“I go crazy, 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is: Are you mine?” - R U Mine? (Arctic Monkeys)
The clock just hit midnight where I live, so it's officially November 1st now, which means… our favorite emo boy’s birthday. I can't believe that I almost guessed his birthday correctly way before Fantasia announced it. I told a friend that I think his birthday was on October 31st, the same day as the Halloween party. Important detail: I said that back in May 2024. Yes, I remember this perfectly. Yes, I also laughed out loud like a fucking maniac when Fantasia dropped his official birthday.
As I promised, here’s some HCs for my babygirl Sol (I WANT TO AGGRESSIVELY BITE HIM LIKE A RABID DOG) anyways, hope y’all enjoy <3
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Obsession: Sol doesn’t know the difference between being in love and being obsessed. For him, there’s no way to love without infatuation and he’s willing to do ANYTHING to make you his. No matter who has to hurt, he is going to claim you as his one and only soulmate.
Affection: Sol isn’t into PDA, as he wants all of your reactions to his touches and flirtings to himself alone. So he wouldn’t show much affection in public. In private, however, he becomes extremely clingy, not leaving your side 24/7. If you try to leave his arms, he’ll probably start to pout and pull you back to him, where you belong.
Unhealthy habits: He has a lot of unhealthy habits tbh. He repeatedly bites his nails, has an irregular sleep schedule, and often skips his meals.
Domestic: Canonically a househusband lol. Although, I feel he’s better at cooking than baking, simply because he does not have the habit of baking (does not have a sweet tooth lol).
Alcohol tolerance: HE’S LIGHTWEIGHT Y'ALL. Sol does NAWT handle drinking well, LMAO only a few sips are enough to make him wasted. Sol is the “sleepy drunk” and the “silly drunk”: He becomes giggly and low-key clumsy during these moments, acting playful and even flirting with the MC, before he eventually blackouts. Unfortunately, Sol has an excellent memory, so he remembers every embarrassing thing he said and did while intoxicated. Damn, photographic memory can be a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Family: I don’t think Sol is ever familiar with the concept of a healthy familial relationship. Like, I’m 99% convinced he grew up in a dysfunctional home, so he might be a little awkward when it comes to starting a family with you. He’s not fond of kids (mostly because little ones tend to be afraid of him), but if his soulmate wants children, he would allow one. Although I think he would feel closer to the kid if they looked more like his beloved.
Relationship: It’s canon that he gets no bitches lol. He’s saving himself for the right person.
Jealousy: Oooh boy, where do I start? Well, he’s a yandere. Being jealous is already part of his default settings, LMAO. Either it's a situation where someone is hitting on the MC or if it's the MC telling him about their previous relationships, that’s got him internally tearing his hair out in jealousy. If you both are in a relationship, he wouldn’t even try to hide it.
Dates: He is not into touching grass lol So most of the dates he prepares for you would be at home. Either it would be a very well-prepared dinner or a movie night.
Vanity: He does not have a skincare routine. HOWEVER I like to imagine that he tried to use some makeup to hide his eyebags, before he officially gave up.
Patience: Depends. He’s very patient when it comes to you, so he probably wouldn’t snap at you UNLESS you try to leave him. With other people, however, he’s merciless. Will punch the face of anyone who isn’t his soulmate without thinking twice.
Music: Besides Tame Impala and Arctic Monkeys, I also feel he’s into Radiohead and Nirvana.
Morning: Not a morning bird, neither a night owl, but a secret third thing (a permanently tired pigeon).
Xtra: Sol has a comically large amount of band t-shirts that he only wears at home. Plus, his backpack is full of buttons.
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- Even though he has no experience, Sol is a fast learner. So with a bit of research and guidance, he will make you feel good.
- Likes to bite you. A lot. And depending on how jealous he feels, he’d do this in places that’s impossible to hide.
- Sol is a sub, so he likes any position that leaves his soulmate on top.
- Sol likes taking his sweet time with you, so he’s not very fond of quickies (unless his soulmate teases him too much).
- He may or may not want you to tie him down and tease him lol. But do not exaggerate: he WILL tease you back tenfolds.
- Although Sol is a sub most of the time, he can (and will) dom in situations where he’s teased too much… or when he’s jealous.
- Sol 🤝🏻 Lan Zhan: Everyday means Everyday (if know you know).
- If you asked to peg/top him, he would just ask for time and place LMAO
- I don’t think Sol would be very open to using toys (TT) I mean, his dick is right there, why would you want to use them?
- Sol lowkey has a breed kink. No pregnancy. Just breed >:)
- Deffo has nsfw drawings of his soulmate.
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I so sleep deprived rn (TT)
Anyway, thanks for reading until here and happy (late) Halloween
Sol aka Solivan Brugmansia is definitely crazy clearly…Anyways here’s the headcanons
Headcanons 🎃:
Would have Good Hygiene to Impress You
Definitely bought the same shampoo, conditioner, soaps all the lotions and potions that You have (courtesy of him breaking and entering your apartment) in order to smell like You and feel “close” to You
Would NOT want kids with You and even if Sol and You ended up having kids (only because You wanted to have kids) it’s likely Sol would be jealous of the child if they end up stealing most of Your attention/time
Definitely stalked your Socials, and checks your socials atleast every hour
Memorized your social media usernames in order to find you on every platform ex: facebook, instagram, twitter.
Speaking of Facebook, Sol has definitely stalked your Facebook Page in order to find out your birthday and would stalk your family through Facebook in order to learn more about you. That old Facebook post from Christmas 5 years that your aunt or some other relative has up with the caption “Christmas with the family😇”yeah Sol definitely screenshotted that, printed it out and drew a red around your Face…
Has asked Hyugo to secretly take photos of you and send it to him (so he can goon to you LOLZ)
Has a Shrine or room dedicated to You, some stuff in it could include that Pencil you accidentally dropped the other day from your bag or maybe a pair of underwear he stole from your apartment anything that you’ve interacted with or used or even ate yeahhh already in his pocket so he can bring it back to his shrine/room dedicated to you…
Has atleast dyed his hair the wrong shade of green before
Some of the piercings he has were done unprofessionally by himself like his ear lobes and cartilages but the more complicated ones like his nipple piercings were professionally done.
Random but would definitely be one of antishein and antitemu advocates
If you and Sol went on a shopping date he would spoil you and offer to pay for everything in order to make you feel bad and feel like you owe him but also you being happy makes him happy and he loves spending time with you
Just the smell of you would make him go crazy, has deliberately walked behind you in order to take a big sniff out of you (without your knowledge) similar to Hannibal smelling Will in that one clip for any Hannibal Fans
Would be extremely nervous if you ever introduced him to your Dad of course he could just kill your Dad but that would make you upset. Sol would be an absolute mess when the time comes for him to meet your Dad.
The type to be nonchalant around everyone but you very corny but I said it!
Would make you lunch everyday if you asked him too
Would also be the type to do your homework if you asked… assuming Sol gets his own homework done but even if he doesn’t he would still do your homework. That lab report you have due in your Chemistry Class? Just explain the lab to him and it’s done. That book Report your Professor assigned to you? Sol Already read the book so just let him do the report with you, plus it’d be a good excuse to maybe spend some time with you in the library or even your apartment.
Sol definitely acts weak on purpose and let’s himself get beatup like in that scene in the Library with the Bullies because if he showed his true potential those Bullies would have been dead in that library at the very moment they decided to corner him.
On A Darker Note Sol is the emotionally abusive and manipulative type, rather than being physically abusive he would use negative reinforcement in order to get what he wants from you plus he would gaslight you crazy. ONLY HE CAN manipulate his pumpkin
Dreams of you in his sleep and his nightmares include visions of you leaving him or worse you with that Ichabod
Any mentions of Crowe and he physically tenses up, like he’s fighting the urge to gag. Trigger Warning for Crowe, it’s like a slur to him
The library was quiet today, save for the soft rustle of pages from students studying diligently and the occasional creak of the old bookshelves that your university so desperately needed to replace.
You liked it this way, a nice, quiet place far away from everyone, where you could just relax and be alone, and where Solivan’s eyes could follow you without drawing much attention. He was sitting nearby, alone at the end of the big oak table tucked away in one of the library’s four corners.
You had purposefully chosen a spot where he could watch you, presenting yourself out in the open for him. Pretty generous of you, honestly. You could feel it. Sol’s gaze, always lingering on you, his presence a shadow at the edge of your peripheral vision.
Occasionally, you’d glance up on purpose, just to catch a glimpse of his eyes meeting yours before he buried himself back into whatever book he had open, his face flushing that pretty red colour.
It was comforting in a twisted, intoxicating way. You already knew he was infatuated with you. It started off quite tame, to be fair; you hadn’t really noticed him before since he always sat at the back of the class, away from judgmental eyes.
But then the little things started. A shadow following you home, or that burning feeling of being watched.
Then one windy evening, you came back home to your apartment to find your window lock broken, and the place freezing because of it. Naturally, you freaked out. You called Crowe to come assess the damage, check if anything was missing, and to keep you company while you tied a flimsy ribbon around the latch, hoping it would be enough to keep your stalker out.
Unfortunately, Sol needed a lot more than ribbon to deter him.
That same night, he oh so easily undid your makeshift lock and slid right up next to your unconscious sleeping body, stroking your hair and holding your hand as if you were lovers.
Unlucky for him, you were a light sleeper, and the slight brush of his hand woke you. The room was so dark, save for the beams of moonlight streaming through the same window Sol had crept through not too long ago. You could only catch pieces of green and black hair shuffling around as you lay, somewhat petrified, in bed.
Then he spoke.
“My sweet pumpkin… sorry about your lock. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered to you sweetly.
You felt him shift, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before sliding out of your bed, bidding your “sleeping” self goodbye as he slipped back out through your window. By the time you scurried to see his figure outside, he was already gone.
The next day, his actions couldn’t have been more different. You met him face to face in your art class, where you were paired as new partners for the upcoming project.
“My name is Solivan Brugmansia. Sol for short,” he said.
It was the same voice.
At the time, your blood ran cold as you realized the tall, brooding man in front of you was the same one who’d been lying next to you in bed the night before, breaking into your apartment just for a few moments of bliss with you. You.
Were you creeped out? Of course. Scared? Maybe a little. But for some sick reason, you were flattered that he’d taken such a liking to you.
“Sol… like the sun? That’s so cute, considering you’re dressed so… alternatively,” you said, deciding to experiment a little.
You stepped closer, your hand brushing against the thick black-and-green choker he wore. Your fingers moved lower to lift the key necklace around his neck, examining it carefully. Hmm. It didn’t look like a key to your apartment, so that was good.
You looked up at him, offering a sweet smile as you stepped back. You noticed how red he’d gotten and how he murmured under his breath about how pretty you were, clearly under the assumption that you hadn’t heard.
Oh, you were going to have fun with this one.
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Today, you decided to push him further and tease him a little to see how he’d react.
Standing up from your seat, you knew Sol’s eyes would already be on you, watching and studying your every move as you walked over to the English section. To be fair, you actually did need some books for an upcoming research paper but you grabbed one at random in all honesty.
As you scanned the shelves, you found the perfect target: a book just out of reach. You stretched your arm dramatically, fingers brushing the spine but never quite making contact. You let out a dramatic, frustrated sigh, even pouting a little as you looked up at the book, knowing full well Sol was watching.
“Having trouble?” His voice was velvet, smooth and dark, as he appeared from nowhere. His tall figure loomed just behind you, towering over your own, and close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
You turned to him, feigning surprise. “Oh, Sol! I didn’t see you there. Could you help me, please?” You looked up at him with pouty lips and big eyes, clasping your hands together as you played the damsel in distress. And he was eating it up.
His pierced lips curved into a small smile, but his eyes, those intense, bright eyes, burned with something else. “Let me help you.”
He reached over your shorter body, effortlessly pulling the book from its place. His arm brushed yours, and you shivered, allowing the reaction to linger longer than necessary. He noticed. Of course he did.
“Oh, thank you, Sol,” you said softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “God, you’re such a lifesaver for me!”
Something flickered in his gaze. Satisfaction? Possessiveness? Maybe it was a bit of both. “Anything for you,” he murmured.
You took the book from his hands, letting your fingers graze his. A deliberate move, subtle but effective. His breath hitched, barely audible, but you caught it.
“Are you studying by yourself?”
Holding the book he’d just grabbed for you close to your chest, an idea popped into your head.
“Yeah, I was uh… sitting over there.”
Sol’s gaze shifted as he gestured to the big oak table he’d been seated at earlier. Thank god he’d picked a more isolated area to reside in.
“Oh my god, perfect! I’ll come sit with you!”
Before he could get an answer in, you zipped back to your study area to gather your bag and papers, carrying it all over to the empty table, save for Sol’s setup, and dropped it all on top.
“You don’t have to stay with me, you know,” he said, glancing at you as he slipped back onto his chair. “I’m fine on my own.”
“I like being with you, though,” you replied, your voice now more quiet since, well, you were in the library. “With you.”
He blinked, his cheeks flushing as he tried to focus back on his book, but you weren’t about to make it that easy for him. You slipped into the chair beside him, leaning slightly over the table as you pretended to skim through the pages of the book he’d grabbed for you.
“Hey, Sol,” you said, your tone sweet but laced with mischief. “Do you think Edgar Allan Poe was really that depressing, or do you think he was just dramatic?”
He looked at you, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. “Poe… was a complicated man,” he began. “His life was filled with tragedy, but I think he used his writing as a way to… cope.”
“Hmm,” you mused, tilting your head as if deep in thought. “I don’t know, some of his stuff just seems so… intense. Maybe I’m just not smart enough to get it?” You leaned in closer, your shoulder brushing against his as you gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look.
“That’s not true,” he said quickly, his voice firm. “You’re incredibly intelligent.”
“Aww, you really think so?” you cooed, leaning even closer until your face was mere inches from his. His breath hitched, and you swore you saw his grip tighten on the edge of the table.
Before he could respond, you shifted, swinging a leg over to settle yourself on his lap. His entire body went rigid beneath you, and his face turned a deep, furious red.
“What are you doing?” he stammered, his hands hovering awkwardly near your hips, unsure of where to place them.
“Getting comfortable,” you said simply, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in close, your lips nearly brushing his ear. “Is that okay?”
He swallowed hard, his hands finally resting on your waist as if he couldn’t help himself. “Y-yeah, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
You could feel the tension in his body, the way his breaths came out more quickly, staggered, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. The hard press of his cock hidden beneath the layers of clothing between you only confirmed it, and you smiled to yourself, savouring the bit of power you held over him.
You hummed, pretending to be clueless about his… growing problem as you skimmed your books, jotting down notes here and there, while Sol struggled to even get through one paragraph of the book he was reading, your body on top of his becoming too much of a distraction.
The girl of his dreams, the one he snuck out to see every night, the one he studied so closely and had fantasies about, was, right now, in this very moment, sitting on his lap. Her plush ass perfectly slotted against his body. And it was driving him insane.
“Sol?” you asked suddenly, your voice cutting through his haze. “You haven’t turned the page in a while. Is it boring?”
His eyes darted to yours, wide and panicked, as if you’d caught him doing something forbidden. “N-no, it’s fine,” he stammered, his hands flexing against your waist. “Just… distracted.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Distracted? By what?” You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Is something on your mind? You can talk to me, you know…”
His breath hitched again, and he clutched you tighter as if grounding himself. “No,” he whispered, voice low and strained. “I-I’m okay.”
You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, savoring the way he froze beneath you. “If you’re so sure,” you murmured, your voice laced with a little bit of concern. “Because if you need to talk I’m always here for you sweetness.”
Yeah that did it.
Sol’s pants felt so tight as the curve of your ass shifted on and off his hard, clothed cock, and he bit his lip to try and stifle any noises as you moved around. His hands gripped your waist as he spoke into your ear, low and raspy.
Sol’s hands trembled as they clutched your waist, his knuckles whitening with restraint. “Please… sit still,” he begged, his voice strained and heavy with need.
You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased, shifting just slightly, enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. “You seem a little tense, Sol. Are you sure you’re okay?”
His eyes darted to yours, wide and desperate. “I-I need… I should go.”
Before you could respond, he gently lifted you off his lap and bolted from the table, his long strides carrying him toward the exit of the library and to the left, down the hall to where the bathrooms were tucked away.
You watched him disappear through the library exit, a slow grin spreading across your face. How adorable. He thought he could hide from you.
Leaving your things behind, you followed. The hallway leading to the bathrooms was dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above, reminding you for a moment of how shitty this university could be.
You pushed the door open silently, locking it behind you with ease and stepped inside, finding Sol leaning over the sink, his head bowed, gripping the edges so tightly his knuckles were pale. He was panting, looking as if he might pass out from just being teased by you, his hard-on visible to you as it strained against his pants.
“Running away from me, Sol?” you asked, your voice lilting as you closed the distance between you.
He froze, lifting his head up instantly, his reflection in the mirror staring back at you, panic swirling in his bright eyes. “W-What are you doing here?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he turned around to face you.
You stopped just behind him, close enough that your breath brushed along the nape of his neck. “You ran off so suddenly… I got worried,” you murmured, your fingers trailing lightly along the edge of his sleeve, brushing his fingers with yours. “What’s wrong, Sol? Did I do something wrong?”
“N-no,” he choked out, refusing to meet your gaze. His hands flexed against the sink, and you noticed the way his shoulders tensed, his whole body tense with barely-contained frustration.
“You’re lying to me,” you whispered, stepping closer, your chest now pressed flush against his. You slid your hands up his arms slowly, feeling him shiver beneath your touch. “You’re so worked up, Sol… what were you planning to do while you're here?”
“I—I wasn’t going to–” he stuttered, but the words died on his lips as your hands moved to his waist, your fingers brushing along the waistband of his pants.
“Shh,” you cooed, standing on the tips of your toes and brushing some of his hair out of the way to press a gentle kiss to his neck. “No need to lie to me sweetness. I already know.”
His breath hitched audibly, and his hands clenched the sink harder as he fought to maintain control. “You can’t just… do this to me,” he rasped, his voice breaking with desperation.
“Do what?” you asked innocently, your lips trailing to his ear. “Help you? Because it seems to me like you need it, Sol.”
You let your fingers dip lower, teasing the button of his pants as you whispered, “So tell me… do you want my help?”
His resolve crumbled in an instant. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whimper. “Please.”
Sol’s hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly, his knuckles were turning white with restraint, but his body was betraying him. He was trembling with need, his chest heaving, every breath shallow and hitched. You could feel his thighs tremble as your hands deftly moved to unzip his pants, undoing some buttons along the way.
You took your time, savoring the moment with this gorgeous man crumbling under your touch and gaze. Slowly, you pressed your body flush against his, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. You could feel the stiffness of his arousal, throbbing against the confines of his boxers, and it made your own… area pulsate in response.
“Sol…” you whispered against his ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So desperate for me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands still resting against the sink, his body shaking as if he couldn’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.
“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “I need you… now.”
You smiled, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You knew exactly what he wanted, what his body was begging for. You slid your fingers down the waistband of his boxers, barely grazing his skin, and Sol’s breath hitched, his hips jerking forward in anticipation.
“Patience, Sol,” you teased, your fingers circling his cock gently, slowly, barely touching but just enough contact to make him shudder. “You’ve been so good for me so far, haven’t you?”
His hands flexed against the sink again, and he let out a low, guttural moan. “I need you,” he whispered again, more urgently now, his voice raw with desperation.
You didn’t make him wait any longer.
With a swift motion, you freed him from the remains of his clothing, your hands finally wrapping around his cock completely. Sol’s body jerked at the contact, his head falling forward onto your shoulder as a sharp gasp left his lips. He was so sensitive, so responsive, and it made your heart race.
“You’re mine now,” you murmured, your voice low and commanding. You began to move your hand slowly, torturously, teasing him just enough to make him squirm, but never enough to let him find release.
Sol’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need, his hands gripping the counter as if it was the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart. “Fuck…” he muttered. “Please… I can’t take it.”
“You can take it, Sol,” you whispered, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve made it this far, haven’t you? You’re going to finish when I tell you to. Understand?”
He nodded his head, never disagreeing with your demands, his eyes were glazed with lust for you, his body twitching with every slow stroke from your hands. “Yes… Yes, I understand.”
Sol whined softly to himself, as you jerked your hand up and down. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard, only for you to sweetly tell him to open them back up, of course he obeyed, watching your slow, deliberate movements. The way you were hovering over him right now, your eyes boring into his, as your hands were wrapped around his cock, applying more pressure.
“You’re being so good for me Sol…” you purred, slowly sinking towards the ground, not caring about being in a bathroom, or even caring that you were doing this at your university. You looked up at him sweetly, asking him politely to hold your hair back, and he did it right away, after all how could he refuse?
He gently pulled all your hair back, somewhat neatly wrapping it around his hand, careful to not pull too tightly. He felt your warm hand gently stroke his cock, your lips just inches away, so so close.
Then you started to tease him. Licking up the underside of his length, gently pressing kisses from the base to the tip, your tongue teasing him as he whimpered and started to shake underneath you, completely submitting himself to you.
He could feel your hot breath as you hummed and toyed around with him. You slowly started to take his whole length into your mouth, inch by inch until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. He was in heaven.
Sol gasped at the sensation, his hand tugging at your hair as he watched you bob your head up and down, your hot, wet mouth, and shivered at the way his cock hit the back of your throat.
“P-Please… hah… pumpkin…” Sol called out for you. His legs shook gently as his climax slowly built up, soft moans and whimpers escaping his lips as he bit down on one hand to muffle his noises, your tempo never letting up as you continued to suck on him.
“Can I cum? Please… let me cum for you pumpkin.” He was begging quietly in the bathroom, watching you suck and hearing you make a muffled ‘mhm’ noise with your pretty plump lips wrapped around him, granting him permission without words.
Within seconds, his hands flew to the back of your head, pushing you down as he came into your mouth, moaning softly as he did, and you graciously let him, taking it all as you felt his fingers dig into your scalp. After a few moments he took a deep breath, releasing his grip on you, and falling back against the cool countertop of the bathroom sink.
You looked up at him sweetly, sticking your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all.
Freak.
Slowly, you started to stand up with a satisfied smile, your eyes meeting Sol’s pretty red-orange ones. He was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling, his skin flushed with heat.
You took a step back, eyes never leaving his, and fixed your own clothes with a bit of deliberate slowness, just to tease him. You tucked your shirt back into your uniform skirt, your fingers trailing over the fabric that dipped between your breasts, noticing that Sol’s gaze followed your every movement, still dazed, and still processing everything that had just happened in the bathroom.
Once you were finished, you stepped closer to him, your body just inches away from his. You tilted your head slightly, studying him with that playful glint in your eyes.
“Guess we’re even now, huh?” you whispered, your lips curling into a sly grin.
Sol’s eyes flickered to yours, his confusion evident even with that lingering haze of pleasure clouding his mind. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I know you’ve been sneaking into my apartment at night, Sol… I can hear you when you’re outside my window, and well… playing with yourself in my bed.”
You pulled back, eyes locking with his as you saw the way his pupils dilated, the sudden panic flashing in his gaze. “I’ll make it easier for you though and leave the window unlocked for you tonight, darling,” you purred, your voice dripping with both sweetness and mischief.
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you straightened up, straightening your clothes one last time, watching as Sol stood frozen, his expression a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” you teased, giving him a quick kiss, before turning away and walking towards the door.
You pulled it open, leaving him standing in the bathroom alone to process what had just happened, as you stepped out into the hallway. The last thing you heard before the door clicked shut was his soft mutter, “Damn… she knows?”
You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you walked away, knowing exactly what would happen that night. He was yours from now on.
minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab
synopsis : sol was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were his soulmate. he’d make sure no one else would touch you. he is the only one who can satisfy you. don’t you know that?
warnings : yandere, masturbation, obsessive behavior, stalking, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, predatory behavior, smut, long word count, drugging, grinding, penetration, very rough sex, whiny submissive Sol at one point, and dominant Sol at another point.
author’s note : if you just want to read smut skip to sections with the 🍋 icon
long word count (11.7k+ words) i mean this might as well be split into different chapters but i don’t want to do that, also i decided to change him referring to you as pumpkin to something else sorry. gave him a tongue piercing because it sounded fun >:3 also i hate tumblr formatting so read on ao3 if you want . (gloomy_kitty)
also not 100% lore accurate
thanksss to my friend who proofread this for me!!
Sol was obsessed with you and had been since you first arrived at the school. The moment his scarlet eyes landed on you something strange was awakened within him. It felt like love at first sight—no it was love at first sight. Did you remember your first encounter? No, it was so long ago you probably hadn’t. He did though, he remembered how he felt so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and his breath hitched making it difficult to breath the moment he had seen you. That cute library assistant that worked on campus. He remembered how he had walked up to you at the counter, asking for a book for class. How you went out of your way to help him find it, not complaining a single time.
“You absolutely need this book for your class right?” You asked him, sighing in defeat after nearly an hour of searching the library.
“Yes, but if you can’t find it don’t w-“ Sol began, a bit irritated that this was required for his passing grade. But he’d just ordered it online and prayed it arrived on time before finals.
“No. I know we have it. Don’t worry I’ll find it. Just give me another day. Here write down your info and I’ll give you a call once I do.” You said determinedly, sliding a sticky note and pen towards him. “O..okay.” He mumbled and wrote down his information. He fully expected you to not ever find the book or just forget to call him to let him know of your findings. But the very next morning he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” He answered.
“Hi this ______ from the school’s library. I found the book you were looking for. It’s reserved at the front desk. If I’m not here just let whoever is at the counter know your name.” You said, he could tell that you were quite happy.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock, you really found it. He responded back with a simple thanks and during a free period he went to the library. There he saw you shelving away books, a content expression on your face. Awkwardly he walked up to you clearing his throat, when he realized you had an earbud in. You jumped in surprise, dropping the book you were holding. Then, at the same time you and Sol reached down to grab the book. Your hand on top of his for a brief second before you pulled away. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him. “Whoops! Oh hey you’re the guy from yesterday!” You laughed quietly as he handed you back the book. With that you checked him out reminding him that late fees would occur if he didn’t bring it back on time. You explained how you stayed over an hour after your shift to find what he was needing, then it turned out it was in the completely wrong genre! A historical book tucked away with comics, how egregious!
When Sol asked why you did that you shrugged, simply saying, “I don't want anyone to fail their first semester because I was too lazy to find a book for them. It’s my job after all.” You flashed him a smile. As you handed it over your fingers brushed over him for another brief moment. That same electric feeling coursed through his body. It was that moment something had awakened inside Sol. He was obsessed now.
That memory played in his head for over a year, he had found out your first name. One day when sitting in the library “studying” he overheard you telling a blonde girl about how excited you were for your art class in the fall then you explained what period it would be. Since there was only one introduction to art class that fall semester for the period before lunch, he was going to enroll in art class regardless so might as well make sure he was in yours. Everything had been planned out. Sol didn’t leave any detail forgotten.
He got to class early, sitting in the back of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the chair next to him and anyone he tried to sit next to he glared at, causing them to scurry away. Now he just needed to wait for you to arrive, you’d have to take the only available seat open next to him in a full class.
Like he planned There were no more seats left in class, you had arrived a bit late, only barely beating the bell. He watched as your eyes darted around the classroom looking for somewhere to sit, then a relief look washed over your cute face when you spotted the open seat next to him. Quickly you made your way over pulling out the chair, “Is this taken?” You asked him, already beginning to slip off your backpack.
“N..no.” Sol replied avoiding your gaze, he was focused on his sketchbook, his pencil tapping against the book as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh thank god.” You sighed in relief, finally taking your seat. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out all the essentials you’d need for art class. It worked. His plan went perfectly!
Sol found it difficult to concentrate on the professor’s words as he discussed basic art fundamentals, he just kept glancing over at you. Your perfume smelled so intoxicating, it drove him wild. The way you studiously jotted down notes was so adorable. Then class ended much to the man’s horror, he hadn’t written down a single thing but most importantly you gathered your things to leave without saying a word to him. He lingered in the classroom a bit, slowly shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack.
A couple days passed before he could see you again, and the whole time he found it difficult to think about anything else other than you. Sol was a bit angry at himself for not even speaking to you, that was his chance to reintroduce himself. He would talk to you next time, he promised himself.
The next class came and you were once again in the same predicament as last time. Arrived to class right before the bell went off and the only seat opened was next to the same guy as before. Not that you minded, he seemed nice enough. “Hey.” You greeted him quietly as you sat down before taking a seat. “Hi.” He returned your greeting quietly. He once again didn’t speak to you and that cycle went on for some time, before finally he had an excuse for the two of you to speak. He wasn’t sure why he kept shying away from you. Shit, he could barely even concentrate in class.
Then the next class came. “Everyone, please pair up with the person beside you, I want you and your partner to discuss today’s chapter.” The professor mumbled as he took a seat back down at his desk, immediately kicking his feet onto the desk and tapping away on his phone.
Turning around with a sigh you looked at your partner with a smile, “Hi. Thanks for always saving me a seat. I’m ______.” You introduced yourself, then gave the dark haired man an encouraging nod to speak. I know what your name is. He thought. Sol rubbed the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your eyes, his gaze fixated to the side. “Yeah it’s no problem. I’m..Sol.” He introduced himself back, hoping that maybe you remembered him.
“Nice to meet you, Sol.” You chimed in reply, holding your hand out. He looked at your hand, then back at you before he shook your hand back. “Yeah, same.” He said, a small smile making its way to his pierced lips. The moment your hands touched, he felt his heart do a leap, and without meaning to he held onto your hand for a bit longer than usual. Though upon realizing that, he quickly pulled his hand away. Either you didn’t mind or just didn’t notice it, as you immediately turned your attention back to the textbook. So you didn’t remember him, that was okay it’s not like he ever went out of his way to speak to you at the library.
“So, this chapter…” you began as you pushed the textbook to the center of the table so you both could share. Sol didn’t speak too much, he was more interested in what you had to say, he nodded attentively and hummed in acknowledgment when he agreed with something you said. The professor didn’t seem too interested in teaching class, so the reminder was spent just conversing. You giggled as Sol said something as you playfully slapped his arm, “What, no way? You did not!” You quietly exclaimed as Sol told you a story. He nodded, “Yeah I really did. It’s embarrassing but it’s the truth.” He laughed softly. Every single fucking thing was so adorable about you; your name, laugh, appearance, personality, every single thing was so adorable. Then just as Sol was about to open his mouth to speak again, the bell rang.
Jumping up in your seat, you pushed the chair back, quickly gathering your belongings. “I gotta go, Sol. But you’ll save me a seat again right? I really enjoyed talking to you.” You asked, looking at him with the cutest expression. “Yeah of course.” He reassured you. “Thanks, you’re the best!” You said and with that, you rushed out of the classroom.
As Sol finished gathering his own belongings, he noticed something sitting on your chair. Your jacket was left behind. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the classroom to see if he could catch up to you, but of course you were nowhere to be seen. ‘I’ll hold onto it. Give it to her next class.’ He thought to himself.
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“Woah, that's a cute jacket! You seeing a cute girl?” Hyugo asked his friend. The pair sat at their usual spot on the rooftop eating their lunches. Sol rolled his eyes, “No. The girl who sits next to me in art left it, I’m going to give it to her next class. I just didn’t want it to get lost.” He explained as he continued to eat. He could bring it to you at the library where you worked part time but no, he just wanted to hold onto a bit longer. It was a cute jacket, he couldn’t lie - it was black with striped sleeves and an adorable black cat patch was ironed onto the front. It suited you perfectly.
“Aren’t you so sweet?” Hyugo teased, causing his friend’s face to heat up. Sol grumbled under his breath as he just ignored the comment and continued to eat, only causing the other to laugh. As the bell rang, signaling that their final class of the day would begin and marking the end of their lunch break, the pair stood up. Sol gathered the bento boxes, placing them in his backpack.
“Are you doing anything after class?” Hyugo asked before they parted ways. Sol wasn’t, but he needed to spend some time alone, there was an issue he needed to take care of. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “Aw okay, I’ll just go to the arcade by myself then.” He shrugged before walking off.
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It was dark already when Sol arrived back to his small studio apartment, the short winter days meant it would always be night when he got home. The dark haired man sat his bag on a chair, taking out the bentos to wash. He remembered your jacket was still in his hands, so carefully he placed it on the top of the couch. And so he did his usual evening routine; cleaning dishes, cooking dinner and lunch. The television was playing a show he really had no interest in watching, but it was good background noise.
But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, eyes flicking to the jacket on the sofa as he prepared his and Hyugo’s lunches. Sol felt the crotch of his pants tighten uncomfortably against him, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as his heart rate accelerated. But he remained focused just hurrying to finish dinner as soon as possible so he could shower and lay in bed. Tomorrow was early classes after all.
Finally after some time Sol had showered and flopped onto his bed, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to focus on anything other than you. But his boxers were so incredibly tight, his erection wouldn’t go away no matter what he tried to do. It felt wrong to touch himself to you, so resisting the urge Sol finally fell asleep. Tonight at least he was able to resist the urge.
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The next day of classes came and nothing extraordinary happened. Sol couldn’t spot you anywhere, he supposed he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you and return the jacket. His evening routine was more or less the same, but as he laid in bed tonight, the urges were getting harder and harder to resist.
Sol tried to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else other than the raging erection in his pants right now. His gaze kept flickering to your jacket, he was reminded of how amazing you smelled. He just wanted to smell the perfume again, there was no harm in that…right? Quickly getting out of bed, he snatched your jacket from the couch, immediately pressing it to his nose. Oh god, you smelled so fucking good. He was intoxicated by the scent, his eyes rolling back as he took in your smell, and without even realizing what was happening, his hands trailed down his torso until they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His long slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his erection.
Sol began to pump his cock, a whimper leaving him as his thumb grazed over his tip. Precum was already pooling at the slit, his face still buried in your cute jacket. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his face buried in your hair, neck…your pussy. He fantasized how amazing you would taste as his face was between your thighs, he’d make you feel so good. He had wanted you for so long now.
“_____…._______….” Sol whimpered your name, scarlet eyes fluttering shut as his pace quickened. At this point he was panting heavily, a complete mess and if your mere scent was doing this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d act during the actual act. His cock twitched in his hand and legs trembled; he collapsed onto his knees. He was now thrusting himself eagerly into the palm of his hands, precum lubricating his cock. Sol’s moans echoed throughout the apartment and he felt the warm sensation building up in his core, then with one final thrust he came loudly. “Oh fuck ______!” He cried out, his cum making an absolute mess of his boxers.
Riding out his orgasm he finally came to a stop and dropped the jacket onto the floor. His chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, the whole of his body was a hue of red and warm to the touch. Dark hair sticking to his face from the beads of sweat that had formed. He made sure to toss your jacket onto the couch before he removed his hand from his boxers. A wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him when he saw sticky cum coating his hand. I shouldn’t have done that. It felt so good though. He thought with a sigh as he stood to his feet. I should go wash up.
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Class was the next day, and that meant Sol could finally see you, he could return your jacket. He waited until after class, when you both were in the hallway. A part of him debated on not giving it back, he wanted it forever, to always have you with him, but he decided against it and it was worth it. The look on your face when he had handed you your jacket back was worth it. “Oh my gosh, Sol. I was so worried I had lost my favorite jacket forever. Thank you so much!” You exclaimed as you hugged him briefly, before you slipped it back on. “Yeah..of course. I tried looking for you yesterday to return it but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He explained. A tinge of red evident on his pale features as he was reminded of what he did the night before with it. He violated your poor jacket, but of course he would never tell you that.
You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively, “Sorry about that! I was in such a rush to leave. My other job needed me to cover a shift.” You explained. You had another job besides the library?
But he didn’t mind; he was just glad he could keep your jacket safe from anyone else. Fumbling in the pocket of your pants you pulled out your cell phone, “We should exchange numbers! Just in case one of us needs to get into contact with each other.” You suggested, swiping your finger across to unlock the device. He watched as you typed away on the screen before handing it to him.
Sol’s heart was beating so quickly now, you were really asking for his number? He looked a bit uncomfortable, like he was rejecting your offer, because you began to pull away your phone looking at the floor embarrassedly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“ you began but he cut you off, gently snatching the phone from your hand. And within seconds he typed in his number, he already noticed you made a contact name for him. Sol ☀️
But something else caught his attention as he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.
Crowe 🐦⬛ : You’re still coming over tonight, right?
Something inside of the dark haired man awakened when he saw that text. He froze in place, his blush that tinted his features now went away. Who the hell is Crowe? He thought bitterly. Your boyfriend or a coworker? He only snapped out of his thoughts when you retrieved your phone back, your thumbs danced across the screen then he felt his pocket vibrate.
“Did you get it?” You asked curiously, tilting your head so cutely to the side. “L-let me check.” Sol quickly said and pulled out his phone. His boring black phone background was illuminated with your text.
Unknown: hii! it’s ______ :D
Without a moment of hesitation he saved your contact. ______ 🌙
His contact was saved with a sun by his name so it only made sense that you were the moon. With that, you two said your goodbyes and Sol watched as you walked down the hall, he stood in his spot with a small smile on his lips.
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It was the weekend which meant Sol would do his weekly cleaning of his apartment. Loud music echoed throughout the apartment as he cleaned, humming softly to himself. Something caught his eye as he was vacuuming under the couch, a small piece of rectangular plastic glittered as it caught the light from the ceiling fan. Crouching, he picked it up and his eyes widened instantly when he realized what it was. Your ID had fallen out from the pocket of your jacket, he assumed. And all of your information was on it.
“______ ______..” Sol whispered your full name. He didn't know what it was before. Your address was there too, and it looked recent, judging from the picture and expiration date. The card shook ever so slightly in his fingers as he was practically salivating that he would now be able to find so many more things about you.
Halting his cleaning for the day, he shut off the music and instantly opened up his laptop to begin searching your name online. Hours had passed, day turned into night. Sol’s scarlet red irises were glazed over, his lips dry and mouth a bit parched. He hadn’t left his laptop screen in hours, too engrossed with finding out every single detail about you. Your social media wasn’t private, how foolish of you. And he scrolled through the dozens of pictures you had posted, finding out everyone you associated it with. The page refreshed and a new picture was posted. You are with a group of people at what looked like a bar, with the caption: Love my friends!! Tonight was so fun, let’s do it again!! :D
Sol remembered the text from this “Crowe” earlier and he began to examine the picture, trying to find out who this Crowe was. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man next to you in the picture. A long haired brunette with tan skin, he swore he had seen that face before. This Crowe was behind your frame, hands resting on either of your shoulders. To anyone else they would have assumed that you and the man were friends, nothing in the pose indicated anything romantic, but to Sol it was too much. He didn’t want to see another man behind you touching you like that. Standing up he slammed his laptop shut and decided he needed to go to bed before he got too consumed by his jealousy and anger.
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As days turned into weeks, then eventually into months, Sol and you grew closer. You were regularly texting and hanging out. He had found out that your lunches consisted of junk food, and that was even if you brought lunch to campus. So he decided to start prepping your lunches, and even dinners as soon as he found out you ate cup noodles nearly every night. God, you were cute albeit a bit useless, he didn’t mind cooking for you, it only made him feel wanted - and the look on your face every time you ate his meals just made him filled with so much joy.
You were so kind and introduced him to your friend group, Crowe was kind enough and he kept his hands off of you in Sol’s presence. But he knew that man looked familiar, and Crowe looked at him with suspicious eyes and a fake smile. Sol only remained cordial with your friends though, if they made you happy he’d pretend to be friendly with them. But the man never returned your ID, it was his now. You complained about having to buy a new one, but he made sure to slip some extra cash into your backpack one day when you weren’t looking. The text he received that night was so adorable. “Omg Sol I found some cash at the bottom of my backpack. I’m eating good tonight! >:3”
It was so worth it. But Sol had a dirty secret that he couldn’t tell a living soul. He was slipping sleeping medication into the dinners he made you, he made a copy of your apartment key, and he was letting himself into your home every night. It was all in an attempt to make sure you were safe!
“My neighborhood is so unsafe. I really need to find somewhere else to live. There’s been so many recent break ins and assaults, and I live at ground level.” He remembered you complaining.
“You can stay at my place, _______. It’s a decent neighborhood. Lots of old people, so it’s quiet.” He offered.
“Sol! No, I can't do that. You already do enough for me. I got new locks on everything and alarms.” You retorted with a pout. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind, you weren’t that type of girl. You were independent, but that was okay. Sol would still keep an eye on you. Knowing you kept a spare key hidden away, he found it and while you were at work he had a copy made, then placed the key back without you being none the wiser.
Tonight wasn’t any different, Sol waited until you were asleep and he slipped into your quiet, dark apartment. He could navigate your home in the dark. That's how familiar he was with the layout, but the dim street lights also did aid him. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he quickly made his way in.
The streetlights illuminated your room, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, one hand hanging off the side of the bed and your blankets messily thrown on top of your body. In fact, the blankets barely covered any of your body. You wore an oversized t-shirt and the cutest panties - the shirt was raised and exposed your bare torso. “Were you waiting for me dear?” He whispered as he knelt down at your bedside. Folding his hands on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin on top, his gaze was so loving - but there was something so dark about the way he looked at you. Raising a hand up, Sol’s slender fingers brushed aside the hair on your face. “So cute…” he breathed out.
You shifted, your eyes squeezing shut as a quiet groan left your lips. When you moved through, your shirt lifted just a bit more, revealing your breast partially. Sol felt his face grow warm and he tried to avert his gaze, but it was like you were practically begging for him, looking so cute and innocent. He choked back a moan as he felt his dick get hard, his fingers wrapped around the wrist of your limp hand and he placed his cheek into your warm palm. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a content sigh, “You're asking me to do something, huh dear?” He mumbled. That had to be it or why else were you wearing such an outfit is that why you left your bedroom door opened? You were inviting him in, right?
Sol leaned down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, he nibbled softly at the skin. A quiet whimper escaping you as your brows furrowed. So cute. He thought, still nipping at the skin, leaving a faint red mark. His hand trailed down your neck until his fingers reached your breast, he gently massaged it for a brief moment. Another quiet whimper came from you. He let your hand that was cupping his cheek fall onto the bed for a moment, as his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants and with a swift motion his dick was out. Already hard from anticipation, he positioned himself in your hands, he laced both your and his fingers together. He let out a moan feeling your fingers wrapped around his dick.
His whole body shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, and he buried his face between your breasts to quiet his moans as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His sensitive tip fucked your palm as he moaned out your name from between your breasts. Tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes as pathetic needy whimpers left him.
“You’re mine. Mine..you’re mine ______. I love you so much.” He cried as he felt himself about to cum. Then, with another thrust he came hard into your and his laced hands. As he calmed his breathing down he slowly lifted his head up, you were still asleep, oblivious to the lewd act he just made you do. “You’re so beautiful, dear. You feel so perfect.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
Standing up he pulled his pants back on, then walked to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands. Grabbing a rag he wet, he walked back to clean up the mess he left on your hands. “Crowe..the paper...” you mumbled in your sleep. Sol’s scarlet eyes widened in shock at the name, why were you talking about him when he was right here. His fists clenched and eyes narrowed, a dark cloud casting over his face. “You really ought to stop talking about him, dear. Crowe doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You were just confused - that’s okay, Sol was patient. He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips once again before wishing you a good night. With that, he quietly slipped out of your apartment.
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The final day of class before winter break came the next day. You and Sol sat in art class together, sketching your final assignment. The classroom was quiet as everyone worked. You kept glancing at the dark haired man next you, a faint blush on your face as you remembered the brief dream you had of him last night. You dreamt that he was having sex with you, you heard his moans as he fucked you. Then, just before the dream actually got good, your mind decided that all of a sudden you were going to dream about you and Crowe finishing up your finals paper for English class that you had done earlier yesterday. God! Why did his stupid pretty face have to ruin the best dream you ever had!
Class couldn’t end any sooner and the Professor motioned for everyone to turn in their assignments. He reminded the students to check their emails during the winter break to see their grades. You quickly stood out of your seat, the chair nearly falling back as you fumbled with putting your things away. Sol noticed that something was off about you, you wouldn’t look at him at all. Surely you didn’t know what he did with you last night, right? He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you as you zipped up your backpack. “Want to go to the arcade?” He asked you suddenly, “Hyugo and I are going since classes ended early today. Like right now.” He added.
Snapping your head up, you actually looked at him for the first time today. Your eyes meeting his, “O-oh…umm. I’d love to but I don’t have any…money.” You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end. “Campus library let go of all the part timers a few weeks ago, remember? And my other job cut my hours. So it’s tight right now.” You sighed sadly. “I wasn’t asking you to pay. I just asked if you wanted to come with us?” He said.
Sol noticed a strand of hair hanging in front of your face so reached a gentle hand up to brush it aside, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I’ll pay. You know I’ll always take care of you, ______.” He reminded you with a kind smile that made your heart flutter. It was something he always told you, you weren’t sure why he was so kind to you when you had nothing to offer him in return. You were a broke college student who couldn’t even cook your own meals. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you shyly looked away, “O..okay. Then yes, I want to go.” You shyly said as you tugged at the sleeves of your favorite jacket.
“Alright, good. Here I’ll carry your bag. Hyugo should be waiting at the entrance.” Sol said, taking your bag from you with a swift motion. You tried to protest but he was already walking ahead so you were more focused on catching up to him.
The walk to the arcade didn’t take long, but you were shivering from the cold winter breeze. Sol noticed you shivering and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him. You looked up at him before looking away shyly. Once inside the arcade, the three of you played games for some time. You pointed at a claw machine, wanting to win the cute cat plushie, you tapped at the glass before looking back up at Sol with big pleading eyes. “Aw, it's so cute. Do we have enough coins to win it?” You asked excitedly. Sol patted his pockets and sighed, shaking his head. “No, but I can go get some more if you’d like?” He asked, he just wanted to see you happy.
Hyugo nodded, “Yeah let’s play some more games! Oh, let’s get some food too. I’m starving!” He exclaimed, nudging Sol’s side. Sol looked at you, waiting for your answer. “That sounds good to me. While you two do that, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.” You said. The pair nodded and with that you went your separate ways.
You found the restroom. It was located in the back of the arcade and once done, you hummed quietly as you made your way back to the claw machine with the plushie you wanted. But you unbeknownst drew unwanted attention to yourself; you hadn’t even stepped a few feet back out of the bathroom when you were immediately cornered by a much taller and bigger man than yourself. He backed you in between two large pinball machines, leaving you trapped. “Hey sexy. You got a boyfriend?” He slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. He had both of his arms on either side of your head so you could barely move. “Not interested.” You spat as you tried pushing him away, but to no avail. That seemed to only anger him more as he lowered his face to be at eye level with you. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll treat you nicely.” He said, though this time his voice was much darker. The stench of alcohol lingered with every breath he took. You turned your face to the side, but that seemed to only anger him and this time he grabbed your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t turn away, sweetheart. Just come on let me sh—“ he began, but suddenly his hand was ripped away from your face and you closed your eyes, fully expecting to get hit. You heard shouting and skin hitting skin, you still kept your eyes shut, flinching with every sound. The noise of the arcade was too loud and you slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands as you buried your face against your knees.
“Don’t you fucking touch her! I’ll kill you!” You heard a familiar voice shout, it was then you uncovered your face and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sol fighting with the man, both with bloody noses. Hyugo pulled Sol away while a random person held back the other man. The two men were still shouting curses at one another, though you were so overwhelmed you could barely understand what they were saying. You noticed Hyugo was having trouble holding back Sol, so you quickly scrambled to your feet and stepped in front of the dark haired man, pressing your hands against his chest. “Sol! *Enough!*” you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. The drunk man had lost his balance at some point and fell to the floor, but he was still threatening you and Sol. The man called you every name in the book, and he was mocking you - but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of here. There was a terrifying look in Sol’s scarlet eyes and it turned your blood cold. “Sol *please,* let’s just go.” You pleaded with him once again.
As soon as Sol heard your voice waver, he stopped and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and guilt as he realized that you were crying. He cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head, “No, no, no. Please don’t cry. I’m done. We can go.” He said in a panic, “He didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t touch you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No. I’m okay.” You reassured him, just wanting to leave. Your lip quivered as you looked up at him and you simply nodded, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him out of the arcade. Though when Sol was certain you weren’t looking, he turned back to the man and spat at him before he followed you out.
Once outside you wiped your tears away with your jacket sleeve, smearing your makeup a bit in the process, but you didn’t care. You didn’t dare let go of Sol’s hand, afraid that if you did he would turn back and actually kill the man. Hyugo sighed, rubbing his temples, “We should leave before the cops get called.” He mumbled. Sol clicked his tongue in annoyance, “We didn’t do anything wrong. That low life touched ______. I just defended her.” He spat back. You tugged Sol’s hand, “I want to go home.” You sniffled. “I’ll walk her home. You go ahead, Hyugo.” He said. The blue haired man raised a brow, by the way he looked at his friend you sensed that maybe he didn’t want to leave him alone. “You’ll call right? As soon as you dropped ______ off at home?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
Sol had already wrapped his arm around your waist, your and his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yeah, I will. See you later.” He said pulling you along to walk off in the other direction. Hyugo just nodded watching as you two walked off.
Sol didn’t let go of your waist for the whole walk home, he held you protectively, glaring at anyone who looked in your general direction. Once you arrived back at your apartment you fished around in your jacket pocket for your keys, eventually finding them and unlocking the door. “Do..do you want to come in?” You asked Sol shyly. You were really inviting him inside! He felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed nervously, “Sure.” He smiled and stepped inside after you, setting down the bags onto a stool by the door.
You untied your sneakers and left them at the door before you looked up at the tall man. “Do you want tea? Coffee?” You asked him.
“What do you want? I can start the water.” He asked you back.
“Tea sounds good. Something relaxing.” You replied, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. You poured water into the electric kettle on the countertop as you reached into the cabinets to grab two cups. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change real quick.” You smiled before walking off towards your bedroom to change. Sol already knew where everything was located, so he grabbed two tea bags, setting them into the ceramic mugs as he waited for the water to boil. Then a thought ran through his mind as his hand absentmindedly rested on his front pocket. You didn’t get to eat the dinner he made you for tonight which meant you wouldn’t sleep well.
So before the water was done boiling he pulled out a small bag in his pocket, and broke apart the sleeping pill, letting it dissolve in the hot water. He just wanted to make sure that you’d be able to sleep tonight was all.
When you walked back out of your room, your tea was already made and Sol was sipping on his as he leaned against the wall. He looked at your outfit, did you wear something like that on purpose to tease him? You wore tight shorts, a tank top, your favorite jacket unzipped, and the cutest bunny shaped slippers. “Thank you so much, Sol.” You smiled at him as you held the mug in your hands and slowly sipped on it. He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you.” He said returning your smile. You chatted with him for a while it was obvious that you were just stalling, you didn’t want him to leave. You were still shaken up from earlier, from both how Sol reacted and to what may have happened if he wasn’t there to save you from that man.
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You sat on the couch, legs crossed as some random show played quietly in the background. Sol sat across from you, you both had long finished your tea. He could tell you were getting a bit more sluggish, “I’m sleepy, Sol.” You yawned. “You should go..it’s getting late. Hyugo is probably worried about you.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. Sol frowned, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He replied back, he didn’t want to leave you alone.
“I’m okay. I just don’t want to be alone..” you sniffled. “I think someone has been breaking into my house.” You then said, flicking your gaze up to look at him with a worried expression. Sol froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “W..what? Why do you think that?” He asked, trying to remain calm. Folding your hands together in your lap, your eyes darted around before landing back on him, “Sometimes things are out of place.” Is all you said, “So please don’t leave me alone.” You then pleaded, suddenly leaning over towards him on all fours.
Sol’s eyes flickered to your face and to the gap between your shirt, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra and he shifted awkwardly in his spot on the couch as he tried to remaining eye contact with you. Placing a hand over his crotch, he let out a cough, a dark red blush making its way to his pale features. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He responded, a look of desperation in his eyes. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he said those words. Then your mind wandered back to the dream you had last night, you sat back legs now folded underneath you.
“Can you come lay down with me in bed?” You asked him, looking away shyly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay up much longer. Plus it’s more comfortable than staying out here.” You added. Sol found it hard to even speak now, he nodded and bit his lip. You stood up and began to walk towards your bedroom, turning off the lights along the way. Before you rounded the corner you noticed that he was still sitting on the couch, “Are you coming? You don’t have—“ you began only to be cut off by him springing up, “I am.” He mumbled shyly as he followed you into your familiar bedroom.
Your bedsheets were messily strewn about on your bed, like always. Clothes tossed haphazardly throughout the room, he watched as you shrugged off your jacket, tossing it on the vanity chair and you kicked off your slippers. You crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over your cold body. “What do you usually wear to sleep, Sol?” You asked him curiously, waiting for him to come lay down as yet another yawn left you.
“My..boxers.” Sol replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your cute gaze. “You can sleep like that here. I don’t mind.” You mumbled motioning with your hand for him to come lay down. “A-are you sure?” He stammered, already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit in anticipation. “Mhm.” You hummed reassuringly, squeezing your legs together tightly. Sol wasted no time in taking off his clothes, it was a shame the room was so dimly lit so you couldn’t see him. He sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure of what he needed to do.
You tugged at his wrist, “Lay down with me. Under the blankets.” You encouraged him in a sleepy voice. He let you pull him down onto the bed, his heart was racing so fast he found it hard to breathe. As you both now laid under the covers he could feel your body heat, you were so close to him. Your bed wasn’t big by any means, so your bodies were practically touching. “I really like you, Sol.” You suddenly said, you weren’t sure why you blurted that out, maybe it was your drowsy drugged state that made you say something you didn’t mean to.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock as he turned his head to face you. He could make out your soft features from the dim city streetlights that peaked through the curtains. Your hand now was on his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. “You take care of me. You’re so kind. I’ve never had anybody care for me like you do.” You mumbled, leaning over until your noses touched.
Sol raised a shaking hand to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ll always take care of you, ______. I’ll be here. No matter what.” He whispered back. His words were so kind and gentle, yet there was darkness in which he spoke. You blushed and looked away, your eyes closing shut as you finally closed the distance between your lips. You were a bit unsure on how to kiss him, not wanting to mess with his lip rings too much, but as soon as your lips met something clicked inside the raven haired man.
He returned your kiss desperately, not wanting to stop. Were you really doing this? Was this seriously happening?! He thought. It was a shame you were half asleep, but it still didn’t stop you from your next move. You rolled onto of him, your legs straddling his waist as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with inexperience. It wasn’t like Sol minded though, he was also just as inexperienced. His hands were on your waist, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he let out a needy whimper when he felt you grinding against his dick.
“Do you like me, Sol?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss for a few moments as you continued to grind against him. When he took too long to answer you paused and lifted yourself up about to get up. Feeling utterly rejected by him, humiliated. But his hands slammed you back down on top of him. A crazed look on his face, “Y-yes I do. I like you. You’re my soulmate, ______.” He desperately spoke, his eyes flickering trying to read your expression. All you heard was “yes”, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, despite desperately trying to stay awake.
“G..good.” You mumbled against his lips, beginning to grind against him again as you cupped his face. Sol returned your kisses as he let out whiny moans of your name, begging you for more. He wanted to feel your pussy, god knows how long he had waited to fuck you. His hands let go of your hips and now tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He managed to slip them off and when he felt how wet your panties were a pathetic whimper left his lips. He pushed your panties aside and now he could really feel how wet your pussy was. His dick pushed between your folds, you shivered as you felt his tip slide over your clit. “S-sol.” You whimpered his name.
Oh god, just you saying his name so lewdly was almost enough to push him over the edge. “A-ah.” He cried out as he felt your pace quicken. He loved the way you were using him, like he was nothing more than a toy for you to hump to reach your orgasm. The head of his dick was so sensitive and he felt your clit rubbing against it. “I..I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. Sol’s fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he bucked his hips upward. “I-I wanna fuck you…please. Feel your pussy…please.” He begged, biting your lip. But you ignored him continuing to grind against his hard dick as your moans became a bit louder, your thighs shaking. You could feel yourself about to cum, but Sol suddenly let out a yell. “A-ah ahh ______.” He cried as his hot cum shot out. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as tears pooled in the corner of them, his back arched, and fingernails scratching your thighs enough to leave a mark and draw some blood. His body shook under yours.
You felt the warm sensation rising from your core, your clit becoming more sensitive by the seconds. Sol’s thick cum now providing more lubrication. His whimpering of your name and pleading was enough to push you over the edge and moments later you joined him in his orgasm. You cried out his name as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Honestly you weren’t sure if you were or not, your mind was so hazy. Then you suddenly came to a stop, your body shaking a bit as your eyes closed shut.
Sol caught his breath, his hands rubbed up and down your back and he realized you had fallen asleep. The medicine had taken its full effect. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing a kiss on top of your head a content smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine…you’ll never have to be alone again.” He mumbled against your hair. His scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling as you were fast asleep against his chest. At some point he fell asleep still holding onto you, with his dick between your thighs.
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You had awoken the next morning a bit groggy, you realized you were in bed with someone and you stared down in horror as you realized that you had slept with Sol. You only remembered bits and pieces of the nights before, and your sticky panties confirmed that you two had been intimate in some way. You wiggled out of his strong arms as quietly as you could and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your phone careful to not wake him up.
After you cleaned yourself up and changed, you sat on the ledge of the bathtub typing away rapidly on your phone.
Crowe I NEED YOU NOW!!!!
What’s up? You okay?
NOOO. I think I just messed up. I think I ruined a friendship.
Woah calm down, ______. Is this about him?
YES. Can we meet up at the cafe? Please. Right now.
Yes. I’ll be there in a few.
Thanks.
With that you clicked your phone shut and quickly got dressed into your clothes from yesterday, not wanting to disturb Sol’s sleep. You peeked into your room and still saw him resting. You left the house getting your wallet and keys and tossing them into your jacket.
Sol woke up not long after you had left the house and when he didn’t feel your presence he immediately shot up in bed, panic beginning to set in. Where were you?! He grabbed his phone getting ready to dial your number when he saw a text appear on the screen.
I’ll be back soon. :3
He calmed down a bit, laying the phone in his lap as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn’t you tell him you had somewhere to go? Why would you leave alone in the morning after everything that had happened last night? It was then he felt a bit angry, wondering why you were sneaking around. Snatching his phone back up he called you but you kept ignoring his calls, finally though you answered.
“Hello.” Your voice came through on the other end, there was also another voice on the other end too. It was one he recognized. It was Crowe. He felt himself grow even more angry as jealousy filled him. Why the hell are you with him?!
“Who are you with?” Sol asked, his voice as sickly sweet.
“Shhhh be quiet. Yeah, hi Sol, I’m with a friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be back home soon.” He heard you shushing Crowe. His grip tightened on the phone, if he squeezed any harder he may have shattered the screen. “When will you be back? Where are you?” He asked, this time his tone wasn’t as sweet.
“Sol…please don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll be back home soon. I gotta go.” You reassured him before hanging up.
Sol was furious, he slammed the phone face down onto the night stand, the glass screen shattering. Why is he interfering? Why does she keep hanging out with him? Doesn’t he know ______’s mine?! So many jealous thoughts flowed through his head as he quickly got dressed. He freshened himself up before he left your apartment, storming on the busy streets. What you hadn’t known was that Sol had installed a tracker on your phone many nights ago. He was really trying to give you the chance to tell him where you were without having to resort to using the tracker, but you wouldn’t tell him. He had no other choice but to use it, and make sure you were okay. He had to make sure that filthy Crowe wasn’t touching you. And he needed to show the brunet who you belonged to.
It was a rainy day and he didn’t care if he got wet, he was determined to find out where you were. The tracker led him to a busy coffee shop where he saw you and Crowe sitting near the window. His scarlet eyes met bright blue ones, belonging to the last person he wanted to see. Sol’s eyes narrowed, and all the brunet did was return a sly smirk before mouthing something to you. You whipped your head around just as Sol stormed into the coffee shop, immediately making his way to the table you two sat at. He tried to maintain his composure, his chest rising with every deep breath he took as he glared at the man sitting across from you.
“Sol? H-How did you know I was here?” You asked him in shock. He ignored your question continuing to glare daggers at Crowe, who sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Hey there. Care to join us?” He asked with a polite smile, motioning with his hand to the available seat.
“No. ______, we’re going home. Now.” Sol demanded, now turning to look at you. He grabbed your wrist and you tried to jerk away, “Ow, Sol!” You cried out, which caused him to immediately drop your hand. “Are you okay?” He asked, his angry expression now etched into worry. You frowned, rubbing your wrist, “Y..yeah. I told you I’d be gone later. Please stop this.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes.
“You should be gentle with her, Sol.” Crowe scolded half heartedly. “______, you should go. Don’t keep him waiting. We can talk soon, I have to get to work anyways.” He smiled warmly at you.
“But I—“ you stammered, but the brunet cut you off with a wave. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” He winked, it was purposeful, he was trying to get under Sol’s skin and it was working.
Sol grabbed your wrist a bit more gently this time as you stood up, “We’re leaving. Bye.” He spat, glaring at the man as he dragged you out of the coffee shop. All the while Crowe watched with furrowed brows and a forced smile. He didn’t like Sol, he didn’t like him at all. But whatever made you happy, he’d tolerate.
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Sol was dragging you down the street as you squirmed under his tight grasp on your wrist. The whole time you demanded to know what had gotten into him! This wasn’t the Sol you knew. Ever since the arcade, you noticed a sudden shift in his personality, it was instantaneous. As you two arrived back at your apartment, he shoved you inside with a forceful hand, slamming and locking the door shut. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sol?!” You screamed at him as you tossed your phone, keys, and wallet onto the kitchen counter.
Sol’s eyes were narrowed still as he walked towards you, instinctively you stumbled backwards until you found yourself with your back pinned against the wall with nowhere to go. His tall frame towering above you. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one sneaking around with that bastard.” He hissed as he slammed his palms on either side of your head, pinning you between his arms. “I’ve tolerated him long enough. Doesn’t he know you belong to me?! I’m the one that’s caring for you and protecting you. While he does nothing.” He snapped angrily.
You cowered beneath him, beginning to grow a bit scared, “Y-you’re scaring me, Sol.” You whimpered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; he didn’t like you pretending to be innocent in all of this. Perhaps you and that bastard needed reminding of who you belonged to. Sol crashed his lips against yours roughly, you felt his tongue trace the bottom of your lip. But when you were tightening your lips together to deny him, he bit your lip causing your lips to part open in surprise and with that his pierced tongue forced its way into your mouth. One hand on your jaw forcing your head to tilt up. You tasted like coffee and sugar, he didn’t mind at all though. It suited you.
You cried against him. He was being so forceful it was terrifying. He pulled away panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting your and his lips. His hand was still firmly holding your chin. “I don’t think you realize, dear. That you’re mine. No one else can have you. Ever. I won’t allow it.” He muttered. He noticed that your eyes were watery and a sympathetic smile made its way to his pierced lips. “Aww..please don’t cry, baby. I don’t want to make you cry. I promise I’ll make you feel good. You just need to be reminded that you’re mine.” He said in a gentle voice as his thumb wiped away your tears.
“I’m scared.” You whimpered.
Sol leaned down to press a much more gentle kiss to your lips, “You won’t be for long. You’ll be feeling so good in a minute.” He purred and with that he picked you up holding you so gently in his arms bridal style as he continued to kiss your lips. Once inside the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed and hovered over you beginning to tug at the waistband of your pants. “N-no Sol.” You whined but your arousal said otherwise. The truth was you were so turned on by him. You had wanted him in this way for so long.
Sol ignored your pleas and within a couple minutes he had you stripped of your clothes. You laid on your back on the bed as you looked at his nearly naked body, he stood only in his boxers. And now with the sun peeking through the blinds basking the room in a bright light you saw just how big Sol was. His body was well toned, just perfect. You saw the erection in his pants and you swallowed nervously at just how big he was. You weren’t sure if he was even fully hard yet.
You didn’t get to stare at him for too long though as he got to his knees, kneeling in front of your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good dear. You won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” He said it almost came out as a warning. His slender hands pushed your legs apart and the look of pure lust was on his face. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. “So pretty.” He whispered. God, he dreamt for so long to be buried between your thighs eating you out.
You jumped when you felt Sol’s tongue licking your pussy, the muscle dragging slowly between the slit. You felt the cold metal piercing drag along sending a shiver up your spine. He let out a moan as he tasted you. God, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He pushed your legs further apart and spread open your pussy, you squirmed a bit at being so exposed. Your hands balled up the fabric of the bed sheet beneath you as you felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. You knew you messed up when you gave him that reaction, because he immediately began to suck at your sensitive clit, rolling his piercing over it every single time causing you to moan louder. His tongue moving from teasing your clit to probing your wet hole. He wanted to taste every bit of you, this was pure bliss for the raven haired man.
“So good.” Sol praised. It was hard to focus as he sucked the sensitive bud, your head spinning as your legs quivered. He wouldn’t let you close your legs, no matter how much you tried. His tongue worked so expertly, he knew exactly how to get you whimpering under him. “Sol!” You yelped when you felt his tongue enter you, causing your hips to buck and your back to arch. It was such a strange feeling but god it felt so good. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands tangled in his dark loose hair as you tilted his head back up to focus on your clit. “I-I’m gonna..” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm sensation began to build more and more. Your breathing became more frantic and with another roll of his pierced tongue against your clit, your legs closed, Sol’s face still between your thighs as you held him there cumming all over his face. You were practically screaming his name as he continued to suck on your overstimulated clit. You begged him to stop, so he did and instead decided to clean you up.
Sol’s tongue lapped up every last bit of your juices, you tasted so amazing. He was drunk off of your scent—taste. Everything about you drove him crazy. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, licking your pussy and letting you cum all over his face. He was yours to use. “N-no more. Please.” You begged, your body falling limp.
Sol gave you one last taste, his tongue swiping up the full length of your pussy before he sat up. He licked his wet lips, “See..I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, dear.” He said matter of factly. He stood up pulling down his boxers revealing his hard dick. When you looked at him you nearly choked on your own spit. How the hell were you supposed to take him? He hadn’t stretched you out with his fingers to prepare you. “I-I can’t take you without—“ you began. But Sol leaned forward kissing you, shutting you up. “It’s okay. I’ll be slow.” He mumbled against your lips.
His tall frame towered above you, it was so intimidating, the way he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a small smile on his face. His arms were on either side of you pinning you between him. You felt the tip of his dick poke at your entrance. Sol continued to gently kiss you as he pushed himself inside you, he let out quiet whimpers as slowly filled you up. His body shuddered at the sensation, your tight pussy was everything he had ever dreamed off. “Fuck…oh god you feel so good, ______.” He moaned as he sat up now. Placing his hands on your inner thighs, he spread your legs apart as far as he could without hurting you. He wanted to see how well you took him.
Inch by inch Sol sank into you, it was agonizing how slow he went but by the look on his face he was savoring every moment. He was panting quietly trying to control himself, he did want to hear his soulmate after all. You squirmed under his strong grasp as he filled you up beyond belief. You weren’t ready to take him, he was so big it hurt. “S-Sol.” You cried, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you felt the tip hit deep inside, causing you to flinch in pain.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, dear.” He praised you. And without warning Sol snapped his hips back and slammed back into you, causing you to yelp. He couldn’t resist himself as he began to roughly fuck you. His fingernails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and quiet moans left him. He stayed quiet because he wanted to hear your sweet sounds.
He watched the face you made as every single time he hit that sweet spot of your pussy. The way your lips parted as you moaned his name and the how your back arched as he fucked you. The way your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He noticed the creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock. You felt so perfect, it was as if..”We were made for each other, ______.” He whispered. Sol let go your thighs, confident that you’d keep your legs spread out. He now cupped your breasts, fingertips lightly teasing your perked nipples as he watched you shudder under his touch.
Sol frowned, “Something’s missing.” He said in between pants as he continued to relentlessly fuck you. His pace was not slowing down at all, you were exhausted already, your pussy ached from how hard he was slamming into you. You weren’t sure you’d even be able to walk in the morning. “W-what?” You asked confused by what he meant but he didn’t answer you, instead leaned down to bite your neck. You cried out in surprise. He actually bit you. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck, not caring if he hurt you. After all, everyone needed to know you were his.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, tears now running down your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped one hand between your thighs. You body twitched when you felt the pad of thumb rub your clit, all the while he never stopped fucking and marking you. He let out a low laugh when he felt your body twitch underneath him.
Sol could tell you were close to coming, by how your breathing became more erratic, how you held him closer. “Are you going to cum for me, dear?” He asked. You didn’t say anything, which annoyed the dark haired man. He sat up, ripping himself from your grasp and stopped rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. “You need to answer me.” He growled and just to emphasize the point, he pulled nearly all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. You cried loudly, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, “Y-yes. I wanna cum for you, Sol.” You whimpered, looking up at him with the cutest expression.
Sol smiled lovingly at you, satisfied with your answer, “You’re so cute when you beg, dear.” He spoke gently and with that he returned to stimulating your clit. Your mind was hazy as you felt your orgasm building up, you were only focused on one thing and that was coming. Your hands reached up to dig their fingernails in the skin of his bicep. “You’re so close. I can tell. Just cum for me. Please. I want to feel it so bad.” Sol begged in a whiny, desperate tone as he quickened his pace. And just like that you practically screamed his name, your body shaking as you came around his cock.
You orgasming and screaming his name was the most beautiful thing Sol had ever witnessed. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, it was better than he could ever imagine. He felt your pussy tighten around him and soon after he was coming too. Sol threw his head back as his dick twitched, coating your insides with thick cum. He was buried deep inside you, holding your thighs firmly so he could adequately fill you up. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty, full of my cum.” He mumbled, gazing down at you now.
Sol gently pushed your legs apart as he pulled out of you and watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your tight pussy. It was a heavenly sight. He sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around your tired body, pulling you onto his chest. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you clung into him tightly. “No one will ever make you feel this good, dear. You were made for me. We’re soulmates.” Sol said barely above a whisper as he gazed at the white ceiling. “You’re mine. I won’t ever let anyone come between us. Ever. I love you so much, ______.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightening around you when he said that.
There was something threatening about the way Sol spoke. You were a bit scared, but you had no reason to be, right? He just loved you and you loved him. “I love you, Sol.” You sniffled. Sol just smiled at your words. He finally had you all to himself.
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: hyugo x gn! reader x sol · established relationship w/sol · smut · threesome · implied afab! reader · reader with curves · restraint vs. indulgence · shameless hunger · quiet seduction · push/pull dynamics · explicit content · possessiveness · jealousy · emotional confession · voyeurism · auditory kink · praise · dirty talk · power dynamics · polyamory negotiations · rough sex · tender sex · multiple orgasms · overstimulation
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: A late-night gaming session with Sol and Hyugo takes a turn you never expected. One too many teasing comments, one reckless Discord slip from long ago—leaving you caught between laughing it off and giving in. Hyugo stays silent, but his quiet isn’t innocence.
And in the end, when silence isn’t enough and words can’t save him, Hyugo has no choice but to give in completely…
…and insert himself into you.
𝓌𝒸: 13k
There’s just something about video games that assurance chaos.
You swear it every time.
One second, you’re telling yourself, “just a quick match, one round, nothing serious,” and the next thing you know, you’re screaming at your homeboy and your boyfriend for cheating, crumbs of stale chips sliding down your shirt like confetti at a pity parade. Controllers flying, egos bruised, and suddenly a “casual game night” looks like televised war.
For you, Sol, and Hyugo—the two losers you’d wasted most of college with—gaming wasn’t some once-in-a-while bonding activity. No, it was the lifestyle. The religion. The rooftop hangout when classes were boring, the between-class distraction, the after-class cooldown… hell, sometimes the “skip-class-entirely” plan.
If you weren’t roasting each other through headsets online, you were piled in the same room, yelling at the TV like it personally committed treason.
And tonight?
The battlefield was Hyugo’s apartment. Again.
At this point, his place had graduated from “apartment” to full-on headquarters: spacious enough for bodies to crash on the floor, stacked with enough consoles to make a gamer jealous, and always stocked with snacks that tasted better just because they weren’t yours. Cozy wasn’t the word. It was the kind of place that swallowed hours whole, the clock jumping from 8 p.m. to 3 a.m. in a blink.
Shoes were already piled at the door, jackets draped carelessly over the couch, soda cans littering the coffee table. The TV’s glow bathed everything in neon light, reflecting off the mess of controllers and half-buzzing phones.
If someone peeked in from the outside, they’d think it was a chaotic game night with the level of screaming, accusations, and dramatics. But nah—this was way bloodier: a free-for-all tournament.
Hyugo was in first place, smug as ever, the human embodiment of “untouchable.” You were steady in second—your self-proclaimed throne, where you liked to chill and collect wins without sweating too hard.
And Sol? Dead last. As per usual.
Which meant Hyugo and Sol were barking at each other like rival dogs fighting over scraps.
Meanwhile, you? You were just vibing. Snacking, crunching loud enough to annoy both of them, watching their dramatics like you paid for front-row seats to a comedy special. Second place didn’t even bother you—you’d mastered the art of staying quiet.
Hyugo had his legs spread wide across the couch like he owned it, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the cushion and the other casually flicking his joystick. His smirk looked carved in stone, the kind of grin that screamed ‘I don’t even have to try to beat you.’ Every little button-press was punctuated with a satisfied hum, as though he’d choreographed this victory hours ago.
Across from him, Sol was not taking it well.
He was sitting on the floor, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, death-gripping his controller like he was trying to strangle it into submission. Display the clear red flush creeping up his ears. His voice cracked loud enough to rattle the soda cans when Hyugo’s character landed another cheap shot.
“Bro, that was rigged!” Sol yelled, his tone already a perfect mix of betrayal and emo desperation. “You don’t even know how to do that move. You button-mashed—don’t even lie.”
Hyugo tilted his head, cool as ever, eyes still locked on the screen. “Button-mash? Please. That was pure skill. Watch and learn, junior.” He tossed in a lazy shrug for emphasis, like the kill he just landed was a happy accident he’d barely noticed.
You snorted around a mouthful of chips. “Junior? Sol’s literally older than you.”
Hyugo’s grin stretched wider. “Age doesn’t matter when you’re built different.” He tapped his chest with his thumb, as if to say: this is natural-born talent, baby.
“Built different?” Sol’s voice cracked higher, and he threw his controller down onto the carpet with a dramatic thud. “You’re built annoying. That’s it. Nobody’s born with ‘god-tier gamer genetics,’ Hyugo, shut up.”
“Sounds like something a loser would say,” Hyugo fired back instantly, finally glancing over just long enough to give Sol a slow, smug once-over. He even raised his brows like really? that’s the best you got?
Sol grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it straight at him. Hyugo caught it one-handed without looking, set it aside neatly, then went right back to the game.
You nearly choked laughing. “Oh my god, you two are like divorced parents fighting over custody of the console.”
Hyugo leaned back further, smugness practically glowing off him. “Correction: I already won custody. Sol just gets visitation rights.”
Sol groaned so loud it sounded like a dying animal, collapsing backward onto the rug and covering his face with both hands. “I hate it here.”
Hyugo’s grin was pure evil, teeth flashing as he stretched out even more on the couch like he’d just dropped the funniest truth bomb in the room. “You know Sol’s just letting you win, right? Man’s whipped—his pumpkin got him trained by the sound of your voice.”
Sol’s jaw snapped tight.
You could practically see his vein pulsing, his controller forgotten as his whole soul prepared to clap back.
But you didn’t give him the chance.
You barked out a laugh, wiped chip dust off your hands, and locked eyes with him. “You better not have been letting me win this whole time.”
His eyes went wide, like you’d just betrayed him in the middle of battle. “What?! No! Don’t look at me like that—this clown’s lying!” He shot a finger at Hyugo, who only grinned wider and gave a lazy little shrug, as if to say caught ya, buddy.
“Mmhm,” you hummed, narrowing your eyes with mock suspicion. “Because if you’ve been throwing games out of pity, that makes you the clown.”
“Pity?! Pumpkin, I’d never—” Sol scrambled up to sit properly, dark hair falling into his face as he gestured wildly with his hands, voice cracking like a kettle boiling over. “I don’t take it easy on anyone. You know how many times I’ve smoked Hyugo in ranked? Ask him!”
“Cap,” Hyugo muttered, still lounging like a smug cat in a sunbeam.
“Not cap!” Sol whipped around, eyes wide, “Tell them! Tell them I—”
“Oh, nah,” Hyugo cut in, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Not my business, bro. You already dug the hole. Don’t drag me into your simp grave.”
You snorted so hard you almost choked on air, watching Sol’s face burn with indignation as he whirled back to you.
“I’m not—! This is insane. You believe him over me?!”
You tilted your head, lips twitching. “I dunno… Hyugo does look confident. Kinda sus, Sol.”
Sol looked two seconds away from combusting, fists clenching in his lap. “Confident?! He’s confident because he’s a professional troll! That’s all he’s got going for him!”
Hyugo let out a lazy chuckle, finally glancing your way. “Hey, if it works, it works.” He winked. “Besides, if Sol is losing on purpose, maybe it’s just instinct. You say ‘jump,’ he says ‘how high.’ Classic pumpkin behavior.”
“Stop calling me that!” Sol groaned, tossing another pillow his way. Hyugo dodged it with a smug stretch of his arm, shooting you a quick side glance like he’d just scored another kill without lifting a finger.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, torn between laughing harder and defending yourself. “God, I hate you both. Why do I even hang out with clowns like you?”
Hyugo’s grin sharpened. “Because we make your nights interesting.”
Sol threw his hands in the air. “Alright bro, I’m fighting for my life here and you’re just feeding his ego!”
You leaned back, stretching languidly across the couch as Sol huffed beside you, still glaring at Hyugo like he might explode if anyone blinked the wrong way. “Hey,” you murmured, voice softening, tilting your head toward him. “Don’t get so worked up. It’s… cute, but seriously, breathe.”
Sol blinked at you, still defensive, but your hand casually brushed his shoulder. Lazy, teasing, just enough to make him pause. You leaned a little closer, your arm draping lazily over his back as you whispered, “You know… if you calm down, I’ll maybe let you do the thing on me.”
His jaw slackened, a flush red appears. “Wait—what? Are you… serious?”
You smirked, shrugging like it was no big deal, letting your hair fall over your shoulder in a careless sweep. “Depends. You can calm down first, or we’ll just laugh at you while you stew. Your choice, babe.”
Sol groaned, letting a shaky laugh escape despite himself. “Ugh… fine, I’ll… I’ll chill. But this doesn’t erase—”
“Shh,” you whispered, leaning your forehead briefly against his shoulder, fingers lingering at the edge of his shirt. “Just relax. I got ya’.”
Nearby, Hyugo froze mid-gesture, controller hovering uselessly in his hands. Cheeks flushed, chest tightening, and suddenly the grin that usually kept him untouchable felt brittle.
And that’s when the twist hit him like a punch to the gut.
He was supposed to be smug, supposed to be part of the chaos—but here you were, leaning into Sol, whispering, smirking, fingers grazing, and the way he laughed at your teasing like you were some effortless magician conjuring obedience…
Wait… why am I feeling left out?
Because that’s exactly what he was: The Constant Third Wheel. Always had been, probably always would be.
You and Sol had this… magnetic pull, the kind of energy that made him both laugh and groan simultaneously.
You were the mischief-maker, dragging them into pranks, setting up traps for professors or random strangers on campus. Sol, of course, couldn’t resist taking the bait—jumping, shouting, throwing hands when things escalated, getting into fights over stupid pretty shit or arcade bragging rights.
And Hyugo?
He was supposed to be the “balance” of it all. Except somehow, he always ended up missing the chaos or sticking behind to clean up the wreckage you and sol left behind. And yet, here he was, watching this little bubble form between you two. Silent words in your eyes, laughter tangled with breath, tiny sparks of intimacy that made his chest ache.
You handled Sol with the effortless ease of a general commanding a puppy battalion: sharp commands softened by playful authority, teasing without cruelty, and somehow Sol obeyed, leaned in, blushed, laughed, melted—perfectly and utterly yours.
Hyugo’s throat went dry.
Was it wrong to like that? To like the way you moved through chaos like it was a second skin, commanding Sol’s attention and affection so naturally, while he… watched?
He shoved a hand through his teal hair, brushing strands behind his ear, pretending to check his phone while his gaze lingered far too long. His stomach twisted with a familiar ache—a mix of envy, longing, and guilt.
Because he knew. He knew exactly who you loved, and it wasn’t him.
It’s Sol.
And yet, being here, being allowed this close to your world, even as the ever-reliable third wheel, was both torture and the only thing keeping him tethered to nights like this.
He’d carried it since that night—the Discord call.
A night filled with laughter, of cheap jump scares, of physics-defying monster chases. The horror game had started the way it always did: loud, stupid, full of cheap jump scares and you roasting him every time he shrieked in proximity chat. You’d both been laughing so hard at one point he almost dropped his controller.
Just Classic. Easy. Harmless. Except he’d left halfway through. Just ten minutes—bathroom, water, whatever excuse. He came back, headset sliding on, only to realize he’d walked into something else entirely.
You. Different.
Not the usual you who dominated every argument, who shoved him around with that smug grin and sharp tongue. No—this was a quieter kind of control. Your voice was low, steady, coaxing. Still dominant, but patient. Dangerous. And Sol—poor, flustered Sol—was eating it up, stammering into his mic like you’d stolen the air out of his lungs.
Hyugo froze. He’d expected more screaming, more of your usual biting jokes.
Instead, his headset was filled with your voice—a smooth, teasing cadence that wrapped around him, controlled and utterly maddening. It did something to his gut, something hot and tight. He stared at his screen, fingers slack on the controller, completely paralyzed.
He’d never admit it, not even under torture, but the sound of you taking charge short-circuited something fundamental in him.
Watching you lead, your confidence a quiet force that had both him and Sol unconsciously falling in line, was a different kind of aphrodisiac. It was the way you dressed, the way your body moved when you were focused, the effortless command in your tone—it all conspired to send blood rushing south, making his cock twitch insistently against his jeans.
This had been happening too often.
After the incident, he’d lost count of the times he’d had to mute his mic and turn off his camera, just to grip his own throbbing cock through his pants, desperate for relief before he made a mess of himself.
There were even times you’d asked, during other gaming sessions at his place or sol’s place, or simply hanging out, genuine concern in your voice, "You okay, Hyuhyu? You keep zoning out." He’d had to excuse himself so fast, scrambling to the restroom before the image of you looking at him like that pushed him over the edge.
And it wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair that Sol got the softness, the playful attention. It wasn't fair that Hyugo was the one in solitude,palm pressed hard over his mouth to stifle his groans as he pictured it was his name you were cooing, his performance you were praising, his cock you were—
No stop!
Hyugo shakes his head, just by sitting beside you on the couch, the memory hit him with the force of a physical blow. That night had been a tipping point. The carefully constructed dynamic—you, the smug menace who bossed him around; him, the defiant rival—had shattered.
Because the truth was, hearing you like that—coaxing instead of mocking, giving instead of taking—had utterly ruined him. His stupid, traitorous brain kept replaying it, twisting the memory into something horny, something that had him lying awake at night with his fists clenched, fighting the vivid image of you leaning in close, your voice like smoke, telling him exactly what to do.
The worst part?
He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted it. He didn't just want you to look at him. He wanted you to use that voice on him—be cold but intimate, uncaring but utterly focused, as if he were the only person in your world. He wanted to feel the weight of your command.
The realization was a punch to the chest, leaving him breathless.
Maybe he didn't just have a crush.
Maybe he was completely, desperately fucked.
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, leaning back as the menu loop droned on. Totally impossible. And yet, when you nudged his shoulder with yours, eyes half-lidded, voice lazy as you teased, “Already sulking for the next game?” his whole chest clenched like you’d caught him mid-confession.
Pathetic. That’s what it was. Hyugo was pathetic. Because one Discord call, one slip of your voice, had him spiraling. And now, every laugh, every brush of your arm, every stupid inside joke between you just cemented the fact:
He was in deep. Way too deep.
And you didn’t even know about it.
And now, as you leaned back, smirk tugging at your lips while Sol fumed and fumbled below you, sitting on the floor, Hyugo realized something else: no matter how many pranks you pulled, how many fights Sol started, how many games you dominated, he’d never be just a friend in the way you were to each other. He was the observer, the cleanup crew, the spectator of chaos, always caught between laughter and longing.
Yet even so, when you flashed that grin, the one that had Sol melting, he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop tracing the easy rhythm between you two. Couldn’t stop the quiet, burning thought that maybe—just maybe—he wanted it too.
Even if it was wrong.
Even if it was never his to have.
He coughed, cleared his throat, forcing a laugh as he nudged the controller. “Uh… you two done plotting world domination over me yet?”
You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips. “Don’t worry, Hyugo. I’ll save you a front-row seat—”
He blinked. No, no, this is wrong.
But the corner of your mouth twitched, and Hyugo knew, deep down, that maybe, just maybe… he didn’t want to leave that front-row seat. The spell of the moment broke when Sol cleared his throat, voice still pink around the edges from your earlier stare. “Alright, alright. Can we start playing again before I lose my mind?”
You leaned back, crunching on what little remained of your snacks, and smirked. “Yeah, but lowkey… we’re running dry in here. We need more fuel. I swear the three of us eat like a pack of raccoons.”
Hyugo stood up almost instantly, brushing teal strands back from his face. “Then let’s go to the store.”
You groaned, dramatic, sinking into the couch cushions. “Mmm… don’t really feel like going outside right now. Hair a mess right now.”
Sol shot you a look, lips quirking. “Lazy.”
Then, with a grin, he jabbed a thumb at Hyugo. “Hyugo can go. He knows what we like anyway.”
Hyugo froze, shoulders stiff. Go alone?
And leave you here—with Sol—in his apartment, surrounded by his things? No. Absolutely not. He pictured it already: you and Sol sprawled on his couch, laughter echoing in his space, your voice soft in ways he’d never hear for himself. Forty-five minutes at least. An eternity.
He wouldn’t risk it.
“Yeah, no,” Hyugo cut in quickly, shaking his head. “Not happening. You think I’m leaving my place with you two unsupervised? Not a chance.” His tone was playful, but his chest felt hot, heavy. “You’d burn the place down—or worse.”
“Worse?” you mocked, raising a brow.
Hyugo’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, hiding behind a hand raking through his hair. “You know what I mean.”
“Fine,” you said, standing suddenly, a sly grin tugging at your lips, energy shifting like a tide. “Sol can go. He came in last place, didn’t he? Punishment.”
Sol blinked, caught off guard, “Wait, what—no, that’s not—”
But you were already nudging him toward the door, laughter dancing in your voice. “C’mon, loser. Go fetch. You owe us snacks.”
“That’s not fair!” Sol protested, half stumbling, half laughing as you shepherded him forward. But he melted under your attention, defenses crumbling as soon as your voice softened, just enough praise in your tone to make him sigh and tug on his jacket. Sneakers on, laces tied, hair mussed from the rush—but he was obedient. Always.
Hyugo sank back into the couch, eyes flicking away, jaw tight. It wasn’t impressive anymore, watching Sol fold so easily for you.
A few words. One look. That’s all it took.
You leaned close as Sol paused at the threshold, tilting your head just so, and whispered something into his ear—soft, teasing, almost intimate. It made him freeze for a heartbeat, cheeks heating, lips quirking into a tiny, nervous grin. Then he mumbled, “…okay,” before stepping toward the door.
Hyugo’s chest ached in quiet, torturous waves.
He still lowkey hated how easily you commanded Sol, the way your laughter wrapped around him, the subtle, effortless way you drew him in without even touching. Sol adored you, clearly loved the little jabs and teasing, the dominance that wasn’t cruel—just playful. And you handled it like it was nothing, as though guiding him, coaxing him, bending him to your rhythm was the most natural thing in the world.
Hyugo watched, pink creeping into his cheeks, fingers brushing through his long teal hair, jaw clenched, eyes flicking away like a guilty child caught staring at something he shouldn’t. He couldn’t tear his gaze from you, not really, even as he told himself to look away.
And yet…
Every little glance, every whispered word, every shared smirk between you two felt like it carved its way into him. The way Sol’s face lit up under your attention. The way you could make him laugh, fluster, and obey—all without even trying.
Hyugo envied him. Desperately.
The second Sol left, the door clicked shut behind him—lock sliding into place like punctuation. You turned, back against the wood for a beat, listening to the sound fade down the hall before pushing off and heading back toward the living room.
You made your way back to the living room, just the low hum of the console menu looping through the speakers and the faint creak of the couch when you sat back down.
Unaware of Hyugo’s pulse thudded in his ears, his knee bouncing as he stared down at his hands. He didn’t look up, couldn’t. His mind just kept running the same line on repeat like a broken record:
Don’t look. Don’t want. Don’t ruin this.
He already knew how this went. You and Sol—there was a thing there, something unspoken but obvious. Hyugo had made his peace with that months ago. He was the sidekick, the best friend, the comic relief. Not competition. Definitely not the guy who got to sit here wondering what your laugh would sound like if it was only meant for him.
So he did what he always did—slapped on the playful grin.
That easy, smug expression that made him look untouchable. “Alright,” he said suddenly, voice cutting through the quiet as he straightened up. He clapped his hands once, loud and sharp. “Since Sol’s off doing his little snack pilgrimage, we might as well play something that doesn’t tank my IQ. You in?”
You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Something that doesn’t tank your IQ? Hyugo, the last three times I wasn’t here, Sol literally beat your ass.”
“Glitch,” Hyugo deadpanned, snatching a case from the shelf. “Obviously.” He popped it open and slid the disc in with practiced ease. “Anyway, this one’s just a warm-up. For fun. I’ll even let you play this time.”
You snorted, leaning against the armrest. “How generous. So I can carry you again?”
He flashed that grin, sharp enough to cut. “Cute. Keep talking. You’ll see who’s carrying who in about five minutes.”
Then he dropped back onto the couch, sprawling like he owned the place—arms stretched over the backrest, legs wide, posture loud and cocky. But even with all that exaggerated confidence, there was space left open beside him.
Yet, you ignored the open space next to him—completely, shamelessly, like it wasn’t even there.
Instead, you slid onto the couch behind Hyugo. Not beside. Not across. Behind. Moving with that lazy, confident ease that said you’d already decided this was happening. You tucked your legs under yourself and settled in, knees pressing lightly against his sides like a human frontrest.
Hyugo froze mid-breath.
You leaned forward a little, your chest pressing against his back, casual like it was nothing, and suddenly his entire nervous system decided to stage a rebellion.
His grip on the controller tightened; his eyes widened a fraction. The man was malfunctioning. “…Uh,” he croaked, voice breaking halfway through, “What—what are you doing?”
“Better view,” you said smoothly, your breath grazing his ear as you peeked over his shoulder at the screen. “I can see your hand movements this way.”
Hyugo blinked once. Then twice. Slowly turned his head toward the camera like this was a live recording of his suffering. “What?”
You just hummed, perfectly content. “Makes more sense. I like seeing how you play.”
Hyugo stared straight ahead, jaw tight. “You know… most people sit next to their friends. Like normal human beings.”
You rested your chin on his shoulder, the picture of innocence. “Relax. You’re not just a friend, and also, I do this to Sol all the time.”
That did it.
Hyugo’s whole expression moved. “You— you what?”
“Yeah,” you said lightly, shifting to get more comfortable—which, by the way, only made it worse. “He doesn’t mind. Says it keeps me from yelling at his terrible aim.”
Hyugo made a strangled noise in the back of his throat—half laugh, half internal screaming. “Oh, sure, yeah, great. No big deal. Totally fine. I’m just— a chair now. That’s cool. Everyone needs a… human gaming chair.”
You snorted softly against his shoulder. “Exactly. You’re getting it.”
He stared at the screen, deadpan, trying to pretend like his pulse wasn’t about to start Morse coding distress signals through his neck. “Yeah. Totally normal. This is… fine.”
It wasn’t fine.
Inside, his brain was doing donuts in the parking lot.
You were in soft, loose loungewear, the fabric whispering against him every time you shifted. The warmth of you pressed close— comfortable, familiar, but far too charged for his nervous system to survive intact. Your knees framed his sides, your breath touched the back of his neck, and he swore he could feel the pulse at your throat through the air between you.
Every inch of him was aware of you—the faint scent of you, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the quiet hum that lived in the space where your bodies nearly met. He could feel it, that gravity, dragging him in. No big deal, you’d said.
No. Big. Deal.
He laughed, the sound thin and too bright. “Yep. No big deal,” he muttered, mashing buttons on the controller like the screen could save him. Spoiler: it definitely did.
Because this was not no big deal. This was a crisis. A full-blown, emotional, cardiac event disguised as ‘friendly gaming.’ And when you murmured, all casual, “You’re tensing up, Hyugo. You okay?”
He nearly dropped the controller.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m chiling,” he said quickly, voice cracking halfway through. He coughed, as if that would erase the evidence.
You tilted your head, grinning. “What, nervous? Afraid I’ll distract you?”
He didn’t—couldn’t—look at you. “Nah. You could sit upside-down and I’d still win.”
Lie. He was already losing, completely derailed by the heat coming off you. His heart was beating like the game’s soundtrack, thudding too loud in his chest. Every small laugh that brushed his ear, every shift of the couch cushions, made it harder to think.
Then the match loaded in. Music kicked up. Armor on.
“Ready to lose?” he shot back, grin sliding into place like nothing had happened.
You smirked, leaning closer again. “You’re about to eat dirt.”
Five minutes later—
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Hyugo stretched like he’d just won a championship, arms up, controller dangling loosely from his hand. “First round goes to me,” he announced, grin pure smugness. He leaned back a little, just enough that his shoulder brushed you. You could practically feel the satisfaction radiating off him.
You squinted at the screen. Then at him. “Cheating. I’m calling it.”
He didn’t even look away from the scoreboard. “Or maybe,” he said, tone infuriatingly casual, “you’re just bad.”
Your jaw dropped. “Oh, it’s on.”
Before he could blink, you shifted position—quick, decisive, and absolutely personal. You slid closer, knees pressing into the cushions on either side of him, and reached around so your controller hovered just above his. Your arms boxed him in, your hands working over the same airspace as his, and the second match began like a scene from an overly dramatic esports documentary.
Hyugo’s whole body went rigid.
You? Completely oblivious. Locked in.
The second the match started again, your focus tunneled straight to the screen. Your face nearly brushed his as you leaned forward, fingers flying. “C’mon, c’mon—no way you’re getting another one—”
Meanwhile, Hyugo’s entire nervous system was malfunctioning. His brain screamed to move, but his body refused. He was suddenly hyperaware of every small thing—your laugh just beside his ear, the way your sleeve brushed his arm, the faint sound of you breathing when the game got quiet.
And somehow, despite all that, he still won.
“HYU!” you barked, tossing your head back in frustration. “Way to go. Fucking Hyugo. You’ve definitely played this way too much, huh?” Sarcasm sharp, tone dripping with frustration.
Hyugo snorted, trying to look cool even though his face was betraying him. “Natural talent,” he said, voice half a pitch higher than usual.
“Sure,” you muttered, crossing your arms and glaring at the respawn screen.
“Or maybe,” he said lightly, fingers still idly tapping the controller, “you’re just bad.”
“Oh, it’s on.”
Before he could blink, you slid your arms under his, controller locking right over his. Your torso pressed against his back, thighs snug on either side. Hyugo went completely still—like his soul just blue-screened.
You leaned forward, forehead nearly bumping his shoulder, muttering, “C’mon, c’mon, try me now, let’s see how cocky you are—”
Hyugo’s entire body heat up. Every breath came shallow, stuttering, his pulse crawling up the side of his neck. He could feel you move—everywhere. The faint brush of your knee, your arm sliding just slightly against his, the warmth of your voice rumbling against his back. His hands tightened around the controller like it was a lifeline.
And somehow, he still won.
“Hyugo!” you groaned, smacking your head lightly against his back. “No way. No way. You’re cheating. You’ve definitely played this too much, huh?”
Hyugo laughed—too loud, too sharp, like he was trying to drown out his own heartbeat. “Guess some of us are naturals.”
“Another round,” you said, chin practically bumping his shoulder. He froze. Controller still in hand, eyes glued to the screen. Then, slowly, subtly, he leaned forward—away from you.
“Uh-huh.” You tilted your head, watching him like a cat watching a bug. “Why’re you moving away like that?”
“No reason,” he said too fast, voice cracking a little at the end. “Just—next round, yeah?”
You leaned in closer, voice dripping with teasing sugar. “Hyuuuugo,” you sang out, dragging the name like you were tasting it. “Your pale ass is glowing. You’re redder than Sol after one shot. You overheating, or you catching feelings?”
He froze, and the look on his face should’ve told you everything.
But you didn’t catch it. Not at first.
Hyugo muttered something strangled, almost unintelligible, “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you sound fine,” you teased, poking his side with the controller, “Just admit you’re embarrassed I almost beat you.”
“You didn’t,” he grumbled.
“Almost,” you said, grinning against his shoulder like you knew it would annoy him.
He didn’t look at you. Not once. His teal hair fell forward, shadowing half his face, and that alone should’ve been your first clue. The air felt heavier now—warm, static, charged in ways you didn’t mean for it to be. Every time you leaned in, the couch dipped slightly, pulling you closer. Every movement, every breath felt exaggerated in the silence between button clicks.
And then it hit you. The realization.
How close you really were.
How your chest was pressed against his back. How your knees bracketed his sides. How your breath brushed the back of his neck when you leaned in too far, and how he—quiet, stiff, too still—wasn’t teasing you back. Not laughing, not pushing, not doing anything.
He wasn’t playing along.
You swallowed, guilt crawling hot up your spine.
God, how hadn’t you noticed? How could you have been that oblivious? You’d been all over him—touching him, crowding him—without even asking if he was okay with it.
And he just sat there, allowing it.
You pulled back like you’d been burned, heat rushing to your own cheeks. “...Hyugo.” Your voice came out softer than you meant it to, threaded with something raw. “Shit—hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—uh—get all up in your space like that. I wasn’t thinking.”
He didn’t turn right away. His fingers stilled on the controller, and for a second, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the console. Then he exhaled, slow, measured, setting the controller down on his thigh.
“I didn’t mean to make it weird,” you added quickly, eyes flicking away. “You can just say if I’m too close or—whatever. I’ll move.”
Hyugo’s head snapped toward you so fast his hair shifted over his shoulder. His lips parted, like he wanted to say ‘no, it’s fine,’ but the words got tangled somewhere between his throat and pride. He blinked once, twice, then shook his head, a little too quickly.
“It’s not that,” he muttered.
You frowned, still hesitant. “Then what is it?”
He didn’t answer right away—his jaw flexed, gaze fixed on the glowing screen like he was trying to anchor himself to something that wasn’t you. “Don’t… don’t act different just because I’m acting weird,” he said finally, quiet but firm.
You blinked, unsure what to do with that. “I’m not acting different, I just—” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, Hyu. That’s all.”
He laughed, low and forced, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You didn’t,” he said—too fast, too defensive. His ears betrayed him, though—still pink, still burning.
“Okay,” you murmured, suspicious, “if that’s the case… spill, Hyu.”
The couch dipped as you turned to face him properly. You weren’t touching him anymore—not really—but your knees still brushed when you shifted, that small, barely contact grounding you both in the thick quiet between you.
Hyugo didn’t pull away this time. If anything, he leaned the tiniest bit closer, like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that his brain was currently waving a thousand red flags. His eyes stayed glued to the controller in his lap, thumb fidgeting with the joystick like it was the only thing keeping him from self-destructing.
Silence. Then a sharp sigh. His shoulders sagged.
“If I tell you…” he muttered, voice low, strained, “you’re not gonna judge me?”
You blinked. That tone—half serious, half oh god, he’s actually stressed. “Whatever it is,” you said, matching his quiet, “I’m not gonna judge you.”
He didn’t believe that for a second. You could see it in the way his jaw worked, in the way he kept inhaling like he was about to say something but then stopped, like the words were traitors he couldn’t risk setting free.
Inside, Hyugo’s brain was an absolute war zone.
Okay. You can’t tell them you like them. That’s insane. You’ve known them for—what—months? Weeks? Long enough to know they sit way too close and smell good but not long enough to say, hey, you’re short-circuiting my nervous system.
He was practically vibrating with contained panic, staring at the screen like the gaming console menu would suddenly offer emotional support. The music looped again—just repetitive and taunting. Every time that cheerful tune restarted, it felt like the universe was mocking him.
You watched him quietly, brow furrowed. “You look like you’re debating whether to confess a crime.”
That got a reaction—barely. The corner of his mouth twitched, but the smile never quite made it. His eyes darted to you and back again, quick, like he’d looked directly into the sun.
You tilted your head, unimpressed. “Alright, what is this, huh? You—what—steal my snack stash? Read my texts? Accidentally order ten pounds of detective comics off my Amazon?”
He didn’t move nor blink. Just stared at the controller like it personally offended him.
“…Wait a sec.” You gasp, leaning closer like you’ve just uncovered a scandal. “Don’t tell me this is about the Discord call the other night.”
That’s the kill shot.
Hyugo freezes mid-breath—controller half-raised, shoulders locking up like his soul just blue-screened. His head whips toward you so fast you swear you hear his neck pop. “What—no—why would it be about that?” he blurts out, voice pitching halfway through like he’s sixteen and lying to his mom.
You blink at him, then grin slow and wicked. “Oh my god.” The grin breaks into full-blown laughter. “It is about that!”
“Stop—” he tries, but it’s too late.
You lean back, waving a hand. “Hyugo, relax. If you’re embarrassed ‘cause you breathed too hard into your mic, you’re fine. Half the people in that call sounded like Darth Vader with asthma.”
He drags a hand down his face, muffling what sounds like a growl—or maybe a dying prayer. His teal hair slips through his fingers as he groans, “You’re so wrong but so right at the same time…”
You pause. Normally, this is where he’d smack your knee with the controller, toss some sarcastic jab your way, call you “annoying” in that lazy, affectionate way he does. But this time? Nothing.
He just… shuts down.
Hyugo leans back against the couch, body turned away, shoulders rigid. The flickering screenlight cuts across his face—tense, jaw flexing, knuckles white around the controller. You can feel him closing himself off like slamming a door.
The laughter drains out of you. “...Hyu.” Your voice drops soft, careful now. “Whatever this is—it’s eating you alive. If you don’t tell me, I’m just gonna keep guessing until you do.”
The game menu loops again. Fifth time. Sixth. You swear you can hear the faint static hum of his thoughts frying themselves. Then—he laughs. Not the normal one, not that cocky chuckle. This one’s cracked and breathless, like it’s been fighting to escape.
“Look,” he mutters finally, shutting his eyes like if he can’t see you, maybe the confession won’t count. “It wasn’t the mic, okay?” His voice catches—almost a whisper. “It was you. That night. During the call.”
Your brows lift, somewhat pointing at yourself “...Me?”
He exhales, long and ragged, still not looking at you. “That night. During the the co-op horror game. The one where I left so abruptly. You think it was the jump scares? It wasn’t.” He swallowed, the motion painful and obvious, a flush of scarlet burning its way up his neck.
“You leaned into your mic. Your voice dropped to that… that whisper.” His tone wavered, rough and uneven. “Like, I know It was meant for Sol, just a bit of roleplay to mess with him, but it wasn’t him who fucking short-circuited. It was me.”
You stare at him, a few blinks behind his meaning. “…Ohhh,” you said at last, nodding slowly as if the pieces had finally clicked. “Right. Yeah. Okay. I get it now.”
Hyugo looks… hopeful? Cautious? He leans forward slightly, like you’re about to say something profound.
You ruin it instantly.
“Yeah, no, I totally get it. That night was wild, Sol was being such a horndog. I’d be embarrassed too if I had to witness that.” You laugh under your breath, waving it off. “Seriously, don’t even worry about it. He’s always like that—one flirty tone and he’s ready to combust. Man needs holy water.”
Hyugo just stares at you, face blanking in disbelief before contorting into something like visible pain.
“That’s—no—that’s not—” He’s sputtering, red to the ears. “I wasn’t talking about Sol!”
You freeze mid-gesture, your hand still half-raised. “…You weren’t?”
He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. His voice comes out half-strangled. “No! Not him!”
You squint, baffled, tilting your head. “Then what are you—wait—what the hell are you embarrassed about, then?”
The silence that follows is deafening. You can practically hear the moment his last thread of patience snaps—his chest rising with a shaky inhale, eyes darting anywhere but your face, like he’s seconds away from combusting.
You, of course, are still blissfully clueless.
For a moment, the only sound is thata damn game menu music looping, an absurdly cheerful little tune undercutting the gravity of the room. Hyugo drags in a sharp breath through his nose, shoulders quaking like he’s holding himself together by sheer force of will. When he finally speaks again, his voice has dropped low—hoarse and dangerous in its honesty.
“You.”
The word isn’t spoken; it’s hurled at you, a single, damning accusation that steals the air from your lungs.
Hyugo’s head lifts, teal hair falling into his eyes, but for once he doesn’t hide behind it. He pins you there with a look that’s almost feral—flushed, furious, and hurting all at once. “It wasn’t Sol. It wasn’t the game.” His voice shakes, low and rough, like gravel dragged across steel.
“It was you.”
He blurts it, no warning, like it’s been rotting behind his teeth and he can’t hold it anymore. His whole body’s leaning forward now, shoulders tight, fists digging into his thighs.
“Your voice. That night.” He lets out a short, broken laugh—dark, bitter, ugly. “Every breath you took, every whisper you aimed at him—supposed to be for him—I sat there and jerk off to it. Let it crawl under my skin until it fucking burned.”
His fingers flex, curl, uncurl, like he doesn’t even know where to put them. “Do you even get what that does to a guy?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Hearing you sound like that—soft, low, intimate—wrecked me. It put pictures in my head. Shit I had no right to imagine. And I couldn’t stop. You were giving it to him with your voice, and I—” His jaw locks so hard it looks painful. “—I just broke.”
Then it all spills.
“I had to do something. So yeah. I jerked off to your voice. Right there. In the dark.” He huffs a humorless laugh, eyes squeezed shut like he’s bracing for a hit. “Like some fucking animal. And it didn’t even work. Didn’t get you out of my head.”
He drags a hand down his face, teal hair sticking to his damp forehead, his breathing uneven. “This isn’t new. I’ve been fighting this for months. Fighting you.” When his eyes finally snap open—pleading and defiant at the same time. “So go ahead. Tell me I’m a freak. Tell me I made it all up. That I invented the way you sound, the way your breath hitches when you laugh. Tell me I’m crazy for wanting you so bad it feels like a sickness.”
You blinked.
Stared at him for a long, painfully slow second, like your brain was still downloading the absurd magnitude of what he’d just admitted. Then—soft, low, ridiculous chuckle. Not a “holy shit,” not a freak-out, just… a laugh.
“Okay, and?” you said, voice casual, like he’d just told you he ate your leftovers.
Hyugo’s jaw went slack. Eyes wide. Hands frozen mid-air, like he’d been caught in the act of the most unspeakable crime ever. “Wait… wait, what—?!”
You bent down, plucked the controller from the ground where it had fallen during his confession, and held it out to him like it was nothing. “Here,” you said, casually, “come on, an actual round before Sol gets back.”
His brain short-circuited.
Did you just… treat that like it was normal?
“You’re… not gonna hit me? Unfriend me? Call the cops?” He asked, still confused, watching you.
You, wearing casual smile across your face, sliding yourself back behind him. This time, you moved fully back into your usual position: legs warping around his sides, arms slipping under his, chin resting lightly on his shoulder, controller in hand.
Just perfectly casual.
“Oh my god, no, callin’ the cops seem a bit extreme,” you said, voice low, “plus close friends share weird stuff. We survive. We move on. Game time, right?”
Hyugo froze again, blinking like he’d landed in some parallel universe where this is just… normal. Slowly, hesitantly, he took the controller, holding it like it might spontaneously combust. “Right… right…” he muttered, eyes flicking nervously from the screen to your face, to the way your body was draped all over his.
You tapped a button, nudged slightly forward with your weight, smirking. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna make you redo your confession.”
His jaw tightened. Fingers twitched over the buttons, still half-expecting some sort of retaliation. But the longer he sat there, controller in hand, chin under your shoulder, legs snug against his sides, the more absurd it all felt. You weren’t mad, you weren’t grossed out, you weren’t even teasing him too much.
Hyugo let out a strangled laugh, low and panicked.
How… how can you… be so chill about this?
Meanwhile, you leaned closer, murmuring, “Focus up, loser. You’re about to get stomped again.”
The flush on his face? Peak crimson. The sweat on his palms? Peak nervous. And deep down, Hyugo realized… you weren’t losing your mind.
Not even a little.
Which, honestly, made him lose even harder.
The game started, but Hyugo’s focus was in tatters. His entire world had narrowed to the points of contact between your body and his. You pressed yourself even closer against his back, your chest to his shoulder blades, your chin a persistent, warm weight on his shoulder.
“You’re gonna lose,” you mumbled, your voice a low, pouting hum directly beside his ear. Your breath ghosted over his skin, and he flinched, his character on screen stumbling. “Why are you so stiff all of a sudden?”
He couldn’t form a sentence. Why were you acting so familiar, so normal, after his nuclear confession?
It was maddening.
Then, you shifted. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear before your teeth closed, gentle but careful, on the sensitive tip of his earlobe. A sharp jolt shot down his spine.
“You know,” you began, your voice conversational even as you licked a slow, soothing stripe over the spot you’d just bitten, “a lot of people get it wrong. With a joystick… the thickness is way more important than its stiffness.”
Your eyes, all knowing, looking down. His grey sweatpants did nothing to hide the hard, aching line of his erection, tenting the fabric and visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. You didn’t pause your gameplay. You simply brought your hand down, palm flat, and rubbed it slowly, intentionally over the length of him.
Hyugo gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. His controller slipped in his sweaty grip. “I mean,” you continued, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as your fingers traced his outline through the soft cotton, “size and thickness are both important, sure. But at the end of the day…” You squeezed him gently, and a broken moan was torn from his throat.
“…it’s not gonna feel good if it’s not hard.”
You licked his ear again just as the triumphant fanfare of the game’s end screen blared. He’d lost. He hadn’t moved his controller in over a minute.
“Called it,” you said, poking his burning red cheek. “You totally choked.”
“W-What are you… what are you doing?” he stammered, his body trembling, caught between pushing into your touch and fleeing from the overwhelming sensation.
You stilled your hand, your expression turning knowing. “I knew, by the way,” you said softly. “About that night.”
Hyugo’s blood ran cold. “What?”
“That you were there. In the Discord call. Sol was… distracted. His screen was probably full of me. He didn’t notice the third member lurking in the room.” You shrugged, a casual, infuriatingly graceful movement. “Kinda our fault for staying in the group chat instead of going private. But I saw the user list. I saw you.”
His breath hitched.
You knew. Fuck, you really knew. All this time, you knew.
“I wondered when you’d finally bring it up,” you mused, your fingers moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. “After all, it happened five months and four weeks ago.”
No, like dead ass part one was that long ago. I’m so so sorry, y'all.
With a deft flick, you untied the drawstring and pushed the fabric down his hips. His pale cock sprang free, hard and desperate, the tip already glistening with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, not quite stroking, just holding him, feeling the frantic pulse under your palm.
“So,” you whispered, your thumb sweeping over the slick head, smearing the moisture, rubbing gentle, torturous circles that made his hips buck and his eyes screw shut. “Are you going to tell me to stop?”
Hyugo’s eyes flew open. They were wide, filled with lust and shame. “This is… this is cheating. You and Sol… and you’re still willing to…”
You increased the pressure of your thumb, and his protest died in a guttural groan.
“No,” he pleaded, the word a raw, broken admission. He looked at you, all his defenses gone, completely laid bare. “No, don’t… don’t stop. Please.”
A slow, playful smile curved your lips. “Good boy.”
After all, this was his chance.
And you were finally, mercifully, taking pity on him.
In the space of a single second, you moved. Your arm, which had been draped so casually over his shoulder, now became an anchor. Your hand slid down his chest, over the frantic beat of his heart, past the tense muscles of his stomach, until your fingers found the desperate, straining heat of him through his pants.
Hyugo gasped, a sharp, choked sound. His eyes, wide with shock and raw need, locked with yours. You held his gaze, unblinking, as your fingers worked his cock with an unnerving, slowness.
“You wanted my voice, Hyu?” you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as your hand finally closed around him. He was hard and hot, and as you noted his size—not the largest you’d ever held, but perfectly, enticingly substantial—a slow smile curved your lips.
“You sat in the dark and let it wreck you. Now you’re going to get it. I’m going to wring you dry with it, just like you wished for.” Your praise was a weapon, and it shattered him.
“You’re doing so well for me,” you whispered, your thumb circling his tip, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there. He shuddered violently, his head falling back against the couch. “So responsive. Just from my voice and my touch. It’s beautiful.”
You tightened your grip, setting a relentless, slick rhythm. “How does it feel, Hyu? Tell me.”
A broken groan was torn from his throat. “It’s… good. So good. Please—”
“Please what?” you coaxed, your voice a low, intimate purr. But you didn’t wait for an answer. With your other hand, you cupped his jaw, forcing his head to turn and his glazed eyes to meet yours. “Look at me.”
Then you kissed him.
You pushed past his parted lips with your tongue, claiming the taste of his stifled moans. Your legs, still wrapped around him from behind, pulled him tighter against you as you leaned into the kiss, your chest pressing flush against his. You could feel the frantic hammering of his heart against your own, a wild, syncopated rhythm.
A soft, approving moan vibrated against his lips, and you felt him unravel in your hand, his control fraying at the edges.
“I’m— I’m gonna—” he pleaded, the words a ragged, desperate sob against your mouth. His body went rigid, every muscle straining as he spilled over your fist, his release hot and sudden, painting your fingers and his stomach with stark, white streaks.
You broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at your hand. “Whoa,” you breathed, a hint of a smirk playing on your swollen lips. “You were supposed to tell me you were close, kay?”
Hyugo could only pant, utterly spent and boneless against the couch, his eyes dazed and helpless.
You held his gaze, your expression turning playful. Slowly, you brought your cum-slicked hand to your lips. Your eyes never leaving his, you ran your tongue along the length of your fingers, cleaning them with a slow, sensual swipe.
“Next time,” you said, your voice dropping to a husky, promising whisper, “you’ll remember to warn me.”
The cheerful game music was a stark, absurd contrast to the charged silence between you. Hyugo was a statue of pure panic, his brain visibly short-circuiting—
“Hey, I’m back, I got us—” Sol’s voice died in his throat. Sol, frozen in the doorway, takeout bags dangling from his hands, and you, perched perfectly on his bare lap.
Your lounge shirt, which Sol had last seen paired with cozy shorts, now did little to hide the fact that it was the only thing you were wearing. The hem barely brushed the tops of your thighs, giving Sol a perfect, unforgiving view of your plush ass and the slick, puffy lips of your pussy pressed flush against Hyugo’s twitching cock. A clear, glistening streak of your arousal was already smeared across his tense stomach.
Sol’s eyes widened, darting from your face, to your bare legs, to the undeniable, intimate contact between your bodies. The bags hit the floor with a soft thud. “Holy shit.”
Hyugo made a sound like a choked animal. “Sol—!”
You simply sighed, the picture of mild inconvenience. “Ahh, heyy babe.”
“What the— What kind of— What are you two doing?!” Sol’s voice was strained, a desperate hope that this was some elaborate, terrible joke coloring his words.
You shifted slightly, a movement that made Hyugo hiss through his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. “Well,” you began, your tone utterly matter-of-fact, “I kinda got horny.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” Hyugo blurted out, his voice cracking. His hands flew down in a futile attempt to cover himself, to shield the very evidence that condemned him.
Sol’s expression shattered from shock into pure, unadulterated annoyance. His face flushed a deep red. “Not what it looks like?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. “Hyugo. It looks exactly like what it looks like. They’re naked on your dick.”
A soft, unbothered laugh escaped you. “He’s got a point, Hyu.”
Sol dragged a hand down his face, letting out a long, exasperated groan. “Oh my god. You actually did it. I leave for twenty minutes and you actually….” He leads off as he took in the scene—you draped over a rigid, crimson Hyugo, the charged air—and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
“Told you,” Sol said, his voice a low rumble aimed directly at Hyugo.
Hyugo’s head snapped up. “Told me what?”
“That she’d break you. When I went out, I knew. I knew exactly what she was planning to do to you the second I left.” Sol dropped the bags by the door, his eyes glinting with amusement. “She’s been plotting.”
Hyugo’s wide, bewildered eyes found yours in the screen’s reflection. “Have you?” he breathed, the question barely audible. “Have you been plotting this from the start?”
A slow smile curled your lips. You leaned in, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Maybe,” you whispered.
Before Hyugo could even process the seismic shift in reality, your hand slid down his stomach, your fingers tracing the hard, tense line of his bare cock. He jolted as if electrocuted, a sharp, choked sound escaping him. “Change of games,” you announced, your voice dropping into a sultry, conspiratorial whisper that was solely for the three of you. You gave Hyugo a gentle, soft squeeze, making his breath hitch.
“Seems like we already made Hyugo lose once tonight.” You tilted your head, a wicked grin playing on your lips. “He came just from my voice. Sol, you, on the other hand, have been a very good boy. You haven’t come at all yet.”
You looked from Hyugo’s stunned, flushed face to Sol’s.
“So, the new game is simple,” you purred, leaning back slightly but keeping your possessive grip on Hyugo. “The goal is to make me cum. Hard. The first one to completely shatter my composure and make me lose my mind wins.”
Sol’s grin was instantaneous and sharp. “I like this game. But what’s the prize for the winner? Besides the obvious, life-affirming glory of reducing you to a blissed-out puddle, of course.”
You tapped a finger on your chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmm, how about… bragging rights?”
Sol’s face fell into an expression of pure, comical outrage. “Bragging rights?” he spluttered, throwing his hands up. “Are you kidding me? We’re putting our pride, our stamina, our very souls on the line, and the pot is ‘bragging rights’? That’s the most bankrupt, pathetic stake I’ve ever heard!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you shot back, not sorry at all. “Is the chance to witness my earth-shattering orgasm not enough for you? Should I throw in a participation trophy, too?”
Sol’s blush deepened, but he held his ground, grumbling, “Pumpkin It just… lacks grandeur! It needs more… consequence.”
A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips. “Then how about this: the winner gets the memory of my undoing, courtesy of them, to replay in their mind forever. That’s a prize money can’t buy.”
Sol opened his mouth, likely to protest the intangible nature of the prize again, but a voice cut through the tension first.
“That’s not enough.”
Both you and Sol turned to look at Hyugo. He had been quiet, his teal hair shadowing his eyes, but now his gaze was sharp and fixed on you.
“Hyugo?” Sol asked, sounding almost wary.
Hyugo’s eyes never left yours. “Bragging rights are for children.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, heated whisper that was meant for you alone, yet hung in the air for all to hear. “If we’re doing this, we make it real. We make it tangible.”
You felt a shiver trace its way down your spine, yet still showed a smile. “What did you have in mind?”
A slow, knowing smirk tugged at Hyugo’s lips. “Whoever wins…”
Sol blinked, already wary. “Wait—hold on—”
You cut him off with a calm that only made the moment hotter, more dangerous. “No, let him finish,” you said, eyes gleaming. “I’m curious.”
Hyugo faltered for the first time under your gaze, closing the gap between you all, your voice smooth and unhurried. “Fine. Let’s raise the stakes, then.”
Both pairs of eyes locked on you.
“If either of you wins,” you murmured, dragging your gaze from Hyugo’s mouth to Sol’s unsteady stare, “you’ll get your reward—me, doing whatever you ask.”
Sol’s breath hitched, color rising to his cheeks.
“But…” You tilted your head slightly, the faintest smile touching your lips. “If I win—meaning if you come three times, by my hand—then you’re mine. You’ll serve, obey, and play nice until I decide otherwise.” You leaned closer to Hyugo, your words brushing his ear like silk. “So,” you whispered, voice dropping to something almost tender, almost cruel, “still think you can handle me?”
Hyugo swallowed hard, fraying under your stare. “I—yeah. I can.”
The single word was a spark to tinder. “Bet.”
You then shifted, turning to fully face Sol, “Don’t you think Hyugo’s cock looks so cute like this?” you mused, watching it twitch under your touch. “All desperate and flushed for me.”
A glint of possessive jealousy crossed Sol’s features. He took a half-step forward, but you didn’t let him speak. “Ah-ah,” you chided, pointing a finger at the space on the floor in front of you. “I’m in charge in of the game, so my rules, sit boy.”
Like a well-trained dog, Sol obeyed, a dark heat in his eyes. He shucked off his hoodie and pushed his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion, his own erection springing free.
You positioned yourself on the couch, leaning over Hyugo’s lap. You maintained eye contact with Sol as you took Hyugo’s length in your hand, giving the tip a slow, teasing lick. Your ass was arched high in the air, giving Sol a perfect, unobstructed view of your glistening, wet pussy.
“Come here,” you commanded Sol, your voice husky. You used two fingers to spread yourself open for him. “Play the game; fuck me.”
With a guttural sound, Sol was on his knees behind you. His hands gripped your hips, his large cock nudging at your entrance before he pushed inside in one smooth, deep stroke. The sensation forced a loud, want on moan from your lips, the vibrations traveling straight down Hyugo’s shaft, making his whole body tense.
You took him deeper into your mouth, encouraging him with a muffled, “C’mon, Hyugo. Use me.”
Hesitation warred with raw, desperate need in his teal eyes.
This was his chance, the line was already crossed.
With a broken groan, he gave in. His hands tangled in your hair, and he began to move your head, setting a rhythm, gently at first, then with more urgency, fucking your mouth in time with Sol’s thrusts. The sensation of being filled at both ends made you clench tightly around Sol, your moans becoming a continuous, muffled symphony around Hyugo’s cock.
“Easy, Hyugo,” Sol grunted, his own pace becoming frantic, his grip on your ass tightening. “You’ll make them choke.”
But the warning came too late. The overwhelming stimulation was too much. With a final, deep thrust, Sol buried himself inside you, groaning as he spilled his release. At the exact same moment, feeling your throat constrict around him, Hyugo lost his battle for control, his hips bucking as he came down your throat. Panting, spent, Sol and Hyugo collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs.
You were the first to speak, pulling off Hyugo with a wet pop and laughing breathlessly. “Well, look at that. Two Hyu, one Sol.” You glanced over your shoulder at a dazed, panting Sol. “Also, you’re always so rough on me, Sol. At least Hyugo here,” you patted Hyugo’s trembling thigh, “was playing the game right.”
Before Hyugo could even process your compliment, you were moving.
You rose to your knees and then straddled his lap, sinking down before he could utter a word. You rocked forward, the hot, damp silk of your cunt grinding against the rigid line of his exposed cock, soaking the length with the undeniable evidence of your own arousal.
A choked gasp tore from his throat, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself—or to hold you there. His eyes were wide, glazed with shock and a desperate, rising hunger.
“You said you could handle it,” you purred, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle, using his length to stroke your own aching folds. “So handle it.”
But you weren’t finished.
Because you were playing for a higher score.
Without breaking eye contact with the utterly wrecked Hyugo, your hand snaked out, finding Sol’s wrist where he sat frozen beside you. You guided his hand to the back of your head, a invitation he was too stunned to refuse. As you leaned down, taking Sol’s cock into your mouth with a practiced ease, you increased the pressure on Hyugo, a slick, pulsing, grinding that promised everything and gave nothing.
You kept the rhythm, a cruel and perfect metronome: a grind against Hyugo's throbbing cock, a deep, swallowing pull on Sol's.
It was simply too much. With a broken shout, Sol came, his release spilling down your throat. You took it all, swallowing before pulling back with a soft, pop. Then, you laughed. It was a bright, playful sound, utterly at odds with the debauched scene.
"Two," you announced, glancing between their wrecked expressions. Your hips were still moving in that slow, infuriating grind against Hyugo's soaked, aching cock. "Two, Sol and Hyu. Funny, isn't it? We've been at this for a while now..." You leaned close to Hyugo's ear again, your voice a taunting sing-song. "...and I still haven't come. Which, by my count, means..."
You let the sentence hang, your meaning crystal clear.
Sol, still catching his breath, and Hyugo, trembling with unsated need, locked eyes over your shoulder. A dawning, horrified realization passed between them. They were both two orgasms in the hole, completely at your mercy, while you, with a playful glint in your eyes, were still sitting at a perfect, infuriating zero.
You were winning.
Hyugo’s head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut, his body bowing under the relentless, teasing attention you paid him. "F-Fuck... not again..." he whimpered, his hips stuttering against you as he spent himself for the second time, overwhelmed and trembling.
You clicked your tongue softly, a mock scold as you felt the hot proof of his surrender against your thigh. "So soon, baby boy?" you purred, not letting up. "And here I was just getting started." Your focus was entirely his, your lips tracing a wet path from the hard plane of his chest back to a peaked, pink nipple, your tongue flicking over it just to feel him jolt.
Your core, still pressed against his oversensitive cock, was a slow, maddening grind. Fuck. You were going to ruin him.
On the floor beside the couch, Sol sat dazed, lazily stroking his own cock as he watched you work. A look of pure, awestruck reverence was on his face. Hyugo noicted, No wonder he listens to you so much, he thought, captivated by the cruel, beautiful precision of your teasing.
He couldn't afford to let you beat him—not at this.
Just as you leaned down to whisper another tormenting promise in Hyugo's ear, the dynamic shattered. In a surge of desperate strength, Hyugo moved. He flipped you with a grunt, pinning your back against the couch cushions, his body caging you in. His eyes, dark and blazing with a newfound resolve, looking to Sol.
"Sol. Hold the wrists."
You blinked, startled. "Huh?"
Without a second of hesitation, Sol was moving, snapping out of his daze. He knelt by your head, his hands—strong and sure—encircling your wrists and pinning them gently but firmly above your head. "Sorry, boss," he murmured, though he didn't sound sorry at all.
Meanwhile, Hyugo slid to his knees on the floor, pushing your legs far apart, his gaze fixed on the heart of you. He dragged two fingers through your slickness, his touch deliberate and knowing. "You said whoever wins has to make you cum hard," he stated, his voice rough but steady. "Why can't both of us compete for it?"
The audacity of it, the sheer, collaborative cheating, caught you so off guard that a burst of laughter escaped you. "By tag-teaming? You cheaters!"
Hyugo’s smirk was a triumphant thing. "Your rules. You never said we couldn't."
Oh, fuck.
The realization dawned as you felt Sol's lips on your neck, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to be a promise, while Hyugo’s head dipped between your thighs, his tongue laving a slow, devastating stripe that made you arch off the couch.
The game was far from over.
It had just become a contest to see which of them could break you first.
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Tje feeling lap of Hyugo’s tongue that made your eyes flutter shut and a soft, breathy sigh escape your lips. "Just like that, Hyu... so good for me," you praised, your head tilting back in surrender. It was that surrender he craved, the proof that he could unravel you. But the victory was gone in an instant.
Sol’s presence enveloped you from side of you, where Hyugo was fervent worship, Sol was possessive claim. His mouth found yours in a deep, distracting kiss, his tongue plunging in a rhythm that mocked Hyugo’s efforts below. He broke the kiss with a smirk, his thumb circling your nipple with a practiced, teasing pressure.
"Sounds like he's finally found something he's good at, pumpkin,” Sol murmured against your skin, his other hand guiding yours to the hard length of his cock, forcing your fingers to curl around him. "But let's not forget who knows how to really play you."
Ugh.
Hyugo’s thought was a furious, desperate spike in his mind. Of course Sol knew. He had the map of your body memorized, knew every shortcut to your pleasure. But this couldn’t be how it ended. Not with Sol stealing the climax he was fighting so hard to give you.
He must win.
Hyugo hands tightened on your thighs, anchoring you. He delivered a gentle, punishing bite to your inner folds, before he dove back in with a renewed, frantic purpose. He replaced broad, languid strokes with the pointed, penetrating thrust of his tongue, fucking you with it in a relentless.
The moan was torn from you, breaking free from Sol’s kiss. Your attention, your pleasure, wrenched away from Sol and back to the man between your legs. Your hands fisted in Hyugo's teal hair, not pushing him away, but pulling him closer, your gaze locking with his glinting, triumphant one as he worked you over.
God, he’s so much better at this than Sol.
Maybe it was because he was a foodie—every lick was a study in savoring. Each suck on your clit was exquisite, building a coil of pleasure so tight you trembled. But then Sol’s fingers found your soaked, puffy cunt, rubbing teasing, maddening circles just beside where Hyugo’s mouth worked so diligently. His bites and kisses along your neck were a counterpoint, a symphony of overstimulation designed to shatter your focus. "Come on, pumpkin," Sol coaxed, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "Don't hold back from me.”
Oh, no.
You felt it approaching, Hyugo felt it too—the moment your body began to teeter, the rhythm of your moans shifting, becoming Sol’s as much as his. A fierce frown etched onto his face, his movements never ceasing. No. Sol was not going to take this from him.
He was not going to be the background noise to your climax.
Hyugo stood up, the movement awkward and jerky, all his usual cool evaporated. He fumbled with cock, and he held it at the base like it was a foreign object he wasn't quite sure how to operate. He looked from the flushed, eager tip to your slick, glistening pussy, your fat folds spread open and waiting. A look of pure, unadulterated panic crossed his face.
You couldn't help it. A low, throaty laugh escaped you, the sound echoing in the living room. Hyugo’s gaze looked over to Sol, who was passed out cold beside you, a blissed-out idiot smile on his face, his own cum still leaking from his cock. "Three strikes, he's out of the game.," you mused, poking Sol's limp arm. It flopped bonelessly. "Three for Sol. Two for you."
You looked back at Hyugo, your eyes glinting with a challenge that was both a dare and a promise. "Your move." You reached down, using your fingers to spread yourself wider for him, a blatant, unashamed invitation. "Well? You talked a big game." You smirked, the taunt clear in your voice.
“Insert me.”
Hyugo's breath hitched, his control visibly fraying. He inched the tip forward, the broad head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance, a teasing promise of what was to come.
"You know," you said, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was a direct callback to the very one that had undone him, "for a guy who was ready to spontaneously combust over a voice call, you're looking a little... hesitant. Don't tell me the great Hyuhyu is all talk?"
That was the final straw.
A low, guttural sound ripped from his throat—part growl, part triumphant laugh. "You just had to ping me, didn't you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with a newfound, playfulness.
In one brutal, perfect thrust, he rammed his entire length into you, sheathing himself to the hilt. The air was punched from your lungs in a shared, sharp cry. For a single, suspended moment, he was still, his eyes wide and stunned, locked with yours as he processed the overwhelming, silken heat clenched tight around him. His hands, which had been trembling, now clamped onto your thighs.
"Fuck," he breathed, a cocky grin twisting his lips as he began to move, setting a punishing, pulsingpace. "Look at that. Latency is zero. Perfect sync." He leaned his head back, a vein throbbing in his temple as he fought for control, his hips driving into you with relentless precision.
His earlier vulnerability was gone, burned away by a predatory focus. Each rough, thrust of his hips drove you further into the cushions, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the couch fabric behind you.
“You feel that?” His voice was a low, rough grunt in your ear, his breath hot against your damp skin. “That’s a direct input.”
The words were so absurdly… ugh, so him, that a look of cringe warred with the overwhelming pleasure. But you didn't have time to think. Another deep, punishing stroke hit exactly the right spot, and your thought process shattered into a static whine. Your back arched, a broken moan torn from your throat.
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. His hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he set a ruthless, perfect rhythm. "You're taking the combo so well," he growled, his own breathing ragged.
Before you could even form a coherent protest against the metaphor, he shifted his angle, lifting your leg, plunging deeper, “Hyu!” You moaned out.
The sensation was so intense it felt like a system shock, short-circuiting your nerves.
"But let's see if I can make you drop your frame rate." His pace became erratic, brutally fast, then agonizingly slow, denying you any chance to find your footing.
"Let's see you cum ONLY for me."
Hyugo’s eyes vanished, replaced by a terrifying, focused intensity. A low, guttural sound tore from his throat, half-moan, half-growl of pure conquest. “And I bet on it, I will win,” he vowed, the words a hot, ragged promise against your lips. His hands, which had been trembling just moments before, were suddenly sure and demanding.
One slid from your face, splaying possessively across your stomach, while the other wrapped tightly around your thigh, yanking you flush against him. His forehead pressed against yours, forcing direct, unbroken eye contact. In the periphery, Sol’s passed out form was a forgotten in this brutal game.
Hyugo didn't give a single fuck.
So what you ‘belong’ to Sol, so what you and him are together. He’ll take this chance and ruin the living shit of of you, just to beat this game.
His mouth crashed back onto yours, all tongue and teeth and desperate, hungry noise. This wasn't some sweet, romantic shit; this was him taking what he’d been fantasizing about for months. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, fisting in your hair to yank your head back and claim your throat.
"Fuck," he growled against your skin, his voice ragged. "You feel that? This is what you did to me. All those nights listening to you. This is what you fucking asked for."
He drove into you, each thrust a punctuation to his words, the couch creaking under the force; definitely not friendly competition for a game. “Hyu! Holy shit…”
It was just raw, sweaty, and so damn good.
His mouth crashing onto yours, all the pent-up frustration and jealousy of months erupting into a feverish, clumsy clash of teeth and tongue. His hands were everywhere—tangling in your hair, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt to feel the frantic beat of your heart against his palm.
When he finally pushed inside you, it was with a guttural groan that was pure relief. He wasn't as generously large as Sol, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in a desperate, focused intensity. He angled his hips, chasing a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
"Fuck!" you cried out, your back arching off the couch.
"See?" he panted against your neck, his voice thick with triumph and strain.
He was staring right down at you, his eyes dark and blown out, watching every single one of your expressions shatter. "Gonna cum for me, you fucking tease?" he panted, his rhythm turning brutal, perfect. "Gonna let me feel it? Or do I have to fuck it out of you?" He was trying to break you, to make you lose that cool composure that always drove him insane.
His movements was relentless, the sound of slick skin and his balls hitting your ass a lewd, counterpoint to your moans. Determined to make you break first, he shifted, one hand wrapping around your throat—not to hurt, but to claim, to dominate. The pressure was just enough to make your head spin, your vision spotting as you looked up at him, your expression utterly vulnerable.
You were wound so tight you could shatter, a live wire of pure need, and you knew only he could break you. “Hyu… please…” you begged, your voice a ragged, broken thing. “I’m so close… don’t you dare stop.”
His answer was a guttural groan against your sweat-slicked neck, his pace turning punishing, relentless. You could feel the coil of your own orgasm tightening deep in your belly, a storm about to break.
“That’s it,” you panted, your nails scoring down his back, claiming him. “Just like that… fuck, your cock is the only thing that makes me feel this full. I’m gonna come all over it. I’m gonna come for it.”
The confession shattered his control. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. He drove into you, deeper, harder, as if he could fuse you together.
“Yes! More,” you cried out, your body arching off the bed, every muscle taut. “Be rougher, Hyu, I don’t care—just make me cum! I want to scream your name when I do. I want to drench your fucking cock.”
You felt him swell inside you, the telltale sign of his own climax approaching. Panic and desire lanced through you. “No, wait—Hyugo,” you gasped, your eyes flying open to lock with his fever-bright gaze. “Don’t pull out. Please… I need to feel it. I need to feel you come inside me. Fill me up. Please.” Your words, that raw, desperate plea, snapped the last thread of his restraint.
With a broken shout of your name, his hips slammed home and stayed there, buried to the hilt. You felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release deep within you, a flood of heat that triggered your own shattering climax.
Your vision whited out. A silent scream was torn from you as you convulsed around him, your inner walls milking his cock in a relentless, pulsingwave, drawing out every last drop of his seed. He collapsed against you, his body heavy and shuddering, his face buried in your neck as you both fought for air, joined completely in the aftershocks. The only sound was your ragged breathing and the wet, intimate sound of his spent cock still nestled deep inside you.
He had just enough strength to roll you both over, collapsing onto Sol’s and snapping the other man out of his stunned silence. You lay dazed and boneless on Hyugo’s chest, feeling the evidence of his victory begin to leak from you.
Sol stared, his jaw slack. "Did... did he win?"
You didn't even open your eyes. “Yeah,” you murmured, a blissed-out smile on your face. "Hyugo won."
"I can't believe it," Sol muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But his prize doesn't mean he gets to keep you all to himself."
Your eyes fluttered open. "Who says you have to be separate?" you mused, your voice lazy. "Maybe the prize is... sharing."
Before Sol could process the invitation, Hyugo’s arms tightened around you possessively. "I won," he growled, his cock already stirring again inside you. "I get to do whatever I want. And I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh, hell no," Sol said, his own arousal now obvious.
As they began to argue over you, you let out a sigh that was more contentment than annoyance. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, catching their attention. Slowly, you spread your legs, letting them both see the undeniable, overflowing proof of your shared passion.
"You're both so loud," you chided softly, your gaze flicking between their flushed faces. "I'm still not satisifed. So, are you going to keep yelling, or are you going to do something about it?"
They fell silent, two rival now utterly tamed by the same desire. And as they looked from your sated, demanding expression to each other, a new, unspoken understanding passed between them.
You smiled.
You had gotten exactly what you wanted.
And you were, God, you were.
Your nails dug into Hyugo’s back, your legs locking around him to pull him deeper as Sol’s hands began to wander your body. Your breath came in sobbing gasps that were their names, a tangled, desperate prayer. And Sol, watching Hyugo move within you, his own length hard and aching, could only think one thing.
Insert You.
♤ — 𝓉𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒷 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
iyayadonna, all rights reserved. — ⋆˚ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ꩜ 。⋆ .ᐟ
꩜ – SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA :: what happens when you put sol in the friendzone?
1/2 .ᐟ.ᐟ – (18+) :: content – tkatb sol x gn!reader, yandere, obsessive/possessive dynamics, toxicity, dubcon/non-con, stalking, implied somnophilia
friendzoned!sol who is too sweet about the fact that you’d told him you weren’t ready and that you just wanted to be friends, just until you figure out how it is you feel exactly. even when he’d poured his heart and soul out into his confession.
in fact, sol liked to think he was barely heartbroken — sure, he wanted you badly, wanted to spend every waking hour holding you hand and cooking you meals and cuddling you to sleep, but he also just wanted you period.
and this wasn’t technically a no. it’s just a maybe. and for you? sol was nothing but absolutely patient.
friendzoned!sol who quickly learns that he hates being hyper-aware of where he stands, which is about 500 light years too far from where he really wants to stand. he’s fucking patient. he’s sweet. he never oversteps, hugs you and lets you go the minute you loosen up, buys you food and walks you home like a good friend. but he hates how he has no right to hate when you’re not with him.
when you’re staring at anyone else. sol thinks those eyes are his.
friendzoned!sol who needs you to run to him when no one else understands you — because no one else does. so he’s always waiting by his phone, preparing your favorite snacks for when you call him crying, asking him to come over because you were just so alone. he’s never going to make you wait any longer than five minutes; sol is at your doorstep before you can cry or bury your face into anything (or anyone) else.
friendzoned!sol hates himself for how selfish he is. in his defense, you’re torturing him without even realizing it; you’ve become so affectionate ever since you’d told him you just want to be friends right now, and part of him thinks it’s because you feel guilty. in a way, it’s endearing; you’ve always been too sweet, too kind to him. but whenever you hug him, whenever your hair tickles the skin of his neck or your eyes beam back at him, he loses focus.
he’ll inhale lungfuls of your perfume when you’re crying into his shoulder, as if trying to memorize the scent; he’ll offer you his sweaters and his t-shirts when you’re cold because he cares (and wants people to know who you really belong to). he’ll steal a kiss from your cheek when you’re upset under the guise of comforting you.
sol knows it’s selfish, especially when you’re so gentle, allowing yourself to be so vulnerable around him — but if he can’t have you yet, he’ll settle. he’ll be the puppy lapping at whatever scraps you graciously give him.
friendzoned!sol, who grows braver, playing around with the line seperating friendship with something else, as you learn to trust him more.
he sees the way you seem to smile more when he comes to sit with you. when he invites you to skip classes with him. when he’s the one staying with you until you fall asleep after walking you back to your apartment. and he’s starting to say more — you deserve to know you’re beautiful, deserve to be drawn in your focused stupor in the classroom, or in the dark when you’re asleep and your hair is all tangled up.
you deserve to be needed, not wanted. and sol needs you. badly. even if you’ll only have him as a friend (for now!)
friendzoned!sol, who’s more than friends with you for a few hours at a time; that is, when you’re asleep. he’s not just your fucking friend, not when his fingertips are cradling your cheeks as you snore quietly, tracing your jawline like you’re made of porcelain.
sol can’t possibly be just your friend when he’s the one in bed next to you every night — even when you don’t realize it.
even when you’re out cold. he wishes he didn’t have to knock you out to finally be your lover, but again, he’s settling for what he’ll get.
friendzoned!sol, who dreams of being more as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales. as he listens to the soft sound of your breathing — inhale, exhale — as if it’s gospel. as he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to the space between your jawline and your neck, gripping your waist tight with his fingertips to ground himself.
“fuck,” sol all but whimpers, engulfed in your aroma. “haah. you smell perfect. my best friend.”
it’s all your fault, really. how could sol just be your friend when you’re everything he’s ever wanted – good enough to eat –always pressed against him so delectably like a missing puzzle piece?
he’s greedy as he tugs your resting frame closer into his chest, unwrapping the sheets gently and revealing your collarbone beneath your blanket. sol’s breath hitches.
his head dips down, tongue licking a steady stripe, tracing the shape of your bones, all the way up to your lips. and then he’s sucking at your mouth, moaning at the way you hum groggily without stirring awake.
would you dream of him? would you make those sounds for him and only him?
fuck.
friendzoned!sol who’ll always be your friend.
who’ll always be sweet on you, who’ll be at your beck and call as long as you have the ability to tell him. and since he’s just such a good friend, he’ll always be there to tuck you back into your blanket and press soft kisses to your forehead as he lets you drift back into deeper sleep. he’ll always make sure he’s as quiet as possible when he’s climbing back out of your window.
friendzoned!sol, who’s just your friend — until you realize that you always have been and always will be only his.
@ ttakdoll, 2026
got sidetracked writing something else so here's a short for my beautiful boy !
