Warnings: Language, gay activities going on in the background (if you don't like, there is genuinely no space for you on my blog), Angst
Summary: At HybeU, everyone wants to be a star. The best place to show off your talents is at the end-of-year showcase. When an unexpected twist throws a wrench into your plans, is it love or frustration you'll find?
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Last Part | Masterlist
You haven't been this nervous since you had to tell Riki Maus you actually like him. It's taking everything in you just to stop your hands from shaking as you make your way to a practice room for the last time this semester.
"Y/nnie!" You hear the familiar tones of Mitsuki as you walk into the room. Sweat and wood cleaner infects your sense of smell, locking you to this place, this moment. In an instant, you have a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you until there's no room for any nervousness left. You wrap your arms around her slender frame, hoping to be the same grounding force for her.
"You ready for this?" You ask your dance partner, already knowing her answer.
"Born ready."
Time passing too quickly as you practive your dance. Before you know it, it's time to get in your costume and get to backstage. Your duo is up next.
Walking onto the stage takes your breath away. This is everything you've practiced for. Positioning yourself opposite of Mitsuki, you get ready for the start of the music. Your body reacts before you have time to think about it, each move a force coursing through your muscles. After a lot of discussion, you and Mits had decided to submit a track that already included vocals so you could focus solely on your dancing, showcasing everything you've worked at this semester to your fullest extent. While you would have loved to sing your song, you have to agree Mits made the right choice.
You hoped, without a microphone, that the audience couldn't hear the pounding of your heart, the heaving of your breath as you moved to the eight counts. You can't help but mouth the words to the familiar song, letting the words impact the way your body moves, informing the emotion behind each pose, each roll and every position of the hands influenced by the meaning of the song. The dance is meant to look like a fight—you, the daemon of love, against Mitsuki, the daemon of fear. It was your job to look gentle, calming despite everything.
Itazuru has been led up to my many other songs, a war brewing within the hells your group resides in. If all goes well with each performance today, you might even be allowed to film music videos on the school's dime. Wouldn't that be something?
Before you knew it, your first two performances had passed. You barely have time to focus on how those went before you have to go back out on stage with Maki. You had to change everything for this performance: makeup, hair, clothes, attitude. No longer were you Y/n, daemon of love. Now, you were simply Y/n, girl in love. It was dangerous—more vulnerable than you were used to.
You barely have time to finish getting ready before you're rushing backstage to meet Riki.
"You'll never guess who was right before us." The amusement on his face is palpable as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you to the wings to show you none other than Misoka, singing a song that's all too familiar.
"Is that-"
"The song you and I were gonna sing together before you wrote a new one? Good ear, doll." You couldn't help but laugh at the realization. Was this her great plan? Embarrass the two of you by singing your song first? It was a bit… elementary, but you suppose with the false information Mitsuki fed her, it could have been enough to break up your rocky partnership.
Misoka comes off the stage looking smug, like she knows she's beaten you. Her shoulder crashes against yours, harsh enough that you know she feels she doesn't have to hold back any longer.
"I can't wait for her to realize…" Riki says, only letting go of your form when you were about to walk onto the stage.
The audience feels bigger than it did before. Each set of eyes fixed on you, boring into your soul, searching for truth. All you can hope to do is give it to them.
The backstage attendants had brought out two stools, one for the both of you. It was a foreign feeling, singing a song without moving your body.
You remember writing the song, the words flowing out of your mind like a geyser, a result of years of pent up emotions finally being set free. It was that freedom you had hoped to show. As Riki sang the first verse, you would be lying if you said your heart didn't swell with pride.
The audience melts away as you sing, eyes fixed on Riki like he hung the moon and the stars. Everything clicks in place as your harmonies fill the stadium, two voices converging into one, melding together until they're indistinguishable.
𝜗ৎ: would it really hurt if you could just take a bite from a love that looked so sweet?
𝜗ৎ: kissing, biting, hickeys, fruit metaphors for the plot, denial (?), lowkey angsty/suggestive lmao, one sided love if you squint, might be poetic as fuck bear with me pls
and happy birthday jo !
"a grape that is not ripe yet." .⋆♱
"it's too early." jo stated.
the words were supposed to slice through your pride, to cut off the hope you had for him. but it didn't.
he was your first love, never you have ever looked at anyone else except him. as nobody made you feel the same way as he did.
however, waiting for him to fall for you back felt like reaching your hand out for a branch that had a grape swinging off the edge. it looked loose, but never fell.
you can extend your arm out as much as you can, tiptoe if you must, but it'll never land on your palm.
climb a ladder, but you fall from it first before you can manage to have a fruit on you. not even the grape, instead a berry. and you didn't like a berry.
yet if you forced your way to pick it out from the branch, you'll take a bite that'll taste bitter.
why? because it was still unripe. and it was meant to stay high up, away from your reach.
it was simply a love that you cannot grasp.
and from the wound that you had on your knee, caused by falling down the ladder only came to waste. all that pain for a sour grape.
and nobody liked eating anything sour.
because whoever would take a bite shall be stung by the tearful savor it gave.
"i never liked him anyway. he was sour. i only tricked myself into thinking he was sweet." you could deceive yourself. but you'd never believe your own lies.
you tried again—saying that anything sour can turn sweet in a matter of time.
and so you thought that the longer you wait, the sweeter it will turn out.
"but if i wait, will you let me?" you asked, boring your eyes through his.
a silence stretched in between the two of you, his gaze remained unreadable.
you didn't know tears glistened your eye.
too occupied by the question of "why?"
if another had already took a bite, why not her, too?
was waiting necessary?
was waiting really needed, or was it just an excuse to refuse?
if it were sour, then why let someone get a taste?
"if you want it so badly, then come get it." he dared, baring his neck over to you, exposing it. your eyes easily followed, narrowing your stare onto a place where your teeth longed to sink in.
as the fragile one you were, easily gave in into the temptation that presented itself.
you wrapped your hands over his nape, drawing him closer to you as your lips sealed over his skin.
his scent enveloped your nose, as you felt the taste of him spread along your tongue.
your teeth grazed over his pulse with a sense of need, as if searching for something more to lavish.
yet you found yourself feeling lacked. unsatisfied on what was served to you.
what you craved had already been bare to you, exposed to you, but you kept on searching for more. seeking something more than what was displayed.
you dug, desperately.
venturing all over, mouth flying across his skin in finding the desire that you knew, or thought was on him.
from your pressure and aggression, it marked him purple and blue. eyes widening as you saw the tattoos that you had created on him.
yet he just looked at you with those same soulless gaze.
the realization washed over you at last.
that over a mere fruit, only you were hurt. it was late for you to know, that you didn't want to bite the sourness he possessed.
not only it had made you cry, but it also lured you to hurt yourself instead.
as it was a love over a ladder. that on the last step before you grasped the fruit, you had already fell.
𝜗ৎ: cheating ! (so if you no no like im sawry), betrayal, toxic relationship type shit, secretly seeing your best friend's man and saying you're just doin it for the physical benefits, coming inside lol (nuh UH)
𝜗ৎ: you dearly loved your best friend, giselle. but you just hated the fact that she chose some shitty man to love, who you already saw cheat with goodness knows how many women. yet your lovely friend remained blind to his tactics. but you wonder what could be the consequences if you just happened to be his next victim?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ short one but hope yall like it lmao (made this shit with a headache so excuse sum mistakes)
it felt sinful. the guilt in your heart spreading all over your body the more he grinded his hips into you.
the guilt flew down heavily into your veins and bones, yet not strong enough to reach your conscience.
because how could you even listen to what your morals were saying, when all you can feel at the moment was his cock stuffing you full?
every pound, every thrust had completely dissolved every thought that attempted to form whenever it was about giselle. and what you and nicholas were about.
you couldn't believe that your own hands were the ones raking down his back, creating marks that would be the proof of everything that had happened.
the red trails that came from your nails had undone something in him. his movements stuttered as if he found pleasure in you inflicting him pain while he had you in this forbidden set-up. it was twisted of him.
it was sickening. disgusting.
you didn't know how you ended up like this. how you ended up under him to be spent and used.
well that was a lie.
you knew why, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself.
you vividly remembered the night you caught him nip on another woman's neck. seeing it right before your eyes.
and when he saw you stare, he gave nothing but a mere smirk of satisfaction. like he was even proud of what he was doing behind his girlfriend's back. almost looking like he was thrilled to have you, her friend, seeing him in the act.
"me? stop?" he mocked, looking down at you. he was long gone from the bar he was from, the woman he was feasting on out of sight.
"fine. since you insist," he trailed off, his tone building up on something to reveal. you can guess it was a condition. but for the sake of giselle, you can practically do anything.
"but i'll stop if you let me fuck you."
that's what got you beneath him every night. that deal.
you were supposed to refuse. but you just couldn't resist him that easily.
and what was supposed to push him away, remained free for him to doll around.
every day that passed, the looming guilt that you had for a crime you willingly let yourself do kept pressing down onto your chest.
seeing them both together, sharing kisses and dates.
giselle proudly saying that he looked like he changed over the weeks, and is treating her in the best version of himself.
all without knowing the nasty truth behind it.
while you look at nicholas, putting up all this show to be the perfect boyfriend giselle believed him to be.
welcoming her with a warm embrace and a kiss on her lip, when the previous night's memories came in the form of his imprinted hands and bites over your skin.
whether it was his fingers around your throat, or a bruise from slapping you too harshly. every presence of him, was present on you.
the absurdity of it all was so overwhelming. yet you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, as he had a leash around you. and he knew how much effect he had over you.
and now, again.
you had him inside you again. to breed you. spilling all his fluids into you like you were nothing but just a dumpster.
why won't you say anything?
it's because you also loved the secrecy and the excitement.
he felt how your breath rapidly rose up again, an indication of your climax. he'd seen it a thousand times before, he had you memorized like the back of his hand. every shift of you, he feels.
pleased that he got you aching for his touch, he pressed against your ear with a dark grin, slicking the shell with his tongue
"look at you, all bitched up" he cooed, increasing the pace of his thrust to push you harder, sweats beaming down his forehead and dropping onto you.
the words that poured over your ears made you shake against him, clamping over his length
"oh how would your friend react about this~?" he continued his ministrations, the filthiness that was slipping out from him drove you high, now as your slick gushed down all over the sheets and him.
with a few more thrusts he chased his own release, emptying himself into you until he was sucked dry.
as you both came down from your ecstasies, you felt that same haunting feeling again.
"don't worry 'bout her, focus only on me."
okay itadakimasu
dontcopyortranslatemyworks (im only on tumblr okay)
Would anyone be interested in a NichoJoo fic about two knight commanders that are also the heir of their respective kingdoms who join kingdoms bc their families want to build an alliance
+love story
+enemies to lovers
+fencer juju
+religious traumatized juju that heals
+Angst,fluff,smut
I ask because I started something (only 6k words in) and I want to make it a series
I just want to make sure it’s something that’ll be read💔
It’s a common occurrence between the two stubborn omegas to be bumping heads and swiping at each other.
Yuma was really good at getting under Nicholas’s skin
The older omega, trying his best to be patient as ever, eventually folded quickly under the cat's scratching.
Yuma stirred awake earlier than usual
The sun had barely started to rise, painting the sky in dark hues of blue
The cat half heartedly turned to check the time on his phone
The screen lighting up his face brightly
Earning a discontent groan
The time read 4:55 AM.
Tossing his phone off to the opposite side of the bed, frustration starting to stir under his skin
Yuma sat up
A small whimper falling from his lips
An uncomfortable silver ran up his spine
his skin felt sensitive and clammy, the reason for his early waking.
The blonde omega pushed off of his bed grumpily, his clothes feeling as if they were clawing away at his delicate plush skin
I need to change
He thought to himself.
The omega discarded his clothes, quickly changing into a small but loose pair of shorts and a random hoodie he found in the messy of his closet.
He didn’t remember ever having bought the grey hoodie but slips it on nonetheless, the material feeling nice and suave over his skin.
Much better.
With that
Yuma flopped back onto his bed
not putting much thought into the reason for his waking.
Laying back onto his bed basking in its warmth,
he would stay in his room and doomscroll through his phone until he heard any signs of the shared living space being occupied.
It didn’t take long, maybe twenty minutes before he heard the sound of feet shuffling down the hallway.
Perking up hearing shuffling footsteps in the distance
Yuma gets out of bed, his feet silent against the wood,
eventually making his way to the living room which had a clear view of the kitchen.
The nosy omega peeking towards the kitchen's direction in an attempt to scope out whoever had been up so early
Unsurprising to the cat the figure standing in the kitchen
It was Fuma.
Yuma recognized the scent of morning coffee brewing from a mile away
The pack Alpha always started the day with a cup of coffee leaving some in the coffee maker for whoever woke up next, today was no different.
The omega pushes his way into the kitchen, yearning for someone's attention early in the morning.
Yuma was always a clingy kitty.
Fuma had been leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling through his work schedule, not having noticed Yuma quietly walking towards his direction.
Once Yuma was close, he shoved his face into the olders chest nuzzling his face firmly against it.
For some reason the omega started to purr,
purring wasn't uncommon per say, but it was a little odd considering the two had barely made contact.
Yumas purrs filling the small space of the kitchen
Fuma was amused by the younger's display of affection so early in the morning.
Running his hands through the blondes locks petting him soothingly
Smiling crookedly at the omega
“Since when were you up? You’re never awake before 10 PM, are you feeling okay?”
The alpha asked calmly, eyebrows crooking up
before pressing the back of his hand onto the omega's forehead.
He was just a little warm, nothing concerning it could easily be passed off by morning warmth.
Which would make sense Fuma would assume the younger had just woken up.
The cat frowned at the question
It was ridiculous!
Nonetheless he pushes his pride aside and responds
“I feel fine? Just an early morning.”
The shorter stated blankly blinking, slightly confused.
Earning another crooked toothed smile from the alpha.
God forbid I want to be productive once in my life.
The blonde thought to himself which he knew was a lie, but he was going to ignore that because why wouldn’t he?
Well, that wasn’t the attention he was looking for so onward to his next target leaving the alpha alone in the kitchen.
The blonde quietly slipped into the living room to check if anyone else was up, to Yuma's luck there was
But it just so happened to be the pink haired omega he had been actively avoiding.
Yuma sits on the opposite side of the couch.
Nicholas glanced up, his eyes landing dead on the hoodie wrapped around the blondes frame
frowning immediately.
“Why are you wearing my hoodie? I’ve been looking for it for days now.”
The older's voice errupting, rough with sleep.
Yuma bit back a gasp, ignoring how hot and bothered Nicholas' voice alone made him now.
So he bit back.
Frowning back at the older omega
“Maybe don’t leave it in my closet next time? I didn’t even know it was yours?”
Yuma huffed before continuing his attack
“Why are you making a big deal out of it in the first place?"
It was more of an accusation than a question
Nicholas blinked a few times, taken aback by the younger's attitude.
He wasn’t making a big deal out of anything? He was just asking the blonde about his hoodie which he had every right to.
Before Nicholas could open his mouth to argue back
A stern voice echoed from the kitchen
“Mm mm. Zip it. I don't know what stupid shit you two are fighting about today, but I don’t want to hear it right now.”
Fuma’s voice echoed loud, clearly fed up by the two cats constant banters
Yuma huffed dramatically, crossing his arms upset at having been told off.
Was Yuma going to start his heat soon?
Nicholas thought to himself observing the upset omega from the opposite side of the couch.
It would make sense why the two had been at each other's throats, Yuma had always picked up random attitudes and fights near his heat. Nicholas being the target of these attacks.
the older usually fell for the blonde's stupid attacks and arguments
earning the reaction yuma craved so deeply out of Nicholas.
But right now Nicholas was being oddly patient.
that bothered Yuma
Yuma wanted to get the older frustrated and bothered.
He wanted the pink haired omega to jump on him, to bare his fangs and bite back.
Nicholas always fought back but never bared his teeth.
never daring to bite.
Refusing to fully give into what the younger omega really wanted.
He would have to hear the words fall from his lips before he let Yuma win his little stupid game.
The two omegas sat on opposite side of the couch,
Nicholas opting to scrolling through his phone
On the other hand
Yuma stayed sat up straight, arms crossed glaring forward.
Sulking was an understatement
It was an amusing sight to say the least.
A few minutes passed by before the oldest of the pack emerged from the hallway.
His eyes locking into the sight in front of him,
The two omegas, Nicholas unbothered, and Yuma with a frown plastered on his face.
The pack omega calls out from the hallway
“What's this?”
Yudai asked, clearly amused by the sight.
“What is Yuma upset about this early in the morning?”
Yudai smiled curiously
Nicholas simply shrugged.
Yuma didn't move an inch, not even bothering to look at the oldest. The pack omega clicked his tongue while approaching the couch catching the blonde's jaw into his fingers, tilting his head up.
Forcing the moody cat to face him
“Yuma, I'm talking to you. Don’t disrespect me, I asked what’s wrong?"
The elders grip is firm, grounding the younger
A blush creeps onto his face, his eyes meeting the elder's gaze.
“Mm sorry…it’s nothing.” Yuma leaned into the taller's touch
He couldn’t help it, right now Yuma craved someone's touch despite his stubbornness.
Yuma's sweet scent filled the living room faintly
Yudai chuckled softly, letting go of the cat's face before ruffling his hair, retreating to the kitchen to have his morning cup of coffee.
He was going to leave it to the two cats to sort out whatever feud that had going on.
Today was no different.
Yuma's smart mouth and sharp eyes.
Poking and prodding at Nicholas’s patience.
This had been going on for days now.
The older omegas patience running extremely thin.
Who could blame him?
Yuma had been acting like a dick for almost a week now.
A few days pass, tensions rising, settling deeply between the two.
The pack sensing the tension.
It was hard not to.
There was a thick fog between the two, you could practically hold it, squish it even.
It didn’t help that Yuma was in preheat for sure
well at least Nicholas assumed.
The younger had become snappy with everyone as the days passed, his scent sweetening around the edges almost sickenly
Currently, Yuma was sat on the crowded couch squished between Taki and Euijoo,
Yuma was actively trying to get under Nicholas’s skin.
He really wanted to stir the pot right now.
And it was working.
The mischievous kitty walking on thin ice.
Licking at the weak spots.
Taki had become fussy, the poor beta having been messed around with all day.
Yuma had been feeling up on the younger all day and nuzzling into his scent glands, Yuma's sweet preheat scent overwhelming his senses.
The poor beta was currently trapped between the omega's arms and legs, Taki's back pressed up on the older's front.
Yuma locked his legs around the black haired boy's waist, one hand on his neck the other snaking its way onto his jaw.
The omega drug his face along Taki's throat, yuma’s sweet scent pouring out of him like a broken glass.
Taki frowned and whined having had enough
tapping Yuma's legs gently.
“Yum let go, this is overwhelming me.”
The younger pleaded
The omega not having liked his response
Hissing sharply
Before tightening his grip on the younger possessively.
The pack collectively turned their head at the sound that had fallen from the omega's lips.
To everyone’s dismay Fuma and Yudai were both not home,
The unfortunate thing about that was Yuma hardly listened to anyone when they weren’t around.
A stubborn kitty at heart
Nicholas was beyond fed but at this point, standing up from where he had been sitting on the couch.
“Yuma, leave the poor boy alone. Look at what you did, he's all worked up, and still asked you nicely to stop.”
The older's voice stern and ridged at the edges.
Perfect.
Yuma had Nicholas exactly where he wanted him.
The younger let go of the poor beta before pushing off of the couch to get up.
Facing the older, their face merely inches apart. Yuma tilted his head up to catch the others fierce gaze, the pack sat tense watching the intense stand off
Unsure of what to do with the absence of the two eldest
“You don’t tell me what to do, I don’t have to listen to you.”
Yuma spat out, looking the pink haired omega up and down
Challenging him
“Knock it off Yuma. What’s gotten into you?”
The older asked brows knitted together in obvious frustration.
“Make me.” yuma challenged again
Pushing Nicholas back gently
"You’re not going to do shit about it.”
That was all it took for the older
Nicholas reacted quickly, grabbing Yuma's shirt and pushing him back onto the couch.
Lacing his hands through the younger's hair flipping him onto his stomach.
The older held the omegas face into the cushion.
“You need to learn to knock it off.”
The taller whispered into his ear.
The younger whined into the cushion
Little did everyone know Yuma was right where he wanted to be his face heating up
stomach tightening.
Right at that moment the front door fell open.
Fuma and Yudai were faced with the scene of Nicholas’s hand locked tightly into Yuma's scalp shoving his face into the couch cushion.
The boys sitting on the couch with wide eyes unsure of what to do.
Yudai dropped the bags he held in his hands, the contents spilling onto the floor.
Fuma shaking his head in disappointment.
“What the hell is this? I can’t leave the dorm without you two trying to kill each other!”
Yudai’s voice erupted clearly frustrated with the scene at hand
Uh oh.
They were in big trouble.
Both cats thought to themselves
The oldest of the pack swiftly confronted the two scruffing them by the back of their necks, leading them to his room.
Yudai shoved the two boys into the room
Before standing in front of the door frame blocking their exit.
“I was going to let you two figure this out on your own, but I guess you two are too fucking stupid for that.”
The older scolded harshly, crossing his arms one over another.
The two omegas sat on the elder's bed heads hung low.
“Since you two won’t make up already, and you need someone to push you. The two of you aren’t leaving this room until you’ve made up.”
And with that
Yudai leaves the room, closing the door behind him, successfully locking it.
The two boys sat on the bed not daring to say a word.
Yuma's face still flushed.
“You’re lucky kei got home, I would’ve kicked your ass.”
The small voice ghosted the air
Of course.
Yuma kept fueling the fire.
Nicholas didn’t say anything
What Yuma needed was clear
Even if he refused to say it out loud
The older pushed Yuma back onto the bed, caging the smaller in his arms letting his nose brush the bratty omegas neck.
Yuma sighed softly, throwing his head back, bearing his neck.
Nicholas laughs against his skin.
“If this was all you wanted you could’ve just said that you know?”
His lips graze over the smaller's throat, earning a small shiver from the boy under him.
“Not going to say anything?"
He asked sharply.
The blonde simply whined softly, letting his head fall to the side
His arousal could be smelt in the air.
Sickenly sweet it could be tasted through the air
Nicholas grabbed his jaw redirecting his head, their eyes meeting.
“Tell me you want it.”
His grip tightening digging his thumb and index finger into Yuma's flushed cheeks
“Closed mouths don’t get fed.“
Nicholas reminded the younger, voice velvet smooth
Yuma wasn't winning this game without giving Nicholas what he wanted.
All he needed was to hear the confirmation from the youngers lips
A sly smirk.
“Say it.”
Nicholas was teasing painfully
Yuma's pupils were already blown wide, face flushed beautifully.
The poor blonde was beyond worked up
“Nicholas-”
The smaller whined frustrated.
“Hurry up and fu-“
Yuma's words were cut off by a pair of hungry lips
The kiss shared was messy, spit slipping past their lips down their jaws.
Their tongues fighting for control
The wet mess echoing through the room.
This is definitely not what Yudai meant by "make up."
Nicholas hummed softly, pulling away from the kiss
Hands snaking up before slipping under the smallers shirt
Feeling up along the plush skin of the cats abdomen and chest with his palms
Before lifting the shirt off of the skin helping the younger get it off, tossing it to a random corner off the bed
Nicholas was admiring the smooth skin of Yuma's torso and chest
Leaning down to place wet kisses against the pale skin
Starting up from his collar bone, down to his lower tummy
Nipping at the delicate skin near hip
Yuma's back arched, lips parting letting out the smallest gasp.
If Yuma wasn't in heat before, then he definitely was now.
Slick pooling between his thighs helplessly
Feeling hazy with one agenda.
He needed Nicholas to touch him now.
The older bit his hip bone softly
Teeth dragging against the skin before placing a soft peck over it
The blonde yelped, the feeling so delicious on his skin.
Nicholas settled between the younger's thighs, his stomach flat against the mattress
bringing his hands up against the omega's hips, gently dragging his shorts and boxers down in one swift movement.
Nicholas pushes the younger's legs up, letting Yuma's thighs rest on his shoulders,
being face to face with the younger's slick folds.
Nicholas took a deep breath inhaling the sweet intoxicating scent coming from his omegas cunt.
It made his head spin and his boxers wet.
Yuma's hips bucked up chasing the older's mouth in desperation, whining pitifully
Nicholas hissed
holds his hips down firmly, before letting his hand come down to land a firm slap on the omega's clit.
Thwack!
Yuma gasped, air caught in his throat
The slap stung so good
slick pouring out at his arousal
Folds slicking up obscenely
Nicholas smiled biting his lip
"Be a good kitty for me."
he purred out softly
He let his hand come down to connect again watching intently
Thwack!
the lewd sound of his hand hitting the slick mound of flesh
Thwack!
Over
Thwack!
and over
Thwack!
Yuma hiccuped out broken whines
his head shook feverishly.
"Mm- Hm- I'll be good!"
cried out the poor boy.
Nicholas satisfied with the state he had the cat in, wrapped his hands around the younger's thighs, bringing his head down shoving his face into Yuma’s cunt
letting his tongue invade his puffy sex, licking at the entrance
earning a sharp gasp from the younger
The older omega lapped at the fluttering entrance
Nicholas’s nose brushing against his clit
The kitty mewled
The feeling so intoxicating Yuma’s thighs begin to twitch
Broken moans falling from his lips
Nicholas's hands shifting from Yuma’s thighs, to his hips holding him down
the firm grip grounding the shorter
That was definitely going to leave a mark later
Nicholas's mouth moved hungrily letting his tongue push into the shorter's hole, the muscle contracting against his tongue moaning against the skin.
He tasted so sweet.
"Nicholas!"
The stretch so euphoric.
The lewd sounds falling from Yuma's mouth only further encouraged the older omega to push his tongue in and out of the warm muscle, picking up the pace earning pitched up whines.
Nicholas could tell he was close, his cunt was clenching around his tongue frantically, indicating his approaching orgasm.
Pushing the blonde over the edge he kept his tongue pumping in and out of the puffy muscle.
Removing his hands from Yuma's hips
Lightly smacking and rubbing at the omegas clit with one hand
letting his other hand come up and wrap around his throat softly applying pressure
successfully milking the orgasm out of him.
"Ahh! HMmm-" Yuma fell apart painting the taller's mouth with his release, soaking the bed under them.
Yudai would kill them for making a mess on his bed, but both boys couldn't give one fuck about that right now
Nicholas lapped at his puffy pussy, cleaning him up.
Purring against it
The sight in front of Yuma was straight out of his wet dreams
Nicholas's chin dripped with his slick, pupils blown wide, his cheeks flushed, soaked through his own pants.
The sight alone had the younger riled up again.
Pulling the taller up for another messy kiss,
tasting his sweet slick along Nicholas's addictive tongue
Yuma moaned at the lewdness of the act
With their lips still connected the younger reached down to pull down the older's pants and boxers swiftly bringing them down to Nicholas's mid thighs exposing his neglected cunt.
Nicholas brought his hips down to connect them with the boy under him.
Hips rutting frantically the two omega's whine out unable to keep their noises suppressed, the sound echoing loudly in the room.
The older disconnected their lips grabbing under the younger's knees, bringing them up
Pressing the blonde's thighs against his chest
Practically folding the younger in half, Nicholas slid their cunts against each other, the angle and the slick making the slide easy and effortless
Yuma's back arched off of Yudai's bed clawing at the sheets beneath them
Mewling helplessly as his second orgasm approached quickly
Not long after the younger's orgasm crashes over him, Nicholas's hip rut down in shallow movement chasing his own release, growling softly into Yuma’s ear as his own orgasm follows shortly after.
The two breath heavily laying side by side on the bed catching their breaths from their intense shared orgasms.
Yuma laid back on the bed pliantly
Not having noticed the older had left to the bathroom connected to the room, bringing a wet rag to clean him up.
The touch sent a jolt through his body.
Gasping softly
"I'm sorry Yum, just trying to clean you up babe."
Nicholas muttered softly, quickly cleaning the younger up.
After both omegas were clean Nicholas pulled the shorter boy into his arms
their limbs tangled, drifting off to sleep within a few seconds.
Both omegas purring finally relaxing, having brought Yuma over the first wave of his heat
Yeah
That would be a hard thing to explain to Yudai...
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Authors note: this is my fic from ao3, reworked it a bit!
warnings: major character death, angst, hanahaki disease, mentions of blood, unrequited love, descriptions of death, mentioned nicholas, misunderstandings
desc: euijoo falls in love with someone she cannot have as the seed plants deep inside her chest
a/n: finally a new fic !! this was made with my beloved mona @minhosimthings in mind. happy birthday once again lovely (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 btw i need to stop finishing my angsty wips and actually focus on the fluffy ones instead…
the hot and humid weather was sweltering their exposed skin but it was nonetheless the telltale sign of summer arriving. fluffy clouds widely spread across the blue sky, providing little shade to counter the blaze of the mighty sun. and yet, two souls bound by friendship could be seen frolicking through the grassy field, their smiles wide and sunshine high on their cheeks. you turned around to watch euijoo catch up to you, having been a few steps behind as a slow breeze passed through, fluttering the sundress your best friend picked out for you.
“euijoo, hurry up! the creek is just right ahead from here,” you shouted at the girl lagging behind you, a soft smile playing on your lips. euijoo just panted in response, hands on her knees as she stabilised her breathing. she wasn’t expecting that you both would have to climb up the hill to reach this secluded creek in your town, her sandals stained by the blades of grass and making her feet itch. euijoo was about to sarcastically reply back to you when she stopped.
you were facing behind the sun, making the light rays outline around you in an almost angelic like state, your own personal halo placed on the crown of your head. the small wildflowers and different length grass surrounded by your feet was enough for euijoo’s breath to hitch in her throat. it felt like looking at the ascent of an angel; your hair gently billowing in the wind as your smile brightened significantly at the sight of her.
euijoo could feel her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage, her pulse racing so loudly that all she could hear was the blood rushing to her face as her vision zoned in on only you. a flush could be seen spreading onto her cheeks but she could just insist that it was the heat reflecting off her.
but this feeling? no, she couldn’t pretend it was something else entirely. as euijoo finally reached your side, you wasted no time to intertwine your hands with her as you dragged her further along towards the creek, your smile challenging against the sun. and if you were to ask euijoo, she’d respond that you would win by a landslide.
upon reaching the creek, you wasted no time in taking off your sandals and plunging your feet into the refreshing cool water. euijoo followed as well, copying your earlier actions then sitting by the edge of the water as she watched you splashing around, a smile on her face. not for long though, you whipped around so quickly that euijoo was afraid you’d snapped your neck before a splashful of water came crashing onto her face. the sound of your combined giggles broke through the silence of the place, euijoo finally stepping into the water to get her revenge on you.
as the water cools down both of your heated bodies, euijoo begins seeing you in a different light. not as her best friend or even as a sister in crime. that day, euijoo falls in love under the scorching sun, her sweaty body colliding with yours near the cattails on the summer you turned seventeen.
…
coming back to school after realising her feelings was bearable for euijoo. she had spent the entirety of summer with you and could try to compose herself well enough from flustering at every move you made. still, when she woke up to you being plastered by her side, a leg on her waist with drool on your face, she couldn’t help the love struck smile from forming.
after your mom shouted that breakfast was on the table, you both got ready side by side in the bathroom, personal space and privacy long gone ever since you were in middle school. it felt domestic in some way, something that lives in euijoo’s chest so tightly wrapped around her ribs that she isn’t quite ready to tell you just yet. maybe when she finally gains the confidence to let go, to be true to herself that loving a girl isn’t as sinful as they all say. because how can they have the gall to call it anything but sinful when euijoo looks at her as if you personally hung the moon and stars.
despite being in different classes, you and euijoo still met up for lunch during break to catch up on the day even though you would see each other when walking back home. towever, when euijoo arrived at your usual lunch table, there seemed to be an unfamiliar guy in her seat next to you, talking as if they were lifelong friends all along. The guy was handsome looking; with sharp edges and messy hair though the warmth radiating from his eyes made him seem more friendlier.
euijoo announced her presence by setting her tray and sitting down on the opposite side of the table from you, eyes questioning about the new person. you filled her in about nicholas, the new transfer student who just moved here from taiwan. since you were the only student in your class with high marks in mandarin, your homeroom teacher assigned him to you to befriend and show him around school. even though it was nicholas’ first time in the country, he was actually a polyglot; meaning he actually understood the language well enough to have a conversation without using his mother tongue. thus, you brought him over to your usual table to introduce him to euijoo so that they all could be friends.
what you failed to notice is the slight grimace and disappointment on euijoo’s face before she schooled her features over properly to seem more welcoming towards nicholas. with how shy and quiet euijoo is with new people, nothing seemed amiss to you, watching your best friend since forever start a conversation with your new friend. you joined in, adding your own thoughts and opinions into their discussion, happy that your friend is willing to make a new friend who isn’t just you. what you both didn’t realise is that the seed has already been planted, by the flush of your cheeks every time you accidentally brush against nicholas while euijoo watched, a low painful pinch burrowed deep within her chest.
…
as the days went by, all you could ever talk about was nicholas; on how smart he was when the teacher would announce he was top of the class after tests, on how athletic he was when he gained the courage to join the badminton club, scoring every goal with a flick of his wrist. on how attractive he is, sharp eyes lighting up whenever you enter the room and zoning instantly to your form. on how cute his smile is, the slight gap between his two front teeth being all you could gush about when euijoo came over for manicure sessions.
euijoo was sick of it, literally. at every sweet and shy interaction between you and nicholas, she had to look away to hide the tears brimming at her waterline. the ache in her chest was starting to pierce through sharply, as if thorns were brushing against her lungs and wrapping around them tightly like vines. it came to the point where she was experiencing shortness of breath, something lodged deep down her throat while silently choking her. then one day, euijoo finally discovered what they are.
excusing herself after watching the longing in both of your eyes, she rushed to the bathroom to hack up the foreign material crawling up her windpipe. blood sputtered out onto the white porcelain accompanied by what looked like red flower petals mixed in with her spit. euijoo backed up in shock, frightened by the sight in front of her. there was no logical explanation whatsoever on why flowers were coming out of her but it definitely explained the uncomfortable feeling in her throat these past few weeks.
braving herself to come close again, euijoo extends her hand to brush her fingers against the tiny petals, their feeling damp and staining her fingers red with her own blood. realising that someone may come in at any moment, she quickly cleaned up the bloody scene in the sink, flushing away the bloodied tissues and petals down the toilet to avoid anyone finding out. especially you.
she can’t bring herself to tell you about the sickness that has befallen her. not when you were so happy with nicholas by your side, even though euijoo knows what makes you happier. because nicholas doesn’t know that you despise nuts in your chocolate during your period, preferring fruit in them instead. he doesn't know that you love cuddling something to sleep, no matter if it’s a plushie, pillow or someone else, even sacrificing yourself to sweat through the night just for some comfortable sleep. nicholas couldn’t have known that you hated cilantro, always picking them out before eating, almost surgeon-like from how careful and precisive your hands were. and he definitely doesn’t know that you snort so loudly whenever she tickles your sides playfully, your giggles high pitched before descending to snorting like a piglet.
nicholas may not know it but euijoo does. so why can’t you look in her direction instead, look at the best friend who has always been by your side through thick and thin, through every heartbreak and every joyous occasion in your life. why can’t you stop seeing her as just a friend? euijoo has been here even longer than he has, through every moment since you went up to her in kindergarten and declared her as your “best friend forever”. why couldn’t you just open up your heart to love her even as a girl?
…
it’s been a few months since nicholas enrolled in your school and became your next close friend aside from euijoo. although, you might be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t attracted to nicholas as more than just a friend, your face betraying you at any moment you were with him which was all the time since you were classmates. and you weren’t blind as well. you could see how he looked at you every time your eyes met, something quiet and soft that mellowed out his usual sharp face that made people think twice to approach him which did saddened him but made it easier for you to cling onto him more.
well, except for euijoo of course. but that was because you had initially introduced her to him early on just so she wouldn’t be worried about you hanging out with a delinquent lookalike. euijoo was protective of you just like a mother hen, always ensuring that your safety was of utmost priority. that’s exactly what you like about euijoo; she was kind and caring, always making sure you were comfortable in any and all situations you always dragged her into. though she never complained, you always felt guilty for entangling her in your shenanigans, even if all she ever wore was her gentle smile, her cheeks full and high on her face.
speaking of euijoo, you haven’t been hanging out with her as much as you did in the past. usually, you both would be stuck at each other’s hips, arms entangled together as your giggles echo through whichever room you entered. if either of you were absent or if someone was looking for you, they would just assume that you knew where the other was at all times. it was sweet, knowing that everyone thought that your friendship with euijoo was tight, something that transcended past whatever the norm actually was. but if anything, some people even assumed that you both were dating, which was funny since there was actually no way. you both did like guys right?
to be fair, you did invite her every time you and nicholas hung out which was always but she’d declined every time saying that she was trying to keep up with her studies now that they were seniors and all. her excuse made you pout, knowing that euijoo was already smart enough to get into any of the top universities she ever wanted just by her current scores. she also joined in those random trivia games that the school hosts every once in a while too, making her not only booksmarts but knowledgeable on a lot of aspects.
however, you seem to realise that euijoo was slowly pulling away from you, judging by her brushing you off at every cheerful greeting you gave her, rushing off without waiting for you to walk to school together and even leaving you on read most of the time. how infuriating!
although, you couldn’t really bring yourself to nag at her when these days, she always seemed so sickly for some reason. her face a paleish white colour where her cheeks used to be tinged pink, her lips a bluish colour as if the blood underneath the skin wasn’t circulating well and dark circles as deep as the pacific and making her look like a tired panda. In short, she looked terrible, worse than she usually looked whenever she pulled an all-nighter.
you wanted to ask how she was doing lately, if she was sleeping well or if she was under a lot of stress lately but it was near to impossible if she was blatantly ignoring you. was it something you did or said? thinking it through, nothing really comes to mind on why euijoo would be upset with. you even consulted about it with nicholas, trying to find out why euijoo wasn’t on friendly or speaking terms with you. It was slowly worrying you out, not knowing why your oldest and precious friendship was slowly drifting apart in front of your very own eyes. nicholas was the closest form of comfort you could find, even though it wasn’t euijoo holding you, murmuring sweet nothings in your hair as she rubbed your back soothingly.
unbeknownst to you, euijoo did not want to be away from you either but she had too. because how does she explain that her body slowly degrading and falling weak is all due to the fact that she’s been coughing up bloodied petals out from deep within her throat? that as the days pass by, the petals are slowly forming into full blown flowers, their identities to be known as red camellias, all lodged down her throat and making it harder for her to breathe. that she feels it deep within her chest, something growing and constricting her lungs tightly with their vice grip stealing all the oxygen and nutrients straight from her bloodstream and leaving her to wither in her own body. it felt like a parasite that was way too big and way too greedy living beneath her ribcage.
the flowers kept coming, every mouthful of petals scratching against her windpipe as blood poured out from the seams. then one day, after the usual hack of breath at the mouth of her toilet, she discovered something way too long and dark for it to be the normal camellias. euijoo braved herself once more, picking up the foreign object from the toilet and holding it up into the fluorescent light of her bathroom. it was a bloodied branch, its leaves still hanging off the stems and making dread fill her entire face. her throat finally found some sort of comfort as she realised that the branch was what was actually itching at the bottom of her throat.
even after extensive research on the internet, she was quite skeptical on what her disease was actually about. from reddit forums to wikipedia pages, none of which was helpful to her as no one actually knew about a disease where a literal flower bush was growing in their chest. just as she was about to give up, blood permanently tattooed on the side of her mouth when she discovered a blog that answered all her problems.
the blog began by introducing what the name of the disease was; namely called hanahaki disease. a disease where it infects people who suffer unrequited love, specifically people who are close to or are already an adult. euijoo’s eyes scan through the blog diligently, finding any keywords where it mentions how to cure oneself from this disease. she finally lands on the last section, her eyes reading through the paragraph before feeling her heart come to a stop. It mentions that the hanahaki disease is definitely curable by means of surgery, but not without its side effects. the surgery would help remove the flower bush from one’s chest with the price of losing the ability to love forever, even to the point of selected amnesia where the host will forget everything about the person that made them like this. if they were to decline, then only death will be the last person to knock on their door. euijoo’s fingers tremble against the cursor of her laptop, the glow of her skin illuminating the dread in her face.
in hindsight, euijoo would love to undergo surgery if it means no more throwing blood and blooming flowers every 2 hours or so though its estimated time seems to decrease with every week that passes. but deep down, she knows she would rather die than to stop loving you, if only to protect her precious love for you. and maybe that did make her seem selfish to you, knowing that you would’ve pushed her for the surgery if her life was on the line if you knew. at the same time though, you didn’t know. euijoo was keeping you in the dark so as to not worry you whatsoever when you were happily pursuing nicholas. she didn’t want to burden you with her heavy feelings so out of the blue when you were so in love with someone else. if her heartfelt feelings only ever came to this, then maybe she was fated to only ever love you forever.
…
a week before your midsemester break, you discovered that euijoo was nowhere to be found; not at school, not at her usual spot in the library or even the deserted art room she seemed to spend her lunches without you in. even if you both weren’t speaking to each other, you still considered her your closest best friend who she would protect against anyone. when you saw that she wasn't coming to school for the third day in a row, you started to feel uneasy and naturally worried about her wellbeing. so you decided that you would come visit her after classes ended, informing nicholas of your plan. he replied back with a good luck, wanting you to finally reconcile with your best friend since forever just from down you seemed after going weeks apart. he knows that if he wants to be in a relationship with you, then he knows that euijoo is non-negotiable in the transaction. and he didn’t mind one bit.
getting off at you and euijoo’s usual bus stop before all of this went down, you walked the few steps towards euijoo’s place while steadying your breathing. you were finally here to confront euijoo about her absolute silence towards you. is your friendship now finished? was it your fault at all for her to act this way? questions upon questions swirled through your head as buzzed the intercom, euijoo’s mother letting you in after seeing your face on the cameras. “y/n darling, it’s been so long since you’ve visited,” euijoo’s mom greeted you, her voice warm like sweet honey tea.
“yes, it has been. is euijoo here?” you offered her a polite smile and got straight to the point. there was no time to dilly dally anymore when your friendship was on the line.
“oh, euijoo? she’s been sick for a while now but she hasn’t come out of her room since yesterday. could you check up on her for me as well?” you nodded at her words and request, waving back at her as you ascended the stairs up to euijoo’s room. it has been a while but you still knew the layout of her house like the back of her hand. reaching euijoo’s door, you gently knock against the wood, noting all the little stickers decorating the exterior of it, bringing back memories of when the two of you would paste them and imagining yourself to be taller than the stickers’ placement when you grew up.
hearing that no one answered your knocks, you push open the door thinking that maybe euijoo was just asleep and couldn’t let you in. you softly close the door behind you as your eyes darted around to scan the room and find euijoo. she wasn’t in her bed under the covers nor was she sitting at her study table flipping through questions like the terminator which weirded you out. if she wasn’t anywhere in here, maybe euijoo was in the bathroom? you thought as you closed your palm on the knob of the ensuite bathroom door and twisting it open. the sight inside made you scream in fear.
there she was, euijoo, lying on the cold bathroom tiles as a pool of blood surrounded her. “EUIJOO,” you shouted as you ran to crouch by her side, noting what seemed like fully grown heads of flowers littering around her body like a gruesome display of art. you cupped her ice cold face in your hands, feeling around for even a slight twitch of a pulse underneath her jaw but it was no use. euijoo was already long gone, her lips tinged red from blood as rigour mortis began to take effect from how stiff the rest of her body felt.
tears began to drip down your face as your heartwrenching screams echoed through the house, notifying the parents of the dead girl you were holding onto. in a flash, you heard quick footsteps nearing euijoo’s room before they burst into the room. euijoo’s mom screamed as she saw you cradling her daughter’s limp form in your arms, dashing forward to also hold onto her. meanwhile, euijoo’s dad dialed emergency services with tears in his eyes, these silent sobs reverberating when he spoke into the phone.
after that, everything was just a blur of movement to you; paramedics arriving moments later, officially announcing that euijoo was dead before hauling her bloodied body onto their stretcher and into an ambulance. her parents followed suit as they were required to as they were her family which left you all alone on the still blood stained floor of the bathroom, your sobs not stepping anytime soon.
however, after they lifted up her body, you discovered a small scroll of paper tucked in the corner of the sink’s cabinet legs. you realised that euijoo must have put it there herself as when you entered, her hand was left extended towards it. wiping your eyes that were starting to sting from how hard you were crying before, you reached your hand towards the paper, fingers enclosing on it. you slowly unfurled the paper and began reading, fresh tears flowing down as quiet sobs escaped your mouth.
to my dear y/n,
if you’re reading this, then i am already dead. i’m sorry for ignoring every chance of reconciliation you gratefully offered me before i succumbed to this disease. i was scared to trouble you with this sickness of mine that made absolutely no sense to anyone who hasn’t suffered from it firsthand. but maybe it wanted me to be truthful for once in my life.
y/n, i’m in love with you. have been ever since you brought me to the creak up that hill a summer ago. i fell in love with your smile that shined brighter than the sun. with the way your hair framed your face perfectly with the wind blowing through it. but most importantly, i fell in love with the quirky girl that has been my best friend since all those years ago. huh, maybe i’ve been in love with you since then. but everything must come to an end eventually.
please don’t blame yourself over my wretched feelings. please be happy with nicholas by your side. live your life to the fullest, just for me okay? and again, i’ll forever love only you in this lifetime alone.
