yuyu's cinnamon

you stare at the wall, at the shadows, at nothing.

satoru.

the name feels strange, almost foreign.

you haven't said it out loud in months.

haven't texted it.

haven't typed it.

haven't let yourself think about it much.

and yet, your heart still knows exactly what to do when it hears it.

it breaks, just a little.

“what happened?” 

the words leave your mouth before you can even stop them.

too fast.

too concerned.

too honest.

the woman explains.

minor injuries.

observation, nothing life-threatening.

you hear the words, you do.

but all you can think about is one thing, emergency contact.

why? 

why are you still here?

its been eight months. eight entire months. and somehow, when something went wrong, he still had your name attached right next to his.

you don't remember hanging up, you don't remember grabbing your keys, you can only remember driving through empty streets while the city slept around you.

the traffic lights changed for nobody, green, then yellow, then red.

repeating, and repeating, and repeating.

the whole time, memories kept finding you.

his simple apartment with that white couch.

the small grocery store arguments.

the way he'd steal food off your plate and then act shocked when you got annoyed.

the way he would look over his shoulder in large crowds to make sure you were still there with him.

the way he'd say your name when he was tired.

soft.

different.

like something fragile.

you grip the steering wheel harder.

you hate memories.

especially the ones that still feel warm and real.

…

when you finally reach the hospital, your pulse is louder than your footsteps.

room seventeen.

that's what the receptionist said.

room seventeen.

room seventeen.

room seventeen.

you repeat it in your head the entire walk there, no, more like a run.

maybe if you focus hard enough on the number, you won't have to focus on him.

then you hear his laugh.

and suddenly it's over.

every defense.

every carefully built wall.

all gone in the split of a second.

because nobody laughs like satoru.

nobody.

it's unfair, honestly.

how one singular sound can drag away months of healing behind a moving car.

you stop outside the curtain.

your hand hovers, for one second. two, three, then you push it open - and there he is.

messy white hair, hospital blanket, split lit, bandages, and those stupid blue eyes.

those stupid, stupid blue eyes.

they find yours immediately.

and for the first time all night, he looks surprised. real surprise.

not the fake dramatic kind.

not the sarcastic and theatrical kind.

the genuine kind.

like he didn't think you'd come, and stand there in the doorway with the moonlight illuminating your face.

and somehow that's the thing that hurts the most.

because of course you came.

of course.

he could disappear for years and you'd still recognize his voice in a crowded room

that's the awful thing about loving someone so much.

sometimes the love leaves.

sometimes it doesn't, and it stays with you for life, haunting you.

sometimes it just changes shape.

becomes quieter.

heavier.

something you carry instead of something you share.

“hey.”

his voice is rough, really rough.

sleepy.

human.

you haven't heart him sound human in a long time.

“hey.”

for a second, neither of you look away.

and it feels terrifying.

because there he is, not the memory.

not the version you've edited and re-edited inside your head for eight months.

the real one.

sitting right in front of you, feet away.

still existing.

still breathing.

still somehow looking at you like you hung the moon.

and suddenly you understand something.

the reason you never fully got over him. the reason every relationship after felt like they were missing something. the reason your heart still tightens whenever someone mentions his name.

it was never because he was perfect.

god knows he wasn't.

it was because he felt like home.

and unfortunately-

there were times where i could find my patience with yunho, and other times that called for more demanding ways of asserting myself. when it came to eating the last of my cookies, this was one of the many times where he deserved a good scolding no matter how precious he was to me. 

“they were going to expire today and you were at work, i didn’t want to bother,” he started, watching me regulate in real time as i set the box down at looked to him. “oh yeah? you have no problem sending me messages at work to distract me with other things,” i squint at him harshly, tucking my tongue in cheek as if i were restraining myself from an argument. instead, i’d figured there were other ways to get back at him. the next time he wanted a sweet treat after work, he would have to earn it indefinitely. 

“you know what?” i smile instead, raising my hands in surrender. he releases a sigh, not liking my sudden change in mood, knowing that this would be held against him somehow. his eyebrows raise inwards, now desperate to do damage control. he reaches for my hand, holding them with the utmost care to pull me in by the waist. i quickly kiss his cheek, looking up with the most deviant glare behind my smile. “noo– don’t do that, don’t act like it’s fine and use it against me later. i’ll buy you a new box,” you shake your head, walking back to our room to grab my towel. my silence makes him anxious, “three boxes. fuck, please!”

“good night baby."

i finally finish my shower, looking at the time on my phone and wrapping a towel around my hair. i allow it to semi-dry, applying moroccan oil to my roots and generously over the strands of my soft locs. i hear the door open and close, the chime alarming me of yunho’s return from work, i hear his voice call for me, anticipating my presence at home. i put on his shirt, with nothing but underwear on underneath.

a grin graces my face as i walk into the common room to greet him with his gym bag in hand, reaching on the tip of my toes to cup his face where he meets me for a kiss. he smiles, dropping the bag near our sofa. the taller asks about my day, earning a shrug. i stayed in today, remotely working so i could be prepared for a work meeting tomorrow and physically present. his arm slings around the small of my back as he keeps me for another kiss, then another. i simply smile,

pulling back after he attempted to deepen it, his lips chasing mine and a small sigh from the missed touch. 

walking over to the kitchen counter, i open a new box of the cookies he bought me after last week. he follows with a grocery bag in hand. for some reason, he had forgotten about how he destroyed half a box of cookies even as he walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. he takes a sip, placing it next to us as he approaches, stalking me almost to trap me into another kiss. i stood innocently, pressed against the counter as i took a bite and looked back at him to offer him a bite. he cranes his neck downward to take a bite as i take a sip of his water with another hand. 

as he chews, he pulls back slowly, planting his face to the side of my head to smell. “you showered just now?” you nod, focused on eating another small biscuit, his firm chest pressed against the back of your head. you could hear the eagerness in his voice from the question alone. “are we still doing movies tonight? i’ll help with dinner.” he adds the last part as if he usually doesn’t, but wanting to emphasize there was something he wanted to earn. i nod and turn myself, giving way for him to trap me completely. i act like i’m unaffected, simply snacking and looking at my phone, which i put down after a couple of forehead kisses.

“what are we making?”

i shrug at the question, finishing the last of my cookie and draping my arms around his neck. he picks me up to place me on the counter. “we made pasta last night, i remember you said you said you wanted to try a spring salad with shrimp?” he taps the grocery bag on the table, which i assume held the ingredients to a recipe i didn’t give him yet but was certain he was prepared for in thought. i nodded, pecking his nose. god, he made it hard for me to keep this grudge. i need to get it over with tonight. 

“i was thinking we could decompress a bit before dinner?” he asks, checking the time before checking me out with his hands firmly planted on my sides. his doe brown eyes were rarely dark with lust, only admiring shamelessly what he knew was all his to have usually. “decompress how?” i ask, tilting my head up into his hand that demanded it. he plays with my now mostly dry hair, my legs wrapping around him to press against me. 

“i was going to say a shower but you beat me to that,” he smiled, “ which is okay, i showered at the gym. i think i wanted something right now anyways..”

he drawed his suggestion out with his thumb tracing my sides, squeezing. i felt a tilt in my stance and knew that i had to be firm with this grudge. i had to show that i meant business. these are my period cramp cookies we’re talking about here. i lock in, tilting my head innocently, watching his

jaw clench at the sight. usually i would catch on or initiate, “use your words, yunho. what is it?” i searched his eyes for any sort of sanity as it started to leave in fragments. 

his hands moved down my hips, the right one sliding between the thin layer of his shirt and my skin. my thighs parted naturally, and he leaned in to kiss me again, receiving yet another dodge. “did i do something wrong?” his soft voice of concern nearly pricked at my consciousness until i tasted the remnants of the sugar cookie on my own lip, licking it. i shake my head, furrowing my brows. “no, why?” 

“then kiss me,” his demand was more of a plea, his eyes frantically searching mine. he leaned in again and i dodge, resting my lips against his neck to kiss. a frail groan escapes him and i whisper in his ear. “i think you’ve had enough sweets and treats lately, no?” he pulls back, looking at me in confusion before looking at the box of cookies next to me. 

“fuck. you’re still mad about that?”

i frown, nodding with a slightly pouted lip. he chuckled half-heartedly, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trying to kiss me again for a third time to double-check how serious i was. his small smile dropped, his hands now under the shirt i wore and planted on my upper thighs, thumbs circling my skin slowly. i was almost distracted as he spoke to me with deep care and restraint. 

“i’m sorry, i really am, petal– here, let me make it up to you,” my eyes flutter shut, a small gasp escaping my lips as he kissed my neck gently, forcing me to lean back onto the counter. i let him kiss me for a minute, nearly losing my head in the way his tongue flicked against my skin. i’m sure he felt my thighs twitch almost shut as i tried not to show any sign of caving. i shake my head, “what makes you think you deserve a treat that easily?” my stern demeanor forces a sigh from him, his hands now lifting me to carry me to our room. 

i don’t retaliate, enjoying the short lived ride. he places me on the bed, where i cross my leg over another and fold my arms, looking up at him. he stands in front of me, lost as to what he should or could do. he surrenders his hands, descending to one knee and shifting to both on the ground. his cold, firm hands find my legs again where he rubs to get anything at this point, i shake my head and remove his hands from my thighs. 

yunho looked up, his eyes filled with need for me to drink in with every word that left his lips. “what i did was unforgivable,” he pandered to the seriousness of the crime he committed to me, “i understand. and i want you to let me make it up to you.” his hands pressed together and met at my ankles. he leaned down, groveling at my feet to kiss the top of my feet, placing another one on my ankles. his face pressed against my legs, his head now leaning onto me as i played with

the strands of his hair before tugging on it. i pull his head to angle upwards at me, smiling at the deprivation evident. he was practically drooling from my scent alone, biting his lip to tempt me. 

i leaned down, watching his eyes shut as our noses stood side by side, lips preparing for an embrace that never came. i look down at him through hooded eyes, watching his pretty eyes flutter back open up at me. 

“if you want me, you can handle being a good boy for me then?” 

his adams apple responded with a nod before his head did, triggered straight into a headspace deadset on obedience. he watched every move eagerly, starting with my foot that came up to his shirt and pressed against his chest. he sat still, still kneeling on the back of his heels which i’m sure was bound to be uncomfortable soon. good. i raised an eye brow, expecting a reply to which he picked up on with quickness. 

“y-yes ma’am. i can be good,” he didn’t dare to move an inch when i pushed against his firm chest with my foot. “i’ll be good for you.”

yunho makes sure his hands rest on his lap, anxious to touch me but wanting to earn every single touch. his chocolate brown pupils were large in need as i raised one foot up slowly to rest on his shoulder, offering a view under my shirt when i comfortably placed him another foot on his other shoulder. i hook a finger in the air to signal him closer, his view much closer and my scent much more prominent especially after showering. he closed his eyes for a moment, relishing it all with much restraint. 

he looked so pretty this way as much as i adored the size difference with him hovering over me all the time. much of the time i didn’t dare to look him in the eyes to not provoke him. but now i could provoke him as much as i wanted– even if it broke him. i knew the frustration was about more than the cookies but not feeling heard most of the time, which we spoke about already, and healthily so. but the thought of getting some steam out regarding my frustration with his recent mistakes was more tempting than usual forgiveness. my face rests on his cheek, his eyes looking up, prepared for what was next. his jaw stiffens.

a crisp sound of skin pierces the air. 

“look at you getting hard from this,” i smiled, knowing just badly he must be aching under his pants. “look straight. you don’t get to look at me. look at my panties that you’ll never be able to touch or pull off for the next week.” a huff left his lips, tickling my inner thigh. i slap him again, making sure the blow was not too harsh but enough to rosy his cheeks even more. he was practically salivating, his eyes trained on my underwear that dampened at the sight of him in this

state. it never took much for me to react to yunho in need– or generally. surely, there was some sort of science to this because it was like he could smell my own need threatening to leak from the lacy black cotton i wore. 

he mutters a small plea, looking down. i force his head back straight, playing with his hair. he sat, trained like a dog waiting for a bone– once a puppy with no restraint and no discipline. i knew that it took one word for him to break form and ravage me in all the ways i wanted, but i couldn’t just yet. i know how badly he wanted to adjust himself so i allowed him.

“fix it,” yunho shamefully bows his head, positioning his hard on otherwise as if it still wasn’t threatening to burst. his sweats were starting to reveal a dark stain on the front from what i could only assume was precum. 

i smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he did earlier in the kitchen. i played with hair some more, telling him about my day. he listened attentively, eyes still glued straight. i could tell he was trying not to look up at me as much, his head tilting instinctively when i told him about how badly i wanted him to come home. i give him a look, placing my hand on his cheek to forewarn him, delivering another slap. he moans this time, his body jolting in pleasure this time. the stain grows, darkening with the look in my eyes. 

i’m throbbing at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of me, taking me for his own pleasure even if it was from hearing me say his name. my lips fix another command, “strip.”

i gently let my legs drop, biting my lip when he stands up and over me once again. knowing how much stronger and bigger he was than me was the cherry on top, truly. he could just have me and i would take it. but knowing yunho, he was much more dedicated to pleasing me more than physically, understanding that taking it would be only driven by greed. the same greed that landed him in this position in the first place. 

finally, he removes his boxers, my bottom lip caught by my teeth as it sprung angrily. i remove my panties, which he fails to notice with his head down. his hands moved to cover himself, embarrassed by how turned on he was after being slapped around and spoken down to. “come, sit.” he returns to his former stance, my legs draping over his shoulders again. he shuts his eyes tightly, face flushed with lust, his blush consuming his face and revealing his need. i place my heels against the back of his shoulders to hook him closer, forcing him to sit up and come face to my crotch. “look at me,” his head tilts up. his eyes are watery with need, his adam’s apple bobbing again. 

“you want it?” he just nods, my face displeased with the response. 

“yes ma’am. i need it, please,” his voice breaks with desperation. 

his chest rises, our eyes locking and breaths syncing. “fetch.”

he pulls my hips forward and i lean back to catch myself as his tongue delves into the concave of my desire. my breath hitches, a gasp elicits from the feeling of his groans purring against my skin. he didn’t waste any time leaving hickeys on my thighs again, simply burying his face into me. the tip of his nose rests over my clit, his inhales and exhales brushing my skin. 

“oh– fuck,” i breathily moaned, pulling his hair away to give myself a moment to adjust. he didn’t budge, the attempt only strengthened his hold on me, his blunt nails digging into my skin. all i could do was lean my head back and try to focus on not cumming this quickly, his sounds begging the drops of pleasure to drip straight from me and into his mouth. 

my heart was beating out of my chest, whines exhaling with my attempts to breathe. he responded with moans, not daring to touch himself. he scoots closer to the edge of the bed, lifting one leg up to hold as it trembled in his hand. he had both of my knees now to my chest, his lips now kissing the back of my legs. he spreads my legs again for a moment to look at me, begging to kiss me with his glossed lips. i nod, pulling him down onto me with our hips flushed together. his hips rutted against me, a shaky groan gracing my lips. 

he only rubs the shaft against me, allowing me to lubricate what i hadn’t decided would go inside of me yet. and he knew. he waited, pleading against my lips, waiting for permission to have me. i shake my head, watching his face contort in a depraved hotness. he begs again this time, needier than before, his voice whiney and broken although he hadn’t said much since we left the kitchen. his kisses found my neck, making a home in the crook. a string of whines and moans come out, muffled into the sheets and me, mixing with my breathy teases. 

“you’re so cute like this, you really can’t fuck me unless i let you, hm?” he shook his head, noisily protesting my antagonisms. “and usually you just take it. but you can’t this time, right?” i hummed, smiling in between breaths. he shakes his head again, his hands digging into my sides as he pace quickens between my folds that only hug the underside of his shaft. 

“it sucks not being able to have what you want when you want it, doesn’t it?” i run my fingers through his hair, cooing as he whimpered and signaled that he was close. “i bet you want to cum inside, don’t you?” he nodded, his whines turned into soft cries and gasps. yunho was never left this ruined, and the thought of it shot his pride so deeply– but that didn’t matter right now. i press a kiss against his temple, the friction against my clit bringing me closer. i knew that this would be much more satisfying for the both of us if i let him in but i wanted to see just how badly i could make him beg. what he said shocked me, he lifts himself.

“i’ll let you have me like then whenever you want, i promise. i’ll give you everything. every part of me, i’ll let you break me over and over– i’ll always love it. i’ll always want this– want you. please, let me inside, please.”

the plea twisted my stomach and i grabbed a hefty amount of his hair, my body betraying me in the moment from his voice. he feels my walls grip onto his member, pulsing and pushing out my slicked pleasure with a soft moan. “yunho, oh my god,” he quickens, softly grunting and becoming rough with his speed. his sanity was long gone, evident in the ways he desperately groped me, settling for my hips as he drove himself past my folds over and over. my eyes twitch shut, jaw slacking as i let out encouragements. the wet sounds of our skin rubbing together was criminally lewd. “every part of you just sounds so good.”

his voice crumbles, a whine escaping between thrusts until he realizes i didn’t tell him to cum. he asks, keeping the same speed, hoping to earn mine first. and that he did. my head pushes back into the sheets, back arching as i dug my nails into his forearms. i felt a deep groan leave my throat, small gasps in response to the immediate overstimulation following the orgasm that washed over my body. my feet were cold in shock, hands steady on his arms as i looked up at my boyfriend with approving glances. “cum for me.”

my voice sends him over, affirmations stringing him through his orgasm as he gasped from the initial release, allowing the multiple spurts to paint my stomach and chest. the warm ropes of his essence were thick and puddled over my skin as if he built up a lot over the last couple of weeks, and i realized that we hadn’t had sex in so long from our busy work schedules, leaving him pent up. finally, he draped over me, mindless of the sweat and cum transferred to his own body. it was only momentarily before he got up and fetched a warm towel to wipe us up with. 

“you did so good, baby.”

yunho pouted, crawling into bed to engulf me in his arms. i kiss his cheeks, chin, and chest lovingly as he squeezes me tightly for comfort. “you’re evil,” he mutters. “and perfect,” he exhales through his nose, breathing in my smell from the top of my head once more. he hums, feeling drowsy from a heavy release. i rest my hands on his chest and peck his lips, playfully nipping at his collarbone. 

“there you are, yunho” the operator said blankly as he walked in. “i’m assuming you are aware we have a new proxy?” he asks. yunho nods, which pleases the operator. “good. you will be paired with her on a new mission. you’re a very smart man, yunho. and so, i trust that you wont let her do anything stupid. am i correct?” “yes sir,” yunho answers. “very well then, heres your files. she’s already waiting outside.” the operator hands yunho the files of your target before dismissing him.

outside, sitting on the porch, was the new girl, patiently waiting for her new mission partner. “there you are,” he calls out from behind you. you turn, looking up at him as you stood up. “oh, you’re yunho?” you ask quietly. “yes,” he nods. “i have the files, lets get going so that we can finish the mission quickly.” he tells you before walking past. you quickly follow along, trying to catch up.

it was awkward and quiet during the first ten minutes. yunho didnt feel the need to speak and you werent sure if you were allowed to. until you finally spoke up. “how did you become a proxy..?” you ask shyly, voice as small as you were. “same way as you did. i ran away, the operator found me, and offered me a better life.” he answered blankly, messing around with his pocket knife. you nod slowly. “you werent nervous? to kill people i mean… werent you scared?” you continue. he sighs. “at first, i was. who wouldnt be? but then you kind of grow numb to it. plus, we’re taking out criminals. people who cause harm to others. you stop feeling bad after a little bit cause you start to realize how horrible everyone is.”

that hit hard. “i see,” you answered. then, it was yunho who continued. “how’d you become a proxy for slenderman?” he questions. “youre so… i mean youre practically shaking out of your boots.” he chuckled. “im really lonely… i think he could sense that i needed someone” was all you said. he didnt pry after.

you two made it to the given location. a hideout in the middle of the woods. in here lived a man wanted for murder. and so here you were, taking him out for his crime. it’s ironic. killing him because he does the same thing you do. yunho held him back as you grabbed an axe you had found in the cabin. “let me go!” the man screamed. the taller male put his hand over his mouth. “shut the fuck up!” he groaned. “y/n! get him already!” he shouted.

adrenaline was rushing through your body, swirling through your veins. you closed your eyes so that you didnt have to see what you were about to do. you raised your hands before swinging. it only took one hit. blood splattered everywhere, coating your faces red. you finally opened your eyes, staring at the mess you made. you started to panic. “holy shit.. what the fuck did i just do… yunho we have to help him!” you urged. yunho let go, letting the man drop to the floor. “we cant do anything, y/n.” he says before patting your shoulder. “you did good. just relax.”

you shook your head this was your first murder after all. “wh… what if we get caught?!” you panicked. “we wont get caught if you keep your mouth shut. stay on the look out while i clean up. then, we have to get out of here” he tells you. you stay outside, nauseous as you think about what happened. you cant speak, or move, or think really. yunho basically has to drag you home.

. . .

“look what the cat dragged in,” hongjoong smirks as you and yunho walk into the living room, both bloody. “everything went well?” he asks the two of you. he nods, then turns to look at you. “however this one started freaking out after killing the guy… hasnt warmed up yet” he rolls his eyes. “she’ll get used to it” hongjoong chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

CHOSO

he watches as you sit up in his bed, tossing your legs over to the side and stretching out your arms. he admired the soft expanse of your back, the way it transitioned perfectly to your ass. he turns over to his side, enjoying the view for a moment. this enjoyment did not last long when he watches you stand and walk right over to where your clothes were lying on the floor.

"don't you want to get cleaned up?"

his voice snaps you out of your trance, not expecting him to even say anything before you could get a foot out the door. you turn around to face him, clothes in your hands.

"oh- um, i'm okay. i can clean up when i get home."

"you're going home?"

his voice was soft, but there was a notable pout on his lips at the thought of you leaving him already. he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his hips. your eyes betray you and roam over the expanse of his bare skin, the sight of his toned body making you rethink whether or not you actually want to leave. he holds out one hand to you. you hesitate but drop your clothes back on the floor and rejoin him in his bed.

he instantly pulls you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to your hairline. he knew that you'd both mentioned the night before that this would only happen once. but, deep down he was hoping that the exact opposite would happen. he wanted to see you and hold you like this again, so he made sure you knew that.

"stay and i'll order us food, okay? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight."

how could you say no to that face, a soft pout that would probably give you the worst ick if it came from anyone else. you nod and let yourself melt into his embrace, soaking up the moment in hopes of there being another in the near future.

NANAMI

he could immediately sense that something was off when he rolled off of you and tried to lay beside you. you sat up almost immediately, holding the sheets over your chest. you'd hardly caught your breath before you start to get out of the bed and reach for your clothes.

"something the matter, sweetheart?"

he uses a gentle tone, hoping that it'll get you to pause and reconsider leaving him so soon.

"oh- no. i just figured we were done."

he quickly noticed the way you refused to meet his gaze as you spoke. the uncertainty and hint of shame was starting to roll off of you in waves. he sits up, reaching for your arm. you freeze at the warm touch, clearly not used to feeling this wanted after a sexual encounter.

"mind staying here with me instead?"

he tries not to make it a big deal, in an effort to not scare you off. his thumb gently rubs over the soft skin on your bicep. you nod slowly, letting yourself be pulled back into bed. you couldn't bite back the soft smile appearing on your face as nanami holds you close, like you'd actually disintegrate if he let go.

HIGURUMA

it wasn't often that he brought someone home. he tried to make the most of this rare occurrence, hoping that you'd be willing to stay and keep him company. the disappointment settles in quickly when he watches you sit up right after finishing, hardly even letting him hold you afterwards. the furrow in his brow is evident as he rests back on his hands, watching you silently.

you try to sneak a peek at him over your shoulder, sensing that you were being stared at. you flinch slightly when you're already met with his intense gaze.

"sorry... just don't want to hang around longer than necessary."

you mutter nervously, trying to flip your clothes from being inside out. he clears his throat, making you pause.

"what counts as necessary?"

you didn't have an answer for that, unsure of what to do with your hands now.

"come back... please."

you'd never heard him speak so gently before. you turn around, taking in the genuine expression and want in his eyes. you felt your cheeks heat as you drop your clothes and make your way back over to him. he lifts the covers, making room for you in his open arms. you crawl back into bed with him, instantly relaxing when you feel his warm embrace around you.

GOJO

having been through his fair share of hookups and fwb situations, gojo was used to people wanting to leave, but also wanting to stay the night. by the time he was finished, he usually had a decent understanding of what his partner at the time was going to choose. when it came to you, he thought... or perhaps, really hoped, that you would want to stay the night. his expression fell when you subtly removed yourself from his arms after finishing.

"you know, cutie... it's usually seen as a sign of respect to leave a man with at least a kiss before you go home."

you freeze, unsure of how to react to his undoubtedly cheesy attempt to get you to stay. you awkwardly turn around to face him, earning yourself a chuckle from the white-haired man. he gently snakes an arm around your waist and yanks you back toward him.

"nice try, pretty girl. i know you don't really want to leave me."

you don't even try to deny his cocky ass attitude. because he was right, almost as if he could read your mind. ever the show-off, he peppers your face in kisses, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. his heart leapt in his chest hearing and seeing the genuine amusement in your expression. he really was the perfect guy (just ask him, he'll tell you).

GETO

one night stands really weren't geto's thing. when he met you during an outing with his bestie, gojo, he didn't expect to take you home that night and be intimate. he wasn't used to anything like this. sure, he'd had sex plenty of times, but none where he'd actually been interested and doing anything else with the person. yet, for some reason, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest as he watched you climb out of his bed and attempt to get dressed.

"i had a nice time."

"me too..."

"when can i see you again?"

the question makes you pause, not realizing that he even wanted to see you again after tonight.

"i don't know if that's a good idea."

you reply, letting out a quiet sigh.

you blink and he's standing behind you, running a hand over your hair in a tender gesture. he wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you back into the bed. he was sure that no words from his mouth would be as convincing as his actions. he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

SUKUNA

he lets out an unamued grunt when he feels the bed get lighter beside him. he opens one eye, watching you pick up your clothes from the floor. once he realized what you were trying to do, he sat up straight.

"where the hell are you going, woman?"

you jump at the sound of his stern voice, not expecting him to notice that you had even gotten out of bed.

"i'm going home, i have work in the morning."

"my car works fine, get your ass back in this bed."

his tone wasn't harsh this time, almost sounding pleading. you turn around to look at him, confused at his shift in attitude. but his heavy glare doesn't leave room for argument, so you let your clothes fall back to the floor. as soon as your within arm's reach, he's dragging you back against him under the covers.

"try that again and i'll tie you to this damn bed."

TOJI

he wasn't interested in spending time with anyone once he'd had his fill of whoever he'd have sex with. he'd yet to meet a single person that interested him enough to warrant spending the night with them. even as he watches you get out of his bed, he doesn't say anything. his eyes don't leave your form as you pick up your clothes off the floor. but when he sees your legs wobble ever so slightly as you try to put your pants back on, something in his mind switches.

"just leave them off... i'm not gonna pick your ass up if you fall over."

you almost come up with a snarky retort, but it dies on your tongue when a pair of black boxers and a way-too-large t-shirt is tossed at your head. you nearly drop them, turning around to look at him.

"put them on before i change my mind."

you nodded and slipped into the boxers and oversized shirt. toji felt something protective flare in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. he now knew that he wasn't letting you go anywhere but to bed with him tonight. he sits down on the edge of the bed, beckoning you forward with his thick ass fingers (damn...). you can't resist the hungry but affectionate look in his eyes.

You’re going to fill this scrapbook if it kills you, you scold yourself internally, thinking about the ways you can use up the failed attempts as background filler while you ready yourself to try again.

You’ve already assembled a page at home, pens scattered across your bedspread while you work on dating the caption; it’s all blue sea and white sand (and whiter hair, if you count the tufts poking into the frame) but you wanted something a little calmer.

You hear footsteps- nothing out of the ordinary, you are sat near a public beach after all- but they stop by you and you sit up properly, swivelling around to stare at the source.

“Hey.” There’s a man stood beside you, eyes flitting just slightly over the way your lips part around the ice before they come to rest on your face. He’s gorgeous, you’ll give him that- long reams of black hair, spilling like watery ink across his sunlit and tanned shoulders.

“Uh, hey.” You respond blankly, words muffled as you withdraw the popsicle, “do I know you?”

“Not… particularly. I’m Suguru Geto, by the way.” He announces, propping the purple surfboard up against the bench you’re sat on. Purple… you recognise it, the way it glinted in the sunlight next to a certain blue-eyed man’s body as they chatted on the sand. Fuck! “But I could hear you complaining from the beach.”

“Oh, sorry-“ you cringe, cursing Nobara’s lack of volume control, and your own inability to stay quiet, “I’ll go, if you’re trying to relax-“

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little loud. And you definitely are.” Geto’s voice is quiet, as calm as the waves lapping gently at the horizon, but an element of deeper innuendo rests in the lower part of his tone.

Your face warms. So he did hear you and Gojo, then; and now he’s stood in front of you, arms folded across the damp plane of his chest and staring through dark irises as you slowly flatten your tongue across the popsicle. It doesn’t really cross your mind if you look deliberately slutty or not, too focused on eating.

Unfortunately- or fortunately- Geto definitely notices. The way liquid pools on your pouted lips, sparkling in the sunset, and the way you eagerly swallow- it has his mind drifting in ways he isn’t particularly opposed to.

“You, um- you heard… us?” You say nervously.

“I did.” He smiles serenely, bicep tensing as he raises a hand to tuck a lock of sleek hair behind his pierced ear. The sun glints off his other piercings, one studded near his eyebrow, two silver hoops linked across the pinkness of his soft lips.

You briefly wonder if he has any that you can’t see.

“Satoru isn’t quiet either, though.” Geto continues casually, “so I suppose the fault isn’t entirely yours- but do you always squeak like that?”

You gasp around the icy sweet in your mouth, eyes widening. “You-“

He puffs out a laugh, his face drawing in closer to yours- close enough for your breath to mingle, for the piercings on his lips to brush against yours if you leaned in a little.

The popsicle in your mouth melts a little more, artificially flavoured water tracking down from your lips onto the thumb he presses the drops away with. Slowly, without looking away from your flustered face, Geto raises the digit to his mouth and sucks.

“I could think of a few ways to keep you quiet.”

That’s exactly what he does, your knees pressing into cushiony sand and your hands braced against his thighs; Geto’s hand fists in your hair, tight on the back of your head as you gawk up at him.

A shadow stretches across your face- the length is intimidating, sure, but that’s not why you’re gaping. A fraction of your shock may stem from it, from the veins dragging across his dick, from the pearly sheen of pre coating the shimmery tip- but it’s what else you see that shocks you.

“Never seen one before?” Geto asks, tilting his head cockily. You both know he isn’t just talking about his dick, but the tiny metal orb nestled right at the tip and gleaming in the slowly dipping sunset.

You gaze, transfixed, hand wrapping around his base and relishing in the way his head clunks against the secluded rock with a groan- it’s awfully familiar, and you grin as you start to move your fist.

“Do you and Satoru take all your hookups here, or just each other?”

He laughs breathily, guiding your spit-slicked lips to his tip by the fingers fisted roughly in your hair. “Just the hookups. It’s convenient, what can I say?”

Fascinated by the piercing, you only apply a little kiss to his tip before pulling back and gazing at his length. Just like the rest of him, it’s unfairly pretty for a man- rosy tip dribbling pre down to his base, the redness at the top blending seamlessly into a darker shade of tan.

Your hand slicks up easily, thumbing curiously over the silver orb. You expected it to be sensitive, but Geto throws his head back and moans like he’s about to cum already.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips jerking up into your closed fist with little squelching noises. You smile coquettishly up at him and only work your hand faster.

A generous slather of pre sheens on your fingers as you pump slowly, using your tongue every so often to keep the piercing as shiny as possible. Geto thinks he’s about to lose his mind, or at least have the corners unravel a little; every time he thinks you’re about to put him in your mouth, you stop just shy and begin the ritual again.

“Don’t be a tease.” He grits out. You stay quiet, enjoying having him wrapped around your finger like this. And then there’s tears springing to your eyes as he digs his fingers into your hair tighter, tugging at the roots just enough to get you to gasp.

“I told you not to tease, sweetheart.” He says lowly, hand still gripping your hair. “Now, listen to me.”

You hum, nod obediently, and seal your mouth around him, tongue kitten-licking at the tip as salt smears across your tastebuds. “Good girl.” Geto moans low in his throat when you take him deeper, throat constricting around the length while the texture of your tongue patters lightly at the flesh.

You drag the muscle up and down, lavishing attention onto the prominent vein studding the underside of his considerably thick cock. You gag just a little as he breaches your throat, spit pearling at the corners of your mouth, and it only makes Geto harder.

“You’re- shit- gorgeous like this-“ he sucks in through his teeth, cock bucking into your warm mouth and seeking purchase right at the back. Tears bead in the corners of your eyes as Geto fucks your face, streaming messily, but it makes you wonder how he’d feel doing the same inside you.

“You know-“ he groans, scraping your messy hair back further to reveal your eyes, “when me and Satoru were in the sea, we both wanted to fuck you." You cock a curious brow. "No, not at the same time, he’d be far too selfish.” He laughs breathlessly, pushing your mouth down further.

“I was jealous, I’ll admit-“ Geto pants, “but he didn’t see you like this, did he?”

You fervently shake your head as well as you can. “That’s what I thought.”

The piercing lightly scrapes the roof of your mouth every time you pull back, the small orb digging into your tongue in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant. In fact, it’s almost satisfying, feeling the ball warm under your spit.

You don’t even realise you’ve slipped a greedy hand from his thigh into your panties until he comments, voice low and thick with arousal. “That feel good?”

“Mmm.” You agree, lashes fluttering while your fingers greedily circle your clit; you try to nod, since you can’t verbalise anything- but the action only sends more light vibrations along Geto’s cock, and his fingers tangle harsher in your hair.

You almost can’t believe you’re getting off on being face-fucked, but then again, how could you not when he looks like that?

Hair curtaining his face in loose strands as they slip unbidden from their tie behind his head, Geto’s lip caught between his teeth as his struggles not to moan too loudly. His cheeks are warmed, flushed with the blatant evidence of his arousal.

“If I was wearing- hah- my rings…” he groans suddenly, snapping you out of your reverie as both hands get used as leverage to tug your skull forwards and backwards as he likes, “I could use my fingers on you properly, not just grab your pretty head.”

“Yeah?” You ask, muffled and teary around his cock.

“Yeah. I could wear the chunky ones too, wouldn’t you like that?” The gritted tone he’s been fashioning wraps around the dirty little question. “They’d be cold, sure- fuckkkk, do that again, baby- but you’d get them warmed up, wouldn’t you?”

You nod vehemently, mascara tracking down your flushed cheeks, fingers still buried knuckle deep inside your weeping cunt. You’re almost shocked at how close you are, sopping all over your hand just at the feeling of being face-fucked.

Geto notices, eyes glimmering and quirking up into a breathless little smirk that doesn’t seem too promising for your throat. “Fuck, you’re gonna cum? From this?”

“Mmfh-“ you moan, hips rocking down onto the heel of your awaiting palm as your orgasm splits freshly open inside you, starry pops of energy bubbling up in your body as you twitch through it.

Geto finishes with a low, cracked moan, pressing your throat down so far your nose brushes his happy trail and you gag. When he harshly yanks you back, there’s an obvious sticky trail of saliva-coated slick dribbling from your mouth.

You cough and the strings snap, disconnecting your abused mouth from his cock while you struggle to wipe your lips with the shaky back of your hand.

“Gorgeous.” He breathes again, tucking himself away before helping you to your wobbly feet on the grainy sand below with a slight hint of a smirk on his face. “I hope it didn’t hurt too much.”

“No-“ you rasp, throat sore, “but I can’t speak properly.”

“It’s a shame, you have a pretty voice.” He replies, smirking a little behind his hair when you blush. He holds the hairtie in between his teeth to knot his hair back properly, and the little action makes you feel just a few degrees warmer.

You cough again, throat just a little bruised, and he tilts his head. “Sorry.”

Geto’s clearly not sorry at all as he walks with you to the bench from earlier. “See you around?”

“Yeah, maybe…” you muse, fiddling with your camera. The horizon has darkened now, glorious strips of pink and orange melting into darker tones of navy in preparation for the stars to make their appearance.

You wave him goodbye, noting the newfound spring in his step with a laugh. “Now…”

The picture is almost perfect, capturing the way the sea sparkles prettily beneath the diminishing glow of the sun. There’s a proud smile playing on your face as you waft it around and wait for it to come into total focus, beaming at the final result while you dial in Nobara’s number.

“Hey! Is there still ice cream?”

“Your voice sounds awful, maybe you need something cold more than I do.” She deadpans, “what did you do?”

A grin spreads across your lips. “I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell the others, okay?”

“Deal.”

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you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.

“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”

you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”

he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.

“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”

you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.

“choso—”

“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”

his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”

you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”

“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”

“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”

“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”

you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.

he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.

“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”

you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”

he kisses the top of your head. “atta girl.”

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A/N: wrote this cause I’ve been thirsting over seonghwa (ik big shocker there) but also been having a tougher time these days but doing my best to not be defeated or lose my passion and this just came to mind. sorry if it sucks, I just needed an outlet, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!

“Ugh! Fuck you, Hwa!”

“I thought we were fighting. Now you wanna fuck?”

The smug grin spreading across his lips filled you with equal parts disgust and dread because you knew it was as easy as breathing for you to fall for his charms.

Not today.

“Keep it up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away, “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”

Before you could make it two steps, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist.

“Okay, okay.” His teasing melted away. “Don’t go. I don’t want to leave things like this.”

His expression softened, those big, warm brown eyes searching yours. Fuck! No! You glanced away before they could pull you in, looking anywhere else but at his face, blinking hard against the sting building behind your eyes.

“I’m tired of you embarrassing me and making me look like—”

Your voice caught.

“Like what?”

“Look like…some crazy bitch who’s desperate, obsessed, and head over heels for you.”

“..so you’re not head over heels for me?” There it was—that stupid grin again. You yanked your wrist from his hand.

“You think this is funny and it’s not.”

His smile faltered.

“Forget it.”

“No, wait.” He stepped forward. “What do you want me to say?”

His jaw tightened.

“She came on to me.”

“You allowed it! You went along with the whole thing—buying her drinks, dancing with her.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed from exhaustion.

“Your friends continue to treat me as a joke because you do.”

“My friends are assholes, I can’t control how they act.”

His brows furrowed, his hand reaching out to touch you again but you stepped back to avoid it.

“Why is that my fault?”

“Because you never shut them down.”

You could barely look at him but you met his eyes, trying to calm down but the situation made you more upset than you’ve ever been before. This wasn’t the first fight, but it was the worst.

“You pick your friends and that says everything about you.”

Seonghwa flinched, the words paining him just as much as they pained you to say, but only half as much as his actions from the other night made you feel.

“I’m an asshole and I’m sorry. What can I do to make this right?”

It took everything out of you not to slap him, but you’d never lay a hand on Seonghwa. You couldn’t—wouldn’t. It wouldn’t solve anything regardless. It would only drive a final nail in the coffin of your relationship.

You were done with the argument.

You said everything there was to say.

“You can sleep on the couch. Goodnight.”

With that, you stormed off toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you before he could say another word, sobbing into your hand.

Half expecting him to knock on the door, you’re pleased when he doesn’t. You fall face first into your pillow and cry to your broken heart’s content.

At some point, you must’ve cried yourself asleep. Your pillowcase, stained with tears and smudged mascara, was proof enough. You rolled over and your hand instinctively reached over to Seonghwa’s side of the bed, fisting the sheets. Why’d he have to be such a jerk?

Why’d you have to miss him? His touch? His warmth?

Even his snores soothed something inside you, and the empty space beside you left you restless. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself back to sleep, but it never came.

Eventually, with sleep refusing to come, you pushed yourself out of bed. The first thing your hand grabbed was one of Seonghwa’s oversized t-shirts. You pulled it over your head, leaving your panties untouched, then quietly slipped out of the room.

The hum of commercials coming from the TV grew louder as you entered the living room, crossing over to the couch on the balls of your feet.

That’s when you saw him—

Hwa lay sprawled across the love seat, breathing softly as he slept on his back. The glow from the television washed over his face, softening every sharp angle. You bit your lower lip. His sweatpants had slipped low on his hips, the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt.

Damn him.

You stood over him and leaned down, tapping on his shoulder. He didn’t stir an inch. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off.

Tapping Seonghwa again, harder this time, he finally shifted. His eyes scanned the room as they opened, then he sat up, disgruntled.

“Babe?” He groaned. “Is something wrong? You okay?”

His concern pierced straight through the walls you’d spent the last few hours building around yourself.

Damn him…again.

How did he make staying angry so difficult?

“Define okay.”

Seonghwa nodded, flitting his gaze and stared at the floor. It was obvious he felt guilty.

Good.

If he wanted your forgiveness, he’d have to earn it—and you had a few ideas where to start. You took a deep breath and held out your hand to him. It took him a moment to understand, glancing at your hand then back up to your face, confusion settling in his expression. Then cautiously, he took your hand in his.

You helped him stand to his feet before dragging him to the bedroom. Even half-asleep, he moved with effortless grace—agile bunny. Closing the door behind, you leaned your back against it. Anger and desire churned together inside you until you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

“Baby, I really am sorry. Can we talk more in the—”

Suddenly, cutting off his words, you closed the distance between you and lunged at him, pressing your lips to his with hunger and greed. Seonghwa’s hands slipped around your waist, tasting you with similar tension and need. Your hands trailed up the sides of his neck, fisting the hair at the nape of his head.

His tongue brushed against yours before he leaned back, leaving you pouting like a toddler who got their toy taken away.

“Wait, y/n, I want you to hear me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to weasel out of—”

“Stop talking.” You muttered, returning your lips to his.

Your wet lips trailed lower, kissing and licking the corner of his mouth before moving to his jaw and then his throat. Seonghwa let out a hushed moan, gripping the hem of your shirt tightly.

“I just want you to know…I know I was wrong and—”

“I have something better for that mouth to do other than yap.”

Hwa raised an eyebrow, curiosity briefly eclipsing the guilt in his eyes.

“I want you to do that thing…” You both stood in silence for a beat, “…with your tongue. Now.”

That cheeky smile of his made a quick comeback. He made short work of guiding you backward toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the bed frame and your butt plopped down on the mattress. He sank to his knees and hoisted your legs above his shoulders, drawing you back on your forearms.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed.

His fingers tightened around your thigh as Seonghwa pushed your legs apart and placed slow, tantalizing kisses up your inner thigh until he got to the crease of your hip. His nose grazed along your panty line, lightly kissing the wet splotch of fabric. It drove you crazy.

You caressed his bicep roughly, crescent shapes indenting his skin from your nails.

“Stop teasing, Hwa,” you let out breathlessly.

He lifted his head and sweetly nipped the inside of your thigh.

“But, baby, teasing is the best part…” He rubbed two of his long fingers in circles over the damp cotton, playing delicately with your covered clit.

Your thighs shook slightly in his strong hands. Seonghwa ignored the way you squirmed, heat rushing from your core to your face. Switching his fingers with his lips, he licked a hot stripe up the cloth and sucked at the sensitive bud.

Goddamnit. Your head grew fuzzy, blood pounding in your ears. Seonghwa let out a low laugh as you whimpered, desperate for him to latch his tongue directly to your aching flesh. Your fingernails left angry red marks as they scratched along his arm.

“So wet for me already, I see.” He boasted, nuzzling his face deeper into your soaked panties like a man starved.

“F-fuck you…Hwa…”

“All in good time, y/n.” He tangled his fingers in the strings of your underwear. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

You did as he instructed before he slipped them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. He studied the juicy center between your hips, practically drooling at the sight. His gaze lifted to meet yours before he lowered his head once more, gliding his tongue up and down your pussy once. Your head tipped back, your entire body igniting like a flame.

“Please…”

“Please what?” He asked coyly. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please…eat me...” you whispered, clawing at his hand.

He buried his head, tongue parting through your folds and circling the bundle of nerves that begged for his attention. Seonghwa continued edging you, his tongue traveling everywhere but where you craved.

He knew exactly how to rile you up.

His mouth resumed the task at hand with renewed eagerness, and your choked gasps filled the room.

“H-hwa..” you moaned, but it was a broken, whiny sound from the back of your throat as your fingers twisted in his golden locks.

Your hips rutted up as his tongue worked you, a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping heavily down his chin. Each tug at his hair only spurred him on. He growled against you, sending vibrations through your core. Your toes curled at the overwhelming tension.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped drunkenly.

Words abandoned you. All that came out was incoherent, meaningless babbling. His mouth moved to suck at your throbbing clit with endearing focus, the scorching pleasure blinding you.

Then he did it—that thing you loved most. His tongue slid into you, far as it could into your hot, wet core. His hand resting on your gut to hold you in place as you trembled.

“Hwa—” you cried out, gripping his hand frantically, grinding down as his nose hit your clit with each motion, his name tumbling from your lips. “P-please don’t stop.”

He sucked gingerly at your aching bud, swiveling his tongue flat like a brush in a painter's hand along your insides. The coil in your stomach knotted fast, the relentless attention to your clit sending unbearable sensations rippling through your body.

As the fire in your abdomen spread, an uncontrolled instinct to run away from him coursed through you, your hand shoving his forehead in weak effort.

He kept you exactly where you were.

His shoulders pressed your thighs further back as he moaned into you, keeping his mouth latched to you and his view unobstructed. Seonghwa liked to watch you fall apart. His gaze stayed fixed on your face as it lit up with delight.

The orgasm ripped through you as your eyes shut, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. You rode his tongue in a frenzy with the intense waves rushing through you. Silvery strings of spit and arousal broke as he pulled away. As the white haze faded from your vision, you caught the shine of it on his swollen lips.

Seonghwa stood over you, breathing heavily, taking in the aftermath of you coming undone.

“Fuck…” you panted, flicking your foot softly and pressing your toes to his crotch, teasing the bulge.

Seonghwa was rock hard, his cock pulsing to be freed.

“Flip over and get on your stomach,” his voice was delicate yet commanding as he pulled his sweats down by the waist, "I'm not done with you yet.”

You obeyed immediately, folding yourself over the side of the bed until your feet touched the cold wooden floor.

You barely heard him come up behind you.

Not until his cock pushed inside you, thick and unyielding, and stretched you open inch by inch. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets as the pressure built in your stomach with every snap of hips.

“Oh, y/n, you feel so fucking perfect…” his hands squeezed your waist to steady you as he bottomed out inside you.

The slick, heated squelching and your muffled cries as you stuffed your face in the mattress was all you could hear. Your legs threatened to give out under the weight of his thrusts. The burning friction was sharp, delicious, and intoxicating.

Your soaked cunt fluttered helplessly around him as he rolled his hips gradually, setting an intense but frustrating pace. Your breath hitched when you turned your head to the side, purring raggedly as Seonghwa stuffed you to an all too familiar fullness.

“You like that baby? Hmm, does this feel good?”

He knows you can’t answer.

Bastard.

Everything blurred into white as your body was entranced with fiery bliss, the next orgasm knocking on your belly with searing passion, but that’s when you saw it…

The mirror.

The reflection of the two of you staring back.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

(A few weeks ago, Seonghwa came home with the largest and gaudiest mirror you’d ever seen. A chrome silver frame adorned with red roses and thorny vines surrounded the glass, and he propped it against the wall across from the bed.

You hated it.

He loved it.

So, it stayed—but you didn’t understand why…until now.)

Seonghwa stared into the mirror, lustfully pumping in and out of you, a slow smirk creeping across his face as his eyes locked with yours in the reflection. His dark demeanor was animalistic and carnal and…painfully sexy.

Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you.

Holy airball.

“You’re taking me so good, princess...”

Seonghwa raised your leg, guiding your knee onto the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed deeper into you. One hand gripped the back of your thigh. The other seized the back of your neck, forcing your face into the bedding.

“Fuck…Seonghwa…oh my go—” you whined, feeling your ass bounce against his groin, “I’m c-close…don’t…s-stop…”

Low, wild groans tore from his chest as he quickened his rhythm.

Each thrust felt like an imprint in your pussy—like he was reclaiming you completely as his.

“That’s it, y/n. Cum for me, cum all over my cock,” he grunted.

Those words shoved you right over the edge.

For a second time, a choked sob bursted out of you as your walls clenched around Seonghwa’s length, causing his hips to stutter.

Stars sparkled behind your eyes, and it hit you that this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

(The memory flickered—Seonghwa had you pinned against a fence in the backyard of his family home—mind-blowing, but this surpassed it.)

“S-shit, holy s-shit…” his deep voice broke, your name dribbling wrecked and raw through his lips as you cum around him.

His head tilted back and hips stilled, spilling his seed inside you, slowly pushing back and forth as you milked every last drop from him.

The only sound was the both of you breathing as he stopped and rested against you.

Seonghwa stayed inside you for a second longer before pulling himself out sluggishly. He fell to his knees, gaze dropping on his cum leaking out of your cunt.

Your body, heavy and flooded, collapsed before you carefully crawled along the bed, attempting to shift away and put some distance between you and your sex demon boyfriend.

It was too late.

Hwa was ravenous.

He followed instantly.

“Nu-uh, come back here.” Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you back.

He greeted you with a sizzling, sticky lick up your drenched core and you yelped at the sudden contact.

He didn’t slow down. Standing over you, he closed the distance again and shoved his finger inside you without warning.

“I have to see you cum one more time.”

“Seonghwa…” you mewled, thighs shaking from the overstimulation.

He added a second ring-clad finger for good measure, the cool metal roughly pressing into your flesh. Hwa drove his fingers further inside you, flexing them and hitting your sweet spot.

Your screams of ecstasy fueled him.

His fingers split you with reckless abandon. Your thoughts dissolved as juices trickled from your cunt, coating his hand and puddling onto the floor.

A piercing slap stung your ass cheek before Seonghwa rubbed the sore skin.

“Good girl. You’re doing very well,” he praised, his thumb playing with your clit in tandem with his strokes.

“Oh my god…”

It was too much.

A strangled noise tumbled from your mouth as the knot in your stomach shattered and released your third orgasm fiercely, your pussy spasming around his digits until he pulled them out.

You quivered tensely, swallowing hard before going limp.

Thick spurts of cum, his and yours, seeped between your legs.

The rest of the night, you and Seonghwa lay together in bed, cuddling with his second erection engulfed by your wet heat. Arms wrapped around each other as he moaned lovingly into your ear.

You were kissing and sucking sloppily all over his neck and throat, leaving these reddish purple splotches on his skin.

Marking your territory.

“Baby…fuck…” Every time he moaned, his cock twitched against your spongy walls.

It made you giggle.

“I want to apologize…please…”

Your head lifted as you met his eyes, ready to finally hear him.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like shit. I promise it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa whispered, appearing extremely sincere.

“I know, Hwa…and I forgive you.”

His face lights up, giving you a short kiss on your lips with the utmost satisfaction. You continued biting at his bruised throat, giving kitten licks in between to soothe the stings.

He meant too much to you to let go of.

He just needed to respect you more.

“But you’ll have to prove that it’s earned with your actions.”

“Didn’t I do that like half an hour ago? You came three times?”

“Shut up,” you tried to stifle your laugh but it came out anyway as you punched him playfully in the chest.

“I will, baby. I swear. I love you too much to—”

Seonghwa’s words cut off as his eyes grew wide.

“I mean…fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uhm...”

You took his face with both hands and kissed him tenderly. It was filled with passion, tongues massaging together as your mouths rolled over each other.

It felt like he was your last breath of air.

“I love you too, Hwa.”

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