Content: hybrid!au, afab!reader (she/her used), lion hybrid!enjin, handjob (m receiving), cumplay, fingering, p in v, dom!reader, ruts, desperate men whining, breeding kink, overworking, love island references, kind of sugar mommy!reader, minors DNI
Pairing: enjin x reader
Word Count: 10.7k
A/N: I can’t really decide whether I love or hate this. As per last time, if anything is OOC please don’t tell me!!! I was just having too much fun imagining Enjin w cute little ears.
Your apartment was silent, the only sound the click of the door as you push it closed behind you. Floor-to-ceiling windows on the far wall reveal the city, unfurled and glittering with lights that could only be appreciated fully from high up and late at night.
Dinner had been eaten in stolen mouthfuls at your desk as you finished up editing some contracts. You’d sent them over for your paralegal to review on Monday before you’d decided you were done for the night. You’d made sure she went home on time, promising her that you’d be out just behind her - a white lie she’d tell you off for later.
Heels kicked off in the entryway, you pad over to the well-stocked wine fridge, grab a crisp, cold bottle and a glass, and sink into the plush material of your sofa. It was basically good as new with all the time you spent at home. The partners at your firm had told you time and again that really, this wasn’t the kind of company where you had to bill eighty hour weeks. You always smiled and assured them that the late nights and weekends in the office were because you loved the work, not because you felt you had to prove yourself.
And you did!
But another contributing factor was that there was nothing for you at home. At least in the office you had coworkers, chats around the coffee machine, clients to soothe and arm with reams of meticulously prepared documents - things to get done.Those same people had real homes. Loved ones waiting for them, pets, housemates. It almost made you miss sharing a house. Almost.
The dim lighting in your apartment couldn’t hide the sharp lines, the minimalist aesthetic that you’d curated for yourself. Low stress, satisfyingly clean. Like a model home, unlived in, other than the bookshelves/television stand that took up the whole wall, stuffed full of well-loved volumes.
You unlock your phone with a sigh, taking a decidedly un-elegant glug of wine. Who cared, it was only you here anyway. It opened on the chat thread with your best friend, your lifeline, who’d moved to Paris last year. The link was still there - a news article.
Hybrids: The Best Option for Busy Professionals?
The headline had done nothing but make you snort in amusement when you’d received it earlier in the day, surrounded by the bustle of the office, but now that the quiet was hovering over you like a storm-cloud you couldn’t stop yourself from clicking.
The journalist listed the beneficial qualities of hybrid pets over animals - they were relatively self sufficient so didn’t need you to be home all day, they were good company, affectionate, helpful, and so on and so forth. You scrolled past pictures of grinning dog hybrids, sleek cat hybrids, and the interview with an anonymous business man and his rabbit hybrid. ‘It’s just so nice to have someone to come home to!’ He’s quoted as saying, and you find yourself shuddering in pity for the poor bunny, refusing to acknowledge your own hypocrisy.
The article went so far as to include links to adoption centres and specialist agencies across the country. You pour yourself another glass, the amount of liquid left in the bottle dwindling alarmingly quickly. The first place was just outside your city, and had a plethora of different hybrid types. A few catch your eye, and you hover your thumb over their profiles for just a moment before imagining them clawing at your meticulously pristine furniture, or twitching and drooling at your sofa. The thought alone makes you move along.
No - you had a very specific aesthetic, a powerful job, buckets of corporate money with nothing to funnel it into except for your mortgage and groceries. You could fritter away a portion of it on a hybrid that suited you, who was going to stop you?
You pour another glass, frowning when it only fills your glass halfway. You go back to the list of links, squinting to focus your eyes on the screen. T. C. Exotic Hybrids
Perfect. A glossier website than the others, precisely formulated fact files on each of the hybrids on offer. The long lashes and horns of an antelope hybrid catch your eye briefly, and then you’re distracted by the rounded chubby cheeks of a sugar glider. Before you know it, you’re at the bottom of the webpage where another link flashes at you from the screen.
[Predators →]
Now this is what you were talking about. Striking eyes stare out at you, some revealing sharped teeth to the camera - you didn’t have any security worries in your high rise, but one can never be too safe! You’re entranced by the bulk of a bear hybrid, cooing at his cute ears, and read every word of the care description of a cheetah hybrid like you’d already paid for her.
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The early morning light makes you scrunch your nose in discontent. Had you forgotten to close your curtains last night? One eye cracks open just to realise you’d never made it to bed at all - you’d passed out, still in your work clothes, in the corner of the sofa with your phone in hand. You rub at your face, picking yourself up and taking your drained wine glass to the sink.
You were in the middle of making your breakfast when your phone emits the cheerful whoosh! of an incoming email. Expecting work, you skim the subject line and stop dead.
[Subject: Hybrid Enquiry]
‘No way,’ You mutter, kicking your wine-drunk self for making decisions that you affect sober you. At least it was just an enquiry, right?
Thank you for your interest in one of our hybrids! Your initial application form has been carefully assessed by our team and we have determined that you would be a great fit for one of our predator-class hybrids. Congratulations!
In line with the availability you submitted, we have organised a meeting time. Should you choose to proceed with the adoption, your £650 application fee will go towards materials for getting your hybrid settled.
We look forward to seeing you soon!
You check the date they’d listed on the email, and then your calendar. That was today. In a few hours. ‘No way,’ You groan, louder. And you’d paid real money? Were you insane?! The email hadn’t even listed the hybrid you’d applied for - and you couldn’t find any evidence either. Maybe it was the cheetah?
A quick read of the hybrid forums emphasised the importance of wearing something that smelled like you, like a favourite hoodie, to allow them to get used to your scent. Maybe it was lucky after all that you’d slept in your clothes. Work trousers swapped for a more comfortable pair of jeans, you head out. From your car, you shoot a text to your friend to blame her for your predicament, and get only a row of laughing emojis in response.
You curse her under your breath as you park outside T. C. Exotic. Usually a drive in the car you’d spent your first big bonus on soothed you, but today it did little for your nerves. What if you’d applied for the bear? Would he even fit in the passenger seat?
The clack of your heels echoed on the polished floor, drawing the attention of the man sitting behind the reception desk. He stands, a serene smile on his face.
‘Ah, you must be my twelve o’clock,’ His voice is smooth, putting you at ease. The brass name tag pinned to his white collared shirt reads Tamsy Caines. ‘You know, I was surprised to get your application. Most women prefer prey-class hybrids.’
You chuckle nervously. ‘I guess I like to stand out,’ You joke, fiddling with the strap of your handbag.
‘There’s nothing wrong with that,’ Tamsy smiles, taking a folder from a drawer and leading you towards a set of double doors. He tapped in a code on the keypad and held one of the doors open for you. ‘Ladies first.’
The centre looked more like an up-scale hotel than the animal shelter you were expecting. The doors were dark wood, with emblazoned symbols on them denoting the species of hybrid held within. Small tables along the hallway featured thriving houseplants, and overhead skylights bathed the corridors in natural sunlight. You pass a lively dining area, peeking into the open door for a brief moment to see a dozen hybrids chatting to one another.
‘This is the prey-class area,’ Tamsy says, pulling your attention away. ‘The predators require their own space, for obvious reasons.’ He may have caught the slightly horrified look on your face. ‘Our hybrids are highly unlikely to harm one another, or humans, but we find it’s best practice that there be some separation. It’s more soothing for everyone.’
It was far less appealing to have a hybrid that was going to go out of its way to maul anyone you pass in the park.
‘May I ask what interested you in our selection?’ Tamsy asks, tapping in another key code on a more robust set of doors.
‘I work a lot,’ You blurt out, stomach churning with nerves. ‘My friend was getting worried and sent me an article about hybrids - she thinks it’d help me to have someone around the house - and they’d recommended you.’
‘So a lucky piece of advertising?’ Tamsy quips. He stops in front of a door without an animal symbol. ‘This is one of our meeting rooms,’ He explains. ‘You make yourself comfortable in here, have a look through his information, and I’ll bring Enjin through to meet you.’ He looks at you carefully. ‘Do try not to be nervous. This is an exciting day for the two of you.’ He gives you that serene smile and hands over the file you’d seen him take out of the reception desk.
You open the door as his footsteps fade. The comfortable lounge space welcomes you in, windows flung wide and circulating fresh air and birdsong. The tension in your shoulders loosens somewhat as you take a seat, crossing your legs carefully and opening the file.
A photo of a hybrid you don’t remember seeing stares up at you, fluffy ears poking out from his tousled blond hair. The introduction page couldn’t be clearer as to what you were getting yourself in for. At the top of the page, in a font size three times bigger than the rest of the words: LION. You skim the following pages, information on feeding routines, hybrid’s history, care instructions. Your head spun. What were you supposed to do with a lion?!
The muted sound of the latch clicking into place drew your attention, and you snap the file closed. You felt like a deer in the headlights. The hybrid towered over you, looking down and pinning you in place with his golden eyes. If not for the sound of the door, you wouldn’t have known he was even there, and it seemed impossible that someone so huge could move in silence.
You squeak something that you hope sounds like ‘Hello,’ and Enjin grins, revealing lethal canines.
‘Cute,’ He says, loping across the floor with an easy grace and setting himself into the chair opposite yours. ‘Tamsy said you were wound up. No need to be scared, ma,’ He slouches back into the chair, long legs spreading wide, and you couldn’t help but notice the cute puff of fur on the tip of his tail as it swung lazily over the arm of the chair.
‘I’m not wound up,’ You huff. ‘This just isn’t where I thought I’d be today.’
‘Oh?’ His eyes sharpen with interest.
Given the opportunity to unload the horrors of your day, you jumped at it. You rub at your forehead with two manicured fingers. ‘I got home late from work late and drank a bunch of wine and somehow managed to submit an application. I didn’t even realise I’d done it and then this morning found out I’d already paid a ridiculously expensive application fee - stop laughing!’
The hybrid was shaking with barely contained laughter, his face lit up with mirth and a thousand miles from the intimidating expression he’d had when he’d first stepped into the room. ‘Sorry, that’s just so stupid.’
‘I know,’ You admit, letting your head fall to rest on the back of the chair.
‘I won’t complain though,’ He says, voice rumbling pleasantly. ‘’S not often I get requests, ‘n it gets boring in here.’
You lift your head, looking at him with surprise. ‘Really? But you’re so,’ You motion at him. ‘I would’ve thought at least some kind of security company would want someone like you.’
‘They’ve tried,’ His voice is devious. ‘But I always make them back out in the end.’
His playful tone and easy banter makes it easy to open up to him, and you chat about your diabolically poor work-life balance and the half-drunk idea that having a hybrid would mean you get home at normal hours without sacrificing your career. Ten minutes pass before you realise you hadn’t asked him anything, instead sitting and rambling about your lonely evenings.
‘How long have you been here?’ You blurt. ‘Sorry, is that rude? I don’t know the etiquette of these things.’
‘You’re good,’ Enjin waves away your worried stammering. ‘Uh… two years maybe?’
‘That’s a long time…’ You say, half to yourself.
‘I’d rather be here than working my ass off for some dude in a warehouse somewhere,’ He says sourly, and you think back to the pages of the file you’d flipped through. Lion hybrids need, on average, about fifteen hours of sleep per day. Not exactly conducive to getting a job.
‘So you want to be a housecat?’
He leans forward, elbows on his knees and fingers laced under his chin. ‘I’ll be anything you want me to be, mama.’
Filling out the forms didn’t take as long as you thought it would. Enjin perched on the counter beside you, tail flicking, as you finished all of the sections and double checked you had all your information, paying the eye-watering charge for your new… pet? Housemate?
Tamsy presented you with what he called a ‘beginner care kit’, filled with vacuum sealed packs of raw meat and the file you’d been reading earlier. He promised you that it had everything that you’d need to know. ‘But if you have any questions, you know how to get in contact with me. Good luck, you two!’ He chirps as he waves the two of you head out the door.
As soon as you’re safely back in your car, Enjin folded into the passenger seat, reality hits you. What have you done?!
You stop by a locksmith on your way back to the apartment, getting a spare key cut. Having a hybrid trapped in your house felt like you were turning into Mother Gothel.
Enjin whistled lowly when you unlocked the front door, and moved straight over to the fridge to store the bucketloads of meat you’d just been given. He stalked through the kitchen to the living room, inspecting all the corners and taking a look out of the window onto the cityscape below.
‘What do you think?’ You ask, trying not to give away how much you wanted his approval.
He turned to you with a wide smile on his handsome face. ‘I’m thinking about how great it is that you’re pretty and rich.’
Day 3
Living with another person was going to take some getting used to.
Although Enjin had a bedroom, you learned early on that he didn’t use it. One morning you were up early for work, barely conscious. You beelined for the kitchen, dreaming of pricey bag of coffee beans a client had gifted you. You flicked the switch on your espresso machine with a yawn and leant against the counter to check your emails.
‘Good morning,’ A voice purred from behind you, making you jump out of your skin.
‘Jesus, warn a girl first,’ You said, whipping around to see Enjin, stretched out on the sofa in nothing but a pair of loose basketball shorts. ‘And put on some clothes!’
‘I got too hot,’ He grumbled, his eyes raking down your body. ‘Besides, if you’re gonna complain about me you’ve gotta fix yourself first. Not that I mind the view.’
You’d gotten so used to wandering around your apartment in the vest and short-shorts you slept in that it was second nature to trot straight out of your bedroom without changing. You feel yourself flushing and march back to get dressed, trailed by Enjin’s laughing.
Day 6
Your main objective for getting a hybrid was realised pretty quickly. Getting out of work on time became routine within the first week. There was never anything out of place when you got home, so it wasn’t that you were worried Enjin had destroyed anything in your absence, but just the idea of there being someone present was enough to see you leaving the office while the sun was still in the sky.
A second, unexpected benefit raised its head early on too. Enjin could, technically, survive on raw meat. But why do that when it could be cooked into a meal?
Instead of rushed microwave meals over your keyboard, your evenings were instead spent playfully bickering in your previously underused kitchen with a six-three slab of muscle listing off cheesy chat-up lines at you from your kitchen island while you cooked. He had offered to help, but backed off when you said that being in the kitchen at the same time as another person was your worst nightmare come to life.
Now, he just sat and watched you move between the stove and your prep area, making sure the music matched your vibe on whatever evening it was, and handing you utensils when you needed them. In short, he was the perfect sous chef.
You plate up the food; tonight’s menu was steaming bowls of creamy pasta, steak, and roasted broccoli. A far cry from limp microwaved carbonara. You moan to yourself in satisfaction as you make your way to the sofa, Enjin trailing after you. The next episode of the show you’d started together was already queued up on the screen, and the two of you provided a running commentary between mouthfuls of food.
‘Ben’s clearly an asshole but Harry’s not much better. He’s leading them both on.’ You wrinkle your nose in distaste.
‘Shakira could definitely do better than Harry,’ Enjin agrees, waving his fork at the screen. ‘But mark my words, they’ll be endgame.’
‘Wanna bet?’ You say, and he stretches his hand across for you to shake.
Bowls emptied and placed in the dishwasher, you curl into your corner of the sofa. You had a side now, it wasn’t just you and the infinite space of the apartment. Your eyes flitted between the screen and Enjin, who was still complaining about the pool that the show’s contestants seemed to be ignoring entirely.
‘If I had a pool like that I’d be in there twenty four seven, why are they just sitting around it?!’ He glanced over at you and caught you looking at him, flashing you a smile. ‘What?’
‘I dunno. I just started thinking about how this is what I wanted,’ You flush, tucking your chin under the collar of your jumper. ‘When my friend sent me the link I thought I’d end up with a dog or cat hybrid, but I’m glad it was you.’
‘Look at you going all soft on me,’ Enjin crooned, his smile widening. ‘I’m glad you got wine drunk and made bad decisions.’
You stretch out one leg to kick him in the thigh but he catches your ankle, stroking the skin there and moving your leg across his lap. ‘No violence, I’ll call animal welfare on you.’
Day 20
Spring meant that the days were lengthening, the evening sun casting beautiful rays of light into your apartment. You stand at the window, looking over the city, hair hanging damp around your shoulders from your after-work shower.
‘I always wanted to go on a sunset walk down the river,’ You say aloud, tracing the glittering course of the water with your finger against the glass.
‘So why don’t you?’ Enjin asks from his post on the sofa, tail flicking lazily.
‘Are you kidding? I’m a girl. Walking alone as it gets dark is not as relaxing as it should be when you think there are kidnappers around every corner.’ You sigh, staring wistfully.
A prod at your cheek made you snap out of it. ‘Who said anything about being alone, mama. What’s the point of having a me around if not to scare off kidnappers?’
‘I thought you didn’t want to do security,’ You reply, batting his hand away from your face.
‘Not for a dude in a warehouse, but I’d do it for someone like you.’ Enjin starts towards the door, pulling on his trainers and a battered baseball cap, beckoning for you to join him.
In the elevator down to the ground floor you flick the brim of his cap. ‘What’s with the hat?’
‘The ears are harder to hide than the tail,’ He shrugged indifferently. ‘’M proud of what I come from, but if I’m walking with a pretty girl I want to be any other guy, y’know? Seeing ‘the king of the jungle’ in the middle of a city turns heads.’ His tattooed fingers trace quote marks into the air as he speaks.
You hum thoughtfully. ‘I get it.’ You smile up at him, straightening the hat on his head. ‘We can give you the full ‘normal guy on a sunset date’ experience.’
Enjin’s not even sure if you know what you’ve said. The elevator doors open and you practically skip out, the siren song of the riverside working its magic on you. The route takes you directly past your favourite cafe, and you nip in for a moment to order two hot chocolates. The wind by the river still holds some of the winter chill in it despite the arrival of spring.
He accepts the cup from you, his nose pink from the wind, and listens to you preaching about how this was the best hot chocolate simply because they melted down real chocolate chips for each drink. You slip your arm through his, exclaiming wordlessly at just how much prettier the view is from the ground.
Magnolia and cherry trees bloomed along the walkway, the golden hour sunlight plucking out all of the details of the individual flowers and illuminating the petals that shivered off the branches when the wind blew.
You walked for longer than you’d expected, conversation flowing easily. Your arm hooked through his becomes almost normal, like this was something you did every day. The sunset spreads across the sky, spectacularly vibrant, and then fades into the deep blue of evening. The cue to head back home. The chill became more vicious once the dark settles around you, and you shiver a little despite your jumper. Maybe checking the weather report before running out the apartment next time would be a good idea.
The shivering becoming more pronounced draws Enjin’s attention, and without missing a beat he releases his arm from yours, wrapping it instead around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.
‘C’mere, ma.’ Respite from the wind combined with his insane body heat offered you instant relief, and you relax into his body. ‘Wear a coat next time, we don’t want the breadwinner getting sick.’
‘You just want me for my money,’ You laugh, and he leans down to rest his cheek against the top of your head for a moment.
‘Hey, I like your cooking too.’
He won’t let you go even in the elevator back up to the apartment, hand rubbing your upper arm to fight the cold.
‘Who knew walking without fearing for your life would be so nice?’ You joke as you push the door of the apartment open, toeing off your shoes. You turn to your companion, noticing for a moment the sliver of skin between his t-shirt and jeans that appears when he reaches up to put his hat back on the shelf. ‘How was your normal guy time?’
‘Couldn’t have asked for better.’
‘Oh! I almost forgot.’ You grab the front of his shirt, using it as leverage to pull him down to your level to press a quick kiss to his cheek. ‘Any good normal guy date ends with a kiss goodnight. I’ve got to be up early tomorrow for a meeting. I’ll be home about six-ish.’
Your chatter distracts you from noticing the fact that Enjin had turned into a man-shaped statue in the doorway, only moving a muscle once you’d disappeared into your bedroom with a distant ‘night!’
Frustration coiled in him, low in his belly. Your soft touches, the press of your lips, your body against his. The fact that he was just your pet. He’d never be able to sleep like this - even though you’d warned him about late night showers and losing your vital hours of sleep, he thought you’d understand. Stupid expensive apartment and its stupid massaging showerhead.
The water beat down on his shoulders, doing its best to relieve the tension that had his muscles bunched as if he was about to pounce. The noise was enough to mask the muffled groans that managed to escape the mean way that he bit down on his lip as he fisted his cock, thinking of how your chest had pressed up against him while you’d walked, how pretty your mouth would look around him -
He jolts as he cums, legs barely holding him upright as he leans on the tiled wall, letting it sap the heat from his skin.
Day 32
At first you think the noise is some sort of power drill the upstairs neighbours are running. A low rumbling, finding its way over the noise of your morning shower. You turn off the water, stepping out and into one of your fluffy towels.
There’s a knock on the front door, and you dry yourself haphazardly. Enjin had been napping in his room so he wouldn’t have heard the door, and you were certain the parcel your friend had sent you from Paris was supposed to arrive today. Towel secured around you and modesty (mostly) intact you hurry down the hall, droplets of water hitting the polished floorboards in your wake.
You jump when upon reaching the living room - Enjin was sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the front door and his tail lashing irritably, the dark fur on the tip puffed up in agitation. What you’d thought was a power drill was actually a growl rumbling from his chest.
‘Heard of answering the door?’ You ask, heading over to the entryway.
‘Are you insane?!’ He all but yells from behind you, launching himself off the sofa and past you to the door in a few steps. He opens the door a fraction of an inch, staring down the poor mailman.
‘Parcel for 801?’ The mailman manages, and Enjin sticks his hand through the minute gap that he’d allowed. ‘Have a good day, sir!’
He closes the door before the man had even finished speaking. Enjin turns, holding out your parcel.
‘What was that about? Please don’t kill the postman,’ You laugh, the amusement fading when you process his blown out pupils. ‘You okay?’
His eyes on you make you very aware that you’re only in a towel. A droplet of water traces its way down your chest and disappears into your cleavage. One tawny ear flicks, and he averts his eyes.
‘He came too close,’ Enjin grumbles, nearly too quietly for you to hear. ‘’N then I thought he was gonna see you like that.’
The agitated movement of his tail drew your attention. Lions were territorial, right? This must be one of those instinctual behaviours that hybrids have programmed into them. You give him a soft smile that you hope is reassuring. ‘Why don’t you go sit down, Jin? I’ll get dressed ‘n maybe we can watch a movie or something.’ You step forward, raising a hand carefully to the top of his head, scratching the back of one of his ears gently. ‘You did a good job protecting us.’ His ear twitches again as you step back and head to your room.
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‘Literally what are you saying to my face right now,’ You’re stunned, remote in hand, out of your towel and into your favourite lazy Saturday outfit. ‘How can you have never seen the Lion King?!’
Enjin is still sulking, his mood lightening ever so slightly under your attention. ‘Why would I watch a movie for kids?’
‘You were a kid once, though!’
He shrugs. ‘We were a no-TV household.’
‘We’re watching it,’ You decide, hitting play and grabbing your iced coffee from the side table. ‘And you’d better pay attention.’
You surprised yourself by still remembering all the words to the songs, belting out how you just can’t wait to be king!with the TV remote acting as a microphone. Enjin’s attention was split between you and the screen, an amused smirk replacing the frown that had been there since the postman incident.
After half an hour Enjin had ended up lying with his head in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair absentmindedly. He had become completely absorbed in the film, eyes wide and pupils pinprick-small with focus. It was the most catlike you’d seen him.
A rumbling hum sounds over the film as your nails graze the back of the lion hybrid’s ear, and Enjin’s cheeks pink.
‘What was that?’ You ask, a laugh bubbling behind your words.
‘Nothing, don’t worry about it.’ He grumbles. ‘Watch your movie.’
You do - for a moment - until you repeat your actions, just to check. The fur on the back of his ear is downy and soft, and you scratch ever-so-lightly at its base, once again drawing that rumbling noise from your poor hybrid.
This time, despite the embarrassed look on his face, Enjin leans back into your touch. You can feel the vibration of his vocalising through your fingertips, moving to massage the rounded tips of his ears.
You watch his face as Scar tricks Simba into going into the gorge. At the moment that Simba’s ears pin back against his head when the wildebeest are stampeding Enjin’s do the same, as if in solidarity. A tiny line appears between the hybrid’s brows, and you feel him tensing.
‘Long live the King,’ Scar hisses from the screen. Enjin bolts up from your lap, turning to you with anguish.
‘What the fuck?!’
‘Sorry babe,’ You smile sheepishly.
He drops back into his spot, grabbing your wrist and placing your hand back onto his head. ‘Simba better get revenge.’
Forty minutes later, he’s on his feet and yelling at the TV. Your phone’s camera is centred on him, capturing the moment. For blackmail purposes.
‘That’s my boy! That’s my fuckin’ boy! Ay, stop recording me!’
Later, in bed, you scroll through the search results for can lions purr? The general consensus was no, they don’t have the anatomy for purring - but when they feel safe, relaxed, or affectionate they will chuff. You click on a YouTube link, watching a lioness rub the top of her head into a person’s palm and making the same rumbling that Enjin had made at your ministrations earlier. Cute.
Day 40
It had been over a month since you’d spent a weekend in the office. At first you’d been worried that there would be comments about your lack of output, a pile-up of emails on Monday morning, angry clients and disappointed partners. In reality, your regular clients had commented on how happy you looked. Other associates were asking if you had started seeing someone new. Your paralegal, the only person other than your managing partner that knew about Enjin, would ask strategically worded questions about your ‘pet’ with a coy smile.
That’s why, instead of being neck deep in unfair dismissal claims, you were stretching your way languidly out of bed at ten in the morning. Enjin was already in the kitchen, as usual. The little green light on your espresso machine was already lit, and you shoot him a fond glance.
‘Trying to get me caffeinated already?’ You ask, opening the fridge and assessing its bare shelves.
‘I heard you moving around all night,’ He says by way of explanation. ‘Don’t want to deal with you being annoyed all day just ‘cause you didn’t sleep.’
You shut the fridge firmly. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up. There’s a couple of deadlines coming up that I couldn’t stop thinking about,’ Your voice trails off as your mind becomes a list of tasks and spreadsheets. ‘Anyway! We don’t have any food. Get dressed, we’re going out.’
Walking past one of the big reflective windows on your way to a brunch spot your paralegal had recommended months ago, you take the chance to appreciate Enjin’s side profile. He really was handsome, you mused. Even a month after bringing him home you weren’t quite used to how good-looking he was. The slouchy, oversized jumper and loose jeans he’d ordered online with your card gave him that effortlessly cool look that had made you stare when he’d shown off his purchases to you last week. Your outfit, which you’d put on in the optimistic hope that you’d go to Pilates for the first time in eons after breakfast, made you looked like polar opposites.
‘No cap today?’ You noticed.
‘No one’s gonna be looking at me when you’re right there,’ He replies, making you shove him playfully - which, of course, doesn’t move him an inch.
Your destination was tucked into the older quarter of the city centre, with a rooftop patio to allow you to enjoy the views of the historic architecture. The coffee was just as good as your paralegal had assured you - they’d had bags of their specialty roast on the counter that you were nearly tempted to take home - and the menu claimed to have been formulated by a Michelin-star chef.
Enjin chucked the menu on the table in front of him, giving up on the wordy descriptions. ‘What happened to normal breakfast?’ He complained. You hushed him, eyes flicking over to the waitress clearing a table nearby. ‘I bet they’re all teeny tiny portions too,’ His tone is mocking, and although the portions that you’ve seen being brought out look generous by normal standards, they won’t be enough to satisfy your hybrid’s seemingly bottomless stomach.
‘Get two then,’ You say simply. ‘I’m paying anyway.’
‘Ah, my rich girl.’
When the waitress returns, he picks not one but three dishes. You’d brought this upon yourself, you supposed. The food was delicious, and even Enjin had stopped complaining about the portions and the pricing to tuck in.
You finish well before him, fiddling with your napkin as you watch him eat. ‘Enjin?’
‘Yeah?’ He manages around a mouthful of breakfast burger.
‘You don’t regret coming back with me, right?’
‘Why would I regret that?’
’I don’t know… I just started worrying on my way home from work the other day,’ You say shakily, shredding the napkin between your fingers into increasingly tiny pieces. ‘I go out every day ‘n leave you all by yourself, and when we do things it’s always what I want. I don’t want you to feel, like, unenriched or something.’
He snorts at that. ‘I’m not a zoo animal, I can enrich myself just fine.’ Leaning across the table, he stills your frantic hands, forcing you to look up at him. ‘If I wasn’t happy, trust me, angel, you’d know about it. Being with you is the best thing I could’ve imagined out of that place.’
‘So you don’t wish you’d gone with someone else?’
‘No way. They only saw the hybrid type and wanted to use that to their own means. Sure, your motivation was self-serving, but you came in and saw me. Besides, none of those guys would have let me nap on their couch, and they weren’t half as nice to look at.’
You sag back into your seat. ‘Thank goodness.’
The city had well and truly woken up by the time you were back out on the pavement, weaving your way towards your normal Pilates studio. Enjin trailed after you, the crowds parting for him in a way you envied.
The glass front of the studio gleamed in the light. Tucking into the open doorway to escape the foot traffic, you turn to Enjin.
‘My class is only an hour, so I can give you my card and you can come back when I’m done,’ You say, digging through your tote to find your wallet.
‘I can’t stay with you?’ The pout is tangible in his voice.
‘It won’t be very interesting,’ You reply, rolling your eyes. ‘You’ll have way more fun exploring or something.’
He grumbles something under his breath as you press your wallet into his hand.
The ponytailed receptionist behind the desk chirps. ‘We do have a hybrid-friendly policy!’
‘You hear that?’ Enjin says, pointing in her direction. ‘Hybrid friendly.’
‘I can’t stop you,’ You relent, throwing your hands up in surrender.
‘Great!’ The receptionist’s bright tone makes you wonder instantly if you should have shoved him out the door. ‘You’re welcome to participate, or you can sit in on the session,’ She says to Enjin, her smile particularly friendly as she takes him in fully. She turns to you. ‘It’ll be an extra fee on your membership.’
‘Great,’ You mutter, stalking through to your usual room as Enjin makes sure to give the receptionist an extra ‘thanks’ in his warmest tone.
You unfurl your mat, greeting the instructor and explaining the presence of your hybrid. He stretches out on the floor beside your mat, supporting his head with one tattooed hand. He looks his most leonine like this, you muse. Like the lions in those nature documentaries, lazing in the sun. Utterly relaxed. Irritatingly so.
He joins in with infuriating ease, barely needing to put any effort in at all. Instead, he spends the session watching you - the stretch of your muscles, the exerted flush of your cheeks, the cute noise you make when you nearly lose your balance. He’s so distracting that you put more effort into ignoring him than into your workout.
And he did the whole thing in jeans.
It was the most torturous hour of your life.
‘I’m never bringing you here ever again,’ You mutter furiously as you walk past the desk, Enjin returning the receptionist’s enthusiastic wave.
‘I had fun,’ He shrugs, the cocky smirk on his face making you groan.
‘I bet you did. The receptionist and the instructor were making eyes at you the whole time we were in there,’ You say, marching back towards your apartment block. ‘She was my favourite one!’
‘Jealous?’ His tone is laced with amusement.
‘No!’
‘Don’t worry, ma, I’ve only got eyes for you. Your form was perfect, in case you were wondering.’
‘I’m locking you out.’
Day 45
Your least favourite part of having anxiety was waking up like you were being drowned at three in the morning. It was always worse when you had impending deadlines, and those contracts you had yet to finish were looming large in your mind.
The alarm clock on the bedside table flashed the time at you as if mocking your predicament. 02:59. Right on cue.
The adrenaline of waking up so suddenly begins to drain, and you start your usual routine of tuning into your senses to try and lull yourself back into sleep. I can hear breathing, and the fridge running in the kitchen. I can feel the bed below me, and the blanket, and an arm…
An arm?
Hesitantly you feel your way down the duvet to where an arm is slung over your waist. Presumably, an arm connected to a person. You flick on your lamp and turn to see Enjin blinking in the light.
‘Some of us are trying to sleep,’ He rasps, the sleep still heavy in his voice.
‘Yeah, me,’ You bite. ‘What are you doing in my bed?’
He leans over you, reaching for the lamp and plunging the room back into darkness. His arm tightens around your middle, pulling your back into his front. ‘’M s’posed to be sleeping with my pride, ma. This is natural behaviour. I’m being enriched. Now shhhh, you have work tomorrow.’
‘We’re so talking about this in the morning,’ You hiss, nestling into the blankets. The warmth emanating from him and seeping into your skin was nice. Before you can return to your mindfulness routine, you’re already drifting back into slumber.
Your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet when you wake up for the second time that morning. Carefully slipping out from under his arm, you glance back at the bed as you tiptoe out the bedroom. Enjin lay flat on his stomach, the contours of his back revealed by the soft, early morning light creeping around the corners of your curtains.
Your heart thumps against your ribs and you tear your eyes away, gently closing the door so as not to disturb his sleep. That was just a feeling of affection for your friend/pet/housemate, you reassured yourself as you brush your teeth.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Never before had you been so glad to have had slept (almost) through the night. As soon as you set foot into the office there were a dozen tiny fires that needed to be put out - details that your client had picked out of what you’d hoped was the final draft of the contracts you’d prepared, calls from panicking executives, a meeting with the partners that you hadto attend, and on top of all that your laptop stopped working, meaning a stop by IT.
By five o’clock you felt like a wreck. You’d hoped to be leaving the office by now, the thought of picking up dinner on the way home and a couple of episodes of Love Island on the couch with Enjin sounding more and more dreamy. Alas, the deadlines you’d been dreading had crept up on you despite your anxieties, and thanks to all the disasters of the day you still had a few more things to tweak before you could go.
‘Is there anything else I can do to help?’ Your paralegal’s head pops over the divider between your desks. You smile up at her.
‘Don’t worry about it - you head home. I don’t have much left to do here, and everything else can be finished in the morning.’
She stares you down. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Okay - maybe I have a lot more to do. But once I get that done, the rest can be finished tomorrow.’
‘And there’s nothing you need from me?’
‘Maybe a decaf coffee from the machine? For moral support?’
She sighs at your obstinance, bringing you a steaming mug topped with the chocolate powder she knew you liked.
‘See you tomorrow, boss,’ She says lightly, setting the mug on your desk. ‘Don’t stay too late!’
The elevator dings! and then you’re alone. Just you and your legal jargon. The edits that your client had requested didn’t require any negotiation, thank goodness, but they were fiddly, and you checked and re-checked the details that you’d inputted so that when you sent the final documents over there was absolutely nothing that they could complain about.
You finish up the last couple of tweaks, making sure the file is saved on your laptop and your backup drive. You can feel your spine complain as you stretch in your seat, blue light glasses slipping down your nose. Time lost all meaning when you were deep in the weeds of your work, and you glanced at your watch. Nearly nine o’clock. No time for Love Island when you get home, then. Might as well check your inbox before you head off.
The cheery ding! of the elevator breaks the silence of the floor. You shout out a greeting without looking up, assuming it’s the cleaners hired by the building. You knew most of them thanks to your habitual late nights.
‘What are you still doing here?’ Maybe it wasn’t the cleaners. You glance up at Enjin. ‘I thought you got abducted on your way home or somethin’.’
You fumble for your phone, checking your text thread with your hybrid. The text that you’d written telling him you’d be home late still sat in the text bar, unsent. ‘Sorry…’ You turn the phone so he can see your error for himself. ‘I thought I’d told you. I’m finished now though,’ You promise, making a show of logging off and shutting down your computer.
The office was miles away from home. ‘How did you get here?’ You ask.
‘Ran.’
‘You ran?’ Unbelievable. He still looked perfectly composed, not a hair out of place, the only indication of his emotions that tell-tale flick of his ear.
His eyes slide away from you, chin jutting up. ‘I was worried.’
Now you really do feel bad. The thought of Enjin at home, pacing the floor and checking the clock springs to your mind unbidden. You were usually home by six, seven-thirty at the latest.
‘I’m sorry for scaring you,’ You say, starting to sling your bag over your shoulder when he takes it from you and, instead, slips his hand into yours.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ He says, shoulders unwinding at the contact. ‘Let’s get home, angel.’
By the time you’re back into your apartment, the exhaustion of the day is hitting you like a wave. The heat of your shower and the feeling of fresh, comfortable clothes makes your eyelids feel heavy. Enjin hands you a warm bowl of food, insisting that you need to eat before you go to bed, and you barely remember eating before you’re curled into the couch cushions drifting between consciousness and sleep.
You’re not sure whether you’re dreaming when you feel arms gently winding round you, lifting you with ease against a broad chest. The rocking movement must be steps, you decide, and the pine and smoke smell of your dreamed-up person made you think of crooked smiles and safety. The plush sheets of your bed welcome you readily, the arms shifting from under you. This was a good dream, you decide blearily, and you didn’t want it to end.
You grab for their hand sleepily, pulling them in. ‘Don’t leave,’ You whisper, words coming out slurred. You would have heard the huff of a laugh if you hadn’t fallen asleep immediately, felt the bed dip beside you, felt the press of lips against your cheek, forehead, shoulder. Instead, you sink into a dream of pine forests.
Day ???
It had been a couple of months of quietly enjoying your newfound companionship. With the biggest of the year’s deadlines behind you work had been quiet, summer was in full swing and you were able to enjoy it for the first time in years. You’d explored parts of the city you’d never been to before, gone swimming in a mountain lake just an hour’s drive away - you’d been living. And you’d done everything with Enjin by your side, with his presence stopping you from letting time slip through your fingers while sitting at a desk.
Since the day that he’d come to pick you up from work things had changed between you ever so subtly. He could pick up on your stress before you’d even processed it, would do tiny things to make your life a little easier. Coldbrew already in the fridge, or dinner made when you got home on the days you worked late.
He’d also started sleeping in your bed most nights. You tried to rationalise this. It’s just like having a cat sleep on the end of the bed! If the cat was over six feet tall with a raspy morning voice and kissed the crook of your neck in the mornings when it thought you were still asleep.
The fact that Enjin could sense your stress made you worried about what else he could sense. Like when your dreams got too intense and you woke up flushed and breathless, or the thump of your heart when he came out of the shower with his hair all wet and messy around his face instead of slicked back like he preferred.
You’d turn your phone away from him to Google things like human hybrid dating and is dating your hybrid unethical, reading through stories of perfectly happy hybrid couples, and then the responses from online commentators shouting about how it was completely morally bankrupt. Those tabs would be closed just as quickly as they were opened. Morality aside, you didn’t ever want Enjin to think you were using him to fill the void of a relationship, or scare him off.
In the last week, though, he’d been acting strange. Instead of his usual, laid-back self, he’d seemed so tightly wound he was going to snap at any moment. It was a rare moment that you’d have any time to yourself at all - if you didn’t lock the door to the bathroom you had no doubt he’d follow you in. After showering you’d find him on the floor of the hallway waiting for you to return, golden eyes gleaming in the low light.
He’d taken to wrapping his tail around your leg while you sat in the living room in the evenings, the fur tickling at your skin, or rubbing his cheek and purring against your shoulder when you were laying in bed together, scrolling through TikTok. And you’d nearly screamed when he told you he wanted to ‘try something’ and then licked a wet stripe with his tongue up the column of your neck. You’d shied away from close contact for a day after that, the look in his face giving you not one shadow of a doubt that he’d do it again just to watch you squirm.
One thought rung through your mind for days. Did he know? Had he seen your search history somehow, or was there some pheromone that he could sense and you couldn’t?
The answer hit you like a train one evening, phone pressed close to your face so Enjin, lying across your lap like a housecat, couldn’t see the screen. A cutesy pink sparkly Instagram post pops up on your feed. Hybrid How To: Ruts! No amount of bubble fonts and emojis could dull the impact of reality crashing down on your head.
Enjin grumbles wordlessly as you shift him off your lap and scurry over to the drawer of forgotten documents that you’d crammed in there over a matter of months. It takes a moment to find the cream coloured folder that Tamsy had handed to you all those months ago.
You flick past pages of feeding routines, activity recommendations, until you find the right page.
‘Are you comin’ back?’ Enjin calls from the couch, nearly making you drop the paper.
‘Yeah - yeah, sorry. Give me a second.’
Males of this hybrid type prefer to stay in their ‘territory’ (usually their home and the surrounding area) and, if paired, will spend this time caring for their cubs. Females have instinctual patterns of venturing out of the territory to bring home food and supplies for their ‘pride’.
Periods of high reproductive desire (‘ruts’) can be predicted through a variety of natural behaviours: males will have a desire to be within 1 and 3 metres of their chosen partner, scenting and resting alongside them in order to bond before the rut arrives. Doses of suppressing hormones can be delivered during this period in order to prevent rut from occurring if the hybrid is not part of a desired bonded pair.
Shit.
Shit.
You stuff the file back into the drawer and contemplate whether it’s too late to text Tamsy. Did you even want to admit that you’d completely ignored his carefully-compiled instructions?
Carefully, you slink back to the sofa. Enjin didn’t look any different to usual.
‘What’s up?’ He asks, watching you with amusement as you lean over him and place your hand on his forehead. Was that a shiver, or were you just imagining things in your panic?
‘Do you feel warm at all?’
He smiles, sharp canines flashing. ‘Why, you think I’m hot?’
‘Something like that,’ Your laugh sounds strained, even to you.
‘I’m fine, ma. Stop stressing.’
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You knew you shouldn’t have trusted his easy confidence. Just like normal, he’d found his way into your bedroom once you were comfortable, taking his place in the bed and wrapping himself around you. Falling asleep was easy with him - you felt safe, and it was rare for your anxiety to wake you up now.
Except for tonight, apparently. Your phone informs you that it’s past midnight. You feel around on the bed behind you, to no avail. Enjin is gone.
You pad out of the room into the dark apartment. He’s not in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room - he can’t have left the apartment. For a moment, with the amount of time he’d spent in your room, you’d forgot about his bedroom.
You rap at his door gently, even that tiny noise feeling like firecrackers going off in the silence. Leaning closer, you hear from inside the shuffle of sheets, his distinctive chuff, and something else - a rhythmic smack of skin. You jolt away, cheeks burning, ready to make yourself scarce so he can have some privacy.
Too late. He called your name from behind the door, voice strangled and wavering. ‘’S that you, ma?’
‘Uh - yeah,’ You reply. ‘You disappeared. Just wanted to check that you’re okay.’
You hear him bark out a laugh. ‘’M very not okay.’ The door shifts, a crack of space opening, letting you see Enjin’s darkened, glossy eyes and bare chest, glistening with sweat in the low light. You - your scent, maybe, or just the sight of you - made him visibly shudder, his head falling with a thunk against the doorframe.
‘Is there anything I can do?’ Your mouth feels suddenly dry, nerves making your knees weak. ‘To… help?’
He lets out a shaky breath, unblinkingly taking in your form. ‘If you come in here I don’t think I can let you go,’ He admits, the gravel in his tone shooting through you.
‘I don’t want you to be hurting.’ You reach out, push the door fully open and confirm what you’d already suspected. Enjin wore only a pair of boxers, the fabric straining, his skin damp and flushed with heat. Stepping into the bedroom was like stepping into a sauna, a pile of tissues thrown to the floor and revealing the extent of his issue. His skin burns against yours when **he pulls you into his arms to press his face into the crook of your neck.
The gentle scrape of his canines made you squeak. They already looked sharp in his mouth - against your fluttering pulse they felt dangerous.
‘Hah— smell so good, angel,’ He pants into you, unconsciously grinding against your thigh in his need.
‘Gonna let me help you, Jinnie?’ You ask, pushing him backwards to the bed. He was pliant, allowing you to dip your hand into his boxers and touch him. He was so hard it must have been painful, soft skin scorching your palm. The size of him makes you shiver; your fingertips barely meet around his girth.
The sound of his breath trembling at your touch brings you back into the present, the shuddering of your hybrid trying not to rut up into your touch like a desperate virgin. You free his cock from his boxers, giving it a few experimental pumps that made him writhe.
Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek, stroking him tenderly with your thumb. He shudders, pushing his face against your palm.
‘Fuck,’ He hisses, and a moment later you feel the warmth of his cum running down your wrist. You stand in shock for a brief moment - you’d only just touched the guy. Was he that pent up? He smiles bashfully, the expression bizarrely cute for the situation. ‘My scent gland,’ His voice is hoarse and a little embarrassed. ‘’S sensitive.’
You bring your hand up to your mouth, licking up the trail of cum that painted your skin. He growls lowly, fingers digging into your hips. Fingers cleaned, you bring his face to yours, pushing the taste of him into his mouth with your tongue. He moans into you, the vibration sending shockwaves to your core.
‘Let me touch you, please,’ He breathes, a string of spit connecting his lips to yours. A blend of nerves and excitement course under your skin like an electric current.
Your sleep shorts are off in an instant, and Enjin groans. He already sounds gone, the feeling of your wetness like a dream. ‘Not even touched you yet, ‘n you’re already this wet.’ He’s nearly inaudible with awe, pads of his fingers ghosting over your clit and making you writhe. ‘Gotta stretch you out ‘fore you can take me.’
One thick finger pushes into you and you whine at the feeling of him prodding at your walls, the stretch from just one of his digits more satisfying than anything you could do to yourself.
‘Feel that?’ He teases. There’s the Enjin you’re used to.
‘I would if you’d move,’ You rasp, and he grins. Another finger sinks into you, scissoring your walls open and making you bite down on your lip to stifle a moan.
He leans down, staring directly at where his fingers are working their way in and out of you. You try to close your thighs, embarrassed by the heat of his gaze, but he stops you with his free hand.
‘Lemme look at you, ma.’ His cheeks are flushed with his rut, eyes glassy and hypnotised by the sheen of slick you’re leaving on his digits. ‘So fucking pretty.’
‘Jinnie,’ You keen, hips bucking up into his hand.
’Sorry, baby,’ He doesn’t sound sorry at all. ‘Need to be inside you.’
Despite his careful preparation and just how soaked **you are, the bullying press of his cock against your entrance feels daunting. Enjin buries his face into the crook of your neck, teeth rasping against your skin.
‘You can take it, angel, c’mon,’ He babbles against your skin, his voice making you clench around him, working his cock torturously slowly into you. ‘Doin’ so good, pretty girl, feel made for me.’
‘More, Jin, please,’ You whine, his grip on your hips stopping you from bucking up into him. His careful movements are infuriating - you feel like you’re melting with how much you want him and he’s treating you like you’re made of glass*.*
‘Don’t w’na hurt you.’
You wrap your legs around his narrow hips and pull, making Enjin sink into you all at once. Your back arches at the sudden fullness, the relief, eyes rolling back in your head. It feels as though he’s in your stomach, the overstimulated twitching of his length reminding you just how big he is.
Grabbing his face in one hand, nails digging into his cheeks, you make him look at you. His golden eyes are gleaming and glossy, his lips bitten raw.
‘Fuck me, Enjin.’
In an instant he has your legs over his shoulders, somehow even deeper inside you like this, and finally he starts to move inside you. The sound of your wetness fills the room, the schlik of Enjin pulling almost entirely out of your pussy before slamming back into you. You grab for purchase on his forearms, leaving scratches in your wake that make him snarl in pleasure.
It’s almost too much, the overwhelming feeling of him, and unconsciously you move up the bed away from his vicious thrusts. He yanks you back down, grip firm around the plush of your thighs.
‘No way, mama. You can’t beg for this ‘n then try to leave.’ His voice is little more than a growl. ‘Shit, you feel too good.’ You feel like you’re about to snap, the pressure building to a fever pitch. The clench of your body around him makes him curse, pushing you even further into the mating press to lock his mouth onto yours, swallowing all the cute little noises that escaped you.
‘Jin, ‘m close,’ You manage.
‘Can I?’ He asks, desperate.
Your mind spins, dizzy with desire. ‘Wha—?’
He doesn’t wait for you to speak. ‘Can I cum in you?’ The whine in his voice makes you squeeeze and his hips stutter. ‘Need to fill you up, angel. Make you all pretty and round - fuck!’
You nod wordlessly, and your affirmation wrecks him. His thrusts get sloppy, hips slamming against yours. In that moment he moves his thumb over your clit and draws the messiest hearts over the nerves, sending electricity arcing up your spine. Light flashes across your vision as your climax consumes you. The feeling of your fluttering walls makes Enjin spill into you, cum painting your pussy in thick ropes. He keeps moving, making sure it reaches your cervix, fucking you through the rippling aftershocks.
Carefully releasing your legs from his shoulders without pulling out, Enjin collapses onto you. The weight of him stops you from floating off to the ceiling in your blissful state. He presses gentle kisses over your face, the humming purr from his chest making you laugh breathlessly.
‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ He asks quietly, his eyes clearer.
‘No,’ You whisper, coming your hands through his hair. ‘The uh - breeding was a surprise, though.’
He whines, head dropping to rest on your chest. ‘Sorry. It’s the hormones.’
’I think we’d have a cute baby,’ You muse, imagining a mini Enjin with your eyes and cute pudgy cheeks. You feel his tail flick against your calf.
‘You can’t say things like that,’ He groans, and his cock twitches inside you.
‘D’you think they’d have your ears?’ You ask, tweaking at the tip of his ear as you speak, purposely ignoring the way that he grinds his hips against you, and the sticky feeling of the cum that had escaped you despite his best efforts.
You have to call out of work the next day, and then two months after that you put in your request for maternity leave.
"when did you get hot?" various haikyuu boys x reader
includes h. iwaizumi, i. matsukawa, o. miya, r. suna, k. bokuto, t. kuroo, and s. hinata
a/n based on the song "when did you get hot?" by sabrina carpenter plus i got inspired by all the edits on TikTok ive been seeing to this song so I decided to write about it 👅 lmk if i should do anyone else! hehe. not sure if someones done this yet or not! if yes lmk so i can credit them! God i need iwaizumi so bad
You hadn’t seen Hajime since graduation. Four years of separate universities had been enough to dull the memory of his sharp grin and loud laugh, but as soon as you walked into the reunion banquet hall, there he was, leaning against the bar like some kind of sports drama protagonist.
And God, when did he get that big?
He was always muscular, Iwaizumi had basically lived in the gym since middle school, but this was different. His T-shirt clung like it owed him rent, sleeves stretched dangerously around biceps that looked like they’d doubled since high school.
You froze mid-step.
“Oi.” He spotted you instantly, grin splitting wide as he waved you over. “No way. Look who finally decided to show up!”
Your body moved before your brain caught up, but as you reached him, it was impossible not to stare. The tanned stretch of his forearm, veins running down into hands that looked, well, bigger. Stronger. You swallowed.
“Hey, Haji,” you managed, trying for casual.
“Still call me that, huh?” He chuckled, leaning down just enough to make you hyper-aware of the way his shirt shifted over his chest. “Man, it’s been forever. You look good.”
You blinked. You look good? Was he insane? “Uh. Thanks,” you said, voice slightly higher than intended. “So do you.”
He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, then instantly regretted the softness in your tone.
Iwaizumi smirked, leaning one elbow on the bar, muscles flexing just enough to make your brain short-circuit. “Guess all those years in the gym paid off.”
Guess so.
You were still staring when he added, low and amused, “You gonna keep eyeing my arms, or do you wanna grab a drink with me?”
Being Hanamaki’s sister meant Matsukawa had been around since forever. He was just Matsukawa: lanky, sarcastic, perpetually draped over your brother’s couch eating chips and losing in Mario Kart.
So why, when you walked into Hanamaki’s apartment carrying a bag of stuff from your parents’ house, did you stop dead in the doorway?
Matsukawa was sprawled on the sofa, long legs kicked up, beer in hand, and somehow, impossibly, hot.
His hair was a little longer, styled messily like he’d actually put thought into it. He had stubble now, shadowing his jaw, and his loose black T-shirt stretched across shoulders that definitely hadn’t been that broad last time you saw him.
“Yo,” he greeted lazily, eyes sliding over to you. Then he grinned. “Haven’t seen you in, what, a year? You stalking me now?”
You tossed the bag onto the table, trying to mask how flustered you felt. “Right, because this is obviously about you.”
“Everything’s about me,” he said easily, sipping his beer. “Makki didn’t say you were coming.”
“That’s because I wasn’t supposed to stay,” you said quickly, but your gaze betrayed you, following the flex of his forearm, the slope of his neck. He noticed.
Matsukawa tilted his head, smirk curling. “You’re staring.”
“I am not.”
“Right.” He dragged his eyes slowly over you, and it was unfair how smooth he was about it. “For the record,” he said casually, “you’re not exactly subtle.”
You hadn’t planned to stay long, just a quick stop at Onigiri Miya while you were back in town.
And then you saw him behind the counter.
Osamu had always been attractive in a quiet way, but now… now he’d filled out. Years of taste-testing his own menu had added a little weight to his frame, and somehow it worked ridiculously well for him. Broad shoulders, forearms dusted with flour, and a fitted black T-shirt that clung in all the right ways.
He looked up just as you approached, towel slung over his shoulder.
“yn?” His accent curled around your name like honey. “Ain’t seen ya in forever.”
You nodded dumbly, taking in the faint smudge of rice flour across his jaw. “Yeah, uh. It’s been a while.”
Osamu leaned against the counter, arms crossing, which was a mistake because now you couldn’t unsee how good he looked doing it. “What brings ya here?”
“I- uh, lunch,” you said, though you were sure your expression screamed something else entirely.
He raised an eyebrow. “Ya sure ya didn’t just come ta see me?”
You froze. “What?”
He laughed softly, low and warm. “Relax, sugar. Just teasin’.” Then he winked, sliding a perfectly wrapped onigiri across the counter. “But if ya were here for me, I wouldn’t complain.”
The reunion was loud, buzzing with old classmates and familiar faces, but your focus zeroed in instantly when Suna walked in.
Gone was the lanky, sleepy guy you remembered. He’d filled out a little, broader shoulders, defined jawline, hair styled just enough to look effortlessly good. His hoodie hung loose, but you could see the muscle underneath, the kind of quiet strength that made your stomach twist unexpectedly.
And of course, he caught you staring within minutes.
His lazy smirk spread as he crossed the room, hands in his pockets. “You good there?”
You blinked, heat crawling up your neck. “Yeah. Fine.”
“Mm.” He stopped in front of you, leaning down slightly, his voice low. “Just wondering, ‘cause you’ve been staring for, like, five minutes straight.”
You sputtered. “I was not.”
“Right,” he drawled, one brow arched. “So you just naturally burn holes through people with your eyes?”
You hated him. You hated how smug he was. But you also couldn’t stop your gaze from flicking down his chest again.
Suna grinned like he’d won something. “Don’t worry, princess,” he said lazily. “If you wanna keep staring, I won’t stop you.”
You didn’t knock. You never knocked. Bokuto’s apartment had been your second home for years, and he never minded.
But maybe today, you should’ve.
You barged into his living room, calling his name, and nearly dropped your bag when he stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung dangerously low on his hips, hair wet and dripping down his neck.
“Oh,” he said brightly, as if he wasn’t basically naked. “Hey, yn!”
Your brain short-circuited. “You you’re- uh.” Words. Gone.
Bokuto blinked innocently. “What? Oh! The towel?” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Forgot my clothes in the bedroom.”
Meanwhile, you were trying not to notice the cut of his abs, the way water still traced lines down his chest, the V-line.
“Why are you- why is- can you-”
He tilted his head, confused. “You okay?”
“No,” you blurted, then slapped a hand over your mouth.
Bokuto grinned slowly, realizing, and leaned against the doorframe, towel shifting dangerously. “Wait,” he said, eyes glinting. “Are you checking me out?”
You expected the same old Kuroo, the tall, messy-haired nerd who cracked bad puns in science class and wore sneakers with holes in them.
What you didn’t expect was… this.
The alumni networking event had been dull, a sea of polite small talk and lukewarm wine, until you spotted him across the room. Or rather, he spotted you.
Kuroo Tetsuro looked like he’d stepped straight out of some corporate magazine, tall and broad shouldered, suit perfectly tailored to his lean frame, black tie loosened just enough to be effortless. His once chaotic hair was styled neatly, though a few stubborn strands still rebelled, and the sharpness of his jawline could’ve been illegal.
You weren’t prepared.
“yn,” he greeted warmly as he slid into the seat beside you, voice lower than you remembered. “Been a while, huh?”
You blinked, fumbling for composure. “You… clean up well.”
He smirked, leaning back casually as he swirled his drink. “I get that a lot these days.”
Typical Kuroo, smug as ever. You rolled your eyes, but your gaze betrayed you, trailing down to the watch glinting on his wrist, the veins in his hands, the way his shirt stretched just slightly across his chest when he leaned back.
“You staring, or just mentally undressing me?” he murmured without looking at you.
You choked on your drink. “What?!”
Finally, he turned his head, grin wide and sharp. “Relax. Just calling it like I see it.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Uh-huh.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning in close enough that his cologne, warm, expensive, and way too distracting, hit you like a punch. “Don’t worry. If you wanna keep staring, I won’t tell.”
You thought you were prepared. You’d seen the pictures he sent, kept up with the updates, even FaceTimed a few times while he was training in Brazil.
But seeing him in person was something else entirely.
Hinata stood at the terminal, waving wildly the moment he spotted you, sun-kissed and radiant in a way that made your chest ache. His skin was tanned golden, curls slightly longer and wind tousled, his shoulders broader than you remembered. He wore a loose white T-shirt that clung just enough to make it obvious how much muscle he’d put on.
“yn!” he yelled, sprinting toward you with that same boundless energy you knew so well.
Before you could even react, he swept you up in a hug, spinning you around like nothing had changed. Except everything had. His arms were solid around you, muscles shifting under your hands, and his scent was warm and sun soaked, mixed faintly with salt and sweat.
“You’re crushing me,” you managed breathlessly, and he laughed, setting you down but not stepping back.
“Sorry! Just missed you,” he said, grin blinding. “It’s been, what, two years?”
“Almost three,” you corrected softly, but your voice faltered when he reached up to rub the back of his neck, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach.
You looked away too quickly, cheeks heating, and of course, he noticed.
“Hmm?” Hinata tilted his head. “What’s up?”
You hesitated, biting your lip, and then the words slipped out before you could stop them. “…When did you get hot?”
His eyes went wide, cheeks blooming red instantly. “Wha- what?” he stammered, scratching his cheek in embarrassment.
You groaned, covering your face. “Forget I said that.”
But Hinata, bashful smile tugging at his lips, leaned down just enough for his voice to drop low, rare for him. “So you did notice, huh?”
And judging by the mischievous glint in his eyes, you were never living this down.
Maybe it’s the silence—too loud, too sharp. Maybe it’s the way your throat aches from all the words you never say. Maybe it’s the way your reflection doesn’t quite look like you anymore, all dimmed down edges and tired smiles stretched too thin.
Or maybe it’s simply the fact that almost stops being enough.
You don’t cry when you pack your things.
Just the essentials. Just enough to disappear without dramatics. You leave the apartment keys on the counter—next to his favorite mug. The one he never asked for, but always used. The one you stopped drinking from long ago.
By the time the sun fully rises, you’re gone.
It takes him a while to notice.
Maybe it’s the silence—too loud, too sharp. Maybe it’s the way your throat aches from all the words you never say. Maybe it’s the way your reflection doesn’t quite look like you anymore, all dimmed down edges and tired smiles stretched too thin.
At first, he thinks you're just busy. You’ve always had this quiet, independent streak—so it doesn’t hit him immediately.
But then he tries to call. You don’t answer.
He texts:
“You okay?”
Then:
“Can I come over?”
Then:
“…Did I do something?”
All left unread.
And that’s when the panic sets in.
Because Gojo Satoru has always had the privilege of certainty. He’s used to people staying. Used to the world adjusting to his presence. Used to you being there—always there—like gravity.
And now?
Now, he can’t find you.
He goes to your apartment. The one where his presence lingered like a shadow. The one he once claimed space in without ever truly earning it.
But it’s empty.
Cleared out. Silent. Hollow in a way that makes something twist in his chest.
The doorman says you left no forwarding address. No explanation. Just… left.
And that’s when it really hits him.
You’re gone.
Not just for the day. Not just mad. Not just taking space.
Gone.
Gone in a way that feels permanent.
It takes him a week to find you.
He doesn’t sleep much. Doesn’t smile the same. Even Shoko notices.
“You look like shit,” she tells him, blunt as ever. “She finally leave?”
That’s what makes him flinch. That finally.
As if everyone else had known you were always on the edge.
He finds you in a quiet town by the coast—an old friend of yours lets it slip. You’re working at a small bookstore, helping with repairs in exchange for lodging. You're smiling more here. People greet you like sunshine, unaware you once lived in someone else’s shadow.
When he walks in, you freeze.
He looks like hell—disheveled, eyes rimmed red, ego stripped raw. But even now, he's still Satoru. The gravity is still there.
Only this time, it doesn't pull you the same way.
“I—I didn’t know where else to go,” he admits, voice cracking like an apology. “I kept checking the apartment. Calling. Texting. You just… disappeared.”
You nod. “I did.”
He laughs, but it’s hollow. “So that’s it? After all this time?”
You look at him. Really look.
And in his face, you see it. The confusion. The hurt. The realization.
That maybe you were never supposed to stay this long.
“I loved you,” you say quietly. “In ways I don’t think you ever saw. In the spaces you didn’t even realize you left behind. And I stayed—because I thought one day, you'd look at me the way you looked at her.”
He opens his mouth, but you hold up a hand.
“But you never did. Not really. And that’s not your fault. But it’s not mine either.”
Tears gather in his eyes, and for the first time, you see him break.
“I was selfish,” he says, voice trembling. “I thought I was keeping you close. But I was keeping you small. And I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you stopped needing me.”
You nod again. It’s not cruel. It’s not bitter.
Just… truth.
“I hope you find what you're looking for, Satoru,” you say softly. “But it can’t be me anymore.”
And that’s when he drops to his knees.
No power. No arrogance. Just a man who’s lost something he never thought he’d lose.
“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t go. Not like this.”
You reach down—gently, like always—and brush the hair from his eyes.
And then you say the hardest thing you’ve ever said:
Maybe it’s the silence—too loud, too sharp. Maybe it’s the way your throat aches from all the words you never say. Maybe it’s the way your reflection doesn’t quite look like you anymore, all dimmed down edges and tired smiles stretched too thin.
Or maybe it’s simply the fact that almost stops being enough.
You don’t cry when you pack your things.
Just the essentials. Just enough to disappear without dramatics. You leave the apartment keys on the counter—next to his favorite mug. The one he never asked for, but always used. The one you stopped drinking from long ago.
By the time the sun fully rises, you’re gone.
It takes him a while to notice.
Maybe it’s the silence—too loud, too sharp. Maybe it’s the way your throat aches from all the words you never say. Maybe it’s the way your reflection doesn’t quite look like you anymore, all dimmed down edges and tired smiles stretched too thin.
At first, he thinks you're just busy. You’ve always had this quiet, independent streak—so it doesn’t hit him immediately.
But then he tries to call. You don’t answer.
He texts:
“You okay?”
Then:
“Can I come over?”
Then:
“…Did I do something?”
All left unread.
And that’s when the panic sets in.
Because Gojo Satoru has always had the privilege of certainty. He’s used to people staying. Used to the world adjusting to his presence. Used to you being there—always there—like gravity.
And now?
Now, he can’t find you.
He goes to your apartment. The one where his presence lingered like a shadow. The one he once claimed space in without ever truly earning it.
But it’s empty.
Cleared out. Silent. Hollow in a way that makes something twist in his chest.
The doorman says you left no forwarding address. No explanation. Just… left.
And that’s when it really hits him.
You’re gone.
Not just for the day. Not just mad. Not just taking space.
Gone.
Gone in a way that feels permanent.
It takes him a week to find you.
He doesn’t sleep much. Doesn’t smile the same. Even Shoko notices.
“You look like shit,” she tells him, blunt as ever. “She finally leave?”
That’s what makes him flinch. That finally.
As if everyone else had known you were always on the edge.
He finds you in a quiet town by the coast—an old friend of yours lets it slip. You’re working at a small bookstore, helping with repairs in exchange for lodging. You're smiling more here. People greet you like sunshine, unaware you once lived in someone else’s shadow.
When he walks in, you freeze.
He looks like hell—disheveled, eyes rimmed red, ego stripped raw. But even now, he's still Satoru. The gravity is still there.
Only this time, it doesn't pull you the same way.
“I—I didn’t know where else to go,” he admits, voice cracking like an apology. “I kept checking the apartment. Calling. Texting. You just… disappeared.”
You nod. “I did.”
He laughs, but it’s hollow. “So that’s it? After all this time?”
You look at him. Really look.
And in his face, you see it. The confusion. The hurt. The realization.
That maybe you were never supposed to stay this long.
“I loved you,” you say quietly. “In ways I don’t think you ever saw. In the spaces you didn’t even realize you left behind. And I stayed—because I thought one day, you'd look at me the way you looked at her.”
He opens his mouth, but you hold up a hand.
“But you never did. Not really. And that’s not your fault. But it’s not mine either.”
Tears gather in his eyes, and for the first time, you see him break.
“I was selfish,” he says, voice trembling. “I thought I was keeping you close. But I was keeping you small. And I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you stopped needing me.”
You nod again. It’s not cruel. It’s not bitter.
Just… truth.
“I hope you find what you're looking for, Satoru,” you say softly. “But it can’t be me anymore.”
And that’s when he drops to his knees.
No power. No arrogance. Just a man who’s lost something he never thought he’d lose.
“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t go. Not like this.”
You reach down—gently, like always—and brush the hair from his eyes.
And then you say the hardest thing you’ve ever said:
Tags: Vampire!Gojo x fem!reader, gore, nsfw, mdni, blood kink if you squint, masochism, unprotected sex
Synopsis: Creatures lurk in the night. A particular white-haired one takes a liking to you.
An: I’m so excited to start this challenge with you all! I’ve decided to call it Monstertober (there will be one exception to the monster rule LOL srry).
Overpopulation and a deficiency in food had forced your world into an age of evolution. It started off slow as most evolutions do. It started as just one case: the case of Ryomen Sukuna, the first vampire.
He didn't need food to stay alive. No, he was completely immune to aging, and he only craved one thing: blood. It was noted in his case file that he would drink any type of blood, but he had a strong liking towards human blood. One pint of blood, which is a sustainable amount to lose, was enough to satiate Sukuna for a month. However, vampires since then have gotten way more greedy, sucking humans completely dry recklessly.
Then, they started popping up everywhere. Some were bitten, but the "supreme" were the ones who naturally evolved into vampires without being turned by one.
Humans were now not at the top of the food pyramids. For the first time ever, humans were the prey. To help with the overpopulation, the group of the undead proposed a solution.
Cull the herd.
Once every three months, vampires were allowed to hunt humans for sport. Of course, this wasn't the only time they killed or fed off humans. Rogue vampires feasted upon human blood anytime they wanted, but the more civilized vampires waited for the culling to drink from a human.
Bunkering down for the night, you closed yourself into a small closet in the innermost portion of your house. You made sure every door and window was locked, and you prayed to whatever deity was out there that the vampires wouldn't bother you.
They must've not heard your prayers.
You were clutching a wooden stake in your palm as you heard the crashing through your window. Your other hand covered your mouth, trying to mask your breathing. It was no real use though. The vampire could practically smell you from outside your house.
He effortlessly ripped your closet door right off the hinges. His light blue hair was long, and there were stitches all along his body. He admired with with a wild grin and devilish heterochromatic eyes.
"I seem to have found myself a treat!" He claps his hands together, acting as if he just won a claw machine. "Come, darling. You and I both know you're not going to use that stake."
Your entire body trembles as you clasp the stake harder, aiming it at him. "I'll do it!" You cry out, backing yourself further in the corner.
"This is futile. Don't make it harder than it has to be. I'll try not to kill ya." The vampire gives a wide eerie smile, and his sharp pointed fangs were immediately noticeable. You could immediately tell that he was lying straight through his teeth.
You have to do something or else he'll just toy with you like a mouse. You charge straight for him, rearing the stake back to try to stab it through his heart.
"So rude!" He scoffs as he effortlessly grabs your wrist and yanks it above your head. Your arm almost feels like it's going to rip out of your socket.
"Let go of me!" You shriek as you try to yank your arm back, but he was too strong. His hand only tightened around yours, forcing the stake out of your hand. It falls to the ground with a thud.
"You're lucky you're worth the trouble, brat, or I would've already killed you!" He yells, getting more frustrated with your struggling. His head leans near your neck, and you're entire body tenses. Goosebumps rise on your flesh as he takes his time sniffing you. You let out a pathetic cry as you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the bite.
This was it.
Before you can even react, your arm is let go, and the sound of crashing catches your attention. Quickly opening your eyes, you see another vampire has the blue-haired one pinned to the wall away from you by his head. The new vampire was much more built than the first one. He had a head of white hair, but you couldn't see his face yet.
Until, he turns to you as his hand crushes the other vampire's head into the wall. It practically explodes like popping a really full tick. Blood and brain matter splatter against your walls.
Your body is completely frozen by fear as you can't help but stare at the new vampire's eyes. His blue eyes beamed in the moonlight, almost glowing in the dark. He's devastatingly handsome with a sculpted jaw and nose. He had long white eyelashes and full lips. He slowly allows his hand to drop, allowing for the vampire's deceased body to slump against the ground.
Small whimpers escape your mouth as you search for any conviction to run. You have to get away from him. If you had little chance of surviving that first vampire, then you had no chance of surviving this one.
He leisurely walks up to you, eyes never leaving yours until he's right in front of you. He then inspects your neck closely. "Are you hurt?" He asks calmly as if he didn't just end someone's life so casually.
"N-no.." Your voice meekly trembles out. Your knees are practically rattling together from fear.
"Do you have a death wish..?" He asks as he leans away from your neck. His eyes are nearly half-lidded as he looked at you with such a bored expression. He then leans down and picks up the wooden stake that you were holding on to.
"No, I-" You go to explain yourself, but he rudely cuts you off.
"Stab me." He instructs while handing the stake back over to you.
Your mind is reeling, unable to comprehend why he would give you permission to use his weakness against him. "What..?"
"I said stab me. If you don't have a death wish, stab me." He repeats as he tucks his arms behind his back, and he even leans his chest out to you.
You look at the wooden stake in your hand, and you look up at the vampire who just killed one of his own to save you? You raise your hand unconvincingly, and you completely clam up.
"You don't have it in your heart, do you?" He asks as he stares at the stake in your hand. "Even when given the permission, you can't find it within you to kill."
Your head drops in shame. If this mysterious vampire wasn't there, you'd be dead from the blue-haired vampire thanks to your noncommittal attack against him.
"Foolish." He clicks his tongue disapprovingly before snatching the stake from your hand and diving it into his own chest.
"Wait-! W-what-?" You shout in a panic, watching as red liquid slowly starts to stain his white shirt. You immediately move to his aid, yanking the stake out of his chest. "Why would you do that? Do you have a death wish?" Your hands press harshly against his chest trying to stop the bleeding.
"Foolish human." He repeats as his other hand comes up and gently pets your head. "Wooden stakes are a myth, sweets. They do nothing to us." He reveals quietly as his large hand continues to softly rub your head. "See for yourself."
Confused, you slowly lift your hands, and you see the wound had already closed. His body had healed it that quickly.
"I don't... Everyone knows that's your weakness.." You pout as you look at his blood along your hands.
"It's a myth that we allow you to believe, so you all continue your futile efforts to stop us." He reveals as he takes your hands and gently cleans them off with a handkerchief that he kept in his pocket.
"Then why tell me...?" You quietly ask, feeling your heart pound in your chest from a mix of nervousness and adrenaline.
"It's not like you have any real intention to kill me." He flashes a smile at you, and he tosses the wooden stake into your fireplace. "You don't want to kill, yet you don't want to die. Are you looking to score a role as a feeder?"
Your body shudders from the idea. Certain vampires kept "feeders", also known as humans who voluntarily offer up their blood for whenever their vampire is hungry. There was mutual benefit for both parties involved. The feeder was practically granted with protection from all vampires, and the vampire no longer had to hunt for food.
"I'm not a farm animal." You retort as you cross your arms over your chest.
"No, perhaps not." He muses as he slowly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "But you're not a fighter either, sweets. Unfortunately, this world wasn't made for people like you." His finger tips delicately stroke your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Do yourself a favor and agree to be my feeder. I can't protect you if not."
"What-!?" You shout a bit too loudly, and he gives you a disapproving look.
"I didn't stutter. Be my feeder and live, or stay here and die. Your choice."
You stare at him with a slightly frightened look. Your eyebrows are pinched together, and your lips are in a small pout as your consider his options. He was right. If you stayed behind, you would most certainly die. The only reason another vampire hasn't came to eat you alive is because they can sense his strong aura in your home, warding the others away.
"I... okay, f-fine. I'll be your.... feeder or whatever." You finally mutter out, and he sticks his hand out to you.
"It's a binding vow then. You be my feeder, and I'll protect you from all harm that comes your way." You stare at his hand and take a deep breath. A binding vow that's broken only ends in death, but what choice did you have? Your hand reaches out and shakes his in a defeated matter.
"Great. Glad that's over. Hop on." He immediately instructs as he turns his back towards you. He bends his knees and holds his arms behind him, obviously wanting you to get on his back.
"What-?" You immediately ask, taking a step back from him.
"Well, we aren't staying here, sweets, and I don't know about you, but something tells me that uber drivers aren't going to be out tonight." He sasses as he urges you to get on his back. It was the start of your new life.
As you slowly climb onto his back, his hands hold onto your the backs of your thighs, securing your body to him tightly. Your arms wrap around his neck. "Oh, by the way, I would've protected you for free." He smirks before running a lightspeed away from your home, knocking the breath from your lungs.
*** *** ***
Being Satoru's feeder wasn't all bad. It's been a few months since you two had met during the culling. You've been slowly getting use to living with him.
For one, he's filthy rich, and he has no real use for money. He lives in an entirely too big mansion that's completely paid off. He even has kitchen staff and cleaning staff to take care of the house for him.
For two, he's so... vain and out of touch with reality.
Since he's taken you in, you've learned that Satoru is one of the supreme. His body had naturally evolved in the predator-like state he's in. Though, he claims that he was very strong before evolving as well.
Not only is he a supreme, he's well-known in the vampire community apparently, which you find that hard to believe considering he never leaves his mansion unless it's to attend a night event. You were allowed to leave. It's not like you were his prisoner or anything, but he demanded to be with you no matter where you went to protect you.
You've gathered crumbs of information about him from the kitchen staff and maids, but Satoru was an open book himself as well. He would answer whatever question you proposed, though you couldn't distinguish how much of his answer he was boasting.
The feeding was surprisingly easy to get use to. Satoru rarely fed on you, and when he did, he was extra careful each time. His fangs would sink into your wrist, and he'd drink just enough to get by before promptly releasing you.
He fed at night mostly, which made sense because of his waking hours. He had given you your own chamber in the house when you agreed to be his feeder, and he'd quietly slip into your room at night. By the sixth or seventh time, your body had grown accustomed to his nighttime visits. You'd unconsciously offer up your wrist when you heard the door creak open in your sleep.
Tonight was like any of those nights. Around three in the morning, Satoru quietly slipped into your bedroom. His stomach ached in pain from hunger. He would only drink what he absolutely needed, never quite quenching his thirst for you as he was very cautious with you're well-being. He was practically starving himself.
You were peacefully sleeping in your bed, looking as angelic as ever. He admired your face while you were blissfully unaware. His hand raked through your hair gently, and you stirred just enough to hold your wrist out to him.
If he wasn't so damn hungry, he'd take his time admiring your beauty, but his stomach was grumbling as he stood over your bed. Bending down to your wrist, he took a deep breath of your delicious scent. You probably had no idea that your blood type was rare - the sweetest amongst humans. He got so damn lucky running into you during the culling.
His lips pressed a gentle kiss against the thin skin of your vulnerable wrist. He then pressed another, more sensual kiss into your skin right against the pulse point of your wrist. Feeding was such an intimate act between vampires and consensual feeders, and the fact that you allowed him to do this while you're at your most vulnerable drove him completely mad.
"Sa-toru?" Your voice was a breathy yawn as you must've woken up from his incessant kissing.
"Shhh, sweets. Go back to sleep. I'm just... going to drink a bit.." He whispers softly as he looks up at your sleepy face.
"Drink or make out with my wrist?" You ask with a lazy smile, causing him to chuckle a bit.
"Maybe a bit of both if my feeder allows it." He retorts with a grin before his stomach loudly grumbles.
You sit up slightly as you look at him with a confused gaze. "You must be really hungry." You softly murmur before scooting over in your bed and patting a spot for him. "I'll go back to sleep... just take what you need."
Satoru almost feels like a nervous teenage boy when you invite him into your bed. He doesn't object though, slipping between the sheets next to your warm body. He nearly purrs in contentment. It had been far too long since he had felt warm.
Your body nuzzles into his side, and you gently press your wrist up to his lips. Your eyes had already slipped back closed again.
"Sleepyhead." He muses with a soft smile. His stomach angrily growls at him once more, and he finally decides not to waste anymore time. He flutters his eyes closed, and his fangs pierce through your skin. He's immediately rewarded with the taste of your sweet blood, and he almost instantly feels rejuvenated.
He gently suckles the blood out from your wrist. His hand was idly stroking yours as he drank from you. The air in the room feels so soothing and familiar between the two of you.
He only holds your wrist for few minutes before forcing himself back away from your sweet taste. His tongue gently laps at the the small puncture wounds on your wrist, hoping to soothe the pain slightly. He's still painfully hungry, but he knows he can live off of what little bit he took.
You flutter your eyes open to look at him - having been pretending to sleep so he wouldn't dillydally. "That wasn't nearly enough." You say as you furrow your eyebrows. His stomach growls to only further your suspicions.
"Who are you to tell me what's enough?" Satoru laughs off your concern as he goes to slide out of your bed.
"I'm being serious, Toru." You say as your hand clasps onto his shirt, preventing him from leaving your bed. "Don't think I haven't noticed how sluggish you are recently."
"Who are you calling sluggish? I'm plenty energetic." He argues back as he looks down at you.
"Toru, please. I'm asking you to feed." You pout up at him. "I'm seriously fine. You never ever take a feasible amount."
The sight of you - a human - caring so passionately about him and his needs has his face turning red within seconds. He looks down at your small pout, and he finally relents.
"Only because you said please. Not because I need it or anything like that." He gripes as he gets back comfortable next to you. "Other wrist. That one will be too sore if I bite it again." He instructs, and you offer up your other wrist. However, the positioning is quite uncomfortable to maintain. He'd have to twist your arm to reach your wrist.
"What about my neck..?" You quietly offer, even pulling back your hair to reveal the flesh of your neck. He's almost immediately drooling at the sight.
"The neck hurts worse than the wrists do. Are you sure you want that? It also leaves quite the mark." He informs you, but you've already made up your mind. Your body is turned facing his, and your head is already tilted for him.
"Neck is fine." You answer calmly as you flutter your eyes closed again, trusting him with your life so willingly as if he isn't some monster.
Satoru carefully dips his head down between your shoulder and your jaw, and he once again kisses your skin. It's almost compulsory to do so. A pleasured hum emits from your throat as your hands find his silky white hair.
It's taking every ounce of self control he has not to pounce on you and ravish you in more ways than just one. The primal urges to feed and fuck consume his brain entirely.
He tries to push those thoughts aside as he bites down on your neck. A small moan escapes past your lips, and he can't quite tell if it's a pained or pleasured one. Either way, his dick painfully throbs within the confinements of his clothes.
Maybe it's a placebo, but he swears that your blood is sweeter around your neck. He assumes it has to be because it's closer to your heart. He groans as he sucks the blood from your neck, taking in more substance from you.
The room is filled with small moans and muffled grunts between the two of you. Your neck is incredibly sensitive in the best way possible, making each suckle feel divine from his mouth. Your body shivers in anticipation as you fee your arousal growing - an insatiable heat between your thighs.
Satoru isn't immune either. He can feel your pulse, smell your scent, and hear your pretty moans. He knows the effect he's having on you, and it only works to make him even more horny than he already was.
When your hips start to subtly rock against his body, searching for any friction, all of his self control leaves his body. He immediately moves to pin you down beneath him with his fangs still buried into your neck.
Your hands shamelessly claw at his back through his shirt, and your legs wrap around his waist. Small needy whimpers and whines escape you.
He knows he should stop soon. He's drank almost a pint from you, but his mind is struggling to make his body cooperate. He can't get enough from you. He craves to devour you whole.
"Please.." Your small breathy plea catches his attention as your hips lift up to meet his again, and a new craving takes over his mind.
He pulls from your neck, but he doesn't lap at the bite wounds. Your blood freely trickles down your neck. His breath hitches in his throat as he swears he's never seen anything more erotic in his life.
His hands immediately go to the waist band of your pajama pants as he feels like he's in a frenzy. He can't be bothered to consider the logistics of fucking you and how he might unintentionally hurt you. His brain is only focused on getting his dick into you as quickly as possible.
Ripping off your pants and panties in one solid tug, he throws your discarded clothing onto the floor. "Satoru.." Your small voice whines as you lift your hips up.
"'m gonna take care of you, promise." He mumbles as his one of his hands sink between your thighs and the other works to get his own pants off of him. "Have to prep you first." His pants and boxers hit the ground.
"N-no.." You whimper out, desperate for his length already.
“Yes sweets.” He argues as he settles between your legs. “I’ll hurt you if not.”
“Want you to hurt me..”
“Don’t…” He has to close his eyes to erase the image of you looking down so pitifully, asking him to hurt you. “Don’t say that to me..”
“Please Toru~” You whine as he’s thumb starts to rub gentle circles around your clit. A wet clacking noise filled the room as you were already soaked.
“Such a fuckin’...” He grunts as he gives into your sweet pleas. His hand guides his tip towards your fluttering cunt. “‘m not gonna be able to stop if you let me do this..”
“D-don’t stop.. I want this, please..”
His eyes fixate on your blood stained neck from where he fed on you just moments ago, and he leans his head down to lap up the sweet blood against your skin. “I warned ya.”
Satoru forces his length into your entrance, stretching you out around his size. Your fingernails dig into his back as you let out cries of pain and pleasure. He hurts in just the best way, leaving you wanting more.
“Shit.. feel s’good, sweets.” He moans as he buries himself deeper. Your wet heat slowly envelops him, squeezing around him like a vice. “So fuckin’ wet and tight for me… my good girl.” He purrs as his hips pull back before he sinks into you once again.
“Hah… oh god.. t-too big.” You manage to moan out as you can practically feel your heartbeat in your cunt. The room fills with squelching noises as Satoru rolls his hips slowly at first.
Your gummy walls squishing around him drives him absolutely feral. His caution is out the window as he pummels into you repeatedly. The headboard of your bed smacks harshly against your wall, and your poor mattress wails in agony as he fucks you into it.
“What are you so.. ngh~ .. wet for, huh? Love me using your body, don’t you?” He grunts as his hips snap back and forth. Your eyes start to cross as you swear you can feel him in your throat.
“Y-yes!” You pathetically cry in response. Your back arches up off the bed as you feel yourself already nearing your orgasm. “T-toru-! I.. I think I’m gonna..” You stumble over your words, unable to formulate what you’re trying to say.
“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.. ‘s okay.” He slurs into your ear, completely pussy drunk already. In his defense, he hasn’t gotten any in a long, long time.
“Fuuuck~! Ah~ I’m coming..” You cry out to him as your hands grip onto his shoulders. Your toes literally curl your poor cunt clenches around him, juices roll down his cock so leisurely from your arousal.
“Yeeaahh, that’s it.” He purrs as he rides out your orgasm. “Atta girl.”
You slowly start to relax as you come down from your high until you see Satoru’s hands gripping the headboard. “You can take more, can’t you?” He asks in a way where it doesn’t even sound like a question. He’s telling you that you’re gonna take more.
Satoru has to be conscious about how much of his strength he’s using. He’s one small accident away from ripping your headboard off your bed frame.
Still, he uses the headboard as leverage to fuck you harder. “Fuck. C’mere.” He growls as he gathers your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders, putting you in a mating press.
His thrusts don’t relent in the slightest. His heavy balls smack against your plush ass with each stroke. “‘m never letting you go, sweets.” He mumbles as his thrusts start to falter. “… gonna have to pry me away from this pussy. She’s all mine.”
You’re completely blissed out, only able to moan and agree with his delusional ramblings.
“Mine.” He declares again as he rails himself into you. His tip kisses your womb with each harsh thrust. His pleasure starts to coil in his stomach as he’s so close. The headboard completely snaps as he forgets to manage his strength while he’s on the cusp of an orgasm.
Not even stopping for a moment, Satoru leans his head down, and he bites down into your neck again. Your sweet delectable blood coats his teeth and tongue before he pulls away. He bites again and again, completely marking up your neck and shoulders before be spills himself deep inside you. “God… fuck!” He groans as he releases your shoulder.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he glances down at his seed trickling down from your pretty hole. “You’re makin’ a mess, sweets.” He comments with a lazy smirk before admiring the artwork he created on your neck and shoulders.
You glance up at him with poor needy eyes. Your cheeks are tear stained from the intense pleasure mixed with the bites. His cock twitches pitifully inside you from the sight.
“You can take another round, right? Need to use your cute cunt just a bit more.” Satoru groans as he’s already started fucking his cum back into your hole.
“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”
“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.
it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.
he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.
both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.
you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.
“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.
defiance masterlist | king!sukuna x servant!reader
summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine.
TL;DR: sukuna's a sorcerer in this one, still ooc but not too much. mc pretty much ran away from home for being a hoe, and went to work at sukuna's shrine lol.
genre: female reader, heian era au, 18+, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, smut, crack, angst, no he wont have two sets of arms, and no he wont have two dicks, i'm really sorry
fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, more will be added as the story progresses
wc: 67.0k
One: Did I give you permission?
Two: Flower festival
Three: The King of Curses
Four: Temper
Five: Depraved
Six: My Little Dove
Seven: Counting the Rings Inside of the Willow Tree
take the edge off. [suna rintarou x f!reader] chapter two.
>>You struggle with your weight and body image, but Suna extensively and thoroughly undoes all the damage done by other guys.
or
You haven't gotten laid in over a year, and your best friend takes it upon himself to fix that for you.<<
series status: [complete]
previous. || masterlist. || next.
a/n: as it turns out, suna rintarou is just a TIIIIIINY bit obsessed with his best friend. just a little obsessed with her.
[feel free to buy me a cup of coffee!]
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The ride back to Suna’s apartment passes in a daze. Where you’d been distracted by your dress on the way to the party, now you just cling to his torso and press the front of your helmet between his shoulders without a single care about anything else. He drives fast, red lights finding his hands reaching back so his fingers can wrap around your thighs and squeeze, not a word shared between you.
You just stare down at your lap, at the hands that roam your legs, blunt nails dragging on your skin with meaning. You shiver, thinking of whose hands they are.
What are you two doing? Is this okay?
You hadn’t wanted to sleep with Hinata at the risk of your friendship, but fucking your best friend is on the table?
You think of the way he’d grabbed you and handled you, the things he’d whispered in your ear, filthy and sweet at the same time. You think of how soiled your panties are right now, of what’s leaking out of you and staining them at this very moment.
Yes, fucking your best friend is certainly on the table.
Suna rolls up to his regular parking spot, dragging his foot along the ground as the motorcycle slows to a stop. You let him go, and he helps you off the bike, lifting your helmet and staring down at you, just like he had at the beginning of the night.
God, that feels like so long ago.
He swallows, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Still want this?” He whispers, eyeing you. “I can take you home instead.”
You look at him, gaze trailing over his eyes and lips, over his shoulders and chest and down to the arm that’s wrapped loosely around your waist, covered in ink. Mere hours ago, he’d just been Suna. Just a friend – your best friend. Just the same as Atsumu or Osamu.
You don’t think you could ever want Atsumu or Osamu the way you want Suna Rintarou right now.
“Yeah, I-” You breathe, meeting his green eyes, sharp in the moonlight. “-still want this.”
You watch those eyes darken in real time.
He turns, the hand on your waist tight, and pulls you toward the door to his building.
The elevator ride is slow and tortuous, and you watch him glance impatiently at the panel somewhere around the time you pass the fifth floor. Only three more, you think. Three more floors and short walk down the hall before you can kiss him again.
He steps toward you, throwing that entire plan in the trash.
With a hand that slips around the back of your neck, he drags you forward and pins his mouth to yours.
“ Mm- ” Your eyes are wide with surprise, but Suna just angles his head and pushes his lips fully against yours, his eyelashes dark and long against his cheeks.
You let your eyes drift closed and fist his shirt in your hands, clinging and pushing up onto your toes to kiss him right. He smiles against you, pulling away just as the ding of the elevator comes.
He leads you by the hand down the hall, fishing in his pocket roughly for his key. Throwing the door open, he guides you in before him and throws on the lights. You take a moment to look around his place, so familiar and safe, and realize you’re here under drastically different circumstances than normal. Suna spins you around before you can think too hard about that.
His mouth is hot on yours, and he’s pushing you by the hips through the living room, your shoes flying off at the door and your purse clattering to the floor somewhere near the couch. You pull away, halfway to his bedroom, and breathe hard while you tug at his t-shirt. He rips it off, and you undo his belt, the sound of the zipper far too familiar.
“C’mere-” He belts his arms around your middle and dips his head, knocking your hands away so he can kiss you. You feel the wall at your back and lean heavy against it, unstable on your feet and too busy carding your fingers through his hair to care. When he pushes his tongue across the seam of your mouth, you shiver, and he draws your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it.
You feel his fingers tugging on the zipper on your dress, and you pull away, eyes wide, a shock of nerves shaking you.
“We can leave it on, it’s fine,” You try, smiling nervously up at him.
He just lifts a brow and narrows his eyes at you. “You’re funny. Take it off.”
You laugh breathily, tugging lightly on his belt loops. “It’s okay, really-” You gasp, cut short by one of his hands gripping your face, fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he tilts your head back so he can look at you.
“Your choices here are you taking it off, or me taking it off,” He says, tilting his head. “I’m happy to be of assistance, but I’d rather you do it so I know that you’re comfortable.”
All the breath in your body leaves your lungs, and your eyes go wide, jaw slack. No one had ever spoken to you like that.
When he smiles down at you, it’s amused.
“Well?”
You blink rapidly, hands angling back toward the zipper of your dress all on their own.
“Look at you,” He coos, clicking his tongue teasingly. “You’re so sweet when you listen.”
The way he’s looking at you, so bemused that you would ever think he wouldn’t want you naked, draws a mix of embarrassment and arousal out of you. He moves his hand to cup your face and leans in, lips on yours while your dress falls to the floor. “ Thank you ,” He whispers into your mouth, and it warms your chest.
You’d listen to anything he says to get that praise out of him again.
Still, when he pulls away, you’re nervously crossing your arms over your chest, because the dress is strapless, so you aren’t wearing anything under.
Your head is clearer than it had been at the party, and you’re worried.
But when Suna’s eyes fall to your covered chest, you think you see them light up a bit.
“You’re not wearing a bra?”
“It’s a…” You nod down at the dress pooled around your feet. “It’s strapless.” You tighten your grip on yourself just slightly, because his fingers are wrapping around your wrists.
When you fight his pull, tensing, he flicks his eyes to yours in warning. You whine, pouting, and he seems to sense that you’re actually nervous.
His grip loosens. “Should I stop?”
You shake your head, because it’s not him. It’s just that-
“I just want you to think I’m pretty,” You admit, staring when his face splits in a wide grin.
“Okay,” He laughs. “That’s simple enough.” He smiles like he knows something you don’t. When you just blink, he’s ducking low and wrapping his hands around your thighs.
You scream as you’re lifted, arms abandoning their mission to keep you covered and instead aiming just to keep you alive. Suna wraps your legs around his waist while you throw your arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.
“ Put me down! ”
“Nope,” He laughs, walking you through the hall to his room. “Gotta prove that I think you’re pretty.” You’re flushing hard, because your nearly bare body is pressed against his, which means he can feel everything .
“Suna,” You plead, voice serious. “Come on, please, I’m too heavy-”
His laugh tickles your ear, low and warm. “Trust me, you’re not. I was benching your weight in high school.” He pulls his head back to meet your eyes, his own full of mirth as he stresses his point. “In high school , Y/n.”
You don’t know what to make of that. “I-”
“You do trust me, right?” He asks, tilting his head to look right at you. He stops at the foot of his bed, waiting for an answer.
“Yes,” You start. “Obviously I trust you, but-”
“Great,” He cuts you off.
“What-”
And then he throws you on his bed, dropping you without another word.
You shriek on the way down, scrambling to cover yourself as you bounce on the mattress. Suna just clamps onto your ankles and drags you to the edge, laughing when you yell his name in warning.
He crouches by the bed and you sit up, forgetting to cover your chest as you smack his arm angrily. “You are so rough -”
“You don’t like it rough?” He asks, lifting a brow with a smile.
You flush. “No, I do , but that’s not what I meant-”
He’s not listening. His gaze is trained very intensely on your body, eyes going a bit wide and his smile dropping marginally. He swallows, flushing, and pokes his tongue into his cheek as he looks everywhere you don’t want him to.
“Fuck,” He breathes, deflating a bit. “ Fuck .”
You desperately fight the urge to lift your arms, curling your fingers into his comforter instead. It’s a moment of real strength for you, but you meant it when you said you trust him. “What?”
When he laughs, it’s rough, like he’s a little bit upset with you.
“ Fuck- ” He groans, pushing up toward you and smashing his mouth to yours. You gasp, and he uses it to swipe his tongue against yours, a hand on your shoulder. You’re shoved onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth nipping and tugging your lip, tongue soothing the pain right after.
You whine, lifting your hands hesitantly to his shoulders while he settles between your knees, hands guiding your thighs apart and around his waist. Trembling when he slides his hand over your tummy and hips, squeezing and kneading, you push your fingers through his hair, kissing him fully so you can distract yourself.
It’s easy, the push of his lips warm and sure, the brush of his tongue on yours safe, comforting. His hand wanders to places you’d always kept covered, other boys perfectly content to fuck you quickly – clothes on, lights off. Either one meant you were shielded, and both was even better.
This boy, though – your boy – seems determined to break all your rules, and you can’t say you’re all that inclined to stop him, if what had happened at the party is anything to go on.
“ Fuck ,” Suna groans against your mouth, fingers gripping tight to the plush skin of your hips, squeezing and pulling and squeezing again. He drops his mouth to the spot under your ear that you liked so much earlier, that wandering hand finding the curve of your breast while he digs his other arm into the mattress by your head, barely propped up on an elbow while he sucks at that sensitive little spot.
“W-What? Why do you keep saying that?” You pant, tilting your head and giving him better access. He breathes you in, and you feel his hips grind against yours, the open zipper and undone belt cold on your skin.
“You’re just-” He marks your throat, soothing the burning skin with his tongue as his hips rock unevenly into you again. “ -so pretty.” He makes his way to the crook of your neck while his fingers tease and toy with your nipple. He latches onto your skin when you mewl and arch your back, repeating it to himself, like he’s not even talking to you anymore. “ So fucking pretty. ”
You gasp when he hardens against you, and you turn your head to press your lips against his shoulders and neck. He angles his head for you, murmuring ‘ fuck ’ when you nibble lightly on his throat.
“ Want you ,” You whisper, sliding a hand between you and pushing at his jeans, palming him while you leave marks on his skin. “ Please .”
“ Fuck- Okay,” He stutters, pulling your hand away and kicking his clothes off. He shuffles down your body, pausing to bury his face between your breasts and groan loudly. “ Fuck! ” He yells, voice desperate and muffled against you and just a little bit unhinged.
You laugh breathily, shaking him, and feel him smile against your skin.
“ Okay, ” He murmurs. “ I got this. I can do this. ” His voice is unsteady and breathy, and you’re a little worried.
“What do you mean?” You tilt your head up, staring at him. He just kisses his way down to your navel, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling you free of them, talking to himself the whole time.
“ You can do this, Suna, you got it- ” His eyes catch on the mess in your panties and he furrows a brow, staring. “What-” He glances down at your core, and you flush, knowing he’s seeing what’s left of his own cum, spread all over your skin.
You watch his eyes go wide, and he looks up at you. “I forgot about this.”
“I didn’t ,” You laugh, incredibly embarrassed. You start to cover your face, your ears ringing a bit, but Suna’s groaning and throwing his head back as he drops your panties to the floor.
“ Christ, I can’t do this-” He whines, looking down at your core again – he looks stressed, eyebrows furrowed and gaze tense. “I can’t do it–”
“Can’t do what ?” You ask, starting to feel extremely vulnerable.
He just meets your eyes, shaking his head. “I’m don’t think I’m gonna last. This is gonna be over in five minutes.”
Whatever fear had been building in your chest, unsure what he’s saying and worried it’s about you, melts away as you stare up at him.
You laugh in disbelief. “Sorry?”
“You fucking should be-” He shakes his head, gripping the undersides of your thighs and prying them apart in front of him so he can stand between them. You tense, the most exposed you’ve ever been, but he’s just sighing down at the mess he’d made on you at the party. “This is going to be the most disappointing performance of my life,” He complains, shaking his head. “I think it’s about to be me that gets fucked stupid-”
“Oh, my God , Suna, just fuck me already!” You laugh, digging your heel into his lower back. “Stop being a fucking idiot-”
“Can we just do this tomorrow?” He says. “I need time to mentally prepare, I feel like a teenager-”
“ Suna! ” You yell, slapping your hands on the bed.
“I’m sorry ,” He laughs, leaning on the edge of the bed. “You’re just-” He sighs wistfully, shaking his head as he stares down at your core. When he shifts, you feel the head of his cock brush against your thigh. It makes you squirm, and he groans at the sight. “- so fucking pretty ,” He breathes, more to himself than anything. “Just my type.”
When you laugh, he glances at your face, a brow raised. “Somethin’ funny?”
“Yeah, you,” You smile easily, like you’re not lying spread-eagle on Suna Rintarou’s bed, both of you completely naked. “You’re funny.”
He stares for a moment, and then his confusion changes to something else. He grins down at you slowly. Yet again, you feel like you’re missing something. “You didn’t know, did you?” A laugh of disbelief slips past his lips. “Back at the party, you didn’t know-”
“Know what ?” You say, exasperated.
“That you’re my type-”
“Oh, come on – I met all your exes,” You laugh, positively tickled as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “They were perfect-”
“No-” He shakes his head, pulling your thighs around him as he kneels on the mattress again. He climbs over you and knocks you back down, smiling like he can’t believe what’s happening. “They weren’t perfect. Not for me.” He cages you in, grinning down at you. “And I ended things with my last ex almost two years ago. I’ve had quite a few one-night stands since then. You know that.”
“ Yeah ,” You roll your eyes, finding it strange that you’re growing comfortable in this continued nudity with him. You’re still nervous and a bit unhappy being so exposed, but Suna’s near-tantrum of groaning and swearing had been soothing, in its own way. Familiar. “And you would always rant and rave afterward about perfect they were.”
You remember each one with stunning clarity, Suna slumping low on your couch and groaning about how ‘ She was everything. She was perfect- I think I fell in love a little bit ’. You’d always laughed it off, imagining beautiful blondes and foreign girls with crazy figures.
“Yeah-” Suna cuts your thoughts short, and you’re glad for it. Your insecurity’s flaring up again. “I did . I did say that, didn’t I?” He starts to smile, staring down at you like he’s saying something incredibly obvious.
It clicks suddenly, that he’d never actually told you what those girls had looked like.
“Wait-” You blink, meeting his eyes with confusion.
His smile grows fond, and he shakes his head, his tone almost amazed when he whispers to you.
“You really didn’t know?”
“They were…They looked like-?”
“Mm-hm,” He nods, shifting his weight. “They were sweet and pretty, just like you, now that I think about it. But you -” He straightens, sitting back on his heels and letting out a long breath as he trails his hands down your sides and settles them at your hips. “ You look like one of my college fantasies.”
Your jaw drops, face warming. “Then why the hell did you only date those model types?”
“Because girls that look like you -” He says appreciatively, gaze drawing over your body hungrily. You really need him to stop talking to you like that – you’re barely holding on as it is. “-never seem to want to come up to guys like me.”
“Can’t imagine why,” You laugh shakily at the irony. “Not like you’re perfect or anything.”
“Funny. That’s what I was gonna say about you,” He mumbles, shaking his head as he stares down at your body. You see his cock twitch, and you bite down on your lip when it brushes against you again.
“ Suna… ” You whine, shifting your hips under his hands. He shakes his head, squeezing you and running his thumb over a nearby stretch mark.
“What’d I tell you about that?” His eyes are dark when they meet yours, and you get the distinct feeling that your casual moment of naked conversation is coming to an end.
You laugh nervously. “You really want me to call you Rin?”
You’ve only ever said his given name in conjunction with his last, or when you’re angry with him. It would be new, but so is everything else about this.
“What I want-” He starts, leaning over you, lips brushing against yours. One hand curls into the comforter by your head, the other pressing against your core, fingers sliding through your folds. You inhale sharply, arching your back and pushing your mouth to his briefly. He kisses you lazily, pushing the tips of his fingers through the mess at your entrance, dipping in quickly and then smearing his cum all over your clit while he circles it. You whine, spreading your legs wider. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away to look at you.
“-is my name in your mouth,” He finishes, grinning wickedly when you look up at him longingly, your nerves swooping low in your stomach. “Can you do that for me?”
“ Yes, ” You breathe. “I can do that.”
“Good.” He presses his cock to your core, sliding through your folds a few times and groaning. He rocks his hips, breath shaky. “I’ll try to last long enough to make you stupid.”
You laugh, nervous and almost vibrating with anticipation, and Suna lines himself up at your entrance.
He hangs his head over you when he slides in, easier this time with the extra lubrication. He groans, bottoming out.
“ Fuck, ” You whisper to yourself, the breath knocked out of you.
“Yeah,” He agrees, nodding. He’s completely still, but you think his arms might be trembling when he holds himself above you. “ Fuck .”
He keeps his eyes trained on where he’s sliding slowly out of you, and you cling to his biceps as he rocks forward. When he sighs, it’s full of relief. “God, you feel good,” He mumbles to himself, and then he laughs, because you’re clenching tight around him.
“I like that you do that,” He admits, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “That you react like that when I talk to you.”
You flush, feeling that that’s an incredibly intimate thing to be saying while looking you straight in the eye. You shift, whining low and squeezing his arms.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” You ask, a little nervous.
Suna looks like he’s in the middle of thinking of something teasing to say, but your question cuts him short. His little half-smile drops and his brow furrows, his eyes searching yours.
“What kind of question’s that?” When you just swallow and stare up at him, he squints. “We’ve been kissing this whole time.”
“Yeah, but…” You trail off, unsure how to explain that a couple guys in college and even one of your previous Osaka boyfriends had a strong preference not to kiss you during sex. The other guys had always gone ahead and kissed you first, and you hadn’t needed to ask.
But you really want to be the one to kiss Suna – something about him makes you want to do things first, which is a new feeling all on its own – and you hadn’t considered that he wouldn’t understand your question.
He stares down at you now, his eyes taking on a cold glint while you decide how to respond.
He mumbles your name in warning. “Why would you need to ask me?”
“I just-” You try. “-want to check that it’s okay.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” He presses.
“Because for some guys…” You trail off. Suna’s eyes empty of emotion.
“I see.”
You purse your lips uncomfortably. Had you ruined the mood?
“We can just keep going, if you want,” You mumble, looking away from him. “Or we can stop-”
You inhale sharply when Suna moves one of his hands to grip your face, the way he had before. He turns your face back to his, his eyes sharp.
“I appreciate that you’re so considerate of what I might want or not want ,” It’s a kind sentence, and he’s smiling, but his voice is so cold that all you can do is blink. “But I’d appreciate it more if you didn’t think about the guys before me while I’m fucking you.”
You pale, realizing that you’ve really gone and pissed him off. He smiles in irritation and lifts a brow, expectant.
“You gonna kiss me or not?”
You clench around him, entirely unconsciously.
His annoyance drops into exasperation, and his smile softens.
“There you go again, reacting when I talk to you.”
You card your fingers through his hair and drag him down to you without a word.
He sighs heatedly against your mouth and starts to rock into you again. “ Don’t ever fucking ask me that question again ,” He murmurs, pushing his lips roughly to yours. “ You hear me? ”
“ Yes ,” You breathe, brain going fuzzy at the stretch. “I hear you.”
He smiles. “Love it when you listen. You’re so good at it.” He lifts his head away from yours just as you’re whispering his name.
“ Rin, ” You try, nails scratching against his scalp. He shivers under your touch.
“I like that, too,” He says with a strained voice, his hips shifting as he thrusts into you. “My name in your mouth.”
You breathe shakily at the continued praise, his name coming out in a moan this time. He laughs and shakes his head, pushing his hips flush against yours.
“Shit,” He grunts through his teeth. “I’m really not gonna last long.”
You pull him down so you can kiss him again. He clamps a hand onto your hip while he tilts his head to slot himself against you better, and his hips start to move faster. When you moan his name into his mouth, it comes in the single breath of time between each slam of his cock into you, his rhythm vicious and perfect.
“ Yes ,” You angle your head back, eyes fluttering shut as you sigh at the relief he’s giving you.
Suna attaches his mouth to your throat, sucking harshly and marking you without hesitation. Making it clear what he thinks of the guys before him that didn’t want to claim or be claimed by you.
He drops his head beside yours, breathing uneven when his hips stutter briefly. The hand on your waist reaches up to where you’re clinging to his shoulders, and he pulls one of your hands down to the mattress so he can lace his fingers with yours.
It’s so out of place with how hard he’s fucking you, and that in itself is so deeply Suna .
Unexpected and surprising, just as he’s always been.
Your stomach swoops sharply, and you clench tight around him.
When he groans in your ear, a shudder runs through your body and pushes you right to the edge.
“Rin,” You gasp, all the air miraculously missing from your lungs. You’re not sure how to warn him that-
“Did I prove it?” He pants, voice low and vibrating through your skin. “That I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”
You’re standing with one foot off the edge of the cliff, high and with no visible end to the drop you’re about to feel.
You nod frantically, unsure if you want to throw yourself off or hold on for dear life to drag this moment out as long as possible.
Suna grips your hand tight enough that it hurts, and when his hips slam into yours, you’re distinctly aware that you’ll be sore in the morning.
“Then prove to me-” He sucks another mark into your throat, and when you spread your legs impossibly wider, drawing him in, he twitches inside of you. “-that you’re going to keep listening to me.”
Your free hand flies to the back of his head, pulling his hair taut so you can drag him back up to your mouth. When you push your lips urgently against his, he hums in approval.
“ Good ,” He breathes. “ So good for me .”
You should have known that it would be his praise that pushes you off that cliff.
You draw in a loud gasp, his name stuttered and moaned on your exhale.
He follows you over the edge, his hand squeezing yours tight as he stills his hips and fills you for the second time tonight. He moans into your mouth when you push your hips up against his, searching for more.
You kiss him while you come down, slipping your teeth over his lip ring and tugging mindlessly, because your head is filled with your heartbeat and a white noise you’ve only ever heard once before, in Atsumu’s spare room not even a couple hours ago.
After a moment, Suna lifts his head, breathing hard. Your eyes flutter as you fight the urge to close them, and you sigh happily up at him, because he’s starting to smile.
“Good?”
You giggle, a bit delirious. “Good. Stupid.”
He drops his head to your shoulder, laughing. “Good. Me, too.”
“Yeah?” You ask, pride filling you at the idea that you’ve made Suna Rintarou stupid.
“Incredibly,” He confirms, mumbling nonsensically at you. “Irreparably. Infinitely.”
You snort, your voice exhausted and pleased. “Just you wait, Suna Rintarou. When I do the fucking, you’re done for.”
He lifts his head so fast that it startles you briefly out of your stupor, and you’re surprised to find his eyes wide and excited.
“Oh?” He asks, latching onto what you’d said. “When am I gonna get to experience that?”
You laugh, a bit embarrassed that he’d reacted so strongly to your silly ramblings. “Be quiet-”
“I’m free tomorrow morning-No-” He shakes his head. “Give me, like, ten minutes. I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow.”
You smack his arm, your limbs jelly. “Isn’t twice in one night enough for you?”
“Is it enough for you ?” He asks, brows lifted.
No, not even a little bit. Not with him.
Still, someone has to be reasonable here. “I’m tired now,” You complain. “You took everything out of me.”
“Aw,” He coos, pretending to be disappointed. “Tomorrow morning it is, then.”
“God-” You laugh, pushing at his chest. “I need a shower and about 12 hours of sleep. And maybe some food.”
He rolls his eyes good-naturedly and pulls away, sighing when he slips out of you. You sit up, quickly, trying not to spill anything on his blankets.
“Let me just go clean up, and then I’ll head out,” You say, scooting past him and reaching for your panties on the floor. You slip them on and stand, wrapping your arms around your breasts, because the post-sex realizations are starting to set in.
So many post-sex realizations. Most of them starting with ‘ What the fuck- ’.
“Head out?” He repeats, sitting dumbly on his bed. You toss him his boxers and head for the bathroom, hearing as he stumbles into them and follows you into the hall.
“Yeah, it’s late,” You glance back toward the kitchen, seeing on the stove clock that it’s well past 2am now. “Do you mind calling me an Uber, or-”
He wraps a hand around your bicep, spinning you around in the hallway and pressing you against the wall.
“What are you doing?” He asks, dipping his head low to meet your eyes. “Why are you running?”
“Running?” You blink, taken aback. “I thought that-”
You know well enough that Suna Rintarou doesn’t let his one-night stands spend the night.
You know even better that your own one-night stands never wanted you to spend the night, either.
“I’m not calling you an Uber at 2:30 in the morning, Y/n,” Suna shakes his head, smiling as though even the idea is funny. “You’re staying.”
You just stare. “But isn’t better if I-”
“I thought you just said you were tired,” He cuts you short, lifting a brow.
You are. You’re exhausted.
“I am,” You nod slowly, entirely unsure how to handle this situation. “But I can leave if-”
When he grips your face, cheeks squeezed between his fingers for the millionth time tonight, he says nothing. He just shuts you up with a hand on your face and his eyes unyielding on yours.
It had taken a single hour of your life to learn how Suna Rintarou deals with you when he’s frustrated.
How had he done it before? When you’d annoyed him, how had he managed? Would he just roll his eyes and move on? Yes, that feels right.
Had he wanted to react this way instead the entire time?
You think of how to proceed, your eyes flicking between his.
“Uhm-” You mumble, and he loosens his grip so you can speak, but his thumb taps a warning into the corner of your mouth. “Okay, can I just… clean up, then?”
He eyes you for a moment, and then he lets you go, watching you step carefully into his bathroom. You close the door while keeping your eyes on his, and you think you see him head back to the room as you’re shutting the door between you.
You spend the better half of five minutes staring at yourself in the mirror. At the marks he’d left on your neck and chest, already bruising. At the state of your nudity, somehow forgotten in the last few moments with him. At the panties you’re wearing, hiding the mess Suna Rintarou had left there not once, but twice tonight. Buried between your legs – not once, but twice .
Ten years of friendship, changed in a matter of hours.
What are you going to do? Was this worth it? Was risking everything worth a single chance to sleep with your best friend? Would things be terribly awkward now-
“ Stop catastrophizing.”
His voice pulls you from the pit you’re heading into, quick and painless and effortlessly him.
You glance over your shoulder through the mirror, seeing his shadow under the door.
“ Use the bathroom or open the door – no third option. ”
You wonder if you’d always been prone to following his lead without question.
Yes, you think, as you do exactly as he says and move to the toilet. You have been.
At Inarizaki, when he would hand you his spare volleyball jersey and tell you to sit front row at their games, ignoring the horde of girls glaring from across the room.
In college, when you’d almost decided against the Culinary major, and he’d steered you firmly away from the Econ booth at the recruitment fair and walked you straight over to where Osamu was waiting expectantly, already chatting it up with the upperclassmen wearing chef hats.
Even with your past boyfriends, you’d only become most aware of their flaws and what they really thought of you once you’d introduce them to Suna. Only then – when green eyes would stare at outstretched hands before flicking to yours, unimpressed – would you see their inadequacies.
Suna Rintarou had always known how to keep you in check, always forcing you to put yourself first.
You stare at your reflection while you wash your hands.
Do you want to stay the night? If he gave you the choice – if you weren’t worried about him wanting you to leave – would you stay?
You crack the door open after another moment, poking your head out. Suna’s leaning on the wall, holding one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers. He eyes you quietly, offering them to you.
Yes , you decide, taking them from him carefully.
You would stay.
You back away and change quickly, leaving the door cracked. Seeing that the shirt’s bordering on snug around the tummy, you grimace and turn this way and that, wondering how to make it look better.
You don’t notice Suna nudging the door open, but you can sense that he’s watching you in the mirror, so you glance up.
He’s got his eyes trained on how the shirt fits you, eyes dark as he leans against the door frame. His mouth quirks up briefly, and then he’s pulling his lip ring between his teeth.
“I’ll admit-” He clicks his teeth with his tongue. “-that this was a selfish choice on my part.”
You flush. “I look silly.”
“That’s not the word I would have used,” He says, meeting your eyes now. “Still want me to take you home?”
It’s a test, that much is clear. His gaze is guarded, and the slight angle of his eyebrow tells you that, if you say yes, he might be disappointed.
Not in you, you realize. But disappointed all the same.
You turn toward him, facing him head-on as you take a step in his direction. You take a deep breath, reaching out and toying with the band on his shorts, and then look up at him.
“Can I stay?”
You’ve never seen that look in his eye before, the one that’s tinted with pride and warmth.
You wonder what you could possibly do to see it again.
“Yes,” He all but laughs. “You can stay. Tonight and tomorrow and the day after, too.”
You smile, looking down at your feet. “I’ll take you up on that if you’re not careful.”
“I hate being careful. I’m opposed to it, really,” He grins when you give him a deadpan look. “Stay all week. And next week, too.”
“Shut up-” You smack his arm, following him back to the bedroom.
It’s only when you’re climbing into bed with him – climbing into Suna Rintarou’s bed with the intention of spending the night with him, after you’ve just slept with him – that your nerves return.
“Sunarin,” You start, kneeling beside him on the mattress. “What are we-”
He latches onto the front of your – his – shirt and pulls you down next to him. “Tomorrow,” He mumbles, dragging you close and trapping you under him. His head lands on your chest, and he slings an arm around your waist, a knee lodged between yours. “Tomorrow.”
You still for a moment, and then you slide an arm over his back and card your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly.
“Tomorrow,” You repeat into his hair.
It’s concerningly easy to fall asleep like that.
–
When you wake the next morning, Suna’s gone.
You have a brief moment of panic at the thought that he’d realized his mistake and run, but then you remember that you’re in his apartment.
And, apart from that very convincing point, it smells like his house is burning in bacon grease.
You climb out of bed, pausing briefly to be utterly shocked at how sore you are, and then you pad quietly into the hall.
He’s in the kitchen, running around in a silent panic and waving a dish towel over the smoky mess coming out of his oven.
“I have so many questions,” You say, announcing yourself.
“Fuck!” He jumps, turning. “Fucking fuck, you scared me.”
You smile at his eloquence, rounding the corner of the bar and staring down at the open oven. Several strips of what should be bacon are sitting on a sheet pan, shriveled up and charred to all hell.
“How long have those been in there?” You smile when you ask, because you can tell by the look of them exactly how long they’ve been there.
“I set the 20-minute timer…” He glances at the clock. “55 minutes ago?” He tilts his head, and you can’t help but think it’s quite endearing. “That’s not right.”
“No, that’s definitely right,” You laugh, plucking the dish towel from him and pulling the pan out easily. You toss the bacon straight in the trash and then put the pan on the stove, pointing at the nearby window as you go. He opens it, and then does the same with the other two in the living room.
“Well, I think we both know I’ll never be as good at this as you are,” He says, sticking his head out and breathing in fresh air.
You just open his fridge and duck inside, finding half a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs. You pull both out, along with some vegetables to throw into a scramble. “Why are you making breakfast?” You know well enough that he doesn’t eat in the morning, and he’d always hated cooking for himself.
“Because-” His voice is close again, and you find him peering pathetically at the bacon in the trash. “-you’re always on my ass about eating three square meals a day. I didn’t want to get yelled at.”
You chop an onion quickly, rolling your eyes at the appreciative noises he makes at your quick knifework.
“So professional,” He teases, whistling.
“It’s an onion, Suna,” You laugh. “If you can’t dice an onion at your grown age, we have bigger problems to address.”
“See, this is the shit I was trying to avoid-” He whines, moving around you. “Coffee?”
You glance back, seeing that he’s at his coffee maker. He smirks down at you.
“I don’t have an industrial grade espresso machine, unfortunately. But drip coffee does the job, I would assume.”
You roll your eyes again. “I’m not some stuck-up coffee bitch-”
“Don’t tell your customers that,” He jokes, and you watch as he scoops tablespoons of ground coffee straight from a bag of your own shop’s brand. You smile, somehow not having realized that he gets his coffee from you. “They’re relying on your stuck-up coffee bitch tendencies to tell them what’s good.”
“Noted,” You respond, moving to his stove. He brushes a hand on your waist as he reaches over you to get two mugs from the cabinet, and you lean back to let him open the cabinet door, finding yourself pressed warmly against his chest.
It’s all terribly domestic, in a way that things have never been between the two of you.
When he presses his mouth lazily against the side of your head in something that’s not quite a kiss but certainly can’t be deemed platonic, the nerves from last night set in again.
You glance up as he moves away, finding that he’s eyeing you for a reaction.
You bow your head, shifting chopped bacon around the pan and focusing hard on making a decent egg scramble. He chuckles to himself, preparing your coffee the way he knows you like it, and your stomach swoops with a fluttery feeling you’d never thought to associate with Suna Rintarou.
You serve breakfast quickly and take the plates quickly to the couch, feeling his presence behind you.
You start to eat in relative silence, but he only lasts a matter of two minutes.
“Stop thinking so hard. It’s ruining my appetite.”
You sigh, the dam broken now, and set your plate down on the table.
“Can we talk about it?”
“Obviously,” He responds with ease, setting his plate next to yours. “That’s why I made you stay.”
You blink. “What?”
“You think I was gonna just let you go home and avoid me for a week until I would have to corner you at work?” He rolls his eyes. “I don’t have the energy to be that dramatic, and neither do you.”
You work through that slowly. “You knew that taking me home would make me anxious…?”
“Dude,” He laughs, digging the heel of his hand into his eye. “How long have we known each other?”
You don’t know if you’re offended or relieved that he’d called you Dude after fucking you twice in one night.
“How many times in our friendship have you tried avoiding me?” He continues, eyeing you knowingly.
You think right away of that very first time, when he’d started walking you home after school and then picking you up in the morning. When you’d felt a bit wary of him and opted to stay away, only for him to stop you in your tracks and reel you back in after a couple weeks.
And then again, in college, when his then-girlfriend had asked you to stay away from him. They’d been together a while, and he’d seemed happy, so you had tried it. He’d shown up at your door after exactly 6 of his messages had gone unanswered, demanding an explanation. It had been a day and a half.
Just one other time, a few months after moving to Osaka, when he’d come over and found one of your vibrators on the couch. You’d promptly disappeared into your room, determined to wait him out, but he had picked your lock after an hour and then proceeded to chase you around your apartment with the toy, scolding you for your avoidant tendencies.
And now, this. Not even ten minutes into the beginning of your panicked spiral, he’d yanked you out of it and gotten you to stay with him. Mere minutes to settle your nerves.
“Oh,” You mumble, understanding now that he had never let you stray for too long, even back then.
“Yeah. Oh ,” He laughs. “So stop panicking internally and start panicking externally so I can fix it.”
You pick at a stray piece of lint on the t-shirt he’d given you. “I’m worried things will be ruined between us.”
“Not happening. Next.” He says it with such certainty that you need a moment to recover.
“That’s it? Not happening?” You laugh wryly, shaking your head. “You kissed the side of my head while getting a cup from the cabinet.”
He just shrugs. “You got a kissable head. Not my fault.”
“Suna!” You smack your hands on the couch cushion, frustrated. “I am worried about this!”
“And I-” He starts, turning toward you now. “-am not.” He looks you straight in the eye. “I am not worried about this. At all.”
“Why not?” You plead, voice a bit whiny. “Why are you so unconcerned about this?”
“Because I trust you, and you trust me,” He says simply. “At the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We deal with things together, and we trust each other.”
“I don’t know how you can feel so settled about something this complicated,” You sigh.
“There’s nothing complicated about it, Y/n,” He shakes his head. “You wanted to get laid, and I offered.”
You frown. He lifts a brow, asking a pointed question.
“Did you have fun?”
You think about every moment that made you tremble last night, about the soreness between your legs. Your face warms, and you find him smiling knowingly down at you. He tilts his head.
“Yeah. I did, too,” He admits, smile widening when you flush harder. “Why would I want that to stop? We had fun.”
You stare, nerves frozen. You hadn’t mentioned anything about continuing with this little arrangement.
He lifts a brow. “You thought we were done?”
Your stomach swoops with anticipation. “I mean… We… I got what I… And you…”
He shakes his head. “Nope. There’s a lot of shit we gotta fix.”
“Fix?” You repeat, scoffing. “About me?”
“Not you . The shit you’ve internalized,” He says, giving you a look. “Asking if you can kiss me ? Really ? That’s fucked up.”
You warm again, embarrassed. “Well, I’ve made the mistake of assuming before that-”
“The only mistake you’ve made-” He cuts you off. “-is letting unworthy guys into your bed. Everything else is on them.”
You swallow. “And you think you’re worthy?”
He watches you carefully. “I think that’s up to you to decide.”
When you don’t respond, only staring at him dumbly, he scoots closer, eyes dropping to your mouth.
“Will you let me show you that everyone before me was wrong?” He swallows, the mood heavier than before. “Because I think I could – I think I should.”
You breathe out a shaky sigh, eyes catching on the glint of his lip ring. “You don’t have to do me any favors-”
You watch as that lip ring moves with the curve of his smile, slow and laughing at some joke you don’t realize you’ve told.
“Favors,” He echoes, shaking his head and leaning close. Your lungs fill with the scent of him, and his eyes are dark when you finally look up at them. “You must think very highly of me if you think that’s what this is.”
You’re leaning close, head dipping toward his before you can think too hard about it.
“I really don’t think I should use you for sex, Suna,” You protest weakly.
His lips brush against yours when he whispers to you.
“But I really want you to.”
When you curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, he presses his mouth to yours. It comes with a fuzzy feeling in your head, a fog that makes it hard to say no. He tilts his head and leans forward, and you find yourself half-trapped under him, heading in a direction that’s terrifyingly familiar.
“Is that a yes, then?” He murmurs, fingers sliding up past the hem of your shirt and kneading at your waist.
You nod after a moment, trying to focus on putting yourself first. He’s suggesting this, and he’s made it clear this is for him, too. The memory of how he’d looked down at you last night, hungry and needy, sends a tingle through your body.
What’s the harm in a little fun between two consenting adults?
“If you’re sure,” You breathe into his mouth, offering your consent and giving him the final say.
You find yourself pressed up against corner of the couch after that, Suna caging you in and slotting his hips between your thighs.
“ Thank fuck ,” He whispers, tangling his fingers in your hair and molding his mouth to yours. He presses his hips very gently between yours, seeking silent permission. You sigh into his mouth at the feel of him against your core, already half-hard, but then you wince, because he’s pushing up against a rather sore spot.
He pulls away, eyes searching your face. You grin sheepishly.
“Just a little sore.”
His brows lift, and he’s glancing down between you. “Shit, I didn’t realize-”
“It’s fine,” You laugh, shaking your head. “I wasn’t really expecting it, either. Guess it’s just been a while.”
He has positively no need for the inflated ego that would come with telling him you’ve never been with someone of his… physique.
Still, you can’t help but rather cryptically mumble to yourself, “ Just gotta get used to it .”
You feel his pleased grin in the silence that follows.
“I can, uh-” His voice is so smug, you want to smack him. He hooks a finger into the band of the boxers he’d lent you, tugging suggestively. “-think of something that might help with that.”
The room becomes suddenly quite a bit warm.
You glance up through your eyelashes, that fuzzy feeling returning when you find him staring back. You lift your hips just enough to help him pull the shorts off, his eyes on yours the entire time. They’re filled with thinly veiled excitement, the kind of excitement he might actually be embarrassed to realize he’s showing.
This Suna is the same as last night, but something’s different. He’s not the Suna that had guaranteed he would focus on you, with no care for securing his own pleasure.
This Suna is reaching for your hips with hands that want to do things without asking, hands that want to take what they want selfishly. You jump when he drags you up and onto his lap, your bare core pushed down onto his boxers. You gasp in surprise, feeling him so intimately through the fabric, and he does the same, his hips shifting on instinct under you.
“ Fuck, Rin ,” You whisper, chasing the slide of him against you, the fabric of his boxers already wet. When you say his name, his head falls back, and he stares up at you with cloudy eyes. He cups the back of your neck and pulls you down, lips full on yours.
You barely register when he lifts your hips just enough for him to tug his boxers down, but you feel it with haze-inducing certainty when he brings you back down and drags you along the length of him. Your head hangs forward, forehead pressed against his as you copy his motion on your own, his cock wonderfully hard and searing hot against your core.
“ Yes, ” He breathes, fingers gripping your waist. “ Just like that -” He buries a hand in your hair and pulls your lips to his, his hips moving in time with yours while he kisses you. He reaches between you, and you know without being told to lift up just enough that he can line himself up against your entrance.
When you sink down on him, his moan mixes with yours in your mouth. The stretch makes you ache, all those sore spots crying out around him, but, more than anything, it feels so impossibly good .
You start to move, trying to find a way to lift up off of him, but he slides an arm around your waist, keeping you sitting firmly in his lap. You let out a noise of protest, and he smiles.
“ Getting you used to it ,” He murmurs against your lips. You squirm impatiently, and he holds you tighter. “ Just be patient. I don’t wanna hurt you more ,” He scolds, his voice so low and gentle and vibrating so softly against your lips.
You drop your head to his shoulder, whining quietly. “Want you to move.”
“That’s too bad,” He snickers into your neck. His hand falls between you, and you jump at the cold pad of his thumb on your clit. He circles it carefully, breathing unevenly when you start to clench around him. “You did it just fine last night, didn’t you?” He laughs, cut short when you swirl your hips, shifting around him just enough to make the rest of his comment come out with a moan. “Come on, Y/n, let me help you.”
You give in, slumping against his chest with a sigh. He whispers into your ear, a breathy ‘ Good girl ’ sending a shock of nerves down your spine. His thumb warms on your clit, the only movement shared between you, apart from the constant, unconscious clench of your walls around his cock. He twitches inside you each time, small sighs leaving him.
A particularly hard swipe of his thumb makes you shiver, and Suna’s sigh is more audible than the one before, almost a moan but more of a choke on his breath before a harsh release. You lift your head, eyes hazy as you stare down at his mouth, willing those parted lips to let that sound come again.
He stares back, and you trace the flush of his cheeks, radiating warmth, up to his eyes. He looks just as far away as you feel, the fog in your head reflected in his gaze.
You hold his gaze for a moment, the slide of his thumb on your most sensitive spot electrified when combined with the lock of his eyes on yours.
When his gaze drops to your mouth and then flicks up again, your nerves twist in your navel, and you let out a soft whine.
His eyes widen marginally at the sound, and his cock twitches hard against your walls. You both moan, and his hands slide to your waist so he can drag you against him, a moment of brief insanity.
“ Oh, ” You exhale, eyes wide. Suna sighs in response, a quiet ‘ fuck ’ slipping past his lips. Your fingers fall between you, picking up right where he left off.
“Oh, God,” He moans, staring down at how your fingers move. “Look at you.”
You whine and close your eyes, trying to push down the embarrassment that’s flooding your cheeks. You feel his hands pull you down over him, and he holds you tight to his chest.
“ Don’t get nervous ,” He murmurs against your ear, an arm securing you to him. “ You’re doing so good .”
You bury your face in his shirt, his scent intoxicating in a way you hadn’t noticed before yesterday. The coil in your navel twists hard, the cliff right there where you remember it. “ Is this okay?”
“ More than okay .” His breath is warm on your skin. “ Keep going. Use me – please- ”
You add ‘ begging’ to the list of ways Suna can shove you right over the edge, right under ‘ praise’ .
Your ears ring when you come, your half-sob of his name into his shirt completely unheard. He just slides his hand into your hair and holds you close as you twitch against him, his breath warm and unsteady in your ear.
You heave a breath into the crook of his neck after a moment and then lift your head, your nose brushing against his when you look at him. He smiles lazily at you, eyes flicking to your lips and back when you start to mirror it.
“Still sore?”
You laugh, nodding. “It’s better, though. Not as much of a stretch. Doesn’t hurt to sit like this.”
Suna grimaces. “I wish you woulda told me it hurt.”
“It wasn’t very high on my list of priorities last night.”
His smile has a hint of pride that’s only mildly exasperating. “Well, hopefully next time, it won’t hurt at all.”
You flush at the anticipation of next time , of the arrangement set for the indefinite future.
You take him in then, realizing that he hadn’t finished. His cheeks are still heated, and there’s a slightly distracted tint to his gaze.
He’s upsettingly pretty.
“What about you?” You ask, sitting up slightly. He purses his lips at the movement, shaking his head.
“It’s fine. I don’t want to make anything worse.”
You frown, looking at him with uncertainty. Never once had you been with a guy that had just stopped before he could benefit from being with you.
Suna smiles back bitterly, reading you. “Weren’t expecting that, huh?” When you say nothing, he sighs to himself. “So much to fix.”
You frown, disliking that word, even now. “I’m not a pet project-”
“ No- ” He cuts you off, lifting his hand to your face, eyes clearly laced with irritation that you’d suggest something like that.
His fingers hover over your cheeks, and you know he wants to squeeze you, but he slides his fingers through your hair instead, a small sigh steadying him. “You’re not a project. You’re not a charity, either, and I’m not doing you any favors- ” He tightens his grip on your hair, speaking through gritted teeth.
“You’re my best friend, and I think my newest hobby should be finding every guy you’ve ever had the misfortune of encountering and beating his kneecaps out with my bare hands.”
You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but he’s not done.
“I’m angry, more than you probably think, that several guys have made you feel like you can’t have everything you want-” He uses his grip to pull your face close, and your smile drops when you have nowhere else to look but at his eyes. They’re dark – cold and annoyed – but there’s something else there that make your nerves twist with a tinge of excitement. A promise to give you something you thought only pretty girls deserved.
“I’m angry that I did not realize just how much I should have hated all those guys you introduced me to-” His heated sigh warms your lips. “-or that I could have been the one in their place all this time, making sure you never got to this point.”
You stare, eyes wide, when you realize what he’s saying. That if he could go back, he would. That he would undo everything – that he will undo everything.
Suna keeps your eyes on his when he speaks. “So I’m going to fix it , and you’re going to let me. ”
You don’t know what to make of the way your nerves flutter, the way your heart pounds for Suna Rintarou.
You swallow, nodding shallowly. “ Okay ,” You whisper, because you don’t know that you can speak any louder than that.
He breathes, echoing back. “Okay.” He blinks, loosening his grip just enough to give you room to pull away. “Now,” He sighs. “Can we finish eating and go to work? Because the way you’re looking at me is making me hard again.”
You only realize he’s still inside you when his cock twitches, and you have to laugh, disbelief flooding you.
“Uh-Yeah-” You stumble, lifting off of him and tensing when he slips out of you. Suna sighs, tucking himself into his shorts and then reaching for his plate.
“Fucking breakfast,” He grumbles, shoveling cold egg scramble into his mouth. “Three square meals a day, my ass.”
This man’s going to give you whiplash, you’re sure of it.
–
When you walk into your shop, freshly showered and wearing one of Suna’s hoodies over the single pair of jeans you’d left at his place months ago, you’re incredibly glad that you hadn’t let him walk you inside.
Osamu is standing at the door leading to the back hallway, smiling far too happily for your liking.
“Hi,” You say to him, suspicious of the look on his face. You round the bar of your half of the shop, greeting the barista on shift. Haru’s a college frat boy, but he’s sweet and brings a lively energy to the shop that neither you nor Osamu can manage on your own. The girl standing behind the register on Osamu’s side, a classmate of Haru’s named Mayuri, is often exasperated with him, but their constant bickering only adds to the appeal of your store overall.
“Hey, Haru,” You grin, patting him on the shoulder as you pass behind him. He just whistles low as he pulls espresso shots.
“Fun night?”
When you just blink, he glances back at you and beams, lifting one hand to the side of his neck. “Try a turtleneck next time, Boss.”
You gasp, slapping your hand over the bruise you’re now aware of. “I-” You turn to Osamu, who’s smiling to himself as he heads back into the small hallway bridging your two shops.
You turn and rush through the door behind the bar, one that leads into your storage room, and Osamu appears at the doorway on the other end of the room, clearly aware that this conversation can’t happen out in the main room.
“Don’t-” You point at the smug grin on his face. “-look at me like that.”
“How was the rest of your night?” He asks, leaning on one of the counters and crossing his arms over his chest.
“How was yours?” You tease, lifting a brow. “How’s Yachi?”
And then you duck, because he’s throwing a bag of coffee beans at you.
“She’s great, thank you for asking,” He says through gritted teeth and a blush. “We’re getting dinner on Friday.”
You gasp, forgetting all about taunting him. “Really?!” You move to his side, bouncing on your toes excitedly. “How? When? What’d you say? What’d she say? Where are you going-”
“Y/n,” He laughs, throwing his head back. “Deep breaths, please.”
You breathe in and out dramatically before tapping a hand rapidly on his arm. “Details, details!”
He shakes his head. “I asked, she said yes, we’re going to that Italian place you’re always talking about-”
“Yes!” You jump, smacking him hard on the shoulder. “Miya Osamu, everybody!” You smack him again for good measure. “This is the best day of my life.”
“Oh?” He lifts a brow. “Do I need to make sure Suna never hears that?”
Your excited bouncing stops abruptly, and you flush hard, much to the pleasure of your friend. He reaches out in your silence, prodding lightly at the mark on your throat. You just smack his hand away lightly with an embarrassed laugh. “What d’you want me to say, Samu?”
“Everything-” He says right away, clearly dying for information. But then he grimaces. “Well, not everything , please. But, you know-”
You scoff, affronted, and lean on the counter across from him. “I think you know most of it.”
“I highly doubt that,” He shakes his head, staring you down. “There’s a whole night between when I last saw you and right now.”
“Well, obviously, some of that time was spent sleeping,” You try, intentionally being difficult. It doesn’t work, Osamu a wall of patience after a lifetime with his brother.
“Oh, yes, obviously. But that still leaves-” He counts obnoxiously on his fingers. “-a good three or four hours unaccounted for. And-” He flicks his chin in the direction of the main room. “-considering who left you at the door two minutes ago, I’m gonna guess that your bed was very lonely last night.”
You warm to the point of discomfort, crossing and uncrossing your arms over your middle. “There was some bed sharing, yes.”
“Oh, some bed sharing,” Osamu echoes, nodding very seriously, his eyes betraying the mirth he feels. “Yes, some bed sharing – and before that? In the time between damaging a door in one of Tsumu’s spare rooms and sharing Suna’s bed?”
“We didn’t damage a door- ” You hiss, embarrassed, but he just smiles at you. You sigh. “But there may have been some… other bed sharing.”
Osamu hides his face in his hands and laughs loudly. You stomp a foot.
“What!”
He shakes his head, waving a hand with a sigh. “Nothing. What else?”
“Nothing,” You say stubbornly. “That was it.”
“Bullshit,” He smiles evenly, clearly unconvinced by your performance. “It’s-” He glances at his watch. “-ten in the morning, and you were giving him bedroom eyes when he dropped you off.”
“I was not!” You yell, humiliated.
“Something else happened this morning,” He teases, ignoring your outburst. “So you can either tell me now when it’s just us, or you can tell me later, but Atsumu won’t be as nice when he asks.”
You pale, forgetting about the consequences of sleeping with Suna Rintarou in Miya Atsumu’s apartment.
As though punished by the mere thought of him, you hear the door to the shop slam open, the bell jingling violently.
“ Where y’at, punk! ”
The consequence in question being Miya Atsumu himself.
You stare up at Osamu, eyes wide, but the man just shrugs and smiles down at you.
“Good luck,” He says, offering no comfort aside from that.
You rush out to the front, finding your worst enemy on the other side.
Atsumu stares down at you from the counter, eyes wide. Sakusa’s just behind him, eyeing the area behind the bar as though deciding if he wants to order something. The germaphobe meets your eyes, and you see the shape of his mask change as he face rises into a small, polite smile.
“I figured you’d need help,” He says plainly, eyes leaving yours to flick to a jar filled with open straws when Haru comes over and plucks one from inside while making someone else’s drink.
You smile, ignoring Atsumu and stepping up to the register. “What can I get you, Kiyoomi?”
“Mm,” The man hums, glancing up at menu. You feel Atsumu’s eyes boring into the mark on your throat but keep your eyes on his not-boyfriend, watching him glance briefly at the stack of plastic cups and then at the jar of straws again. He clears his throat. “Just an iced latte, please.”
You punch the order into the register and then clear the charge with your authorization code just as he’s reaching into his wallet. He watches the pay screen disappear in confusion, but you just smile up at him innocently and turn to Atsumu while the order prints out on Haru’s side of the bar.
“Need something, Tsumu? A latte for you, too?”
“Nah, I’m good,” He smiles back, just as innocent but with an icy edge. “Some answers’d be nice, if ya sell those here.”
“Oh, sure, answers,” You grin, matching his cold tone. You feel Haru glance nervously at you while he pulls the shots for Sakusa’s drink, so you shoot him a comforting smile. “Don’t worry, Haru, we’re just chatting.”
“Yeah, just chattin’,” Atsumu grins knowingly down at you. “Caught you just chattin’ in my kitchen last night with a certain someone-”
“Alright-” You interrupt, your smile threatening. “-I think you’ll find your answers in the back, actually,” You say, because Haru doesn’t need all the details of your unexpected night with Suna.
The frat boy hands you Sakusa’s drink, strawless, and then moves to wipe down the bar.
While his back is turned, you set the drink down and reach for a pair of latex gloves under the counter and pull them on. Crouching, you pull a fresh cup from stock, one that’s yet to see the light of day. You pour out Sakusa’s drink into the clean cup and cap it, and then, as Sakusa’s taking it with wide eyes and lifted brows, you reach under the counter again and retrieve the box of straws, holding it out to him so he can grab a clean straw for himself. He reaches for it slowly, blinking a few times in quick succession before mumbling a quiet ‘ Thank you ’.
“Any time,” You say with a bright smile. And then you turn, tossing the used cup and gloves and leaving Haru to man the bar again while you lead the boys to where Osamu’s still waiting for you. You hear Sakusa whisper ‘ You told her? ’ to Atsumu as you go, smiling to yourself when the blond just mumbles ‘ I di’nt tell her nothin’ , Omi ’.
When Atsumu sees his brother waiting, he makes a beeline for him, all but yelling, “What’d she tell ya? Tell me!”
Sakusa stops you at the door, the sleeve of Suna’s hoodie caught between the knuckles of his pointer and middle fingers as he pulls you back. He pushes some cash into your palm, far more than his drink would have actually cost.
“Thank you,” He says again, gaze meaningful.
“Any time,” You repeat, just as meaningfully. You try to push the money back, but he just brushes past you with a hidden smile, leaving you holding his cash as he moves to Atsumu’s side. He stands closer to the blond than he had outside, because it’s safe to do so here. You lift a brow at Atsumu, who flushes briefly before pointing at you.
“Uh-uh, don’t go distractin’ me – Did you fuck ‘im er not?”
You choke, eyes bugging out at him. “Atsumu-”
Osamu snickers into his hand. “What’d I tell you? He’s brutal.”
Atsumu ignores it. “Answer me, woman! How many times and in which positions?”
“ Atsumu! ” You laugh, aiming a swing in his direction. “Those details are mine and Suna’s alone-”
“Was it twice?” Atsumu starts. “Once at mine and then once when ya got home?”
“Definitely twice,” Osamu confirms before you can say anything. “The question is, what happened this morning ? The bedroom eyes at the door is makin’ me think it was three times, actually-”
“Samu-” You start.
“ Bedroom eyes ?!” Atsumu yells, scandalized. “Three times for sure, then! Maybe four?”
“No, not four!” You hold your hands out to stop him from going any further.
“So, three ,” Osamu says decidedly, smirking down at you.
“Definitely three ,” Atsumu nods, his face just the same.
You realize your mistake and sigh, exhausted. When you glance up at Sakusa, he just sips at his latte with a blank face.
“A little of that help would be nice right about now,” You whisper to him. He just blinks back.
“I’d like to know more about these bedroom eyes you were giving him, actually.”
You throw your hands out in frustration while Atsumu laughs, Osamu offering Sakusa an elbow to bump in approval.
“Fine,” You say, giving in, and then give them all the answers at once. “Three – two last night and one this morning, after he almost burned the apartment down making breakfast,” You recount in almost detached detail, ignoring when Atsumu mumbles ‘ He made breakfast?’ incredulously. “Then he convinced me that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to keep sleeping together. He dropped me off here-” You point at Osamu in warning. “-but I did not give him bedroom eyes.”
Your co-owner smiles back. “It was the look Atsumu gives Sakusa after they win a game.”
You grimace, unable to enjoy the lovely pink shade flooding Atsumu’s cheeks or the amused look of interest Sakusa gives him out of the corner of his eye, because you know exactly which look Osamu’s talking about, and it’s horrifically obvious.
“That’s embarrassing,” You say plainly.
“Hey!” Atsumu protests loudly.
Sakusa just smiles and sips at his drink again.
“Man,” Osamu says, shaking his head as the thinks. “Three times in under twelve hours is crazy,” He laughs. “You guys were really making up for lost time, huh?”
You flush, remembering that Suna had said the same just before pulling you into Atsumu’s spare room. You’d taken it as him offering a reason to whisk you away from that group of guys, but, now that Osamu’s mentioning it, too-
“What do you mean, lost time?” You ask, eyeing him. He looks at you like you’re insane.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” When you just stare up at him, he balks. “You guys have been all over each other since college.”
“What?!” You laugh. “No, we haven’t-”
“Oh, yes, you have,” Atsumu says, just as bewildered. “I couldn’t get a second alone with ya half the time!”
“That’s not the same!” You argue. “It wasn’t like this back then – I didn’t even know he liked girls like me until last night!”
“You didn’t ?” The twins say simultaneously. Sakusa joins you in eyeing them in concern.
“I don’t like when they do that,” He says, and you nod.
“Agreed.”
Osamu laughs in disbelief. “Y/n, Suna doesn’t look up from his phone unless there’s a thick girl in the room. You can’t have missed that.”
You think hard about that. Had you ever seen that? You don’t think that’s ever happened.
Then you remember last night, the way he’d only managed about ten minutes of conversation with Bokuto before pulling his phone out to doom scroll. You remember how he’d ignored everyone after that, how guilty you’d felt making him wait for you while you’d tried to meet a guy.
Is he always like that?
“I never noticed that…” You say, thinking. Atsumu hums.
“Yeah. I wonder why,” He says, smiling like he knows exactly why. You flush, catching his meaning.
“I don’t think I was up for consideration until last night,” You argue weakly. He just shrugs.
“Maybe not consciously,” He offers. “But he sure was quick t’ take over when things weren’t workin’ with that other guy.”
He was, you realize. He was quick to take over.
You truly believe Suna had never looked twice at you until last night. But that only makes your nerves tingle with extra strength when you think about how quickly he’d stepped in in Atsumu’s kitchen. How little time it had taken for things to change between you.
You swallow, suddenly warm. “You don’t think,” You start, fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie. “You don’t think we look a little silly together? Me and him?”
You’d tried so hard to let Suna’s reassurances be enough – you want so badly to just believe him and everything he says to you – but when he’s not here, your anxiety comes back. When he’s not here to distract you, to remind you, to tell you what’s on his mind and exactly what he thinks, it’s easy to fall back in on yourself. To remember what you look like on the outside, what people probably think when they see you next to him.
You had never been self-conscious about standing next to Suna Rintarou before, because there had been nothing between you before.
Now, you wonder if girls will approach him even with you there, because you’re not a threat to them.
“Oy,” Atsumu’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you find him snapping his fingers annoyingly in your face. You realize Sakusa’s got two knuckles on your elbow, tapping lightly.
“Sorry,” You mumble, blinking up at Atsumu. “What?”
“I said ,” He rolls his eyes. “Yer outta yer mind if you think that.”
“You guys look good together,” Osamu says, nodding. “I’ve always thought so, even in high school.”
“Huh?” You laugh. “In high school?”
He just shrugs. “Even as friends, you look good. You were always a little innocent and sweet, and he was always rude as fuck. I had fun just watching you guys.”
Atsumu sighs heatedly but nods. “Yeah… Even though I was always mad he was takin’ you away from me, you guys were fun together. You were always shy, but not with him. You liked yellin’ at him.” He rolls his eyes. “Still mad about it, though.”
You laugh, watching Sakusa nudge him with a fond look in his eye. You turn to the man, the only one here that hadn’t known you or Suna before Osaka.
“What about you, Kiyoomi? If you saw me and Suna in the street, would you do a double-take?”
He blinks, sipping while he finds his words. “I think a lot of other people will, but you shouldn’t pay them any attention. People will assume things about you two, because that’s what people do.”
He meets your eyes. “But I would only look twice at you because Rintarou looks different when he’s around you. Less bored and unapproachable. And I think that’s kind of obvious, even to someone who doesn’t know him.”
You stare up at him, processing that. That a stranger might give the two of you attention not because of you, but because of Suna. That he might be different enough around you that a stranger would be able to see it.
You hadn’t noticed that, either.
What else hadn’t you noticed?
“Oh,” You say dumbly.
Osamu snickers. “Don’t think too hard with him. Suna’s a simple man, you know that.”
“Yeah,” You mumble, smiling to yourself when you remember how he’d refused to make things complicated this morning. “I guess he is.”
Atsumu’s watch beeps, and he jumps when he looks down at it. “Aw, shit! We’re gonna be late, Omi!” He latches onto Sakusa’s jacket and tugs him from the room, shouting back that ‘ this ain’t over!’ while Sakusa waves blankly back at you and Osamu.
You sigh, reaching for your purse where you’d left it on a box of coffee beans when you’d come it. “I better find something to cover this up,” You say, gesturing to your neck.
Osamu laughs, heading for the door. “Or don’t. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing it after a hard day at work.”
You flush, staring down into your purse while Osamu leaves you to mull that over.
Working in your office today wouldn’t be so awful.
–
Around lunch, you get a text from him.
You’d managed to set most thoughts of him aside in order to take care of your daily administrative tasks, but you hadn’t been able to clear him out of your head entirely. In the middle of writing a promotional email, you remember how he’d said your name in your ear, and you’re stuck staring down at your keyboard in a daze until the nerves settle. And then again, when you’re taking weekly inventory in the storage room, your cheeks tingle with the memory of him grabbing them to shut you up, again and again. You have to clutch your clipboard to your chest then, ears ringing and face warm.
And now, after a productive hour of pretending Suna Rintarou hasn’t bled into every thought that crosses your mind, your phone buzzes on your desk. You don’t stop to wonder if it might be him, too concentrated on cross-checking your bank account with your ledger to remember that the person who texts you most often at this time is him.
Your eyes flick to the screen, and your pen falls from your fingers entirely on its own.
[1:07 PM]
Sunarin : i wouldnt be mad if you suddenly appeared in my shop in the next 30 minutes
You swallow, nerves buzzing in your veins as you lean back in your chair.
Be normal , you think. This could mean anything.
You : you just want food.
He responds immediately, like he always does, but it makes your fingers numb to think he’d been waiting for your text.
Sunarin : it’s the delivery girl more than the delivery that im interested in
Your stomach flips, and an Uber is called before you can really think twice about it. Osamu says nothing when you leave with red ears and your head bent, but you hear Haru and Mayuri giggling together as the door jingles closed behind you.
You : well you be sure to tell them that
You : they might give you a discount
Sunarin : now why in the world would i want a discount, y/n?
You ride all the way to the onigiri restaurant down the street from his shop with your face in your hands, another text waiting for you while you order.
[1:22 PM]
Sunarin : this would be a terrible time to find out you’ve been crushed under a really heavy box of coffee beans…
You laugh to yourself, running a hand down your face and feeling a bit delirious. This is all so new and weird, but the swoop in your stomach and the antsy tap of your foot on the floor while you wait for lunch is taking over all sense of reason.
You type out a response without thinking.
You : your delivery girl expects to be tipped well
And then you press a hand to your forehead, realizing how badly that had come out only after sending it.
Suna’s response is laced with amusement.
Sunarin : oh????????????????
Sunarin : okay??????????????????
Sunarin : i can certainly do that????
You : shut up
You : you shut up, suna rintarou
You : that was an accident
Sunarin : it sure as shit didnt read like one
You : im eating all of this food and leaving you to starve
Sunarin : wait no im actually hungry bro
You : do not BRO me after that, you insufferable idiot
Sunarin : you did that all on your own
You laugh in half-exasperation as you carry the takeout bag up the road and to his shop. When the door jingles, you barely have time to greet his long-time assistant, Suki, before the door to Suna’s office is being wrenched open. He pokes his head out, eyes finding yours.
You try to push down the rush of nerves that fill you when he smiles lazily at you.
“I see lunch is still uneaten.”
“Pending review,” You say, smiling at the receptionist. “Hey, Suki.”
“Hey, girl,” She says, spinning in her chair to beam up at you. When her eyes find your hickey, a smirk pulls at her lips. “Good night?”
Your ears warm, but before you can mumble a response, Suna calls out from across the room.
“I’d say it was more than good, but maybe that’s just my ego talking.”
Suki’s eyes bug out of her head, and she’s laughing behind her hand while you stomp across the shop to his office, ignoring the amused glances from his artists.
“Suna, you complete-”
“Yeah, yeah,” He cuts you off, ushering you into the room. “I’m an idiot and you want to kill me.”
You roll your eyes, pushing past him, but you barely have time to set the takeout bag on his desk before you’re being dragged around and pinned to the now-closed door.
“ Hi ,” He breathes, leaning down and pushing his mouth to yours without waiting for a response.
You shiver against him, mumbling into his kiss. “You got a thing for doors or something?”
He ignores you, clearly preoccupied. “Got plans tonight?”
Your head spins, but you manage to answer him while kissing him back. “No, why?”
“Good,” He smiles against you. “Can I come over?”
Your stomach flips excitedly. “I guess I can pencil you in.”
“Oh, you guess?” He cards his fingers through your hair, pulling you close. “Thought you just said you didn’t have plans.”
You shrug, lifting up on your tiptoes to push your lips against his. “Maybe I had plans to sleep. I’m mysteriously exhausted today.”
“I like sleeping,” He says easily, angling your head to kiss you more easily. “I sleep all the time. I’d make a great sleeping buddy.”
Your fingers tremble where they cling to his shirt. “You applying for the position?”
“Yes,” He nods, arm tight around your waist. “Is there an interview process? When can I expect to hear back?”
“You’re so stupid,” You break, laughing as you pull away. “So, so stupid.”
He just smiles and steadies you on your feet before dropping his hands from your waist, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “So, how was Miya?”
You snort, leaning against the door while he moves to unpack your lunch. “Which one?”
“Oof,” He says, throwing you a sympathetic glance. “That’s brutal.”
“Sakusa told me he was there to help, and then he proceeded to not help .” You smile, following him to a little couch in the corner.
When you take a seat, Suna scoots close, closer than he’s ever sat before. He slides an arm around your waist and draws you in, passing you your food. Your nerves tingle when he presses a kiss to your temple and mumbles ‘ Thanks for lunch ’ before turning to unwrap his onigiri, and you squash it down, doing your best not to read into it.
“Sakusa, too?” He smiles, taking a bite. “You had the whole council.”
“The twins bullied me into admitting we had sex three times,” You say, trying to fight the warmth in your face as you eat. “And Atsumu tried to extract all the positions out of me, but I have my limits.”
He chokes briefly before clearing his throat. “The positions -” He shakes his head, reaching for his phone. You watch as he pulls up a brand new text thread with Sakusa. The first message he ever sends to the man is-
[1:31 PM]
Suna Rintarou : 50 bucks for the last position you fucked miya in
Your jaw drops, and you can’t help the smack you land on his shoulder. “That’s hyper-private!”
His phone buzzes.
Sakusa Kiyoomi : make it 100 and ill tell you his favorites
Suna throws his head back, laughing, and you can only shake your head with a smile. “Boys are so strange.”
Another text notification lights up his screen only a second later.
Miya 1 : tell that little rat shes disowned
“Oops, I got you in trouble,” Suna says, clearly pleased with the outcome.
You just roll your eyes, smiling when you imagine how Atsumu’s probably acting right now with Sakusa. “They’re good together, huh?”
“Oh, a hundred percent,” He says, replying to Atsumu quickly. “Sakusa’s the only one who can handle him.”
Your eyes flick away from his phone when he glances at you, because you just watched him type out the words ‘ thats my little rat youre talking about, fucker’ , and you’re not sure he wanted you to see that.
You catch Atsumu’s immediate ‘ oh????? ’ just before Suna’s turning his phone off and tossing it on the table. There’s a piece of you that’s dying to know how that conversation will go later.
“What else happened?” He asks, as though he hadn’t just outright claimed you to your best friend.
“Uh,” You fumble, trying to remember the events of the morning. “Samu joked that we were making up for lost time, and Tsumu said we’ve been all over each other since college,” You try, watching him carefully for a response.
It’s the only reason you catch the slight tinge that warms his face before he’s turning to reach into the takeout bag for more food.
“Mm,” He responds noncommittally, and you purse your lips to keep from smiling.
“Mm? That’s it?” You tease.
He passes you another rice ball, that tinge spreading gradually. “Not the first time I’ve heard that, is all.”
You lift a brow, surprised. “Oh, really?” You stare, holding your rice ball out in front of you with no sign of digging into it. Suna gives you a look out of the corner of his eye, one you can’t name.
“I apparently had a bit of a staring habit in college.” He blinks a few times before looking away, busying himself with unwrapping his rice ball and then reaching for yours to do the same. He meets your eyes briefly while you watch him. “Yeah, like that,” He jokes, gesturing at how your eyes track his every movement.
Your head is empty of everything, every intelligent thought you’ve ever had long gone. “Staring at what?” You watch his mouth quirk up in a smirk that knows far too much as he’s turning away from you. “At me ?”
“I didn’t realize it, either,” He says easily, taking a bite of his rice ball. “But I distinctly remember being yelled at by a girl at a party that I spent an hour chatting up before completely abandoning when you got there.”
You balk, remembering the exact moment he’s talking about. You’d thought that she had just misunderstood your relationship.
“But… why?”
He swallows, and you notice the color filling the tips of his ears. “I was, uh-” He clears his throat. You’ve never seen him so shy before. “-learning a lot about myself in college.”
It feels like the world is dropping out from under you, and the weighted flick of Suna’s green eyes to yours is the only thing anchoring you to him.
You’re not sure when you set the untouched onigiri down, but, while his gaze is flitting to the table before coming back to you, you’re reaching to ball up the front of his shirt and drag him to you.
When you kiss him, you realize you can feel his heart beating against your fist.
You make Suna Rintarou nervous.
Trying to recover – trying to steer clear of the reality that’s threatening to smack you in the face – you make a breathless argument, Suna’s lips warm on yours.
“Just a general realization, though, right?” You try, feeling his teeth dig lightly into your bottom lip. “Not about me specifically?”
He pushes his tongue against yours, lunch abandoned while he threads his fingers into your hair carefully and angles your head. “ Sure ,” He breathes. “We can say that.”
“ Suna ,” You chastise, feeling your resolve starting to melt away when he slips past the edge of his hoodie and slides his palm against your skin, fingers hot.
Suna hadn’t looked twice at you until last night. You’re functioning under that assumption. You can’t risk believing otherwise, and it’s not fair for him to lead you to another conclusion if it’s not true.
If you allow yourself to believe otherwise, then you might just let it ruin your friendship.
It can’t be true.
“I told you last night,” He sighs into your mouth, and you feel it fill your lungs with something you have tried all day to ignore. “You look like-”
-one of my college fantasies .
Your stomach flips and your fingers go numb against his chest.
He doesn’t mean what you think he means.
He can’t mean that.
Right?
“You… Uhm-” You swallow, feeling his mouth go still over yours. “You don’t mean that you would think about me when you…”
His breath is warm on your lips while he thinks of what to say.
“I didn’t want you to be upset,” He admits, his words a whisper against your skin.
There’s no way.
A memory passes, one of him laughing into your chest last night, complaining that he would only last five minutes, a giddy kind of excitement passing between you. How he’d jokingly offered to let you stay the night all week, his smile bordering on something real.
“I felt so bad for thinking of you like that.”
That excitement again this morning, when he’d whispered that he would undo everything and make it right, that he wants you to use him. How he’d pushed you up against the couch the moment you’d agreed to keep sleeping together.
You can only stare at his lips while he talks, eyes wide and heart pounding.
How quick he’d been to find you at the party, how you’d been quietly pleased that he would have been that quick even if he hadn’t given you a second thought before.
But he had. He had given you a second thought.
“I’m sorry,” He tries, searching your face. “It was only a few times, and I tried so hard not to,” He’s whispering his apologies quickly, mistaking your silence for anger that he’d kept that from you, when really, you’re trying to remember how to use your mouth to say something entirely different. “I was so ashamed of being disrespectful, and I didn’t want you to hate me,” He swallows, your empty stare heavy between you.
God, you wish so badly that you could go back in time and notice all the things you’re only noticing now. All the times he’d looked at you differently or maybe even considered making a move.
You wish so badly that it hadn’t taken this long for things to change.
You really want to ruin this friendship.
“But you were so pretty, even back then, and- the first time was an accident, I swear- you texted me while I was–” He flushes hard, and you almost feel the heat of it wash over you. “-and then all I could think about was your sweet little smile, and before I could stop it, I was-”
“Suna,” You breathe, cutting him off. Your heart is beating in your ears, and your skin burns where his hand sits on your waist. Your head is filled with a funny little buzzing, one that makes it impossible to think or see anything except for how he’s looking at you, his lip ring pulled nervously between his teeth. “You better be very careful.”
He blinks, brows furrowed as he stares down at you.
Your heart is so loud in your ears.
“I might fall for you if you’re not, Rin.”
You feel when he stops breathing, his chest unmoving against your hand.
His eyes flick down to your lips, and you feel when the breath he’s holding leaves his lungs in a single, quick laugh.
“Y/n-”
There’s a knock at the door, one that shakes you enough to make you jump.
Suki peeks into the room, finding Suna half-draped over you, both of you red-faced and wide-eyed. She grins mischievously.
“Your 2 o’clock’s here, Boss.”
You’re painfully aware in that moment of being in Suna’s place of business.
You push him off of you, gathering the trash from your lunch quickly before rushing to the door. You laugh nervously at Suki as you go.
“I should call an Uber, huh? I didn’t realize how much time had passed. I gotta get back to work.” You barely notice her knowing grin while you throw the trash out and make a beeline for the door.
Suna catches up to you, following you out to the street after throwing a quick ‘ I’ll be back in just a second- ’ to his client.
“Y/n-” He pulls you back to him, breathless. “Man, you really love to run, don’t you?”
You laugh, feeling delirious as you rub at your brow. “Well, you just admitted that you used to jerk off while thinking of me in college, and then your assistant caught us in a compromising position, so-”
He laughs back, the tone of it matching how insane you feel. “Christ-”
He shakes his head before pulling you in the direction of his car where it’s parked on the street a few feet away. He fishes in his front pocket and then presses his key into your palm. “Take it. Don’t waste money on an Uber.”
You stare down at the key and then up at him. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll come get you later, then, if you still want to stay the night.”
He blinks then, clearly surprised by that. “Okay.”
You stare a moment longer and then nod, turning toward his car and walking away. “Okay. See you.”
“Okay.”
You hear the door jingle when he heads inside.
You sit in his car for the ten minutes it takes your fingers to regain feeling.
Your phone buzzes in the middle console, and, when you glance at it, your fingers go numb once more.
[2:13 PM]
Sunarin : i was being careful before
Sunarin : but now i dont want to
You let your forehead fall against the steering wheel, every nerve ending in your body malfunctioning.
Warnings: Sub! Sukuna, Gn! Reader, Yuuji and reader r dating (Yuuji x reader), lots of threatening of death/small violent acts,, reader slaps him, sukuna has 2 cocks in his true form, heavy power dynamics, mention of subspace, previous cuffing, small mounts of blood
A/N: i feel like i wrote this while i was high, but i was sober. idk. this is unedited but i will edit it tomorrow morning
“I fucking hate you, you know that? Despise every cell of your body.”
You hold back a laugh, running your fingers through his hair, which earns another near animalistic growl. “Well aren't you dramatic, King of Curses. Where did my Yuuji go?”
Sukuna glares up at you, lips curling upward. He was kneeling, with his hands chained behind his back, while you sit on a chair, crossed legged. He was in the position Yuuji was in seconds ago. The position that Yuuji asked to be put in. Sukuna, obviously did not agree to this arrangement.
Yuuji must have lost control when he sank into the subspace. Just for a second, which was all the curse needed to arise. He was watching the entire time, snickering when Yuujis begs got too dramatic, or joining in on the unwelcomed degradation when the boy started to cry.
But the only time the king was silent was when you spoke. He would conjur himself on Yuujis arm, face, hand, and just listen.
His vessel was a pervert, really, and you were too. He watched the boy go through the most humiliating things, and still he would always end up begging for more. The curse would rather die than to steep as low as Yuuji did. It was pathetic, truly.
But sometimes, when Sukuna sticks around for too long, he finds himself hypnotized by your voice. It was always so soft with Yuuji, full of adoration, but he could not miss the authority that oozed from your tone. Strict rules that were meant to be followed, commands that were not dared questioned, and punishments that were no empty threats. He was there when Yuuji was also punished, in those rare times. They were not fun, even if the brat held a raging hard on through it all.
But overall, Sukuna was strangely enamored by your character. He was always top dog, the strongest, the king of curses, but what about you sends a shiver down his spine? Why does he want to hear your doting words? Not to Yuuji, but to him.
Sukuna realized not long after having these thoughts that he wants to fuck you. Or maybe just get a handjob while you whisper lewd things in his ear, the way you did to the brat. Or maybe you'll wrap your lips around his dick if he was to play nice for a bit.
It will be just a one time thing. Just so he knows for sure that he doesnt want you. Yuujis thoughts of you must be clouding his. Tonight he was here to confirm.
“Brats gone. You’ve broke him or something. Humans do that,” Sukuna pipes up, rolling his eyes, and glancing back at the cuffs he has on. He rips them off without hesitation, sending the metal falling to the ground.
Sukuna was lying. Yuuji barely was dipping into the subspace, and you know his limits well enough. Sukuna was out because he wants to be out with you. But alas, you want to see how far this will go, so you continue to play with him. A fake pout covers your face and you sigh. “Those were Yuujis favorite cuffs, was that necessary?” Not a lie.
Sukuna dramatically stretches his hands out, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He still remains on his knees. “Annoying things. Not like they would work on me.”
“Yeah, because they weren't for you.”
He stares at you, flashing his teeth. “He could have broken out of them too.”
“But he wouldn't have. He is good.” Your foot presses on his thigh, where it was previously resting, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you. You were into this, he could tell.
But he wasnt going to let you know, that he was also strangely intrigued as to what was going on right here. So, he rolls his eyes, and shifts under your foot, but doesn't move completely. “Doesnt fucking matter. Whatever. Brats pathetic.”
“He’s not. Dont be an ass,” You sigh, leaning back into your chair, and cracking a smile at the ceiling while you think about the scene that is about to unfold. Never would you have thought he would be coming to you. You always had small fantasies of fucking Sukuna, but you would never act on them, frankly because you knew that the curse wasnt interested. He was the one to nearly spit on the two of you during these times. But now, the cards were in his hands.
Sukuna’s hands creep onto your lower leg, and you try your best to ignore it. His nails gently scratch over your skin, and you dont dare to move. Instead, you let out a dramatic breath, and then press onto his thigh again. “Now what do I do…” You, very obviously, prompt, and Sukuna wants to roll his eyes.
“You want me to fuck you, that right?” He in turn teases, seeing if you will take the bait. The both of you are teetering on ice, waiting for eachothers next move.
To this, you lean forward, resting your arms on your knees so that you are face to face with the curse. He doesn't even flinch, just stares with an amused expression, while your fingers trail along his jaw. “But thats not what you want, is it?” You purr, face nearly inches from his. “And besides…Thought you hated me?”
He grins at you, smile borderline predatory. “I do. You make my vessel do disgusting things.”
“You watch us a lot, don't you Sukuna?”
He falters for a second, and then suddenly he feels your foot moves from his thigh, and toward his boxers. Yuuji was only wearing his black briefs when he was sent to Sukuna's domain. “Do you get off to it?”
The familiar glare replaces the smile, and his nails dig into your skin, harsh in warning, but not enough to draw blood. “As if. You two make me sick. You are corrupting the brat. You're disgusting.”
He can tell he is beginning to tick you off, but he does not mind, especially the way your foot slowly begins to press down on his cock. “Then why are you here Sukuna?”
“To fuck you,” He quips, rolling his eyes as if it was the obvious – he did already tell you this. The hand on your leg doesn't let up, and he hitches a breath when you step almost uncomfortably hard on him. A shiver runs down his spine, and he loathes the fact that maybe he is getting off to this.
“And why would I allow you to?”
But alas, his pride would never let up. “Allow me to? You think you can tell me what to do all of the sudden. I could kill you in a heartbeat.”
You roll your eyes at his bared teeth and the narrowed red eyes that are looking up toward you. “You are the one kneeling before me.”
He doesn't move from his position and the two of you stare in silence. You restrain from voicing your approval, not wanting to piss the already tempermental curse off.
Sukuna sighs and taps on the skin of your leg, signalling you to continue. “Get on with it. I want to see how gross your desires can be.”
“Will you be good for me and listen?”
“Is that what the boy does?”
You cock your head to the side, fighting the urge to furrow your eyebrows at him. “Yuuji? You know the answer to that question, you voyeur.”
The curse pinches at his brow, obviously peeved by your statement, and you cant help but giggle lightly at hin. “Not a voyeur. Just want…Whatever. Now for fucks sake, do something. Yes, yes I'll listen, do you want me to bark or some shit? I am not as pathetic and moldable as your other toy.”
The slap comes quick, sending a stinging sensation to his cheek, and Sukunas eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slowly brings his hands up to his face, touching the now pinkened skin, before turning to you. He didnt even have time to process it, or get angry about it, before you spoke. "Enough with the insults to Yuuji. Are you looking for some sort of attention?”
“Fuc-”
Another slap directly to the same spot, and Sukuna knows this time that he could have blocked it. You were a human, your attacks were slow, weak. But he didnt block. He let you do this. He was going mad, he had to be.
His face stings, and your hand comes forward to grip at his jaw. He tries to hide a wince, but you watch him clench his teeth together. “Are you done?”
He had two choices in the matter. One to keep, willingly, Sukuna notes with much hesitancy, get slapped around, or he can get his dick possibly wet. He came for the latter, and so he will abide, even if it damaged his pride. He looks away, and that is the best answer you'll get. “Good. Well that was easy. Does your face hurt?”
Sukuna barks a laugh, and you raise your eyebrows. “Do you have any perception of how weak you are?”
You raise your hand up immediately to strike, and the curse flinches, preparing for what was to come next. But you just keep your hand there, eyes widening in glee, while Sukuna borderline growls. He doesn't say anything though, so you lower your hand, and rest it on his head. The act causes his whole body goes rigid, but he continues to remain silent.
“I want you to put your hands behind your back.” Your first command toward him, and Sukuna, as embarrassing as it is, feels his heart begin to pound. His mouth goes dry, and he slowly releases them from your leg and slides them behind him, his wrists crossing over.
A playful smile pulls at your lips, and you lean over to him, ruffling up his hair as if he was some sort of dog to be pet. “Good little curse!”
Sukuna's heart pounds in his chest, and he begins to grow restless. His cock throbbed pathetically at the words, and he was embarrassed to admit that the praise felt nice. Different than the deranged pleasure he felt from the slap, and the harsh tone, but….Good overall. He nods with a scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Can you fucking hurry up.”
His hips gently buck into the pad of your sock, and you try your best to stay calm. He was liking it, all of it was so weird, but endearing, so you didnt move to stop him. “Are you getting frustrated, ‘kuna?”
The nickname has him catching his breath, and shifting on the pads of feet. The tone of your voice was sickenly sweet, and if he allowed himself to, Sukuna could melt into it. He tries to hold some of his dignity. “N-No,” He stutters out, and then curses under his breathe of how stupid he must sound. He quickly recuperates himself. “What do you want from me, you sick fuck?”
“Anything I want?”
“Don't hold you breath.”
You slowly remove your foot from his crotch, and the curse bites his tongue to hold back a complaint. He watches your eyes travel to the ceiling, lost in thought, before you turn back to him with a small grin. “Take your boxers off, and then put your hands back where they were. Exactly where they were.”
Sukuna was not shy, and neither were you, so he is quick to remove the article of clothing. Though of course this was Sukuna, so it was unnecessarily dramatic. He slices the thin fabric open with a single nail, and then throws the useless cloth away. Then he sighs when he looks down. “Of course the brat is small.”
Yuuji was many things, but small was definitely not one of them. He is well over the average size, and it was borderline intimidating. If Sukuna was calling Yuuji small then you didnt even want to know what the curse was carrying. “Small compared to your inhuman-freakish cock?”
“-s”
Your furrow you eyebrows and hum in question.
Sukunas grin is cocky, his body reeking of arrogance, even if he was the one kneeling. “You forgot the “s”. Cocks. Plural.”
Your face controrts to first shock, fear, and then finally lands on distain. “That's disgusting.”
“You say that now but when you are drooling on them later–” Another slap across the face, and Sukuna actually didn't see this one coming. It stuns him speechless for a moment, but then he shivers, cupping his cheek with one of his hands. His eyes flicker to you, but they don't hold any disdain in them – he simply just watches, curious of your next move.
He fails to notice the glob of precum that falls onto the floor after the slap. “Ah, are you leaking Sukuna? Does getting hit turn you on?”
It may be the pain, or may be the psychological aspect of it all. If he says something wrong, he gets punished, and for some reason or another, that drives him insane with desire. He gulps, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. “Of course not. I am not the pervert here.”
“But I bet I could make you do some perverted things.”
His cock, as humiliating as it is, likes the sound of that. It noticeably twitches, and he hopes that more pre doesn't slip out before starting anything. His hands shift from behind his back, but he doesnt dare to move them. “Yeah? How far does your twisted mind go?”
“Far. But I dont want to scare you off too badly tonight,” You sigh, leaning back comfortably in your chair. Sukuna holds off a growl, peeved at how you worded the statement. “Guess you can just hump my leg.”
He laughs, loud and proudly, but your smile withstands. You rest your cheek on your palm, and you wait for the booming laugh to die down. It does, not after long, and slowly when he realizes that you arent joking, the curse glares as you. “Oh fuck off. I told you I am not to be your dog.”
You sigh, and stand up from your chair. “Guess we will end here for the night then. Send Yuuji back when he is well rested.”
A clawed hand wraps around your leg, and Sukuna bares his teeth at you. “Fine. I'll do it. Would you stop being so dramatic?” He gets out through clenched teeth.
You nod and sit back down in your chair, kicking your leg out. Sukuna eyes it, as if unsure of what to do. “Mount it,” You encourage, shaking your limb ever so gently.
“I know how to, you fucking idiot,” He bites, and then slowly uses his knees to push himself forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, and he stares at you the entire time as he straddles you. Your foot rests beneath his body, and his cock barely grazes your lower knee. One hand rests on the back of your leg for security, and the other onto the edge of your chair.
You gulp, and move your leg upward, pinning his cock in between his stomach and the skin of your leg. The curse doesnt dare to move, and he holds a wince when he glances at the glob that drips from his tip and smears onto your leg. A token sign that he is unbelievably turned on. “Drooling over me already? I'm flattered.”
He narrows his eyes at you. “Bite your tongue before I rip it off.”
You don't even flinch at the threat, instead applying more force upward, making the curse curl inward on himself as he tries to lift his hips upward, away from the foot. “Get on with it,” You command, leaving no room for complaints.
His eyes flicker toward you when he hears the strictness in your tone, and he blinks when you glare at him. He gulps, ignoring the pleasant shiver that runs down his spine. But he doesn't dwell on it, because you lower your leg again, and he is free to move. His hands feel strangely shaky, but he hides it well, not wanting to know how much power, Sukuna is discovering quickly, you have over him.
He lines his cock to the middle of your leg, and thrusts forward without much hesitancy. The skin is soft, and it glides over with little resistance, and Sukuna’s eyes are glued to the spot.
Its strange, not as pleasurable like all the previous women he has fucked, nor a warm throat, but for some reason or another, it sends his head spinning.
His hips retreat, and they push themselves upward against the plush of your leg. Eventually he falls into a steady motion, entranced by his actions. It's pathetic, and gross, but why did it feel so good? A leg shouldnt be pleasurable – it doesnt wrap around his cock like he wants it to, but it is strangely addicting.
He realizes quickly why it feels that way – Sukuna is no idiot. He likes the psychological part behind it. He likes that he is kneeling for you, and getting off to something so measly as this. It makes him feel gross compared to you – nothing more than skum, and you, must be some sort of god. It turns him on so much he can barely stand it.
His head falls forward, and it taps onto your thigh. His whole body seems to tremble, and the timing of his thrusts seems to pick up – they are quicker, frantic, and his cock nearly slides off more than it should.
Your fingers fall to his head, and this time he doesnt move, in fact he seems to melt into the touch. This was weird, and you were both intrigued, and slightly scared. “You really seem to be liking this, huh?”
He doesn't respond for a long second, maneuvering his fingers to hold onto the back of your leg with his thumbs left in front of the limp. It provides a makeshift “O” and finally the curse feels like he is actually fucking something, rather than just grinding. “There ya go,” He mumbles to himself, as if lost in a trance. His cock slides itself between your leg and his thumbs, and its driving him insane.
When he doesnt respond, you tug backward on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. To your surprise, he doesnt glare at you, nor let out a biting remark; instead, the curse moans. Its low, and holds a sort of vibration to it, but definitely there. “Oh you fucking freak.”
He lets out a lazy grin, neck uncomfortably craned upward. You watch the way he licks at his teeth, and he breathes out, “More.”
You press your leg deeper into him, and Sukuna in response lets out another gutteral moan, except this one holds a whine to it. The sound travels straight to your groin, and you sit up in your chair, eyes slightly widening. “What changed, king? Dont tell me your getting off to grinding against a mere human peasant like me?”
He lets out a small, breahthless laugh, but doesnt dare stop his motions. “Just this once. Just this once let me, and th-then I swear you are dead.”
Your leg is glistening in some small areas, from when he leaked and spread it into the skin with his tip. He stares at your face the entirety of it, even when you look away to glance at his cock. “But ‘kuna, whose leg will you frot against if you kill me? Aw dont tell me, youll find another to cling to. Y’know I am the only one who can take care of you.”
You drop his head and he goes back to resting his forehead on your knee. His pants are warm against your leg, and you feel him shake his head.
You are right of course. He would never dare show another this side of him to another. He doesnt want to either, even if he never would admit it outloud. “J-Just stop it. Please.”
Please was not in the king of curses vocabulary. Your eyes widen with glee. “How much do you like it? Tell me, does my leg feel good?”
“Does. Fuck. Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.” He nods his head into your leg, hiding his face. His body turns a shade similar to his hair, and it begins to glisten with sweat from his movements. He lets out small breathless moans, and stares at the tip moving up and down the fake color.
His body seems to curl around you your limb, as if trying to trap it in his hold. His lips, much to your surprise, press themselves to your knee and you can hear the smallest chant. “Love it. ‘S mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
You raise your eyebrows at the deranged, borderline creepy words. “So you hate me, but love my leg? Don't tell me you got some strange fetish.”
You feel his canines hover over the space just above your knee, a small warning from the curse. You blink at him, surprised by the small resistance, but dont do much. He licks at the flesh a second later, and pulls away. You have to bite back a laugh.
His hands by this point have dropped, and are instead clawing at your chair. He doesnt need them anymore, considering that he is so close to you that that his stomach and your leg are stimulating him on both sides.
“Fuck. I'm close,” Sukuna mumbles into your skin, pressing himself impossibly closer. You wish you had your phone to take a picture – he was basically cradling your leg as if it was some sort of prized possession.
“Are you asking me for permission?”
“N-No. ‘m not. Can I?” He paws at your thighs, nails threatening to dig into your skin. Of course he would never, at least not in this meager state.
“No.”
He bares his teeth at you and glares, but his eyes convey his true feeling: panicked. His pace doesn't slow though, and your leg is now sticky from the amount of precum lost. “I-Im going to whether you like it or not. Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you. Ngh, can you just–just agree!”
His mouth is back onto your knee, sending it sloppy kisses, and small bites. His tip is pulsing red, and it begins to throb. His legs were beginning to tremble, and he tries to focus on not cumming. For some unknown reason, Sukuna wants you to allow him to.
“But you were a brat all day? Boys who threaten death, dont deserve certain privileges,” You hum, and then run your fingers through his hair. “But I am a mere human, and you the king of curses. Why would you listen to my commands?”
Sukuna bites his lip, immediately tearing blood. It dribbles down his chin, but he is quick to wipe it off, and reheal himself. His brows furrow and he scowls at the floor. The only noises let out are the grunts of his movements, and the moans that seem to get higher in pitch with each coming second.
He is lost in thought. The curse doesnt understand why he wants permission, but he needs it. He cant cum without it, it was bound to dissapoint you if he did. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and finally, the pathetic words that he has been thinking this entire night come spilling out. “Cause I want you to! Command me, give me orders, do something to me. J-Just I–fuck! I need it!”
“Why?”
He was growing frustrated and more panicked as the seconds go by. He was moments from cumming. “Because I–I ngh–Want to please you! Would you just fucking…” He warbles, praying that tears don't come. “Let me cum. I beg you. Let me. I'll do anything.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, and blood flows to your crotch. His watery eyes blink up at you, and he continues to rut against you, like some sort of dog. But thats what he is, or seems to want to be. So, you cock your head to the side, and provide him with a lazy grin. “Go ahead, Fido.”
His red eyes seem to light up at the approval, and he nods to himself as if bewildered by your agreement. But, he does follow through with the plea, and suddenly he is cumming. His whole body trembles, and he holds onto your leg with such force that you have to slide your hands on to of his, in a slight warning to be gentle. Cum shoots out onto your leg, but you can barely see it, considering his body has caved in on himself. He continues to rub himself out even through it all, as he pants into your knee. The curse wears a lazy grin through it all, and lets out small high in pitch moans.
He collapses backward, landing on his ass and panting to catch his breath. You glance away for a second, at most two, to look at the cum stained on your leg. A chuckle falls from your lips.
When Sukuna recovers, he goes straight back to scowling at you. In a heartbeat, he stands over you, borderline growling at you. His nails dig into your shoulders, and your eyes widen at the quickness of it all. Then he leans forward, a near inch away from your ear he whispers, “Don't get your hopes up. This will never happen again. Do you hear me?”
His nail presses uncomfortably hard into your skin, and so you are forced to nod. And with that your vision goes black.
For the next two weeks, Sukuna doesnt conjure up on Yuujis body anytime you are around. You dont mind it too much – it did save you from bickering with the arrogant prick. But to be honest, you were a little disappointed, having call his bluff.
You werent disappointed for long.
Low and behold, two weeks later from the incident, you find yourself faced to face with the King of Curses, who was already kneeling before you.
He glares at you, teeth on full display, as if he didnt realize what position he has put you guys in. “If you mention this to anyone, I will tear you to shreds.” Is all that he says.
But you arent too picky. So you grin, and hold your leg out.
"Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch."
Pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader
Genres: porn with PLOT (minors dni!), camstars!au, university!au, best friends/idiots!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, and angst
Warnings: cam shows and camera sex obv, swearing, me thinking I'm funny, sex toys, alcohol, food, gym/exercises (reader works out), innuendos, perv behavior from everyone ngl, boob obsession, switch!Hoshi and reader, light-hearted threats, denial of feelings and lots of advice, subpar communication, spicy shower time, insecurity, lots of pet names, mentions of dacryphilia, fingering (fem. receiving), nipple pinching/pulling, slapping, spanking, crying after sex bc it feels good, lil bit of pain/temp play, multiple orgasms, grinding, dry (wet) humping, thigh riding, slight ab riding, face-sitting, slight punishment (?), nasty and messy 69, marking, slight possession, titty job, squirting, spit play, cum-eating, and it's just WET MESSY SEX FILTHY GRRR with a touch of sleepy after-care
WC: 21.3k
A/N: finally!!!!!!!!!!! the long awaited part 2!! this is such a huge labor of love for me despite the many hurdles, i am so proud and happy to post it finally! i would like to give a huge thank you to @duhnova and @onlymingyus for doing the big deed of beta'ing for me. without their help this would be an even worse mess ajdkfs <3 so so appreciated and a big thank you to the anons, readers, and kind blogs that left so many nice tags on the first part, i hope you enjoy the continuation just as much and look forward to the finale!!
➯ a tiger's dominion ◇ [teaser] ◇ [part 1]
Seokmin's a safe bet.
He's clumsy, awkward, and kind of weird enough to distract people from the fact that he is absurdly handsome and his endearing nature easily melts everyone's heart. You like Seokmin a lot, you really do.
Plus, he's a taken man, and that makes it even better for him to be the one to drive you out to the repair shop. The same one that he was ever so kind in recommending to help you save money.
Seokmin's best boi.
But you kind of wish he would shut up.
"You're telling me that the guy you've had the hots for — mind you, for eons — admits to jerking off to your sexy videos… and all you say in response is 'great'?"
You cross your arms in defense, thankful the car's stopped at a red light when he throws his hands up in the air in disbelief. "What was I supposed to say? And it has not been eons."
"As long as I've known you, you've liked him. And that has been many, many, many years."
"We've been friends for a little over two, Seok. Besides… it's not like I 'like' him like that entirely."
Lee Seokmin. Better known to some as Dokyeom or DK. He's a fan-favorite and still rated number one on Svthub's audio porn section despite the sudden "retirement" announcement a couple of months ago. You're more familiar with the joint viewer account he shares with his girlfriend though — deathbyd1cks — and the expensive gifts they love to send.
They taught you a lot about the streaming world. The do's-and-don'ts. How to gain and maintain viewership, safety, and money. You hadn't expected to end up with mentors (turned sugar daddy and mommy, let's be honest) when you'd messaged his girlfriend — who was single at the time — for advice. Neither had you anticipated being the leading factor in pushing them to confess their feelings for one another.
Nor could you have guessed they were locals attending the downtown city's university, not too far from your own. But here you were and boy — were you grateful to them. Because they were now dear friends. Although you saw Seokmin in person a lot more than you were able to see his girlfriend lately, as his schedule this semester was much freer than hers. Hence why he was the solo figure driving you out today.
"I can't wait to watch this stream," Seokmin mumbles as he excitedly taps his fingers against the steering wheel. "If you're already super dick-drunk now, imagine what's gonna happen when the real thing's in front of you. I'm tingling!"
You scowl. "Why are you more excited about this than I am? And I am not dick-drunk!"
"Because you're gonna see his dick — that you're totally drooling over — in the flesh… speaking of which, you're both all tested and clean, right?"
"It's not like I don't already know about ninety percent of his sexscapades as it is." You roll your eyes at the reproachful tone he uses when saying your name. "Yes, of course, he sent me his latest results and everything's fine. And you already know about me."
You hear him hum in agreement. His girlfriend really likes you — so much that she even offered to invite you to become part of a potential threesome. Not even for a camera act but out of pure (as pure as you can get with that kind of request) intent.
Of course, you declined though. As much as you loved them and were flattered by becoming somewhat of their sugar baby, you had rather strict rules on engaging in any sexual activities with your friends. Or anyone for that matter. Regardless of how tempting.
Until now.
Your head thumps against the headrest of the seat. "Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?"
"Doesn't have to be this agonizing. From the vibes I'm getting, he's into you. Definitely thinks you're attractive."
"This isn't some fanfic where the best friends fuck and there's this grand reveal that they've had mutual feelings for one another all this time."
"You don't know that."
"Don't make me question reality, Seokmin — my problems are real and there's no way there's some silly little author out there with their evil mind deliberately making me go through all this shit."
His shoulders reach his ears as he shrugs. "Maybe we're all just some god's little playthings in the grand scheme of the universe."
"You're literally so irritating when you get philosophical and ambiguous. Revoking your friend rights." When he simply snickers, unaffected by your empty threats, all you can do is shake your head. "I don't want to go off of vibes. And I don't want him only liking my body. I know, I know — as cliche as that sounds, you've got to understand where I'm coming from."
"You want his heart."
You purse your lips as the autobody shop comes into view. "I actually… don't want anything. It's better for everyone that way. Besides, he still has that date this week."
"Ouch," Seokmin winces at that as you get out. Rolling down the window, he calls out to you. "Still rooting for the best outcome, though. You know we've always got your back no matter what!"
A fake smile and thumbs-ups are all he gets before you wave goodbye. Once the car has disappeared down the gravel road, you turn and approach the open garage door. Jeon's Repairs looks like something out of a horror film. A creaky building covered in dust and located out in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe if you were murdered out here, it would be better. But you know that's not going to happen.
"Hello?"
"Hiiii!!!!!"
It's just as much of a shock as the first time when you see the six-foot-two mechanic wave energetically as he stands up to full height next to the open car hood he was bent over. A thin, white wife-beater is barely able to properly cover his large chest muscles. The minuscule shirt is basically ruined from oil spills coating it, the shiny amounts of perspiration from the hard manual labor he performs, and various upper body sinew bulging as he moves.
"Hey, Mingyu. How're you?"
He sweeps back the curly bangs that fell out of his man bun and shoots you a dazzling smile. "Right as rain, like always, Sugar. Your car is too. Fixed 'er up and she's runnin' like brand-spankin' new! You'll be ridin' a beast in the streets for sure."
Mingyu's a funny guy. You already like him and this is only the second time you've met. That's why you can't help but tease him back with a mischievous smile.
"How do you know my car's a girl?"
"Ah," he walks over to the stall where your car sits and you follow, eyebrows raising at the affectionate slap he gives to its side before leaning against the front, thick and muscular arms crossed. "'Cause I know my way best around the ladies. Always get them makin' the prettiest noises for me jus' right."
"Don't let him lie to ya, sweet stuff." The new tone you hadn't heard the last visit makes your eyes widen at the new visitor's entrance. Long legs on perfect display with short denim shorts and a white tank somehow even scantier than Mingyu's. They send you a saucy wink. "Why don'tcha tell the truth 'stead of bein' a creep, Gyu?"
"Sorry, Bun." When Mingyu grins this time, it's all teeth. "Not tryna steal your thunder or anythin'."
"'sides, if anyone knows their way 'round women, ya know who's best 'tween us."
"Although it's true Bunny is our star mechanic and a star at… other things, you're embarrassing me." The door to the office opens and the man in charge steps out, peeking at all of you with a stern gaze over his wire-rimmed glasses. "I apologize for their antics, it's a pleasure to see you again."
He greets you formally with a handshake that you return. "The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Jeon."
"Wonwoo is fine, 'Mr. Jeon' sounds like you're addressing my father."
"Wonwoo it is then. You can call me by my first name as well and please, it doesn't bother me whatsoever, my good friend is much worse, I assure you."
"Gyu said you're friends with MinMin."
"Uh, Seok… min? Yeah, he spoke highly of here."
"He's always been such a good boy." You would wholeheartedly agree but the way they say it almost hints at something else. "Dare I say it's a shame he's now hitched. Or prolly soon to be."
"Hey," Wonwoo calls their name warningly even as he's busy cross-checking your total but they don't pay him any mind. "Seok told us — "
Nor to Mingyu who is elbowing them not so discreetly in the side. "He also told us not to — "
"We're streamers!" they exclaim excitedly, interrupting both men. "Well… we were. Kinda hard to set shit up when yer out here fuckin' like — haha, bunnies all the time, ya know?"
The boss now refuses to look up from the papers he's writing but his partners' two pairs of sparkly eyes with matching, mischievous grins beam at you. Your cheeks burn at their openness but you do smile back.
"I see."
Flawless (despite the grimy work conditions) French manicured nails tap excitedly along your wrist before pulling you in close. "Don't worry, Seokminnie didn't say anythin' but ya know how ya can tell when he knows somethin'? So, we did some deducin' and detectin'. And we're sooooo excited for yer collab!"
"Ah, thank you? I didn't know I had such... enthusiastic supporters here."
"Friends can always be found in the most unsuspectin' of places!"
"Truly, um… I hope you didn't give me a discount or something just because of that."
You chew on your lip out of concern because your car looks polished like brand new and you're sure it'll run great — even better — as Mingyu declared. All of that for the price deducted from your bank account almost seems unfair to them. In fact, you could return most of the sum Soonyoung had given you, perhaps rendering the collab null.
Except he'd already made an announcement on the forum page and then accidentally locked himself out of his account for forty-eight hours. And the post is still up for a ton of people to see and share around the community. Your notifications are blowing up — some in excitement, others jealous — but all in anticipation. Evident from the fact that the people way out here in the countryside with spotty internet knew about it.
And you hated letting people down. Or thinking you chickened out.
Wonwoo finally unfreezes to refute and shakes his head adamantly. "No, our pricing is standard as always so please don't worry about any illegal or favorable treatment."
"Good, 'cause I don't think I can afford to go to court," you laugh.
"It's only fun if yer on a reality TV show, hon. We don't intend to go to court unless we're on one 'n it's guaranteed we can win the case."
"Remind me to never get on your bad side, then."
"Oh, sweetheart — all I have are good sides." They turn in place, swaying and showing off the best parts of their assets.
Mingyu wolf-whistles while you clap along politely and Wonwoo takes that opportunity to sidle up to you, returning your credit card, keys, and receipt. You thank him and he nods, subtly gesturing to follow him outside.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Hopefully, you'll consider coming back again if you need any more fixer-uppers. As long as the crew didn't scare you away."
"They didn't, I think they're lovely."
He regrettably looks over his shoulder and you peek along. Trying your hardest not to laugh at the scene of Mingyu having whipped out an expensive camera from who-knows-where and is now snapping shots of their partner dancing.
"Yeah, they are. They just get really excited meeting new people, especially fellow streamers."
"So, it's true, you used to stream?"
A wicked smile is shot your way. "Sure did. But watching is just as fun, if not more. Especially with folks as excitable as them."
"Oh, I'm sure you get into lots of trouble."
"You couldn't even imagine."
"I can't."
Wonwoo clears his throat after that comment. It's not surprising that he's good at picking up on things and reading the room. A nice expectation when you're in any type of relationship, especially given his shared dynamic. After a drawn-out goodbye with the lively throuple, you finally slide into the driver's seat of your car to leave.
The ride back to the city in relative silence allows your thoughts to wander. It's true. You couldn't imagine such a relationship filled with laughter, trust, and positivity. Now you're sure it wasn't perfect, obviously. But that's probably where a good amount of open, clear communication helps fix whatever issues arise.
It seems like something out of a fairy tale. Just as you told Seokmin, a fanfiction plot built to accommodate its main characters and their perfect story.
You're not sure what role you're destined to live out and honestly, you don't care. You're goofy, impulsive, damaged, insane, and doing the best you can. That should be enough in this wretched world, right?
Although you decide it's not enough for you personally and make the split-second decision at the stoplight to pull into the parking lot of Limbo. Your favorite supply shop for some much-needed stress relief and serotonin boost.
"Welcome to Limbo, where our prices are as low as they go, and our products will — oh, heya!"
"Hey, Jun."
The welcoming slogan is always cut short when Junhui's on the clock and you walk inside. As the owner, he's all too familiar doing business with you. He might even consider the two of you as more than acquaintances. Friends maybe. Dropping the customer service routine, the attractive blonde smirks at you with raised eyebrows and leans against the counter.
"And what can I do for my favorite customer?"
"It's not good to play favorites."
"Who says I'm playing?"
You roll your eyes. "As the biggest playboy I've ever met, when are you not?"
"Touché," he laughs and quickly stops the fake flirtatious act. "Honored to be pulling more bitches than your furry 'boy friend'."
"I don't have a dog so you have to be talking about… why is everyone bringing him up today? You know he's not my boyfriend!"
"Because someone tends not to realize how much they overshare and don't worry, dearest. I know that foolish boy hasn't made a move on you yet, hence the air quotes. Shame on him."
"Don't talk about it," you mumble, "and he's not a furry. He genuinely thinks he's a tiger. Maybe that's how he's able to pull new dates out of his ass all of the time without a tail plugging it." When Junhui erupts into more manic laughter, you cross your arms. "Just tell me what you've got new in stock, please. It's the only reason I'm here."
"Of course, of course. Let's see — ah, do you know how revolutionary this is?"
You dubiously eye the large cardboard box he pulls out and starts waving around. "A… card game?"
"Bingo," he snaps his fingers, "except a hundred times better. It demonstrates the best way to find the clit through an interactive and compelling game!"
"Why are you showing me this? I know where the clit is."
"Congratulations! But not everyone does, do you think your friend can find it? Maybe you can buy it for him."
"How are you still in business, your sales pitch is terrible," you complain with half a mind to strangle said salesman right then and there. Your eyes drift over to what's behind him on the wall, eyes widening with the ideas suddenly flowing through your head.
"I thought we were besties, I just wanted to show off goods that aren't attached to my body." Junhui pouts, albeit good-naturedly but you're not paying attention anymore — despite his next words. "Perhaps, you can be the one to educate him."
When you don't respond sardonically as expected, he follows your zoned-out gaze with a questioning brow raised. Meanwhile, Mingyu and Wonwoo's partner's kind words before you'd left play over in your mind.
"First non-solo stream, eh?"
"Oh, um. Yeah."
"A word of unsolicited advice, darlin'? Enjoy yourself. Make it fun. The feelin's can figure themselves out after, yeah?"
After you'd assured them their advice was very much welcomed and that you appreciated another steadfast supporter you know in-person, you'd exchanged numbers. Now, their final parting words before driving off echo in your ears like a haunting siren's call. Bidding you to do its will. Your neck heats up, remembering their mischievous smirk and saucy wink.
"I didn't peg you for someone into collars and leashes."
You're snapped out of your hazy thoughts. "Well, don't because you so aren't. Ever."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, I would have thought you were someone who'd prefer these more," Junhui snickers wickedly, an atrocious set of fuzzy pink handcuffs he'd pulled out from under the counter dangling off his pointer finger. "A more hands-off, no touching approach."
The vision that scandalously pops into your mind is quickly dispelled. Banished even. So you refute by lying and saying, "It's not cuffing season."
"Oh, you're down bad. So bad." He shrugs. "Think of it as a bonus then." You watch in mild horror as he also throws them in a plastic bag. "I'll even give them to you free of charge. So, what color do you think will compliment your boy toy best?"
"He's not my — " You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying again not to think too hard. "Any will do. Just give me black… oh, and that too."
A wolf whistle. "Someone's in for a treat. Or trick. Something."
"I will literally cry if you say another unnecessary comment."
"Luckily for you, dacryphilia isn't really my thing. Yet."
"Oh my god!"
"All I'm saying is, this'll be some good shit."
"Do not — and I repeat, do fucking not — make me commit murder in broad daylight, Jun."
"Alright, alright," he holds his hands up in surrender, biting back the endless jokes and puns that always threaten to roll off of his tongue. Instead, he changes the subject to something you're less likely to kill him over. "If things get boring, tedious, heart-wrenching — text me. I can set you up for some decent mixers!"
"By my stupid luck, you'll be the only one who shows up."
"If you wanted to date me so bad, all you had to do was ask." He takes the credit card from your iron grip and swipes it with ease while batting his eyelashes at you. "Tempting but no thanks, darling. Though trust me when I say I have tons of acquaintances who know how to have a good time. And get down and dirty if you'd like."
"I don't even want to date you but… I'll think about those mixers," you concede and grab your purchases. Given the nature of his job, it's obvious he has all kinds of connections. "See you around."
When the little chime marks your farewell and you step back outside, you're not sure how much of a stress reliever that even was. The back of your head hits the headrest of the seat with a defeated thump once you're inside your car.
Damnit, Junhui!
Peeking inside the bag with a grimace, you toss it onto the passenger's side. What were you even thinking? The buzz of a phone halts you. The name belonging to the very bane of your existence flashes across the screen.
"Hello?" It's silent. The line crackles and you think he might have just butt-dialed you until a desperate call of your name comes through via a different but not unfamiliar voice. "Oh, hi there, Chan. Please don't tell me a certain someone's in trouble."
"I'm so sorry to bother you but… yes. He's um… very, very, very intoxicated."
You glance at the clock on your dash with a frown. "At this hour?"
"We went out for a lunch break and he ordered a drink. Maybe two…"
"Oh, no. Why? He knows he can't handle liquor at all, especially at restaurants and bars."
"Like it was great to go out for a good time since he's seemed out of it. And we did try to stop him but…"
"You're not his babysitter."
"Yeah." You both fall silent. You're mentally cursing Soonyoung for embarrassing himself in front of his junior dance team. As their captain, no less. At least Chan had experienced this too many times. Unfortunately. "Um, and… he won't stop talking about you so… I thought the next best bet was to call you."
Your blood runs cold. "Is he saying weird things?"
"N-no… of course, not! You know how he gets."
Soonyoung's more of an emotional, lovey-dovey drunk than a secret spiller but maybe you have too much faith in him, judging by Chan's rushed and uncertain response.
"Yeah, I do," you sigh, "where are you?"
"We were at his place and tried to get him to go inside but," — "no, stop trying to kiss me!", someone in the background shouts in protest — "um, sorry but anyways, he keeps insisting to come see you. And none of us knew if you were home or not."
You can hear the drunken slur of your name clearer now and assume Soonyoung is getting all up in Chan's business while he's on the phone. Possibly to say hello to you.
"I'm out right now — "
"Oh oops, sorry! I'll try and get him to calm down — "
"Wait, so you're at his place?" you rush to ask after he accidentally cut you off.
"Well," he lowers his voice as best he can, "we're just driving around with the excuse that he'll think we're taking him to see you."
"Okay." Glancing around the parking lot you're in, you know you would die before admitting to the young, up-and-coming dance crew member that you were anywhere near a sex toy store. "How about we meet at my place? I'll be back home in about fifteen?"
He agrees readily, apologizing once more with a guilty tone at having to bother you. Soonyoung being a chaotic drunk doesn't occur as often as one might think but when it does happen — it's always an experience to remember. And somehow you and Chan always seem to be the victims of circumstance when shit goes down.
"I'm… I'm really sorry about this."
"Don't be. If there's anyone that has to apologize, it should be the one that caused the situation in the first place." You attempt to lessen the intensity of your glare when facing the younger man. "Unfortunately, that will have to be after he sobers up."
Chan shuffles his feet, cheeks dusting a light pink because he's not sure where exactly to look. After dragging his senior's body out of the car when he'd arrived at your place and then lugging him up to the door, the inebriated man completely melted right onto you and is now intimately nuzzling at the crook of your neck. All while you remain expressionless, arms crossed above Soonyoung's that embrace you.
Something gnaws at the young man, telling him that this is a bad idea. "Um, are you sure you don't want me to take him back? Drive around a few blocks before he passes out?"
"Wasting more gas in this economy? Don't worry about it… besides, he doesn't deserve to wake up by himself with the sun shining through his window and birds singing now, does he?" Your rather menacing tone causes Chan to instinctively step back to leave until you blurt out, "Oh wait!"
"Yeah?"
"You said that this buffoon kept talking about me, right? What kinds of things did he say this time? Y'know, wanna make sure it wasn't slander or something gross."
Being buried six feet under would be much better than ratting out his mentor or becoming the victim of your misplaced wrath. "Ummm… he said you have pretty… eyes, yeah! Pretty eyes!" When you blink them once — twice — Chan uses that as his cue to escape with a rushed "See ya!", taking two steps at a time to scramble back in the car with his friends.
Pretty eyes, my ass, you think to yourself and glower at the man clinging helplessly to your side.
Slamming the door shut a little too harshly causes Soonyoung to flinch and nestle impossibly closer to you. His clumsy hands knead the skin below your breasts, innocently inching a little too high for comfort. Gripping at the strands on the back of his head, you tug him away only to grimace at the inappropriate moan that escapes his mouth.
"Shut up."
"I… said nothin'?"
"Yeah, well. I've heard enough already," you snap and urge him forward until he topples onto the couch headfirst. "What's got you acting up like this?"
His eyes have stayed squinted this whole time even in the dim area of your living space, a perpetual frown on his puffy red face. It's cute even if he looks like he might cry. Although a closer glance and being all too familiar with his drunken habits, you think he might actually be on the brink of tears.
"…me."
"Hm?"
"You been… 'voiding me."
"No, I haven't."
"'course, that's what you think."
"I've been busy."
"'s what you always say."
"Do not," you argue. As a point, you stare directly into what you can see of his dilated pupils only inches away from those pursed lips of his to fluff the pillow on his right. "Had to pick up my car and everything. It hasn't been that long since you've seen me."
"No texts?"
"I'm not on my phone twenty-four-seven."
"Liar. Going without me."
"You wouldn't have even known where the place was. It was in the middle of nowhere and recced by a friend."
"You have friends?"
You sigh in defeat. "Yes, I do, Soonyoung. Whatever, it's not like you're comprehending or going to remember any of this anyways."
"I will."
"Yeah? What's two times two?"
"… Twenty-two!"
You nudge him over in exasperation and he falls down on his side, head perfectly landing on the pillow you propped up while he lets out a heavy sigh that you echo. "Sleep tight, dumbass."
Throwing a blanket around the lower half of his body, you know his tolerance has improved enough that he won't make a mess of the furniture. Shaking your head — albeit fondly — you head inside your room for the evening. Later on, lulled into a dreamless sleep by the even-tempo snores of your best friend.
Drunk Soonyoung is a deep sleeper — easily knocked out for more than twelve hours.
By the time he's come to, he's slept through you waking up early, fussing in the kitchen, starting laundry, and stumbling around looking for your shoes before leaving (you needed to get out before you grew too soft over seeing him asleep on your couch). You don't even bother to keep quiet, knowing the man won't stir until his body has detoxed all the alcohol out of his bloodstream.
He's a little upset to find you gone, the living quarters noticeably a bit chilly without someone else — you — in it. Though a sheepish smile lights up his face after seeing medicine and a glass of water on the table. Plus, the usual post-it note with a frowny face scribbled on it that you left for him.
Like it's a habit, his fingers slide across his phone screen rather efficiently to speed-dial your number, smiling at the profile picture he chose. A candid picture of you laughing so hard at his funny antics you didn't hear the shutter clicking. Sometimes being bad at using technology works to his advantage.
"Morning, how's the hangover?"
"Barely feel a thing, must be the magical fairy dust you sprinkled over me."
You make a disgruntled noise before playfully asking, "Four times four?"
"… is sixteen. Whatever I said last night you cannot and will not hold against me, okay?"
"Sure."
He notes your noncommittal response. It's strange when you'd normally fire back at him. Rhythmic pounding noises thud in the background, and if he holds his breath to listen closely — he swears you're panting.
"What're you up to?"
"Workout. Treadmill."
Soonyoung blinks.
Forbidden thoughts of your pretty tits and ass deliciously bouncing in time as you jog flood his mind. Licking his lips, the imagery turns to you bouncing on something else. Like his cock, for example, that's already starting to swell and stiffen up at the thought. His attractive best friend panting hungrily for him instead of in the gym. Exactly as when you squirted all over that pathetic vibrator of yours.
You're a goddamn perv, he chastises himself.
Groaning as quietly as possible, he clears his throat. "You're not a fan of exercise routines. At least, you've always hated mine."
"Yours are stupid, insanely hard. A friend of mine said to keep fit, you know — to look nice for that."
"Friend? What kind of friend says shit like that?" You're reminded of his question last night but he continues on with sudden passion. "You're already pretty just the way you are!"
"Mhm-hm, and what exactly about me do you think is pretty?"
Heat burns on Soonyoung's neck, traveling upwards to set his cheeks aflame. There's no way you know what he's picturing right now. Banishing those scandalous ideas far, far, far away (for later maybe), he scrambles to answer.
"Your… your… eyes!"
He's not sure what he's expecting but it's certainly not a scoff of disbelief coming out of his phone's speaker. Only the wall you're facing can see how hard those very eyes roll.
"Lies. All men do is lie."
Before he can ask you to elaborate, a male voice he can't make out nor identify takes your attention away. Soonyoung frowns, eyebrows furrowing in perplexity at your amicable, "Be right there," before you bid your friend a rather miffed goodbye.
"Please lock the door when you leave."
"I can't stay?"
"… Just don't destroy anything."
A toothy grin emerges on his face as he thinks back to where you told him the spare key was. "I wouldn't dream of it, babe."
"Uh-huh. 'kay, bye."
"Bye!" The suddenly smug man hangs up. Donning a smirk on his face for no audience to see, one that Jihoon would shake his head and say his roommate must be up to no good.
Well. If you're going to do a workout with some other guy just because his routine is too intense — in more ways than he could ever know — Soonyoung's going to have to show you what you're missing out on.
Meanwhile, a chill runs down your spine. Puzzled, you pat at the sweat glistening on your forehead, neck, and back with the towel looped over your shoulder as you cool down. Turning off the treadmill, you join Seokmin on the large floor mat where he's attempting to stretch but has given up in pursuit of draping his body over a stability ball.
"What are you doing?"
"Becoming one with the ball."
You snort. "Is it working?"
"Yes." Turning his head, sparkling eyes stare up at you. "The universe has spoken to me and told me that was your special tiger boy. Does he miss you? Long for you?"
"There's a twenty-five-pound weight next to your girlfriend's foot. Don't make me go get it and throw it at your head."
He whines out to said partner about how mean you're being to him, only receiving delighted laughter as meager consolation in return. Setting down the heavy bar, she swings her legs off the bench and saunters over. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a bejeweled eyebrow raises at how Seokmin forlornly rolls across the floor before he drops the act to grin at her knowingly.
"I don't like the look you two are sharing."
"Relax, sweets. When have we ever done something bad?"
"Do you want the evidence mailed or faxed by the time I gather up all the receipts?"
"You're so funny and cute," she coos, fiddling innocently with your workout bra strap.
"And you both are insane. Lovely. But insane."
"I promise it's nothing crazy, right Seok baby?"
"Yeah, it's really tame. Nothing big either."
You shake your head. "So, it's not another extra, extra large-sized vibrator? 'Cause I was told that wasn't big either."
More bubbly giggles fill the empty gym. "How 'bout we grab some food on our way out and we'll share the deets?"
"I suppose so, could definitely use a cold drink now."
"A drink? At this time?" Seokmin teases as you search for your cover-up hoodie and zip it up. He'd wrangled all the details out of you this morning about last night's events while you helped spot him on the chest press. "Was taking care of your tiger boy really that bad?"
"… How you haven't broken his perfectly shaped nose yet is beyond me."
"'cause he's adorable. And frankly, dearest, you can be a real sour puss sometimes."
"Sorry, I'm surrounded by irritating idiots all the time that test my patience."
"Even me?"
"Never you." You loop your arm through her free one, causing the fake pout on her face to disappear.
Seokmin hangs giddily onto her other side, matching his girlfriend's radiant smile. He's used to the usual light-hearted jabs thrown his way and knows they aren't meant with any ill intent.
The three of you traipse outside where the fair sunlight and time of day increase the crowd of people milling around. Business always flourishes for the food stalls lining the sidewalk when the stroke of good fortune smiles down on them with pleasant weather. Especially when hungry gym-goers stop by for a refreshing drink or delicious snack like your trio needs after a hard routine.
"So, what's the grand secret you're hiding?"
Shiny, long hair is flipped over a tattooed shoulder with such a sure smile on her face and for the umpteenth time, you wish to have even a fraction of the self-confidence Seokmin's girlfriend exudes. "Got a sexy little number for you, darling. Nothing insane but I know you'll just love it and well," a glee-filled snicker, "I know he'll absolutely adore it. Isn't that right, 'Min?" she asks louder.
Her boyfriend nods in agreement even though he probably hasn't heard a thing other than his name from where he's busy paying at the stand. You roll your eyes.
"Thanks, but is that really necessary?"
"Of course!" she gasps, "it would be a bit of a shame, really, but I wouldn't be surprised if he tore it right off. Hah, it will be easy to tho… but anyways, the setup is always key. Remember, I told you it's just like foreplay and equally as important. You're already hot stuff and you're just gonna look even hotter flattering your best assets. He's gonna end up blowing his load, I just know it!"
"I'm going to have a meltdown," you state rather evenly while she squeals. Quite proud of yourself for the fake calm demeanor.
A hand wraps around yours, squeezing encouragingly. "Listen to me. I was in the same boat a year ago and what great advice did I receive?"
"That was different."
"How so?"
"I mean look at you two now."
"Yeah, I found the love of my life. But that's not what I'm referring to. You know how murky our feelings stupidly were at the time and what did you tell me?"
You sigh in defeat and repeat, "'Whatever happens, happens but at least you know you tried'."
"Exactly." She puts a hand on your shoulder and the other one tilts your chin up so you have no choice but to meet her firm gaze. "And I wasn't happy when you said that but it's true. Plus, my intuition deep down is never wrong and something tells me this will be good either way. It's why we got you something to help boost your confidence, yeah? Think of it as armor… even if it doesn't cover much!"
You groan her name. "Geez, alright. You're right. Someone else said the same thing but I'm just — you know…" You wave your arm around and she nods understandingly.
"I get it. It's okay to feel that way, perfectly normal. Be honest with him, at least about the nerves part if that's what you're only comfortable sharing. I think he's gonna treat you right during this, though. You're his best friend when it all comes down to it! Remember, you both have equal control over this so make sure to express and communicate at all times."
"I don't know if he'll have any control with what I have planned," you mutter and her eyebrows raise up in surprise before they wiggle suggestively with a salacious grin.
"Oh? There's my spicy sugar baby."
"Hah, stop it, you! I dunno, I mean we didn't discuss what we would be doing anyways so…"
"Mhm-hm. Well, don't forget we're always one phone call away. For anything."
"In fact, we could just book a nearby hotel." Seokmin returns and hands out your respective orders. "We haven't spent the night in one for a while, have we?"
You make a face of disgust following the couple to their parked car. "There's only trashy motels that reek of sex out my way. Like the dorms on campus but five times worse."
"Whaddya mean, that sounds perfect?"
"C'mon Seokmin," you grumble and he chuckles.
His girlfriend takes out a white clothing box wrapped with an elegant black ribbon. "Don't open it until right before you're ready to stream. I know you'll overthink it if you see it any sooner."
You bite your lip but nod, pulling her in for a hug. "Thank you a lot. For everything you always do. I know you're right." Taking in a deep breath, you stand back and nod at both of them. "I'm going to do this."
"Yes, you are! You're gonna take that dick and own it, regardless of fuzzy feelings, you better enjoy it for what it's worth!"
"Baby, we're in public!"
"What, that's never stopped you before? You just handed over a lingerie set on a public street!"
As they bicker, you hear your phone ding.
You gasp. For multiple reasons. None of them good ones.
Throwing your head back, you let out a frustrated groan before turning to face your curious friends. "It was great seeing you guys but I have to make a call and hurry home. Love you, will talk to you later."
They blow you kisses goodbye, acting as if they aren't chortling like little demons to each other that you have a very important dicking-down appointment to make. You pretend like you don't hear them, urgently dialing Soonyoung's number.
"Heya."
"Tell me you didn't bleach and dye your hair in my bathroom sink!"
Your devious best friend can't help but find your fuming cute as he plays with the tattered strings on his sweatpants. "I didn't."
You halt your fast stride and accusingly huff into the phone, "Then you're just fucking with me?"
"Not yet, actually."
"Kwon Soonyoung!"
"What? You didn't answer my question. Y'know I was gonna call and ask you what color you'd prefer but I didn't want your gym buddy to overhear."
"So you left and came back just to make a mess of my bathroom, maximizing the chances of my landlord potentially killing me?"
"Something like that, yeah."
"If you thought Jihoon was pissed, I can get much scarier than him."
"Oh trust me, I know. Better hurry that cute ass of yours home to get me to behave."
He hangs up, leaving you standing on the side of the street with your jaw nearly hitting the concrete. You hope that Soonyoung had learned his lesson after horribly — albeit accidentally — staining Jihoon's brand-new sink the last time he'd had done something crazy to his hair.
But as usual, he never fails to surprise you in the worst of ways. For as irritating as he was, it was honestly sometimes a surprise that you were best friends with him — let alone ending up with stupid feelings that totally don't exist.
The heavy weight of male testosterone hanging in the air smacks you right in the face when you open the door. So much so that you have to take a step back, shake your head, and approach your own living quarters with much more caution.
"Honest to god," you mutter to yourself, only just able to hear Soonyoung's grunts, groans, and controlled exhale over the obnoxious blaring of his workout playlist. You pray your neighbors won't file a noise complaint. "Is he for real?"
Like out of a wet dream (yours), the lean arms of your best friend curl inwards to bring the dumbbells toward his head. Biceps bulging, the rest of his muscles visible through the thin white tank draped over them ripple in time with his precise movements. An audible hiss from the burn of exertion is followed by furrowed eyebrows, lips curling inwards before he relaxes and releases the tension.
The only thing keeping you from fainting is the sight of his fuzzy bleached hair sticking out at odd points. Reminding you of why you stormed home in the first place.
Having seen your reflection in the blank TV, Soonyoung sets down the weights and turns to face you with a lazy grin. Shaking out his arms, the bracelets on his wrists jingle and jangle, silver beads against his tanned skin make it glow even more.
Like who even wears jewelry when they work out, you think to yourself with critical disdain to distract away from the fact that you're staring. In disbelief obviously. Pure and utter judgment.
As if you don't have a dainty golden chain around your own neck, the pendant resting demurely above the low zipper of your hoodie.
You miss the hungry dark brown irises following the way it dangles back and forth above your chest when you bend over to set down the bags you're carrying. Unconsciously biting down on his bottom lip at the pretty view presented to him. Hurriedly flitting his eyes away with slight shame when the charm nestles itself exactly where he was staring as you stand back up.
Just in time to meet your fiery glare that burns into his dilated pupils — this time, not from alcohol.
You're too busy staring at the mess on his head to really notice and he uses that to his advantage. As much as possible. But the attempt at sexily brushing back his frizzy bangs only makes them look worse and causes your scowl to deepen. A failure in making you swoon or laugh as intended, he sighs in defeat and turns on the kicked-puppy-dog act. Even though he's a self-certified tiger.
"Don't give me that look."
"I'm not doing anything."
"That's what you should've told me on the phone."
"Ah but… oh, wait… " he calls out as you stomp over to the bathroom only to let out a frustrated shriek. "See? Didn't ruin your basin, babe."
"Oh, you! Like you even know what that word means!"
"I do!"
A withering look is shot his way on your return but it has no effect. Neither do the next words out of your mouth. "I'm going to strangle your rat-lookin' ass for giving me a false heart attack!"
"Hah, I might be into that if it's you doing it."
This time, though, the way you whine out his name causes Soonyoung to shiver. Tiny hairs stand at attention, eliciting bumps to cover his body despite the sheen of perspiration already coating his skin.
God, does he want to hear it again.
You turn away from him, having said enough of your mind and knowing he probably wasn't even listening. Which would be correct. Instead, he tugs at the hem of your shirt and taps your shoulder so you'll face him again, allowing him to put his hands on your hips to keep you in place.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Obviously."
"Trying to escape me in your own place?"
"Oh, trust me. I can evade very well while you… work out whatever alpha male energy you need to release in my home."
"But I'm a tiger — a solitary creature with no social structure."
"No social skills, more like it." You push at his chest, hand jolting back like it'd been burnt upon the realization of just how thin and useless the almost-sheer fabric of his tank top is. Cheeks burning only hotter when his shit-eating smirk widens.
Absent-mindedly kneading at your covered skin while mentally taking note of how short your attire was on your lower body, Soonyoung chuckles. "You're a tiger too, you know?"
"Stop, I could never compare to the level of your tiger-isms. Because I'm not a furry or whatever you like to call yourself."
"I could convince you to be my tigress," his breath hot against your already burning cheek, "change your mind a little bit, you're already halfway there as it is."
Any biting remark fizzles out in your throat like an opened soda can turning flat, knowing it'll only come out sounding like a whimper with how close he gets. Firm and warm — so warm and his dazzling, brilliant display of teeth only makes everything burn more. Your legs are as shaky as the breath you would have let out if you weren't holding it in just as hard as the grip on the last shred of your sanity.
Your best friend must deviously know who now has the upper hand at your ducked head. Sweatpant-clad knees knock into your bare ones. Urging you back, back, and back until you obediently sit down on the couch.
Reminiscent of the night before. Opposite positions.
Soonyoung cages your head between his arms, wishing he was shirtless so you could see the way his abs flex in order to hold himself up, not solely relying on the strength of his arms. Your silence and stunned look are enough to boost his ego though, and he knows he can make it up to you.
"Have a few more reps to do, why don't you wait 'til I'm done?"
It's adorable, he thinks — how you're only able to cutely nod, mouth slightly ajar. Completely overwhelmed by him and him alone until he backs away to give you space to finally exhale in relief.
"And why would I do that?"
Broken out of the spell long enough to grouse at him and be taken aback by the unfamiliar but familiar pull-up bar station he's headed toward. However, before you can chew him out again, he easily targets your Achilles heel. Sometimes he's smart like that (or lucky), able to pick up on your strengths and weaknesses you don't realize or try to hide. Either for or against your well-being.
"'Cause I'll make it worthwhile, babe."
And right now, Soonyoung's actively using every effort to work against you.
Pulling out a baseball cap from who knows where to cover his hideous hair and tossing away his useless top, you have no choice but to momentarily gawk at the defined valley between his back muscles with nothing shielding your view. It's up to your filthy imagination to envision what disappears under the waistband of his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
"Yeah, right, I'll just look at my phone," you grumble, although you can't tear your gaze away despite unlocking the device with your thumb.
"See something you like?"
His teasing is relentless, your shrunken reflection on the TV screen becoming his focal point. Grinning to himself with his tongue sticking out, panting and moaning as acceptable as one can when doing pull-ups.
"No," you lie flatly, "I saw a lot of that not too long ago at the gym." More lies. Seokmin is a respectable man and keeps himself well-covered. "I'm just wondering how you got that damn thing in here."
"I'm stronger than I look."
"I know. Doesn't explain why you bothered to set it up here."
It's hard to shrug in the middle of a pull-up so he hums. "Change of scenery?"
"There's a great view at your apartment. A huge, wide window overlooking a green yard, not some beige wall."
Like he'd admit right now that he'd rather look at you. For amusement. For other reasons. Especially because he has a pretty good idea of how lovely you are undressed.
Continuing to ramble, you carry on. "And if you're all wrung up about me avoiding you — which I'm not — because of the collab, don't be. 'Cause I'll still do it — "
One of Soonyoung's hands almost slips off the bar, losing his grip in his sudden excitement at your words. Stabilizing himself with two feet planted on the ground, he faces you — chest heaving, abs rippling to catch his breath.
"You're still okay with it?"
"I mean why wouldn't I be? I just… had to process things. I'm a bit… well… nervous, okay?" You look down, expecting him to laugh at you.
"I'm nervous, too. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the things I texted you, was just caught up in the moment, and I… " He rubs his neck, backpedaling when you flinch. "I meant it! Oh god, I mean… I didn't intend to be a creep, I just wanted you to know that…"
A deep inhale gives him enough air to rush out, "I do find you attractive. I mean you're hot, duh. And… I would and will do anything and everything to make sure you're comfortable at all times and… also… feel good… and… and stuff."
Soonyoung's voice fades away, the idea that he's fumbled the ball so hard and lost the game is super embarrassing. Defeat isn't common. Flirting and securing dates were his forte, his special skills, and the things he never failed at. Yet, with you sitting right in front of him right now — someone who is always by his side — he keeps fucking things up.
It gives him a small flutter of hope though when you raise your head to steadily meet his eyes. A hint of a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "You're strange, you know that?"
"I'm trying to have a heart-to-heart for the third time and you're telling me I'm weird?"
"Strange, not weird."
"They're literally cinnamons."
"… Synonyms?"
"Yeah, you know when two different words mean the same thing."
"I — " You shake your head. Typical Soonyoung behavior. Attempting to get back on track, you mumble an apology. "You know, I've been caught up in my head without thinking about what or how you're feeling at all even though you've been pretty open."
"More than open."
"True. It just…. scares me. You're my best friend, Soonie — I don't want to lose you."
Your fearful whisper comes out more like a plea. The both of you search each other's shared gaze, unable to recognize the exact emotions you seek are in plain sight.
Soonyoung frowns. "You aren't going to lose me over this."
"You don't understand."
"You haven't been upfront with anything if I'm being honest so, yeah. I don't."
"I'm — I'm sorry — "
"Don't be," he assures you with a wave of his hand and comes closer, "I get that it's new, scary, and gonna take time. I'm not expecting anything nor am I gonna leave when it's over, okay? Just want us to enjoy ourselves." His soft approach — the clumsy steadiness of the man you know and love — only makes your heart melt devastatingly so. "I promise this is gonna be great."
"It… it will be. I trust you."
He beams at you, holding out his hand. "Why don't we shower together then?"
"What?" Your body jolts, not at the coldness of the phone you had a death grip on falling onto your thighs but at the shock of his words. "Why?"
"To make up for the time we could've had during the communal shower incident?"
"Ugh, omigod, you perv…I should've known way back then."
Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and fingers enticingly. "How about just getting comfy and calming the nerves a bit? No cameras, no viewers, no one else — no pressures. Just us. Whatcha think?"
"No funny tricks," you warn but take his offered hand and stand up. It's horrible how the idea is enough to make your body thrum in anticipation.
"'course not, wouldn't dream of it, babe."
Despite the growing trepidation, neither one of you is eager to move too fast and disturb the careful equilibrium established.
Once he's secured your hand in his, Soonyoung leads you toward the bathroom but pauses right outside the door. You peer at him curiously — thinking he's chickened out — but he simply winks, apologizing that he needs the bag left by his workout equipment.
"You little shit, you had this all planned, didn't you?"
"No, but I brought a few things in the hopes you'd at least let me stay over again. You see, Jihoon was planning a big romantic dinner tonight."
"Aw, was he? That's cute. Can you grab my stuff too? I'll… meet you in the shower in a few… gotta run to my room real quick."
"'kay, but you better not run from me," he whispers in your ear and delivers a playful slap on your ass before leaving.
Your legs wobble. Weird excitement mixes with the butterflies in your gut and then you're dashing off into your bedroom to glare at the flustered expression reflected in your vanity's mirror. Sorting through and tossing around various panties, undergarments, and casual clothing only to huff at yourself because what does it matter what you wear to the shower?
Damn you, Soonyoung.
Patting at super flushed, hot cheeks causes you to unzip your hoodie and throw it in the hamper. Left wearing only a sports bra, the urge to waste time and calm yourself by staring at the glowing, rotating stars on the ceiling is strong. Instead, you crouch down on the floor to give yourself one final pep talk for mental fortitude and then head back to join said man in the bathroom.
So caught up in trying to steel your nerves, you don't realize how long it took him to get the bags. Nor the flush coloring his neck a scarlet red and even spreading across his shoulders after he dropped yours off in front of the closed bedroom door, having accidentally caught a glimpse inside one of them.
Yes, the unmarked plastic Limbo bag that had been left in your car due to the events that happened after. You had brought it in today and although he'd picked it up without a second thought, he had seen a particular item that left his head spinning. You are none the wiser — forgetting all about it already again because of everything.
Soonyoung's already stripped and turned the shower on, intently watching the stream of water like it's the most interesting thing he's seen all day. You're grateful, though.
Although a bra and booty shorts are by far not the most revealing thing you've worn or that your best friend's seen, you feel bare before you're even naked. Quickly discarding them, you wait for his next move, shifting on your feet. Both bashful and antsy.
"You ready?" The soft way he calls your name has your stomach doing somersaults.
"Yeah."
"C'mere, then." Brown eyes crinkle to match his smile at the way you shyly sidle up next to him. "Don't know if the water temp is good for you."
"It's fine."
"After you, then."
You snort at the so-called gentlemanly nature, stepping inside while Soonyoung fidgets. It's funny because he's never failed to ogle you before with clothes on. But now he's unsure where to even look, choosing to focus on the water flowing past your painted toes and down the drain.
"You coming?"
"Yeah, uh…" He asks himself why he was doing this despite knowing the answer. "Um, nice shower."
You play along as if he's never been inside the bathroom before. "It is a nice bonus considering the rent. Big enough for two people to stand inside and not… touch."
Soonyoung's back is pressed straight up against the shower wall, clinging to it like mold and using it as a lifeline. There definitely seems to be enough space between your two bodies but he would rather slip on soap than move his eyes off the chipped caulking he's focused on right now. Speaking of soap, his singular brain cell lights up for a moment and he grabs the shampoo bottle that's thankfully to the right rather than behind either of you.
"You wanna wash my hair for me?"
"What did you do to it? Obviously, it wasn't bleached if you're getting it wet. And it doesn't look much different."
"Chan helped me lighten it. With apple cider vinegar."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
Another mistake. Not his hair. But asking you to wash it. Especially when you tell him to duck his head to his chest so you can lather it up properly. Though your nails feel great against his scalp, he squeezes his eyes shut — afraid to look again. Even after straightening up and you're rinsing out the suds.
"I thought we were doing this to ease up the nerves but why do you look ten times more uncomfortable?"
"… I'm trying really, really, really hard not to be a creep right now."
You have to laugh. Endeared and amazed, you tap at his hands which have curled into tight fists to try and get him to relax. "Don't you want to look?"
One eye opens to squint at you, a strangled groan escaping his throat. "The goal was to get you more comfortable with me. Not the other way around?"
"But it looks like you're having a harder time." The not-so-subtle innuendo has him groaning again, running a distressed hand through his wet locks. You're having zero difficulties checking him out, undoubtedly noticing the effect this is having on him. So of course, your ego grows just like his cock. "Do you wanna touch me, Soonie?"
"I… I…"
It's your turn to reach for the shelf of toiletries, the snap of the body wash's lid opening causes a shiver to run down Soonyoung's spine and his nostrils flare at the familiar scent. He's helpless to your sweet, seductive tone and lets you lift up his hand, squeezing a generous amount from the bottle onto it.
"You can get me all nice, clean, and pretty for our stream, yeah?"
Which is a lie — you're not looking to get clean, necessarily. The hot water and occasional soap suds are enough to wash away the sweat and grime from both of your workouts. An actual scrub could come later.
After the festivities.
"Don't waste my expensive products," you teasingly beg and bat your damp eyelashes at him before turning around. How the tables have turned. "Please?"
He swears under his breath, muttering, "This is all your fault," (a lie) before running his hands along your shoulders to spread the cool gel. Circular motions bring them down closer and closer before cautiously, but eagerly, cupping at the underside of your breasts.
"Knew you always had a thing for them," you giggle.
"Can you blame me?" Soonyoung bites back and starts to knead at them the same way he's done to other parts of your body without this kind of intent. "They're fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I finally get to touch them."
Your sigh comes out more like an airy moan, leaning back against his firm body. Two and two click together. "So these are your favorite parts of my body, huh? You've been talking to your juniors about my tits?"
"No way!" he assures you, "It's true that your eyes are beautiful as well but I can talk about how pretty you are…. you know, as a person."
"I don't even want to know."
"Like… you know!"
"No?"
"I mean all of them have the hots for you, I'm just making sure none of them make a move because that would be weird."
"Oh please, it's only weird if you make it weird."
"Think about it. If my best friend dates my younger peers and exposes all kinds of embarrassing moments, how am I supposed to hold onto my authoritative position?"
"You expose your stupidity all by yourself as it is and still somehow maintain it. I think you terrify them in so many ways you don't even have to worry."
"I dunno. Whatever, are underclassmen even your type?"
You shrug. "I don't really have a preference but I guess not."
"Good, let's keep it that way."
"You're incorrigible."
"And yet here we are." He points out, noting that his hands groping and squeezing at your chest has to feel good. A little too good, if you're the one being honest. "You still want to stream, right? Like tonight?"
"Mhm, we might as well. Besides, you have your date really soon and — " You yelp at the sudden pinch and tug at your nipples, lurching forward.
Soonyoung follows your body's motion, ensuring you won't slip or hit your head. You can feel the hot press of his cock laying heavy against your back, bodies melding together as he rises back to his full height and brings you up with him. He doesn't move away, one hand brushing across your stomach while the other soothes the harshness just enacted upon your breasts.
"Do you think you can handle one sweet orgasm for me? Before we put on a show? Please?"
"Wha — Soonyoung?" you splutter out, brain trying to catch up and process the change of his demeanor.
His mouth is on your skin, not quite kissing and not quite biting or sucking. Just lips pressing along your neck with an occasional prod of his tongue that licks up water droplets as he pleads for permission. Followed by a slight grind of his hips that steals away your breath, his heavy cock swirling against the curve of your ass, its heat matching the heat building up in your abdomen.
"Just my fingers, baby. There's no way I'd have trouble getting hard again but I need… no, want to stretch you out first. Please."
Breathless laughter bubbles in your chest at his desperation. And of course, you find yourself equally as turned on — easily able to distinguish between the hot shower water versus the release of arousal that bursts from your gut and trickles out to coat your sensitive folds.
You tell him "okay," and then he's goddamn thanking you. Already panting. Would get on his knees if he could but it's too risky, even though he reaches behind and shuts off the water that's rinsed away all of the unnecessary suds. Now, Soonyoung can resort to using his fingers to explore where he hopes his mouth and eyes can later.
Prodding at the crease of your thigh, he mumbles more to himself, "Is this where it's at?", causing you to grimace. Not knowing he's referring to your tiger lily tattoo.
"Thought you were a sex maniac? But you don't know how to finger someone?" Maybe Junhui was right. "I should've bought you a guide or something, my bad."
He scoffs. "A little mouthy, aren't we? Not that I was expecting anything less. Saw you bought some fun sex toys, babe and I assure you — I know how to use them and find my way around a body."
"We might use them in ways you can't imagine," you gripe and he silences you with a bold swipe of his fingers against the smooth folds of your cunt.
"You're shaking in my arms already and you don't think I know what I'm doing." He doesn't speed up his pace or make further movements, content to tease. Though his lips turn downward when you clasp a hand over your mouth. "Going quiet on me before I've even started?"
"I'm cold," you mumble behind your palm.
Soonyoung's hand leaves your lower body so he can place it on your elbow instead. Not moving your arm away but it's a tight enough grip that you know he wants to and could if he tried. He feels the bumps covering your skin everywhere he's pressed against and shivers himself.
"Let me warm you up then. But you're going to have to let me hear how it feels or I won't know if I'm doing a good job." Fingers trail down your side again and you relent, tentatively dropping your arm down and letting out a soft, wobbly moan at his tickling motions. "And I very much like knowing that I am."
You can feel his smile against your neck. He can't help but be fond of such cute shyness that you don't normally exhibit around him but even that's not enough to feed the ravenous tiger. Soonyoung understands though, aware of some of the differences between sexual acts for a camera audience versus doing it with another person.
Especially if it's him. Not that he's actually aware of that fact.
"Words, gorgeous." But the man still desires to ask, intent on getting you to actually say something, breathy and sweet all for him — and him alone. Hopefully not just an act. Besides, he knows how mouthy you actually are whether there's something in that cute cunt of yours or not.
"Mhm yes, Soonyoungie…"
"Yeah?" He rewards you with a return to your damp folds, gently brushing back and forth to get his fingers thoroughly coated with arousal. "Tell me what I should do, what you like. Wanna hear it all from those pretty lips of yours."
"Hm, want… want your fingers."
"Where?"
"In… inside."
"Huh, inside… here?" A finger slowly eases its way into your warmth. "In this lovely little pussy of yours?"
Your reaction is incredible, arching your lower back to press even closer to him, wedging his cock between your ass cheeks, and throwing your head back. A louder moan echoes in the shower. One that glimmers with more confidence.
You're no longer cold, sure the water droplets glistening on your skin are sizzling now and evaporating from the feral heat rushing through your body. And it is absolutely everything to Soonyoung. Almost.
"How many? How deep?"
Despite having shorter fingers, they make up for the lack of length with thickness and technique. You can clearly feel by the one alone that he obviously knows how to utilize as it explores the spongy walls of your cunt. Your moan turns into a whiny huff as he stills his digit and your foggy mind finally registers you need to answer.
"Two, please. Not… not too deep."
"'course, baby. Whatever you want. I know you can take more but I'll be gentle." He nips at your ear as he slides his ring finger next to his middle one inside, teeth bared hungrily at the filthy squelch. Pointer finger soothingly pets one side on the outer lip of your pussy that snugly wraps around him, tiny tremors of its nerves fluttering across it. "Anything for you."
He continues to mumble, stuff along the lines of "only for you" and "never do a thing to ever hurt you". But it's drowned out by the blood roaring in your ears, melting against Soonyoung's body, and attempting to keep standing. It doesn't matter too much, his strong grip ensures you won't fall — it'd be a waste of such a rigorous arm workout if he couldn't even brace and support you while he finally gets to stroke your velvety walls like he's fantasized about.
Or maybe that's fueling his strength alone. It's startling, how fast you rush toward that peak. The sensitivity of someone — him — touching you for the first time in years, the smell of your scent on him… everything in that moment, within the intimacy of your shower, is just you and Soonyoung.
It's intimate. Much too intimate.
Emotions collide and crash, causing an intense ache that leaves you in a fragile state of vulnerability, stealing your breath with a sharp gasp. Paired with the slow, concentrated strokes of his fingers that are intent on helping you reach that peak, you have no choice but to follow along.
Embarrassingly climbing up the hill and hurtling to your climax at a raging speed, like a roller coaster that races downwards off-track. And like its unfortunate passengers, you scream — albeit silently, the pleasure so mind-numbing that it steals away every single one of your functions.
It satisfies Soonyoung though. The lack of noise from your mouth lets him appreciatively hear the accompanying squelch of your darling cunt pulsating around his fingers. Gummy walls squeeze his fingers in rippling waves that make his cock ache. You tremble in his arm and he feels hella pleased, content to support your shaking frame until he realizes you're sobbing.
Mush. Your brain, your body, your heart. It feels so so, so good it almost oddly hurts so, so, so bad.
Your best friend is quick to wipe your cheek tenderly, brushing away the trickling tears with his cleaner hand. "Hey, you okay? You still with me?"
It's hard to trust yourself to speak, the lump in your throat is too big to allow for speech anyways. Instead, you nod at him through bleary eyes, waiting for the roar to fade from your ears. Soonyoung scans your face repeatedly, worry knitting his eyebrows.
"Baby," he whispers, pet names slipping out without thought, and pulls down the fluffy towel on the nearby hook to drape over your shoulders. "Talk to me. Too much? I'm so sorry… gosh, I really am sorry, love."
Regret immediately eats at him. Regret at what, he's not quite sure. But like a stone is crushing his chest, he watches you attempt to talk to him — to actually assure him that you are okay — but your body refuses to cooperate in its hypersensitive state, stuck heaving dry sobs. So, you timidly open your arms, asking for a hug and he steps in to embrace you without a moment's hesitation.
Although it's like he's touching glass, afraid you'll break with one wrong touch so he's extraordinarily gentle. Your head buries into the crook of his neck. Toweled arms wrap around him, luckily sharing a bit of warmth and dryness. Breathing in his comforting scent that lingers beneath your shampoo, and the supportive strength of defined, moist skin pressed against yours. Both of your hearts beating rapidly off-sync starts to ease the shaking in your body.
Every swallow you hear and feel from his throat continues to bring you back down to a calmer wavelength. Unsure of how much time passes until you no longer feel like you're a balloon floating away in the stratosphere. But once you finally come down and feel a sense of stability, you lift your head.
Soonyoung's quick to crank his neck just for the tiniest glimpse to gauge how you're doing when there's zero indication of you releasing him from your embrace. In fact, your arms might tighten even harder around his torso. A thumb reaches up to cradle the side of your cheek he can reach, swiping tenderly at the salty dampness.
"I'm sorry." It's your turn to croak out an apology and he frowns.
"Why are you apologizing? It's me who should be — "
"No, it's not you! Well, not exactly. Forgot how it feels to be touched by someone else and it's just… a little overwhelming. I didn't mean to scare you."
"Wasn't scared but definitely worried I took it too far. I didn't want or mean to."
"You didn't," you assure him, hands wrapped in the bath towel running up and down his lean back. "I'm fine. It felt… good. Really good. Probably too good. Guess you weren't lying about your skills."
Embarrassed laughter is muffled by burying your head back into the space between his neck and shoulder, a slight nuzzle against his warm skin. Refusing to look into your best friend's brown eyes yet upon the recollection that he'd just had his fingers deep inside of you, bringing you to a pleasurable precipice that you think is the best you've ever experienced.
"Ah."
When that's all he simply says, you have to lean away, honestly a little puzzled. Now it's his turn — once again — to not meet your eyes. A pretty flush illuminates round cheeks that are only emphasized more by the shockingly bashful smile growing on his lips.
"'Ah'?" you repeat in surprise. "I thought you'd be all… cocky and proud. Y'know, like earlier."
His hands rub up and down your arms, unintentionally but successfully finishing drying you off. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am proud, it's not every day a man gets his pretty bestie to cum like that."
"I am pretty, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you are." He confirms that by resolutely meeting your gaze and the moment stretches on until you blink to shatter it. "Don't like making you cry though."
"Really? That doesn't seem like your normal MO, Mr. 'I get told off for having too high of a sex drive'!"
"Well… you're different," Soonyoung huffs at you mimicking his words from days ago, and scratches the back of his head as you step out of the shower. Shamelessly ogling your backside in mild retaliation as if you aren't giving him a free show on purpose when you reach for another towel. It's pointless if you don't see and he's allowed to look. "You know that."
All you do is chuckle and shake your head, humor being your favorite defense mechanism. You don't dare to ask him to elaborate. What do you know? Sure, he treats you differently… because you're his precious friend. Because he —
You focus on his matted hair that kind of makes him look a bit like a drowned rat. Though your affection doesn't dwindle, at least you can focus on the conversation rather than Soonyoung and his undeniable attractiveness that now makes you weak in more ways than one.
"What I know now is that my best friend has a dacryphilia kink."
"Do not!"
"Sure," you say, the word absolutely coated in sarcasm but you don't push it. Instead, you ask, "What about you though? Anyone ever made you cry?"
Soonyoung tongues at his cheek, as he joins you at the sink counter, towel politely covering his modesty like yours. "And now who has a kink for tears? I'm aware of how much you love it when viewers are sobbing for you to squirt for them, all pretty like you do. Bet they wail into their pillows every night because they can never, ever have a chance with you."
"Ha, talking about yourself, Tiger?" Boldly, you run a finger down the crevice formed by his pec muscles, just stopping before you reach his abs. "Didn't someone admit to being a frequent viewer of mine?" Watching as he visibly gulps despite the smirk starting to quirk the corner of his lips up. "Ever shed tears for me, Soonie baby?"
It's a miracle that the poor man is able to remain standing with every single one of his nerves tingling and firing off at your words. His entire being thrums while he wiggles his eyebrows.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he teases, unsurprisingly finding himself breathless.
"I guess I would. Or… I could just find out for myself."
"Fuck, so those toys I accidentally saw weren't for you, were they?" When all you do is bite your lip to try and hide your grin, he laughs and swears again. Turning away to run another hand through his hair, he looks back at you with an eager sparkle in his eyes. "I should've known, you naughty tigress."
"Are you up to it though?"
"Clearly."
"… I mean mentally, Soonyoung. Want to make sure you're okay with that."
"As okay as you were with what we did in the shower," he affirms, "because I trust you, too. Besides," his gaze lowers to drag across your covered body though you might as well be naked with the hungry way he stares before meeting your eyes again. "That sweet pussy of yours could bring anyone to tears. Hmm, maybe I do have a dacryphilia kink… "
"You think?" With a giggle, you try not to melt at his words. The whiplash of him jumping between hot and goofy still leaves you reeling. "We'll just have to confirm between ourselves, won't we? Let the viewers decide on the consensus."
"I'm all yours, baby." Always have been, rings silently in his mind though you likely fail to receive the message. "No matter how many people are watching or what they're saying, we'll go at your pace."
"Our pace."
"Our pace," Soonyoung repeats affirmatively and holds out his hand.
You clasp onto it like an anchor, an unspoken deal mutually accepted by the action. And then you're using it as a way to pull him out of the bathroom, eager to share with him all the ideas you've brainstormed for tonight's livestream.
This was it.
Your camming setup was in its desired location after making Soonyoung sit in various positions on the bed while you adjusted the angle for the best view. Then you turned everything off with strict instructions for the technology-inept man to not touch anything while you were gone and he lazily reclined on your bed to wait.
He agreed just as amicably as he had after patiently listening to you stutter when finally discussing what you both felt comfortable doing on-cam. Winking lecherously as you leave the bedroom with his arms propped up behind his head causes his upper body to automatically flex. You'd probably seen more of his muscles today than you ever did over the couple of years of knowing him, the man only donning — startlingly normal-colored — boxers and various silver earrings dotting his ears.
"No tiger print?" you had asked, half teasing, half shocked.
"C'mon, it wasn't like I was that prepared. Besides, what's it matter when we'll be naked soon?"
And now you stand back in your bathroom with a cross look. Twisting and turning in different directions to assess your appearance in the vanity mirror.
Seokmin's girlfriend has never done you dirty. In fact, she just seems to get better at buying things that not only flatter you but stuff you actually enjoy and feel comfortable with or in. And clearly, with this set… frankly, you think she's hit the nail on the head. But Soonyoung's casual words about getting naked eat at the normal self-esteem boost you would expect to be instilled by the beautiful lingerie.
It's simple and classy. Delicate yet sexy. Still, you don't feel as confident as you'd like to.
But then you jump at the loud drawl of your name followed by, "If you don't come out here soon I'm gonna start touching stuff!" A beat of silence. "Hm, I wonder what this button does…?"
"Hey, you'd better not!"
"You're right, I'd rather be touching you! So get your cute butt over here before I count to three, ahem, one… "
"And I thought it was me who was supposed to be the one counting," you call back and roll your eyes.
"Two… "
"Omigod! I'm coming, you beast of a man!"
"Yeah, that's what I want you to be say — oh, damn… oh wow… "
You barge back in and Soonyoung hasn't moved, still lying on his back and yelling on your bed like a child throwing a temper tantrum. But he turns to look when he hears you approach only to do a full-body jerk at the sight.
Because his traitorous eyes are immediately drawn to the large but darling satin bow tied below a flattering display of cleavage created from the two matching pieces of fabric pulled comfortably snug around your breasts. Licking his lips subconsciously as his gaze follows the line of your body to the two additional bows adorning each of your hips and keeping the material of your panties on with one simple knot tied in each one.
The man is mumbling all kinds of stuff you can't really make out as he sits up besides, "Oh my god," and probably something along the lines of "holy mother of —," and then curses. Suddenly your insecurity flares back up and you recoil instinctively to cover yourself even though he's already seen you naked.
"Wait, wait… don't hide from me…! No, no c'mere, baby. Please," his voice actually cracks as he begs and reaches out his hands, "let me see you… all of you."
And how can you resist when Soonyoung looks at you like that, glassy-eyed and tender? You go to him with timid steps until you're close enough to feel his body heat once more.
"Sweet thing." Strong arms wrap around your thighs, hands gently laying against the back of them as he nuzzles tenderly around your stomach with his nose. "How are you gonna order me around when you get all shy on me like this?"
Your hands flutter at your side, twitching unsurely before they dare to settle on him — one plays with the tip of his ear free from piercings, and the other scratches his scalp with your nails right above his forehead. And Soonyoung practically purrs in contentment, strangely putting you back at ease.
"Oh, you'll be surprised at what I can do."
He chuckles. "I always am. You're so beautiful and gorgeous, there's no reason to hide, okay? Never forget that. You still feeling alright?"
"Actually, yeah I'm… good. What about you?"
"Couldn't be better. Except my dick feels a bit numb as fuck but that's okay." When you snort, he smiles against your skin. "I'll manage."
"I'll take care of y — it soon, I promise."
He groans. "Might actually bust a nut at this point."
"Dear lord, Soonyoung… "
"Just kidding. Mostly." Backing away to get a better look at you again, his eyebrows crinkled. "You know I have excellent stamina and control. I'm as cool as a cucumber right now."
"Yeah, okay. Whatever."
"But you do look good enough to eat, goddamnit." Fingertips dare to caress the free end of the ribbon hanging from the knot tying your bra together. "This is new."
"Are you keeping track of the lingerie sets I wear?"
"Mhm… vaguely?"
You roll your eyes. "Yes, it's new."
"Thought so 'cause you've never worn dark green before but damn, do you look good."
Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and you flick him gently on the forehead before turning around at his command. A low whistle and awakening twitch in his boxers at the satin that thins at the back, showing off the round perkiness of your ass.
It's true that your normal colors are orange, black, or a combo. But the dark green material looks amazing against your skin, is fresh and new, and unsurprisingly — he finds himself hella down bad, noticing the way it also draws out the colors of your tiger lily tattoo that he's never really paid attention to before, when you've completed your 360-spin to face him again.
God, you're a vision.
"Hot, sexy, perfect… buy it for me to unwrap you, babe?"
You glance at the bows with a pout. "A friend bought them for me but I guess it makes sense, doing it with someone else is definitely more exciting with these."
"You said a friend?" Of course, that's the only thing he acknowledges even if he's indeed dying to undo all of the ties right away.
"Yes, Soonyoung. Again, I have friends besides you."
"One that buys you lingerie?"
"Last time I checked, you weren't."
"Then I'll amend that problem."
"No thanks," you wave him off as you head over to your camming setup to start. "I get enough stuff as it is."
"I guess I should have my kittens gift me things." A hint of satisfaction fills his chest at the downward tilt of your lips when you turn back to the setup. But a pang overrides it because he can guess why you're really grimacing. "Since it's so worth it and all."
"Don't get all salty, I'll help you find a safe place to receive things if you want." You glance over only to find his arms crossed and a frown set on his face. "What's wrong? Did your cock fall off? Do I have to drive you to the hospital?!"
"No."
You're puzzled. "Then are you good to go or…?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he huffs, "sorry, got in my head a little."
"We can wait."
"No, it's all good. Let's get this show on the road."
"Alright… "
You hesitate for a minute or so before decisively starting the livestream, the telltale red blinking dot starting after the countdown. Though your next words make Soonyoung feel like somebody dumped an ice-cold bucket of water over him, a cruel jerk back to the reality you'd both created. And maybe you just doused yourself with it too.
"Let's finally just get this thing over with."
TigerLily_61596 is now live… with a special guest!
The air has definitely suddenly shifted and both of you need to dial it in and dull it out. Whatever it may be. Because you've got an audience to perform for.
Luckily, it's easier than expected. The brief silence as you wait for viewers to tune in ends up permeating a blanket of calmness. The view count rises fast, everyone's excited anticipation is so palpable that it's starting to rouse in your body as well.
"Horang-HEY… " Soonyoung murmurs the infamous tagline while using his phone to monitor the chat. He's pleased to recognize many of the joining screen names consist of his regulars. "Yeah it's me, Hoshi AKA 0riginaltiger69. He/him pronouns, if you please."
He continues reading with a dubious adjustment to his covered crotch. "Ah, wooluv, kitten! No tigerprint…? Yeah, things are gonna be a bit different tonight anyways. Yeah, good to see you too. Miss me? Aw, missed my rowdy lil pussycats."
kingh0ng: im early for once but there's some just random dude talking abt his underwear?????
kingh0ng: and CATS????????????????? NOT PUSSIES???
NewUser4950: it's gonna be a collab
horny49yu: it's a good day to be a bisexual >>>
sugacub3s: and a furry apparently 🤨
"Hey now, no kink-shaming is welcome here."
While he starts an easygoing back-and-forth about whether or not kink-shaming could classify as a kink itself, you re-approach where he's seated on the edge of the bed. Fingers press into the firm muscles of his deltoids after you crawl to sit behind him and he sucks in a sharp breath.
kitkat69: 🤤 mama has finally arrived
"Hi kitkat69, darling," you smile in comfort at the familiar user while peeking over Soonyoung's shoulder, a hand creeping over to brush above his pectoral muscle.
NewUser3939: what are you okay with us calling u?
"Yeah, if you're new here… I don't care how you address me, I'm fine with anything. The regulars call me Mama, Tigress… all sorts. Spoiler alert though, I'm probably not the one you're going to want to be calling names tonight."
hoshis_d1ck: oh damn???? 🫦
wooluv: 😢 im so jealous
You dare to tweak at the man's corresponding nipple. He grunts and leans forward into the camera, bare upper body hiding from the lens the way your lips purse at his actions.
"'kay kittens, I hope you enjoy what we have prepared so get all comfy while the tigers set up their playpen."
Once he moves to situate himself in front of the pillows piled by the headboard, you're quick to turn and kneel between his thighs. Dutifully showing off an enticing backside perched prettily on the back of your heels and the black leather strap draped over one of your legs hinting at what's in your hand.
s0turned0n: leash?! ummmmmmmm 👅
AnonymousUser4442: toys…….. oh- 🙃 😵💫 🥴
newuserjk: even between the 2 of them? yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
deathbyd1cks: you look great in that set babe~ 😍 💦
crazy4w00: too true 😳
m3rs: HOT
"You're so cringey." Your whisper is just loud enough so only he can hear.
"And? They love it."
woolove: why can't that be me 😩😩😩😩
cumdaywh0ring: 😔 same here but which 1
horny49yu: again a great day to be a bisexual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soonyoung's still reading the comments and you huff. "You're supposed to be paying attention."
"I am."
"To me," you clarify and take the phone out of the man's rather loose grip. Placing it on the nightstand, your covered breasts softly press against his firm ones and another quiet grunt escapes his mouth.
He's still not looking directly at you even as you loop your arms over his shoulders to put the collar around his neck. Bravely, you place what could almost be considered a kiss — featherlight — to the rapidly pulsating vein, raised and visible on his neck due to an extremely tensed jaw.
A whisper of "Soonie," in his ear and you feel the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck rise despite how the flesh beneath the pads of your fingers burns. "Relax for me," you continue in a low, seductive tone and then fasten the collar with a resounding click.
deathbyd1cks: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 everyone shut up they r having a moment
NewUser1920: feeling inherently single! ✌️
crazy4w00: may be the point lololol
wooluv: 🥲
Leaning back to assess how good he looks with the black leather stretching around the honeyed skin of his throat, the defiant spark that smolders inside of a swift glare before he's glancing away ignites something within you. Maybe he's doing this on purpose. Egging you on to deliberately provoke what happens next in the hasty script you're both choosing to act out, weird feelings be damned.
It helps.
Hesitation is nonexistent when your hand runs along his sharp jawline until it reaches his bottom lip, pulling it downwards with your thumb. Two fingers slip inside Soonyoung's mouth and push down on his tongue, encouraging him to open wider which he readily obliges. Your other hand sneaks into his boxers, just barely grazing the head of the growing bulge confined in them, and decisively pulling out the second surprise toy of tonight's show.
kitkat69: jsfkdjafkjfkJDKJdfjjdf
cherry_scouper95: 😏😏😏 my colors ayo ❤️ 🖤
8starfucks: this fucks 1000/10
4ngelic_m3nace: me n who ME AND WHO??????
The red sphere of the ball gag is filled with holes but the solid surface molding the circular shape lays sticky between your fingers. Holding it enticingly between your own teeth, you can't help but stick your tongue out and let out a tiny moan at the salty excess purposefully left behind by his neglected, leaking shaft.
You're not sure when Soonyoung placed his hands on your sides but he kneads the bare skin with usual familiarity, squeezing just a bit rougher after the sound you made. Before you dare let yourself wander too far off track, you lean in close. An accelerated heartbeat mixed with ridiculous flutters can be felt in your chest, your stomach, and even between your legs. So traitorous that you would grit your jaw in irritation if you could.
Instead, you tilt your head, raise up onto only your knees, and place your arms around his neck again, this time for support. Using a skilled tongue — while continuing to tease yourself with the taste of his precum — to nudge the ball into his awaiting mouth. Lips dangerously brush together and you're surprised he doesn't flinch away.
"No kissing."
"Okay."
"Not gonna question why?"
There's no need to because you respect his boundaries as he does yours. But as familiar as he is with your idiosyncrasies, you also realize Soonyoung is pushing the matter because he wants you to ask.
"No one gets to kiss your virgin lips, I know."
"Wha — "
"That's what your drunk self — that kisses people very often — told me once."
"Oh, hm…"
"Don't worry, I get it. You should save kissing for someone special. Like maybe Yuna."
"Huh… I guess?" He shrugs noncommittally. In a way, you almost feel bad for the girl he's going on a date with. In fact, that's why you're trying so hard to protect your own heart, dare it get treated so flippantly like this.
"Besides, there's no reason for any kisses."
Not unless it's you, think two dumbass minds.
And maybe you linger a little longer than necessary or needed during the brush of lips that's clearly not a kiss. Surely Soonyoung doesn't lean in a little further, pressing up closer against your entire body. Perhaps it's simply your imagination when his hands move behind your back as if he would never let you move away from him again.
deathbyd1cks: 🍿 😎
Anonymous33001: i feel like i'm intruding on smth v personal 😭
jejusb00s: it's called intimacy 🤌 a connection
s0turned0n: sad lonely n horny
But you do distance yourself. You have to.
Once the ball is lodged in his mouth, you drop your arms down, guide his hands onto the bed, and lean to the side to secure the strap of the gag behind his head. He's a vision and you know it.
He probably knows it too.
Loose bangs are pushed up off his forehead that glistens in the low light of the room. Sweat also shines between the peaks of his tiddies and valleys of abs that flex and unflex with uneven breathing. Saliva starts to pool past his reddening lips. A hazy look in his eyes that has to be mirrored within your own. There's no other choice but to be proud of such a masterpiece — him.
You also can't help but show a cheeky smirk to the viewers when you turn around. Seating your ass right on top of Soonyoung's large bulge like it's no big deal that the moist wetness soaking the satin covering your cunt blends right into the seeping mess of fabric covering him. Bracing yourself with hands set on the two strong thighs below, you start a lazy grind of your hips that have you biting your bottom lip coyly when he throws his head back with a series of frustrated groans.
kingh0ng: woooo some action from the fav
Putting on an act, you frown as if hurt. "What do you think I've been doing all this time darlings?"
NewUser9031: not paying attention to us :(
"Aw, I know you need attention too."
The pleasant sound of tips pouring in is satisfying as is but you always have ideas on how to rack them up even more and rile the dirty minds of the viewers. Drive them crazy. Seemingly Soonyoung has the same thought process and acts quickly. Quicker than you can even react.
tigressb00bl0v3r: finally my time to shine!
Deft fingers loosen the bow of your bra causing it to easily slide down your arms. Warm hands palm eagerly at your breasts, kneading and squeezing and squishing them at a much more aggressive rate than in the shower before.
kingh0ng: now we're talking
cumdaywh0ring: SCREAMING
cumdaywh0ring: creaming
cumdaywh0ring: jerking off
cumdaywh0ring: yEs
tigressb00bl0v3r: i love boobs <3
Soonyoung's harsh yet pleasurable groping means you've stopped moving, the attention to your chest keeping you captive both physically and mentally. So he kindly picks up the initiative, desperate rutting of hips up against your pussy as if he was actually fucking you from below.
The man wishes he could be whispering all sorts of naughty shit in your ear but the ball gag keeps him silent save for the groans and whines coming from his chest and throat. Drool dribbles onto your left shoulder creating a shimmering sheen of saliva for the camera that eventually ends up coating the upper swell of your breast.
tigressb00bl0v3r: god i wish that were me 😩
dickarawrous420: u and me both 🤝
He goes on long enough for a copious amount of spit to aid his hand in gliding with smoother ease across your skin. Messier. Faster. Harder. The extra slipperiness only makes him apply more pressure to grip and grab at your tit, causing a low moan to build in your throat out of pity for the more neglected one. You feel the rumble of humor in Soonyoung's chest against your back and your brain has to fizzle out the tingles and remind your body to fight against the pleasure you're receiving in order to take back control.
Who's the one holding the leash anyways?
"Stop," you say sternly and place a hand on his forearm, noting the way those muscles twitch in response.
kitkat69: mama using big words now 🫢
sugacub3: seriousness is such a turn on
But the little bastard continues to fondle your other breast without pause so you reach behind, yanking at the band of the collar. He moans. The audacity.
"What did I just say, Hoshi? You know only good boys who listen get rewarded, do you not want yours?" You pretend to wait for a reply. "Oh, that's right you can't talk, so I guess someone else should make that decision. What's the verdict, loves — has he earned his?"
dickarawrous420: absolutely not
wooluv: he's a good boi to ME
h0n3ybun: even good boys need a lesson
deathbyd1cks: punish him! 😈 make him beg bby!!
NewUser88963: tie him up and teach him some manners
8starfucks: touching w/o permission is a BIG 🙅🙅🙅🙅
"Should've kept your hands to yourself, baby boy. Looks like they wanna see you pay for not listening. And honestly, I do too."
You're quick to switch to your original position so you can face him again and Soonyoung isn't afraid nor ashamed to admit to himself that the wild, unhinged look in your eyes is crazy sexy. It's almost enough to make up for the loss of contact with one of his favorite parts of your body. He would have never, ever pictured himself submitting to anyone during sex but it comes quite naturally when it's you. Though a part of him that's not his cock aches, wondering if this is truly all for the camera as usual or what you're really like.
Will he ever know?
Those thoughts are luckily banished quickly when you dictate he put his arms behind his back. He complies, grateful to even have this kind of opportunity despite the circumstances, and focuses on doing his best to enjoy every moment.
"I'm even going to do you a favor because I like you so much and would hate to punish you more for additional misbehavior."
deathbyd1cks: oh??? 🫢
horny49yu: 🍿 😋
crazy4w00: 😎 this is better than a kdrama
newuserjk: am i the only one who feels like im missing smth???
4ngelic_m3nace: yeah im missing some1 tied up on MY bed
cherry_scouper95: idk bout yall im just here to get off 😗 ✌️
To be honest, you planned on never touching the hideous handcuffs Junhui gave you even if they were free. For multiple reasons. Banished and stashed away in the very bottom of your dresser drawers, you are quite proud of the substitution you'd chosen to use instead.
Unclipping the leash in case Soonyoung might accidentally choke himself anyways (though he might like that), you loop the leather strap across his wrists and forearms until it's bound tight enough just to remind him it's there if he gets too impatient. It'd be a joke to think that could actually restrain him if he really tried to break free. Still, it's great for theatrics.
All the while, you're murmuring in his ear if he's doing alright even though the establishment of safety words and signals were already made very clear before this all started. Your best friend assuages any worries with an imperceptible nod that only you can feel though he whines audibly over Svthub's steady cash flow notification at your bare chests brushing against one another.
You relieve him (thankfully) by moving away (sadly) and deliberately brush against his cock (evilly) with your knee when you sit yourself prettily on his thigh. His eyes roll back instantly, hips stuttering at the teasing action as well as the spongy material of your panties saturating his bare thigh.
He huffs wetly, chin and throat, inside and outside, coated with drool. Incoherent noises, a mixture of whimpers and words he's trying to say, grow louder in desperation when you start grinding with no mercy, riding his thigh at an unforgiving pace that's wildly fast. Your hands grip at the covers behind you for support as you thrust your hips towards him and then away, knee inching closer to once again nudge his hardness with your motions. Messy cunt oozing so much arousal, the viewers don't have to listen too hard to hear the nasty sound of soiled fabric sliding against skin.
beg4gyu: i debated if i should watch this or not
beg4gyu: i caved,,,,,,, im weak
beg4gyu: i can live w/ this tho
beg4gyu: esp if tigress uses him like a hq dildo
wooluv: hey!
beg4gyu: hi!
wooluv: (derogatory)
wooluv: sorry it's not my strong suit
beg4gyu: 🤨 um
beg4gyu: n e wayz glad to see i didn't miss much
Comment wars rage on as usual but you're too occupied to care. It was a hard choice to decide on at first. The ridges of Soonyoung's abs and the insane vein that leads down all the way to the mushroomed tip of his cock surely would have felt divine rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Perhaps that would have to wait until you were unclothed next —
Or just forget about it. There won't be a next time. There can't be. So you must let it leave your mind.
It's not hard because his thigh wholly takes away any thoughts that even might enter your head, by far surpassing your expectations and dispelling any indication of disappointment. He flexes and releases the muscle just enough so it catches that sweet clit of yours at different points and angles while you slide back and forth. He'd give anything to push his knee up and temptingly stuff your soaked panties a teeny tiny bit inside your hole with a sinful squelch.
Alas, he fears the repercussions if he tries to do too much. Content with the way your breasts jiggle cutely, wishing you were still wearing the pendant that you came home from the gym in so he could watch it bounce and sparkle in time with them.
You're moaning shamelessly now, mouth set in a gorgeous "O" and cute moans, almost squeals, coming out as you ride his thigh with even more vigor. Soonyoung hopes — prays — that you'll cum. Nearly cracking the ball gag with how hard his mouth squeezes around it in anticipation.
The minute that thought resonates in his head, your body seizes up. Lower body shakes and shudders, lifting upwards… up, up, and up… enough for him to spy a hint of the dark green satin color turned black where it's wedged in between the puffy, soppy lips of your cunt that spasms slightly around the ruined fabric.
His eyes threaten to roll up out of pure delirium but he can't bear to look away and miss this moment.
Oh god, and then when you somehow have the wherewithal to move off of his thigh to engage with the hungry viewers that adore watching you come undone (who doesn't?), he just about faints. You even have the gall to wink at him over your shoulder and bet how many orgasms he can give you. He can't bother to try and pay attention as you continue to praise him in front of everyone watching just to egg on the comments and the long, blazing bling of money pouring in.
Something itches at him. Soonyoung's well aware of the incredible amounts of arousal you're able to conjure with some lube helping you play with during your streams but he's floored. He could definitely feel the wet mess you were making on him. And then to see it. Slathered all over and across like he'd been oiled, it strikes a pleasant possessiveness as if you staked your claim on him. He watches star-eyed at the tiny quivers in your legs while you try and regain your breath.
Down bad, the poor man is. You'd be the death of him.
wooluv: i might have to accept i will never be as cool as tigress
wooluv: or as hot
"Aw that's not true, wooluv baby!"
h0n3ybun: believe in urself luv!!
wooluv: 😭 💔
"Seriously. Oh and hello, beg4gyu! Missed you."
beg4gyu: 😳 ME?????
"Yes, you silly. You were fighting with Hoshi during my last stream!"
beg4gyu: i was?
"He was under a different screen name but yes, it was so funny."
beg4gyu: yeah i mean i was and i was totally winning
You snort, shaking your head to hide your eye roll. "If you say so!"
beg4gyu: also… important -
deathbyd1cks: 🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱
crazy4w00: 😴😴😴😴😴😴
horny49yu: 😪😪😪😪
beg4gyu: what's w/ all the haterz???
beg4gyu: this is a judgment free zone
beg4gyu: N E WAYZ why is he called 0rginaltiger if he's 69th 🤔🤔🤔
That makes you laugh and turn back to Soonyoung with a devious smirk, hand brushing against his bulging cheek. "Wanna tell 'em, tiger boy?"
It's a mocking tone you use, the ball gag still in his mouth obviously preventing the man from uttering anything except incomprehensible sounds at this point. He's not below begging in whatever way desired — rather be drowning in your arousal than his own saliva — and raises his eyebrows pleadingly. Dancer hips hump up pathetically but oh-so-temptingly, another strangled whine thrown in for good measure and shiny eyes threatening to tear up.
Of course, you concede to finally taking it and helping with his boxers after removing the leash that's left pretty red streaks across his forearms showing where he strained against the binding. Your hands brush tenderly across the marks, a questioning hum while you wait for him to collect himself to respond.
"Guess we should," Soonyoung eventually chokes out in a raspy voice, "ya know…" a little too eager in the way he reaches for your hips, "demonstrate."
You click your tongue and gently yank on the collar before he can touch. His upper body jerks forward, merely inches from your face, nose brushing against his.
"I don't remember you having the control here, Hoshi."
"Ah, but don't forget to lemme know if I'm doing a good job like before… "
And with that, you respond by pushing against his chest after the saucy wink and smirk sent your way. Urging your best friend to lay down on his back so you can place your knees around his waist, untying one side of your panties with a flourish while he rushes to slide a naughty hand over to assist with the other. Across the room they fly, joining the discarded toys on the floor with the nastiest splat imaginable.
NewUser94594: holy shit! 🫣 💦
dickarawrous420: my god... 👅
deathbyd1cks: 👁️ did sum1 say before?
deathbydicks: hahaha n e ways — ruined ☑
You can't even be bothered to care, all your focus instead on the heat of your bare cunt pressed against Soonyoung's hard abs just as you imagined. He seems to be in a better mood and is finally obeying. But you don't like the look of the mischievous glint in his eyes when his teeth sink into his bottom lip, feeling what a sopping mess you still are.
He's covered in it. And he hopes for more.
"You're so fuckin' beautiful," slips out before he can stop it which causes you to click your tongue to cover up the fact you're extremely flattered, cheeks aflame.
"Looks like I'll have to shut you up, huh?"
Twisting around and moving further up his body until your fluttering hole is over his mouth, you see his brow raise questionably.
"Aren't you gonna... ?"
"Work for it," you interrupt with a command and don't wait for his reply before seating yourself against his swollen lips. "Work for it and maybe I'll suck you off as a reward, baby boy."
sugacub3: this is SOOOO unfair
kingh0ng: im abt to unalive
kingh0ng: i cant keep edging myself like this
kingh0ng: the drs r getting worried
AnonymousUser9999: weak
jejusb00s: concerning
There is zero hesitation in doing as demanded. Obviously. A vigorous tongue swirls to spell out his own name sloppily — s o o n y o u n g — against your sensitive clit, dipping into and all around your quivering pussy with each swipe, prod, and glide as you settle more and more of your weight onto his face. Tiny bites of cold metal from his earrings sting as they dig into your skin and only add to the pleasure.
The man underneath you growls, absolutely feral in his euphoria, not minding being smothered one bit as your knees practically crush the sides of his skull. He would die a happy man this way. Nodding his head up and down in agreement then back and forth, nose coincidentally brushing against the rim of your asshole.
You shiver at the sensation. Despite never having done any anal play, it's not that much of a turn-off. Paired with the vibrations from the noises he's making that fires off and alights your nervous system somehow even better than the XXL vibrator gift from Seokmin and his girlfriend, you're on some kind of otherworldly high. And his dick isn't even inside of you yet —
"Hah, he's… gawd, he's so good… at this!"
It's not like you forgot the only plea Sooonyoung asked of you but it's also not hard to fake or hold back the moans and praises that fall easily out of your mouth with his ministrations. Fully sitting back all the way, a treat to the viewers who can get a peek at your occupied lower body atop his shiny chin. Watching his jaw and tongue fervently working in tandem as he continues autographing your pussy. Sitting on his face like you belong there — which you do.
Only because his lungs are screaming for air, not because he's satisfied, is the reason he taps your ankle three times. Honestly, you find it a struggle to lift up and fall forward onto your forearms instead, the rest of your body prone against his. Soonyoung's rendered you weak, especially as he parts from your cunt with a lecherous wet smack like he's just had the messiest make out of the century.
He kind of has.
You're left with your mouth hanging wide open and panting — though not as hard as he is — a flurry of emotions as your mind can only think of one thing. It's no surprise when drool dribbles out of the corner of your parted lips, perfectly falling onto the angry red cock below you that jumps adorably in shock at the contact.
deathbyd1cks: hehehehehe dick drunk dick drunk dick drunk 🙇
deathbyd1cks: called it!
deathbyd1cks: 💵💵💵💵💵💵
h0n3ybun: i mean it IS pretty
horny49yu: THICC
newuserkjk: still feel like im missing smth
beg4gyu: its like a 100
beg4gyu: out of 100000000000000000000
wooluv: jealous much?
A wonky, dazed smile and a flutter of eyelashes dampened by tears is sent to the camera. While you might not be reading their comments, you can only imagine how they're eating this shit up. You let more drool accumulate and collect on the center of your tongue (easy with how good you feel and the sight before you), sticking it out so a singular clear strand can drip down from the tip.
Like a baker drizzles icing on their cake with a spoon, you direct your head in various directions over his length. Eyeing greedily as it twitches agreeably and leaks more precum at the teasing, barely-there warm liquid that instantly cools beginning to coat it.
Whether out of repayment or retaliation, Soonyoung catches his breath and gathers up the moisture in his mouth (that probably consists more of your arousal than saliva), and then spits. Right at the pretty folds of your pussy that are eye-level if he keeps his neck lifted. Hungrily watching through a lidded gaze as it slides between them and mixes in with the sloppy cream that's starting to seep out and threatens to spill onto his chest.
"This pussy…! Fuck, is it so perfect… totally made f'me."
His voice is choked and raspy. Like hell he'd waste any droplets of yours, vowing for them to only fall on his tongue. Hastily grabbing at your hips, pulling you back onto his mouth, and kneading at the plushness of your asscheeks before delivering a playful and light slap to them — daring you to finally suck him off.
And you do, reverently picking up his thick length with trembling hands. Marveling how it even makes your hands look small around it. Lying hot and heavy in your hold, you can feel the blood raging through its veiny prominence.
Then your lips are suckling at the tip, re-addicted to the salty tang you previewed thanks to the ball gag. Soonyoung lets out a grateful moan of relief and you echo it because of the satisfying taste of him.
horny49yu: actually
horny49yu: bad day to be a bisexual if youre not between them
4ngelic_m3nace: where do i sign up to be a part of this???
beg4gyu: bruh
beg4gyu: not b4 me 😑
deathbyd1cks: is sum1 having their bi awakening?
beg4gyu: no but
beg4gyu: ill do anything for tigress
wooluv: 😳 i think i might
deathbyd1cks: amen to that 🙏
Your best friend's now almost halfway inside your mouth while he's been tongue-deep inside of you in exchange. Granted, Soonyoung is only occasionally flicking your clit now, much lazier thrusts as he tongues and laps around your hole because it would be a lie to say he's not mildly distracted at long last by being enveloped with your warm mouth.
That's perfectly fine though, allowing a clearer mind to pay attention to him instead. Your head bobs up and down in a methodical, slow way until the tip of his shaft slips down your throat. Staying like that for as long as you can without breathing before popping off, proud of yourself for not gagging.
Practicing with your toys for the past week must've paid off.
(Of course, you would die before you ever admitted that to Soonyoung, and likewise. Because if you asked him if he wanted to hear your gags, the answer is an obvious yes — but admitting it? Over his dead body.)
You get more comfortable, breasts squishing against his thighs, forearms strewn across his calves so you can fondle at his ballsack while you work him deeper and deeper down your throat each try. Soonyoung mimics you, arms thrown across your lower back as he moans against your pussy. More than pleased when you start an unhurried, inconsistent grind that he happily continues to supply his drenched face for.
You're not even trying to look pretty for the camera, slobbering all over the place like you're devouring one of those ginormous round lollipops, nor did you intend to make such a mess. Who knows if it's precum or saliva dripping down between his balls? But there's so much that you can smear all around and all over like a heathen.
Only adding to all of it by briefly neglecting his cock (hand replacing your mouth to jerk him off because you're nice like that) and giving a love-suckle to each one of them simply because you can't resist with them right there for the taking.
kingh0ng: can it be a concern to cum sm???
cherry_scouper95: dude fr?? need to work on ur stamina
cherry_scouper95: get laid finally or smth
kingh0ng: im not a virgin!
h0n3ybun: no shame if u r
kingh0ng: w/ the amt of times i use my hands to these shows i could be tho 😔
Soonyoung must be feeling the same way you do if his loud, open-mouthed moan and warm breath ricocheting against your clit are anything to go by. It might just be the hottest thing you've ever experienced, cunt squeezing deathly around his poised tongue that dips in and almost gets trapped.
He growls, freeing it, and slaps your ass again, soothingly squeezing the sting away. Arms muscles taut as he holds your hips up and away so he doesn't quite literally drown in all of your arousal.
Still, licking his lips and tasting more of your tantalizing essence on them, he desires more.
"Think I can make you squirt?" He also thinks he deserves even more. "With just my tongue? Or… " A finger traces around the soft skin of your pussy lips, admiring the clenching and unclenching hole above him. "My fingers? Think you can do it for me, sweet thing?"
Instead of replying, you simply turn your head to the side so you can meet his dark brown, carnal eyes. Teeth scrape along that devastating vein and nibble on the sensitive skin that connects his pelvis to his cock.
"Watch it," he hisses, "easy, babe."
You whine, batting your eyelashes and mouth first curving downwards as it presses against his lower body before curling upwards in a smirk. "Only ever squirted with a dildo."
Soonyoung eyes your tiger lily tattoo and places an oddly domestic-like smooch to it. "Of course, the brat would challenge me."
"Wasn't — "
You let out the most unflattering squeak as he drops you back down on his mouth, slurping at your cunt again with an addition of a harsh suck. Before you can let him get too carried away, you match his pace.
beg4gyu: am i just a fly on the wall????
beg4gyu: do i even exist here?????
wooluv: 🥲 no
wooluv: none of us do
deathbyd1cks: baby im not even here im a hallucination 👍
Licking from the base up to the slit that's trembling in your hold as your hand runs up a different vein, this time on the underside of his dick after another teasing squeeze to his balls. Deep-throating with much more ease, swallowing two to three times before coming up for air, and diving back down again.
Rinse and repeat.
Soonyoung's hand sneaks between your body and his lower lip to fondle at your clit, pinching and pulling like a demon, though gentle in his actual administrations. The lovingly clumsy mannerisms of your best friend before are nowhere to be found in this pussy-drunk beast of a man who aims with precision at all your exact weak spots. Or maybe he was like that all along…
And that's perfectly fine because damn Seokmin but he was right — you're positively, utterly, completely dick-drunk.
"In love with… in love with this pussy of yours," he rasps out and you mumble nonsense with a full mouth, responding more with the enticing wiggle of your hips. Encouraging him to bring you to that precipice, over it, and more while you return the favor.
deathbyd1cks: 📹 damn almost caught it in 4k
AnonymousUser7021: was there a lag??? did i miss smth??
deathbyd1cks: the confession of the century 😔 ✊
wooluv: HUH?
beg4gyu: HWAT???? THEYRE A THING???
crazy4w00: well not yet…
wooluv: 💔 so there's still hope 🥹
h0n3ybun: cute
cherry_scouper95: cute n all but r we ever gonna finish here??
cherry_scouper95: this dude's stamina…
kingh0ng: now who's weak? 😆 🫵
cherry_scouper95: 🖕
You're almost just as frustrated as cherry_scouper95. A mix of a growl and whine rises in your throat whenever it's granted reprieve in between thrusts, nails scratching and leaving crescent moon marks along his tense, sticky thighs. Because goddamn, even though his cock looks so achingly hard that it could probably stay up straight on its own, growing more difficult to bend it down your throat — he shows barely a hint of nearing that sweet release. You huff, cold air whooshing across his shaft and balls that has him jolting beneath you.
A brain cell lights up.
Sliding down his body, away from his mouth, and ignoring the devastating loss as well as his surprised groan of disappointment. Focusing as it turns to one that is pleasantly breathless in enjoyment when your breasts squish around his length instead. Pornographic moans ring out as the back of his head hits the mattress and shameful cries of "baby, babe, love," fill the air, so loud that the viewers have to lower their volume by a few decibels.
"Oh, fuck… "
It only takes two slides up and down between your tits before Soonyoung's hips take on a mind of their own without your hands to hold him still. Rutting unapologetically and unforgiving up into the enclosed space, using your chest like it was nothing but a cocksleeve or fleshlight toy.
You revel in it.
Appreciating the pathetic grips and grabs at your asscheeks as he fails to ground himself. Sticking out your tongue to meet the pretty pink head that pokes through with each thrust tugging the foreskin back and forth as it rubs against your soft, tender skin.
You're positive he's almost lost control, surely chafing your skin despite the insane amount of wetness. Of course, you don't mind at all and add whatever moisture is left in your mouth so it can drip down your shared bodies, mixing in with the filthy, sopping mess that's probably ruined your bed.
Soonyoung's intent on that promise, finally gathering hold on some of his wits to raise his head back up. Removing a hand to prop it behind his neck, the other one trails downward, pulling the fat of your ass slightly up. Your lower body presses into his to support the actions of your chest and torso but he's still able to see your empty hole leaking arousal all over the front of his body.
You're right where he needs you. Wants you.
A digit pushes in to bury inside your cunt that greets the welcome, thick intrusion with a sickening squelch. He starts knuckle-deep out of caution before exploring farther, middle finger (essentially giving the viewers a big "fuck all of you" while inside your pussy) readily seeking out that bundle of nerves to brush against that he found in the shower. Stroking them relentlessly once found by his finger nestled within, and grinning sadistically when you cry out. Clit rubbing against the rough, top indentations of his abs.
"C'mon, baby… soak me. I know this nasty little hole can do it, know you can do it." Soonyoung growls when you feebly garble out his screen name. "That's right… mark me, baby 'n make me yours. Bet they're all crying out for you right now. But you'll do it all for me, just f'me, right?"
A strangled "Yes, Hoshi!" is ripped out of you followed by a wrecked sob as you grope at your nipples out of habit, coincidentally continuing to squeeze and release your tits around his weeping shaft.
"Together!" you also beg with a scream, pleading for his release as well. The repetitive pulsating of his cock gains more consistency to match the rapid thumping of your heart beating in time against it which thrills you.
"Together," he confirms, "always."
AnonymousUser1205: wow hot damn
beg4gyu: just bc hes right doesnt mean he has to say it
beg4gyu: esp if he gets to be w/tigress >:(
cumdaywh0ring: let's gooooo
cumdaywh0ring: let's fcking gooooooooo
There's an audible hiss heard from both of you as your pussy lips tighten around Sooonyoung's finger, almost cutting off his circulation like a rubber band wound too many times. Cunt suctioning yet pushing him out, trapped as if his digit is a fish caught up in a dam, as you start to gush. Droplets of your essence dribbling down his flexed wrist that attempts to thrust within its limited range to coax you through your climax more.
"That's it, that's a good fuckin' baby," he praises and grunts, white spurts of cum erupting as his own release hits. "My baby. Take it, love. Take all of it 'cause you're mine, aren't you?"
The feeling of his cum hitting your face, tits, and mouth that's open already from moaning like the true star cammer that you are plus his hoarse voice repeating the demanding possession of, "Aren't you?," has you screaming out a confirmative "Yes, baby!". And then you're really gushing, squirting as desired because of his fingers and mouth, harder than you ever thought you could be capable of. Successfully ejecting Soonyoung's digit out in a spray that seems to last an eternity as you seize up and shudder and shake until you can give no more.
Most of it lands on his chest, dousing him and wetting the poor bed. With both of his arms free, he can basically do a light curl-up, tongue sticking out to catch whatever he can like a heathen. His balls empty and empty out across your face until his cock finally plops against your rubbed-raw chest, almost as weary as you are as it starts to soften.
You may look like a complete and utter mess and wreck. But no one thinks you could look any prettier than you do now in this moment, especially Soonyoung whose muscles protest when he forces himself to move.
kingh0ng: is this heaven or hell
newuserjk: why not… limbo 😼
h0n3ybun: oh?
deathbyd1cks: 😏
newuserjk: $5 off, sale ends in 2 min!
wooluv: my god… 😓 these ads
kitkat69: imma need 10 business days to recover,,,,
He fumbles a bit, hazy mind struggling to stop the livestream as he hastily thanks everyone for watching. Once it appears to have turned off, he chews on his bottom lip and decides to just power off the whole computer system for good measure.
"Hey." Handing you a water bottle after downing a few sips, he also grabs the towels and wipes from the table you'd prepared beforehand. Laying them down on the upper, cleaner part of the bed and collapsing back on the mattress with a bounce. "You with me, babe?"
Though your eyes are still glassy, you nod. Relief as the water soothes your scratchy throat. "I am, you good?"
"Perfect."
You both know you need to clean up properly before resting but it seems alright for now to just lay there and catch your breath. Soonyoung pulls you into his chest, rubbing circles on your back as a chill sets in — metaphorically and physically — in the sudden eerie silence shared between just the two of you in this room.
"Thank you."
Your best friend giggles. He goddamn giggles. "Was I that good that you're thanking me?"
A beat of silence.
"Honestly, yeah you were. More than good, you were great. With everything. So yeah, thank you."
"No, thank you." It's said with such gratitude, such conviction, and then a kiss is placed on the top of your head. Your heart thuds erratically. "You were perfect. Everything I've ever imagined and more."
"S-Soonyoung? "
"Hm?"
"… Wake me up in ten."
"Okay. But we'll have to wash up after, alright?"
You nod against his chest, shutting your eyes tightly. He inhales deeply, jostling you a bit to reach his phone and set the timer before tossing it onto the bed. Both of you miss when your respective phones light up with new messages.
"Soonyoung?"
"Yeah?"
Despite the way you want to relax and pretend like there's not the looming elephant in the room to face, you have to ask.
Even if it hurts.
"So… what happens next?"
◇ Find out more in Part 3... cumming soon 😉 (like to charge, reblog to cast)
