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cw: semi public sex, description of a (possible) murder, grinding, fingering, all that good shit, etc.
//unedited
a/n: this goes to all my hyugo lovers out there
The sound of muffled whimpers and groans echoed in the dark alley, stood two figures pressed together against the brick wall. The freezing night nipped at your skin, causing a shivering to roll down your already arched back into Hyugo's clothed chest, nipples pebbled and hard.
Sighing at the contact, your hand releases its clenched grip of the fabric and tugs on the blue haired man's loose ponytail. Hyugo pulls away from sucking on your neck to let out a low moan, grinding his hips faster against your core.
Which brings Hyugo to think; What excuse can he come up with to avoid suspicion from his dear friend, Sunny?
Hyugo curses to himself, thumb moving to your clit to rub semi-circles. You whine, grinding against his fingers.
It feels wrong to even call him that when Hyugo was out here, fingering his friend's crush, his obsession.
But...
Hyugo opens an eye to gauge at your expression; there you were in his arms, pressed up against the wall, leg hiked up his thigh, his fingers deep inside your weeping and soaked pussy. Your hair was a mess, lips bruised from the make out session you both had earlier; you looked absolutely beautiful.
How could he not fall for you?
Upon meeting you, he thought you were cute, really cute. Though he had these thoughts, Hyugo knew better. You were off limits, said by our dear Solivan himself.
He could still remember the warning Solivan gave to him after meeting you.
βDonβt fucking even try.β
And try he didn't. He could imagine the rage in Solivan's orange eyes if he finds out about you and him. But he's not too worried about that. If push comes to shove, then Hyugo won't hesitate to take Solivan out of the picture.
Hyugo has skills, he knows people who'll get rid of any evidence regarding Solivan's disappearance and murder.
Heβll do it all for youβ¦
"Pumpkin? Are you here?!" A voice called out, with a hint of desperation.
Clicking his tongue, Hyugo speeds up his fingers causing you to gasp at the sudden change of speed. And in no time, you gave out a few more choked out moans before rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you came, thankfully Hyugo covered your mouth with his other hand.
"Pumpkin is that you?" Solivan shouts, eyes squinting at your figures, Hyugo had maybe a few more seconds before Sunny's eyes adjusted to the dark.
Pulling away from you, Hyugo immediately goes to fix your appearance. Once satisfied, he cups your cheeks and presses a loving kiss to your lips.
Flustered, you weakly kiss him back before he pulls away. He gives you a cheeky smile and a wink before sticking out his tongue out to lick your juices from his fingers.
Cheeks hot from the sight, you don't notice Solivan's figure heading towards the both of you.
"Don't tell Sunny, okay?" Hyugo whispered, licking his lips.
Without thinking, you nod, brain too mushed and flustered to even ask why.
"There you are Pumpkin!" Solivan cups your face, scanning for any possible injuries. "What happened? Did something happen to you?" His face darkens at the thought. "Who did it? I swear I'll catch the bastard-"
"Woah, chill Sunny!" Hyugo laughs, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "[Name] didn't feel well and decided to come out for some fresh air, but now that I'm looking at her more closely,"
The blue haired man hums, pointer finger and thumb on his chin as he scanned you head to toe. "I think she's sick, we should probably start heading out."
Frowning at the lack of time with you, Solivan nods. "Yeah, you're right." He holds out his hand for you to take. "Here, I'll walk you back home."
Taking it, you and Solivan both walked ahead of Hyugo, who stared at the back of your heads.
He didn't miss the way Solivan stared at him when he walked past. Hyugo sighs before catching up with you both.
It'll only be a matter of time before Solivan figures out what's happening and Hyugo will be forced to say goodbye.
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idk why but I was lowkey embarrassed writing this and had doubts because I haven't seen many smuts of Hyugo OH WELL WE PUSHED THROUGH IT!!
ππΆππ: hyugo x gn! reader x sol Β· established relationship w/sol Β· smut Β· threesome Β· implied afab! reader Β· reader with curves Β· restraint vs. indulgence Β· shameless hunger Β· quiet seduction Β· push/pull dynamics Β· explicit content Β· possessiveness Β· jealousy Β· emotional confession Β· voyeurism Β· auditory kink Β· praise Β· dirty talk Β· power dynamics Β· polyamory negotiations Β· rough sex Β· tender sex Β· multiple orgasms Β· overstimulation
πππππ ππΎπ: A late-night gaming session with Sol and Hyugo takes a turn you never expected. One too many teasing comments, one reckless Discord slip from long agoβleaving you caught between laughing it off and giving in. Hyugo stays silent, but his quiet isnβt innocence.
And in the end, when silence isnβt enough and words canβt save him, Hyugo has no choice but to give in completelyβ¦
β¦and insert himself into you.
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Thereβs just something about video games that assurance chaos.
You swear it every time.Β
One second, youβre telling yourself, βjust a quick match, one round, nothing serious,β and the next thing you know, youβre screaming at your homeboy and your boyfriend for cheating, crumbs of stale chips sliding down your shirt like confetti at a pity parade. Controllers flying, egos bruised, and suddenly a βcasual game nightβ looks like televised war.
For you, Sol, and Hyugoβthe two losers youβd wasted most of college withβgaming wasnβt some once-in-a-while bonding activity. No, it was the lifestyle. The religion. The rooftop hangout when classes were boring, the between-class distraction, the after-class cooldownβ¦ hell, sometimes the βskip-class-entirelyβ plan.Β
If you werenβt roasting each other through headsets online, you were piled in the same room, yelling at the TV like it personally committed treason.
And tonight?Β
The battlefield was Hyugoβs apartment. Again.
At this point, his place had graduated from βapartmentβ to full-on headquarters: spacious enough for bodies to crash on the floor, stacked with enough consoles to make a gamer jealous, and always stocked with snacks that tasted better just because they werenβt yours. Cozy wasnβt the word. It was the kind of place that swallowed hours whole, the clock jumping from 8 p.m. to 3 a.m. in a blink.
Shoes were already piled at the door, jackets draped carelessly over the couch, soda cans littering the coffee table. The TVβs glow bathed everything in neon light, reflecting off the mess of controllers and half-buzzing phones.Β
If someone peeked in from the outside, theyβd think it was a chaotic game night with the level of screaming, accusations, and dramatics. But nahβthis was way bloodier: a free-for-all tournament.
Hyugo was in first place, smug as ever, the human embodiment of βuntouchable.β You were steady in secondβyour self-proclaimed throne, where you liked to chill and collect wins without sweating too hard.Β
And Sol? Dead last. As per usual.Β
Which meant Hyugo and Sol were barking at each other like rival dogs fighting over scraps.
Meanwhile, you? You were just vibing. Snacking, crunching loud enough to annoy both of them, watching their dramatics like you paid for front-row seats to a comedy special. Second place didnβt even bother youβyouβd mastered the art of staying quiet.
Hyugo had his legs spread wide across the couch like he owned it, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the cushion and the other casually flicking his joystick. His smirk looked carved in stone, the kind of grin that screamed βI donβt even have to try to beat you.β Every little button-press was punctuated with a satisfied hum, as though heβd choreographed this victory hours ago.
Across from him, Sol was not taking it well.
He was sitting on the floor, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, death-gripping his controller like he was trying to strangle it into submission. Display the clear red flush creeping up his ears. His voice cracked loud enough to rattle the soda cans when Hyugoβs character landed another cheap shot.
βBro, that was rigged!β Sol yelled, his tone already a perfect mix of betrayal and emo desperation. βYou donβt even know how to do that move. You button-mashedβdonβt even lie.β
Hyugo tilted his head, cool as ever, eyes still locked on the screen. βButton-mash? Please. That was pure skill. Watch and learn, junior.β He tossed in a lazy shrug for emphasis, like the kill he just landed was a happy accident heβd barely noticed.
You snorted around a mouthful of chips. βJunior? Solβs literally older than you.β
Hyugoβs grin stretched wider. βAge doesnβt matter when youβre built different.β He tapped his chest with his thumb, as if to say: this is natural-born talent, baby.
βBuilt different?β Solβs voice cracked higher, and he threw his controller down onto the carpet with a dramatic thud. βYouβre built annoying. Thatβs it. Nobodyβs born with βgod-tier gamer genetics,β Hyugo, shut up.β
βSounds like something a loser would say,β Hyugo fired back instantly, finally glancing over just long enough to give Sol a slow, smug once-over. He even raised his brows like really? thatβs the best you got?
Sol grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it straight at him. Hyugo caught it one-handed without looking, set it aside neatly, then went right back to the game.
You nearly choked laughing. βOh my god, you two are like divorced parents fighting over custody of the console.β
Hyugo leaned back further, smugness practically glowing off him. βCorrection: I already won custody. Sol just gets visitation rights.β
Sol groaned so loud it sounded like a dying animal, collapsing backward onto the rug and covering his face with both hands. βI hate it here.β
Hyugoβs grin was pure evil, teeth flashing as he stretched out even more on the couch like heβd just dropped the funniest truth bomb in the room. βYou know Solβs just letting you win, right? Manβs whippedβhis pumpkin got him trained by the sound of your voice.β
Solβs jaw snapped tight.Β
You could practically see his vein pulsing, his controller forgotten as his whole soul prepared to clap back.
But you didnβt give him the chance.
You barked out a laugh, wiped chip dust off your hands, and locked eyes with him. βYou better not have been letting me win this whole time.β
His eyes went wide, like youβd just betrayed him in the middle of battle. βWhat?! No! Donβt look at me like thatβthis clownβs lying!β He shot a finger at Hyugo, who only grinned wider and gave a lazy little shrug, as if to say caught ya, buddy.
βMmhm,β you hummed, narrowing your eyes with mock suspicion. βBecause if youβve been throwing games out of pity, that makes you the clown.β
βPity?! Pumpkin, Iβd neverββ Sol scrambled up to sit properly, dark hair falling into his face as he gestured wildly with his hands, voice cracking like a kettle boiling over. βI donβt take it easy on anyone. You know how many times Iβve smoked Hyugo in ranked? Ask him!β
βCap,β Hyugo muttered, still lounging like a smug cat in a sunbeam.
βNot cap!β Sol whipped around, eyes wide, βTell them! Tell them Iββ
βOh, nah,β Hyugo cut in, holding his hands up in mock surrender. βNot my business, bro. You already dug the hole. Donβt drag me into your simp grave.β
You snorted so hard you almost choked on air, watching Solβs face burn with indignation as he whirled back to you.
βIβm notβ! This is insane. You believe him over me?!β
You tilted your head, lips twitching. βI dunnoβ¦ Hyugo does look confident. Kinda sus, Sol.β
Sol looked two seconds away from combusting, fists clenching in his lap. βConfident?! Heβs confident because heβs a professional troll! Thatβs all heβs got going for him!β
Hyugo let out a lazy chuckle, finally glancing your way. βHey, if it works, it works.β He winked. βBesides, if Sol is losing on purpose, maybe itβs just instinct. You say βjump,β he says βhow high.β Classic pumpkin behavior.β
βStop calling me that!β Sol groaned, tossing another pillow his way. Hyugo dodged it with a smug stretch of his arm, shooting you a quick side glance like heβd just scored another kill without lifting a finger.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, torn between laughing harder and defending yourself. βGod, I hate you both. Why do I even hang out with clowns like you?β
Hyugoβs grin sharpened. βBecause we make your nights interesting.β
Sol threw his hands in the air. βAlright bro, Iβm fighting for my life here and youβre just feeding his ego!β
You leaned back, stretching languidly across the couch as Sol huffed beside you, still glaring at Hyugo like he might explode if anyone blinked the wrong way. βHey,β you murmured, voice softening, tilting your head toward him. βDonβt get so worked up. Itβsβ¦ cute, but seriously, breathe.β
Sol blinked at you, still defensive, but your hand casually brushed his shoulder. Lazy, teasing, just enough to make him pause. You leaned a little closer, your arm draping lazily over his back as you whispered, βYou knowβ¦ if you calm down, Iβll maybe let you do the thing on me.β
His jaw slackened, a flush red appears. βWaitβwhat? Are youβ¦ serious?β
You smirked, shrugging like it was no big deal, letting your hair fall over your shoulder in a careless sweep. βDepends. You can calm down first, or weβll just laugh at you while you stew. Your choice, babe.β
Sol groaned, letting a shaky laugh escape despite himself. βUghβ¦ fine, Iβllβ¦ Iβll chill. But this doesnβt eraseββ
βShh,β you whispered, leaning your forehead briefly against his shoulder, fingers lingering at the edge of his shirt. βJust relax. I got yaβ.β
Nearby, Hyugo froze mid-gesture, controller hovering uselessly in his hands. Cheeks flushed, chest tightening, and suddenly the grin that usually kept him untouchable felt brittle.Β
And thatβs when the twist hit him like a punch to the gut.
He was supposed to be smug, supposed to be part of the chaosβbut here you were, leaning into Sol, whispering, smirking, fingers grazing, and the way he laughed at your teasing like you were some effortless magician conjuring obedienceβ¦
Wait⦠why am I feeling left out?
Because thatβs exactly what he was: The Constant Third Wheel. Always had been, probably always would be.
You and Sol had thisβ¦ magnetic pull, the kind of energy that made him both laugh and groan simultaneously.Β
You were the mischief-maker, dragging them into pranks, setting up traps for professors or random strangers on campus. Sol, of course, couldnβt resist taking the baitβjumping, shouting, throwing hands when things escalated, getting into fights over stupid pretty shit or arcade bragging rights.Β
And Hyugo?Β
He was supposed to be the βbalanceβ of it all.Β Except somehow, he always ended up missing the chaos or sticking behind to clean up the wreckage you and sol left behind. And yet, here he was, watching this little bubble form between you two. Silent words in your eyes, laughter tangled with breath, tiny sparks of intimacy that made his chest ache.
You handled Sol with the effortless ease of a general commanding a puppy battalion: sharp commands softened by playful authority, teasing without cruelty, and somehow Sol obeyed, leaned in, blushed, laughed, meltedβperfectly and utterly yours.
Hyugoβs throat went dry.Β
Was it wrong to like that? To like the way you moved through chaos like it was a second skin, commanding Solβs attention and affection so naturally, while heβ¦ watched?
He shoved a hand through his teal hair, brushing strands behind his ear, pretending to check his phone while his gaze lingered far too long. His stomach twisted with a familiar acheβa mix of envy, longing, and guilt.
Because he knew.Β He knew exactly who you loved, and it wasnβt him.Β
Itβs Sol.Β
And yet, being here, being allowed this close to your world, even as the ever-reliable third wheel, was both torture and the only thing keeping him tethered to nights like this.
Heβd carried it since that nightβthe Discord call.
A night filled with laughter, of cheap jump scares, of physics-defying monster chases. The horror game had started the way it always did: loud, stupid, full of cheap jump scares and you roasting him every time he shrieked in proximity chat. Youβd both been laughing so hard at one point he almost dropped his controller.Β
Just Classic. Easy. Harmless. Except heβd left halfway through. Just ten minutesβbathroom, water, whatever excuse. He came back, headset sliding on, only to realize heβd walked into something else entirely.
You. Different.
Not the usual you who dominated every argument, who shoved him around with that smug grin and sharp tongue. Noβthis was a quieter kind of control. Your voice was low, steady, coaxing. Still dominant, but patient. Dangerous. And Solβpoor, flustered Solβwas eating it up, stammering into his mic like youβd stolen the air out of his lungs.
Hyugo froze. Heβd expected more screaming, more of your usual biting jokes.
Instead, his headset was filled with your voiceβa smooth, teasing cadence that wrapped around him, controlled and utterly maddening. It did something to his gut, something hot and tight. He stared at his screen, fingers slack on the controller, completely paralyzed.
Heβd never admit it, not even under torture, but the sound of you taking charge short-circuited something fundamental in him.Β
Watching you lead, your confidence a quiet force that had both him and Sol unconsciously falling in line, was a different kind of aphrodisiac. It was the way you dressed, the way your body moved when you were focused, the effortless command in your toneβit all conspired to send blood rushing south, making his cock twitch insistently against his jeans.
This had been happening too often.Β
After the incident, heβd lost count of the times heβd had to mute his mic and turn off his camera, just to grip his own throbbing cock through his pants, desperate for relief before he made a mess of himself.Β
There were even times youβd asked, during other gaming sessions at his place or solβs place, or simply hanging out, genuine concern in your voice, "You okay, Hyuhyu? You keep zoning out." Heβd had to excuse himself so fast, scrambling to the restroom before the image of you looking at him like that pushed him over the edge.
And it wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair that Sol got the softness, the playful attention. It wasn't fair that Hyugo was the one in solitude,palm pressed hard over his mouth to stifle his groans as he pictured it was his name you were cooing, his performance you were praising, his cock you wereβ
No stop!Β
Hyugo shakes his head, just by sitting beside you on the couch, the memory hit him with the force of a physical blow. That night had been a tipping point. The carefully constructed dynamicβyou, the smug menace who bossed him around; him, the defiant rivalβhad shattered.
Because the truth was, hearing you like thatβcoaxing instead of mocking, giving instead of takingβhad utterly ruined him. His stupid, traitorous brain kept replaying it, twisting the memory into something horny, something that had him lying awake at night with his fists clenched, fighting the vivid image of you leaning in close, your voice like smoke, telling him exactly what to do.
The worst part?
He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted it. He didn't just want you to look at him. He wanted you to use that voice on himβbe cold but intimate, uncaring but utterly focused, as if he were the only person in your world. He wanted to feel the weight of your command.
The realization was a punch to the chest, leaving him breathless.
Maybe he didn't just have a crush.
Maybe he was completely, desperately fucked.
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, leaning back as the menu loop droned on. Totally impossible. And yet, when you nudged his shoulder with yours, eyes half-lidded, voice lazy as you teased, βAlready sulking for the next game?β his whole chest clenched like youβd caught him mid-confession.
Pathetic. Thatβs what it was. Hyugo was pathetic. Because one Discord call, one slip of your voice, had him spiraling. And now, every laugh, every brush of your arm, every stupid inside joke between you just cemented the fact:
He was in deep. Way too deep.Β
And you didnβt even know about it.
And now, as you leaned back, smirk tugging at your lips while Sol fumed and fumbled below you, sitting on the floor, Hyugo realized something else: no matter how many pranks you pulled, how many fights Sol started, how many games you dominated, heβd never be just a friend in the way you were to each other. He was the observer, the cleanup crew, the spectator of chaos, always caught between laughter and longing.
Yet even so, when you flashed that grin, the one that had Sol melting, he couldnβt look away. Couldnβt stop tracing the easy rhythm between you two. Couldnβt stop the quiet, burning thought that maybeβjust maybeβhe wanted it too.
Even if it was wrong.Β
Even if it was never his to have.
He coughed, cleared his throat, forcing a laugh as he nudged the controller. βUhβ¦ you two done plotting world domination over me yet?β
You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips. βDonβt worry, Hyugo. Iβll save you a front-row seatββ
He blinked. No, no, this is wrong.
But the corner of your mouth twitched, and Hyugo knew, deep down, that maybe, just maybeβ¦ he didnβt want to leave that front-row seat. The spell of the moment broke when Sol cleared his throat, voice still pink around the edges from your earlier stare. βAlright, alright. Can we start playing again before I lose my mind?β
You leaned back, crunching on what little remained of your snacks, and smirked. βYeah, but lowkeyβ¦ weβre running dry in here. We need more fuel. I swear the three of us eat like a pack of raccoons.β
Hyugo stood up almost instantly, brushing teal strands back from his face. βThen letβs go to the store.β
You groaned, dramatic, sinking into the couch cushions. βMmmβ¦ donβt really feel like going outside right now. Hair a mess right now.β
Sol shot you a look, lips quirking. βLazy.β
Then, with a grin, he jabbed a thumb at Hyugo. βHyugo can go. He knows what we like anyway.β
Hyugo froze, shoulders stiff. Go alone?Β
And leave you hereβwith Solβin his apartment, surrounded by his things? No. Absolutely not. He pictured it already: you and Sol sprawled on his couch, laughter echoing in his space, your voice soft in ways heβd never hear for himself. Forty-five minutes at least. An eternity.Β
He wouldnβt risk it.
βYeah, no,β Hyugo cut in quickly, shaking his head. βNot happening. You think Iβm leaving my place with you two unsupervised? Not a chance.β His tone was playful, but his chest felt hot, heavy. βYouβd burn the place downβor worse.β
βWorse?β you mocked, raising a brow.
Hyugoβs cheeks flushed, and he looked away, hiding behind a hand raking through his hair. βYou know what I mean.β
βFine,β you said, standing suddenly, a sly grin tugging at your lips, energy shifting like a tide. βSol can go. He came in last place, didnβt he? Punishment.β
Sol blinked, caught off guard, βWait, whatβno, thatβs notββ
But you were already nudging him toward the door, laughter dancing in your voice. βCβmon, loser. Go fetch. You owe us snacks.β
βThatβs not fair!β Sol protested, half stumbling, half laughing as you shepherded him forward. But he melted under your attention, defenses crumbling as soon as your voice softened, just enough praise in your tone to make him sigh and tug on his jacket. Sneakers on, laces tied, hair mussed from the rushβbut he was obedient. Always.
Hyugo sank back into the couch, eyes flicking away, jaw tight. It wasnβt impressive anymore, watching Sol fold so easily for you.Β
A few words. One look. Thatβs all it took.
You leaned close as Sol paused at the threshold, tilting your head just so, and whispered something into his earβsoft, teasing, almost intimate. It made him freeze for a heartbeat, cheeks heating, lips quirking into a tiny, nervous grin. Then he mumbled, ββ¦okay,β before stepping toward the door.
Hyugoβs chest ached in quiet, torturous waves.Β
He still lowkey hated how easily you commanded Sol, the way your laughter wrapped around him, the subtle, effortless way you drew him in without even touching. Sol adored you, clearly loved the little jabs and teasing, the dominance that wasnβt cruelβjust playful. And you handled it like it was nothing, as though guiding him, coaxing him, bending him to your rhythm was the most natural thing in the world.
Hyugo watched, pink creeping into his cheeks, fingers brushing through his long teal hair, jaw clenched, eyes flicking away like a guilty child caught staring at something he shouldnβt. He couldnβt tear his gaze from you, not really, even as he told himself to look away.
And yetβ¦
Every little glance, every whispered word, every shared smirk between you two felt like it carved its way into him. The way Solβs face lit up under your attention. The way you could make him laugh, fluster, and obeyβall without even trying.Β
Hyugo envied him. Desperately.
The second Sol left, the door clicked shut behind himβlock sliding into place like punctuation. You turned, back against the wood for a beat, listening to the sound fade down the hall before pushing off and heading back toward the living room.
You made your way back to the living room, just the low hum of the console menu looping through the speakers and the faint creak of the couch when you sat back down.
Unaware of Hyugoβs pulse thudded in his ears, his knee bouncing as he stared down at his hands. He didnβt look up, couldnβt. His mind just kept running the same line on repeat like a broken record:
Donβt look. Donβt want. Donβt ruin this.
He already knew how this went. You and Solβthere was a thing there, something unspoken but obvious. Hyugo had made his peace with that months ago. He was the sidekick, the best friend, the comic relief. Not competition. Definitely not the guy who got to sit here wondering what your laugh would sound like if it was only meant for him.
So he did what he always didβslapped on the playful grin.Β
That easy, smug expression that made him look untouchable.Β βAlright,β he said suddenly, voice cutting through the quiet as he straightened up. He clapped his hands once, loud and sharp. βSince Solβs off doing his little snack pilgrimage, we might as well play something that doesnβt tank my IQ. You in?β
You raised an eyebrow, amused. βSomething that doesnβt tank your IQ? Hyugo, the last three times I wasnβt here, Sol literally beat your ass.β
βGlitch,β Hyugo deadpanned, snatching a case from the shelf. βObviously.β He popped it open and slid the disc in with practiced ease. βAnyway, this oneβs just a warm-up. For fun. Iβll even let you play this time.β
You snorted, leaning against the armrest. βHow generous. So I can carry you again?β
He flashed that grin, sharp enough to cut. βCute. Keep talking. Youβll see whoβs carrying who in about five minutes.β
Then he dropped back onto the couch, sprawling like he owned the placeβarms stretched over the backrest, legs wide, posture loud and cocky. But even with all that exaggerated confidence, there was space left open beside him.
Yet, you ignored the open space next to himβcompletely, shamelessly, like it wasnβt even there.
Instead, you slid onto the couch behind Hyugo. Not beside. Not across. Behind. Moving with that lazy, confident ease that said youβd already decided this was happening. You tucked your legs under yourself and settled in, knees pressing lightly against his sides like a human frontrest.
Hyugo froze mid-breath.
You leaned forward a little, your chest pressing against his back, casual like it was nothing, and suddenly his entire nervous system decided to stage a rebellion.Β
His grip on the controller tightened; his eyes widened a fraction. The man was malfunctioning. ββ¦Uh,β he croaked, voice breaking halfway through, βWhatβwhat are you doing?β
βBetter view,β you said smoothly, your breath grazing his ear as you peeked over his shoulder at the screen. βI can see your hand movements this way.β
Hyugo blinked once. Then twice. Slowly turned his head toward the camera like this was a live recording of his suffering. βWhat?β
You just hummed, perfectly content. βMakes more sense. I like seeing how you play.β
Hyugo stared straight ahead, jaw tight. βYou knowβ¦ most people sit next to their friends. Like normal human beings.β
You rested your chin on his shoulder, the picture of innocence. βRelax. Youβre not just a friend, and also, I do this to Sol all the time.β
That did it.
Hyugoβs whole expression moved. βYouβ you what?β
βYeah,β you said lightly, shifting to get more comfortableβwhich, by the way, only made it worse. βHe doesnβt mind. Says it keeps me from yelling at his terrible aim.β
Hyugo made a strangled noise in the back of his throatβhalf laugh, half internal screaming. βOh, sure, yeah, great. No big deal. Totally fine. Iβm justβ a chair now. Thatβs cool. Everyone needs aβ¦ human gaming chair.β
You snorted softly against his shoulder. βExactly. Youβre getting it.β
He stared at the screen, deadpan, trying to pretend like his pulse wasnβt about to start Morse coding distress signals through his neck. βYeah. Totally normal. This isβ¦ fine.β
It wasnβt fine.
Inside, his brain was doing donuts in the parking lot.Β
You were in soft, loose loungewear, the fabric whispering against him every time you shifted. The warmth of you pressed closeβ comfortable, familiar, but far too charged for his nervous system to survive intact. Your knees framed his sides, your breath touched the back of his neck, and he swore he could feel the pulse at your throat through the air between you.
Every inch of him was aware of youβthe faint scent of you, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the quiet hum that lived in the space where your bodies nearly met. He could feel it, that gravity, dragging him in. No big deal, youβd said.Β
No. Big. Deal.
He laughed, the sound thin and too bright. βYep. No big deal,β he muttered, mashing buttons on the controller like the screen could save him. Spoiler: it definitely did.Β
Because this was not no big deal. This was a crisis. A full-blown, emotional, cardiac event disguised as βfriendly gaming.β And when you murmured, all casual, βYouβre tensing up, Hyugo. You okay?β
He nearly dropped the controller.Β
βYeah, yeah, Iβm chiling,β he said quickly, voice cracking halfway through. He coughed, as if that would erase the evidence.
You tilted your head, grinning. βWhat, nervous? Afraid Iβll distract you?β
He didnβtβcouldnβtβlook at you. βNah. You could sit upside-down and Iβd still win.β
Lie. He was already losing, completely derailed by the heat coming off you. His heart was beating like the gameβs soundtrack, thudding too loud in his chest. Every small laugh that brushed his ear, every shift of the couch cushions, made it harder to think.
Then the match loaded in. Music kicked up. Armor on.
βReady to lose?β he shot back, grin sliding into place like nothing had happened.
You smirked, leaning closer again. βYouβre about to eat dirt.β
Five minutes laterβ
βYouβve got to be kidding me.β
Hyugo stretched like heβd just won a championship, arms up, controller dangling loosely from his hand. βFirst round goes to me,β he announced, grin pure smugness. He leaned back a little, just enough that his shoulder brushed you. You could practically feel the satisfaction radiating off him.
You squinted at the screen. Then at him. βCheating. Iβm calling it.β
He didnβt even look away from the scoreboard. βOr maybe,β he said, tone infuriatingly casual, βyouβre just bad.β
Your jaw dropped. βOh, itβs on.β
Before he could blink, you shifted positionβquick, decisive, and absolutely personal. You slid closer, knees pressing into the cushions on either side of him, and reached around so your controller hovered just above his. Your arms boxed him in, your hands working over the same airspace as his, and the second match began like a scene from an overly dramatic esports documentary.
Hyugoβs whole body went rigid.
You? Completely oblivious. Locked in.
The second the match started again, your focus tunneled straight to the screen. Your face nearly brushed his as you leaned forward, fingers flying. βCβmon, cβmonβno way youβre getting another oneββ
Meanwhile, Hyugoβs entire nervous system was malfunctioning. His brain screamed to move, but his body refused. He was suddenly hyperaware of every small thingβyour laugh just beside his ear, the way your sleeve brushed his arm, the faint sound of you breathing when the game got quiet.
And somehow, despite all that, he still won.
βHYU!β you barked, tossing your head back in frustration. βWay to go. Fucking Hyugo. Youβve definitely played this way too much, huh?β Sarcasm sharp, tone dripping with frustration.
Hyugo snorted, trying to look cool even though his face was betraying him. βNatural talent,β he said, voice half a pitch higher than usual.
βSure,β you muttered, crossing your arms and glaring at the respawn screen.
βOr maybe,β he said lightly, fingers still idly tapping the controller, βyouβre just bad.β
βOh, itβs on.β
Before he could blink, you slid your arms under his, controller locking right over his. Your torso pressed against his back, thighs snug on either side. Hyugo went completely stillβlike his soul just blue-screened.
You leaned forward, forehead nearly bumping his shoulder, muttering, βCβmon, cβmon, try me now, letβs see how cocky you areββ
Hyugoβs entire body heat up. Every breath came shallow, stuttering, his pulse crawling up the side of his neck. He could feel you moveβeverywhere. The faint brush of your knee, your arm sliding just slightly against his, the warmth of your voice rumbling against his back. His hands tightened around the controller like it was a lifeline.
And somehow, he still won.
βHyugo!β you groaned, smacking your head lightly against his back. βNo way. No way. Youβre cheating. Youβve definitely played this too much, huh?β
Hyugo laughedβtoo loud, too sharp, like he was trying to drown out his own heartbeat. βGuess some of us are naturals.β
βAnother round,β you said, chin practically bumping his shoulder. He froze. Controller still in hand, eyes glued to the screen. Then, slowly, subtly, he leaned forwardβaway from you.
βUh-huh.β You tilted your head, watching him like a cat watching a bug. βWhyβre you moving away like that?β
βNo reason,β he said too fast, voice cracking a little at the end. βJustβnext round, yeah?β
You leaned in closer, voice dripping with teasing sugar. βHyuuuugo,β you sang out, dragging the name like you were tasting it. βYour pale ass is glowing. Youβre redder than Sol after one shot. You overheating, or you catching feelings?β
He froze, and the look on his face shouldβve told you everything.
But you didnβt catch it. Not at first.
Hyugo muttered something strangled, almost unintelligible, βIβm fine.β
βYeah, you sound fine,β you teased, poking his side with the controller, βJust admit youβre embarrassed I almost beat you.β
βYou didnβt,β he grumbled.
βAlmost,β you said, grinning against his shoulder like you knew it would annoy him.
He didnβt look at you. Not once. His teal hair fell forward, shadowing half his face, and that alone shouldβve been your first clue. The air felt heavier nowβwarm, static, charged in ways you didnβt mean for it to be. Every time you leaned in, the couch dipped slightly, pulling you closer. Every movement, every breath felt exaggerated in the silence between button clicks.
And then it hit you. The realization.Β
How close you really were.
How your chest was pressed against his back. How your knees bracketed his sides. How your breath brushed the back of his neck when you leaned in too far, and how heβquiet, stiff, too stillβwasnβt teasing you back. Not laughing, not pushing, not doing anything.
He wasnβt playing along.
You swallowed, guilt crawling hot up your spine.
God, how hadnβt you noticed? How could you have been that oblivious? Youβd been all over himβtouching him, crowding himβwithout even asking if he was okay with it.Β
And he just sat there, allowing it.
You pulled back like youβd been burned, heat rushing to your own cheeks. β...Hyugo.β Your voice came out softer than you meant it to, threaded with something raw. βShitβhey, Iβm sorry. I didnβt mean toβuhβget all up in your space like that. I wasnβt thinking.β
He didnβt turn right away. His fingers stilled on the controller, and for a second, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the console. Then he exhaled, slow, measured, setting the controller down on his thigh.
βI didnβt mean to make it weird,β you added quickly, eyes flicking away. βYou can just say if Iβm too close orβwhatever. Iβll move.β
Hyugoβs head snapped toward you so fast his hair shifted over his shoulder. His lips parted, like he wanted to say βno, itβs fine,β but the words got tangled somewhere between his throat and pride. He blinked once, twice, then shook his head, a little too quickly.
βItβs not that,β he muttered.
You frowned, still hesitant. βThen what is it?β
He didnβt answer right awayβhis jaw flexed, gaze fixed on the glowing screen like he was trying to anchor himself to something that wasnβt you. βDonβtβ¦ donβt act different just because Iβm acting weird,β he said finally, quiet but firm.
You blinked, unsure what to do with that. βIβm not acting different, I justββ You sighed, running a hand through your hair. βI didnβt want to make you uncomfortable, Hyu. Thatβs all.β
He laughed, low and forced, but it didnβt reach his eyes. βYou didnβt,β he saidβtoo fast, too defensive. His ears betrayed him, thoughβstill pink, still burning.
βOkay,β you murmured, suspicious, βif thatβs the caseβ¦ spill, Hyu.β
The couch dipped as you turned to face him properly. You werenβt touching him anymoreβnot reallyβbut your knees still brushed when you shifted, that small, barely contact grounding you both in the thick quiet between you.
Hyugo didnβt pull away this time. If anything, he leaned the tiniest bit closer, like his body hadnβt gotten the memo that his brain was currently waving a thousand red flags. His eyes stayed glued to the controller in his lap, thumb fidgeting with the joystick like it was the only thing keeping him from self-destructing.
Silence. Then a sharp sigh. His shoulders sagged.
βIf I tell youβ¦β he muttered, voice low, strained, βyouβre not gonna judge me?β
You blinked. That toneβhalf serious, half oh god, heβs actually stressed. βWhatever it is,β you said, matching his quiet, βIβm not gonna judge you.β
He didnβt believe that for a second. You could see it in the way his jaw worked, in the way he kept inhaling like he was about to say something but then stopped, like the words were traitors he couldnβt risk setting free.
Inside, Hyugoβs brain was an absolute war zone.
Okay. You canβt tell them you like them. Thatβs insane. Youβve known them forβwhatβmonths? Weeks? Long enough to know they sit way too close and smell good but not long enough to say, hey, youβre short-circuiting my nervous system.
He was practically vibrating with contained panic, staring at the screen like the gaming console menu would suddenly offer emotional support. The music looped againβjust repetitive and taunting. Every time that cheerful tune restarted, it felt like the universe was mocking him.
You watched him quietly, brow furrowed. βYou look like youβre debating whether to confess a crime.β
That got a reactionβbarely. The corner of his mouth twitched, but the smile never quite made it. His eyes darted to you and back again, quick, like heβd looked directly into the sun.
You tilted your head, unimpressed. βAlright, what is this, huh? Youβwhatβsteal my snack stash? Read my texts? Accidentally order ten pounds of detective comics off my Amazon?β
He didnβt move nor blink. Just stared at the controller like it personally offended him.
ββ¦Wait a sec.β You gasp, leaning closer like youβve just uncovered a scandal. βDonβt tell me this is about the Discord call the other night.β
Thatβs the kill shot.
Hyugo freezes mid-breathβcontroller half-raised, shoulders locking up like his soul just blue-screened. His head whips toward you so fast you swear you hear his neck pop. βWhatβnoβwhy would it be about that?β he blurts out, voice pitching halfway through like heβs sixteen and lying to his mom.
You blink at him, then grin slow and wicked. βOh my god.β The grin breaks into full-blown laughter. βIt is about that!β
βStopββ he tries, but itβs too late.
You lean back, waving a hand. βHyugo, relax. If youβre embarrassed βcause you breathed too hard into your mic, youβre fine. Half the people in that call sounded like Darth Vader with asthma.β
He drags a hand down his face, muffling what sounds like a growlβor maybe a dying prayer. His teal hair slips through his fingers as he groans, βYouβre so wrong but so right at the same timeβ¦β
You pause. Normally, this is where heβd smack your knee with the controller, toss some sarcastic jab your way, call you βannoyingβ in that lazy, affectionate way he does. But this time? Nothing.
He just⦠shuts down.
Hyugo leans back against the couch, body turned away, shoulders rigid. The flickering screenlight cuts across his faceβtense, jaw flexing, knuckles white around the controller. You can feel him closing himself off like slamming a door.
The laughter drains out of you. β...Hyu.β Your voice drops soft, careful now. βWhatever this isβitβs eating you alive. If you donβt tell me, Iβm just gonna keep guessing until you do.β
The game menu loops again. Fifth time. Sixth. You swear you can hear the faint static hum of his thoughts frying themselves. Thenβhe laughs. Not the normal one, not that cocky chuckle. This oneβs cracked and breathless, like itβs been fighting to escape.
βLook,β he mutters finally, shutting his eyes like if he canβt see you, maybe the confession wonβt count. βIt wasnβt the mic, okay?β His voice catchesβalmost a whisper. βIt was you. That night. During the call.β
Your brows lift, somewhat pointing at yourself β...Me?β
He exhales, long and ragged, still not looking at you. βThat night. During the the co-op horror game. The one where I left so abruptly. You think it was the jump scares? It wasnβt.β He swallowed, the motion painful and obvious, a flush of scarlet burning its way up his neck.Β
βYou leaned into your mic. Your voice dropped to thatβ¦ that whisper.β His tone wavered, rough and uneven. βLike, I know It was meant for Sol, just a bit of roleplay to mess with him, but it wasnβt him who fucking short-circuited. It was me.β
You stare at him, a few blinks behind his meaning. ββ¦Ohhh,β you said at last, nodding slowly as if the pieces had finally clicked. βRight. Yeah. Okay. I get it now.β
Hyugo looksβ¦ hopeful? Cautious? He leans forward slightly, like youβre about to say something profound.
You ruin it instantly.
βYeah, no, I totally get it. That night was wild, Sol was being such a horndog. Iβd be embarrassed too if I had to witness that.β You laugh under your breath, waving it off. βSeriously, donβt even worry about it. Heβs always like thatβone flirty tone and heβs ready to combust. Man needs holy water.β
Hyugo just stares at you, face blanking in disbelief before contorting into something like visible pain.
βThatβsβnoβthatβs notββ Heβs sputtering, red to the ears. βI wasnβt talking about Sol!β
You freeze mid-gesture, your hand still half-raised. ββ¦You werenβt?β
He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. His voice comes out half-strangled. βNo! Not him!β
You squint, baffled, tilting your head. βThen what are youβwaitβwhat the hell are you embarrassed about, then?β
The silence that follows is deafening. You can practically hear the moment his last thread of patience snapsβhis chest rising with a shaky inhale, eyes darting anywhere but your face, like heβs seconds away from combusting.
You, of course, are still blissfully clueless.
For a moment, the only sound is thata damn game menu music looping, an absurdly cheerful little tune undercutting the gravity of the room. Hyugo drags in a sharp breath through his nose, shoulders quaking like heβs holding himself together by sheer force of will. When he finally speaks again, his voice has dropped lowβhoarse and dangerous in its honesty.
βYou.β
The word isnβt spoken; itβs hurled at you, a single, damning accusation that steals the air from your lungs.
Hyugoβs head lifts, teal hair falling into his eyes, but for once he doesnβt hide behind it. He pins you there with a look thatβs almost feralβflushed, furious, and hurting all at once. βIt wasnβt Sol. It wasnβt the game.β His voice shakes, low and rough, like gravel dragged across steel.Β
βIt was you.β
He blurts it, no warning, like itβs been rotting behind his teeth and he canβt hold it anymore. His whole bodyβs leaning forward now, shoulders tight, fists digging into his thighs.
βYour voice. That night.β He lets out a short, broken laughβdark, bitter, ugly. βEvery breath you took, every whisper you aimed at himβsupposed to be for himβI sat there and jerk off to it. Let it crawl under my skin until it fucking burned.β
His fingers flex, curl, uncurl, like he doesnβt even know where to put them. βDo you even get what that does to a guy?β His voice drops lower, rougher. βHearing you sound like thatβsoft, low, intimateβwrecked me. It put pictures in my head. Shit I had no right to imagine. And I couldnβt stop. You were giving it to him with your voice, and Iββ His jaw locks so hard it looks painful. ββI just broke.β
Then it all spills.Β
βI had to do something. So yeah. I jerked off to your voice. Right there. In the dark.β He huffs a humorless laugh, eyes squeezed shut like heβs bracing for a hit. βLike some fucking animal. And it didnβt even work. Didnβt get you out of my head.β
He drags a hand down his face, teal hair sticking to his damp forehead, his breathing uneven. βThis isnβt new. Iβve been fighting this for months. Fighting you.β When his eyes finally snap openβpleading and defiant at the same time. βSo go ahead. Tell me Iβm a freak. Tell me I made it all up. That I invented the way you sound, the way your breath hitches when you laugh. Tell me Iβm crazy for wanting you so bad it feels like a sickness.β
You blinked.
Stared at him for a long, painfully slow second, like your brain was still downloading the absurd magnitude of what heβd just admitted. Thenβsoft, low, ridiculous chuckle. Not a βholy shit,β not a freak-out, justβ¦ a laugh.
βOkay, and?β you said, voice casual, like heβd just told you he ate your leftovers.
Hyugoβs jaw went slack. Eyes wide. Hands frozen mid-air, like heβd been caught in the act of the most unspeakable crime ever. βWaitβ¦ wait, whatβ?!β
You bent down, plucked the controller from the ground where it had fallen during his confession, and held it out to him like it was nothing. βHere,β you said, casually, βcome on, an actual round before Sol gets back.β
His brain short-circuited.Β
Did you justβ¦ treat that like it was normal?Β
βYouβreβ¦ not gonna hit me? Unfriend me? Call the cops?β He asked, still confused, watching you.
You, wearing casual smile across your face, sliding yourself back behind him. This time, you moved fully back into your usual position: legs warping around his sides, arms slipping under his, chin resting lightly on his shoulder, controller in hand.
Just perfectly casual.Β
βOh my god, no, callinβ the cops seem a bit extreme,β you said, voice low, βplus close friends share weird stuff. We survive. We move on. Game time, right?β
Hyugo froze again, blinking like heβd landed in some parallel universe where this is justβ¦ normal. Slowly, hesitantly, he took the controller, holding it like it might spontaneously combust. βRightβ¦ rightβ¦β he muttered, eyes flicking nervously from the screen to your face, to the way your body was draped all over his.
You tapped a button, nudged slightly forward with your weight, smirking. βDonβt worry. Iβm not gonna make you redo your confession.β
His jaw tightened. Fingers twitched over the buttons, still half-expecting some sort of retaliation. But the longer he sat there, controller in hand, chin under your shoulder, legs snug against his sides, the more absurd it all felt. You werenβt mad, you werenβt grossed out, you werenβt even teasing him too much.
Hyugo let out a strangled laugh, low and panicked.Β
How⦠how can you⦠be so chill about this?
Meanwhile, you leaned closer, murmuring, βFocus up, loser. Youβre about to get stomped again.β
The flush on his face? Peak crimson. The sweat on his palms? Peak nervous. And deep down, Hyugo realizedβ¦ you werenβt losing your mind.
Not even a little.Β
Which, honestly, made him lose even harder.
The game started, but Hyugoβs focus was in tatters. His entire world had narrowed to the points of contact between your body and his. You pressed yourself even closer against his back, your chest to his shoulder blades, your chin a persistent, warm weight on his shoulder.
βYouβre gonna lose,β you mumbled, your voice a low, pouting hum directly beside his ear. Your breath ghosted over his skin, and he flinched, his character on screen stumbling. βWhy are you so stiff all of a sudden?β
He couldnβt form a sentence. Why were you acting so familiar, so normal, after his nuclear confession?Β
It was maddening.
Then, you shifted. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear before your teeth closed, gentle but careful, on the sensitive tip of his earlobe. A sharp jolt shot down his spine.
βYou know,β you began, your voice conversational even as you licked a slow, soothing stripe over the spot youβd just bitten, βa lot of people get it wrong. With a joystickβ¦ the thickness is way more important than its stiffness.β
Your eyes, all knowing, looking down. His grey sweatpants did nothing to hide the hard, aching line of his erection, tenting the fabric and visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. You didnβt pause your gameplay. You simply brought your hand down, palm flat, and rubbed it slowly, intentionally over the length of him.
Hyugo gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. His controller slipped in his sweaty grip. βI mean,β you continued, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as your fingers traced his outline through the soft cotton, βsize and thickness are both important, sure. But at the end of the dayβ¦β You squeezed him gently, and a broken moan was torn from his throat.Β
ββ¦itβs not gonna feel good if itβs not hard.β
You licked his ear again just as the triumphant fanfare of the gameβs end screen blared. Heβd lost. He hadnβt moved his controller in over a minute.
βCalled it,β you said, poking his burning red cheek. βYou totally choked.β
βW-What are youβ¦ what are you doing?β he stammered, his body trembling, caught between pushing into your touch and fleeing from the overwhelming sensation.
You stilled your hand, your expression turning knowing. βI knew, by the way,β you said softly. βAbout that night.β
Hyugoβs blood ran cold. βWhat?β
βThat you were there. In the Discord call. Sol wasβ¦ distracted. His screen was probably full of me. He didnβt notice the third member lurking in the room.β You shrugged, a casual, infuriatingly graceful movement. βKinda our fault for staying in the group chat instead of going private. But I saw the user list. I saw you.β
His breath hitched.Β
You knew. Fuck, you really knew. All this time, you knew.
βI wondered when youβd finally bring it up,β you mused, your fingers moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. βAfter all, it happened five months and four weeks ago.β
No, like dead ass part one was that long ago. Iβm so so sorry, y'all.
With a deft flick, you untied the drawstring and pushed the fabric down his hips. His pale cock sprang free, hard and desperate, the tip already glistening with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, not quite stroking, just holding him, feeling the frantic pulse under your palm.
βSo,β you whispered, your thumb sweeping over the slick head, smearing the moisture, rubbing gentle, torturous circles that made his hips buck and his eyes screw shut. βAre you going to tell me to stop?β
Hyugoβs eyes flew open. They were wide, filled with lust and shame. βThis isβ¦ this is cheating. You and Solβ¦ and youβre still willing toβ¦β
You increased the pressure of your thumb, and his protest died in a guttural groan.
βNo,β he pleaded, the word a raw, broken admission. He looked at you, all his defenses gone, completely laid bare. βNo, donβtβ¦ donβt stop. Please.β
A slow, playful smile curved your lips. βGood boy.β
After all, this was his chance.Β
And you were finally, mercifully, taking pity on him.
In the space of a single second, you moved. Your arm, which had been draped so casually over his shoulder, now became an anchor. Your hand slid down his chest, over the frantic beat of his heart, past the tense muscles of his stomach, until your fingers found the desperate, straining heat of him through his pants.
Hyugo gasped, a sharp, choked sound. His eyes, wide with shock and raw need, locked with yours. You held his gaze, unblinking, as your fingers worked his cock with an unnerving, slowness.
βYou wanted my voice, Hyu?β you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as your hand finally closed around him. He was hard and hot, and as you noted his sizeβnot the largest youβd ever held, but perfectly, enticingly substantialβa slow smile curved your lips.Β
βYou sat in the dark and let it wreck you. Now youβre going to get it. Iβm going to wring you dry with it, just like you wished for.β Your praise was a weapon, and it shattered him.Β
βYouβre doing so well for me,β you whispered, your thumb circling his tip, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there. He shuddered violently, his head falling back against the couch. βSo responsive. Just from my voice and my touch. Itβs beautiful.β
You tightened your grip, setting a relentless, slick rhythm. βHow does it feel, Hyu? Tell me.β
A broken groan was torn from his throat. βItβsβ¦ good. So good. Pleaseββ
βPlease what?β you coaxed, your voice a low, intimate purr. But you didnβt wait for an answer. With your other hand, you cupped his jaw, forcing his head to turn and his glazed eyes to meet yours. βLook at me.β
Then you kissed him.Β
You pushed past his parted lips with your tongue, claiming the taste of his stifled moans. Your legs, still wrapped around him from behind, pulled him tighter against you as you leaned into the kiss, your chest pressing flush against his. You could feel the frantic hammering of his heart against your own, a wild, syncopated rhythm.Β
A soft, approving moan vibrated against his lips, and you felt him unravel in your hand, his control fraying at the edges.Β
βIβmβ Iβm gonnaββ he pleaded, the words a ragged, desperate sob against your mouth. His body went rigid, every muscle straining as he spilled over your fist, his release hot and sudden, painting your fingers and his stomach with stark, white streaks.
You broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at your hand. βWhoa,β you breathed, a hint of a smirk playing on your swollen lips. βYou were supposed to tell me you were close, kay?β
Hyugo could only pant, utterly spent and boneless against the couch, his eyes dazed and helpless.
You held his gaze, your expression turning playful. Slowly, you brought your cum-slicked hand to your lips. Your eyes never leaving his, you ran your tongue along the length of your fingers, cleaning them with a slow, sensual swipe.Β
βNext time,β you said, your voice dropping to a husky, promising whisper, βyouβll remember to warn me.β
The cheerful game music was a stark, absurd contrast to the charged silence between you. Hyugo was a statue of pure panic, his brain visibly short-circuitingβ
βHey, Iβm back, I got usββ Solβs voice died in his throat. Sol, frozen in the doorway, takeout bags dangling from his hands, and you, perched perfectly on his bare lap.
Your lounge shirt, which Sol had last seen paired with cozy shorts, now did little to hide the fact that it was the only thing you were wearing. The hem barely brushed the tops of your thighs, giving Sol a perfect, unforgiving view of your plush ass and the slick, puffy lips of your pussy pressed flush against Hyugoβs twitching cock. A clear, glistening streak of your arousal was already smeared across his tense stomach.
Solβs eyes widened, darting from your face, to your bare legs, to the undeniable, intimate contact between your bodies. The bags hit the floor with a soft thud. βHoly shit.β
Hyugo made a sound like a choked animal. βSolβ!β
You simply sighed, the picture of mild inconvenience. βAhh, heyy babe.β
βWhat theβ What kind ofβ What are you two doing?!β Solβs voice was strained, a desperate hope that this was some elaborate, terrible joke coloring his words.
You shifted slightly, a movement that made Hyugo hiss through his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. βWell,β you began, your tone utterly matter-of-fact, βI kinda got horny.β
βItβs not what it looks like!β Hyugo blurted out, his voice cracking. His hands flew down in a futile attempt to cover himself, to shield the very evidence that condemned him.
Solβs expression shattered from shock into pure, unadulterated annoyance. His face flushed a deep red. βNot what it looks like?β he repeated, his voice dangerously low. βHyugo. It looks exactly like what it looks like. Theyβre naked on your dick.β
A soft, unbothered laugh escaped you. βHeβs got a point, Hyu.β
Sol dragged a hand down his face, letting out a long, exasperated groan. βOh my god. You actually did it. I leave for twenty minutes and you actuallyβ¦.β He leads off as he took in the sceneβyou draped over a rigid, crimson Hyugo, the charged airβand a slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
βTold you,β Sol said, his voice a low rumble aimed directly at Hyugo.
Hyugoβs head snapped up. βTold me what?β
βThat sheβd break you. When I went out, I knew. I knew exactly what she was planning to do to you the second I left.β Sol dropped the bags by the door, his eyes glinting with amusement. βSheβs been plotting.β
Hyugoβs wide, bewildered eyes found yours in the screenβs reflection. βHave you?β he breathed, the question barely audible. βHave you been plotting this from the start?β
A slow smile curled your lips. You leaned in, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. βMaybe,β you whispered.
Before Hyugo could even process the seismic shift in reality, your hand slid down his stomach, your fingers tracing the hard, tense line of his bare cock. He jolted as if electrocuted, a sharp, choked sound escaping him. βChange of games,β you announced, your voice dropping into a sultry, conspiratorial whisper that was solely for the three of you. You gave Hyugo a gentle, soft squeeze, making his breath hitch.Β
βSeems like we already made Hyugo lose once tonight.β You tilted your head, a wicked grin playing on your lips. βHe came just from my voice. Sol, you, on the other hand, have been a very good boy. You havenβt come at all yet.β
You looked from Hyugoβs stunned, flushed face to Solβs.
βSo, the new game is simple,β you purred, leaning back slightly but keeping your possessive grip on Hyugo. βThe goal is to make me cum. Hard. The first one to completely shatter my composure and make me lose my mind wins.β
Solβs grin was instantaneous and sharp. βI like this game. But whatβs the prize for the winner? Besides the obvious, life-affirming glory of reducing you to a blissed-out puddle, of course.β
You tapped a finger on your chin, feigning deep thought. βHmm, how aboutβ¦ bragging rights?β
Solβs face fell into an expression of pure, comical outrage. βBragging rights?β he spluttered, throwing his hands up. βAre you kidding me? Weβre putting our pride, our stamina, our very souls on the line, and the pot is βbragging rightsβ? Thatβs the most bankrupt, pathetic stake Iβve ever heard!β
βOh, Iβm sorry,β you shot back, not sorry at all. βIs the chance to witness my earth-shattering orgasm not enough for you? Should I throw in a participation trophy, too?β
Solβs blush deepened, but he held his ground, grumbling, βPumpkin It justβ¦ lacks grandeur! It needs moreβ¦ consequence.β
A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips. βThen how about this: the winner gets the memory of my undoing, courtesy of them, to replay in their mind forever. Thatβs a prize money canβt buy.β
Sol opened his mouth, likely to protest the intangible nature of the prize again, but a voice cut through the tension first.
βThatβs not enough.β
Both you and Sol turned to look at Hyugo. He had been quiet, his teal hair shadowing his eyes, but now his gaze was sharp and fixed on you.Β
βHyugo?β Sol asked, sounding almost wary.
Hyugoβs eyes never left yours. βBragging rights are for children.β He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, heated whisper that was meant for you alone, yet hung in the air for all to hear. βIf weβre doing this, we make it real. We make it tangible.β
You felt a shiver trace its way down your spine, yet still showed a smile. βWhat did you have in mind?β
A slow, knowing smirk tugged at Hyugoβs lips. βWhoever winsβ¦β
Sol blinked, already wary. βWaitβhold onββ
You cut him off with a calm that only made the moment hotter, more dangerous. βNo, let him finish,β you said, eyes gleaming. βIβm curious.β
Hyugo faltered for the first time under your gaze, closing the gap between you all, your voice smooth and unhurried. βFine. Letβs raise the stakes, then.β
Both pairs of eyes locked on you.
βIf either of you wins,β you murmured, dragging your gaze from Hyugoβs mouth to Solβs unsteady stare, βyouβll get your rewardβme, doing whatever you ask.β
Solβs breath hitched, color rising to his cheeks.
βButβ¦β You tilted your head slightly, the faintest smile touching your lips. βIf I winβmeaning if you come three times, by my handβthen youβre mine. Youβll serve, obey, and play nice until I decide otherwise.β You leaned closer to Hyugo, your words brushing his ear like silk. βSo,β you whispered, voice dropping to something almost tender, almost cruel, βstill think you can handle me?β
Hyugo swallowed hard, fraying under your stare. βIβyeah. I can.β
The single word was a spark to tinder. βBet.β
You then shifted, turning to fully face Sol, βDonβt you think Hyugoβs cock looks so cute like this?β you mused, watching it twitch under your touch. βAll desperate and flushed for me.β
A glint of possessive jealousy crossed Solβs features. He took a half-step forward, but you didnβt let him speak. βAh-ah,β you chided, pointing a finger at the space on the floor in front of you. βIβm in charge in of the game, so my rules, sit boy.β
Like a well-trained dog, Sol obeyed, a dark heat in his eyes. He shucked off his hoodie and pushed his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion, his own erection springing free.
You positioned yourself on the couch, leaning over Hyugoβs lap. You maintained eye contact with Sol as you took Hyugoβs length in your hand, giving the tip a slow, teasing lick. Your ass was arched high in the air, giving Sol a perfect, unobstructed view of your glistening, wet pussy.
βCome here,β you commanded Sol, your voice husky. You used two fingers to spread yourself open for him. βPlay the game; fuck me.β
With a guttural sound, Sol was on his knees behind you. His hands gripped your hips, his large cock nudging at your entrance before he pushed inside in one smooth, deep stroke. The sensation forced a loud, want on moan from your lips, the vibrations traveling straight down Hyugoβs shaft, making his whole body tense.
You took him deeper into your mouth, encouraging him with a muffled, βCβmon, Hyugo. Use me.β
Hesitation warred with raw, desperate need in his teal eyes.Β
This was his chance, the line was already crossed.Β
With a broken groan, he gave in. His hands tangled in your hair, and he began to move your head, setting a rhythm, gently at first, then with more urgency, fucking your mouth in time with Solβs thrusts. The sensation of being filled at both ends made you clench tightly around Sol, your moans becoming a continuous, muffled symphony around Hyugoβs cock.
βEasy, Hyugo,β Sol grunted, his own pace becoming frantic, his grip on your ass tightening. βYouβll make them choke.β
But the warning came too late. The overwhelming stimulation was too much. With a final, deep thrust, Sol buried himself inside you, groaning as he spilled his release. At the exact same moment, feeling your throat constrict around him, Hyugo lost his battle for control, his hips bucking as he came down your throat. Panting, spent, Sol and Hyugo collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs.
You were the first to speak, pulling off Hyugo with a wet pop and laughing breathlessly. βWell, look at that. Two Hyu, one Sol.β You glanced over your shoulder at a dazed, panting Sol. βAlso, youβre always so rough on me, Sol. At least Hyugo here,β you patted Hyugoβs trembling thigh, βwas playing the game right.β
Before Hyugo could even process your compliment, you were moving.Β
You rose to your knees and then straddled his lap, sinking down before he could utter a word. You rocked forward, the hot, damp silk of your cunt grinding against the rigid line of his exposed cock, soaking the length with the undeniable evidence of your own arousal.
A choked gasp tore from his throat, his hands flying to your hips to steady himselfβor to hold you there. His eyes were wide, glazed with shock and a desperate, rising hunger.
βYou said you could handle it,β you purred, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle, using his length to stroke your own aching folds. βSo handle it.β
But you werenβt finished.Β
Because you were playing for a higher score.
Without breaking eye contact with the utterly wrecked Hyugo, your hand snaked out, finding Solβs wrist where he sat frozen beside you. You guided his hand to the back of your head, a invitation he was too stunned to refuse. As you leaned down, taking Solβs cock into your mouth with a practiced ease, you increased the pressure on Hyugo, a slick, pulsing, grinding that promised everything and gave nothing.
You kept the rhythm, a cruel and perfect metronome: a grind against Hyugo's throbbing cock, a deep, swallowing pull on Sol's.Β
It was simply too much. With a broken shout, Sol came, his release spilling down your throat. You took it all, swallowing before pulling back with a soft, pop. Then, you laughed. It was a bright, playful sound, utterly at odds with the debauched scene.
"Two," you announced, glancing between their wrecked expressions. Your hips were still moving in that slow, infuriating grind against Hyugo's soaked, aching cock. "Two, Sol and Hyu. Funny, isn't it? We've been at this for a while now..." You leaned close to Hyugo's ear again, your voice a taunting sing-song. "...and I still haven't come. Which, by my count, means..."
You let the sentence hang, your meaning crystal clear.Β
Sol, still catching his breath, and Hyugo, trembling with unsated need, locked eyes over your shoulder. A dawning, horrified realization passed between them. They were both two orgasms in the hole, completely at your mercy, while you, with a playful glint in your eyes, were still sitting at a perfect, infuriating zero.
You were winning.Β
Hyugoβs head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut, his body bowing under the relentless, teasing attention you paid him. "F-Fuck... not again..." he whimpered, his hips stuttering against you as he spent himself for the second time, overwhelmed and trembling.
You clicked your tongue softly, a mock scold as you felt the hot proof of his surrender against your thigh. "So soon, baby boy?" you purred, not letting up. "And here I was just getting started." Your focus was entirely his, your lips tracing a wet path from the hard plane of his chest back to a peaked, pink nipple, your tongue flicking over it just to feel him jolt.Β
Your core, still pressed against his oversensitive cock, was a slow, maddening grind. Fuck. You were going to ruin him.
On the floor beside the couch, Sol sat dazed, lazily stroking his own cock as he watched you work. A look of pure, awestruck reverence was on his face. Hyugo noicted, No wonder he listens to you so much, he thought, captivated by the cruel, beautiful precision of your teasing.
He couldn't afford to let you beat himβnot at this.
Just as you leaned down to whisper another tormenting promise in Hyugo's ear, the dynamic shattered. In a surge of desperate strength, Hyugo moved. He flipped you with a grunt, pinning your back against the couch cushions, his body caging you in. His eyes, dark and blazing with a newfound resolve, looking to Sol.
"Sol. Hold the wrists."
You blinked, startled. "Huh?"
Without a second of hesitation, Sol was moving, snapping out of his daze. He knelt by your head, his handsβstrong and sureβencircling your wrists and pinning them gently but firmly above your head. "Sorry, boss," he murmured, though he didn't sound sorry at all.
Meanwhile, Hyugo slid to his knees on the floor, pushing your legs far apart, his gaze fixed on the heart of you. He dragged two fingers through your slickness, his touch deliberate and knowing. "You said whoever wins has to make you cum hard," he stated, his voice rough but steady. "Why can't both of us compete for it?"
The audacity of it, the sheer, collaborative cheating, caught you so off guard that a burst of laughter escaped you. "By tag-teaming? You cheaters!"
Hyugoβs smirk was a triumphant thing. "Your rules. You never said we couldn't."
Oh, fuck.
The realization dawned as you felt Sol's lips on your neck, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to be a promise, while Hyugoβs head dipped between your thighs, his tongue laving a slow, devastating stripe that made you arch off the couch.Β
The game was far from over.Β
It had just become a contest to see which of them could break you first.
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Tje feeling lap of Hyugoβs tongue that made your eyes flutter shut and a soft, breathy sigh escape your lips. "Just like that, Hyu... so good for me," you praised, your head tilting back in surrender. It was that surrender he craved, the proof that he could unravel you. But the victory was gone in an instant.
Solβs presence enveloped you from side of you, where Hyugo was fervent worship, Sol was possessive claim. His mouth found yours in a deep, distracting kiss, his tongue plunging in a rhythm that mocked Hyugoβs efforts below. He broke the kiss with a smirk, his thumb circling your nipple with a practiced, teasing pressure.Β
"Sounds like he's finally found something he's good at, pumpkin,β Sol murmured against your skin, his other hand guiding yours to the hard length of his cock, forcing your fingers to curl around him. "But let's not forget who knows how to really play you."
Ugh.Β
Hyugoβs thought was a furious, desperate spike in his mind. Of course Sol knew. He had the map of your body memorized, knew every shortcut to your pleasure. But this couldnβt be how it ended. Not with Sol stealing the climax he was fighting so hard to give you.
He must win.
Hyugo hands tightened on your thighs, anchoring you. He delivered a gentle, punishing bite to your inner folds, before he dove back in with a renewed, frantic purpose. He replaced broad, languid strokes with the pointed, penetrating thrust of his tongue, fucking you with it in a relentless.
The moan was torn from you, breaking free from Solβs kiss. Your attention, your pleasure, wrenched away from Sol and back to the man between your legs. Your hands fisted in Hyugo's teal hair, not pushing him away, but pulling him closer, your gaze locking with his glinting, triumphant one as he worked you over.Β
God, heβs so much better at this than Sol.
Maybe it was because he was a foodieβevery lick was a study in savoring. Each suck on your clit was exquisite, building a coil of pleasure so tight you trembled. But then Solβs fingers found your soaked, puffy cunt, rubbing teasing, maddening circles just beside where Hyugoβs mouth worked so diligently. His bites and kisses along your neck were a counterpoint, a symphony of overstimulation designed to shatter your focus. "Come on, pumpkin," Sol coaxed, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "Don't hold back from me.β
Oh, no.
You felt it approaching, Hyugo felt it tooβthe moment your body began to teeter, the rhythm of your moans shifting, becoming Solβs as much as his. A fierce frown etched onto his face, his movements never ceasing. No. Sol was not going to take this from him.Β
He was not going to be the background noise to your climax.
Hyugo stood up, the movement awkward and jerky, all his usual cool evaporated. He fumbled with cock, and he held it at the base like it was a foreign object he wasn't quite sure how to operate. He looked from the flushed, eager tip to your slick, glistening pussy, your fat folds spread open and waiting. A look of pure, unadulterated panic crossed his face.
You couldn't help it. A low, throaty laugh escaped you, the sound echoing in the living room. Hyugoβs gaze looked over to Sol, who was passed out cold beside you, a blissed-out idiot smile on his face, his own cum still leaking from his cock. "Three strikes, he's out of the game.," you mused, poking Sol's limp arm. It flopped bonelessly. "Three for Sol. Two for you."Β
You looked back at Hyugo, your eyes glinting with a challenge that was both a dare and a promise. "Your move." You reached down, using your fingers to spread yourself wider for him, a blatant, unashamed invitation. "Well? You talked a big game." You smirked, the taunt clear in your voice.Β
βInsert me.β
Hyugo's breath hitched, his control visibly fraying. He inched the tip forward, the broad head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance, a teasing promise of what was to come.
"You know," you said, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was a direct callback to the very one that had undone him, "for a guy who was ready to spontaneously combust over a voice call, you're looking a little... hesitant. Don't tell me the great Hyuhyu is all talk?"
That was the final straw.Β
A low, guttural sound ripped from his throatβpart growl, part triumphant laugh. "You just had to ping me, didn't you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with a newfound, playfulness.
In one brutal, perfect thrust, he rammed his entire length into you, sheathing himself to the hilt. The air was punched from your lungs in a shared, sharp cry. For a single, suspended moment, he was still, his eyes wide and stunned, locked with yours as he processed the overwhelming, silken heat clenched tight around him. His hands, which had been trembling, now clamped onto your thighs.
"Fuck," he breathed, a cocky grin twisting his lips as he began to move, setting a punishing, pulsingpace. "Look at that. Latency is zero. Perfect sync." He leaned his head back, a vein throbbing in his temple as he fought for control, his hips driving into you with relentless precision.Β
His earlier vulnerability was gone, burned away by a predatory focus. Each rough, thrust of his hips drove you further into the cushions, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the couch fabric behind you.
βYou feel that?β His voice was a low, rough grunt in your ear, his breath hot against your damp skin. βThatβs a direct input.β
The words were so absurdly⦠ugh, so him, that a look of cringe warred with the overwhelming pleasure. But you didn't have time to think. Another deep, punishing stroke hit exactly the right spot, and your thought process shattered into a static whine. Your back arched, a broken moan torn from your throat.
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. His hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he set a ruthless, perfect rhythm. "You're taking the combo so well," he growled, his own breathing ragged.
Before you could even form a coherent protest against the metaphor, he shifted his angle, lifting your leg, plunging deeper, βHyu!β You moaned out.
The sensation was so intense it felt like a system shock, short-circuiting your nerves.
"But let's see if I can make you drop your frame rate." His pace became erratic, brutally fast, then agonizingly slow, denying you any chance to find your footing.Β
"Let's see you cum ONLY for me."
Hyugoβs eyes vanished, replaced by a terrifying, focused intensity. A low, guttural sound tore from his throat, half-moan, half-growl of pure conquest. βAnd I bet on it, I will win,β he vowed, the words a hot, ragged promise against your lips. His hands, which had been trembling just moments before, were suddenly sure and demanding.Β
One slid from your face, splaying possessively across your stomach, while the other wrapped tightly around your thigh, yanking you flush against him. His forehead pressed against yours, forcing direct, unbroken eye contact. In the periphery, Solβs passed out form was a forgotten in this brutal game.Β
Hyugo didn't give a single fuck.
So what you βbelongβ to Sol, so what you and him are together. Heβll take this chance and ruin the living shit of of you, just to beat this game.
His mouth crashed back onto yours, all tongue and teeth and desperate, hungry noise. This wasn't some sweet, romantic shit; this was him taking what heβd been fantasizing about for months. His hands were everywhereβgripping your hips hard enough to bruise, fisting in your hair to yank your head back and claim your throat.
"Fuck," he growled against your skin, his voice ragged. "You feel that? This is what you did to me. All those nights listening to you. This is what you fucking asked for."
He drove into you, each thrust a punctuation to his words, the couch creaking under the force; definitely not friendly competition for a game. βHyu! Holy shitβ¦β
Β It was just raw, sweaty, and so damn good.Β
His mouth crashing onto yours, all the pent-up frustration and jealousy of months erupting into a feverish, clumsy clash of teeth and tongue. His hands were everywhereβtangling in your hair, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt to feel the frantic beat of your heart against his palm.
When he finally pushed inside you, it was with a guttural groan that was pure relief. He wasn't as generously large as Sol, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in a desperate, focused intensity. He angled his hips, chasing a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
"Fuck!" you cried out, your back arching off the couch.
"See?" he panted against your neck, his voice thick with triumph and strain.Β
He was staring right down at you, his eyes dark and blown out, watching every single one of your expressions shatter. "Gonna cum for me, you fucking tease?" he panted, his rhythm turning brutal, perfect. "Gonna let me feel it? Or do I have to fuck it out of you?" He was trying to break you, to make you lose that cool composure that always drove him insane.Β
His movements was relentless, the sound of slick skin and his balls hitting your ass a lewd, counterpoint to your moans. Determined to make you break first, he shifted, one hand wrapping around your throatβnot to hurt, but to claim, to dominate. The pressure was just enough to make your head spin, your vision spotting as you looked up at him, your expression utterly vulnerable.
You were wound so tight you could shatter, a live wire of pure need, and you knew only he could break you. βHyuβ¦ pleaseβ¦β you begged, your voice a ragged, broken thing. βIβm so closeβ¦ donβt you dare stop.β
His answer was a guttural groan against your sweat-slicked neck, his pace turning punishing, relentless. You could feel the coil of your own orgasm tightening deep in your belly, a storm about to break.
βThatβs it,β you panted, your nails scoring down his back, claiming him. βJust like thatβ¦ fuck, your cock is the only thing that makes me feel this full. Iβm gonna come all over it. Iβm gonna come for it.β
The confession shattered his control. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. He drove into you, deeper, harder, as if he could fuse you together.
βYes! More,β you cried out, your body arching off the bed, every muscle taut. βBe rougher, Hyu, I donβt careβjust make me cum! I want to scream your name when I do. I want to drench your fucking cock.β
You felt him swell inside you, the telltale sign of his own climax approaching. Panic and desire lanced through you. βNo, waitβHyugo,β you gasped, your eyes flying open to lock with his fever-bright gaze. βDonβt pull out. Pleaseβ¦ I need to feel it. I need to feel you come inside me. Fill me up. Please.β Your words, that raw, desperate plea, snapped the last thread of his restraint.Β
With a broken shout of your name, his hips slammed home and stayed there, buried to the hilt. You felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release deep within you, a flood of heat that triggered your own shattering climax.
Your vision whited out. A silent scream was torn from you as you convulsed around him, your inner walls milking his cock in a relentless, pulsingwave, drawing out every last drop of his seed. He collapsed against you, his body heavy and shuddering, his face buried in your neck as you both fought for air, joined completely in the aftershocks. The only sound was your ragged breathing and the wet, intimate sound of his spent cock still nestled deep inside you.
He had just enough strength to roll you both over, collapsing onto Solβs and snapping the other man out of his stunned silence. You lay dazed and boneless on Hyugoβs chest, feeling the evidence of his victory begin to leak from you.
Sol stared, his jaw slack. "Did... did he win?"
You didn't even open your eyes. βYeah,β you murmured, a blissed-out smile on your face. "Hyugo won."
"I can't believe it," Sol muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But his prize doesn't mean he gets to keep you all to himself."
Your eyes fluttered open. "Who says you have to be separate?" you mused, your voice lazy. "Maybe the prize is... sharing."
Before Sol could process the invitation, Hyugoβs arms tightened around you possessively. "I won," he growled, his cock already stirring again inside you. "I get to do whatever I want. And I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh, hell no," Sol said, his own arousal now obvious.
As they began to argue over you, you let out a sigh that was more contentment than annoyance. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, catching their attention. Slowly, you spread your legs, letting them both see the undeniable, overflowing proof of your shared passion.
"You're both so loud," you chided softly, your gaze flicking between their flushed faces. "I'm still not satisifed. So, are you going to keep yelling, or are you going to do something about it?"
They fell silent, two rival now utterly tamed by the same desire. And as they looked from your sated, demanding expression to each other, a new, unspoken understanding passed between them.
You smiled.Β
You had gotten exactly what you wanted.
And you were, God, you were.
Your nails dug into Hyugoβs back, your legs locking around him to pull him deeper as Solβs hands began to wander your body. Your breath came in sobbing gasps that were their names, a tangled, desperate prayer. And Sol, watching Hyugo move within you, his own length hard and aching, could only think one thing.
A poem appears in your lockerβfevered, unhinged, and written with a knowledge of you no stranger should possess, with a devotion that borders on madness. You seek out its author, intending to demand answers.
A fanfic I published in AO3 but thought I could share here too :p. this is my first fanfic on here, and like, ever, so be kind! comments are super appreciated (you're free to comment on any phrasing that sounds weird bc english isn't by far my 1st language :p, but be gentle pls!) and basically i just wanted a fic where reader doms Sol more directly, i really haven't seen of those, so enjoy and thanks for reading <3
Since the day you stepped into this school, some time ago, you've felt a gaze anchored to the back of your neck.
Sol felt foolish. There you wereβsurrounded by people, radiant like a star, and just as distant. And heβ¦ he was the black abyss that devours light, so near, and yet impossibly far.
Thatβs why he acts like he doesnβt care. Because why bother reaching for one of the popular ones when you are the outcast, the strange one? And besidesβhow could he? When the mere crossing of your eyes sets his ears aflame.
So Sol prefers to watch. Every detail of your laugh, your gestures, your tastesβtheyβre all etched into him. He doesnβt need to take notes, but he likes writing poetry about you.
Dark, twisted, sometimes overwhelming verses, almost incomprehensible. And yet there they are, slipped quietly into your locker.
Hyugo lets out a chuckle, elbowing his friend as he nods toward you.
And Solβs soul crashes to the floor. That thing in your handsβthe one youβre reading with such curious eyesβitβs a confession of his obsession.
At least itβs unsigned, he tells himself, as his crimson eyes flood with dread and his face flushes deep with shame.
You reach for Crowe, a good friend of yours. Lost is how you feel, asking for directions to sort out the verses that barely left you with enough room in your lungs to breathe.Β
Because of course you have read it. You know cannibalism as a metaphor for love. You know Eurydice. But oh,Β
Oh,
Oh, how the table turns when it is your loverβs heart you toy with β when someone, you suspect the one whose eyes you constantly feel on you, is offering an altar of his own skin just for a fraction of your attention, his so-called museβs attention.Β
Red eyes dart around the hallway, a tall figure disappears into the library. Flushed, hot, boiling is how Sol feels just from the brush of your fingers on the paper he wrote. His devotion is enough to physically feel your fingerprints everywhere in his goosebumped skin.Β
He locks (ironic, isnβt it) himself away in the bathroom there, breathes one, two, three times before he loses count. He was doing so well, pretending not to know you. He even had his little plan to become your friend, to do things as they should be done. Not this. Not you discovering his twistedness, his sickening obsession.Β
But the poemβs unsigned, for his sake. Almost, of course. He particularly liked the piece you held in your hands: acrostic verses commenting on how he could worship even the most visceral part of you, how he could operate on you from memory and carefully, like a lover and not like a surgeon. The inherent passion of rearranging your organs.Β
Disgusting for everybody else, of course. And obscure: how could any of these uneducated souls tell whatβs an acrostic poem? His initials obsessively written in the very beginning of each verse cannot possibly mean a threat.Β
Thatβs what he thought, yes. Sol walked out of the bathroom like any other student, looking a bit tired, mostly ready for the next class. Which he, unfortunately and of course, shares with you.Β
You approach silently, curious. The need to know who wrote that is eating you alive, but for now, your only strategy is to check everybodyβs writing. The poem you received wasnβt exactly in a good handwriting, more like in a rushed, longing one. Like its author couldnβt help but desperately let out its content.Β
βHi, mind if I sit with you? The class is almost full,β you excuse yourself. At least itβs a half truth, isnβt it?
Sol stiffens. Internally screams, for a moment he thinks heβs been caught white-handed. She knows. But she doesnβt, the immaculate smile on her face claims. He simply nods, muttering a simple βof courseβ while he makes a seat for you. The professor starts his talk: no time should be wasted on trifles like desk partners.Β
The clock tic tacs, the voice becomes monotone, the light is strangely comforting. Solβs notes look oddly familiar. Has he ever lent you his notebook? What could possibly ring a bell about this guyβs notes if he hasnβt?
Then it clicks: letters. Precisely knitted together, punctuated in such a manner. Oh, Sol might not be a lot of things, but he sure is a poet. His pulse while writing has a certain rhythm, his gaze flickering awkwardly across the room not to wonder in your shape too much has its certain allure.Β
So you pull it out, discreetly. As if itβs part of your notes, you check the poem, compare it to the notebook next to you. Double check it even, as you laugh softly to yourself. You watch him through the side of your eye, smiling innocently, putting up an act. Then you let the poem fall just between the two of you, as if itβs nothing, a casual gesture.Β
He doesnβt dare move a muscle. You are still watching him through the side of your gaze: his neck shines with a cold sweat. Completely still, completely silent.Β
And like that it stays until the end of the class. You amusedly pick up your things, heβs still frozen. You stand up. The guyβs still frozen. If it werenβt for his enormous frame and intimidating presence, youβd swear you are currently in front of a scared puppy. But oh, letβs not forget his violently passionate confessions. You snicker softly again, finally alone in the room. No eye contact yet.Β
You mutter your adress, followed by an unbothered βat midnightβ. He stares up, eyes wide like plates. Sol recognizes it, of course he does, like he would not recognize the place which has sent him to heaven a plethora of times. You notice his engines working, clicking together. Itβs like watching the demolition of a building: souls leaving the place to give space to a new feeling. You could call it ecstasy in his red, vibrating orbs.Β
βFreakβ,Β
You say out loud as you walk away, leaving the poor man there, almost destroying the pen with his grip.Β
The bell rings. Finally, youβd say if it wasnβt exactly a second from the time you proposed. The guy is obsessed, isnβt he?Β
Youβre gonna have fun with this one. And this is the best scenario to premiere the night gown you bought the other day: a silky, fitted material decorated in finesse blooming flowers. Truly a delicacy, you grin to yourself as you slowly open a bit of the door, just to tease further. βWho is it?β.Β
He clears his throat, nervous. His voice is a trickle when he says his full name: βSolivan, fromβ¦ Literature class.βΒ
βOh, youβre my poet,β you gently reply, smiling. Watch the man shiver with your voice, watch him tremble when you fully open the door. To say he drinks up your silhouette is to undermine the way his gaze travels along you, like he couldnβt believe himself, like he isnβt allowed to have this. His cheeks flush at your nickname, at your sight. You let him in.Β
He sighs, looking away from you. With eyes glued to your floor, ashamed as youβve never seen anybody, he suddenly starts talking. βIβm truly sorry about the incident. There is no way I can explain myself. Thereβs no excuse. I know. Itβs terrible, you must think Iβm rotten because thatβs what I truly am. I canβt even begin to apologize, really. Iβd understand any kind of measure youβd like to take against me-βΒ
You shush him out, index on his lips. Sol nearly chokes on his own saliva.Β
βWhy donβt you make it up to me, dear? Instead of all that bullshit, I mean,β you simply respond, gauging his answer.Β
Probably the bulge on his pants is enough of an answer, anyways.Β
βIndeed, yes. Thatβs what Iβm here for. I wasnβt sureβ¦ Could you exactly name it? I suppose you want me as far as possible. I can drop out of college. Iβll move from the city. Maybe, uh, you require some kind of compensation. Are you traumatized by what I wrote? I apologize again for my vulgarity.β He speaks. You tilt up his chin, confused. Was your tone off? Did the message not get across?Β
He locks eyes with yours: almost accidentally, unsure, utterly ashamed. You give him a comforting smile, he sends back an apologetic one. You slowly draw your hand to his, his breath stops, he bites the inside of his mouth. You notice, he notices you noticed it. You guide him to your room.Β
He already knows the way, but regardless he lets you drive him. Like in a trance.Β
You sit on your bed, point to your window. The broken lock. He flushes, his brows knitted together.
βThat was you too,β you affirm.Β
He nods quietly, muttering an apology.Β
βDid you know real men apologize on their knees?βΒ
In a blink, heβs down. And what a sight. His tall frame, leaning right in front of you, his legs probably hurting by now. Yours, on the contrary, are slowly spreading. Right in front of him.Β
What a buffet for a starving man. What a blessing for a lost soul.Β
He doesnβt dare move. You take his chin again, slightly more violent. βApologize, then,β you command.Β
A gulp. Then another one as his hands slowly travel up your thighs. A stifled moan, youβd swear, the moment he delicately kisses your ankle. βIβm truly sorry.β
βWhy for?β you ask, leaning a bit backwards, but still watching him in satisfaction.Β
βFor being such a sick bastard,β he mutters, kissing further up your legs. The apology doesnβt fall from his tone, but neither does his libido fall, from the way heβs shivering at the contact with you.Β
He drools unconsciously, leaving wet kisses further up your lap. A little sigh you let out paralyzes his pleasant travel, makes him look up at you.
βAre you waiting for me to report you orβ¦?β you ask, mocking him. He shakes his head, smiling softly at your humor. Itβs the first time youβve seen his smile, and paired with his red cheeks and intense orbs, itβs certainly not an unbearable sight.Β
βYou could crash my head right now and Iβd still give it to youβ he offers in response. The boy does not disappoint with his word games, does he?
Before you can even react, he continues his attack. You lean further back, driving him closer in between your legs. If you thought he was crimson before, you canβt even describe it now. Sol looks up in a pleading expression, like asking for water in a desert.Β
βYou better expiate like this all the twisted shit Iβve had to put up with. Freak,β you accuse. Watching him move like a snake. His tongue tastes your panties, impossibly teasing. You groan and toss them apart, guiding his mouth.
He gently licks your clit in the most timid way. Everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial and pure, raw need. He honestly feels like he needed this more than you, and judging from your soaked underwear, which is currently shoved aside like a discarded poem, that is a statement.
Soft moans coming from your lips seem only to fuel him. The oh so shy guy you had looking up at you a second ago might still be there, but there is also absolute hunger. He uses his nose as he tastes you further in: your head falls back in pleasure.Β
The cold breath of his voice hits you at your most sensible spot. βPlease. Can I use my hands?βΒ
He has the nerve to ask.Β
You nod in response, and a second after, you feel his finger inside you, testing waters (quite literally). The shake in your legs encourages him to look for your sweetness, and he quickly finds it, rubbing up against it. You ride his hand, his face, like you were born for it.Β
The sweet pressure on your lower stomach doesnβt take long to appear, but you say nothing. Sol notices regardless, heβs obviously studying you. Another finger follows in, and when you unintentionally moan his name itβs all lost. You know you have barely a minute more.
βIβm about to come,β you announce between ragged breaths and sighs.Β
βPlease do it in my face,β he instantly responds, before heβs able to think it through. You chuckle, he blushes harder. βSorryβ, he whispers, but keeps on the same pace. Youβd call him a magician, but heβs more of a devotee.Β
And suddenly there it is, your sweet orgasm. It comes as a shock: you havenβt had time to recover from Solβs eagerness before it hits like a train. The man doesnβt stop, if something, he goes harder. You ask him to pause after a bit less of thirty seconds of straight up bliss. He ignores you. You have to push him away, shaking like a leaf.Β
You notice then: his face is fully wet. Not normally wet, like other people who have eaten you out. You arch a brow, curious. βHave you sweated?βΒ
βThis is all you,β he confesses with a half smile, licking his fingers, his lips. What a pervert, really. βI think you squirted?β he asks, looking up at you like a kid on Christmas morning. You laugh softly, a bit embarrassed.Β
βNever happened before. Good job, I guess,β you confess. The smile that crosses his face needs to be studied. His cheeks barely fit it.Β
Β βDoes this mean Iβm forgiven?β, he wonders, resting his face on your right thigh.Β
βYou tired yet? Iβm disappointed,β you shoot back. He looks heartbroken.Β Β
βI could never. Youβre divine, you haunt me. I see you in every shadow, every silence. Youβre the ache in my chest and the fire in my blood.β
You blink, staying still.Β
He grimaces. Looks down. βToo much?β His voice is shy again, remorseful.Β
βYouβre always too much. Thatβs what I like about you,β you hurl back. What an odd thing to say.Β
Now youβve put the target on yourself. Itβs your fault: Solβs obsession is wholly yours to shape and feed. Break him and heβll ache until it is you who mends him. But the shine in his gaze and the almost everlasting bulge on his pants take your attention. Speaking about too much.Β
βNeed me again?β you purr, grinning. He blushes for the millionth time in the night, you relocate him onto the bed, making room for him to rest his back against the headboard. Undoing his pants leisurely, enjoying his every little reaction. Pulled aside rest his jeans, followed by his shirt. You pause, relishing on the moment.
βDonβt stare that much, please. I knowβ¦β he mumbles, looking at his lap. His tone is sad, self-conscious. You tilt your head, still looking.Β
βIβm gonna fuck that thought out of you, Solivan,β you merely acknowledge. He gasps, biting his lips. You donβt take long to fulfill your promise: in a quick gesture, youβre on top of him, discarding his underwear and staring right down.Β
Is that silver?Β
You'd have sworn you'd never see an ampallang. Here's this man to contradict you, then. You whistle. βWell, you kept that quiet.β He flushes, nodding, then apologizes. Will he ever stop apologizing?Β
βI just thoughtβ¦ Well, I saw you, I meanβ¦ You said somewhere in your socials youβd love toβ¦ So I went and did itβ¦ Itβs the most painful piercing Iβve had,β he chuckles, trying to change the topic.
βYou put yourself through that only for an uncertain possibility Iβd fuck you?β you blurt out, confused.
βEvery time I was cleaning it and it hurt I just imagined you jumping on top of it,β he confesses through shut eyelids and a covered face. Incredibly adorable, if you werenβt talking about his dick.Β
βLetβs see if reality outdoes fiction, then,β you lick your lips, amused.
βPlease, use and discard me. Whatever you want as long as itβs me.β He deserves a little peck. So you lean in.Β Β
Moving a few inches up, you line up yourself. βAre you a virgin, by the way?β He looks away, mortified.Β
βIs it that obvious?β
βYouβre pathetically hard.β
His cock twitches. Heβs a masochist too, apparently.Β
You didnβt notice he was big. Well, it was kind of obvious, but you only take notice when the cold metal of the bar hits your guts. βI feel it,β you moan out. Heβs been whimpering the whole time.
Ragged breaths come from both of you and you havenβt even started to move. Sol is biting down his lips so hard they look plump as a cherry. His sweat-covered forehead and mindless gaze give away his state. He hides his face as he admits it.Β
βIf you move an inch Iβll cum,β through gritted teeth. You laugh faintly. Youβre still adapting to him, so itβs not a problem to wait.
You kiss him tenderly at first, trying to pass time. Heβs too shy to make any move, but he slowly picks up your pace, and in a minute youβre both a tangle of tongue and flushed lips, of neck marks and earlobe bites.Β
He shivers at any contact you make. Itβs astonishing, every little sound he makes when you finally start riding him.Β
The thing of being a man with a throbbing vocabulary: itβs even more rewarding when you manage to fuck him stupid.Β
And so you have a good time. The sounds coming from both of you mix in an erotic ambience of flesh against flesh, skin to skin. His hands are driven like possessed to your waist, like he needs an anchor to the world because youβre making him feel over it. You tangle yours in his hair and pull back to bite his neck.Β
Thereβs a certain pleasure in seeing his paleness covered in red, teeth-shaped dots and hickeys.Β
His piercing hits just in the right place of your cervix, his cock filling you up. Unrushed but steady, another orgasm starts to build up in you: and just by the look and the grip of him, Sol is in the same position. His gaze locks with yours, gulping and sighing in pleasure as he assesses.
βYouβre too good. Iβm not ready for too much, I think Iβm about toβ¦ You know,β he says, ashamed.Β
It takes a bit more before you both bloom together. It is truly an experience, bodily fluids mixing with each other in a synthesis of lust. He moans your name through all the time, you lean back and enjoy the feel of his metal in the exact place it can prolong your already long orgasm.Β
His prolongs just by looking at you.Β
After itβs over, both of you exhale deeply. You lean to his shoulder, not moving from your seat on his lap.Β
βI still cannot believe this. I thought you were going to report me, thatβs what logic said, but youβreβ¦β his yap fades away, Sol merely takes you in through those red, obsessive orbs.Β
Undoubtedly, heβs yours.
He will never stop being.Β
βIβm in your blood, in the very essence of you, Solivan. I was destined for you. Perhaps as a punishment.β
TEARS IN MY EYES THIS IS SO GOOD OMG SOL PLEASE I NEED YOU SO BAD β I couldn't stop imagining that as soon as he heard "Did you know real men apologize on their knees?" HE STARTED TEARING UP HE WANTED THE COOKIE SO BAD BRO I'M GIGGLING
My ass would be JUST like this (/lying I'd be so awkward but SO incredibly into it)
I'm so fucking sick of you homos invading all of the good spaces us girls have. The Shall We Dat games are meant for WOMEN not faggots. Stick with yourr own shit
Okay, first. It's "Shall We Date" with an 'e' and your is spelled with one 'r'. Hope that helps.
Second, I don't like being told what I can and can't do, so guess what I just added to my Masterlist Hub?
You don't want me in these spaces? I'll just invite myself in and make myself comfortable. As a man with free will, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Guess I know what fandoms I'm making fics for for a while. Thanks for inspiring me, Pookie Bear. πππππππ
Just learn that shall we date/solmare is closing their game Blood in roses+ which was the first otome game I played so I am going to share as much as I can about the game.
So to start here are the pictures of Jack the werewolf (my favorite)
YOU'RE WITERWY SO COOL FOR SELFSHIPPING WITH DASHA βΌοΈ Before being able to play Date Everything for myself I had NEVER heard of her, so when I saw her I was absolutely flabbergasted because WHAT A WOMAN AUGHHH
AWAHHHH THANK YOU!! Honestly i hadnβt heard of her either until my friend (who was my gf at the time) showed her to me and I IMMEDIATELY got attached! Iβm unfortunately unable to play at the moment due to not having a computer but Iβve seen her route and sheβs honestly SUCH A SWEETHEART <33 will def get the game for her and Betty when I eventually get a laptop or computer,,, AND WHAT A WOMAN INDEED!
TRUTH NUKE TRUTH NUKE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER! AND TYTY HOPEFULLY ILL GET ONE SOON!!
also betty pfp? on the reblog account? πππππππππ guy who selfships with betty too: ππππππ guy who is normal about her: ππππππ guy who: πππππππ guy: ππππππππ fuck yes: ππππππππππππ
GIGGLING I like Betty, I'm not sure if she'll be a yume tho (gorgeous lady tho π) Here soon on my main I plan on changing it to Gaia (MY ABSOLUTE WIFE AUGHHHH)
I've made a few of these pfp for myself, they're sm fun
YOU'RE WITERWY SO COOL FOR SELFSHIPPING WITH DASHA βΌοΈ Before being able to play Date Everything for myself I had NEVER heard of her, so when I saw her I was absolutely flabbergasted because WHAT A WOMAN AUGHHH
AWAHHHH THANK YOU!! Honestly i hadnβt heard of her either until my friend (who was my gf at the time) showed her to me and I IMMEDIATELY got attached! Iβm unfortunately unable to play at the moment due to not having a computer but Iβve seen her route and sheβs honestly SUCH A SWEETHEART <33 will def get the game for her and Betty when I eventually get a laptop or computer,,, AND WHAT A WOMAN INDEED!
TRUTH NUKE TRUTH NUKE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER! AND TYTY HOPEFULLY ILL GET ONE SOON!!
also betty pfp? on the reblog account? πππππππππ guy who selfships with betty too: ππππππ guy who is normal about her: ππππππ guy who: πππππππ guy: ππππππππ fuck yes: ππππππππππππ
GIGGLING I like Betty, I'm not sure if she'll be a yume tho (gorgeous lady tho π) Here soon on my main I plan on changing it to Gaia (MY ABSOLUTE WIFE AUGHHHH)
I've made a few of these pfp for myself, they're sm fun
YOU'RE WITERWY SO COOL FOR SELFSHIPPING WITH DASHA βΌοΈ Before being able to play Date Everything for myself I had NEVER heard of her, so when I saw her I was absolutely flabbergasted because WHAT A WOMAN AUGHHH
AWAHHHH THANK YOU!! Honestly i hadnβt heard of her either until my friend (who was my gf at the time) showed her to me and I IMMEDIATELY got attached! Iβm unfortunately unable to play at the moment due to not having a computer but Iβve seen her route and sheβs honestly SUCH A SWEETHEART <33 will def get the game for her and Betty when I eventually get a laptop or computer,,, AND WHAT A WOMAN INDEED!
Alright, so, this will be my first ever post. I don't know what to expect but I made wallpapers based on The Hanks' jumpsuit designsβI am extremely hyperfixated about them, especially Hank 3. ( Ν‘Β° ΝΚ Ν‘Β°)
Please do not mind the signaturesβit was extremely hard to capture the exact strokes, and I had troubles doing so since I am left-handed, and I only made the signatures online. TT-TT
Anyway, so, I made three sets of designs for the wallpapersβthe first is avatar + signature, second is signature, last is the jumpsuit itself.
Avatar + Signature
