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﹙♡﹚this was requested by @suzurabluu !! 𐙚˙⋆.˚ what if we didn't realize we were dating the guys, all while they assumed we already were? i loved this request, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to write omg ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
caleb thought it was the most obvious thing to happen.
he was your everything, you were his everything, your relationship slowly began to flourish and gain new dynamics, and now you were a couple!
everyone else thought exactly the same, given how you guys acted with each other.
the constant kisses, the long hugs, his loving eyes and your smitten smile.
come on, even the blind could sense the love in the air and assume you were together.
and while caleb had imagined asking you out in the prettiest, most meaningful ways possible, he thought you would question it or say it wasn't necessary, since things were —and implicitly— already established at this point.
awful mistake.
one night, while he had you on top of him, his hands under your shirt, gently massaging your back, you suddenly looked into his eyes.
he, as always, shifted his entire attention to you, lips finding your nose one, two, and three times in a row.
“you look so pretty like this, angel,” he whispered, to which you smiled.
but you were conflicted, obviously.
he noticed your frown, and his free hand immediately found your cheek, cupping it gently.
“hm? what's with that face, baby? is somethin' wrong?”
meanwhile, you were trying to organize your thoughts and ideas, since you were about to reveal your deepest secret.
“caleb, i… uhm, there's something i must tell you,” you mumbled, fidgeting with his shirt.
he sensed it was something serious, so he sat up carefully and pulled you into his lap, violet eyes softening to encourage you.
“whatever it is, angel, you can tell me.”
but gods, it was so hard…
you didn't want to ruin things, but, deep down, you knew caleb felt the same, so you did what needed to be done.
“i love spending time with you, and… you know, during these years, i've realized i want this… this affection to be permanent,” you met his gaze, albeit nervously. “i— i mean, i don't want this to be casual flirting. i want us to… to be together, if that makes sense.”
crickets.
caleb blinked, smiling softly at first.
but once your words sank in, he frowned, leaning back.
“we are together, baby,” he whispered, caressing your sides.
now it was your turn to frown.
“are we…? since when? you never asked me out,” you leaned back as well, crossing your arms.
well, shit.
he looked away briefly, before turning to you once again.
“always, angel… since forever, i thought i didn't need to ask,” he sighed, his head tilting slightly to the left. “you're meanin' to tell me you thought we were friends this entire time, huh?”
“well, of course!” you huffed, eyes going wide. “what else was i supposed to think, when you never asked me out properly?!”
it was entirely his fault, he was aware.
but the kisses, the morning showers, everything indicated you two were clearly something more.
“baby—”
“oh my gosh…” you stood up and walked away from him, feeling dumb. “how could i be so blind? is this why my friends asked about my ‘boyfriend' all of the time? no way!”
he got up quickly and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his chest to your back and burying his nose in your neck.
“angel, listen to me,” he mumbled against your skin. “i thought we were already together, yeah? but if you want me to ask you out properly, i will. just say the word.”
you turned around and looked up at him, still trying to catch up.
“you should've done that months ago without me having to tell you to...” you whispered. “all this time, i thought you were okay with just being friends, and i was afraid of ruining things when i confessed!”
he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead tenderly.
“my sweet baby, there's nothin' i would want more than to be with you forever,” he assured. “and you didn't ruin anythin'. i just… never thought i had to ask, ‘cause i already considered you mine.”
your cheeks burned at his words.
“i do want to be yours,” you mumbled. “but properly.”
“mhm,” he kissed your lips once, lingering close. “don't worry; i'll ask you out properly and set things straight, so that this pretty head of yours doesn't wander around too much, sounds good?”
you groaned softly.
“i guess… you dummy.”
he grinned and pulled you in for a tight hug, causing you to squeak.
“so, now that i think of it… you were okay with me, your 'friend,' helpin' you shower? takin' you out on dates? kissin' all over your—” before he could finish, you jumped and smacked his chest repeatedly, feeling your face burn.
“shut up! shut up, shut up! i thought you were just…! ugh!”
caleb laughed loudly, holding you close as you tried to squirm away; but he didn't let you go.
instead, he picked you up and walked towards the bedroom.
“well, then,” he whispered against your lips. “allow me to properly court you now, angel. i promise i'll make up for my terrible mistake.”
“caleb!” you gasped, clinging to him so as not to fall, which he would never allow.
but all protests died quickly, drowned by his quick and unapologetic kisses.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
after a long making out session, both of you were breathing heavily, eyes hazy, faces burning hot.
he kept you close; very close, fingers trembling as he pulled you in for yet another kiss.
instead, your eyes went down to his swollen, pinkish lips before meeting his gaze again.
“raffy…” you whispered softly, to which he perked up, rubbing your noses side to side.
“my pearl… my precious pearl,” he replied, matching your tone. he was breathing heavily, and your heart felt like it was about to explode.
you needed this; you wanted to have this every day, for the rest of your life.
you didn't want this to be a casual thing anymore, you wanted rafayel to become your boyfriend, so you could have him like this whenever you wanted.
your hands cupped his cheeks, and he almost melted.
“i think… i really think we should take things further,” you mumbled, gathering all your courage into that simple sentence.
oh, his eyes went wide.
he looked into your eyes intently, trying to decipher your thoughts.
further…?
so, marriage?
oh, his heart exploded right there.
“i would love to, my pearl… though i wanted to be the one to ask you that,” he whispered, pulling you in for a hug. “give me some time to get you the most amazing ring.”
you tilted your head, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes.
“a… ring?”
“to get engaged,” he nodded with certainty. “what kind of fiancé would i be if i didn't get you one?”
your head was about to burst.
why was he talking about marriage already? wasn't he going too fast?
“rafayel… we need to… be a couple before getting engaged, you know?”
and, once again, he nodded.
“of course, cutie. that's common sense.”
…
both of you were silently staring at each other now, your head cocking to the right, his cocking to the left.
something wasn't right.
“cutie, i want to take things forward too; so much. you know you're my adoration, and we've been dating for so long—”
“hold up, hold up, hold up,” you quickly sat back, eyebrows furrowing. “dating?”
“yeah…” he frowned. “dating.”
“we… weren't dating before,” you whispered, making him lean back.
oh, his expression darkened slightly.
“what?”
“no, i mean, not that i knew of.”
“my pearl— how could you…? we kissed! we make out all the time!” he finally stood up, his hands gesturing wildly. “we worshipped each other's bodies under the moon's presence all night long! isn't that what destined lovers do?”
you stood up as well, growing agitated.
“w-well, yeah! but i thought… i thought we were just overly affectionate friends!”
he gasped and sharply turned to look at you.
“friends?! was i nothing but a mere friend to you?” he clutched his chest, his voice cracking slightly. “was i just… a guy you kissed just because?”
you quickly approached, reaching for his hands.
goddammit.
“of course not, rafayel! i just didn't know we were dating! you never asked me out! how was i supposed to know?”
he remained quiet for some seconds, fingers freezing against yours. his eyes narrowed, and he looked away, a bit ashamed but unwilling to admit it.
“well… intuition? context clues? it was pretty obvious.”
you groaned and covered your face, pacing around the living room as you tried to remember all those “obvious” instances you didn't pay attention to.
now he was starting to feel guilty, since it was partially his fault for assuming you guys were together.
could you blame him, though?
he was desperate to have you, and he could also see how you enjoyed yourself whenever you spent some time alone. his mind automatically assumed you were accepting him as yours.
but, if that wasn't the case (officially), then it only meant that…
he needed to act fast.
he sighed and grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face just to stare at you intensely.
“be mine, my pearl,” he whispered. “right now. today.”
your breath hitched, but before you could answer, he got closer again, so much so that your breaths became one.
“you wanted to take things further, right? then let me be your boyfriend… formally,” he reluctantly added the last part. “you've already lost a lot of time thinking i wasn't yours, and that's my fault. entirely.”
you looked into his eyes, your heart beating fast.
“raffy…”
“please? you suggested it first…”
you rolled your eyes but soon smiled, nuzzling his nose.
“absolutely yes, you dumb fish,” you kissed his lips gently, eyes crinkling as your smile grew bigger. “i wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together so badly, and… i'm so happy to find out you had already started doing so.”
“what can i say, cutie? i'm a visionary,” he smirked, pulling you into a tight hug before suddenly lifting you up.
you let out a surprised squeal, holding onto him tightly.
“speaking of visions, i'm already envisioning how you'll kiss me tonight,” his lips brushed against yours. “i mean, if you kissed me so passionately while i was just your 'friend,' i wonder how that'll change now...”
you gasped and tried to brush the mental image away, but it was impossible. rafayel was ready to find out and embrace any and all changes.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
labels were unnecessary.
he was yours, as much as you were his, and he was okay with whatever you wanted to be.
however, as time flew by, sylus noticed your demeanor and how you couldn't stop looking at him, and that's when he knew both of you were in love.
he didn't need to say it, did he?
you were already kissing him, clinging to him, following him everywhere…
you had inserted yourself into his life, basically, and who was sylus not to follow the rhythm you were establishing?
you, on the other hand, wondered how sylus felt.
sure, he was just as affectionate and he returned every single gesture of yours, but he never popped the question, nor did he show any interest in having something that wasn't a friendship.
if you only knew you were already way past that stage…
one night, as he was spooning you from behind and gently whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you couldn't help but feel rather strange.
what were you to him?
his friend?
his partner?
someone he just… liked having around?
it didn't help that he was usually blunt and straightforward, because that meant he would've said something if he felt some type of way about you.
and, obviously, that hadn't been the case.
you gently stopped his warm hand as it caressed your belly in circles, making him arch an eyebrow.
“sweetheart?”
you didn't answer.
instead, you turned around to face him, your eyes meeting his with a bit of reluctance.
you didn't want to come off as desperate, let alone ruin what could potentially turn into something amazing, but… you also couldn't remain quiet much longer.
with shaky fingers, you traced the bridge of his nose as a way to calm yourself down and make the situation less awkward.
“sy… i have to ask you something,” you mumbled, your cheeks turning hotter and hotter.
“go ahead,” his crimson eyes locked on yours, giving you his undivided attention.
“what am i… to you?”
he remained quiet; not because he didn't have an answer, but rather because he wanted you to elaborate.
when he realized that wasn't going to happen, he finally spoke.
“why, kitten?”
ugh.
you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, cursing him mentally.
he could always read your mind, so you hated when he made you speak up and potentially make a fool of yourself.
“because i… have feelings for you,” you finally confessed, hesitantly opening your eyes again.
his stare was softer than ever, but you also saw that infuriating smirk starting to appear.
what the hell was so funny?
“sylus, i'm being serious. i'm literally opening my heart to you,” you whispered, frowning slightly. “now answer the question… please.”
he pulled you closer to his chest, his hands slipping down your arms until they reached your lower back.
he didn't have the heart to tell you that you were already everything and anything that involved two people desperately loving each other.
lovers, partners, soulmates…
though, the fact that you were so clueless and genuinely thought you had no relationship whatsoever was adorable.
did you think he wouldn't notice your feelings and desires?
he could gobble you up.~
“sweetheart,” he finally purred, pressing his forehead against yours. “what do you think we've been doing all this time?”
you blinked quickly before narrowing your eyes.
“...making out and spending lots of time together?”
“hm? is that all?” he tapped the tip of your nose gently, and you scrunched it immediately after. “we're dating, kitten. we've been for a while.”
you gasped quietly.
“you— you never told me!”
“you never asked.”
you parted your lips, but didn't say anything. he had a point… well, not really, but how could you respond to that?
“i… i don't need to be asking something you could've just told me before! you never asked me out!”
he stared at you in silence before sighing heavily.
you were right.
one of his hands cupped your cheek, and he kissed your forehead.
so, apparently, labels could be somewhat important (or at least they were to you), and he would respect that and give you what you wanted.
“you are my everything, sweetie. i love you,” the words came out of his mouth so smoothly, you felt like you were floating.
you closed your eyes and hid from his view, nuzzling his neck and shoulder.
he chuckled, cradling your nape.
“and although we are very official and have been quite consistent in this… relationship, i do have to agree with you, kitten,” he stopped briefly, his voice becoming gentle. “i should've asked you out properly.”
you pulled away to stare at him, your eyes wide and your lips slightly parted.
“…are you going to do it now?” you asked quietly.
he grinned.
“do you want me to do it tomorrow?”
you huffed and pulled away, turning around once again and crossing your arms.
your tantrum didn't last long, though, since he pulled you back in place, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the spot to his heart's content.
despite your squeaks and futile kicking, he already knew you would say yes, and you were ready to give in and place a huge, red neon sign on his forehead that marked him as officially yours…
even when he always had been.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
this could've lasted for years and years without either of you realizing it.
you might've as well gotten married without even being a formal couple, and remained perfectly clueless.
in xavier's defense, you acted like a partner would, and since he wanted nothing more than to be your boyfriend, he claimed that spot fair and square.
he protected you, he spent his days hugging you, kissing you, looking at you with that gaze that made you want to squeeze him and leave him breathless…
and, for the rest of the world, you were the strongest and most adorable couple ever; the type that made everyone coo and admire you.
however, while xavier's brain was filled with very important questions, like whether the convenience store would have better deals during the weekend, you were wondering what the best way to confess your feelings would be.
you wanted things to go further, and since xavier wasn't pouring his heart out, you figured you'd have to.
one friday night, xavier was comfortably resting his head on your chest, his cheek adorably squished and his eyes staring up at you.
his light eyelashes fluttered slowly, like a cat trying to communicate and be painfully cute at the same time, without even intending to.
your heart was doing laps inside your ribcage, and you couldn't help but smooch him over and over again, unable to get enough.
“ugh! you're just so cute, xavi,” you groaned, squeezing his face with both hands. “i like you so much…”
he mumbled an “i like you too,” his gaze softening.
your heart fluttered, and in those ten silent seconds, you admired him.
it was the perfect time to reveal the truth.
“xavier… i meant it. i really, really like you. these past few weeks i've been… well, i've been thinking it would be amazing if we could be together,” you whispered.
he blinked softly, before nodding.
to him, you were simply asking to spend more time doing anything and everything, which was something you guys already did.
you frowned softly and took your hands away from his cheeks.
“...is that all? you're just going to nod?”
and he nodded again, although he was now confused, chasing your hand as he wasn't done getting affection.
“yes. we're always together; i'd like to spend even more time with you as well.”
oh, right.
he hadn't understood you.
you smiled softly and shook your head, once again returning your hand to where it was, to which he sighed contentedly.
“no, dummy bunny. i was talking about… you know, becoming more than friends. being properly together, like an official couple.”
his brain malfunctioned.
he looked at you before sitting up with slow movements, rubbing his eyes softly.
“weren't we already…?” he asked cautiously, almost as if he were living in a simulation.
you sat up as well, your smile faltering.
“uh… no?” you shook your head from side to side, thrown off by his genuine confusion.
“no…?”
“not that i remember. i mean, you've never asked, xav.”
his eyes finally went wide, and he averted his gaze, feeling his brain working ten times more than usual.
what the hell had he been doing then?
acting so shamelessly as your boyfriend, getting jealous of other guys, kissing you whenever he wanted, slipping under your covers while you weren't at home…
all while being nothing but what?
a fling?
you crawled closer to him, searching for his face, which looked seriously distressed.
“xavier? xavier, talk to me, what do you mean by that?”
he swallowed hard and covered his face with his hands, rubbing his skin.
“i thought we were already… i mean, you never— i just assumed…”
and it all clicked.
of course he would assume such a thing, especially given how you acted with him.
both of you looked like a mess now, covering your faces and remembering all of the times you guys did more than what friends are supposed to do.
the awkward moment stretched for two more minutes, until xavier's arms wrapped around your waist. he nuzzled your neck, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks.
“i want to be your boyfriend, i thought i was all this time, but seeing that i'm not, then…” he trailed off, hands gripping your skin over your clothes.
you hugged him back, feeling your heart beating fast. how did your confession uncover this cute misunderstanding?
“...can i be your boyfriend now?” he whispered, azure eyes meeting yours through his eyelashes. “and forever?”
how could you say no to that face?
you pushed him back and got on top of him, the cuteness aggression becoming unbearable once again.
you attacked him with thousands of quick kisses and light pecks, giggling and squeaking “yes, yes, yes!” over and over.
he smiled and held you close, relief washing over him.
but once he got his strength and courage back, he switched places, his body now caging yours against the mattress.
he'd show time and time again how amazing and caring he was as a boyfriend and a lover, but now that said role was explicitly established and with no room for any doubts whatsoever…
he would compete with that version of himself, to raise the bar even higher than before, so that you never regret making him yours forever.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
zayne low-key knew.
he knew you guys weren't actually together because he never formally asked, and it wasn't because he didn't want to; it was because it was too late to do it now.
months and months had gone by, and you kissed this man as if he were your husband, you marked him like a wild animal, and you showered him in praise and nothing but pure love.
he was afraid of your reaction once he popped the question at this point, because what if you already thought you guys were in a relationship?
what if you got offended?
what if you told him he was a clueless jerk?
you would get mad for sure, and he, selfishly enough, didn't want to risk ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him in years.
so, in his true fashion, he waited for things to develop at their own pace, and since everything was going amazingly, in his eyes you already shared a very strong bond.
furthermore, you didn't need words or labels to describe the situation as more than a friendship, and that was clear, especially to those around both of you.
come on, everyone thought you were a healthy marriage of years.
however, he failed to realize you were in a similar predicament, even more so as the “relationship” was growing steadily, so much so that he almost forgot it wasn't even one yet.
you didn't know if he saw you as his partner, or if you were just friends…
and he didn't ask you to be a couple either, so your brain was working overtime in a tiring way, trying to decipher where you stood in his hectic life.
during one of your visits to his office, you decided that enough was enough.
you were obviously aching to make him yours, and his silence and lack of initiative were unnerving.
you walked down the hall with purposeful steps, knocking firmly on his door.
when he opened up, he expected a kiss and a long hug, but instead, you walked right in and sat on his desk, beckoning him with a serious expression on your face.
oh no…
zayne closed the door behind him and approached, studying your demeanor and body language.
you were tense but confident; a weird combination that he'd never seen before.
“so, zayne,” you began, meeting his gaze. “are you afraid of relationships? of settling down?”
straight to the neck, fast and unmerciful.
his fingers twitched by his sides, his eyes going wide. he wasn't expecting this at all.
“my flower—”
“yes or no?” you whispered, standing up. “because i love you, and i want us to be together.”
his heart fell to his stomach.
so… you didn't know what you were, either?
he felt both confused and guilty.
“you… did not think we were already dating?” he quietly said, fingers carefully removing his glasses, mostly as a nervous habit. he rubbed his temples, sighing heavily.
you narrowed your eyes.
“why would i think such a thing when you haven't opened up?”
okay, yeah. fair.
zayne finally stepped closer, his eyebrows furrowed.
“i am aware i did not make… the most sensible decisions, but i must be honest with you,” he whispered.
“i'm listening,” you crossed your arms under your chest, waiting for his explanation.
“i made a lot of assumptions,” he began, his hands resting beside your thighs. “and one of them was that we were already together.”
you blinked.
“excuse me?”
“months ago.”
your jaw dropped.
this man…
“but— huh? how… when… zayne!”
he looked away, feeling his face turn bright red.
“your affection grew along with your bold gestures, and i assumed you thought of us as a couple. i did not want to ruin things by properly asking you out and… bursting that bubble.”
silence.
you didn't know what to say, what to do, what to complain about.
“so… you just assumed you were my boyfriend? or rather, you assumed that i… assumed we were together?” you groaned, both at the unnecessary repetition of the word and the chaos of the situation.
he was mr. control, mr. cool, mr. methodical.
and now, he was mr. unbelievable.
“i am afraid, yes,” he admitted, hazel eyes traveling up to meet yours with shame and longing.
you stepped closer to him, and closer, until your chests were almost pressed together.
“zaynie…”
“but i do love you. i love you endlessly; i am far from afraid of settling down with you,” he reached for your hands almost hesitantly, and, thankfully, you let him.
“please, forgive my foolishness, my flower,” his lips met your knuckles, and everything inside you softened up.
it was so sweet, but so stupid at the same time.
“zayne,” you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “you're lucky you're cute.”
he was stunned into silence, lips slightly parted.
“and i forgive you,” you grinned, pulling him closer. “but you have to make up for lost time.”
his brows furrowed.
“how so?”
“you have to properly ask me out, silly. take me out more, kiss me more, and then—”
zayne cut you off with a kiss, soft, slow, and sweet. the only thing that mattered was that you had forgiven him.
when he pulled away, he nuzzled your nose.
“...and then, my love?”
you felt your cheeks burning almost immediately. he had you wrapped around his finger, even when you wanted to strangle him sometimes.
“then… i'll say yes, obviously.”
all the tension left his body, finally.
that was what he needed to hear.
but, obviously, becoming your boyfriend now would be pointless.
he would start looking for a ring, because after all this time, it was far more appropriate to make you his spouse.~
#excuse me but are you telling me that the Apollo pic is made with the help of the SUN and the Artemis one with the help of the MOON??? #that's actually so poetic i want to cry
@gorandomshesaid wait i need to sit with this one. wait.
Reblog and put in the tags: In terms of controversy, discourse, infighting, ship wars, etc., which of the fandom’s you’ve been was the most stressful? Which was the most peaceful?
and what if i said that jio humps his pillow/mattress in absolute frustration post-spirit world quest because while he still doesn’t trust farmer fully he can’t help but get off to them and the image of how hot they look while using a sword
Since Spring Break is coming to an end, I gotta get back in the writing swing so— JIO MY BELOVED <33
Also, anon— what if I kissed your brain???? /srs
Jio just couldn't get his mind off of you.
With the Spirit World cleansed, and the forces of Gabriella thrown back into the shadows once more...although the Cult's plans weren't yet completed, it was at least a small period in time where he and his fellows were allowed some much-deserved rest. A time when they could all briefly set off to perform and complete their own personal tasks before being called back to service once more.
Except...he couldn't.
The mental images of you fighting flashed inside his mind as if he were suddenly cursed by a spell to see nothing but you and only you.
Memories of how you fought the monsters and plagued spirits alike— while Jio wanted to say that it was a simple admiration of your capabilities and skills in battle, how you defied his beginning assumptions that you were nothing more than a farmer...deep down, he knew better than that. His own body knew better than that as his cock began to stir as he lay down in his bed, the idea of sleep becoming more and more evasive as his mind continued to hone in on you.
Certain details became more of a focus.
The determination in your gaze.
The fearsomeness with which you held your blade.
How the sweat made your skin glisten.
With a shaky hand, Jio slowly pulled his pillow out from underneath his head as he turned to lie on his stomach. His cock was throbbing so hard that it nearly hurt, his shameful need for you seeming to grow by the millisecond as the elf rushed to pull down his sweats just enough to free his weeping cock before situating his pillow underneath him. "J-Just enough to satiate..." The elf murmured to himself, his face a fiery red color as he slowly started to fuck the soft space in which his folded-up pillow provided.
He doubted the weak feeling of the pillow could compare to your sex.
As he sank deeper into the pleasurable feeling, soft pants and groans began to fall from Jio's lips as his eyes fluttered closed to focus on the picture of you that was forming inside his head. He just knew, knew that your sex would feel sooooo much better wrapped around your cock. Whenever the two of you met each other's gaze, even though he always met your own with distrust and, at other times, annoyance. You always looked so happy to see him, as if you were just itching for the opportunity to hear a compliment, a word of praise, or more from him.
The way your gaze lingered...the sound of his name on your tongue—he couldn't help the way his cock throbbed and ached at the memory that he realized he had been taking for granted.
"Y-Y/N..." Jio moaned, his hands clutching into fists as he rutted into his pillow even harder, even faster as he chased up his building orgasm, timing his thrusts in tune with the picture of you in his head and how he imagined how you'd bounce up and down on his cock.
Your hands firmly placed on his shoulders while you eagerly brought your hips up and down his length, meaningless babbles falling from your lips as Jio could've sworn little hearts were beginning to form in your eyes as you continued to beg him for more.
More, more, more.
"Jio—!" He could've sworn he heard your needy whine outside of his head. "F-Feels so good...! Please—" You didn't even have to finish your sentence before Jio was giving you exactly what you wanted. His thrusts became even harsher as Jio whispered—nearly pleaded for you. He wanted you so badly that it hurt. He wanted everything about you, but...he didn't dare to admit that aloud to himself just yet, after all, he was still swearing up and down that this was just a moment of him not thinking straight. Once he came, went to sleep, and woke up the next day...all would be normal again.
"Y/N—" Jio grunted, having to bite his bottom lip to keep too much of a needy sound from leaving his throat. "C-Cumming...!" He grunted, only managing a few more thrusts before he finally stilled against his pillow, a satisfied, drawn-out sigh leaving his lips as ropes and ropes of his spent splattered onto the pillow. As Jio relaxed against the pillow, his breathing slowly returning to normalcy...a quiet sigh of disbelief left his lips.
"This is just a small moment of weakness..." He told himself.
He swore to himself that he didn't like you as much as his imagination said otherwise, it was all just him being stressed and needing a way of letting it out!
