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Perv!Taki Who jerks off the second he gets home hoping you noticed the tent in his pants while he was meeting you. Eyes rolling to the back of his head imagining his possible roomie

Perv!Taki Who answers your call back when you let him know a good time for him to start moving in his hand is already reaching under his waistband. The poor guy is just too excited :(

Perv!Taki Who is the perfect roommate leaving the apartment spotless! You never have to worry about cleaning your shared areas because Taki’s got you covered!

Perv!Taki Who confuses you when he offers to do your laundry also because “Its faster if we just mix the loads”

Perv!Taki Who pretends to not know where your underwear is going he always says he never saw them and “helps” you look for them in your room.

Perv!Taki Who keeps a stash of your “vanishing” panties in a box under his bed, he's gotta keep them safe somehow, rubbing the tip of his cock against the lace every night cause it feels too good. 

Perv!Taki Who starts "accidently" leaving his door cracked at night, causing you to hear all the pretty noises he makes before bed.

Perv!Taki Who wants you to catch him so bad, arching his back into the mattress, staring at the crack in the door begging for your head to poke through.

Perv!Taki Who loves watching how shy you get when you see him the next morning. Proud of knowing he has some kind of effect on you.

Perv!Taki Who starts following you around the apartment like a lost puppy, blaming his boredom on why he is following you.

Perv!Taki Who always seems to need to brush past you to get something, always being sure to drag his arm along your waist, maybe even pressing his hips against it if hes feeling risky/bold.

Perv!Taki Who freezes when he walks past your room hearing soft whines on the other side. Were you thinking about him? His hand rubbing his cock over his sweatpants listening to you touch yourself through the door. 

Perv!Taki Who starts making you breakfast every morning just so he has another reason to sit and eat with you.

Perv!Taki Who will brush your ankle under the table with his foot “accidently” so he can feel closer to you.

Perv!Taki Who notices you looking at him differently from before, something darker.

Perv!Taki Who is overjoyed when he finally sees you pushing his door open one night while he is being loud. 

Perv!Taki Who is even shocked when you grab him by the neck angrily, him whining in the process.

Perv!Taki Who now know you are sick of his shit when you wrap your hand around his cock, not even pretending to be nice about it, annoyance on your face as he gets closer and closer.

Perv!Taki When he finishes in your hand for the first time makes him see stars.

Perv!Taki Who whines when you push him back down into the mattress and leave him there alone.

Perv!Taki Who has become your personal stress reliever after that often finding yourself bouncing on his cock in his room with your hands in his hair tugging the strands roughly. 

Perv!Taki Who isn't even embarrassed when you finally find his stash of your panties in his room, the secret was gonna come out sooner or later, now it just depended on what you were gonna do about it.

Perv!Taki Who thinks he's in love when you stuff one of the pairs in his mouth his eyes rolling from that action alone while laying him back down.

Perv!Taki Who is definitely in love after you start teasing him using so many mean words to degrade him, he deserves it after being so invasive to you.

Perv!Taki Who has tears welling in his eyes when you deny him from finishing. He thinks he's going to pass out the dizzying sensation of holding his release.

Perv!Taki Who groans like crazy when you take the panties out his mouth and kiss him. 

Perv!Taki Who sobs out thank yous when you finally let him cum, pretty tears falling down him face, but don't worry you are there to wipe them away.

Perv!Taki Who dick still twitches when you call him a “Good boy”

a/n: i couldnt stop thinking about taki idk how this got here

K

I can definitely imagine him having a hard time, but he for sure has more control over holding himself back. whispered curses against the shell of your ear, bites against your shoulder as he gets closer.

Fuma

I think Fuma has amazing control of the sounds he makes, holding back completely so the two of you don't get caught, but I think sometimes he lets a few soft groans slip through just to see you get nervous.

Nicholas

I think he would be fine at first, staying quiet, but as he gets close, I think he stops caring about what others might hear in the neighboring rooms. cursing loudly as he gets closer to his climax.

Euijoo

It can be either way, depending on how desperate he is, I think. Definitely on the louder end, having to bite into his shirt or suck onto your skin to keep quiet. (at least he is leaving pretty marks behind)

Yuma

I don't think he would even try. It's not that he can't, he just won't. Why should he? If someone hears he isn't worried about it, your whines about members being in the apartment fly past his head, and he tells you how good you are for him. A playful grin on his face.

Jo

I think Jo is on the quieter end in general, so I don't think he's too worried about people hearing him. If needed, he will shove his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his voice just a bit, telling you how good he feels.

Harua

One of the worst at holding back his moans, especially when you ride him, whining about how he needs more, his neediness gets the best of him. Sex with Harua is always a scene, usually leaving one of you two loudly breaking. Members are not looking at you two in the eyes for a while after the fact.

Taki

The absolute worst, louder than you even, you try to tell him to be quiet, but you just feel too good. You have to place your hands over his mouth. If that isn't good enough, you make him suck on your fingers as his eyes roll back

Maki

Another one of the louder members, but I also think he doesn't care much. Even if he could hold back his moans, he wouldn't want to. He knows what his voice does to you. Why would he take that away from you? Sometimes, if you complain about him being too loud, he will tease you about how much you squeeze him when he is loud.

a/n: lmk if y'all want a part two with how they keep their partners quiet (might do it anyways) comments are appreciated <3

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" Nico perked up at that. He loved showering you with gifts, and getting gifts back made him smile till his cheeks ached. "You've already given me so much."

Biting your lip, you could feel heat filling your face with what you were about to say. "Remember when I went to the doctor two months ago?"

Nico's smile dropped into a frown, afraid for your health. "Yeah. Everything okay?"

"Everything's perfect," you quickly told him, putting your hand on his arm. "I didn't tell you this, but... I asked her for birth control pills."

His eyes went wide. "You did?"

You nodded. "I started taking them, because it needs a few weeks to be effective. That's why my period was kinda weird last time. And, well... we're good to go."

"Good to go where?"

You laughed quietly and ran a hand through your hair. Then, you leaned in close and whispered for his ears only, "Without condoms, Nico."

Nico's brain stopped working. It was suddenly overloaded with thoughts of your perfect sex wrapping around his hard cock with nothing in between, and Nico found himself imagining what it would feel like to finish inside you and fill you with his cum.

Fuck, that idea alone had Nico's dick twitching in his pants.

You fought a giggle at his expense. Your boyfriend looked dumbstruck.

In the past year you'd been dating, Nico had never once complained about wearing condoms and never pressured you about birth control. He told you that was completely your choice if you wanted to look into other options, but he would always glove up before entering.

"Thank you for waiting to tell me this at the end of dinner," Nico said weakly, sipping his drink to clear his suddenly dry throat. "I literally can't think of anything else right now."

You chuckled and sank a little closer to him to sigh, "Me neither."

Nico turned toward you and said in a rush, "You didn't have to do this for me. If it's giving you any bad side effects or anything..."

"Nico," you stopped him, loving him a little more in that moment if that was possible. "I want this too."

"Okay." Your boyfriend let out a breath and relaxed. He met your eyes and his cheeks were a little rosy, and he smiled bashfully when he realized you could see right through him.

You were delighted when he kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist, and whispered, "Ready to get out of here?"

Needless to say, you couldn't wait.

There was a warm tension in the car as Nico drove home, his hand staying possessively on your thigh. Your heart was pounding; the entire day seemed to have been leading to the night. You felt the same way you did after an hour of teasing and foreplay with Nico.

You felt your heart pick up speed again when you stepped into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. No sooner had you stepped out of your shoes, Nico molded himself to your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. You ran your hands over his firm arms, melting into his touch.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Nico turned you around to face him and kissed you. The kisses started to build, coming hotter and faster. You could taste Nico's hunger.

He pawed at your hips, gripping handfuls of your dress, and broke from the kiss to tease, "This is the sexiest thing you've ever worn. I almost passed out when I saw you."

You laughed darkly against his lips and retorted, "Wait till you see what's underneath."

Nico made a noise and smashed his lips on yours again.

You let him steer you toward the bedroom, his tongue in your mouth and his hands all over your body. You carded your fingers into his hair and held on tight, like he was the only thing keeping you sane.

"I want you so bad," you purred, folding into him and feeling his hard cock in his pants.

"You can have me whenever you want," Nico said without missing a beat, leading you over to the bed and surprising you when he didn't shove you onto it like he usually did.

Shivers raced up your spine when Nico slowly stripped you out of your dress like he was unwrapping his gift. When the dress fell to a pile at your feet, he peered down at the black lace lingerie you wore and groaned, "Fuck."

You grinned and bit your lip at pleasing him, and gasped for air when he latched his lips to your neck, rewarding you with kissing and sucking over your sweet spot until your knees were weak.

Nico picked you up and set you on the bed, right at home between your thighs as he marked and bruised the base of your neck. He reached over and pressed at something on the nightstand, making the bedroom lights dim to a low golden shade. Meanwhile, he proceeded to kiss every inch of you it seemed, lingering on your inner thighs and your hip bones.

You'd completely messied up his hair at this point, your fingers constantly in the strands as you tried to steer his head, to no avail. "Nico, please," you begged, chest rising and falling fast. "Please, fuck me."

Nicholas glanced up from his place between your legs, pressing another hot kiss just above your sex, and said, "It's my present, right? I'll take it when I want."

"Your present is going insane," you whined, clamping your thighs down on his head.

Nico pulled you apart with his strong hands and chuckled, his voice low. "Good. That's how I want you."

You whimpered when he tongued at your clothed folds.

"I want her dripping when I slide in," Nico said thickly, still sucking at your cunt through your lacey panties.

Nico didn't stop until your thighs were wrapped around his head, your body arching and rocking, your hands tangled in his hair. He was relentless even as you came, crying out his name and gripping his strands even harder, bouncing into his face as the orgasm made you shake uncontrollably.

"Good girl," Nico purred, swearing deeply in his mother tongue. He dragged your panties down your legs and finally tossed them aside. His eyes locked in on your glistening pussy, never tearing them away as he freed his painfully hard cock, propping himself over you and raking his length back-and-forth between your slick folds.

You stared up at him in worship, grabbing onto his thick arms for purchase, your lips parted. Each time his cock brushed against your sensitive clit, you shuddered and hummed, stifling your moans.

"Tell me to take it, baby," Nico said, leaning down to kiss you before you could answer.

The moment his lips left yours, you said, "Fuck me."

"I can't hear you."

You hooked your legs on his hips and raised your voice. "Please, Nico. Fuck me raw. I need you."

Nico rewarded that with a kiss and guided his cock to your entrance. He trailed kisses over your cheek and across your jaw, finally burying his face in the crook of your neck as he began to bury his cock inside you.

You arched into him and sucked in a breath, latching your hands to Nico's back as he kept pushing inside until he could go no further. It didn't matter how many times you'd been intimate with him, it still blew your mind that he could feel so good.

Like you were made for each other.

"Fuck," Nico growled in your ear, letting out a shaky sigh. He canted his hips back and thrust in again, opening you up for him, your pussy so wet and warm and inviting. "You feel so fucking good."

"Worth the wait?"

"I would have waited forever for you."

Your eyes burned with the threat of tears. The emotions and sensations were overwhelming. "I love you so much, Nicholas," you spoke softly.

Nico lifted his head to meet your eyes, giving you a reassuring kiss and whispering your name. "I love you too. So, so much, baby."

Your breaths stuttered, and so did your heartbeat.

"You're mine."

Nico never took his attention off your beautiful face as he rocked into you until it was just too much for him and his eyes rolled. The sweetest moan fell off his tongue and you tangled a fist in his hair, drawing him down to steal another kiss.

The two of you moved in perfect sync, your bodies settling into a rhythm where you took pleasure from each other, but you could feel Nico holding himself back. You knew him too well.

"Fuck me, Nico," you hissed, dragging your nails down his back, leaving little red lines in his skin and making him arch into you. "Harder, rougher... I can take it."

"I don't want it to be over," he told you breathlessly, sweat dampening his hair, making his skin glisten in the low lights.

You smiled faintly, biting your lip at another hard thrust. The bed kept colliding against the wall, the mattress squeaking underneath you. You were close again, your legs restless on his hips and you needed just a little more...

"We'll do it again, and again, and again," you told him, your voice beginning to shake with your desperation. "But I need to feel you come, Nico."

"Shit," he groaned lowly, propping over you and smacking his hips into yours, pumping his cock into your slick pussy faster and faster.

"Wanna feel your cum in me, baby," you kept taunting him, holding onto his waist now. Little whimpers spilled out of your mouth as his strokes turned merciless. "I've been counting down the days."

Nico shook his head, flipping the hair out of his eyes, and growled, "You're gonna be the death of me."

You'd never heard his voice so deep, even in the morning when he sounded like a lion. His words and his vicious thrusts sent you over the edge, and you gripped him tight as you came, toes curling and eyes rolling back in your head. The room filled with your cries and the wet slapping of skin on skin, and you could barely hear Nico's words over the pounding in your ears.

"Yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck, you're so pretty when you come." Nico sucked in a breath and panted, "Shit, I can feel you so tight on me. I'm gonna come... gonna fill you up. Fuck, I'm coming."

Nico's tempo went out of sync, rough and jarring, gloving his cock into you hard until he grabbed your hips and finished inside you, finally knowing how it felt to paint your walls with his load.

You were still gasping for air after your own orgasm when Nico gave one last thrust and dropped his head to your chest, his whole body shaking and his breaths loud and labored against your skin. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as you always did, brushing his hair back with gentle fingers while you waited for him to come down from the high that was your sex.

Nico eventually lifted his head, his eyes glistening, and kissed you softly and slowly, as if thanking you for letting him get so rough. You kissed him back eagerly, warmth rushing through you at feeling him still sheathed inside you. Being intimate with Nico stirred something fierce in your heart.

You knew you were exactly where you belonged.

"Are you okay?" Nico rasped. He was so fucked out, you had a feeling he was on the verge of the deepest sleep of his life.

You nodded and smiled up at him happily. "Never better."

Nico studied your face and started to speak, then stopped himself.

You cocked your head at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can we... stay like this a little longer or are you too sore?"

You tightened your legs around him and brought him down for another kiss. After kissing the corner of his mouth affectionately, you said, "I wanna stay like this too."

“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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He knew that the moment you had asked him to accompany him to the mall to buy presents for your best friend’s baby shower, his dick twitching at the prospect of seeing you run your hands over baby clothes. Earlier that week he had already seen you fawn over your baby nephew, holding him close to your chest and bouncing him up and down, all wide smiles and laughter that sounded poetic to him.

Murata Fuma was a fucked man everytime he thought about having children with you, laying you down on your bed and drilling you with his cock all damn night, pumping you full of his cum and waking up the next morning to go to the gynaecologist.

“Not green enough.” He chuckled, leaning against the shelf as you scanned your eyes with laser precision through all the shades of green of baby clothes neatly folded in front of you.

“Well, can’t say I trust you, baby.” You laughed, reaching to the very back of the shelf, “If it was up to you, we’d be shopping for Pokemon baby toys.”

“Hey, gotta get them in young.” Fuma shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms and feigning deep thought as you pulled out an olive green shirt the size of his biceps, “Perfectly green enough.”

“I know right?” You smiled at him, looking down at the cloth in your hand with shining, triumphant eyes, “God, I hope she likes this.” 

“Of course she will, darling.” Fuma stepped forward slowly, filling your senses with his cologne, “You picked it out didn't you?” His hands came up to your waist, eyes fixed on your lips as he ran a tongue over his. 

Fuma stepped closer until the shelf behind you pressed lightly against your back, the tiny green shirt still clutched in your hands. You barely had time to raise an eyebrow before he leaned in.

“Fuma—” you started. But his lips met yours first.

Warm, oh so warm and certain, like he already knew you were going to laugh about it a second later. His hand stayed at your waist, steadying you as he kissed you, gentle but lingering enough that your protest turned into a muffled giggle against his mouth.

You pushed lightly at his chest. “We’re in public,” You whispered, breathless and amused.

“And?” He pulled back just a fraction, close enough that you could still feel the warmth of his breath, “Can I not kiss my darling wife in public?” The playful look in his eyes made your resolve wobble.

You shook your head, trying to look annoyed, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. For a moment you simply looked at him and something about the closeness, the familiar comfort of it, pulled you right back.

Before you could overthink it, you leaned forward again. This time the kiss was yours, soft and unhurried, your lips brushing his as if you were testing the moment rather than stealing it. His hand tightened slightly at your waist in quiet surprise, and he leaned into it instinctively, deepening the warmth of the kiss. You tasted faintly like the honey he’d put on your pancakes earlier in the morning.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks were warm and your heart was beating a little faster than it should have been for a quiet aisle full of baby clothes. The moment sparked a memory so vividly that it made you smile.

The first time you had ever kissed each other was on your third date, You could still see the scene in your mind—your apartment lit softly by the ikea lamps you got on sale, the city lights outside the window flickering against the glass. A half-finished glass of wine sat on the table between you while the two of you talked about everything and nothing and the newest pokemon cards.

He had been sitting beside you on the couch, turning the stem of his wine glass slowly in his fingers, pretending to be calm but clearly working up the courage to do something. You had noticed of course—call it a lover’s intuition.

And when he finally leaned in that night, the kiss had been messy as messy could be, teeth accidentally bumping into each other, you almost biting his lips off and a glass of spilled wine. 

But here you were, years later, wedding band on your finger and his wine stained shirt sitting somewhere at the back of your closet. 

How beautiful a thing love was, you thought, even after all these years, kissing him felt exactly the same.

“You wanna go checkout?” You smiled, pressing your forehead to his. Fuma laughed softly.

“Five minutes more.” 

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Spring had arrived softly that year.

The air in the backyard carried the faint sweetness of blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass, sunlight filtering through the branches of a large maple tree that stretched comfortably across the yard. Someone had strung delicate pastel ribbons between the branches, and they fluttered lazily whenever the breeze passed through.

Tables were arranged across the lawn with soft cream tablecloths, each one decorated with small glass jars filled with pale pink roses and sprigs of baby’s breath. A long wooden table near the patio held the gifts—colorful boxes stacked in cheerful towers. Somewhere near the fence, a group of guests laughed over plastic cups of lemonade and iced tea.

It was the kind of afternoon that felt warm without being heavy, the perfect afternoon for a baby shower.

And the perfect afternoon for Fuma to internally combust whenever he saw you.

You had chosen a soft pastel summer dress for the occasion, the color somewhere between blush pink and pale peach, the fabric light enough to move gently whenever the wind touched it. The hem reached your lower thigh, brushing lightly against your legs as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Your hair caught the sunlight every time you turned your head, strands glowing gold for just a second before settling again. You sat beside the mother to be—your best friend—talking excitedly with animated gestures, your hands moving as laughter erupted.

Even from across the yard, Fuma could hear the brightness in your voice. He leaned casually against the wooden railing of the deck, a plastic cup of lemonade in his hand that he had completely forgotten to drink. His attention was fixed entirely on you, watching the way you smiled when your friend showed you a tiny pair of baby socks.

Something about it made his chest feel tight.

“Man.” The voice beside him cut through his thoughts. Yudai appeared at his shoulder, arms folded as he followed Fuma’s line of sight across the yard. It took him about half a second to realize exactly what his friend had been staring at.

“You look ridiculous.” Yudai snorted, looking ridiculous with a flower crown on his head.

“What?” Fuma said absentmindedly, not moving his eyes away from you.

“You,” Yudai said, pointing directly at his face, “look like a wide eyed idiot.”

That earned him a small huff of laughter from Fuma. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Yudai continued, leaning his elbows on the railing. “You’ve been standing here staring at her for ten minutes like she’s the last person on earth.”

“That obvious?” Fuma finally looked at him. Yudai stared at him for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, it’s worse than I thought.”

Across the yard, you had crouched down beside the stroller someone had brought as a decoration display, picking up a tiny stuffed bear and holding it up with a delighted smile. Your friend said something excitedly, and the two of you dissolved into laughter.

Fuma turned his attention back to you without even realizing he had done it. The sight made something warm, like coffee steam, settle in his chest.

“Oh wow,” Yudai said slowly, noticing immediately, “How close is your heart to giving out right now?”

Fuma sighed heavily, “Extremely.” The admission slipped out more easily than he expected. Yudai tilted his head, studying him.

“You know,” He said thoughtfully, “I used to think you were exaggerating when you talked about her.”

“What do you mean?” Fuma frowned, turning his attention to his older friend now.

“I mean,” Yudai gestured toward the yard, “the way you talk about her sometimes? I figured it was just normal relationship stuff.” He paused to adjust his falling crown, “But that look on your face right now?” he added with a grin. “That’s like……the exact same expression every male lead in a romance anime makes.”

Fuma leaned back against the railing, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.” He admitted quietly.

“You’re not even going to deny it?” Yudai blinked, the only time he’d ever seen his friend like this was at an eevee convention.

“What’s the point?” Fuma said, “I didn't marry her for nothing, you know.” His gaze drifted back to you again. You were still laughing with your friend, holding the tiny stuffed bear to your chest, the sunlight catching the soft folds of your dress, making the pastel fabric glow softly.

For a moment you looked angelic.

“I just….love her so much.” Fuma exhaled slowly.

“And?” Yudai’s brow arched.

Fuma watched as you stood up again, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear while listening to someone else talk.

“She’d be such a good mom,” He murmured, almost to himself. Yudai followed his gaze again.

“You’re thinking about that already?” He said, nudging his shoulder.

“It’s been two years already.” Fuma shrugged slightly, “Is that too fast?”

Yudai studied his friend carefully, watching the way his eyes went all droopy and drunk every time his gaze landed on you. 

“You’ve got it down bad, man.” A giggle came from Yudai. 

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Fuma chuckled under his breath.

For a moment they stood there in silence, the sounds of the party drifting through the yard—laughter, soft music playing from a speaker near the patio, the clinking of glasses.

“You should tell her.” Yudai nudged him with his elbow.

“Tell her what?” Fuma blinked at him.

“That.” Yudai said simply.

“What do you mean, ‘that’?” Fuma frowned.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Yudai replied. “If you’re standing here thinking about having kids with her, maybe you should actually say something.”

Fuma hesitated. The idea made his stomach twist slightly. You two hadn't had a proper conversation about kids before getting married—he knew it was an immature thing to do, but love always seemed to make time seem like an ephemeral thing, passing by like the honest wind. And he would rather die than put that burden on you.

“She might think it’s weird.” He said, gaze flickering down to the grass.

“Why?”

“It’s a baby shower.”

“Exactly, you stupid man.”

Fuma blinked at him as Yudai sighed and gestured toward the yard again, clearly done with the lack of romantic tropes in his best friend’s life. 

“You’re literally surrounded by baby decorations, gifts, and people talking about parenting. If there’s ever a moment to say something about wanting a future together, this is probably it.”

Fuma glanced back toward you. You had moved closer to the gift table now, examining the olive green baby shirt you had picked out together. The sight made him smile automatically. You looked so proud of that tiny shirt.

And suddenly, without warning, the thought appeared again. A family with you. You laughing in a backyard like this again someday, except the baby everyone was celebrating would be yours. The idea sent a strange mix of excitement and nervousness rushing through him.

“Oooh you’re thinking about it.” Yudai teased, his voice a pitch higher as he giggled at the expression on Fuma’s face, “Go tell her, already!”

Across the yard, you turned slightly, scanning the guests as if searching for someone. For a brief moment, your eyes met, your face lighting up instantly as you waved to him. Fuma felt his heart stumble in his chest as he raised his hand in return without thinking.

“She’s looking at you like you hung the moon,” Yudai said casually.

“You’re exaggerating.” Fuma laughed softly.

“I’m really not.” He nudged Fuma again. “Seriously. Go.”

Fuma looked at you one more time. You were still smiling at him, waiting for him to come over. And suddenly the world felt like the simplest thing ever—just you two in it, sitting atop clouds and drinking lemonade wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Alright,” He said, “But I’m doing it when we get home.” 

“That’s my guy.” Yudai grinned, triumphantly pushing up his crown.

Fuma pushed himself off the railing, setting his untouched drink down on the deck table. As he stepped onto the grass and began walking toward you, the sounds of the party seemed to fade slightly into the background. The only thing he could really focus on was the way your smile grew wider the closer he got.

Love was a simple thing really, or at least the definition of it was.

Every version of it always started with you.

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You stepped through the front door of your home, the faint scent of baby powder and cake from the baby shower still clinging to your clothes. The afternoon had been sweet—eating cake and getting pumped with lemonade as you cooed over baby clothes with your friends. It was one of those rare moments when the world felt like something more than gray matter.

But now, exhaustion tugged at you, and you kicked off your shoes, heading straight for the bathroom. Fuma had left before you did, tugged away by a work call which he apologised at least fifteen times for before you placed your hand on his and told him gently that it was alright.

He was already home; you'd seen his car in the driveway, but the house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator.

The hot water cascaded over your skin in the shower, washing away the day's stickiness. You lathered up with your favorite lavender soap, letting the steam fill the small space. By the time you stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself, the sun was dipping lower outside the window.

You dried off and slipped into your lace camisole and matching panties—soft, sheer fabric that hugged your curves, the delicate patterns whispering against your skin, perfectly comfortable for a lazy evening, you thought, as you padded into the kitchen to make yourself a snack.

Chopping fruits at the counter, you absentmindedly hummed a tune, unaware of the absolute storm brewing behind you. You were completely absorbed in your task, blissfully unaware of his presence.

Fuma stood in the doorway of the kitchen, admiring you from behind. The soft glow of the setting sun cast a warm light across your silhouette, highlighting the curves of your hips. 

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every detail. The way the soft lace of your camisole clung to your skin, the way the sheer fabric revealed tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath. He felt a surge of desire, a hunger that grew with each passing moment.

It had been like this ever since the afternoon, ever since the moment you leaned into his touch when he wrapped his arm around your waist to tug you closer whilst you both ate cake. The way you had teasingly sucked on his thumb when he reached to wipe cream off of your lips sent blood rushing everywhere in his body.

His footsteps were silent until they weren't. Suddenly, his presence loomed behind you, heat radiating from his body like a furnace. 

“Oh.” You made a soft noise as the smell of soft cotton filled your senses, “Hi baby. Want some strawberries?” You held up a piece to him.

Your husband didn't answer you, his lips finding your neck instead. He began to trail soft kisses along your skin, starting at your collarbone and working his way up. Each kiss sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding to his touch instinctively.

“Alright then, more for me I guess.” You chuckled, used to being bombed with his love randomly at times like this. As he continued to explore your neck with his lips, his hands began to roam, slipping under the hem of your camisole to caress the smooth skin of your stomach. His touch was gentle at first, but as the heat between you grew, his kisses became more urgent, more demanding.

“Fuma, sweetheart, you alright?” You asked, tilting your head back. Before you could turn, his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him. His breath was hot against your neck, ragged and urgent. 

He nipped at your earlobe, sending another wave of pleasure through you. His hands moved higher, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened beneath his touch.

You let out a soft moan, your head falling back against his shoulder, lost in the sensation of his touch. He took advantage of your position, his lips finding the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he began to suck and nibble at the skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

“You’re so beautiful.” Fuma sighed, lips brushing your ear, “Too damn beautiful." Fierce, open-mouthed pressed along the curve of your throat, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing down your spine.

Your body arched against him, your hips pressing back into his own. His hands continued to explore, one moving down to slip beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers brushing against your most intimate area.

You gasped, the knife clattering to the cutting board as your hands braced against the counter. Fuma's worship was consuming; his mouth trailed lower, sucking at the sensitive spot below your jaw.

His arousal pressed hard against your ass through his jeans, unyielding and insistent. He nipped at your shoulder, pushing the strap of your top aside to expose more flesh, his tongue laving over the mark he'd made.

The intensity built like a wildfire, you tried to steady yourself, but Fuma spun you around, backing you against the kitchen wall with a thud that rattled a nearby cabinet. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, as he caged you in—forearms braced on either side of your head. 

“So beautiful, darling.” He repeated, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, devouring you, “Looked so perfect today.” His hands roamed, one sliding up to cup your breast through the lace, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard and aching. He broke the kiss only to drop to his knees, his gaze locked on yours, feral and reverent.

“Fuma…” You sighed as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, glancing up once to make sure you’re alright. When you gave him a small nod, he yanked them down your thighs in one swift motion.

You had no idea just what had gotten into your husband today—he was never one to initiate sex, always waiting for your approval and arousal and following through. A gentleman, in many ways.

There was nothing gentleman-ly in the way Fuma gripped your thighs now, his strength unyielding, and hoisted your legs over his broad shoulders, god his strength turned you on so much. 

The idea that this man could you probably crush you between his arms with one gentle squeeze, and yet here he was, worshiping your pussy like it was his only diety—werent you the luckiest woman on earth? Your back pressed flat against the wall, the rough texture scraping lightly as he buried his face between your legs.

His mouth was ravenous, sweet tongue flat and broad, he licked a long stripe up your slit, savoring your taste with a guttural moan that vibrated through you. “So sweet for me, darling.” Fuma praised, words muffled as he delved deeper. 

He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, relentless in his assault, as you practically rode his face. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as the pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Fuma's grip tightened, holding you open, his nose bumping your mound with each eager thrust of his tongue inside you.

He ate you like a man starved, alternating between broad laps that coated his chin with your arousal and precise circles around your swollen nub. One hand slid up your inner thigh, fingers teasing your entrance before plunging two inside, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. It was his favourite spot, the way it made his pretty wife shake in his grasp always made his dick twitch.

“Fuma!” You cried out, hips bucking involuntarily, “Right there, right—ahh fuckkkk…” Fuma pinned you firmer, devouring every drop as your thighs trembled over his shoulders.

“Relax, baby.” He urged, “Let go for me, that’s a good girl.”

The pressure built until it snapped—your orgasm crashed over you, walls clenching around your husband’s fingers as you flooded his mouth, body arching off the wall. You cried out his name, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. He held you close as you rode out the waves of pleasure, his own breathing ragged as he watched you come undone in his arms.

When it was over, he pulled back slightly, looking up at you with his beautiful eyes. “Are you alright, darling?”

“That was….” You breathed, as he lowered your legs gently and rose, “What horny demon possessed you today, my dearest husband?”

“I’ve been asking the same question.” Fuma chuckled, claiming your mouth in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, “It's just….” 

Fuma stopped in his tracks as he saw the way you looked at him, wide, loving eyes that held nothing but trust in them. God he felt so stupid, he could have just told you what he wanted. But—akin to a spoiled child—he had to go and fulfill his whims, and now he didn't know how to breach the subject.

“What happened baby?” You tilted your head, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. Fuma melted into your palm, closing his eyes for a brief second, letting himself get lost in the cotton of your touch. 

“You know how we were at the baby shower?”

“Uh huh.” You said, suppressing a giggle. 

“And you know how we went to shop for baby clothes the other day?” 

“Baby—”

“I want to do that again.” Fuma pressed a soft kiss to your palm, “I want to do that all over again, but—” His hold on your waist tightened, as if to ground himself, “—I want to do that for our family.”

When you married Fuma, a little voice in your head had told you that this would be the man you’d spent the rest of your life with, and it had asked you, are you sure? And you had answered back, yes. If life was three seconds, three days, three months or thirty years long, this man would be the person you’d spend the rest of it with. To run through dandelion fields, to talk about everything and nothing all at once under a starry sky, to celebrate the poetry of life with. 

“Our family?” You repeated softly. 

Fuma nodded once, though the movement was small. “Yeah.” His heart was beating fast now, faster than he would have liked, suddenly looking far less confident than he had a moment ago. “I mean—not right this second,” He added quickly. “I’m not trying to rush you or anything like that.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face at that. Your husband looked like a child in trouble.

“But…” He continued, searching for the right words. “Standing there today, watching you with your friend, seeing how excited you were about everything…” He glanced down briefly, then back at you again. “You’d be amazing.” He said quietly.

“Amazing?” Your expression softened.

“A mom.” The word seemed to surprise the both of you. Fuma laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“See, this is why I didn’t plan to say this out loud.” He muttered, the tips of his ears turning faintly red.

“You’re doing great so far.” You laughed softly. He looked at you carefully, trying to read your expression.

“I just—” He paused, then tried again. “When I think about the future, you’re always there, every version of it.” You didn’t interrupt him this time. “And today just made it… clearer, I guess,” He finished.

Fuma reached up to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ears, another shuddering breath from him as he saw how damn beautiful you were. Two years of marriage and he still couldn't help but feel like a stupid 20 year old boy everytime he looked at you.

“You really thought about this a lot, didn’t you?” You asked

“A little.”

“Fuma.” You raised a brow.

“Okay.” He admitted. “A lot.”

That made you laugh again. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly when he heard it. Then you reached up again, your hand returning to his cheek.

“And what if I said—” You smiled sheepishly, “—I thought about it too?”

Fuma didn't know if it was relief or something else that washed over him at your words.

“Say sike right now.”

“Oh god Fuma.” You laughed, slapping his chest, “What has Maki been teaching you?” You laughed with him for a second before sighing and smiling softly, “If I’m being a hundred percent honest…the thought has come into my mind a few times, especially whenever you held a baby.” You ran a tongue over your lips, “You look exceptionally dashing when you do that.”

“Dashing?”  Fuma cocked a brow, eyes flickering to your lips, “Go on.” 

“Well,” You continued, “It’s been two years already.” Your hand reached down slowly, “And we’re both logical adults.” You palmed his cock, “And we’re both very horny right now.” He was already so hard beneath your touch, “And I don’t think I can sleep without another orgasm tonight." 

Whatever Fuma did in his past life to get you in this one, he was thankful he did it. He let out a soft groan as you palmed his cock straining through his pants. God you were such a perfect fucking wife.

“You’re sure darling?” Fuma asked, “It’s a really big decision you know.” 

“Good that I make really nice decisions then hm?” You squeezed his hard length through his pants, a playful smile on your lips, “Need you so bad Fuma.” You rocked your hips against his, fluttering your lashes. 

Fuma groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily into your touch. "You're going to be the death of me."

With that, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you off to the bedroom with a determined stride. The mattress dipped under his weight as he laid you down, the lace camisole still clinging to your sweat-damp skin, his eyes roaming over your body with a hungry gaze. Two years of marriage and he was still putty beneath the power of your gorgeous face.

Fuma crawled onto the bed, covering your body with his own. He kissed you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you—though you were already his. His hands roamed over your body, caressing every inch of your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Your husband took a moment to admire your chest, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. You gasped at the contact, arching your back to press yourself further into his touch.

Fuma stripped quickly—shirt tossed aside, sweats kicked off—revealing his toned body, cock thick and straining, tip red hot and angry. He slowly (very very agonizingly slowly) settled between your thighs, propping himself on one elbow while his free hand traced lazy patterns over your hip. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling." He breathed, repeating the same praise for the fifteenth time that evening, eyes tracing every inch with worshipful intensity. His fingers dipped lower, gathering your lingering wetness before circling your entrance teasingly.

Slowly, so slowly, he pushed one thick finger inside you, watching your face as your pussy stretched around the intrusion. 

“So damn tight….gonna have to work her open first, yeah?” Fuma pumped it in and out, deliberate strokes that had you mewling, the earlier orgasm leaving you hypersensitive. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently, stretching your walls with patient precision. 

Fuma leaned down, kissing your collarbone, then your breasts, sucking a nipple through the lace until it was soaked and translucent. “I love you, my darling.” he murmured against your skin, his voice a mix of ferocity and adoration, “My everything, sweetheart.” 

“Fuma—feel so good…..fuck!” His fingers curled inside you, stroking that inner ridge over and over, building the heat anew.

You writhed beneath him, hands clutching the sheets, as he worked you open—three fingers now, thrusting deep, preparing you for what was to come. The room filled with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking you, your moans echoing off the walls.

He kept the pace languid, draaawing out every sensation, his free hand pinning your wrist above your head in a gentle hold. 

“Taking me so good, my darling.” Fuma’s eyes never left yours, passionate and intense, as another climax built, slower this time, like the coming of a spring, “Let go for me, go on.”

When it hit, it washed through you in waves, your pussy fluttering around his fingers, pulling him deeper. Your husband groaned, withdrawing at last, his cock twitching against your thigh. 

“Alright, baby?” Fuma asked, gentle faze tracing over your twitching body. Cute, he thought, she’s shaking from just my fingers.

“Fumaaa…” You whined, bringing your hand up to stroke his jaw, looking at him though half lidded eyes, “Want your cock, please?” 

Your husband was a….large man. Compared to others atleast, fucking hell was he built like a truck—one of the many reasons you married him. He was big in every aspect, broad shoulders and chest, thick fucking fingers (the fluid dripping down your thighs was proof it only took one deep plunge to make you cum), and perhaps the fattest cock you had ever seen in your life. 

And by god did it fill his ego to the brim to see you struggle to take him. 

His pretty little wife.

“Ready darling?” Your husband asked, all formal, as if anything was formal about that dick, positioning himself. 

“Just put it in already.” You huffed, wrapping your legs round his waist to bring him closer. You needed him right now. 

“So impatient baby.” He chuckled, tilting his head, “And if it doesn't fit? You know it never fits in the first try.” 

Technically speaking, your husband was correct. Two damn years and you could never take him all in the first go. He had to make you cum at least three times to get you wet enough. But speaking from your horny brain, you did not give a fuck.

“I’ll make it fit.” You said, voice breathy, “Please, Fuma? I’ll be your good girl, I swear.” He groaned at your words, his hips twitching forward slightly as if seeking more of your touch. 

“Well, who am I to deny such a pretty girl?” He purred, hovering above you, his cock heavy and throbbing against your slick folds, the broad head nudging your entrance.  You moaned at the contact, your hips bucking up as if it were a conditioned reflex. 

You could feel the stretch already, just from that initial press, your pussy still fluttering from the slow fingering that had left you open and aching for more. Fuma gripped the base of his cock, guiding it with deliberate slowness, but as he pushed forward, only the tip breached you before resistance met him—your walls clenching tight around the intrusion, too snug even after all his preparation.

Fuma let out a cocky laugh as he took his time, savoring the feeling of your right heat as he slooowly pushed inside. He groaned, low and frustrated, his hips twitching as he tried to sink deeper.

“So fucking small.” Fuma rasped, eyes locking onto yours with a mix of lust and amusement, “Pussy’s so damn small—pretty thing can’t even take half of me, yeah?” 

“F-Fuma slow down!” You gasped, your hands reaching for him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you held on for dear life, “Fuck—hah oh god Fuma too much!” 

“Tch tch.” Your husband clicked his tongue, “I don’t think I’m the problem here darling.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, “You’re just—” thrust, “too” thrust, “small.” Your body shook like a dandelion in the wind as he forced his fat fucking cock into you, “Fuck she’s gripping me—ahh—like she wants to keep me out.” He rocked forward again, forcing another inch inside, but your body rebelled, muscles fluttering and squeezing in protest, “Does she want me out, my darling?”

You whimpered, hands fisting the sheets, the burn of the stretch mingling with sharp pleasure. Fuma chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to let you breathe before thrusting shallowly, teasing your entrance with the thick ridge of his cockhead.

“Look at you, all worked up and still too tight for your husband.” His free hand trailed up your thigh, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as he watched your face contort—lips parted, brows furrowed in that exquisite mix of pain and need. “What am I supposed to do with a wife who milks me like this? Can't even fit all the way in without—fuck—a fight.” Fuma loved this part, the way your body yielded inch by inch, proving how perfectly you were made for him, even if it took effort.

You arched your back, trying to ease him in, but he held your hips steady, controlling the pace. “Calm down sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly, “You said you’ll make it fit, so we’re going to make it fit.”

He pumped in and out of that shallow depth, the wet slide of your arousal coating him, but he couldn't bury himself fully—not yet. Frustration edged his teasing, his breaths coming harsher as he ground against you, clit catching the friction of his pubic bone on each nudge.

Finally, the playfulness snapped. With a feral growl, Fuma's hands clamped onto your thighs, fingers digging into the meat of them hard enough to bruise.

He pulled your legs up roughly, folding them back against your chest in one swift motion—the mating press that pinned you open and vulnerable beneath him. Your knees nearly touched your shoulders, pussy splayed wide and exposed, the angle forcing your walls to part just enough. 

“Theeere we go.” Fuma grunted, satisfaction lacing his tone as he aligned himself again. “Now you'll take it all, like the good girl you are.”

Surging forward, his cock speared into you in a single, brutal thrust, bottoming out with a slap of skin on skin. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming—his girth splitting you wide, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in a deep, unyielding press. 

It burned, god did it fucking burn, the stretch bordering on too much, but the pleasure crashed in right after, your pussy clenching greedily around his length. Fuma didn't give you time to adjust; he pulled back almost to the tip and slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked your body against the mattress.

“Fuck, yes—feel that? How deep I am now?” He panted, hips snapping forward relentlessly, each thrust driving him balls deep into your core. 

The position kept you locked in place, unable to escape the onslaught, your thighs quivering from the strain as he folded you tighter. His weight bore down, chest pressing your legs further, turning you into a pliant vessel for his cock. He fucked you hard, the bed creaking under the force, your pussy squelching around him with every plunge—wet, obscene sounds filling the room alongside your moans and his grunts.

Sweat slicked his skin, dripping onto your chest as he rutted into you like an animal, chasing that primal need that had been resting in his chest ever since he saw you with a baby in your arms.

“Gonna fill you up.” He mumbled into your ear, lips brushing the shell as he nipped at your lobe, “Pump you so full—hah you’re so tight baby. You want that sweetheart? Wanna have our kids?”

“Fuma!” His words sent heat flooding your veins, your walls fluttering around his pistoning cock, pulling him deeper as if your body agreed, “Fuma fuck! Yes yes yes!” All your senses were gone at this point. 

He shifted his angle slightly, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you with each thrust, the friction on your clit from his body adding layers of sensation. You were lost in it, head thrown back, nails raking down his back as pleasure built relentlessly. Fuma's pace never faltered—rough, demanding, fucking you into oblivion as promised. 

“Take it darling.” His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, pushing you toward the edge, “Take every fucking drop—ahhh god you’re squeezing me so tight.” 

The first orgasm hit you like a freight train, ripping through your core as your pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him in tight pulses. You screamed his name, vision blurring, body convulsing in the tight fold of the mating press. 

Fuma groaned, feeling you clamp down, but he didn't stop—thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until you were sobbing from the intensity. “One more, darling, just one more, I promise.” 

He kept pounding, the overstimulation making every slide of his cock electric, your sensitivity heightening the drag of his veins against your walls. His free hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he chased his own release, but he focused on you—thumb pressing harder on your clit, hips rolling to hit that spot over and over.

“Fuck baby, go on—milk me dry. Show me how much you want our kids.” The words, combined with the relentless fucking, coiled the tension anew, faster this time, your body already primed.

You shattered a second time, orgasm crashing harder, your pussy gushing around him, soaking his balls as you clenched and released in rhythmic waves. Fuma cursed, the vice of your walls tipping him over. 

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he came—hot spurts of cum flooding your depths, painting your womb white. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed inside, his growl vibrating through your joined bodies. 

“Full…….so fucking full for me.”  Fuma had no idea what he was saying, dick and mind already milked to the brim, collapsing forward slightly, still folded over you as aftershocks rippled through both of you.

He stayed like that for long minutes, cock softening inside your bred pussy, plugging his cum deep. Only when your breaths evened did he ease your legs down, kissing your forehead softly as he pulled out.

“Shit.” You sighed as you felt him ease out, leaving you empty. Fuma cupped your cheek in his palm, tilting your face to look at you properly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Emotionally or physically?” You chuckled, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then, “Because emotionally, I won’t accept anything else other than all that for sex after this.”

“All that?” Fuma chuckled, sliding down next to you, warmth radiating off his body, “You sure we’ll even be able to have sex after all that?” 

“Oh shut up.” You laughed, tossing one leg over his to tangle yourself in his grasp, “It takes people at least three attempts to get pregnant.”

“We can be an exception darling.” Fuma laughed, melting into your touch as the lady of the night pulled you both into her arms. 

The two faint lines two weeks later proved you to be the exception, indeed. 

fin. 

nonchalant!jo that has no idea just how good he is at taking care of you. but that’s because he doesn’t do it for validation, he’s just good at knowing what you need—sometimes before you need it.

nonchalant!jo will never truly understand that you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you, but since being with him makes you the happiest girl in the world he wouldn’t dare do anything to interfere.

early in your relationship he has to grow accustomed to what it means to be “needed” by someone that he would consider so "out of his league". but once he gets it he realizes there truly is no match better for him than you.

nonchalant!jo finds no satisfaction greater than making it happen. whatever “it” is and by any means. 

at the drop of a hat he’s carrying your things without even asking if you’d be fine doing it on your own. propping your legs up after a long day and asking you if you want to talk about it, ready to change the subject or be all ears depending on your response. greeting you at the most spontaneous times with tokens of apprecitation. not only because he knows you will give him the same look you always do before you're wrapping your arms around his neck in a tender embrace, but because he feels like it.

nonchalant!jo wants nothing more than to make you feel good, even if in the beginning of your relationship he has no real experience.

he spent hours recalling everything he'd been told by his friends who had been sexually active for years ahead of him, even attempting to watch porn he'd been unfamililar with. all of this to ensure that he'd be prepared to show you another way he was more than capable of taking care of you.

nonchalant!jo admits that he doesn’t know the first thing about foreplay when you finally begin to explore intimacy together. 

but despite his lack of experience he handles the situation with an abundance of poise. he apologizes more than you know humanly possible, offering you a firm kiss on the lips before he’s already taking your advice and trying again, easing his warm slender fingers back inside—slowly this time. his eyes, like magnets, are watching your every move. committing the visual of you contorting in pleasure to memory. 

jo doesn’t stop until he truly feels like he’s got you figured out. 

the tips of his fingers prune between your trembling thighs before he finally pulls away, cooing at your limp figure and offering you praise. your chest swells as he mutters a hushed “thank you” into the damp skin of your neck, retreating to the foot of the bed. he glides a warm cloth against your puffy cunt, careful to be gentle. then he grabs you anything he thinks you may need: water, a clean pair panties, and your shorts from their abandoned place on the floor. 

he lays behind you, aware that you can feel his brick-like intrusion nestled between your thighs. he knows you wouldn’t have minded going further, but it’s not important.

as long as you’re taken care of.

once nonchalant jo! knows the literal ins and outs of your body, he becomes a big problem. 

you’re sat atop his lap, your hands clasped behind his head as you shamelessly squirm.

“jo, please—d-don’t tease.” you whine, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he shivers at the contact, hissing and tilting his head without breaking eye contact with you. your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, you’re fighting the smirk off your lips as you watch goosebumps decorate his skin’s surface.

“i’m not teasing you…well not intentionally.” jo whispers, his hand at your hip delivering a firm squeeze before it falls, dragging down the side of your thigh until it rests lazily. 

“just tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“you know exactly what i want.” you mumble, taking jo’s hand in your own and placing it on the front of your pants instead. 

without another word his fingers dip into your waistband, as if to silently reply.

the first press of jo’s thumb against your swollen clit has your back arched, forcing your chest towards his face. he wastes no time planting numerous open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin at the neckline of your top. his own flesh runs hot at the combined thud of your heartbeat beneath his lips and the throbbing of your clit against the pad of his thumb. this is all extremely addictive.

“fuck!” you pant, holding jo impossibily closer with your hand at the back of his head.

your heat is more than welcoming to the first two fingers jo thrusts inside. it only takes a few flicks of his wrist for your arousal to quickly pool in the palm of his hand. 

“you take my fingers so well baby, love seeing you like this.” jo mewls, pulling his head away to watch you fall apart.

when you notice the way he refuses to pull his eyes away from your body you whimper, ironically growing shy as a deep huff leaves your lips, your cunt brutality clenching around his fingers.

you're well aware that he's just as affected as you are, but he barely shows it and you're salvating at the fact.

with his free hand jo alternates between toying at your nipples until they grow hard and palming your tits. 

you pull the front of your tank top down messily until your top half is practically bare, hungry to be fondled properly. 

jo's pupils dilate, he's focused. his gaze follows your ministrations until you're exposed then he's leaning towards you again without breaking eye contact. his lips enclose around one of your nipples and the pit of your stomach is molten.

“nng! jo—baby i’m so close,” you whine, gasping as he repeatedly punches that familiar gummy spot inside. your eyes flutter, head lulling, suddenly too heavy to be held upright. you can’t help but dig your nails into jo’s shoulder for leverage. he hisses beneath you at the bite but you both know he all but minds.

“what are you waiting for?” jo quips, none of his motions between your legs falter.

“don’t wanna finish like this—shit!” you choke on your words when his teeth graze your nipple. your core begins to burn as you fight off your orgasm. 

“please—w-want you inside. need you inside.”

in a blink jo’s pulling his fingers out of you. his hand are already on his belt buckle so he ignores the way you whimper at the loss. freeing himself he messily pumps his cock, hissing at the lack of care that he’s handling his leaking flesh with. but that’s immediately of little importance as he watches you position yourself over him with no hesitation. 

he knows what you need.

his grip on your hip is firm as he forces his cock between your folds. you roll your hips until his blunt tip nudges your clit, shoulders shuddering and lips parting in a gasp.

jo stills your hips before pulling you down until your pelvis is flush against his. the sound that escapes your throat is pornographic and you undoubtedly start to tremble. 

“shit! ‘s such a tight squeeze.” jo pants, to himself rather than to you, although he doesn’t adjust the volume of his voice much. 

call it placebo, or maybe just the jo effect, but you think you can feel the tip of his dick in your chest. 

without too much time to adjust you feel jo’s hips thrusting upwards and you have to force yourself to let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. he alternates between languid strokes and grinding into you when he’s buried the deepest. 

your eyes are glossed over as you can barely hold your weight above your boyfriend each time his cock is completely sheathed inside. 

it annoyingly seemed effortless—the way jo repeatedly delivered you satisfaction beyond anything you could’ve managed on your own. 

he couldn’t give less of a fuck about his own pleasure, enthralled by the sight of you writhing around in his lap. proof that you're being taken care of the way he knows you desire. the way he knows you deserve. 

once your eyebrows furrow—the way he knows they do before you start babbling and creaming his cock—his hand that was just inside of you a short moment ago is on the familiar path between your thighs, determined to send you over the edge.

in minutes you’re an incoherent mess at the mouth.

“that's it baby, give it to me.” jo insists, never stilling his movements.

suddenly the calculated torque of his hips forces your body rigid. a singular high pitched moan leaves your lips and once you start cum you don’t know if you’ll stop.

your cunt absurdly strangles jo’s cock at the base, his grunts fall music to your ears as they ring—and he’s never met a better feeling. 

being so deep inside of you was heavenly, but he could’ve cum from just the visual of you so fucked out that your body could barely withstand the stimulation.

as your breathing returns to normal and you can bear the weight of your own limbs with some assistance, jo is quick to find your lips with his own, whispering a plethora of praise in between the two of you when you finally pull away.

the smirk on his face is sinful, and your chest immediately grows hot.

because he’s not laughing at you, or even teasing.

he’s genuinely pleased, but not because he’s still buried deep inside of your cunt, victim to the way your walls spasm as your orgasm culminates. he’s pleased because your cum is leaking out of you and into his lap. 

you’re content, so he is too. that’s why he’s smiling. 

the thought has you nauseatingly smitten. enough to make your head spin more than it already is. 

because this is the jo you know, the jo he’s always been. 

after all…to take care of you was to take care of himself.

yomi note: yay ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ you made it to the end! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed.

also i miss writing for all of you so much :( UGH i have lots of unfinished fics and also finished drafts that just need to be edited. i've been having such a hard time getting thoughts out of my head and into coherant sentences that can be published lmao. but just know i'm not abonding this account, it's harder to get rid of me than you think...

"for someone who doesn't eat actual food, you really know how to cook." 

you look up from your food when you heard harua snort. normally the two of you meet at your place for your weekly hang outs. but for some reason, he wanted you to come over to his place. you weren't opposed to it. you just weren't used to being in this side of town. 

the area that harua lived in was nice. like something you would see in a movie. all of the houses looked like small mansions. the people were always put together. but then again, you expected nothing less from vampires. because of course you had to find a best friend who was immortal. 

the two of you met when you were in college. the two of you were in the same class when the professor partnered you two up for an assignment. the two of you hit it off right away and have been friends ever since. even if he was 100 years older than you. 

"i'm glad you like it." he smiled at you, fangs peaking out at you. "you never come over to mine, so i wanted to spoil you." 

"and who's fault is that?" you question. 

he was always the one insisting of him coming over to yours. he was too afraid of the other vampires who live by him. you didn't see much of an issue. the area that harua lived in were nice, as were some of the vampires you had met while coming here. you never felt unsafe in the area. 

"you know why." he told you, pouting when you ruffled his hair. he smacked your hand away before going to fix it. 

"i know rua. i just like messing with you." 

"don't i know it." 

you finish your food, arguing with harua about who would clean up. in the end, harua cleaned everything up while you watched with a pout. he walked over, booping your nose as he tidied up the kitchen. 

"this isn't fair." you complained. "you always clean when you come to mine." 

"well it's my place, so it wouldn't be fair of me to make you clean." 

"it's not making if i'm offering." you watch as he turns to you with another one of his smiles. you smile at him before realizing something. "that's it. what do you want?" 

if there was one thing you knew about harua, he was a horrible liar. his back stiffened before looking away from you. "nothing." 

"do you smell that?" you ask, sniffing the air around you. harua turned, confused as he smelled around. "i smell a liar." 

you yelped as he smacked you with a damp towel. "you're so funny." 

"i know." you smile at him as he walks up to you. "seriously though. what's wrong?" 

"nothing's wrong." he answers, and this time you could tell he was being honest. "i just have a question for you." 

you follow after harua as he walks back into the living room. "so that's why i'm here. you're buttering me up for something." 

"well..." he trailed off as he sat on the couch. "you're free to say no. but just hear me out first." 

you sit next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest as you watch him. "i'm all ears." 

"do you remember my friend group?" 

"the one's i've been dying to meet, but you won't let me?" 

you've heard about his friends multiple times, though you've never head him refer to them as 'friends.' normally he calls them his clan. you've seen some pictures of them, and you know they're all like him. but you've never met them despite you and harua being friends for the past 3 years. harua tells you it's because you're too good to meet them, or that he doesn't want them to take you away from him because you were his friend first. 

"well, we're having this sort of get together. it's where a bunch of the clans around the area get together and talk stupid business that none of us really care about." harua explains. you remember him vaguely talking about this in the past. mostly because after them, he comes over to your, complaining to you while you drink wine. 

"it happens once a year right?" 

"yes." he answers. "the reason i'm telling you this is because of k. you remember him?" 

"he's the leader of your clan, right?" he nodded his head at your response. 

"the past few times we've went, the clans have started talking about k's lack of partner. i still think he's young, but the others think that he needs to settle down and find his partner." you listened intently as harua explained the situation. 

"how old is he?" 

"your terms or ours?" harua answers making you sigh out. you hear him laugh before he answers. "human age is about 27. our age he is roughly 150." 

"so why are you telling me all of this?" 

harua sighs before looking over at you. "k is trying to get them off of his back. we came up with the idea for him to bring a "girlfriend" if you will, so they'll leave him alone." 

"you want me to be the fake girlfriend?" you ask unsure. 

"i know it's a huge thing to ask of you, but i wouldn't be asking if it i didn't have to." harua told you. "if he goes this time without someone, they may try to over rule him." 

"what does that mean?" you ask. 

"they'll try and fight him for his position. more than likely killing him in the process." 

your eyes widened at the answer. "you guys are fucking barbarians!" 

"tell me something i don't know." harua leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. "i can't lose him. none of us can. it's like taking a child away from their parents." 

"when is this thing?" you ask him. 

"next friday." 

you thought about it for a moment. you've read stories of vampires who has lost their clan leader. even if someone tries to replace them, most of them go insane. you know harua's told you that one clan who lost their leader destroyed an entire town, full of innocent humans. you didn't want to see that happen to your best friend, or any of the people he cared about. 

"i'll do it." 

haura jumps up at your answer. "you will?" 

"of course. you're my best friend. i'd do anything for you." harua pulls you into a hug that involved a little to much of his vampire strength, but you didn't mind. 

"i don't know how i'll ever repay you." 

"you can start by making me that pasta for the rest of my life." 

"deal." 

"why do i need a new dress?" you complain as you follow after harua. "i have so many at home that i've never even worn." 

the get together you'll be attending as k's girlfriend was in a few days. you had already planned out what you were going to where. apparently though, it wasn't good enough for harua because he was taking you shopping for a new one. 

"bubs, i've been through your closet. you don't have anything that fits the theme." 

you look over at him with raised eyebrows. "theme? what the hell is this? prom?" 

"wrong choice of words." you turn around when you hear someone talk behind you. you come face to face with who you're sure is one of harua's friends. he wasn't much taller than you with dark hair and sharp, cat like eyes. "what he mean to say was dress code. everyone dresses way too fancy for these stupid things." 

"yn. this is nicholas." harua introduced the two of you. "he's going to help us pick out a dress. he has the best eye when it comes to stuff like this." 

you nod your head, becoming quiet as the two vampires converse. you have been wanting to meet harua's friends for years, and he's always brushed you off. it isn't until you're going to this dinner with them that you finally get to meet everyone. once their conversation is over, harua grabs your hand as you three walk into the mall. 

"how fancy is this thing?" you ask harua as the two of you follow after nicholas. your question was answered when he walked into the store with the most extravagant dresses you've ever seen. you turn to glare at your best friend- him knowing of your hatred for things like this. he avoided your eyes as he looked to the ground. 

"i love you?" 

"i take back everything i said about doing anything for you. you owe me big time." you mumble as you walk into the store, knowing he could hear you. you look at a price tag, gasping at the price before looking back at harua. "i can't afford something like this!" 

he scoffed before bumping your shoulder. "i know you can't. that's why i'm buying." 

"harua-" 

but before you could scold him, nicholas called out your guys name from deeper in the store. you glare at harua one last time before walking away to find nicholas. you found him near the dressing rooms with a handful of red dresses. 

"i'm guessing the theme is red?" you assume. you look up when you hear nicholas laugh. 

"it's our clan color." he answers you. "plus, it goes good with your complexion." 

you follow after him as he walks into the dressing rooms. he hangs up the dresses before leaving, but before he shuts the door, harua slips in. if it was anyone else, you would probably yell at them to get out so you could get changed. it's also not like you could get into these dresses by yourself anyway. 

he helped you into the first dress, but you didn't even let him tie it up before you took it off, hating how it looked on you. you did that to two more dresses until you found one you would let him tie it. just for nicholas to veto that one because he didn't like it. 

you tried on the last dress, letting harua fix it before turning around. it was a off shoulder deep satin dress with pearls on the torso. it flared out at your hips. 

"i like this one." harua says fixing the dress. "you look beautiful." 

"am i going to be the only human there?" you look up at him. it was a question that had been bothering you since you said yes to him. 

"no." you let out a sigh of relief at his answer. "fuma, who is similar in age to k, has a girlfriend who is a human. she's coming with us. some of the other vampires from other clans have human significant others as well." 

you nod your head at his words, smiling with he pulls you into him and kisses your forehead. "even if you were, we wouldn't let anything happen to you. especially me." 

"i know, rua." 

the two of you walked out to show nicholas, who immediately approved of the dress. you changed into your normal clothes while harua, much to your dismay, pays for that dress. now the only thing left was to attend the dinner. should be easy right? 

you fiddle with your dress as you sit in the passenger's seat of harua's car. to say you were nervous was an understatement. he has reassured you multiple times that everything would be okay. that they would love you, but you were still nervous. especially when harua told you that the two of you would be riding separate to and from the dinner. 

you were supposed to ride with k, which made you nervous because you haven't even met the guy and you were riding alone with him for 30 minutes. you know harua would be in the car behind you but still. you tended to be quiet around people you didn't know, and you didn't want to be awkward around anyone. 

once you two arrive at k's place, which was somehow even more stunning that harua's, you were stopped before you could get out of the car. "before we go in there, i need to do something for me." 

"your list of owing me is getting longer by the day rua." you joke, but nodded your head for him to continue regardless. 

"when we get to the dinner, you need to listen to anything k tells you to do without question. it needs to look like you trust him as much as we do." 

"trust one of the most powerful vampires alive because you tell me to. got it." harua snorts at your attempt to make light of the situation, but he could still tell you were nervous, even with you hiding it. 

you follow behind harua as you enter k's house. you take a moment to admire the simplistic decor before someone gains your attention. a girl in a red dress similar to yours, except her top was corset style, was walking over to the two of you. once she reached you, she immediately pulled you into a hug, shocking you. 

"you must be yn. it's so nice to finally meet you." she smiled as she pulled away. "i'm mijung, but everyone calls me mj." 

"you're fuma's girlfriend, right?" you recall one of your many interrogations with harua about his friends. 

"i am." she answers. "almost everyone is here waiting in the den. we're just waiting on ej and nicholas." 

"late as always." harua laughs, grabbing your hand before leading you to where everyone was. he squeezed your hand when he noticed how tight you were holding his. a grip that got tighter when you two stepped into the den. 

to say you were overwhelmed was an understatement. not when 6 very attractive vampires all turned towards your direction. before you could too nervous though, one of them sped over with a large smile. 

"you're even prettier than the photos." 

"taki!" harua yells, stepping in front of you some. you, along with everyone, laugh at the interaction. the laid back vibes helping you calm down. 

"it's true!" he exclaimed before holding out his hand. "i'm taki." 

you move from behind harua before shaking his hand. "i'm yn." 

everyone went around the room introducing themselves. you tried your best to remember everyone. once just about everyone was introduced, the leader of them turned towards you. of course the one who you were supposed to 'fake date' is the most attractive man you've ever seen. he looked like he had just walked out of a tv screen. he was wearing a black suit with a red tie that matched your dress. his hair was also slicked back, revealing his forehead. 

"i'm k." he smiled at you, causing your knees to shake for a moment. what the hell was wrong with you? "thank you for doing this for us. it means a lot." 

you nod your head, quickly breaking eye contact with him and looking a haura. you shake off the feeling of his eyes staring at you as you nudged harua. "of course. it's hard to say no to him anyway." 

"typical harua effect." mj joked. "i think its the baby face." 

"oh definitely the baby face." you agreed, reaching up and pinching haura's cheeks. the guys laughed when he blushed before pushing your hand away. 

"now that everyone's here, are we ready?" mj asked. it was then that harua turned towards you. 

"one more thing before we go." 

"hit me." 

the two of you turn with you heard the youngest vampire, maki, laugh. he was laughing at k who was looking between the two of you with wide eyes. you shuffle under his gaze. did you already say something wrong? 

"relax, k. it's just a saying." maki told him before turning to you. "you'll have to forgive the old man. knows nothing of todays terms." 

you chuckle at the glare k gave maki before turning your attention back to harua. "you need to stay with one of us at all times. preferably k since you're supposed to be his girl." 

you nod your head, trying not to let the words 'his girl' get to you. you didn't have a chance to freak out over it due to someone walking up beside you. you look up to see k standing next to you- his strong cologne invading your senses. even with heels on, you barely reach his shoulders. 

"relax, harua." k reassured him. "i'm not going to let her out of my sight." 

"good. because if something happens to her, i'm going to kill everyone." 

after harua's threat, everyone got loaded in their respected vehicles. the car ride wasn't too awkward thankfully, just quiet. once you were almost there, k turned his attention towards you. 

"i'm hoping harua explained to you about how the night would go, right?" 

"yeah." you answered. "we go in there, have dinner, and impressive some vampires." 

you didn't know what you were expecting as a response, but you didn't think it would be a laugh. you turned in time to see his smile before he looked at you. "you're cute." 

your eyes widened at the compliment from him as he turned his attention back to the road. that was the end of your conversation thankfully as you didn't think you could properly respond to him without sounding like a complete idiot. 

once you two arrived, k helped you out of the car, keeping a hand on the small of your back 

"who's ready to smooze some vampires?" 

"really taki?" 

you felt like a fish out of water the longer the night went on. k did as he said, not letting you out his sight which you were thankful for. you didn't think that included his hand resting on your waist the whole night- not that you were complaining or anything. 

you could tell, however, how much he dislike certain people due to his grip on you. if someone said something that offended him, his hand would tighten on your waist. you even noticed he got upset when one of the other clan leaders look at you for too long. 

after what felt like an eternity of meeting everyone and listening to things that you had no clue about, the dinner had started. you did question harua why dinner since vampires didn't normally eat. you knew they could if they wanted to. it just wasn't necessary. he then proceeded to go on some tangent that they did it to seem more 'human.' 

you sat in between k and mj at your table. you wanted to sit next to harua, but he didn't think that would be a good idea since you were comfortable around him. you reluctantly agreed, not wanting to raise any questions. there was also apparently a rule that the humans sit in between the two more vampires, which would be k and fuma. 

you did meet mj's gaze during the dinner. she motioned to her lips before mouthing to you. "you hate this as much as i do?" 

"i don't think i've ever been more bored. or uncomfortable." you mouth back. 

her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raise. "you don't seem to uncomfortable in k's embrace." your jaw drops at her words. she laughs at your expression before nudging your shoulder. "don't worry. your secret's safe with me." 

the rest of your dinner went off without a hitch. all of you being thoroughly entertained by the two youngest member, taki and maki, as they argue back and forth over something. 

you almost startle when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. you look over to see k smiling at you before leaning in close to you. it took everything in you to not shy away from him as his lips graze your ear. 

"i want to thank you again for doing this." his warm breath hits you, almost making you shiver. 

"don't mention it." 

"you know, when harua suggest that you would do it, i almost didn't believe him." 

you met his gaze when he pulled back. "why is that?" 

"what human agrees to be a date for a vampire she's never met?" he asked. 

"the type who cares about her friend." you answer before shrugging. "and besides, you weren't a total stranger. haura's talked about you multiple times. he thinks very highly of you." 

he leans in closer to you once again. "what amazing things has he said about me?" 

"the term arrogant may have popped up a couple of times." you find yourself smiling when k threw his head back with laughter. that moment of happiness that you allowed yourself as you watched him was short lived.  

a vampire you met earlier burst through the doors, covered in blood. you froze, jaw dropping as you looked at him as he stumbled into the room. k's arm tightened around you as two other vampires rush to catch him. 

"the wolves." he spoke. "the wolves are here." 

as if on que, a loud howl came from the direction the vampire came from. other's howled in response, and your eyes widened when you realized they were completely surrounding you. everyone, including you, looked towards k for directions. you watched him whole demeanor change as he thinks of a plan. 

"harua. jo. get yn and mj out of here. the rest of you with me." he demands, shocking you when he presses a kiss to your forehead before getting up. 

everyone except the four of you follow after k. you watch him for a moment before turning to harua. he gives you a calming smile as he helps you get up while jo goes to scout a path for you guys. he wraps his arm around your waist when he feels your legs start to shake. 

"are you okay to walk?" he asked you. "if not i can carry you." 

you shake your head. "i'll be okay." 

"i won't let anything happen to you." he promised as jo walked back over to the three of you. 

"this way is clear." 

harua gripped your hand tightly in his as you follow after jo and mj. as soon as you stepped outside, you could hear the fighting on the other side of the building. you flinched when you heard one of the wolves yelp before harua stops in front of you, nearly making you run into him. 

you grip onto the back of his jacket with your free hand as you peak around him to see two wolves that haven't shifted yet staring at the four of you. the one on the right had a sinister smile as he eyed the two vampires blocking you and mj. that was until one of them looked at you. you pushed down nausea as he nodded his head towards you. 

"this is the one that was with that bastard, wasn't it?" he questioned his friend. harua tightened his grip on you, blocking you even more. 

"it is." his friend responded. "i can smell him on her from here. boss will want her." 

"we'll let your other little human go if you give us her. we may even let you two live as well." the first one spoke again. haura let out a sound that you had never heard from him before. it almost sounded like a growl. 

"i'll be dead before i ever let you touch her." 

"that can be arranged." 

but before the wolves could do anything, harua sped away from you. you couldn't see much, but your jaw dropped when the two wolves dropped dead in front of you. harua sped back to you wiping his now bloody hand on his suit. you had never seen this side of harua, and apparently neither have jo and mj from the looks on their faces. 

"jesus, rua." mj mumbled. "remind me not to get on your bad side. or yn's." 

you stare at the bodies, having never seen someone dead before. let alone killed right in front of you. and the fact that your sweet best friend who nearly jumped in your arms last week because of a bug was the one who killed them. you felt bile rise up your throat as everything you thought you knew shift. 

"bubs, you okay?" you finally look away from the two dead men, meeting harua's eyes. he was now almost trembling as much as you were. 

"i will be once we get out of here." 

"you heard the woman. let's go." mj commented as she motioned for the two vampires to lead the way. you hold back a gag as you step around the bodies. you felt like you were going to need a therapist after tonight. 

you and mj continued to follow after harua and jo as they let you to what you recognize as the parking lot. that was when the four of you went separate ways. mj hugged you goodbye before getting into jo's car. you get into harua's car before the two of you speed off. 

"they're going to be okay, right?" you ask, referencing the rest of his friends who were fighting. you may have just met them, but you didn't want anything to happen to them. although if they were anything like harua, they would be fine. 

"yes." he answered without hesitation. "it's not our first times fighting wolves." 

you scoff, picking at your dress as you try to calm yourself. "clearly." 

"look, yn." haura sighs. "i didn't mean for you to see that-" 

"i'm going to stop you right there, rua." you interrupt him. "nothing that happened tonight is going to change anything between us." 

"it's not?" he asked. you looked over to see him gripping the steering wheel in fear of you leaving before you met his gaze. you could see the relief in his eyes when you shook your head. 

"no." you answer. "nothing you could do could ever stop us from being friends." 

"i'm sorry? what?" 

after the disasterous dinner, harua took you back to your place. he stayed the night which wasn't anything new, so he could watch over you. he sat in the chair in the corner of your room while you slept, or at least attempted to. you got a few hours of restless sleep at best. 

the sun hadn't even risen when you got up, but you were tired of laying in bed. you know that harua left that chair sometime during the night, and you could tell something was off with him when he came back. and by the time you got up, he was acting even weirder. you could tell by his actions that there was something bothering him, but he wouldn't tell you. it wasn't until he got a phone call from k that he explained everything to you. 

the pack of wolves who attacked you belonged to an alpha named aric. apparently him and k go way back, but harua wouldn't tell you the details. all he told you that they were once really close friends turned enemies. k's clan, along with another vampire's clan, were going head to head with him. but now, aric has been growing his pack to where he vastly outnumbers them. 

"aric threatened you." harua explains again. "he thinks you and k are together, and he wants revenge." 

"and that involves killing me?" you yell as you pace around your living room. it was way too early to be dealing with this, and your lack of sleep was like the cherry on top. you turn to continue pacing when you run into harua. he pulls you into a hug, not only to comfort you but himself as well. 

"i'm so sorry i dragged you into this. if i knew this was going to happen, i never would've asked." 

"harua." you sigh pulling away. "you don't have to apologize. i don't blame you for anything. i knew it would be dangerous. just tell me what we need to do to fix it." 

"the only way to fix it is to kill aric." 

"well even i could figure that one out." you roll your eyes. before he could respond to you, someone knocked on your door. you jump in fear before turning to harua. "who is that?" 

he rubbed his hands along your arms soothingly. "relax, yn. it's k and taki." 

you relax as you watch harua leave the room to open the door. you hear him greet the two before you were wrapped in a hug causing you to let out a shocked sound. you recognize the laugh that came from your hugger was taki. 

"did you miss us?" taki asked as he pulled away from you. he stepped away from you as k and harua walked into the living room. 

you let your eyes quickly glaze over k. you didn't see how someone could still look like a model in jeans and a t-shirt. his hair was fluffy instead of the gelled back like it was last night. you preferred this style better. although now you felt self conscious with your messy but and overly large t shirt that completely covered your shorts, so it looks like you weren't wearing any. 

"terribly." you answer turning back to taki. "i was starting to go through withdrawals." 

"especially because of me, right?" 

you let out a chuckle as you play along with him. "you caught me red handed." 

you are rewarded with a loud laugh from taki. "i like you. harua, i will forever question why you waited so long to let me meet her." 

the two of you look over when neither one of them answer you. you see k and harua in what looks like a heated discussion. you look over to taki in confusion. he watches them for a moment before looking back at you. 

"i'm guessing harua didn't tell you why we we're here, did he?" 

you looked between him and the other two. "no. are you going to tell me?" 

"don't you say a word, taki!" harua exclaims, stopping taki from talking. it also caused the both of you to jump at his outburst. "i am her best friend. i am telling her. you two bud out." 

harua walked over, grabbing your wrist before dragging you back into your bedroom. it was now his turn to pace as you sit on your bed. "okay, yn. i need you to hear me out before you start asking questions." 

"the last time you said that, i was nearly attacked by wolves." you chuckled when he glared at you. you held out your hands in a mock surrender as you mumble a 'sorry' under your breath. 

"aric has too many wolves going after k, which in return means they're going after you as well since they think you're together. we have decided that it would be safest if k goes into hiding while we look for aric and stop him." 

"i have a feeling k's not too happy about that." 

"he's not!" you hear taki yell from the living room. you then hear what you could assume of k smacking him and telling him to be quiet and to stop listening in. you roll your eyes as you look back to harua. 

"it's the only thing we could think of to keep the two of you safe." 

you freeze when you hear the end of harua's sentence. he realizes what he says, throwing a hand over his mouth in shock. you motion to the door where k was. "you're asking me to go with him, aren't you?" 

"it'll only be for a few days. a week at the most." 

"a week! i can't just leave." you stand up. "i have a job that i can't afford to lose." 

"we can compel your boss to not fire you." you hear taki say from the living room. you ignore the sound of rough housing at the two vampires in your living room as you look over to harua. he had a hopeful expression. 

"do you think this is necessary for me to go into hiding?" you ask. 

"i do." he answers, and you could tell he was being truthful with you. not he had ever lied to you before. "i need you safe, yn. i will lose my mind if something happens to you." 

you laugh softly, knowing that you felt the same way about him. you had never had a friend like harua. "i trust you, rua. if you think i need to go, i will." 

"thank you." he sighs in relief. "you two will leave as soon as you're packed. oh, and pack warm." 

you let out a groan, hating the cold. "is it to late to say no?" 

"yes." 

once you had gotten packed, k loaded up your bags into his car before you two set off. the two of you were quiet during your journey, having a lot on your minds. you let out a yawn as you watched the scenery fly by. eventually your exhaustion won and you fell asleep. 

you didn't know how long you were asleep. you just knew that the sun was fully in the sky at that point. you shift in your seat, furrowing your eyebrows when something falls in your lap. you look down to see that k had covered you with his jacket. 

"you looked cold." 

you look over at k, meeting his gaze for a moment before he looks back at the road. "thank you. how long was i out." 

"a few hours." he answers. "we still have about another hour to go." 

you nod your head before looking outside. you could tell just from looking outside that you were traveling north. the mountains were covered in snow. there also wasn't any sign of civilization anywhere. 

"where are we heading?" you ask. you couldn't use your phone to look to see where you were. you had it turned off, placed in your bag in case someone tracked it. you were under strict instruction on not using it unless necessary. 

"nicho has a cabin up here that he stays at from time to time." he answers you. "no one knows about it outside of us, so it'll be safe." 

"it's also in the middle of nowhere." k laughed at your comment. 

"try to get some more rest. we'll be there soon." 

you did as he said, pulling up his jacket up more as you settled back in your seat. you didn't fall back asleep, so you spent the rest of your time looking out the window. the closer the two of you got to your destination, the colder it got. eventually, it started snowing much to your dismay. 

"come on, yn." you jump at the sudden sound of k's voice causing him to chuckle. "the snow isn't that bad." 

"says the vampire." you mumble as the two of you pull up to a small two story cabin. it was surrounded by woods, completely shut off from society. you unbuckle your seatbelt before turning to k. "here's your jacket." 

"put it on. it's going to be cold in there until i get it warm." you look over at him like he had grown two heads. 

"all the reason why you should wear it." k took the jacket from you, but didn't put it on like you thought he would. instead, he leaned over the console before draping it over your shoulders. you clear your throat as he pulls away as you try to recover from that. "really?" 

k shrugged. "i can't get sick." 

you roll your eyes before doing as he wants and sliding your arms into the jacket before zipping it up. "better?" 

"much." he winks before he gets out of the car before going around to the trunk. you had a feeling he would scold you if you walked back and tried to help him with the bags. and you were correct by the glare he gave you when you took a step in his direction. "don't even think about, little human." 

"you're so dramatic." you turn your back on him, mostly to hide your blush as you walk towards the house. it was a weird nickname, but for some reason, you really liked it. not like you would ever say that out loud. 

you walk up the steps, slipping off your snow covered boots before going inside. the inside wasn't what you were expecting. the decor was modern, but with a twist you couldn't put your finger on. 

"why is the couch pink?" 

"pink is nicho's favorite color." k answered as he walked inside with your bags. he set his down before turning to you. "there are two bedrooms. one upstairs and one downstairs. i'm going to take the one downstairs." 

he motioned you to follow him upstairs where your room would be. he sat your bags on the bed before pointing at the room behind you. "that's the bathroom. and there's the closet." 

k left you alone while you explored some. the theme of this room was cream colors, along with pink accents which you thought was cute. you would've never guessed that the dark haired man's favorite color would be pink. 

after you put away your things and freshened up, you grabbed k's jacket before going back downstairs. you hung up his jacket by the door before wandering into the kitchen. you don't know why, but you expected it to be empty. instead, it was completely stocked like someone lived here. 

you look over when you hear k enter the room. "ej and nicho came here last night and stocked everything. harua told them all of your favorites to buy." 

"did he now?" you question walking over to the fridge. you open the freezer, examining everything until your eyes landed on your favorite thing to eat. ice cream. you grab it with a small smile. "i love that kid." 

k walks over to see what you were holding as you look for a spoon. once you find one, you open the lid before taking a bite. you look over when you hear k laugh at you. 

"it's snowing outside, and you're eating ice cream?" 

"you drink blood for a living, and you're questioning my food choices?" you retort before eating another bite of ice cream. 

"harua did say you hate cooking." you agree at his statement. 

"i do. i mostly eat ramen or this." 

"that's probably not very healthy." 

you look over at him. "i don't see your point." 

"my point is while you're with me, i'm going to take care of you." k tells you. 

you raise your eyebrows before looking back down at your ice cream. you didn't know if you could look at him after those words, even though he didn't mean it like that. "what does that mean? you're gonna cook for me?" 

"i am." he nods his head moving closer to you before taking the ice cream out of your hands. you watched him with wide as he puts it back in the freezer. "that also means no ice cream until after dinner." 

you thought that was the end of the conversation, but it wasn't. he grabs your spoon which still had ice cream on it, eating what was left on it before putting the it in the sink. you didn't even have a chance to react as he walked out of the kitchen. "dinner will be ready at 6." 

this man was going to be the death of you. 

you spend the rest of your afternoon exploring the house before relaxing in the living room. you watched some movie on tv, and k ended up joining you until he got up to go start dinner. you offered to help out of kindness, but he shut you down. you did sit in the kitchen though to keep him company. 

you've learn so far that k doesn't like silence very well because as soon as you sat down he began talking. you do your best listening to his story as you watch him cook. he had taken off his sweater leaving him in the same white t shirt as this morning. his back was turned to you for the most part, so you had a clear view without getting caught. 

you tuck your legs under you as k finishes up cooking. "all of your stories seem to involve taki." 

"me and him have been together the longest." k answers sitting the food in front of you. you thank him before starting to eat, and he starts to wash the dishes. "he was the first vampire i turned." 

"so that's why he clings to you like a child." 

you look up when k groans. "don't say that around him. i just got him to stop calling me dad." 

"he's such a cutie. all of the younger ones are." 

"oh?" k questions you. watch him turn to you with a smile. "what about the older ones?" 

you roll your eyes, standing up before walking over to the sink and washing your plate. "ej and nicho are attractive. not saying anything about fuma since he has a girlfriend." 

"and the oldest?" 

"what about him?" you tease. his shoulder brushes yours as he leans on the counter next to you causing you to look up at him. he hands you a towel for you to dry your hands. 

"what was your first impression of me?" you raise your eyebrows at his question. 

"you expect me to just tell you that?" 

"what if i tell you what my first impression of you was?" 

you thought about it for a moment. "you going to go first?" 

"i asked you first though." you laugh at his answer. 

"and that's where you messed up. i've known harua long enough to trust him, but to also know that he's a trickster. who's to say you're not as well?" 

you could tell by the glint in his eyes that you were right. it also helped that harua told you he learned everything from the man in front of you. "what if i give you my word?" 

"your word means nothing to me. don't forget you're still a stranger to me." 

"you wound me." he overdramatically grasps his chest. "i really thought we were best friends at this point." 

you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "boy makes me food one time and assumes were besties." 

"isn't that how it works?" 

"you're ridiculous." you chuckle at him. 

"ridiculously cute?" 

ridicoulsly attractive were the words that came to your mind, but you obviously didn't say those words outloud. instead, you pull away from him completely before stepping away. 

"you're going to have to try harder than that." 

he smiles at the challenge. "oh, little human. you have no idea what you've just done." 

it had been three days since you and k went off the grid. you felt like you were going stir crazy since you have been stuck in the cabin since you got there. and it's not like you could go for a walk, or do anything outside for that matter because it hasn't really stopped snowing. 

it was after dinner and you were yet again watching another movie, snuggled under a blanket while the fire kept you warm. thankfully k knew how to keep a fire going because you didn't. speaking of k, it was sitting on the other end of the couch driving you insane. 

it's not like was trying to or anything. he was just wearing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, but he still looked amazing. the two of you had spent the last few days in each others company. for some reason, you felt yourself open up around him, something that normally took you ages to do. you just felt comfortable around him in a way you couldn't explain. you didn't know how you were going to go not talking to him after you two went back home. 

"i feel like i'm going crazy." you mumble, blankly watching the tv screen. 

"at least i'm not the only one." k agreed. "i can't remember the last time i went even 12 hours without talking to one of the guys." 

"harua and i facetimed daily, sometimes even twice." you tell him. 

you couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. you did bring it up to k once, and he was able to help with your worries. apparently he had a satellite phone that the guys could call if they needed help. the fact that no one's called is a good sign according to him. 

"you want me to be your harua?" you furrow your eyebrows as you look over at k. 

"you can't be serious." he shrugged at your answer. "no offense, but i don't think you want me to do what i do when harua and i watch a movie." 

you hear k grumble causing you to look over. he wiped his hand over his face before giving you a smile. "try me." 

you look at him for a moment to see if he was actually serious. when you showed no sign of joking, you shifted on the couch, moving closer to k. you felt him stiffen when you lay your head on his thigh, though he relaxes fast. 

"play with my hair." 

"i'm sorry?" you laugh at k's question. 

"you said you were going to do what harua did. play with my hair." 

it took k a moment to respond, causing you to believe he wasn't going to. but he lifted up his hand before running it through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. since you were watching the movie, you couldn't see the smile on his face when he felt you relax into him. likewise with you, k couldn't see the blush on your face at your boldness. 

"can i ask you a question?" you ask after a few minutes of the two of you watching tv. 

"you just did, little human." 

you scoff at his answer causing him to laugh. "alright smartass. seriously though. what happened between you and aric?" 

"it's a long story." you hear k sigh. 

"all we have is time." you retort. you glance up to see him deep in thought. "but you don't have to if you don't want to. i was just curious." 

"you deserve to know since we brought you into this mess. what did harua tell you?" k asks. 

"just that you two were friends turned enemy." 

"we grew up together." you listen closely as k tell you the story. "everyone wondered how we got along so well since i'm a vampire and he's a wolf. neither one of us ever questioned it though. things didn't start to happen until he found his mate, sarah." 

you had read enough to know what a mate is. "she started to change him. he was turning into someone i didn't know. and then came creating a pack." 

"what do you mean creating a pack?" you ask him. 

he twirls you hair between his fingers as he answers. "once a wolf finds their mate, they can create packs of their own. most wolfs spend decades finding the perfect matches for their pack, similar to vampires. but sarah just made things more difficult." 

"how so?" 

"she was making him turn people who should've never been wolves. people who had done horrible things while a being a human, and even worse things as wolves. i tried to talk to him about it, but he never listened. told me to stick to my clan, and he'll stick to his pack. i should've done something sooner." 

"what happened?" 

"one of his pack members attacked an innocent kid. nearly killed him if i hadn't saved him." 

"and by saved him, you mean you turned him?" you ask. he hums a yes, watching as the gears clicked in your head. "was it taki?" 

"it was." he answered. "i wasn't at the age yet to start a clan, but aric's pack made me become one before i was ready. and the worst part is, he didn't even care." 

"he soon caught the attention of other vampires. normally we don't interfere with these kinds of things, but the wolves were doing anything, so we had to." 

"what did you guys do?" 

"do you remember meeting alex?" you nod your head at the question. he was one of the oldest vampires at the dinner last week. "he came up with a plan to confront aric and sarah. things were supposed to become violent. we just wanted to talk, but sarah told him that we were going to kill all of them, which caused them to attack. aric went for me while sarah went for violet." 

"who's violet?" you ask. 

"violet was alex's beloved." you guess you looked confused because he explained it to you. "a beloved is the vampire version of a mate. it's something you could only do once." 

you didn't know if you wanted the answer to your next question, but you couldn't help it. "do you have one?" 

"i've never had one." he answers, and you try to not let your relief show. "i made a promise to not have one until aric was dead." 

"is that why he wants to kill me? because he thinks i'm your beloved." k nods his head at your question. "but why?" 

k let out a sigh before he continued with the story. "sarah killed violet in the attack. in return, alex killed sarah. aric went crazy and tried to kill alex, but he ended up being outnumbered by us. he retreated, but not before threatening to kill my beloved as revenge for his dying. he sees it as my fault that she died because i wouldn't leave it alone." 

"have you seen him since that night?" 

"no. i didn't see him at the dinner either. that's why the guys, along with alex's clan, are trying to find out where he is. because it won't stop until he's dead." 

"are you going to be the one to kill him?" 

"little human, that right is solely alex's." k answers you. 

"makes sense." you hum. "though i still hate that you're not out there helping." 

"i'm right where i belong. keeping you safe." 

you already felt guilty that you couldn't help in any way, and k's words just made you feel worse. even though you know he didn't mean anything by it. and now one of the most powerful vampires can't do his job because he is protecting a useless human. you felt your eyes water causing you to sit up from k's lap. you stretch your legs, making sure to keep your back to him, so he couldn't see your face. 

"i'm sorry you're here protecting useless me." k froze at your words. 

"the last thing you are is useless." k tells you, but you make no effort to acknowledge them. "yn, look at me." 

you shake your head, faking a yawn before trying to get up. "i'm fine. just tired. i'm going to head to bed." 

before you stood up, k's long arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. you let out a gasp as you landed in k's lap. his other hand gently grasps your face, making you look at him. your nose brushes his as you meet his gaze. 

"you are not useless, do you understand me?" you nod your head at his question. "i didn't have to come here. the original plan was for harua to come here. i was the one who insisted on being here with you." 

"why? you don't even know me." 

"i know you well enough." he moved his hand away from your face to where it rested on your lower back. "i know you would do anything for the people you care about. someone useless wouldn't go to a vampire dinner just to help out someone they've never met before. plus, harua has told me a lot about you. he also thinks very highly of you." 

you choke out a laugh as you wipe your eyes. "thank you." 

"you're welcome, little human." 

you expected k to release his grip on you, so you get off of him. instead, he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder. you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as you avoided eye contact with him. 

"are you okay now, yn?" 

before you could answer, you heard a phone ring. both of yours were off, so it had to be the satellite phone. you quickly stood up from k's lap, and he ran off into the kitchen. you quickly run off after him. but by the time you got into the kitchen, he was already on the phone. 

"harua, calm down. i can't understand you." you couldn't hear what harua was saying, but by the expression on k's face, you could tell it wasn't good. "how long? okay. no, don't worry. i'm not going to let anything happen to her." 

k hung up the phone before looking over at you. "we need to go. they know where we're at." 

"h-how?" you stutter, fear coursing through your body. 

"i don't know. harua just said that aric sent a group this way. some of the guys are on their way, but aric's group has a thirty minute head start. they'll be here any minute." 

you nod at k's explanation. "but k, it's been snowing nonstop over the past three days. the car's more than likely snowed it. how are we going to get out?" 

"fuck." k cursed, running a hand through his hair. his head snapped towards the front door. "stay inside." 

he sped out of the room. you assumed he going to check your theory. he didn't come back though right away, and that scared you. you walk out of the kitchen and towards the front door. you peak out of the window to see if you could see any sign of him. instead, some guy banged on the window making you jump back and scream. 

"come on, sweetheart. i don't bite." he growls with a smile. "hard." 

you jump when he's suddenly ripped away from the window. you hear multiple growls, but you couldn't tell how many wolves were outside. you also thought you heard a shout of pain come from k. you wanted to run outside to check on him, but listened to his command to stay inside. 

it went quiet outside, and you took another chance to look out the window again. you didn't see anybody, but it was hard to see since it was dark. you heard the back door open, making you freeze. you looked around you for a place to hide when your name was called. 

"yn!" 

"i'm here." you answer k's panicked tone, moving towards the kitchen where the back door was. your eyes widened at the state of him before rushing over to where he was leaning on the counter. "oh my god, k. are you okay?" 

he was covered in blood. his lip was busted, and he had a bruise forming on his left cheek. his hand was clutching his stomach, and you removed it to see 4 deep claw marks going across his stomach. your worried eyes look back up at him. 

"what do we do?" 

"i need you to go and hide. i'll take care of them as they show up." you stop him from moving when he turns to go back outside. 

"like hell i'm letting you go back out there! you'll die." 

"that's a sacrifice i'm willing to make." 

"it's not one i'm willing to make." you all but yell at him as you wrack your brain, trying to come up with a solution. "do you have any blood stored? will that help?" 

he shook his head. "animal blood won't heal me." 

"then what-" you stop yourself as you look at him. "will mine?" 

"i'm not drinking from you." he refused. 

"if you want to go back out there, you will." you demand. he still look unsure, so you kept trying to convince him. "k, you're pale, and you look one step away from death. and that's saying a lot because you're already dead!" 

"yn-" 

"k, please." you beg him, holding on to his wrist. "bite me. i'm begging you." 

you hold out your wrist to him. he looks at your wrist for a moment before grabbing it. but instead of bringing it to his mouth, he pulled you to his chest. your hands land on his chest as you look up at him in shock. he wasn't looking at you though. instead, he was looking at your neck. 

"here." you move your hair out of the way as well as moving your shirt. 

"yn, are you sure?" k's eyes met yours. 

"i wouldn't be offering if i wasn't sure. bite me." 

k's hand slid up your body, wrapping around the back of your neck as he leans down. his breath hits your skin as his lips ghost over your neck. you almost jump in shock when he places a kiss to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. 

"i'm sorry." 

you make a small pained sound when his teeth puncture your skin. his arms hold you steady as you fall into his embrace. the pain quickly fades away, and it confuses you when it turns into being somewhat pleasurable. you grip his hoodie as you bite down on your lip, so you don't make any noise. 

once he's had enough, he pulls away from your neck. he places one last kiss to the spot before pulling away from you. his eyes are filled with worry. "are you okay?" 

"i feel like i should be asking you that." 

he no longer has the split lip or bruise on his face. his color was also looking better. and when you look down at his stomach, the claw marks are still there, but there more shallow than they were before. 

his fingers brush your cheek, bringing your gaze back to him. he opens his mouth to say something, but a howl stops him. he looks behind him before back at you. 

"hide. and don't come out until i come get you." 

you turn, quickly running up the stairs. you make it to your room, grabbing the vanity chair before going into the closet. you put the chair under the door handle before going back to the very corner. you heard the faint sound of fighting farther away from the house, so you thought you were safe for the moment. 

that moment was ruined when you heard the front door slam open. you heard a set of footsteps searching around the house before making their way upstairs. you place your hand over your mouth as they slam through the bedroom door as well. 

the door handle to the closet move, but the chair stop it. you cry out as they slam their shoulder against the door. after three tries, the chair breaks and the door flies open making you scream. you look up to a guy well over 6 foot looking down at you. 

"well. well. well." he drawls, crouching down to look at you. "what do we have here?" 

"leave me alone." you kick at him when he tries to get close to you. you manage to kick his throat, making him fall on his knees coughing. you get up and manage to run around him, but his hand wraps around your ankle before you get to far. he yanks, and you hit the ground hard, nearly knocking the breath out of you. 

"let go of me, you mangy mut!" 

"watch it, baby. insults turn me on." 

you try to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. you scream as he pulls you towards him. your fingers graze something, causing you to see one of the chair pieces laying next to you. you grab it, lunging forward and stabbing him. he yells out, letting go of you. 

"you little bitch!" he yells as you move away from him again. "fuck bringing you to aric. i'm going to kill you myself." 

you freeze at the threat for a moment before moving into action. you get up, running out of the room and into the hall. you scream when you run into someone. their arms wrap around you, holding you steady. 

"yn, it's me!" you recognize the voice as harua. you look up, never feeling more relieved as you meet the gaze of your best friend. you throw your arms around him, burrying your face into his neck. 

"there's a wolf in there. he tried to-" 

someone sped past you causing you to stop. you look back when you heard the man yell again before hearing a thump. k walks back out of the room, now covered in twice as much blood as before. 

"i'm sorry we couldn't get here fast enough." k apologizes as he walks up to you two. his eyes scan over you to check for any injuries. relief fills him when he didn't see any. 

"is it over?" 

"no." k answers, looking down at you. "harua is going to take you out of here while we stay." 

"be careful." you tell him. he smiles at you, bending down and kissing your forehead before walking away. 

"always, little human." 

you didn't bother grabbing anything but your shoes and k's jacket on the way out, slipping them on before following after harua. he stopped walking, head snapping to one direction before turning towards you. he picked up up before speeding over to an already started car. he placed you in the car seat before speeding over to his side, but before he could open the door, you saw something move behind him. 

"harua, look out!" 

you let out a sigh, feeling like you were on autopilot, as you clock out of work for the weekend. it had been almost two weeks since the cabin. it was also the last time you saw k. it was the last time anyone had seen k for that matter. 

that night, fuma showed up just in time to keep harua from getting attacked by a wolf. it was the first time you had ever seen one shifted, and they were even larger than you thought. the one that almost attacked harua was well over 6 feet. 

after that, he got the two of you out of there safely. the two of you didn't stop until you reached harua's place, which is where you've been staying for the past two weeks, but not anymore. aric hasn't made any moves, so today was the first day you were staying back at your apartment. you told harua it was because you wanted things to go back to normal. that wasn't a full lie, but there was more to it. 

you just wanted to be alone. 

especially because you knew your best friend was lying to you. he told you that k ran off after the fight, and none of them have been able to find him. they also said they haven't been able to contact him either. you made things easier for them by making them think you believe them, but it was far from what you think. not like you've been able to think much due to your anger. 

you were mad at harua for lying to you, but for some reason, you were more mad a k. you didn't understand why you were mad at him. the two of you had only known each other for 4 days prior to him leaving. you two were barely friends, but it still hurt that he left with saying good bye. he didn't even make sure you were okay. the only thing he left you with was a hundred questions, some conflicting feelings, and a new scar on your neck from where he bit you. 

you rub at your scar as you make your way back home with some ice cream and a bottle of wine. two choices that you knew k would hate, causing you to shake your head to get rid of the thoughts. as soon as you get home, you change into some sweats before opening the bottle of wine. you paired it with some tv show you were binging. 

you were about three glasses of wine in when someone knocked on your door. you rolled your eyes, instantly recognizing the knock as harua's. you groan, putting your drink down before getting up. "harua, i told you i'm fine." 

you didn't get an answer as you opened the door. your eyes widened when the person at your door wasn't just harua. it was harua and k. a very beaten and bloody k. as soon as you fully opened the door, he lost his balance, almost falling if you didn't the two of you didn't catch him. you wrap your arms around his waist. the two of you were struggling to hold him up. 

you look over at harua. "what the fuck rua?" 

"i'll explain. just help me get him to the couch." you look at him for a moment before turning to k. 

"how come every time i see you, you're covered in blood?" he laughed, but it turned into a cough before he grasped at his side. you lift up your leg, closing your door before you two drag him into the living room. "if you get blood on my couch, you're buying me a new one." 

"yes ma'am." 

the two of you helped him sit down. he laid his head back, resting on the back of the couch before closing his eyes. you examine him, but you couldn't tell what was wrong with him due to the blood. 

"care to tell me why you two are here?" you ask harua. he looks at you before glaring at k. 

"you're guess is as good as mine. all i know is he shows up to my place injured, and he won't let us touch him. even mj offered her blood to help heal him, but he refused." 

you look over at k. "why did he refuse?" 

"he said he wanted you." harua answered. it didn't take a genius for you to figure out his words. he wanted your blood. "did he feed off of you at the cabin?" 

"once. during the attack before you guys got there." 

his eyes widen at your answer. "and you didn't tell me?" 

"i didn't think it was important. besides, it's not like you haven't been completely honest with me either!" you raise your voice slightly. 

"i couldn't!" harua exclaimed. he motioned to the vampire laying on your couch. "he wouldn't let me. you know i can't break his commands." 

you look away from him and back at k. this time when you look over at k, his eyes were open and looking straight at you. you notice that his skin was more pale than before, but you still couldn't bring yourself closer to him. "so you disappear without telling me a thing, force him to lie to me, and you expect me to help you?" 

"i'm sorry." he apologizes. you break eye contact when you see the guilt in his eyes. "i'll explain everything. i promise." 

you look between him and harua. you know however mad you are at him, you couldn't live with yourself if you refused to help him and something happened to him. you let out a sigh before moving over to k. he groans as he shifts on the couch when you sit next to him. 

"same spot?" you ask, moving your hair when he nods. the same as before, his hand slides around the back of your next as leans in. he presses a kiss to the scar before you could feel him hesitating. "it's okay, k." 

that was all he needed to continue. you hear harua gasp as k bites your neck. the feelings you got before were somehow even stronger causing you bite your lip to avoid making any sound. you don't know how or why you trusted him enough to not take too much blood from you, or even kill you. but right when you felt slightly lightheaded, he pulled away. 

"thank you." he whispers as he pulls away from you. "i know i don't deserve it." 

you nod your head, feeling too choked up to say anything to him as you move away from him. he lays his head back down before closing his eyes. you watch it looks like he falls asleep, but then you notice his breathing slow down. you shake his shoulder, trying to wake him up, but he doesn't move. 

you look over to harua in a panic. "what's wrong with him?" 

"nothing." he answers. "it's something vampires do when they're healing. we go into this coma like state." 

"meaning?" 

"he won't wake up until his body thinks it's healed enough." you look over at him when he said that. you know now that he didn't have a choice, but you were still upset with him. you wanted to cool down before you talked to either one of them, but now it looks like you weren't going to get that. 

"great, so i'm stuck with you two." 

"yn-" harua tries to talk to you, but you move away from him. you grab your wine glass before leaving the living room. 

"i need another drink." 

you could see harua from your kitchen as you make yourself another drink. you watch him move k into a laying position before covering him up with a blanket you had on the back of the couch. if you weren't so conflicted, you would laugh at the fact that k was so tall, his feet hung over the arm of the couch. 

after he was done with k, he met you in the kitchen. without speaking, you walk over, grabbing another wine glass and filling it before giving it to harua. he thanked you before taking a sip. you grabbed your glass before moving to sit at your counter. 

"i'm sorry i lied." you look over at harua. "i didn't want to. i wanted to tell you the truth, but he told me not to tell you anything." 

"why?" you ask. 

"i have my theories. and questions for when he wakes up." harua answers. "all we knew is him and alex were hunting aric. i didn't lie when i said we hadn't seen him, but he did reach out to us a few times." 

"did he kill him?" harua nods his head at your question causing you to let out a sigh of relief. you didn't have to continuously look over your shoulder anymore. "good." 

"why didn't you tell me k bit you?" harua asked you. you shrugged your shoulders as you played with your drink. 

"like i said. i didn't think it was that important." you answer. "those wolves would've killed him if i didn't." 

"but why your neck?" 

"because he asked?" you look over at him confused. "why does that matter?" 

harua lets out a sigh. "we don't normally bite people on the neck." 

that got your attention. "you don't? then where to you normally bite?" 

"we normally go for the wrist." harua answered. "if i needed blood from you, no matter how long we knew each other, i would bite your wrist. never your neck." 

"is it like… i don't know, illegal or something?" 

harua shook his head. "no, it's just something personal. most of the time, a vampire only bites the neck of someone their extremely attracted to. only it's more." 

"more?" you ask, very confused by everything. "so you're saying k's attracted to me?" 

"no." he answered before shaking his head. "i mean, yes. but it's more." 

"you keep talking in riddles, and i'm going to throw my drink at you." 

"we only bite the necks of someone we want to spent our lives with." your eyes widen as harua's outburst. you almost thought you misheard him. you asked him to repeat himself, and he said the same thing. 

"you're telling me the man passed out on my couch wants to spend the rest of his eternal life with me?" harua nods his head at your question. "how? i just met him." 

"fuma knew that mj was his beloved an hour after they met." harua shrugged. you stopped mid sip as his words hit you. you look over at him to see him watching k. he didn't even realize what he had just told you. you turn around to see that k was still asleep on your couch. 

you didn't know if you wanted to believe that you were k's beloved. you thought that he was attractive, and that you had some feelings for him that you couldn't explain. but you didn't think he felt the same. could human's feel that pull as well? and why didn't he tell you? instead, he just abandoned you without a single word. you didn't even realize you were crying until harua called your name. 

"bubs, are you okay?" 

"no." you answer honestly. "you just told me that i could be his beloved. i don't know how i'm supposed to react to that." 

"i was just giving an example. i don't know if that's true, or…" harua trailed off as he watched you as you watched k. "you feel the pull too, don't you?" 

you swallow, not answering him as you stood up. you grab your phone before putting it in your pocket. "i'm going for a walk. i need some air." 

"yn-" you didn't listen to him. you slipped on your shoes before running out the door, slamming it behind you. 

an hour later you found yourself alone sitting in a park. it was starting to get cold now that the sun had set, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. you just pulled up your hood and tucked yourself into your hoodie. 

your phone laying next to you started to ring, making you groan. you had already had 3 missed calls and about 100 texts from harua trying to check on you. you messaged him once saying that you were fine and that you wanted to be alone. but in typical harua fashion, he kept trying. the last message you got was him saying that k woke up, and the two left your apartment. 

to your surprise, it wasn't harua. it an unknown number. you stared at it for a moment before you decided to pick it up. you pick up the phone, answering it before putting it up to your ear. "hello." 

"yn?" a female voice came from your phone. "it's mj." 

"oh, hey." you mumble, fidgeting with your sleeve. "what's up?" 

"i just wanted to check in on you. i know the last time we talked you were mad at k for leaving, and i know they just came over unannounced." she explained. 

you scoff as you look back at it. "i don't know how i'm feeling. i just found out my best friend was lying to me." 

"if it makes you feel any better, i didn't know either. i'm still debating on killing fuma for lying to me or not." you laugh at her threat before realizing something. she's the beloved to a vampire. maybe she could answer your questions. 

"fuma's your beloved, right?" 

"he is." she answered. "is this about k?" 

"how'd you know?" 

she laughed. "honey, i knew you were his beloved as soon as he laid his eyes on you. i've never seen him act like this." 

"how so?" 

"well for starters, he went into hiding for you." she answered. "k is always in front of everyone, keeping them safe. especially when it came to aric. so the fact that he left it completely up to alex and the guys says a lot." 

"it's not technically confirmed if we're… you know." you trail off. 

"based on the argument k and harua just had, i think it's confirmed. fuma had to go over and separate them." 

"how did you feel when you and fuma met?" 

"when we first met, it was like an instant connection. i immediately felt at home around him. then there was this pull." she started to explain. her last sentence felt familiar to you. 

"pull?" 

"yeah." she answered. "it was almost like i was connected to a string. i was on one end and fuma was on the other, so it felt like we just kept gravitating towards each other. i always wanted to be near him." 

"is that how he felt as well?" 

she let out a sigh. "he's tried to explain this to me multiple times. he said it felt stronger for him than it did me which i didn't think was possible. the pull nearly drove me crazy. he said once he felt that pull, he almost instantly knew i was his beloved. but it was only solidified when he bit me." 

"so they have to bite you to know for sure?" she hummed out a yes at your question. "k bit me at the cabin." 

"so that's why he went crazy." she mused with a laugh. "fuma said he'd never seen k loose his cool like he did after you left. he said it like he flipped a switch. killed every wolf that was left before leaving without a word. that's also why k wouldn't feed from me and demanded to go to you." 

you furrow your eyebrows. "i thought that was because fuma and you were together." 

"you are partially right." she answered. "if k fed from me, that would be completely fine. but if a vampire has a human beloved, the only person they can feed from their beloved. it's like a scent thing." 

"scent thing?" 

"the way fuma described it is like they become basically obsessed with your scent. if it doesn't smell like you, they're not going to want it." so that explains why k keeps his face buried in your neck both before and after feeding from you. 

"so, the only way for k to feed now is from me?" 

"i mean, he can still feed from animals which is what most of the guys do anyway, but fuma says it just doesn't feel the same." she answered. "but the two of you aren't fully beloveds yet." 

"how so?" you ask. 

"unless you two have had sex and didn't tell us." you gasp at her words causing her to laugh. "i'm taking that as a no." 

"no sex." you tell her before rubbing your hand over your face. "i don't know what to do. i'm mad he left without telling me anything. but-" 

"but the pull makes you not want to be. it can be a bitch. trust me." she finished your sentence. "are you going to let him explain though?" 

"once i calm down." 

"good. you're good for him, yn." you heard her talk to someone before she spoke to you again. "i have to go. we'll talk later, okay?" 

"okay." 

you hang up the phone before shoving it back in your pocket. you sat on the bench for a little while long trying to clear your thoughts. it wasn't until your fingers started to tingle that you got up and started walking home. 

you felt conflicted. this pull that mj explained really made you want to instantly forgive k, but you yourself couldn't bring yourself to. you know you were going to make any decision until you heard k's side. he can't shut you out anymore. if he really wants this to work and be with you, he can't just not leave without telling you and keeping things that involve you from you. 

you open the door before sliding off your shoes. you take your keys out of your pocket and hang them up when you felt something. or more like someone. you somehow knew that k was in your apartment. you should've knew better than to believe he would he would leave you alone. you didn't even bother to look for him, knowing that he could come to you. 

you walk into the kitchen, noticing that harua had cleaned up your mess in the kitchen. you walked over to the fridge, grabbing you newly bought ice cream before grabbing a spoon before sitting on your counter. right as you open it and take a bite, you could hear footsteps come up from the living room. you didn't look up from the ice cream, not ready to meet his gaze just yet. he stood opposite of you, leaning on the counter while watching you. he stayed quiet, as did you, but you know he was waiting for you to speak first. 

"how long?" 

you hear k let out a sigh as he shifts. "i had theories before the dinner, but it was confirmed at the cabin." 

"and yet you still left without telling me anything." you scoff before eating a bite of ice cream before setting it down. "i had no idea if you were okay. you could've been dead for all i knew." 

you still refused to meet his gaze as he moved to stand in front of you. your breath hitches as his hand brushes along your cheek. and as much as you don't want to, you find yourself leaning into his hand. "i'm sorry i left without telling you. i panicked. i just found my beloved, and the fear of him taking you away from me was too much. i knew if i saw you, or even spoke to you, i wouldn't be able to do what i needed to do to keep you safe." 

"harua said you and alex killed him?" you were looking up enough to see him nod his head. "is that what happened to you?" 

"he had more wolves there than we were anticipating. i took them on while alex killed him." 

you then remember that when he came to you, he was injured and covered in blood. you look to see he had changed his clothes. "are you okay now?" 

"thanks to you." he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. once he pulled away, you finally looked up, meeting his dark gaze. as soon as your eyes met his, he let out a breath before softly smiling. "hello, my beloved." 

three words. 

three words from him was all it took for your walls to come crashing down. you blink back tears as you throw your arms around his neck. his arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you just as tight as you were holding him. you rest your head on his shoulder when he pulls you closer, burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

"i'm so sorry about how i handled things." he mumbles, lips grazing your neck as he spoke. "if i could go back and do things differently, i would. the last thing i wanted to do is hurt you." 

you let out a sigh. "i know. i understand now why you did what you did. just please don't do it again." 

"never." he agreed. he pulled just enough to press his forehead to yours. his hands cup your cheeks before he speaks again. "i'm never going to leave your side again. and i know you probably don't trust me, but believe me when i say i'm going to spent the rest of our lives doing everything i can until you do trust me." 

there wasn't a doubt in him that he was in fact going to do what he said he was. the determination in his eyes said enough. but your focus soon shifted to something else. his lips. they were so close to yours, and you found yourself craving to know what they felt like against yours. 

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. he let out a groan, like he had been waiting for this, before instantly kissing you back. to say it was the best kiss you've ever had would be an understatement. the way his lips molded to yours like the two of you were made for each other. you never wanted to pull away, especially when his tongue brushed against yours, but you did eventually when your lungs started screaming for air. 

once his lips left yours, he moved before attaching them to your neck. you tilt your head as he kissed down your neck before stopping at his mark. he didn't go any further though, stopping before anything got heated. you could tell he didn't want to, groaning as he placed one last kiss on your mark before pulling away. his eyes were dark, and his lips were swollen making him look even more attractive. 

"i want to take you on a date before…" he trailed off, but you knew what he meant. he wanted to take you out before he made you fully his. you almost missed the slight pink to his cheeks. 

"so, no fake titles this time?" he lets out a chuckle at your question. 

"no fake titles. just a man taking his beautiful beloved out to dinner." you felt yourself flush at his words, but you didn't want to give him that satifaction. 

"what a shame. the fake titles kind of turned me on." 

the vampire in front of you threw his head back with a groan. you eyed his neck, wanting to place your lips on him. but alas, you weren't going to start anything before your date. you had to make him suffer somehow for the last 2 weeks. once his gaze met yours again, his eyes were even darker than before. 

"you're not going to make this easy on me, are you?" you smile at his question. you pull him back down for another kiss. this one softer and shorter than the last one. you brushed your lips against his as you pulled away. 

"absouletly not." 

to say you made the next week for k miserable would be an understatement. you quickly learned that the man is very sensitive to touch, and of course you used that to your advantage. he took it very well, in your opinion, but there were a few times he would slip. 

the two of you developed a routine. every day after work, he would pick you up before taking you home. he would then make you dinner because 'my beloved will not eat only ice cream and take out for the rest of her life.' 

though since he was making you dinner, the two of you had to go grocery shopping which was a fun experience. because the one that is next to your house is where your ex works. the ex who still isn't over you. normally you bring harua with you because at least he scares your ex enough for him to leave you alone. 

k left you alone for not even 2 seconds before your ex came up to you. conversation started out simple until he asked you out. but before you could say no for what seemed like the hundredth time, you felt a hard chest press against your back. k's arm slid over your should as he no doubt glared at the man in front of him. 

"baby, is this man bothering you?" 

that sentence alone was enough for him to run away from you two. you laughed, finding the situation funny. that was until k turned you towards him. you didn't even have a chance to question him before his lips were on yours- his tongue immediately sliding past your lips. his hand had a soft but firm grip on the side of your throat, thumb pressed against your pulse point. it was only when a small moan left your lips that the two of you pulled away from each other, realizing that you two were literally in the middle of the food aisle. 

he would make enough food for the both of you to eat because he said he didn't want you to eat alone. that alone melted your heart. after dinner, you two would lounge around, eating talking or watching movies like you did at the cabin. although this time, he wouldn't let you more than two inches away from him. most of the time, your head was either in his lap, or you were laying back on his chest in between his legs. 

that second position often got you in trouble. because you could so easily pull him down to you, locking lips with his. one time, you moved your hand up before raking your fingers through his hair. he had you pick up and straddling him before you could even blink. the two of you soon got carried away, especially you. without thinking, you moved your hips against his. you felt him harden beneath you as he pulled back with a groan, laying his head on your shoulder. 

"i'm sorry." you apologized. 

"don't be, beloved." he kissed your cheek before helping you get off of him. he then spent the next 10 minutes in your bathroom. at least you were nice enough not to question him when he came back. 

a week had finally passed, and today was the day k was going to take you on your date. you hadn't seem him today due to the vampire that was laying on your bed- harua. the two of you having spent the day hanging out together. you knew you weren't going to be able to stay made at harua. not when he showed up to your house the day after everything came out crying. you instantly forgave him. 

"do you know where he's taking me?" you ask as you fix your hair. harua grumbled rolling over to where he was on his stomach. you met his gaze through the mirror. 

"i do. and don't even think of asking where." 

"i would never." you laugh at the accusation. "i just want to know what to where." 

you watch as harua gets up before strolling into your closet like he's done a hundred times before. you hear him mumble to himself for a minute before he walks out holding a black dress. you instantly recognize it as something harua forced you to buy not long ago. 

"rua, i can't wear that!" 

he put the dress down before turning to you. "you are even if i have to force you in it." 

it wasn't that you didn't like the dress. it was pretty. it had a long sleeved black dress with a squared neckline that showed some cleavage. the issues was the length. it only went to right above your mid thigh, and it had a slit that went even higher. 

you let out a whine. "why that one?" 

"honestly?" harua asks. you turn around to look at him, not sure if you want his answer. "not only do you look sexy in this dress, you're going to blow k away. and that's exactly what we need from him." 

you raise your eyebrows. "you're still mad about last week, aren't you?" 

"yes!" he exclaimed. "he hurt you, and he made me hurt you by forcing me to lie to you. i'm going to hold a grudge against him for the rest of my life." 

"but i forgave him." you stand up, making your way over to him. 

"doesn't mean i have to yet." he told you. "i'm still thinking of a revenge plot, and you're going to help me when i do it." 

"okay." you instantly agreed before grabbing the dress. you go to your closet before putting it on, adding some accessories that you think go well with the dress. 

"wear those black heels i like." harua called out from the bedroom. you finished putting on your ear ring with an eye roll. 

"okay, mom." 

"don't make me come in there." while you were doing the finishing touches, someone knocked on your front door. you could only assume it was k as it was almost time for him to pick you up. "i got it, bubs. finish getting ready." 

you hear him leave your room. you hear him great k, or more like threaten him just like he's been doing for the past week before letting him into your apartment. he's your 'number 1 protector' as he calls it. 

once you were ready, you grabbed a small should bag before walking out of the room. you hear k make a noise that almost sounded like a growl, and harua saying you're welcome as you walk into the living room. you look up to see k looking at you like deer in headlights. he doesn't say anything, but his eyes take you in, making you shudder. 

"i've successfully broken him, so i can go now." harua laughs before walking over to you. he presses a light kiss to your cheek, careful not to mess up your makeup. "i'll call you later. if you don't answer, i know what happened." 

"rua!" you hear his laugh as your front door closes. you turn back around, nearly jumping when k appears in front of you. his hands grip your waist as his eyes meet yours. "hi, k." 

"hello, my beloved." k smiles down at you before leaning down. you meet him halfway, happy you wore transfer proof makeup as you kissed him. he squeezed your waist as he pulled away. "you are the most beautiful women i've ever seen. i almost just want to keep you here all to myself." 

you feel your face blush at his words. "come on. you'll have me all to yourself when we get back." 

you smile when you hear him groan as you walk away. you grab your keys before placing them into your bag along with you phone. he leads you to his car with his hand on your back. once the two of you are in the car, he drove you guys to wherever k was taking you. 

while he was driving, you were able to look over at him. he looked fresh off of the runway in his suit. he kept his hair natural though, and not slicked back like how it was when you first met. you chalked that up to you telling him this was how you like his hair best. 

"like what you see?" you smirk at k's question, not ashamed at all that you were caught. not like you were being sneaky in the first place. 

you shifted in your seat, leaning on the center console some. you reached over, running your hands through his hair. "do you remember at the cabin when you asked me what my first impression of you was? do you want to know what it was?" 

"don't do this to me." k pouted, clearly not liking your teasing. 

you ignored his request. "i thought that you were the most attractive man i've ever seen. i'm pretty sure my exact thoughts were that you looked like you just walked off of a movie set." 

"you're going to be the death of me." he sighed, shifting in his seat. you chuckled, deciding to give him a break from the teasing. you leaned over one last time kissing his cheek before returning back to your original position. 

once you arrived at the restaurant, k kept his hand in yours as the waitress led you to a table. it was in the back corner, which k knew you preferred so you weren't too crowded. 

you were instantly greeted by your waiter when you sat down. k ordered you two some wine while the two of you looked over the menu. once he was back with the drinks, he took your orders before leaving again, but not before checking you out, which you didn't notice because you weren't paying attention. but k did. 

he brushed it off though, forgetting it once he got pulled into a conversation with you. you were telling him some story about you and harua from college when the waiter came back with your food. you thanked him with a polite smile before going back to your story. but once again, the waiter was looking at you once again. he even did a double take once he walked away. you still didn't notice, too into your story, but you did notice k's emotion shift. 

"k?" his eyes quickly met yours. "are you okay?" 

"of course i am. why wouldn't i be when i have the most beautiful date sitting in front of me?" he reached over, grabbing your hand. you smiled at his words. "now, finish telling me your story, pretty." 

you did as he asked, continuing to tell the story while you two ate. that was when the waiter came up for the fourth time, asking if everything was okay. you both agreed, and this time, you finally noticed what was wrong with k when you caught the waiter looking at your chest, except k didn't catch it since he was so busy watching you. 

you then started to keep an eye on your waiter, and you caught him multiple times staring at you. you weren't going to bring it up to k since he was finally starting to go back to your smiley beloved, but you did ask him for his coat. he immediately took it off before draping it over your shoulders. 

after the two of you finished eating, you two were still chatting when you had to use the bathroom. as you got up to leave, k noticed once again that the waiter was staring at you. he finally had enough, and he was ready to leave before he did something stupid. 

as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you were pressed against the wall by your clearly jealous beloved. his head ducks down, kissing your neck- paying close attention to your mark which you have learned how sensitive it is. you let out a whimper when his fangs graze over your mark. "if i see one more person look at you, i'm going to loose my mind. please let me take you home." 

"take me home k." 

as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you were pressed into the door- k's lips instantly going to yours. his hands were roaming everywhere he could reach. they grazed the end of your dress before he gripped your thighs, pulling you into his arms with ease. you let out a gasp as your legs wrapped around him, and k took the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips. 

your hands started to unbutton his shirt, but apparently it wasn't fast enough because k ripped it open with one hand, causing buttons to fly everywhere. you smile into the kiss at his actions before sliding the shirt off of him. his hands gripped your ass, squeezing as he moved you away from the door. your lips left his, kissing his neck while your hands explored his toned chest. 

he moved you two to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling your lips to his again. your dress started to ride up, bunching at your waist and showing your black lace underwear. k let out a groan into you mouth as his hands ran over the fabric. 

k found the zipper for your dress, and you pulled away before he pulled the fabric over your head. his eyes darkened at the sigh of your body, slowly running his hands up your sides before grazing the matching black bra. he met your eyes before kissing you again. 

"my god, you are breathtaking." he mumbled against your lips before he started kissing down your neck. "and you're all mine. isn't that right, baby?" 

you let out a moan when k suck on the skin where his mark is. "yes, k. i'm yours." 

"good girl." he praises, and you feel yourself become even more wet with his words. his hands graze the edge of your bra. "can i take this off?" you nod your head, not saying anything. you jumped, gasping when k's hand landed on your ass. not hard enough to hurt- just enough to send a spark through you. "use you words baby." 

"yes, take it off." 

once the words leave your mouth, he unhooks your bra before sliding it down your arms, leaving you topless. k eyes your breast with hunger before squeezing them in his palms, making you gasp. you feel him smile against your skin before his lips replace one of his hands. a moan falls past your lips as he sucks on your nipple while twisting the other one with his fingers. 

your hands twist in his hair as continues to suck on your breast, leaving marks. his hand falls away from your other breast, slowly sliding down your stomach before trailing the edge of your underwear. 

"please k." you beg, wanting some kind of relief. he hummed against your breast, pulling away for a moment to smile at you. 

"you sound so pretty when you beg for me, beloved." his hand slipped past your underwear- fingers gliding along your soaked slit. "you're soaked for me." 

you let out a moan as k presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing gently, and giving you the relief you want. his other fingers tease your entrance before he slides one finger in. 

"fuck, k." you moan, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he starts moving his finger in and out of you in a slow pace. he then adds a second finger, stretching you out before increasing his pace. he was rewarded with another moan of his name from you. 

"i'm never going to get enough of you, beloved." he whispers, lips grazing your ear. his fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back. your chest presses against his as you tighten around him. "are you close? is that why your squeezing around my fingers?" 

"y-yes." you moan out when he curls his fingers again. "i'm c-close. fuck." 

he smirks at your answer, increasing his speed and watching you come undone in front of him. your nails dig into his shoulders as k brings you over the edge. k wraps his arm around you, holding you tightly to him as you reach your orgasm. he slows his pace as you come down before pulling his fingers out of you. 

"that was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen." k presses his lips to yours- you responding instantly. once he pulls away from you, you watch as he puts his hand that was covered in you in his mouth, sucking them clean. he groans as he tastes you. "i need more of you. will you let me taste you properly, beloved?" 

as soon as the word yes is out of your mouth, you're on your back in the blink of an eye. he kneels in between your legs, running his hands along your thighs until he reaches your underwear. you lift your hips for him when he starts to slowly slide them down your legs. once you were completely bare in front of him, his eyes raked over every inch of your body. and even though he already gave you one orgasm, you felt yourself becoming a little self conscious. you try to move your hands to cover yourself, but k's hands hold yours down. 

"none of that, beloved." he scolded, letting go of your hands. "there is no need to be self conscious with a body like this." 

k bends down to line his face up with your heat. his lips press to your inner thigh before he looks up at you. "everything about you drives me crazy. your scent. your blood. i feel like i'm loosing my mind." 

"i've been loosing my mind about you since i saw you for the first time, so i guess we're even." k laughs at your words, pressing on last kiss to your thigh before moving closer to you. you let out a gasp when he licks along your heat. "oh my god, k!" 

he smirks, watching as you jump when he brushes against your clit. you whine his name before he finally puts his lips on you, sucking harshly on your clit. 

"f-fuck, k!" 

"you taste so sweet, beloved. i could spend the rest of my life between of your thighs." 

his tongue teased your entrance, sliding in a few times before replacing them with his fingers again. you squeeze around his fingers as you adjust to him. once you were adjusted, his lips attached to your clit while he added a third finger into you. you clutched the sheets as a loud moan escaped you. his hand held your hips down while he feasted on you like it was his last meal. 

you felt your stomach twist as your second orgasm approached you. he mumbled something that you couldn't make out. you couldn't pay attention due to your second release washing over you. k continued to pleasure you through your orgasm, but he didn't stop once you had come down. you let out a whine before trying to pull away, but his hand tightened around your thigh, holding you in place. 

"my sweet beloved." he hummed as he continued to move his fingers inside of you. "you can handle one more before i fill you with my cock, can't you?" 

another whine came from your lips when he curled his fingers. "fuck, yes k." 

"good girl." he praises before bringing you to your third orgasm. 

you didn't think you could handle another one, but when you caught the outline of his hardened length, you could help but pull him closer to you when he finally lifted himself away from your heat. his lips crashed against your when he settled in between your legs. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. 

you moved your hand from around his neck, trailing down his stomach before unbuttoning his pants. he groaned into the kiss when your hand slipped past his clothes, gripping his hard length in your hand before squeezing. his hips moved against your hand when you started stroking him. 

"my beloved." k mumbled, reluctantly pulling away from your lips. he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. "i'm not going make it inside of you if you keep that up." 

you removed you hand from his pants as k pulls you into to another kiss before unhooking your legs from his waist. he moved off of you before standing up. you watched him intently as he removed his bottoms, leaving him bare in front of you. your eyes widened as you eyed his length. somehow you knew his dick would be a pretty as the rest of him. 

"beloved, i'm going to ruin you if you keep staring at me like that." you look up to meet his eyes that were so dilated, you could barely see any color. you raise your eyebrows with a smirk before motioning to him. 

"you expect to have a body like that, and me not stare?" 

you blink, and he's right back on top of you, kissing you like there's no tomorrow. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing them before wrapping them around his waist like before. as he does that, his length brushes against your heat making you shudder. 

"are you ready?" he asks you, lining himself up with you when you nod. "i'll go slow, but you need to tell me if i hurt you, okay?" 

you nod. "i will." 

once he got your confirmation, he started to slowly press into you. you moan as you feel him stretch you. you could tell he was being cautious, taking his time making sure you were comfortable even though he was struggling to do so. when his hips were flush against yours, he laid his forehead on yours, giving you time to adjust to him. 

it took you longer than you thought to adjust to him since he was so large. you tried to apologize, but k cut you off mid sentence with a kiss. he then proceeded to kiss all over your face, telling you sweet thoughts as he went. 

after a few minutes, you nodded your head to him, telling him he could move. he slowly pulled almost all the way out of you before pushing back in. when you tapped his shoulder whispering out more, he looked down at you in confirmation. 

"are you sure?" 

"yes. please, k." you answer him. he presses a kiss to your forehead before speeding up his pace and being rewarded with a moan from you. 

"you feel so good, my beloved." you squeeze around him at his words. he groans while head falls into your neck. "i'm not going to last long if you keep doing that." 

your nails rake down his back at a particular harsh thrust. you could tell he close, as were you. his hand moves your legs up higher on his waist, allowing him to hit and even deeper spot. you throw your head back in pleasure before k's lips find yours. his forehead rests on yours when he pulls back. you could tell he wanted something, but wouldn't say. it didn't take you but a second to realize when he glanced at your neck what he wanted. 

you grip the back of his neck, kissing him before nodding your head. "bite me." 

"are you sure?" he asks you. you feel your stomach twist, signaling your orgasm was close. you nodded your head. 

"k, bite me." 

he moved forward, kissing your mark before his fangs teased the area. you let out a pleading moan, and that was all k needed to sink his fangs into your neck. the pleasure from his bite was all you needed to bring you over the edge. a few seconds after you and a few harsh thrusts from k, he followed after you, filling you with a groan. 

his fangs left your neck, kissing the area before pulling away. his hands gripped your face as his lips find yours. even though you're on the brink of exhaustion, you find yourself kissing him back. 

"did i tire you out, my beloved?" k asked, pulling away with a smirk. you rolled your eyes, but ultimately agreed with him. 

"i don't think i've ever came so much." you hiss when he pulls out of you. his arms wrap around your back as he sits up, pulling you up with him. "what are you doing?" 

"shower." he answered, standing up with you wrapped around him like a koala. 

"i'm too tired, k." 

he sit you on the counter before turning the shower on. "don't worry about a thing, my beloved. let me take care of you." 

and take care of you he did. he washed your hair and body- being very careful not to hurt you before he bathed himself. once you two were done, he carried you back over to the counter before drying your hair and dressing you. he even took off whatever makeup you had left on your face. 

as he was taking off your makeup, you came to a realization. no matter how little time you knew him, you never wanted to be apart from him. that thought scared you immensely. but when he looked at you with a smile, all of those fears went away. you weren't going to say anything to him yet, not sure if he felt the same, but you knew without a doubt that you were in love with him. 

once you were nice and clean, he carried you back to bed, placing you under the blankets before putting on his boxers. he turned off the lights before sliding into bed with you. you instantly went to him, throwing your leg over his waist and resting your head on his chest. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. 

you place a kiss on his chest. "thank you." 

"you don't need to thank me for anything, beloved. if anything, i should thank you." 

"who knew you were so sweet?" you smile, jumping with he softly pinches your side. 

"you're not going to say that in a few hours when we go for round 2." you pull your head away from his chest, looking up at him with raised brows. 

"really?" he smiled at you, moving forward and kissing your temple. 

"is your brother single?"

"absolutely not!"

you let out a laugh at jia's words, watching as she launched herself across the room to where your friend mina was laying on her bed. she grabbed a pillow, hitting her while scolding her for even thinking about being with her brother.

"you're so dramatic." mina grumbled as she snatched the pillow away from jia. "it was just a question."

jia let out a scoff. "a stupid one. this is like friend's 101... don't go after the friend's brother. he's off limits."

"but didn't you literally just tell yn her and jo would look cute together?" you let out a groan as you were dragged into the conversation.

"yn doesn't count." jia answered. "she would be the only person allowed to date him."

"oh please don't start this again." you plead as mina looks between the two of you with confusion.

"start what? and why is she the only person allowed to date him?"

"because they're like perfect for each other." jia answered with a shrug- the same answer she had told you a million times. "first off, he barely talks to people unless he has to, but these two can sit and talk for hours. and he actually smiles around her too."

"oh so he's down bad?" mina asks with a smirk, noticing your red cheeks.

"no, she's just being dramatic." you argue.

"then why did we sit through a movie that i know jo hates because you said you loved it?" you tilt your head in confusion.

"he said he liked 10 things i hate about you."

jia ignored you as she looked back to mina. "the feeling is mutual as well."

"jia!"

"what?" she shrugged innocently. "we know i'm right. you've had a crush on him for like 2 years and haven't acted on it."

"it's not like i haven't tried..." you mumble, regretting the words as soon as they slipped out. they sounded almost as pathetic as having a crush for almost 2 years and not doing a thing about it.

especially when jo seemed completely oblivious to it.

you felt like there was no way jo hadn't noticed your crush on him just like you were sure he felt the same way, or at least jia made you think so. and yet nothing was ever done about it because there was that small voice telling you he didn't feel the same. that along with him not making any sort of move prevented you from doing anything further than what you were doing now- which was suffering.

you would flirt. he would flirt back. you came over upset, and he would be the first to ask you what was wrong, sitting there as you rant with this look on his face that made your chest tighten. if you went with their family out to eat, he was always making sure you were sat between him and jia.

he always stayed close enough to make your head spin but not close enough for it to ever feel like he wanted to be more than friends. a part of you felt like you were reading too much into things because if jo actually liked you back, he would've done something by now.

after jia had filled mina in on your little dilemma, she let out a sigh before grabbing her phone. "oh, i can fix this."

"fix what?" you ask.

"jo being too scared to make a move on you." she answered. you tried to stop her from whatever she was doing, but she ignored you causing you to look at jia who looked like she was on the same page as mina. "you need to go on a date with someone."

your jaw dropped before you could recover. "i don't need to go on a date."

that sounded better than the reality. you could go on a date, and you've tried before. the problem was that they weren't jo. you would just sit there listening to whatever story they were telling you while dreaming that jo sat there instead. maybe mina was right, and you did need one because that sounded really sad in your head.

"yes, you do." mina argued. "clearly sitting here moping around while waiting for jo to realize he's in love with you isn't working."

and that was how you ended up trapped in some restaurant you couldn't even pronounce with a guy who has spent the whole date talking about himself. at least the view from the window you were next to was nice.

when mina had set you up on this date, you tried to be optimistic even though it was the last thing you wanted, but things went south as soon as you sat down. at first you tried to be nice and ignore the fact that he's checked his phone multiple times already. that was until you realized he wasn't letting you talk, interrupting you the past three times you tried, leading you to just give up. then there was the whole menu discussion where he basically said if he was paying, you were going to pick whatever he chose- which was not very shockingly a salad.

at this point it felt more like a punishment than a date.

after another 5 minutes of listening to your lovely date talk, you finally hit your limit. you push your chair back, barely mumbling that you were going to the bathroom before leaving him sitting there. you ignored the sad look that your waitress gave you before you slipped into the empty bathroom.

you let out a deep breath as you leaned onto the sink. you knew if you called jia to come pick you up, she was going to make a scene which was something you didn't want. and with the way you were feeling now, you really didn't want to call mina which left you only one option- jo.

you listened as the phone rang twice before he answered. "hey."

"jo." you whine, hating the way your mind relaxed as soon as you heard his voice. "please tell me you're not busy."

"what's wrong?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.

"can you come pick me up?" you beg, peaking your head out to see that your date was on his phone. "this date is an actual nightmare. i'm about 5 minutes away from slinging myself off this pier."

you hear a shuffle from his end before the jingling of his keys. "send me your location. i'm on my way."

you let out a sigh of relief, sending him your location before leaving the bathroom. you thought about going back over there and let him know that you were leaving, but you decided against it, turning around before leaving the restaurant.

you waited near the entrance until he texted you he was hear. you wasted no time sliding into the passenger seat, letting out a groan as you slouch down in your seat. "jo, have i ever told you how much i love you?"

he looks over at you, a small smile on his face as he pulls out of the restaurant. "a couple of times."

"clearly not enough."

"that bad?" he asks, holding in a laugh when he heard you scoff.

"this man might have actually be the worst person i've ever met." you tell him, anger flaring up as you recalled your night to him. "he wouldn't let me talk, jo. he interrupted me every time i tried. like who does that?"

jo's hands tighten against the steering wheel, an action that goes unnoticed by you. "and then he basically ordered for me because i guess i look too stupid to know what i want to eat."

"what did he make you get?" he asks quietly.

"a salad." your answer made jo laugh making your jaw drop as you glare at him. "don't laugh at my suffering! this is the type of shit you see in movies. it shouldn't happen in real life."

"i'm not laughing at you. i just... i can't picture you agreeing to that."

"i didn't!" you exclaim. "i was too stunned to speak. not to mention i couldn't get more than two words in before he interrupted me. but you know, i could live with that. but what i can't stand is that he wouldn't stop checking his phone. like every 5 seconds he was checking it. why even agree to go on a date if you clearly don't want to be there? why waste my time?"

"you deserve better than that." your chest tightens at his words.

you deserved him is what you wanted to say. someone who would sit there for hours and listen to you rant with smile on his face. someone who would sit through a movie the apparently hated because you loved it. someone who would come pick you up from a date gone wrong that he forced you to go on because he wouldn't give you a clear sign that things weren't one sided.

but tonight proved that they were.

tonight had you fully convinced that you had spent the last two years thinking that his kindness was just something more. he knew about the date before because jia helped you get ready. he sat on the bed and watched her do your hair, joking with her while you were silently begging him to tell you not to go, but he never did. instead, he let you go on this date and is acting like the perfect friend by picking you up when things go sour.

jo dropped you off, noticing a change in your behavior as you thank him for the ride. you brush him off before leaving with one thought on your mind.

maybe it was time to get over him.

after a week of trying to distance yourself from jo, you've come to realize that trying to get over him was a lot easier in theory. it didn't help that it was almost impossible to avoid him when your best friends with his sister.

jia didn't believe you when you said that you were trying to get over jo because she knew you. she could also see you staring at him as he sat on the side of their pool.

"you're staring."

your head snaps towards her, a glare on your face despite the flush on your face. "no i wasn't."

"right." she said slowly, rolling her eyes as you failed to convince her. "and yuma's quiet."

as if on que, yuma's laughter rings out from the other side of the pool where he was currently attempting to shove nicholas into the water. you couldn't help but laugh when the roles reverse causing yuma to yell as he was pushed into the pool. when he came back up, his eyes landed on you, smiling when your eyes met.

"yn!"

you let out a sigh as you put your phone down. "what?"

"i need you to settle something for me." you raise your brows as he swims over towards you, gripping the ledge before easily lifting himself out of the water. "nicholas thinks i'd lose to jo in a fight which is insane. i mean, look at him!"

you were thankful you had on sunglasses as your eyes drift over to jo. he was still sitting on the ledge of the pool, wet hair falling into his eyes and water dripping from his skin from where he just got out of the water. his dark eyes were locked on you, a small smile on his lips.

"see?" nicholas yells from next to jo. "she looked at him and didn't answer. that mean's i'm right."

"he's also like a foot taller than you." you admit quietly, laughing when you heard yuma gasp.

"i'm not that short!"

you hum, tilting your sunglasses just enough to meet his eyes. "whatever helps you sleep at night."

"wow, i see how it is." he says flopping onto the lounge chair next to you. he shakes his head, getting rid of the excess water but getting you wet in the process.

"are you a fucking dog?"

"maybe." he says with a grin.

"yuma."

"yn." he mocks in the same tone making jia snort from where she was sitting next to you. you glare at him before turning your attention back to your phone.

"you're annoying."

"annoyingly hot." he says making you chuckle. you notice him lean forward out of the corner of your eye making you look back over. "you know, i'm seriously offended."

"that i think jo could take you in a fight?"

"no. you're still wrong about that, by the way." he answers. "i'm offended because you looked at jo for like a whole ten seconds and me for maybe two."

your eyes widen, heat rushing to your face. "yuma!"

"what?" he laughs. "i'm just saying if we're judging attractiveness, i deserve more staring time."

"oh my god." jia lets out a small laugh before muttering to you. "he's flirting with you in front of jo. this is amazing."

"i think the real question is am i succeeding?" you groan at his question, sinking lower into your chair while yuma lets out a loud laugh.

against your better judgment, you glance at jo which was a mistake because his eyes were already on you. you couldn't read the expression on his face, but you could see that his jaw was clenched.

"hey yuma."

yuma finally looks away from you and towards jo. "yeah?"

"leave her alone."

your jaw drops at his words. you didn't know how to respond, and neither did anyone else by the silence that hits the group. yuma, however, leans forward in his chair with a smirk. "or what?"

"yuma." jo warns, but all he got was a dismissive wave of his hand.

"relax, jo." yuma says as he turns back to you. "yn likes hanging around me."

"are you sure about that?" you question making him nod his head. he leaned closer before talking to where only you and jia could hear him.

"at least i make it obvious when i want something." from beside you, jia choked on her drink, clearly not expecting those words. not like you did either. you didn't know what do say, staring at him in shock, only stopping when he bumped your arm. "you're staring again."

"no i'm not." you say instinctively, thinking he was talking about jo, but he wasn't, smirking at your reaction.

"you are, but it's me this time." you snap out whatever you were in before, scoffing before sitting back against your seat.

"oh he's good." you shoot a glare at jia.

"thank you."

you look over towards jo when you see him move. he stands up, grabbing his empty drink, not looking at anyone as he says he's getting another drink. you watched at jo disappeared through the back door before letting out a sigh.

"well, that was fun." jia lets out a laugh at nicholas' words.

"you think?"

yuma looked over to you as you cast your attention to your lap. "he's jealous."

"he has no right to be jealous." you mutter, suddenly annoyed with jo. he didn't have any right to be jealous. not when he is the one who hasn't made a move when you had made it obvious that you like him. not when he left you constantly trying to figure out what he wanted.

"you gonna go talk to him?" jia asked making you shrug your shoulders. a part of you wanted to follow him and demand that he actually tell you what he wanted. the other part of you wanted to sneak away and leave before he could leave you disappointed again.

"if you don't, i'm going to keep annoying you." yuma said, smiling when you glare at him.

"haven't you done enough?"

"you haven't seen anything yet." he tells you. "besides, he's been unbearable about this for years."

nicholas took a seat next to jia before speaking. "yuma's right. if i have to hear one more time how perfect you are, i'm going to lose it."

"fine. i'll go talk to him." you say reluctantly getting out of the longue chair. "but if once again pushes me away, i'm going to kill all of you."

"you wouldn't do that. i'm too pretty to kill."

you ignore yuma as you step inside of the house before going to the kitchen. you see jo leaning on the counter scrolling mindlessly on his phone, body still tense from eariler. he didn't even acknowledge you until you cleared your throat, startling him before he looked at you. "oh, umm... did you need something?"

"yeah, i need you to tell me what that was out there." you say making his eyes widen. "leave her alone?"

"he looked like he was making you uncomfortable." he answered.

"i mean, he shocked me, but i wasn't uncomfortable." you tell him. "but why did it bother you?"

"it didn't."

you raise your brows. "so why did you run in here?"

"because i wanted something to drink."

"if that's the case, where's your drink?" your question made him freeze, glancing around when he realized that he never grabbed one. you crossed your arms over your chest when he avoided looking at you. "you and your sister have something in common. you're both horrible liars, so why don't you tell me the truth and tell me why you're jealous."

jo goes still at your words, wide eyes lifting back to yours. "i'm not jealous."

you let out a scoff, immediately catching onto his lie. "unbelievable. even now you can't tell me the truth."

"i don't..." you watch as he trails off, but you knew what he was going to say.

"go on." you push him. "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel anything for me"

his eyes stay on yours, but he doesn't make any move to answer you. you think you would have rather heard the lie than the silence because the silence proves that he does like you. he just won't make any move acting like he doesn't want you.

"i think we're done here, jo." you say defeated, taking a few steps back from him. "because you can try to deny it but i know you feel the same. why else would you listen to me rant for hours? why would you sit there and watch a movie you hate because i like it? why would you pick me up from that date if you didn't feel the same? but it doesn't matter now, does it? because you're too much of a coward to admit anything, and i don't deserve that. i'm done."

he calls out for you as you leave the kitchen, but you ignore him as you walked back outside. you heard yelling as soon as you stepped out the door, yuma and nicholas arguing about something. you walk back over to jia who was on her phone before sitting down.

"what happened?"

you glanced over at jia who immediately noticed the mad look on your face. "nothing at all."

"did he pull away again?" you don't answer her, choosing to bring your attention to your phone. "fucking idiot."

jo did eventually return back outside, but you refused to look his way even though you could feel his eyes on you. you were done playing the whole back and forth game with him. he could tell, but so could everyone else. both nicholas and yuma moved back over to jo to give you some distance, and yuma didn't flirt with you for the rest of the evening.

right as the sun was starting to set, you heard nicholas let out a groan. "i'm starving."

"pizza?" yuma asked, already pulling out his phone to order some. "the tv is set up for the game, right jo?"

"yeah."

you glance over when you hear yuma and nicholas start to argue about what pizza place to order from. all of you were supposed to watch the game together tonight, and you were supposed to stay the night-something that was honestly the last thing you wanted to do.

you sit up in your chair before looking over to jia who was already looking at you. "raincheck?"

"do you want me to come with you?" she asked, gaze flicking to her brother for a second.

you shake your head. "i'll be fine. i'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"you better." she pulled you into a short hug before grabbing your bag and walking you to your car. "text me when you get home."

"i will."

the drive back home was silent apart from your radio, but you weren't listening to it. your mind kept going to the kitchen, the words that jo didn't say. you could tell he wanted to, and that was the worst part. you knew he felt the same, but something was stopping him. you knew it wasn't jia because she has made it obvious that she wants the two of you to get together. maybe it was fear holding him back, but you weren't going to guess anymore.

by the time you got home, you were exhausted. you dropped your bag by the door before heading deeper into your place, looking for something to eat. unfortunately, you didn't have many options, leading you to settle with cereal.

after fixing your bowl, you head upstairs, already planning on taking a shower and pretending today didn't happen. you had just turned the corner when a knock echoed through your house. you let out a groan, already knowing who it was- jia. you loved her, but she never understood when you wanted space.

you set your cereal down before making your way towards the front door. "jia, i'm fine. you didn't have to-"

the rest of your sentence dies in your throat when you open the door because it isn't jia like you thought. it was jo, standing there in a hoodie looking just as defeated as you were.

"what are you doing here?"

"can we talk?"

"you mean like earlier where you just stood there and let me do all of the talking?" you question, making jo wince.

"i deserved that."

"you think?" you say, and against your better judgement, you wanted to know what he had to say. you wanted to know you weren't crazy for thinking he felt the same. you step aside for him to come inside. "you have 5 minutes."

you walk back to the living room and sit down. jo follows you, but he doesn't sit, choosing to stand in front of you. he's quiet for a second, something that almost bothered you until he decided to speak up. "you were right. i was jealous."

"why did you try to deny it?" you ask.

"because this whole thing is a mess." he answered, voice raising slightly. "do you have any idea how many times i've thought about being with you? how many times i've wanted to tell you?"

"why didn't you?"

"because you're jia's best friend." he says, stopping you when you try to speak. "yes, i know that she's okay with it, but would she feel the same if things went wrong? i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if i was the reason you two stopped talking. i was just trying to protect everyone."

your anger towards him slightly dissolves at his words because as frustrating as he was being, you understood where he was coming from. jia meant a lot to both of you, and he was trying to keep everything like it was not realizing how much it was bothering you.

but this doesn't mean you forgive him.

"i understand where you're coming from, but did you seriously think that jia and i would stop being friends because of a breakup?" you asked.

"none of us know how-"

"i do." you stop him. "if we dated and things didn't work out, jia would still be my best friend because my friendship with her has nothing to do with my relationship with you."

your words have him speechless, and this time you weren't listening to the silence. you stand up from the couch and walk back into your kitchen with jo following you. "you can keep saying you were trying to protect us, but i think you were scared. and instead of being honest with me and yourself, you hid behind jia."

you try to move around jo, but he moves to stand in your way. "jo-"

"i'm not just scared. i'm terrified." you look up at him, meeting his gaze. "i can't lose jia, and i can't lose you. i had this fear that if things went wrong, i wouldn't just lose you, i'd lose jia too. i know it's a horrible excuse, and you're right when you say you don't deserve any of this."

his hand grabs yours, thumb rubbing across the top of your hand. "do you know how hard it was watching yuma flirt with you and wondering if this is it? is he the one you choose while i try to get my act together?"

"i didn't flirt back despite you being an idiot." you say with a smile, making jo laugh.

"i know. you have showed me time and time again what you wanted, and i was too much of a coward to do anything about it." his hand moved to your cheek, eyes glancing down to your lips. "and if you'll let me, i want to show you what i want."

you know you should logically make him suffer a little bit longer since he made you wait so long, but you couldn't. not with the way his eyes lingered on your lips. "you're still an idiot."

he lets out a laugh, but stops when your hands grip his hoodie, pulling him down to you. his arms wrap around you as you kiss him. it was slow and sweet, savoring the moment you have waited forever for. it ended too soon for you, but jo didn't move far, keeping you tightly wrapped in his arms.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."

you let out a hum. "you sure took your sweet time."

you smile when he does, leaning into his touch when his hand grazes your cheek. as you do, his expressions shifts into something you haven't seen before. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" he asks.

"like you want to devour me or something."

"and what if i do?" his answer makes your eyes widen slightly. you can see the corner of his mouth twitch. "i said i wanted to show you what i wanted. i've only just started."

you barely had a chance to grasp his words before his lips were back on yours. his tongue softly coaxes a sigh from your lips, hands down your sides before resting low on your hips. his lips have you in a trance, locked in that you couldn't even feel him walking you backwards. it wasn't until your back hit your counter and he lifted you up that you pulled away from him.

he didn't stray far, lips kissing along your jaw. his hands find your thighs, sliding them open before stepping closer. you tilted your head, giving him access to your neck, gasping when his teeth nipped at your skin. "jo..."

"do you want me to stop?"

"don't you dare." you felt him chuckle at your words. "i felt like i've waited a lifetime for this."

"i know, pretty." he mumbles against your skin before lifting up from your neck, dark eyes locking with yours. "i know i'm an idiot, and i'll spend however long it takes to make up for it, starting tonight."

your mouth goes dry at his words, hoping you weren't understanding them wrong. "tonight?"

his hands slide to your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and pressing you to him. you could feel him straining through his pants, almost throbbing with you so close to him. "we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. i understand-"

"who said i didn't want to?" you ask, hands moving to the bottom of your shirt. you pull it over your head to reveal your bikini that you haven't changed out of yet- the one you caught him staring at multiple times.

you could barely blink before you were in his arms before he walked the two of you to your room. he kicks open your door before the two of you land on the bed in a tangled mess, his lip finding yours instantly. your hands slip under his hoodie, feeling his warm skin beneath your fingertips.

"you drove me crazy in this thing today." jo mumbled as his lips trailed along your jaw. his fingers toy with the string of your bikini, easily untying it with a single tug. "i didn't want the guys to see you."

"you could've just dragged me inside. i wouldn't have complained." you tell him as he slips the top off you, letting out a sound when his hands cup your breasts. his lips follow right after, biting and marking your chest.

"is that what you wanted? for me to lock you in my room and have my way with you?"

you go to respond but stop when jo's hand slips into your shorts, fingers finding your clit with ease. "oh my god."

"does that feel good?" he questions before his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud. he could feel you squirming beneath him, desperate for more of his touch.

your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at the strands. "fuck, jo."

he leaves your chest bruised and aching as he trails farther down your body. you let out a whine when his hands slip out of your shorts, lifting your hips when he tugs them down your legs, leaving you bare beneath him. "so pretty."

he took his time, kissing up your thigh so slowly you thought you were going to lose your mind. "jo- please."

he got the message, pressing one last kiss to your skin before his fingers find your dripping folds. you whine out when his finger spread you open for him, hearing let out a low groan before his tongue darts out to taste you. it was then he lost all patience for being slow, lips wrapping around your clit before sucking.

you let out a gasp, moaning his name at the action. "fucking hell jo."

you jerked when you felt him chuckle against you. you could barely pay attention to him moving your legs to rest on his shoulders before you felt his long finger ease inside of you. you back arched from the bed, another call of his name falling from you lips.

"so sweet, pretty girl." he mumbles, taking a second to look up at you. the way your eyes were closed, fingers clenched around your sheets. you let out a whimper when you feel a second finger slide into you as his tongue makes you see stars.

"oh god, j-jo." your hand leaves the sheets, tangling in his hair when his fingers curl inside you. you feel him groan at the action, pulling you even closer to his mouth.

he could feel your legs trembling, tightening around his head with every curl of his fingers. "are you going to come for me, pretty?"

you don't even get to answer when your release washes over you, sudden enough to steal your breath away. jo holds you tightly to him, cleaning every drop of your release before slowly pulling away. your hand slides away from his hair when he moves up your body, hands ghosting over your sides. he opens his mouth to say something, but is stopped when you grip his shirt, pulling him to you.

you lips collide with his, deep and slow as he feels your hands roam his body. they started out around his neck before trailing down his chest and under his shirt. your nails trace the lines on his stomach before you're pulling at his shirt. "off."

he sits up just enough to pull his shirt off before trying to move back on top of you, but you stopped him, pushing him back on the bed before moving on top of him. your lips find his neck, placing soft kisses to his flushed skin as your hands start to unbutton his pants. "can i?"

he barely hand a chance to answer before your hand was slipping into his pants, fingers wrapping around him before giving him a soft squeeze. "you're going to be the death of me."

"it's what you get for making me wait so long." you respond, removing your hand before tugging his pants down his legs. he was painfully hard and leaking, just begging for your touch.

your hand wrapped back around him before slowly moving your hand, watching as his head drops back against the pillow. "fuck."

you loved how sensitive he was, especially when your lips wrapped around him. his hand flew up to your hair as he called out your name. you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, hand wrapping around the rest. you set the pace almost painfully slow, dragging every moan and whimper from his lips.

"f- fuck, pretty." you felt his hand tighten around your hair making you look up at him. his eyes were screwed shut as he bit his lip to try to keep quiet. "i'm not- i need..."

you pull off of him, making sure to keep your hand moving along him. "you need what?"

"you."

"you have me." you taunt as you sit up, knowing exactly what he wants. "or is this not what you want?"

his eyes lock with yours, catching the smirk on your face before he sits up. his arms wrap around you before pulling you back on top of him making you moan when his tip brushes against your clit. he kissed you while his hands grip your waist, dragging your hips over his. "this is what i want."

you sit up, resting your hands on his chest as you lift your hips, letting him ease inside of you before you slowly sink back down. his hands dig into your hips, a low groan sliding past his lips as you stretch around him. "fuck, jo."

"you okay?" you nod your head, a quiet sound escaping your lips as your hips meet his. you lean forward, lips attaching to his as you slowly roll your hips. his meet you halfway, matching your pace so perfectly. "you feel so good, pretty. like a fucking dream."

you whine out his name, nails digging into his shoulders as you continue to roll your hips against his. every roll drove him mad until he couldn't take anymore, wrapping his arms around you before flipping you over. your back hits the mattress, gripping onto him as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

"jo, fuck!" you cry out, clinging onto him. he wraps your legs around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. "please."

"please what?" he asks, lips attaching to your neck. you whimper when you feel his teeth bite down, leaving a mark as he trails up to your ear. "what do you need, pretty?"

your hand found his wrist to try to ground yourself before he switched it to where you were holding his hand. "i'm close. i need to- fuck!"

his teeth graze your jaw as his fingers find your clit, making you clench around him as he rubs the sensitive bud. "then come for me, pretty."

as soon as you heard his words, your release came harder than you think it ever has. your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as you clench tightly around him making him groan. his hand moved from your core, gripping onto your hip as he buries himself deeply inside of you before his own release hits him.

he stilled, lips pressing to your skin as you both recover. "you okay?"

you nod, smiling before pulling his lips to yours. he cradled your face, lips grazing your temple when you winced as he pulled out of you. "i'll be right back."

he disappeared into your bathroom, coming back with a towel to clean you up. when he was done, he helped you slide underneath the covers before joining you. his arm finds your waist, pulling you flush against him. you rest your cheek on his chest as you get comfortable in his arms.

"do you have plans tomorrow?" jo asked making you scoff as you look up at him.

"no, and you better not either because you're taking me on a date."

your answer makes him smile. "that was the plan, pretty. and you can order whatever you want."

your jaw drops as he disses your last date, rolling your eyes when he laughs. "just for that you can go by yourself."

you try to move out of his arms, but they tighten around you, preventing you from moving. "you wouldn't dare."

"you're right. you have a lot to make up for." you say jokingly before relaxing back into his arms. "though i am kind of shocked you came here tonight."

"it wasn't the original plan if we're being honest." he says, making you look up at him. "i was going to wait until tomorrow to let things cool off, but then jia kicked me out of the house."

that made you laugh. "jia kicked you out?"

"yeah. she said i could either drag my sorry ass over hear and apologize, or i could sleep in the yard." he answers making you laugh.

"sounds like jia." you mumble, resting your head back down as you trace shapes onto his chest. "you know she's never going to let us live this down, right?"

jo lets out a small groan. "don't."

"i'm shocked she's not blowing up our phones right now. she's going to be insufferable the second she finds out we're together-"

"when she finds out?" he interrupts. "pretty, she knew before we did."

he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "you know, yuma is also never going to let me live this down."

you start laughing which made him laugh.

your boyfriend sucked. you often times questioned why you were with him. it started out fine, just like every other relationship, but along the way, something just went wrong. it was now argument after argument. headache after headache.

you two had been arguing over the same thing for the past week. he wanted something that you didn't, and so him being him, he's holding that over your head, refusing to do anything you want until you do this for him. you haven't let up, and you weren't going to, leaving you dreading what your next conversation with him was going to be.

you step out of your car, slamming the door as you walk up to the familiar apartment complex of your best friend. you had the place memorized at this point. you didn't even tell him you were coming, but he knew it was you as you slammed the door shut. you were the only one who had a key to his place.

nicholas looked up when you rounded the corner, pausing the tv when you throw your bag to the ground.

"trouble in paradise?" he asked as you sat down on the couch next to him. you get comfortable, throwing your feet on the table next to his as you lay your head against the back of the couch.

"when am i not?" you snort.

"why are you still with him?"

you shrug. "i don't know anymore. he was nothing like this when we first started dating. and now he's..."

nicholas looks over when you stop talking. you're biting your lip as tears threaten to fall. as many times as you and your boyfriend argued, you've never cried over it. you may have been angry but never upset like this.

he moves, shifting to get closer to you. "what did he do?"

"well, you know our first anniversary is coming up, so i asked him what he wanted. he told me that he wanted to take things to the next level in the bedroom. i didn't know what he was talking about, and he told me he wanted to stop wearing a condom since i'm on birth control. i told him no- that i wasn't comfortable with it. he blew up on me, saying that he won't have sex with me if he has to keep wearing one."

nicholas didn't say anything for a moment causing you to look over. and you could tell that he was hiding his anger. or least he was trying to, but knowing him for so long, you could tell how angry his was. he had a deep frown on his face with a clenched jaw.

"please tell me that you aren't thinking about appeasing the asshole."

you let out a scoff at him. "what the hell do you think? i told him that until he gets his head out of his ass, he can stay celibate for all i care."

"good girl." you roll your eyes at his response. "why don't you just end things? you said yourself you don't know why you were with him. plus, i don't like him."

you let out a laugh. "so i should end things with him just because you don't like him."

"yes." you chuckle at his blunt answer. "he's clearly not treating you right. and let's not forget the piece of shit threatened you just to try to get what he wants despite you saying no."

"i know he's not. i've been thinking about ending things with him. you know this. but according to you, none of my boyfriends have ever treated me right."

"that's because you have a shit taste in men." you kick his foot at the insult.

"you're a dick."

"you still like me though." you roll your eyes at his response.

"unfortunately." you mumble. "i feel like at this point, i don't even know how i should be treated."

"like how i treat you." you look over at him to see him already staring at you.

"yes because constant insults really shows a girl you treat them right." to prove your point, nicholas scoffed and shoved your shoulder. "i'm kidding, nicho."

"you better be."

"i just feel like i need to calm down." you tell him. "like i need to clear my head before dealing with him. i just don't know how."

"i could help, you know. get your mind off of things." you look over at nicholas' offer.

"how would you do that?" you look over when nicholas turns towards you. his hand finds your chin, thumb running over your bottom lip. you look up to see his dark gaze locked onto your face. you were used to him being touchy at times, but this was different. you should've pulled away, but you didn't want to, letting him lean in close enough to feel his breath brush over your skin.

"by making you forget about everything except me." your eyes widened at his answer. your legs twitched at the thought. it had been a while since you were able any sort of action due to your boyfriend throwing his tantrum, and you would be lying if you said you weren't sexually frustrated.

"what about-"

"don't say his name." nicholas stopped you. "you are a grown woman with needs, something he wouldn't help you with until you agreed to his stupid terms. he said it himself. besides, you know i can keep a secret."

your face flushes as you think back to last year. it was before you and your boyfriend had gotten together. you and nicholas went to a party. the both of you drank a little to much and ended up making out in the back of his car. it didn't go any further than that, but the two of you agreed to keep it a secret. you thought he forgot about it because he never brought it up again.

"you didn't forget, did you?" nicholas questions with a teasing tone, smirking when you shake your head. "you in my lap, claiming me with these sinful lips. begging me to keep going."

"don't." you beg, trying to get him to stop talking about that night that neither one of you can seem to forget.

"i'm not doing anything. just reliving a memory." nicholas pulls away from you, resting back on the couch. "i'm just trying to fulfill my duties as your best friend by helping you relax. don't you want to end thinks with a clear head?"

nicholas watches you as you sink back into the couch, seemingly disappointed that he pulled away. he could tell you were deep in thought, thinking about what he said.

"what would you helping me relax entail?" you asked.

"whatever you want it to." he answered. "tell me something he wouldn't do that you wanted."

"oh so you want a list." nicholas groaned at your answer.

"how the fuck are you with someone that clearly doesn't care about you or your pleasure?"

"like you said, i have shitty taste in men." you answer, shifting in your seat. "there is one thing that he never do when i asked for it."

"what is it?"

"he, um... i would go down on him, but he never returned the favor. he always said that women weren't clean enough for that." you watch as nicholas' jaw drops in shock, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "what? do you agree with him or something?"

"fuck no." he responds, his disgusted expression making you laugh. "i'm just trying to understand. what guy says no to that?"

you shrugged, not having an answer. nicholas leaned forward again, putting his arm on the other side of you, caging you against the couch. "is that what you want? for me to eat your pretty pussy until you're screaming my name?"

"nicho!" you exclaim, face turning red at his question.

"what?" he shrugged. "you wouldn't have said that if you weren't thinking it. all you have to do is say one little word."

"and what is that?"

"please." he answered with a smirk.

you thought about it for a moment. you would be lying if you said you never thought of your best friend in his way. especially since last year. you would also be lying if you said that you weren't turned on from his words. your boyfriend never talked to you like this. none of them have. but just those few words from nicholas have turned you on more than anyone else has.

"we'll keep this between us, right?" you asked, making nicholas smirk.

"it'll be our dirty little secret."

you nod your head at his words. "okay."

"that's not the word i want." nicholas tells you, leaning closer to you. his lips just barely brush yours as he speaks. "you know what i want."

"please." you mumble against his lips.

"please what, baby?" nicholas teases, smiling when you huff. "i'll do anything you want. just tell me."

you shift, feeling your underwear uncomfortably stick to your thighs. "please put your mouth on me. make me only think of you."

as soon as those words were out of your mouth, nicholas' lips attached to yours in a hungry kiss. all thoughts of how wrong this was slipped away when his tongue slid into your mouth with that same heat from last year. if anything, it was more. like he wasn't going to let you slip away from him this time.

his frame towered over you, hands gripping your thighs as your back hits the couch. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you by his shirt. you felt him smirk against your lips before pulling away from you. his lips found your jaw, trailing down until he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck. you gasped as his teeth slowly scraping against your smooth skin with every kiss before dragging his tongue back up towards your ear.

"you okay, baby?" you nod your head, your eyes meeting his. "do you want more?"

"please."

your world was tilted when his arms wrapped around you, picking you up with ease. you cling onto him as he brings you to his room, a place you had been in many times but never like this.

your back hit the mattress, nicholas' arms caging your head as he lands on top of you. his lips were back on yours, stealing your breath away as his hands traced your body, wanting to memorizing every curve of your body.

you gasped into his mouth when his hands covered your breasts, squeezing them in his palms. "nicho."

"if i remember correctly, you loved when i did this." he repeated the action, lips finding the part of your breasts that were falling out of your shirt. you moaned when you felt his teeth bite down, leaving a red mark that he tried to sooth with his tongue. "you said i could use my mouth. can i use it on these pretty tits baby?"

you nod your head. "god yes."

you sat up, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in a light pink lace bra. nicho let out a groan as his tongue traced along the edge of your bra. "you knew what you were doing when you came here, didn't you? my favorite girl wearing my favorite color."

"i take it you like it then? i just got it."

"you look so pretty for me." he answered, his hand reaching around to unclasp your bra. "too bad i'm about to ruin that."

he slid your bra down your arms, admiring as your nipples hardened as the air hit them. you barely had any time to react before his lips were attaching to your sensitive bud. you gasp, back arching when his teeth graze your nipple before being replaced by his tongue.

"does my girl like me playing with these perfect fucking tits?" you groan, hands found his arms, digging your nails into his skin as he sucked on your nipple. he released it with a pop before switching over to the other side, biting and bruising your skin. you could feel him chuckle at the sounds you were making.

he moved back up your body, smirking at the sight of you panting even though he's felt like he hasn't even started yet. his lips find yours in a heated kiss, teeth biting in your lower lips making you gasp into his mouth. his hand slides down your body, slipping underneath your skirt. his fingers dragged over the front of your panties, letting out a hum when he felt just how wet you were.

"tell me, baby." you gasped when his fingers pushed down firmly, the lace rubbing against your clit. "does that asshole make you this wet?"

your face flushes at his question, but you shake your head. "no. never."

"oh?" he questions as his hand slips past your panties, feeling you jerk as his fingers found your clit. he circles it with a firm touch, watching as you arched into his touch. "so i make you feel better than he ever has, and i haven't even started yet?"

you blink at him, slightly dazed for a moment before his words actually made sense. you whimper against his lips when he presses harder against your clit. "mhmm... nicho."

"that didn't sound like an answer." his hand left your clit making you whine as he pulls away from you. he sits back on his heals as he brings his glistening hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers as his eyes stay locked on yours. "if you want me to keep going, answer my question."

"yes."

"yes what?"

"you've made me feel better than he ever has." nicholas smirks at your words, especially when he sees the flush against your cheeks.

"that's my girl." his hands grip your waist, finding the zipper on your skirt before tugging it down your legs. "you look so pretty in pink. like a fucking dream."

he bends down, settling between your legs. without warning, his tongue ran over the lace of your panties. you jerk, legs trying to close on instant when his hands gripped your thighs. his hands dig into them before he slides them up, hooking his fingers around your panties before sliding them down your legs. his dark eyes scan every inch of your body before he shakes his head.

"idiot doesn't even know that he's lost the best thing to happen to him." he mumbles, pressing teasing kisses to your inner thigh. "his loss."

he dove into you, tongue licking a thick strip up your slit before his lips latch onto your clit. you jerk, crying out his name when his hand presses down on your stomach, holding you down. "i can't believe he never went down on this pretty pussy. you taste like heaven."

he was loud, groaning into you as he messily devoured you. your face heated up as heard the sounds of him licking and slurping. your heels dig into the bed, getting lost in pleasure, not even noticing his hand moving until he eased a finger inside of you.

"nicho!"

"that's what i want to hear, baby." he said as he slipped a second finger into you, listening as you moan as you adjust to him. he pushed his fingers in deep, dragging every single sound out of your mouth he could. your hand tangled in his pink hair, pulling at the strands as you push him closer to you. "good girl. telling me exactly what she wants."

his lips latch onto your clit, tongue flicking it as his fingers curl, hitting the spot that had your eyes squeezing shut. "oh my god, nicho."

his fingers continue to pump into you, now making sure to hit that spot every time. it left you trembling in his hold, thighs tightening around his head. sounds you've never made before were slipping uncontrollably from your lips, each one pushing nicholas on.

you could feel your orgasm coming fast. "nicho- i'm... i'm close."

"good." he pulled back just long enough to speak. "come on my tongue. do to me what you could never do with him."

with one last curl of his fingers, your orgasm slammed into you hard. you threw your head back, eyes squeezing shut as every muscle in your body clenched. nicholas groaned against you at the sigh, having watched all of it as he stayed attached to you. his fingers slid from you as his tongue keep tasting you, cleaning up every drop of your slick.

you barely had time to blink before nicholas' lips were on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. you groan against his lips, pulling his body closer to yours as he pulled away from you. "did that feel good, baby?"

"so good." you nodded, still recovering from your orgasm. "but i want more. please."

"one wasn't enough for you?" you shake your head at his question. "greedy little thing, huh? guess i'll have to stayed buried in this thighs a little while longer."

he went to move back down your body, but you stopped him. "you said to tell you what i want, and what i want is you."

he looked down when he felt your hands tug at his shirt. he looked back up at you, looking for any signs of wanting to stop, but all he saw was want. he moved close to you, resting his head against yours.

"are you sure? you're not going to regret this?"

"i'm sure." you tell him. "please. just make me feel good. i want to do what you said. forget everything but you."

"fuck baby." nicholas groaned as he rolled his hips against yours, no longer trying to hide his erection. you moan at the feeling. "is this what you want?"

you nod. "please, nicho. please fuck me."

he pulled away from you, yanking off his shirt. you'd seen him shirtless before, but this time felt different. he watched with a smirk as your eyes ran over him. "does my girl like what she sees?"

you nod, watching as his hands travel to his pants, pushing them down far enough to slide himself out. your mouth went dry at the sight of him, not expecting him to be that big. his hand wraps around himself, smearing precum over his length.

"eyes on me." you immediately lock eyes with him. he leans forward, hand gripping your jaw. "tell me one last time that this is really what you want."

"i want it. want you."

once the words were out of your mouth, his hands were on your waist, flipping you over. you landed on your stomach, letting nicholas freely position you the way you wanted to. your chest was pressed into the mattress while your ass was in the air. nicholas took his time letting his eyes rake over you, hands feeling and grabbing at your exposed skin.

he leaned over you, bare chest pressing into your back as he whispered into your ear. "are you going to be my good girl and take what ever i decide to give you?"

"yes." you whimper as his lips find your shoulder. "i'll take whatever you give me."

nicholas let out a hum before he pulled away from you completely. you looked behind you, watching him as he reaches over to his bedside table. he pulls out a condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth before sliding it onto him. "you look so good like this, baby."

he gripped himself before lining up with your entrance, dragging slowly through your dripping folds as he coated himself with you. you whimpered, silently begging him to give you more. his hand gripped your waist as his tip nudged your entrance. "ready?"

"yes." he pushed into you, making sure to go slow as he stretches you. "god- fuck nicho!"

"shit, baby. so fucking tight." he groaned, feeling as you clenched around him. the stretch almost felt too much as he continued to push in inch by inch. you let out a moan when his hips met yours, never having felt so full before. he stilled, leaning over your body and waiting for you to look at him. once you did, his lips pressed against yours. "you doing okay?"

"mhmm." you nod.

he moved back, hands gripping your hips as he pulled out of you before thrusting back into you. his set his rhythm, deep and brutal as he sped up to where you were crying out his name with each thrust. "this is what you needed, isn't it? a good fuck. something he could never do."

you whimper at his words, hands clutching the sheets as he dragged your hips to meet his every thrust. one of his hands found your breast, grabbing your nipple before pinching it beneath his fingers. "nicho!"

"he never knew how to handle all of this." you jolt as his hand lands against your ass. he rubs the red skin before doing it again. "he doesn't know how to take care of you, does he baby?"

"no. not like you." you hear him groan as you squeeze around him as his trusts hit even deeper inside of you. "nicho... please."

"do you still want more?" you nod your head at his question. his hand left your breast, ghosting down your stomach before slipping between your folds. his fingers pressed down on your clit before rubbing harshly, making you cry out. "how's that?"

you answered him by clenching around him. "so- so good."

he kept thrusting into you mercilessly, feeling him in your stomach as he showed no sign of stopping. you felt tears prick your eyes before they ran down your cheeks. "god, if you could see yourself right now, looking like a fucking wet dream. almost wants to make me take a picture to send to you lousy boyfriend, but he doesn't deserve to see this sight anymore."

"nicho." you cry, feeling your stomach clench. it felt like too much but not enough. "nicho, please."

"come on, baby. let me feel you come around me. something he'll never experience again."

your vision turned white as your orgasm hit you, nearly knocking the breath out of you. he groaned as you clenched around him, but he didn't stop, continuing to hit deep inside of you even through your orgasm. "my good fucking girl."

his fingers dug into your hips, bruising the skin as his thrusts turned messy. he collapsed onto you, chest pressing into your back as he groaned into your ear. he still inside of you, spilling into the condom. your orgasms left the both of you trying to catch your breaths. nicholas rested his head against your spine as he recovered.

you whimper as he slides out of you, helping you to lay on your back. his lips found yours as he rolled the condom off, throwing it away. he rested his head against yours, sleepy eyes finding yours. "did i do exactly what i said i would? did i clear this pretty little head?"

"you did that and so much more." you answered, words slightly slurred. "now i'm jealous of every woman that's been with you."

nicholas chuckled slightly at your words. "you don't have to be jealous. just break up with your boyfriend, and this could be yours."

"stop fucking with me." you shove at his chest, trying to push him away. he doesn't move though, staying close to you.

"i'm not." he argues. "i should've never agreed to forget last year."

your eyes widened at the confession. "why did you then?"

"because i thought you wanted to."

"i didn't." you told him, shocking him. "i did it because you pulled away that night, so i thought you didn't feel the same. that's why i started talking to him, so i could try to get over you."

"fuck baby." his lips found yours, kissing you with a newfound passion. "break up with him. please."

you nod your head, feeling as he sighs in relief. "come be my back up?"

"i was going to go with you whether you wanted me to or not." nicholas told you. "because you're mine now, isn't that right baby?."

you smile as he kisses you. "i guess so."

the painful grip that your boyfriend had on your hair mixed with your throat being full of his cock, your eyes started to tear up. you glanced up at nicholas and his hips stuttered, his breath catching in his throat.

“oh my god—dont—dont look at me like that,” nicholas moaned, pulling your head back slightly so he could watch how deep his tip hits the back of your throat.

“fuck, im close,” he moaned, his pace quickening. your hands gripped his legs as you watched him chase his high. his hips jerking forward before he stilled, his cock still deep inside your mouth while it filled with his cum.

you choked around him which made him pull out, but before you could even do anything else, he was kissing you. forcing you to keep his cum inside your lips, having him taste himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

“swallow it,” he demanded once he pulled away, his eyes staring back at yours, cold and stern. he loved watching you become his nasty girl.

and you did as you were told, you swallowed his release and took a breath, finally able to breathe again from all that. you watched his eyes light up with admiration, he loved watching how pretty you looked whenever he messed you up like this.

he moved you over to your shared bed and climbed on top of you, his hands instantly cupping your breasts from under your shirt. you never wore a bra when around him, knowing how obsessed he was with your tits. it always gave him free access to them whenever he wanted.

“baby, can i take this off?” he asked, referring to your shirt, which you quickly nodded. your nipples immediately hard as the cold air hit them, but it didnt last long before your boyfriend’s mouth was on them.

“fuck, nicho,” you whined. his tongue swirling around each bud, giving both breasts fair attention from his mouth. you could feel yourself getting wet just from this, nicho’s hand giving your tits a squeeze which caused you to whimper.

“you’re so perfect, so so pretty.” he praised as he kissed along the soft skin of your breast, his tongue flattened and sliding across them, leaving saliva all over.

whenever you and nicholas had sex, there was always a break section between the rough and dirty fucking, and that was nicho worshipping your tits. it wasnt until the 2nd year of you dating when you found out his obsession with your chest.

you always knew he liked your tits, what man wouldnt like a nice set of breasts? especially on the woman he loves? but nicholas.. oh he was a freak, he fantasized about yours. all his friends knew it too, he never shut up about it to them.

but he never wanted to rush you to his freaky desires, especially if you didnt like it. but during sex one time, you gave him the word. you pushed his head towards your boob and his face lit up.

“suck.” was all you had to say to change your sex life with him forever. now he never misses his chance to admire you, your body, praise you like you’re the finest piece of art in the world—and to him—you are, of course.

your thoughts were interrupted by his teeth, softly biting down on your skin. oh nicholas, always needing to leave his marks on your skin.

“please,” you moaned, looking down at him. he looked like he was in heaven, your chest covered in his spit and love bites, his cock fully hard again while you soaked up your inner thighs with need.

nicholas’ head snapped up at your plea, his face red with blush but his eyes filled with hunger. hunger for you. he nodded and smirked, settling into his spot right in front of your face, and you knew immediately.

your hands pushed both your breasts together so they were on either side of his hard, leaking cock. it twitched once it felt your soft skin, his lips releasing a loud whine before he looked into your eyes, begging if he could start.

you nodded and his cock started fucking between your tits, his thrusts sloppy due to the weird angle but he didnt care, you didnt care, no one cared.

he sped up, desperately trying to find that intense pleasure he always got from just this, how your head was leaned forward, mouth open, tongue out, so every time he fucked forward the tip of his cock would slide into your warm mouth.

no matter how many times this occurs within your sex life, it will never not be fucking sexy to you. watching how needy and pathetic nicholas gets just from your boobs always amazes you, and you love every second of it.

“oh fuck, fuck, princess—“ nicholas moaned, his cock twitching and begging to release, but he didnt want to end it so fast. he held in his climax, looking down to watch how dirty you looked in this position.

you leaned onto your elbows, causing a shift in the direction of his thrusts but made it even better, but now his cock slipped deeper into your mouth with every thrust. your tongue hitting his slit, nicholas felt like he was on fire.

“oh, oh, shit—“ he cursed, his hips jerking forward as he came. white strips of cum splattering across your face and onto your tongue, nicholas was breathing heavily when he moved himself off of your body to hover you, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

you moaned into the kiss, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer, deeper. he could taste himself again, never really enjoying it but nothing mattered to him when his lips were on yours, kissing the soul out of him.

his hand moved down to your panties, he gasped against your mouth as he felt how soaked you were. slowly feeling bad about how he didnt notice your needs sooner, but now its here. he pushes your undies to the side and inserted two of his fingers into your wetness.

your back arched at the sudden touch, your eyes rolling back behind your eyelids as you pushed your hips down onto his fingers. nicholas’ tongue still deep inside your mouth, inhaling your every sound.

your legs spread wider for him, giving him more room to finger fuck you. angling his fingers in all the good places, your thighs shaking slightly. “nicho, please, i need you.” you whined, finally pulling away from the passionate kiss.

nicholas didnt waste anytime after those words slipped through your lips. he removed his fingers from your cunt and ripped your panties off. he positioned himself between your legs, his cock already hard again before he pushed himself inside your heat, earning a loud cry from you.

“oh! my god,” you whimpered, finally embracing his cock with your soaked walls. nicholas groaned as even with how wet you are, you were still a bit tight but that didnt slow him down. he knew you needed to be fucked good and fucked good you will be.

“c’mon, princess, you can take it, hm?” he smirked before his pace quickened. the sounds of your needy cries and squelching of his cock sliding in and out of you, oh he was going mad.

you nodded, a small ‘yeah’ was whimpered out of you as you took him, as he used your cunt for his and your pleasure, needing to fill you up with his seed.

his hands gripped onto your hips tightly to keep you still as he pounded into your pussy, the tip of his cock nearly hitting your cervix, your stomach tightened with all the pleasure.

your skin was on fire, you were breathless but couldnt stop moaning, couldnt stop needing more. you felt like you needed him to live inside your pussy, never leaving. that’s how good nicholas always makes you feel, you never want him to stop.

“mmph—please! fuck!” you cry out, your hands gripping the bedsheets, back off the bed in a long arch. he wasnt slowing down, he wasnt going easier, he was fucking you with all he had. he was desperate, almost as desperate as you were.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good, taking my cock so well,” he praised. he was sweating, the sounds of skin slapping against each other was loud, but neither of you cared. you were always prepared to deal with noise complaints, but your pleasure was way more important right now. to the both of you.

“nicho, i’m close, im close!” you squeaked out as your thighs trembled on either side of his body, his nails digging into your skin. he was close too, his cock overstimulated with how much he had already came before.

“cum for me,” he groaned, snapping his hips roughly into you, slower but harder. you let out a loud broken cry as you came, your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling. nicholas was close behind you, his hips snapping hard and still as he filled up your cunt with his cum.

“good girl, good girl..” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck, breathless along with you. he stayed inside your cunt, giving you time to come down from the high, his fingers now soothing your hips. his lips kissing softly all around your skin, whispering soft nothings to you.

“‘m good now, fuck..” you breathed out, a small giggle leaving your lips as nicholas gave you his dumb cheeky smile. and just like that, he was your silly annoying boyfriend again.

“let’s stay like this for a while.” he said in a soft loving tone, all seriousness in his voice but all you could do was scoff. he was—mind you—still deep inside your cunt, and he wanted to stay like that? while his cum was dripping out from the sides?

“baby, thats nasty.” you whined, already feeling the stickiness from it all, but nicholas grumbled and pulled you closer to cuddle, a gasp leaving your mouth as his cock moved in you with it.

“you’re nasty, though.” he fought back, a grin across his lips as he held your hand and he said something you couldnt even deny. in the most sincere tone, he said—“you’re my nasty girl.”

You could hardly believe your ears and you exclaimed, "You told Euijoo?!"

"He asked," Nico replied nonchalantly while stripping off your panties as if nothing was amiss.

"God, you're so fucking annoying," you groaned, shaking your head. Nevertheless, you unclasped your bra and let it drop to the floor.

Nico went to work on his belt. "And you're noisy. Be quiet."

You bristled. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"

Nico looked you dead in the eyes and said, "You. You want this dick or not?"

You pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes in a glare, but said nothing. Your gaze fell down his body, lingering on his abs a moment before locking in on his hard cock.

"That's what I thought," Nico snapped, doing a little twirl with his finger. "Now turn around."

Obeying, because for the moment getting sex was more important to you than your temper, you faced the bed and propped up on your hands and knees, arching your back and spreading your legs. "You love being mean to me," you mumbled under your breath.

Nico spat on his hand and cupped your pussy, running his fingers intently between your folds. "You love it more than I do."

You tried not to throw yourself back toward him eagerly, burning with lust at his fingers playing with your pussy. "You could try to be nice to me every now and then," you said a moment later in a small voice.

"And watch this pussy dry up?" Nico scoffed. "No thanks."

"I really fucking hate you."

"I know," Nico said, guiding his cock to your entrance. "That's what makes it so good."

You sucked in a breath as he slid inside, easing his dick inside you with a few drawn-out strokes. Hiding your face in the mattress, you gripped the blankets for dear life as Nico's hands settled heavily on your hips, pulling you toward him as he sank in and out of you.

"Okay?" he asked once he was buried balls deep.

You nodded.

It didn't matter that you fucked twice a week, you still had to adjust to his size. Your body never quite got used to him; still stretching to accomodate his cock like it was the first time.

Nico gripped your waist and let his head fall back, groaning deep in his throat. "Fuck," he hissed, pumping his length in your pussy. "How do you feel so fucking good?"

"Fuck me up, Nico."

Nico was the only person that could make your mind stop. All the failed relationships, the stresses of work, the conflicts in your family, everything was gone when Nico was fucking you to another orgasm that made you see stars.

Your wanton sounds of pleasure filled the hotel room, music to Nico's ears. By now, he'd gathered your hair in his fist and used it to hold you in place, making sure you had that perfect arch in your back and your plump ass was in the air.

"This is my fucking pussy," Nico growled, reeling his free hand and landing it on your ass harshly, making a slap ring through the room. You cried out at the sting, but dared not argue. It was true. No man had ever made you feel this high.

You whimpered as Nico took you for all you were worth, snapping his hips into your ass like he had something to prove or he just wanted to put you in your place again. You'd given him hell at work, as usual, and Nico always used it as motivation to drill the living shit out of you.

The grip on your hair was brutal and so was his pace. His cock was digging against your sweet spot and making your eyes roll back in your head. And yet none of it was as harsh as his words.

"Yeah, my pretty little slut," Nico hissed, slapping your ass again. "This is what you're best at, huh? You were made to take this dick, yeah?"

"Yes," you whined, grappling with the blankets because he was fucking you hard enough to throw you off balance. If not for that vicious fist in your hair, you'd have fallen forward already.

Nico landed two more hits to your ass, but his heart wasn't in it. He was starting to get... annoyed. Actually, it had been building for a while. At first, he loved having the only dick that could get you off, but now he was feeling a little used. You still looked down at him at work, as if he wasn't filling you with cum on a regular basis.

Meanwhile, your feelings toward him had begun to shift too. You weren't looking down at Nico, you were trying to read him. How he could unload all his stress and frustration on you, burying himself inside you for hours, and then walk away like you meant nothing was kinda... painful.

"Nico," you said breathlessly. Your brain was trying to steal control from your body, and your heart was helping. "What did you tell Euijoo?"

Nico shoved himself in your cunt and stopped, taking a nice reprieve to catch his breath. He tugged on your hair and answered curtly, "That we fuck twice a week."

"That's all?"

"Is there more I left out?"

Your heart sank. "No. Nevermind," you stammered, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You were more aware than ever that his cock was currently inside you, but he felt absolutely nothing for you. Suddenly, your eyes began to burn.

Nico let go of your hair and brushed his hands over your hips, smoothing them over your waist. "Talk to me," he said softly.

You shook your head. "We don't talk. We fuck."

Nico pulled out of you.

Surprised and borderline panicking that he was about to leave you there, unsatisfied and empty, you asked, "What are you doing?"

The sentence was barely out of your mouth when Nico flipped you over onto your back. He grabbed your waist as you instinctively locked your legs around his hips and impaled you on his cock again.

You took one look at that handsome face and the overwhelming desire in his eyes, and covered your face with your hands in shame.

Nico, thrusting slowly inside you, said, "Look at me."

You resisted. This was too different, too new. Nico always took you from behind. You never even kissed. It was just sex. Actually, it was hate fucking. Never in a million lifetimes did you think Nico would feel anything for you other than loathing.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to opposite sides of your head. Whispering your name, Nico brushed his lips over yours, staring right through you, and warned, "If you wanna come, you better tell me what you're hiding."

"I can't."

"You will."

You sighed loudly, eyes on the ceiling past his head. If you looked into his eyes, you would fold. A tiny noise escaped you as he bottomed out. This didn't feel like sex for fun and pleasure anymore. It felt more like he was trying to torture all your secrets out of you.

Nico kept his grip on your wrists and rolled his hips, making sure his strokes were hitting just right. When your eyes fluttered he knew he had you, he'd been getting orgasms from you like clockwork for months. He knew your weak spots, and he was ready to use them.

"Nico, please," you begged, your voice breathless, like he'd stolen all the air out of the room. You knew gravity had shifted. He wasn't fucking your body anymore, he was fucking your mind.

As for your body, he was making love to it.

"Come on, pretty girl," Nico purred, his eyes burning into yours as he gloved his cock in your tight cunt. "You know you wanna tell me."

You bit your lip, fighting like hell to protect your pride. Meanwhile, your dignity was dead and buried.

"Just give in."

His voice was your undoing. So was his body, of course. You were being stripped bare and torn apart. It was building in your core and in your chest. You were going to explode.

Nico saw and felt it, and he stopped, quickly shoving both your hands above your head with his own, while the other wrapped around your throat.

"Please. Please," you chanted, your orgasm ripped away just when you'd started to taste it. Your body was writhing, trying to get just a little more friction.

"You're not coming until you give me what I want," Nico snapped down at you, his hold on your throat tight, but still letting you breathe. "You think I can't edge you as long as I need to? Baby, you'll regret trying me."

The tears were clouding your eyes now. Fuck, you didn't want to cry in front of him. It was weak and stupid. You didn't want your heart involved, but here she was, making you cry during sex like a bitch.

Nico suddenly cradled your head with both hands, his fingers in your hair gently, and he whispered, "Tell me what I already know, and I'll do whatever you want."

The sudden vulnerability from him made your dam burst. You reached up to grab his burly arms, finally allowing yourself to touch him. "I don't... wanna hate you anymore," you confessed, all the air going out of your lungs as you waited to hear your fate.

"So don't."

You blinked up at Nico in surprise.

He smiled down at you and said, "I stopped hating you the first night we slept together."

Your lips parted in disbelief. "What?"

"I knew it would take you longer," Nico teased, leaning in closer. "You're stubborn."

You gawked at him, because you had no goddamn idea what to say. He didn't hate you? You weren't the only one with feelings that had grown in between all the sex?

Nico grinned like he was fighting a laugh and kissed you, silencing all of your doubts. You could feel it in the kiss and in the way his arms wrapped around you - Nico wanted you to stay with him.

You kissed him back with all you had and carded your fingers into his hair. When Nico gathered you and sat up, keeping you in his lap with his cock still sheathed inside, you locked your legs around his hips and started to ride him.

The two of you moved until you were in sync, your bodies flush together, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart. You kissed each other ravenously, one starved for the other's taste. It would never be enough; you'd spend the rest of your lives constantly chasing euphoria with each other.

You came first, breaking from his lips to tip your head back and moan, eyes rolling into your head. Nico didn't hesitate to nip and suck at your neck, rocking against you to get every drop of pleasure out of you. His deep voice coaxed you with soft whispers, telling you everything you needed to hear.

Still dazed from the high, you grabbed Nico's shoulders and started to ride him like it was your job, determined to get him off harder than ever before, because this time it was different. Every move of your bodies now was like the sealing of a promise of the commitment you'd both been avoiding, but now grabbed at with all your might.

Nico panted against your neck, his hands firm on your hips, guiding your movements. Little nothings spilled from his lips when he finished inside your perfect pussy, clinging to you tightly as he painted your walls.

You fell back to the mattress, taking him with you, and Nico never let you go for a second, as if he was trapping you to him.

"We're never coming back to this hotel, I hope you know that," Nico rasped after a moment, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"I think we should go to my place and make a whole night of this," you told him bluntly, licking your lips. Your hunger wasn't sated; it had grown drastically in the last few minutes.

Nico lifted his head, his eyes a little wide. "Oh...," he trailed, smirking at you devilishly. "You're gonna drain me dry, aren't you?"

you slid your hand into the bag next to you, although it felt more like a deplenishing, foil carcass as you picked at the chip crumbs left in the bottom. every evening was like this; you sat at your desk, illuminated only by the vibrant, swirling colors of maps and graphs and charts. it wasn’t much, but it was honest work. if you were lucky, all you had to do was flip through traffic cams, monitor live street footage, and polish off whatever snack had been calling your name all day.  

“you got a train on sixty-first,” you announced, seemingly to no one in the comfort of your bedroom as you popped a pathetic third of a chip into your mouth, “don’t get hit.” 

the little green dot on your computer screen redirected, hooking a sharp left and avoiding the elevated subway track altogether. you rubbed your hands together, partially because you were satisfied with your expert directional skills and partially to clear your fingers of leftover crumbs. in the headset hugging your ears, lively static roared, followed by nicholas’s breathless voice. “can you crunch those chips any louder?” 

“i changed my mind, actually. take a shortcut through sixty-first.” 

nicholas had been the city’s favorite web-slinger for a couple of months, but he had been your best friend for way longer. you were grateful that he trusted you with his secret; you’d met him for a late-night frozen yogurt run, and he had pulled his t-shirt collar to the side in line for the toppings, revealing the royal blue and red that littered every front page of every newspaper. of course, you thought he was pranking you. not because you didn’t think he was capable of being a superhero- there was actually no doubt in your mind about that- but because he was a terrible liar. throughout your entire friendship, nicholas couldn’t so much as swipe a sip of your soda without looking extremely guilty. his hands were always the first giveaway, since they were too steady when he was lying. he overcompensated by seeming too sure of himself, palms pressed flat to his sides, chest puffed. like a caricature of an honest man. but that night, in front of the chocolate sprinkles and the gummy worms, his fingers trembled as he pulled the shirt collar away from his neck. his voice waivered when he asked, “are you upset with me?” 

you hadn’t been upset with him; you could not have possibly been. instead, you were upset with yourself. of course, you had noticed his absence when he skipped your friend group’s weekly game nights. you’d searched for him at every party, even when he had texted you some loose excuse about dog sitting or working extra hours, but you had never asked him about the dog or how his shift went. you’d never showed any interest about any of it. your ignorance to his situation made you feel like an awful, terrible friend, one whom nicholas still, for some reason, confided in. he had trusted you to not only keep his secret but to help him navigate his newfound responsibility, all from the comfort of your apartment. you had been upset with yourself, too, for the dull ache in your chest when you realized he wasn’t confessing something else to you in line for frozen yogurt.

you watched the green dot continue its consistent strides across your screen, the balmy beep of his vitals in the bottom left corner pacifying any nerves you might have had over the speed of his swings. his pulse was impressively steady at such heights, spiking only just before his webs made contact with the next rooftop, as if his new instincts might fail him. “you’re funny,” his voice cut through again, zero traces of humor in his tone, “you chew loud as fuck, though.” 

“i can hear every time you fart in the suit, by the way,” you added, fishing for another chip just to add fuel to the fire, “you’re disgusting.” 

“i’d like to see you try doing this shit without letting a little something slip,” nicholas countered, and you could hear the smile in his voice. you tracked the moving dot before you with the sounds of his webs stretching beneath his weight, “and i bet you’ve heard worse than that in your little eavesdropping sessions.” 

“yeah, i wish you’d stop doing that,” you sighed into your mic, leaning back in your chair. 

“what?” nicholas’s smirk was audible, his arrogance dripping through your headset, “having sex with other girls? are you jealous?” 

“having sex in the suit,” you pulled the mic as close to your mouth as you could, just to get it through his skull. one aspect of nicholas’s superhero persona that you didn’t fully expect was the amplified sex appeal. he had always been attractive, even when the two of you were in school. your classmates, all the way through university, would befriend you with the sole intentions of asking you to set them up with him. so while you were very popular for all the wrong reasons, nicholas bled charisma in sweatpants and a hoodie and basically had to scrape suitors off his arm at every turn. you admitted it- nicholas was hot, and, if it were possible, he was even hotter bound by spandex, the ridges of his muscles and slopes of his body taut and accentuated by the textured fabric. 

nicholas hesitated, most likely waiting for the ringing in his ears to subside. “if it helps, i take the suit off. mask stays on, though. don’t you worry.” 

you were all too familiar with the fact that he kept the mask on during his activities. only one time had you been concerned with the stationary nature of his tracker and the quick increase of his heartrate and slipped your headset over your ears. you’d received your answer before you could even ask what the holdup was, the moans and panting enough to tell you all you needed to know. you had swiped the headset off your ear so fast that you almost ignored the heat that pooled in your stomach, the twitch in your finger that wanted to reach for the headphones again. your mind betrayed you that night, conjuring flashes of nicholas’s sculpted torso, damp with sweat, and his thighs flexing, shifting that one delicious vein on his hip you’d mentally traced a thousand times. you should have known he would have turned the spiderman image into some kind of fetish, and you should have known you’d fall for it. and more. “it doesn’t help, and i am worried,” you said, , “it is my only job to make sure you don’t get, like, sniped or flattened. the least you could do is send a text.” 

“right, you’re right,” nicholas sighed to himself, “i’ll text next time and let you know i’m getting my web shooters unclogged.” 

“shit,” you muttered, sitting up straight in your desk chair. you swiped the almost empty chip bag away from your keyboard, blowing a direct gust of air over the keys to clear it of stray crumbs. 

nicholas sucked his teeth, “didnt like that one? what about ‘my spidey senses are tinglinggggg’?” 

you scrolled through the panel of security footage on your screen, the black and white boxes winking with commotion. people shuffled past, frantic and panicked. bulky figures stood brazen in the center of a convenience store, masks pulls over their faces and weapons in hand. you zoomed in on the pixelated image; hunkered behind barely stocked shelves were civilians. “nicholas,” you steadied your voice, a contrast to his joking, lilted tone, “there’s a robbery at the corner store about five blocks from you, th-the one with the mural and the backwards toilet.”

outside your window, the sun had long been set, but the city was alive, bright. streetlights flickered, bike bells clinked over the constant whir of traffic. the corner store was close to your apartment. you passed it every day on your walk home, and the owner would usually let you swipe a candy bar if you came in late enough. if you were bordering on drunk after a long night of bar hopping with nicholas, he would slide you a cold bottle of water. you watched nicholas, his green dot, shift directions, swinging at impressive and impending speeds toward the store. he asked, “how many?” 

“looks like four,” you gnawed on the inside of your cheek, “they’re armed, nico. try not to escalate anything. it looks like a hostage situation.” 

armed was a bit of an understatement. whatever these guys were up to, this stunt at the store was merely a test run. their weapons were unlike anything you’d seen, far from the typical handgun you’d seen nicholas satiate with a web a dozen times, and even further from a crowbar or pocket knife; these guys weilded otherworldly weaponry. literally. they radiated white-hot power, barrels glowing even in the grainy security footage, the existence of which made you even more skeptical about their intentions. one of the guys wore a device as a backpack, a nozzle connected to a tube slithering around his shoulders. you’d bet it was venomous, too. this type of villain was far beyond your pay-grade, which was a net zero dollars, and even further beyond your scope of knowledge. it seemed… wrong. all of it, but nicholas was already in pursuit, already touching down at the scene. 

you watched with your hand partially covering your face as nicholas, barely rendered in black and white, slipped through a broken window behind the men. his broad frame peeked from either side of the metal shelving as he slinked toward the civilians in the corner, lingering in the plentiful blindspots provided by their masks. through your headset, you could hear muffled and muddled speech, panicked gasps, and nicholas’s soothing voice promising safety. you knew he would provide, even if it put himself in danger. he whispered, knowing you could see him on the camera, “they’ve got the owner up front. think i can sneak these three out the way i came in?”  

“if you can do it while they’re distracted,” you kept your voice low, even though no one could possibly hear you but him, “and be careful.”

distracted was not the word you would use to describe them, though, as they cornered the store owner at the front counter. if they wanted the money in the safe, all they needed to do was melt the lock with the atomic goo shooter they each had resting under their arms. there was zero need for a combination, for a show like this. it was a display of force, of power. it was a trap. and you caught onto it too late, just as nicholas ushered the group of three hostages in a cluster on the back wall toward the gap in the shattered store window. 

your voice roared to life in his ear, “wait, nico-” 

and then everything fell apart. you watched, eyes unfaltering with horror, as nicholas all but threw the civilians out of the store. you knew they’d need stitches from the glass lining the window and the shards on the sidewalk outside, but at least they were alive, something you could only hope for nicholas as he ducked behind a shelf, shooting a web from his hand and pulling another toward him as a barricade. in your headset, you could hear him grunting, and you could hear the commotion in tandem with the shaking, blurry footage before you. it’s spiderman! get him! the men corralled around him, zapping their weapons in an intimidating performance. nicholas cleared his throat, his pulse spiking, “you gotta catch me first, idiots.” 

the scene erupted in mayhem; nicholas pulled two displays down on top of the guys, using their magazine covered bodies as a trampoline as he cleared his way to the other side of the room, throwing various snack and tourist items at the remaining two guys, the plastic wrapped sweets and handheld fans bouncing gracefully off their chests. you heard the hum of their weapons before you saw it, and you could only imagine how bright the glow was up-close. in a blaze of destruction, you watched nicholas evade the hot kiss of fire, basically running on top of the closely arranged shelving, his arms working faster than his brain. thankfully. “hey! that’s not fair,” he yelped, “i dont have a big fancy plasma ray!”

and then it all went dark- the footage ceased, leaving nothing but an empty, static hum. you flipped through the other cameras nearby, still hearing the clattering and zapping and whirring of whatever extraterrestrial technology nicholas was up against, but ultimately found nothing. you fullscreened his vitals, “i lost visual. get out of there, nicholas. im serious.” all you could do was wait. you slipped the headset off your ears, but you could still hear the faint grunting and smart-ass one-liners, watching as his heartrate spiked with the clatter, as his blood pressure dropped, as his respitatory rate climbed higher and higher. you had tunnel vision on that little blinking green dot in the center of chaos. it seemed to stir in circles, an endless loop from one corner of the room to another. you wondered how many times it could spin before it would eventually stop. 

you wondered and wondered until, finally, it did. after what felt like hours, the commotion on the other end ceased, the digital green fleck stalling out in an alleyway a block down. you weren’t sure when he had left the shop or how you’d missed it, but, thankfully, he was out of there. he wasn’t running, but his heart was thumping a mile a minute. and so was yours. you slipped the headset back on with a pit low in your stomach and whispered, “nico?” 

his breathing was ragged on the other side, and you could barely make out what he was saying, as if his earpiece got knocked loose, “how about, ‘getting a bit sticky tonight’?” 

“what?” 

“so you don’t intrude on my hookups,” he winced, “what if i texted you that im ‘getting sticky’? does that sound good?”

“that sounds fucking awful,” you admitted, the heaving of your chest evening out the more he talked. at least you knew he wasn’t too injured to be a dumbass. “they’re all terrible.” 

he chuckled to himself, and the sound made your breath catch in your throat. he had always been the full package: handsome, genuine, funny. the two of you could make a joke out of nothing and laugh until your sides stitched, smacking one another when your cackling fizzled into gasps. you’d be absolutely breathless, wiping your tears with your shirt. then, nicholas would wipe his tears with your shirt. and it would all start again. that kind of chemistry only found you once, and you’d refused to ever let him go. it pained you to hear his laugh, now, stifled by whatever injuries he’d sustained in the corner store. he coughed, sighing deep. you asked, “are you okay?” 

“took a ray gun to the shoulder,” nicholas’s voice was weak, amplified by the terrible sound quality, “better that than the ass, though. that’s what i always say.” 

“be serious with me. is it bad?” you stood up as you interrogated him, picking mindlessly at your fingernails. it felt like the city had surrendered, suddenly too quiet. the streetlamps hummed louder, traffic slowing. “can you swing home?” 

nicholas inhaled deep, heaving and huffing as he lifted himself off the ground. he choked out a pained noise, and you could practically imagine him doubled over, holding his shoulder like it would numb some of his pain. the beeping on your screen increased rapidly as he stood, his heartrate quickly surpassing yours. “fuck,” he gulped, “no, i can’t. i could try-”

“don’t,” you blurted before he could even consider making any of his injuries worse, for his own sake and for the sake of the community he swore to protect when he put on the suit. and for your sake, as well. the last thing you needed was him losing his strength mid-swing. “walk to mine- my roommate’s out for a few days.”

you expected a fight. you basically heard him nagging, you want me to walk to your apartment, suit out and everything? as if there weren’t spiderman impersonators on every corner. no one would have batted an eye. instead of arguing, nicholas caved with an exhausted sigh. “okay,” he sniffled, and it broke your heart. 

when you saw nicholas again, he was in color: royal blue, black, and so much more red than you were used to. he’d had enough strength reserved to climb your building’s fire escape and rap three times on your window. it was still cracked at the bottom, just enough for you to slot your fingers in and push the rest of the way up, revealing his masked face. a precautionary strand of web billowed in the city’s warm breaths, one he used to tether himself to the building, just in case. you held out a shaking hand to him, and you were thankful your heartrate wasn’t the one displayed on the computer across the room when he took it. his hands were warm even through the material of the suit, damp with what you hoped was sweat. you steadied him as he slipped through the window frame, and he let you. 

his injuries were worse than he claimed. ‘ray gun to the shoulder’ your ass. his shoulder was not the only place he was hit with a ray gun. his suit was tattered to bit on his torso, his shin, and the side of his mask was scorched, tattered down to his neck. you grabbed his face, instinctively, rolling the material around his neck up and up, slowly in case you revealed any new, secret lacerations. when you pulled the mask the rest of the way off his head, his hair poofed to life, falling almost perfectly over his sticky forehead, into his red-brimmed eyes. your fingers gently grabbed his chin, turning his head from side-to-side, scanning for signs of hurt but finding only a scratch in front of his ear and a cut on his lip. blood pooled there as he let a smile overtake his tired face, red teeth still shining as he asked, “what’s the damage, doc?” 

“not sure,” you said, tongue prodding your cheek as you feigned concern, “does this hurt?” you stuck your finger in your mouth, and then you stuck your finger in his ear. nicholas gasped, tucking his head into his shoulder and shoving your hand away. and then, he winced, coughing out a laugh and ghosting his palm over his stomach. seeing him in pain was worlds worse than hearing him. his brows seemed permanently creased, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, both from the fight and having to keep himself upright after. he didn’t have to do that, anymore, at least not by himself. “show me,” you coaxed. 

nicholas stepped out of what was left of the suit, kicking it absentmindedly under your bed if only to distract from the fact that he was bloodied and bruised and standing in nothing but his boxers. and you were so fucking close to him, warm hands smoothing over his neck, down his chest, picking up his hands and inspecting every individual knuckle on his fingers. you bent them, squeezed them. you spun him around to check his sides, traced the dip in the center of his back. that one might have been selfish, but it had to be done. checking reflexes, or whatever. there were reflexes in your back, right? 

his shins were merely scraped, as if he’d tripped in a parking lot. his shoulder, however, was worse than you anticipated, the gash deep and trickling a thick stream of blood down his arm now that the suit was no longer there to absorb it. you told him to stay, like a newly trained puppy, even though you knew he wouldn’t- couldn’t- go anywhere, and you slipped into the next room to grab whatever first-aid supplies you could find. some of the items you grabbed weren’t even first-aid, but you couldn’t think straight knowing your best friend was possibly bleeding out in your bedroom. and when you returned to the room, nicholas had slumped down into the floor, leaning back against the side of your bed. his head was leaned forward, legs outstretched before him. you’d sat with him like that before, once, when the two of you ate a little bit too much of a brownie your mutual friend had made. you stared out the window until the sun came up, unsure if you blinked even once the whole night. nicholas said you did, so you did. 

“still with me?” you half-joked as you crouched down in front of him. you dumped the supplies in a messy pile beside him, scrunching an old towel on the floor under his elbow to soak up the dripping blood. 

“i fucked it up,” he mumbled, voice quiet but broken, “the suit, and the mask. its all fucked.” 

“hey,” you put your hand on his other shoulder, a different kind of burning, and squeezed gently, “we’ll fix it.” 

you reached for a cloth, warm and wet, and wiped at the dried blood on his bicep. soft, delicate swirls on his skin left angry red splotches, like his cheeks when he was embarrassed or too sweaty. and when you inched closer to the wound itself, your touch was tender, like he was fragile. in many ways, he was- he just refused to show it. like any mask, his occasionally cracked, letting you see fragments of the turmoil beneath his cool, unbothered exterior. you dabbed the cloth against the gash in his skin, just once to see if the blood had stopped flowing, and nicholas’s entire body jerked beneath you. he sucked in a breath through stained, gritted teeth. you squeezed his other shoulder again, whispering, “sorry.” 

“you’ll fix it, you mean,” nicholas grumbles, keeping his head hanging carelessly on its axis, “that’s how this works. i mess things up, and you fix them.” he leaned his head back, then, against the side of your bed. for the first time all night, his gaze fell on yours, and he was so tired. in more ways than one. you furrowed your brows, taken aback by the sudden deprecation. 

“you don’t mess things up,” you were careful not to let your exterior split, not to let him see how deep that assumption really cut you. you reached for the bottle of saline solution and gently poured it over his shoulder. nicholas squeezed his eyes shut, balling his hand into a fist under you. a curse or two tumbled from his lips, but you couldn’t hear them over your repeated sorry, sorry, sorry as the liquid seeped in and around the cut. with most of the blood wiped away, it didn’t look nearly as bad. you breathed a sigh of relief, reaching for the roll of gauze next to you. “good news. i don’t think you’ll need stitches.” 

nicholas frowned, watching you roll out a small patch in your hands. “see,” he muttered, “fixing it right now.” even though your hands were shaking, even though you couldnt find the end of the roll to start unraveling it. you were a fumbling mess under his attention, but he didn’t care. he only saw the good parts of you, his gentle and attentive friend. even as you sat between his legs, skin sticking to him from the proximity and the growing heat of the room, he saw only his best friend. 

“stop acting like that, nico.” 

“like what?”

“like you aren’t important to people," your voice cracked with the volume, hushed but desperate. you wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him, but you couldn’t. he’d bleed again, and you’d have to get another towel and start this whole process over again. you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, attempting to disrupt the tension you’d accidentally brewed, like thick wine. “like you don’t save people.” 

“are you being serious right now?” nicholas tilted his head toward you, pressing you to make eye contact with him, even as he winced from the pull of his muscle. you kept your eyes focused on taping the gauze to his skin, like if you pulled your attention from the area, it would erupt. it would consume him entirely, like he was consuming you, his stare bearing into the skin of your cheek as you gnawed on it. nicholas blinked once, like he couldn’t believe you, “because i can’t do shit without you. all i have is sticky hands, and i had a cool suit before i got fucking knocked around like a ragdoll for an hour. all because i got the security camera shot and you couldn’t tell me what to do.” 

“you’re mad because i help you?” you flickered your eyes to his briefly and entirely on accident. from his tone, you expected fire, but you found only a glossy veneer over the dark, hazy eyes you knew so well. 

“no,” nicholas said, firmly. it was the most sure he’d sounded all night, or possibly ever. “i’m upset because i need you to help me. i need you to watch traffic cams so i don’t get flattened by a bus while i’m running from my problems. i need you to tell me when someone needs help because my spidey senses tap out at, like, two miles. i need you to tell me where to go when i’m all turned around. i’m not the hero- you are.” 

he let the tears fall as he spoke, lip quivering and hands shaking in an honest confession. he’d been vulnerable with you before, letting you see him cry during sad movies and admitting when one of your other friends hurt his feelings in passing. you’d been there for him after every breakup he’d endured and caused. you were no stranger to his emotions, but the culmination of events made this moment much more intense. it didn’t help that your nerves were wired so tight they might snap. nicholas shook under your touch as you taped the last strip over the gauze on his shoulder. good as new. nicholas inhaled, throat constricting the breath until it shook. he let his fingers wander to the hem of your shorts, pulling at the fabric to get your attention, “are you upset with me?” 

the tears welled in your eyes, too, as you wiped one stray droplet from the top of his splotchy cheek with your thumb. you let it dry on the pad of your finger. you said, the most sure you’d sounded all night, or possibly ever, “no.” 

you dragged your eyes up his neck as his throat bobbed, uncertainly, and your lips curled into a reassuring smile as you met his gaze again. there was a film over him, like sepia, like the color had been peeled from his face, until you cupped his cheek with your hand, smoothing your fingertips over the scratch in front of his ear. nicholas didn’t wince, only held his eyes steady on yours, fingers still drawing small circles on your thigh, just below the edge of your shorts. you leaned forward and dropped your head to his chest, resting your cheek on his skin, tacky with sweat, as your arms curled around his sides. nicholas lifted his good hand and placed it, naturally, between your shoulderblades, making languid strokes down your spine as you nestled into him. your voice was small as you spoke again, “you’re more than just spiderman, nicholas. i need you to know that.” 

“i know,” he whispered, “i’m also a major sex symbol.” and then he laughed, lightly. he laughed as much as he could without it hurting deep in his core where bruises would later bloom. 

“i’m being serious, nico,” you muttered, lightly smacking his back, “even if some people only see you as a piece of ass in spandex, they’d love you without the mask, too.” 

in the silence that lingered, you assumed nicholas was thinking about how to turn the fact that you called him a “piece of ass” around on you. it was a prime opportunity to make you regret being nice to him, to make you revoke all sincerity in the foreseeable future, but nicholas’s chest rose and fell in solid, pondering swells. you heard him open his mouth, inhale, and then abandon the idea. he did this three times in the silence, his hand stalling on your spine. and when he spoke, finally, his voice was hoarse, “do you?” 

“do i what?” 

“love me?” nicholas gulped, rigid under you, “without the mask?” 

you didn’t have to think about it, “yes.” 

you loved him completely and in a way even you didn’t fully understand. you would have done anything for him, knowing he felt the same about you because you were best friends. you’d signed a contract as children, one that was sealed in blood from a papercut binding the two of you together forever. you remembered something in there about getting married if you both reached a certain age without finding true love, along with standard bff contract business that swore loyalty to the other person and described snack-sharing laws; he would always take any flavor that was blue, and you would have first dibs on any red. you adhered to every detail in the contract even now, cutting the red and blue gummy worms in half at the frozen yogurt shop after he’d revealed his life-altering secret to you. and it was incredibly difficult to cut the worms after they’d been sitting in the frozen treats, but you did it anyway, sealed in blood. but you were acutely aware that you loved him in ways that exceeded that contract. you’d grown to love him in a real, authentic way. you’d imagined loving him for the rest of your life, and you’d felt ridiculous for it. 

nicholas’s heart slammed against his ribcage, over and over and over beneath your ear. you didn’t need the vitals on your computer to know his heartrate was through the roof. with a croak, he prompted, “in what way?” 

“well,” you tried to control the wave in your voice. in the same way you knew nicholas was lying when his hands were steady, he knew you were lying when your voice faltered. you were forever grateful that you rarely found the need to lie to him. you weren’t lying now, but it felt like you were omitting the truth. your voice was partially shaking as you gave him a half-lie. “you’re my best friend.” 

he traced his fingertips down your spine again. “and?” 

you sat up from your place between his thighs, peeling your cheek from his chest and feeling off-kilter from the warmth on one side of your face. you looked him in the eyes, keeping your expression soft despite your confusion. you could’t decipher his intentions. what would he gain from knowing your true feelings? unless he, too, had been keeping secrets from you. unless nicholas had been harboring feelings for you in a pit in his stomach just like you. unless nicholas had been pushing down the urge to hold your hand as you walked to the corner store just like you. there was only one way to find out, and the benefit of a near-death experience was that all confessions and actions could be retrospectively blamed on the adrenaline spike and confrontation with mortality. you pulled your eyes from his, flickering your attention to his lips for a fraction of a second, the spark of a dull match before the winning strike. but when your eyes returned, his were on your lips, too. and they stayed there. the match was blazing, curling in on itself, scorched and wilting the same way your tongue felt as it let the word tumble out, “and.” 

the way nicholas kissed you was the stuff of dreams, in that every touch was subtle; every choice was perceptive as he slotted his lips, gently, between yours. neither of you moved at first, simply swimming in the idea of it all. the taste of him made you dizzy, how sweet he was beneath the initial tang of metal, like the cheap chocolate coins you’d found at the store when you were younger that were shrouded in a contagious foil wrapper. the first press of his lips to yours was like peeling away the metallic, protective layer. nicholas pulled away, tentatively, before brushing his lips against yours, once and then twice, like he was testing the waters. it was you that made the second move, angling your head to capture his mouth in a kiss just as soft as the first. he sighed into you, his breath tickling your face as his hands settled low on your hips. 

you hummed against him, letting your body finally relax into his kiss, his touch. it felt strange, in the unfamiliar sense and nowhere near the wrong one. nicholas once confessed that it was unusual that the two of you had never “experimented,” that all close friends have kissed once or twice just to see. you’d laughed it off, then, but it was all beginning to make sense now. he was incredibly drunk when he said that, so gone that he probably didn’t even remember it, and you never brought it up, thinking you were preserving his dignity, that he would have been so humiliated to have even suggested kissing you. you wished that you could go back in time and tell that version of you to bring it up. bring it up as soon as humanly possible. you pressed your palms against his chest, sliding them up around the back of his neck at the same time you bumped your tongue against his lips. 

and when nicholas let you in, he let you in fully. the slide of his tongue against yours was electric, softly licking into your mouth and sending charged sparks to your belly like a livewire. you sucked his tongue deeper into you, and nicholas moaned. the sound was softer than you anticipated, less intense than you’d imagined. it was even less confident than you’d heard before, that fateful evening you had slipped the headset on and invaded his valuable privacy. this version of nicholas was unguarded, raw, yours. this version of nicholas was barely holding it together as you climbed further into his lap, threading your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. it was slow, sweet, and kind of messy, noses bumping in time with your overlapping sighs and moans. it was a perfect song. 

nicholas disconnected from you, resting his forehead on yours as you brushed the hair from sticking to the side of his face. he squeezed your waist, flitting his eyes to yours to gauge your reaction as he breathed, like a whisper, “i love you. i’ve loved you for a long time, i think,” he licked his lips, pressing them together into a thin line, “just didn’t know it.” 

you thought of every time you searched for him in a crowded room, especially the times you never found him. you thought of every protective arm thrown over your shoulder on your walks home. you thought of the years of heartfelt “goodnight” and “get home safe” conversations on the front stoop of your apartment, neither of you having the courage to say i love you, afraid of what it might really mean. even though you meant it with every shared meal, every impromptu sleepover, and every game thrown during game nights just to see the other beaming with pride. 

“i love you, too,” your smile felt like it was going to split your head right down the center, “i think.” you knew. but you understood how scary it must have been for him to tell you how he felt. you, however, were perfectly fine swallowing it down forever. for nicholas, if he confessed and you didn’t feel the same, he would have lost more than just the “brains” of his spiderman gig- he would've risked losing his best friend, too, although you couldn’t imagine a world where you cut nicholas off for any reason, especially for something as sweet as having a crush on you. he knew too much about you, anyhow, had endured too many of your late-night conspiracy theories and stress-induced breakdowns to get off the hook that easily. 

“don’t feel like you have to say it,” nicholas pulled back, letting you fully see his face, his serious, stern expression, “especially since i, like, cried and stuff.” 

“you cried?” you feigned ignorance, casting a curious glance at the ceiling and tapping your chin with an animated finger, “i don’t remember that, sorry.”

“right, right,” nicholas smiled, dropping his head to hide the flush on his cheeks, “i said that i was useless. do you remember that?”

“mhm,” you nodded, brows furrowing. you couldn’t tell where he was going with this, but you feared he was going to spiral again. luckily, you had a lot of practice keeping him afloat. you smoothed your hands down his neck as he manually turned the gears in his head. 

“okay,” nicholas’s hands cautiously slid beneath the hem of your shirt, just barely breaching the curve of your waist where the band of your shorts rested, folded over from leaning onto him. you sucked in a short gasp at the contact, feeling the goosebumps prickle your hot skin. “i said that i need you,” he squeezed your sides, pulling you closer to him. his voice was soft, breath fanning over your neck, “remember that?” 

nicholas tugged your waist until you were situated fully against him, straddling the plush expanse of his thighs, now painfully aware of just how clothed you were in comparison to the thin boxers hugging his figure. there had to be a way to wear clothes under the suit, but you didn’t care enough to find one, selfishly drinking in every inch of his soft, partially scraped and bruised skin. you’d never been able to touch him, not really. nicholas, on the other hand, was physically affectionate with you in ways you couldn’t even comprehend, constantly draping an arm over your shoulder or kicking your leg, playfully. you were afraid of what would happen if you did the same, if your arm would burst into a torch or your head would explode, like fireworks. because that would happen to you, of course. but now you were free to roam with selfish hands. you raked your fingertips up his sides, and the flames never came, but the fireworks did; they sparked low in your core as nicholas urged you even closer, settling you right above the obvious tent in his boxers. “is this okay?” he whispered, just for you. 

outside, the city stirred in short bursts of life. the warm breeze evolved into a rainstorm, the mellow pattering of droplets on the fire escape punctuating the sounds of your breathing, your gasps. “perfect,” you whispered back. you held his face in your hands, committing him to memory, breaking every rule you’d set for yourself since your feelings for him started shifting from friend to something else. you allowed yourself to kiss him again, slotting your lips into his, parting them and sliding your tongue over his. chocolate coins, blue gummy candy, cold water, rain on asphalt. you moaned into his mouth before you had even moved your hips, overwhelmed by him alone. but when you finally sank down, pressing your aching core against the strained outline of his cock, you felt the flames ignite. they started at your fingertips, threading through his hair and keeping his mouth moving hungrily on yours, and they traveled up your arms to your chest, where your heart threatened to either leap out of your ribs or fall flat into your stomach. and the flames settled in a blazing bouquet of heat right above your hips, where the friction of nicholas’s twitching cock nudged your clit in mind-numbing strokes. even through your shorts, you felt all of him, but you wanted more. 

“fuck,” nicholas’s hips twitched beneath you, tipping his head back with his eyes squeezed shut, “need to feel you. c-can you ride me?” 

“nico,” you rocked your hips, slowly, over him, shaking your head, “i don’t want to hurt you. let’s take it slow, yeah?” his wounds were still fresh, and you could only guess the places he’d be bruised tomorrow- his stomach, his ribs. the last thing you wanted to do was put him in any more pain, strain his body. 

“you won’t hurt me,” he whined, “well, you might, but i don’t care. i’ve been taking it slow for years.” nicholas dropped his hands from your waist to your ass, taking two fistfuls of your flesh and squeezing, mumbling against your lips, “i don’t want to wait anymore.” 

who were you to deny him? who were you to deny yourself? 

“okay, nico,” you breathed. you realized that this was one of many firsts: your first time with nicholas, your first time being on top with anyone, and, most prominently, your first time being nervous around him. he was magnetic and forgiving, and you were rarely afraid to be yourself around him. you doubted the existence of a judgmental bone in his perfect, fragile body. nicholas knew how to make you feel at home, how to ease your mind in unfamiliar situations. he held your hand when you first tried ice skating, and he didn’t laugh when you busted your ass eight times on the frozen rink. he helped you back up, both hands interlaced with yours, and kept you steady. you hoped he would do the same now, and you weren’t far off, his palms sliding, comfortingly, down your calves as you stood up from his lap to shimmy out of your shorts. 

it felt like autopilot, the way you’d played out these initial moments in your head dozens of times, all in a dreamlike haze and never reaching the good parts. it was like a poorly filmed highlight reel of nicholas’s mouth on your neck, clumsy hands getting caught in your bra, and the empty collision of bodies. you’d wake each morning feeling more frustrated than the last, logging onto your computer in the evening to casually track his every movement like you weren’t going to dream that night of elaborate weddings and lingering stares. but nothing compared to the reality, the electric nerves and adrenaline of having his calloused fingers striking, like matches, on your legs. your dreams couldnt imitate the fuzzy, fluttering pit in your chest as nicholas stared, fully rapt, fully captured by you, watching with his mouth softly agape as you stepped out of your underwear. 

if you could have slithered into his brain, you would have drowned beneath the overwhelming shroud of regret, swirling around in his skull like a swarm. the buzzing would have rattled you senseless. nicholas had more regrets than he cared to count, many of which concerned the type of socks he wore inside of his shoes and buying collectibles when his bank account begged him to buy some produce instead. his gut had regrets, too. but at the very center of the swarm, the queen, was how long he’d went denying his feelings for you. he had brushed his butterflies off as misfire, as sheer happiness. other people felt tingly when they hung out with their friends, too. he convinced himself that it was totally normal to lose all rational thinking within three feet of you. on any other occasion, he would have just asked you, as though you were his own personal search engine, but he couldn’t call you and ask what the movie you had just watched was about because he didn’t pay a lick of attention to anything that wasn’t you. when nicholas researched it himself, his i cant think straight around my best friend searches yielded results like you’re fucked, pal. and he so was. he regretted being in so deep and pushing it down, fucking other girls to get a reaction out of you like an asshole. because you were kind, you never gave him one. because you were perfect, you gave him shit for it, way less than he deserved. and now, he was sitting, weak in every way and completely at your mercy, grateful you were trusting him with your body, that you felt the same way for him. he regretted that, too, that he’d wasted so much time thinking you could never love him back. he wanted to lean over, pat the side of his head two times like a cartoon character, and let all his regrets spill out like scrabble pieces for you to see. instead, he slid his hands up the backs of your thighs, diligently, like it was second nature to pull you closer to him, and pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. he whispered against the tender, sensitive skin there, “my beautiful girl,” and hoped that would remedy the buzzing in his head. 

it did nothing to dull the buzzing in your belly, however; the intimate gesture only turned your insides over and over. his hair tickled your thighs as his pressed gentle kisses up and up, until his breath was ghosting over the soaked, puffy lips of your pussy. you resisted the urge to squeeze your legs together, already kind of embarrassed by how wet he had made you from nothing but jutting the outline of his cock against you and confessing. it was one thing to hear that he loved you; it was an entirely different thing to feel it, the warm, feather of a kiss he pressed to the top of your pussy. a shudder racked down your spine, mirroring the vibration of his voice as he asked, “is this okay?” 

you peered down at him, threading your fingers in the back of his hair. “perfect,” you said, again, and nicholas smiled, the expression bleeding all the way into his eyes. he dipped his tongue between your still slick folds, slowly drawing the hot muscle over your clit with a groan, one of pure gratification. like licking brownie batter off the spoon, he plunged his tongue deeper into you, curling it around the sensitive bud at the precipice until you were rocking, gingerly, on his mouth. 

he said, “so fucking sweet, baby,” and you felt your knees tremble beneath you, “soaking wet, sliding around on my tongue.” you curled your fingers in his hair as he hummed into your heat. the rumble of his voice went straight to your empty hole, pulsing around nothing. his lips drove you insane on a normal day- sweet, plump, and so expressive that you could read him from across the room- but, now, as he sucked your clit between them, his tongue flitting against it and twisting that molten coil inside of you, you were positive that he could have simply kissed you to orgasm. not that you would know, since he detached his lips from you just as the pleasure began to build, just as your chest began to swell unevenly, just as your hips moved with a mind of their own, chasing your high on his tongue. “not yet, angel.” 

compared to the smug expression on his face, you were undoubtedly scowling. nicholas reached for your hand, sliding it out of his hair and to his lips instead. he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, hoping it would dissolve the exasperated glare you were boring into him but knowing it would make him feel better about his selfish decision to want to feel your orgasm rather than taste it. although, he planned to do that, too, on a separate occasion when his shoulder was healed and he could prop your legs up around his neck and push you over the edge until you couldn’t think anymore. but for now, he soothed your annoyance with a small smile, trying to ignore how painfully hard he was in his boxers. there were many ways to fix that, but he was only interested in one. he tugged your hand until you were back on the floor with him, on your knees between his legs, just as you were earlier as you cleaned his wounds, as you tended to him like a book with a weathered spine. he would never deserve you- nicholas was certain of this. he was also certain that he was going to die if he didn’t feel you around him soon. 

and you felt the same; nicholas noticed the way you glanced down at his lap, at the outline of his dick constricted by thin material, mind running wild. from what you’d felt, you were positive he was going to split you in two, but you also knew he would piece you back together afterwards. you leaned forward, feeling your slick leak onto the inside of your thighs as you dipped your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down just enough to uncover his cock. he was beyond hard, tip leaking onto his stomach from a torturous ensnarement and shining glossy red like a coveted valentines candy. you thought about the contract, about how you had dibs on anything red. 

you thought he would come right then, as you wrapped your fist around his base. it was like he hadn’t been touched in ages when you knew from personal experience that he’d been messing around in the suit. but he never sounded like this when you’d accidentally tuned in, so unguarded and desperate that even the slightest graze of your hand made his hips buck. he sucked in a sharp breath, pinching his eyes closed. “you’re killing me.” 

“just returning the favor, dickhead,” you taunted, mourning your ruined orgasm as you stroked him, slowly. you let your lips brush against his, whispering over the sound of his panting, “or, what? did you want to come, too?” 

“f-fuck you,” nicholas rolled his eyes and then his hips, chasing your hand as you teased him, “or fuck me. please, fuck me.”  

only because he said “please,” and not at all because he was gorgeous, pliant putty in your hands did you succumb to his wishes, both of them. sure, you’d fuck yourself and, sure, you’d fuck him, all at once. you felt your walls clench in anticipation, pussy dripping as you positioned yourself over him. the descent onto his cock was agonizingly slow but absolutely necessary, letting your walls adjust to the stretch of him while reveling in the searing pleasure. nicholas leaned into you and captured your lips with his, attempting to swallow your moans. instead, he whined into your mouth, keeping his lips against yours as your jaw went slack. you felt so fucking full, having nearly taken all of him, unexpectedly thick and veiny. you felt him grating inside of you, slowly lighting up every nerve ending, stretching you to hell and back. you steadied yourself, gripping the edge of your bed behind him, surpassing his broad, stone-carved shoulders right in front of you. goddamn ray gun. 

you moaned into his mouth when you’d reached the base of him, when your centers met at last, at least physically. emotionally, you and nicholas had been intertwined more intimately than this for what might have been years, each of you too stupid to realize the other had been right in front of you the entire time. you realized this, looking straight into his eyes, hips brushing, your bottom lip stuck between his teeth: this was right. nicholas felt it, too, fingers splayed on your back in a comforting grasp. he was keeping you closer, if it were even possible. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, which you couldn’t help but sigh into, and mumbled, “beautiful,” he wrapped his arms tighter around your waist until you were practically flush against him, “so fucking beautiful, and mine.” 

and then, you moved, a faint roll of your hips that wrecked the both of you instantly. it was intoxicating, the throb of his thick cock inside of you. a moan ripped through you at the sensation, “fuck, nico.” 

“i know, baby,” he gulped, “you’re so tight.” 

baby. it felt natural, hearing him say it. his voice was deep and hypnotic, a slight rasp to it after the nights events. you wanted to take care of him, even now, with the tip of his cock nudging the depths of your body. so, you rode him slow, partially to keep his injuries from progressing but mostly because you wanted to feel him for as long as possible, wanted to savor the breathy groans and whines that spilled from his mouth every time you lifted almost completely off of him. you wanted to savor the feeling of his nails digging into your ass as he watched the point where your bodies were joined, where your pussy swallowed him, welcomed him. your pace was driving him wild, his hips lurching gently up into you, driving him deeper inside of you in a way you didn’t consider possible until it was happening. your entire body was on fire with him: the taste of him on your tongue, the caress of his palms down your spine, and the blistering pleasure coiling in your stomach from the steady tilt of your hips. 

“taking all of me so well, sweetheart,” nicholas groaned as you began to stutter, your movements growing messy as your climax approached. he slipped his hand between the two of you and pressed his thumb to your clit, sliding the pad of his finger along the swollen, sensitive bud in circles. the way you clenched around him only made him increase his speed, his pressure, drawing that coil inside of you tighter. “does that feel good? hm? tell me.”

“feels so good, nic,” you whined, “so, so good. i’m really close.” 

“come on my cock, baby, please,” nicholas pressed his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin as if you needed any convincing, “wanna feel you squeeze me, make a mess on me.” 

“wanna feel you, too,” you mumbled, and nicholas pulled his face away, shocked, like he couldn’t believe what you were asking him. but he didnt argue, only held onto your hip and rolled his, faster, to meet yours as you bobbed on his cock, his thumb still orbiting your clit in a pleasure-driven frenzy. “feels so good, nicholas. please don’t stop.” 

and he didn’t until you were doubled over, face buried in his chest as your orgasm barreled into you. you chanted his name over and over like a prayer, pussy fluttering and squeezing him even more than before. you kept your hips rolling, riding out both your orgasm and his as nicholas threw his head back, mouth agape. you felt him twitch inside of you before you felt the warmth pool in your core, hot, thick ropes of his cum pumping into you. “holy fuck,” he groaned, “still cumming. fuck.” everything was hot. his skin was still damp, small beads of sweat collecting on his neck, and you felt your own body clinging to his as you stilled on his lap. 

most prominently, however, you felt something strange, something cold where nicholas’s hands had latched onto you and had remained latched onto you for a concerning amount of time. curiously, you pawed at his wrist, attempting to disconnect his skin from yours, but it just wouldn’t budge. 

and then you realized: he was stuck. 

“nicholas,” you raised, “did you fucking web on me?” 

his cheeks bloomed red, a shy smile taking over his lips as his chest heaved, recovering from his intense orgasm. of course, you would have some shit to say to him immediately. but he wasn’t sure what you were talking about until he tried to pry his fingers from your flesh. as if he had superglued his hand to you, your skin stayed attached to him as he gently lifted his fingers. in a clump at the base of your spine, and draping in loose strands over your ass, was silk- a cluster of webbing, sticky and fresh. 

nicholas blinked, just as shocked as you, “uh, yeah, i did.” 

“you didn’t think to mention that before?” 

“honestly, it’s… new.” 

he was still working to pull his hands from you, slowly lifting and flexing his fingers in small, delicate motions. he was obviously embarrassed in a way you couldn’t understand. you thought he had more control over the web thing by this point, but, honestly, as long as it wasn’t in your hair, mouth, or eyes, you didn’t care. it was kind of… hot? 

you traced his jaw with your finger, biting back a shit-eating grin. “would you say i… unclogged your web shooters?” 

nicholas laughed, finally pulling his hand free before pressing a light kiss to your lips, “i knew you liked that one.” 

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