want you just as bad — so so badly.”

—

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned when he felt the tightness of your hole firmly wrapping a ring around his member. Rhythmically pulsing his hips, slowly gulping down his spit while he closed his eyes, trying his hardest to concentrate so he didn’t pull another quickie and cum prematurely. 

It was a couple hours after he came on your breasts, and a few sessions of sex thereafter that. After multiple positions and fucking in different spaces of your apartment, finally, you’ve made it to the bedroom. 

Feeling your soft walls pulsing and warming his length, just so tightly embracing his cock, inviting him further inside as he settled into you — his home, a place of refuge as he’s held so carefully not only in your arms but also by your cunt. 

He’s eaten you out. Fuck, you tasted so good. His starved appetite satiated with every sucking of your folds, and slobbering of his tongue against your pussy.

He’s watched you squirm and sprinkle the couch, squirting warm liquid while he fingered your cunt. 

He’s seen just how far he can enter when he measured the length of his cock magically disappearing inside you, making you relish in his reign as you shuddered with every impact. 

And he’s felt the warm gush of your cum coating his cock, making a white ring around his length every time he pulled himself out, only to slam it back in. Bullying your wet folds while he painfully swirled his fingers around your clit, satisfied that your cum meshed in with his prior ejaculations were stuffed deeply — fully — inside you.

Your hips buck in tandem with his, matching his rhythm but barely following his pace as he slams into you. His heavy balls slap against your swollen cunt with every thrust of his hips, mildly splattering remnants of his cum off your pussy. And as he buries his cock into you, going as deep as he can, with every thrust you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the depths of your caverns. your abused cunt continuously sucking him in and hugging around him, tempting him for more, as he groans into your neck, his lips now swollen and red. 

You weren’t entirely sure if he noticed, but you sure did. The throbbing of his cock tightly wrapped by your velvet walls, with every move of his body, made your insides churn into a symphony of pleasure, making you desire more for his cock to bully your cunt — especially when his head brushed against your sweet spot.

The friction of your body meshing with his feels sickening. The thick air of the room makes him feel lightheaded as if he’s being baited in between the realms of reality and another infinite dimension, teasing between the boundaries of possibly falling into an unknown abyss or comfortably landing straight home into your arms. 

It’s always been like that for him. Through all the years he’s been with you, he’s been the one that loved more, loved harder, loved desperately. He doesn’t hold it against you nor does he find fault in what type of lover he was. He just — just, doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm, his soul flourishing in your sovereignty. 

Heart lasciviously yearning for more.

“Right there ‘Toru,” you sob, “right there, give me more more” — of course it’s right there. He’s studied you front and back, but it wasn’t just right there. Because as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, he knows it’s actually right there when you squeeze on his cock, your eyes falling to the back of your head while your breaths start to stagger.

That’s — that’s when you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “S-satoru,” you gasp, “fuck, k-keep going."

But that — that was a shocker. 

Normally he’ll ride out his orgasm after he’s seen you finish off. But, strange… when he sees the needy glint in your eyes, the tremble of your lips as you used every ounce of your strength to pull him in while you cupped his face, your legs mercilessly bouncing with every thrust of his hips while your thighs were firmly pressed into your chests. 

Murmuring under your breath while you encouraged him to keep going, the invitation has him quickly falling into his own — hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, shooting in waves with every twitch of his cock, with every groan pulled from his throat that soon formed into sweet whimpers that he harmonies into your neck, while fucking his load into you and as you held him in your arms, purposefully clenching to edge him off. 

But still, it’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums. Even more embarrassing is how he’s currently withering in your arms, trembling from the aftermath of pumping his hot seeds into you, desperately holding onto you with his face planted into the crook of your neck. 

The way his cum spills out of you and coats his cock, it’s perfect and feels just right. Despite your eyes about to fall shut, you can’t help but think how perfectly he fits intertwined with your body, his slowly softening cock nestled just perfectly inside you as he slumps on top of you, panting from the prior tumultuous rounds of fucking like rabbits as he cages you in his arms.

It’s warm — not only inside you, feeling the clumps spilling out, but love. 

Loving him was warm. Loving him was right. 

Groaning on top of your body, “Don’t ever ask me to do this again.” You can feel his cock slowly start to take its shape again inside you, it was quick but the viscous lumps of his fluid quickly slipped out to make more space for his cock to fill you again.

More — he wanted more. 

“B-but I could’ve treated you out —” your voice was almost gone. You’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors the next morning. 

“babe, the best way you can treat out your baby girl,” Satoru rasped as he fully slipped himself inside you again, eyes rolling to the back of his head for a short moment before carnally staring into your eyes, “is letting him fuck you whenever he wants —”

“Wait wait!” you covered his lips with your hands, cheekily looking up as you then cupped his face, amused as you watched the discontent growl plastered on his expression morph into a pout.

Grumbling, Satoru huffed, “That’s all I've been doing this past month —” 

“I said wait!" stifling his whine, pulling him closer to your bosom to place a kiss on his forehead, delighted to hear the small ring of your phone jingle in tune.

“happy birthday loser,” you cooed.

“You’re the worst for making me go through this,” he chuckled while caging you in, his arms surrounding your head as he brushed his finger against your cheek, his thumb lingering against your swollen lips that were softly smudged with lipstick, “but thank you, 'm getting older, but i’ll fuck you even harder,” he proposed with a wink.

“Wow…” unbelievable that he still had energy, “even with a month of no sex, you’ll still so horny.”

“Yea, because we gotta make babies now,” Satoru chirped, his lips making its way to your swollen nipples, sucking on the tips.

“Thought you didn’t want kids?” 

“Eh, I figured… having a little gremlin like Megumi or Tsumiki-chan wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Just admit it,” running your hands through his sweaty hair, “you like them a lot more than you’ll admit.”

Suddenly propping his head up like a groundhog, with spit trailing down his chin, he corrected, “False, I like them only to an extent because I get tabs on their dad.”

“Tabs about who he’s dating? Why are you going to sell that to the tabloids?” 

“Exactly, Tsumiki-chan always spill the tea, and plus that fart needs some action.” 

“Even though you’re my boyfriend, you really are something.”

“Eh, i’ve gotten better compliments,” he shrugged, his attention going straight back to your nipples.

“ ‘Toru… d-do you think Suguru made it?” a moan slipped from your lips while you positioned yourself more comfortably under him, getting yourself ready.

Letting go of your nipples with a sharp pop, “That fucker wouldn’t lie to me — oh fuck” your boyfriend released a gluttonous moan as he furrowed his brows, hissing while clenching his stomach from absolutely losing it right then and there, “d-don’t clench so suddenly like that.”

“Gotta keep up with the pace, baby girl,” licking your lips while cocking a brow. “So… are you going to fuck me,” clenching while you tugged his hips down to your pelvis, hearing him hiss on the impact made your guts tighten while you watched him melt from the pressure surrounding his heated length pulsing inside you. 

Using all your strength to turn your bodies around, now saddling your legs against his hips as you watched his stunned expression from above, it felt nice being in control. and fully sinking onto his cock as you started rolling your hips in repeated motions, in between wanting breaths, you asked,

“or am I gonna have to fuck you, pretty?” 

— next morning.

Ding!

From: Asshole

so did you succeed? 

To: Asshole

nah, fucked last night. you?

From: Asshole

nice.  but happy birthday, bro.

To: Asshole

thx so, you pulled through?

From: Asshole (5 hours later)

nah, we fucked the day after making the bet.  fucked again just now, too :P

author's note: omg... first sooo sorry for the lack of editing on this. holy smokes, it was way too long and i didn't dare to read through all of this. but if you have, thank you! i greatly appreciate you

⌗ nanami kento & reader & higuruma hiromi + pussy eating + penetration + a bit of subby hiromi ⋆˙⟡

where the two find new ways to pleasure you ...

"spread your legs wider so omi can eat darling."

at kento's words, hiromi zoned in on your cunt, the sight he has been bequeathed with was like none other. the slight tremble of your legs as you readjusted your position followed by a whine, undoubtedly due to the fact that nanami's cock which filled your pussy well enough was now able to reach deeper.

"look at that baby... you've got a nice cock to cum on sweetheart." hiromi remarked, fingers passing over your clit once, twice, if only to see your little hole clench adorably on kento's cock.

a moan left your lips at hiromis actions. nanami grasping your legs to keep them open, the chilly air exposing your swollen clit and pussy full of nanami's cock. your cheeks warm, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

"please..."

"your little pussy is making such a cute mess on my cock darling, it's creaming so pretty on my cock already sweetheart."

nanami notes as higuruma's tongue finally laved over your stuffed pussy, licking over the cream on the base of nanami's cock stuffing your cunt to the brim, all the way up to your clit, kissing it once before placing it in his mouth and sucking it. you could feel the tip of his nose touching the bulge nanamis cock left on your tummy. all the whilst high pitched moans, the filthy wet sounds of your pussy being devoured, the occasional grunt and the frequent praise from the way you clenched so tightly on nanamis cock was all that could be heard reverbrating throughout the room.

"oh that's it angel, such a greedy girl hm? you like my cock in your pussy while higu eats you out?"

"such a good boy hiromi, making her feel so good."

hiromi continues lapping at your folds, spread out to accommodate kento's girth. he places considerable emphasis on your jutting clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it in his mouth.

all the whilst kento unrelentingly thrusts his cock shallowly in and out, the pleasure all too overwhelming as whimpers and mewls left your lips. the telltale sign of your oncoming release you didn't doubt could be felt by nanami as your pussy gripped his cock ever so tighter.

"go ahead and cum sweetheart."

you rode out your strong waves of pleasure with their help, hiromi now rubbing your clit with his finger whilst lapping up your release dripping down nanami's cock and balls. which pushed nanami to his own release, flooding your pussy with his load.

"...thank you ken...thank you omi."

"go show omi how thankful you are baby."

nanami lifts you up by your hips, a little bit of his release smearing out of your little hole and places you on hiromis lap. you watch as he guides his cock into your hole, pushing in slowly as he feels on the brink of approaching his orgasm. lifting your hips, he thrusts up into you in pleasurable strokes and you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your crimson face in his shoulder as he seeks his release, one that was quickly spurring you to your own. nanami had his cock in his hand, pumping it to hiromis thrusts, also rapidly approaching his release.

"feels so good baby, love your pussy."

"love you omi."

to which he cums, filling up your already stuffed pussy with his thick cum. you lay limp in hiromi's arms as he lifts your chin to press a sweet reassuring kiss on your lips. nanami now making his way over the bed to the both of you,

"did so good for us baby yeah? our good girl."

☆ sorry for the inconsistent usage of names was a little confused at times :( but yes i hope you like this kinda short drabble of sorts, reqs are open! reblogs are more than welcome <3

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

suguru wasn't a fan of calling you a cow in a sexual sense, but the costume had him spinning, trying to find a word to fit what to say, but milking you like a cow and pumping you like one fit on theme with what you had on, and he didn't disappoint. 

"please, just a break." squeezing your eyes shut as his fingernails dug into your hips and his dick was deep inside of you, giving your insides no space to breathe as he dug inside of you.

your mouth hanging open, trying to catch your breath, along with begging him to slow down or stop for a little while so you could rebuild your stamina, but suguru was hearing none of it; he was locked in on fucking you right.

"suck." putting two of his fingers in your mouth while you struggled to suck them like he told you to, gagging around them, your mind on two different things. 

trying to control finishing on his dick again and sucking the hell out of his fingers like he wanted you too, you could feel his breath on your back and neck each time he pushed deeper inside of you, swallowing thickly as he felt your pussy cling onto him. 

"ah ah, suguru, slow down, please." the last word barely coming out as you clutched onto the bed sheets, his fingers now out of your mouth and your face on the mattress. suguru hands rubbing over your back to your head, pushing your face into the mattress. 

the bell around your neck giving off sharp ringing every time his hips clashed with your ass gave him more excitement along with encouragement to keep fucking you until he was tired, to fuck you until his soul disappeared.

your moans became more prominent as your lower half moved in harmony with his. as he fucked into you, you fucked right back, the struggle to breathe along with suguru's dick hitting your sweet spot just right. 

"there we go, just like that baby." his other hand slapping your ass repeatedly as his body tingled all over with pleasure, finishing inside of you, no plans on stopping. 

not caring about the consequences or how his body would be affected the next day, he was focused in on you in all your glory and fucking you like he hasn't seen you in days.

instead of him milking you like the cow you were dressed up as, you were milking him.

kinktober day 14; mirror sex w/ nanami

kento nanami is a man of gorgeous thoughts. he feels deeply, appreciates the small and fine, and never ever lies to you.

so when he tells you that you're the most beautiful thing he's seen, that he was made for you in every regard possible, he means it. the way you tend to disagree with him, brush him off as complimenting you for the sake of it, doesn't sit right with your blond lover. had he not vowed honesty to you with trembling hands and tear-glossed eyes at the altar?

it starts with a hand mirror. a dainty little one you used to make sure you were presentable here and there. he takes it from your bag one evening, comes up behind you to rest his chin on the top of your head and hands you the little compact mirror. "i want to show you," he starts, voice silken, "just how perfectly we fit together."

and because you trust him implicitly, it doesn't take much for kento to have you sat reverse-cowgirl on his cock and staring down at the little compact mirror he hold between your legs. you can feel it already, how good he stretches you out and fills you up—but seeing it as well, the point at which you two meet and join into one, is all-encompassing.

“see how perfectly you take me?” his voice honeyed in your ear, free hand snaking around to rub circles at your clit with his fingertips. “no one could complete me like this; not like you do, honey.”

and he thrusts his hips up, impales you further on his cock as if to prove a point. he’s so deep, reaching points you’d thought too much before him. kento makes you watch the way you tighten around him as he draws an orgasm out of you with practiced ease. ‘so pretty, so perfect,’ he calls you.

a little hand mirror soon turns into a full body length mirror brought home one evening and set up across from your bed. he tells you it’s so that he can check he’s tidy before work if you’re in the shower and the bathroom mirror is all fogged up. which isn’t a lie, because he wouldn’t lie to you—it’s only a plus side that when he’s eating you out before bed each night, your thighs thrown over his shoulders as he kneels at the bedside and makes you cum on his tongue until you’re all he can taste, that you can watch it all in the mirror he’ll tie his tie in front of come-morning.

or when he’s got your back arching against his chest as he fucks you from behind. a strong hand at your throat to keep your gaze on the way he’s pushing you forward with each thrust. how the mirror doubles your pleasure, plays it back like porn made to be viewed only in the moment.

or, when he’s feeling particularly mean, and fucks you standing against that same mirror. drool dripping from your lips and landing across your chest as he grabs at your tits with a disrespect rare on him. teeth indenting the skin of your shoulder as his free hand holds your face hardly an inch from the mirror, fingers venturing into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue as his cock pushes you against the cold mirror with each rut of his hips.

‘eye contact when you cum,’ he orders. and as you’re about to meet his eyes, he forces your face back to the mirror. ‘with yourself, pretty. want you to see what i dream about when i close my eyes.’

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