ā synopsis: two hopeless romantics and incredibly awkward people meet, neither knowing how the other feels.
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in which jake is obsessed with you, but itās okay, because youāre obsessed with him too!!
ā warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of insecurity/negative body image, mentions of anxiety, masturbation (m), possible SA (forced kissing), making out, dry humping minors DNI
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ŹāŗĖ Ā» synopsis: your roommate and childhood best friend, yuji itadori, has two grave secrets: 1) he has a crush on you. 2) he's spider-man. spoiler: he's awful at keeping either.
ŹāŗĖ Ā» w.c: 18k, art cred: ig@/baaoozhećfluff, angst, smut, spiderman au, college au, living together, childhood friends, domestic fluff, cuddling, dogs, cooking together, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), implied domestic abuse, happy ending.
ŹāŗĖ Ā» songs: playlistćnotes: i love spider-man and yuji so much like this actually feels like a proposal omg... ps: the playlist is like vibes i think this spider!yuji fic would have- hope you guys enjoy!!
Yuji Itadori has never wanted to be the centre of attention. Not even when he lands the biggest home run of the decade, or when he crosses another finish line first, smashing records that the campus wonāt stop bragging about.
As soon as the clock strikes seven, heās gone.Ā
No frats, no parties, no messy drama. In the kindest, nicest phrasing possible, heās a dud. Heāll even disappear mid-conversation, too, sprinting off with some sorry excuse of a āstudy session.ā And if youāve ever seen his grades, youād wonder how these āstudy sessionsā even happen at all.
Well, he is a jockāand he is reciting his script for tomorrowās anthropology presentation... Just with someone else hanging upside down beside him, cocooned in sticky white web on some cityside rooftop.
...Hold up. Rewind one hour.
Gunshots echoed, bullets ricocheting, and in the midst of this circus of a firework show, there Yuji wasādodging clattering cans, cartons, and cereal boxes he was trying to save.
The robber, in his ridiculous ski mask, barreled through the aisles in his frantic craze with his crowbar.Ā
āOut of my way!ā he shouted, knocking over another pyramid of canned chickpeas.
Yuji smirked.
Suddenly, a web shot out from his wrist, and the robber yelped as the strand snagged his ankle, tripping him into innocent chips. Itās almost pitiful as his arms flailed helplessly, packs crashing at the spectacle. With a grin, Yuji shot another string of white around the manās torso.
āRelax! Iām the friendly neighbourhood jockāwait, superhero! Friendly neighbourhood superhero!ā
Though the robber still spun in place, tumbling like a washing machine on spin cycle, āYou littleāā
Yuji fired again, webbing his arms and yanking him upright, āOhhh, you like being dramatic? We can do dramatic.ā
Another around the legs, another around the torso, and suddenly the man found himself dangling midair like a piƱataāarms pinned to his sides, legs stiff as broomsticks. A jar of olives bounced off his head for emphasis.
āPUT ME DOWN! WHAT IS THISā?!ā
With a swing from the shelf, Yuji landed with flair, crouching on a layered stack of cereal boxes as he grinned in amusement. āRelax, dude. Youāreā¦ uhā¦ artfully suspended. Also, please stop moving, youāre making me dizzy.ā
To his dismay, the robber still gyrated, knocking over carts and cans skittering across like tiny rockets. Thankfully, Yuji ducked just in time. With a sigh, he simply shot another web again.
āHold still! Or I swear, Iāllāwait, nope, Iām not threatening you. Iāmā¦ just trying to help! With style!ā
So, fast-forward to now, and really, itās just another Tuesday in 2010s New York.
āThe main cultural differences shape America ināā
āHey! Can you let me down already?!ā
Yuji, eyes squinted, snaps his head toward the man, coins jingling from his pockets. But he isnāt frowning at the robberā¦ He just canāt read his notebook properly, especially with the thin fabric over his eyes. Each word is blurred into hazy smudges of grey.
Sometimes, Yuji Itadori doesnāt mind being the centre of attention.
Not when he's wearing the tight red-and-blue jumpsuit Nobara had stitched for him, seams puckered in all her nagging perfection.
Not when Megumiās techādefinitely not borrowed, not stolen from his labāglimmers faintly at his wrists.
And not when local news crews are scrambling to post grainy cellphone footage online, captions labelled with ridiculous, corny hashtags like #NYCSpidey, #OvercaffeinatedAcrobat, and #UnmaskThisGuy.
As soon as his last lecture of the day ends, he pulls down the mask, slips into the famous suit, and swings through the empire city that never sleeps.
Heās not Yuji Itadori anymore. Heās Spider-Man.
But tonight, though, he has an even greater problem than petty robberies and saving cats in trees. He has college.
āDude, can you keep it down? I have an assignment due tomorrow, and Iām stuck here babysitting youā" Police sirens wail in the distance, cutting him off. And underneath his mask, he simply smirks, snapping his notebook shut as red and blue sweep across the graffitiāscrawled walls. āAaand thatās my cue.ā
With a flick of his wrist, the man is left gaping, flailing uselessly as Yuji leaps from the ledge.Ā
The moon hangs low and full tonight. In the midst of its glow, he arcs over streets, headlights glinting like glass, weaving in between scaffolding poles. Trash swirls in the gusts around him, while faint damp concrete lingers as he glides past flickering streetlamps. The grids of blocks lie dark, the breeze sharp, yet every window glimmers with golden light; theyāre constellations scattered across the city that guide him home.
Even if what he does is nowhere near world-changing, heās always reminded that the city is full of life and narratives. Every window, every golden light that spills through each pane of glass, hides a storyāa heartbeatāand that fact alone is enough to lessen the weight of his double life just a bit.
As always, while swinging past, his gaze skims the streets, searching through the blur of headlights and shadows. He finds you like clockwork. Trudging home, arms full of groceries: a paper bag with lettuce, a baguette tucked under your arm, and vegetables brimming atop. Youāre humming a song from your dangling earbuds, oblivious to the world around you.
He doesnāt mean to stare, but when you live in the same flat, coming home at the same time he clocks out from patrolā¦ well, itās only natural he makes sure his crush roommate gets home safe, too, right?
āI wonder what sheās making tonightā¦ā he mutters.
With one soft push, he slips his window open and dives back inside.
The wooden floor doesnāt even creak under his landing, and the globe lamp atop his desk glows like a dim moon over scattered paper. He passes sticky notes plastered across his wall, zipping out his suit and tossing his book onto the bed. Stepping out, he flicks on the hallway lightsāand it isnāt long before he hears the usual.Ā
Your keys, the gentle click of the lock, and the first step you take inside, wrapped in the flatās cosy warmth.
āWelcome back!ā Yuji beams, hair tousled.
You nod back with a smile, shutting the door behind as you toe off your shoes. As you set the bag of groceries onto the kitchen island, you give him a smug smirk. āDid you just wake up?ā
His eyes dart away, guilty, all while he rubs the back of his neck. A sheepish chuckle escapes. ā...Maybe?ā
You raise an eyebrow, sighing as he pulls a chair from the island.Ā
Ever since you moved in together with your childhood friend, youāve learned three things about him: he eats terribly, naps like a cat, and will stare at you from the corner of the room with glassy, desperate eyes if he ever smells food.
And whether he admits it or not, you know when to drag him by the wrist, plop him down in front of a bowl, and pour him something warm. Youāve done it since high school. Youāre still doing it now.
Sure, heās stubborn, but so are you, and tonight is no different.
āIām just making some simple tomato soup,ā you say, spreading the groceries across the counter.
The city skyline glitters faintly from behind him, setting aglow the twinkling fascination in his golden eyes.
āBecause youāā you tap his forehead with a finger, nudging him back, āare finishing your presentation script tonight. And Iām helping you with it.ā
His eyes widen. āWhat?! How do you know about that?ā
āIf I have to hear Megumi complain one more time about you cramming your share of the load,ā you groan, washing the vegetables, āI might start seeing both of you in my dreams.ā
āOopsā¦ā Yuji whistles, caught red-handed.
In the corner of your eye, you see him drift over as you slice the tomatoes.
āCan I help you cook then? Yāknowā¦ as repayment?āĀ
You nearly slice the tip of your finger at the audacity, but his hands, as usual, catch your wrist before anything disastrous happens. āYou?ā
You turn to look at him, his smile as bright as ever. āThe last time you offered, everything tasted bland.ā
He pouts under your gazeālips pursed, brows scrunched. āIāll never learn if I donāt try...ā
A beat passes.
You sigh in resignation, and thatās all he needs. Yujiās already pumping his fists triumphantly in the air, snatching the spare apron hanging off the oven handle.
āLetās goooo!ā he cheers.
On the other hand, you giggle at his flippant victory cry, but you donāt notice how his gaze lingers on you in the soft golden kitchen lightāthe curve of your eyes, the bloom of your cheeks. Heās taller than you, so it goes unnoticed, hidden in the shadow between you.
āAnd this time, donāt forget the salt,ā you tease, stepping toward the pot.
āYeah, yeahāoh! Put on that Cowboy Bebop opening. Itās been stuck in my head all day.ā
You frown, eyeing the tiny apron stretched ridiculously over his frame. Your thumbās already swiping across your battered iPhone 4, searching. When the first chord blasts, Yuji just stares.
āBased on how youāre holding that knife,ā you chortle, āthis feels more fitting.ā
āā¦You think Iām gonna break into kung-fu fighting?!ā
You shrug mockingly, moving to boil the water as he sputters just beside you. And it isnāt long before the kitchen settles into a cosy rhythmāthe chop of vegetables, the hiss of butter, the soft swirl of simmering brothāand of course, your constant two-minute interval scoldings.
āWhy are the tomatoes diced likeā¦ that?ā
āI-I swear someone did this on Hellās Kitchen last nightāā
āI told you a little oil. Why is the pan half full?!ā
āUhā¦ā
āIām monitoring what kind of weird cooking shows youāre watching from now on.ā
Soon enough, all thatās left is the soupās fragrance wafting throughout the roomāsun-ripe tomatoes, roasted garlic, and basil blooming bright with butter. It smells like warmth, like home, and the little life youāve carved out together. Even Yuji stops mid-chop, knife still hovering in the air, just to inhale.
āHere you go,ā you say, sliding the bowl toward him. On cue, he drops into his chairāshoulders rolling, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips. He thinks you donāt notice, but his fingers are still faintly red around the knuckles. The moment his eyes land on the bowl, something bright flickers in him.
The soup glows a deep orange-red, thick and velvety, droplets of olive oil shimmering across its sheen like tiny flecks of gold. Steam curls upward, brushing his cheeks, and in the dead of winter, the warmth blooms against him like late summer. Softening the night sky, brightening it like morning light.
When he takes the first spoonful, his eyes go wide.
Silence hangs in the room, but he just sets the spoon down gently, shoulders dropping another inch. He takes another bite, slower, and holds it in on his tongue. Under the table, his foot taps out its usual restless beat to a steady rhythm.
You have no idea what kind of day heās had to be this hungry.
You donāt see the scuff on the side of his shoe, from where he landed too fast on the rooftop across the street. Or the tiny tear at the hem of his sleeve, where something sharp grazed him. Or the way heād winced when you turned away earlier, instantly straightening as if nothing had happened.
All you see is Yujiāsunshine, sweetnessādevouring the soup as if itās literally saving him. You quietly rest your chin in your hands, grinning while he inhales spoonful after spoonful, like itās the single greatest thing heās tasted all week.
āIs it good?ā you coo, and he nods so fast his hair bounces.
With all his enthusiasm, a smear of soup somehow ends up on the corner of his lip. He doesnāt notice, but you do, and youāre giggling before you can stop yourself.
You turn toward the window, watching the city smear into streaks of gold and red, and in that split second, he lifts his gaze, eyes catching on you. His spoon pauses halfway to his mouth, suspended in midair, forgotten for the still of a heartbeat as his own breath stumbles, chest rising too quickly in the quiet. Goosebumps prick along his arms, and this time, it isnāt from the danger his sixth sense is warning him of. Itās from the way the skyline burns in your eyes, as if every light in New York decided to gather just to admire you with him.
He catches the soft amber strokes on your cheeks as your small smile curls like cotton-soft warmthāand underneath the dim neon glow, you look too gentle for the shadows, too bright for the night. For a breathless moment, he wants to steal you away.
To borrow you from the world, and keep this evening tucked somewhere only for the two of you.
ā...Letās go see something.ā The words slip out before he can catch them.
You blink up at him, and the room instantly falls away, softened to all but a hush of the world. āWhat?ā
Heās already getting up from his seat, draping his jacket over your shoulders as he takes your bowl. Without a word, he just reaches out for your hand, urging you to take his lead. Following him to the window, you watch as he pushes it open to the rushing cold air.
āWhat are youāā
āTrust me.ā
He steps onto the fire escapeās metal platform. You hesitate for only a heartbeat, then follow, fingertips brushing the cold iron railing. Halfway up, he glances back at you, and his smile spills across the dim rooftop glow. Brighter than Manhattanās windows, brighter than the neon signs, and even more so than the giddiness in your chest.
Your heart stutters for a bit.
The hum of traffic drifts up from below, weaving through the gaps in the grating, and when you reach the rooftop, the wind tugs at your clothes, ruffling hair and jacket alike. Stretched beneath you is the entire glitter of New York ahead, a glowing chaos of gold veins and shadows.
You suck in a breath, clutching Yujiās jacket tighter around your shoulders.
ā...Itās beautiful,ā you whisper.
He doesnāt look at the shimmering skyline, but only at you. The spark in your eyes catching the glint of distant lights. Sitting down, he pats away the dust beside him, pulling you down to follow him. You plop yourself down, knees brushing.
āRight? When things are heavy, I like to sit and just watch the lights from above.ā
Giggling, you take the warm bowl from his hands, the heat spreading through your fingers and mingling with the steam curling like tiny ghosts between you. āI didnāt know you were also a rooftop climber.ā
He flinches slightly, but you donāt notice, lost as you are in the flickering tapestry of lights and the comforting weight of his jacket draped around your shoulders.
ā...Thanks,ā you murmur.
He tilts his head to your voice, and his smile blooms like a lantern in the cold fluorescent glow of the city. He notices the dark circles under your eyes, the slump of your shoulders while cooking, and the faint, heavy sighs. Time hangs between you, quiet.Ā
āIs it because of your mother?ā He doesnāt mean to pry. He simply waits, patient and quiet.
Years ago, when he was eleven and the weight of the world had abandoned him to debt and despair, it was you who had pulled him into the light.
You, who had brought him home, were pleading with your parents to let him stay, working alongside him through three jobs, shielding him from bullies, and carving out space for him in a world that had none.
And it wasn't because of pityāit was simply because it was right.
That small, steady truth had been more than enough for him to realise, walking home together one evening at fourteen, that life without you was unthinkable. Impossible.
But ever since that incident, Yuji spends his nights differently now, wondering if he even still has the right to be sitting next to you. Perhaps thatās why heās swinging across buildings now, a distraction to the ache he canāt name. The tugging knot of fear that writhes from his core.
āMmā¦ same old,ā you murmur, eyes drifting to the golden veins of streets below, lids heavy.
āYou know Iām always here for you, right?āĀ
You shift your gaze toward him. His brows crease, jaw tight, lips parted, as if heās waiting for a question youāve buried too deep to speak. Yet your hands move betrayingly, fingers brushing against his, seeking him out over the coarse, cold brick beneath you.
He threads his fingers through yours with an ease so natural, it terrifies you. A knot coils low in your stomach, tightening with every heartbeat, your hand trembling beneath the gentle heat of his.
The wind tugs at your hair, lights flickering beyond the skyline like tiny stars. Amidst the faint hum of traffic and the electric scent of the city, each glow pulses, just like the racing of your heart.
You can feel it, the quiet certainty in his touch. You know he means it. You really do.
But even so, your lips betray you. They tremble against a single word, from the weight of too many nights spent replaying every thought, every fear.
ā...Thanks.ā A fragile whisper, soft as paper, heavy as stone.
Somewhere far below, a taxi honks. Somewhere far above, a neon sign blinks. But in between both, itās just the two of you. And even with all the uncertainty, the nights, and the unspoken truths that linger between breaths, you settle.
This litany of quiet is enough.
Itās eleven o'clock out, the sun is stupidly bright, and you want to die. Likeācrawl six feet under and stay burrowed in thereādie.Ā
āSee you tomorrow!ā the woman calls as you leave, a paper bag of tangerines digging into your fingers.
You flash her a beaming smile, hiding your soul-rotting exhaustion. The doorās jingle follows you onto the bustling sidewalk.
New York is already in full chaos mode. Yellow cabs are barking at each other, crowds are shoving downstream like human traffic jams, and tourists are wrestling with crumpled city maps like theyāre cursed.
When you glance up, you see the usual pigeons parading shop awnings, lined like entitled landlords. Scaffolding poles crisscross above you, towering between skyscrapers, and your earphones dangle uselessly around your neck.
No song is strong enough to fight the throbbing migraine pulsing behind your eyes, and itās probably because you were up until 5:00 a.m. helping Yuji.
The memory punches you in the brain.
āWhy the hell is it blank?ā youād blurtedābecause how else were you supposed to react to that monstrosity? You were both on the living room carpet, his laptop glowing tragically atop the coffee table.
Yuji jerked his head toward you, scandalised. āUm, no? Thereās the title slide, the body slide, and the bullet points. Itās got everything it needs.ā
You didnāt need a degree to see all the ways that was a crime, and maybe youāre just a saintāthatās what he thinksābut you were already storming into your room, grabbing your laptop.
āOkay, youāā you pointed at him, āwrite your script. Iām fixing your slides.ā
His eyes widened, watching as you flipped open your laptop, copied the link, and sent it over.
āWeāll revise the whole thing on four, andāā
Bla bla blaā¦ your words were already blurring into the mindless static of Yujiās head. In that deserted hollowness of a brain, there was just awe.
The way your focus sharpened, the way your brows pinched, the way you sank into a task like the world around you melted awayā¦ it was the same look youād had four years prior.
When both of you still worked for some cramped, greasy kitchen in Queensāand then, heād been elbowādeep in suds, wrist aching, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead.
Suddenly, you burst through the door.
āWhat theāā Yuji had jumped, nearly dropping a plate. But you didnāt even flinch at his shock. You were already rolling up your sleeves, sweeping half his stack of dirty dishes into your arms.
āNo wonder youāre coming home late every day,ā you muttered, scrubbing. āI asked the manager how many extra shifts you took. Care to explain?ā
Yuji immediately paused. Your eyes still stayed focused on your side of the sink, though. The plate in his hand, the steam, and the music drifting faintly from the restaurantās old radio all seemed to stop.
āWe need the money,ā he said gently, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a hopeful smile. He reached to take the plate from you, āCome onāhand it back. Itās my responsibility.ā
Your grip didnāt budge. You just glared at him from under your lashes. āWe promised not to keep secrets from each other,ā you murmured.
Silence fell. Only the muted hum of jazz seeped in from the dining area, trembling throughout the fragile string in the air.
Then you whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. ā...It's not like I want to stay home either."
His stomach tightened.
You werenāt supposed to sayāeven, feel that kind of hurt. Hell, he didn't want you to think of uttering those words... At least when he was by your side.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. But after a few moments of still silence, he dug his fingers into his palms. His chest paused mid-rise. āWeāre moving out as soon as I get paid.ā
Your head snapped toward him. And there it wasāthat boyish grin. The same one heād given you at six years old on the playground, when he offered you half his juice box just after you scraped your knee.
āI checked our savings,ā he said softly. āWeāll have enough by this month.ā
Your lips parted. Your eyes widened. And when the realisation hit you, Yuji quickly stripped off his gloves and ruffled your hair with a warm, shaking laugh. āNew York, angel. New life.ā
Your throat tightened. Your heart stopped.
And before you knew it, your vision was blurring up like fog. His hair still spun rose-gold, soft and shimmering through the garbleāand somehow, even through the haze, he was still the brightest thing in the room.
He had prayed to every God he knew to do anything, to never see you cry again. That if sadness ever had to choose, it would pick him, and not you.
So when your tears finally spilt under the cheap fluorescent lights, he didnāt hesitate. He pulled you in, firm arms wrapping around you as you clung to the back of his hoodie, shoulders shaking.
You choked on your own soft sniffles, finally surrendering to the dam of emotions youād bottled all these years. All the while, he quietly kept his hold on you, whispering it again, breath warm against your ear.
New York. New life.
Flash forward four yearsāafter the spider bite, after the powers, after the secrets that clawed at his nightsāand some things never changed.
āAngelā¦ā he murmured, stunned all over again. Because sure, he saved cats, strangers and entire banks on his better days, but it came at the cost of everything else.
His friends all think heās unreliable, a dud, and weirdly bad at showing upācollege deadlines slipped, plans fell apart, and every time the hairs on his arms stood up, that electric buzz tingling in his bonesāhe had to go. He just had to.
He knew what happened when he ignored it, and even in the darkest of nights, he still hears the crackle of fire from the apartment next door.
But you stayed.
You always stayed.
He wanted to hug you.
To kiss you.
To press his forehead to yours and promise that heād protect you from everythingāeven himself.
But he swallowed it down, locked it away where it couldnāt slip out too easily.
And he justā¦ smiled.
That boyish, earnest smile he never realises has the power to crumble all your walls.
Enough to also keep your whole world from collapsing. Enough to make you brave. Enough to make you trust him even when everything else in your life feels like itās slipping between your fingers.
For as long as you can remember, itās always felt like you and him against the world.
You know how he disappears every night, how heās never on time for anything, how he comes back scraped or breathless or exhaustedābut you never ask. You donāt pry. You donāt push.
Because Yuji is the one person youād bend your whole life around if it meant easing his burdens. You trust himāyou trust him in a way that terrifies you. Youāve known him long enough to understand the softness of his heart, the way he tries to carry everything alone, the way he refuses to let people worry for him.
And you know, deep down, that heād never hurt anyone.
Heād never hurt you.
So you keep your silence with that one line heās unknowingly drawn between you.Ā
Even when you feel his gaze lingering on you longer than it should.
Even when goosebumps rise along your arms in the soft, living warmth of the room.
Even when you ache to reach out, to cup his face, to ask him why it feels like something is always slipping away.
Neither of you speaks. Neither of you steps forward.
Your fingers twitch at your sides, all while his clench slightly at his thighs.
Even when this fragile string youāre threading so carefully on is the very thing hurting you both.
Youāre slipping through the afternoon crowd like a loose page torn from a book, shoving past another tourist whose camera strap is swinging wildly. The air today smells faintly of burnt bagels, exhaust, and wet asphalt from last nightās rain, the earthās sigh as it drinks the skyās frigid tears. Metal trash cans clatter in the wind, lids rattling against their rims, and somewhere above, the faint screech of the subway reverberates from the tracks below.
Footsteps echo around you, tyres hiss against the wet asphalt, yet even in this city that never sleeps, your thoughts drift as you shuffle through the bustle.
I wonder how Yujiās presentation went?
Hopefully well. Otherwise, youāll have to suffer through the hell of Megumiās complaints for at least another month. God, anything but that.
You yawn, squinting as your vision blurs slightly against the harsh reflection of the rising sun on glass skyscrapers. The traffic light clicks, the pedestriansā signal flipping to red, but suddenly, your eyes catch something else entirely.
Something small, trembling, utterly out of place in the chaos. A golden-furred bundle curled in the middle of the crossing.Ā
A puppy.
Your heart stutters.
Everyone sees it, yet no one moves. Cars keep rolling, and the pup curls in on itself, shaking so violently you can feel it even from the curb.
What the hell?
Your mind scatters in ten directions at once, tripping over every worst-case scenario. Logic screams, ādonāt run into trafficā, so you're forced to stand thereāfoot tapping, throat tight, breath trappedāwaiting. As soon as the pedestrian light turns green, your legs run before you can even think.
You sprint.
Your sneakers slap against the asphalt, the city blurring around you in a rush of horns and exhaust. With a quick drop of a crouch, breath heaving, you slowly stick out a hand for it to sniff, but it shrinks back, paws skittering against the cold pavement.Ā
Itās terrified. Of everything. The honks, the stomps, the chatterāNew Yorkās roar is swallowing the tiny thing whole.
The pedestrian countdown crackles overhead, each tick like a punch to your ribs, and your heartbeat syncs with itāfrantic, stuttering, racing.
āItās okay, itās okayā¦ā you whisper.
But itās not. Not even close.
You glance up.
Ten seconds left.
Fuck it.
You drop the paper bag. Tangerines scatter across the crosswalk, bumping under shoes, rolling into gutters as you sweep the trembling puppy into your arms. Its ribs flutter against your palms frantically. You whisper whatever calming nonsense you can manageā
HOOOONK.
The blare is so loud it splits your thoughts in half.
Before you even fully straighten, the world explodes into white behind your eyes. You snap your head toward the sound.
A truck is barreling toward you.
Too close.
Too fast.
Your entire body locks. Thereās no time to run, no time to scream. The world narrows to the shadow swallowing youā
An arm suddenly clamps around your waist.
The ground vanishes, wind knifes past your ears. In the blink of an eye, youāre off the asphalt and slammed into the blur of motion.Ā
The city snaps back into focus just as your feet touch down on solid pavement, and right behind you, āWhoa thereācareful!ā
You freeze, heart slamming into your ribs. You know that voice. Youād know it in a thunderstorm, a blackout, a dream.
āYuāā But when you whirl around, ready to scream at him, you freeze. The person holding you isnāt Yuji.
Itās Spider-Man.
The spandex, the mask, and the red and blue in all its stupid gloryāstanding right in front of you, fingers still trembling slightly where they had been gripping your waist. He slowly lets go of it, watching as you spin to face him, face shaken.Ā
As more and more people start to crowd the two of you, theyāre lifting phones, shouting.
Itās his voice. You know it.
But thereās also absolutely no way that Yuji Itadoriāyour perpetually late, starving, ghost of a roommateāis the same Spider-Man plastered all over the Daily Bugle every day, busy saving lives.
You swallow hard. āā¦Thank you.ā
He glances down, raising his knuckle for the shaking pupāand after a few sniffs, he boops its nose, its tail giving a tiny, shy wag.Ā
āWhat a cutie,ā he says softly. āIs this yours?ā
He knows the answer. He shouldnāt even be talking this much. But when you look up at himāstunned, scared, and shockedāhe stays.
You pause for a moment, brain short-circuiting before shaking your head. He gestures gently. āI can take him to a local shelter, if you want.ā
What?
Your arms instinctively tighten around the pup, but after a few beats, the tension in your shoulders eases. With a hesitant nod, you slowly pass it overāand to your surprise, he holds the little thing way too gently, cradling it close to his chest.
Then, he asks, āDo you want to come with us?ā
Your head instantly perks up to him.Ā
He wants youā¦ to come with him.
You feel your own heart thudding against your ribs, the cluster of crowds sending your brain into cartwheels now. Your fists are still against his chest, clenched. Finally, after a few seconds, you nod once.
ā...Please?ā you add, voice barely above a whisper.
Something in him melts.
āAlright,ā he murmurs, hooking an arm around your waist with the pup. āNo tall skyscrapers this time, though. Gotta make sure I donāt scare the pup.ā
Before you can even process what heās saying, a white web shoots out from his wristā
And youāre fucking airborne.
āAAAAAAAAAā!!ā Youāre screaming as the wind whips across your face, the ground blurring beneath your feet.
One awning leads to another, gilding just above the trafficāand somehow, that makes it even more terrifying; you can see the cars, the flashing lights, the stunned pedestrians filming you as you pass.
You cling to him like your life depends on it, (because really, it does) your yell trembling amidst the racing wind as your arms stay wrapped tight around his neck. Meanwhile, this idiot is laughing. Laughing. And even the puppy is having fun, tail wagging like a metronome of betrayal.
You swear you can even see his tail wagging as well, burrowing your face even deeper into his neck as you shut your eyes.
āWHAT THE HELL?!ā you shout, voice cracking. The idiot of a vigilante only laughs harder, grip still strong on your waist.
He doesnāt know how his heart nearly stopped when he saw you kneeling in front of the barreling truck. He doesnāt know how close he came to losing his mind. And he doesnāt know how many Gods heād prayed for the shortest split second.
āPut me down, put me down, put me down!ā Youāre sobbing into his neck, eyes glued shut as the wind smacks the hair into your face.Ā
Finally, the world slows to a stop. He lands softly on the asphalt, and everything stillsāall but your trembling breaths. Shallow, shaky, and way too embarrassingly loud in your own ears.
He leans in, voice low enough that only you can hear it through the muffled city noise.
āWeāre here,ā he whispers.
You refuse to move. Absolutely not.
Your face stays buried in the crook of his neck, arms locked tight, fingers curled stubbornly. He chuckles softly.
Cute.
The pup wiggles out from between you two, popping its head out. It yaps once, twice, and you slowly crack open one eye, hands weakly releasing their grip on his suit. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you finally peel yourself off him, stumbling backāonly for him to catch you again by the elbow.
āAnd we havenāt even reached forty feet yet,ā he teases, head tilted.
You glare weakly, voice hoarse. āI am never doing that again.ā
He doesnāt even need to say anything; you can feel the smug grin through the mask.Ā
With a soft spin on his heel, he steps past you toward a storefront wedged between two towering brick buildings. The sign above it is faded, chipped around the edges, and the doorās chime jingles as he slips inside with the puppy nestled in one arm.
You stand there in the midst of the pavement, though, heart still thundering, sneakers planted on solid ground, and even if youāve touched the ground for at least a few minutes now, it feels like youāre still up there mid-swing.
The city moves like normal around you. Horns, footsteps, conversationsāit all feels muted, stuffed cotton in your ears. Youāre floating.
Absolutely floating.
A few moments later, the chime rings again. He steps outā¦ with the same puppy still in his arms. You blink as he gives a tiny shrug.
āSoooā¦ turns out theyāre totally out of vacant spots right now," he glances at the pup, the critter innocently tilting its head. āI can swing to another one, maybeāā
āIāll take him.ā The words leave your mouth before you even think them through, cutting through the fragile string of silence.
He looks at you, stunned. Youāre taking it in?
Before he can say anything, you crouch immediately, scratching the puppy under the chin as it whines into your palm, tail flailing like a fuzzy little helicopter.
Sure, why not? Maybe Yuji will finally start showing up more often. Maybe heāll actually help take care of it. Maybeā
āUhāyou sure?ā
All the while, Yuji, as mentioned above, is panicking to death in his head. Heās not even there for half the night, how the hell is he gonna take care of it? But thereās you, of course, so it canāt be that bad, right?
āMhm,ā you nod, scooping the warm ball of golden fluff against your chest. āLook, it loves me already!ā
You giggle as it barks happily, tiny paws scrambling at your collar as it leans up to lick your jaw. Warm little breaths puff against your skin, sunlight breaking through the thinning clouds overhead, catching on its fur and turning it into a tiny halo of honey-goldāsoft enough to melt winter, blithe enough to quiet the city.Ā
He goes still.Ā
Of course, it loves you.
The breeze rolls by, threading through the loose strands of your hair, and he watches the sunlight kiss them the same way it kisses the dogās fur, as if the two of you were made of the same warmth.
He doesnāt say anything. Doesnāt need to. The tilt of his head, the stillness of his hands, the way he forgets about the crowd, the noise, the cityāall of it betrays him.
Youāre shining underneath the bleeding sun, laughing even with the trembling puppy in your arms, and for one still second, the weight of what almost happened hits him harder than any fall heās taken tonight.
Harder than any punch, any rooftop landing, any sprint through the freezing wind.
And he knows it. He knows exactly what that ache is.
āWhere do you live?ā he asks, voice lower than before, too casual even to be casual.
Your gaze snaps to him. And the second you see the curve of his masked grināsmug, obvious, and entirely too proud of himselfāyour stomach sinks.
āSoā¦ā he drawls, head tilting. āRound two?ā
You groan, clutching the dog a little tighter like it might suddenly save you. āGod, save me.ā
āRoger that, Maāam.ā
You smack his arm. He laughs.Ā
And the sun, traitorous as ever, lights you up like something worth falling for.
The metal railing trembles as he steps onto your balcony, but unlike it, you donāt steadyānot even after your sneakers touch the concrete. Your knees are still jelly, your stomach is still somewhere midair, and youāre pretty sure youāll never get used to this.
Frankly, youāre praying you wonāt ever have to.
Behind you, the sun melts into winterās edge, streaking the clouds with bleeding crimson.
āWelcome home!ā
āThank you,ā you breathe.
The golden pup squirms in your arms, and the moment you crack open the balcony door, it launches inside. You canāt help but laugh as it bounds across the living room, sniffing corners, trotting in frantic circles, all while its tail wags with a delirious joy only pure innocence can have.Ā
Youāre tiredāhe can see it. The slope of your shoulders, the soft drag of your steps, the yawns you pretend are subtle. Even your laughter sounds like itās holding up the walls of a crumbling day.
He leans against the railing behind you, watching with a chuckle, and he knows he shouldnāt linger, shouldnāt risk even this much, but itās you. And tonight, for reasons he canāt name out loud, he wants to show you something special.
āHey,ā he calls softly, āever wondered what itās like sixty feet up?ā
You turn. He stands there with his arms crossed, head tilted, grin smug enough to see even beneath the mask.
āYouāre kidding.ā
He shrugs. āYou look like you need a pickāmeāup. And I think I know just the thing.ā
Before you can argue, his hands are slipped around your waist already, like heās done this a million times before. And somehow, like your body recognises him from somewhere you canāt name, you donāt pull away. You only lift a brow, smirking. āLiterally?ā
He huffs a boyish laugh and reaches past you to slide the balcony door shut. His gaze flickers to the puppy already curled on a cushion, drifting into a soft nap after its chaotic afternoon.
āThe vet said heās trained and vaccinated. Soā¦ā His voice dips, playful. āIt wouldnāt hurt if I steal you for a few minutes, right?ā
You pretend to think about it. āMaybe.ā
Maybe.
Damn, if he didnāt have his stupid mask on, youād see the way his whole face breaks into the most hopeless grin ever. God really does send his hardest missions to his strongest soldiers.
āHang on tight.ā
He doesnāt need to tell you twice. Your arms loop around his neck, and just as quickly as you can breathe, youāre suddenly up in the airāyou still canāt help but scream at the sudden jump in height.
A strangled cry rips out of your throat as the city drops away beneath your feet. Heās still laughing at the ridiculousness of your reaction, and for once in both your lives, youāre screaming with the sort of freedom that only comes with the wish of a shooting star.
You definitely feel like one, too.Ā
Skyscrapers streak past, wind clawing at your clothes. Your face is buried in his shoulderābecause looking down might as well kill youābut even through your terror, a traitorous warmth swells in your chest.
He hears every sound you make, every breathless scream, and heās stupidly amused. Even when your eyes are screwed shut from how fucking terrifying this is.
Finally, he lands on what sounds like concrete with a soft thud, steadying you before your knees can give out. Your fingers are still clutched to his suit, but he pries them off gently, turning you around.Ā
You crack open one eye.
Then both.
And instantly, your breath catches.
The horizon is on fire.
The wild, bright yellow flame burns in the centre of the molten gold, every skyscraper splinting it in fractured sheets of amber and rose. And as it dips right across the water, your heart skips a beat, the sky bleeding with streaks of orange and bruised violet. Light scatters from the heavens, a gorgeous shower that shimmers just across the horizonās seaāa ramp of falling stars just for the two of you.Ā
āā¦Itās beautiful,ā you whisper.
The same words you told him the first time he brought you to the rooftop. He remembers. God, he remembers everything. He turns his head.
The horizon is burning in the distance, but he doesnāt glance up. His gaze lingers on you, tracing the way the light brushes your hair, the tilt of your jaw, the slow inhale of your aweāand in that moment, the city, the sunset, the wind, nothing else exists.
You outshine every single drop of light in the bleeding sky, and he hates that he canāt even tell you.
Something in your chest loosens, then gives. For one strange, impossible moment, the pressure of everythingāyour deadlines, your rent, your exhaustion, the heaviness of simply existingāfeels lighter.
You turn to him, smiling. āThank you.ā
The sun flares behind you, painting you in gold, and he thinks helplessly that even this sunset pales beside you.
His heart punches against his ribs, hammering hard enough to bruise.
He keeps his hands in fists so you wonāt see them shake, nails digging into his palms, trying to anchor himself.
Because if he doesnāt, heāll do something reckless.
ā¦Like pull his mask up and kiss you under a dying sun.
He jabs a gloved knuckle against the glass of Nobaraās bedroom windowāonce, twice, thriceāfast. Even muffled behind the mask, Nobara can recognise it anywhere. Especially when itās coming from her window on the tenth fucking floor.
āKnock, knock! House of fabulous engineers and fashion icons! Hellooooo?ā
A muffled groan leaks from the glass.
The window slides open with a wet creak, and Nobara leans outāhair damp from a shower, hoodie half-zipped, face frowning. Sheās literally one inconvenience away from shutting it on his fingers.
āWhat,ā she deadpans, āthe hell do you want?ā
Yuji straightens proudly, chest puffing out. āGuess who just saved someone from a truck, carried them to a view thatād make Van Gogh rise from the grave, and completely turned their day around! And they donāt even know it was me!ā
His words are tumbling over like runaway marbles, tripping out of his mouth in the sudden rush of excitement. Each breath fogs the inside of his mask, tiny clouds drifting up as he gestures wildly, eyes sparkling even behind the webbed veil.
From behind her, Megumiās voice drifts, monotonous as ever. āYou look like a five-year-old who drank too much espresso.ā
Yuji spins halfway, giving him a thumbs-up. āAnd you built the tech that made that possible! So technically, I am a caffeinated genius who saves people, soooooāyouāre the genius behind the genius!ā
āObviously itās about her,ā Nobara says, arms crossed, one brow arched. āWhy else knock on my window like some homicidal pigeon?ā
Yuji grins boyishly beneath the mask, tilting his head. āBecause someone had to tell the people who made me this awesome that I did something awesome!ā
He hops back onto the slick rooftop, landing with barely a splash. Rain glazes over the red and blue of his suit, gloves leaving faint smudges of rain, but he doesnāt care. He crouchesāknees loose, fingers tapping, eyes flicking between Nobara and Megumiāand he rambles.
āYouād be so proud. I got her out of dangerālike, barely-saw-my-life-flash-before-my-eyes dangerāand she held onto me and we justā¦ we ended up on this roof where the whole skyline looked like it was melting gold. And she laughed! And Iāā
His hand stills over his heart.
Nobara squints at him, expression softening for half a second before she ruins it deliberately. āYouāre ridiculous. Just confess already.ā
Yuji crouches lower, fists on his knees, eyes practically sparkling. The rain slides off his mask in thin streams, glossing over like small scattered stars. All the while, the skyline stretches behind him, windows blinking like constellations.
Heās glowing too, like he canāt hold all his giddiness inside.Ā
Behind her, Megumi doesnāt move, but thereās a faint, reluctant curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. Theyāve both seen this a million times.
Yuji, hopelessly in love. Yuji, trying not to be obvious. Yuji, failing.
But then, he thinks of you, back in your apartment, probably waiting for him with that puppy curled on your lapāprobably wondering why heās coming back late again.
His heart kicks.
Without warning, he shoots a web to the edge of the rooftop. āOkayāgotta goāBYE!ā
Before Nobara can yell, he launches himself into the storm-soaked night, flipping once, twice, and vanishing into the wind.
āYOUāLL HEAR ABOUT THIS TOMORROW, I SWEAR!ā he hollers back, voice bouncing between the buildings.
Nobara sighs dramatically and shuts the window, all the while Megumiās smirk survives exactly three seconds before he wipes it off.
As he disappears into the glittering darkness, the city continues to shine. But itās obvious who heās rushing home for, and somewhere below, the night hums with the secret only three people know:
Spider-Man Yuji Itadori is swinging through New York like a boy in love.
When Yuji comes back, heās yelping in surprise when the little rascal of a pup rushes over to him. Its paws are already scattered across the wooden floor for a launched attack. āWhat theā?!āĀ
He picks up the pup in his arms, snuggling into it as you appear from the corner of the hallway, snickering at the scene. āKiniro likes you already.ā
It takes everything in him to bite back his laughter and act surprised. After all, he canāt quite literally tell you he was the one saving you both just earlier today, right?
āI didnāt know you brought back this little pup,ā he giggles, letting it lick his face. āYou even named him?ā
You sigh, plopping yourself onto the carpet. āHe was in the middle of a pedestrian street. Thankfully, Spider-Man saved him.ā
You pat your lap, Kiniro eagerly running straight back to you, āThe animal shelter was full, though, but I think weāre stable enough to afford just another pet, donāt you think?āĀ
Yujiās already walking over to you, slinging his bag across the couch as he ruffles your hair. āI can just pick up another job if you really want to.ā
He doesnāt miss that you donāt include yourself in being saved, but he doesnāt nag. All that matters is youāre safe and sound, and with the arrival of little Kiniro, your grin seems just a tiny bit wider.Ā
āUgh, youāre not even home half the time,ā you groan, tugging him down to sit next to you. āDonāt.ā
He smirks at your comment, simply shrugging. āYou would not believe my day, though,ā he starts, running a hand through his hair.
āCoach made us do sprints at 8 a.m. Eight. A. M. The sun was barely awake. I was barely awake,ā he plops himself down beside you. āThen I had to do that boring presentation for Anthropology.ā
You snort. āWhat about it? Did you actually, I donāt knowānot screw it up?ā
āOhhh, the presentation? Killed it. Destroyed it. Megumi totally knew you helped, too.ā
You shake your head, smiling as he continues. With a soft sigh, you raise both hands behind you as you stretch out your sore arms. āThank God. We still need to go grocery shopping, thoughā¦ We donāt have food for either him or us.ā
āDo you want me to go?āĀ
Youāre already getting up, though. āNah, letās go together, like usual.ā
He smiles. Yeah. Like usual.
So flash forward now, one hour laterā
Heās tossing all sorts of odd combinations into your trolley, and when heās the one pushing it, that means youāre going to be barely stopping him from picking yet another pack of chips in the aisle beside.
Because, seriously, what kind of trolley has fruits, meat, chips and dog food all at once? Any other college student, he says. Well, you donāt complain further, because youāre already busy thinking about what to cook for dinner.
Metal shelves press together like metro train commuters, all the while humming coolers whisper across aislesāstacked with the classic 99Ā¢ ramen, chips, and plastic-wrapped bagels. The overhead fluorescent lights buzz faintly amidst the static hiss of the radioās pop song, always a little too bright, and it cuts through the shuffle of tired locals grabbing dinner after work.
Both of you pass each aisle, and when he reaches up just one more time, he says, for the latest bag of chips, you slap his hands away. He gives you a pout, but you shoot it back down, eyes still peeled ahead, while the trolley miserably follows behind now.
āSo whatās on the menu, Chef?ā Yuji asks, arms on the handle.Ā
āJapanese curry,ā you hum back, already tossing the small sticks of chives into the trolley behind.
His eyes glisten at the thought of it, his mouth watering already. āYou always make the best dinners.ā
With a mere huff and the slightest curl of your lips, you refuse to turn back to face him. You can already feel the piercing stare of awe on your back, but it does little to keep the budding brim of pride at bay.
Because honestly speaking, thatās all you need.
When the tiny 2010s New York apartment smells like onions sizzling in butterāwarm, sweet, it seeps both into the walls and your mind that youāre actually home.
The window above the stove rattles a little every time a subway roars somewhere underground, but inside, itās just the two of you, moving around the cramped kitchen like you both have a hundred times.
āYouāre cutting them too big,ā you tease, nudging his elbow as he chops another carrot chunk.
āTheyāll shrink in the pot!ā he fires back, puffing his cheeks. āPlus, big pieces are funner to chew.ā
āThatās not how carrots work.ā
āSure it is.ā
You break into laughter, and he falters into the same grin behind his ever-so-bravado.Ā
Before you can turn back to the stove, his hands slip around your waist from behind, pulling you just close enough that your back warms against his chest. Itās second nature to him by nowābut somehow, this time, his touch reminds you of someone else just earlier this afternoon.
āHeyāhey,ā you giggle, trying to stir the pot while he sways you side to side, āIām gonna spill the roux.ā
āThatās the plan,ā he murmurs, chin gently resting on your shoulder as he watches the stew bubble.Ā
āTeamwork, right? Iām moral support.ā
āMoral support doesnāt usually involve hugging me every five seconds.ā
He gives a soft, guilty hum. āHmm. Guess Iām extra supportive.ā
Outside the window, the streetlights of early-night Manhattan cast a warm orange glow across the counter, mixing with the flicker of your old fluorescent kitchen light, and somewhere below, a taxi honks, someone yells. Your radioās playing the classic pop songs on repeat rotation this week, and inside, tucked within the mellow warmth, thereās just the soft simmer of curry and the occasional clatter of utensils. Yuji leans forward to peek into the pot, arms tightening around you as if he canāt help it.
āThat smells so good,ā he says, voice a little softer now.
You feel your cheeks warm more than the stove ever could, but you still shove him with your hip anyway. āThen set the table, you sap.ā
He laughs boyishly before finally letting go. Grabbing bowls, heās humming off-key to the radio, and when you glance back at him, his sleeves are already rolled up. He plates the curry bubbling behind you, and the two of you settle snuggishly into the couch, blanket tossed over both of your legs.
As usual, Yuji sits close, stretching his arm along the backrest so that he can tug you closer whenever he feels like it. Heās already rambling off into the darkness, and long before you know it, youāre both talking over the show more than actually watching it.
āBut, uhā¦ lunch was good,ā he adds quietly. āAte outside. The weather felt nice. I kinda wished you were there, though.ā He doesnāt look at you when he says it; Yuji seldom does things like this. He just rubs the back of his neck, cheeks burning pink.
āYāknowā¦ campus stuff is better when youāre around,ā he murmurs. āFeels less like Iām just running around all day and more likeā¦ā He pauses, searching for the word. āā¦Iām just living day-to-day.ā
You snort. āYouāre such a dork.ā
āA dork who had a rough day,ā he huffs, nudging your knee with his.Ā
You card your fingers through his soft pink hair despite yourself, and he melts instantly, like heās been waiting all day for this. At some point, the warmth of the curry settles into your stomach, the weight of his arm drapes heavier against your shoulders, and your eyelids grow heavier with each second.
His heartbeat is steady, right under your ear, and beneath the warmth, you donāt even notice when your bowls slide onto the coffee table. You just fall asleep tucked into his side, wrapped in his hoodie and the low hum of the city outside the window.
He simply watches, and somewhere, underneath the warmth of the quiet, his hand stops just a beat from tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You donāt know how long youāve slept, but when the sudden, distant siren of an ambulance cuts through the silence, you wake. The apartmentās dark except for the TVās dim blue, and your headās still snuggled against the couch cushion, but Yuji isnāt there.
His spot is still warm, yet the empty bowls are already in the sink.
āYuji?ā you whisper, sitting up as the floor creaks softly beneath your bare feet. Silence echoes, and only the faint late-night wail follows through the room, the ticking of your clock.
It's dead midnight.
Outside your window, a breeze seeps softly from the fire escape. The curtains shift, and you turn to read the single sticky note pasted on the coffee table, scribbled in his ever-so messy handwriting:
āSorry. Something came up. Didnāt wanna wake you.
Be back soon :)ā
You run your thumb over the smiley face, feeling the echo of warmth where heād been.
You donāt know why he disappears every night.
But for now, all you know is the apartment still smells like curry and himāand the couch feels just a little too big without his arms around your waist.
Dawn breaks as gold washes over the pavement, daylight spilling into the still-waking streets. Youāre shuffling along beside Yuji, shoulders brushing now and then. In both your hands are cups of cocoa from the corner cart, each crowned with a swirl of whipped cream he swears is just āthe best in the city.ā
Steam lifts from the paper cup, curling into the damp morning air, all the while streets still glisten from last nightās rain, passing headlights shimmering in fractured streaks. Inhaling, the air smells of salt and roasted peanuts, tinged with the sweet bite of chestnuts toasting somewhere behind you.
āYouāre going to burn your tongue if you sip that too fast,ā you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow.
He sticks his tongue out at you, laughing even harder when you snort back at him. You simply shake your head as he bumps your shoulder, grinning.
The crowd hums around you, a river of people rushing with purpose, but you walk slower than usual, matching his pace. His hair catches the sunlight in golden highlights, and as he turns to glance over at you, the corners of his mouth tilt when he notices you staring.
āAnd youāre gonna spill your drink if you keep staring,ā he laughs, holding out his hand.Ā
You giggle, letting him grab your wrist gently, tugging you just slightly forward as you step over a puddle. His warmth lingers a second too long, and as the sun rises a little higher, he watches you sip from your cupāeyes soft and warm.
Kiniroās barking as well, his leash wrapped just around Yujiās knuckles. The boy gives it a little tug, but for a split second, his shoulders tense. Heās distracted for a moment, silent.Ā
Thereās a siren somewhere uptown. A horn blast. Something sharp flickers across his expression before he smooths it away.
You pretend not to notice. Instead, you just nudge your shoulder into his again. āYou okay?ā
He grins. āYeah. Yeah, Iām good.ā
But his fingers tighten just slightly around your wrist.
You tilt your cocoa toward him. āTrade?ā
He huffs a relieved laugh. āFine, but only because I know mine has more whipped cream.ā
You swap cups, and his shoulders loosen, the tension in his jaw melting away. Somehow, the warmth of the moment softens the city around youāright up until your phone buzzes. You glance down, frowning.
āDid you eat yet?ā
āAre you really out with him again?ā
Your chest tightens. No matter how far youāve moved, her messages still slice like winter wind. Instead, you shove the phone deeper into your pocket, just as Yuji starts rambling about some comic he swears he didnāt dream up.Ā
āEverything okay?ā Itās his turn this time, unaware of the text buzzing under your coat.
You nod in response, though, forcing a smile. āYeahā¦ just distracted.ā
He doesnāt probe, and you just follow him down a narrow side street, fire escapes shadowing over cracked sidewalks. The city hums with distant trains, honking taxis, and the usual rumble of early traffic. He twirls you once in the crosswalk, and for a brief moment, your worries fade. Laughter bubbles up easily, sunlight spilling through breaks in the buildings.
Everything is gold.
You donāt even pass five blocks before you hear the sudden strum of a guitar, faint from a musician tucked just beside a subway entrance, tin cup right at his feet.Ā
Yujiās eyes sparkle instantly like a kid spotting magic.
āDance battle?ā he asks, grin stretching mischievously.
You nearly choke on your cocoa. āExcuse me?ā
āYou heard me.ā Heās already bending his knees, taking a fighting stance. āYou. Me. Right here. Winner gets bragging rights for life.ā
You groan, trying to pull him away, but the way he bounces on the balls of his feet, the laughter in his voice, makes it impossible to resist.
And before you know it, both your cups are set on the window ledge just beside, and heās twirling you gently in the middle of the sidewalk, weaving through the small cluster of pedestrians staring in a mix of confusion and amusement.
āYuji! Stop, Iāllāā you squeal, laughing so hard your stomach hurts.
He only snorts harder, spinning you until your hair whips across your face and you bury your head against his shoulder. āYouāve got moves,ā he teases, voice softening. āBetter than I thought.ā
When the music shifts to a slower melody, he doesnāt let go. His grip on your waist pulls you closer, his forehead resting lightly against yours, eyes half-closed. The rest of the city fades, and in the midst of it, thereās only the pulse of your laughter, the warmth, and the soft brush of his breath against your cheek.
For a second, it feels like the world stopped just to let him hold you. Everything melts away, and time stills.
Thenā¦ he freezes. The sparkle in his eyes dims.
āIāI gottaāā he starts, pulling back slightly, fingers brushing yours.
You frown, confused. This isnāt the first time heās bailing midway, and suddenly, the warmthās twisting with the usual tension.
āWhat?ā Your voice cracks. āWhere are you going?ā
He bites his lip, hesitating. āSomething came upā¦ Iāll be back as soon as I can. Promise.ā
Before you can argue, heās already turning, weaving through the crowd and quickly disappearing like heās done so a hundred times. You watch, heart sinking, as the tide of bodies swallows him.
Your phone buzzes thenāagaināin your pocket.
Your stomach knots, all the while the sweetness of the morning is turning brittle at the edges.Ā
You frown at the screen, fingers trembling slightlyā¦ another message.Ā
This time, you take a deep breath, lukewarm cocoa in your hand, and look back down the street where Yuji vanished.
For a heartbeat, the world was quiet.
Almost enough to drown out the buzzing phone. The crawling ache.
Almost.
The campus is loud as usual, and your bag is slung lazily over your shoulder. Itās field day, and Nobaraās perched by your side like a hawk.
Field day always turns the campus into a festive frenzyāmusic blasting, banners everywhere, and the smell of grass and sunscreen wafting with the crispy fry of food from student stalls. The sunās golden light is just enough to dust everything with a warm edge, shedding the tiniest bit of warmth amidst the early winter, but your chest still feels tight, and every cheer from the bleachers is merely another headache pulsing beneath the last.
Your fingers curl around your bag strap.Ā
āYou better scream your lungs out for him,ā she says, flipping her hair as the two of you shuffle through clusters of crazed students. āHe made me promise Iād drag you here even if you tried to run.ā
You roll your eyes with a huff of disbelief, but still, your chest warms at the mention of him. In the midst of it, Nobara pauses.
āHey, you okay, though?ā she asks, nudging your side. āYouāre quieter than usual.ā
āIām fine,ā you say, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat.Ā
The football field is already swarmed by the time you reach it. Voices rise and fall like crashing waves, bleachers trembling under stampeding students trying to get good seats. You spot Megumi standing near the edge in all his emo glory, stretching like heās prepping for a battlefield instead of just another friendly match.
He sighs when he spots you and Nobara, but you donāt miss how the corner of his mouth twitches just a bit upward.
āTold you sheād come,ā Nobara smirks.
He mutters something along the lines of āYeah, yeah, whatever,ā but his eyes flick briefly toward the locker tunnelāwhere Yuji should beā¦
And right on cue, the man himself bursts out.
Yuji comes sprinting with his helmet in hand, hair ruffled, grin stretched wide enough to split galaxies. His jersey clings to his shoulders, the number glowing against the sunlight. Heās sprinting across the grass like his body was built for thisāshining, bright, unstoppable. His hair catches the morning light like rose-gold flames, the soft pink of it glowing warm against his skin.
But heās late again, and not just a littleāten minutes behind schedule. Yet no one seems to mind except you.
Your chest twists. The familiar pang rises again.Ā
The moment he notices you, he practically trips over his own feet from how fast his attention snaps your way.
āThere you are!ā he calls, waving the helmet wildly above his head.
Nobara snorts. āLord, heās so lovesick it physically hurts.ā
You pretend not to hear her.
Yuji jogs up to the fence separating players from spectators, leaning against it with both forearms as if he canāt stop himself from getting closer. His breath comes out quickly from the run, but his grin is wide and bright.
āYou made it,ā he says too eagerly.
āWe always make it,ā you scoff, nudging your bag up your shoulder. āDonāt disappoint us.ā
āYesāyes, Maāam,ā he salutes, cheeks pink. āIām gonna win extra hard now.ā
Behind him, the team captain shouts his name. Megumi barks at him, āIf you miss the huddle again, Iām making you run laps.ā
Yuji jumps, jolting upright. āComing!ā
But before he turns, he reaches outāfingers brushing yours through the fence. Just a fleeting drag of warmth, but enough to leave your pulse scrambling.
āIāll look for you after every play,ā he says sheepishly. āSoā¦ donāt leave, okay?ā
Nobara rolls her eyes so dramatically that she might strain something. āHeās going to combust.ā
Youāre definitely not telling her you just might too.
But even then, Yuji still runs back to his team, helmet tucked under his arm, shouting something stupidly upbeat that gets the whole bench laughing. The field hums with energy, sunlight bouncing off jerseys, the grass almost glittering.
Finally, the game commences.
And Yujiāitās like he was born for this.
Heās fast. Focused. And ridiculously competent.
Every time he steals the ball, the crowd roars. Every time he dodges someone twice his size, Nobara shrieks. And when he scoresāan impossible curve just inside the goalpostāhe swings both arms up, searching the stands until he locks eyes with you.
He beams like you just handed him the universe.
And the whole world feels goldenāsunlight, victory, thrill. Megumi is yelling instructions, Nobaraās screaming insults at the opponents, and Yujiās just there in all of his radiant gloryāshining without even trying.
Itās warm. Itās bright. Itās alive.
Youāre cheering too, but your smile still falters, tight around the edges. Your fingers tighten around the edge of your bag strap.
But for nowā¦ Yuji wins.
And he looks at you like youāre the reason he did. Truly, he does. He barely hears the final whistle over the roar of the crowd. One second, heās sprinting across the field, cleats kicking up dust, teammates shouting his nameā
And the next, heās tearing off his helmet and running straight for you.
You barely get a sound out before he crashes into you, arms around your waist, lifting you clean off the ground in a dizzying spin. His laugh bursts warm against your neck, almost boyish in how free it is.
āYou saw that, right? You saw that, right?ā he breathes, grin blinding, forehead pressed to yours as if he needs proofāneeds youāto make it real.
Nobaraās whooping behind you. Megumiās pretending not to stare, and heās shoving his hands in his pockets like he didnāt just sabotage two passes solely so Yuji could score. The field is a riot of noiseāwhistles, cheers, the brass band warming up againābut all of it blurs around him.
Yujiās still holding you there, thumbs brushing your ribs. The pink of his hair, the warm brown of his eyes, the soft grin that always pulls at the corner of his mouth. His hair brushes your forehead when he leans in.
A voice cuts through the crowd. āCongratulations, you all! What a play!ā
Itās a senior guy from another teamāsomeone charming, loud, the type Yuji knows people tend to gravitate to. He jogs past, tossing you a quick smile like itās nothing.
āYou were cheering SO loud,ā he tells you, laughing. āHonestly, I think you were louder than the team.ā
Yujiās smile twitches.
The guy just continues, leaning in a bit too close, āYou coming to the afterparty? Nobara said you mightāā
Yuji steps in without thinking, placing a hand on your back.
āOh,ā the guy says, blinking. āHey, Itadori. Great game, man.ā
āThanks,ā Yuji answersābut something in his eyes dims.
Nobara simply smirks with a cross of her arms.
His eyes flick back to you. Quick. Searching.
Did you smile back? Did you think the guy was cool? Did youā
Suddenly, the team crowds around himāslapping his back, grabbing his shoulders, shouting over each other, and youāre both separated from the wave of intrusion.
āYouāre coming with us tonight, right?ā
āYo, weāre buying you dinner!ā
āWeāre gonna replay that touchdown like a hundred timesāā
Yujiās flustered, overwhelmed. His chest is heaving, and sweat trickles down his forehead. He doesnāt like the sudden attention, and he keeps looking back at you over their headsāchecking, making sure you havenāt drifted away in the crowd, but he loses you just as quickly as they came.
Megumi sighs, nudging him. āGo,ā he mutters. āWeāll catch up.ā
And thatās all he needs.
He practically breaks out of the huddle just to run over to youāsoft murmurs of apologies as he bumps into someone elseās shoulder.Ā
Everything else is noise to him, and it isnāt long until he catches the familiar sight of the back of your head again.
He settles beside you, still breathless. His fingers hover, then hook lightly around your wrist, tugging you closer.
āYouāre walking with me, right?ā His voice drops. āPlease?ā
Nobara wiggles her eyebrows. āYou two are disgusting,ā she groans, then pats your shoulder. āIām getting drinks. Donāt do anything gross while Iām gone.ā
She disappears. Megumi drifts off too, yelling something at a teammate.
And suddenly, itās just you and him again.
The air is warm from the sun, the grass glittering with confetti. His hand is still curled around yours. āIām really glad you came, yāknow.ā
You smile softly. āOf course I did.ā
āAndā¦ that guy earlier,ā he adds too casually, āDo youā¦ know him?ā
There it isāthe tiny crack in his voice.
And something sinks in your stomach. Youāre exhaustedāraw beneath the skin. And youāre way too tired to explain the history heās scarred you. Not today. Not after this win. Not when heās glowing like a sun you donāt want to dim.
So you answer gently, āNot really. Donāt worry about it.ā
Yujiās silent.
But you can feel the tension humming beneath his ribs as he tries to read your face. After a few steps, he murmurs, barely audible underneath his breath. āHey, soā¦ did you really cheer that loud?ā
You grin. āYeah. For you.ā
āThen why do you look so tired?ā he asks.
Your steps falter. āIām fine.ā
His brows pinch. He looks at you closely.
āYou donāt have to say āfineā just because you think itās easier,ā he says. āI can handle it. Whatever it is.ā
But your mind is still tangled from the morning, from the noise, from everything you havenāt wanted to burden anyone with. You look away.
It shouldāve been easyāYujiās arms around you, the campus buzzing with leftover cheers, Megumi shouting something smug in the distance, Nobara somewhere in the corner of your eye. Everything is loud, and warm, and safe.
But Yuji doesnāt see the phone screen still lighting up in your pocket.
He doesnāt notice how your fingers have been curling in on themselves, and suddenly, the sunlight feels too bright. Your pulse crawls up the back of your throat. Softly, without meaning to, youāre muttering under your breath.
āYouāre not even here half the time. How are you gonna āhandle itā?ā
He catches it too, but he doesnāt say anything. You donāt even know he heard itā¦ because you arenāt entirely wrong. Heās been either late or disappeared midway through the last three times you hung out. Last weekend, he ditched you mid-dance, and you told him it was fineāof course it was fineāit just stung more than you want to admit, and today, he barely made it to field day on time.
Something about helping someone, getting caught up, you werenāt even sure.
You donāt want to be another thing that drags him down.
āItās nothing. You donāt have to worry about me today. Youāve got more important people to celebrate with.ā
Yuji stops walking altogether. The shift is smallābarely a misstep on the pavementābut it feels like the ground trembles.
āWhat?ā he asks quietly.
āEveryoneās congratulating you. You should enjoy it. You donāt need to be glued to me.ā
His face falls in slow motion. āIs thatā¦ what you think? That Iām only here because I feel like I should be?ā
You donāt answer fast enough, and your silence hurts him more than any shouted insult could have. The tension that holds in the air now is unbearable.
His face contorts into a frown.
āSeriously?ā he murmurs. āI just ran straight to you after the biggest game of the semester, and you think I wouldnāt choose you?ā
His voice wavers, and you quickly shake your head, tilting your head to look at him. āYuji, thatās notāā
āNo, itās okay,ā he says, stepping back, eyes darting everywhere except your face.Ā
āYujiāā His expression ruins you, and now, you wish more than anything but to take back your words.
He swallows hard. āI get it."
There it is.
The crack in the glass. The place where he breaks. You reach out for him, but all he does is step away.
āYou know I didnāt mean that, I was just tiredāā
āIām sorry,ā he whispers, and the cheering behind you erupts, but the world between you stills.
The stadium burst into cheers for the next round of the competition, and his teammates are shouting his name, waving him over for the afterparty. āYuji! Letās go!ā
He hesitates.
Because he wants to stay. You can see that. But still, he pulls his hand back.
āIāll be right back, okay?ā he says, smiling the way he always doesāthe one that makes your chest warm and ache and twist all at once. āPromise.ā
You justā¦ nod. Itās easier than saying youāre not sure you believe it anymore.
And even in the blinding afternoon sun, the warmth he leaves you with still feels cold.
The bleachers, the crowd, the pats on his backāthey all drift into nothing.
Nothing matters.
Not when guilt claws at him with each step he takes further from you. He canāt stop himself, though.
He doesnāt deserve you, and even when he sees the faltering pain in your eyes, when it seems like heās ripped your whole heart out, even when he didnāt mean toā
He should walk away from you.
You deserve better.
But when the hair on his skin stands, the jolt of every nerve in his system sparking up, the dread of what heās always feared crawls back up into him.
He runs straight back to you.
You slowly step away from the crowd, letting the chatter fade into the background. The noise of the campus stadium and cheering grows distant, muffled, yet every step feels heavier than the last. Your bag drags against your shoulder, but truthfully, thatās not even whatās weighing you down.
Each breath catches in your chest as you walk through the shortcut through the science wing. Home. You just want to go home now.
The afternoon sun glares against the metal supports of the demo tents. You barely notice them. Instead, your mind is wrapped up in everything, and you hate that you even feel this way. Hate that even until now, every time you think youāve grown to be logical enough, your heart always gets the better of you.
Your steps echo softly within the hollow of your mind, seconds stretching into minutes, minutes into hours. You donāt even know how long youāve been walking. How far youāve wandered. All you know is that youāre all aloneāboth literally and in your head.
A loud metallic groan rips through the air.
Suddenly, the metal pole just above the building snaps. Thereās no thought, and only the sudden, sickening realisation that itās coming down.
Oh.
You just stand there, memories flashing through your eyes in replay.
Yuji flashes through your eyes.
This is itā
But suddenlyā¦ in the blink of an eye, all you see is a blur of red and blue.
Your chest slams against a familiar chest, and the world flips upside down for a heartbeat. Air screams past your ears. The pole crashes behind you, scattering debris, a deafening clatter that reverberates in your bones.
You gasp, clutching him, every nerve ending on fire. Pain lances through your arm where the pole grazed you, and your knee scrapes against the pavement as he manoeuvres you away.Ā
The wind tears at your hair, and even in the chaos, your mind reels.Ā
āYouā¦ you okay?ā His voice is low, urgent, but behind the mask, it trembles.
Itās Spider-Man.
But you canāt answer. Your body shakes, each blink glowing hotter and hotter as the weight of everything finally crashes.
āIāIāā You canāt finish.
Your throat tightens, and you simply break in his arms. His grip tightens, swinging you back toward a safer alleyway, ignoring the chatter, the noise, and everything else.
āItās okayā¦ youāre okay. Iāve got you,ā he whispers, and somewhere in the midst of it, his voice cracks.
āHey, look at me. Justājust look at me,ā he lowers himself beside you, knees hitting the cold concrete, his hands closing around yours with a trembling gentleness.Ā
You choke on a breath, shaking your head furiously, face buried in your arms. āI canātā¦ I canātāā
His voice softens, frays at the edges. āPlease. Breathe. Just breathe.ā
The tears spill faster, hot and relentless. Youāre folding in on yourself, small and shaken, and the words slip out in pieces you canāt hold back.
āIāYujiā¦ I canātā¦ I justā¦ā Your voice quivers. āI donāt want to be a burden. I donāt want toāā
āYouāre not!ā he almost shouts, but it cracks, breaking down into a whisper.
āDo you hear me? Your life matters. It matters.ā His breath trembles. His hands cup your face now, fingers digging into the sides of your jaw as he kneels beside you. āAnd if no one else can keep you safe, then I will. I will. So donāt everāever say that again.ā
Your sobs shake all the way through you, and he pulls you into him, arms banding around your body, holding you. Even then, the panic still claws at your ribs. He presses his forehead to yours, his voice barely holding itself together. āIāve got you. Justā¦ just trust me. Do you want to go home?ā
Youāre sobbing into his chest now. Your ribs are aching, your shoulders throbbing, and youāre stuttering in shallow gasps, yet somehow, with the last tiniest bit of strength left in you, you manage a nod.
His arms wrap around you again, lifting you gently. The wind roars past as he swings, your body cradled against his chest. The city blurs into streaks of silver and orange, but none of it grounds you. Everything still bites.
By the time he lands on your balcony, your legs buckle, and he sets you down with a quick turn away. Like he thinks he should leave. Like he thinks heās the problem.
Your chest caves in.
āI canātā¦ I donātāā you whisper, and then, with trembling fingers, you grasp his wrists.
He freezes, panic flashing behind the mask.
You tug him down to your level, breath shaky, heart ricocheting against your ribs.
You look up at him, heart pounding so loudly you can barely hear the storm around youāand for the first time, Yuji wants nothing more than to rip off his mask. Right here. Right now.
Because trust has always felt like something he wasnāt allowed to haveā¦ yet here you are, the one constant in the chaos of his double life, holding onto him like heās the only steady thing in your world.
The home he was never sure Yuji Itadori deserves, not when Spider-Manās saving lives, all the while Yuji is running late for another hangout somewhere else.
The slope of his jaw beneath the mask, the shape of his shoulders beneath the soaked suit, the faint scent of detergent he always uses at home. Youāre exhaustedātired of the uncertainty, tired of the guessingāeverything about him feels almost too familiar.
It breaks something loose inside you. āYujiā¦?āĀ
Your voice is barely more than a breath, but to him, it lands even harder than lightning.
He freezes.
He doesnāt breathe, doesnāt even move a muscle.
Not even when your fingers slide to the edge of his mask, and in a heartbeat of terror and clarity, you pull it up.Ā
Your world stops.
The way his voice cracks in the exact shape of Yujiās kindness, the way he whispers comfort with words only Yuji has ever spoken to you. The way he knows exactly how to hold you, just like Yuji did when you both danced in that one street.
And now, seeing himāwet-faced, trembling, eyes glassy with fear and reliefāit hits you like a punch straight through the ribs.
āYāYouā¦ā His voice breaks. āIām sorryāI was going to tell you, I swear, I justāā
You donāt let him finish.
You just lean in and kiss him. Desperate, shaking. Relief, anger, and love all at once. Fearāthat you couldāve lost him before you ever got to say any of it.
Itās right there and then he goes stiff with shockā¦ before he finally melts with a shaky exhale, pulling you so close your feet practically leave the ground.
āYouā¦ youāre alive,ā he whispers into your hair as he pulls back slightly, forehead resting against yours.
āI thoughtāGod, I thought I lost you.ā His voice cracks as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, arms still locked around you.
Your fingers curl into the back of his suit. ā...Donāt go.ā
He lifts his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. His forehead presses to yours, his breath shuddering.
āStay. Please.ā
Youāre whispering, shaking. He looks at you for a secondāand it doesnāt take another until his lips crash into yours again.
The floorboards creak. The air is heavy. Kiniroās sleeping somewhere in the kitchen, but your legs are wrapped tight around Yujiās waist now. Heās holding you up, fingers digging into your thighs.
āWaitāā He cuts you off with another kiss as he stumbles into the living room, lights still off.
Your hands gently clutch the back of his suit even tighter. Your kisses are sloppy, frantic, and desperate. He quickly yanks his mask off, throwing it straight at the couch while he lifts you like nothing with one hand.
āSorry,ā he mumbles, but heās already back to nibbling your bottom lip, working his way up to your breathless gasps.
āMmā¦ Yuji,ā Your fingers lace through the pink threads of his hair, ruffling through them as something pools just beneath your stomach.Ā
The door rattles behind you as he pushes it open with your back against it, a creak rattling across, and when he does pull away, a drool lingers just between the two of you, and he looks up at you, lifted, like the most gorgeous angel ever. You pant, hand grasping his clothed bicep, as he presses a thumb under your chin, tipping your head further back.Ā
Heās wanted this for the last five years of his life, and now here you areālost in it and in his armsāhe just might explode into a million pieces.
āI love you,ā he peppers even more kisses, agonisingly dragging a trail from your chin, all the way up to your drooped eyelids, hazy, muzzy even as your breath heaves with each gasp. āSo fucking much.ā
Your heartās also pounding loudly, and even when he plops you down on his bed, you refuse to let go. You watch as he fumbles the unbuttoning of your clothes, and you tilt your head back as he trails even more wet kisses on your face. His knee slides right between your legs.
Goosebumps trail each time his lips meet your skin, and his fingers are still gripped tight onto the flesh of your thighs. His bed, his taste, your head is so intoxicated with him, itās driving you insane. Even inhaling the fresh lemon detergent of his sheets makes you nuzzle against it, whining as he plants yet another kiss on your neck.
āSlow down,ā you sigh, threading your fingers through his hair as he trails down to your stomach, nails scratching his scalp as he nuzzles into your touch, kissing the thin fabric separating you from his desperate mouth.
But as drunk as he is, lost in the whirlwind of your moans driving him insanely, unbearably hot amidst the cold air, he pauses for a second.
Just above your stomach, he slowly turns to look up at you. ā...Are you okay with this?ā
He looks up at you like heās worshipping a goddess, because even in all your dazedness, youāre drop-dead gorgeousāeyes glossy, lips curled, breath panting.
āMhmā¦ā He instantly snuggles his face into your stomach, making you giggle, āWhat theāYuji!ā
Every kiss feels like worship, his mouth tracing shakingly down the insides of your thighs until he reaches the heat between them. With a gentle press of his hands, he nudges your legs apart and slips your pants down your hips, letting them fall away completely.
He goes utterly still.
God, he thinks, itās so fucking pretty. And even though heās never done this before, not really, heās seen enough, learned enough, to know what to do.
His thumbs glide through your slickness and gently spread you open, baring every trembling part of you to his stare. The cold whisper of air makes you shift and whimper, embarrassment warming your cheeks. You donāt see it, thoughāthe way his gaze drops, dark with want, his breath nearly catching at the sight of you.
Slowly, he leans in, breath warm against you before his tongue draws a long, deliberate lick through your folds. He canāt help but utter a low, hungry groan rumbling from his chest.
āFuckā¦ taste so sweet,ā he mutters against you, hips pressing hard into the mattress as if he canāt help himself.
āYujiāā Your back bows off the sheets in an instant, a startled cry slipping out as your thighs snap around his head.
But he only growls softly in response, arms locking around your legs to hold you open for him. He doesnāt stopānot for a secondāas he devours you, messy yet greedy, drinking down every drop of your sweet slick.
His throaty groan vibrates straight through you, sending shivers up your spine. Your jaw falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you melt back into the mattress. "You're so beautifulā so..."
He canāt help itācanāt help melting into your taste.
His mouth grows sloppier, jaw loosening so he can slurp louder, tongue moving with sprouting confidence. He circles your clit again and again, then dips lower, pushing his tongue clumsily but tenderly into your heat. His lashes brush his cheeks as he moves, muddled and klutzyāyet careful, and worshipping you with every greedy stroke.
Your fingers glide down your stomach, trembling as you reach for him, burying your hand in his hair. At the same time, your nails drag lightly across the nape of his neck as you tug him closer, guiding him deeper between your thighs. He groans into you, then pulls back only long enough to slick his fingers with his tongue before rubbing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. Silently, he watches your slick drip down, following the trail with dark, dilated eyes.
Your tongue slips out, thumb brushing your lower lip as you look down at him. The sight alone makes him shudder.
āAre you okay?ā he murmurs.
Heat flares over your cheeks, but you nod with a soft, breathy hum, lips parted as he lowers his mouth again. He laps at your folds slowly, savouring you, sweet warmth spilling over his tongue while he keeps his gaze on you.
āMhmā¦ Yuā¦ā you breathe, a small moan escaping as your lids grow heavy again.
Something warm blooms in his chest at the sight of you weakly squirming, voice all soft and sweet, and he dives back to your clit. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud until your moans climb higher, your hips jerking. Heās rutting subtly into the mattress.
āYuāahh, Iām gonnaāgonna cumāā Your legs tremble, thighs trying to snap shut on instinct, but he only tightens his arms around them, holding you open as his mouth works you through itāpushing you right to the edge.
And then youāre falling.
Your jaw drops slack, tongue lolling slightly as stars burst behind your eyelids. You gasp out a broken āHaaghāā all the while, soft, desperate moans spill from your lips.
The sound you make has him tensing all over again, breath catching as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. His eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, watching the way your lashes flutter, and how your body trembles with the aftershocks he pulled out of you.
He stares like heās mesmerised.
And in the heat of it, he just canāt stop himself.
His thumb finds your clit again, pressing lightly, and your words dissolve into breathy whines. He's talking you through it. Watching as your pretty lashes kiss your cheeks as your hips lift, chasing more, and he gives it to youāsliding a finger inside with a low, desperate sound.
āYour voiceā¦ fuckāā he groans, the sound almost a plea.
You yelp, grip tighteningāone hand buried in his hair, the other fisting the sheets.
Then he adds a second finger, humming as your walls stretch around him, giving you barely a heartbeat before heās thrusting them in and out, building pace. Your eyes go wide, back arching sharply, nails sinking into his bicep as he peppers kisses up your neck.
āIāY-Yujiāahh, pleaseāI just cameāā Your voice breaks so sweetly it nearly kills him, and maybe he should give you a second to breatheābut heās already kissing down your chest, already pulling your top up without you noticing, clumsily unclasping your bra with unsteady fingers.
Heās dreamed of tasting you like this for years. God, you canāt even imagine.
His tongue drags over your nipple, lips closing around it as his fingers keep working you open, and all he can thinkāwatching you squeeze his arm, bury your face in his shoulder, thighs trembling around his wristāis how heartbreakingly cute you are, and how intoxicatingly soft your breasts feel.
Your legs shake as he finally pulls his fingers out, and he pops them into his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you in all his dazed hunger. You feel yourself grow embarrassed at the obscene sight, your lips part in silent awe, chest rising and falling as you watch him.
Finally, after what seems like forever, he reaches for his suit, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. His hands fumble with his boxersāslow, torturousāand you canāt tear your gaze from the dark shape straining against the fabric.
When it slips free, your breath catches. Your heart lurches into your throat.
Itās fucking huge. Your pupils blow wide, a tiny sound catching in your throat. He gathers the pre-cum on his thumb, spreading it over the swollen head before settling beside you on the bed.
ā'Kay, angelā¦ā he exhales, voice shaking, āthink weāreā¦ goodā¦ā
Your face burns, dizzy with need. His lips find yours again as he rocks his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing you both. You grind up instinctively, but he pulls back with sudden panic in his eyes. āShitācondomāā
You cut him off. āIām safe.ā
He freezes. Looks at you once, and his fingers tremble. Both of you are flushed, breathless, then he kisses you againāharder, desperate.Ā
āI fuckināā heās gasping through each clumsy kiss, āfuckāI love youāso fuckinā much.ā
The wordsāmessy, breathless, dripping with sincerityāturn your mind to nothing but mush. By the time he settles back between your thighs, lifting your legs high around his waist, youāre already trembling. A slow, burning stretch blossoms inside you as he presses just the head of his cock in.
āTell me if it hurts,ā he murmurs.
āNghāYujāā you start, but he kisses you before the rest can leave your lips, fingers threading through your hair with such tenderness it makes your chest ache.
āYouāre, urgh, doing so wellā¦ Yeahā¦ā He watches in fascination at the lewd scene of your cunt taking in his cock. āFuckāso fuckinā goodāā
He's panting, eyes fixed on where your bodyās parting around him. Heās only seen stuff like this on his phone, but it doesnāt compare to the real thing, and the sight alone makes him choke on a groan.
Your moan breaks loose, higher and needier as he rocks his hips, inching in deeper. Youāre tightāso tightāand the mix of pressure and pleasure has you clinging to him, whining when his hand squeezes your thigh.
āI-Itās okay, angelāfuck, b-breathe,ā he huffs, eyes squeezing shut as a low groan rumbles out of him. āIām not gonna last like this, baby.ā
The name hits you like a sparkāyour body involuntarily clenches around him, and he notices instantly. He lifts his head despite the sweat trailing down his temple, a breathless, smug little smile tugging at his lips.
āYou l-like that, baby?ā he teases, voice cracked and warm. His hand cups your chin, guiding your gaze back to him as he pants through the ache.
āY-Yujā¦ā you whisper, gasping as he sinks in deeper. You nuzzle instinctively into his palm, stroking your cheek.
And fuckāyou canāt expect him to hold back when youāre kissing the rough heel of his hand like that.
He canāt doesnāt wait for you to adjust fully. His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue greedy and eager as he kisses you like heās drowning. Because really, he is, with how his knees shake as he digs into the mattress, all before he slowly thrusts forwardāeach controlled drag burying more of his thick length deeper inside you.
You cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, into the hard cut of muscle beneath his skin, and he grunts at the sting, hips rutting deeper, each movement slow and heavy enough to make your breath stutter.
You feel everythingāevery ridge, every pulse, every maddening inch of him, and your moans twist into soft, breathy cries, mixing with his low, guttural groans against your lips.
You donāt even hear how the roomās engulfed with nothing but the lewd squelches echoing through the quiet now, his hips softly plapping against you, grunting in your ear whenever you unintentionally clench around him.
Your soft whines turn into sweet cries, and his eyes dilate in awe, cheeks flushed as your vision blurs. Your wet lips part, crying his name over and over, and with each cry, you can feel him somehow grow even larger as he kisses your cervix like heās addicted.
āAnghāwait!ā you whine, grasping his nape, back arching as he continues his torturous pace, the burning yet filling stretch leaving you breathless.
Your mind is scrambled, completely lost to the pleasure as you try to adjust, but heās already slowly picking up his pace. And it didnāt matter how pathetic your whines got, or how much you came, because he's just kissing you with worship, peppering every part of you like youāre heaven itself, tongue peeking into your mouth again.
And heās hooked. Hooked with how every time he tries to pull, youāre sucking him back in.
āItās too muchāYujāPleaseāā and heās also whimpering right above you.
āHaahāFuck, fuck, Iām close, babyāā his lips part, groaning when you instinctually clench around him again.
He swallows each pathetic whine of yours and vice versa, grunting into you with every thrust, both of you panting against each other.
Your mouthās dangling open with trails of drool, and each time he whispers sweet praises of how gorgeous you are, you canāt help but string out moans and whimpers, filling the thick air of his bedroom. āYouāre taking meā¦ so wellā¦ ā
You can hardly squeeze any comprehensible thoughts out of you, and your head falls back against him, strength slipping away, hips quivering as quiet whimpers escape you. āHnngh, Y-Yujiii..."
āCan I cum inside?ā
āM-Mhmm,ā you agree instantly, breath catching as your body betrays you. Youāve forgotten long ago, anyway, how to resist him.
A certain shiver ripples through you, and Yujiās pace picks up even more, breath even heavier for the release he's been saving just for you, his whole life.
āBaby,ā He pleads. āFuck, baby, pleaseāLook at me,ā
The same strong hand on your jaw softly tilts your head to turn, and your eyes meet his dilated pupils. āCan you feel that? Feel what you do to me? What youāve been doing to me, baby? Nghāā
You feel him rolling the rest of his cock deeper inside you while heās whimpering, and all at once, the air seems to leave your lungs as he slides his arms beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Before you can even register whatās happening, heās standing with you in his arms, the weight and closeness leaving your heart racing.
"Does this feel better for you?ā
As if. Your legs go weak in his arms, trembling as your body twitches now with every subtle movement he makes. Youāre completely at his mercy, breath catching and chest rising and falling faster than you can control. Tiny, messy traces fall from your lips, dripping out onto the floor with soft splatters down below.
He spreads you out wider, aims sliding beneath your thighs, and fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. You feel like youāre simply floating, all whilst he hauls you up and down his cock, leaving you helpless as you sink back into everything heās sliding desperately into you.
āN-Ngh, Yujā!ā Your voice catches, eyes misting as he burrows closer into the crook of your neck.
A deep, almost dizzying warmth pulses through you, and suddenly, it all bursts. Your hands claw at his back, squirming and desperate for the grounding presence of him. He huffs against your skin as well, breath ragged. His voice drops eager, and you feel it shiver straight through you. āHaahā¦ Iām so close.ā
All you can do is tremble around him, giving a slow, lazy nod, lost in the crazed intensity between you.
Heās spilling every rope of cum inside you, and even through it, he doesnāt stop. He keeps a slower, gentler pace, thrusts kissing your cervix even more like heās thanking you, same as how heās peppering your face with kisses now.
"Yujiā¦"
He pants softly in your ear, plopping his cock out tiredly from your hole and onto your bed below. Both of you are still heaving; your bodies stay pressed tightly together.
You murmur from underneath his weight, voice muffled against his shoulder, and it makes him melt as he still holds you close.
āI love you so much... Fuck, Iām sorry I acted like a jerk,ā he whispers, gazing into your tired, adoring eyes. āIāll jump off a cliff if I ever make you cry again.ā
You laugh, playfully punching his arm. With a quick peck to his nose, youāre already readjusting so you can straddle him again.
He traces a finger gently along your lips, a little grin on his face.
You raise a brow. āWhat?ā
āCan we umāā he leans in for a quick kiss, āCan we try doggy style now?ā
Okay, cross his weird cooking showsāyouāre monitoring his weird porn stash too.
Everything aches when you wake up.
Your arms are stiff, and your legs are all sore, peppered with bite marks and faint crescents from last night. Sunlight filters through the peeping blinds, painting golden stripes across the bed, but thatās not the only weight youāre feeling on top of you.
Yujiās arm is draped over yours now, warm and comfortably heavy. Heās sprawled on his stomach beside you, hair a chaotic mess, eyelids shut, face practically buried in the pillow. You shift slightly, wincing at the soreness, and his eyes snap open like heās sensed you awake.
Under his breath, a groan escapes him, followed by a tilt of the head as he glances at you, face squished adorably into the pillow. The memories of last night hit you like a freight train, and your face instantly blooms scarlet.
āGood morning,ā he whispers, lips curling into a smile.
āā¦Morning,ā you croak, voice hoarse.
He instantly breaks into laughter, rolling lazily onto his back beside you while you frown at him, still too self-conscious.
Your gaze drifts over him unconsciously, eyes tracing over last nightās scratches on his broad back. The little ridges where his elbows pressed into you, his chest rising and falling from sleep andā¦ other marks. His ears are pink, warm under the sunlight, and he buries his face into your hair, all snuggled with you. Both of you stay like that for a few heartbeats, breathing each other in, disbelief lingering like the soft haze after fireworks.
Eventually, you reach for your phone, which youād carelessly tossed on the bedside table yesterday. But when the lock screen lights up, your heart nearly jumps out of your throat.
āWhatāā Yuji murmurs, groggy and confused.
āI have class in thirty minutes!ā you gasp, scrambling off the bed despite the soreness. āI cannot miss this one!ā
His eyes instantly widen, and before you can blink, heās already on his feet. He rushes over to your side, scooping you into his arms as he carries you bridal-style to the shower.
āIāll get your clothes, uhā hold on!ā he calls, and just like that, heās darting to your room, leaving you blinking and flustered.Ā
The showerās warmth does little to soothe the ache of your limbs, but you linger just long enough to pull the towel tight around yourself. When you finally do open the bathroom door, you freeze.
Spider-Man. In. The. Flesh.
Heās standing there, folded clothes in hand, looking every bit like the superhero he is. Though the awkward, nervous smile beneath it? 100% Yuji. You pause, staring, and when you finally reach for your clothes, you whisper a hurried thanks, cheeks burning.
He gives a little wave back at you.
Youāre not telling him thanks, this time, thoughāwhen fast-forward five minutes, youāre in the air, soaring past skyscrapers, strapped in some ridiculous ghost mask he bought last Halloween.
Your stomach flips every time the wind picks up, hair whipping across your face, and the city below blurs into dizzying streaks of light. When you eventually land in a quiet alleyway, youāre gasping for breath, legs trembling, and he finally lets go of your waist. You glance at your watch.
Ten minutes leftācue panic.
You start to turn and dash, but canāt resist sneaking one last glance over your shoulder. Yuji simply stands there, chest heaving, mask slightly crooked, head tilted. He's waving you to get moving already.
But you canāt leave it at that, so quickly, you run back, grab his clenched fists gently in one hand, and lift his mask just slightly to plant a brief peck on his lips.
āThanks,ā you whisper. And before he can say a word, youāre offārushing back into the bustle, heart hammering, adrenaline still sending quivers through your shaky legs.
"Oh my god...." He dramatically leans back against the cold alley wall, sliding down slowly while clutching at his own head beneath his zipped get-up.
His suit definitely needs an upgrade from Megumi, he thinks, because youād left him totally knocked out.
And right now, his brain is half-filled with how easily you just slipped awayāthe other half overclocking on how he's so, so down bad for you.
A pigeon coos from above, judgmental in its stare.
Class has barely ended when your phone buzzes. The hallway is in its usual chaosāsneakers squeaking across scuffed linoleum, laughter ricocheting, backpacks slung over shoulders. Youāre juggling your bag, your water bottle, and an overdue sense of exhaustion as you pull out your phone, fully expecting a group chat notification or a calendar reminder.
But then you see the name on the screen. Yuji.
Yuji: look at the manhattan bridge :))
Your brows knit, confused, but curiosity wins still, and you turn toward the tall window overlooking the city, breath fogging faintly against the cold glass. The sky is rinsed in a soft apricot glow today, dripping over the skyline like spilt honey. Its golden hour tints with warmth, enough to melt even the sharpest edges of steel and glass.
And thatās when you see it.
Strung between the beams like frost, shimmering in the golden, like itās snared a wandering cloud amidst the bleeding skyāthree words are strung across the Manhattan Bridge in enormous, gleaming webs.
Each letter is woven thick, looped around half a dozen times so they wonāt blow away in the wind.
Your eyes widen. There is absolutely no way.
I LOVE YOU.
Your heart skips violently, and your breath stumbles out of your chest in a gasp.
A stupid, giddy laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, and your hand flies to your mouth as if you can physically push your stunned smile back in.
āIdiotā¦ā you whisper.
Around you, other students press against the windows, whispering, pointing. Someone mutters,
āBrother did a whole Hollywood signā¦ā
āIs Spider-Man in love?? With who??ā
Your phone buzzes again.
Yuji: empty classroom, east wing. the one w the broken light. hurry! :(
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off the warmth spreading through your chest as you practically float down the hallway. Your steps are light, your face is on fire, and your heart's busy doing backflips inside.
By the time you reach the forgotten old classroom in the east wing, your pulse is sprinting. The door sits slightly open, the flickering ceiling light casting lazy pulses of brightness across the desks like itās trying, yet failing, to stay conscious.
You push the door open.
And there he is. Yuji stands near one of the desks, mask pulled back and tucked into his hood, pink-peach curls mussed from the wind.
His cheeks are flushed, hoodie slightly crooked, and even though heās leaning like heās been waiting forever, he probably swung here mere seconds just before you arrived.
How do you know that? Because the flowers in his hands look like they've just gone through hell and back.
When he sees you, something in him softens so completely it makes your breath catch.
āHey,ā he says, smile tugging gently at the corners of his mouth.
Itās so pure, so bright, it almost tricks you into thinking he didnāt just do something as insane as webbing a literal confession across a whole bridge.
You let out a breathy laugh as you approach him. āYujiā¦ you webbed the entire Manhattan Bridge.ā
He rubs the back of his neck, practically glowing.
āIāuhāwanted to make sure you saw it?ā He winces. āAnd that you didnāt think I was joking.ā
His voice gentles. āI mean it.ā
Before your brain can even catch up with your racing heart, he reaches out. His hands slip like usual to your waist.
He looks at you like sunlight through glass, stars folding into themselvesāunfathomable heaven of devotion graced into every line of his expression.
āYou ready to go home?ā he asks softly.Ā
You wrap your arms around him.
āYeah,ā you whisper, and his forehead drops to your shoulder in the tiniest, softest surrender.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as you giggle and ruffle his hair.
āI love you too, silly.ā
Outside, the sun sinks slowly behind the skyline, ember light scattered across the room as it catches on a stray fleck of web on Yujiās sleeve. It glows like silver fire as he lifts you effortlessly, stepping toward the window. You simply cling to him, heart soaring as he pushes the pane open and the cool wind rushes in.
With a soft laugh, Yuji leaps, both of you cutting through the evening breeze as the city roars beneath.
Taxis honk, trains rattle, pedestrians shout, but everything muffles the moment his arm curls tighter around you.
With him, flying feels safe.
With him, the city feels small.
With him, the skyline with I LOVE YOU strung across it feels like the only world that matters.
He steals a glance at you mid-swing, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
New York watches as he swings past skyscrapersāand this time, he isn't alone. He holds you like he has nowhere else to be but by your side, basking in the afterglow of a love he had written across the skyline just for you.Ā
Petals float below from the two of you, and you say his words back. Barely louder than the wind, but just enough for him, and only him, to hear.
It's what youāve found between this litany of quiet youāve both settled into:
āHome.ā
CH 1 ā CH 2 ā CH 3 ąŖāā“
CH 2āwith great power comes great responsibility; and a thousand reasons to run. his father left him grief, your mother gave him rules. you gave him a reason to stay.
I think itās a pretty universal agreement that katsuki isnāt really that good at expressing his emotions, soo I often see him being prone to VERY confusing situationships.
likee get this: heās out here in the middle of the night waiting outside your apartment with a small plastic bag in his hands while the other is knocking the heck out your door.
he swore that the food he gave you was only made cuz he got bored and canāt sleep. you knew that it wasnāt the case, but you believed him anyway. (youād like to assume that he made it during his day off when he was thinking of what new dish to make for your dinner.)
ākats, itās literally 1am.ā
āwell i canāt fucking sleep and you probably havenāt had dinner yet. so youāre fucking welcome, moron.ā
talk your talk i guess then.
next thing you knew, you're body hits against the kitchen counter while caged in between his biceps. both your lips were moving in sync as your hands frantically roamed around each other. your tank top was already long gone somewhere on the floor along with his hoodie and white shirt.
he hooks your legs up around his waist lifting you on the counter as his lips drifted down your neck. the food he left on the table was already getting cold. but let's be real, that dinner was already cancelled the second he walked in.
āwe really shouldnāt be seeing each other like this.ā
āsays the one who leaned in firstā he whispered.
Summary: In the final war you aided Edgeshot in bringing Bakugo back to life with your healing quirk. However the damage done to your body from the backlash was irreversible. You could no longer be the hero you dreamed of being. You still tried to live life and even moved away for a bit. But now youāre back and Bakugo has been your aggressive nurse, but when he finds out things you havenāt told him he feels like he hadnāt paid you back at all. So when he finds out Mina is moving out, he feels like he finally has the opportunity to.
tags: slowburn, mutual pining, fluff, SMUT! Unprotected p in v.
Katsuki stepped into the hallway and immediately pulled out his phone. He tapped his messages with Uraraka, his fingers flying across the keyboard with his usual aggressive energy.
Bakugo: Yeah, yeah, shut up about it. Iāll be there. Just stop texting me this early.
Before he could even lock the screen, his phone began to vibrate. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, seeing the caller ID: [AGENCY PR - MIURA].
"What?" he sighed, not even bothering with a greeting as he stomped toward the elevator.
"Bakugo, good morning," the voice on the other end was smooth, professional, and entirely too cheerful for Katsukiās mood. "I'm just calling to make sure you saw the engagement numbers from the photos leaked last week. The pictures were a massive hit. Your likeability rating among the general public has spiked by twelve percent overnight. People love seeing the Angry Hero actually being human with someone like Uraraka."
Katsuki leaned his head back against the elevator wall, closing his eyes. "I don't give a damn about the personality ratings, Miura. I did the walk. Iām doing the dinner. Weāre done after this, right?"
"Almost. We need a few more candid shots at the restaurant tonight to solidify the narrative. Look, I know itās a pain, but if you want to break top 10 again, your public image needs some softening. Just keep playing the devoted boyfriend for a few more weeks. Itās helping her get funding and support for her quirk counseling, too. It's a win-win."
"Whatever," Katsuki growled, his jaw tightening so hard it ached. "Iām hanging up."
"7:00 PM! Don't be late! And smile!"
He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket. He hated it. He hated every fake smile, every staged walk, every ship post that flooded the internet.
The PR team had been clear, if the public found out he was seeing someone else while they were pushing the Uraraka narrative, it would look like a scandal, not a romance. Causing harm to both of their ratings.
He thought he was protecting you, protecting your privacy by keeping you out of the mess of his professional life. He had no idea that you were upstairs, staring at your phone, spiraling with every scroll.
You barely even had to search for it, it was right there on the Explore page.
#Kacchako was trending.
Your stomach sinking lower with every swipe as you read threads of fanās speculations. Photos from a recent patrol showed Katsuki and Uraraka standing close, deep in conversation. Another shot blurry, taken by a passerby showed them in civilian clothes outside a cafe, Uraraka laughing while Katsuki looked down at her.
A thread of high-resolution photos filled your screen. In the photos, Katsuki was in his usual black hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets, but he was leaning in toward Uraraka. She was smiling, her hand on his arm.
One caption read: āSpotted! Are the rumors true? The explosive hero finally softening up for Uravity? They look so domestic!ā The comments were worse. Thousands of fans gushing about how "balanced" they were, how they were the "it" couple of the Pro Hero world.
āTheyāre literally the power couple.ā
āRemember when they fought in the sports festival?!ā
āThe way he looks at her?? Itās over for everyone else.ā
āRumor is theyāve been seeing each other privately for months.ā
You felt a painful lump growing in your throat. You looked down at the spot where he had kissed and held you. Where heād built a fortress of his arms around you last night, suddenly felt like a cruel misunderstanding.
Iām so stupid, wait what about Midoriya? Does he know? Did everyone know but me? Do all my friends secretly think they are better together? Do they even like me?
You didn't move, you couldn't. If you moved, youād have to acknowledge the searing jealousy or the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and the fact that you are stupid for not noticing. So you laid back down pulling the covers trying to hide from everything. Your mind was already spiraling, overthinking every touch from the past week, through a new, distorted lens.
The restaurant was the kind of authentic spicy place that Katsuki usually loved, but tonight his favorite dishes tasted bland without you.
Across from him, Uraraka was playing her part to perfection. She was leaning forward, her chin in her hand, smiling as if he were telling the most captivating story in the world. He wasnāt. Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki could see the photographer the agency had planted three tables over, to capture their "love."
"Bakugo, breathe," she whispered, her smile never wavering. "Itās just an hour. Then you can go back to her."
"I donāt want to be hereā¦no offense," he muttered, his eyes were fixed on his phone, which sat silent on the table. He was waiting for a text from you, anything to know you were okay. He hadnāt heard from you all day.
"I donāt want to be here either," she leveled with him. She took a sip of her drink, looking past him to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "But we agreed. Three more dates and the agency lets us announce a mutual, friendly breakup once the rankings stabilize. Weāre almost there."
"I don't have 'almost there' in me," he finally looked up at her.
His phone buzzed. A notification from the camera sensor: Front Door Open.
He called you. Once. Twice. Nothing. He texted: Where the hell are you? Are you okay? Pick up! Y/N L/N ANSWER. Silence.
āI have to go, tell em I was sick or something,ā he turned away not looking back at her.
āW-wait what happened?ā
Uraraka watched him ignore her and beeline for the door. He wasnāt trying to be rude but he was convinced you were lying in a ditch somewhere or having a seizure because you wouldn't pick up your damn phone.
He pulled up your location, you were at the park near the apartment. By the time he got to the park, it was dimly lit, but he saw you near a stone fountain. You werenāt having a seizure. You werenāt passed out in the street.
Instead you were chatting up with the delivery guy, that same smug, extra who had eyed you up during move-in day. Katsuki was trying to figure out if this was planned or not. Maybe you two just happen to run into each other. Right?
"Yeah, I loved that place," the delivery guy smiled, leaning in. "Maybe we could go sometime, you know if youāre noā"
"Sheās busy."
"Katsuki?" You blinked, stumbling back a step. "What are you doing here? Aren't youā"
"You left the apartment?!," he snapped, stepping directly into your space, completely ignoring the other guy. "I tracked your location. I called you. I texted you. And fucking nothing! Are you actively trying to take years off my life, or are you just stupid?!"
"Whoa, dude, back off," the delivery guy said, stepping forward. "You can't just yell at herā"
Katsuki didn't even look at him. He just whipped his hand around, a sharp SNAP-POP of an explosion detonating inches from the guy. "Shut the hell up! This doesn't concern you! Do you want to die?"
"What? stop it!" You shoved his shoulder, your voice furious. "Get away from him! What the fuck is your actual problem?! You don't get to run over here and play the overprotective āboyfriendā when you're supposed to be on a date with Uraraka!"
The delivery guy didn't care to to stick around, realizing that this was something he wasnāt going to get in the middle of it. He just slowly walked away, then he practically sprinted away.
"What is my problem?!" Katsuki shouted, turning on you. His fists were clenched so tight they were shaking, involuntary sparks popping faintly against his palms. "Youāre what my problem is! Youāre out here with unanswered texts, ignoring your phone, walking around by your goddamn self when you know what can happen if you have an episode alone!"
"I was getting fresh air, Katsuki! Obviously I wasnāt alone since you decided to be a fucking stalker!" you yelled back, frustration boiling over as tears stung your own eyes. "Why do you even care? Youāre supposed to be on a date right now! What, did you tell Uraraka to be able to leave?"
Katsuki froze. The defensive glare in his eyes was replaced with a sudden confusion. "What? Round face? What the hell are you talking aboutāare youā
Then, it clicked. You must have seen the the photos. The realization stripped away his immediate defense mechanism. He knew that youād see it, but he wanted to be the one to explain it. A harsh, broken laugh escaped him. He shoved his hands through his hair.
"A date? Iām not out on a fucking date with her!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "It was a PR stunt! The agency set it up because of the media rankings, and I couldn't get out of it! I didn't want to go! I didnāt want to be anywhere near her, I wantedā"
He choked on his own breath, angry tears finally spilling over and tracking down his cheek. He was furious that he was crying, furious at the world, but most of all furious with himself.
"I wanted to be with you!", his chest heaving. "Iāve wanted to be with you for so fucking long it makes me sick! And I hate it because it took me literally dying, me being weak and needing you to rescue me for me to finally fucking see you!"
You took a step back, stunned by the sheer force of his emotion, but he kept coming, desperate for you to understand.
"Every single day," his voice becoming raw, trembling with an agony and longing heād kept hidden behind chores and medical schedules. "Every time you can't get out of bed, every time your body betrays you, every time you have a seizure... itās because of me. Itās my fault you canāt be a hero! I took that from you! I'm the reason you had to retire!"
He felt like his body was becoming hallowed out the more he vomited his feelings.
"I have no right to you! I know that! At first... yeah, it was about a debt. I felt so goddamn guilty I thought if I took care of you, if I became the number one hero for you since you couldn't do it anymore, it would fix it. But it didn't fix anything, it just made it worse, because I fell in love with you! Knowing that I donāt get to want you!"
He was openly crying now, angry, heartbroken tears running down his face as he stared at you with a vulnerability that felt almost holy.
"At some point, I stopped wanting to be the best for myself. I wanted to be the best because of you. I don't want to be your friend, or your roommate, or some fucking caretaker youāre tethered to out of necessity! I want to be the one you lean on because you want to. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like you were laughing with that idiot just now. I want to be the one who keeps you safe. I want to be the one who gets to love you."
Katsuki took a shaky uneven breath, his hands running through his hair. Then dropping them to his sides, completely spent and exposed.
"So don't look at me and think I'm out replacing you," he whispered, his voice cracking on the final words. "There is nobody else. Itās only ever been you. Iām yours, Iāve always been yours.
The heavy silence settled around you both again, but the air felt entirely different now, it felt thick with the weight of everything he had just confessed.
Your heart was hammering so hard that it made your ears ring. The sheer magnitude of his words, combined with the sudden rush of adrenaline, made the world slightly blurred. Your knees buckled as a wave of dizziness washed over you.
Katsukiās caught it instantly. The furious, heartbroken expression on his face vanished, replaced by slight panic.
"Heyā!"
His hands shot out gripping your waist and steadying your shoulders, anchoring you before you could fall. He brought his face close to yours, his eyes scanning yours frantically. "Hey, breathe. Is it an episode? Do you need your meds?"
You didnāt speak. You just stared at him, your breath hitching. Up close, you could see the damp tracks of tears on his face, his eyelashes still wet. Slowly you lifted a hand and wiped a stray tear from his cheek with your thumb. Your own tears finally spilled over, blurring your vision.
"You idiot," you choked out, your throat tightening. "Iām not having an episode. Iām just... you're a lot."
Katsuki let out a ragged breath, leaning his forehead against yours for a brief second, his grip tightening on your waist. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I love you too, Katsuki," the words tumbling out before you could lose your nerve.
He stiffened against you, his breath catching in his throat, subconsciously pulling you tighter into him.
"I love you so much," you wept, your hands moving to bunch into the fabric of his jacket.
"But I was scared. I th- I thought you should be with someone healthy. I thought you were forcing yourself to be here because you felt obligated. Or responsible for me. Even when I hoped you might feel something more... I kept telling myself it was just pity. Not love."
You looked up at him, your heart completely bare. "But I wanted you. I wanted you so it physically hurt, like an ache that wouldnāt go away."
Katsuki stared at you utterly speechless, completely undone by the realization of how much time you both wasted by being silent.
He didn't know what to say. So, he didn't say anything.
He leaned in, crashing his lips against yours. It was a bit messy and rough, fueled by the adrenaline, the yearning, and the sheer relief of hearing your confession. But the intensity of the kiss was genuine deep love. His hands slid from your waist to cup your face, pulling you closer. When he finally pulled back to breathe, you rested your cheek into his hand.
"Itās always been you, too," you murmured softly.
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped Katsukiās chest. The tension was finally dissipating, leaving a warmth behind.
You sniffled and huffed out a laugh, looking back up at him. "You know...that delivery guy is probably going to be your number one hater."
Katsuki scoffed, an arrogant smirk finally tugging at the corner of his lips, "Who cares about that extra? If he knows whatās good for him, heāll keep his distance anyway."
Neither of you noticed the faint, distinct click of a camera shutter from the shadow of the nearby bushes. The paparazzi, who had followed Bakugo from his ruined PR date, had just captured the shot of a lifetime.
Katsuki leaned down and kissed you again, a softer sweeter one this time, before pulling back. "You ever tell anyone I was crying out here, and Iāll blast you into next week. Got it?"
Then he remembered why he was even out here in the first place, his face contorted back into a frown, and he yelled, "And you're a fucking moron! Walking out here by yourself, ignoring my calls, not answering the damn phone! Do you have any idea how freaked out I was?!"
You rolled your eyes, a smile breaking across your face as you leaned back against his hold. "Can I have the lovey dovey sappy Katsuki back, please?"
Katsuki let out a loud, dramatic groan, shrugging his shoulders but keeping his arm securely wrapped around your waist to guide you back towards the apartment.
"Hah?! Don't get used to it! You get one sappy speech a year, and you just blew your budget."
The drive back to the apartment was suffocating, with a heavy sexual tension that made every breath feel twice as loud.
Ever since last night, things had been precarious. You both had been building up to sex, only for Katsukiās palms to involuntarily ignite from a sudden ejaculation. The memory of that abrupt halt hung between you both like static.
When the apartment door clicked shut behind you, the silence only got heavier. You both sat down on the edge of the couch, staring straight ahead, suddenly extremely self aware of each other.
Katsuki was gripping his knees, his knuckles white, his chest rising and falling in sharp, jagged intervals.
"Fuck it," he growled suddenly.
Before you could even blink, his hands locked onto your waist. With one powerful, decisive tug, he pulled you right across his lap so you were straddling him. You gasped already feeling how hard he was. His mouth crashed onto yours with a desperate, crushing hunger. He held you so tight as if the moment he let go, you might disappear.
The kiss deepened, turning hot and consuming as you rolled your hips against him. Hands moved frantically, tugging at jackets and pulling shirts over heads until the cool air of the apartment hit your bare skin.
But just as his hand slid up your thigh, Katsuki abruptly froze. He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing ragged and shallow. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and soft.
"Look... I haven't... Iāve never," tripping over his words, his eyes darting away to the side, his face heating up.
"Iām a virgin."
Silence stretched between you. You stared at him, eyes wide.
"You're... what?"
"You heard me," Katsuki snapped, a furious red climbing his neck. "Iām not saying it again."
"Iām just surprised," you stammered, a laugh bubbling up. "Women literally throw themselves at you. You have a fan page dedicated to your forearms."
"Okay and?" he hissed, dragging a hand over his face to hide his embarrassment. "First it was UA, then the war, then my agency. And then... I got close to you. I realized I didn't want anyone else, so I didn't see the damn point in wasting my time."
Your heart did a violent flip at his intense loyalty. But the sheer absurdity of it caught up to you, and a breathless laugh escaped your lips.
"Are you laughing at me?!" Katsuki questioned, pinning you with a fierce glare. "I open up to you and you laugh?"
"No, I'm laughing at us," you gasped, wiping a tear. "Katsuki... Iām a virgin too."
"What?" He blinked, thrown entirely off balance.
"Yeah," you smirked, leaning in to tease him. "Turns out when you spend your teens training, fighting in a literal war, and then you get diagnosed with a life changing chronic illness... dating kinda takes a backseat. When exactly was I supposed to find anyone to date?"
Katsukiās eyes snapped back to yours, a sudden, sobering realization had just hit him. His hands tightened slightly on your thighs, his expression shifting into something intensely protective. "Wait shit! Are you okay? Your heartāyour jointsāis this too much right now? We can wait!"
"Katsuki, I'm okay," you assured him softly, cupping his face. "I promise. Just be with me."
You leaned in placing a kiss on his lips again but softer and sweeter than his, but no less intense. You kissed until the remaining clothes were completely discarded onto the floor.
He laid you back down on the couch, hovering over you. You looked up at him, thinking of last night. "Hey... I should probably be on top."
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, "Hah? Why?"
"Because," you giggled softly, tracing his scar on his chest, "you have a tendency to literally explode when you get too excited."
"Shut the hell up," he scoffed, though his ears had a bright red tint on the tips.
With a low grunt, he gripped your hips and effortlessly pulled you on his lap, letting you settle yourself.
"Okay," you whispered, leaning down to press a soft, reassuring kiss to his jaw. "But you have to relax. Youāre as stiff as a board."
"I am relaxed!" he lied through his teeth, his entire torso rigid.
You gently guided him inside, both of you letting out a sharp gasp, finally feeling each other. The feeling of him inside you stretching you out and making you feel full. Feeling you sink on to him was dizzying. It felt like he was being sucked into a warm wet embrace that perfectly suited him. The angle was a little off, and Katsukiās hips gave an involuntary, awkward twitch that made both of you wince.
"Ow, waitāhold on," you mumbled, trying to shift your weight.
"Dammit, did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Katsuki immediately panicked, his eyes flying open.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just give me a second to adjust," you braced your hand on his chest. While you pulled off of him and guided him back in.
"Great, c-can you move, you're literal torture right now," he growled, though he forced himself to take a deep, stabilizing breath. He looked at you, desperate to feel you bounce on him. Heās imagined this a thousand times but actually being here with you. Was intoxicating. You are the best thing heās ever felt in his entire life and he was struggling, trying to hold off on finishing from just being inside you.
You softened, leaning down to press your forehead against his.
"Katsuki. Look at me." He met your eyes. "You're not going to hurt me. We're going to figure it out together. Just put your hands on my hips.ā
He swallowed hard, slowly lifting his hands. When his palms gripped your waist, they were warm, steady, and completely spark-free.
"Yeah. Okay," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave, turning thick and dark.
As you began to move, the fumbling of your first try dissolved. Katsuki caught the rhythm, his eyes locking onto your as his grip tightened around you. The nerves faded and the rhythm you both found was intense, a breathless blur of heat and friction that left you both completely consumed.
Katsukiās eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide, his chest heaving as he held your hips against him. You looked beautiful to him, your eyes closed, you mouth slightly open soft moans and pants falling from it. The feeling of you, the reality that you are finally his, and the overwhelming physical sensation, was pushing him straight to the edge.
He needed you closer, needed to feel you pressed against him. He snaked his arms around you pulling you down and kissing you a bit rougher than he intended. He broke it to kiss your shoulder, collar bones, neck, and really anywhere he could.
āKatsuki,ā You breathlessly moaned his name.
Hearing that from you, the way you said it like a something sacred, gave him a sudden boost of confidence. He grabbed you tighter holding your in place, pistoning in and out of you at at desperate sloppy pace that showed you how much heās wanted this, how much heās wanted you
It was too much. His carefully maintained control began to fracture.
"Ah-shitā" he choked out, his voice thick and strained.
He let go to hold your hips in place chasing his orgasm. His entire body went rigid, his head snapping back as he felt your pussy flutter around him.
Your orgasm hit suddenly, a blind wave of heat and friction that caught you both at the exact same time. Your pussy was pulsating around him as you thrusted your hips on him riding out your orgasm. You arched against his arm with a cried out gasp of his name, clenching around him so hard you started pushing him out. Katsuki threw his head back, his jaw clenching, his dick twitching as he spilled inside of you. He let out a low, undone groan of your name, completely losing his grip on his restraint. He felt the familiar, dangerous heat rushing to his palms. He quickly let go of you, putting his hands down on the cushions.
BOOM.
A loud, sharp pop echoed through the living room. The explosion wasn't huge, but at point blank range, it was devastating to the couch.
The sudden shockwave threw you slightly off balance, and you collapsed against his chest, gasping before you looked over at his hands and laughing breathlessly.
His palms were pressed firmly against the cushions had violently detonated. The expensive fabric of the couch was blackened and singed, smoking faintly. Worse, the throw pillows had completely ruptured, sending a ridiculous amount of white feathers exploding into the air, raining down over the two of you.
You buried your face in his neck, shaking with uncontrollable, breathless laughter. You were clutching his shoulders, laughing so hard your ribs ached.
"Shut up," Katsuki groaned into your neck, his voice muffled and miserable. "Don't say a damn word."
"It felt that good?," you wheezed, wiping a stray feather off your cheek as you looked at his bright red ears. "Iām flattered, truly.ā
"Shut up!" , his entire face turning a violent, shade of red as a feather drifted down and landed right on his nose, making you laugh harder. "Don't laugh! It was an accident, damn it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye as you looked at the smoking ruin of your living room furniture. "Itās fine... Iāll just... I'll start looking for a new couch online tomorrow."
"Get away from me," he muttered, but as the feathers were still drifting lazily through the air when you finally caught your breath, your head resting against his shoulder as he hugged you.
"We need a shower," you murmured, pointing a finger at a stray feather stuck to his collarbone. "We look like sweaty chickens."
"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki grunted, though his movements were incredibly gentle as he shifted. He lifted you off of him, both of you quietly moaning at the sudden coldness and emptiness. He slid his arms under your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You hooked your arms around his neck as he carried you down the hall and into the bathroom.
The water was warm, steam quickly filling the small space and blurring the mirror. Katsuki stood under the spray with you. He poured shampoo into his palms and began to work it into your hair, his calloused fingers surprisingly soft against your scalp. Him washing your hair and then your body, his touch reverent and careful, was so intimate.
But as the soap rinsed away, you noticed his eyes lingering. He wasn't just washing you, he was truly looking at you, his crimson eyes sweeping over every inch of your naked skin with an intensity that made your cheeks burn.
"Stop looking at me," you mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious and covering yourself with your hands.
Katsuki let out a scoff. "Hah? The hell you mean 'stop looking'? We literally just had sex, you idiot. Iāve already seen everything."
"It's different now!" you protested, puffing out your cheeks.
Katsuki gave you a thoroughly confused look, staring at you for a moment before a fond, amused shadow crossed his face.
"Dumbass," he muttered, leaning down to press a soft kiss right to your forehead.
He stepped closer, letting the water drench both of you as he rested his body against him, his hand coming up to squeeze your boob. His voice dropping into a quiet, register "I love every damn inch of you. Get used to it."
He leaned down and kissed you deep, slow, and full of a quiet certainty that felt grounding. He pulled back, his eyes were dark with a lingering heat. "You tired? Your joints hurting?"
"Surprisingly, no," you laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "I actually feel okay."
"Good."
Before you could ask why, he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and locked your legs around his waist as he pressed your back gently against the wet shower wall.
He didn't hesitate, he captured your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss as he guided himself inside you, completely sinking into you in one selfish thrust.
āAha!ā
āS-sorryā He mumbled a pathetic apology, that he didnāt really mean. He was inpatient, he just wanted to feel you again.
The tenderness from before was gone, a raw intensity replacing it. He was more confident this time, loved knowing that he was the one causing you to fall apart. Your moans echoing off the wall, the feeling of his pace, sliding in and out with frantic, erratic speed driven by a desperate hunger heād been suppressing for so long.
"I love you," you gasped out against his shoulder, your fingers digging into his back as your pussy fluttered around him.
The words seemed to break whatever restraint he had left. Katsuki let out a low gasping moan, his pace quickening instantly. Sloppily thrusting into you as deep as he could until he reached his breaking point with a breathless gasp of your name.
He piston in and out over and over again, getting harder and faster with each thrust. He picked up the pace as he felt you cum on him. He groaned your name with a final, agonizingly deep thrust, inside you, he locked his hips and held himself there, spilling deep inside you.
Pop-pop-pop-pop!
His palms sparked against the shower wall, but the running water instantly hissed, turning the explosions into a harmless steam and boiling mist that sprayed across the ceiling.
You followed him right over the edge a second later, completely undone. Grabbing his hair and scratching his back as you rode out your orgasm. Tightening around him, he moved his hips a few more times to help you. He couldāve sworn that he came again just from feeling you ride it out. His dick twitching inside of you from overstimulation.
Slowly, his breathing ragged, katsuki let you slide down until your feet touched the shower floor. You slumped against his chest, completely spent. Laughing softly
"Again? Damn the effect I have on you"
Katsuki groaned, resting his forehead against your shoulder to hide his smile. "Shut up. The water put it out, didn't it?" He turned you around, pulling your back flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around you, letting you lean your full weight into him under the water.
Both of you washed off for real, the hot water soothing your tired muscles. By the time Katsuki turned off the faucet, the adrenaline had completely faded, leaving your limbs feeling like lead.
"Okay, now Iām tired," you mumbled, leaning heavily against his chest as he wrapped a towel around you.
"I figured." Katsuki let out a low rumble of laughter.
He scooped you up into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom. Sitting at the edge of the bed to comb through your damp hair. Katsuki was rummaging through the dresser, his back to you.
"Hey, Katsuki?" you called out, a teasing tilt to your voice. "Does this mean weāre dating now?"
Katsuki stopped mid-motion. "Huh?"
He turned around, holding a shirt in his hand, eyebrow raised. "Are you fucking dense? Or is your brain completely fried?"
His voice dripping with heavy, dramatic sarcasm. "No, actually. We aren't dating at all. I just bared my fucking soul to you in the middle of the street and fucked you because I really needed you to cover my half of the rent this month."
You burst out laughing, putting your bonnet on. "Well youāre shit out of luck, I have no money."
"I am well aware you have no money!" he snapped, though there was no real heat in it. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the shirt he was holding straight at your face. "Put the shirt on."
You pulled the fabric away from your face and looked down at it. It was his old black skull shirt, the one he used to wear all the time back in high school. It was worn, soft, and smelled entirely like him. A warmth bloomed in your chest as you slid it over your head, the oversized fabric swallowing you up.
Katsuki walked over, his expression softening seeing you wearing his clothes. He leaned over, pressing a lingering, sweet kiss to your lips. He gently grabbed your waist, guiding you down until you were lying on the bed. He pulled the blankets up over both of you, tucking you into his side. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
"I'm happy you're here," he whispered, the words so quiet you almost missed them.
You smiled, wiggling yourself closer into him. "Me too, Katsuki."
As his breathing slowed into a deep, steady rhythm, you finally closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over you, feeling completely safe in his arms.
I think itās a pretty universal agreement that katsuki isnāt really that good at expressing his emotions, soo I often see him being prone to VERY confusing situationships.
likee get this: heās out here in the middle of the night waiting outside your apartment with a small plastic bag in his hands while the other is knocking the heck out your door.
he swore that the food he gave you was only made cuz he got bored and canāt sleep. you knew that it wasnāt the case, but you believed him anyway. (youād like to assume that he made it during his day off when he was thinking of what new dish to make for your dinner.)
ākats, itās literally 1am.ā
āwell i canāt fucking sleep and you probably havenāt had dinner yet. so youāre fucking welcome, moron.ā
talk your talk i guess then.
next thing you knew, you're body hits against the kitchen counter while caged in between his biceps. both your lips were moving in sync as your hands frantically roamed around each other. your tank top was already long gone somewhere on the floor along with his hoodie and white shirt.
he hooks your legs up around his waist lifting you on the counter as his lips drifted down your neck. the food he left on the table was already getting cold. but let's be real, that dinner was already cancelled the second he walked in.
āwe really shouldnāt be seeing each other like this.ā
āsays the one who leaned in firstā he whispered.
ąØą§ cockwarming megumi fushiguro while you play tomodachi life
your boyfriend megumi was honestly not prepared for how much time you would spend playing tomodachi life when he bought it for you.
at any given downtime, he saw you with your switch in your hand, playing with your miis day and night. he already had to go through this when you got animal crossing all those years ago, he could not do this again.
he wouldnāt go as far as saying he was a clingy lover, but he loved spending time with you, and wasnāt fond of having to share your attention with a video game. unfortunately for him, you tended to give games like these more attention than him whenever you got hooked on them.
he couldnāt be too upset, he was happy that you were enjoying the game, especially because he bought it for you. but he missed spending downtime with you, having your attention on him instead of some cute game.
so he proposed a compromise.
that being that you can keep playing your game, but you had to give him some attention too. attention being sitting on his cock.
he let out a deep sigh, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you play tomodachi life. your warm slick walls were snug around his cock, twitching inside of you, begging for movement. he kept still though, keeping his promise and letting you play your game.
āis this supposed to be me?ā megumi mumbled, hands soothingly trailing up and down your thigh as he spotted a mii that resembled him. jet black spiked hair from behind being a dead giveaway. you chuckled, shifting to get more comfortable in his hold. you werenāt used to him being inside idle inside you like this, but it didnāt necessarily feel bad either. āyeah, i made you last night! check this out!ā you said excitedly, bringing the cursor over his mii and clicking on him.
āoh..hello.ā his mii said calmly, bowing with his greeting. megumi couldnāt help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he heard the mii version of himself speak. āwow, it even sounds like me.ā he said with a smile, watching as you fed him and talked to him. āhowād you get my scars on his face like that?ā he asked softly, admiring how you got every detail onto his mii. āface paintā¦i donāt have a stylus so i had to draw your crazy bangs and scars myself.ā you teased with a knowing grin.
he thrusted into you gently, biting back a wider smile at your yelp. āmy hair isnāt that crazyā¦ā he mumbled in your cheek before kissing it, slowly continuing to thrust into your warmth as you rocked back against him. āi thought you said i would just be sitting on it.ā you remarked between a moan, feeling his hips come to a stop. he huffed in annoyance, cock twitching and begging for more stimulation in your slick pussy.
ānot my fault you feel so good..ā he mumbled lamely in defense. you chuckled, feeling his obvious restraint as you pulled up his miiās relationship tab, scrolling through to see if he has talked to anyone since you last played. āit says me and you are strangers.ā he stated, continuing to loom over your shoulder at the screen.
āi know, i wanted to wait and show you your mii first, then make us meet.ā you snuggled further against his chest, one of his hands now holding you by your waist to pull you impossibly closer. you picked up his mii and dragged him over to your mii, placing him in front of you. the screen went black for a moment before lighting back up to show him walking. āuhā¦do they always have cutscenes when they meet?āā he cut himself off when a crazy sound effect played, his miiās eyes widening as he stared at yours, cartoonish romantic music now coming from your game system as your mii made eye contact with his, before promptly walking past him.
his mii literally fell in love with yours the second it saw you.
āoh my god! megs! youāre in love with me!ā you squealed excitedly as the prompt came up, quickly clicking āitās love!ā as megumi smiled at your happiness, a small huff of laughter as he pressed soft kisses against your neck. āyeah, i definitely remember it happening that way.ā he teased, trailing kisses along your sensitive neck. you squirmed in his lap with giggles as you tried to keep playing the game, seeing that your boyfriend was now suddenly enamored with kissing your neck. he gripped your hips, groaning softly into your skin. ādonāt move too much.ā he warned quietly, restraint evident in his voice as he twitched deep inside you, pre cum leaking from his neglected dick.
the both of you almost forgot he was inside of you, too deep into tomodachi life to remember that he was seethed to the hilt into your cunt. if he was being honest, he was feeling too lazy for sex, he just wanted to be as close to you as physically possible. heād be lying if he said you didnāt feel amazing wrapped around him, though. he released his grip to knead at your plush skin as he watched your mii and his finally have a conversation.
you continued to show him around your island, the islands name being after his domain, āshadow garden island.ā he loved the fact that even if you wasnāt paying him any attention, that you still thought about him. you showed him your house and your other residents houses, your island format and decoration, any tiny detail that any normal person would miss. āyou put a lot of thought and care into this, huh?ā he asked softly, even though he already knew the answer. you always put thought in care into everything you did, one of the many reasons he fell in love with you.
minutes blurred into several, those minutes passed into an hour as both of you got engrossed in the nintendo game. he had practically gone soft inside you at this point, that didnāt mean he wanted to pull out by any means. āhey..ā he began softly, a hand rubbing your shoulder to get your attention. you hummed in response, his fingers trailing up further to your cheek and pressing your head to the side to surprise you with a soft kiss. you melted into it, lips moving in sync against his as he hummed in satisfaction, kissing lazily and almost forgetting about the game in your hands.
āi love you.ā he spoke softly, smiling against your lips when you reciprocated his love with your own āi love you too.ā he pressed his lips against yours quickly before pulling away, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck to allow you to continue playing the game.
if he could be with you, even in a video game, he supposed tomodachi life taking away some of your time wasnāt so bad.
pairing: best friends with benefit!heeseung x f!reader
content + warnings: friends-with-benefits, she falls first but he falls harder, smut, angst, porn with plot what's new, not proofread, switch!heeseung, switch!reader, drunk sex, kitchen sex, oral (both receiving), riding, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, angry and jealous sex mhmm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, face riding, thigh fucking, nipple play, use of "good girl" - let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 8.1k / 8,167
bea speaks! when this is how i continue to cope... dada come back pls pls
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"HāHeeseung," you moan as your hand pushes him closer to where you need him most.
He gently swats your hand away, giving you a teasing smirk before pressing soft, lingering kisses along your inner thigh to avoid your heated core.
"I thought you were supposed to be enjoying yourself," he murmurs against your skin, but then rises to engulf you in a kiss again. You can taste the soju on his tongue, reminding you of how you got here in the first place.
Heeseung pulls away, reading your face like he knows something is up.
"You're overthinking again, aren't you?"
"No, keep going," you reassure, kissing him once more before he smirks and leaves a hot trail of open-mouth kisses down your chest, stopping above your core. With half-lidded eyes, you watch as he slowly gives in, his tongue sliding slowly up your center, deliberate and wet.
He doesn't rush. Your hips jerk with every lick when his hands hold you down with a firm grip every time you try to buck.
You close your eyes, letting yourself melt against him, but suddenly your mind snaps back to reality.
We're literally best friends. We were just drinking, and now he's tasting me.
Your heart starts hammering, and your cheeks heat up despite the way Heeseung is currently flicking his tongue at your bud, your senses heightened. His lips move with lazy precision entirely focused on you as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
Does he even realize? you think, a mix of thrill and panic flowing through you. You want to stop him and say something because of the lines you just crossed, but the feeling of him keeps your words lodged somewhere in your throat.
Before your thoughts can go any further, Heeseung suddenly pulls back, his hands sliding down your sides.
"Your eyes were closed for too long," he murmurs, then shifts to stand between your legs. The couch sinks as he sits next to you, pulling you onto his lap. He adjusts you, positioning you so that you're straddling him.
His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of amusement and desire. "You don't even know how much I wanted this," he murmurs, low and rough, and before you can even respond he's pulling you into a heated kiss.
It's not gentle. Not teasing. It's teeth and tongue, the kind of urgency that makes your head spin.
"I want you to watch this time. No closing your eyes, no drifting off into your own world. Watch me."
Heeseung's hands move down to grip your ass, encouraging you to grind against his hard length trapped in his boxers. The sudden friction makes you gasp in his mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you pull away.
He smirks and leans back slightly, letting his head fall against the couch. He looks up at you through his lashes, hands still guiding you. As you continue to grind against him, he slowly starts to pull his boxers down to reveal his hard length. He wraps a hand around it, pumping it as he looks up at you.
"Come here," he whispers, using his free hand to guide you over so you're hovering over him. "Sit on it."
You hold onto one of his shoulders as you position yourself over his cock, the tip brushing your entrance. He doesn't push you down but let you feel how hard he is.
"I want you to sink down slowly," he instructs softly, thumbs massaging your hips. You both look down, watching as you lower yourself onto him inch by inch. Heeseung groans, eyes rolling back for just a second before snapping back up to meet yours.
"Fuckāthat's it," he breathes, one hand sliding up to grip your waist as the other tangles in your hair and tilt your head back. "Bounce on it for me."
You nod, moving quicker. As a nod of approval, he leans back and lets you have full control. His eyes drop to watch where you two connect, his thick cock disappearing inside you slowly with each bounce.
"You're so fucking pretty like this."
The sudden praise makes you ride harder, quickerāanything to get him to finish quicker. His expression darkens as you pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing in his face. A low groan escapes him as he wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you down harder onto his cock with each thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
He leans forward, sucking your nipple into his mouth as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You whimper loudly, your breath heaving with every bounce.
"I'm gonna come inside you if you keep riding me like that," he warns.. He thrusts, meeting you halfway; they become erratic as he starts getting close to his high.
A pornographic moan leaves your lips as one of his hands slips between your bodies to rub your clit in rough circles. The knot inside of you becomes tighter, getting you closer to reaching your high.
Heeseung's head falls back, exposing sweat dripping down his neck and you feel his cock twitching inside of you. With a loud grown, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, streams of hot cum filling you up. His fingers work furiously on your clit until you're crying out your own release, convulsing around his cock.
He stays buried inside you, breathing heavily. Slowly, he presses a soft kiss to your neck, then another to your shoulder.
"Still overthinking?"
The next morning, the sunlight hits your face. You blink again slowly and start to become aware of the warmth beneath youāand the fact that Heeseung's arms are wrapped around you. Naked. On your couch.
You brain fires in every direction at once. Heeseung groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"Morning," he mutters, voice hoarse.
You sit up quickly, covering yourself with a throw blanket, and your eyes land on the coffee table. Empty soju bottles. Scattered shot glasses.
Your heart drops.
Heeseung finally sits up too, running a hand through his messy hair.
"I think... we got too carried away last night," he admits, smirking despite the hangover. You groan, burying your face in your hands. "We can'tāwe will never talk about this ever again. Promise?"
Heeseung leans back casually. "Promise. But, I mean, I enjoyed it. And I know you did too."
Your eyes snap up at him. "What?"
He chuckles, leaning closer. "I'm just being honest."
A few days have passed since the couch incident. Things have been quieter than usual, but you're not sure if it was because of pure embarrassment, or because you both enjoyed it way more than you could admit.
Heeseung [7:04 PM]: Hey. Need some help decorating for Jungwon's birthday party tomorrow. Come over?
You roll your eyes despite knowing you'd say yes anyway.
You [7:05 PM]: Fine. But don't be weird.
When you arrive at his apartment, it smells faintly of leftover take out he probably had before you arrived. Heeseung's already surrounded by decorations with a banner in his hand, giving you a ridiculous "I'm in charge" grin as you walk towards him.
"Perfect timing," he says, pointing to the scattered streamers and balloons. "I need someone to, y'know, make sure I don't fuck this up."
You start to unpack the decorations to lay them out, but every so often, Heeseung would lean close to show you a certain placement or to ask your opinion on something else. Every time he gets close, your chest does a little jump that you can't control.
By the time the last balloon is in place and the balloons are hanging evenly, you both collapse onto the couch, exhausted. Heeseung stretches out beside you, arm draped lazily over the backrest as you sink into the couch with a long sigh.
"Why did you choose to host it here again? It's going to be a pain taking all of this down," you complain.
He shrugs, giving you a smileāa "you're-helping-me-clean-up" smile.
You shake your head and look away to hide the blush on your cheeks. As you sit there, you try to shove every memory of that night aside, but it's impossible. The feeling of him beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, the low groans, the way he looked at you. The way he said "you don't even know how much I wanted this."
Your head shoots back to look at him, cheeks flushed. He leans in closer, enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Before you can process it, his lips are on yours.
It's sudden and desperate, the kind that drags every thought out of your mind. Your hands tangle in his hair; his arms pull you flush against him. The couch creaks beneath you, a reminder of all the things you've been pretending to ignore.
When you finally break for air, you let out a shaken sigh. "We can't keep doing this," you whisper, although the tremor in your voice betrays just how badly you want to.
Heeseung smirks against your lips. "Who said anything about stopping?"
You stand up and try to run to the bathroom, but Heeseung was quicker, his hand catching your wrist to stop you. He turns you around and takes a step closer, his free hand reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You didn't complain when you were riding my cock. Not a single word. Now you want to change the rules?"
Your lips part to say something, but nothing escapes from between them. Heeseung noticed it.
"So unless you're seriously telling me you don't want this anymore," his hand slowly creeps under your shirt, holding your waist. "I'm going to keep doing exactly what we both want."
Without letting another second pass, you pull him in for a kiss, tongues clashing immediately. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body as he deepens the kiss, walking you backwards until you hit the wall. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist automatically.
He breaks the kiss to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips, already feeling a familiar wetness pool in between your legs.
Heeseung groans against your neck as he brings you to his bedroom, the familiar smell of his cologne filling the room. Within seconds, you're falling onto his bed as he follows, gently pressing his weight against you.
His hand grips your thigh, spreading them open as his other hand easily slides under your skirt, fingers hooking onto your panties. He looks at you with a sly smirk on his face, seeing the wet mark from your flowing juices.
Before you could react, he pushes two fingers inside you, pumping slowly. You clench around his fingers, the feeling already making you see stars. You're too far gone at this point to tell him to stop.
He curls his fingers upward, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. When you start to grind on his fingers, he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean while keeping eye contact.
"Taste so fucking good," he murmurs, voice thick with lust. Wanting to take control, he lets you push him down easily, switching positions. He spreads his arms out to the sides, giving you full access as your lips attach to his neck, leaving a faint mark. A soft grunt escapes his lips when you suck lightly on his pulse point.
His hands fist the sheets beside him as you continue your trail downwards, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When you finally finish unbuttoning him, the sight of his toned abs and chest almost makes you fold, finishing right then and there.
Heeseung's chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. He's completely at your mercy right now, laying there as he waits for you to continue. His hand reaches up to grab your wrists gently when you don't move.
"Keep going," he whispers, begging almost.
You lean down to leave a gentle kiss on his lips as your hand trails down his chest, stopping right at his belt. He shivers slightly when your cold hand brushes against his abdomen, tongue sliding against yours slow.
There's a small whimper in the back of your throat when you feel him get harder against your palm, twitching with every rub. He breaks the kiss to watch you toy with him.
"Go ahead," he breathes, lifting his hips slightly off the bed. Just as your hand begins to trail lower again, Heeseung's lips part, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in you.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
He freezes, a strangled groan leaving him as his hips twitch uselessly against your hand.
"Ignore it. Probably the delivery dude," he murmurs, half-laughing.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Then you hear it. It's Jake's voice form outside the door.
"Yo, Heeseung! I know you're home!"
Heeseung groans, burying his face in the pillow, frustrated beyond belief. You bite back a laugh, squeezing his thigh tightly. He grits his teeth, hand gripping the sheets clearly torn between finishing this and answering the door. His cock twitches against your palm as you teasingly continue the job.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he mutters, voice mixed with frustration and lust.
"Maybe a little," you tease, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth before pulling back. "But you should go answer it before he gets too suspicious."
He groans again. "Motherfucker."
Heeseung drags himself off the bed, telling you to wait here. You watch as he readjusts his pants, not caring for his unbuttoned shirt.
As soon as he opens the door, Jake's voice booms through. "Bro, took you long enough."
"Dude... I was shitting. The takeout did a number on me."
Jake blinks, then snorts. "Of course it did. Anyway, I just needed to drop off the cake for Jungwon's birthday tomorrow."
After a few moments, Heeseung returns with Jake on his way back home. You chuckle and shake your head when he falls onto the bed, disappointment flowing through his veins.
"Ugh... I was so close too," he mutters, mentally taking notes on how to take Jake down for cockblocking. You arch an eyebrow, a mischevious smirk playing on your lips.
"Who said we have to stop?" you tease, mimicking his voice from last time. He immediately shot up, eyes narrowing playfully, and then his lips are on yours again.
The next day, you find yourself walking up to Heeseung's apartment, a mix of nerves and anticipation twisting in your stomach. You keep telling yourself to keep composure; only you and Heeseung knows.
By the time you knock, your hands are slightly sweaty, and your heart is pounding. Heeseung opens the door immediately, grinning like nothing happened.
"Hey, you're late."
"Yeah... traffic," you lie smoothly, forcing a casual smile as he gives you a knowing look. Heeseung steps aside, letting you pass, but not before he brushes against your side slowly.
"Glad you finally showed up," he says lowly, almost caging you in to the wall. You thank that there was a small closet across the front door so the others couldn't see behind the wall.
You roll your eyes and take a deep breath before taking a step past Heeseung, trying to throw away the butterflies in your stomach. The living room is alive with chatter, music, and laughter.
Everyone turns towards you as you walk in.
"Hey! You're here!" Jungwon calls, his energy to the max. You grin and wave, wishing him a happy birthday as you step closer.
His eyes sparkle. "I want you to meet my friend Riki," he says, gesturing toward a tall guy leaning casually against the kitchen counter. RIki steps forward, extending his hand, but there's something in his eyes that makes your chest tighten unexpectedly.
You shake his hand, forcing a polite smile. "Nice to meet you."
Out of the corner of your eye, Heeseung shifts slightly, his expression tightening just enough that you notice. After a flicker of somethingājealousy, maybe?ācrosses his features, he smooths back into his usual grin when Jake approaches him.
The night flows on, and you find yourself laughing more than you expected. Having a conversation with Riki was easy. He's funny, sharp, and easy to talk to. Before you know it, you're completely absorbed in getting to know him.
"So... you're really good at keeping up with Jungwon but still look well, put together," he says, nodding towards Jungwon.
You laughter lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks. I've some practice surviving being around him," you reply, smiling genuinely.
Riki leans a little closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear over the music. "I bet you're even more fun when you're not trying to be polite," he teases, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You feel your cheeks warm up, caught off guard by his comment. When you look away from shyness, you catch Heeseung leaning against the wall over Riki's shoulder. His arms are crossed, watching you like a hawk, his jaw slightly tight.
Heeseung pushes off the wall and starts walking toward you. Riki notices too as his gaze follows your line of vision, and his grin falters when Heeseung gets closer.
"Hey," Heeseung says casually, "mind if I steal her for a second?"
Riki raises an eyebrow, stepping back with a shrug as he realizes the unspoken rules. "Uh... sure, I guess," he says carefully before walking away.
Heeseung smirks at you, nodding his head toward the hallway. "Bathroom?"
You laugh softly, heart racing. "Yeah, but not for too long."
The door clicks shut behind you, shutting out the noise of the party. The small bathroom suddenly feels too small, just the two of you and the quiet hum of the ventilation fan.
Heeseung presses you gently against the counter, his body just close enough to remind you of last night. His hands rest on either side of you, trapping you with that familiar heat.
"You know," he starts, "I didn't like seeing you so... entertained by someone else."
You bite your lip, heart racing. "I wasn't..." you trail off, the words catching in your throat when he leans in, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
He lets out a low chuckle, seeing the flush rising in your cheeks. "Relax," he says, voice teasing, but there's an edge of something darker. "I just want my attention."
You can feel the tension radiating off him, and itās making your pulse spike. The familiar pull you feel toward him is almost painful.
You laugh nervously, leaning into him. "I thought you were busy with the party. You're the host after all."
He tilts his head, lips brushing your temple. "The party's fine," he mumbles. "I can handle it. But you need to stop teasing me like that."
The way he says it low, is rough, loaded with unspoken frustration. You realize heās not just teasing; heās trying not to admit something.
Your breath hitches when his hand slides along your waist, trailing down to toy with the hem of your dress.
"I'm not doing anything," you insist, though your voice is shakier than you want.
Heeseung leans closer, pressing a kiss just below your ear. "Uh-huh," he says. "Sure you're not."
His lips brush against your skin again, and your thoughts spin: you shouldnāt want this, but your body betrays you with every brush and sigh.
His eyes darken as he finally leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a slow kiss. At first, itās gentle, testing the waters, but thereās a tension under it like heās holding back, fighting the pull he canāt deny.
Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, tugging him closer as his tongue brushes lightly against yours. Teasing, that familiar mix of urgency and control that makes your heart race.
Just as the kiss grows more heated, a loud laugh from the living room breaks the trance. Heeseung groans softly, pulling back with an annoyed expression.
"Shit... not now," he mutters, pecking your lips once more before stepping back.
You step out of the bathroom side by side, adjusting your dress as Heeseung follows behind. The loudness of the party washes over you, but the heat between you two hasnāt cooled yet.
As you walk back into the living room, Jungwon waves you over, clearly still buzzing with excitement. "Finally! I thought you disappeared!" he laughs.
It feels like centuries have passed since you last saw Heeseung. Something inside you ached for him, but you remind yourself heās only your best friend.
You scroll through your phone with hesitation before typing a quick message.
You [4:56 PM]: Hey, you busy tonight?
Almost immediately, his reply pops up.
Heeseung [4:56 PM]: Not tonight. Have a date with Mei.
Your chest tightens, a little pang of disappointment twisting inside you. You stare at the screen, biting your lip. Part of you wants to hate him for being calm, for acting like itās nothing, but another partāyour selfish, frustrated partāwants him to fight for you.
You [5:01 PM]: Oh, okay. Have fun then!
Heeseung replies with a winky face emoji. You can feel your shoulders slump despite yourself, wishing for a spark of jealousy from him, just a hint that you mattered more than youāre pretending.
A few hours pass as you watch movies to occupy your brain. While cleaning up the snacks, your phone buzzes.
Heeseung [9:31 PM]: Done with the date. Come over?
Your heart leaps before your brain can protest. The answer is obvious.
When the door opens, Heeseung doesnāt hesitate to pull you in, pressing you flush against the door as his lips immediately find yours. He kisses you sloppily, desperate, hands gripping your waist tightly enough to bruise. Thereās a sharp edge in his urgency, like heās trying to claim whatās his before itās too late.
You pull back slightly, needing air. You catch a whiff of floral perfume on his neck; not yours. Something foreign. Yet, his hands grip onto you like youāll leave if he loosens his hold.
"Looks like you already had your fun with Mei," you reply, slowly pulling away further from him.
"Donāt," he warns immediately, voice low, pleading, but his body contradicts the words, grinding against you as if needing to erase the space between you.
Heeseung continues, "That was nothing. Just dinner. We didnātā"
He kisses you again, harder, like he can erase the evidence that easily.
"You taste better."
He pulls back, jaw clenched, eyes conflicted. You see the struggle in his expression: the fight between reason and want, between denial and need.
"You know what this is. Weāre only friends having fun," he breathes.
Hearing him say it knocks the wind out of you, but your mind drifts when he lifts your shirt over your head without waiting for a response. Your heart races and not just for the touch, but because heās exposing a vulnerability you didnāt expect him to show.
He tosses your shirt aside before his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking hard in a spot that makes your knees weak.
āHeeseungā¦ā you murmur, voice trembling, both from desire and from the tension you feel between the two of you.
His hands are rough as he unclasps your bra, kneading your breasts while leaving a soft trail of kisses along your collarbone. He looks at you like youāre the only person in the world, and you realize youāve never wanted someone like this, like you want him right now.
"Bedroom," he growls, and you follow.
Before he even closes the door, he grabs your hand, holding it against his chest. āYou know,ā he murmurs, voice low and intimate, āI donāt like doing it with anyone else. Even if itās just a dateā¦ I donāt like it.ā
You glance up at him, heart hammering. āIām not yours,ā you whisper, but the words feel hollow even as you say them.
Heeseung smirks, a dangerous, knowing smirk. āNot yet,ā he corrects, his hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. āBut you will be.ā
Your legs tremble as he pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top. The familiar smell of his cologne, mixed with the faint scent of that floral perfume still lingering on his skin, makes your head spin. You can feel him pressing closer, his hands tracing the curves of your body as if memorizing them all over again.
Heeseungās fingers hook under your panties, sliding them down with a teasing pull.
āGod, Iāve wanted this so badly,ā he breathes, lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
He positions himself between your legs, sliding in slowly. The warmth, the pressureāeverything about him is familiar, yet every touch feels electric.
āDuring the dateā¦ā he groans, hips pressing in, āI couldnāt stop thinking about this. About you. About me.ā
Your chest tightens at his words, a mix of guilt and desire.
āYouā¦ shouldāve told me,ā you murmur, voice catching.
Heeseungās thrusts slow.
āAnd ruin the fun of making you want me even more? Never.ā His lips find yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, teeth and tongue colliding.
Your hands clutch his shoulders as he moves with a perfect rhythm, eyes locked on yours the entire time. āYouāre mine,ā he whispers between kisses.
You moan, breath hitching, your body responding before your brain can even protest. āHeeseungā¦ Iāā
Your fingers dig into the sheets as he sets a steady, urgent pace, each thrust hitting deeper than the last.
āI canātā¦ I canāt hold back anymore,ā he groans, voice ragged, eyes darkened with need. āI need you so badly.ā
You tremble, nails digging into his back, body aching as you ride the wave of his intensity. āI need you too,ā you admit breathlessly, finally letting yourself give in to what youāve wanted all along.
The next time you see Heeseung, it's under completely different circumstances. The air is cooler than you expected, a soft breeze brushing past as you walk beside him. Your hands are tucked into your sleeves, trying to seem casual but your chest is too full of nerves to pretend.
"So," you start, trying to sound casual, "Riki and I are going out this weekend."
Heeseung stops mid-step, his body stiffening just enough to catch your attention.
"Like, Jungwon's friend? You're serious?" His eyes flick to yours, sharp and guarded.
You shrug. "Yeah. Why?"
He lets out a low scoff and shakes his head, kicking at a small rock on the path, jaw tight, voice quieter now. "I don't know. I just thinkā" He cuts himself off, exhaling sharply.
"You can do better."
There it is. You almost laugh, but it comes out softer than expected. You glance at him, noticing how heās clenching his fists at his sides, the veins in his neck standing out slightly.
"You keep saying that," you reply, but he only responds with a shrug.
"Because itās true." Heeseung keeps walking, but thereās a hesitation in his step, like heās debating whether to continue or turn back.
You stop walking. He notices immediately, turning back slightly, eyes narrowing. You can see the conflict in his expressionāanger, jealousy, something deeper heās trying to hide.
"What?"
You tilt your head, studying him. "Better how?"
He opens his mouthāthen closes it again. "I just mean..." he starts, running a hand through his hair, suddenly restless. "You don't have to settle."
"Settle?" Your brow furrows, a mix of curiosity and amusement.
He finally looks at you, and the pause stretches out long enough that your heart starts to hammer. "For Riki?"
His eyes search yours, just for a second, as if heās hoping youāll change your mind without him having to say more.
The way his expression shifts is all the answer you need. You knew what he was thinking, yet you wanted to hear him say it to you like he does whenever you're underneath him.
You step closer. "Is it because you donāt like the idea of me going out with someone else?"
Heeseung shifts uncomfortably, brushing his shoulder against yours almost by accident, and then quickly pulls back, like he doesnāt want to admit it. "Itās not like that."
"Then what?"
"You're joking," he says, letting out a disbelieving laugh, but thereās tension in his shoulders, in the way he fidgets with the cuff of his sleeve.
You donāt laugh.
You see the flicker of something deeper crossing his face, but instead of stepping forward, he takes a step back, shaking his head. His eyes drop to the path, avoiding yours, and his jaw tightens as if holding back more than words.
"You don't mean that," he mutters under his breath. "You're justā"
"What?" you press.
"Confused," he finishes, quieter now. "This thing between us... it's notā"
He gestures vaguely between the two of you like he canāt even say it properly. "It's really not that serious," he chuckles, but the corners of his mouth twitch as if heās holding back irritationāor something worse.
There it is. The distance he keeps forcing between you. Your stomach flips, but you nod slowly, forcing yourself to match his tone.
"Right," you say. "Not that serious."
He looks back at you, and for a split second, his eyes soften before hardening again, betraying a flicker of regret.
Then he moves past you, resuming his walk, but you donāt miss how he stays rooted a second too long, like part of him wants to turn back. Your fingers twitch, almost reaching out, but you stop yourself.
āSoā¦ youāre laughing a lot,ā Riki teases, reaching across the table to tap your hand. āDo I get points for making you smile?ā
You force a smile, nodding. āYeahā¦ youāre pretty funny.ā But in the back of your mind, you canāt stop thinking about how Heeseung makes you laugh without even trying, how just his presence can make your chest feel tight.
The date continuesāwalking through the park, Rikiās hand brushing against yours once or twice. Your fingers twitch instinctively at the thought of Heeseungās hands on you, the way he held you so close, so possessively, that it burned into your memory.
Riki leans closer, lowering his voice. āIāve been meaning to askā¦ what do you like in a guy?ā
You freeze slightly, caught off guard. Your heart skips because you automatically think of Heeseung, not Rikiāthe way he teases you, the rough kisses, the familiar heat.
āIā¦ uhā¦ā you trail off, chewing your lip, trying to focus. āI guessā¦ someone confident. Someone who knows what they want.ā
Riki smiles, oblivious to the fact that every fiber of your being thinks about Heeseung at that very moment. You imagine Heeseung saying the exact same words, leaning closer, voice low and rough, eyes dark. The comparison makes your stomach flutter and your chest ache all at once.
Later, the two of you sit in Rikiās car when he's dropping you off, the engine idling as rain begins to patter lightly against the windows. Somewhere along the way, he turned towards you, closing the distance, lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss.
You respond, because itās Rikiābut your mind immediately drifts to Heeseung: the way he kisses like heās claiming you, the rough urgency, the teasing murmurs, the way he made your body react without hesitation.
Riki moves his hand to the back of your neck, and you can feel his warmth, his closeness, but you canāt stop thinking of Heeseungās hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips, and the flutter in your stomach is impossible to ignore.
The kiss deepens, Riki leaning into you, but your thoughts betray you. You imagine Heeseungās lips on your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse, the moans you could barely hold back in the quiet of his apartment.
You pull slightly back, blinking at him. āSorryā¦ Iāuhā¦ we should slow down.ā
Riki frowns, a little disappointed but nods. You clear your throat and give him one last, soft kiss before bidding your goodbyes with him.
As you opened the door to your apartment, you checked your phone, seeing it was already almost midnight. The notifications flooded in and one caught your eye.
Heeseung [Missed Call 9:07 PM]
Your heart skips a beat. You weren't sure if it was an accident, or because he knew you were going out with Riki today.
You [12:02 AM]: Hey sorry I missed your call
Heeseung [12:02 AM]: Thought I'd check in. How was your date?
Your fingers froze on the keyboard. Even the way he texts, asking about the date with Riki made you want to throw up.
You [12:04 AM]: It was fine. He's a nice guy.
Heeseung [12:04 AM]: Fine? Not great or fun?
You bite your lip, remembering Rikiās lips on yours in the car, but every time you try to focus, your mind betrays you. You see Heeseungāhis hands gripping your hips, his voice low and rough, his lips claiming yours.
You [12:05 AM]: I just didn't want to rush things with him so... it was fine.
Heeseung [12:06 AM]: Had to make sure you weren't thinking about me
Your chest tightens. Of course he knows. He always knows. You stare at the screen, heart hammering, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
You [12:07 AM]: Maybeā¦ a little.
Heeseung [12:08 AM]: A little? That doesnāt sound like you.
You feel a flush creeping up your neck. Even while kissing Riki, even while holding his hand in the car, it had all felt wrong because it wasnāt Heeseung. You canāt stop thinking about his lips, his urgency, the way he made your body react without hesitation.
You [12:10 AM]: Okayā¦ fine. It was you I was thinking about.
The screen goes quiet for a moment. You hold your breath, heart thumping like it might burst. Then his reply comes, short but heavy.
Heeseung [12:11 AM]: Figures.
Figures.
Just one word, and yet it makes your stomach flutter and ache all at once. Heās there in your mind, in every thought, and now heās here through the screen, igniting everything youāve been trying to push aside.
You [12:12 AM]: Do you wanna come over?
Heeseung [12:13 AM]: Yeah. Already on my way.
You drop your phone on the counter, rushing to the kitchen to find a drink to distract yourself. Within minutes, you hear the familiar knock.
You open the door, and there he is: Heeseung, a little rumpled, hair messy from the night air, expression cautious, unreadable but his eyes flick to yours the second you step inside.
āHey,ā he says softly.
āHey,ā you reply, forcing a smile.
Heeseung steps inside, taking off his jacket. You fall into step beside him as he moves toward the kitchen, the small space forcing you to walk shoulder to shoulder. The air is thick with awkwardness, neither of you saying a word, yet every brush of his arm against yours sends a jolt through your body.
Heeseung leans against the counter, his body angled just enough that youāre trapped in a quiet corner of the kitchen.
āSoā¦ Riki,ā he finally says, voice low, calm but thereās a sharp edge you canāt ignore.
Of course heās going there.
āYeahā¦ā you start, shrugging, trying to play it casual. But then, without thinking, you launch into all the little details.
āHeās so kind and caring. And he knows exactly how to make me laugh. And he brought me these stupid little chocolatesā¦ā You keep talking, gesturing with your hands, caught up in the memories.
Heeseung shifts slightly closer, the space between you shrinking, his body pressing almost right against yours as he leans on the counter. You notice the jaw tightening, the slight darkening of his eyes with every word.
You keep going, oblivious, or maybe too aware.
āAnd when we were in the car, heā¦ he kissed me. And it wasnāt just a kiss. It was like he really wanted me, yāknow? And I couldnāt stop smiling because it feltā"
Before you could finish, Heeseung's hand shoots up to cup your cheek, tilting your head slowly as his lips crash onto yours. Your eyes widen, but you melt into the kiss.
His body presses flush against yours, leaving no space, no room for anything, or anyone else. His hands move to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as his lips demand yours, urgent and raw.
You try to pull back, just a little, but his forehead rests against yours, his breath hot, his eyes dark with something fierce, something he canāt stand hearing anymore.
āYouā¦ā he breathes against your lips, voice rough. āI cannot bear you talking about him.ā
Your heart stutters, caught between shock, want, and that undeniable pull toward him. Every protest dies in your throat as he deepens the kiss, as if to erase every thought of Riki from your mind.
His lips are demanding against yours, tongue pushing past your lips to silence anything else you had to say. You can feel his hands trembling softly as they cup your face, almost like he was too scared to even touch you.
"Don't," he pants, "Don't go back to him."
His hand tangles in your hair knowing you love when he does that. His lips find yours again as he lifts you up on the counter, standing between your legs. You can feel the heat pooling between them, but your mind was too clouded to think any further.
Heeseung breaks the kiss into a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck until he reaches your collarbone, not stopping because he has you right he wants you.
He pops open your jeans and pull them down, letting them drop to the floor.
"I can't stand the thought of him kissing you."
His voice breaks slightly as he runs his hands over your bare hips, then pulls you flush against him so you can feel him hard against your stomach.
"Only I get to kiss you like that," he breathes, "Only I get to touch you. Only I get toā"
You interrupt him, pulling him back down by his shirt, attaching your lips to his. His hand slides down between your thighs, palming your pussy over your panties. He grinds his palm, making you gasp.
Before you can protest, he pushes your panties aside and slips two fingers inside you, making you cry out against his mouth. Your hands fly back to hold yourself up on the counter as you feel him pump his fingers faster, curling to hit the spot.
His thumb rubs against your clit while he mutters against your lips, "I'll make you forget him, I swear."
He adds a third finger, pumping into you hard and fast, angry at the idea of Riki's hands ever laying on you. His tongue thrusts into your mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers, hungry for you.
You moan into him as fingers slow down, then fully pull them out to show you your slick on his fingers. He smirks, rubbing your clit once more.
"Heeseung, don't tease," you whimper, body twitching at his touch. He leans down to bite on your neck. You push him away, climbing off the counter and turning him to lean against the counter.
"What are you doing?" he asks, but you ignore him and bend down, hands already undoing his belt. His hips jerk, breath hitching as he watches you sink down to your knees, eyes never leaving his. His hands fly to the counter's edge, knuckles turning white.
"You don't have to..." It sounds like a warning, but he doesn't stop you.
Once his pants are down, his cock releases with precum already leaking at the tip. He continues to babble about wanting to only please you, but he immediately shuts up when you leave a soft kitten lick against his mushroom tip.
You take him in your mouth slowly, feeling him hit the back of your throat. His whole body tenses, a broken moan escaping his lip. His hands slide into your hair, not pushing, just holding you there.
"That'sā you don't have toā" his protest dies as you hollow your cheeks and suck. "Shit."
He lets you set the pace, hands trembling in your hair. He tried to look down, but he almost finishes inside your mouth when he saw the way your eyes were watering, your eyes glistening as you looked up at him.
You bob your head, taking him deeper each time, swallowing around him. He's moaning your name like a prayer, hips twitching with every blow. When you pull off to take a breath, he holds your head still from going back.
"I want to come inside you."
He helps you get to your feet, his hands already all over you like before. He looks at you like he's done something wrong, like you deserved better than whatever this was.
"I want to take care of you."
Heeseung cups your face, thumbs wiping the corners of your lips softly. It was such a contrast to how he just fucked your mouth. You look at him for another second, admiring his flushed face. Grabbing his hand, you drag him to your bedroom.
You push him onto the bed, straddling his hips and grinding against him. His face contorts with pleasure, but that comes to a halt when he holds you down, stopping you.
He grips your thighs, moving you up to sit on his stomach.
"Sit on my face, baby," he says, the phrase coming out as a command. You hesitate, and he can tell, but you shift forward and position your core over his face. His tongue is already lathering your juices before you could react.
Even though he's gone down on you a million times already, this position felt different. The pleasure easily overstimulates you.
Your hands fly up to hold onto the headboard as his tongue curls inside of you. His nose bumps against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. You tried to pull away with the stimulation being too overwhelming, but his arms wrap around your thighs to hold you down.
"HāHeeseung... I can't," you moan out, tears streaming down your face. His mouth is completely covered by you, muffling the dirty sounds of slurping as he tongue-fucks you mercilessly.
One hand slides back to squeeze your ass, pushing you further up his face. The sudden push made his nose harshly rub against your clit, making you moan and fall forward as you catch yourself against the headboard.
His thumbs spread your lower lips apart. "Ride my tongue."
You start to move on his face, grinding against his tongue as he looks at you. He groans loudly, the vibrations making you whimper. He sucks hard on your clit, his free hand moving to play with your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples.
"Cum on my face," he murmurs underneath you.
The pleasure was overwhelming, all your senses clouded with nothing but Heeseung's tongue. His tongue curled inside of you while his thumb quickly rubbed your clit.
You start to move faster, chasing your orgasm as he continues to eat you out relentlessly. When he bites down lightly on your clit, you feel the wave wash over you, your body twitching as your cum all over his face.
He doesn't stop, though. He continues to drink you even as you shake through your orgasm. His tongue keeps lapping at you, making sure he got every last drop.
"I can't anymore," you beg. When you finally come down from your second high, he kisses your inner thigh softly, pulling you down to his chest. As you lay there, Heeseung's cock presses against your thighs. His cock is already hard and leaking, ready to be inside you.
His hands start to roam your body possessively, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer to his erection.
"See what you do to me? I already got you off twice and I'm still rock hard," he shifts his hips, making his cock slide between your thighs.
When you whimper at the contact, he rolls you onto your back gently but firmly, settling between your legs. His eyes fall down to your core, puffy and swollen, glistening with a mix of his saliva and your cum.
His cock presses against your entrance, already slick from sliding it through your folds. He leans down to kiss you as he starts to push inside slowly.
You let out a quiet moan, feeling the way he stretched you out perfectly. He breaks from the kiss to watch himself slide into you inch by inch. His eyes roll back at how good you feel, your walls still fluttering from earlier.
When he fully bottoms out, he lets out a shuddering breath. He pauses for a moment to let you adjust to his size. Once he feels you relax around him, he begins to move slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in.
His thrusts are deep and steady, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl, moaning for more. He captures your mouth again, swallowing your sweet sounds as he picks up the pace. His arms rest on the sides of your head as your hands hold onto his bicep.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your muffled cries. His thumb finds your sensitive clit, rubbing rough circles as he pounds into you. The angle changes as he sits up completely, hitting that spot dead-on with every thrust.
"You wanna ride me? Be my good girl and ride me," he says in between breaths, pulling out completely. He rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of him. You don't hesitate to immediately straddle him and sink down onto his thick cock.
He groans at the sight of you bouncing on his dick, tits bouncing with each movement. His hands slide up to squeeze your breast as you continue to grind him, fingers pinching your nipples.
"Heeseung, I'm so close," you cry out, hands flying to his shoulders as an anchor as he sits up, capturing your nipple in his mouth. His hand reaches between you, pinching your clit, knowing it would have you coming undone in any second.
He feels you getting tighter around him, your movements becoming jerky and desperate. He releases his lips from your nipples and captures your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your whimpers as he thrusts from below. You can feel the way his tip kisses your cervix, one second away from seeing white.
Your pussy starts to clench around him, your breathing becoming rigid against his lips. He thrusts up hard, holding you against him when your walls flutter, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder while you orgasm. Your orgasm triggers his own release as you feel streams of hot cum shoot along your walls, his hands squeezing your ass as he finishes inside you.
Heeseung, still heavy inside you, groans softly as your breathing starts to settle. You stay pressed together, letting the aftershocks ripple through your bodies.
You pull back slightly, resting your forehead against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of him beneath you.
Heeseung shifts so youāre both lying on your sides, his arm draping over your waist, fingers lightly tracing your back.
āFuckā¦ youāre incredible,ā he murmurs, voice low and rough, but softer now, like heās letting himself feel something more than lust. You hum in response, heart still racing, chest pressed to his.
A quiet pause lingers, the kind of silence that makes the world shrink to just the two of you. Heeseungās thumb brushes over your hip repeatedly, like heās testing the waters for what he wants to say.
āIāā he starts, hesitating, swallowing thickly. āI donātā¦ I canāt exactly say this, butā¦ I think I mightā¦ likeālove you. A lot.ā
He immediately looks away, pretending itās casual, but the tension in his jaw and the slight tremor in his voice betray him.
You lift your head, brushing your fingers across his cheek.
He leans into your touch, eyes closing briefly as if drawing strength from you. Then, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, holding you close.
āJustā¦ donāt leave,ā he murmurs, half-laughing, half-serious, and you can feel in the quiet of the room that he means it more than heās willing to admit.
synopsis : living next door to lee heeseung has always been a nightmare loud, cocky, and impossible to ignore until one reckless night at a party leaves you waking up in his bed and running before it can mean anything you try to forget it ever happened, until two lines change everything, and suddenly the one person you canāt stand is the one you canāt escape.
pairing : basketball captain heeseung x neighbourf!reader
trope : accidental pregnancy + forced proximity
word count : 19.6k
warnings : heeseung is a an absolute asshole, accidental pregnancy, alot panic and guilt, abortion / termination discussion, fear of the future, alcohol use, one night stand, dirty talking, cursing, foreplay, dry humping, oral, drunk sex ( consent is present ) , unprotected sex, mild degradation, hair pulling, creampie
šÆļø JOās NOTES < š»āāļø 3 ! : omggg finallyy juno part one is out, hope you have an absolute amazing time when reading. navi did the proofreading for me ilysmm <3333
The bass from the apartment next door was so loud it made your pencil roll off the desk for the third time tonight thump thump thump. Each beat vibrated through the thin wall like it was personally trying to ruin your life.
You stared at the half finished notes in front of you, frustration bubbling hot in your chest. Midterms were in two weeks. Two weeks and Lee Heeseung, the campus golden boy, basketball captain, and your personal nightmare of a neighbor was throwing another one of his legendary parties like tomorrow didnāt exist.
This was the nth time. The nth damn time since youād moved in six months ago. With a sharp exhale, you shoved your chair back and stormed out of your apartment, not even bothering to change out of your oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The hallway reeked of spilled beer and expensive cologne.
You could already hear the chaos before you even reached his door. Laughter, glasses clinking, some girlās high pitched giggle cutting through the music.
You banged on the door harder than necessary. It took a few seconds before someone inside yelled over the noise, āYoo Heeseung! Someoneās banging at your front door!āThe door finally swung open.
Heeseung stood there in all his infuriating glory tall, broad shouldered, black hair slightly tousled like heād been running his hands through it. His button up was half undone, revealing a silver chain that rested on his collarbones and a glimpse of toned chest. Behind him, the party pulsed with red solo cups, dim lights, and at least half the basketball team.
A pretty girl with long hair and a tight dress was pressed close to his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm. Heād clearly been in the middle of charming her into his bed by the end of the night.
The second his dark eyes landed on you, that signature cocky smirk curved his lips.āHi, miss morals,ā he drawled, voice low and teasing, like heād been waiting for this exact interruption.
You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnāt get stuck. āCan you turn it down? The music is too loud.ā
Heeseung didnāt move. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt. The girl behind him shifted, clearly annoyed at the sudden attention shift, but Heeseung didnāt spare her a glance now.
āMiss morals strikes again,ā he laughed, the sound rich and mocking. It sent an unwelcome spark of irritation down your spine. āWhatās the problem this time, neighbor? Come to bless us with your righteous presence?ā
āIām serious, Heeseung,ā you said, voice sharp as you folded your arms tightly across your chest. āNot everyone has the pleasure of partying all night. Others have to actually study to pass their exams whereas others can just have daddy pay for everything when they fuck up.āThe words hung in the air between you.
Heeseungās smirk faltered instantly. His jaw tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. For a split second, something raw annoyance, maybe even hurt flashed across his face before he quickly shoved it back into that indifferent mask. His eyes darkened, the playful glint gone.
āWhatever,ā he muttered, voice suddenly flat and cold. āIāll lower the volume.āHe said, āThank you,ā you replied curtly, refusing to let the small victory show on your face even though your heart was hammering.
Heeseung didnāt say anything else. He simply stepped back and shut the door right in your face with a firm click that echoed down the empty hallway.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed wooden door, fists clenched at your sides. The music inside dropped almost immediately, not completely off, but low enough that you could finally breathe. Muffled laughter and voices still filtered through, but at least your walls wouldnāt shake anymore.
āAsshole,ā you whispered under your breath, turning on your heel and heading back to your apartment.As you closed your own door behind you, you leaned against it for a second, eyes closed. Why did he always have to make everything so difficult? Why did one look from him always manage to crawl under your skin like this?
You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away. Back to studying. Back to pretending Lee Heeseung didnāt exist. But deep down, you already knew tonightās silence between you two had just gotten a little louder.
You were halfway through rewriting your notes when your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with a new message.
yunjin : you know sunghoon righttt? heās throwing a massive party after midterms and he personally invited me. pleeease come with me?? i donāt wanna go alone š„ŗ
You stared at the text, already feeling the familiar dread settle in your stomach. Another party of course. You typed back quickly
you : No thanks im good have fun tho
The two dots appeared immediately.
yunjin : babe come onnnn
yunjin : itās after midterms!! you deserve to relax
yunjin : sunghoonās parties are actually fun i swear
yunjin : thereāll be good music, free drinks, and i heard the basketball team is coming too š
You groaned, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to be anywhere near the basketball team especially not after tonightās lovely encounter with their captain.
you : exactly why Iām not going pass
yunjin : please please please i really like sunghoon and this could be my chance
yunjin : iāll owe you big time iāll even help you study for the next round of exams iāll buy you that expensive matcha you like for a month!!
You leaned back in your chair, biting your lip. Yunjin was relentless when she wanted something. And honestly she had been there for you through every late night breakdown this semester. Saying no felt a little cruel the pleading texts kept coming
yunjin : i wonāt leave your side the whole night ( she is lying )
yunjin : we can leave early if you hate it , pretty please with cherries on top?? š„ŗš
You sighed deeply, already knowing you were about to lose this battle.
you : fine, ONE HOUR thatās it if it sucks, weāre out.
yunjin : YESSSSS!!! youāre the best i love you so much
yunjin : we can dress up together at my place okay , see you tomorrow <33
You tossed your phone onto the desk and dropped your head into your hands. Great, just what you needed. Another night surrounded by loud music, drunk athletes, and the very real possibility of running into the Lee Heeseung again.
You glanced at the wall that separated your apartment from his. The music was still playing faintly, but at least it was bearable now. Just one party, you could survive one party right?
The next morning, the art history lecture hall was already filling up with the usual mix of sleepy students and last minute crammers when you slipped into your regular seat in the middle row.
The faint scent of fresh coffee and old books lingered in the air. Yunjin dropped dramatically into the chair on your right, her long hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, eyes bright with far too much excitement for a 9 am class.
On your left, Soobin settled in quietly, tall frame folding gracefully into the seat. He placed his neatly organized notebook on the desk and pulled out a perfectly sharpened pencil, offering you a soft, reassuring smile.
Soobin was always like this calm, steady, the kind of friend who showed up without making a fuss. He was the complete opposite of the loud, chaotic energy that seemed to follow Heeseung everywhere.
Yunjin, however, was already completely distracted. She was leaning forward, chin resting on her hand, openly staring toward the front rows where Sunghoon sat chatting with a couple of friends. Her gaze was soft and dreamy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips every time he laughed at something.
You nudged her arm with your elbow, voice low and teasing. āYouāre oogling him again itās getting embarrassing at this point.āYunjin didnāt even pretend to deny it. āIām not oogling, im appreciating art,ā she whispered back, still not tearing her eyes away. āLook at him heās literally perfect.ā
Soobin let out a quiet chuckle beside you, shaking his head as he flipped open his notebook. āSure āappreciatingā thatās why half your notes from last week were just little hearts around his name.ā He teased her, to which she replied,
āTraitor,ā Yunjin hissed playfully, finally glancing at both of you as her cheeks flushed pink. āYou two are supposed to be on my side.āThe light banter continued until Soobin turned to you, lowering his voice a little. āHey, I heard there was a party at Heeseungās last night, did you survive the noise?ā
You let out a long, dramatic groan and slumped back in your seat, the memory of last nightās confrontation still fresh and irritating. āBarely. That idiot had the music blasting so loud my textbooks were literally vibrating on the desk. I had to march over there in my hoodie and sweatpants like some angry neighbor from a sitcom again.ā
Soobin listened attentively, his expression patient and sympathetic. He never interrupted your rants or told you to just ignore it. He just nodded along, dark eyes focused on you, making you feel genuinely heard.
It was one of the many reasons you treasured his friendship he was thoughtful, kind, and never loud or arrogant for the sake of it. The polar opposite of Heeseung.
āAnd of course he answered the door half dressed with some girl hanging off his arm like a trophy,ā you continued, voice dripping with annoyance. āCalled me āmiss moralsā like itās the funniest joke in the world.
Then when I pointed out that not everyone has a rich daddy to bail them out when they party instead of studying, he got all pissy, sucked in this dramatic breath, and slammed the door right in my face. Heās such an entitled asshole.ā
Soobin hummed softly, a small frown creasing his brow. āThat sounds exhausting, you shouldāve texted me you know, i couldāve come over with snacks and we couldāve studied together instead of dealing with his nonsense alone.ā
You smiled faintly at the offer, warmth cutting through the irritation. āNext time, maybe at least someone in this building has basic human decency.ā
Yunjin finally tore her gaze away from Sunghoon long enough to grin at you. āHeeseungās just bored and likes getting a rise out of you if you stopped reacting, heād probably get bored and stop.ā
āEasy for you to say,ā you muttered, crossing your arms. āYou donāt have to live next door to the human equivalent of a walking migraine.āThe professor walked in moments later, cutting off any further complaints.
The next hour passed in a blur of projected slides on Renaissance techniques, quiet note taking, and the occasional whispered comment from Yunjin whenever Sunghoon shifted in his seat.
When class finally ended, the three of you packed up your things and joined the stream of students flowing out into the crowded hallway. The air was filled with chatter about upcoming midterms, weekend plans, and the usual campus gossip.
As you walked side by side, Yunjin suddenly looped her arm through yours, her excitement bubbling over again. āSo, about Sunghoonās party after midterms youāre definitely coming, right? And Soobin you should come too! Itāll be so much more fun with all three of us there.ā
Soobin blinked, surprised, his eyebrows raising slightly. āWait youāre actually going?ā He looked at you, genuinely shocked. āI thought you hated parties, especially ones thrown by the popular crowd.ā
You shrugged, already regretting your decision a little. āYunjin begged a lot and guilt tripped me with matcha promises. One hour max, if it sucks, Iām dragging her out.ā
Yunjin squealed happily and squeezed your arm. āSee? Sheās coming! So you have to come too, Soobinn please?āBefore Soobin could respond, a familiar voice cut through the hallway noise from behind you.
āCanāt imagine miss morals at a party but Iām looking forward to seeing you there.ā Your stomach dropped, you didnāt even have to turn around to know who it was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against a set of lockers a few feet away, arms crossed over his varsity jacket, that signature cocky smirk playing on his lips. He must have overheard the entire conversation.
His dark eyes locked onto yours with clear amusement, like he lived for these moments of catching you off guard.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response. Heat crept up your neck partly from annoyance, partly from the embarrassment of him hearing your plans.
Yunjin stifled a laugh beside you while Soobin just shook his head quietly, a small, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Heeseungās low chuckle followed you as the three of you kept walking, but you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, jaw tight. God, you really, really hated that guy.Midterms week stretched into a brutal two week marathon, and as an art curator major, you felt every single hour of it in your bones.
Your apartment had become a war zone of curated chaos towering stacks of books on museum exhibition design, printed slides from Art Conservation and Curatorial Practices, mood boards pinned to the wall for your upcoming gallery proposal project, and color coded flashcards scattered across every surface.
Late nights blurred into early mornings as you hunched over your laptop, drafting proposals for hypothetical exhibits while trying to memorize the intricate history of 19th century European collections. Sleep was a distant dream. Caffeine was your only reliable companion.
And then there was Heeseung.
He didnāt blast music or bring girls over every single night that would have been almost predictable. No, he was crueler than that. He chose random days, like he knew exactly how to keep you off balance, turning your already exhausting study schedule into a minefield of unwanted interruptions.
The first time hit on the second night of midterms. You were deep into analyzing a case study on museum ethics when the wall behind your desk started to vibrate faintly. At first it was just low music.
Then came the giggles two distinct female voices, breathy and flirtatious. Heeseungās deep laugh cut through it all, followed by the unmistakable sound of bodies moving against furniture.
āFuck, Heeseung youāre so good at this,ā one of the girls moaned loudly, the words carrying crystal clear through the thin shared wall. The headboard started thumping a slow, steady rhythm against your wall rhythmic, insistent, growing faster.
You could hear the wet slap of skin, her exaggerated gasps turning into full throated cries every time he thrust.You yanked your noise canceling headphones on so hard the band dug into your temples, cranking the volume until classical music drowned most of it out.
But you could still feel it, the steady bang bang bang vibrating through your desk, through your chair, through your skull. Your cheeks burned with secondhand embarrassment and pure rage.
'Of course heās fucking some random girl while Iām trying to memorize the difference between Baroque and Rococo curation techniques.' You thought bitterly, stabbing your highlighter across the page. Must be nice to have zero responsibilities except basketball and dick appointments.
It stopped around 2 a.m., but the damage was done. You only managed three hours of sleep before your 8 a.m. lecture.
The next morning, you were running on pure spite and too much coffee when you caught Heeseung in the hallway just as he was stepping out of his apartment. He looked annoyingly fresh ā hair still damp from a shower, varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, that perpetual cocky smirk already in place.
You stopped right in front of him, arms crossed tightly. āKeep it down next time,ā you said flatly, voice low but sharp. āSome of us are actually trying to pass our midterms instead of auditioning for porn.ā
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. āAw, miss morals heard everything? Didnāt know you were such a light sleeper.ā You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks. āJust tone it down, the headboard banging is ridiculous.ā
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending another spike of irritation through you. āNoted.ā Then he leaned in slightly, voice dropping. āThough from the sounds of it last night, she seemed to enjoy the banging.ā
You rolled your eyes and walked away without another word, his soft laugh following you down the hall.The next disruption came four days later. A random Thursday when you had a massive group project due on modern curatorial strategies.
Youād just settled in with your laptop open to a half finished exhibition proposal when his door slammed open down the hall. One girl this time, but she was even louder.
The moment they got inside, the sounds started again her high pitched whimpers, Heeseungās low, cocky murmurs āYeah? You like that? Tell me how much you want itā followed by the unmistakable wet sounds of them going at it on what sounded like his couch first, then migrating to the bed.
The headboard slammed against the wall so hard your framed print of Van Goghās Starry Night rattled. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, each one punctuated by Heeseungās grunts and the filthy slap of bodies. āHarder fuck, right there, Heeseung donāt stopāā
You ended up studying in your bed instead, laptop balanced on your knees, pillows stacked around you like a fortress. Headphones on full blast. Still, every thrust made the wall tremble.
Every moan crawled under your skin and made focusing on your notes feel impossible. By the time they finally finished (or at least quieted down) around midnight, your eyes were burning and your proposal was only half done.
You hated how your body reacted sometimes not with attraction, but with pure, simmering resentment that made your stomach twist.That same night, after the noises finally stopped, you grabbed your phone in a fit of exhausted anger and texted him.
you : keep the noise down, some people are trying to study for actual grades, not coast on basketball talent and daddyās money
His reply came faster than you expected. A picture popped up first. A close up selfie of Heeseung lying in bed, shirtless, messy hair, lazy smirk on his face, with the caption
heeseung : sorry, miss morals hard to stay quiet when they scream my name like that
heeseung : next time iāll try to fuck quieter or maybe you can just join and tell me how to do it right?
You stared at the message, face flaming with a mix of rage and disbelief. You immediately blocked the image from your mind ( and definitely did not linger on the way his abs looked in the dim lighting ) before typing back a single furious reply
you : delete my number, asshole
The worst random night came during the final stretch, just three days before your last exams.
You were pulling an all nighter on your capstone project a full digital mock up of a contemporary art exhibit youād spent weeks perfecting when the noises started again around 11 p.m. This time it was two girls.
Their laughter spilled into the hallway first, then straight through your wall. Heeseungās voice was low and teasing, the kind of filthy charm that probably worked on every girl on campus.
Soon the bed was creaking loudly, headboard banging in a frantic rhythm while both girls moaned in tandem one breathy and high, the other deeper and more desperate.
āHeeseung oh god, yes fuck me like thatāā mixed with wet, obscene sounds that left zero doubt about exactly what was happening next door. The wall vibrated so intensely your coffee mug slid an inch across the desk.
You sat there in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, staring at your glowing screen, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every moan, every dirty encouragement from Heeseung, every rhythmic thud felt like a personal attack on the one thing you actually cared about your future.
Your grades, your dream of curating real exhibitions someday. While Iām over here trying not to fail out of the only thing Iām good at, you thought, fingers flying angrily across the keyboard, heās over there living his best life with a rotating cast of girls screaming his name.
You wore the headphones until your ears rang. You even tried white noise apps, earplugs underneath nothing fully blocked it. The sex noises went on for nearly two hours that night, loud and shameless, until they finally quieted around 1:30 a.m.
By the end of the two weeks, you were running on fumes dark circles under your eyes, caffeine shakes in your hands, and a permanent knot of irritation lodged in your chest whenever you passed his door.
The random nights had been spaced out just enough to feel like psychological warfare instead of constant chaos.Heeseung never once toned it down. Never once seemed to care that someone on the other side of the wall was actually trying to build a future that didnāt involve daddyās money or NBA scouts.
When Friday morning finally arrived and your last exam was over, you dragged yourself back to the apartment building, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The hallway was quiet for once. Heeseungās door looked innocently closed.
You unlocked your own door, stepped inside, and immediately collapsed face first onto your bed, still in your clothes midterms were done.But the resentment toward the boy next door had only grown sharper and Sunghoonās party was tonight. You groaned into your pillow one hour in and out. Just donāt kill Heeseung on sight.
You took the quickest shower of your life, and changed into the first comfortable outfit you could findāa simple black crop top that showed just a sliver of your midriff and your favorite pair of dark jeansācomfortable, practical, safe.
You texted Yunjin that you were ready to head over to her place to āget ready together,ā secretly hoping she wouldnāt make a big deal out of your clothesābig mistake. Yunjinās apartment was only two blocks away, and the second you stepped inside, she took one look at you and gasped like you had personally offended her.
āNo no absolutely not,ā she declared, hands on her hips, eyes scanning you up and down with pure horror. āYou cannot go to Sunghoonās party looking like that.ā
You glanced down at yourself, confused. āWhatās wrong with this? Itās cute itās comfortable.āāCute? Comfortable?ā Yunjin repeated, already dragging you toward her bedroom like a woman on a mission.
āBabe, weāre going to a party, not the library. You just survived two weeks of hell tonight youāre supposed to look hot, not like youāre about to give a museum tour.ā
Before you could protest, she flung open her closet and started pulling out clothes with frightening speed. She held up a black mini skirt dangerously short, made of soft leather like material and a sheer black button up shirt that was practically see through.
āTry these,ā she ordered, shoving the hanger into your hands. You stared at the outfit like it might bite you. āYunjin, no way, that skirt is barely legal and the shirt is see through iām not wearing that.ā
āYes way, you are,ā she sang, already pushing you toward the bathroom. āYou agreed to come to the party that means youāre under my styling jurisdiction for tonight go change nowā
You argued the entire time you were changing. āThis is ridiculous! im going to freeze, people are going to stare i look like Iām trying way too hardāā
But Yunjin was relentless. The second you stepped out in the mini skirt and sheer shirt ( with a black bralette underneath so you werenāt completely exposed ), she clapped her hands and squealed.
āOh my god, yes! Look at you!ā She spun you around in front of her full length mirror. The skirt hugged your hips and ended high on your thighs, making your legs look longer.
The sheer shirt draped softly over your shoulders, the black bralette visible underneath in a way that was teasing but not outright scandalous. āYou look insane like, dangerously hot.ā
You tugged at the hem of the skirt, cheeks burning. āI feel naked. Can't I at least wear the jeans over this or something?āāNo,ā she said firmly, already sitting you down in front of her vanity. āWeāre doing makeup now sit still.ā
For the next twenty minutes, Yunjin worked her magic. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, soft smoky eyes, a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones, and a bold red lip that made your mouth look fuller. She even styled your hair into loose, effortless waves that framed your face perfectly.
When she finally stepped back, she let out a satisfied sigh.āAnyone would worship the ground you walk on looking like this,ā she said, grinning proudly. āTrust me tonight, youāre not the stressed out art curator girl who yells at her neighbor. Youāre the girl who turns heads even Heeseung wonāt know what to do with himself when he sees you.ā
You rolled your eyes, but a small flutter of nerves mixed with reluctant confidence settled in your stomach as you looked at your reflection. The outfit was way bolder than anything youād normally wear, but you had to admit it looked good.
āFine,ā you muttered, smoothing down the skirt one last time. āBut if I hate it, weāre leaving early and if Heeseung says one word about āmiss moralsā in this outfit, Iām pouring a drink on him.āYunjin laughed and linked her arm with yours. āDeal now letās go make Sunghoonās party unforgettable.ā
You and Yunjin barely made it out of her apartment before your phone buzzed with a text from Soobin saying he was already waiting downstairs. The three of you had agreed he would drive so none of you had to worry about getting home later.
The elevator ride down felt too short. Your heart was already beating a little faster than usual partly from the unfamiliar outfit, partly from the knowledge that you were actually going to a party after surviving two brutal weeks of midterms.
The black mini skirt kept riding up slightly with every step, and you kept tugging nervously at the hem while Yunjin wouldnāt stop complimenting how good you looked.
When you stepped out of the building into the cool evening air, Soobinās car was parked right in front, engine idling. He was leaning casually against the driverās side, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he looked up and saw the two of you approaching, his eyes widened noticeably.
Especially when they landed on you. Soobin froze for a second, his usual calm expression cracking into pure, genuine shock. His gaze traveled slowly from your loose waves and sharp winged eyeliner, down to the sheer black shirt that subtly revealed the black bralette underneath, then to the dangerously short leather like mini skirt that made your legs look endless.
He blinked once, twice, before quickly clearing his throat and straightening up, ears turning a light shade of pink.āWowā he said, voice a little higher than his normal soft tone. āYou both look really nice like, really nice.ā
Yunjin grinned triumphantly, looping her arm through yours and squeezing. āSee? Told you! Even Soobin is shook, she looks hot, right?ā
You felt heat creep up your neck and quickly crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly hyper aware of how different you looked from your usual oversized hoodie and jeans self.
āItās all Yunjinās doing. She basically held me hostage in her room until I changed. I tried to wear my normal clothes and she acted like I committed a crime.ā
Soobin gave a small, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened the back door for both of you like the gentleman he was. āNo, it really suits you, you look great tonight.ā His compliment was sincere and gentle, making the awkwardness feel a little softer. āReady to go? Sunghoonās place isnāt too far from here.ā
The car ride was filled with easy, light chatter that helped calm your nerves. Yunjin sat in the front passenger seat, already buzzing with excitement about seeing Sunghoon, while you sat in the back, occasionally tugging at your skirt and staring out the window at the passing streetlights.
Soobin kept the conversation flowing comfortably, light complaints about how brutal midterms had been, predictions about how wild the party might get, and Yunjinās endless teasing about how
Sunghoon had āpersonally invitedā her. Every now and then Soobin would glance at you through the rearview mirror, still looking a little flustered whenever your eyes met.
Before you knew it, Soobin was pulling up to a large off campus house that was already pulsing with loud music and flashing colored lights. Cars lined both sides of the street, and groups of people were laughing and chatting on the front lawn, red cups in hand.
The three of you climbed out of the car, and the heavy bass from inside immediately hit you like a wave. The night air smelled like a mix of cheap beer, sweet perfume, and fresh cut grass. Yunjin practically bounced on her heels with excitement as the three of you walked up the pathway toward the front door.
Sunghoon was standing right at the entrance, playing the perfect host in a simple black shirt and jeans. His sharp, handsome features broke into a warm, genuine smile the moment he spotted your group approaching.
āHey! You guys actually made it,ā he greeted cheerfully, voice carrying easily over the noise from inside. His eyes lingered on Yunjin for an extra beat, a soft grin tugging at his lips. āYunjin, glad you came and you brought friends, nice.ā
He gave Soobin a friendly nod and then turned his attention to you, eyebrows raising slightly in pleasant surprise as he took in your bold outfit. āHey! you clean up really well. Welcome to the party, hope you guys have fun tonight.ā
You managed a small, polite smile, still feeling slightly out of your element. āThanks for inviting us.āSunghoon handed each of you a red solo cup filled with something fruity and strong smelling a sweet cocktail that had a sharp kick of alcohol when you took your first cautious sip.
āDrinks are flowing inside help yourselves to whatever you want. Thereās food in the kitchen, beer pong in the living room, and dancing. Pretty much everywhere enjoy!ā
Yunjin thanked him brightly, her cheeks already a little flushed with excitement, and steered you and Soobin further into the crowded house. The interior was packed wall to wall with people.
Students were laughing loudly, dancing in the middle of the living room, playing intense games of beer pong, and making out in dimly lit corners. The music was loud but not yet overwhelming, colorful lights flashing across the walls and bodies.
For the first few minutes, the three of you stuck close together, weaving through the crowd while sipping your drinks. Soobin stayed protectively near your side, occasionally leaning down to say something quiet and reassuring whenever he noticed you looking a bit overwhelmed by the chaos.
Then you felt it. That familiar, annoying prickle on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. You turned your head slightly, and there he was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against the wall near the staircase, a red cup dangling from his fingers. He was surrounded by a small group of his closest friendsāBeomgyu laughing at something on his phone, Jake with his usual bright smile, and Jay nursing his own drink while scanning the room.
Heeseung looked effortlessly good tonight in a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His hair was styled in that signature messy but perfect way.
The moment his dark eyes found you across the crowded room, his conversation with the guys stopped mid sentence.
His gaze dragged slowly and shamelessly down your body, taking in the short black mini skirt that hugged your hips and thighs, the sheer shirt that teased the black bralette underneath, the way the outfit accentuated your curves before snapping back up to your face.
For once, his usual cocky smirk didnāt appear instantly. Instead, there was a flash of genuine surprise, followed by something darker, more heated, and appreciative.
He pushed off the wall and started walking straight toward your group, completely ignoring whatever Beomgyu was saying behind him.
āWell, well, well,ā Heeseung drawled when he was close enough, his voice cutting smoothly through the music. His eyes were still shamelessly roaming over you. āLook who decided to show up. Miss morals in a mini skirt i almost didnāt recognize you damn.ā
You felt your stomach twist with that familiar mix of irritation and unwanted warmth. Before you could even open your mouth to snap back, Yunjin jumped in defensively, stepping slightly in front of you with a bright but sharp smile.
āExcuse me, Heeseung? She looks amazing, and she doesnāt need your backhanded compliments,ā Yunjin said, tilting her head with fake sweetness.
āUnlike some people who only know how to throw loud parties and bring random girls over during midterms, maybe focus on your own game instead of commenting on her outfit.ā
Heeseung chuckled lowly, clearly amused by Yunjinās quick defense, but his eyes never left you. Jake, Beomgyu, and Jay were now watching the exchange from a few feet away, Beomgyu smirking like he was enjoying the show and Jake looking mildly entertained.
āRelax, Yunjin,ā Heeseung replied smoothly, taking a sip from his cup. āIām just saying that she cleaned up dangerous tonight, didnāt think our neighbor owned anything shorter than ankle length. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay back me up here. She looks good, right?ā
Beomgyu grinned and raised his cup in a lazy toast. āYeah, she do be looking fire tonight.āJake nodded with a bright laugh. āFor real, new look suits you.āJay just shook his head with a small smile, staying quiet but clearly entertained.
You rolled your eyes, lifting your red solo cup to your lips to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. āDonāt start with me tonight, Heeseung iām only here for one hour, and Iād rather not spend it dealing with your nonsense.ā
Heeseung tilted his head, that signature cocky smirk fully back in place now as he took another slow step closer. The way he was looking at you made the noisy room feel suddenly ten degrees warmer.
āGonna dance tonight, or are you just here to supervise everyone elseās fun like usual, miss morals?ā
You didnāt even give Heeseung the satisfaction of a proper reply. Instead, you flipped him off with a sharp middle finger, turned on your heel, and grabbed Yunjinās arm. āCome on, letās go.ā
Yunjin laughed loudly, clearly proud of your reaction, and let you drag her deeper into the crowded house while Heeseungās low chuckle followed behind you. Beomgyu, Jake, and Jay were already teasing him in the background, but you refused to look back.
For the first half hour, the party actually felt manageable. You stuck close to Yunjin and Soobin, sipping from your red solo cup and people watching from a quieter corner of the living room.
The music was loud, the lights flashed in rhythm with the bass, and the alcohol slowly started to loosen the tight knot of stress that midterms had left in your chest. Then Sunghoon appeared again.
He approached your group with that easy, charming smile, eyes mostly locked on Yunjin. āHey want to dance?āYunjinās face lit up like heād just offered her the moon. She turned to you quickly, squeezing your hand. āYouāll be okay for a bit, right? Iāll be right back!ā
Before you could even answer, she was gone, disappearing into the sea of bodies on the dance floor with Sunghoonās hand on her waist, now it was just you and Soobin.
You tried to keep the conversation light, but the longer you stood there, the more the party energy started to pull at you. The drink in your cup was strong and sweet, and after two weeks of pure academic hell, the idea of letting loose felt dangerously tempting.
āFuck it,ā you muttered under your breath. You downed the rest of your drink in one go, the burn sliding warmly down your throat. Then you grabbed another cup from a passing tray and started sipping again. Why not? Midterms were over. You deserved this.
Soobin noticed and raised an eyebrow, but he didnāt judge. He stayed beside you, chatting quietly, making sure you werenāt completely alone. But after a while, you started feeling guilty. He was sweet, always listening, always there and here he was babysitting you instead of enjoying the party.
āGo talk to your friends,ā you told him, giving him a gentle push toward a group of guys waving at him from across the room. āSeriously, Soobin iāll be fine, i donāt want you wasting your night stuck with me. Go have fun iāll text you if I need anything.ā
He hesitated, looking concerned, but you begged him with your best pleading eyes until he finally nodded. āOkay but stay safe, text me if anything feels off.ā
Once Soobin walked away to join his friends, you let yourself drift toward the dance floor. The alcohol was hitting nicely now a warm, fuzzy buzz that made the music feel better and your body lighter.
You moved to the edge of the crowd first, swaying gently, then slowly worked your way deeper into the pulsing bodies.
You didnāt notice him at first. But Heeseung had been watching you the entire time. From the moment Yunjin disappeared with Sunghoon, his eyes had followed you. He watched you down your drinks. He watched you convince Soobin to leave.
And now he watched as you finally stepped fully onto the dance floor, hips moving to the heavy beat, the short black mini skirt riding up just enough to draw attention, the sheer shirt catching the flashing lights.
Heeseung set his cup down and started moving through the crowd toward you, slow and deliberate. When he was close enough, he didnāt just grab you like most guys would. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice low and surprisingly respectful against the loud music.
āHey can I dance with you?ā
You turned your head, alcohol making you bold. Your eyes met his, and for once, you didnāt immediately snap at him. The buzz in your veins, the way he was looking at you like he couldnāt look awayā¦it made something reckless spark inside you.
You nodded āYeah okay.ā Only then did Heeseung step closer. The moment he did, the space between you disappeared. His body pressed lightly against yours at first, hands hovering respectfully before you started moving together.
The music was sensual, slow and heavy, and your bodies naturally fell into rhythm. It didnāt stay innocent for long. Heeseungās hands gradually grew bolder one sliding to your waist, the other brushing up your side, fingers grazing the sheer fabric of your shirt.
You moved closer, hips rolling against his, the short skirt brushing against his thighs. His touch grew hotter, palms sliding down to grip your hips, then slowly roaming over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him.
The air between you thickened. Your breathing grew heavier. Every brush of his body sent sparks through your skin. Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low. āfuck, not being able to kiss you right now is actual torture.ā
The words hit you like a shot of pure heat. The alcohol, the weeks of built up tension, the way his hands felt all over your body everything crashed together in one reckless moment.
You didnāt think, you just acted. turning your head as you grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed your lips against his.
The kiss was messy, desperate, and instantly wild. Heeseung groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, one hand flying up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightened possessively on your waist, pulling you even harder against him.
You kissed like you were angry at each otherāteeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and deep, lips moving with raw hunger.
Heeseung kissed like heād been waiting for this exact moment. His mouth was demanding, devouring, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. You moaned softly against him, fingers threading into his hair and tugging, which only made him kiss you harder.
The dance floor disappeared around you. The music faded into background noise. There was only the heat of his body, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, and the way his hands roamed greedily over your curves sliding up your back under the sheer shirt, gripping your hips, pressing you so close you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.
The makeout was crazy sloppy, passionate, breathless. You bit his lower lip, and he responded with a low growl, sucking on your tongue before kissing you even harder.
Your bodies moved together to the beat, grinding slowly while your mouths stayed locked in a heated battle.
When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were panting, lips swollen and shiny. Heeseungās eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you like he wanted to devour you right there on the dance floor.
āShitā he breathed, forehead resting against yours. āYouāre going to kill me tonight.āThe kiss finally broke, both of you breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening under the flashing party lights.
Heeseungās forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he was afraid youād disappear if he let go.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown with want, and the way he looked at you sent another rush of heat straight through your body.
You didnāt think. The alcohol, the weeks of hating him, the way his hands had felt all over you everything made you reckless. You leaned in closer, voice low and breathless against his ear. āWanna go back to your apartment?ā
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous smirk tugging at his swollen lips. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly melted into pure hunger.
āFuck yesā
He didnāt waste another second. His hand slid down to grab yours firmly, fingers lacing tight as he started pulling you through the crowded dance floor. People moved out of the way as Heeseung cut a path toward the front door, his grip on you possessive and urgent.
You barely had time to register anything else Yunjin and Soobin were somewhere in the house, but right now, none of that mattered.The cool night air hit your flushed skin the moment you stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning in your veins.
Heeseungās car was parked a little down the street. He didnāt let go of your hand the entire way, and the second you reached the passenger side, he opened the door for you with surprising speed before rounding the car and sliding into the driverās seat.
The moment the doors closed, the tension exploded again. Heeseung started the engine, but you were already growing impatient. The short drive back to your apartment building felt too long. Every red light, every stop sign made the ache between your legs worse.
You kept stealing glances at him his jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel, the way his shirt was slightly undone from your earlier tugging. At the third red light, you couldnāt hold it in anymore.āFuck this,ā you muttered.
Before Heeseung could react, you unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and straddled his lap in one swift motion. The mini skirt rode up high on your thighs as you settled on top of him, your hands immediately cupping his face as you crashed your lips back onto his.
Heeseung groaned loudly into the kiss, his hands flying to your waist to steady you. The kiss was even wilder than on the dance floor desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth. You rocked your hips against him, grinding down slowly at first, then harder, feeling him harden beneath you through his jeans.
His hands roamed greedily, one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast over the bralette, the other gripping your ass and pulling you tighter against his growing bulge.
āShit youāre driving me crazy,ā he muttered against your mouth between kisses, voice rough and wrecked.
You moaned softly, grinding down harder, the friction sending sparks through your entire body. The car windows started to fog up as you moved together, lips never leaving each other for long.
Heeseungās tongue slid against yours, deep and filthy, while his hips bucked up to meet your movements, the steering wheel pressing into your back.
You were completely lost in him hands in his hair, tugging, lips sucking on his bottom lip, hips rolling in desperate circles when the sharp sound of honking suddenly pierced through the haze.
Once, twice, then a chorus of angry car horns blaring behind you reality crashed back in.
You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, breathing ragged. The light had turned green, and the cars lined up behind you were laying on their horns, some drivers shouting out their windows.
Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, his hands still gripping your thighs tightly. His eyes were dark, hair messy from your fingers, lips red and kiss bitten.āFuck,ā he rasped, voice hoarse. āWeāre gonna cause an accident if you keep this up.ā
You quickly scrambled back into the passenger seat, heart pounding, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal.
Your skirt was hiked up dangerously high, and you tugged it down with shaky hands while Heeseung adjusted himself in his seat, clearly struggling to focus on the road.
He shot you a heated sideways glance, smirk returning as he pressed the gas pedal.āAlmost home,ā he said, voice low and promising. āTry not to jump me again until weāre inside or donāt. I'm not complaining.ā
The rest of the short drive was torturous. The air in the car was thick with tension, both of you stealing glances, the memory of your grinding still fresh and electric.
When Heeseung finally pulled into the parking spot outside your shared apartment building, he killed the engine and turned to you, eyes blazing.
The second you were both out of the car, he grabbed your hand again and practically dragged you toward the entrance, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy between you.
The second the door to Heeseungās apartment slammed shut behind you, all restraint vanished.He had you pinned against the wood before you could even catch your breath, mouth crashing back onto yours in a filthy, open mouthed kiss.
His hands were everywhere one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast roughly, the other gripping your ass and yanking your hips flush against the hard line of his cock already straining in his jeans.
āBeen thinking about this since you walked in wearing that tiny fucking skirt,ā he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan. āLook at you acting like such a good girl all semester and now youāre begging to get fucked in my bed.ā
You didnāt deny it you couldnāt. The alcohol and weeks of pent up hatred had turned into pure, desperate need. You tugged at his shirt buttons, popping a few open in your haste, and Heeseung chuckled darkly before ripping the rest off himself.
The shirt hit the floor. Yours followed a second later, then your bralette, leaving your tits exposed to the cool air of his apartment.
Heeseungās mouth was on your neck instantly, sucking a mark right below your jaw while his hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they were hard and aching. āSo fucking pretty when youāre needy like this,ā he muttered, voice low and rough. āBet youāre already soaked for me, huh?ā
You whimpered when he shoved the mini skirt up around your waist and cupped you over your panties. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric, rubbing slow circles over your clit.
āShit you are dripping already.ā He smirked against your throat. āSuch a dirty little secret youāve been hiding, miss morals.ā
You didnāt have time to snap back. Heeseung dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, hooked your panties to the side, and buried his face between your thighs without warning. His tongue dragged a long, nasty stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you.
āOh my godāā Your head thunked back against the door as he licked and sucked like a man starved, two fingers sliding inside you easily because you were so wet.
He curled them perfectly, pumping fast while his tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit. The sounds were obscene wet, sloppy, loud and he didnāt care. He ate you like he wanted to ruin you.
You came hard on his tongue within minutes, thighs shaking, fingers yanking at his hair as you cried out his name. Heeseung didnāt stop until you were trembling and pushing at his head, then he stood up, lips shiny with your arousal, and kissed you deep so you could taste yourself.
āBedroom now,ā he ordered.
He didnāt wait for you to walk. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you down the short hallway while your legs wrapped around his waist.
Your skirt was still bunched around your hips, panties shoved to the side. You could feel his cock pressing against your soaked core with every step.
The second he kicked his bedroom door open, he dropped you onto the bed. You barely had time to bounce before he was stripping the rest of his clothes off. His jeans and boxers hit the floor and his cock sprang freeāthick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.
Your mouth watered at the sight. Heeseung climbed over you, caging you in with his arms. āYou want this?ā he asked, voice dark, one hand stroking his cock slowly as he looked down at you. āTell me you want it.ā
āI want it,ā you breathed, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. āFuck me, Heeseung.āThat was all it took.
He shoved your legs apart wider, lined himself up, and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust. You gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
āFuck, so tight,ā he groaned, forehead dropping to yours. āTaking me so well already.āThen he started moving hard fast and filthy.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, the same wall that separated your apartments. The irony wasnāt lost on you, but you couldnāt bring yourself to care.
Heeseung fucked you like heād been imagining this exact moment for months.Deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce and your breath hitch.
He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could fuck you even deeper. The new angle made you cry out, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
āLook at you,ā he rasped, eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you. āTaking every inch like a good little slut, who wouldāve thought the girl next door gets this fucking nasty?ā
The degradation was light, just enough to make your pussy clench harder around him. You moaned louder, hips trying to meet his thrusts.
Heeseungās hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you.
āCome on, baby. Come on my cock again, wanna feel you squeezing me.ā You shattered for the second time, back arching, walls fluttering around his thick length as your orgasm crashed through you. Heeseung fucked you through it, hips never slowing, chasing his own release.
āFuckā Iām close,ā he growled, voice strained. āWhere do you want it?ā He asked, āInside,ā you gasped, still riding the high. āCome inside me.ā
Heeseung cursed loudly, thrusting a few more brutal times before he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. You felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he groaned your name against your neck, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
For a moment the only sounds were both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
Heeseung stayed inside you for a long minute, forehead pressed to yours, before he finally pulled out slowly. A trickle of his cum leaked out of you onto the sheets, and he watched it with dark, satisfied eyes then collapsed beside you.
Instead of pulling away, Heeseung immediately reached for you. He wrapped one strong arm around your waist and tugged you against his chest, your back flush to his front in a tight, warm hug. His other hand gently pulled the duvet up over both of you, cocooning your naked bodies in soft warmth.
You were still sticky with sweat and cum, thighs trembling, but the way he held you possessive yet surprisingly gentle made something soft flutter in your chest despite everything.
Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.āStay,ā he murmured, voice already thick with sleep as he tightened his arm around you. āJust stay.ā
Exhausted, fucked out, and strangely comforted by his warmth, you let your eyes drift shut. His steady heartbeat against your back and the heavy duvet wrapped around you lulled you quickly into sleep, safe in Heeseungās arms for the night.
The first thing you registered was the pounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light filtering through unfamiliar curtains making everything feel hazy. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed red 4:28 a.m.
Your mouth was dry, throat scratchy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your temples the unmistakable aftermath of too many drinks and not nearly enough sleep. You shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, and thatās when you felt it.
A warm, solid body pressed against your back. An arm draped heavily over your waist, holding you close skin against skin. The faint scent of cologne, sweat, and something distinctly masculine filled your senses.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Memories from last night crashed over you like ice water.
The party, the red solo cup dancing. Heeseungās hands all over your body on the dance floor. The reckless invitation. The car ride where youād climbed into his lap like you had no shame.
The way heād pinned you against his door, dropped to his knees in the entryway, fucked you hard on his bed until you were crying out his name. The filthy sounds. The way heād filled you up. The way heād pulled you against his chest afterward, hugging you tight under the duvet as you both drifted off.
You had fucked Lee Heeseung
You had fucked your loud, cocky, insufferable neighbor the basketball captain youād spent months complaining about, the one who called you āMiss Moralsā like it was the funniest joke in the world.
Mortification burned hot through your entire body. Your stomach twisted violently. What the hell had you been thinking? The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of common sense, and now you were lying naked in his bed, his cum still faintly sticky between your thighs, his arm wrapped around you like you belonged there.
Heeseung was still sound asleep behind you, breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. His face was relaxed in sleep no smirk, no cocky grin but you knew the second he woke up, everything would change.
He would never let you live this down. The teasing would be relentless. āMiss moralsā would turn into something far worse. Heād smirk every time he saw you in the hallway, make dirty little comments about how loud youād been, how desperate youād sounded begging for him.
The walls between your apartments were thin heād probably bring it up every time you complained about his noise again. Your life next door would become a living hell.You couldnāt stay here.
Panic clawed up your throat. You had to leave before he woke up. Before this became real. Before he opened his eyes and looked at you with that knowing, satisfied smirk.
Carefully, so carefully, you lifted his arm from your waist. He stirred slightly but didnāt wake, murmuring something incoherent under his breath. Your heart hammered as you slowly slid out from under the duvet, the cool air hitting your naked skin and raising goosebumps.
You moved like a ghost around his room, gathering your scattered clothes as quietly as possible. Your sheer black shirt, the black bralette, the dangerously short mini skirt, your panties all crumpled on the floor where theyād been tossed in the heat of the moment.
You dressed as fast as you could, fingers trembling as you buttoned the sheer shirt and tugged the mini skirt down your thighs. Your hair was a mess, makeup probably smudged, but you didnāt care. You just needed to get out.
Barefoot, shoes in hand, you tiptoed toward the bedroom door. Every creak of the floorboards felt deafening. You glanced back once at Heeseung still asleep, one arm now stretched across the empty space where youād been, dark hair messy against the pillow.
A strange, unwelcome pang twisted in your chest, but you shoved it down hard. This never happened.
You slipped out of his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you. The living room was dark and silent. You navigated through the unfamiliar space, heart racing, until you reached the front door. The lock clicked softly as you turned it.
The hallway was empty and dimly lit when you stepped outside. The cool air felt like freedom. You didnāt even bother putting your shoes on yet you just hurried the few steps to your own apartment door next door, fumbling with your keys until they finally slid into the lock.
The moment you were inside, you locked the door behind you, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor, breathing hard.
Your body still ached in the best and worst ways. Thighs sore, a faint bruise forming on your hip from his grip, the ghost of his touch lingering everywhere. You could still feel him inside you, still taste the heat of his mouth.
You buried your face in your hands, mortified beyond words. What had you done?You had slept with the one person you couldnāt stand and now you had to live right next door to him, pretending it never happened.
Because if Heeseung ever found out youād run away like this, the teasing would only get worse much, much worse. You spent the rest of that early morning in a haze of denial.
Your phone vibrated then again. You reached for it with a heavy sigh, squinting at the bright screen.
yunjin ( 3 new messages )
yunjin : babe where did u go?? one second u were dancing and then u disappeared š
yunjin : sunghoon said he saw u leave with someone?? pls tell me ur okay
yunjin : im worried call me when u wake up!!
soobin ( 4 new messages )
soobin : hey, you okay? you left pretty suddenly last night without telling both of us yunjinās freaking out a bit
soobin : let me know if you got home safe
soobin : if you need anything or want to talk, iām here no pressure
soobin : hope youāre resting well ā¤ļø
You stared at the messages, throat tightening. The kindness in Soobinās texts and Yunjinās worried energy made fresh tears prick at your eyes. They had no idea what you had done. No idea you had spent the night in Heeseungās bed, letting him touch you, kiss you, fuck you like youād lost all common sense.
You typed back with trembling fingers, keeping it short and vague
you : got home safe, just drank too much and needed to leave early sorry for worrying you guys iām okay, just tired talk later ā¤ļø
You sent it and immediately turned your phone on silent, burying your face in your hands the memories wouldnāt stop replaying. Heeseungās hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck. The way he had groaned your name when he came inside you.
How safe and warm his arms had felt when he pulled you under the duvet afterward. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push it all away this never happened.
After sliding down your front door and sitting on the cold floor for what felt like hours, you finally dragged yourself to the shower.
You scrubbed your skin until it was raw, trying to wash away every trace of Heeseung his scent, his touch, the sticky evidence of what youād done between your thighs. The hot water did nothing to erase the soreness or the vivid flashbacks that kept playing on loop in your head.
By the time the sun came up, you had made a decision this never happened. You would bury it so deep that even you would start to believe it. No one needed to know. Not Yunjin, not Soobin, not even yourself on most days.
You would go back to normal go to classes, focus on your art curator projects, complain about the noise next door like always. And most importantly, you would avoid Lee Heeseung at all costs.
Heeseung stepped out of his apartment with a half empty water bottle in hand, planning to grab the last box from his car before the evening practice. The hallway was quiet until it wasnāt.
A girl came rushing around the corner, arms overloaded with a massive cardboard box that completely blocked her line of sight. She collided straight into his chest with a startled gasp.
The box flew out of her hands and crashed to the floor, spilling books, notebooks, and what looked like art supplies everywhere across the hallway carpet. Heeseung instinctively reached out and grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling backward.
She looked up at him, flushed and clearly annoyed, strands of hair falling across her face from the chaotic move. She was pretty, sharp eyes, determined expression the kind of girl who didnāt seem impressed by campus status.
A smirk tugged at his lips before he could stop it.āEasy there, neighbor,ā he drawled, voice laced with amusement. āYou always run into people like youāre trying to tackle them, or am I just lucky?ā
She blinked, then quickly crouched down to gather her scattered belongings, avoiding his gaze.āSorry,ā she muttered, tone tight and clipped. āDidnāt see you.ā
Heeseung crouched down as well, picking up a thick book on museum curation that had slid toward his foot. He turned it over in his hands, raising an eyebrow.āArt stuff, huh?ā he asked casually. āYou moving in next door?ā
āYeah just today,ā she replied shortly, snatching the book back from him with a little more force than necessary.
He stood up first and leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her struggle to reorganize everything into the box. Most girls would have smiled, maybe even recognized him as the basketball captain.
This one? She looked like she already wanted nothing to do with him.āIām Heeseung,ā he said, flashing his most charming grin. āLee Heeseung, your new neighbor. Need help carrying that? Looks heavy.ā He offered,
āIām good thanks,ā she answered without even looking up, standing quickly and slinging the tote over her shoulder.
Heeseung didnāt move out of the way. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her with open curiosity. There was something refreshing about her indifference that it made him want to push a little harder.
āJust so you know,ā he added, voice dropping into a teasing tone, āThe walls here are pretty thin, try not to be too loud when youāre studying or doing whatever it is, serious art curator girls do at night.āHer eyes finally snapped up to his, narrowing with clear irritation.
āIāll keep that in mind,ā she said flatly. āAnd maybe you can try keeping your parties down some people actually have to study to pass their classes.ā
Heeseung let out a low, genuine laugh that echoed down the empty hallway. She had bite and he liked that.
āWelcome to the building, miss morals,ā he called after her as she turned toward her door, the nickname slipping out naturally. She didnāt respond. She fumbled with her keys, unlocked her apartment, and slipped inside without another word, the door shutting with a firm click.
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, still grinning to himself. The girl next door already hated him, and he hadnāt even thrown his first party yet. This was going to be interesting.
The gym echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic bounce of basketballs. Afternoon practice was in full swing, but during a water break, Heeseung leaned against the bleachers, towel draped over his shoulders, a cocky grin already plastered on his face.
Jay tossed him a bottle of water. āYou look way too happy for someone who just ran suicides.āHeeseung laughed, taking a long sip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. āCanāt help it ran into the new neighbor again this morning.ā
Beomgyu perked up immediately, spinning the ball on his finger. āThe girl next door? The one who already hates your guts?ā
āmiss morals herself,ā Heeseung confirmed, his smirk widening. āI was just leaving for practice when she came out, i told her the walls are thin and she should try not to be too loud at night. You shouldāve seen her face, she looked like she wanted to throw her coffee at me.ā
Jake, who was stretching nearby, let out a loud laugh. āDude, youāre obsessed! thatās like the third time this week youāve mentioned her.ā
āIām not obsessed,ā Heeseung shot back, but his grin betrayed him. āItās just too easy. She gets so worked up over the smallest things. Last week I had a couple of people over, nothing crazy and she banged on my door at midnight like the apartment was on fire, called me an entitled asshole who only passes because ādaddy pays for everything.āā
The group burst into laughter. Sunghoon shook his head, amused. āSheās got balls, most girls on campus would be throwing themselves at you the second they find out youāre the captain.ā
āExactly,ā Heeseung said, tossing the towel aside. āThatās what makes it fun, she doesnāt give a single fuck who I am. No flirty smiles, no asking for tickets to games, nothing. She just glares at me like I personally ruined her life by existing next door itās hilarious.ā
Beomgyu grinned mischievously. āSo whatās your plan? Keep annoying her until she moves out?ā
āNah,ā Heeseung replied, bouncing the ball once. āIām just getting started, next time the musicās on, I might turn it up a little louder to see how long it takes before she comes marching over again. Bet sheāll have that cute little angry face on.ā
Jake, who had been quietly listening while stretching his hamstrings, suddenly straightened up with a knowing look.āDonāt you think youāre in love with her or something?ā he asked casually, but loud enough for the whole group to hear.
The gym went quiet for half a second before the guys exploded with laughter and teasing whistles. Heeseung nearly choked on his water. āWhat the fuck, Jake?ā
Jake shrugged, completely unfazed. āThink about it, sheās literally the only girl who doesnāt give a shit about you no ego stroking, no chasing after the basketball star. She treats you like any other annoying neighbor and instead of leaving her alone, you keep poking at her like a kid with a new toy. That sounds like a crush to me.ā
āBullshit,ā Heeseung scoffed, but his ears turned slightly red. He dribbled the ball harder than necessary, trying to play it cool. āIām not in love with her, sheās just entertaining. It's fun watching her get all riled up, thatās it.ā
Jay raised an eyebrow, smirking. āSure āEntertaining.ā thatās why you bring her up every single practice.ā
āExactly,ā Jake added with a grin. āIf she suddenly started being nice to you, youād probably be bored in a week but because she ignores you and calls you out, you canāt stop thinking about her.ā
Heeseung pointed the ball at Jake threateningly, though his smirk was fighting to stay hidden. āKeep talking and Iāll make you run extra laps, Sim.ā
The team laughed again, but Jake just held up his hands in surrender, still smiling. āIām just saying, man. One day youāre gonna realize youāre not annoying her because itās funny, youāre doing it because you like the way she fights back.ā
Heeseung rolled his eyes and turned away, dribbling the ball toward the court to end the conversation. But as practice resumed and he sank a clean three pointer, Jakeās words lingered in the back of his mind longer than he wanted to admit.
Maybe there was a tiny bit of truth to it. Or maybe he just really, really enjoyed getting on your nerves.
The laughter from the team slowly died down as practice resumed. Heeseung shook off Jakeās teasing comment, channeling the slight irritation into sharper shots. He sank another clean three pointer, the ball swishing through the net with satisfying precision.
For a few minutes, the court felt like the only place where everything made sense no annoying neighbors, no complicated feelings, just the game. Then the gym doors swung open with a loud bang.
Everyone turned as a tall, sharply dressed man in a tailored coat strode in, his presence immediately sucking the casual energy out of the room. Coach paused mid instruction, nodding respectfully.
Heeseungās stomach dropped the moment he recognized the figure his father. Mr. Lee didnāt smile. He never did when he showed up unannounced like this. His eyes scanned the court with cold calculation, lingering on Heeseung with clear disapproval.
āTake five, boys,ā Coach called out, sensing the shift in atmosphere. Heeseung wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over, jaw already tight. āDad what are you doing here?āMr. Lee stopped a few feet away, arms folded behind his back. His voice was low but carried easily across the quiet gym.
āI came to see if my son is actually putting in the work thatās supposed to get him into the NBA,ā he said flatly. āFrom what Iāve been hearing, it doesnāt look like it.āHeeseungās friends lingered nearby, pretending to drink water but clearly listening.
āIāve been at every practice,ā Heeseung replied, keeping his tone even. āCoach said my shooting percentage is up this weekāā
āDonāt make excuses,ā his father cut him off sharply. āYour brother Heedo was never this distracted at your age, he was laser focused top scorer captainfull ride to the best program in the country. And you? Youāre out here laughing with your little friends during water breaks, probably thinking about parties and girls instead of the game.ā
Heeseungās grip tightened on the basketball until his knuckles turned white.āIām not distracted,ā he said through gritted teeth. Mr.Lee stepped closer, voice dropping into that familiar, cutting tone that always found its mark.
āYouāre good for nothing if you canāt even focus on what matters. All that talent wasted because youād rather play around and act like some campus king. You think the scouts care about your popularity? they donāt, you will never be enough if you keep this up and you will certainly never be better than your brother.ā
The words landed like punches. Heedo ā the golden child. The one who had already made it pro overseas. The one their father never stopped comparing him to.Heeseungās jaw clenched so hard it ached. He wanted to snap back, to defend himself, but years of this had taught him it was useless. His father never listened.
Mr. Lee straightened his coat, expression unchanging. āFix it or donāt bother coming home for the holidays, i didnāt raise a failure.āWithout waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out of the gym, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him with a final, echoing thud. The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
Heeseung stood there for a moment, staring at the floor, chest tight with anger and something heavier he refused to name. The team slowly went back to practice, but the energy had shifted. Jake shot him a concerned look, but Heeseung ignored it, dribbling the ball harder than necessary as he moved back onto the court.
Inside, the familiar bitterness churned.His fatherās words echoed louder than any cheering crowd ever could. You will never be enough. You will never be better than your brother. Heeseung sank another shot, but this time it didnāt feel satisfying.
All he could think about was how easy it was to annoy the girl next door because at least when she glared at him and called him an entitled asshole, he felt something other than this hollow, crushing weight.
The heavy gym doors swung shut behind Mr. Lee, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. The team tried to resume practice, but the atmosphere had soured.
Heeseung stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the spot where his father had been. The familiar sting of those words good for nothing, never enough, never better than your brother settled heavy in his chest like lead.
Jake jogged over, clapping a hand on his shoulder. āHey, man donāt let him get to you, your dadās always been like that youāre killing it out here.ā
āYeah,ā Beomgyu added, spinning the ball on his finger. āIgnore him, youāre the one whoās gonna make it to the NBA, not Heedo.ā Jay nodded. āCome on, letās run some more plays weāll crush the next game.āHeeseung forced a half smile, but it didnāt reach his eyes. āYeah sure.ā
He went through the motions for the rest of practice dribbling, shooting, defending but he was quiet. No cocky jokes no teasing his teammates no loud laughter. Every time someone tried to pull him into conversation or hype him up after a good play, he gave short, one word replies and kept his head down. The usual spark was gone.
Even Coach noticed, shooting him concerned glances but saying nothing.The moment practice officially ended, Heeseung grabbed his bag and left first, ignoring the calls from his friends asking if he wanted to grab food. He needed air. He needed to get away from the echoes of his fatherās voice.
You were sitting alone at a corner table near the window, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Your hair was tied up messily, a pen between your teeth as you frowned at something on the screen. You looked focused serious and annoyingly cute in that concentrated way of yours.
A small, familiar spark ignited in his chest the one that always appeared whenever he spotted you. Before he could think better of it, Heeseung walked straight over and slid into the seat across from you without asking.You looked up, startled at first, then your expression quickly shifted into pure annoyance.
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā you asked, voice sharp but low enough not to disturb the other customers. You closed your laptop slightly, glaring at him. āThis is my table, go sit somewhere else.ā
Heeseung leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, that signature smirk slowly returning despite the heavy weight still sitting in his stomach. Seeing your irritated face felt lighter somehow. Easier than dealing with everything else.
āRelax, miss morals,ā he said, voice teasing. āIām not here to ruin your precious study time. Just saw you and thought Iād say hi to my favorite neighbor.ā
You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost impressive. āFavorite? We barely tolerate each other and Iām trying to work unlike some people who can afford to slack off because ādaddy can pay for everything.āā
The jab shouldāve stung more, especially after his fatherās visit, but instead it made Heeseungās smirk widen. There, it was that fire. That complete lack of care for who he was or what people usually said to him. You didnāt tiptoe around him. You didnāt try to impress him. You just called him out.
It felt strangely nice. Not in a romantic way, just refreshing ( liar liar liar he is totally in love with her ) He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. āOuch straight for the throat today. What are you working on thatās got you so grumpy? Another museum thing? Planning to curate an exhibit called āWhy Heeseung Should Shut Upā?ā
You gave him a flat look, clearly not amused. āItās for my capstone project and yes, if it helps keep loud neighbors quiet, I might include a whole section on it.ā
Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound genuine even if it was quiet. For the first time since his dad had shown up, the tight knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. He realized something in that moment. Your company wasnāt bad.
In fact, sitting here watching you get all annoyed and snappy at him felt better than sitting alone with his fatherās words ringing in his head. It was simple predictable in the best way. You gave him a reaction real, unfiltered and for a few minutes, it made everything else fade into the background.
He loved annoying you. Not because he wanted to hurt you but because when you pushed back, it reminded him he was still here. Still capable of feeling something other than pressure and disappointment.
āFine,ā he said, raising his hands in mock surrender, though he made no move to leave. āIāll behave for now but only if you tell me what that exhibit is actually about.ā You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, clearly debating whether to kick him out or just ignore him. Heeseung waited, smirk still in place, secretly hoping youād keep arguing with him a little longer.
His eyes opened slowly, the soft gray morning light filtering through the curtains. His body felt sore in places that reminded him immediately of last night a dull ache in his shoulders, the faint stickiness between the sheets, the faint scent of sex still hanging in the air.
He turned his head to the side the bed was empty. The spot where you had been lying was cold, the pillow slightly dented but untouched now. No clothes scattered on the floor no shoes by the door nothing.
Heeseung sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. The memories came back in quiet, unflinching flashes the party you in that short black skirt.The heated dancing that turned into something reckless.The desperate makeout in his car while horns blared behind you.
How heād carried you inside, how urgently you both had moved against each other against the door, then on this bed.The way you had moaned his name.The way he had finished inside you.
And how, afterward, he had pulled you close under the duvet, your back against his chest, both of you falling asleep in silence.
Now you were gone. He glanced at the clock. 7:23 a.m. You must have woken up in a panic sometime in the early hours and slipped out while he was still asleep. The realization settled in his stomach like a stone heavy, uncomfortable, and strangely final.
Heeseung let out a long, tired breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. This was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake.
You had always made it clear how much you couldnāt stand him. The constant complaints about his noise, the glares in the hallway, the way you called him entitled behind his back.
Last night had been nothing more than too much alcohol and bad judgment on both sides. You waking up and running away only confirmed it.He didnāt blame you. If anything, he felt a quiet wave of regret wash over him. He should have known better.
He should have stopped things before they went that far. Now things between you two were already tense, this was going to be even more awkward.
Heeseung stood up and walked to the bathroom. While the shower heated up, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were faint scratch marks on his shoulders and a small bruise near his collarbone. Physical proof that last night had really happened.
He stepped under the hot water, letting it run over his face and shoulders. It never happened, he told himself. That was the only way forward.He would forget about it. Pretend the entire night was a blur he couldnāt quite remember.
No teasing no comments in the hallway no bringing it up ever again. You clearly wanted to erase it, and honestly so did he. The last thing he needed right now was more complications in his life especially with someone who lived right next door.
After the shower, he got dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. He made coffee in the kitchen, moving on autopilot. The apartment felt too quiet now.
Heeseung leaned against the counter, sipping the bitter drink, and stared at the wall that separated his place from yours.From now on, things would go back to normal. You would keep avoiding him like you always did.
He would keep his music at a reasonable volume when he remembered. And neither of you would ever speak about what happened last night. It was better this way, cleaner and simpler.
He finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and set it in the sink. Last night was a mistake and as far as Heeseung was concerned, it was already forgotten.
For the next two weeks, you turned your life into a carefully orchestrated mission of avoidance while your body slowly started betraying you in ways you couldnāt ignore. The mantra remained the same this never happened.
Every morning began the same way. Your alarm went off at 6:15 a.m., pulling you from restless sleep. The moment you sat up, a familiar wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, not violent, but persistent and queasy, making the room feel slightly off balance.
Youād sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, breathing slowly through your nose, waiting for it to pass. Some mornings it did. Others, youād rush to the bathroom and dry heave over the sink, nothing coming up except bitter bile and a metallic taste that lingered on your tongue.
Once the worst of it subsided, youād quickly get ready, choosing simple, comfortable clothes that wouldnāt draw attention. Then came the listening part. Youād press your ear to the front door, heart beating a little too fast, straining to hear any sound from Heeseungās apartment next door.
If you caught even the faintest click of his lock or the low murmur of his voice on a phone call, youād wait sometimes ten minutes, sometimes twenty pretending to reorganize your bag or check your notes until the hallway was silent again.
Leaving became a tactical exercise. You slipped out as quietly as possible, taking the side staircase instead of the main hallway whenever you spotted his car in the parking lot. The fatigue hit hardest during these moments.
Your legs felt heavier than usual, and by the time you reached campus, you were already drained, needing to sit down in the library for a few minutes just to catch your breath. Coming home was even more stressful.
You started timing your returns obsessively. If practice usually ended around 6 p.m., youād stay late at the library or in an empty classroom, working on your capstone exhibition proposal until you were sure Heeseung was either out with friends or already inside. One evening, the dizziness caught you off guard.
You had just turned the corner into your hallway when the world tilted slightly. You had to lean against the wall, breathing shallowly, while a strong wave of nausea made your stomach churn.
The faint scent of someoneās dinner cooking nearby sent you rushing the last few steps to your door. The moment you got inside, you barely made it to the toilet before vomiting actual, forceful vomiting that left you trembling on the cold tile floor.
You told yourself it was stress. The constant hyper vigilance. The lack of proper sleep. The emotional weight of pretending that night had never occurred. But the symptoms kept creeping in, growing harder to dismiss.
Even the scent of your own shampoo sometimes triggered a gag reflex. Food tasted strange too salty, too sweet, or completely off. You lost interest in meals altogether, surviving on small portions that you could keep down.
The fatigue settled deep in your bones. Youād come home from classes, collapse on the couch, and wake up hours later feeling like you hadnāt rested at all.
Your breasts felt tender and slightly swollen, brushing against your shirt making you wince. Mood swings hit at random. One minute you were focused on your work, the next you felt inexplicably teary or irritable. All of this made the avoidance even more draining.
One Thursday night, your timing failed you had stayed late at the library, hoping Heeseung would already be inside. When you finally dragged your tired body back to the building, the hallway lights felt blindingly bright.
Just as you reached your door, fumbling with your keys, you heard the unmistakable click of his lock opening.Panic surged through you. Your hands shook so badly that the keys nearly dropped. You managed to slip inside just as his door opened, pressing your back against the wood, heart hammering wildly.
You held your breath, listening to his footsteps pass by. The moment they faded, the nausea hit like a wave. You barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up again, knees weak, tears stinging your eyes from the force of it.
Afterward, you sat on the bathroom floor with your forehead resting on your knees, breathing shakily. This was getting worse.You were exhausted from the constant calculation when to leave, when to return, which route to take, how long to wait in the stairwell. The thin wall between your apartments felt like a constant threat.
Youād hear him moving around sometimes. The low sound of his music ( mercifully quieter these days ), the murmur of his voice when he was on the phone, the occasional laugh. Every sound made your stomach twist with anxiety and unwelcome memories.
You became hyper aware of everything. You avoided cooking anything with strong smells. You did laundry at 2 a.m. when you were sure he was asleep. You even changed the time you took showers, worried the sound of running water might coincide with him coming home.
Yunjin and Soobin noticed the changes. āYouāve been canceling plans a lot,ā Yunjin said during one quick lunch. āAnd you look really tired, are you sure youāre okay?ā
āIām fine,ā you lied, forcing a weak smile while fighting the nausea brought on by the smell of her food. āJust stressed about the capstone deadline itās taking everything out of me.ā
Soobin watched you quietly, concern clear in his eyes, but he didnāt push. Inside your apartment, the symptoms continued to build.
Mornings were brutal. Youād wake up with tender breasts and that persistent queasy feeling. Some days the vomiting was so bad you had to keep a small bucket discreetly by your bed.
The fatigue made it hard to focus during lectures. You'd find yourself zoning out, head heavy, fighting the urge to lay your head on the desk. Yet you refused to connect the dots .Itās just stress, you told yourself repeatedly. The avoidance the guilt the lack of sleep.
You pushed through, continuing your careful dance of avoidance. You timed every exit and entry with military precision. You became an expert at predicting Heeseungās schedule ( she should become a dispatch employee )
You kept your headphones on to drown out any sound from next door. You buried yourself in your art curator work, sketching exhibition layouts late into the night until your eyes burned.Two full weeks passed in this strange limbo.
You were pale, exhausted, and constantly on edge. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The fatigue made simple tasks feel monumental. And the fear of accidentally seeing Heeseung in the hallway kept you trapped in this self imposed isolation.
Deep down, a small, terrified voice in the back of your mind whispered that something was very wrong. But you silenced it the same way you silenced every memory of that night this never happened.
You would keep avoiding him. You would keep pretending everything was normal.Even as your body screamed louder and louder that nothing was normal anymore.
āUgh, my period is literally killing me today,ā she groaned, stirring her iced latte with a pout. āCramps are so bad, I can barely sit straight why does it always hit the worst during the worst season? I swear my uterus hates me.ā
Soobin chuckled softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. āDo you want me to grab you some painkillers from the convenience store?ā You tried to smile and nod along, but the words barely registered.
Her period is killing herā¦..
The sentence echoed in your head like a siren your own period. You mentally counted the days. It should have come a full week ago. Seven days late. Maybe more.
You had been so caught up in avoiding Heeseung, dealing with the constant nausea, fatigue, and vomiting that you hadnāt even noticed the date slipping by. Your heart started beating faster.
You pulled out your phone under the table and quietly opened your cycle tracking app. The screen glowed with the familiar calendar. A bright red notification stared back at you
period : 7 days late
You stared at the words until they blurred. No no, no, no. You tried to push the thought away immediately. It had to be stress. The irregular sleep, the constant anxiety of avoiding Heeseung, the vomiting all of it could easily throw your cycle off. That was normal right?
But then the symptoms started flashing through your mind like warning lights. The persistent nausea every morning. The vomiting that left you weak on the bathroom floor. The crushing fatigue that made it hard to stay awake in lectures.
The dizziness, sensitivity to smells, tender, swollen breasts. Your stomach dropped, could you be pregnant?
The word felt foreign and terrifying in your head. No. Absolutely not. You wouldnāt get pregnant from one night. One reckless, stupid night. People had unprotected sex all the time and nothing happened.
You were on the pillā¦wait, were you? You had been so stressed with midterms that you couldnāt even remember if you had taken it properly that week. The thought made bile rise in your throat again.
Across the table, Yunjin and Soobin were still talking something about upcoming assignments and a group project. Their voices sounded far away, like you were underwater.You couldnāt focus on a single word they were saying. Your mind was spinning, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could hear it.
Yunjin waved a hand in front of your face. āHello? Earth to you! youāve been spacing out the entire time are you okay?āYou blinked, forcing yourself back to the present. Your mouth felt dry.
āIāyeah, sorry just tired,ā you mumbled. āGuys, I think Iām gonna head home early today my headās killing me.āSoobin frowned, concern clear in his eyes. āDo you want me to walk you back?āāNo, itās fine,ā you said quickly, already standing up and grabbing your bag. āIāll text you later promise.ā
Inside the store, you felt like every camera was watching you. You moved quickly through the aisles, heart hammering, until you found the family planning section. There were several pregnancy test kits.
You grabbed the most reliable looking one with trembling fingers, not even reading the brand properly. The cashier gave you a neutral look as you paid, but you couldnāt meet her eyes.
Bag clutched tightly to your chest, you practically ran the entire way back to your apartment building. You took the side stairs again, praying Heeseung wasnāt around. The moment you were inside your own apartment, you locked the door twice and leaned against it, breathing hard.
You pulled the kit out of the bag with shaking hands. The box felt heavy dangerous. You read the instructions carefully, twice. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. One line = not pregnant. Two lines = pregnant simple but terrifying.
You went to the bathroom, heart pounding so loudly it echoed in your ears. You followed every step exactly, hands trembling so badly you almost dropped the test. When you were done, you placed the stick on the counter and set a timer on your phone three minutes.
You paced the small bathroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Every second felt like an hour. The nausea was back, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was pure fear.
What if it was positive?
What if you were actually pregnant with Heeseungās baby?
The thought made your knees weak. You slid down the wall until you were sitting on the cold tile floor, staring at the test on the counter like it was a bomb about to go off.The timer was still counting down.
Two minutes left. You hugged your knees to your chest, eyes fixed on the small plastic stick that now, held your entire future in two little lines. You were so scared.
The timer on your phone hit zero with a soft chime that felt deafening in the small bathroom. You stayed frozen on the cold tile floor for several long seconds, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the pregnancy test lying face up on the counter like it was a live grenade.
Slowly, you pushed yourself up on shaky legs and stepped closer. One line was already dark and clear the control line. The second line was faint at first, but unmistakable. A pale pink line slowly darkening right beside the first one.
two lines = positive
You blinked hard, once, twice, as if the result would magically change if you stared long enough.āNoā¦ā you whispered, voice cracking. āNo, that canāt be right.āDenial crashed over you like a wave. You snatched the test off the counter and held it closer to the light, turning it at different angles. Maybe it was a faulty test.
Maybe the line was an evaporation line. Maybe you had read the instructions wrong. You grabbed the box again and reread the instructions three more times, your hands trembling so badly the paper shook.
But no matter how many times you checked, the two lines stared back at you, clear and undeniable. It was positive. You were pregnant. The reality slammed into you all at once.
Your knees buckled. You sank back down to the bathroom floor, the test still clutched tightly in your hand. A sob tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the full weight of what this meant crashed over you.
You were pregnant with Heeseungās baby. The boy you couldnāt stand. The neighbor you had spent months avoiding. The one person you had sworn to pretend never touched you.
A broken sound escaped you half sob, half laugh of pure disbelief. Your free hand moved instinctively to your stomach, pressing lightly against the still flat surface. There was a life growing inside you right now. A tiny, real consequence of one reckless, drunken night.
The crying came harder. You curled in on yourself, forehead resting on your knees as sobs wracked your body. All the symptoms you had tried to blame on stress the nausea, the vomiting, the fatigue, the dizziness suddenly made perfect, terrifying sense.
You were going to have a baby. And the father was the last person on earth you wanted to be tied to. After several long minutes, the tears slowed, leaving you drained and hollow. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, staring blankly at the two pink lines.
You made a decision right there on the bathroom floor. You were not telling Heeseung anything, not a single word.He didnāt need to know. He would never know. Telling him would only make everything worse the teasing, the drama, the forced proximity, the endless complications with someone you already couldnāt stand.
You could barely handle living next door to him as it was. Bringing a child into that mess was unthinkable. This was your problem. Your body, your choice. You would handle it quietly. You would get rid of it.The thought made fresh tears sting your eyes, but you forced them back. There was no other option.
You were still in school, chasing your dream of becoming an art curator. Your life was barely stable right now. A baby, especially one with Heeseung as the father would ruin everything.
You stayed on the floor for a long time, clutching the test, letting the weight of the decision settle over you.
Eventually, you stood up on unsteady legs. You wrapped the test in toilet paper and hid it deep in the trash can under some tissues. You washed your face with cold water until the redness in your eyes faded a little.
You looked at your reflection pale, exhausted, terrified and whispered to yourself āThis never happened.ā You would schedule an. appointment. You would end this quietly.You would move on with your life and never speak of that night again.
But as you turned off the bathroom light and stepped into your silent apartment, the weight in your chest felt heavier than ever. You were pregnant. And for the first time since that night, the wall between you and Heeseung felt like it was closing in.
The decision sat heavy in your chest like a stone. You werenāt going to tell Heeseung. You were going to end this quietly and move on with your life. The very next morning, you tried to make the appointment.
You sat on your bed with your laptop open, hands shaking as you searched for clinics near campus that offered termination services. Your stomach was already churning with nausea again, but you forced yourself to focus.
You found a few options a womenās health clinic downtown and a Planned Parenthood branch about twenty minutes away. You clicked on the booking page for the first one. The form asked for your name, date of birth, contact number, and reason for visit.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time. You couldnāt do it. Every time you tried to type your real information, panic surged through you. What if someone recognized your name? What if the clinic called or sent confirmation texts while you were near Heeseung?
What if the appointment somehow got back to campus gossip? The thought of walking into a clinic alone, explaining your situation to a stranger, and going through with it made your throat close up.
You closed the laptop without saving anything. You told yourself youād try again tomorrow when you felt calmer. But tomorrow came and went. Then the next day. And the next. Meanwhile, the symptoms grew worse.
The nausea was no longer just morning sickness it hit you at random times throughout the day. The smell of food in the cafeteria made you gag. Even walking past the coffee shop near campus triggered violent waves that left you rushing to the nearest bathroom.
You started carrying saltine crackers and a small bottle of ginger ale everywhere, but they barely helped anymore.
Vomiting became more frequent. One afternoon during a lecture, you had to excuse yourself midway through and barely made it to the restroom before throwing up.
You returned to class pale and sweaty, mumbling something about food poisoning when Yunjin looked at you worriedly.
Fatigue wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You fell asleep in the library twice that week, waking up with your cheek stuck to your notebook. Simple tasks like climbing the stairs to your apartment left you breathless and dizzy.
Your breasts were constantly tender, and your mood swung wildly one moment you were numb, the next you felt like crying over nothing. Yunjin and Soobin started noticing. During lunch on Thursday, Yunjin set her chopsticks down and stared at you.
āOkay, something is seriously wrong,ā she said, voice firm but concerned. āYouāve been looking like a ghost for days, you barely eat anything, you keep disappearing to the bathroom, and you look exhausted even when you say you slept are you sick? Is it stress? Talk to us.ā
Soobin nodded, his gentle eyes filled with worry. āYouāve been canceling plans and spacing out a lot. If somethingās going on, you donāt have to deal with it alone. Weāre here.āYou forced a weak smile, pushing your untouched food around your plate. The smell of it was making you nauseous again.
āIām okay, really,ā you lied, voice quieter than usual. āJustā¦ really behind on my capstone. The deadline is stressing me out more than I thought. Iāll be fine once I catch up.ā
They didnāt look convinced, but they let it drop for the moment. Still, you could feel their eyes on you for the rest of the meal. Even Heeseung started noticing something was off.
You had managed to avoid direct contact with him for weeks, but it was impossible to hide everything when you lived next door.
One evening, you were coming home later than usual after another failed attempt to book the appointment online. You felt dizzy and nauseous, moving slowly up the hallway with your keys already in hand. As you reached your door, Heeseungās door opened.
He stepped out, wearing a simple black hoodie, hair slightly messy like heād just come back from practice. His eyes landed on you immediately.
You froze for half a second, then quickly turned your face away and fumbled with your lock, trying to get inside before he could say anything. But Heeseung didnāt tease you this time.
Instead, he paused in his doorway, brow slightly furrowed as he watched you. You looked pale. Thinner. There were dark circles under your eyes, and the way you moved seemed off fragile.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. For once, the usual cocky remark didnāt come.āYou good?ā he asked quietly, voice lacking its normal edge.
You didnāt answer. You finally got the door open and slipped inside without looking at him, shutting it quickly behind you
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, staring at your closed door with a strange, unsettled feeling in his chest. Something wasnāt right with you. He could see it.But after everything after that night you both had silently agreed to forget he didnāt know if he had the right to ask.
Inside your apartment, you leaned against the door, breathing hard. Fresh tears stung your eyes as another wave of nausea hit you. You slid down to the floor, hugging your knees. You still hadnāt been able to book the appointment.
The symptoms were getting worse every day, your friends were worried and now even Heeseung had noticed something was wrong. You pressed your forehead to your knees, whispering to yourself again and again
āThis never happenedā¦ this never happenedā¦ā But the lie was starting to feel impossible to keep. Heeseung had noticed. For the past two weeks, it had become painfully obvious that you were avoiding him like the plague.
At first, he thought it was the usual the cold shoulder after that night you both had silently agreed to forget. But it quickly went beyond that. You timed your movements with military precision.
He would hear your door open and close at odd hours, always when he was either inside or already gone. You took the side stairs. You left earlier than usual in the mornings and came back much later at night.
Even at university, catching a glimpse of you had become nearly impossible. You seemed to disappear into the library or empty classrooms the moment practice ended.It was clear you were doing everything in your power to never cross paths with him.
Heeseung told himself it didnāt bother him. He had decided to forget that night too. No teasing. No bringing it up. Just normal or as normal as things could be when you lived right next door
But something was wrong. You looked terrible lately. He first noticed it in passing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders seemed to slump with exhaustion. Then it got worse you moved slower.
Your face was paler than usual. You barely left your apartment except for classes, and even then you looked like you were running on empty.
One evening, after a long basketball practice, Heeseung was walking back to the apartment building, gym bag slung over his shoulder. The sun had already set, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the path. Thatās when he saw you.
You were a few meters ahead, heading toward the entrance. Your steps were unsteady, one hand pressed lightly against the wall for support.
Even from behind, he could tell something was very wrong. Your posture was slumped, your breathing looked shallow, and you looked like you were barely holding yourself upright.
Heeseungās stomach tightened. He quickened his pace without thinking and caught up to you just as you reached the building door.āHey,ā he said, voice low and serious, no trace of his usual teasing tone. āAre you alright?ā
You turned your head slightly, eyes glassy and tired. The moment you recognized him, your expression hardened.āI donāt have time for your teasing right now, Heeseung,ā you muttered weakly, trying to push past him toward the elevator.
Heeseung felt a flash of annoyance, not because you were dismissing him, but because he was genuinely worried and you clearly didnāt believe it.āIām not teasing,ā he said, more sharply than he intended. āYou look like youāre about to pass out.ā
You didnāt respond, just kept walking toward the elevator. Heeseung followed, stepping in right after you. The doors closed, trapping the two of you in the small space. The silence was thick and uncomfortable. He could hear your breathing too fast, too shallow.
When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out first. But the moment your feet hit the hallway, your legs buckled. You swayed dangerously, one hand reaching out blindly for the wall as the world spun around you. Heeseung moved fast.
He dropped his gym bag and caught you before you could hit the floor, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other supporting your back. Your body went limp against him for a few terrifying seconds.
āShitāā he muttered, heart pounding. āHey, stay with me.ā You were half conscious, mumbling something incoherent about being fine. Heeseung didnāt waste time arguing. He adjusted his grip and lifted you carefully into his arms in bridal style, your head lolling against his shoulder.
Your apartment was right next to his. He fumbled for a moment with your keys ( which had fallen from your hand ) until he managed to unlock the door. He carried you inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and headed straight for your bedroom.
The room was neat but clearly lived in textbooks stacked on the desk, a half finished sketch on the table, a small trash can near the bed. Heeseung gently laid you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. Your face was pale, forehead slightly damp with sweat.
He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. You looked so small and fragile like this. Nothing like the fiery girl who used to bang on his door and call him an entitled asshole.
Heeseung grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it on your nightstand. Then he pulled up the chair from your desk and sat down beside the bed, watching you carefully.
Your breathing slowly evened out. The tension in your face relaxed as you slipped into a deeper sleep. Heeseung stayed there, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair. He didnāt know what was going on with you.
He didnāt know why you looked so sick. He didnāt even know if youād want him here when you woke up. But right now, leaving you alone didnāt feel like an option. So he stayed quietly waiting.
Until your breathing became steady and deep, and he was sure you were fully asleep. Heeseung stayed. He told himself heād only wait until you fell into a proper sleep, but the longer he sat there watching your pale face and shallow breathing, the harder it became to leave.
You looked exhausted, truly exhausted in a way that went beyond simple tiredness. Dark circles under your eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin lacking its usual color. Something was clearly wrong, and the protective instinct he didnāt know he had kept him rooted to the chair.
After almost an hour, when your breathing had deepened into steady, even inhales, Heeseung stood up quietly. He couldnāt just sit there doing nothing. He moved silently through your apartment, careful not to make noise.
Your kitchen was small and neat, but the fridge was nearly empty a few bottles of water, some crackers, and not much else. Heeseung frowned. No wonder you looked so drained. He opened the cupboards and found rice, a couple of eggs, and some ginger.
Simple gentle on the stomach. He decided to make congee something light that his mom used to make for him when he was sick.
He worked quietly, chopping what little he could find, boiling water, and stirring the pot on low heat. The smell of ginger and warm rice slowly filled the small apartment. He hoped it would help when you woke up. Maybe it would make you feel a little better.
He kept glancing toward the bedroom every few minutes, making sure you were still resting. Almost two hours later, you started stirring.
Heeseung was just turning off the stove when he heard movement from the bedroom. He poured some congee into a bowl, added a bit of water to make it lighter, and was about to bring it to you when
You bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with sudden panic. The smell of the food hit you like a wave. Your face went even paler, hand flying to your mouth as nausea surged violently. Heeseungās eyes widened. āHeyāā
You didnāt wait. You scrambled off the bed on shaky legs and ran straight to the bathroom, barely making it in time.
Heeseung followed right behind you, worry spiking through his chest. He reached the bathroom door just as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and started throwing up violently.
āShitāā He moved quickly, kneeling beside you without hesitation. One hand gently gathered your hair, holding it back from your face. His other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back. āItās okay Iāve got you, just breathe.ā
You retched again, body trembling with the force of it. Heeseung stayed right there, murmuring quiet reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on your back.
When the worst of it seemed to pass, he reached over and flushed the toilet, then grabbed a clean towel from the rack and dampened it with cool water.āHere,ā he said softly, handing you the towel. āWipe your face.ā
You took it with trembling hands, still breathing hard. Heeseung stood up briefly to get a glass of water from the sink and brought it back to you.āSmall sips,ā he instructed, crouching down again. āDonāt drink too fast.ā
While you rinsed your mouth and took careful sips, Heeseungās eyes wandered around the small bathroom, looking for anything that might help. His gaze landed on the trash can beside the sink. Something white and plastic was poking out from under some tissues.
Curious, he reached down and pulled it out, it was a pregnancy test. Two distinct red lines stared back at him clear, unmistakable, and positive. Heeseung froze.
His brain short circuited for a second. The test felt heavy in his hand as the reality sank in. Positive you were pregnant. He slowly turned his head toward you. You were already looking at him.
Your eyes were wide with pure terror, face drained of all color, lips parted in shock. You looked caught completely and utterly caught like the worst secret in the world had just been ripped open. The glass of water trembled in your hand.
Heeseungās mouth opened, but no words came out at first. His gaze flicked between the test in his hand and your terrified expression.
The pieces clicked together horribly fast the avoidance, the exhaustion, the vomiting, the way you looked like you were barely holding yourself together for the past two weeks.
This wasnāt just stress this was because of that night because of him. Heeseung swallowed hard, his voice coming out quieter than he expected.
āā¦Is this yours?ā The bathroom fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. You were still staring at him, tears already gathering in your eyes again, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Heeseung didnāt know what to say. He only knew that everything had just changed. Heeseung stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test for what felt like an eternity.
The bathroom was deathly quiet except for your shaky breathing. When he finally looked up at you, your face was pale, eyes wide with pure terror, tears already spilling down your cheeks. He swallowed hard, his throat tight.
āā¦Are you pregnant?ā he asked, voice low and rough. You didnāt speak at first. Your lips trembled as fresh tears rolled down your face. Then you gave a small, barely noticeable nod.
Heeseung felt something twist sharply in his chest. He looked back down at the test, then at you again. His next question came out quieter, almost hesitant.
āIs the baby mine?ā The moment the words left his mouth, your face crumpled completely. You broke into heavy, broken sobs, shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your mouth with one hand.
āIām sorryā¦ā you choked out between cries. āIām so sorryā¦ I didnāt want this to happen, i never meant for any of this, it was just one stupid night and Iā Iām planning on getting rid of it. I wonāt bother you with any of this, i wonāt get in your way. You donāt have to worry about anything, iāll handle it quietly.ā
Heeseungās expression shifted the instant you said those words. Hurt flashed across his face raw, unguarded hurt. His brows drew together, jaw tightening as he processed what you were saying.
The idea that you were planning to terminate the pregnancy without even telling him felt like a punch to the gut. His hand holding the test lowered slowly to his side. You kept crying, words tumbling out faster now, desperate and apologetic.
āIām really sorry. I know you didnāt ask for this. I didnāt ask for this either, iāll take care of everything. You can just forget about itā¦i promise I wonāt drag you into anything.ā
Heeseung stayed silent for a long moment, staring at you as you sat on the bathroom floor, looking small and devastated.
The hurt in his chest mixed with something heavier confusion, disbelief, and a strange ache he couldnāt quite name. Finally, his voice came out low and strained.
we can all canonically agree that sero gets stoned in his dorm room in the middle of the night.
LIKEEE his room is literally a 10/10 place I'd get faded at. he be there rolling up a blunt that he got from GOD KNOWS WHO and he's hitting it up until 1am. champagne supernova probably blasting from his cassette player or something nicheee. and honestly if he invited me? i'd be more than willing to go and get stoned. heck, i'd even pull up with my own blunt or vape if i had to.
come at me all u want, im a downbad sero enthusiast trying to give my man the love and attention he deserves. š
plz don't be like me.... im literally writing this with my vape sitting right next to me waiting to get a another hit
it was 12:46 PM when you got a text in the class 1-A group chat:
denki kaninari: has anyone seen bakugo? we lost him
ālost him?ā you thought to yourself, āhow does a person lose another person?ā
your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. you sigh and get up from your desk to go answer it.
assuming itās denki or kirishima, you open the door and immediately answer the question they asked in the group chat: āno, i havenāt seen himāā
you stopped when you saw who it was at your door.
katsuki bakugo.
a very groggy and out-of-it bakugo. his cheeks were chubby and his mouth was filled with gauze.
ākatsuki, what are you doing here?ā you asked.
instead of answering, he just walked by you to go lay on your bed, making himself at home. you watched him as you contemplate why heās at your dorm high as a kite.
āmy teeth hurt,ā he said, his words slurred.
āthatās right. i forgot you had your wisdom teeth surgery today.ā
he nods in response and gives you his best pouty face.
you laugh.
ādonāt laugh at my pain.ā he turns to look at you. ācuddle me instead.ā
āwhy would i cuddle you, katsuki?ā
he groans as if the answer is obvious. āto comfort me.ā
you sighed and walked to him. ākatsuki, the boys are looking for you. theyāre worried about you,ā you say gently.
āi donāt want to be with the boys. i want to be with the girl.ā he pointed at you. āmy girl.ā
my girl? how many painkillers is this guy on?
you crossed your arms. āyour girl?ā
he nodded. āmhm my girlfriend who i love so much.ā
you eyes widen.
you squat down so your face to face with him. ākatsuki, we arenāt dating.ā
he squints. āyes we are. i love you so weāre dating.ā he tries to smile, but you end up just being faced with bloody gauze.
āokay, close your mouth.ā you gently guide him to close his mouth as much as he can. ākatsuki, youāre high on pain meds, you have no idea what youāre saying.ā
āyes i do. i love you.ā
you playfully roll your eyes and stand up to grab a blanket from the corner of your room. by the time you turn back around to face him, heās sleeping. you lay the blanket over him and kiss him on the forehead.
š„ under the covers. (AN E2L UNDERCOVER COPS FAKE MARRIAGE AU) - written
wc. 24.7K (Smut, Fluff, Angst, High stakes)
youāve never likedĀ lee heeseung.Ā heās cold, unreadable, and way too good at his jobāso of course, the captain decides to partner you with him for anĀ undercover op that requires you to be married.
the rules are simple:Ā go undercover. pretend to be in love. donāt actually fall for him.
except now heāsĀ pinning you against a wall, calling you āsweetheartā in that low, amused drawl,Ā and touching you like he means it.
ā¦so, yeah. this might be a problem.
š„ CUMMING OF AGE - bsfs brother!Heeseung when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. - porn with plot (ENHA HARD HOURS)
āIf sheās not cumming, sheās not listening to her pussy.ā
āAnd if she wonāt listenā¦ā
āIāll make her.ā
š„ heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au
š„ Kiss Me, He's Watching - written
fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalkerās gazeābut the danger didnāt end there. One fake kiss, and suddenly everything is terrifyingly real.
š„ The Marriage law (a harry potter au) - written
wc: 20.5K (fluff, angst, smut)
AĀ Marriage LawĀ was never supposed to dictate your future, yet here you areālegally bound toĀ Park Jongseong, aĀ pureblood heirĀ with an unreadable gaze and a sharp tongue. What starts as anĀ obligationĀ quickly becomes somethingĀ messier, heavier, and far too real.
Living under the same roof forces you toĀ confront each other in ways neither of you are prepared forāstolen glances, accidental touches, words left unsaid. The law may have forced your hands, butĀ your hearts? Thatās another matter entirely.
Is this just survival? Or is there something worth fighting for buried beneath the resentment, the tension, and the undeniable pull between you?
š„ Signed, Sealed & Undone. - written PART 1 PART 2
wc: 24K (angst fluff smut)
Fake marriage proposals are a tired billionaire trope.
But when Jay Parkāformer golden boy of Park Industries, now chaebol exileācomes back from disgrace (and back in time), heās got one goal: rewrite the past before it destroys him.
When you, an unassuming journalist with nothing to lose, get an offer of a lifetime, youāre sure itās a mistake.
A contract, a relocation to Seoul, and one fake wedding later, youāre still trying to convince yourself none of this is real. The only problem? Neither of you seem to remember where the performance ends and something devastatingly real begins.
š„ dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)
š„ when walls fall - written (angst, fluff)
She thinks he cheated on her. he didn't.
š„ overstimulating bf!Jay - written ENHA HARD HOURS
š„ The Prince's Diaries - written (a Princess Diaries AU)
Jongseong is aĀ princeārefined,Ā disciplined, andĀ expected to marry a woman of his fatherās choosing.
You, on the other hand, are just aĀ college studentĀ struggling to keep up with rentāuntil a team of royal advisors shows up on your doorstep and tells you that youāreĀ the lost princess of Genovia.
But royal life isnāt a fairytale, andĀ duty doesnāt care about love. Because when the clock strikes midnight on the constitutional deadline, youāll have to choose:Ā your country or your heart.
āIf I were just Jay, not a prince, would you still choose me?ā
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š„ Hexed-Hindered ( i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again) - written
wc : 1.1K (Fluff, crack)
A rivalry. A storm. One terrible case of forced proximity. And one very unfortunate witness to your first kiss. (A harry potter AU)
š„ Chasing Ghosts - written
wc: 14.7K (Crime, betrayal, e2l)
You spent years chasingĀ Specter, the most elusive criminal the force has ever encountered. But every near miss, every failed case, every lead that went coldāit was never just bad luck. It was orchestrated. Because the real traitor wasnāt the man you were hunting. It was the one standing right beside you.Ā
š„ STRIKES OUT. - written
wc: 23.5K (Secret Pregnancy, found family, soccer AU)
Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he's backāunwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesnāt know exists.
You tell yourself he wonāt notice. You tell yourself he wonāt put the pieces together.
Then she grins up at him, dimples flashing, and says:Ā "We have the same last name! Maybe we're related!"
And just like that, your past collides with your present.
š„ nerdybf!jake x f!reader - a good boy and mommy kink. - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)
š„ GOLDEN BOY! - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)
your mornings follow a strict routine: wake up.
Ā Ignore your alarm.
Spread your legs and ruin yourself to the thought of Jake Sim.
he doesnāt know you exist.Ā
star student, always on time.Ā you stumble into classĀ late, wrecked, barely holding it together.
you get paired up for a project.
when he figures out why youāre always late?
youāre fucked.Ā literally.
DATING YOU TO DISTRACT YOU BUT GETS DISTRACTED FIRST
š„ bf!Jake and That Goddamn Tongue - written (FLUFF SMUT CRACK) ENHA BF PROBLEMS
š„ heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au
š„ Let's Get Physical! MARRIAGE LAW AU - PART 1 PART 2
Jake Sim has always been your best friend.
Until the Ministry forced you into aĀ mandatory marriage law, and suddenly, heās not just your best friendāheās yourĀ husband that you've secretly been in love with for years.
Youāre determined to keep thingsĀ strictly business. You both agree: this is just a contract. Nothing more. Just physical!
But whenĀ every glance lingers too long, when his touch starts to feelĀ too good, when the lines betweenĀ pretendingĀ andĀ wantingĀ blur into something unrecognizableā
What happens whenĀ you stop fighting it?
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š„ Super Villain from temu (villain & violent, infant & innocent) - written
wc: 1K (Fluff, Crack)
He became a villain by accident. You became a hero by chance. Now, you're both stuck in a never-ending game of tagāexcept he's definitely losing (and somehow still flirting)
š„ King of tears. (Queen of Tears AU) - written
wc: 20K (Angst, Smut, Fluff)
your marriage toĀ park sunghoonĀ was supposed to be a fairytaleāuntil it wasnāt. now itāsĀ cold stares across the dinner table, separate bedrooms in a mansion too big for the both of you and divorce papers waiting to be signed. you were ready to walk away.Ā he let you. so why does he look at you like heās the one who lost everything?
š„ Bf!Sunghoon when you're needy in the early morning - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)
š„Cold Friend!Sunghoon texts when he takes you for granted - Texts (Angst, fluff)
š„ campus crush!sunghoon x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS
stats class. keep ur glasses on when u fuck me. statistical analysis with ur tongue. thats abt it. sunghoon word porn ngl
š„ bf! sunghoon x f! reader - written tying sunghoon up and suddenly you hear the rope rip. ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+
š„ Bound & Beyond MARRIAGE LAW AU - written PART 1 Part 2
wizard diplomat grumpy!sunghoon x witch healer sunshine f!reader
š„ Porn Star Material!Sunghoon x f!Reader - when the faces sunghoon makes during sex are like watching a porno in 4K and he doesnt even know it ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+
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š„ Not Strong Enough (Songfic) - written
wc: 1K (Angst, Ex lovers)
š„ dom! sunoo x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS
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š„ i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family) - written
wc: 4.9K (Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)
Jungwonās birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isnāt enough. But can love alone fix whatās been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?
š„ all i know is we said hello (and your eyes looking like coming home) - written
wc. 3.7K (Angst to fluff, friends to lovers)
Years ofĀ just friendsĀ start to unravel when Jungwon dates the wrong girl, and you realize you mightāve lost him for goodāuntil one fight changes everything.
š„ Sweet Talk - written PART 1 PART 2
wc: 25K (ANGST fluff SMUT)
Youāre used to observingĀ Yang Jungwon from a distance.
CampusĀ golden boy,Ā dance department star, the kind of person youĀ warn your podcast listeners aboutāthe ones that areĀ too charming, too smooth, too easy to love.
But then he starts looking back.Ā Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, youāre inĀ a relationship that feels too good to be true.
And thatās because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him.Ā And he did.
The problem?Ā He fell too.
(But love doesnāt erase betrayal, does it?)
š„ CHERRY TREES - written (angst, smut fluff YEARNINGGGG)
arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.
we can all canonically agree that sero gets stoned in his dorm room in the middle of the night.
LIKEEE his room is literally a 10/10 place I'd get faded at. he be there rolling up a blunt that he got from GOD KNOWS WHO and he's hitting it up until 1am. champagne supernova probably blasting from his cassette player or something nicheee. and honestly if he invited me? i'd be more than willing to go and get stoned. heck, i'd even pull up with my own blunt or vape if i had to.
come at me all u want, im a downbad sero enthusiast trying to give my man the love and attention he deserves. š
plz don't be like me.... im literally writing this with my vape sitting right next to me waiting to get a another hit
