boyf!zoro x male reader, who loves manhandling you (requested<3)
cw: lowkey self indulgent with the amount of sprinklings of size difference i put in here, uhm zoro gets hard at the end (idk why im making them so horny recently im so sorry guys),
he just loves showing off how strong he is. can you blame him? his hard work and dedication has been what led him up to this point, the point of being able to do 50 push ups with you on his back. being able to do too many to count bench presses with you acting as his weight.
he just loves being able to show off, to you specifically.
he'll always have one of his big hands on your waist too, no matter what. even if you're just standing with the crew on sunny, his hand is tightly gripping your hip. sometimes he even ducks his fingers underneath your shirt so you can feel his calloused fingers and warm palm on your skin. he just likes having skin to skin contact with you, says it makes him keep a clear head and stay calm.
"[name], watch out!" usopp's warning is given a little too late as the darts that he was playing with was already so close to you. before you yourself could dodge it, however, you were lifted up off of the ground and moved to the side. a swift metal-on-metal sound followed your sudden relocation and both could be credited to zoro and his fast reflexes.
he was resting on the railing, across deck from you, and made it to your side in the blink of an eye. he lifted you with ease, still hoisting you to his side as he turned to glare at usopp. he was sheathing his sword on his hip, glaring menacingly at the sniper.
“watch it, usopp,” he practically growls out, “almost hit him right in the head,”
usopp sweat drops, apologizing profusely, “i’m sorry, [name]! it was the wind that blew it towards you, you know i’d never do it on purpose, right?” thne in a quieter voice he meekly says, “please tell zoro to stop glaring at me…”
“it’s alright usopp! i know you didn’t do it on purpose,” your words were kind and delivered with a smile as you were still being pressed to zoro’s side. you slapped his chest, forcing him to look at you. his gaze softened immediately, “stop glaring, you big baby, usopp didn’t mean it,”
“still-“
“no “still”, just get over it, zo,” despite it being you who almost got nailed in the forehead with the dart, zoro seemed to be the one who was most personally offended by it. he was still pouting as he carried you off to the railing he was previously napping on. his pout goes away when you peck his cheek and mutter a quick "thank you."
and now he's blushing and hiding his face behind his palm.
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a very endearing way that zoro enjoys using his strength on you is whenever he needs to pick you up, outside of his working out and teasing moments. if you ever fall asleep on deck, with usopp, luffy, and chopper surrounding you two, he’ll scoop you up into his arms with ease and take you to the actual beds in the dormitory. since he knows you’re sleeping, he doesn’t bother hiding his fond, soft smile on his face as he effortlessly carries you.
“hmm?” you’re so sleepy you can’t even will yourself to open your mouth properly to say zoro’s name. just leaning closer into his warm chest and whining for a proper bed.
“i know, baby, we’re almost there,” he softly assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “should’ve just fallen asleep in your bed,”
“hm.”
“mhmm,” he hums back at you, smirking as he hears you mimic him in your sleepy state.
he places you into your bed, discarding his shirt and pants before joining you. the skin to skin contact makes you melt further into him, taking in as much warmth as you can. he feels you guide his hands to your shirt as well before lifting it over your head. with no cloth in between you two, it’s just you two pressing into each other for the rest of the night. when you wake up, luffy and chopper are both complaining about the ultimate betrayal zoro did to them by not carrying them to bed. zoro ignores their pestering, hanging off of your side and ruffling your hair as you yawn.
“can you two quiet down? some of us are still half awake,”
“he hates us,” the two cry in unison, comical tears flowing down their cheeks.
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an aspect of your relationship with zoro that many on board, and assumedly the general population if they knew about this, found…interesting (to say the least) was how you two enjoyed fighting with each other. play fighting and seriously sparring, the activities helped you pass time with one another while also testing your guys’ strength.
it was usually done in the crow’s nest since that was zoro’s gym area and was away from prying eyes.
the sun was just beginning to set on the horizon, gleaming through the windows as you two were heavily panting. the sun made your guys’ skin shine even more from the thin coat of sweat on both of you. zoro’s lips have been upturned in a smirk ever since you two started while you were just breathing heavily, glaring at him.
“get that stupid face off your face,” you scowl, going forward to try taking him down.
he side steps you and catches your body against his, dropping you both down onto the floor to keep you pinned. it all happens too fast and you don’t even bother fighting against him and his iron grip.
“this stupid face you love so much?” he teases, tangling his legs with yours to prevent you from moving, “give up?”
“no!” in one last push of strength, you muster up everything within you to push off of the ground and flip the positions. however, the amount of force you conjured did little to nothing in even budging zoro’s frame pinning you down, “okay, i give up,”
you go limp in his hold, making him release you from his snake-like constraint. he doesn’t move from on top of you though, leaning down to briefly kiss you.
“good lessons today?” he asks against your lips, pecking you quickly before pulling away and looking down at you.
"maybe good for you since you got to just manhandle me around, like some doll," he smirks, hands squeezing your cheeks.
"just how i like you," he teases, going in for another kiss. when the crew isn't around, zoro loves to indulge in your affection. it's obvious with how you two are now passionately making out on the wooden floor. his legs move in between yours, pushing them open so he can slot himself right against you.
his hair is slightly damp due to the sweat of your training session, but you don't mind, pulling at the strands in need. his thick forearms now rest on either side of your head, keeping him propped up to not crush you entirely. as for your lower half, he's shamelessly moving his hips against your own.
"zoro!!! [name]!!! it's time for your monthly check up- AGH!!" chopper's high pitched scream echoes in the crow's nest as well as the sudden slamming of the door. "i didn't see anything!"
"that idiot..." zoro rasps, pulling away from you and resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath. "fuck, what the hell is his timing?"
you don't say anything in return, simply letting your eyes do the talking. they dart to his pelvis and his cheeks go ablaze, seeing your quirked eyebrow and tilt of your head. wordlessly, you're asking him, "seriously?"
"shut the hell up!! whose fault is that?!"
"yours, you fucking pervert! getting hard from tossing me around and a small makeout session? what are you, a hormonal teenager?"
"shut the fuck up!" he pushes you down onto the wood when you try getting back up, making you laugh at his immature behavior.
"you're such a baby."
"i said, shut up!"
his ears are ruby red as he goes to change into a shirt, glaring at you when his head pops out of the neckline.
"tch, asshole."
"the asshole you got hard for, by the way,"
"stop talking about it!"
you laugh at his flustered state, walking over and kissing him once more, despite the frown on his lips, "let's go and get checked up! you should probably take care of that problem of yours, don't wanna scar chopper even more."
"with your shit attitude, i'm already soft," he spits out with a shove to your shoulder before he himself steadies you again. "why the hell aren't you hard? you think i'm unattractive or something?"
you don't bother hiding your laughter at that question, only making him more mad.
"seriously! that must be the only explanation!" he shouts once more, following you down the ladder of the crow's nest.
"you really want me to air out my business in front of the whole crew, idiot?"
"no, but this conversation is far from over,"
"and i'm the brat..." you murmur under your breath, but his sharp ears somehow pick up on it.
"hah?!" he questions, but you just shake your head and ignore him.
"chopper, we're sorry! we're ready for our check up now!" you say in a sing song voice, "zoro's going to apologize to you properly, he's just sooooo embarassed because he's a horm-"
zoro's big hand clamps over your mouth before you can finish embarrassing him further, "shut the hell up, boy," he grunts in your ear, pressing your backside to his front as he controls your walk to the infirmary.
your slapping his hand, trying to free yourself from his clutches, but he just catches your hand in his other. now you're completely immobilized and forced into silence.
"you gonna behave now?" you nod your head and he finally releases you.
"zoro is-AHH!" he swoops you off of your feet and throws you over his shoulder so you now have an up close view of his back. a sharp smack is delivered to your ass and you're shocked into silence.
"that's what i thought," is his final comment before he's pushing open the door to the infirmary.
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boyfriend zoro who is just so big buff and strong and loves to take you into his hands and move you around every which way because he can because he's so buff and so strong and so big hhmmhmhmhmh yummy
Pre-Yandere!Boyfriend was already intensely co-dependent and overprotective long before the first virus strain even hit the news. He was the type of boyfriend who always walked on the traffic side of the sidewalk, double-checked your apartment locks every night, and got visually tense whenever you hung out with friends he couldn't personally vet. Back then, you just thought he was incredibly attentive and sweet you had no idea his brain was already wired for total, unhinged possession.
Pre-Yandere!Boyfriend was completely obsessed with your safety to a borderline paranoid degree. He bought you a high-end pepper spray keychain, forced you to download a location-sharing app "just in case of emergencies," and would stay awake scrolling through local crime maps. If you were even fifteen minutes late coming home from work or college, he’d be standing on the porch, staring down the street with his phone in his hand, looking like he was about to call a search party. "I just get so anxious when I can't protect you," he’d say, burying his face in your neck the second you stepped inside.
When the very first whispers of a "strange flu" started popping up on social media, his survivalist instincts didn't kick in for himself; they kicked in entirely for you. While the rest of the world was still treating it like a joke or a mild news story, he spent his entire savings account transforming your shared apartment into a fortress. He boarded up the spare room windows from the inside, bought medical-grade hazmat suits, and filled the closets with rows of canned food and bottled water. You literally laughed at him at the time, calling him a crazy doomsday prepper. He just kissed your forehead and smiled. "Laugh all you want, babe. When the world goes to hell, you're staying safe with me."
Pre-Yandere!Boyfriend used the early days of the panic to completely isolate you from your social circle. The moment the government announced a soft quarantine, he confiscated your phone under the guise of "protecting your mental health from the negative news." He blocked your friends, ignored calls from your family, and told you that the grid was failing. He loved the lockdown. For a few glorious weeks, the outside world stopped existing, and he had you entirely to himself in a dark, quiet apartment, entirely dependent on him for food, comfort, and safety.
The day the apartment complex was finally breached by the infected, his primary focus wasn't fighting the monsters it was keeping his eyes locked on you. As you both ran down the chaotic, blood-slicked stairwells, he held your hand with a grip so tight it practically bruised your fingers. Every time a neighbor screamed for help, he pushed you past them without a single shred of empathy. To him, the collapsing social order wasn't a tragedy; it was just a minor inconvenience getting in the way of him keeping you alive.
The tragic irony of your sacrifice is what ultimately shattered his sanity. When you finally got cornered near the fire escape and you forcefully shoved him through the heavy metal door, locking it behind him so he could escape the approaching horde, he didn't feel grateful. He screamed your name until his vocal cords tore, throwing his entire body against the reinforced steel, watching through the small glass window as you were overwhelmed.
In that exact, horrific second, his pre-yandere protective instincts mutated into something entirely monstrous. He realized that the world had finally stolen you away because he hadn't been controlling enough, hadn't locked you down tight enough. As he ran into the woods alone, covered in your blood, his mind permanently snapped. He vowed right then and there that he would find whatever was left of you human or monster and build a new cage that you would never, ever be able to escape from again.
Yandere!Boyfriend never accepted your sacrifice. The day you shoved him through that barricade and let the horde tear into you so he could live was supposed to be your tragic final act. Instead, it just completely broke his mind. He spent months traversing the apocalyptic wasteland, entirely indifferent to his own survival, tracking the specific migration patterns of the infected until he finally found you shambling down a ruined highway. You were pale, gray-skinned, and completely gone, but to him, you were still the most beautiful thing in the world.
Bringing you back to his safehouse was a logistical nightmare, but his obsession made him brilliant. He managed to wrangle your snarling, snapping body into a secure, soundproofed room in the basement. He knows you don't recognize his face anymore, and he knows your human mind is dead, but he treats you with the exact same tender affection as the day you two started dating. He talks to you through the reinforced glass or from behind a heavy iron chain, telling you about his day while you throw your body against the restraints, snapping your jaws at him.
Yandere!Boyfriend is incredibly protective of your undead form and takes meticulous care of your appearance. He dresses your zombie body in your favorite hoodies and jeans from before the outbreak, carefully wiping down your gray skin with warm washcloths and combing your hair. If a piece of your skin starts to decay or look dry, he panics, raiding abandoned pharmacies for specific medical salves and preservatives to keep your body from decomposing further. "I'm going to fix this, baby," he’ll whisper, kissing your cold, rotting cheek while you try to bite his throat. "I just need to keep you fed."
The way he sources your food is where his yandere nature turns truly sinister. He doesn't want you eating generic, rotting roadkill or scraps; he believes his boy deserves the absolute freshest sustenance. He uses his clean, harmless, ordinary-looking appearance to survive the apocalypse by playing the ultimate trap. He will wait near the borders of safe zones, pretending to be a helpless, traumatized lone survivor fleeing from a horde.
When a group of kind-hearted survivors inevitably takes him in or offers to help him, he invites them back to his "secure fortress" to rest and restock. He plays the perfect host smiling, cooking them a warm, home-cooked meal from canned rations, and offering them clean water or alcohol to celebrate their safety. But the entire meal is heavily laced with industrial-strength sedatives he stockpiled from a hospital early in the outbreak.
The second the drugs kick in and the survivors start slurring their words, falling face-first onto the dining table, his kind facade completely vanishes. His expression goes entirely dead. He checks their pulses to make sure they're just paralyzed or unconscious, then drags them down the basement stairs by their ankles, treating them like heavy bags of groceries.
Yandere!Boyfriend stands in the room with you, completely unfazed by the horrific violence, as he feeds the drugged survivors to you piece by piece. He’ll sit on a stool just out of your reach, watching you tear into the fresh meat with a look of pure, domestic pride. If you let out a low, satisfied gut-growl while eating, he’ll smile warmly, leaning his chin on his hand. "There we go. Eat up, my love. Look how good I am to you. I'm keeping you strong. As long as there are naive people out there trying to play hero, you’ll never go hungry again."
I just know satoru takes naps all the time when you start dating. having someone he loves instantly makes him feel safer and more comfortable.
he likes tossing his shirt off and curling up on the couch. you normally have some sort of throw blanket over the back of it, so he just snatches it off and wraps himself up.
when you get home, he likes to pretend he’s still asleep, hoping you’ll give him another pillow or blanket. his favorite part is when you eventually start gently nudging him awake.
he loooves hearing your soft voice. you’ll act all soft and sweet and, gosh, it just reminds him of how much he loves you.
he’ll stretch his long limbs across the couch, blearily opening his eyes at you, pupils all dilated and lovesick. of course, you love seeing his sleepy expression. satoru looked so peaceful and innocent when he slept. who wouldn’t love him?
“hi baby…”
he murmurs, a small, lopsided smile finding his face, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he looks up at you.
“hey satoru.. how long you been napping?”
you start, gently picking up his head and sitting down on the couch, letting his head gently fall into your lap.
he happily claims his spot, seeming even more comfy now that you’re here and touching him (his two favorite things).
“mm.. an hour? maybe.”
he practically purrs when your hand starts carding through his hair, the other resting on his torso.
“you still tired?”
he shrugs, nuzzling into your thigh, his eye lashes fluttering in pure content.
“you can sleep a bit longer if you want. I’ll stay here with you.”
satoru feels his heart flutter, butterflies in his stomach at your words. he knew it wasn’t anything sexual, but he just adored you so much.
hearing you say you’ll stay with him, even though he already assumed you would, warned his heart. he loves you so much, truly.
it wasn’t even that big a deal. you were only offering him some more sleep, which he got plenty of at night with you.
buuuuttt if you insist. he’ll take your offer. why wouldn’t he want to lay in the lap of the love of his life. you were his soulmate, he’d honestly say yes to anything you asked.
so he lets his eyes close, hand coming up to curl around your knee, wanting to touch you even as he starts drifting again.
and he knew when he woke up, you two would eat dinner, hopefully take a shower together and then go to sleep for even longer, but together this time.
together was always better with you, and he would choose you every time.
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short, but wtv
yo i just saw a sad gojo fic, HAD to write this up real fast. if you guys read it, here is your comfort✌🏼
ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Cat & Mouse & Snake - Adrien/Luka x Male Reader
Word Count: 9.2k
Plot: Chat Noir and Viperion have had their hearts stolen by the mouse miraculous holder. However, it seems that even as a civilian you have caught their attention - who will get the guy though?
Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader
All characters are aged up and in college! ૮ • ﻌ - ა
Background: Ladybug has been made the guardian, but some characters aren't holders anymore. Only Alya, Nino, Kagami and Luka (and Marinette and Adrien obvs) are holders, however, they are now permanent holders - More details on this in the fic! Okay cool enjoy!
Note: This fic has three separate endings! Choose which one you want or enjoy all three!
Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI
Very, very light smut! Like not a lot of detail but it's still there!!
Monarch's defeat brought about a lot of change. On the hero side of things, Ladybug had to make some tough choices; lying about Monarch's true identity, fixing the miraculous and upgrading them, and making some decisions about the holders. Marinette needed people she could trust, ones she could put her life in the hands of; this new butterfly holder was going to be her hardest fight yet. So to the dismay of many eager young adults, Ladybug informed most of the past holders that they won't be heroes ever again. In the end, only Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Ryuko, and Viperion remained.
On the life side of things, everyone had graduated high school; the fight against Monarch had taken almost six whole years! And despite some of the changes to the education system made by Mayor Bustier, students above eighteen years old were still required to be in a separate educational institute from the younger students - health and safety laws n all that. Therefore, the graduate class of 20XX had to move on to college; and as fate would have it be, the remaining six heroes enrolled in the same college as each other: L'Universite Francois Dupont.
It was at UFD that a few fateful encounters occurred. The first took place in the entrance hall of the university's main building during your first day, right before your orientation. You had just walked into the grandiose building, overwhelmed by how fancy the whole place seemed; much different to what you were expecting when you heard that this was the university partnered with College Francois Dupont, one of the most casual and forward-thinking high schools in Paris. You weren't freaked out though, more so you appreciated the classic design of the building, tuning out the chatter of excited students around you and focusing on the art and statues decorating the hall. A beautifully sculpted statue caught your eye; a harp. Rather large, but small and close enough to trace your fingers over the stone; the intricate details were striking, and you were shocked at how thin the 'strings' were made despite being made out of fragile rock.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? So detailed" You heard a voice come from behind you. It was a smooth voice, a smooth one; calm and collected. It was a man's voice, but he sounded no older than you.
"Sure is! An impressively realistic pedal harp for it being made out of stone" You respond, turning around and facing the mysterious man.
As you had guessed, he wasn't much older than you; about twenty-one if you had to guess. The man was definitely taller than you though, standing at around six foot one; that was the first thing you noticed, shortly followed by how attractive the guy was. His hair was what you noticed next, droopy and slightly messy; a mid-length cut, and it was dyed a black to electric blue ombre. Clearly, the man cared about his aesthetic, hair like that needed some serious upkeep, and his style wasn't half bad either. You noticed his piercings, his painted-black nails, his ripped jeans, Doc Martins, and the gig bag around his shoulder which you assumed carried his guitar.
You heard a soft chuckle come from the man, snapping your eyes away from whatever feature of his you were fixating on and back up to his own eyes; bright blue, just like his hair.
"Do you play harp? You seem to know a lot" The man asked, choosing to ignore your blatant staring and to fill the silence.
"Huh? Oh! No, no! I just had a weird little instrument phase as a kid" You say with a light laugh, flashing the attractive man a smile as you shrug your shoulders slightly.
"Hmhm I get ya... I'm Luka by the way" The taller man says with another chuckle, his smile soft and welcoming as he holds his hand out to you in the form of a fist.
"Hmph~ [Name]" You say with another smile and chuckle as you fist bump Luka. His cold, metallic, black rings cooling your warm skin.
The interaction didn't take very long, in fact, it was interrupted by 'welcome staff' ushering the two of you into a lecture theatre to receive a proper welcome to the university. But the short interaction stayed fresh in your mind for a while, and the same went for Luka.
Another fateful encounter took place in one of the many cafes on campus.
"Caramel Macchiato!" The barista shouted, trying their best to be heard over the sound of milk steamers and coffee beans getting ground up. You look up at the counter and smile at the barista, walking over to pick up your drink. Stereotypically, before your hand can wrap around the cup, you physically bump into someone; both by body and by hand.
"Oh! Sorry! Is this your drink or...?" You ask, shifting your eyes from the drink to the man beside you. The two of you shift to face each other, smiling and chuckling at the awkward interaction.
"Yeah... Think so at least haha~" The man chuckles, his eyes creasing closed as he laughs and then opening back up to look down into yours.
Emerald green. That's all you could remember about his eyes. They literally captivated you. This guy was also taller than you, but not by much, only around 3-4 inches taller. His skin was perfect and his blonde hair was soft and fluffed out like it was straight out of a magazine. The blonde's style was also very on point, stylish yet not at all over the top - God what is this guy like a model or something?!?!?
"Umm... Excuse me- Is this hot or iced?" You break your eyes away from the blonde's to question the barista
"Iced~" The barista replies with a smile before quickly going back to work.
"Oh, I guess that's yours then!" The blonde says with a smile, gently pushing the plastic cup towards you
"Haha, thanksss....."
"Adrien! The name's Adrien~" The man fills in your blank.
"Adrien... Thank you, Adrien!" You say with a smile, shaking your drink and rattling the ice before taking a sip.
"Summer's over and you're still ordering iced drinks? Haha~" Adrien quickly fills the silence between the two of you before it becomes awkward.
"Can't stand hot coffee. I'll have an iced drink even if it's snowing haha" You reply. A teasing yet friendly conversation? Exchange? Whatever you want to call it, it took place between Adrien and you as the blonde continued to wait for his drink. And once Adrien's drink had been called, you said your goodbyes to the blonde and turned to walk out of the cafe; yet you didn't miss the coy "I'll see ya round, [Name]".
The last but not least fateful encounter of yours occurred on your way to your first lecture at UFD. You weren't running late per se, but you were in a rush. However, you stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed that a girl who had zoomed past you in a rush had tripped and fallen in front of you. You heard a grunt and a curse as you approached the girl; noticing that the entire contents of her tote bag had spilled out onto the ground.
"You alright?" You ask, crouching down in front of the girl. As she looked up at you, you noticed that she was really pretty; black-blue hair framing her face so perfectly. She looked like a doll. Sculpted to be perfect.
"Yeah... Shit- Just running even later than before haha" The girl chuckles dryly as she starts to collect her things.
"Ah! Thanks~" She says with a bright smile as you hand her some of the notebooks you had picked up for her.
"You heading to the 'Gaultier' building by any chance?" You ask.
"Yeah! History of Fashion 1?" The girl asks you back, to which you smile and nod with excitement, having made an acquaintance in your class already.
You enjoyed the (speed)walk over to your lecture; it felt like you had blinked and you were already outside of the lecture theatre. But you in fact talked a lot during your walk. You learnt that your classmate was called 'Marinette', that she was an aspiring designer, that she was incredibly nice, and that she was incredibly clumsy; seriously, the girl tripped at least three more times on the way to your lecture, they just weren't as catastrophic as the first fall.
Marinette also learnt a lot about you during the short amount of time you two had spent together, and she kept noticing small details about you during your lecture together! The aspiring fashionista had immediately noticed that you were a generally very capable person; you had done all of the recommended reading and practice workshops over the summer and when you found out that she hadn't, you promptly offered Marinette your notes. She also noticed that you were above average in smarts; you spoke eloquently without sounding like a Bourgeois, and you were having level conversations with the lecturer!
But Marinette's opinion of you really solidified when an Akuma alert blared throughout the lecture hall. It was like a switch had flipped inside of you. Before Marinette (literally thee LadyBug) could react, you were already out of your seat and informing people of the nearest 'safe space' in the university. Next thing she knew, you were next to the lecturer directing people out of the lecture hall and calming classmates down! Yep, you were definitely a good guy; capable and kind. But there was no time to sing your praises, the heroine had to get to work...
Both LadyBug and ChatNoir had hoped that if an akumatised villain was going to appear on their first day at university, it would at least be a quick and easy one. This villain was anything but easy. Or rather, these villains were anything but easy...
Said villains appeared to be three sisters; each controlling an element of nature. And whilst their aesthetics couldn't be any more different, the sisters shared one detail about them; they each had a rose on their person. The sister who controlled water and had darkened the sky with dark clouds, causing a downpour of torrential rain, her rose rested atop her head; threaded between her seemingly wet strands of hair. The sister who controlled air, the one who had thinned the air in the surrounding area and made it much harder for the heroes to catch their breaths after exerting themselves, her rose was weaved into her top; the budding petals seemingly blooming out of her chest. Finally, the sister who controlled fire, the one who had heated the tarmac below to such a temperature that the roads were actively melting, her rose was tucked into her knee-high sock; the flame-shaped tops of said socks made it look as if the rose were burning.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Akuma must be in one of those roses. However, getting to said roses proved to be the hard part.
LadyBug had already called upon Viperion to help her and ChatNoir with a little time travel, to deduce which rose contained the Akuma; but that wasn't enough. No matter how many times Viperion used his second chance, none of the three heroes could even approach each of the elemental sisters without being at risk of having their miraculous seized. LadyBug overcame this problem by unifying her own miraculous with the one of the Horse; becoming PegaBug. With the power of teleportation, the three heroes assumed that they'd be a shoo-in for a quick victory. However, that once again proved to not be the case. The akumatised sisters were quick. They had each other's backs like it was second nature; PegaBug tried to sneak attack each of the three sisters, but it was to no avail; one of them always noticed and protected the other.
The guardian concocted another plan; pulling out the dog miraculous from her yo-yo and handing it to ChatNoir. The blonde hero was truly honoured; he'd only unified his miraculous twice before! And now, LadyBug was handing him another miraculous like it was nothing! Clearly, she trusted him. And though ChatNoir gleefully accepted and became 'ChatChien', this plan also proved to not be enough to defeat the akumatised sisters...
PegaBug was losing hope. Viperion had used his second chance at least fifteen times by now and it was always the same result; Pegabug would create a portal near one of the sisters and ChatChien would use his fetch ability to tap the villain's rose. But after cataclysm-ing all three of the roses in three different timelines, Pegabug understood that it was futile. The Akuma wasn't in just one rose, it was in all three; the akumatised object was most likely originally an entire bouquet.
Pegabug, ChatChien and Viperion retreated for a moment. The two men let the heroine think. And think she did. It was silent for ages. And when ChatChien tried to speak after seemingly too much time had past, Pegabug spoke up.
"We need the Mouse miraculous. We clearly need the dog's ball to fetch the akumatised objects, but we can't fetch multiple objects with one ball. So we need multiple." Pegabug explained
"But I thought the mouse's multitude could only duplicate regular objects, not miraculous or their weapons" ChatChien questioned; having been given the grimoire translations to study after Monarch's defeat.
"That was the case. But after reclaiming the miraculous from Monarch, I was able to upgrade them to some extent" Pegabug explains.
"Then let's do it. You've unified three miraculous before haven't you?" Viperion chimes in, a determined look on his face
"I have... But it wore me down. We can't risk any of us not being at our best during this fight..." Pegabug explained, getting quiet near the end of her sentence, going back to her own thoughts.
'I promised myself I wouldn't hand out any more miraculous after Monarch's defeat, I can't just give Mullo back to Mylen...'
'But Luka has barely just mastered not transforming back after five minutes.... He definitely can't handle unifying his miraculous'
Silence filled the alleyway once again, Pegabug lost in thought. But then the silence was broken.
"LuckyCharm!"
In a desperate, last-ditch effort, Pegabug had called upon her LuckyCharm. A swarm of shiny ladybugs formed into an object in front of the three heroes. A tote bag.
"A TOTE BAG?! What are we gonna do? Post on Pinterest?!" ChatChien yells in frustration. But PegaBug stays silent, wide-eyed. She knew what to do; she had to go and find you...
After leaving ChatChien and Viperion behind to keep the three villains busy, Pegabug used her voyage ability to teleport back to UFD. It didn't take the heroine very long to find you; as she'd expected, you were standing guard outside the safe space with some lecturers and other students.
"LadyBug?" You question, warily eyeing up the heroine. She looked like her usual self, but the addition of the horse miraculous changed her appearance enough for you to worry that she had been akumatised.
"Yep! With an extra miraculous of course haha~ You can call me PegaBug!" she explained with a smile
"What do you need PegaBug? Is there any way we can help you?" You ask, happy to help the heroes of Paris save the day.
"There is, in fact! Professors, do you mind if I steal [Name] for a while?" The hero asks. After the men and women in suits nod in agreement, in the blink of an eye PegaBug is gripping your arm and pulling you through a portal.
"Wait- Woah that's sick... Wait, you know my name?!" You ask, honoured that thee LadyBug knows who you are.
"Of course I do! I've heard of you from some previous miraculous holders; I know that you're definitely the guy for this job..." PegaBug explains
"...It's for that reason that I'm offering you, [Name] [Last Name], the miraculous of the mouse, which grants the power of multiplication. You will use it for the greater good, and once the job is done, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?" PegaBug continues, pulling out the miraculous of the mouse from her yo-yo.
You stare in awe as the heroine holds the coin pendant out to you.
"Of course you can. I'll do my best! I won't disappoint!" You say with conviction, gently taking the pendant from PegaBug. As you hold the pendant, it begins to shine a light pink; the shine taking form as a sphere of light and separating from the pendant, swiftly moving around you as if it were alive. You watch the sphere intently as it finally stops in front of you and changes form once more; revealing a little mouse.... creature?
"WAH!!" The mouse shouts, trying to scare you. Which did work a little; you let out a small 'Woah' and jerked your head back.
"Hahahahaha~ I'm Mullo! YouJustGottaSayOneThingToTransform-" The kwamii rapidly explains. Clearly, a very excitable creature.
"Haha~ Mullo go a little slower!" PegaBug interrupts.
"Right! Sorry! To transform, just say 'Mullo get squeaky'! And to activate your power, just say 'Multitude'!" Mullo explains. A little slower this time 'round.
You smile at the creature and nod, placing the pendant around your neck and then uttering the transformation phrase.
"Mullo, get squeaky!"
You watch as the kwamii literally gets absorbed by the pendant, prompting the miraculous to change colour to black and pink. Pink light wraps around your body and clothes you with a super-suit. You can feel the strength enter your body, the stamina, the flexibility; you could feel yourself become a superhero. Before you knew it, the transformation was over; a pink and grey mask covered your face, a grey suit accented with black and pink covered your body, and a pink skipping rope wrapped around your waist as if it were the tail of a mouse. You gleefully check yourself out and look to PegaBug with a bright yet determined smile.
After PegaBug calls forth another portal, the two of you teleport back to the scene of the fight. You and the heroine watch as ChatChien and Viperion do their best to keep the three villains busy whilst also not losing their miraculous. Within a few moments, PegaBug had called forth another two portals and pulled both heroes through them and to safety in an alleyway.
"That was a little abrupt M'lady... Hey and who might this be?" ChatChien questions with a teasing smile, recovering from the whiplash PegaBug's save had given him.
"The name's Omnimouse! Pleasure to meet you boys~" You say with a smile, one hand on your hip as you put your weight on one leg; holding your 'tail' in your other hand and gently swinging it 'round. Viperion and ChatChien could immediately tell that you were the confident type.
"Hmm Ditto, the name's ChatNoir~ Though currently I suppose it's ChatChien haha!" ChatChien confidently responds, smugly walking over and kissing the back of your hand.
"I'm Viperion" The snake hero chimes in, placing a hand on your shoulder with a smile.
"Haha! Good 'ta know, boys, but enough with the pleasantries. PegaBug? I'm sure you already have a plan for us" You say with a smile, blushing behind your mask at your proximity to the two men.
At that, PegaBug nodded and began explaining. And then, the plan was put into action. First, ChatChien hands you his ball and activates it, and then PegaBug gives you the go-ahead to use your ability.
"Multitude!" You shout, one-handedly swinging your skipping rope around above you and letting it wrap around you and ChatChien's ball.
A pastel pink light emits from the rope and then fades into the black accents on your bodysuit. Slowly but surely, you started to shrink. Not by a lot, but you definitely lost a foot or two of height. But in exchange for your size, you split yourself into three. It felt weird, but also natural? It wasn't like you had to split your consciousness and multitask; it was more like you had extra limbs to control. The three 'yous' each held a copy of ChatChien's ball; the second step of preparation had succeeded. Viperion then called on his second chance as a form of insurance. All the preparation was complete, now it was time to put this plan into action.
PegaBug called forth her first portal; a small rip in space-time leading to just above the sister who controlled water. You placed your hand slowly through the portal and tapped the akumatised rose with the dog's ball. The first third of the plan was a success.
Next, PegaBug created another portal; one leading just beside the fire sister's leg. Just like the first time, you inconspicuously placed your hand through the portal and tapped the rose with the dog's ball. 2/3 of the plan had gone through without a hitch.
Then, PegaBug created her final portal; the riskiest one. One right in front of the sister who controlled air. Just before you placed your hand through, Viperion stopped you; his hand firm around your wrist, but not so tight as to hurt you.
"This is the third time I'm using my second chance. Wait for her to place the rose into the portal, trust me." The hero explains, his electric blue eyes looking into yours, pleading you to listen to him. So you did. You patiently waited. And it paid off.
The sister who controlled air got curious. She moved forward, trying to peer over the portal; trying to see how the space-time tear looked from above and from behind. Curiosity killed the cat though, as when she moved forward, the rose on her chest moved through the portal and directly in front of you! Quickly, you tapped the akumatised object with the third ball. Finally, the hardest part of the plan was over; successfully at that. The three 'yous' quickly hand all three balls over to ChatChein and you watch as he uses his power.
"Fetch!" The hero shouts, and immediately, all three balls light up and zoom over to each of the akumatised sisters. Then, all three balls, along with all three roses, teleport into ChatChien's hands.
"Fall in!" You shout after grabbing all three balls from ChatChien, your two clones shining a pastel pink light and fusing back into you; bringing you back to your original height, and fusing the three balls back into one.
You watch intently as ChatChien brings the roses together in a mini-bouquet and cataclysms them, freeing the Akuma.
It was over. The miraculous Ladybugs fixed everything and the akumatised victims were back to normal.
You were good. Good enough and charismatic enough for ChatNoir and Viperion to remember you. Good enough for LadyBug to call on you again in the future; and she did just that.
By the 3rd time you were entrusted with the mouse miraculous, ChatNoir and Viperion would ask LadyBug where you were; by default just expecting her to call for you.
And by the 5th time LadyBug had entrusted you with the miraculous, she'd noticed something. See, after LadyBug and ChatNoir obtained the skill of not transforming back after five minutes of their superpower being used, they started training the other heroes to be able to do the same thing. Alya as Rena Rouge and Kagami as Ryuko had already mastered this skill, with Viperion only just catching up and Carapace still not quite there yet. But you? Marinette hadn't noticed it at first, but she gave it some thought when spacing out during a lecture; you hadn't ever needed to transform back after five minutes...
After the 6th time LadyBug entrusted you with the mouse miraculous, she asked you about this. And when you responded with a shocked laugh at the fact that the heroes were going into these fights with a 5-minute time limit, that sealed the deal; LadyBug made you a permanent holder. You were honoured; practically unable to keep a wide smile from forming on your face.
But outside of the superhero side of life, your civilian life was going as you'd expect it to. University was full of lectures and coursework. Your social life had taken a small hit from literally living a double life, but you'd gained a forever friend in Mullo. The kwamii was nothing if not trouble, but you could look past her antics; at the core of it, your kwamii was caring and kind, getting into trouble mainly to make you laugh. Other than Mullo, you also became close friends with Marinette! A typical day at UFD consisted of you meeting with Marinette and walking to your lectures, chatting in said lectures, and then parting ways.
But one day, the black-haired girl noticed that you didn't really have any other friends... It wasn't that you were a loner, or that nobody liked you! Everyone in your class seemed to have a positive opinion of you and generally liked you. It was just that, Marinette would never see you outside of the lecture hall or around campus. And when she asked you what you do after lectures, you literally just replied with 'I go home.'. So Marinette took it upon herself to force you to branch out; she did this by inviting you to hang out with her and her group of friends from college! Her group of friends who totally aren't all superheroes but just don't know it.
You were nervous at first, but you were quickly put at ease when you noticed a few familiar faces.
"Woah you're friends with... Luka? And what's his name... Adrien?" You ask, recognising the two men but struggling with their names; your encounters were brief.
"Yeah! You know them?" Marinette replies with a smile on her face.
You nod, mimicking your friend's smile as you approach her group of friends. Marinette introduced you to her friends and couldn't help but smile at the way that you were already seamlessly blending into the group. You were chatting with Kagami, Nino, and Alya as the latter asked you questions about yourself as if she was interviewing you, but the journalist-to-be was interrupted by the two men behind her.
"Hey again, [Name]" Luka says with a warm smile; chuckling at Alya as she purses her lips to the side in playful annoyance at the interruption.
"You know him already, Luka?" Alya questions, but gets a reply from Adrien instead of Luka.
"We know him, yes." The blonde replies with a toothy grin, coming up from behind Luka and slinging an arm around the rocker's neck.
Since that day, you became a part of the group; as if you had been there from the start. The whole group would hang out at least three times a week, and you very quickly felt comfortable enough to hang out one-on-one as well! You would help Alya with mock interviews, visit the university language cafe with Kagami and Adrien, listen to demos from Luka and Nino, and of course, you and Marinette would constantly hang out at your place. Though, you never spent time alone with Luka or with Adrien; it wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but the opportunity never came up.
Over time though, Marinette started to notice that both Luka and Adrien were being way friendlier with you than with the others. Seriously though, the two men would constantly ask her about you; trying to pry information out of her to gain brownie points with you. It's because of their insistent questioning that Luka knew what chocolate bar to buy you 'cause he felt like it'. And it's because of their insistent questioning that Adrien knew that you were in need of a model for your designs and in turn volunteered himself.
But things did change from friendly gestures to more serious courting attempts when Marinette innocently commented 'why do you and Luka keep asking about him?' to Adrien, and 'Why do you and Adrien keep asking about him' to Luka. Those seemingly silly observations seemed to flip a switch in the guys' minds. Initially, both Luka and Adrien just thought they had taken a liking to you. But now that they knew that the other was also asking about you? Doting on you? Adrien and Luka knew they had to step up their game, their end goal had become clear to them; they liked you. They wanted you.
Back on the hero side of things, you were constantly impressing your teammates! It got to the point that, in another battle within which LadyBug was struggling with a lack of miraculous users, the heroine decided to entrust you (before even Alya) to merge two miraculous. LadyBug needed another miraculous in play! She and ChatNoir were already using two, and despite both Viperion and RenaRouge already being transformed and ready to help, LadyBug called on you as well. It's safe to say that ChatNoir and Viperion were fucking entranced by you. You unified your miraculous with the one given to you by LadyBug and effortlessly used both abilities as required by the heroine. The fight was over before it even really started!
Ever since that fight, you kinda became LadyBug's go-to dual-holder. She saw herself in you; the way you utilised the mouse miraculous to merge multiple miraculous, you proved to be incredibly capable and useful. And not just LadyBug took note of this! ChatNoir and Viperion would constantly comment on your great strategies and quick thinking after late-night fights; choosing to spend some time with you after the tiring fight. LadyBug would usually join you three during these starlit chats; but you'd noticed that as time went by, LadyBug would head back home but the two remaining heroes would insist on spending a little longer out on Paris' rooftops.
You never argued against this though, you thoroughly enjoyed these moments. It was in these moments that you could truly relax; worries of an akumatised villain appearing were almost at zero, having just won a fight, and any thoughts of uni work were buried deep in the back of your mind. But what really relaxed you was the presence of your two hero friends. ChatNoir flirtatiously joking around with you and then being scolded by Viperion, the three of you talking about life and plans without revealing too much about your identities, Viperion making jokes at the expense of ChatNoir, it all just put you at ease; you felt like these two were your closest friends despite not even knowing what they looked like!
You didn't know why they were so much closer to you than the other heroes, or why Chat and Viperion were putting so much effort into spending time with you, but you certainly enjoyed it. To be frank, part of this was because both the cat and the snake heroes had a little crush on you, but the main reason was that they knew your identity...
The two had pestered LadyBug enough with their little crushes that the heroine literally could not take it anymore; swearing the two men to secrecy (and silence for her sanity) in exchange for your identity.
Of course, when ChatNoir and Viperion found out that the hero they were crushing on was the same guy that they were crushing on as civilians, they both freaked the fuck out. But after their minds finished racing with thoughts, they locked in; they were in competition with each other after all...
It was around summertime when both Luka and Adrien stepped up their game; university had finished for the year, and they no longer had an excuse to see you. The two men had to grow a pair and make their flirtations and courting attempts clearer.
You definitely saw the model and the rocker more than any of your other friends; even more than Marinette! Both Adrien and Luka would make an effort to see you and to try and sway you towards one side rather than the other.
Adrien always invited you to his photoshoots or ad campaigns; insisting that you were a better stylist than the one he had hired and that 'he performed better knowing that you were watching'. The blonde definitely started channelling ChatNoir more and more, attempting to flirt with you with the confidence and charisma that his hero persona allowed him to express. You and Adrien would also often hang out at either your place or his (mostly his place just so that Adrien could subtly show you the luxury he could provide you).
Hangouts consisted of anything from casually watching films or playing games to having deep conversations about life and the boundaries of your friendship getting pushed little by little. It was during the more vulnerable, personal conversation you and Adrien would have that you really got to know him; you learnt that the blonde continued his modelling career to honour his father, that he felt like he had no greater purpose in life for most of his life, and that he felt like you were one of the few people he could be himself around. Adrien would also learn a lot about you! The model would always listen just as much as he would talk during these kinda conversations; Adrien enjoys listening to you talk about your relationship with your family, your passions, your goals, and anything else you wanna share with him.
The both of you really liked these moments; getting vulnerable and being able to talk about stuff without fear of judgment, it was like therapy. But what you were certain didn't happen during professional therapy was all of the subtle flirts and physical touch. For real, you will realise mid-conversation that you and Adrien were practically cuddling; or that you were straddling his lap, or that the blonde's hand was lingering on your hand or thigh or shoulder for a little too long. Not that either of you were complaining though. But mental notes were definitely taken. And the blush on your face and Adrien's definitely didn't make the moments go unnoticed.
On the other hand, if you weren't hanging out with Adrien for the day, you were hanging out with Luka. You have never missed a single band practice of Luka's and you never will; the rocker insisting that your mere presence helped him 'play so much better, your sound helps his flourish'. Bro's a poet, what else did you expect he'd say? As to not let Adrien get ahead, Luka would also insist on the two of you hanging out either at your place or his; his cosy room on his mother's ship was the usual place, just 'cause you'd mentioned once how much you liked the ambience. Really, it was Luka himself who made you like the atmosphere; the ever-so-slightly older man was just such a good listener, he could help you clear your head within minutes! You would spend hours with Luka, the rocker listening to you talk, paint his nails and yours with some old, black polish, you would listen to him play guitar, and like with Adrien, the two of you would talk about even the most personal things.
You really didn't know what it was, but something about Luka made you feel like you could tell him anything, and you would do just that. You'd talk his ear off about yourself, internal conflicts and interpersonal conflicts; but you'd also listen to Luka a lot. It helped distract you from your own life. You listened to the rocker talk about his past struggles with the music industry, his relationship with his father, and his relationship with his sister; and you actively listened to every single word.
And just like with Adrien, you wouldn't realise until the end of a conversation just how close you had physically gotten with Luka! Seriously, you'll be talking about the deepest shit and realise mid-sentence that your head was in Luka's lap; his slender, masculine fingers running through your hair. But though you did find some of the positions you found yourself in a little compromising, you would merely blush and look past it; as you still felt oddly comfortable despite the proximity. It got to the point that you felt so at ease around Luka that you would fall asleep whilst pseudo-cuddling; trust, when Adrien found out that you had started spending the night at Luka's, he was fuming and already scheming ways of getting you to sleep in his bed too.
One-on-one patrols with either ChatNoir or Viperion also became more frequent; though you didn't know that this was because the two heroes had made an agreement to split their trio patrols in order to get time alone with you. Patrols were a lot less romantic than hangouts in your civilian forms; mainly because you didn't know who was behind the masks of Viperion and Chat. As a logical and smart guy, you couldn't fall for someone you literally didn't know. That didn't stop Chat's blatant flirting or Viperion's more subtle attempts at wooing you.
By the time that most of the summer had passed by, you had spent so much time with both Adrien and Luka. You, of course, really liked them as your friends, but you also couldn't deny that the romantic and intimate moments you had shared with both men over the summer weren't making you fall for them.
But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other....
Ending 1:
But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Adrien were so much stronger than those you held for Luka.
The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Adrien and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the blonde agreed; he was fucking whipped for you.
When you admitted your feelings for him, Adrien short-circuited; like actually, a thick blush covered his entire face and neck, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but fully couldn't. You internally panicked, but when the blonde managed to utter 'You like me too?' you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
Pretty quickly, Adrien and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Adrien was the first out of you two to change his attitudes and behaviours; going into the first day back at university with your hand in his, a bright smile on his face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would proudly declare that you were his boyfriend. The model made sure to take you on nice dates and insisted on paying for you no matter how small the fee; claiming that you 'deserved to be spoiled'. You two frequented the cafe within which you met (Adrien would always get sentimental without a doubt) and you would spend practically every night at Adrien's place; though your boyfriend had no complaints about you treating his place like it was yours, he did often complain that he never got to spend time at your place!
Adrien is the typa guy who's just so innocent and wholesome. So much so that simply thinking about dating you and spending time with you used to get him hard... Fucking hot.
But this became a problem when the blonde actually started dating you! Seriously, the man couldn't spend ten minutes cuddling you without popping a boner! And it wasn't like your relationship stopped at cuddling, you two would kiss, make out, grind against each other; and it would get so overwhelming (in the best way possible) that Adrien would cum in his pants like some high schooler!
He was very embarrassed at first, but when you assured your boyfriend that you took it as nothing but a compliment, Adrien felt a little better. But he knew he had to work on his... overexcitement. And he did! Enough that the next time, Adrien made it through ten whole minutes of making out with you and grinding his hard dick against your ass before he had to stop as to not cum. Though the first time the blonde put it inside of you, he did in fact cum right away... But again, you took it as a compliment!!
There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the model! Even arguments with Adrien were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Luka was definitely different. The rocker was nothing but happy for you when he noticed your relationship with Adrien; sure he was hurt, but that wasn't your fault. But to protect the little ego he had left, Luka had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Luka on, and you knew Adrien would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Luka remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Luka lost what he thought was the harmony to his sound...
You knew that your relationship with Adrien couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend. You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Adrien. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, and even Mullo agreed.
You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the blonde, all you could do was look at Adrien with confusion.
"hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, babe! But... is it bad that I already knew?"
You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well!
But Adrien very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into ChatNoir right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! All of Adrien's attempts at flirting with you reminded you so much of Chat! And looking past the quantum masking, damn ChatNoir really did look like Adrien.
Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...
Ending 2:
But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Luka were so much stronger than those you held for Adrien.
The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Luka and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the rocker agreed; he had it bad for you.
When you admitted your feelings for him, Luka kept his cool; but internally he was freaking out. He was so fucking happy, but he couldn't make it look like this is what he'd been praying for for the past couple of months; even though that's exactly what it was. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that he 'felt the same, probably even more than you do'.
Pretty quickly, Luka and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Luka was quick to change his attitudes and behaviours, but he was quite low-key with it. On the first day back at university you two walked hand in hand, a warm smile on Luka's face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would look into your eyes and smile whilst letting out a love-drunk 'he's mine alright~'. The rocker made sure to treat you right, treating you like royalty and practically worshipping the ground you walked on; this man would literally give you a piggy-back to your lecture if you simply mentioned that your legs hurt, claiming that you 'should be treated with care like the fine art-piece that you were'. Anytime that the two of you would pass through the hall within which you two first met, Luka would always reminisce and claim that he 'knew you were the one from the first word you spoke'.
Sleepovers at Luka's became even more frequent than before, but the moment your boyfriend noticed that you would wake up seasick, he insisted on sleeping at your place instead.
Intimacy with Luka was another thing that really changed. The comfortable proximity became hotter and heavier; you both couldn't help it! You were so fucking attracted to each other that the moment you would straddle Luka's lap his lips were already on yours. Again, your boyfriend treats you like royalty during these moments, calling you beautiful and handsome and an angel between kisses and as he litters your neck with lovebites.
Luka is also quite experienced; he is older than you by an entire year to be fair! But damn does Luka know what the fuck he's doing! The way he'll control his pace to make you feel the best you can; using that huge white-boy dick to his advantage. Also holy fuck those fingers! Luka knows just how to curl his slender fingers inside of you to get you writhing beneath him. Making out and cuddling with Luka is also a ten-outta-ten experience; things don't have to go any further and you're still satisfied with your boyfriend's tongue dominating your mouth, or getting spooned by his bigger frame.
Oh and Luka has a huuuuuge thing for your voice! He loves to just hear you talk, but oh does he do his very best to make you feel euphoric just so that he can hear you fucking moan your lungs out. And don't even get him started on the way his name sounds on your lips; Luka could talk for hours about how much it affects him. On days you two can't see each other, you two will talk on the phone for hours; but inevitably, you'll notice that as it gets later in the night, Luka will start to get quiet, he'll start to grunt and his breath will start to get shakey and uneven. And if you ask him if he's okay, all Luka will reply with will be a shakey and breathy 'j-just keep talkin'~'.
Oh he's straight JERKIN' IT!!
There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the Rocker! Even arguments with Luka were few and far between; but when they did happen, they were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Adrien was definitely different. The model was happy for you, sure... But man, was he hurt. It's not like it was your fault, but to protect the little ego he had left, Adrien had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Adrien on, and you knew Luka would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Adrien remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Adrien lost what he thought was the purpose he was so desperate to find in life...
You knew that your relationship with Luka couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend...
You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Luka. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, you knew how much Luka valued truthfulness more than anything!
You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the rocker, all you could do was look at Luka with confusion.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But... is it bad that I already knew? Haha~"
You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well!
But Luka very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into Viperion right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! Just like his hero persona, Luka was always calm and collected; his flirtations more cerebral and calculated! And looking past the quantum masking, damn Viperion really did look like Luka.
Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...
Ending 3:
But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other...
'I... I think Luka is the one...'
'Wait no... It's Adrien..!'
'But Luka...'
'But Adrien...'
'FUCK! I can't choose! I... I think I'm in love with both of them...!'
Your thoughts were running rampant. You couldn't make a choice; both men had shown you a whole new world. You'd never experienced intimacy and comfort like you had with them both. How were you supposed to pick one and just forget the other?
The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called both Luka and Adrien and asked to meet them at your place, and of course, they both agreed; they were willing to do anything for you, really.
It was a difficult conversation; you didn't even really know where to start. But when you finally got your feelings for both men across, you could feel a weight lift off of your shoulders. Shockingly, it wasn't awkward! If anything, both Luka and Adrien felt some relief? Hey at least this way it's a win-win? Both the blonde and the dual-toned rocker had a wordless conversation with their eyes and then came to a decision; they would happily share your love. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when both Adrien and Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that they both wanted you, like you wanted them.
It took a while for the three of you to get your footing. But soon enough, you figured it out; just because there were three of you in this relationship, didn't mean that it would be any different from a typical relationship. Sure, you three took it slow, but after an entire summer of basically going on dates with Luka and Adrien, there weren't many other things to go over! But you did have to learn how to spend time together; the three of you, the model and the rocker learning to share you and learning to love each other. Yeah, Adrien and Luka were already friends! But it was a totally different thing being in a relationship! However, slowly but surely, the three of you got there; by the time university had started back up, you three were walking into campus hand-in-hand.
Honestly, you felt greedy! You had two of the hottest guys on campus looking at you with love in their eyes and with dumb smiles on their lips! If anyone was brave enough to ask what you three were to each other, each of you was more than happy to proclaim that you three were dating!
Oh and they both made sure to treat you right! Though you insisted on taking turns when paying for things, Luka and Adrien would always team up to make sure that one of them distracted you whilst the other paid! Oh and you were treated like a prince on the daily; you never carried your back, books, or equipment when your boyfriends were around!
The three of you would constantly reminisce about your first meeting at the hands of Marinette, and both Adrien and Luka would constantly retell their first encounters with you to each other; literally asking each other what they thought when they first saw you. Bro, you had these guys fucking WHIPPED!
Sleepovers became very frequent. Of course, you guys had your time alone, but you slept at Adrien's, Luka's, and your's at least once a week!
Intimacy with your boyfriends was something else entirely! It took a while for starters! You didn't wanna push them; you had already pushed the boundaries by dating both Luka and Adrien at the same time! But you soon realised that the reason you three hadn't gone past cuddles was that they didn't wanna push you! Really, Adrien and Luka were horny as FUCK! It took everything in their power to hold back!
But damn, when the three of you finally got to it? 10/10. That's all.
Luka and Adrien would focus on your pleasure so much that you'd cum within minutes; oh and you'd usually cum at least twice before either one of them came even once!
When it came to your secret identities, you felt like it was too much to reveal your identity as Omnimouse to two people; so though it hurt you to lie to the two men you trusted with your life, you didn't tell them. Though it was a bit ironic that they already knew! Luka and Adrien chose to let you believe that they didn't know of your identity; if for any reason, to keep you sane! That did mean that neither Adrien nor Luka revealed their own identities as ChatNoir and Viperion, but that was probably for the best. Neither Adrien nor Luka knew that the other was a hero as well....
All in all, your relationship with your two boyfriends was incredible; you seriously couldn't be happier. Luka and Adrien were also incredibly happy to have you as their boyfriend; seriously, at least half of the conversations they have are about you, and within each of those conversations they call themselves lucky to have you at least twice per convo!
Hey, I hope you're doing well. If you're doing requests could you do anything with will graham who has a veterinarian s/o or boyfriend? I think it would be interesting considering the amount of dogs he brings home lol. Ty!
SOMETIMES I THINK YOU'RE ONLY DATING ME FOR MY DOGS
will graham x male reader
authors note: LITERAL VISION I HAD WHILE READING THIS. WILL ARRIVING UNNANOUNCED TO YOUR HOUSE AND BEFORE YOU COULD EVEN SAY HI OR KISS HIM, HE SPRINTS TO YOUR NEWEST RESCUE/FOSTER AND FAWNS OVER THEM. TURN TO YOU STANDING WITH THE DEADEST AND MOST HURT EXPRESSION. I also made this be kinda angsty cause this is Will we're talking about and he somehow still doesn't know how to interact with people (even if you are his whole ass boyfriend.)
The doorbell rang at 7:32 PM, precisely when you knew it would. Will was nothing if not predictable, especially when it came to his weekly "unscheduled" visits that somehow always coincided with dinner time.
"Coming!" you called out, wiping your hands on a dish towel as you navigated through the temporary obstacle course of puppy gates in your hallway. Three rescue dogs—a beagle mix named Watson, a one-eyed terrier called Pirate, and your newest foster, a nervous chihuahua you'd dubbed Tiny—scrambled to accompany you to the door.
You swung it open with your usual bright smile, leaning in for the hello kiss that had become part of your Tuesday evening ritual. Only this time, Will sidestepped and dropped to his knees as the dogs swarmed him.
"Hello, Watson," he murmured, scratching behind the beagle's ears. "And Pirate, you're looking less murderous today. Who's this little guy?"
"His name is Tiny," you sighed, leaning against the doorframe with a pout already forming. "And hello to you too, boyfriend who apparently only loves me for my dogs."
Will looked up from where Tiny was attempting to climb his chest. "What? Oh, sorry." He stood up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before immediately returning his attention to the chihuahua. "He's underweight. Has he been dewormed?"
"Yes, Dr. Graham, he has," you said with an exaggerated eye roll. "Dinner's almost ready if you can tear yourself away from your actual love interests."
Will followed you into the kitchen where three more dogs, your permanent residents, greeted him with wagging tails. You turned to finish the pasta, finding it hard to ignore Will's aww's and murmurs of sweet nothings to DOGS.
"You know," you began casually, "sometimes I wonder if you're only dating me for the dogs and vet discounts."
"Yes."
Your mouth hung open in disbelief. Of all the responses you'd expected—a flustered denial, a playful deflection, even an admission of partial guilt—this absolute, straightforward confirmation was not one of them.
Will continued, oblivious to your shock. "But you're also hot and really interesting, so everything else is just a bonus."
"Did…did you just admit to using me for veterinary services?"
"Well, 'using' sounds so transactional. I prefer to think of it as a mutually beneficial relationship. You get me—I'm charming, occasionally funny, and help socialize your fosters. I get unlimited dog access and significantly reduced veterinary expenses."
You crossed your arms, pout intensifying. "I can't believe you just said that."
"I'm honest," Will said with a shrug. "You always say you appreciate honesty."
"Not when it's confirming that you see your boyfriend as nothing more than a walking, talking veterinary clinic with a side of eye candy!" you retorted, turning back to the stove with a huff.
Will moved closer, his voice softening. "Hey. That's not all I see."
You refused to turn around, focusing intently on stirring a sauce that didn't need stirring. "Could've fooled me."
"I'm not good with people," he admitted quietly. "With dogs, everything is straightforward. They don't play games or have hidden motives. With you…sometimes I look at you and I can't figure out what you're thinking at all."
You finally turned around, arms still crossed. "Maybe if you spent more time looking at me and less time at my patients, you might have a better idea."
Will sighed, running a hand through his curls. "I'm trying. I really am."
You remained silent, deliberately ignoring his attempt at reconciliation as you finished plating the food.
"Look, how about we take Tiny to the park this weekend? I've been working on some new training techniques that might help with his anxiety issues."
You raised an eyebrow. "So you want to use my foster for your training experiments AND get free vet advice? What a deal for me."
Will had the nerve to look hurt. "That's not what I meant."
"Isn't it?" you asked, setting the plates on the table with a clatter. "Sit down. The dogs have been waiting patiently for their human treat dispenser to eat."
Dinner was a tense affair, with Will attempting conversation while you responded in monosyllables. Will, to his credit, seemed to be making an actual effort to focus on you rather than your furry residents.
"I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant downtown this weekend," he offered. "The one that doesn't allow dogs inside."
"And why would we go there?"
"Because it's a restaurant people go to on dates? And where there are no dogs to distract me?"
"Are you sure you can handle that?" you asked sweetly.
"I think I'll manage."
You couldn't help but soften at that, though you maintained your pout for a few more seconds before relenting. "Fine, but you're paying."
"Deal and I'll even try to kiss you first when I come over next time instead of diving for the dogs."
"Try?"
"Okay, I'll definitely kiss you first. Unless one of them is actively bleeding or on fire."
You laughed despite yourself. "Somehow I doubt that'll happen."
"With my luck? I wouldn't be so sure."
As you finished dinner, with six dogs now napping around your chairs like furry throw pillows, you couldn't stay mad at him. Will might be a dog obsessed veterinarian's nightmare, but he was your dog-obsessed nightmare. And really, you thought as he helped you clear the table, occasionally stopping to scratch a sleeping dog behind the ears, what did it say about you that you found his complete honesty about using you for veterinary services weirdly endearing?
tw: male reader, they have a kid(you can determine if the reader had mpreg, adopted, or is ftm), uraume is still a servant just domesticated, based off of trin's videos on tiktok, sukuna calls reader 'husband' never by his name(unless during sex then why not, sukuna is still a cursed being just humanizing himself
note: fun fact: on my first tumblr account sukuna was my first fic i ever wrote digitally
there were a lot of sounds sukuna hated. people talking, babies crying, constant nagging, complaining, people chewing far too loud. but even as much as he hated it, he heard it almost everyday.
sukuna's arms stayed wrapped around you tightly, he was a clingy sleeper whether he would admit it or not. his face tucked underneath your chin, breathing in your scent and listening to your heart beat with each calm breath you took.
then there was that blasted alarm, the loud sound of feet pitter pattering onto the hardwood floors and the door bursting open.
"dad! dad! wake up! today's my game today!" right, suko had his baseball game today. the kid was probably up all night just to do that.
"wake up, wake up!" he climbed onto the bed, his little body pushing with all its might to bounce on the two half asleep figures.
"alright, alright! enough suko, you're going to give your father more back issues." there it was, your lovely voice he just adored, especially in the mornings. he hated those other noises, but yours is what he would listen to all day even after death.
sukuna grumbled, his eyes officially opening so he could see your face. perfect. absolutely perfect. "you are far too close, move away." as perfect as he found you, he would never admit it.
you snorted, detangling yourself from his embrace. "you say that but you're the one who refuses to let me move." he shook his head, sitting up with you. "untrue."
another sound of footsteps was heard, the white haired figure of uraume coming to take suko from the bed. "i apologize for letting him loose," they spoke as if he was some wild animal, which was a valid comparison.
"i looked away for one moment while cooking breakfast and he was shooting from his seat." suko seemed to whine as he was dragged out of the room. it was like he wanted to starve the rest of the day.
it was somewhat silent, just the two of you. your body weight shifted the bed as you slid over to him, your arms wrapped along his shoulders and your lips kissing at his cheek.
"good morning," his head would lean into the small kiss, returning it to your lips. what a sweet thing. you got off the bed, putting some reasonable clothes on so you could go eat at the table.
"also, i'll need you to pick up suko's new bat from the store, and some snacks as well." his brows furrowed in annoyance, he didn't want to do that.
"husband, that's a foolish task. why must i do it?" you blinked slowly, your head snapping over to him. that told him all he needed to know.
the store was hot and humid, too many people. he just needed to get the bat, and have zero distractions– "excuse me?" he paused, hearing a woman's voice. for some reason, he already felt what was going to happen.
he looked down, eyes squinting with agitation. the woman had her phone in her hand, he could see the phone dial app open and a faint blush on her cheeks. god save him.
he didn't want to waste time and get yelled at if he was late. not only would his son be upset if he had no baseball bat and missed his game, but you absolutely would not pleasure him after this very very long day.
"i am happily married. move out of my way." it was like she didn't see the ruby ring on his finger that could be bigger than someone's eye.
he shoved past the woman, and pulled out his own phone. when you answered, he was already speaking before you could say hello. "husband, where are the bats."
you paused for a moment, then your voice came through. "sukuna, are you in the sports section?" he looked around..no. no, he wasn't. "goodbye." why would you send him off to buy things if he never even knew what section they would be in. modern stores just got on his last nerve.
on the way home, he went to a snack store and got much more snacks than you intended. but what's wrong with going a little overboard?
finally, what felt like hours he was home. the smell of it hit him first, then the warmth and the sight of you sitting on the couch with suko on your lap with a cartoon playing on the big screen sat on the large dresser.
suko's head turned to the door, and he was instantly up on his feet running to his dad(more so the bat in his hand). "welcome back sukuna," your lips touched his in a loving kiss, and you had taken the bags of snacks to go put them away.
"you got the one that i wanted!" suko exclaimed excitedly, swinging it around as if to try it out. his eyes were wide with happiness, a big smile on his face.
"do not swing it around in the house! that vase costs over five-hundred dollars, go outside." his large hand came to his son's head to lead him outdoors. "uraume, go outside and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
then, his attention was only to you. he went behind you, grabbing at your waist tightly to embrace you in what was a loving hug. at least to him. it was just a little too tight for you, but you didn't mind it.
so sure, he hated the noises, the ridiculously hyper child, the constant errands he had to run. but this is maybe, just maybe what he needed to be truly at peace.
The One I Can Touch (Male Reader x Sukuna) (An Extra Little Drabble!)
Pairing: Sukuna Ryomen x Male Reader.
Genre: Fluffy, a little sad.
Word Count: 2,469
So I wrote this quite quickly, really didn't want to disappoint the sweetheart who wrote to me, especially since I replied sooo late! It's not proofread, so I hope it's okay.
Part 1 (here) Part 2 (Here)
Masterlist
You stare down into wide, marble like eyes, your fingers twitching at your sides, itching with a want you’ve learned you can never indulge. You can’t touch.
When it suddenly springs toward you, small paws lifted as if it means to grab you, you slip neatly out of reach with a breathy laugh. The sound seems to delight it. The puppy gives chase, stumbling over in its enthusiasm, lunging again and again as you duck and weave, always just beyond its grasp.
“What are you doing?” His voice purrs behind you, low and gravelly.
You don’t turn, you don’t stop either. You simply pivot aside once more, letting the pup skid past you.
“Playing” you answer lightly, offering a careless half-shrug. “I can’t touch it, so the best I can do is plat with it.”
“Why not?” he sneers, stepping closer, looming just behind your shoulder as he also sidesteps the excitable little creature with practiced ease. “It is only a dog.”
“They have so little time on this earth” you murmur, dodging again. Your laughter softens as the puppy trips, front paws sliding out from under it with an excited little yip. “That’s what makes them precious. I’d hate to take even a second from it.”
“Ridiculous” he grunts, but he’s closer now despite himself.
“It looks so soft” you say dreamily, eyes tracking the puppy as it scrambles upright again. You imagine the give of its fur beneath your fingers, the warmth of its small body, the frantic, hopeful flutter of its heartbeat. “I wish I could stroke it.”
You feel his gaze settle on you, heavy and intent as you step back once more. Before you can react, he moves.
One moment the puppy is bouncing at your heels. The next, it’s scooped up effortlessly into his arms.
The sight is slightky absurd a man so massive, with so many arms, cradling something so impossibly small. The puppy thrashes, wriggling with delight, stretching desperately to lick at his face. Sukuna recoils with visible disgust, baring his teeth.
“It’s soft” he growls, like the word itself offends him. “Warm too. Softer than wool. A bit like—” He cuts himself off with a scowl.
You blink up at him, breath catching, realising suddenly, that he’s trying, the best way he can, to describe it to you.
“The fucking thing won’t stop moving” he adds, another large hand coming up to steady the squirming pup, clamping more firmly than necessary.
You step closer without thinking. Carefully, reverently, you place your hand over his, as close as you can get. As if touching the puppy by proxy.
His red eyes snap to yours, unreadable. Still, he doesn’t pull away.
He allows you to guide his hand, slow and deliberate, down the puppy’s back. You’re careful not to brush its fur, not even by accident. This is as near as you’re allowed.
“It’s so beautiful” you murmur. Your voice cracks just slightly, grief threading through the awe as the truth settles in, that you’ll ever never feel it for yourself. That this is the closest you’ll ever come. “You’re so lucky.”
His mouth curves into a smirk, it’s sharp and reflexive, but it falters when he notices the tears glassing your eyes. Instead of mocking you, he grunts.
“It’s just a mutt.”
“You’ll wouldn’t understand” you breathe, shaking your head faintly, still guiding his hand in that careful, borrowed motion.
“Teddy!” a voice calls from somewhere down the path.
Your head snaps up at the sound. Sukuna lowers the puppy at once, releasing it to the ground. You watch it scamper off, yipping happily as it disappears back toward its home, tail wagging like it never knew danger at all.
Sukuna watches it go. Then he looks at you.
“I need…” he says, turning away, voice rougher than before. “…to go do something.”
“Do you want me to com—”
“No.” His answer cuts in immediately, low and firm. “Stay here. Keep yourself hidden.”
He brushes fur from his clothes, you nod without argument. You’ve learned not to ask questions, learned that some answers tend to hurt more than ignorance ever could. Whatever it is he’s about to do, whatever violence or consequence waits for him beyond this quiet pocket of the city, you don’t want it seared into your mind.
He hesitates, just for a fraction of a second.
Then he reaches for you, stopping just short, his hand hovering in the air like he’s reconsidering the risk, the intimacy. Finally, he commits. His fingers brush a silken lock of hair away from your forehead, slow and careful, the heat of his touch startling, like freshly poured steel.
“Don’t get hurt, he mutters. It’s not and I love you, but it’s the closest thing he’ll ever be able to offer.
But you know how much it costs him to say even this. The knowledge makes your heart squeeze in your chest, tight and aching, because you understand how hard it is for him to open himself to anyone, even you.
“So long as you don’t either” you murmur. I love you too sits heavy behind the words, unspoken but thick with meaning.
Somehow, he seems to hear it anyway.
He grunts, a sound that might be acknowledgment, discomfort, or something dangerously close to emotion, and then he’s gone. Disappearing like smoke, dragged to whatever blood-soaked duty demands him.
And you’re left behind.
It’s quiet here. A leafy, secluded part of Tokyo, where the city hum dulls to a whisper. You glance up at the sky, branches overhead breaking the light into dappled patches that scatter across the ground at your feet. You let out a slow, heavy sigh. You have no idea how long you’ll be waiting this time, minutes, hours, maybe days, so you resign yourself to it.
You wander without direction, searching for somewhere to sit, somewhere to exist while time stretches painfully between you and your King. Eventually, you find a small park. A fenced-off patch of grass, a lone bench, a children’s swing set creaking faintly in the breeze.
It’s empty, so you lower yourself into one of the swings instead, pushing off gently, rocking back and forth. The chains squeak loudly with each motion, the sound oddly comforting in the stillness.
You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear it, the soft tap of footsteps approaching.
You lift your head, squinting against the sunlight.
You blink. Once, then twice.
For a moment, you’re convinced your loneliness has finally tipped you into hallucination.
But the shock of white hair is unmistakable.
Gojo stands there, tall and blinding against the light, Nanami at his side, glasses fixed neatly in place. And behind them, impossibly, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, all clustered together. They stare at you like you’re something unreal. A ghost. A mistake.
Your heart slams against your ribs, swelling with too many emotions to name.
You’ve missed them, so much. But beneath that longing coils a uncomfortable fear, the sickening thought that they might be here to kill you. To take you back.
“Y/N!” Yuji shouts suddenly, lifting an arm to wave like no time has passed at all.
You rise unsteadily from the swing, legs trembling beneath you like they’re made of fog.
“Yuji” you breathe, a shocked laugh tearing free as you step toward him, but Nanami moves.
He steps between you like a wall forged from stern steel, cutting you off cleanly.
“Y/N” Gojo greets, his voice dark. You can’t see his eyes beneath the blindfold, but you know what’s hidden in them. Weariness, hurt, maybe even anger. You don’t blame him. You’ve done what Geto once did to him. The thought makes your chest ache unbearably. “Where is he?”
“Who?” you try weakly, grasping at denial even as it slips through your fingers.
“Sukuna” Nanami says flatly. His voice is cold, stripped of any familiarity.
“Not here” you manage, staring down at your feet. The silence crashes down around you, thick and suffocating. “Are you… going to kill me?” you whisper.
“Do we have to?” Gojo asks quickly, voice sharp, your head snaps up, eyes blurring instantly. “Will you kill us?”
“No” you breathe, nausea curling in your gut at the thought of any of them dying because of you. “Never.”
The quiet returns. Yuji looks between the three of you, confused, worried. You ache with the urge to ruffle his stupidly spiky hair, just once.
“We thought you were dead” Nanami finally grinds out, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides.
“I’m sorr—”
“You disappeared” he cuts in. “The last intel we had put you heading north, toward his hideout, and then…nothing.”
“I know, I’m truly sorry, I—”
“You know you’re just an adversary now, right?” Gojo interrupts. The words hit like a physical blow, you gasp, a tear slipping free and tracking down your cheek. “How could you?”
You drop your gaze, forcing air into your lungs, swallowing hard around the pressure in your throat.
“You’ll never know what it’s like” you begin, voice trembling helplessly, “to never hold someone. To never—never stroke someone’s hair—”
Your eyes flick briefly to Yuji, to that mop of pink hair so reminiscent of Sukuna’s. He offers you a small, gentle smile. You drop your eyes again before you continue.
“T-to never hold someone’s hand. To never hear someone’s heart beneath your ear. To never kiss someone. To never—have someone touch you.”
Your chest tightens painfully as the words spill out.
“Before Sukuna… even when I was injured, no one would touch me. If I was sick, no one would help me. If I tripped, I fell, no one caught me. If I cried… no one held me.” Your voice fractures further with each sentence. “I was so lonely.”
Nanami’s jaw clenches harder, his hands curling into fists.
“I just wanted someone to love me” you finish quietly, shoulders sagging in defeat.
Your breathing is the only sound left, ragged, shuddering breaths dragged through a painfully tight throat.
“We will have to face each other” Gojo says softly. “Across a battlefield. Someday.”
A sob rips free from you before you can stop it. You clutch at your chest desperately, willing the pain to stop.
“I’d kill myself before I ever hurt any of you” you gasp hoarsely. “I swear.”
“What about Sukuna then?”
You swallow. “I’d kill myself before I ever hurt him either.” You admit, pausing for a moment. “I love him.”
They all freeze, as if the thought of someone loving the King of Curses was absurd.
You shake your head, stepping back, tears dripping freely now.
“I need to go. He might return soon. I don’t want you hurt.”
“Wait” Yuji says suddenly, stepping forward. “Is this it? Is this goodbye?”
“Yes” you whisper. “My sweet Yuji.”
He looks down, thinking, really thinking, then lifts his eyes again. “Can I hug you?”
Your heart shatters.
“I don’t care if you take some of my life” he adds softly. “I just… really want to hug you. At least once.”
“Yuji, that’s unsaf—” Nanami interjects, but Yuji continues.
“Please.”
You break, pulling him into your arms, one hand burying itself immediately in his soft hair as your body shakes with sobs. You cling to him, desperately, greedily, trying to ignore the familiar pull, the quiet siphoning of life slipping from him into you.
You try to fight it, slow it, take as little as possible. But fear claws at you, you push him away before it’s too late.
“Thank you” you breathe, looking at all of them, each one of them, trying to imprint their faces into your memory.
Nanami nods.
Gojo doesn’t move.
“Stay safe.” You breathe.
Then you run.
You turn and flee, forcing distance between yourself and everything you’v ever loved. It hurts, like your heart is being torn from you, but you know being alone forever would hurt more.
You don’t realise how far you’ve run until you slam headfirst into something solid.
An immovable force.
You bounce back and hit the ground with a startled groan, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs. When you manage to look up, blinking through tears, you’re met with the sight that steadies and destroys you all at once, four familiar crimson eyes, blazing and alive, fixed entirely on you.
“Did they hurt you?” he mutters, already looking past you, gaze lifting toward the direction you’d just fled from. His jaw is tight, muscles bunching beneath his skin like he’s seconds from tearing something apart. He must have known. Maybe he even brought you here on purpose, silently giving you the chance to see them one last time.
The realisation hits too hard.
A pathetic cry tears free from your chest, and you curl in on yourself instinctively, arms wrapping tight around your ribs as your breathing collapses into shallow, broken gasps. You hear him click his tongue in irritation, it’s not cruel, just helpless, before four hands close around your arms and haul you back to your feet with frightening ease.
“Stop snivelling” he growls.
“I can’t help it” you whine, voice thick and wrecked as you scrub angrily at your eyes with the backs of your hands. “They mean as much to me as you do.”
“So I heard” he grunts. You lift your gaze to him then, eyes glassy, tears clinging stubbornly to your lashes. For a brief moment, he meets your eyes, and something raw flickers there before he looks away sharply, as if the sight of your face is more than he’s willing to endure.
“I won’t ask you to hurt them” he says coolly. “Just as I won’t ask you to die for me either.”
The words are measured, almost careless in tone, but you hear what’s buried beneath them. The restraint. The promise. The impossible mercy you’d never dared to dream of.
You step forward without thinking, closing the distance and slipping your arms around his impossibly wide waist. You hold him hard, desperately, clinging like you’re afraid he might disappear if you loosen your grip. Any normal man would have hissed in pain.
But he doesn’t.
“I see my little leech is back” he scoffs, though the insult lacks bite. A hot hand settles against your back, not pulling you closer, but not pushing you away either.
“Shut up” you mutter, giving his back a light, frustrated punch before tightening your hold again, pressing your face briefly against his chest. “Can you take me home?” you ask softly.
He exhales through his nose.
“Yeah” he says after a beat, turning slightly. “…Come on, leech.”
And for all his gruffness, for all the sharp edges he refuses to soften, he lets you stay exactly where you are, arms wrapped around him as he takes you away with him.
Again, not proofread and written in about 2 hours, but I hope you enjoyed a little slice of fluffy sadness.
a/n: I was supposed to write a non-tripleS member after the last fic, but since it's comeback month, I went straight into writing this since their teasers. in hindsight, I think it's worth it, and I hope y'all enjoy it.
“Spend time with your family, Soldier. And that’s an order, not just advice… Arasseo?”
“Yes, Sir,” the young sergeant lowered his humble smile as he saluted his commander. After mirroring his gesture, he got up on the interbase bus. He got the whole weekend, thanks to his first leave of the year, but the one-hour ride to Seoul was enough to make him ponder while staring at the window as each meter of the province passed his eyes.
Geum Junghoon didn’t even consider being conscripted into military service after he turned eighteen thanks to the safety net of getting into college, with him and his friends making academic pursuits their main reason. For Junghoon, he took it seriously. Until nineteen, he was focused on his academics like he was at war with the terror of failing a single class, but was able to loosen up when he got himself invested with a bizarre yet welcoming extracurricular. A year later, turning twenty years old was the first most tumultuous of his young adult life, with the first half turning out to be one of his best years, and the latter half being the worst. But he kept going, and months after turning twenty-one, he made the choice to enlist the moment one of his closest friends got the claws of conscription coming for him. They were already seniors in their first semester.
He had the same right, the same entitlement to take his leave as the rest of his fellow draftees, but even his own commanders were surprised with how seldom he expressed taking his personal leave. His closest companions had to come out and take him with them or include his own name when they were requesting their leave to their officers.
Throughout the whole year, Junghoon spent his leaves taking a bus to Daegu, where his family’s hometown was. But it was still a Friday. Last week, he chose to stay on his base. It was somewhat of a disappointment for them, but Junghoon didn’t want them to worry too much. Other families probably would’ve needed it more was one reason he justified himself, but a part of his mind kept it, so they wouldn’t feel burdened by the demand of his presence on the holidays. It would’ve probably broken their hearts if he ever admitted such a self-deprecating yet honest thought.
He arrived at the bus stop an hour and five minutes later, yet his home was not the first destination to come to mind. The truth was, no one outside their base was still aware of his leave, except that he would be visiting Seoul on Saturday. It gave him a one day grace period before most folks in his life would get closer to his proximity, literally or digitally. With his duffle bag hanging on his shoulder, he took a walk across the street’s nightlife.
Visiting a bar wasn’t his ideal, but it was better than the many times his buddies tried dragging him into a nightclub to party, contradicting his simple desire to explore more of the cultural spots of Pyeongtaek located outside their base, something that he did do by himself at times. Tonight, the memories of his home were slowly coming back to him. The bartender was nowhere to be found, so the man sat and waited on the nearest stool. Taking a quick look around, the location wasn’t as rowdy and crowded as he had hoped. It was the ideal place to settle for the night, and perhaps, it would be the perfect chilling spot. He was reassured by one mentality, the fewer familiar faces there were, the better. Rather than just holding on to his duffle bag next to the stool beside him, the only thing missing was a bottle of quality beer in his hand to continue this night with more silence. He looked at the digital clock above the backbar. The digits reached 10:00 PM just now.
From his left, the staff-only door finally opened seconds later and out came the face of a good old acquaintance who welcomed him from the aisle. “Annyeonghaseyo! Apologies for keeping you waiting.” Without looking too closely into him, her hand reached for an empty glass. “What can I get y—Geum Junghoon-ssi?” Until her vision caught his face.
In Junghoon, there was no disappointment in his face. Strangely enough, he exhaled a sense of relief. “Kim Nakyoung-sunbaenim?” His smile followed after, mirroring hers.
“Yah, daebak,” she cheered, opening her arms wide. “It’s been a while! How are you?”
It’s only been over a year since Jeunghoon had stumbled upon a senior in and out of campus, not counting his closest friends who either resided close to the district of the university or enrolled into graduate school. Nakyoung appeared to be in the former, though he had yet to know more about her current whereabouts.
“So what will you be having?” she asked him, balancing her job to listen to a customer as well as her enthusiastic attention as an old friend. Before his arrival, she seemed to have already entertained some of the locals before they went to their own tables with fellow patrons. At this hour, it’s just the two of them on the counter.
“Hmm…” He tried to inspect the bottles on the backbar, but his cluelessness with brands made him resort to saying, “Just a bottle of your cheapest beer will be fine, thank you.”
“Okay!” Her pitch raised for that one word as she headed to pick a bottle from the fridge. “I’ll give you our finest bottle, then.”
“Oh, aniyo, sunbae…” He shook his head and hands by instinct. “You don’t have to—”
Nakyoung squinted her eyes and pouted at his response. “Cut those honorifics. There won’t be sunbae, noona, or ahjumma leaving your mouth.” She opened the cap with a bottle opener. “And besides, giving this treat is the least I can do for your service. Also, you technically can’t decline a drink from a senior.” A little playful power trip made him feel less isolated than usual, even though he himself was no stranger to following orders.
“Aigoo,” Junghoon chuckled, forcing himself to take the opened bottle and taking his first sip of the night. “Well, this is actually very smooth. It’s nice… Gomopseumnida.”
“Right?” she cheered, affirming the man’s compliment before he took another good sip.
“But in my defense, I’m just going through a mandatory service,” he continued. “You basically give that kind of privilege to any other men who drink here.”
“I wouldn’t say all of them, but touché.” Her smile sharpened into a smirk. “But, still, I heard you did it for your friend, so that’s something else I can respect.”
“Who in the…” His mouth formed into a small gape, caught by her tease. “Told you—”
“Yubam did…” she confessed, raising her hands in the air. “Ever since she started dating Yeonghwan, she’s been close with your group as well.”
He shook his head keeping his smile closed. “She can’t—well, I can’t even blame her, or hyung. You two are just that close… Ever since both our clubs converged, and all that.”
“That’s true, but even outside that, she just cares about you,” she added, albeit adding some playful hints of speculation from her side. “I’d say even a little too much.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s the case,” he shrugged off. “And even if that’s true, she’s more of a sister to me... Aside from my own little cousin and Kotone-chan, I can say the same for Yubin-ah…and she’s taken things with hyung to the next level, like the next level, so I doubt there’s gonna be anything keeping them from staying committed.”
Fascination crawled up to her in the form of a heartfelt smile. She realized he was much more mature than they last had a heart-to-heart conversation. “You’re becoming more interesting tonight, Junghoon-ah… Let’s see what else has the service changed you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I think you’re much wiser than our first talk.” Although one moment stuck to her the most. “I still remember when we prepared our festival booth. You were asking me for advice about how you’d handle your super crush back then like you were begging for pointers about a finals examination.”
“That wasn’t even our last conversation.” He tried to be dismissive, more embarrassed to recall the memory than she was eager to bring it up to him. Sensing the man’s slight discomfort, she went easier with her approach.
“Sure, but first impressions tend to leave a mark more, at least for me… You don’t have to be too embarrassed about it. Just trying to bring back a memory, for ol’ times sake?”
“I wasn’t embarrassed,” he denied weakly, but she’s already gotten through his head. Funnily enough, he’s gone through worse intimidation tactics during his training and service from his commanders.
“All right… I was just curious if something took off. Just don’t want my advice to go to waste, after my little counseling from two years ago.”
“Well, if you’re still that curious, I shot my shot,” he put it simply, to her dissatisfaction.
“And—?” She immediately asked further, as if it was a juicy story waiting to unfold.
“It ended,” he cut it short. “She’s a senior like you, so that’s just how things go, I guess.”
There was audible bitterness in the croak of his delivery. “Mianhae,” she mumbled.
“Don’t be,” Junghoon flaunted his hand away as if his sorrow was something physical.
“I don’t wanna ask exactly how it happened with you, but situations like that didn’t have to end that tragically, though. Just look at Myungsoo-ah and Yooyeon-unnie right now. They’re literally both in graduate school…”
“Exactly my point. Not everyone gets to have the same dream and ambition. I’m happy for them, but you have to admit, hyung got really lucky with Yooyeon-sunbae. Others, well, weren’t so much…”
That same loneliness he had was radiating through her. “I’m with you there, so don’t feel like you’re left out… We are like a lot of folks here tonight. Not all of them, but still... Not everyone gets to be with someone since New Year’s Eve.”
“Feels really assuring, Naky-yah,” he professed, before taking another sip of his beer.
“Just doing my job… We don’t always have to feel pitiful just because we’re alone.”
“Yeah… Speaking of which, when did you first do this whole bartender gig?”
“Oh, I’ve only started six months ago… My harabeoji ran this place for decades, but then he retired and so for the longest time, this was my uncle’s bar... Then he got into rebab.”
“Oh, that’s…” He couldn’t find the next words to describe his surprise and sympathy.
“Gwenchana,” she quickly soothed his concern. “He’s doing his best to recover now… In the meantime, my cousins and I have been taking turns week after week.”
“Ah, I see…” He bobbed his head. “So you’re not gonna be bartending forever, then?”
“I hope not… I’m just taking a gap year… Just working on the side whenever I can like at the PC bang, gym, or sales. Gain some skills I may or may not be needing in the future.”
That was also the story of his life. “You were a dance major, if I remember correctly?”
The mention of her education put an enthusiastic smile to her face. “Yeah, I was.”
“Hmm… I was thinking, why not audition to be an idol?”
“Oh, no… I’m not chasing some dangerous dream, no offense to my younger self… Especially not after all the whole can of worms that would come into that.”
He felt bad by just bringing the idea up. “Yeah, that’s a good point… Better steer your feet away from turbulent waters if they’re not calming down anytime soon.”
“Mmm-hmm… But I have started collecting all offers for a choreographer, or maybe just being a fitness trainer first like I do sometimes.”
“Seems like a good start. I just hope you don’t give up on it… Choreographing, I mean.”
She exhaled with a sense of acceptance and a hint of determination. “I already gave up my idol dream the moment I got into college, so I definitely won’t give up on this one.”
“I do think you could still qualify for an idol in a lot of ways… I heard from Honggi that the industry’s not as weird with age as they were, but even taking that into account, I still believe talent and hard work should still matter the most by the end of the day.”
“That’s sweet…” Her tone shifted into a sardonic one. “But I don’t know what Honggi’s sources are, because that’s still mostly a load of bull… Coming from two girls who have actually tried auditioning in the industry a couple of times… Me and my older sister.”
Junghoon let out a chuckle. She’s had the looks, the talent and skills to be an artist, yet he understood why it wouldn’t be ideal or even pragmatic to make this possibility real.
“In another world, maybe… Right now, I wanna figure out how I can deal with my life as it is… I don’t wanna take out my other options just because I haven’t tried them out yet.”
“You and I both,” he confessed.
“Well… You still have a semester left, but as your sunbae, I still hope you don’t spend the rest of it getting back signing up for a part-time job, arasseo? Make the most of it while you still can… You might regret it once you graduate.”
“You got any regrets, Naky-yah?” He knew he had plenty, but he’d rather hear her side.
“Some. A few, but not as many as I thought. Even if I’m not working at some big studio or agency, I get to do these gigs and hang out with my pals without obsessing too much on going back to campus… But hey, it’s just me.”
“And you say like being a senior makes you seem ill or something,” he humored her, but her mode of lecturing was far from over.
“Just an analogy… But you get my point. I was your senior, after all? I’m just giving you my advice. That’s just one of your perks if you’re lucky enough. Hoobaes will look up to you and ask you some things, even if you might not have the answers, you just tell them as honest as you have to be.”
“That makes sense. But I–uhh… you know I can’t promise anything even if it’s good advice, but I’ll try to balance things out.”
She found the man to be quite stubborn, albeit in an amusing way. She was aware of the things he’s been through, but if she couldn’t change her mind, at least she got to lend her food for thoughts and presence. “You do you, Junghoon-ah... You want a second bottle?”
He just noticed his bottle being empty, making him place his right cheek on his warm hand with a humble smile. Far from tipsy, less hesitant to decline. “Well, who am I to say no? Add that to my tab, bartender.”
“Majayo!” she cheered, walking back to the fridge. “Another bottle coming right up.”
With their futures having been the spotlight of their discussion during their reunion, the next half an hour was spent more with the two catching up from their pasts and present. Junghoon asked for more of Nakyoung’s account during her last semester. Rather than completely press Junghoon on his service, he confessed how he had gained his position as a cook in the last six months.
“You’re like Jungkook!” she pointed out with a cheery cadence, softly tugging his shoulder back and forth. “He was a cook, and he also got promoted as Sergeant.”
“That’s actually what my friends said, but sure… I’ll definitely take that compliment.”
When his turn was over, Nakyoung made him recall about his ascension even before senior year, mentioning his entry to student council and helping out seniors with their farewell party, considering she wasn’t present to join and dine in with his department’s conclusive event a week before her graduation. The young man made her realize that it didn’t matter, admitting that tonight pretty much felt like the party he helped prepare, only a lot less rampant and noisy with all other students amidst clinking their bottles or glasses and grilling fresh meat. Although his description made Nakyoung envious about missing out, she got herself a glass of apple juice just to replicate that moment. Amused by her effort, Junghoon offered to pour her glass, which Nakyoung accepted, somewhat appreciative and embarrassed by him going along with her spirited antics. Tonight was not only a night of reunion, but also a shared night of hopeful renewal.
Nakyoung leaned from the counter and turned her head sideways with curiosity, which amused Junghoon. “By the way, your posture is unbelievably straight, you know that?”
He craned his neck to inspect himself from the back for a moment. “You noticed? Huh.”
“Some fellas from the table are lookin’ at you really funny, so yeah,” she shot back.
“Just how I was trained, I guess… Now, it’s just a habit of mine… I was wondering that if they really served in the forces, they would’ve understood why I’ve gotten used to this.”
“Touché,” the woman chuckled, raising her hands without rebuttal. And throughout their countless topics, they took one moment for their eyes to lock at each other. He noticed her hair had gone longer, but more filterless thoughts made him self-aware.
“I’ll head into the comfort room for a second. Would you mind looking after my bag?”
“Oh, sure…” From the counter, her hands reached out to his bag, and he complied while making sure she barely felt its weight. “Here, just put it right here. Just get it when you need it back.” Nakyoung carefully placed it on a spot under the counter, out of anyone else’s sight and reach except herself.
The scent of the comfort room was cleaner than he expected. There’s more filth when he and his unit were locked inside a room in the Hwasaengbang for an hour. Compared to that experience, this room was a breath of fresh air, although the smaller space has been getting into his nerves. He couldn’t stay inside for so long, but the presence of Nakyoung made him feel less like he was still at the base for better reasons. Maybe it was the warm and welcoming approach she made towards him that made tonight an early welcoming, how amiable the atmosphere between them had felt. After emptying his bladder on the stall, Junghoon headed to the sink, washing his hands along with most misgivings. This woman was making him feel fluttery. He would’ve probably made an excuse for himself about the lack of encounters with women, but that wasn’t true either, considering some of his fellow recruits and even commanders were women, and not to mention the ones he got acquainted with outside Pyeongtaek, when his friends, old and new, persuaded and dragged him during their first leaves at the approval of their commander. At least, those gave them opportunities to venture out into the outside world from time to time.
A tranquil glance into the mirror gave him a flash of comparison between his past and present. The thickness of his skin on his chin down to neck was no longer present. His figure and muscles have never looked more toned. Maybe this progress gave him more esteem about how people might have perceived him before. Maybe it only lessened his concern about it, knowing his confidence has predated his obstacles. With this, a more stubborn part of him didn’t regret going through all the struggle, agony, and discipline that were instilled on him the moment he enlisted. Even if he already had enough of it.
However, the closeness he was making with Nakyoung was making his hair stand up and almost shiver under his coat and sweater when they exchanged laughter, making him itchy enough to want and take off the latter in the midst of this winter evening. It’s not the first time a woman has ever made him feel like this, hence he shrugged it off and warmed his face by blowing air from his mouth while rinsing the liquid soap with water. Comfort with a friend shouldn’t warrant for someone to expect something more from it.
He turned off the faucet and shook his hands, taking a deeper breath before opening the door. Upon exiting the comfort room, however, what Junghoon was witnessing, the view was less peaceful. Noticing the formal suit and his shaggy hair, presumably between his mid-thirties to early forties, it was a man from a single’s table who instantly latched onto Nakyoung’s wrist, only for her to let herself go in a swift motion. Nevertheless, the scene was more than concerning for Junghoon to get his legs running as fast back to the bar, where Nakyoung mouthed to him not to get involved. Something like this shouldn’t be done nor be tolerated by anyone. If no one else was going to handle this uncomfortable situation, his moral obligation pushed him to do something about it.
“What seems to be the problem here, ahjussi?” he kept his tone as composed, unlike the man he was confronting, who already appeared to be at his breaking point, intoxicated.
“Don’t call me ahjussi…” the older man growled while Junghoon slowly walked closer. “You’ve had this chick’s attention in the last hour… You better know your place—”
“I don’t mind being called that, sir…” With her words, the woman stood for herself and her old friend, crossing her arms and maintaining her face of disappointment. “But the ounce of time and attention I give to someone else shouldn’t be your business.”
“The hell it’s not…” He flaunted his empty glass at her, holding it as if it was some knife. “We pay you to entertain—”
“With all due respect, you mainly pay a bartender like me to give you drinks and listen if you want us to listen to you,” she shot back, intimidated by his sudden aggression. “This may not be a love motel, but I hope you can still watch your tone…”
Junghoon was not the only person who chuckled at her clapback. Most of the patrons let out a cackle from their table while others sneaked in their smiles, but it only lit the spark into the man’s fuse. Junghoon remained on high alert, sensing the temper of the man in the suit fizzing out in real time. And at this right moment, the young man saw him raise his right hand holding his glass like it was a rock. He held onto his wrist before he could charge and get a foot closer to the counter, much to Nakyoung’s shock right as the glass dropped on the floor. All of the patrons turned their heads with sympathy and intrigue.
The glass shattered only in a few pieces, but the enraged drunkard took advantage of the chaos by letting out a rabid scream and raised his other hand in a closed fist. Despite the pandemonium, Junghoon’s other hand caught it in time. “You should… Calm down sir,” he warned him with a compassionate tone amidst this slight struggle between raw rage and concentrated defense exerted through their arms and core, waiting until one gave up without throwing any punch or kick from either man. Nakyoung stayed inside the counter, though she began texting someone on her phone while keeping her gaze of extreme concern for Junghoon, considering the man was a little bit taller than him. Unfortunately for him, Junghoon has carried, fired rifles heavier than his arms. He himself could also do much more than holding him in place. Bend an arm and tackle him into the floor. But he waited, staring at his eyes and quietly examining his spirit.
Feeling himself slowly weakening and overpowered, the older man fell on his knees, but Junghoon slowed his fall into the floor. “I, uh, I underestimated you.” The man let out a weak chuckle, yet his right palm has yet to let go of him. “Young man… Joseonghaeyo.”
Junghoon was perplexed by his somewhat humorous response, but he’d rather simmer things down than worsen the state of the place and the night. “Well, don’t apologize to me, Sir.” He knelt down on one knee, leveling with him. “Apologize to our bartender here and everyone else’s night.”
Covered by his own messy hair, the older man’s parched throat hitched before letting out a muffled whimper, slowly putting both hands on his eyes as he continued to weep louder. As Nakyoung was expecting, the bouncer walked in from the entrance, although he signaled her hand to stay put, allowing Junghoon to gently pat his back while silently asking the bartender for a glass of water for the man to drink. In the following moment, he mumbled about his broken marriage, his strained relationship with his children, and his regrettable infidelities. His tendencies to end it all. The young man sighed with woe.
“Just go home, take a shower, and go to sleep, Sir,” Junghoon advised, making himself more vulnerable, despite everyone else’s harrowing concerns inside the bar, with some literally being at the edge of their seats. “It’ll make most things better in the morning.”
With much less of his aggressive entry, the bouncer escorted the whimpering man to the exit, with Nakyoung handing him his suitcase on their way out before leaving a soft bow.
Getting up from his knees, Junghoon quickly looked at her right wrist. “Gwenchanayo?”
Nakyoung exited the counter with a broom and dustpan on her hands, although her eyes scanned his hands for any signs of scrapes or scratches, failing to hide her relief with her wide smile. “I’m okay… But I’m supposed to ask you that question.”
“I just feel relieved…” He exhaled. “Fuck, I didn’t expect this night to play like this.”
“Me neither, and yet you handle it better than I expected,” she giggled before carefully to sweep the shards of the glass off the floor. “Like, seven hundred times better.”
A guilt-ridden Junghoon tried to offer his help with sweeping the mess, but Nakyoung politely nudged her hands, still using her bartender position as a reason to do this job. “Just using what I’ve learned. Diffusing the situation before it can blow up.”
As if Nakyoung’s respect for him wasn’t already high enough, his actions tonight only elevated it. Perhaps more than that. “Bouncer-oppa didn’t even have to do anything besides escorting him outside, so it’s nice… You did a pretty damn good job.”
Aside from his goal of keeping the woman safe, he simply didn’t see himself in the older man as much as he thought, but the long defeat and hopelessness in his eyes weakened his heart. It’s a loss he wouldn’t want anyone else to go through unless they have done something. “Everyone’s got demons they’re trying to fight, so I’d rather have him deal with it than let him bring it out on everyone else…” He cleared his throat. “But enough about me or that man, because, man, you actually defended yourself there really well.”
“Thanks, but if it makes you feel any better, it’s not the first time someone tried to hit on me,” she hummed, feeling some appreciation for both his deed and compliment. “I was just doing my job. That doesn’t mean I have to be a pushover. Folks have already been getting into fights at the clubs nowadays, so I’d rather keep the silence around here.”
“Yeah, but things have been getting stale in here now ‘cause of the mess he and I made.”
“The mess he made,” she corrected him, based on her personal recollection. “You just defended yourself and talked some sense into him. Folks are bummed ‘cause of him.”
He breathed into his closed fists. “Well, I think I may need a snack… You got some?”
“We got a lot of different chips and sweets inside the pantry. I can get some if you want,” she informed him. “We don’t cook anymore when it’s late ‘cause my uncle’s not around, and two, people don’t just order them here when they can but outside…” She paused for a second. “Which is an excuse we also made up ‘cause we can’t cook shit for customers.”
He only laughed off her self-depracating tone, but he already got an idea to make up the mood he somewhat helped kill. “The snacks would be great, but ummm, if it’s okay with you, do you mind if I help out in the kitchen?”
Nakyoung was enticed. She heard of his reputation from their mutual friends even before his enlistment into service, but she has yet to experience his casual culinary expertise first-hand. “You’re gonna show me your cooking skills during my shift?”
“Show you?” he snickered while cracking his finger joints. “Aniyo. You can watch from the bar if you want, but I want to treat everyone here to some anju, if y’all want some.”
She opened the staff-only door for him. “Really now? You’re up for that challenge?”
Junghoon could see the kitchen from afar. Clean but unoccupied, and it bothered him, weirdly enough. Ever since he sat and drank on the same stool in the past hour, he had been itching to do something productive, especially if it could benefit someone besides himself. He looked back at Nakyoung and nodded. “Consider it a one-night exclusive.”
“Can’t wait…” she played four of her fingers on the wooden exterior of a counter. “Get in the kitchen... I’ll help out as much as I can. Buy you some ingredients that we’re out of.”
She extended her hand, prompting him to walk inside. “Appreciate it…” He told her while looking around the stove. This was still a functioning kitchen. “I’ll pay later–”
“Nonsense... This isn’t why I agreed, Junghoon. Just text me a list of what you need and I’ll head to the market down the street.” Nakyoung stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles before opening the door, leaving it open for a moment as patrons could hear and witness her announcement loud and clear. “Hey, yeorobun… Yeorobun! Just for tonight, my friend here in the kitchen is gonna be cooking a couple of dishes straight from our afternoon menu, so don’t be too shy to ask for some, all right? It’ll be on the house! Additional servings will have to be paid, though, but the first servings are free.”
Most of the patrons raised their bottles and glasses in the air with rejoice, with some gradually filling up the stools while they watched him from the open door. Nakyoung threw an extra apron for Junghoon to wear while he scanned the small kitchen for the necessary tools and equipment, as well as stock of ingredients in the fridge and pantry. Ones unavailable were bought by his sunbae straight from the nearest wet market while they juggled handing out more drinks to customers, with some asking for more servings.
A couple more new entries from either the same market or elsewhere would join the bar, buying a glass or bottle of drinks just so they could have something to nibble on the side. Throughout the rest of an hour, Junghoon left everyone else in awe and excitement with his rendition of familiar, scrumptious anju that didn’t take long prep and cooking times. From mung bean and scallion pancakes to stir-fried pork belly and blood sausage, both the cook and bartender were able to serve and satisfy the dozen patrons to high praise. Despite working non-stop, Nakyoung herself was also indulging in small nibbles, while Junghoon would shake his head in amusement while carefully holding the sizzling pan with his gloved hand.
“Your boyfriend here knows how to make some classics…” A patron in a construction worker’s vest and sleeves raised his shot glass with commendation alongside his three coworkers. “It’s much tastier than the last pocha we went to. Wah, this is good stuff.”
She expected such a term from a customer, but it still made her giggle. “He’s just an old friend, ahjussi… But he definitely appreciates your praise.”
“A keeper one, that is!” the female coworker beside the man heckled, making him grunt in agreement.
“Yeah!” A man in a coat chimed in from the stool. “Don’t let anyone else get near him.”
“The guy’s already a tough fighter.”
“I’m sure he can be a fine lover too!”
“Guys!” Nakyoung laughed along with the growing conversation, but she still failed to contain everyone’s intriguing gossip from reaching Junghoon’s ears. Not even the oil could deafen it. “It’s great that y’all are constantly praising my friend, but you might make him uncomfortable if he hears you gossiping about him.”
“Back in my day, most of us women just made our move and married off ourselves to soldiers like him, that is if they didn’t make the move first.” An elderly woman added, making Junghoon let out a chuckle from the kitchen the second Nakyoung entered to serve the latest batch of sausage on a platter. “Don’t take them too seriously,” she told him while passing by, but he didn’t know she’s also telling it to herself subconsciously. Meanwhile, Junghoon himself stole a few glances at Nakyoung’s bartending expertise.
“That’s too crass, ahjumma…” Another man in a suit, in his early thirties, countered the old woman, despite essentially sharing the same sentiment. “These youngins gotta take things slow. Know each other better!”
“Hmm…” The elder one shrugged it off and kept her gaze focused on the young woman. “I was just saying, dear. You wouldn’t want to lose someone like him in your life.”
“Well, I do think he’s not going anywhere, and that’s because he’s a great friend.”
“Whatever you say. I just hope you don’t regret it if you lose him to someone else.”
Considering the bar was of the traditional type, the place had to close down not long after midnight. That doesn’t mean they were completely off the building by the time. After Junghoon paid his tab, everyone else had left except for him and Nakyoung. They shared their final drinks of the night after washing the kitchen equipment. However, most of the side dishes he cooked for the customers had no leftovers after they left with full stomachs, and Nakyoung was no different. Her appetite had astonished Junghoon. The woman was now reclining on her chair, like a cat stretching and, strangely, purring after consuming most of the leftovers. Her midnight munching was further amplified with a couple glasses of somaek with him, something that Junghoon finally took the opportunity of pouring her glass to fulfill as her hoobae.
“Daebak… I still can’t believe how good you eat. Like that’s one and a half serving.”
“Hmph,” she pouted. “You got a problem with people liking your food?”
“It’s not that… I’m just saying you’re just not much of a picky eater, which is admirable, but I’m also wondering if you had dinner earlier today.”
“Oh, I ate a whole bibimbap bowl outside before my shift… No need to worry about it. I’m still on a diet these days.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” That’s just how she ate. Unashamed and passionate like it was a form of art. At least, that’s how he described it from his eyes and tipsy mind. The woman simply eats well as she drinks, and it was another feat that made him admire her.
“Compared to you cooking up multiple units at your camp, it must be a relief that you only cooked for less than a dozen customers tonight. Still, you didn’t have to feed our customers tonight… There are still food stalls and pochas right outside for a reason.”
“I know, but I also don’t mind.” He shrugged off her concern. “I’m just glad I was able to feed some empty stomachs. Call me a suck-up if you want, I just gave everyone free food just tonight… Well, except for the ones who paid, but most of them got a meal for free.”
“I think it’s very thoughtful,” she cooed, lightly patting her knuckle on his shoulder. “And it’ll probably level up everyone’s expectations once they come back tomorrow.”
“Nothing wrong with cooking something simple, so don’t be too pressured about it.”
“Hmm… I’m not pressured about it myself,” she admitted, emanating content and appreciation by his presence and efforts to help out tonight, even if it’s going to be a one-time thing. “But my cousins probably will be once they find out during their shift.”
“They’ll be fine,” he reassured her, crossing his arms. “Stir-fried food isn’t meant to be too hard… You got all the basic stuff here, so that should be a start. You can boil some pork for bossam or cook up a basic jjigae for another upgrade.”
Her lips made a “Pfft…” But she was impressed by his skills. “Easy for you to say, Chef.”
Junghoon fixed his hair, even though it was still faded, to make himself look confident. “I can teach you sometimes.”
She examined his facial features. “Is that what makes you a winner in women’s eyes?”
The shift in her discussion made him bobble his head sideways, but he tried his best to go along since it was a fascinating subject. “In what way?” Her eyes locked into his lips. She didn’t drink as much after her shift, but she’s still lost her own thoughts about him.
“You show folks your skills. You fight, you cook, and you respect and try to understand someone… Like, how can anyone not stick to you?” she whined like she was hyping him up and spewing her disappointment at him at the same time. “Are you that dense, Geum Junghoon? Or is everyone else?”
Her bluntness was making him shiver throughout his spine, but he kept his shoulders straight while her fingers trailed on his arms. “Maybe I am that dense. I’m not the best at noticing those certain things, but I appreciate it when someone brings them up.” He had one past relationship and another encounter, but those were it. “I may know some stuff, in general… But I think I still need to learn a few more things about women.”
The woman realized Junghoon was neither a bad boy nor was he a pushover, like he was another type of guy that she rarely encountered. Following her own impulse, Nakyoung leaned closer, crashing her lips into Junghoon’s. His eyes widened for two seconds, but her lips, her scent and touch were tantalizing, he closed them to indulge in the pleasure he was getting from this moment, sharing it with her. Her lips and saliva tasted better than the better she served him hours earlier, even though he was also tasting it now.
“Maybe it’s my turn to teach you a few things tonight,” she mumbled boldly to him.
Aside from her new look, Nakyoung’s naughtiness paralyzed Junghoon at this moment, despite his body already reciprocating her lustful yearning for him through the burning sensation within him. “Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his index finger under her chin and his thumb under her lower lip, tempted to go for another despite his logical doubts.
She caressed his cheek, warming him up more, but she knew she had limits. They might have shown their actions, but their words have yet to seal the deal. “Mmm-hmm… I am. If you are, too.”
Closing his eyes at the same second, Junghoon solidified his reciprocation by kissing her the second time with abandon. Within seconds, his tongue dilly-dallied on her lips, until she opened for his entry. While their lips were smacking and tongues were dancing with graceful rhythm, Nakyoung was the first one to submit to their libidinal inquisitiveness by sliding her hand on his chest down to his abdomen, following her hunch for his six pack, as she discovered it. Sensing Junghoon’s shivers through the vibrations of their lips, Nakyoung broke their kiss and giggled while catching her breath. “Mianhae,” she muttered. If the exchange of their saliva wasn’t enough, their breaths were also fuel for their lust for each other the longer their foreheads rested on each other in this armistice.
He began to pepper kisses on the woman’s neck, inciting a yelp from her. “Don’t be…” She muffled her moans, prolonging and deepening them in the process, while still fully cognizant of where they were. Even if they’re inside the staff-only room. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, making her move her fingers on his abdomen once again. Junghoon started leaving hickeys through the sounds of his lips, making Nakyoung bite her lip at the same second she began inspecting and trailing her hands on his stomach like it was a precious jewelry that she was willing to own for herself until she leaned her lips on his once more.
“I guess there is one thing I have yet to eat tonight,” she purred, gripping onto his bulge, already rock hard for her touch. Even until this point, her wit would’ve made him laugh, but he could only groan at how she was able to take control of his body with her smooth movement. He didn’t doubt her being an expert, hence he let her kneel down in front of him, while she unzipped his pants. “Seolma… I never expected it to be this big…” For a simple test, Nakyoung gave his junior a few kisses, starting down his testicles up to his tip, slowly hearing the reaction she had hoped from him: giggles in-between groans as he arched his neck backwards and back leaning on the chair like a king being pleasured.
Finding his ‘pleasure receptors’ to be perfectly “functioning,” she shook her head with a snicker and licked her lips sideways, cracking her neck joints and maintaining her focus on the tip of his hard standing manhood. She let out a purr and made sure that he could face her the second she gave him a wink, playfully telling him, “Jal meokgesseumnida.”
An enlivened Junghoon heaved with laughter, but his amusement was cut short right as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The man held in his anticipation while she took him in, slowly and surely. Feeling his tip reach her throat within seven seconds, Nakyoung started to bob her head on his manhood, moving up and down while her fingers massaged his balls at the same time, slowly being lubricated by the saliva drooling out of her mouth. “That’s really, ugh, good, Naky… Fuck, augh—” The moans leaving Junghoon’s made him clench his teeth, only to loosen up as seconds pass the more surges of pleasure spread throughout his nether regions,going up to his spine. This was merely a blowjob, and yet Nakyoung’s prowess was already making him lightheaded in the best feeling imaginable. Maybe it’s simply the fact that he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch for a long time or that the alcohol was slowly taking its effect, but this paralysis of pleasure was reaching its peak within several minutes of their slurping and moaning, making him feel like his shaft was being sucked on by a hot and wet vacuum cleaner.
The same build up in his body was slowly accumulating from his balls up to his member. Junghoon couldn’t help but hold his right palm on her head, with his left arm anchoring and wrapping on the chair’s head as his legs were stretching between Nakyoung, his toes wrangling inside his shoes while delaying his climax with all willpower, only for a quick perception to remind him not to fight against his primal feelings, and more importantly, against the exemplary service she was providing him now. If he wanted this tonight to become more, for him to pleasure her, he had to give in to the power of her masterful mouth. And so, Junghoon felt his climax reaching its finish line, he gave three thrusts that made Nakyoung moan in surprise and intrigue. She was about to receive his warm and thick seed, and her impatience only accelerated her bobbing until his fingers began to claw into her hair as Junghoon’s final thrusts finally triggered an eruption inside her piehole, going straight into Nakyoung’s tongue and flooding down her throat. This was one trigger he had yet to have full discipline over.
Despite having done the least movement between them, Junghoon was also almost out of breath, but gratified by her valiant effort nonetheless, especially when she swallowed his seed with a long and loud gulp. “Miss Kim, you are wild.” He fixed her hair while she inched closer to his right knee, humming with satisfaction at her final feast of the night.
Resting her head on his thigh while he gently caressed her, Nakyoung kept some of her seductive spirit alive through her voice to tease him. “You don’t know half of it.”
He wanted to lean down and kiss her as a form of reward or simply gratitude, but they heard three knocks on the entrance doors. It was locked, but the loud voice of a woman that followed only made Nakyoung stand up and wipe her mouth with a paper towel on the dining table, making Junghoon follow her pace as he pulled up his undies and pants and kept himself watchful at the entrance as Nakyoung unlocked the staff door to holler out “Jamsimanyo!” with a polite yet compelling tone.
“Aniya.” She noticed him slightly shivering. “It’s just a patrol officer. They often visit at this hour. You stay here for a bit…” She gave his shoulder a light pat. “Relax…”
“Oh…” He gave himself a deep breath and straightened his posture. “Okay, sure.”
“And, umm, I still have to close this place,” she added, informing him with a coy tone. “But… If you don’t mind waiting, my apartment isn’t too far away from here.” Slowly, she pursed her lips, but her smile was already noticeable from his view. He’s not the only one feeling lucky tonight.
Rather than staying still inside the kitchen as told, he began organizing the equipment he used back to their proper storage. “No need to rush… You can talk to the officer. I’ll help clean up the kitchen.” There was nothing to be ashamed of having some little fun.
After apologizing to the patrol officer and letting her inspect the area, she even saluted Junghoon after finding out his status, the pair spent five more minutes closing the bar. As Nakyoung told him, it took the three blocks of playfully chasing and following each other’s path on the pavement before they finally reached Naky’s apartment. While still latching onto his moist lips, Nakyoung allowed Junghoon’s hand to drop his bag on the floor next to the couch, giving him more access to her naughty mouth for another round.
Parting herself from his clutches, Nakyoung gave the signal to undress their own clothes in front of each other with an excited grin, as Junghoon understood they were mentally competing against each other on who gets to strip down and jump on the other first. It was Junghoon who deliberately slowed himself down, stripping to his underwear after Nakyoung had tossed away her shirt and pants on the floor, stunning the man with her curvaceous body, still covered by her black bra and panties when she galloped towards him. Junghoon braced himself as she hurled herself like a projectile, lips first colliding with his. On this cold, winter night, the pair only have each other’s warmth to provide. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist with her arms around his neck, helping him carry her body as their mingling bodies guided them all the way to the open door of her bedroom. She gave him a little push so he could land themselves on her bouncy bed.
Falling on his back on the mattress, Nakyoung did not hold back, keeping her lips locked and tangled with Junghoon, whom she had pinned down. She’s a ferocious big cat, and the man’s her meaty prey. Her hunger began on mainly his lips, now spreading down to his cheek, neck, and clavicle through her licks and kisses, which Junghoon had also been craving to taste from her once the tables had turned, if they even would turn, tonight.
“You know,” he mumbled. “You can’t… be the only one… who has gotten a taste…”
“So,” she exhaled with anticipation, keeping herself composed. “What do you propose?”
Before he could think, this position had already given him the answer. “Sit on my face.”
Astonished by his boldness, Nakyoung took her panties off right top of him, blindly throwing it behind with her gaze focused on him. Junghoon could only hum with arousal while she inched herself closer and closed the gap of her thighs between his head, giving his mouth the perfect angle of aligning with her already wet cunt. She held both hands onto the headboard, slightly bending her upper body forward for a better reach, while Junghoon gripped her legs like rollercoaster restraints. Nevertheless, he still had to begin, once she leaned down and whispered, “Ready when you are.”
Inching his head until his mouth made contact with her vulva, Junghoon began planting a few kisses. Giggles and hisses left the woman’s mouth, realizing she’s reacting just like him when she sucked him off. In her case, however, her folds have begun receiving the slithering movement of his tongue, prompting her to tighten her grip on the headboard while relishing on it moving from down to upwards. Junghoon was now getting his first taste of her nectars. Without completely giving all the weight of her bottom on his chest, Nakyoung slowly rocked herself back and forth, grinding on his moving mouth like she’s also imagining it being on his cock. “Good… boy,” she moaned, unbeknownst to her that her own soft encouragement and movement, complemented by the scent of her cunt and bottom, has once again made Junghoon’s cock rock harder.
And yet, he didn’t want her to turn around, as much as the idea intrigued him. This round was meant all for her, as she had pleased him earlier. While almost restrained, this position didn’t stop him from massaging her buttcheeks with both hands and fingers inches apart from each other, kneading them like dough. Nakyoung bent her back a little further with her moans growing louder, now salivating as two major stimulations were slowly taking over her body the longer she kept grinding on his face at a faster pace.
Junghoon started breathing through his nostrils, taking in her intoxicating scent before widening the gap of his mouth between her folds, giving his tongue a chance to reach up to her clit, amplifying her yelps, increasing the ammunition of her one-word praises and muffled curses the longer pleasure was building up within her, under the sound of his consistent slurps. While her head was facing above, Nakyoung’s eyes started rolling to the back of her head, letting herself wail with delight by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She couldn’t hold herself any longer, feeling the pressure breaking free.
“Baby, fuuuck!” The woman grinded three more times before coming to a full stop and shivering once she released a stimulating cry into the ceiling until her voice gave out in pure libidinal bliss. Her juices finally left her nethers, squirting and spilling down on the man’s face like a broken dam, from his mouth to the bridge of his nose. As her legs still shivered, her ecstatic ascension to paradise only lasted about three to four seconds, but it quickly dwindled down while she caught her breath, resting her forehead close to the headboard. They would have to take things to the next level for it to be much longer.
Nakyoung got herself off his face, her remaining essence dripping on the mattress as she landed next to him, her crotch still leveling with his head. But upon finding Junghoon’s face splattered with her juices, she immediately got up from the bed and reached for a couple sheets of napkin on the desk next to the door, wiping the puddle of fluid off of Junghoon’s face, to his appreciation while they’re both sitting down on the bed.
Nakyoung whispered her compliments to him, questioning his experience right until she eventually spotted his standing cock, still hindered by the fabric of his blue underwear. “You were hard all this time?” she questioned him, her pitch slowly raising. The belated realization made her sigh. “Man, I should’ve faced the other way around.” She gave him a peck on his cheek. A gesture she made from her own subconscious. “Mianhae.”
“Gwenchanayo,” he assured, slowly holding her hands and leaning in to savor her lips, something she also couldn’t get enough of. Their bodies rolled until Junghoon was now on top of Nakyoung, keeping his weight from completely falling on her body with his hands. Their chests hugged tightly, him feeling her breasts. This tempting sensation sparked a sense of intrusive regret in his mind, mirroring Nakyoung’s a few seconds earlier. He probably should have been on the bottom earlier. Still, the woman had her hand holding onto his crotch again as if it was going to fall, but she was simply getting impatient. Junghoon signaled her help in taking off his undies, which she dropped to her right, falling on the carpet next to the bed. “You got condoms?” he quickly asked.
“I got some. Inside the night stand,” she pointed to her right. Junghoon quickly got off their intimate position and inched closer with his knees to open up the drawer, finding one pack of condom packets. “You’ve been this intimate with other men?” he wondered while putting it on. Not judgmental, but rather curious due to his own adrenaline rush.
“Not just men,” she admitted with a smug smirk, something that only made him chuckle and inch closer to her lips, which she hungrily welcomed as she placed her hand on the top of his head, clenching onto his head. During this makeout session, the tip of his cock kept colliding with her still wet vulva, inciting scatters of moans and chuckles from each other’s mouths while their tongues clashed, tasting traces of their own meals and drinks, from the spices-filled savoriness of the stir-fried pork to the bitter and sweet beer & soju.
Even with her eyes closed, Nakyoung took the chance to unlock her bra, although not from the back, a special sight that left Junghoon speechless when he opened his eyes and extended his arms to look at her. “Holy…” he wheezed in disbelief at the size of her breasts. It might not be the largest pair he has seen from any woman, but the chance of being able to touch one of the largest ones was further fueling his curiosity about her.
“Eat up,” she encouraged him, resting her arms on the bed. With a breathy smile, Junghoon dug his face between her breasts with his lust-fueled mouth deploying his tongue to taste the woman's smooth and salty skin. He inched closer to her left nipple, giving her areola soft kiss while his left hand gently grasped onto her right mound. He noticed the mark of what appeared to be small wounds on her nipples. “Does it hurt?” he had to ask, despite his concerns contrasting the hollers of pleasure from her mouth.
“Not… aaugghhh… Not at all. Please keep going,” she kept twitching and groaning at his lips now focusing on her right tit. Moreover, she already saw him taking a slight pause. “I guess, umm, you, uh, noticed them, right? It’s where the piercings were.”
“Yeah…” he chuckled, continuing his massages and peppers of kisses on both breasts while she squirmed. “It would’ve been… pretty cool to see them… To be honest.”
“Stop… it,” she shook her head, having failed to predict his remark, but still enthralled by his faultless performance so far. “Fuck, you’re, uhh, good… Auuggghhh!”
“I’m serious,” he doubled down before leaning his lips to give her left tit a brief suck, making her yelp and chuckle. “It’s cool, but, umm, it must’ve hurt putting them on.”
“A little bit,” she confessed, showing a small gap between her index finger and thumb. “But it’s worth it…” She felt comfortable telling it to him. “I’m a curious girl, you know?”
“I can tell.” They both laughed at his banter, right as the magnets on their lips activated.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she patted his thigh and inches closer to his left ear. “I need you inside me.” That moment shut his eyes, as another wave of shivers went down his spine. He gave her two quick kisses on her lips and chin before his fingers went down her cunt, making her let out stimulated moans that have now become a delightful tune to his ears.
“Wait…” she stopped him, and herself from reacting. “Not there. Not yet.” He surmised she was still “recuperating” from the face-sitting earlier. Even a teasing touch from his three fingers felt sensitive for her. He instantly understood that she needed more time, but her hands would redirect his fingers to another hole. His eyes only widened. Her asshole? “We can do something else, if you want,” she advised him with a soothing tone, sensing the uncertainty on his face. “I just need to give my other hole a little break.”
“It’s just…” He paused for a second, but he realized that by the end of the night, they’re still friends. “I haven’t done this before... But I want to do it, Naky-yah.” There was no point in hiding it. Just because he was hesitant, that did not mean he was against it.
However, she let out a giggle, not of mockery, but appreciation for his honesty. “I’m glad, Junghoon-ah.” She caressed his left cheek. “I’ll guide you from behind… Okay?” Junghoon took a few inches backwards before Nakyoung bent down on her knees and held her hands on the headboard once again, wiggling her butt to entice him further, as if the combination of her butt, legs, and her wide grin wasn’t enough to make him drool.
After taking a deep breath, he inched himself and slowly pushed his cock inside her hole, expecting Nakyoung’s groans to continue in a louder volume while he kept pushing. “Jebal, just keep… goiiiiiiingghh!” she begged at the same time the man was feeling half of his member inside her tunnel as it tightened around him with every breath she took. Nakyoung was already shivering out of both tension and stimulation, but there was no pain throughout what she was feeling.
He knew it wasn’t the first time for her, but that also made him extra cautious, as he and his cock were curious. Little was he aware, not only has Nakyoung’s intrusive side been craving for someone to enter her asshole since the last time she experienced it, but she had also been training herself for a night she never expected would come sooner. With her brief and concise instructions, Junghoon aligned his throbbing, still wet member with Nakyoung’s hole and inched himself closing their distance seconds. The simple feeling of getting poked by his tip made her bite her lower lip to muffle her noises, before encouraging him to keep going inside. Junghoon reached his right hand, which Nakyoung took by instinct, intertwining their fingers.
As he felt the end of his shaft next to her stretched slit, both parties reached a standstill, giving them a moment to brace themselves for the next step. Junghoon slowly flexed his muscles, including his erect cock, and began to thrust his hips inside her clenching hole. Similar to how he would do it inside someone’s vagina, he gradually quickened his pace and rhythm inside this tighter hole. Digging her face on the mattress, Nakyoung slowly clenched all her fingers, both around Junghoon’s and the headboard, going along with the impact of his continual thrusts, allowing her wails of ecstasy to muffle through the bed until her throat tired out. Junghoon grunted through the rhythm of his hips, feeling his rubber-clothed manhood move inside her back and forth, slowly sensing the same stimulating build-up inside him when she was sucking him off within several minutes.
The lingering discomfort he had from the mere idea of anal sex from earlier has now converted into pleasure. She turned her head to the right with her tongue sticking out, undoubtedly inviting Junghoon to stretch his neck and devour her mouth with his own. Their lips and tongues clashed while their nethers kept grinding against each other, and combined with Nakyoung placing Junghoon’s hand under her right breast, their layers of stimulation arose from minutes to seconds. The woman could hear herself squirting down her cunt, prompting her to part her lips from him to catch her breath and let her moans reach her partner’s ear louder and clearer. Such sounds were enough to give him the final thrusts until the accumulation of his semen had swum up and pushed to his tip, finally climaxing inside the condom with one heavy howl on the top of his lungs.
Nakyoung wiggled a few inches away from the headboard and finally lied down on the bed completely. After pulling it as slow as he could, Junghoon adjusted to his left before he landed on the bed. Still, the former didn’t let her hand go off him, yearning to feel his chest respire on top of her back. Much to his surprise, he wasn’t as heavy as he thought. He felt at ease resting next to her, sweat and all. As they both calmed down, Nakyoung slowly turned around to face Junghoon, just so she could retain some familiarity to his lips. She broke their kiss almost thirty seconds later, the man’s forehead resting on hers. “You mind if… we wash ourselves… A little bit first?”
“Of course…” He backed off, inching away from her to sit on the bed. “Take your time.”
“You can head in first, if you want,” she suggested. “You really don’t need to take long.”
Both had the thought of inviting each other inside the shower, but the bed was their own ideal battleground for tonight. They’ve sat and stood long enough at the bar for them not to relish in the comfort and easiness of Nakyoung’s bed, where they could let all loose all night long, as long as their breaths and bodies willed it. As soon as the woman exited the bathroom, she walked straight to her room to find Junghoon waiting for her with a soft smile. No phone in his hand or anything, just curious about her bedroom, although his clothes and bag were in the living room. Somewhat touched by his patience, Nakyoung wrapped her arms around him in an appreciative embrace, closing her eyes while he snuggled on her chest without any words from either of their mouths. But this wasn’t a romantic date. Their touch slowly burned back into a tension, one that pulled their lips back to each other in no time. A moment that made his flaccid cock harder in seconds.
Pulling her into the bed so she could lie on her back, Junghoon broke their kiss and was about to reach into the nightstand, but Nakyoung gently held his wrist. “No need… I’m on the pill,” she clarified. A clueless Junghoon only nodded with a slight snicker. He realized that it seemed like he was already lucky from the beginning. “It’s time, Junghoon-ah…” She gave him a quick tease, spreading her legs and folds apart with her fingers while sticking her tongue out for him to see. “I bet you’re familiar with this one.”
He snortled with closed lips. She wasn’t wasting time. “Let’s see if I still got it.” And neither should he. Now having more familiarity with this kind of situation, Junghoon crawled closer to Nakyoung to close their distance until his tip had met the hole he had been hoping to enter all night from the second they entered this apartment. While he was slow with his approach, his entry through his pussy was far smoother and stickier compared to her asshole. It gave him the lube to keep going, despite his girth needing a thrust to go further.
Nakyoung could only muffle herself with the back of her left hand, unable to repress her moans, as in the field of sex, they were as essential as breathing. A reaction to the stimulating object entering and stretching her insides the longer he took, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him like a boa constrictor. Like earlier, a brief standstill occurred once his tip had reached its limit, and it gave Junghoon the trigger to take a breath and start thrusting inside her with his renewed stamina.
The stronger she bounced and moaned with abandon, Nakyoung raised her voice, yet retained her shameless tone just so she could ask him. “Have I… Been… a good girl?” Although her voice was already alluring to Junghoon’s ears, she placed her palm on his left butt cheeks, giving him a tight yet stimulating squeeze that made him moan loudly.
“Aniya,” he retaliated, deepening his voice with a grunt while accelerating his assertive hips against her. “You’re, unhn, fucking, hnnnngghhh, a bad girl… Kim Nakyoung.” He gave the side of her right hip one quick slap, hoping it would reach her ass cheek as well. The bbubb—baddest!” Missionary might’ve been his default position, but doing it with a feisty and more experienced woman like Nakyoung made his heart race faster than ever. The flexibility in her legs and the endurance of her body gave him some upgrades he never knew was possible.
She looked to the ceiling from feeling an electrifying surge coming from her bottom, giving Junghoon another opportunity to lean down and not just kiss, but lick the sweat off her neck while she processed his playful words and enthusiastic slap. “That’s, ungh, right… I am! Nggghh… So bad.” She was feeling lightheaded as her vigor was running thin. “And you’re so…gooood!” Thankfully for him, Junghoon was catching up to her.
Halfway through their climax, Nakyoung muffled her moans into determined grunts. She was itching to switch things up, so mustered some of her strength and suggested something to Junghoon. He listened with his body, efficiently helping Nakyoung rise without pulling out of her as if they were stuntmen. Their position has been changed, with both people leveling each other while still keeping up with their grinds against each other’s groins. Wrapping her arms around him, Nakyoung’s more balanced and graceful grindings complementing the rawer and forceful thrusts of Junghoon has become this pair’s perfect combination in order to quicken their mutual objective. The joint pace and rhythm of their bodies has reached harmonious synchrony, creating miniature chaos to their surroundings as the bed squeaked louder. Thankfully, it could handle worse.
“You’re actually a good—” As his legs began to tire out, he struggled to complete his final word. “Girl! Mgh!” His tone lightened up the more pressure had gathered in his genitals. This position had also given him the chance to taste her juicy lips, rewarding her for making his night while making sure that his thrusts make her bounce with delight.
“Ne!” Nakyoung cheered, unabashed with her sudden tone of submission towards him. While still bouncing on him, she leaned a little backwards, placed her left hand on her left tit and showed them to Junghoon, and through his primal urges, he sucked on it without hesitation, making Nakyoung dig her chin on his left shoulder while letting herself loose through crazed whimpers and unintelligible high praises. Not long after, the growing intensity of his pounding made her dig her nails down his skin.
Junghoon had only felt a miniscule of pain from her nails, as the dominant pleasure drove him to such as much as he could, until the build-up in his shaft made him stop. “You’re, nnngggh, breath…taking…” he added, rasping more through his movement.
At this point, the continuous thrusting of his cock and bouncing has already reached multiple sensitive spots inside Nakyoung’s cunt, from her opening all the way through her cervix, which his tip kept on bumping. “Soo… Are… Yooaaaaugghhh! Junghoon-ah,” she started begging. “Imma—Fuck me… I’m cloooooose!” Despite her lust fueling her to keep going, her mind knew it was getting too much for her body to handle. With the last ounce of strength in her throat, she pleaded for Junghoon to do it inside. Luckily for her, the man was also close. His thrusts slowed down so he could put his hand on her chin to give her a soft kiss. Nakyoung closed her eyes and invaded his mouth with her tongue, focusing on the sense of comfort he provided her as they reached their final stop.
Three more slow yet firm thrusts from him, and the woman let her juices break free with her orgasm. Junghoon came a split second after her, bursting his cum inside her womb. In this standstill, both partners kept each other tight and warm with their arms around each other. Their heads rested on each other’s, sharing each other’s breath and admiring each other’s beauty in the afterglow of their battle. Nakyoung gave him one more kiss to seal their success for the night. Unbeknownst to Junghoon, that was her way of saying thank you. “Still got it, I guess,” he surmised right as he pulled out of her, leaving the remainder of his seed dripping on the cover.
Still catching her breath with him, Nakyoung exhaled a louder laugh at his realization. They still got a few more juices left in them, but a couple more rounds after that, they could only listen to their bodies’ pleas to settle down and lie still in silence, huddling against each other and dozing off until the night skies would brighten up into dawn.
= = =
It was six o’clock in the morning. He didn’t need to hear it, but the sound of the wake-up calls of their commander still echoed through his brain, as it has in the last four hundred days. He still had a lot more days to go, but today’s silence was such a whiplash for him.
Nakyoung stopped snoring, finding his neck hovering off his pillow. “You’re not at your base, dude,” she mumbled, caressing his chest. “Relax…”
“I figured,” he chuckled with relief, inching himself backwards so he could recline on the headboard. Carefully, he took the rheum off of his eyes with his left hand, wiping it on himself. “I, uh, just haven’t gotten used to it.”
“Yeah, well… Now that your panic’s out of the way, you wanna stay for a bit?”
A sense of hesitation made Junghoon blink a few times, considering if there was something more from their wild and passionate night. “Hmm…”
“You know, this doesn’t have to get complicated, Junghoon-ah…” But she sensed it from his expression. “We just had a lot of fun last night.” It’s not the first time she’s seen that from someone, but Junghoon’s a dear friend. She was not letting that go when they still had something important to treasure beyond the ‘carnal element,’ something they only discovered last night. “And you’re a dear friend to me.”
He rested his head back on the pillow. “Yeah, I couldn’t agree more… It was great.”
“Which one?” She always has a habit of making sure she doesn’t fool herself. And him.
However, he understood her sound explanation quite well. “You as a friend… And the sex.” He wanted to thank her directly, but perhaps this should suffice.
“Mmm-hmm,” she giggled. She wiggled closer to his head, retaining her closed smile. “I know it’s still super early, but do you want to have ramyeon for breakfast?”
His eyebrow raised at her phrasing. “Is that meant to be a euphemism or..?”
“That’s up to you to decide…” Nakyoung straddled him, making him hold onto her hips. Their faces were once again only inches apart. Their noses clashing as their lips waited. “We don’t have all day,” she insinuated, before closing her eyes as they kissed sweetly, indifferent to the morning breath in favor of their remaining lust for each other.
The whole night and throughout this morning, he has almost forgotten he was at his base. Jogging. Marching. Firing. Tackling. Being tackled. Cooking. Washing. Sleeping. Tolerating loud noises. Reading. Contemplating. He had also been doing most of those routines outside his service. With this being one of the exceptions, he took advantage of hanging out with his friends as much as he could, and meeting new ones when he could. The year had only begun.
After washing up and leaving Nakyoung’s place more than an hour after breakfast, Junghoon packed up and took another bus to his neighborhood. On his ride home, he received a couple of texts from the only person who was aware of his punctual arrival.
[Naky-sunbae]: Junghoon-ah!
Hope you got home safely.
Thanks for helping out at the bar. I owe you one.
And you know… After that, ㅎㅎㅎ
Don't hesitate to visit again after your discharge.
Drinks will be on the house!
Till next time, Sergeant! Hwaiting! 𖹭 ≽ - ˕ •マゞ
Junghoon only let out a chortle. He knew that Nakyoung didn’t even owe him or had to owe him anything, but the simple profession of thanks from her warmed his heart. He typed his replies not long before he arrived at the stop.
Walking silently to his old neighborhood, the faces and voices of his familiar neighbors quietly cheered on and welcomed his arrival as he walked past the nearby markets, corner stores, and residences. It was still early in the morning, after all.
“Oppa!” Of course, one face among them was more familial to him as it was familiar, and her voice was the loudest of them all.
“Soomin-ah…” Junghoon’s little cousin waited from the gate of his home for the longest time. Their late grandmother’s and his late parents’ boarding house. Walking to her, he accepted her warm hug. “You’re here early… Imo and sachon aren’t even here yet.”
“Legally, it’s still our boarding house,” she shot back while their embrace broke off. “I can just go here even without my parents, you know?”
“Next year, it won’t be,” he reminded her. “That’s why your parents got you a dorm.”
She pouted, extending her arms wide. “It’s not as cozy as the house. Not as spacious!”
A little overreaction, but he knew he couldn’t relate. “You slept here for like, one night.”
“Twelve nights,” she corrected, including the times she slept over after her first visit. When he was at the military camp. “I’ll probably treat it as a guest house, you know?”
“Do what you want,” Junghoon chortled as they walked through the house gate. “Anyways, how’s college so far?”
From that moment, it wasn’t easy for the young man to stop spilling her words to him. Nevertheless, there wasn’t an ounce of irritation or annoyance in his emotions. Not in this mood, anyways. He couldn’t be any happier to be back, even for a short while.
In the following days, momentous news was announced to their unit. They were going to be transferred back to Seoul State University, finally authorized by their institution and their camp’s highest commanders for their students to complete the remainder of their service on campus for the next six months, or less depending on how long they finish. Junghoon had already finished by then, graduating college by June.
After that morning, Junghoon and Nakyoung saw and went out with different people during their phases of exploration. And yet, their friendship persevered and solidified over time. It was a friendship that might come off as scandalous to most who became aware, but it was productive and pragmatic. Free of strings, at least when they were free of any committed and romantic relationships. It was something that both of them could benefit from one another, behind the sheets, or anywhere else they met. When times got tougher, it would only take them a text or call away from loosening themselves up.
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There's no doubt that I may have gotten inaccuracies with the whole mandatory service system thing. I did my best to research it along with some creative liberties, since you know, it's still fiction (au).
If you may find a lot of stuff here familiar, I'll clarify that this takes place after Our Story, Like a Romance Novel Ch. 6 and before the events of A Cold Summer Fling, except for the short epilogue. Like the latter story, I intended this to be readable and understood as a standalone one-shot, but they're still connected because same universe and all that shenanigans.
I really don't have much to add here. I'll probably just try my best writing a one-shot that isn't gonna reach this word count, (this was originally meant to be 6-7k) because fuck, I need to discipline myself more often lmao. anyways, I hope y'all stream and enjoy tripleS msnz and also ILLIT's comeback for that matter. as always, thank you for the read and attention. take care, stay healthy, and until next time!
