May 25, 2024
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missed the 10th anni of one of my fave games of all time, some Red doodles i've drawn but haven't posted in the past couple months
BAD BOY DOWN!
s. on one of your usual days at work as an art seller for a luxury agency, a cocky and devilishly handsome sukuna meets your acquaintance, sparking a feeling you just can't ignore and neither can he.
w.c. 11.7k
w. fem! reader, mafia!sukuna! x reader , strangers to lovers! fluff!, smut! barely there angst! ermmm mentions of murder and crime? errr he eats your ass a little hehe because of how down bad he is
a/n: im feral for the thought of mafia sukuna. hope ya'll enjoy, as always it's not well enough proofread but ill do it as I reread it and catch the off stuff. hehe I really liked this and might want to write more instances of him. (also creds to the artist of this art of him! I did not make it or own it!)
"do you need help ma'am?"
there's a hobbling elderly lady struggling to walk across the street, what with the slightly heavy bag of vegetables she's trying to haul with her and her cane in her other hand.
she looks slightly ashamed that someone's offering help, probably the reminder that she's a bit dependent on others now. but when she looks up to make eye contact with you, wide young eyes in worry that only a grandchild could carry, her gaze softens and she bashfully hands you her brown paper bag.
she giggles a little when you carry it on your hip and have one careful hand out in case she needs extra physical help on the walk across.
when you finally cross the street, she motions for you to give the bag back, textured small hands opening and closing in your direction. you lean back a little with the bag in your arms, not thinking it a problem to accompany her further, you didn't have to go work for at least forty more minutes.
"I live right here." she smiles, hoarse voice happy when she lightly juts her head to the doors to an apartment building right next to you.
"oh," you sigh and hand the bag to her, slightly embarrassed that you kept her groceries from her, "I can still open the door for-"
"the doorman can do that." she fwips her hand
then she stares at you, her crows feet pronounced as she grins at you.
"pretty pretty girl." she says warmly, reaching a hand up to softly pat your cheek.
you're at work later after helping that lady cross the street, warm feeling bubbling in your body at the compliment and caress she gave you.
you sell and manage art for an exclusive agency/musuem. and today you so happen to have a large silent auctioning event for some pieces from the heian era. not your preferred range, but hey there's a lot of people here now that are willing to pay a lot for some of them.
it's also a great networking event for artists of the agency too, wandering around and hoping someone as rich as the Medici's can keep them as a little pet.
you've done your more than fair share of repeating the same monologue and facts over the pieces to some clients when you wander and head over to one of the art pieces on the wall. it wasn't part of the auction, but it was your favorite here at the museum, perfectly distanced enough from the crowd so that you wouldn't have to really interact with anyone before you went back to working.
you wish you could afford it
the paycheck plus commission from working at a prestigious place like this was hefty, but not that much for a luxury like that.
it's none of that abstract emotion crap.
yes you know everything could be art, but hey you have preferences.
it reminded you a lot of Monet, so pretty and elegant. it was even more disheartening when it had two sister pieces from the same line by the artist too. the only three from that artist that had such a magical heart to it.
"this not part of the auction is it?" a gruff voice speaks
now, you don't like judging people based on their looks. you're a very liberal person. some artists and uptight rich people that shop here wear and decorate themselves in the most peculiar way, but you're slightly taken aback at this man.
he has these lined tattoos on his face.
face tattoos. and you're NOT judging, but it's just not a casual thing to see. you don't mind tattoos, but nobody really tattoos their face unless it's for cultural reason, they're involved in the wrong circles, or just kinda dumb.
he looks far from dumb though.
he's very handsome actually.
"n-no," you answer quickly once you realize you've taken a little too long to answer him. nonetheless, you quickly regain your posture and stick your hands behind your back, he's a customer either way, you have to do your job.
you enter customer service mode and reach a hand to motion towards the pieces for auction, "but the heian pieces we have are right over there, I can tell you-"
"I already placed my offers earlier," he does a slight tch with his mouth, a personality tick of his probably, and he stands still where he is, still looking at the painting in front of you.
"that's good to hear," you gulp, caught off guard by how dense his presence is, "we have a similar collection coming in-"
"you really like this one?" he completely ignores you and juts his chin towards the painting, looking at your for a few seconds before looking back at the painting.
and those few seconds were so blissful.
his eyes are really pretty, they're an intense red, but you felt enraptured being held in his gaze.
"I do." you breathe, nervously shifting so that you can look at him and the painting at the same time.
"I was in a gang when I was younger," he says curtly, so freely aired to you
your jaw drops a little and you're confused as to why he would-
he peers over at you a little from his spot towering over you, an eyebrow slightly raised at you in a sort of knowing.
"the tattoos, they're from before."
"oh! I wasn't! no! it's not-"
"you go out makin friends with face tattoo guys?"
and again he has you speechless, mouth opening and closing to say something
"you'd be stupid if you did." he does that small tch again, looking over at the painting again, "shit's not normal."
"I don't." you regain some confidence, bashing yourself in the head wondering where the yapster in you went.
"good." he gruffs
"how much this worth anyway?" he seems a little unimpressed by it when he points his jaw towards it
"150,000." you chirp, gazing at the painting again with appreciation.
when you look at him, he looks slightly confused and disgusted by the price. and you know its just because he really doesn't like it a lot, its a girly painting and he's well...
he's got a sharp undercut, dirty pink hair spiked back. there's black studs on his ears, the obvious face tattoos and probably more beneath the dark black suit he's wearing, which is nicely tailored because you can make out his beefy lean build through it.
but you figure he's probably spending the same if not more on those heian artifacts if he's here.
"everyone has different taste," you shrug, "I'm not really a fan of the heian stuff."
he hangs his head when he looks down at you, almost a bit sassy?
"I know. never seen a pretty face look so empty talking about a thousand year old tapestry."
when did he see you explaining the pieces? how'd you miss him in the crowd? oh no, you internally groan, if he could tell then so could everybody else-
"nobody cares that much," he says, fully turned to you now, tilting his head when he sees just how panicked you look, almost as if he can tell what's on your mind, "the riffraff here only care about playing their ballbusting competition between each other."
"and you're here because?" feeling your heartbeat stabilize at his weird reassurance
"I like it and I can afford it"
another tch.
you're starting to really like that habit of his
wait, how can he afford it? what does he work in? as far as you know getting a high paying job with visible face tattoos is well, kinda close to impossible unless you're some rap artists or in the mafia...
one of your eyebrows is softly quirked up and you're about to open your mouth, but he beats you to it.
"you let everyone read your face this well?" he cocks his head to the side, observing you with amusement as he opens his mouth just a little, his sharp tooth biting down on the tip of his tongue in what you think is a weakening type of smirk, "waste management and a couple of bars is what I do, angel face."
you can't even act like this is a regular interaction with how not regular he's speaking to you, your usual work attitude towards guests washing away with him.
you pucker your lips a smidge and your eyebrows furrow in a playful curiosity as you side eye him a little, "do you interrupt everyone this often?"
he lets out a singular laugh, bearing his fanged smile at you when it dissipates, "only the ones easy to mess with."
your jaw drops a little, for the nth time
the audacity!
"I'm at work and you're saying all these things that aren't a regular interaction for me here!"
"and what were you working on all the way over here?" he retorts leaning down into your space
you fight the urge to roll your eyes and take a deep breath, steadily digging your heel into the hard floor as a way to stabilize yourself.
"taking a small break."
"aw don't look so mad at me," he tuts so endearingly, " 's cute but I don't want to stress that little heart of yours."
you feel yourself growing soft at the words, stomach feeling fluttery and like a fairy threw up in it.
but no no. you can't flirt with a client. much less one with face tattoos. it's just. it's not viable. this isn't a movie and your mom would sooooo kill you for even considering it. and even if he has clean money, he looks like bad news, like he'd just want you as a plaything.
"I appreciate the flattery mister..."
"sukuna." he smiles so handsomely
"mister sukuna, but this is a work event and I really can't be-"
he stands tall all of a sudden and puts his hands in his pockets, motioning with his head towards the painting, "put that on my account."
"HUH?"
he gives his back to you and starts to walk away, "you heard me angel face."
later, after everyone’s left, you’re left to look at the auction paperwork leftover with your boss
"mister sukuna requested that all of the heian artifacts be sent to his estate..." your boss worriedly reads to you from his paperwork, "and for the peony in night painting be sent your address."
"what?!"
you dash to his side to read the document with him.
there was your name and the request for it to go wherever you lived. when did he even get your name?
"you didn't know?" he looks at you, wide eyed.
"no!" you quickly answer, heart beginning to race, overthinking brain running wild that people will think you seduced him or did something else to have such an expensive piece sent to your home, "I didn't do anything! I swear! We just talked about the painting and he asked me how much it was, said he was going to buy it and then he left!"
"well whatever you did was good enough for him to gift you such a piece," he pushes his glasses back up, tired eyes skimming over the rest of the document to make sure everything else was in place. your boss then picks up another paper from his desk and pushes it towards you, "doesn't matter anymore, sign off on these and put your address."
you're on the phone with your best friend satoru after the painting gets moved into your apartment by the delivery workers of your agency later that week.
"okay and why aren't you hopping on his dick????" he asks crudely, unphased as you can hear him trim his finger nails through the phone
"he's like, not presentable satoru," you breathe, stressed as you brush your hair back, "he had a bunch of tattoos on his face and had that whole playboy thing going on."
satoru hums in response, too focused on what he's doing
"this is too much money spent on me by a stranger, I feel guilty, what if he thinks this is going to get me to sleep with him? what do I do?"
"okay chilllllllll," he drags on, "tattoos aside, was he hot?"
you stay quiet, knowing where this was going.
"oh ho hooooo you think he's hot. what's wrong with letting him get a taste then?"
"because I'm not like that." you say firmly, patience being tested by the white haired fiend.
"you're sooooo boring," he sighs before taking your side, "the guy can't force you to sleep with him, he already signed it away to you. and it'd be pretty distasteful to harass you at your place of work for some pussy."
in the process of biting the skin at the edges of your nails off you look at the new painting hanging on your wall.
"okay, you're right."
"besides what kinda face tattoos were they? was he on some lil xann shit?"
"no," you exhale, recalling his face, "they were like these sharp lines outlining his cheeks."
"he in the mafia or something?"
"no he said he does waste management and owns a couple of bars."
"don't know why you're so opposed to riding that then, you sound way too dreamy talking about him."
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHY!"
and so what if mister sukuna's become a little fantasy of yours as the days go by? being with him isn't feasible, but that doesn't mean you can't be flattered by his advances towards you.
you're just a girl after all.
he hasn't come back, something you shouldn't really allow yourself to be bummed out about, but you still feel hopeful everyday before work.
stop, it's not going to happen.
it's what you tell yourself as you walk into a fancy nightclub kinda bar with your coworkers one friday. one of them sold a 500k dollar vase from the victorian era and said drinks were on them tonight. free drinks were free drinks and you really wanted to see if this bar would make lychee martinis.
although not vip, even the normal tables were expensive looking. there wasn't that horrible packed stench of vape smoke and sweat. this place smelled lingering cigarette smoke and expensive cologne, something like guerlain.
you've entrusted your bag to one of your coworkers by the time you've headed off to the bar real quick to make your order.
they don't make lychee martinis
but at least they had espresso martinis
so you're sipping on one within a few minutes, seated comfortably on the luxury couch to your table as you look around the club/bar.
it's so pretty and classy.
there's chandeliers that somehow don't clash tackily with the slight colorful low lighting pulsing with the music. the floors are clean and the seats are made out of soft leather. even the people here are dressed accordingly. no girls were wearing sneakers here, so magical.
and when you look straight ahead, there's some sort of vip room aside from those at the balcony. must be a fortune to expense. one of the curtains shuffles and you can only make out a little bit of the inside.
its dimly lit by red chandeliers and the couches are-
the double doors open as a group of men walk out. and as they move out, a face goes immediately detected by you.
seated at the end of the room, smack right across from you, is sukuna.
who immediately detects you.
his face had been so stern the split second before he spotted you. and now it was smirking at you, mischievous glint fading away when the doors finally closed.
argh, you forgot he owned a couple of bars!
you don't know if you feel nervous or excited he saw you.
well, you do.
both.
but the overlapping combination had you picking up an adrenaline rush, your flight instinct screaming at you. but you were among coworkers and couldn't act on it like a second grader running away from their crush.
so you chug the rest of your drink and flee to the bar, hoping you get lost among the crowd if he was going to go up to you.
"an espresso martini please!" you pipe up, drumming your fingers on the bar countertop nervously before unlocking your phone and sending a distress text to satoru
you SATORU SATORU SATORU SATORU SATORU PAINTING GUY HES AT THE CLUB MY COWORKERS AND I ARE AT I THINK HES THE OWERNER AND HE SAW ME EING GKJE IM GOING TO KILL MYSEF
satoru jeez im here oh no ahahahahahahaaha good luccccckkkkkk remember to wrap it before you tap it kiddo ;)
"trying to hide?" a low voice teases in your ear
you basically jump at the intrusion, fumbling with your phone and catching it before it falls.
sukuna's there when you hesitantly turn
it's so hard not to faint out of sheer infatuation with his presence.
he's closer to you than when you met at work. his cologne infiltrating your senses and his hard chest right smack in front your face.
"not funny." you breathe, putting a hand over your heart and giving him a soft glare
"I'm sorry sweetheart," he smiles down at you condescendingly, leaning closer to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger before letting go of it
why is he so hot?
"you like your gift?" he jeers
you deadpan a little and tilt your head at him, peering up at him through stern eyes, "if that was an invitation or incentive for me to sleep with you or do anything remotely-"
"can't I spoil a pretty face?"
sukuna leans on the countertop and sets his arm down so his hand can hold his face as he looks at you. he's still taller than you like this and its so frustrating for your nether regions.
"well," your eyes flee away from his, looking at a specific point to the side from pure nerves, "although I really appreciate the gift, I had already made it clear that I wasn't interested."
"you're breakin my heart angel." he pouts at you in such a fake manner before standing up straight and reaching a hand out to you, "not even interested in a dance?"
you close your hand in a careful fist to your chest when you look down at his own, thinking about the offer.
"the least you could do for that pretty present of yours." sukuna smiles, knowing you wouldn't be able to say no to him out of guilt.
you press your lips together and look at him with awkward 'really?' eyes before hesitantly putting your hand in his.
the difference between your hand and his was enough to send you into a coma.
sukuna's twirled you into his embrace at the center of the dance floor when he begins to tease you.
"if you don't like me why's your hand sweating balls?" his canines gleam under the lights
you bashfully look to the side to avoid his gaze, instead coming to find that your coworkers have spotted you dancing with the handsome figure that is sukuna. many of them, mostly the women are drunkenly giving you excited thumbs up and big smiles, fangirling for you.
"I just have sweaty hands." you quickly peek at him before going back to looking anywhere else but him.
"and you can't look me in the fuckin face because?"
the vulgarity makes you squash your nervousness and whip your head around to face him.
"I'm looking you in the face." your eyebrows are knit and your mouth is a little tight pressed, your bottom lip starting to defiantly jut out in a pout.
he smirks down at you and it's not as evil as the other times he's done it.
"what?" you say defensively when it carries on a little too long, almost feeling insecure when you start to worriedly look for what he's not saying in his eyes
"stop letting me press your buttons," sukuna teases, "I told you its bad for your blood pressure."
you feel like that's not all he wanted to say, but you move on and try to remain calm while you hold his gaze and mention something else.
"how did you know my name? back when you signed off for the painting to be sent to me."
sukuna shrugs
but then he laughs when you glare at him and answers you
"heard you introduce yourself to some sleazeballs asking about the yamato paintings."
that was wayyyyy before you gave that monologue on the tapestry he had also seen you talking about.
"how long were you watching me?" you give him a quizzical investigative face.
"why're you asking?" he leans down next to your ear, "trynna flatter yourself knowing how long you had my attention?"
"you're impossible." you puff, feeling your face heat up at the question and the proximity
"now that's where you're wrong," sukuna tuts, swirling you around so swiftly and quite literally sweeping you off your feet
"how?"
the hand that he has on your waist drops and moves up to softly hold the underside of your neck and reaching all the way to your cheek, his thumb fondly gliding over it.
"what's impossible about a guy spending 150k on you angel face?"
fuck, you're actually melting like this
but no no no no you're still trying to be stern with him
"what are you trying to get at?" you softly glare, face slightly mushed in his large hand
his eyes look dense and full of something warm when he peers down at your lips, your nose, your eyes, everything.
but he ignores your question
"did the bar have what you wanted?"
taken aback, you wait to see if that's actually what he said and when you realize he did, that's when you answer.
"no."
"what shit were you lookin for?" he says, visibly curious and looking for your input
"a lychee martini..." you're a little confused
he hums in recognition before letting his thumb make a quick swipe on your bottom lip and letting go of you completely after, only holding on to the tips of your fingers.
you feel a little empty? when he lets go
"I have to finish some paperwork beautiful," sukuna plays a little with your index and middle finger, letting them go when he continues to say, "don't stay too late."
"or you'll have to get a ride back home in my car." he almost bites, teasing you basically for your fear of proximity with him
and then he leaves, large v-shaped back breaking through the sea of people and going back into his lounge room.
and the next morning well...
"satoru...you won't believe this," you start through the phone the moment your friend picks up, pacing through your apartment in your nightrobe as you eye the two newly installed sister pieces on your apartments walls.
"you're at his place and his place looks like you're in american psycho?"
"ugh no," you groan, starting to nervously twirl your hair in your hand,"he sent me those other two painting from the same line as the first one he bought me."
"no way."
"yes way."
"he wants youuuuu bad."
"argh stop." you flop onto your bed, letting yourself ricochet in it
"this guy is like wrapped around your finger and he's rich. I'm kinda offended you haven't even entertained it at least give me some bedtime stories."
"but what if he's just throwing money at me like im some expensive call girl????" you run your hand down your cheek and mouth in peril
"um, he could get one for like 40k, the guy's practically spent half a million to make you happy."
you huff, still worried as you stare at the paintings from the open door in your room
"and who cares about the tattoos at this point. if I were a girl id dream about a hot sexy tattooed bad boy throwing cash at me and eating my ass."
"ugh satoru, when have I ever talked about him eating my ass."
"oh he's going to try to when he's whipped like that."
and you put some thought into sukuna later that night when you're taking a bubble bath.
it's actually kinda plausible to see something serious with him...
your perspective shifts when you imagine the end game you've always wanted and he fits into it. you can see that handsome inked face holding one of your babies.
to be honest, it turns you on.
and how you deal with that...you know how
it's the following monday, two days laterish, when you've gotten back from work and sit there staring at the number you're about to dial.
it's sukuna's number.
and even though you feel really weird/guilty about taking a quick picture of it behind your boss' back from his files to have gotten it, you push the feeling down.
"hello?" a mean gruff voice picks up
"mister sukuna?" you peep, adding your name in case he didn't recognize the voice
his tone suddenly changes when he hears you speak
"now where'd you get this number bad girl?"
you want to bash your head into your table because how can you hear his smile through the phone?! and how is it making you nervous like this?!
"from my boss's file for you at work, but please don't tell him-"
"you get the gifts I sent you?"
straight to the point like always, so you might as well get to it
"yes, I called because I wanted to say thank you."
the paintings do really look beautiful in your apartment
"I really appreciate them and the fact that you went out of your way to get them for me."
"You're welcome angel, wanted something to remind you of me."
you giggle a little at his flirting
"oh? did I say something funny?"
"no," you breathe through a grin, "I just felt flattered."
"now you're flattered huh? all I had to do was buy you the set? this part of your little plan?" he jeers
its all obvious teasing, but you still want to clear the air
"no, I just..."
and you can't put it into words that 'hey I thought about it and I'm actually into you and wouldn't mind more of your flirting' without getting embarrassed
"just tired of playing hard to get like you're scared of me huh?"
"ye-yeah," you nervously sigh, clicking your heels on the floor, "something like that."
"don't be scared pretty face," sukuna reassures you, an air of self assurance still there, like you're sure it'll always be, but nonetheless still soft enough to calm you, "I don't bite."
"unless you want me to."
you scrunch your nose, laughing a bit through it, "why did I know you were going to say that?"
"doesn't sound like you were saying no."
"stop thinking about that." you tut, embarrassed that he's touching such a topic
"as long as you do."
caught off guard, you go quiet, mind quickly racing to when you were servicing yourself to the thought of him the other day in your bath
"just teasing you sweetheart," he laughs, adding, "I'll ask you for permission next time I want to think about that. how's that sound?"
"okay." you almost stutter
"and how does picking you up at your apartment tomorrow for dinner sound?"
if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounds unsure of your answer there even though he sounded so secure before.
"that sounds good too."
"alright. I'll pick you up at seven. I have to go now and do some business angel face."
"that's fine too."
"and send me your address. okay?"
"okay."
"bye angel."
"bye"
the moment you get home from work the next day, you are bussing it to the restroom to start getting ready.
now, you didn't plan on getting fucked. you were going to resist the ministrations of that man, especially if you didn't want to overthink the next day and somehow convince yourself all he wanted was sex from you and he ended up getting it. but you wanted to feel sexy and confident with him. because these last two times you had seen him were child's play. yes you were always polished, but this was making yourself perfect, layering everything together.
hell, you even shaved down there. you weren't going to have sex, you weren't! butttttt if his hand wanted to do give you a little...
stop stop! that's a thought for another time if this date ends up being good.
anyways...
so, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you're very proud of yourself. you even give yourself a hmph of approval.
this is gonna shut him up
you're pristine.
sukuna waiting for you outside angel
you inhale deeply when you see the text.
maybe, just maybe you were still nervous. and you couldn't exactly take a couple thirty minutes to run laps around your apartment right now to exert the energy of embarrassment.
but you put on your brave face and find yourself shakily opening the double doors to your apartment complex a few minutes later.
sukuna's already leaning against his very expensive looking car and you try not to look so bashful when you approach him because he hears the moment you open the door and smirks so devilishly handsome upon looking at you.
"all this for for me hm?" he bares a fangy smile at you as he gathers both of your hands in his.
you're about to faint, his mouth does the indent thing at the edges like the guy who plays finnick in the hunger games when he smiles.
your back shivers, but you hide it.
"why can't it be just for me?" you retort, turning your head to give him a playful side eye, "I like to dress up."
"then share a little bit with me sweet angel." he playfully pleads, making these obvious fake eyes of desperation while swiveling his head in 'agony' into your couples hands
but the way he nuzzles into your hands for just a split second is so tender that you're fighting the urge to backflip across the entire city.
"what restaurant are we going to anyways?" you scrunch your nose happily at his previous playfulness
sukuna starts to maneuver you towards his car, opening the door, and buckling you in while he answers, "it's a surprise."
then he shuts the door and winks at you while walking to his side, relishing in the way you cross your arms and squint at him from inside the vehicle.
"that's cheesy," you say when he sits in the driver seat
"good thing we're on a date then sweet thing." he smirks while starting the car, suddenly and quickly pinching your cheek before backing out of the parking space.
and the thing is there's not one not hot thing about him.
you wish you could record the way he drives so you could watch it later at home by yourself to fangirl to while playing hot music over it.
he drives so well with one hand and its no surprise considering how massive it is and overtakes the wheel. and its the ringed hand that's the one driving. two large silver rings, one on his thumb and the other on his middle finger. the veins scattered around them make you want to clench your thighs too. if he's this veiny on his hands, then he must-
"take a picture, it'll last longer." he laughs, cocky smirk decorating the just as cocky glint in his eyes when he peers over at you for a split second.
"just keep driving." you huff, cheeks hot while you cross your arms to yourself and turn yourself towards the opposite direction, gazing out the window as you beat yourself up for staring at him for too long.
"here."
you look over and sukuna's holding his phone out for you, eyes still on the road when he says, "take a picture of that pretty face for me."
"huh?"
pit-pat pit-pat goes your heart
"what's so confusing about wanting to see your face on my phone?"
hesitantly, you take his phone, "but that's a little awkward to do in front of you...and-"
"do that little shy smile." he winks at you and cocks his head as if to already say thank you
feeling like you're unable to say no because what he wants you to do is actually really harmless and super sweet, you click on the camera button of his phone.
and against every bone in your body getting second hand embarrassment, you raise the phone in both of your hands, and do that 'little shy smile' he asked for, which does come naturally because you're feeling soooo shy right now.
you press on the middle center
then suddenly sukuna's squishing your cheeks between his hand
flash!
and he snatches his phone back, tucking it back in his pocket while he keeps driving, eyes forward but still drenched in mischief along with his evil grin
"hey!"
"got a complaint?"
"what was that?!"
"thanks for the picture beautiful."
"ugh that better not be my contact picture!"
"good thing this phone's mine ain't it?"
letting out a strong huff, you sink into your corner of the car, resting your elbow on the car door and placing your cheek flush against your hand.
to say the surprise was a surprise is an understatement. a surprise would have been a really expensive restaurant you'd never be able to afford. but this?
this is the entire rooftop lounge of a skyscraper all to yourself with sukuna.
and the sky's barely turning orange, the sunset near.
he knows what he's doing oh my god you want to jump him so bad and climb himwkefnejfegerg
"you like it?" he's leaned down and swerved his upper body a little to face you, haughty smile giving away that he knows you're impressed.
"yes..." you exhale, impressed, marveling at the whole thing. your brain doesn't even think twice to follow sukuna when he gently takes your hand and puts a light hand on the small of your back to lead you to the dining table.
and you're still too busy taking in every detail when he pulls out a chair for you and helps you sit down.
"is this one of those custom menus with the private chef and everything?" your jaw is a little dropped and you're nerding out over this whole extravaganza
sukuna just stares at you for a few seconds, signature confident grin only tightlipped and gingerly upturned at the end.
"you gonna sound this surprised every time I take you out?"
nobody's ever done anything like this before.
sure nobody's ever bought you half a million in art pieces before either.
but this was in a way, his own form of art. the attention to detail with what time he was coming to pick you up so you could catch the sunrise. making it private and just intimate for the two of you...
you delicately fwip the menu to your chest and smile at him like a little girl who's just been told she can whatever she wants from the store.
"thank you, mister-"
"thank you ryomen." he corrects you, the corner of his mouth fully upturning
"thank you, ryo," you beam, "words aren't enough to explain how grateful I am for this."
and maybe its the shortening of his name, but????
his eyebrows raise a little, as if he's rarely surprised, and a warm color matching the sunset blossoms slightly on his cheeks
"oh." your mouth forms an o shape and your eyes widen a little, "are you blushing?"
but just as fast as it appeared, sukuna furrows his brows to regain his cool facade and starts clearing his throat
"take a look at the wine options."
turns out, just as handsome as his face is, so is his ability to converse and listen.
for every moment you forgot what you were yapping about, he was quick to remind you what is was. the smallest details you mentioned, he was asking questions about when you finished talking.
"can I have more win-"
"ah no," a tch comes from sukuna when he talks to the waiter, "I had a special drink for her with the dessert. can you just bring it now?"
"yes sir." he bows and heads off
two thoughts:
one: you started to notice that sukuna made that tick whenever he was in a serious mode or regarding people that werent??? you??? possibly??? it was hot if that was even more the case.
and two: what special drink?
"what special drink are you-"
"here you go madam."
as quickly as sukuna sent off for it, was as quickly as it came.
there's a lychee martini in front of you
your eyes can't help but widen in awe at him, "you remembered?"
"you think there's anything I won't?" he quirks a brow at you, offended even you might say
a breeze comes and you shiver when you respond to him through a grin, "no, I'll make sure to know that now."
he observed the way your body rattles because no sooner is he standing up and picking up his coat from his chair to drape over you. as he's leaning down to do this, you bite the bullet and do what you've been dying to do since you got over your fears about him.
after placing a hand on his forearm to keep him in place, you pick your head up and place a soft kiss on his lips as a thank you, letting your lips mold onto his for a fleeting moment before letting go of his arm and the kiss.
his eyes are closed when you pull back, and he's inhaling and exhaling calmly. he tightlips his mouth too, almost as if savoring and memorizing what just happened.
"you're a tease, angel" he gruffs before heading back to his seat.
a few weeks later, sukuna's cooking for you for your date. he's an excellent cook and plenty of successful dates with him have allowed for you to finally accept an invitation to his very expensive penthouse.
you've kissed plenty of times by now and been on the precipice of heavy make out sessions.
the precipice
so you're soooooo eager to sit with him on his couch after a glass of wine with your very tasty dinner and very good conversation
you've purposely worn a skirt too. not that you want to have sex (well you do) but just to tease him for when you know you'll inevitably be on his lap.
"what're you doing angel?" he asks when you take his whiskey glass from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of you.
"I wanna kiss," you breathe, already straddling him and putting your arms over his shoulders.
sukuna quickly places his hands on your waist and leers at you with a mischievous smile, "what's taking you so long then sweetheart?"
you giggle before swooping in for his mouth.
it's probably the fact that you're both finally under the shield of privacy, but sukuna pushes you flush against him, holding onto you tightly. and you cling onto him just the same
he kisses so sensually and wet, you're on cloud 9. fuck you wonder if this is how messy he'd be with your pussy.
you whine when sukuna dips his tongue into your mouth, flicking at yours as an invitation to play. he's evil at this, you find out when you try to flick at his tongue and end up with him sucking on it with his teeth. you can feel him laugh in throat when you moan and squeal at how much it hurts but turns you on all the more.
just the act of asserting his dominance over you during the kiss has you growing needy and small under him. because you've already started to mindlessly grind and bounce on his lap, scratch that, his very prominent boner.
"shit." he growls when he looks down at your panties being the only barrier you have against his crotch.
"feel me, please." you pant, placing one of his hands on your ass, the other on one of your tits.
sukuna's eyes grow dark when he watches you do this, immediately squeezing hard to watch for your reaction.
he seems to be in a daze when he sees your eyebrows furrow and your eyes form an o to let a moan out. immediately dipping his head into your neck, lapping so languidly at a spot on your jugular.
it's all too much, so hot, you need more, you want to do more
your mind is so hazy
sukuna stops you right when he feels you begin to fiddle with the top button of your shirt.
his breathing is labored so much as a testament to how much restraint he's showing.
"let's remember what you said before angel face." he huffs out, struggling to speak at the feeling of your pussy pulsing on top of his bulge.
that's right
you told him you appreciated a grand gesture to make things official and only then would you allow yourself to sleep with someone.
you groan, closing your eyes and smushing yourself against his chest.
"just hurry up," you whine, grinding a little on him in desperation to which his response is to pinch your butt.
"don't be a brat baby."
you're pretty sure sukuna's going to do his grand gesture and make you 'officially his' in Paris. (even though you both know he's wrapped around your finger and you're too crazy about him)
why, you ask?
because you just got to paris in a private jet with him.
it's like a fifty shades of grey movie, you fear (not)
he has you go on a shopping spree at galaries lafayette with him as your audience for any try-ons. he's bought you so many things, some just because you stared at it for too long, others because he thought you'd look pretty in them.
he then has you dress up in any of the many choices for dinner at a michelin star restaurant, which was spectacular and not one of those avant garde graham cracker for dinner dishes.
and you can't help but be so giddy when you get to your ultra special room at the ritz and find it covered in pink rose petals. the balcony was open with a table covered in gifts you hadn't seen him get for you. another smaller cart next to it had an assortment of chocolates and small sweets, and a large metal can with two champagne bottle poking out of it.
and sukuna being him, he timed it so that the Eiffel Tower was sparkling when you got there.
"you still trynna hurry me up now?" he looks down at you with a knowing cocky brow quirked up.
you shriek, jumping up into his arms and giggling through the many kisses you begin to place on his face. sukuna lifts you up into his arms like it's nothing, inviting your kiss attack until he somehow brings you to lay across lap on the bed.
"patience isn't fucking easy with a brat like you angel."
slap!
you squeal again and feel sukuna hike your skirt all the way up.
but what you don't anticipate is for him to rip your lace thong apart with both of his hands.
gasping, you turn around worried, "I had that thong ready for weeks!"
"shut up."
another slap
"don't talk about shit when we both know I'll get you the same pair again."
you like how foul mouthed he is now, and you haven't even gotten to the good part
exposed to the air, you feel yourself getting drenched more than you already were in anticipation earlier.
sukuna notices, a low grumble resonating from his chest when he pries your ass and thighs open. you can't see, but you can feel your slick covering you all over like some vulgar cobwebs at the separation.
he squeezes hard as a warning when you wiggle your ass out for him, desperate for some relief.
"I want you, please, ryo," you beg, turning around to bat your lashes at him
"fuck, baby, let me fingerfuck you first." he growls, not even looking at you, still deeply concentrated on your wet pussy.
with his right hand, he slides three fingers back and forth across your folds, spreading your slick, getting you even messier. and when you're moaning softly in relief, melting into his touch, he just slides all of those three fingers in. squelches ricochet in the room and you're far from embarrassed now, trying to fuck yourself back on his hand.
then he brings in a fourth finger, and you're squealing. your brain can only process the repetitive delicious intrusion of fingers into your sticky hole.
"I-" you begin, numb on the only words you can think, "I-i lov-"
your now official boyfriend muffles you with his hand, continuing to destroy your pussy with his other hand and leaning close to your face to smile so evilly at the way you're jolting and furrowing your brows with every thrust.
"ah-ah not now." sukuna roughly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks to forcibly make you look at him.
"you're only allowed to say that when this tight pretty hole's finally wrapped around my dick. are you listening pretty baby?"
"mhm" you nod eagerly, eyes rolling back when his thumb joins the party and starts rubbing against your clit roughly
before he lets go of you, sukuna presses his mouth against yours and gives you the most rated r kiss ever, letting his spit drip and mix with your slobbering mess from the heaving you've been doing.
it doesn't take long before you feel that knot start to tighten up, body starting to twitch against your will, which causes your boyfriend to pound you harder with his hand.
"ryo," you squeal, subconsciously trying to escape his grasp, "I-im gonna-oh my god oh my god, I can't I can't I can't."
you're basically screaming when one of ministrations pushes so hard against your gspot that you're making a mess on his hand and arm automatically, hell you think you've squirted all over his clothes too.
“atta girl atta girl.” he groans, still messily fucking your pussy and sloshing your juices around
you're still in the aftermath of your orgasm, shaking when sukuna manhandles you onto the bed and fixes you so that you're face down ass up.
the only recovery time you even get is the moment it takes for him toss away his coat away and hurriedly unbutton his shirt off. if you're not mistaken he gave up and tore it off by the time he got to the middle.
before he pushes your face back into the bed, you make out that he does have more tattoos. the moment is brief but you see lines wrapped around his arms and others dragging down to his abs all the way from his shoulders.
and satoru, to your very big surprise, is right when, with no shame, sukuna licks a long fat stripe all the way from your clit to your asshole.
shocked, your eyes widen, but you can't help how you become putty in his hands at the way he so sloppily interchanges between your pussy and your other much lewd hole.
pants keep heaving from your mouth, short circuiting on the way he was just spitting on your asshole and then started to suck on your clit while finger fucking your pussy again.
squealing and banging your fist on the bed as exertion, sukuna doesn't really care, because he's no sooner just decided that the proximity he has with your pussy isn't enough. now he's wrapped his arms around your thighs and diving his face into your pussy, sharp nose stimulating your lips while he mouths and slobbers all over your little clit.
"ryo!" you squeal, trying to pull away because it's too much and resorting to contorting yourself around in order to pull at sukuna's hair
his reaction? he growls from the euphoria of your nails digging into his scalp while he gets to makeout with your pussy.
too hot, you think
you feel the twitching start again in your body, the mushy sloppy feeling on your clit becoming just enough for you to start getting there again
and get there you do, quickly, because sukuna spits on your clit and immediately starts sucking on it harshly, the perfect mix for you to start coming undone again.
not as severe as coming from your g-spot, you make a small spurting mess compared to when sukuna had you keening on his fingers.
you're fucked out already and he hasn't even put his dick in yet.
“fuckin come here and taste yourself.” sukuna growls, dragging you towards him by the ankle until his hand makes his way to the back of your neck, tilting your head to look up at him.
he goes in to basically fuck your mouth with his own. crudely separating briefly between kisses to push accumulated saliva between your lips, relishing in the way you’re practically begging for it and being so pliant for him. all the meanwhile he pushes yours dress down and off of you, even smoothly unclasping your bra.
"get on your back, nice and pretty on the pillows angel."
sukuna's stood up at the edge of the bed, undoing his pants roughly and quickly
and eagerly you scramble to the head of the bed, turning around and laying down, only picking your body up a little by leaning up on your forearms to watch him.
you rub your thighs together at the sight of him.
there's a thick line wrapped around both of his thighs. and you almost would've been entranced by it if it were't for the massive length between them.
sukuna's thick, long, and veiny. his tip looks angry, leaking globs of precum. his happy trail is mouthwatering with the way it leads to his trimmed bush. and-
oh! it twitched a little
"you stare enough?" sukuna exhales through a haughty smirk, getting on top of you in the bed, which subsequently means he opens your legs so he can settle between them.
you watch in lustful agony when his dick bobs against your pussy and grazes it, which only lasts a second because your boyfriend obstructs your view by initiating a makeout session with you. but where your previous kisses during this encounter had been been vulgar and inappropriate, this one was deep and sensual.
unable to do anything but be at the receiving end of his work on your mouth, you feel as if you can't get any closer to sukuna, wrapping yourself around him as if that'll subdue your need.
like he's able to sense it, he softly lets his hands wander, finding your calves and guiding them up, up, up until his hands are under your thighs and you're pressed open so lewdly. a tiny whine escapes you when you feel his entire length slap against your folds, sliding between them and making your heat pulse even more in anticipation.
when he separates from the kiss, one of your hands is pressed against his chest, being held by him by the wrist gently, while the other is wrapped over his shoulder, that hands of yours mindlessly scratching at his undercut.
"look at me," he grumbles, crimson eyes boring into your own when you make eye contact with him.
"you want this?" he lewdly slaps his cock against your puffy lips.
with a shiver, you nod your head earnestly, "please."
sukuna's chest rumbles with something dark at the sight of you so innocently desperate for him.
shortly after, with one hand, he positions his tip at your entrance and then uses that same hand to hold onto the side of your face fondly when he starts to push in.
he stares intensely at you, analyzing every contortion of your face at the way he starts to fuck himself into you.
it feels like the air's been knocked out of you with every thrust he uses to ease into your pussy.
"ah ryo," you let out a combination of a squeal and a pant, head lolling to side
"keep fuckin looking at me," he says so meanly, love tapping your cheek to turn you back to him.
chest heaving, you keep your half lidded eyes on him, too conscious of the way he's just bottomed out and beginning to slide out. the way he drags out of you is so delicious.
but it's even better when he pushes all the way into you, his fat tip working past the ridges of your insides, pushing against the way it tries to hug him rightly.
although the pace is slow, sukuna presses hard and evilly against you with each thrust, making sure to kiss your cervix with his tip. it's not anything too hardcore and you know that you're perfectly capable of cumming from just this at the way you start to lose yourself.
you love it
you love him
and you can say it now.
"r-ryo," you moan through furrowed brows.
"mm" he hums, still focused on you.
you gulp, body strung out, "I love you."
nothing's changed, he's still boring into your soul, which inherently makes you insecure because he hasn't said it back.
"ryo," you begin to whine, exasperated and flustered that you just declared your love to him and he hasn't, "I said that I-"
"yeah I heard you," he says, pushing your legs further back, "I fuckin love you too angel."
"have for a while," he mutters, his pace is ruthless all of a sudden and he rolls his eyes in ecstasy before leaning down and harshly sucking on one of your nipples.
you can't take what he's giving you without screaming, essentially.
he's big everywhere and he's completely overtaken you.
thoughts can't even process in your head, only able to process the copious amounts of pleasure he's giving you and babble out whatever's on the tip of your tongue in the the moment.
"it's so-so much ryo," you moan, "ah-ah 's so fucking big, your cock's so fucking big."
"yeah and you're fucking taking it all baby." he angles his hips to start hitting up at your g-spot, "tight little pussy's sucking me back in like a good girl."
"hngh IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou." is all that squeals out of you in response
and if you weren't getting destroyed before, you definitely were now.
drool spills from the side of your cheek in the absence of your words as sukuna's just dragging you onto his cock mercilessly like a fleshlight. which apparently is what starts to bring you to your third orgasm of the night.
so mustering all the strength you can, you pull your boyfriend against you by wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I want you to cum with me so fuckin bad ryo," you whine, forehead pressed against his, "please please please please cum with me, I want it so bad, I wanna milk you, pleasepleaseplease."
he growls, "fuck."
"don't talk like that baby," his eyes close for a moment as if he's trying to calm himself down, but he keeps the same rhythm
"please," you plead again, forcibly pulsing against him when you fear that your orgasm is already around the corner, "it's all I want, I'll be so good, I'm so good for you, pleasepleaseplease."
sukuna's breathing labors heavily as he listens, but ultimately ignores you as he grips you harshly and bullies his dick against your walls.
all until you just
release
your pussy pulses and clamps around him sporadically, juices spurting all over sukuna's abs, thighs, everywhere.
which he ends up not being immune to
"shit!"
considering the way he starts cumming so much inside of you, mean thrusts twitching inside of your ruined hole. every spurts spilling from his tip has you wishing for more and more.
he falls on top of you after, hugging you to him and nuzzling into your neck tiredly. one of your hands is swiping across the expanse of his back slowly in exhaustion.
"fuckin tease," he nips at your shoulder, obviously bothered you made him cum so quickly.
when you wake up the next morning, you're so very sore and you want to nuzzle into sukuna for the serotonin burst as medicine.
but he's not there.
your upper body sticks up as you look for him
oh, he's on the phone in the balcony
he's got some black sweats on, hanging deliciously off his hips and paying homage to this v-line.
you want to jump on him as soon as he gets off the phone.
he hasn't noticed you're awake, turning his back to you as he continuous talking. which you take advantage of, quickly rummaging through one of the shopping bags at the side of the bed from yesterday and finding one of the sexy slip gowns he bought for you.
sukuna's dragging a stressed hand through his hair when you open the glass door a little. he still hasn't heard you.
'tch'
"the fuck you mean that patch-work fuck raided the warehouse?"
he sounds so angry
'tch' and then an exasperated sigh
"no don't fucking do shit. can't even leave you shit faces alone for a second before shit falls through."
"wait until I get there. put twenty men at the other warehouse, urame's in charge of them."
"and keep the motherfucker you found alive. I'll deal with that fuck face when I get back."
"yeah well if he's one of those shit sniffers, he's not leaving alive. don't scare him yet, let him think we'll keep him off the hook. yeah okay, don't fuck up again."
not
leaving
alive?
sukuna turns a little to the side after ending the call and you can see him pinching the bridge of his nose from stress, eyes closed.
until they're not, and he spots you from the corner of his eyes, face dropping, panic setting in, both of you for very different reasons.
"angel face, how much did you hear?"
your throat feels dry
are you even mad? fuck fuck fuck fuck you're so stupid. every single emotion is being thrown at you. mad because he lied to you, so much so that he got you in bed with him. you shouldn't have given him a chance. but you're so sad, so heartbroken. you really really love him, so much you can't breathe right now at the thought of leaving him. but is he even a good person? was he one of those mafia men who abused girls like you? you can't you can't-
"sweetheart sweetheart," he's rushing to you, voice beginning to plea as he cups your hands into his, keeping them close to his chest and crouching a little to your height, "it's not what you think."
you're struggling to breathe, scared of who you're with
"what's," you start weakly, in shock almost, "what's not what I think about you saying a guy can't leave alive."
it pains him, you can see it in his eyes when he presses his lips together and tries to think of something to say
"are you actually in the mafia?!" you spit out, confused, "this entire time you had this sketchy vibe and said it was just your stupid waste management and bars?"
"I do own those baby." he sighs, wincing a little
the back of your mind notes that your previous thought about him being an abusive mafia man is a farce, he seems so...defeated that you know now. he's not threatening you.
"what exactly do you do." you say through gritted teeth, stressed at the situation and still trying to decide which of your instincts you should follow.
sukuna, hands still clasped with yours, gets on his knees and brings his forehead against your fingers, "doll, let's just go inside and I'll explain to you. I'm not as horrible as you're starting to think I am."
it's a little true considering he wiped a previous thought off your mind earlier, but still
this is dangerous
this is bad
but you nod your head, still angry, telling my the knit of your brows, "fine."
sukuna eyes you carefully as he gently closes the glass door to the balcony, you're already seated at the center of the bed, arms crossed over each other as you glare at him.
he wants to shoot his foot for the sole fact that he's made you so mad at him and that even that's not enough for him to not want to kiss that angry pout off your face, no matter how upset it is.
"so," you start, "how many people have you killed?"
its so venomous that sukuna closes his eyes in defeat.
"princess, that doesn't matter." sukuna sighs as he sits at the edge of the bed, facing you.
"what do you mean it doesn't matter how many people you've killed?! wouldn't it matter if I had a kill count of-"
"all you need to know is that it's not over thirty," he exhales and licks his lips, "and that every single one of them were some of the most shitty evil scum there is."
"and who do you work for?" you grumble
sukuna avoids your eyes when he answers, "people work for me."
you're still looking at him so sternly.
sukuna says your name and reaches his hand out towards you, planting it on the sheets right in front of you as an act of begging for your mercy
"I do bad things," he begins, eyes begging when they look upon you, "but I don't do them to good people."
but you're still numb because
"I can't-" your eyes water and your bottom lip wobbles, "I'm involved now! I-i want to be with you and marry you and everything! and you're stuck in this!"
sukuna's eyes widen at your burst
you feel a panic attack incoming as you keep speaking, your heartbeat escalating by a million and body starting to shake.
"you're a criminal! and you've probably got so many charges waiting on you! this isn't good! it's illegal and I don't want to go through seeing you in jail! I dont want to go to jail if I get caught in the mixup!"
and all sukuna does upon seeing your reaction then is lean forward, encroached on the bed as he grasps your feet fondly, placing tender yearning kisses on them.
"I'm not going to jail my love."
he places another kiss on your ankle
"and you aren't either."
"how do you know that?" you ask, still angry teared
"there's a system, there's people, I know too much."
ugh, you're still so mad at him,
so overwhelmed
you gently push him off, making a sound of frustration, and stomp over to the bathroom.
unable to completely shut him out, you leave the door slightly ajar as you take a bubble bath to soothe your body, both mentally and physically from last night.
there two soft rasps on the door before the door swings open a little and sukuna enters a bit awkwardly, slightly braced for you to suddenly kick him out.
his shoulders drop and relax when he sees that you just stare at him as he walks in, getting closer and closer to you.
"do you want me to order lunch in?" he sits at the edge of the tub cautiously, watching for any distress from you
serious and mildly stressed still, you couldn't deny how much your stomach was starting to hurt out of hunger.
"what's there for lunch..."
"anything you want."
you're looking up at sukuna sternly at the same time he's decided to move back a piece of stray bubbly hair from your bun away from your face
"well I don't know what kind of food there is here..." you huff a little, not denying his touch
"there's this uh," he thinks for a second, swirling your hair around his finger gently, swallowing before continuing, "the place with truffle pizza we watched on the tv nearby."
it's so confilcting to still feel so mad at him even when he's being so charming like this, he remembers everything you like.
"that a yes?"
"yeah." you look to the side feeling flustered at how tender he is with you
"I love you." he says, hand caressing your cheek and his face near yours so he can convey his sentiment wholeheartedly with his eyes.
you stare at him for a second
this is all such a whirlind for your mind, but
"I love you too."
it's not as lovey dovey as he just said it, nor as calm, but you mean it, even if you're irritated.
tentatively, he places a gentle, sensual kiss on your lips.
which you instinctively reciprocate, tilting your head up for more.
your boyfriend isn't kissing you as roughly as he was last night. these kisses were full of yearning and the plenty apologies you'd get tired of hearing if he were saying them into your ear again and again.
you moan softly into them, your breath starting to labor from need.
the hand that sukuna had on cheek starts to caress your knee gently. maybe he intended for the following or maybe he didn't but he understands you and your body when you spread your legs open under all the bubbles.
you sigh in relief when he starts fondling your folds under the water. and you can feel sukuna kiss you only a smidge harder at your reaction.
he slides two fingers in softly, hooking them thrush against your gspot instead of pummeling you like the night before.
you stop kissing--you're unable to kiss back when he starts to repeatedly press against the spot, hard, again and again.
"ah-ah," you pant, nails digging into his neck while he places loving kisses on yours
you cum hard, scratching hard down sukuna's neck, but he doesn't say anything, watching you in desperation as you come undone.
you're holding onto the edge of the tub for your life when sukuna drags his fingers out. you're still shaking terribly from the aftermath.
exhausted and gulping, you watch as he licks off his fingers what wasn't washed away by the bath before placing both of his hands on the underside of your arms.
"you wanna get out?"
"mhm." you nod shakily
you're still a bit serious throughout the next couple of days. not as pissed off as the first day, but you find it hard to wear down all your worries so quickly.
yet you manage to enjoy the little things sukuna had planned out and taken you to do.
so even though you're a little grumpy, you're not as grumpy as when you first found out, clinging onto him without a word as you both fly back home on his private jet and then on the car ride to his place.
"when we get there," sukuna begins to eye you tentatively, holding onto your hand harder while the other mans the steering wheel, "I'm going have to leave to deal with some things, but I'll be back for dinner."
knowing what you know, you carefully ask, "you mean deal with that guy?"
"yes," he exhales awkwardly, "the people he works with...they're not safe. I wouldn't be able to sleep if he was walking the same streets as you."
"well..." you start, looking at the road nervously
"just be safe. please?"
it's the first time you've shown any sort of conciliation with what he does and sukuna knows it, eyes widening and exchanging between you and the oncoming cars.
"yeah, I will sweet face," he kisses your hand, calmed features suddenly furrowing and tensing when he spots something he doesn't like.
'tch'
sukuna pulls over in a familiar area, parking perfectly before he starts to get out of the car. "it's nothing bad," he says, a little exasperated, "you can stay in the car, just let me help real quick."
and he dashes out of the car, jogging towards-
he's helping that elderly lady you helped so many weeks ago. except she has more bags on her this time and sukuna's stolen all them from her to help her cross the street.
now that you think about it, you're parked in front of the same apartment complex she lived in.
quickly, you get out of the car too, meeting them halfway, marveling at the both of them in confusion.
she smiles when she sees you, happy eyes looking between you and sukuna.
"h-hi." you try to greet her, still confused
but she's looking between you and sukuna like she knows something, more so him, like they have an inside secret between them.
head popping out from the many bags engulfing him, you see your boyfriend shake his head at her in a panic, eyes widening and trying to express the well known symbol for 'don't say anything don't say anything.'
you're really confused now and you're about to ask a question when the old lady bonks sukuna's head with a store magazine and it illicits an answer out of him for you
"this is my grandmother." he huffs, grumpily looking down at her from the corner of his eye
"what?" you're quick to try and polish yourself in front of her, leaping foward to shake her hand with both of yours, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. It's so nice to meet you, I'm ryomen's girlfriend!"
she laughs a little, and it kinda reminds you of mama odie's mischievous laugh from princess and the frog.
"I know," she giggles a little before walking towards her apartment complex, motioning for the both of you to follow her inside.
so you follow and
"babe, is that a gun sticking out her purse?!"
Please, please, please
Summary: Your tour is in full swing and your situationship with Cameron Cade is already complicated enough. Then you meet Stack at an autograph signing, his niece by his side, and a moment meant to be brief lingers longer than it should.
Pairing: Strict! Older! Stack x Pop star! reader x sneaky link! Cameron
WC: 6.2k
Warning: 18+, smut, slightly toxic relationship, arguments, mentions of depression, talks of loneliness/ lack of privacy, grief
Your rise to fame was completely unexpected.
Singing two songs you wrote with your own beat and that's all it took. You were a viral sensation online. People were immediately interested in you and wanting to hear more.
You liked to sing for fun, never even dreaming that it could put you in the spotlight.
Within seventy-two hours, you were being contacted by labels who had an intense interest in you. Some of them were offering an unheard of amount for a sign on bonus— one million, five hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand. You and your family were completely overwhelmed, no idea what to do.
"There's no way people are that interested in me." You joked.
After days of reading, discussing, and meeting two different attorneys—
you made your decision.
Once you signed, everything was immediately moving fast.
You were on a flight to meet with your label, seven hundred thousand richer.
In the meeting with the head executives, they discussed your future and what they expected of you. Your next meeting was with a stylist— constructing your signature look and hairstyle. After that you met with production, going over what your album style would be like and sound like.
Two months after being signed, you were working on your new album—“Blush money".
Blush Money was released on a random Tuesday afternoon, two days later it was number one on the charts. All of your songs filled the first ten slots— knocking down artists like Taylor swift, Doja cat, and Khalid. You were the new phenomenon that everyone couldn't stop talking about.
"We need to get you onto some talk shows ASAP, while the hype is still big." Your manager pointed out.
You stared at her with a puzzled look.
"The album hasn't even been out for a week yet."
She shrugged, throwing her coffee in the trash.
"That's true, but you're a new artist—people want to know you, feel connected to you."
"My music is all that matters, what I sing— not who I am."
She laughed.
"Unfortunately, my dear— that's not how it works. As an artist you have to sell them a dream, a parasocial friendship. They need to feel like they have access to you and dream of being close with you."
Her response sat with you, always in the back of your mind. It showed that you truly had no concept of the industry and what you had gotten yourself into.
A week later, you were doing an interview with Andy Cohen.
"Being a new artist must be tough, Sandra from California wants to know if you plan on doing a tour?"
You adjusted in your seat, a smile still on your face.
"We're in the talking stages of potentially planning a tour, so you'll see soon."
"Okay." Andy Nodded.
"What's it like being a celebrity now? You went from living in a small town to an overnight sensation?"
"Well, Andy— it's alot. You go from being someone who's barely noticed to always having your picture snapped when you go anywhere." You replied.
Andy smirked and shuffled his notecards.
"Speaking of pictures, you were spotted getting dinner with football player Cameron Cade— what's going on there?"
A question that you hadn't expected, throwing you completely off your game.
You smirked, trying to hide how nervous the question made you.
"He's just a friend and we hadn't seen each other in a while, we just decided to catch up over dinner."
Andy leaned over, closer to you.
"Is that all? Or should we be expecting to see an official announcement soon?"
You waved him off, playfully rolling your eyes.
"Yes, Andy."
The crowd erupted with laughter. They were laughing and you were pissed.
Andy pivoted topics.
"Your album has been positively received, how does that feel? and what's your favorite song?"
"It feels really good to have my music heard and to be appreciated in this aspect."
People clapped interrupting your sentence.
"As for my favorite song, that's a tough one. I'd have to say Mirror knows best or wrong number."
Andy laughed, "that's a good one. Those are my go-to's."
Thankfully, your interview wrapped up quickly after that. You took a few promo pictures and made your way to the back.
"Please, get this fucking mic off me." You mumbled.
The crew came over, pulling the mic off and mentioning the episode views.
You walked back to your dressing room—finally able to take a seat and not be surrounded by people.
Your room was quiet, something that you don't get often with this lifestyle.
You sat down in a chair, propped your feet up on the table.
Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up.
You reached down to grab it and scroll through the notifications.
It's a text from Cam.
"Good interview and even better response."
You rolled your eyes, leaving his message on read.
You were not in the mood to deal with his shenanigans, not now.
Your relationship with Cam started when you met him at the after party for an award show. He was in the corner— talking to Jacob Elordi. He caught your eye, not because of his looks— but because you were confused on why a football player was there amongst artists and actors.
He approached you later on in the night, a drink in his hand and a mission on his mind.
"This your first time here?" He asked.
You tilted your head, letting out a chuckle.
"Yeah. I'm very new to this."
His head bobbed to the music.
"They missed out on inviting you sooner."
You grinned and kept looking around the room.
"How long will you be here?" He pried.
You leaned in closer, trying to hear him over the music.
"Not too much longer. I have a busy day tomorrow."
He nodded, eyeing your outfit.
"I just wanted to say that you look beautiful tonight."
You smiled ear to ear, unable to hide how his compliment made you feel.
"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."
The party photographer came by and took a picture of you two standing together— he also included Method Man who was standing close by.
After the pictures, you were ready to go.
Before you walked away, he pulled his phone out.
"Can I get your number?"
You took his phone and put your number in it.
"Alright, I'll hit you later." He mentioned.
You nodded and made your way out of the room.
You got to your hotel room and you were completely beat, ready to call it a night.
You took a hot shower, did your skincare routine, wrapped up your hair and got in the bed. While you were laying there, replying to emails—your phone dinged.
"Hey, pretty. It's me Cam."
You should've been going to bed, but instead you stayed up another hour texting him.
You didn’t want to give him a chance, but he’s a smooth talker.
After that night, you and Cameron got close. Closer than you had planned, considering you had no interest in a relationship—you were about to go on tour.
"I can't with you." You nudged him, creating a gap.
"Can't what, baby?" He chuckled.
He leaned against your kitchen counter, his eyes roaming every inch of your body.
"You know that we should just remain friends." You pointed out.
He smirked, his fingers traced yours.
"Should we?"
You paused.
It'd be a lie if you said that you weren't interested in him, but he's a football player. The last thing you need is to be embarrassed in the beginning of your career.
"Yeah. I don't have time for nonsense." You scoffed, walking away.
He grabs your hand.
"What nonsense? I haven't lied to you about anything. I've been straight up about everything.”
You stared into his eyes, heat building in your chest.
"I'm not an idiot, you're too good looking and too much of a flirt to act right."
He pulled you closer to him, towering over you.
"Shit, I'll act right for you. No doubt."
You laughed, unable to take him seriously.
"I don't have time."
He ran his thumb over your bottom lip.
"We can just keep it on the low. It doesn't have to be anything public."
Your brow raised. "Is that so?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
He pulled you into a deep and hungry kiss, showed you exactly what he said he would in those messages.
This thing with Cam was new territory. You weren't supposed to be fucking him and you damn sure weren't supposed to be catching feelings.
You both agreed to keep it on the low and it was something that worked for the both of you. If either of you found someone else and wanted to pursue that, then you could.
Shortly after starting this thing with Cameron, you went on tour.
Being on tour is rigorous—between rehearsals, accommodations, multiple lines of communication— you were busy non-stop.
You didn’t have time for Cam and even if you did, he was busy with football.
Your tour was huge, bigger than you could’ve expected. You were selling out arenas within a matter of minutes, selling out of VIP packages as well.
So many people wanting to meet you and take pictures with you.
Cameron came to three concerts, completely surprising you. He'd be standing in the front row, wearing a shirt from your merch—smiling for the cameras.
You wouldn't have minded, but at this point your relationship with him was rocky. He had stopped things with you for another woman and now wanted to make his way back.
Him coming to see you eventually started to spark rumors.
"Cameron Cade possibly in a relationship with the new popstar after his recent breakup??" The tmz article read.
You rolled your eyes so hard they could've gotten stuck.
You handed the paper back to your manager.
"I'm so fucking sick of TMZ.” You mumbled.
She walked beside you, nodded her head in agreement.
"Ditto."
You made your way to your dressing room, completely worn out from tonight's concert. When you opened the door, Cam was sitting on your couch— a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand.
You had a confused look on your face.
"Cam? What are you doing in here?"
He walked to you—handed you the flowers and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"You did good out there tonight, babe."
You laid the flowers down on the table and stood there, waiting on a response.
He also had a confused look on his face.
"I just came back here to see you, show you some love—“
“I can't do that?"
You walked over to the vanity, pulling your mic and earpiece off.
"I just don't need anymore press regarding you." You pointed out.
He frowned.
"Oh, so it's like that now?"
You scoffed, pulling your boots off.
"It's been like that. I didn’t see you after the last two concerts for a reason."
The tension is the room had risen, thick enough to cut.
"Are you being dead ass right now?"
You ignored him, pinning your hair up and wiping your makeup off.
"Damn, I made a mistake. Me and her aren't together anymore."
You laughed, shifting in your seat.
"I really don't care." You blurted out.
"Stop acting like that, like we didn't make an agreement to keep it on the low—like I'm wrong."
You turned in your seat, gritting your teeth.
"We made the agreement, because I'm newly into my career— not because I didn't want you. You went and got with another woman while you're texting me on other shit."
You laughed, not because it was funny— but he was being absurd.
"I had to find out through an article that you were in a relationship, meanwhile you were still fucking me.”
“Please, go on with that shit, Cam."
He gave a low chuckle, very clearly fed up.
"You kill me with this double standard bullshit. You want me, but want to keep on the low? We both agreed that It was okay to talk to other people, the fuck is your problem?"
You hit your vape, smoke circling around you.
"Cam, I don't give a fuck. I'm cool off of it and you."
He stared at you, hard— his shoulders pulled back.
"I didn't even come here to argue, I was trying to check on you and be supportive."
You stood up, getting undressed.
"Go be supportive of someone else. All you're doing is pissing me off and spinning this story like you're not talking to other women still."
You stripped out of your outfit, standing there in your bra and panties.
He eyed you, watching the way you moved.
He walked over to you in three steps, crashing his lips into yours.
You pushed him back.
"Go on with that, Cam."
He grabbed you, his arms wrapped around your waist.
"If you're done like you claim, then tell me to leave."
The words were right there in the back of your throat, but you still couldn't manage to spit them out.
You kissed him back, needy for what you hadn't had in a while.
He picked you up, carrying you over to the couch.
Your lips were glued to his, his tongue wrestled yours— finding its way in your mouth.
His hands glided around your body with precision, touching you the way that he'd knew best.
He kissed your neck, showing you what you'd missed out on.
You fumbled with his belt, your hand feeling the growing bulge.
A soft whimper escaped your throat as he kissed and touched on you.
You could feel the wetness that pooled in between your legs, your pussy ached for him.
He pulled his pants and boxers low enough to where his dick sprang free.
His dick was rock hard, precum coated the tip—some getting on your inner thigh.
You pulled your panties to the side, excited to be filled by him.
He spat in his hand, rubbed some on his head—ready for you.
His hands both on your waist, helping guide you down onto his dick.
The head pushed in, stretched you like it was your first time.
"Fuck. You're so dam tight." He groaned.
You came down slowly, getting used to how thick and long he is all over again.
You'd told yourself that you wouldn't fuck him again and that things between you two would be over, but despite the situationship— you can't get enough of him.
Your name spilled from his lips over and over again as you rode him.
"Baby, I missed you—"
"I love you." He moaned.
"We'll see about that." You smirked, kissing him.
His hands gripped your ass so hard, he could bruise it.
"Shit, Cam." You whined.
"Yeah, that's it—moan my name baby."
The knot in your stomach was building to an all time high.
"This pussy is so fucking tight, needed me to take care of it."
You threw your head back in ecstasy, his dick hitting the right spot.
"Fuck me." You moaned, burying your head in the crook of his neck.
"I'm about to cum, baby."
Your orgasm snuck up on you, your moans getting loud.
You kept riding him, his legs shook—groans leaving his mouth.
You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you.
"That's right, take my nut." .
You sat there in that position a minute longer, your feelings overwhelmed you. You really care about him, but despite his words-- you know this is on a path to nowhere.
You got up, went to the bathroom to clean up and put on some clothes.
You came back into the room to him adjusting his zipper.
"Am I truly the only one you're trying to entertain?" You questioned, catching him off guard.
He hesitated to answer.
"Yeah.. of course."
You knew then that you were an idiot.
One year later..
Your success as a pop star has only continued to rise. You've soared higher than you thought you would at first. You just released another album called "Said too much" and it's dominating the charts.
You weren't sure how well it'd do, considering parents have had to learn the hard way that you don't make music for children.
This tour includes international dates and the VIP packages have meet & greets, completely different from your last one.
Being a celebrity hasn't been easy to live with at times. Your life is always on the go— work and work only. You're barely at home and when you are, you don't go out much. Your security has to damn near get into fights to stop paparazzi.
Everything you do, say, don't say, who you date, hangout with, like on social media— is all watched and scrutinized. Scrutinized by people who don't know you and who wouldn't dare say half of the shit to your face.
You recently got into a heated argument with the head of your label, because you've refused to keep an social media platform.
"You need to make social media accounts and stay active on them." He scolded.
"No." You replied.
He stared at you, his shoulders pulled back—appalled at your audacity.
"No? This isn't negotiable. I meant what I said."
You folded your arms.
"I meant what I said."
He scoffed, on the verge of a laugh.
"We paid seven hundred thousand to sign you and turn you into the popstar you are. You don't get to throw a tantrum and say no, because you don't want to."
Your blood boiled, you leaned closer—almost as if you were going to come across the table.
"Since my first album, I've generated at least five times that seven hundred thousand. I said no and I meant it. I'm not interested in having a platform—"
"What the hell do I need one for? To pretend I give a shit about these people? Mind you, these are the same people that will then comment hate the second you do anything they don't like. Guess who'll have to deal with that nonsense? It certainly won't be you. I don't care to deal with their negativity or entitlement. You trying to force me will only affect my performance and likability when I respond."
The room was quiet, no one knew what to say next.
You left the room and a few hours later you were told that you didnt have to create any social media accounts.
You're excited for this tour, because you have new music to preform. You're hoping to have fun and experience being in different cities and countries.
Your relationship with Cam hasn't gotten better, it's pretty strained and not because of you—he's always on bs. The feelings are still there, but ten other women could probably say the same about him. You've just decided to put him out of your mind and focus on you and important things in your life.
Today is the second week of your tour, you're in New York tonight.
You practice with the back up dancers and band.
The first song tonight on the list is Backseat confessional, your favorite from the new album.
You hum the lyrics, dancing in sync with the dancers and on beat.
The time is passing by, getting closer to opening time.
After rehearsal, you go to your dressing room and prepare to get ready. You take a quick shower, enjoying the small amount of free time..
Once you're done showering, you sit in the chair—sending a few texts.
Ten minutes later, your hair and makeup team arrive—immediately getting to work. It normally takes them about an hour and a half to get you dolled up. After makeup, you get your outfit on and make sure that everything is good to go.
You leave your dressing room, walking down the halls towards your stage entry point.
The closer you get, the louder the crowd is.
You get towards the stage, taking a deep breath— while your manager puts your mic and earpieces on you.
You send another text to your mom and a text from Cam pops up.
"Good luck out there tonight, still proud of you— whether we talk or not."
You lock your phone, handing it to your manager and go out on stage.
The screams and cheers in the arena intensify.
You preform for two hours, having the time of your life. Your fans taking pictures, holding their signs and singing along with you.
After your concert concludes, you have ten minutes of space before it's time to do the meet and greet. You go into your dressing room—gulp down some water and stand in front of your fan to cool down.
You're barely able to cool down and then you have to rush to the meet area.
When you get to the meet area, you see all of your VIPS standing there with smiles on their faces and excited to meet you.
You sign pictures, posters, cell phone cases, shirts—everything you can think of. Normally, they limit pictures to one a piece— but you take two to four so they can get their money's worth. It's the least you can do.
As you get to the last of the line, you meet a teenage girl and she's accompanied by an older gentleman.
You and him lock eyes as she comes up to you, completely throwing you off.
She hands you her posters to sign— you sign both with your pink and red sharpies.
"Hi! What's your name?" You ask with a smile.
"Avery." She replies.
You hold out your hand to shake hers.
"Nice to meet you, Avery."
You glance up at the man, barely able to continue the conversation. He's fine as ever—tall, brownskin, muscles, nice haircut, gold chain around his neck.
"You must be dad?" You ask.
He chuckles. "Nah, I'm her uncle."
You take a few pictures with Avery, doing the poses she likes.
"Thank you for coming." You mention to them.
He nods.
"You did a damn good job out there."
You smile, very flattered.
"Thank you, I try."
They walk away and you continue on with the last few people, which takes about thirty minutes.
Just when you're about to head back to your dressing room, he approaches you—his niece standing near the exit.
"I couldn't leave without trying, I'd be a fool not to."
He hands you a paper with his number on it.
"Names Stack, by the way." He shouts as he walks away.
You're not sure what to think after that interaction, but you hold onto his number—debating on if you should text him.
After a few days, you text him—kicking off the conversation.
You two text for hours, hitting it off and flirting.
From the conversation you find out—his name is Elias, he's older, single, no kids, funny and knows how to flirt, plus he has a twin.
He asks you out for dinner, which you say yes to. It's a local restaurant, twenty minutes away from your hotel.
When you get to the restaurant, he's already waiting.
He greets you with a hug before sitting down.
"I'm glad you came."
"It's no problem, really."
You order a glass of wine and laugh the night away with him.
"Where's your next concert?"
You sip more of your wine.
"Nashville."
He nods.
"I might need to come check it out."
"Well, if you do then it’d be nice to see you there.”
His brow raises, somewhat shocked with your agreement.
He shifts in his seat.
"Man, you're gorgeous on the stage and off the stage."
Your skin warms from his compliment, your body fighting the urge to grin.
"Thank you."
He sips some of the whiskey that he has left in his glass.
"You don't have to thank me, I'm only pointing out what apparently other people were too blind to see."
The rest of the dinner is fun, flirty, and hilarious.
You take a leap and invite him back to your hotel room and he gives you an immediate yes.
Once you're at the hotel and get into your room, his lips are locked onto yours.
He kisses you with passion and need, making you feel weak.
His lips trail off onto your neck, his hands helping pull your clothes off.
"You so fucking sexy, it don't make no sense." He mumbles.
You normally wouldn't have ever considered or done anything like this, but you can't resist him. He’s just too fucking fine for his own good.
His hand slides down to your pussy, his finger rubbing in between your folds.
"Shit." You moan.
"Damn, you're wet as hell."
You pull his shirt off, admiring his abs and the way the gold chain glistens against his chest.
He pulls his pants off, revealing the huge dick that he'd been hiding.
Your mouth is slightly parted from sheer shock, it's huge and you haven't ever took anything that big.
He kisses you, his tongue gliding into your mouth and you sucking on it.
His lips pull away from yours. "Turn around for me, baby."
You turn around, your back pressed against his chest— his dick poking you in the back.
He brings his hand around, wrapping it around your throat— making your breath hitch.
"Bend over." He whispers.
You bend over the bed, ready for him to fuck you.
He slides the condom on and lines himself up, one hand on your hip.
Your jump slightly, feeling his head poking at your entrance.
He pushes it in slowly, taking your breath at just how thick he is.
"Fuck." He grunts.
He takes his time pushing every inch in, your pussy stinging from the stretch.
He fucks you slowly, with deep long strokes— deeper than you thought possible.
Your moans muffled against the comforter.
"Elias." You whimper.
He smacks your ass.
"It's so good, it's got you saying my first name." He chuckles.
He fucks you so deep, making sure that you'll never forget him. The print of his dick making it's mark inside you.
"You needed this, huh? Needed a man like me to give you something to remember, something to sing about." He groans.
Tears spill from your eyes at how good he fucks you.
"Your dick is so big."
Your ass bounces back on his dick, a sight any man would love to see.
"Yeah, it's big and made just for this tight ass pussy."
His strokes speed up, both his hands on your hips.
Drool leaves your mouth, dripping onto the bed as you're on the verge of your third orgasm.
"Fuck, yes." He moans.
His strokes slowly coming to a halt as he cums.
You have to lay there for the next five minutes, reeling from the sex. You hadn't ever been fucked like that, he wore you out.
He gives you a kiss before you hop into the shower, while he waits to take his.
You take a quick shower, because you're barely able to keep your eyes open.
After the shower, you crawl into the bed— a few minutes later he’s crawling in beside you.
Both of you sleep in, well rested by the time that you do get up.
You walk him downstairs and outside to his car, giving him a kiss before he leaves.
Last night was perfect, you had fun and you're interested in continuing to get to know him.
The sun shines through the hotel window, birds chirping and traffic bustling down below.
You eat lunch and watch some tv.
Your phone dings, a text from Cam.
You open the thread to see a picture of you kissing Stack this morning, taken by Paparazzi.
"Oh, word? That's how you're moving now?"
Your blood runs cold, you've now got a problem on your hands.
You start to type a response, but you let it go and don't finish typing— leaving him left on read.
A few days later, you're preparing for your concert in California—trying to take it easy because your throat is sore as hell.
You've continued talking to Stack, giving him some of the time that you do have. However, he's started to piss you off.
"Every time I’m on Insta, there's this light skin ass boy liking your promo pics? Every single one." His text read.
"Who?"
"Man, don't play with me. You know I'm talking about this lame ass football ni**a."
You reply back.
"He can't like a picture?"
You probably pissed him off with your response, because he'd start typing and then stop for the next five minutes.
"I'm not playing with you or him. He even in the comments of that picture of us, laughing, like shit funny."
“I’ll really fuck him up fr.”
"Stack, I can't control what he does and I'm not going to try to. My life is too busy for that jealousy shit right now."
He sent some lauging emoji's.
"Anyways, like I said—tread lightly fucking with that cornball."
You rolled your eyes and left him on read, you’re about to put your phone down—Cam texts..
"This leaving me on read shit is about to piss me off."
"What do you want, Cam? All you're doing is whining about Stack." You reply.
He laughs at your text.
"Man, watch out. You need to cut his old ass off, you know you're mine anyway and that we aren't done fw eachother."
You just stare at your screen, blankly. Your stomach in knots, because unfortunately you like both of them and even worse—they know about each other.
Tonight's show is the biggest crowd that you've ever had and you're expecting a few celebrities tonight, based on what management has told you.
In your private pass section—Doja cat, Jenna Ortega, Pedro Pascal, Meg thee stallion and her boyfriend, along with Channing Tatum and Zoe Kravitz.
You're excited, it's always fun when other celebrities show up to your shows.
Your set tonight is almost three hours long and it starts off with your new song, return to sender and followed up with wrong about you.
Tonight's colors for your outfits are cherry red, black, and leopard print— your favorite color combination.
You drink some water and some lemon tea as you're getting ready, excited to perform.
While you're getting ready, your manager comes into your dressing room.
"There's an issue with the ticket scanners outside, their system went down."
You look at her like she has four heads.
"What?"
"Your show is going to be pushed back at least forty five minutes, there's still so many fans that aren't inside yet."
"What the fuck?? That means my set will be shortened. I'm going to have to cut some songs."
She nods, walking over to you.
"Yes, unfortunately. I need you to go down this list quickly and cut songs that you don't mind not performing."
You look at her in disbelief, taking the clipboard that she hands you.
The air in your room feels heavy from the tension and stress.
You scribble out a few songs, handing the clipboard back.
Your manager leaves the room.
You get on your phone, texting your mom the news— very upset.
A text from Cam comes in.
"I know shit between us hasn't been right in a while, but bullshit aside—I'm not over you. I don't think I ever will be."
Your heart flutters in your chest.
Despite the situationship that you have going on, Cam has always had a special place in your heart.
Your finger hovers over the text box.
"You always know how to make me smile when I need it most." You reply.
He hearts your message.
"That's my job, pretty."
You smile, even when you shouldn't. You should be focused on your work, not entertaining these two jealous as men.
Hair and makeup finishes, your manager coming to give you an update as they walk out.
"We're good to go, the situation has been handled. You're on in ten."
You nod, staring into the mirror.
Your phone dings with a text from Stack.
"Have fun out there tonight, baby."
You send a kissy face emoji and make your way out of the room towards the stage.
The crowd is full, a completely full house and they're so loud that you can barely think.
You get your mic on and put in your ear pieces.
"You're on in 5..4..3..2..1.."
You walk out, the bright lights shining on you and the crowd erupting with louder screams.
A smile on your face, you put your mic up to your lips.
"How are we doing tonight, California?"
"I'm so glad to be here. I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm going to give you guys one of my best performances yet."
The lights on stage start changing colors, your music playing.
When you preform you feel on top of the world, a feeling no one can take away from you.
During your concert, the celeb cam pans around the private pass section— showing all the celebrities. The camera lands on Cam, who you didn't even know was there.
Your mouth wide from shock and your fans screaming even louder.
This show has just been filled with surprises.
You finish up your last song—waving and blowing kisses to the crowd before exiting.
When you get backstage, you pull your mic off and drink an entire bottle of water—trying to cool off.
You look up and see Cam standing to the side, roses in his hand.
You walk up to him, trying to hide your grin.
"I didn’t know you were coming."
He smiles— giving you a hug and your flowers.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"You certainly did." You mumble.
You two walk to your dressing room, taking a second and getting privacy.
You get in the room, shutting the door.
The hum of the lights from your vanity bounces off the walls.
Cam gets closer to you, closing the gap.
"I missed you, so fucking much."
You look up at him, your heart ready to beat out of your chest.
"You don't have to suck up to me. I know this is because of Stack.”
He scoffs, his thumb tracing your cheek.
"I don't give a fuck about him. I care about you and what we got going on. I admit that I was wrong for allowing our relationship to be in a space where you could end up involved with him."
"I should've just acted right from the start and I'm sorry. I'm here now, though." He confesses.
He leans in, kissing you.
His lips on yours feels like finally being able to see a distant memory clearly again.
The kiss makes you feel warm inside, warm the way that he used to make you feel.
Your kiss deepens, but you pull away.
"Cam.."
"What?" He mumbles.
"I can't do the back and forth with you. You're always half in, half out and that's not what I need."
"I'm done with that shit. I am."
You want to believe him so badly, but you pull away.
The tension in the room thick, unforgiving.
You walk out of your dressing room, Cam following behind you—Stack coming up the hallway.
You stop in your tracks and so does he.
"Stack, what.. what are you doing here?"
His brows furrow, Cam standing right behind you.
"The fuck you got going on?"
"It's not what it looks like." You reply.
He steps closer.
"What I tell you about this light bright ass ni**a, huh?"
Cam laughs, pointing his finger.
"Man go on with that lame ass shit. Watch how you fucking speak her."
Stack chuckles.
"She knows what's up and I ain't even talking to you, take yo bitch ass on somewhere."
Cam's brow raises.
"Bitch? The only bitch around this motherfucker is you and your hoe ass mama."
You gasp, your ears ringing.
"Cam!"
Stack drops the flowers, charging him.
"What'd you just say bitch?"
You stand in between the two of them.
"Stop! Both of you."
"This fucking pussy got the wrong one." Cam barks.
"He's just mad a motherfucker fucked his girl and did a better job than he did." Stack taunts.
Cams shoulders pulled back.
"Man what??"
Cam throws a punch.
"What the fuck?!" You shout.
They start fighting, beating the shit out of each other.
"Guys stop!" You scream.
Security runs down the halls, trying to break it up.
You storm away, blood boiling and leaving those two fools to show their ass.
Tonight started off good and they just had to ruin it with their egos.
You grab your stuff and leave the building, heading to your hotel room.
You have a headache and now you need to figure out who you're going to choose. You clearly can't keep seeing both of them, their egos can't handle it and after tonight, they might both be cut off.
You told them that you wanted your relationships to be stress free and they're the exact opposite of that.
You have alot of thinking to do.
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all the petty scenes & all the pretty things | hjs
(where your best friend organizes a weekend away for all your single friends on valentine's and you have to deal with his very annoying roommate)
pairing: joshua hong x f!reader genre: (one-sided) enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers (kinda) | smut & fluff rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: 20.5k warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, drinking games, this is vaguely a long valentine's weekend (the holiday is barely mentioned), best friend jeonghan (yes, that's a warning), joshua is a menace, but reader is a bit of an unreliable narrator, so much kissing, multiple sex scenes, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (they talk about it but don't do this), oral sex (f. receiving), some scratching, teasing, briefest edging?, aftercare, nipple/breast play, briefest mention of thigh riding, come eating, idk joshua is just pussy whipped and down horrendous
a/n: another one for the Lonely Hearts Collab organized by the incredibly talented @camandemstudios. please make sure you check out the other amazing fics (like i will be now that i've gotten through both). i'm not really sure what to say about this. something happens when i write joshua and it just...gets away from me. thank you to @tomodachiii, @highvern, and @lovetaroandtaemin for sprinting with me at the end to keep me motivated. and thank you to @100vern for supporting whatever characterization of joshua i wanted.
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When your best friend, Jeonghan, suggests going away as a group of friends for a Valentine’s trip, you don’t really ask any questions. He says that he wants the trip to be more about friendships than romantic relationships and that sounds great since you’re single at the moment. You don’t hate the holiday or anything. It’s just nice to know that you’ll have something to do that doesn’t revolve around whether or not you’re dating someone. And he says that it’s all going to be planned and all you have to do is show up. Sounds pretty good to you. You give him your budget so that he can find something that works for everyone and pretend you actually had the option on whether you agreed. You don’t have the option, you know, because Jeonghan wasn’t asking. Besides, Jeonghan has been your best friend for years, so you know that it’ll be fun.
It occurs to you when the trip gets closer that Jeonghan is your best friend and you really should know to ask for more details. You know better. Part of that includes just which friends that he’s invited to this trip or if there are any that you’re not also friends with. Generally speaking, Jeonghan has excellent taste in friends. He’s intentional with his time, always has been. It also usually takes him time to get comfortable with newer people. So, when he counts someone as a close friend, you typically know it’s someone that you’re also going to like. It’s why you have nearly identical friend circles. The one exception? His new roommate that you actually cannot stand.
A few months ago, someone new moved into Jeonghan’s apartment after his old roommate and a close friend of both of yours, Wonwoo, moved out to live with his girlfriend. Enter Joshua. At first appearance, he’s kind, patient, artistic, and funny. Nothing that raises any sort of red flags. All your friends seem to like him immediately and none of them can seem to understand your beef with him. Especially since he never has anything negative to say about you. It makes you feel a little crazy. But, you know that you’re not. You know that this man may be just as petty as you and you know that sometimes he fucks with you just because he can. Never anything malicious. He’s not actually a terrible person. He just seems to delight in the fact that you don’t like him and that your friends give you a hard time over it. Can’t understand your issue when so many of them also love to fuck with you.
You consider backing out when Jeonghan conveniently lets you know exactly who’s coming a few days before leaving. Up until that point, he was relatively vague. Just the standard group of friends you hang out with. Nobody that creates any sort of problems. He reminds you, when you want to back out, that the deposit is already down on the rental house and the activities are already set. You’re locked into time off from work regardless of going or not. Plus, all the rest of your favorite people (the single ones, at least) will be there so why not just go on the trip anyway? What’s the worst that can happen?
You think you’re going to be revisiting that conversation a lot over the course of the trip.
By the time the trip actually comes around, you’re looking forward to it. So what if Joshua is going to be there? It’s a decent sized group going and the listing for the house you’re staying in is beautiful. There are plenty of places for you to hang out without being on top of someone you don’t like that much. Plus, the shortened week leading up to the trip has crawled by. You need this break. Haven’t really had one since the new year started. Thankfully, you’re able to get done with your work on time and are out the door without giving anyone the chance to add more work onto your plate.
When you get into your car a few minutes later, after changing into something more comfortable for the ride, you take a deep breath. Half an hour later, you have another of your closest friends, Jennie, in the front seat and the pair of you are off to your getaway. You’re happy that it’s just you and her because at least she hears you out on not liking Joshua. Doesn’t really have any suggestions, but she’s a good ear and an even better partner in crime for the drive up. She has playlists ready, snacks packed, and even a little cooler of drinks. All of that means that you only have to stop once for a bathroom break, to get a little more gas, and to see if you can get something more resembling actual food. The car ride itself is uneventful.
Once you get to the house? Not so much. Based on the cars already there, you think that you and Jennie might be the last ones to show up. That only feels confirmed when you get into the house and everyone is already spread out and making themselves at home. Jeonghan is quick to come over, a little bit of alcohol on his breath, and welcome you. He lets you know that rooms aren’t decided yet and they wanted to make sure you were there before assigning anything.
And of course, in typical Jeonghan fashion, he has to make it a game for you to figure out where you’re all going to be sleeping. Everyone gets a quick chance to look through the rooms and see which they might want. Of course, you instantly fall in love with the feel of one room. It shouldn’t matter but the colors feel relaxing, the artwork on the walls is your style, and the beds feel comfy. You give Jennie a look that clearly says you should try to share it. Which shouldn’t be an issue because it’s not even the fanciest room. Once you all look at the rooms, you draw for numbers and Jeonghan explains that you’ll go in order and stand in the room you want. If more people want a room than it fits, then they’ll have to come up with a way to decide who gets it. It’s kind of silly, but everyone seems into it and you just go along. Find yourself getting a little excited when you get to go second, too.
When it’s your turn, you head straight for the room you want and let out a sigh of relief seeing it’s empty. Jennie has a higher number, so you’ll have to wait to see what happens. It seems like everything is going to go well until Joshua walks into the room with that obnoxious smile on his face. You figure he’ll turn around when he sees you. Instead, he smiles more and plops himself down on the free bed. You are determined not to say anything to him and just wait for Jennie to come along. Only…she never does. Jeonghan calls through the house to say that everyone has picked their rooms and to figure it out if there are too many people in the room.
“You look confused,” he observes and the furrow in your brow deepens.
“I was expecting…” you start and shake your head.
“Jennie?” he asks and you frown. “I mentioned that I also really wanted this room and she said she would try for a different room since I was before her.”
“Traitor,” you say under your breath.
“What’s that?” he asks, clearly amused.
“Nothing,” you say. “You could have picked another room, too, you know.”
“All we have to do here is sleep. The beds in this room are the most comfortable and they’re facing the right way. The decorations are relaxing enough that it'll be easy to fall asleep. I want this room,” he says.
“But, I’m here,” you say kind of lamely.
“Not the same problem it is for me that it is for you. You’re welcome to switch with someone else, though,” he says.
“Not a…you hate me,” you say incredulously.
“No, I don’t. Why would you think that?” Joshua asks and you just blink at him.
“Because you’re always fucking with me,” you say stupidly.
Joshua tsks with that infuriating smile still firmly in place. “I promise, sweetheart, I don’t hate you and I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“But…” you start as he gets to his feet.
“I’m going to get my bags. Do you want me to grab yours as well?” he asks. You try to splutter out a response which only makes him smile more knowingly.
Once you gather your thoughts, you also get up to get your own bags. He may have thrown you off for a second, but you’re stubborn and you’re not letting him win at this. You’re not really sure what game he’s playing or why he’s messing with you this way. You’re also not sure why Jennie let you fall into this situation without so much as a fight. That’s a conversation for later when you know that you won’t be overheard. For now, you’re going to get settled in the house and have a very large drink. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, after all, and you’re going to need all of your strength.
Your first night goes much easier than you expect. There are enough people that you don’t have to directly interact with your new roommate for the trip. Then, you’re asleep before Joshua comes to bed. Somehow, he’s already out of bed before you get up. A sure sign that you managed to get peaceful sleep. Another sign that you made the right call with the bedroom. It just feels really relaxing. That peace lasts as long as it takes you to get dressed and head out into the kitchen area for coffee. Joshua looks like he’s holding court as he uses the unnecessarily elaborate coffee machine to fill everyone’s orders. And like every other time, they all look completely happy to have him around. You cannot understand it. This is the man that’s been terrorizing you since moving in with Jeonghan and acting like he’s an innocent little angel. Constantly telling you that he would never be chaotic or a menace. It makes you insane.
(Terrorizing is an incredibly strong word and the rational part of you knows that. Knows that he’s not some evil demon sent from Hell to fight with you, specifically. Knows he doesn’t fuck with you anymore than someone like Jeonghan does. The irrational part of you has decided that fighting with him is the hill you’re willing to die on. That irrational part doesn’t even consider there could be a reason for him acting the way he does with you.)
“Oh this is so cute!” Jennie says as he hands over her mug with perfect latte art. You didn’t realize this was some fancy coffee house set up.
Joshua smiles soft, the kind that he never shows you, and pushes his glasses back up his nose. Nobody should be allowed to look that good while wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt. But, he’s got that just rolled out of bed look that would work if you didn’t hate everything about him. His eyes land on you and his smile changes entirely. You think it looks like he’s up to something. Jennie turns around and catches sight of you.
“Babe! You have to let Shua make you coffee. Look how cute this is!” she squeals and shows off her cup as you walk over to her.
“Shua?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t worry, you can still just call me Joshua,” he says like he’s doing you a favor.
“How about Satan?” you ask under your breath.
His face lights up with that all-too-common look of mischief and you know he heard you. “You know, I prefer Lucifer, actually.”
“Why is that?” you ask. “They were the same.”
“In theory, maybe. But, we talk more about Lucifer being a fallen angel than Satan. Plus, it just sounds better, especially when you add Morningstar onto the end. Just a fallen star,” he says and you roll your eyes. He turns back to the coffee machine. “Coffee?”
“Are you asking me?” you say and look around. Everyone else seems to have coffee already.
“Who else?” he answers with a question of his own. A challenge implicit in the words
“I can make my own, thanks,” you say. “You might put salt into it instead of sugar.”
He turns around, a lock of faux outrage on his face. “Wow.”
“Come on. Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” Jennie asks. It’s just the three of you at the kitchen island.
“Oh, coming from the traitor,” you say without any real heat to it.
Jennie shrugs, entirely unashamed. “I’m sharing with Seungcheol. He doesn’t snore and he might’ve had to share the bed with Mingyu otherwise. When Joshua said he wanted your same room, I didn’t feel like fighting when I still might lose.”
You sigh at her and Joshua just watches the exchange with more interest than you expect. “So, where are we on letting me make your coffee?”
“Fine,” you say with another sigh.
Jennie only chuckles under her breath as she gets up off the stool, coffee in hand. “Enjoy.”
Joshua looks at you with the same annoying smile and asks how you like your coffee. You answer him while saying as little as possible and he’s off to work. It’s a nice break once he turns around. He can’t give you shit while he’s focusing so hard on the drink. For a second, you even forget to watch the ingredients he uses. He’s so peaceful. Thankfully (for you, at least), you shake yourself out of it before he turns back around with your mug.
“Here,” he says and hands it over with the sly smile he saves for you. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
It’s casual, the way he says it. Like the way you would say it to an acquaintance or even a newer friend. Certainly not the way you expect him to say it to you. Actually, you don’t expect to hear him say it at all. You roll your eyes for the hundredth time. “Thanks, you too.”
His eyes are still on you and it’s unnerving. “Aren’t you going to try it?”
The alarm bells go off in your head. It’s so easy to imagine him fucking with you. It’s not like you could see through his body to know what he was doing while making the coffee. If you say anything now, though, and it’s a normal cup, then you’ll be the one who seems crazy. All that’s left to do is (begrudgingly) take a sip. Which you do. It takes everything in you not to give away that it’s the best cup of coffee in your life. How does he manage to make it taste so good? How does he get perfect portions of everything?
You must not totally control your face because he smiles again like he can read your mind. Then he prompts the answer he must already know. “So?”
“It’s not bad,” you say noncommittally.
“Not bad?” Seungcheol asks. It’s beyond you how that man manages to sneak up on you. Makes you start a little. He only chuckles at that and puts a hand on your arm to steady you. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.”
“It’s fine,” you say with a smile. After all, you don’t have beef with him. Jeonghan, maybe, and Joshua, definitely, but not Seungcheol. You can’t blame Jennie for saving him from sharing a bed with Mingyu when Mingyu sleeps like a starfish.
“This is the best coffee I’ve ever had. I want to pay him to just make me a cup whenever I need it,” he jokes.
Joshua shrugs, feigning a humility that you know he doesn’t feel. It’s the version of him that everyone else but you seems to get. It just feels so fake. Doesn’t occur to you that maybe it’s all the real him. That he could be both a chaos demon and a genuinely nice person all at once. Or maybe you’re getting the fake version of him.
“It’s nothing,” Joshua says, like the compliment makes him shy. “I worked as a barista while I was in school. Got pretty good at it because it meant better tips.”
“You know, maybe we should talk about you opening a coffee shop. I know some people who might want to invest and you’re wasting away in an office job. You’re much better around people,” Seungcheol says.
You snort and quickly cover it. Although Seungcheol seems to second guess what he heard, one look at Joshua tells you he knows. His face is even again by the time the other man looks back. Leave it to Seungcheol and his giant heart to want to help someone who may not even deserve it. Before you can say anything else, you excuse yourself from the conversation with a final forced thank you. You don’t want to spend the whole weekend feeling crazy any time someone sees you bickering with Joshua. With a whole weekend like this, he’s bound to show his true colors. And you’ll be waiting for that moment. No, you don’t think that’s crazy at all. It’s just how it has to be.
The rest of the morning and afternoon pass in kind of a blur. You and Jennie offer to do the big grocery shopping trip to get everything on the communal list. There had been a little bit of food, some drinks, and plenty of coffee. But, you need food for the rest of the weekend, especially with tonight being a meal in the house to avoid the insanity of Valentine’s Day crowds. Shopping the night before just hadn’t been on the agenda either. So, you and Jennie head out to brave any last minute shoppers with a (slightly longer than expected) list of what you think you’ll need the rest of the weekend.
Once you get back, Jeonghan is quick to take over while ushering you off to hang out in the living room. You’re not sure if he unpacks the groceries, or, more realistically, gets someone else to handle it. That’s definitely something nice about having a house full of people. There’s no shortage of helping hands. It’s just nice to get to sit for a minute. The grocery store had been busier than expected. You don’t mind crowds, neither does Jennie. There’s just something about holidays that seems to bring out the worst in those that are out last minute.
It seems like people have scattered while you were at the store. The weather doesn’t quite feel warm enough to be outside. It is sunny, though, and that seems like enough to pull some of your friends outside to kick a ball around. Definitely not something that appeals to you. Instead, you drift over to join Jun and Jeonghan playing a boardgame. Most of your friends have a rule against playing games with Jeonghan because he’s not above cheating for fun. Or just to win since he can be competitive. That’s never been a rule you bothered with. It’s just as fun for you to see his reactions when you don’t react to his cheating. That can be more fun than the game itself. Besides, you’re pretty good at a lot of the games he plays. It’s a safe option while Joshua is outside.
Eventually, Jun has to excuse himself from your games. Not really a big loss to Jeonghan since Jun really only joined for the vibes and because running around outside felt like too much work. As the afternoon slips away, he leaves to join Mingyu in the kitchen. The two of them are tackling dinner for the entire group. A fact you’re all happy with since they’re both incredible cooks. You, personally, are less excited when Joshua plops into Jun’s vacated seat, freshly showered after being outside. His hair is still wet as he shakes it out a little and runs a hand through it to get it out of his face.
“What’s with the glasses today?” Jeonghan asks and Joshua rolls his eyes.
“I wear glasses a lot. Are you saying that you’re not just always staring at my face?” Joshua retorts. Jeonghan is the only other person Joshua ever messes around with. But, it’s very different than with you. Those two banter. Sass each other back and forth. Joshua genuinely fucks with you. At least, that’s how it feels to you.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes at his roommate and glances over at you for some reason. Even as long as you’ve been friends, you still can’t read the look on your best friend’s face. It looks like he’s putting something together and you have no idea what. Aren’t sure you want to know, honestly. He and Joshua may not have been roommates long, but Jeonghan considers them two peas in a pod. Yet, somehow everyone knows Jeonghan is a demon with a kind heart, while nobody thinks Joshua is anything but sweet.
“Please tell me you didn’t wear glasses so…” your best friend starts, only to be quickly cut off.
“I thought we were playing games over here,” Joshua interrupts. Although Jeonghan narrows his eyes, he doesn’t comment further. Weird.
“I’ll leave the roommates to it,” you say flatly and start to stand up. Jeonghan grabs your arm gently, so you could pull away if you wanted. It’s just to get your attention.
“Come on, you can’t abandon us. The games are more fun with more than two people,” he says. Gives you that angelic smile you still haven’t figured out how to ignore after years of friendship.
“I was going to…” you start and trail off when a good excuse eludes you.
“What?” Jeonghan challenges with that sparkle in his eye. “Help in the kitchen? Watch whatever Jennie is trying to teach Cheol? Let Soonyoung corner you the way he probably cornered Jihoon and Sana to talk about his idea to adopt a tiger?”
“He’s a menace,” you protest weakly, glancing briefly at Joshua. He’s been watching the exchange with clear interest and this makes him laugh.
“Jeonghan is your best friend!” he says while holding back a laugh.
“Yeah, but everyone knows he’s a menace,” you start.
“Hey!”
“Oh you are, Hannie, don’t deny it.”
“Still.” He pouts at you and you know it means he’s not actually upset. He is a menace and the most loyal person you know. It’s fine.
“You, on the other hand,” you say, turning to Joshua. He gives you a look of polite interest. “You’re a menace and everyone thinks you’re an angel.”
“I am an angel,” he says with a shrug.
“Every day the universe tests my patience,” you say under your breath.
“Just play with us,” Jeonghan says and you sigh.
“Fine.”
In some ways, it is actually funnier than playing with Jun. Joshua tries to be stealthy as he cheats, but you’re best friends with Jeonghan and you’ve absolutely seen it all. The normal rules go out the window and you all try to see who can be the sneakiest in cheating for an advantage. Your best friend receives a shock with how well you keep pace. Not that it should be surprising. You pick things up with Jeonghan in your life. Despite how much fun you’re having, you stop just short of admitting that. Can’t let Joshua have the satisfaction.
Eventually, it’s time for everyone to head back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Even though you’re staying in, everyone wants to get dressed up. Pretend you’re all fancy for no real reason. You let Joshua go back to the room first. He and Sana are relieving Mingyu and Jun so that they can also get ready for dinner. At least you have the confidence neither of them will burn anything. He’s changed by the time you return to the room and sit down on your bed to do your makeup.
“Trying to impress someone?” he asks, voice low in a way that’s unfamiliar to you.
It makes you glance up at him sharply, searching to understand the tone. He doesn’t have his standard sly grin on his face and it’s a little disarming. Instead, he’s studying your face. “Sometimes I just like to look nice.”
Joshua turns to grab his watch and says something under his breath. Something so quiet that you can’t hear it even looking right at him. Can’t read his lips either since you’re looking at his profile. He seems so concentrated and, for once, unguarded. It gives you a moment to take him in when you usually try not to linger on him for more than a moment. He’s wearing a crisp dress shirt with the top few buttons undone. Just the right amount of casual and dressy. Your eyes linger on his necklace that should look a little too fine or thin, yet somehow works on him. It’s an interesting combination. Something you might expect to see on Jeonghan with all his delicate features. Lost in your consideration of the piece of jewelry, you miss the moment Joshua finishes fastening this watch and looks back up.
“Were you staring at me?” he asks and you’re not surprised to hear his usual tone back. Maybe a little cockiness thrown in for good measure.
“Your necklace, actually,” you answer. It comes out much more smooth than you feel after being caught staring at your enemy.
He chuckles and touches a hand to it. Runs a careful finger along the chain. Then, he smirks at you and you know there’s no good that can come from that. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you borrow it.”
A million things run through your head at that statement. None of them can come out of your mouth, though. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Sana in the kitchen so our lovely chefs can get ready?”
“Sure,” he agrees easily and you like that tone even less. It’s like he knows some kind of secret that you’re not in on. It’s unnerving. He turns to the door before giving you a chance to say anything else. “See you at dinner.”
What the hell was that?
You finish getting ready and head out into the dining area to find Jennie and Soonyoung setting the table. As seems to be usual, he has entirely too much energy for such a simple task. It’s kind of endearing, really. Everything with him around the group feels exciting, even the boring things. Jeonghan is just behind them with little name cards to assign you where to sit. You would roll your eyes if it weren’t so completely him. Though, he seems to have taken at least a partial night off from causing problems on purpose. Your seat is between Jennie and Jihoon, which seems harmless enough. Knowing Ji, he may not even have much to say.
As something to do, you help bring food to the table. Everything looks amazing. Not that it’s a surprise. If Seungcheol wants to pay Joshua to make him coffee every day, you wish you could pay Mingyu to cook all your meals. Even as the one who went grocery shopping, you aren’t expecting this. There’s an assortment of dishes, both hot and cold, with something seemingly from every food group. And it smells even better than it looks. Everyone loads up their plates and takes their assigned seats. Naturally, Jeonghan sits at the head. And, of course, Joshua is sitting across from you. Not directly across from you, no. Jeonghan has him sitting across from Jennie. It seems deliberate since you’re far more likely to turn to chat with Jennie than Jihoon. But, nothing should ruin your mood or this dinner. Instead, you heap your praise on Mingyu and Jun before digging in. Just kind of follow the conversation as it goes.
Dinner is just as amazing as you imagined it would be. Even cleaning up after dinner goes quickly. And then it’s to the part of the night Jeonghan seems most excited about: drinking and playing games. Multiple people veto Soonyoung’s request to play strip poker, causing him to pout. So, Seungcheol jumps in with another card game where you can all drink and keep your clothes on. Someone seems to mutter that everyone keeping their clothes on is boring, earning a chuckle. Still, you all settle around a large coffee table and start drinking. Jihoon joins once he gets a playlist going for background music.
The game lasts longer than you expect before Soonyoung starts to lose interest again. And he doesn’t seem to be alone. He’s giggling along with Jun and Sana, the lightest of the lightweights in the group when it comes to drinking. None of them are really paying attention to their turns, but how can you be mad? They’re all so cute. So happy.
“Oh I know!” Soonyoung says, volume several settings too loud.
“Inside voice, Soonie,” Sana giggles.
“We should play truth or dare,” he says. It’s still a bit too loud, but at least your ears don’t hurt.
“Soonyoung, we’re adults,” Jihoon says, only a slight flush to his cheeks showing he’s been drinking.
“Which makes it even more fun,” Jun chimes in.
Jihoon looks around for support. Looks for someone else to object. Most people only shrug. You all know that Soonyoung is going to get what he wants. He’s got a cute pout and he never asks for anything that would actually make someone uncomfortable. Why not play a silly game while drinking with friends on a getaway to forget none of you are in relationships at the moment? What could possibly go wrong?
The first few rounds, as always, are pretty mild. Nobody wants to be the first one to cross the line into something a little raunchier. Then the drinks keep flowing and people seem to get a little looser. Soonyoung gives Sana a lap dance that has the entire group on the edge of their seats. Jihoon has to admit that he wrote half a dozen songs about a crush on Sana when he first got started (which earns him a kiss on the cheek from the woman in question). Mingyu has to share a sexual fantasy. Sana has to suck on someone’s fingers (and picks Jihoon, which makes his cheeks flush). Around and around it goes with the only constant being that neither option is safer. It all depends on who’s asking and who they’re asking. The majority of what comes out is known to at least part of the group since most of you have been friends for years. It’s also all in good fun while the drinks flow.
“Joshua, truth or dare?” Jeonghan says and his roommate seems delighted.
“Dare, obviously,” he says without a second thought.
You roll your eyes and take a drink while you watch Jeonghan pretend to consider. It’s an act, one you know well. He knows what he’s going to say and it comes out a second later. “I dare you to whisper in someone’s ear til they blush.”
“Something dirty?” Joshua asks.
Jeonghan just shrugs. “Up to you about whatever you think will work best.”
Joshua casts his eyes around the group like he’s actually considering. You figure he’ll probably pick someone whose cheeks are already a bit flushed from drinking. Make it easier on himself. That’s what Jeonghan would do, at least. It’s only when you realize that he’s moving towards you that you get a little nervous. Jennie offers you a smile before getting up so that he can sit next to you. You really need to get better friends. It should be fine, though, because you don’t blush that easily. Definitely not because of someone you don’t even like.
Your other friends seem to move a little further away, too. Maybe so they can see better or maybe so they don’t hear what he says. This is a test of wills and it’s one you intend to win as you give him the most neutral look. Unfortunately, he surprises you right from the start by gently taking hold of your chin and turning your face away from him. His fingers are just as gentle when they push your hair away from your ear. It’s the way you treat someone you actually like, not someone you constantly terrorize. The warmth from his breath tickles you as he leans into your ear.
“You think you have me fooled. Want me to think that you can’t stand me,” he begins and you’re already fighting off a shiver. His voice is low, as smooth as honey and just as sweet. He keeps a hand around the back of your head and one in front of his own face to create the illusion of privacy. Even though nobody else could hear him with his voice so low.
“I know, though. I know there’s a very fine line between hate and…desire. I saw the way you looked at my necklace earlier. Tracked the way you watched my fingers slide along the smooth chain. Were you imagining what else my fingers could do? Maybe you want to imagine them sliding across your lips. I’d do it if all our friends weren’t watching. Or maybe you were thinking about having my fingers ghost over your neck. Applying feather light pressure.”
It’s getting harder for you to keep your cool. There’s a slideshow of the least sexy images that you can conjure playing in your mind. You cannot lose this to Joshua, of all people. Anyone else, fine. Just not him.
“Hmm. Or maybe it’s my mouth that gets you going. That mouth that’s always terrorizing you. Always seems to have something to say. Do you want to know what it feels like pressed into your skin? Do you want to imagine me dipping my head down from your ear? Can you imagine me sucking a mark into the soft skin of your neck and then soothing you by running my tongue over the spot? I will keep kissing down your skin. Finding every spot that makes you moan. I bet you make the sweetest sounds…”
“BESTIE!” Jeonghan says, nearly shrieking with delight. “Oh my god, I cannot believe he got you!”
Joshua pulls away with the worst grin you’ve ever seen and you just huff out in annoyance. Cross your arms and firmly look anywhere but Joshua. It’s all you can do to try and calm down the rapid beating of your heart. You shake your head and then glare at your best friend.
“What was he saying?” Mingyu asks, feeding too much into bullshit.
“That’s between us,” Joshua says as he gets up to return to his original seat.
“Cannot believe he managed to make our strongest soldier blush like that,” Sana says through a giggle.
“Is she?” Joshua asks Sana, seeming genuinely intrigued. Sana raises her eyebrows in question. “Our strongest soldier?”
“Yeah, nothing gets her, usually,” Mingyu says and you cast a look at him for betraying you.
“It was like he was reading some smutty book to me. I wasn’t even thinking about it being him,” you say with a pout.
“Sure, sure,” Jeonghan says dismissively and turns to his roommate. “Your turn.”
Part of you expects him to turn it right back on you given the look on his face. He surprises you, though, and turns over to Sana. You space out on whatever the truth or dare is. Kind of can’t think about anything other than the things Joshua whispered into your ear. You know he didn’t mean any of it. There’s no world where Joshua wants to do any of those things with you. And no world where you want him too, either, you remind yourself. It just kills you that he won this round. You refocus just in time to hear Sana direct the next question to you.
“Truth or dare?” she asks
Sana is trustworthy. Not someone out to get you, so it’s easy to answer. “Dare.”
“Kiss the most attractive person…” she starts, only to get an elbow to the side from Soonyoung. “Sorry, I want you to kiss the most attractive guy on the lips for at least 5 seconds. Jennie and I are off the table.”
“What would it take to get you on the table?” Seungcheol jokes and somehow keeps it from sounding sleazy.
You roll your eyes and look around the group. All of your friends are pretty, which makes something like this hard. Easy to overthink, too. That’s when it hits you. Quickly rising, you make it seem like you’re heading towards Joshua. His face shows surprise for the briefest moment. At the last second, you curve towards Mingyu.
“Can I kiss you?”
He chuckles, catching onto your game immediately. “Not like it’s the first time.”
You lean in and press a kiss to his lips. It’s nothing that deep, but you do make sure it lasts longer than five seconds. When you pull away, Joshua seems to be watching intently. Even follows you back to your seat.
“Hey, now why does Mingyu get to be the most attractive?” Soonyoung protests with a pout.
“Maybe because he’s a literal model?” Jennie says with a laugh.
“Details,” Soonyoung says dismissively.
During the exchange you look back at Joshua and tune out the bickering. You find his eyes already on you, an unreadable look on his face. “Truth or dare?”
Joshua’s eyes widen. “Me?”
“Mhm,” you hum in agreement.
His eyes narrow, just for a second. “Truth.”
“What’s your most embarrassing sex story?”
The question seems to catch him further off guard and you’re not sure what he expected you to ask. Maybe he thought you would ask about why he’s always terrorizing you. This is infinitely better, though. The way he answers will tell you a lot about him.
He actually launches into a legitimate story. Apparently, he had been dating someone and wanted to spice things up a little in the relationship. So, he let himself into her apartment to set up a little dinner for them and then stripped down to a sexy waiter outfit. Just cuffs, a collar, and the tiniest underwear known to man. The only problem was that she didn’t know that he was setting up the surprise and showed up back at her place with her parents, who he had not even met yet. He was never able to recover from it and they broke up. It’s not technically a sex story, but you let him have it because it’s definitely embarrassing.
The game carries on once again. The truths and dares get bolder until someone reels it back in with something a little tamer and the cycle resets. You think you might be in the clear, even though your mind still lingers in places you wish it wouldn’t. If your friends can tell you’re zoning out, they don’t call you on it. You’re actually surprised the game has gone on this long with everyone drinking and being silly. It’s kind of nice too, though, to get to take a break from real world responsibilities. There’s a lightness to the whole night that makes you warm. At least, that’s what you’re deciding has you feeling the way you are.
“Okay, last one and then we’re moving onto a drinking game,” Seungcheol says.
“Bossy,” Jennie comments and earns a smattering of chuckles.
“You up for it?” Seungcheol asks Joshua.
“Sure, dare,” he says without missing a beat.
“No more of this whispering in her ear to make her blush, I want to see an actual kiss,” Seungcheol says and looks right at you.
“Excuse me?” you ask. He’s the last person you imagine engaging in whatever this is that the rest of your friends are up to.
“I could cut the tension with a knife and I just wanna see if it’s one sided,” he says, unapologetic.
“Didn’t take you as the type who liked to watch,” Jeonghan says, shit-eating grin taking over his face.
“Oh, I’m into all sorts of things, but we can talk about that later,” Seungcheol says with a wink at Jeonghan. You forget, sometimes, that he can be just as insufferable as your best friend. He turns back to you. “You can back out, though.”
Joshua is watching you for your reaction and his face is unreadable. It’s impossible to tell if he actually wants to do this or if he’s just going along with the game. You know that he won’t follow through if you say no, though. Maybe it’s the drinks coursing through you, but it doesn’t feel like the worst thing in the world. The buzz in your veins is pleasant and you know you’re still totally in control.
“Well?” Joshua presses when you don’t say anything.
You try to seem unaffected again by rolling your eyes. Can tell by the looks you get that it doesn’t really work. So, you huff out a short reply. “Fine.”
For the second time tonight, Joshua rises from his seat and crosses to you. Jennie doesn’t even get a chance to move this time because he reaches a hand to you and pulls you to your feet. It’s gentle again, just like he was when he whispered filth into your ear. Almost cautiously, he puts one hand on your waist, sliding it along so it’s on your back as he pulls you into him. His other hand rests on your cheek and then he kisses you. Not just a peck like you’re expecting. His lips are impossibly soft and it takes everything in you not to sink further into it. To fight the way your body wants to respond to his touch. The next second, he pulls back. When you meet his eyes, it’s the first time you can remember seeing him look like that. Soft, unguarded, curious. The mask slips back into place when he steps away.
“Satisfied?” Joshua asks Seungcheol.
“Oh, definitely.”
Nobody says anything about the kiss as you move into whatever drinking game Seungcheol picks to play next. There are plenty of looks that both you and Joshua miss, though. It’s almost like seeing the version of Joshua that all your friends talk about. The one who could be kind and thoughtful. Funny and supportive. All the sides you’re very convinced are reserved for anyone but you. It makes your head spin in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol in your system. It fills you with questions, too. Why did he kiss you like that? It’s the kind of first kiss everyone wants. One that’s full of promises and meaning. One that sets the tone for everything going forward.
It’s going to spiral you back into annoyance again if you’re not careful. It’s all just a game to him, right? Just another way to mess with you and get you to think about wanting him. Another way to show that he’s somehow in control of this whole dynamic. That’s a win you can’t give him. So, you dial yourself back into the present and into the game. Make sure to act like everything is fine. And it is. You’re definitely not thinking about the things Joshua whispered in your ear now that you know exactly what his lips feel like on yours.
The next morning comes brighter than you’re expecting. Then, you realize it’s not that early after all. A side effect of staying up into the early hours of the morning having the best night with your friends. Your head feels a little fuzzy from drinking. Could be a lot worse. Thankfully, you drank a ton of water and took a couple painkillers to hedge your bets, so you wake up without a hangover. Sometimes, past-you really does look out for future-you.
In the other bed, Joshua shifts. You freeze, not entirely ready to deal with him before even wiping the sleep from your eyes. Instead, he just rolls over and his breathing stays even. It’s that steady rhythm of someone sleeping soundly. He looks younger, somehow, while he’s sleeping. Or maybe it’s just that he’s completely relaxed. No time for scheming or terrorizing you. There’s an innocence that almost makes you forget the war between you and him. Almost.
After you brush your teeth and wash your face, you decide to see if anyone else in the house is awake. The whole house is quiet, though. Not surprising. You always seem to be the first one awake after a night drinking and this is supposed to be a vacation. There’s no point in waking anyone up when you don’t have plans until later. So, you decide to grab your book, an oversized hoodie that you stole from one of your friends, and one of the blankets from the living room before heading outside. There’s a chill in the air, though not it’s not as bad as the previous day. There’s also heating units on the patio that you can turn on before settling down.
It’s the perfect cozy morning. The heaters and the blanket keep you just warm enough without it being uncomfortable. The world around you is calm, peaceful in a way it never could be in a city. A breeze gently rustles through the trees. Birds call out to each other. There aren’t any of those sounds that people contribute. You get lost in the fictional world and the vivid imagery, completely unaware of anything going on around you.
At least until a voice interrupts your thoughts. A voice that’s quickly becoming too recognizable.
“I brought you coffee,” he says and holds out a steaming mug.
Without consciously making the decision, you move your legs on the couch, allowing him to sit down on the other end. He has his own mug that he blows gently across before taking a sip. Your eyes study his profile for a moment before taking a sip of your own.
“Thank you,” you say without the normal bite.
“I made it the same as yesterday, hope that’s okay,” he says. He’s still facing forward and you can’t really place why. Or why it bothers you that he’s not looking over at you when you’re not even friends.
You sigh. “You make incredible coffee. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
The side of his mouth that you can see quirks into a smile. Probably a smug one, knowing him. Then he does actually turn to face you and, of course, his eyes sparkle. “Still nice to hear.”
“Yes, Joshua, you are the coffee god,” you say with heavy sarcasm.
You set the coffee down on the table long enough so that you can mark the place in your book with the receipt you’re using as a bookmark and set it aside. Somehow, this seems to interest him, even though it seems like the most mundane thing. Instead of trying to figure out what’s going on in his head, you just pick your coffee back up and resume drinking in peace. A peace that only lasts a moment.
“You can tell a lot about someone by how they handle their books,” he says.
That gets your attention even though you know it’s meant to bait you into a conversation. “Is that so?”
“Probably not,” he says with a light laugh. “But, I like that you don’t dog-ear your pages…”
“A crime.”
“And I use receipts as bookmarks, too. Sometimes, from when I buy the books if they don’t just email it to me or otherwise, just one I have lying around. I can’t ever seem to remember an actual bookmark, but who doesn’t have receipts lying around?”
“That’s true,” you concede. Joshua takes another sip of his coffee and shivers a little, even though he’s also got a sweatshirt one. One of Jeonghan’s, you think, because you know you’ve seen him in it. “Here.”
“What?” he asks and turns to you. You’re pushing the edge of the blanket towards him with your foot. It’s plenty big enough to share.
“You brought me coffee. I’m not going to let you shiver,” you say and he smiles at you. One of the real ones that you’re not used to.
“Thanks,” he says and pulls it toward his lap.
“I’m surprised you’re not inside making everyone else coffee, too.”
“Nobody else is awake yet. Or, I didn’t see anyone. I thought I heard voices, could’ve been a TV in one of the rooms. But it seemed so peaceful out here and I figured…”
“You’d come bug me?”
The look he gives you is a little exasperated. Something new on his face. Joshua reaches into the pouch of his sweatshirt and pulls out a book. It’s a title and an author you don’t recognize. You wonder what you might be able to learn from his reading habits.
“I thought I might read, too,” he says instead and glances at your book. “You know, not what I pictured you reading.”
Several responses war in your head, all wanting to come out. You look over at the book to buy yourself a minute to see which answer wins out. “I like fantasy. It’s nice to escape into a world that isn’t real.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he says, seemingly pleased that you’re not being snarky.
“So, why not this, then?” you ask. It hits you that maybe he pays more attention to you than you realize. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at getting under your skin. A thought occurs to you. “If you say you think I’d prefer sparkly vampires, I will end you.”
That makes him laugh, loud and clear. Like he’s not concerned about coming off a certain way. It’s a nice sound, you think. “No, that’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking more fantasy mixed with some kind of dystopia. Not something set in the Middle East.”
“I do like that, too,” you admit grudgingly. “Have you read this one? It was out on a fantasy table at the bookstore and it just sounded interesting.”
“Not yet, maybe you’ll let me borrow it,” he says with that smirk that reminds you just what a pain he can be.
“We’re definitely not at book sharing,” you deadpan, falling right into the trap without realizing.
“So we can swap spit but you won’t share a book with me?”
“Ew.”
“I know the kiss wasn’t so bad that you’re saying ew about it.”
You pull your legs closer into yourself and wrap your hands more tightly around the mug for both warmth and comfort. Regard him for a moment and decide how you want to go forward. There’s something about the setting that makes it feel like the two of you are in your own little bubble. Like you can say things you wouldn’t with your other friends around. Even though you know that you can see the patio from inside, it feels more private. Less on display than you and Joshua were the night before during the game. Somewhere along the chat, Joshua has also turned to face you and crossed his legs in front of him.
“I don’t understand you,” you admit after a moment.
“I didn’t think I was complicated,” he says.
“You hate me…”
“I’ve already told you I don’t.”
“But you picked me to make blush even though there were better options and then kissed me without hesitation.” Joshua opens his mouth, a smart retort on his lips, you’re sure. So you’re quick to cut him off. “And don’t say it was just a dare. I didn’t kiss Mingyu that way and I got to pick whoever I wanted.”
That makes him snap his mouth shut briefly. He takes a slow sip of coffee, seemingly to buy himself a moment to reconsider what to say. It’s hell on you, though, because seeing his lips on the mug reminds you of the way his lips felt against yours last night.
“I don’t hate you,” he repeats to start. “I was maybe a little envious, at the beginning, of your relationship with Jeonghan and the rest of that friend group. I’ve always made friends easily, but this felt different. I know we all joke about it, but Jeonghan and I must have been friends in another life. And I saw how everyone also loved you and joked around with you, but you weren’t like that with me. So it felt a little like I was still on the outside of this group I loved.”
“Who all love you, too, for the record,” you say with a sigh.
“You don’t, though,” he presses.
“Because you terrorize me!” you say without any real heat.
“So does Jeonghan,” he points out.
“He gets best friend privileges,” you say. “And he doesn’t fuck with me like you do.”
“I watched him eat your ice cream out of the freezer and try to convince you that it wasn’t ever yours. And that he had no idea what happened to yours,” he deadpans and you immediately close your mouth, forgetting what you wanted to say.
“I…okay, yeah, he does fuck with me,” you concede.
“I figured if you already didn’t like me, I might as well have a little fun,” he says with a shrug. You can see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though.
“And irritating me, then pretending you haven’t done anything is fun to you?”
“Yeah, actually.”
You huff out in annoyance. “At least you admit that I’m not crazy.”
“Now, that’s not all my doing.”
You’re about to snap back at him when you catch sight of the look on his face. He’s just needling you again. Like he has been since moving in with your best friend. So, you switch tactics, hoping to catch him off guard. “Still doesn’t explain the dares last night.”
Joshua gives you a look that’s almost a little sympathetic. Like there’s something right in front of you that you can’t really figure out. It instantly makes you want to wipe it off him. “Like I said, I like to annoy you. You’re even hotter when you’re annoyed.”
“Excuse…” you start.
The door opens behind you and Jennie pokes her head out. “Brunch is ready, lovebirds.”
“We’re not…” you try to start again.
Joshua is too quick, though. Giving you that obnoxious smirk and slowly moving the blanket off his lap. “Thanks for sharing your blanket with me, sweetheart.”
With that, he’s up and heading inside before your brain can even catch up. God, he’s so fucking infuriating that it’s going to make you crazy. But, as you’re gathering your things to head inside for brunch, and ignoring Jennie’s pointed look, you consider that maybe you did just get to know a lot more about Joshua than you realized.
After brunch, everyone gets ready to head out to the action park. This had been a Soonyoung and Jun suggestion, but everyone seems pretty interested. Since they’re the only ones who have been to one before, you’re not entirely sure what to expect just from the website. In person, it’s actually really cool. They have go karts, bumper cars, indoor mini golf, rock climbing and ropes courses, small ziplines, laser tag, and even more things that you can’t really put a name to. There’s definitely something for everyone and it lets you split off to go do whatever seems the most interesting.
You’re barely in the door before Soonyoung and Jun are running off giggling. Jeonghan peels off to go karts. He’s not a great driver, but he’s as competitive as they come and it’s definitely something he can try to win at. A little surprising, especially with mini golf being right there, but whatever floats his boat. You try to drag Mingyu along with you to the zip line, figuring it’s not that high and maybe it’ll help him work on his fear of heights. You’re a little surprised that you get him to agree eventually. More surprised still that he actually seems to enjoy it. From the top of the zipline, you see that Jun and Soonyoung are playing some teenagers in laser tag, giggling in a way that has you concerned for the teenagers. Those two are devious with games like that.
It’s the perfect kind of relaxing afternoon that’s also engaging. You try out as many things as you can and just get lost in the fun of it all. Don’t really think about Joshua or your earlier conversation. Definitely don’t feel any kind of way when the person securing his harness lingers a little longer than necessary, seemingly flirting with him. It’s too far away to tell if he’s flirting back. Not that you should care, either way. The distraction lets Jeonghan ram into the side of your bumper car and forces you back into your mission of chasing after your best friend.
Several hours later, your whole group is ready to leave. It’s been a lot of fun, but nobody wants to get completely worn out. Especially when you have dinner reservations at a nice restaurant and then plans for an escape room after that. So, you pile back into your cars and head back to the house to get ready again. Joshua lets you have the bathroom to get ready because you want to take a quick shower without washing your hair. He’s not going out of his way to fuck with you and it’s a bit disarming. Still, it’s better than before, right?
Dinner is even better than expected, but you’re careful not to praise it too much. Can’t have Mingyu pouting over thinking the professional chef does a better job than him (even though it is literally the chef’s job). Nobody drinks too much, either. Except it’s not because you drank the night before. No. Jeonghan, like the true chaos demon that he is, tells you at dinner that it’s actually two escape rooms because it’s too easy with 10 people and you’ll be splitting into two groups. So, it’s kind of like a competition to see who finishes first. That sharpens everyone’s attention. Well, after Soonyoung makes a joke about finishing first, of course. You can tell that people are looking around and wondering who the best teammates are going to be or how you’re going to split up.
Somehow, your friends let you and Jeonghan be on the same team, which feels like an unfair advantage when the two of you do these a lot. It’s been a tradition of yours for years, even now when they’re not as popular anymore. It’s a little surprising that Joshua doesn’t press about also being paired up with you. It seems like the perfect chance to give you a hard time and you know he wants to win. He just heads to the other group without a word, though. It hits you while you’re getting ready to start your room that he also left you alone during the entirety of dinner. Weird. But, then the timer starts and nothing else matters.
Soonyoung whines the whole way back to the house about how unfair it was to have to go against you and Jeonghan. It’s good natured, though. He admits that he still had fun even if his team only made it out with a few minutes to spare. Your team had over 10 minutes to spare, by comparison, so it hadn’t exactly been a close fight. The bickering picks back up again when you get out of your cars and Soonyoung can argue with Jeonghan again. It’s incredibly endearing to watch them that way. Fills your heart with warmth. This really is the perfect weekend away with friends.
“Oh, I brought my karaoke machine!” Soonyoung says as everyone is dispersing into the house.
“Soonyoung…” you start, exasperated.
“I’m in!” Jun squeals and Soonyoung is off to retrieve it without another comment.
“I’ll start mixing up some drinks,” Sana says with an affectionate sigh.
“I’ll help,” Jennie agrees.
Even though nobody else shows any enthusiasm, you all get sucked into the mess with the promise of drinks. Soonyoung actually doesn’t have a bad voice at all when he’s not trying to be as ridiculous as possible. It’s nice, though, because this isn’t the kind of thing you can’t do at home when you share walls with other people. Or not the kind of thing you should do. Soonyoung, in particular, does not need any more noise complaints.
Jeonghan takes the seat next to you and it’s comforting to have him there, even if it’s not exactly a quiet moment. The two of you go over some of the more difficult clues from the escape room and wonder if you could have gotten through the other room just as fast. Figure you probably could because the difficulty levels were the same. The two of you are nothing if not confident in your abilities. Somewhere during the conversation, Joshua plops down on Jeonghan’s other side and shares what it had been like in their room. More chaotic than yours, by the sounds of it.
“Hey, I didn’t ask,” Jeonghan says suddenly, turning to Joshua. “I saw you were getting some extra attention from that worker putting your harness on for the rock climbing wall.”
“Ah, it was nothing,” Joshua says dismissively.
“It didn’t seem like nothing,” Jeonghan presses, ever the pest.
Joshua gives him a look that seems to convey a silent conversation. It’s strange to see when you’re so used to doing that with Jeonghan yourself. “She was just asking about our plans and if we needed any suggestions or wanted a guide to anything.”
“So, she was hitting on you,” Jeonghan concludes, smug for a reason you don’t understand.
“Maybe,” Joshua says with a shrug. “I told her it was a friends trip and that we were set.”
“Not interested?” Jeonghan presses.
“No,” Joshua says without explaining.
“Can’t imagine why,” Jeonghan says like he knows a secret. You recognize the tone well. What you don’t recognize is what the secret is.
“I’m gonna go get a refill,” Joshua says and stands up abruptly.
“What was that?” you ask, watching Joshua as he retreats into the kitchen.
Jeonghan only shrugs like he doesn’t know what’s going on. You might believe it on anyone else, but you know better with him. “I think I’m going to go see if Soonyoung wants to do a duet.”
With that nonanswer, Jeonghan also stands and heads over to see what Soonyoung has for song options in the app he’s using to connect to the machine. Something about the whole interaction feels off. And though you still don’t know if you even like Joshua, you get up to follow him into the empty kitchen. At least, you’re going to continue telling yourself you’re not sure if you like him.
“Are you okay?” you ask and he turns at your voice.
“Fine, why?” he asks. It’s not how he normally interacts with you.
“I don’t know, you just seem off,” you say. “Jeonghan can be a shit sometimes, but…”
“But, you’ll give him a pass and not me,” Joshua finishes and it pulls you up short. “Sorry, I…”
“No, you’re right,” you agree and that does surprise him.
“Are you okay?” he asks and starts to slip back into his more normal self. “Admitting, I’m right? I should check your temperature. Or should I call my family? Is the world ending?”
“You’re impossible,” you grumble. You turn away from him to refill your own drink.
You can feel his presence rather than hear it over the sounds from the living room. Know he moves to stand right behind you. “And you missed me messing with you today, admit it.”
His voice is low again and entirely too close to your ear. You hate the way you have to fight your reaction to him. Hate the way he flips a switch and sends you spiraling like this. You can’t admit that it felt weird to not have him messing with you. Won’t admit that you fell right into his trap with him being short. It even occurs to you that Jeonghan might have helped set the whole thing up. After all, who knows you better than your best friend?
“I wouldn’t go that far,” you say.
“If you ask me to stop messing with you, then I will,” he says, still standing just behind you with his mouth near your ear. “If you tell me that you genuinely can’t stand it after last night and after we talked this morning, then I promise I’ll leave you alone.”
“And if I don’t ask you to stop?” you ask, so quietly that you’re not sure he’ll hear you over the din. He does, though. His soft chuckle is confirmation of that before he steps away.
“Then, I’ll be very happy to keep seeing more sides of you,” he says.
By the time you actually turn around, he’s retreating back into the living room. You almost could convince yourself that you imagined the whole thing. Then, he looks over his shoulder and winks at you. It’s infuriating. He’s infuriating. He’s also confusing. This weird dynamic between you has definitely shifted and you realize it’s up to you to set the new boundaries. But, if it’s up to you to set the boundaries, then why does it feel like he’s still pulling all the strings?
You’re kind of in a daze while you try to process what’s actually going on. Outwardly, you keep sipping on your drinks and laugh along when Soonyoung does something particularly ridiculous in the name of karaoke. It seems, to most of your friends, at least, that you’re fully present. You refuse Jeonghan’s request to sing with him, like you always do. It’s just for fun, but he’s actually got an angelic singing voice when he wants to put effort in and you’re more of a sing in the shower type. It’s just friends, sure. You’re still not going to sing.
Inwardly, you’re in a constant battle. Going over all your interactions with Joshua and trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. It seems insane that he could flirt with you when he’s such a menace. Yet, your brain can’t really consider it anything else. Maybe you can write off last night as part of the game. Today, though, seeing more honesty out of him hadn’t been part of a game. And in the kitchen definitely wasn’t part of a game. You can also understand what he meant this morning. The rational part of your brain knows that it’s entirely fair to think he could mess around with you like the rest of your friends do. It’s even easy to see slipping into that despite not being close yet because he felt so immediately close to everyone else in the friend group. If you cut him some slack with that, then you can even start to see why your friends all like him as much as they do. He’s easygoing and also mischievous. Just the right combination for the friend group.
And, okay, maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you can also admit that he’s insanely attractive. The sharpness of his jaw contrasts the soft way his hair frames his face. He laughs along with something Seungcheol says and it’s an oddly comforting sound. Makes his whole face light up. You catch yourself glancing over at him entirely too much only to find him looking back at you most times. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem that many of your other friends notice. Really, just Jeonghan, if the look he gives you means anything.
There’s a thin between hate and love. At least that’s what you hear. Maybe you never actually hated Joshua and you certainly don’t love him now. But, you have to admit, if only to yourself, that you’re curious about him. More curious than you want to be. And it’s driving you more than a little crazy. The worst part is that he doesn’t even seem affected. Sure, he throws a lot of glances in your direction and teases you along with your friends. But, it’s just…normal behavior. Nothing that suggests that he’s having an internal argument the way you are.
Eventually, when it’s into the early hours of the morning again, the group starts to wind down. Soonyoung has long since abandoned his singing career in favor of queueing endless videos on YouTube on the TV. Jun is playfully arguing with Jennie about something nobody else seems to understand. Sana is drifting off where she sits, prompting Mingyu to gently wake her up and help her off to her bedroom. It’s the perfect chance for you to announce to the room at-large that you’re going to bed. You miss the look that passes between Jeonghan and Joshua at your announcement.
You get as far as a quick facial cleanse to remove any makeup before you hear the door to the bedroom open and close. It makes you poke your head through the door, though you know it could only be one person.
“You dipped pretty quickly without actually saying goodnight,” he says and you pull your head back into the bathroom so that you can dry it off.
“And that’s an issue?” you ask when you step out into the bedroom.
“An observation,” he corrects.
“It seemed like the night was winding down, so I figured that I might as well turn in,” you say.
“Is that all?” he asks and takes a few steps towards you.
“What else would it be?” you ask, drifting a little closer yourself without even realizing.
“I don’t know,” he says, but the look he gives you says otherwise. It feels like he pierces right through you with it.
“Venture a guess,” you suggest, narrowing your eyes at him.
“You might have been signalling me to follow you,” he suggests and you hate the way your stomach does a little flip.
You hide it behind a scoff and turn your head. “We’re sharing a room, Joshua. It’s not like you wouldn’t end up here eventually.”
“Have you thought about what I said in the kitchen?” he asks, changing his approach.
You lick your lips to buy yourself a minute. Don’t miss the way his eyes flick down to watch the movement of your tongue. There are a million different thoughts fighting to the front of your brain. There’s only one way to really know, though. You close the space between you and he doesn’t make a move.
“I need to see something,” you say quietly into the space between you.
“Okay,” he agrees without even knowing what you’re asking.
There’s no time to second guess yourself or you might lose your nerve. With your hands on his face, you pull him down to your lips and kiss him. For real, this time. Without an audience or a game or anything else. His body is tense for a second before he winds his own arms around your lower back to pull you against him. He’s confident and calm, letting you find the answer to whatever question you’re asking. You’re not even sure who deepens the kiss as your tongue tangles with his. You arch your back, pressing tighter against his chest and he lets his body follow yours. Let your hands slide from his face so your arms are around his neck. His hands slide down to land on your ass. The lightest squeeze makes you moan softly into his mouth.
It’s him that breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he catches his breath. Doesn’t move his hands from your body, though. The chemistry with him is electric, like nothing you can remember experiencing before. With a kiss like that, it’s going to be very hard to act like your body doesn’t want him.
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asks, still breathing a little harder than normal.
Of course he’s concerned about that because he really is just as nice as all of your friends say. “Enough that my guard is down. Not so much that it stops me from knowing what I want.”
“And what do you want,” he asks. The low tone of his voice is going to drive you insane, actually.
“You,” you say simply.
“Don’t toy with me,” he warns you.
That makes you pull away so that you can look at him. “I’m not. I don’t have any answers for you, I just know I can’t ignore whatever this is that’s drawing me to you.”
“Then don’t,” he says and pulls you back into him.
The kiss is demanding. The kind of kiss that sets your entire body on fire. Even more consuming than the first kiss where you just wanted to see what would happen. You have no idea what any of this is going to mean and you’re not even sure you care. It’s a problem for later when your head isn’t clouded with nothing but thoughts of his man that drives you insane. A conversation to have in the light of day, maybe.
His hands are everywhere on you and you’re not sure how you haven’t appreciated them more before this moment. They squeeze at your ass in a way that makes you press into him. They run up your sides and make you shudder. Tease across your breasts even though you’re fully clothed. It shouldn’t turn you on so easily. Shouldn’t have you making so many soft moans that he catches. It’s better than you could have imagined from the way he whispered in your ear the night before. And he hasn’t even moved on to kissing down your body. Not yet, at least. Without warning, he breaks the kiss again and you’re a little embarrassed at the way you follow his lips. Joshua doesn’t say a word as he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a couple of towels. Rolls them up and presses them against the crack in the door. Thankfully, your room is separate from the others. Still, you don’t want any of your friends hearing whatever is about to happen. At least this should muffle it a bit.
“Are you still sure?” he asks when he finishes with the towels.
“Yes,” you say.
“Because if we keep going, I don’t think I can stop. Not now that I’m getting a taste of you,” he says and you shudder.
“I don’t want you to stop,” you say.
Any hesitation disappears when you utter that simple sentence. He turns you around so that your back is to his chest and brushes your hair to the side. This time, he’s not just whispering in your ear. He's running his tongue along the shell of it. Kissing behind your ear while his hands grip your hips. You wiggle your ass against him experimentally and appreciate the way he moans into the kiss. He continues on to the pulse point of your neck, sucking in just enough so that it won’t leave a mark. The way he takes his time is going to be your undoing. When he starts pressing you forward to one of the beds, you don’t even fight him.
Before you can collapse onto the bed, he turns you around again and kisses you hard on the lips. Lets himself get lost in you again. Uses one of his hands to hook your leg up around his hip and deepens the kiss even further. You cling to him for balance and trust that he won’t let anything happen to you. It’s insane the way everything can change in a moment. The way your entire view of him changes when you stop fighting over nothing. Then he grinds into you and your thoughts go blank. He’s not even hard yet and you can only imagine what he’s going to feel like when he is. It’s too much. Enough to make you pull away so that you can start stripping out of your clothing. Joshua watches you for a moment, pupils totally blown, before doing the same.
Your breath catches at the sight of him. You already know he’s beautiful, but this is something else. He’s all lean lines without it being too much muscle. Deceptively in shape for someone that never shows off his body. You would have had no idea, especially with the way your other friends show off their own bodies. It makes you self conscious for a second until you see the look in his eyes. The way he drinks in every inch of you like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s the lucky one in this situation. And he’s the one to close the space between you. To reach out and put his hands on your bare skin, resting them on your waist to pull you closer. When he kisses you again, it’s strangely soft, at complete odds with being naked against him. When his kisses trail down your neck, you have to try to stifle a moan. Remind yourself that you’re still in a house full of your friends.
Joshua backs you up against one of the beds as he kisses down your body. He stops every time he finds a spot on your body that’s a little more sensitive. Gives you a little more attention there. You swear it feels like he’s smiling against your skin when he pulls noises out of you. That smile that’s so familiar to you that you don’t seem to mind so much anymore. Not now when his lips feel so good on you. Gently, he presses you back so that you collapse onto the bed. You’re about to move back when he catches you. Leans over you to kiss you breathless again. But, he’s pulling away too soon and crouching down so he’s between your legs. It pulls you up short because surely he’s not…
“Can I taste you?” he asks, low and a little desperate. He pushes your knees open gently, experimentally.
“You don’t have…” you start and he chuckles. It’s insane that he can pin you in place with a look.
“I know that I don’t have to, but I really fucking want to,” he says.
“Okay, but this angle…” you start again, feeling a little too exposed.
“Is perfect,” he finishes without hesitation. “You’re stunning and all I need for you to do is say yes. Let me show you just how well my mouth works.”
“Fuck,” you whisper out, losing any remaining nerves or self consciousness. “Yes.”
“Thank god,” he whispers like a prayer.
You expect him to dive right between your legs. Of course he doesn’t, though. He kisses up the inside of one thigh. Lets his breath ghost across your wet core as he moves to kiss down the inside of your other thigh. You cannot let this man get you begging. Not so soon. Not like this. But, you don’t have to. The look he gives you before putting his mouth where you need it the most is sinful. Full of lust and desire and designed to ruin you. Not that he needs to know that. Gently, he places a kiss against your center. Looks up at you from under his lashes and you’re struggling. Thankfully, he doesn’t keep you waiting. He licks a stripe up your center. Must feel how wet he’s already gotten you. It seems to be driving him crazy, too. He licks deep into you, eating your pussy like a man starved. A loud moan escapes you before you clamp a hand over your mouth and knit your other hand in the sheets. Joshua adjusts so that your legs are over his shoulders and he can tilt you back. His tongue hits you at a new angle and you think you might lose it. He pulls back just for a moment to flick his tongue across your clit and suck it into his mouth. The look he gives you says he knows exactly what he’s doing. Knows that he’s going to push you over the edge entirely too soon.
It’s the best you can ever remember feeling with a man between your legs like this. He definitely knows what he’s doing. And you’re in such a haze that you can’t hold back. Can’t stop the praise that falls quietly from your lips. Can’t stop yourself from telling him just how pretty he looks. How much you love the sight of him there. How good his mouth feels. All of it seems to spur him on more. When his mouth returns to your pussy, you really do think you’re going to be done for. You can’t believe that it feels this good without him even using his fingers. But, that coil forms low in your tummy and you know it’s only going to be a minute.
And then he does the worst thing imaginable. Pulls his mouth from you just as you’re about to cum. The look you give him is pure betrayal. For a horrible moment, you wonder if this has all been some kind of trap. Until he smirks at you and rises to lean over you again. Joshua puts one large hand behind your head and kisses you hard. Desperate. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue. Can feel how turned on he is by the way his dick hits your skin and he groans into your mouth. It’s kind of satisfying to know that you have him this worked up just from eating you out.
“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper against his lips between kisses.
He groans. “I don’t think I have a condom.”
You pull back and look at him. “I’m covered and I’m clean. So as long as you are, too…”
It’s kind of cute to watch the way he blinks, clearly trying to make sure he heard you right. “I’m not sure…”
“You don’t want to?” you ask and he must see something in your expression because he softens.
“Believe me when I say I want you more than fucking anything in the world,” he says. It doesn’t escape you that he says he wants you. Not that he wants to like you said.
“It’s okay. If you say that I can trust you, then I will,” you assure him. He’s so unguarded that it actually makes your heart skip a beat.
“You can trust me,” he says softly.
There’s entirely too much emotion for you to process behind those four words. So, you pull him back into you to kiss him. Hope he feels what you’re not going to say. Not now. He seems to understand, though, because he kisses you back just as fiercely. Using his free hand, he lines himself up at your entrance. His tip teases your folds and you moan. It would be entirely too loud if Joshua hadn’t caught it in the kiss. Maybe he does know what he’s doing. He’s definitely the one protecting both of you from being overheard by your friends. Friends that you’re not even sure had gone to their rooms before this all started. You quickly cast that thought from your head.
Joshua presses in and out of you slowly. Takes his time because he doesn’t have a condom (or any lube) to make the slide easier. The pace drives you crazy, though; You hook your legs around his hips and he braces himself with one hand on the bed. The other grips your hip to anchor you. You run your hands all over him as he continues to gently ease into you. Note the way he gasps into your mouth when you tangle a hand in his hair. Smile against his lips at the way he reacts to your nails on his scalp. Think it may be the death of you when you run your nails down his back and his hips stutter. You do it again and he nearly growls. Actually breaks the kiss to look at you.
You’re just about to ask if it’s too much when you register the look on his face. His voice is low, warning. “You’re going to be the death of me if you keep that up and I’m not even inside you.”
“Then maybe you should hurry up,” you say back, almost challenging.
This is a game you can’t win. Not when he looks like that. Joshua moves his hand from the bed to your hip so he’s only gripping you. You get one look at his face and know you’re fucked before he snaps his hips, bottoming out in you. Lets you moan for a split second before he catches your lips again.
“What was that?” he asks against your lips.
You’re totally fucked. Absolutely done. The way he fills you feels perfect. It’s just the right stretch and you know he’s going to hit exactly where you need him to. Your brain goes totally blank. You forget that this is the same man who’s been a demon. Forget that you’re not going to beg him for anything. It all goes out the window.
“Please, I need you to move,” you say and try to wriggle against him.
He chuckles a little. Presses feather light kisses to each side of your mouth and then along your jaw without moving inside you. Moves one of his hands from your hip to gently brush hair off your face. Then, he’s smiling that confident smile. “Well, since you said please…”
With his hand on the bed next to you again, he starts actually thrusting into you. You tighten your legs around him so they’re not dangling off the bed. You let your hands roam his body, exploring every inch of him. Try to map what he reacts the most to through the haze of the tension that’s building up within you again. Joshua alternates between kissing you and whispering praise into your skin. He’s so free with it. There’s nothing cocky about it, either. Not now, at least. His pace is steady, alternating between shallow thrusts and deep ones that make you shudder. He makes a small adjustment to the angle and it takes everything in you not to scream out. You clap one hand over your mouth with the loss of his lips on yours. Your other hand knots in the sheets and you throw your head back. Joshua picks up his pace. Can tell that you’re close. He must be too because he presses a thumb into your clit. Rubs quick circles over it and that’s too much for you. The coil snaps and you’re coming hard around his dick. He keeps fucking you through it and releases just after you, somehow managing to keep his thrusts relatively even through his own orgasm.
He leans over you and kisses you again, messy and needy. You respond even though you can’t catch your breath. Drunk on the thought of him, but feeling entirely sober now despite drinking earlier in the night. Your chest rises and falls in time with his when he pulls back and just gazes at you. He’s still inside you and you’re sure it’s not comfortable to be arched over you next to the bed. But, he doesn’t seem to care. The gaze is so soft and you have to turn your head, just for a second. Joshua, instead, gently turns you back to him and brushes some of the sweaty hairs away from your forehead. Runs his hand down your body and gently helps you disentangle your legs around him. They feel a little stiff from how tightly you held on. Then, he slowly pulls himself out. Watches where you’re sure a little cum leaks free. It makes you wonder if he’s thinking he wants more like you do. Except, you know that you can’t really risk it again tonight.
“Let me go grab a towel,” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead.
All you can do is nod and flop back against the bed. Your whole body feels relaxed. Satisfied in a way that you haven’t been in a while. Unconsciously, you trail your fingers over your lips and along the parts of your body where you can still feel his touch. His presence lingers on you like a blanket. Comforting and warm. You don’t even realize you’re smiling.
“If you keep doing that with a smile, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from diving between your legs again,” he says.
You roll your head to the side to look at him. Push yourself into a sitting position so that you can watch him walk back over to you. He really is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen in your life. “I think we’ve probably pushed it enough for tonight.”
That makes both of you chuckle. “Probably. Though, I might not care if it meant you kept making those noises.”
Without your permission, your cheeks flush and you look away from him. This time, he lets you have the moment. Instead, he goes to work wiping the sweat clear from your body. There’s shouldn’t be that much care in the gesture, but there is. Joshua Hong is good at a lot of things, apparently, including aftercare. You watch fondly as he gently wipes between your legs to make sure nothing dries there.
“I know there’s…a lot to talk about you,” you start as Joshua steps away. He turns back to you, looking a little guarded again for the first time. It hurts your heart. “Joshua, I promise I’m not saying we’re not going to talk. I just wanted to know if we could get ready for bed and talk in the morning?”
“Oh,” he says, relaxing again. Smiles at you in a way that you’re not sure you can handle. It makes you want to tell him to be gentle with you. “Yeah, of course. It’s been a long day.”
“Thank you,” you say.
In a second, he’s back over in front of you to help you up. You roll your eyes and swat at him for a second, but do let him help you. You stretch your body out, arms over your head, and miss the way Joshua stops to watch you as you roll your neck. Then, you do catch him looking at you and he plays it off by offering you one of his baggy shirts to sleep in. Considering it for half a second, you accept and grab a pair of the boy shorts you like to sleep in. The ones you haven’t worn yet because you weren’t expecting to be sharing with him. The two of you stand together and do your nighttime skincare routines. He stands behind you, wrapping an arm gently around your stomach as he brushes his teeth. It doesn’t feel clingy like it would in another situation. Just very soft, which is going to be an issue for tomorrow-you to handle. Your heart seems to be rushing way ahead of your head.
Joshua disappears for just a moment, after checking the door, to grab waters for both of them. He returns without any issue. Neither of you says anything about it when you both get into the same bed together. It just goes unsaid as you let him pull you against him. Both of you relishing in the comfort of the other as you fall into an easy, dreamless sleep. Nope. definitely not going to be any issues here.
It takes a moment for your brain to clear the next morning. Not because you don’t remember the night before. Your brain is just in that hazy half-asleep, half-awake state when you register the arm around you. As you’re waking up, you glance over at Joshua’s face. Peaceful, again, like you noticed yesterday morning. Completely unguarded while he sleeps.
Except, he also looks entirely different to you now. Sometimes things look different in the light of day. Sometimes, a new day dawns and you wonder just why you made a decision. That’s not the case for you. Not this time. Your body warms at the thought of him. It doesn’t make you want to pull away like other times, either. Even though you know that the path forward might be complicated at first. Or it might involve a lot of teasing. None of that seems to turn you away from this man that has so many more layers than you realized.
As you’re looking over at him without really seeing him (because you’re zoning out in your thoughts), you realize his breathing changes. He’s awake now, but still looking very groggy. He pulls you into him, letting your legs tangle together, and kisses you gently. You can’t even fight the way you melt into him. The kiss is slow, languid. Not desperate like the night before. In any other situation, you hate kissing first thing in the morning. You’re not going to stop to think what that means this time.
Joshua pulls away and smiles at you. “If I keep kissing you, I’m never going to be able to get up and our friends will definitely know something’s up.”
“Fine,” you sigh.
“Guess you don’t hate me anymore,” he teases, running a finger along your arm and watching the goosebumps spring up.
“I don’t think I ever hated you,” you say and earn a look from him.
“You don’t think?” he questions and you break first, smiling.
“You can never be totally sure,” you say.
“Maybe we’ll have to test it again,” he says to play along.
“Guess so,” you agree easily.
“So,” he starts and moves to sit up. You mirror him and cross your legs. “You mentioned needing to talk…”
“Yeah,” you agree and take a deep breath. “I’m not really sure what’s happening here or if it was just, like, a one-time thing to get some tension out…”
“It wasn’t for me,” he says, interrupting you. Takes a steadying breath like he needs to prepare for the next bit. “Was it for you?”
It’s vulnerable, honest. You can’t ignore that he’s being brave. That he’s putting himself out there without knowing where you stand. This is the thoughtful Joshua you’ve heard so much about. The one that makes friends as easily as breathing. Just as he looks away, you gently reach out to take his hand. “No, it wasn’t for me, either.”
“Don’t do that to me,” he breathes out as the tension disappears from his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” you say with a smile and can tell he forgives you immediately. “This has caught me a little off-guard.”
“Me too,” he agrees and the considers. “Not in the same way, though, I don’t think.”
“I’m confused,” you admit.
He takes a breath like he’s bracing himself again. You’re not sure for what, though. You’ve already been honest. “I already knew I had a crush on you.”
“Oh,” you say softly.
“I’ve had a crush on you basically since moving in with Jeonghan and I’d basically given up before this trip. I didn’t think you’d ever consider me. Now it seems like maybe it wasn’t just one sided,” he says.
“Maybe not,” you concede.
“I think Jeonghan might have known. He definitely teased me about it even though I never told him. He’s too observant,” Joshua says with an eye roll.
“It’s just…” you start and frown. “I want to figure things out with you and there’s a lot of questions to answer, so I’m not sure that I’m ready to…”
“Let our friends in on it?” he asks with a soft chuckle. You nod, thankful he doesn’t seem mad about that.
“Yeah,” you agree, unsure of what else to say.
“I can agree to that,” he says with a mischievous smile. “When we’re out there with our friends, I’ll keep teasing you like I always do.”
“Great,” you interrupt with an eye roll.
“But, when we’re in here,” he continues, the heat from the night before returning to his gaze, “I’m not going to act like I don’t know what you taste like. Or what you sound like when I fuck you.”
“You can’t say shit like that,” you squeak out and cover your face.
Joshua gently pulls your hands from your face. He kisses you softly. “Sorry, it’s out of my system. For now.”
You swat at him and he quickly jumps off the bed. Maybe it’s not him you need to worry about giving you away. He’s got the easier job, after all. Normal for Joshua and you, in the eyes of your friends, just means he’s teasing you. Feeding into your distaste for him. But, how do you act annoyed by him after last night?
Pretending everything is normal proves to be just as difficult as you expect. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like anyone heard you the night before. The house is big and several of your friends need to sleep with some kind of background noise on. Plus, everyone had been drinking, even if nobody (other than Soonyoung or possibly Jun) had been drunk. That’s at least one hurdle that makes your day easier. Joshua carries on acting like he always has with you and you try to give your normal responses. Try not to let on that anything has shifted between the two of you. Rationally, you know that whatever is forming between the two of you is a good thing. Know that your friends would be happy for you (after teasing you relentlessly). That’s not what holds you back. It’s that you and Joshua need the chance to figure out whatever it is by yourselves. Without having to answer questions from your friends that you can’t answer yet.
The schedule during the day is relatively busy. There’s a scenic train ride that includes an amazing brunch buffet. Some of the sights through the windows take your breath away. Everything seems quiet, untouched. You and Jennie sit together and just watch the world go by, commenting on the beauty or else catching up on life. Everything about it is relaxing and just what the group needs. Even the train ride itself is smooth, a feat you’re not sure how they accomplish. It’s easy to see why it’s such a highly rated thing to do in the area. And, since Joshua isn’t sitting right next to you, it’s not so hard to pretend like everything is normal. Well, except for one comment that he makes that causes you to blush a little and earns you a skeptical look from Jennie. She’s not as observant as Jeonghan, though, so you think you manage it fine.
After the train ride, you all walk around in town to explore the little shops. Soonyoung and Jun take off giggling and chasing each other, for no apparent reason. Just for the vibes, probably. You mostly focus on window shopping unless something catches your eye. It’s just nice to be out in the fresh air. There’s also something about the shops that make you feel like you stepped back in time, a little. It’s not a bad feeling. It just adds to the sense of calm you feel.
One shop draws you in because it’s local, handmade jewelry. That’s definitely a favorite for you because it feels unique. Special. Some of the pieces you get from big chains can feel impersonal. The handmade pieces feel like they tell a story. They feel more perfect for any of their imperfects. Sana, Jeonghan, and Joshua follow you into the store, dispersing to look at different pieces.
“What do you think of these?” a soft voice asks from your side, making you jump a little.
“Why do you keep doing that?” you ask, heart racing, as you turn to Joshua.
“It’s fun to see you jump,” he says with a shrug. That glint is back in his eyes.
“I’m not sure that’s your color,” Jeonghan chimes in, nodding at the necklace. Where did he come from?
“Maybe it’s not for me,” he says with an easy shrug, looking at the necklace again.
“Ooooh,” Jeonghan teases. He turns to you. “Lucky person, don’t you think?”
You level Jeonghan with a glare, surprising yourself how easy it is, at least for that moment, to pretend. “I’m not sure about lucky since it’s Joshua. He does have good taste, though.”
“That’s probably as close to a compliment as you’ll get from her,” Jeonghan says and elbows his roommate.
“Nobody can resist me forever,” he says and throws you a wink that has Jeonghan laughing as they head in another direction.
Once again, you really want to ask him to be gentle with you. How are you meant to act like everything is fine? How come he’s trying to make this even harder on you? Then, you remember him asking your opinion on the necklace and realize he’s struggling, too. It makes you feel lighter knowing that he wants to buy you something from this store that drew you in all while you haven’t even figured out what’s happening. He did say that you could trust him. And you want to. A scary thought, to be sure.
The next stop on the agenda is a late afternoon murder mystery show. There’s audience participation and it’s something several of your friends have been talking about all weekend. The audience participation part may not be the most appealing to you, but it does sound interesting. At least, until Joshua makes sure to sit right next to you during the show. And lets the actors comment on what a cute couple you make without correcting them. He actively encourages them, instead, and it makes your friends howl with laughter. It’s painfully on brand for how he interacts with you, but it makes your brain short circuit a bit. Makes you stumble over a response before you gather your composure again. It’s par for the course for Joshua, but definitely not for you. You carefully avoid the questioning look from Jeonghan. You don’t trust yourself in the moment. If anyone could read you and figure it all out, it’s definitely Jeonghan. When things settle down, you do glare over at Joshua, though.
By the time you make it back to the house, having decided to get a bunch of take out and make your own feast, you’re just happy the day is over. Spending time with your friends is great. Pretending you didn’t fuck Joshua the night before, not so much. Despite agreeing not to tell your friends yet, he’s making it as hard as possible. Each time he needles you a little, it’s like he’s trying to figure out more about you. Trying to figure out your reactions to file them away for some later use. At this rate, Jeonghan, as your best friend and Joshua’s roommate, is going to figure it out. Especially if he’s already figured out Joshua had a crush. Yet, Joshua doesn’t seem concerned. Well, two can play at that game.
Mingyu and Jun head into the kitchen to set up the spread of food, even though there’s no cooking involved. You, along with several other friends, excuse yourself to change into more comfortable clothes to hang out in. When you return in yoga pants and a slightly cropped sweatshirt, you revel in the way Joshua does a double take. Feel immense satisfaction at the way he drinks you in before looking away. He disappears, probably to change and buy himself a minute, and you smile to yourself. By the time he returns, you already have a plate and he doesn’t take the open seat next to you. His eyes bore into you, though, and you know that he knows it’s your way to push back at him a little.
After you all finish eating, you notice Joshua in the kitchen and get up under the pretense of needing something to drink. He hears you coming and looks around to see that all the rest of your friends are still in the living room area and talking.
“What happened to pretending nothing happened?” he asks softly. “I could ask you the same.”
“I’m only teasing you like normal.”
“And I’m only putting on comfortable clothing, same as anyone else.”
The look he gives you says he doesn’t believe a word of that. “You’re gonna give me a semi in that outfit with the way you keep moving around. God, I sound so pathetic.”
“No, you don’t,” you say, but your eyes sparkle. “Guess I shouldn’t say that I’m not wearing a bra or any underwear.”
“You…what?” Joshua gapes at you.
Instead of answering, you just grab your drink and head back to join your friends. You don’t have to turn around to know that his eyes are on you. The point definitely goes to you for this round. And maybe it sends at least a little message because Joshua tones it down a little the rest of the night.
Compared to the other nights, this one is pretty tame. You all know that you have to head back home the next day, even if you don’t have to get an early start. Some people have a drink or two, but it’s just casual. You agree on something to watch and all settle in. Soonyoung struggles with sitting still for that long, and Mingyu pouts that nobody will cuddle with him in the oversized chair. He can’t understand why you don’t give in when he can convince you any other time. But, otherwise it’s just nice. Easy. The perfect kind of ending to a wonderful weekend away with friends.
Slowly, people start excusing themselves to go to their rooms and nerves hit you again. You’re going to be alone with Joshua and you’re not really sure what to expect. Don’t even want to make eye contact with him because you don’t trust yourself to keep it together. So, you just stretch your arms out and say goodnight to the room. Figure you can leave it to Joshua to decide when he follows you to the room.
It takes longer than you expect. Longer than it did the night before, by far. You turn some music on, just loud enough that it may cover anything that happens. But, it’s at least twenty minutes before the door opens. Long enough that you consider just going to sleep. Long enough to think that maybe the moment in the kitchen had been a step too far.
You rise off your bed when he closes the door behind him and take a few steps over to him, preparing to say something. He doesn’t give you the chance. He closes the space between you and catches your lips in the most bruising kiss yet. Groans when you gasp into his mouth. He backs you into the wall and presses himself hard against you. There’s no space for you to move. He presses your legs apart so that he can slide one of his own legs between them. One hand rests behind your head, cradling it so you don’t hit the wall. The other hand runs up your side and under your sweatshirt. Rough and a little possessive. A very different side to him and it’s turning you on more than it should be.
Joshua pulls away from you just enough so he can run his hand across your breast, confirming what you said about not having a bra on. He groans again, jerks his hips against yours almost involuntarily. He breaks the kiss and you gasp for air.
“I can’t believe you really came out without a bra just to tease me,” he whines out. A little desperation slipping into his voice.
“I can’t believe you waited so long to come to our room that I considering going to sleep,” you retort, a little bratty now that you realize he’s not mad.
“I couldn’t come right away because it would have been obvious,” he explains. “Then, I started to think about you not wearing a bra or underwear. And the way I would have you clenching that pretty pussy around my dick again and it took a second to calm down.”
“Who says I’m gonna let you fuck me again?” you challenge.
“Don’t play with me,” he whines, some of the confidence disappearing.
“I won’t,” you say, suddenly serious.
You kiss him again to say the things you’re not sure how to. He gets the message, though. Your lips chase his when he pulls away entirely too quickly. But, he ducks his head and pushes your sweatshirt up without taking it off completely. Runs his tongue over your nipple and drags it between his teeth. It makes you arch into his mouth. It’s kind of hot, actually, the way he can’t wait to have his mouth on you. He switches to your other breast and is sure to give your body all of his attention. In response, you drag your core along his thigh that’s between your leg. Searching for any kind of friction.
In any other situation, you might be embarrassed by how quickly your body reacts. Joshua erases that, though. You’re not even sure how. Despite all the time you’ve both spent terrorizing the other, it’s insanely easy to trust him. Easy to feel confident when he reacts to you just as strongly. Easy to just let things happen when he’s so willing to be desperate for you. No games, no bullshit, just making sure you’re both feeling good.
The friction just isn’t enough anymore and you need more. Don’t want to keep riding his thigh while he laves over your breasts. You pull his face up to kiss him again and let your sweatshirt fall. His pupils are blown and somehow the confused look he gives you is cute. You’re not sure how he does it. A thought for another time, anyway. You pull him over to that reading nook you were so excited about and haven’t used. Push your yoga pants down your legs and kick them aside. Bend over and look over your shoulder at him. The lust is clear on his face.
“I just need you inside me,” you say and watch his eyes get wider with surprise. “Please.”
“God, I love hearing that from you,” he admits. “Think I’d agree to anything if you asked me like that.”
“Simp,” you tease.
“Absolutely,” he agrees without any teasing.
You don’t have a chance to react to the honesty in the statement before he’s pushing his own sweatpants down and kicking them aside. Casts his shirt aside even though he doesn’t need to. He presses your lower back so you’re bent at the right angle and you arch your back. Impatiently, he pushes your legs a little farther apart. The next second, he’s gathering your wetness and pressing a single finger into your pussy. Trying to at least prepare you a little. In no time at all, he inserts a second finger and pumps quickly into you. You reach for one of the pillows to bury your face into it so that you can moan little more freely. Joshua bends over your back and presses kisses into your skin.
“Please,” you say again, pulling your face from the pillow. “I don’t wanna cum on your fingers.”
“Fuck,” he mutters and pulls his fingers out.
It’s a moment before you feel him again. You bury your head back into the pillow when he presses his head against your entrance. You wiggle and encourage him to press harder. Any self control he might have disappears and he snaps hard. Soon, the sounds of skin on skin mingles with the music and your muffled moans. Joshua moves your leg so one knee is on the bench and he can get a better angle to fuck you. His hands wander your body. Digging into your hips hard enough that you imagine you’ll have fingerprints there. Flicking a thumb across your nipple. Finally working down to your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts.
Entirely too quickly, your body shudders as the orgasm rips through you right as Joshua finds his own release. Your legs feel like jelly and you’re not sure if you can keep standing, even as you’re trying to come down. But Joshua, surprising you again, carefully pulls out and drags you over to one of the beds with him. You collapse, sliding further up to make room for him and pulling the sweatshirt off, finally. Except he doesn’t settle next to you. No, he settles between your legs, pressing them open.
“Joshua, what…” you start to ask, breathless still.
What becomes obvious immediately. He licks into your cunt, gathering your cum that mixes with his own. If you thought he was a man starved the night before, it’s nothing compared to tonight. He’s not taking his time with you, either. Not giving you a chance to recover. You’re so sensitive, but the way his tongue laps at you feels amazing. You knot a hand in his hair and he groans, sending a vibration through your pussy. This time, when he moves his mouth to your clit, he slides a finger inside you. Quickly adds another. You can’t believe the way your body responds to him. Can’t believe how good it feels even though you’re so incredibly sensitive. You bite down on your own fist to stop yourself from screaming out the way you want to. The end of this trip can’t come soon enough. You absolutely cannot wait to have him in your own space where you don’t have to worry about friends overhearing.
The second orgasm hits you so hard it whites out your vision. Has you coating Joshua’s fingers and mouth. He guides you through your high as all the tension leaves your body. You feel like you’re nothing more than a puddle on the bed when you feel him settle next to you. After giving you a minute to catch your breath, he pushes himself up to hover over you. Gives you what should be a gentle kiss until you wrap your arms around him and pull him down on top of you. Even though he offsets some of his weight, there’s still a pleasant heaviness having him on top of you. It’s so comfortable that you could kiss him for hours without getting sick of it..
After a long moment, he pulls back to look at you. That tender look back on his face. “I hope that was okay.”
“You know I’m not complaining,” you say earnestly.
“I was wondering if I could make you squirt,” he teases and he’s all confidence again. You swat at his arm and pretend you’re going to wriggle away.
“I take it back,” you joke.
“No, you don’t,” he says, confident without being cocky.
And then he’s kissing you again. You’re back to tangling yourself up with him. Just letting things happen without overthinking anything. There’s something wonderful about this side of Joshua that just makes your mind go blank. Not even in a fucked stupid kind of way. It’s more like it just feels right. You feel safe and cared for in those moments. You also both feel a little insatiable. Simultaneously wanting to kiss for hours and unable to stop yourself from it turning heavier.
Joshua pulls back from the kiss and flops dramatically onto the bed next to you. You roll over and pro yourself up on an elbow to look at him. His eyes find yours, affectionate and also very clearly turned on. “If you don’t stop this, I’m going to want to be inside you again.”
“Me?” you ask, pretending to be shocked.
“Yes, you,” he says and leans forward to kiss your nose.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say and flutter your eyelashes.
“I bet you don’t,” he says quietly, unable to stop the light laugh. Then, takes a breath and sits up. Swings his legs out of the bed and reaches back to you. “Come on. Let’s clean up and go to sleep. We’re heading home tomorrow and it’ll be a lot easier to figure this out without so many nosy friends.”
You pout but accept his help, anyway. He’s right. Even if you can’t really get enough of him, you’re already going to be a little sore from this and you have an endless amount of time to figure things out. As you fall asleep that night, tangled up in him, you feel confident. This isn’t something confined to the little bubble of a vacation. He’ll tell you exactly how he feels and what he wants once you’re back home. Help you be brave enough to be just as honest. It’s definitely going to be enough.
The next morning is a flurry of activity. Everyone seems to have left packing for the morning, even though there shouldn’t be much to do since it’s only been a few days. People mumble greetings to each other around bites of breakfast as you all clean up. Somehow, things seem to have spread out much more than expected and you want to make sure everything is in good shape before leaving. Not that you let it get genuinely messy. It’s just that there’s 10 of you and you don’t want any sort of extra cleaning fee slapped onto Mingyu’s credit card. You’re still thankful he volunteered to take the charge (though, obviously, you all split the cost).
It also becomes clear that even though the check out time isn’t early, you should have set an alarm. Add in the fact that you’re very much sore thanks to Joshua, and it’s an interesting morning. Neither of you is trying to keep up any sort of facade around the other because the focus is making sure you’re ready to leave. It keeps you from even worrying if anyone notices something different. Then again, if things go the way you expect, all your friends will find out that something is going on soon enough. It’s just a matter of timing. A thought that puts you in an incredibly good mood. You don’t even notice that you’re humming while cleaning until Soonyoung starts singing along to the tune.
Worrying about anyone finding out becomes a moot point when you’re all getting ready to leave. At least, in part. Really, you should know better than to try to get anything by Jeonghan. After years of friendship, he easily knows you at least as well as you know yourself, probably better. And he knows something is up. You’re not sure if he knows the specifics. Don’t really want to think about if he somehow heard you and Joshua the night before.
Jennie seems to know something is up, too. You’re not sure whether she figured it out or if Jeonghan told her. Probably the latter, if you’re honest. She’s generally a little easier to fool that Jeonghan. As he’s prone to telling you, you can’t bullshit a bullshitter, and nobody does bullshit better than him. He loves sniffing out a scheme almost as much as he loves coming up withit himself. It confirms your suspicions when you see him and Jennie whispering together then looking over at you. He doesn’t leave you waiting for his response either.
“Jennie’s coming back with me,” Jeonghan announces. “She offered to drive my car, and how can I say no?”
“And I’m supposed to head home alone?” you ask skeptically.
“Of course not!” Jeonghan says, pretending to be offended.
“We just thought you and Joshua could use the drive to work out whatever your issues are,” she chimes in, sharing a look.
“It’s like you don’t want them to make it back in one piece,” Mingyu jokes, but doesn’t otherwise comment. You can’t tell if he knows anything.
“Even I’m not going to leave you stranded in your time of need,” Joshua says, immediately falling into the plan. You can’t read the look on his face and you wonder if he already knew, too. Probably, knowing Jeonghan. He’s a demon, but he’s not cruel. He’s not going to put you in a situation you genuinely don’t want to be in without checking.
The rest of your friends laugh and continue to load up the car. You just shake your head at your best friend as he approaches you. He turns over his shoulder to call to Jennie. “I’ll be there in a sec!”
“What are you up to?” you ask in nearly a whisper.
“The better question, bestie, is what you’re up to,” he says, eyes sparkling. You open your mouth to protest and he holds up his hand. “You’re not as slick as you think you are. Did you forget we’ve been friends for a decade?”
“No, you’d never let me forget,” you joke and Jeonghan rolls his eyes.
“I told him that I didn’t expect him back tonight. But, please know, if I’m right, then I will be teasing you both without mercy,” he says and it’s your turn to laugh.
“There’s my best friend,” you say with a smile still in your eyes.
He’s serious for a moment. This is the side of Jeonghan that he reserves for only those closest to him. You wait patiently because you know whatever he has to say is important. “You seem happier than I’ve seen you in a long time. Don’t be afraid of that. You deserve it.”
“Thanks, Hannie,” you say softly.
“Even if you did totally ignore the point of a single friends Valentine’s getaway,” he says, returning to his normal self as Joshua approaches.
“Goodbye,” you say and push him away.
His eyes fall on Joshua. “Take good care of her. You’re a great friend already, but she’s family.”
“I will,” Joshua promises and plucks the car keys out of your hand.
“Hey!” you protest and hear Jeonghan laughing as he walks away. “That’s my car.”
“And I’m an excellent driver,” he says before dropping his voice lower. “Come on and be my passenger princess.”
He really is going to have to stop making your brain short circuit like that. It’s diabolical. But, then again, that’s exactly who he is. Not like you expect him to change now. With one last look at the beautiful house, you get into the passenger door that Joshua holds open for you. You’re very thankful that you gave the weekend a chance. Even more thankful that you gave the man next to you in the driver’s seat a chance. He reaches a hand over to squeeze your thigh and you know it’s going to work out just fine.
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Smudge-Proof
Yandere!Actor!Sunday x Makeup Artist!Reader
You woke up to the sound of your doorbell. Your eyes cracked open, sticky and heavy, a cold compress slipping halfway off your forehead as you shifted under your blanket. Your throat burned when you swallowed. Whoever it was could just leave the package at the door, you weren’t expecting anyone.
But the bell rang again. The third time, there was a soft knock too. You dragged yourself to the door, one hand pressed against the wall for balance, the other fixing the pad back onto your forehead.
Through the peephole, you could just make out the familiar silhouette - tall, broad shoulders, a black mask, a plain baseball cap pulled low. But you’d know that posture anywhere.
You unlocked the chain with trembling fingers and there he was, your impossibly difficult client.
“What are you doing here? You have a-”
“I’m taking care of you.” He lifted the bag in his hand - a paper bag with your favorite soup place’s logo on it, a glimpse of medicine boxes peeking out from the top.
He didn’t ask permission when he shrugged past you again, heading straight for your kitchen as if he knew where everything was.
And just like that, the living room filled with the sound of him rummaging through your cupboards, the faint scent of hot broth, and the realization that Sunday, the walking money machine, was in your tiny apartment fussing over your cough medicine.
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Sunday had been standing under the harsh lights for almost an hour. He looked every bit the perfect centerpiece: crisp suit, sleek hair, and the new glasses perched neatly on his nose.
He’d barely glanced at the one his colleague picked. The moment you tapped the second pair against your palm and murmured, “This one frames your jaw better” he’d just nodded. No questions, he never did when it came to you.
You’d done a quick touch-up then, smoothing out the line of his concealer to balance the new frames, brushing a thumb over the bridge of his nose where the pads rested so the light wouldn’t bounce weird. He didn’t even flinch, just looked straight ahead while you worked, like the world didn’t exist until you stepped back and said, “Perfect.”
Now, with the final take wrapping up, you’d stepped away to check on the others, making yourself useful, as always. Sunday caught it just as the director called for a break: you, standing close to one of the rookie actors. The boy was sitting on a high stool, fidgeting with the hem of his blazer while you uncapped a soft pink lipstick and leaned in, steadying his jaw with your hand.
Sunday’s expression didn’t change at first. He didn’t bother handing his props off, didn’t even tell the staff he was stepping off set. He just moved, straight across the white floor, cutting through the staff’s startled chatter.
By the time he reached you, you were brushing the last swipe of color onto the rookie’s lower lip. The boy’s wide eyes flicked up at Sunday just as his shadow fell over you both.
“Oh my god, S-Sun—” the kid stammered, but Sunday ignored him. His hand shot out to grab your wrist mid-motion.
You turned. “Sunday?”
His gaze pinned the rookie in place. The younger actor squirmed under it, mouth half open as if he might apologize for something.
You didn’t let Sunday speak. You stepped closer, gently pulling your wrist free.
“It was my fault.” you said, “I shouldn’t have done a touch-up here. He already had a look approved. Sunday was just stopping me so I wouldn’t mess it up.”
A neat, quick lie. One that saved Sunday’s perfect, difficult reputation from yet another rumor about how he treated people like territory.
For a second, he didn’t move, just looked at you, reading you the way he always did when you did something for him instead of because of him. Then his eyes flicked back to the rookie.
“Next time,” he said, “get your own makeup artist.”
The kid nodded frantically, half-bowing, muttering yes, I will, like a prayer.
Sunday turned back to you, there was a tension there that told you he’d have words for you later.
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The underwater shoot had stretched into the late afternoon, the crew bustling around the edges, half lost in their own hushed awe whenever Sunday emerged from the water. His hair slicked back, droplets sliding down the clean lines of his jaw, the ripple of muscle across his shoulders impossible to ignore. But if everyone else was busy admiring his physique, you were squinting at the faint smudge along the bridge of his nose.
It was a test shoot, after all, the company’s new waterproof line, a sponsorship Sunday had agreed to only because you said you’d make it work. And for the most part, it had. The foundation clung to his jaw, the contour stayed sharp, the subtle highlight catching every perfect angle each time he broke the surface like a god dragged out of some myth.
But his nose — that damned nose — always lost its cover first. The moment he exhaled too sharply underwater or brushed a hand across it, you’d see the pigment fade. It drove you mad, more than it should have, standing there with your kit in hand while everyone else pointed cameras at the parts of him they thought were worth worshipping.
When the director finally called it, the crew started packing up. But Sunday didn’t get out right away. He lingered by the deeper end, elbows hooked on the ledge, eyes following you as you fussed with the leftover tools on your tray.
It wasn’t until everyone else was out of earshot that he finally pulled himself up in one smooth motion, water cascading down his chest, the pool lights turning each drop into liquid silver. He snagged a towel, raked it through his hair once, then draped it loosely around his shoulders as he stepped closer to you.
You were still squinting at the slight raw patch on his nose. “It’s still the nose...” you muttered, mostly to yourself. “The rest is fine but—”
“—How can one person be so clueless about other emotions?” he cut in.
You blinked up at him. “What?”
Sunday cocked his head, droplets clinging to his lashes, his breath misting faintly in the cold air. He looked at you the way he always did when he was about to cross a line.
“If we really want to test how long it lasts…” He stepped forward, close enough that the damp heat off his skin cut through the pool’s chill, close enough that you caught the faint clean scent of his shampoo, the chemical bite of chlorine under it. His hand came up, thumb brushing lightly at your jaw, tilting your face so you could see him clearer “…maybe I should see if it survives this.”
His mouth caught yours, so deceptively careful it made your breath catch in your throat. Then his hand slipped to the back of your neck, damp fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted his head and deepened it.
His lips parted yours. There was a smear of your tinted lip balm on his mouth.
He huffed a small laugh, “Still looks good to me.” he murmured, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as if he’d fix it, as if he’d ever let anyone else do it.
Sunday’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing just in time to catch a blur of movement. Someone in black bolting behind the stack of equipment crates, the studio door banging faintly as they fled.
You turned, but Sunday’s hand stayed firm at your neck for half a second longer. Then he let go.
That night, he checked for the security camera. His jaw ticked when the clip ended.
He was standing in front of that staffer’s apartment. It would be a shame not to pay them a visit.
“Forget it.” “Next time, you won’t see me coming.”
He'd make sure that man paid the price if he didn't keep his promise.
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The confession scene had been set in a park — fake cherry blossoms strung through the set trees, petals drifting on cue from hidden blowers each time the camera rolled. You’d watched it unfold from behind the director’s monitor, arms crossed, eyes flitting from Sunday’s face to the script on your tablet to the slightly trembling hands of the young actor standing opposite him.
It wasn’t your first time watching Sunday transform under the lights — the subtle shift in his voice, the tilt of his head, the soft, almost heartbreakingly open look in his eyes when he stepped fully into a character who loved someone so much it hurt. But tonight, it hit different. Maybe it was the lines, the kind you secretly loved reading at night when you curled up with your phone. Or maybe it was just the way he made it real, even when his co-star stiffened again and again, missing the emotional beat by a hair each time.
“Cut. Again.” The director’s voice sliced through the set.
As you moved closer, you heard bits of the conversation. Sunday’s voice was calm, his eyes gentle in a way you knew he reserved only for people he deemed salvageable. “…don’t rush the pause. You look at me first. Feel it. Then say it.”
You stepped in then, brushing stray hair off his forehead, blotting a faint shine at his jawline. He glanced at you only briefly, a flicker of something softer than what he showed the cameras, before turning back to his scene partner.
He got it in two takes after that. The younger actor found the pause, the line landed, and the fake petals fluttered down like blessings when Sunday smiled — that small, trembling smile that would break half the country’s heart the moment the episode dropped.
When it wrapped, you were waiting with a warm pack for his cold hands.
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You told him about the week off you’d filed for. “My best friend will cover for me, you’ve met them. They know your shades. They’ll do fine.”
Sunday’s smile stayed on his lips but not in his eyes. For a second you saw the flicker of don’t go — the selfish tug you knew he’d never say aloud.
“A week, then.” He squeezed your hand once before letting it go. “Rest properly. I’ll… be fine.”
You left thinking he’d be fine. And he was, in all the ways that counted — marks hit, tears dropped on cue as millions streamed the newest trending scene. But off-camera, Sunday carried it with him, a ghost hovering just behind that flawless posture.
At fittings, he sat still and let the stylists pin and fuss, but his eyes would flick to the empty spot where you usually perched on the counter. The substitute did well enough, but they didn’t lean in to check the corner of his eye just so, didn’t wipe the faint tint from his lips between takes.
When break times came, he scrolled your messages on his phone. Short updates from you like: “It’s sunny here” “I found this book I think you’d like” He never replied with more than a thumbs up. But he read them twice over when no one was watching, thumb brushing the screen like he might find the warmth of your voice there.
On set, the younger actors whispered about how he seemed polite as always, but distant. He’d slip out as soon as the cut was called.
There, he’d sit under the bright mirror lights, staring at his reflection. The lenses he wore, the tinted balm, the faint leftover scent of your setting spray clinging to his collar. He’d touch the bridge of his nose where the foundation used to slip first, remembering how you’d fuss and grumble and pat it back into perfection.
Sunday knew better than anyone that the machine didn’t stop for something as small as longing. But for that week, the longest he’d felt in months, he let himself count down every empty hour until you’d come back.
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Sunday sat alone in the back of the van, engine humming softly under him as they idled outside a late-night ramen shop where the crew was grabbing a quick dinner. He’d waved them off, told them he’d join in a minute, but he hadn’t moved.
The low light from the street lamps barely reached him, but his phone screen glowed bright in the dark. His thumb hovered above the familiar blue icon of your profile — the private one, the one he knew everything about.
He scrolled slowly. Your posts — filtered glimpses of your lunch, your cat curled up in your lap, a faint shot of the ocean you’d promised to visit when you finally took that break. The tiny captions he’d read so many times he could recite them if someone held a gun to his head.
He didn’t like any of them, never left a heart or a comment, never gave anyone else a reason to wonder why your top follower was him. He only watched.
Tonight, though, tonight something new caught his eye. 1 new follower and following.
He knew the number by heart. You kept your circle small. Old classmates, your family, that hobby page for indie makeup reviews you liked so much, him. But this one — he tapped it, thumb tight enough to make the screen creak faintly under the pressure.
A man. Some sun-soaked profile picture of a beach, golden hour light across tan shoulders. He flicked through the feed. Waves, fishing nets, a half-finished tattoo on a forearm.
He scrolled up, eyes scanning the pinned location — the same island you’d posted.
He exhaled. Tapped the man’s message box open — then closed it again. His thumb flicked back to your page instead, to your last story, a blurry sunset over water. He wondered if the man had been standing there too, just out of frame.
Outside, the van door slid open. “Sir, do you want to join them now?”
Sunday didn’t answer right away. He just stared at your profile a moment longer, memorizing the new name, the new threat. Then he locked his phone, tucked it back into his coat pocket, and smiled.
“Let’s just go, I'm not hungry.”
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You were back on set the moment your week off ended.
Today, he barely looked at you.
You’d brought him something special - a new collection you’d splurged on just for him, a fresh line of lip balms and tinted sticks in shades you thought would suit the softer scenes for the next arc of his show. You’d laid them out neatly on the counter in his dressing room, the pretty packaging lined up like a gift, little swatches painted on the back of your hand for him to see.
But Sunday just sat there, eyes flicking to your reflection in the mirror once before darting back down to his phone. He didn’t even nod when you tapped his chin up to check the new foundation match, didn’t hum when you murmured “turn a bit for me” in that soft tone you always used just for him.
He let you work, but he didn’t say a word.
When the last scene wrapped, you packed your kit quickly, trying to ignore the tight pinch in your chest. You told him “I’ll leave these here for you, okay?”. He didn’t answer, just gave the faintest tilt of his head, like a stranger trying to acknowledge someone they’d rather not see.
You didn’t ask. You never did when he got like this, prickly for reasons he’d never spell out. So you left when your time was done, you slipped past the line of starry-eyed staff bowing and whispering about how perfect Sunday looked as always.
You didn’t expect him at your door that night. Not with two bottles of wine tucked under his arm and a bag from your favorite takeout spot swinging loosely from his wrist. Not with that quiet, guilty look on his face when you opened the door in your oversized shirt, hair still damp from your shower.
But what he really didn’t expect, what made the edge snap so cleanly through his politeness, was the man in your living room.
He saw him first, sprawled comfortably on your couch, phone in hand, that same easy grin from the profile picture that had burned itself behind Sunday’s eyelids.
He didn’t even bother with hello. He dropped the wine and the takeout on your kitchen table and strode forward.
“Who the hell—” the man started, already pushing himself to his feet — but Sunday was already there, one hand fisted in his collar, the other shoving him back a step.
“You think you can just—” He pulled the man closer.
“Sunday!”
You threw your towel onto the counter, rushing forward to wedge yourself between them. You pressed a palm to Sunday’s chest.
“Stop it! What are you doing?”
Sunday’s jaw clenched, his hand still tangled in the other man’s shirt. “This— you just let him— here? In your house?”
“What do you mean? He’s my sister’s fiancé.”
For a second, nothing moved. The man in Sunday’s grip snorted, equal parts nervous and offended, and tried to tug himself free.
“He’s staying over because they’re visiting.”
Sunday stared at you. Then at the man. Then back at you. All he did next was slowly loosen his grip, pushing the man back with a final, frustrated shove.
“Next time you get mad at me for nothing…” You gave him a smile. “…maybe bring dessert, too.”
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You’d barely stepped out of the shower when your phone buzzed. By the time you opened the message, Sunday was already downstairs, asking if you were free, if he could come up, if you still had those new lipsticks he’d seen you stash away in your kit.
You were bone tired, but you didn’t have it in you to say no when he knocked. So you let him in, hair still damp, wearing an old tee and soft shorts while he made himself perfectly at home on your couch.
You sighed, rummaging through the bag for the softest shade, the one you’d thought would suit him for an early morning scene tomorrow. “You really want to test these now?”
He only looked at you with that faint glint under his lashes — the same one that always told you he’d decided this was happening, whether you liked it or not.
“Just one,” he murmured. “One for tonight.”
So you relented, sliding onto the couch beside him.
A soft coral-pink, glossy but not too bright.
“Stay still.”
He did, for about two seconds.
You angled his chin up, did the usual. The moment you leaned back to check, Sunday tilted forward. His mouth caught yours in a soft kiss before his hand slid up your back to hold you there.
It wasn’t deep at first, just the faint drag of his bottom lip over yours, smearing the color you’d so carefully applied. He pulled back just enough to see the faint surprise flicker across your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek.
“Doesn’t suit you,” he murmured, “Try another one?”
“Sunday! The point is to test on you, not—”
You didn’t get to finish. He kissed you again, deeper this time, a soft push and pull that left the tint smudged at the corner of his mouth and yours. When you huffed and pushed at his chest, he only chuckled under his breath, the sound rumbling against your skin as his lips slipped to your jaw, then lower, the faint brush of his mouth at your neck making your breath catch embarrassingly loud.
“You— this is wasting the samples—” you hissed, trying to angle away, but his teeth grazed your collarbone through the thin cotton of your shirt, his hands anchoring you right there on his lap.
“Mm. I’ll buy you more,” he murmured against your skin, lips dragging along your shoulder, heat pooling where he pressed soft, biting kisses just above the collar of your shirt. “Better ones. All the shades you want. Ruin them all if you like.”
“Do this again and I swear I’m quitting. Find someone else to—”
Sunday lifted his head just enough to catch your eyes.
“Quit?” He leaned in, brushing your lips again. “Try it. I’d make sure to ruin your life.”
You were speechless, half flustered, half tempted to shove him off the couch for real this time. But his mouth was already tracing your jaw again, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt like he’d never once intended to let you go.
Possessive!Jealous!Malleus Draconia with a Sassy!Artist!F!Reader:
#Tags: Kissing, innuendo(?), possessiveness, make-out, Malleus gets jealous, slight flirting
Divider: @pixopix
Twisted Wonderland:
Of course, this had to happen. You can never not find yourself in some sort of... situation with Malleus. This specific one? You and Malleus were running from a rainstorm— fine, you were the only wet one since rain doesn't effect Malleus— to your dorm to seek temporary shelter. Only until the rain died down! Or, perhaps, maybe until the two of you got bored of looking at each other.
"Well? Won't you invite me in, Child of Man?" Malleus smirked, shaking his head to remove the leaves which had stuck to his horns in the little race he had with you to reach here. His lime eyes fixed on you as he watched you enter your dorm with obsessive intensity.
"Make yourself at home, Your Majesty!" You sassily retorted, removing your shoes before entering Ramshackle.
As Malleus entered, he chuckled, eyeing the run down place with amusement. "This place seems to be wrecked. How does a woman like yourself live here?"
"What can we say? I've gotten used to it."
"That's one beautiful painting you've hung there," the Dragon Fae touched the golden frame of the said artwork adorning your wall. "I have never seen a piece by this artist before. In my long studies of ancient art, this artist remains unknown to my knowledge. Who is it?"
"Me."
"You?" His breath hitched, his pupils dilating ever-so slightly. "By the heavens, this is exquisite. I never knew you could paint, Child of Man."
His smoldering gaze locked you into place. Almost as if... you were in the wrong for not telling him about this detail.
You smirked, "I can. I'm just that talented, huh?"
As you made your way into the lounge, you settled on a couch. Patting the one beside you, you beckoned him to sit. His towering frame sat beside yours as he crossed his legs at the ankles.
"Do you only draw, or would you be willing to act as a model for one's art too?" Malleus asked, his sonorous voice sending a shiver down your spine. "For, you certainly have the visuals."
"I can do both!" You huffed, a rosy hue spreading across your cheeks as you looked away.
"I'm aware. I was testing the heights of your honesty," he chuckled in response, "men would go to war for a woman like you."
The comment, paired with his heated gaze, made you gulp. "Thanks for saying that."
"I speak not anything besides what is true."
"Say, can you draw?"
"Yes."
"Woah. You're so multi-talented. I should have known!" You giggled. "Rook can draw too, you know? His specialty is mandala art!"
"I can draw everything," Malleus' response was a little too swift. "Ask me of it and I shall deliver it to you, confined within the constraints of the second dimension."
"You have a way with words, don't you? Anyways, you say you'll draw anything, huh?" You snickered. "Even if I ask you draw me in a Greek mythology style painting? You know, I'd have to pose nude for you, then."
Malleus' breath hitched, the flames in his eyes burning even brighter as he exhaled, bits of green embers exiting alongside air.
"You test me greatly. Does the thought of completely baring your body to myself evoke fright within your person, Child of Man?"
His eyes roamed all over your form like a vulture, his lips curled into a smirk as he leaned back against the sofa you had led him to sit on in Ramshackle. Why was he sitting there like he owned this dorm?! It's so oddly attractive.
"And, what if it does? What if you make me uncomfortable that I can only find solace in the arms of—"
Before you could even comprehend what happened, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat.
"I dare you to complete that sentence you were oh-so bold to utter," his blazing lime eyes locked onto yours with unnerving intensity, his voice a low rumble that complimented the grumbling skies outside. "Complete it, and see what happens."
"And, what happens if I complete it? Will you wrap your arms around my torso and pull me close?"
"Why don't you find out, darling?" with those menacing words, his lips crashed down onto yours with fierce intensity, his hand unyielding on your neck.
"Mnnfh—"
"Silence."
His lips moved against yours with raw passion, swallowing all the protests which would attempt to flee your mouth. His arm wrapped around your waist while his free hand tangled in your hair.
"Arms around my neck."
You found yourself obeying him, your arms quickly wrapping around his neck to stabilize yourself. As he pulled away, breathless, you panted.
"You're so cruel."
"Cruel, indeed. Though, shall you blame a Viking for abandoning everything the second his sight catches on a Valkyrie?"
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. Malleus sends you some ice cream for finishing this little one-shot 🍨 Do send requests for more! 💚
akaashi headcanons cus he can’t get out of my head 😵💫
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi has dimples.
i don’t mean the small, barely visible ones. i mean the deep, majestic ones. even if he so much as lifts the corner of his mouth, a dimple shows up right in the middle of his cheek. he’s a little self-conscious about them though… :(
“whaddya mean you don’t like ‘em?” you pout, poking where they used to be.
“i dunno… i guess they always made me stand out,” he mumbles.
“they’re beautiful, keiji,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “make you you. they’re like the extra flare your pretty smile needs!”
after that, he’s smiled wider and covered his face less.
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi loooooooves the nicknames you give him.
kei, eiji, jiji, cash money — he loves them all maybe not the last one, even the ones he doesn’t quite understand at first.
“kaji? that’s a new one,” he says, tilting his head to the side as he pokes a straw through his milk box.
“i just thought of it!” you exclaim, taking a sip from yours.
“how’d you think of it?”
“keiji and akaashi; mix and tadaaa! — kaji! ahh i’m so smart!”
he only loves it because he considers it you forever calling him yours with each new name. he’ll never let anyone else call him what you do, though.
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi listens to clairo…
please put down the pitchfork and hear me out!!! he GENUINELY listens to clairo because he loves her vibe, lyrics, and overall style. he absolutely hates those “matcha loving, clairo listening, #socal” boys he sees on social media and would rather die than be associated with them. so, when you notice him listening to clairo for the first time, he gets a little scared.
“whatcha listening to, keiji?” you ask. he doesn’t budge, earphones still stuck in his ears. out of curiosity, you pick up his phone to see this hypnotic artist. keiji nearly has a heart attack from fear, eyes wide and face gone pale. once you see it’s clairo, you have a ton of questions on your mind.
“you listen to—”
“i’m not one of them please please don’t call me one of those things i am not one of them,” he rambles, clinging to your shirt. whatever question he answered definitely wasn’t on your mind, but his reaction only makes you giggle.
“i was gonna ask what your favorite song is, silly,” you say. he responds with a timid “oh,” removing one earpiece and giving it to you. he also shows you pictures of the albums he has at home that he keeps tucked away in his closet.
(his fav is partridge esp the live version 💆♀️)
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi always drinks a cup of tea every single night.
he loves how it warms his body and helps put his soul at ease. each night, he’ll set out his mug, boil some water, and place the teabag in with a small yawn. he def puts a couple drops of honey just for that extra flavor. he’ll slurp and sigh with much content, cozying himself up in his comfy pajamas. sometimes, he’ll read a couple chapters of a book while he drinks, pushing his glasses up after every sip.
even at little cafe’s, a nice cup of tea is his go-to! doesn’t seem like much of a coffee man tbh. even on nights where he as to cram, he refuses those coffee beans and heads straight for the tea bags.
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi is fluent in animal crossing.
i think once he started playing, he thought how they talk is so cute and he wanted to try it, too! not just that, but it’s his own secret language that he influenced onto you. he’d probably randomly speak it just to mess with people hehe.
“mimwmrmemwr? (you wanna eat after this?)” he asks you. his friends are a little confused, staring at him like he’s some alien.
“well, if you want to,” you reply. they look at you even weirder, absolutely flabbergasted.
“mmimrmwemrrm? (fast food or restaurant?)”
“i’m feelingggg sit down and eat.”
“mwmrmi! mwmrmem? (same! sushi okay?)”
“yes, sounds perfect!”
mouths agape, they look at each other with wide eyes and back to you.
“am i high or are they high??”
“you guys can come with if you want,” you shrugged, completely unfazed.
“where, your home planet???”
rafayel x fem!reader. suggestive
idol!you and your my-fan-is-my-boyfriend!rafayel, what could possibly be the worst case scenario in your fairly new romantic relationship?
nothing!
rafayel is the sweetest and most supportive lover so far in your relationship. actually, has always been even way before the two of you bared your true feelings for each other months ago. he was first and foremost a close friend of yours in this glamorous industry, with his own established brand and fame as a renowned artist himself.
you vividly remember how you were the one that approached him first few years ago.
buzzing body and sparkling eyes when a celebrity friend sitting beside you noted that the rafayel qi actually attended the same fancy event as you guys were.
your excitement was purely out of admiration for the man with effortless flair and elegance (well, no heavy crush was developed yet but hey! he was a very handsome guy at that time, still is. and you can't deny being already 70% charmed during your first physical impression of him).
moreover, his art pieces captivate your heart. you are truly his fan. it doesn't help that despite the money you made from this career, you knew you could never win any of his work from the authentic and exclusive auctions. to compete with people that shared equal desire as yours to have one of his painting, but with better money.
maybe because you were in your element, standing in your designated spotlight tonight in your finest dress. epitome of confidence and you walked towards his direction where he was standing alone after who you assumed was his manager excused himself.
from behind, you watched he craned his head left and right, scanning the crowd subtly. as if trying to find something, or someone.
he can find that someone later, you were here to greet him as a fan. you were not letting go of this rare occurrence.
"hi! rafayel qi, right?" seamlessly entering his field of vision, you flawlessly rolled out a friendly greeting and tugged up your best smile.
his previously wandering gaze looked startled, settling onto yours. sunset pair of iris visibly relaxed as he cleared his throat. thankfully, returning a cool smile as he nodded.
"and you're y/n." he sounded a bit too pleased, but you had brushed it off.
only if you knew then before the years of friendship passed.
when you began dating, rafayel confessed that he is a long time fan of you. and that night where you first talked to each other, he revealed that he was searching for you, his sole reason attending the event when he knew you were attending as well.
only admitting his down bad behavior when you were finally together because he refused to come off as a weird friend who was actually a huge fan with the biggest crush before you met. though he already had the privilege to come to your show and concert over the years but he managed to fanboy over you to himself.
now that his title upgrades from your best friend to your boyfriend that attends his girlfriend's concert, rafayel has nothing to lose.
"OH MY CUTIE! MY PRETTIEST!!! SO FUCKING GORGEOUS! CAN YOU HEAR ME, BABY???!!!!!"
"HELL YEAH! THIS SONG IS ABOUT ME! CUTIE WROTE THE LYRICS ABOUT ME."
between ments, as usual, your appreciation goes to your fans, your family, mentioning celebrity friends that make time to come.
when you are done, your eyes travel to the section your boyfriend is stationed at.
oh.. rafayel is one hyperactive individual tonight, the widest grin plastered on his handsome face. your fandom lightstick firmly gripped and waved when he notices you are looking at him finally. you see his mouth moving, speaking by screaming until he's flushed even when you barely make out anything he's saying.
then you're laughing out of affection for him on your big stage and rafayel might as well die on the spot.
"fuck me– i mean, YES FUCK ME, CUTIE. PLEASE PLEASE DO. I LOVE YOU, CUTIEEEE!"
the crowd erupts in harmonious giggles when his face is displayed live on the stage screen.
"i love you too, baby." you beam endearingly into the microphone.
"i think everyone here knows rafayel already. my boyfriend, who is also my best friend for years. i love you so much, raf. thank you for supporting and loving me endlessly."
internally, your mind is conjuring all the moments of your hardest days, your best days, most endured with your team, all with him.
as if he can sense your impending little emotional breakdown from afar, he immediately holds out his arms in the air and crosses them to make an X. then quickly dragging his fingers to his eyes down his cheeks.
don't cry.
this fucker.
you roll your eyes playfully before continuing the show with renewed energy.
some time after an hour, you are ready to wrap up the night, the end of tonight's show is nearing. you have it all planned out for what to do for the rest of the night.
stay a bit for the after party. then sneak out with rafayel back to your hotel room. warm fucking bath with him. and because you know he's so proud of you he'd want to reward you then. rub out all the tension and soreness in your body in the bathtub that'll lead into something hotter that you are expecting already.
but your fans however for sure deny the fact that the night has come to an end. as much as you love your fan, long hours of concert on your own for the past month is no joke. your thoughts have long drifted away to the comfort of rafayel's arms to end your night.
as they scream "ENCORE", but now you only desperately need to go back to the hotel and have rafayel makes you scream fucking your core instead!
however, their wish is your command as you deliver one final farewell performance. promising this one as the last one.
while rafayel is not much smiling and fanboying now. he knows you inside out and notices the unnoticeable tell tale signs from your body on the stage. after making sure you finally end the show and leave the stage safely, he rushes to get to you backstage.
"cutie," rafayel calls for you when he arrives. long strides making its way to you who's drinking and relaxing calmly.
"raf!" you stand up and are immediately pulled into his warmth. his soft sigh indicates his relief to see you up close again as he pats your back.
"mmhmhm, thank you for tonight, rafayel."
"yeah, you did so well tonight. i'm so proud of you." soft press of his kiss against your temple is a balm to your frazzled soul.
giggling softly, you just registered his rough voice from all that screaming earlier. "you okay?"
he scoffs dramatically. voice raspy as he nags. "nuh uh. this is nothing. you on the other hand will be drowned in honey lemon tea for the rest of the month."
right. you can do a few more things. stay back a little for a quick after party, go back to the hotel, bath, lazy sex, greasy dinner, and sleep. in that order forever with your lover.
