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sunghoonâs hand was gripping your hip like he could crush you, thumb brushing over your skin before finding your sensitive nubs. his touch was slow, teasing, deliberateâand the moment he rolled one thumb over your nipple while sliding into you, your breath caught, body melting under his hands.
your back was tight against his chest, thighs locked over his, every inch of you pressed into him. the heat of him inside, the weight of his arms pinning you there, the way he movedâit blurred your thoughts into pure nothingness. every movement made your stomach coil tighter, every press of his thumb over your hard nipple sent burning heat straight to your core.
your eyes drifted down. god. his bicepsâthick, veined, flexing with each thrustâmoved under your palms, alive, impossibly perfect. without thinking, your teeth sank into one, muffling a whimper that had risen in your throat. his low, ragged groan vibrated through you, chest pressing into yours with a force that made your knees tremble.
he leaned forward, chest against your shoulder, lips grazing your neck, voice rough and teasing. âshit⌠look at you. canât even keep quiet?â
you whimpered, dragging your teeth lightly over him again, fingers gripping his forearm, knuckles white. your core clenched around him with every roll of his thumb, the sting and heat impossible to think past. âiââ your voice broke on a gasp, barely a whisper.
he chuckled, thumb flicking your nipple with maddening patience. âbiting me like youâre starving. donât tell me you donât mean it.â
another pulse of his arm flexing under your teeth had you shivering, reflex biting again, hiding a moan, heat rushing through you in a way that made every nerve alive. every thrust, every roll of his hips, every teasing flick of his thumb made your body shiver and tremble uncontrollably. your thighs squeezed him tighter, your back pressed closer, fingers digging in as you clung to him, needing every inch, needing all of him.
âhoonâŚâ you breathed, broken, almost pleading. âfeels⌠sâgoodâŚâ
his hand was steady on your hip, the other moving down your side, and lowerâslowly circling your clit, dragging you impossibly closer. âlosing your mind on me,â he murmured at your ear, voice low and rough. âevery bite, every sound⌠itâs all mine. my pretty girl canât even hide it.â
you arched into him, grinding without thinking, teeth dragging along his bicep again, muscles pulsing under your mouth as your core clenched around him. every circle of his thumb around your clit, every deliberate thrust of him inside you, pushed you even higher. you pressed flush against him, teeth sinking again, trying to stifle the moans and whines that kept slipping past your lips.
your hands dug into his arms, nails grazing skin, holding on while your teeth met the curve of his bicep again and again. the bites were both desperate and grounding, a reflex that kept you from losing your mind completely as he rolled you closer into your orgasm. the heat, the slick between your bodies, the way he flexed under youâit was impossible to think, only feel, only react to him.
he groaned, leaning closer, hands tightening on your hips, thumb circling your nub in a slow, relentless rhythm. every thrust, every pulse under your teeth, every small, hidden whimper from you fueled him. âthatâs it⌠donât hide a thing from me,â he muttered.
your thighs squeezed tighter, grinding against him, back pressing hard into his chest. the reflexive bites continued as your core clenched around him again and again, every movement sunghoon did sent sparks through you, pushing you higher until your vision blurred. you were trembling, shivering, utterly consumed, teeth locking onto his biceps as if it could anchor you while you unraveled. then you felt the overwhelming yet familiar sensation of the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.
âh-hoonâiâm gonnaââ
âwhat, youâre gonna cum for me? give it to me baby.â
and then it happenedâyour body tensed impossibly, shattering as you came around him, hips clenching, squeezing, trembling, letting out the small sounds youâd been hiding against his arm. every flex of his biceps under your teeth, every pulse of him inside, every teasing roll of his thumb had driven you to the edge, and now you spilled, holding him like you couldnât let go.
he groaned, low and ragged, hips snapping into yours as if to match your release, smirk softening just slightly as he murmured in your ear, âfuck⌠look at you. mine, completely. so fucking pretty like this.â
you pressed your teeth lightly one last time into the curve of his arm, trembling, thighs still tight around him, chest pressed to his, sweat and warmth mixing. his arms tightened around you, holding you impossibly close, the only sounds left in the quiet room being your panting breaths mingling.
you whimpered against his shoulder, chest rising and falling, teeth still grazing his bicep reflexively, and for a moment, nothing existed but the two of youâheat, pressure, his teasing, your need, and the slow, delicious realization that you were utterly his.
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genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, superhero au
synopsis: you never thought youâd meet spiderman. hell, you didnât even like him. but thanks to a very unfortunate web malfunction, youâre now stuckâliterally tetheredâto him for three whole days. surely it canât get worse⌠right?
warnings: kissing obviously, making out, mentions of blood and blasts, reader is lowkey mean, cursing, not proofread
note: hi so i wrote this in like 2 days because all i could think of was the upside down spider-man kiss everytime i listened to upside down kiss. so here's a kind of rushed?yeonjun version, enjoyy!
word count: 5.6k
i made the yeonjun gif out of a tiktok video by user yeonjun_fp, so credits to them for the art!
if you liked this please comment or reblog to give me your feedback! <3
you were dead on your feet.
after back to back lectures, a surprise quiz, and a final group project meeting where no one did their assigned slides, all you wanted was to go home, kick off your shoes, and disintegrate into your bed for the long weekend. you had no intentions of making any plans or attending parties, you just wanted sleep, junk food, and whatever show netflix decided to shove in your face.Â
you put on your headphones the moment you stepped onto the subway platform, letting the music drown out the evening rush. when the train arrived, you shuffled in, found a seat by the window, and slumped into it like a corpse, your limbs aching in that warm, heavy way that begged for rest.
you were half-dozing by the time the train screeched into the next station. but thenâeverything jolted violently.
the brakes screamed louder than your music. your body lurched forward. the lights overhead flickered and died. people gasped. someone screamed. and then, before you could even register what was happening, a deafening boom tore through the air. the floor shook, making the train car tilt slightly to one side. your heart jumped into your throat.
âeveryone out! get out!â someone shouted.
panic swallowed the crowd like wildfire. passengers shoved, tripped, yelled over each other. in the blur of limbs and chaos, you were pushed out of your seat and jostled toward the open subway doors.Â
your headphones were ripped from your ears. you barely heard your own gasp as you stumbled out onto the platform, trying to get your bearings, when another explosion rocked the tunnel, stronger this time. dust and smoke poured through the gaps in the ceiling.Â
you saw it before you could react. a massive chunk of cement was hurtling straight toward you, fast and unstoppable. your legs refused to move. time stalled, every second stretching thin with the awful realisation that this was it. this was how it endedâfor no reason, on a thursday, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
but just before it hit, something yanked you backward, hard.
you cried out as the world blurred around you, a blur of wind and sound and pressure crushing into your chest. you were flying.Â
your brain screamed that it wasnât possible, that none of this made sense, but your body was already curled tight against something solid and warm. it took a second to understand that it was a person. noânot just any person.
the red and blue suit. the stupid mask. the goddamn glowing web.
spider-man.
your stomach flipped violently as the city skyline whipped past, your legs dangling uselessly. his arm was locked around your waist, firm and annoyingly confident. a glowing thread of web tech was attached to your wrist, pulsing faintly as it connected you to his suit like a leash. below you, the chaos on the street was a distant noise. above you, the clouds were streaked orange from the setting sun. around you, the wind roared.
and you hated all of it. you had always hated spiderman. he was a self-righteous, cocky, reckless menace. always showing up to destroy half the street in the name of âsavingâ it. and now here you were, clutched to his chest like some helpless civilian in a comic book.
âput me down!â you screamed over the wind, squirming against his grip. âwhat the fuck are you doing? put me down, you freak!â
âyouâre welcome,â he yelled back, voice muffled through the mask.
âi didnât ask you to save me!â
âi noticed!â he shot back, and the smirk in his voice made your blood boil.
you struggled the entire way upâclawing at his suit, kicking your legs, swearing every curse you knew under your breathâuntil finally, he landed with a smooth, practised thud on the rooftop of some high-rise building. your feet hit solid ground again, but your balance didnât catch up in time. your knees wobbled, and you stumbled forward, dizzy from the whiplash and adrenaline.
âiâm going to throw up,â you groaned, doubling over.
âdo it away from the suit, thanks,â he muttered.
but before you could stagger farther, a sharp tug pulled you backâyour wrist yanked mid-step until your body collided with his chest again. his arm caught you instinctively, steadying you, but you immediately shoved him away, heart still racing from the fall. thatâs when you noticed it.
the thread was still glowing and your wrist was still tethered to it.
âwhat the hell is this?â you shrieked, holding it up.Â
the web stretched and shimmered faintly in the light, a sickly silverish glow like it was straight out of some alien movie. it wasnât even sticky anymore, just fused into your, skin buzzing faintly where it made contact.Â
âwhy is this still on me?! get it off!â
âworking on it!â he snapped, kneeling to inspect where it fused into his own suit. âit wasnât supposed to... uh... attach like that.â
âattach like what?â you cried, tugging violently at it. it didnât budge. âis this a leash? did you just fucking leash me like a dog?â
âyou think i wanted this?â he shot up again, exasperated. âi was in the middle of stopping a building from collapsing when you ran into the line of fire!â
âi was just trying to take the subway!â
âand i was trying to stop a criminal from levelling the station! sue me!â
the shouting echoed across the rooftop, both of you standing there like idiots with a literal glowing string binding your bodies together. your breath came out in shaky huffs. your heart was still racingânot just from fear now, but fury, embarrassment, complete disbelief that this was actually happening.
he let out a long sigh, suddenly sheepish. âlook... itâs an experimental prototype. a bio-thread. reacts to certain electrical signals. and, apparently, to heartbeats.â
you blinked. âyouâre kidding.â
âwish i was.â
your eyes widened as the realisation sank in. âyou mean this thing is connected toââ
âyour heartbeat, yeah,â he said grimly, arms crossed now.
you stared down at your wrist, horrified. âthatâs disgusting.â
âthatâs science,â he corrected.
you gave the web another tug, desperate and annoyed. âso how do i get it off?â
he hesitated.
âno,â you said, already dreading it. âno, donât tell meââ
âwe wait,â he muttered. âshould dissolve naturally in... seventy-two hours.â
âseventyâ?â you choked. âseventy-two HOURS?!â
he raised both hands in defence. âgive or take. the techâs a little moody.â
âyouâve got to be kidding me.â
âiâm really not.â
you groaned so loudly it echoed. then you slumped down onto the edge of the rooftop, cradling your head in your hands, trying not to scream into the skyline.
 this couldnât be real. it was some fever dream. you were probably still on the subway, passed out from exhaustion, hallucinating everything. because there was no way you were actually tethered to the cityâs most annoying masked menace for the next three days. you refused to believe it.
but the soft glow from your wrist said otherwise.
âtake me home.â
he groaned the second you said it, but you didnât care. you crossed your arms and tilted your chin up, staring at him stubbornly as the wind from the rooftop whipped around the both of you, the glowing thread still tethering your wrist to his suit like some ridiculous sci-fi leash.
âno way,â he snapped. âi still have to go after that guy. he bombed the train platformâheâs probably already halfway across the city.â
you gaped at him. âare you dumb? you're gonna go fight a criminalâwith me attached to you?â
he made a guilty little noise and glanced at the still pulsing thread between you. â...i mean. maybe.â
âmaybe?â you hissed. âthe police can handle him! youâre not dragging me into some vigilante war zone.â
he hesitated, shoulders slumping, and finally, with a sigh of defeat, muttered, âfine. but where the hell are we gonna live for the next three days?â
you blinked. âwe?â
âwe,â he said firmly, pointing between the two of you. âweâre literally bonded now. unless you wanna cuddle on a fire escape all weekend, we need somewhere to stay.â
you narrowed your eyes. âthereâs no way iâm going wherever you stay. i donât even know you. you could live in a sewer or like⌠some creepy underground lair.â
he looked genuinely offended as his mask scrunched up. âi donât live in a sewer. and itâs not a lair. itâs a⌠small apartment. cozy, even.â
âyeah, no,â you said flatly. âyouâre coming to my place.â
his shoulders sagged even further. âugh fine. but weâre walking. iâm not swinging again with you screaming in my ear.â
and thatâs how you found yourself dragging spider-manâspider-freaking-manâdown the street by your wrist like some weird, reluctant pet. you ignored the way people looked. it was late, and luckily, his suit was mostly covered by the hoodie youâd given him. though he kept trying to duck into shadows, mumbling under his breath like a sulking child. the glowing thread shimmered faintly between you, pulling taut every time one of you stepped too far away.
when you finally reached your apartment building, he stared up at it with a kind of wary awe. âdamn. you got a high paying job or something?â
you snorted as you opened the door. âiâm a uni student. my parents are just rich.â
he tilted his head at you as you stepped into the elevator. âwhat uni?â
you told him your school name without much thought, and immediately, his whole body stiffened.
â...wait,â he blurted. âme too.â
you turned to look at him slowly. âwhat?â
his eyes widened behind the mask. he cursed under his breath and looked away, like heâd just admitted state secrets. âshit. i didnât mean to say that. ignore that.â
you were about to push him further when the elevator doors opened. just then, your phone buzzed. âtakeoutâs here.â
he startled like youâd just hit him. âyou ordered food?â
âyeah,â you said, tossing your keys onto the counter as you entered the apartment. âi was starving and figured youâd eat too, unless youâre part spider and eat bugs.â
he didnât dignify that with a response.
you handed him a pair of clean sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt you figured would fitâhe disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, looking annoyingly good in your clothes. he was tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves pushed up his forearms as he sat across from you at your dining table.
you opened the takeout boxes and passed him one. âpad thai. extra spicy.â
he didnât move.
âuh, youâre gonna have a hard time eating that with your mask on.â
his arms crossed defensively. âi donât take off my mask in front of people. especially not people who hate spider-man.â
you scoffed, twirling a noodle around with your chopsticks. âi donât hate you. i just think you're an annoying menace who causes more problems than he solves.â
â...thatâs literally what hating me is,â he muttered.
you rolled your eyes. âlook, i donât care. you saved my life, remember? i wonât tell anyone. just⌠do it. you wonât survive three whole days eating through the mask.â
he was quiet for a second too long, but then hesitantly spoke up.
â...you wonât tell anyone?â
âswear on my meal,â you said solemnly.
he hesitated one last time, and then with a reluctant sigh, his gloved fingers reached up. you watched as he peeled the mask off in one smooth motionâand everything inside you short-circuited.
because holy. shit.
his face was devastatingly pretty. sharp cheekbones, soft pouty lips, golden skin that caught the light in all the right places. his hair was ruffled and messy, sticking out a little from the mask, and his eyesâbig, brown, framed by thick lashesâblinked at you nervously.
âi⌠did not expect you to be that hot,â you blurted, mouth full of noodles.
he choked on air. âwhatââ
âno likeâi was expecting some weird nerdy guy with maybe a beard.â
he blinked. âwow. thanks.â
you pointed at him with your chopsticks, narrowing your eyes. âwait. i know you.â
he froze at that.
âyouâre⌠that guy from my discrete math lecture. choi yeonjun. youâre always sitting in the front row. you literally answer every question like a damn TA.â
his mouth parted slightly. âyouâre the girl who sits in the column next to me. with the giant water bottle and all the highlighters.â
you paused. â...so youâve noticed me.â
he blinked fast. âuh. yeah. i meanâyou stand out. not in a bad way. justâpretty. youâre pretty. not that i notice or anything. well obviously i noticed because i just said it butââ
you snorted. âyouâre really awkward without the suit.â
âiâm notââ he groaned, face turning pink. âokay maybe a little. it just gives me a different type of confidence you know?â
you grinned down at your food, heart ticking slightly faster. you didnât know what was more surrealâsitting across from spider-man, or discovering spider-man was the hot math nerd who sat fifteen feet from you every tuesday and thursday. either way, it was going to be a very long seventy two hours.
you had come to terms with the fact that you were never going to get any real sleep. not when you were forced to lie right at the edge of your own bed, arm dangling pathetically over the side like some kind of human offering.Â
the glowing web tether was still stuck to your wrist, stretching toward the air mattress yeonjun had flopped onto with a dramatic sigh of exhaustion. you could barely move without yanking his entire body with you, so the only position you could settle in was an awkward sideways curl, with one arm constantly pulled down like gravity itself was trying to remind you of your very stupid, very spider-shaped problem.
you tried to sleep. really. but around three in the morning, right as your eyes were finally starting to blur at the edges, you felt a sudden hard tug on your wrist and then you were falling.Â
you yelped as your body was jerked right off the mattress, falling with a startled oof directly onto the unsuspecting man on the floor. yeonjun barely even stirred. he let out a sleepy little grunt and instinctively wrapped his stupid, warm, surprisingly toned arms around you like you were some oversized body pillow.Â
you struggled, wriggling against his grip like a bug under a glass, but it was useless. his arms were locked around your waist, one of his hands now tangled in your shirt, and you could feel the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing against your neck.
you hissed his name, trying to peel his fingers off you, but all you got in return was a sleepy pout and a grumbled, âfive more minutes.â it wouldâve been cute if it wasnât so infuriating.Â
and okay, maybe it was a little warm. and his chest was kind ofâŚcomfortable. his stupid heartbeat was strong and slow under your ear, and you were so damn tired from the chaotic whirlwind of your spiderweb-tethered day that you justâŚgave in. your body melted into the warmth of his, cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his borrowed hoodie, and for the first time in hours, your eyes slipped shut. surprisingly, it felt safe and grounding. like being held together by something solid in the middle of all the mess.
the next morning though, was...less cute.
âyou pulled me off my bed,â you deadpanned as you sat up, pushing off his chest with an elbow. your wrist still glowed faintly, the web tether warm between your skins.
yeonjun blinked up at you, hair sticking in every direction, a blanket half-kicked off the mattress.Â
âhuh?â he said groggily, then sat up fast as memory caught up with him. âwaitâshit, did i yank you down?â
you narrowed your eyes. âyes. and then you cuddled me.â
his entire face flushed red. âi did not cuddle you.â
you crossed your arms. âyou were purring.â
âthatâs slander.â but he looked horrified.
the next twenty four hours were a disaster.
you tripped over the tether so many times that you started to wonder if it had a personal vendetta against your toes. brushing your teeth was like a weirdly synchronised dance of tangled arms and accidental elbow jabs. showering was even worse.Â
he stood frozen outside the bathroom door, your glowing lifeline stretched taut through the crack, his voice drifting through like a very flustered ghost. âiâm not peeking, okay?!â
âyou better not be!â you snapped as you held up a towel like a makeshift curtain while trying to lather shampoo one-handed. âdonât test me, spiderboy, i will kill you.â
âthis is humiliating for me too!â he yelled back. âiâm an icon of justice!â
âyouâre an icon of annoying!â
you fought like bickering siblings who had never met before yesterday and yet were somehow stuck together for life. every time you tried to do anything, youâd hear him mutter something under his breath like, âwhy couldnât i have been bonded to someone normal?â and youâd throw a couch pillow at him.
it was exactly at the point of your worst argumentâover whether or not he could eat directly out of the peanut butter jarâthat his watch beeped. he glanced down, cursed under his breath, and without any warning, leapt off the couch.
âwaitâwhat the fuckâ!â you screamed as your body was yanked clean off the floor.
âshit, sorry!â yeonjun called back mid-air, swinging out the open balcony door like it was a tuesday stroll. âemergency call!â
âemergency call your ass, PUT ME DOWN!â
âcanât! youâre tethered! my bad!â
you flailed helplessly as you were flung through the air, wind screaming in your ears, the skyline of the city blurring past. each time he swung, your body would arc toward him, face practically slamming against his as you bumped into him with every motion. your nose brushed his chin, your cheek scraped his jaw, and one timeâone timeâyour lips accidentally brushed the side of his mask.
you shrieked. âstop swinging like a lunatic and hold me!â
âoh? now you care about being close to me?â he teased, voice gleeful, mask slightly lopsided.
you scowled. âif i throw up, itâs going straight into your face.â
he just laughed, and then like a showoff on steroids he flipped mid-air, feet planting against the side of a glass building, body upside down. the web between you tightened instantly, pulling you forward until your face hovered just inches from his. he didnât move. neither did you. the air thinned between you, your breath catching as your eyes flicked to his masked face.
your lips were right there.
he grinned.
then dropped you very unceremoniously onto a nearby rooftop with a thud.
âcareful, pretty,â he drawled, voice smug. âyou almost kissed me.â
you gaped at him. âwhat the hell?â
âwhat?â he said innocently, crouching on the edge of the roof like the cockiest bastard alive. âdonât blame me. youâre the one whoâs all over me lately.â
âyou pulled me into the sky like a rag doll!â
he tilted his head. âand yet, youâre still clinging to me. hmm.â
you chucked a loose brick at him, but he dodged it and just laughed again, sunlight catching his suit as he rose higher on the buildingâs edge. the way he stood, so confident and self-assured, was almost unrecognisable from the shy, stammering boy who slept in your apartment and accidentally blurted compliments with red cheeks and soft eyes.
because here, like this, in the suit, yeonjun wasnât flustered. he wasnât awkward. he was bold and flirtatious and impossible to pin down. and it was beginning to drive you crazy.
âgod,â you muttered under your breath, trying to smooth your wind-tangled hair. âyour split personality is insane.â
âyou like it,â he said with a wink and leapt off the rooftop again, dragging you behind him with a scream echoing into the morning air.
he was heavy in your armsâwell, technically you were mostly dragging him, but still, he made a pretty pathetic sight with one arm slung over your shoulder and his mask balled up in your fist.Â
yeonjun winced with every step as you practically hauled him down the hallway to your bathroom, grumbling under your breath about superhero idiocy and your web-chained fate. his face was pale but smug, which made it hard to feel too bad for him, even with the deep gash on his side bleeding through the slick fabric of his suit.Â
âcouldâve just let me bleed out on the roof,â he joked weakly, slumping down onto the toilet seat. you shot him a look and flicked the bathroom light on.
âhow could i? weâre attached to each other because of your stupid web.â
he groaned dramatically as you rifled through the cabinet for your tiny first aid kit. âgod, i forget how mean you can get.â
âyouâve known me for two days.â
âand iâve never known peace since,â he mumbled, hissing when you unzipped the top of his suit. it peeled down like a second skin, sticking slightly to the dried blood at his side, and then it was suddenly just thereâhis torso, sculpted and gleaming faintly with sweat, all defined lines and soft curves where his skin dipped between muscle. he was flushed down to his chest, breaths short and laboured, and you hated yourself for noticing. your eyes stuttered somewhere between his collarbone and the trail of blood slashed across his ribs. he was stupidly attractive, in that way people werenât supposed to be when they were bruised and bleeding and shirtless in your bathroom.
you blinked hard to cover it up. âyouâre disgusting.â
he grinned. âyouâre staring.â
âiâm assessing the wound,â you snapped, even though your voice cracked embarrassingly halfway through.Â
you knelt beside him, pulling out antiseptic and gauze, trying very hard not to notice the way his thigh brushed your knee. he was warm and so very there, and the web tether between you pulsed quietly, glowing with soft light that gradually brightened as your hands made contact with his skin.
you swore under your breath as the tether suddenly shortened, dragging you even closer until you were practically perched on his leg, trying to clean the gash with shaking fingers.
âstop moving,â you muttered, avoiding his gaze.
âyouâre literally sitting on me.â
âand youâre literally whining like a baby,â you shot back.
âsorry, i didnât realise getting stabbed meant i had to also deal with you sitting on me and insulting me,â he grumbled, but there was no bite to it. his voice had dipped lower and softer, with a strange edge of tension beneath the banter, which curled around your lungs and squeezed.
you froze when he tilted his head to look at you, eyes dark and voice barely above a murmur.
âyou gonna kiss me or just keep staring?â
you froze at that, heartbeat thudding louder making the web glow brighter. you stared at him, caught between the heat of his skin under your hands and the dare in his voice.Â
but then your hand shot up and smacked his chest, hard enough to jolt him, and you scrambled off his lap, trying to hide your flaming face behind pure rage.
âget dressed, freak!â
he laughed as you stormed out of the bathroom, muttering something about how you were the weirdest civilian heâd ever met. you didnât respond with youe usual snarky response as you were too busy pressing your hands to your face and praying the floor would open up and swallow you whole.
later, the both of you ended up back in your bed this time, lying stiffly on either end like two strangers forced to share a lifeboat. the air mattress plan was abandoned mutually, after both of you admitted it had been a disaster the night before. this was... better. except for the thing between you. the glowing thread, taut and warm, stretched like some cursed lifeline from your wrist to his. you turned to your side, glaring at the ceiling.
âthis is insane,â you muttered.
âyou think?â he sighed. âi was testing a prototype, not... roping myself to a civilian.â
you glanced over at him. his face was turned toward the ceiling too, dark in the low light, jaw sharp and brows furrowed in thought. then he spoke again, voice quiet and strange.
âitâs supposed to sync with biological emotion markers. thatâs what the tech does. it connects based on stimulusâheartbeat, adrenaline, whatever.â
he then paused as both of you looked down at the web connecting your wrists. it was glowing again.
brighter.
âis itââ you swallowed, suddenly aware of how fast your heart was beating. ââis it reacting to me⌠or to you?â
his eyes flicked toward you. something unreadable settled into his expression as he shifted, leaning slightly closer. the tether pulsed, light blooming a little brighter between your wrists. you felt your skin heat where it touched the sheets, the air between your bodies shimmering with something you didnât want to name.
his hand moved, slow and hesitant, fingers brushing your cheek like he was afraid of scaring you off. it was the first time he touched you that gently. like he wanted to. like this was something he wasnât allowed to want.
your breath hitched.
but then he blinked, the moment cracking in half as he leaned away quickly and gave a sheepish laugh.
âsorry, iâm being so weird,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âgoodnight.â
you stared at him as he rolled to his side, facing away, shoulders tense.
your hand drifted to the tether between you which was glowing faintly now. like it, too, was pretending none of that happened.
the next morning, you woke with a heavy feeling in your chest, the warmth of yeonjun's body pressed against your back where he'd somehow started spooning you during the night.Â
the cursed bio-web glowed faintly between your wrists, its light weaker now but still stubbornly connecting you to the sleeping superhero whose arm was currently crushing your diaphragm. you tried to shift away, but the movement yanked yeonjun's wrist sharply toward you, jolting him awake with a grunt.
"mmphâw'shappening?" he slurred, blinking sleepily as his free hand came up to rub his eyes. then he froze, suddenly very aware of how his body was molded against yours, his nose buried in your hair.Â
"oh. uh. morning."
"morning," you muttered, refusing to acknowledge how nice his sleep-rough voice sounded this close to your ear. the web pulsed between you, responding to your elevated heartbeat like the traitor it was.
yeonjun cleared his throat and attempted to roll away, only for the tether to snap taut, dragging you both into an awkward mid-air collision of limbs.Â
"right. forgot about that," he mumbled, his cheeks pink as he untangled himself. "three days can't end fast enough."
the words shouldn't have stung, but they did.
the day passed in strange pockets of silence and unexpected intimacy. making breakfast was, again a clumsy dance of coordinated movementsâyou cracking eggs onehanded while he reached across you for the spatula, his chest brushing your back in a way that made the web flare brighter.Â
by afternoon, you'd developed an unspoken rhythm. studying on the couch meant yeonjun's legs thrown over your lap, his toes occasionally flexing against your thigh. you told him about your classes, the professors you loved and hated, the little things that made you feel like home. he told you about his family, his friendsâ relentless teasing, and how sometimes being spider-man meant missing out on the simplest moments. you laughed more than you expected, but the heavy feeling in your heart didnât go away.
as sunset painted your balcony in gold, you stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the web's glow grow fainter.Â
"think it'll hurt when it breaks?" you asked, trying to sound casual.
yeonjun flexed his wrist. "dunno. never stuck myself to a pretty girl before."
"shut up," you said without heat, your traitorous pulse making the thread brighten.
right as you said that, without any ceremony it suddenly dissolved. one moment the connection was there, thrumming with energy. the next, there was nothing. your wrist felt strangely light, the skin unmarked as if the tether had never existed. the sudden freedom was more disorienting than the fall from the subway platform three days ago.
yeonjun cleared his throat, rocking back on his heels. "so. uh. guess i should..." he gestured vaguely toward the skyline.
"yeah," you agreed too quickly. "crime to fight. people to save. all that."
an awkward beat passed before he suddenly pulled you into a stiff hug, his hands patting your back like he was unsure of what he was doing. "see you in class," he mumbled into your hair before releasing you like you'd burned him.
you nodded, a little breathless. âyeah.â
you watched quietly as he slipped the mask back up, eyes meeting yours one last time before he waved goodbye and launched himself into the air with a graceful swing. the sight left a hollow ache in your chest, the cool evening breeze whispering around you as you leaned on the balcony railing and closed your eyes.
just as you were wondering how the hell you were going to say hi to him on campus, a shadow suddenly blocked the fading sunlight in front of you. you opened your eyes and smiled. there he wasâspider-man, hanging upside down right before you. the maskâs white eyes blinked slowly, hesitating.
"miss me?"
you let out a startled yelp which turned into a punch that sent him swinging backward with a laugh.
"you absolute asshole!" you hissed, heart hammering. "what the hell are youâ"
"forgot something," he interrupted, catching himself on the railing. his voice was oddly nervous as the white lenses of his mask stared at you. "the web's gone but... my chest still feels kinda tight? like there's still a tether there. that's... not normal, right?"
you blinked. "your... chest?"
"yeah." his gloved hand came up to rub at the black spider emblem. "right here. it's weird. hurts a little. think i need you to checkâ"
"you're such a terrible liar," you breathed, but your hands were already reaching for his mask. this time, you pulled it all the way off.
yeonjun's face was flushed, his lips slightly parted as he stared at you with an expression so open it made your knees weak. there was no smugness behind it, just nervous hope.Â
"so?" he whispered. "you gonna check or what?"
your fingers curled around his jaw. "shut up and kiss me, spider-boy."
he didn't need to be told twice.
the first kiss was messyâyeonjun still upside down, your hands fumbling with his hair as he gripped your waist to keep you both from toppling over. your upper lip brushed against his lower one first, that plush swell of his mouth impossibly soft against yours, and then he was kissing you back properly, his lips moving with a desperate hunger that made your head spin. the contrast was intoxicatingâthe way your upper lip caught slightly on the perfect curve of his lower one before he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that had you clutching at his shoulders for balance. when you bit his lower lip, he actually whimpered, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
"fuck," he panted when you broke apart, his pupils blown wide. his lower lip glistened where you'd nipped it, that perfect pout even more swollen now. "was thatâare weâ"
"if you don't kiss me again in the next three seconds, i'm pushing you off this balcony."
he grinned, wild and bright, before surging forward. this time, he flipped mid-kiss, his body twisting until he was pressing you back against the railing, his thigh slotting between yours. your upper lip caught on his again in that delicious way, the sensitive skin tingling where it dragged against the fuller curve of his lower lip before his tongue swept into your mouth.Â
the heat of him was everywhere, his hands roaming your back with none of the hesitation he'd had while tethered. when you moaned into his mouth, he swallowed the sound greedily, his lower lip catching on yours as he pulled back just enough to tease before diving in again.
"still think i'm a nuisance?" he murmured against your lips, his teeth scraping your jaw, his lips brushing yours with each word.
"shut up," you gasped, arching into him. your lips dragged against his as you spoke, the fleeting contact making him shudder. "just because i want to make out with you doesn't mean i approve of your reckless vigilantism."
yeonjun laughed, the vibration travelling straight through your chest as he lifted you effortlessly onto the railing. your legs locked around his waist on instinct, his hands gripping your thighs as he kissed you again, deeper this time. his lower lip slotted perfectly between yours, that plush softness yielding to your teeth when you bit down gently, and the groan it tore from him was better than any sound you'd heard in your life.Â
"good thing i don't need your approval," he teased between kisses, each brush of his lips against yours more deliberate now, his upper lip catching on yours in ways that made your toes curl. "just your mouth. and your hands. and maybeâ"
you cut him off with another kiss, your fingers tightening in his hair. the city stretched out below you, endless and bright, but all you could focus on was the way yeonjun shuddered when you tugged him closer, the way his heart pounded against yours âno web needed this time to prove you were connected.
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âYouâre really fucking bad at this,â you muttered, tossing your cards onto the table with a smirk, âyouâve lost three hands in a row.â
Jake narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched as that cocky grin of his slowly reformed when he leaned back in the armchair. His shirt was long goneâthrown across your room right after the second round, and now he sat there in nothing but his jeans, his thighs spread like a goddamn invitation for you.
âIâm the one losing and yet,â he drawled, clicking his tongue, âyouâre the one sitting there with your nipples hard and thighs clenched shut.â
âConfidence doesnât suit losers, hm?â You said, rolling your eyes, though you were painfully aware of the wetness pooling in your panties.Â
âItâs not confidence yâknow? Itâs experience. I know how itâs gonna end.â He took another sip of his beer, eyes fixated on you.Â
You shifted on the rug, refusing to give him the satisfaction of reacting, âyeah? Tell me, psychic, how does it end?â
âWith you naked,â he said simply, using that deep sultry voice of his, âand sitting on my lap.â
Your stomach tightened at the casual certainty in his voice, he was way too overconfident for his own good, which had you scoffing. You tossed him his cards and dealt the next round before you could think too hard about how right he probably could be, only for him to loseâagain.Â
âWow,â you said, dragging the word out. âThatâs four in a row. This might be your new record, Jakey.â
He simply stared at you from across the table, bottom lip bitten and red now. You knew that look so wellâthe very one he used to get when he was right on the edge of snapping, of fucking you dumb.
You nodded at his jeans, the last thing he had on, well, besides his boxers, âguess that confidenceâs wearing pretty thin now, huh?â
He said nothing, just reached down and undid the rest of his fly, eyes locked on yours. The sound of the zipper was enough to make your stomach flip. Then he stood up, sliding the denim down over his thighs, kicking them off without breaking eye contact.
You wondered why you even let him into your apartment, your obsessive ex. With a gulp, you looked away, especially after staring at his body, the one youâd seen endless times. Whatâs worse was that Jake caught it, the way your gaze dropped, something that boosted his already inflated ego as just sat back down, spreading his legs even wider, letting you look. Letting you see how much youâd already fucked with him.
âDeal,â you muttered, trying to sound unaffected, however, this time, your hand was trash and Jakeâs grin turned wicked when you set your cards down.
âOff,â he said simply.
You sighed, âbe specific.â
His eyes drifted to your waist, then back to your face, âpanties.â
Heat cascaded across the expanse of your skin. Still, your fingers slipped beneath the waistband and eased them down, letting them fall at your ankles before stepping out of them. You sat again, bare, pretending this wasnât already getting out of hand.
Jake exhaled like heâd just had an orgasmic experience, âfucking knew it.â
âKnew what?â you snapped, though your voice came out softer than intended.
âThat you were already soaked,â his tone deeper with satisfaction, âthat you wanted me the second I walked in.â
You opened your mouth to deny itâthen shut it again because your body betrayed you anyway with the way your breathing changed, the way your thighs shifted again. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, close enough now that you could feel the heat of him.
âOne more round, yeah?â He murmured, âwinner calls the shot.â
âAnd if you win?â you asked.
He smirked, âyou sit on my lap while we finish the game.â
Your heart hammered, âand if I win?â
âYou can keep pretending you donât want to.â
You dealt again, and to your absolute bad luck, you lost, looking up at him now, while he just crooked a finger, voice full of lust and satisfaction, âcâmere.â
It was really infuriating how cocky he was, how he always came back and you let him, despite everything that happened. God, you really hated him, âIâm not your dog.â
âYou sure about that, pup? Come here.â He gave you a look, making the whole situation worse, but a bet was a bet, so you simply ignored his comment, moving forward.Â
His hands were on you instantly, dragging you down so your bare cunt settled right against the thick length beneath his boxers as you bit your lip to prevent any sound from coming out.
âFuck,â he muttered, chuckling, âthere she is, good girl.â
âDonâtââ you started, but your voice faltered when he rolled his hips slowly, pressing your clit right against him.Â
He smirked, âyeah, exactly that.â
His mouth brushed your jaw as his hand slid lower, fingers parting you like he always did, âanother bet,â he murmured, âif you fall apart on my fingers before the next shuffle, you admit you still want me.âÂ
You scoffed, ready to argue, but then he pressed two fingers inside you, and the breath left your lungs in a rush. His thumb circled your clit lazily, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you, and he probably did.Â
âStill tight,â he whispered, thrusting again, knuckles nudging that soft spot heâd always known how to find. You tried to glare at him, tried to hold onto your hateâbut your hips chased every curl of his fingers, slick sounds reverberating the room.
âTick tock,â Jake teased, kissing the corner of your mouth while his fingers worked you open, faster now, thumb grinding down until your thighs trembled against his. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into skin, swallowing little gasps you refused to give him.Â
âThere she is,â he said softly, âgo on, lose to me again.â
And you didâfalling apart on his hand, body pulsing around his fingers while he watched you fall, smug and so pleased with himself.
âTold you, darling,â he murmured against your lips, âexperience.â
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jungwon hasnât seen anything more beautiful than the sight in front of him.
itâs youâ hair down, slightly wet from the shower you just took. youâre wearing his hoodie, it belongs to you now anyway.
youâre telling him about your day at work and jungwon is thinking about all the adjectives that describe your beauty.
your words are deaf to his ears anyway. heâs tunnel visioning on your lipsâ plump and shiny. the soft glow of kitchen lights is reflecting off your gloss like gold in the sun.
he bets itâs peach. you have mentioned how good it is and jungwon thinks he needs to be chained before he actually kisses you one of these days.
you turn to him, placing the mugs on the counter, kuromi and hello kitty ones, for some reason. âand then it happenedâ are you even listening?â
he flinches at your words, half surprise and half nervousness because your eyes are on him now and he feels his face grow hot. he blinks before looking at you, and then looks away immediately.
even after living together for three months, jungwon canât hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.
âuhâ yes,â he says, an awkward chuckle follows. he pushes up his glasses. âsorry, i kind of zoned out,â
he feels a little bad, really. you could very well ignore himâ who even is he, if not a mere man in love. you donât however.
evenings are always filled with chatters about your day. you talk, he listens. you laugh, he melts. you ask him something, he gulps in nervousness. and when you look at him, eye to eye, jungwon falls in love all over again.
you shake your head with a smile and he looks down in embarrassment. heâs fumbling so bad, he could dig a grave and disappear.
âiâm saying my friend from work is getting married. her boyfriend proposed to her yesterday,â you repeat and he makes sure he listens to you this time even though his gaze reverts back to your lips.
and all jungwon heard are two wordsâ marriage and proposal.
his heart speeds up. proposal, he would do that soon. it sounds crazy, even to him, you arenât even his girlfriend.
and marriage, it sounds like a dream come true. you give the orders, he has it all sorted out in the head.
tired from work? he would draw you a warm bath with the cinnamon scented candles. everything your eyes land on shall be yours, itâs a norm. you can wake him up at three in the morning and he would make you a cusine.
he is learning to cook for you anyway. the pamphlet of cooking classes lies tucked in his drawer, he simply needs to make a call to join.
you look at him with a spoon in your hand. âhoney?â
âyes?â and he responds instinctively, like itâs the most natural thing. itâs quiet for a while, he looks in your eyes a little longer. thereâs a jar in front of you and his face burns up, a dusk of pink adoring his cheeks. âoh. . .i just realised you meant the flavour,â
you giggle at his small slip and the butterflies flutter in his chest at the sound. itâs music to his ears, something he would probably hear at the pearly gates of heaven.
he is dancing somewhere between embarrassment and fondness. wellâ at least he made you giggle. he would make a fool of him again, just to hear that sound again.
âiâm sorry,â he muttersâ slow, quiet.
you can only say âdonât be. itâs cute,â putting the cup of honey lemon tea in front of him. you look him in the eye for the third time this evening, he feels his knees go week. âyouâre cute,â
and his cheeks bloom a deeper shade of red. he doesnât look away this time, despite every nerve in his body firing like crackers. words die on his tongue, mind in a daze when his fingers brush against yours.
maybe he will tell you tomorrow, when he is a little more courageous. for now, jungwon will just sit and admire you in the name of drinking honey lemon tea, even if he doesnât like it.
â ⊠â â for beloved @bywons , happiest birthday, sweetness. i wrote this in a hurry since i have exams, but i did not want to make a late birthday post. nonetheless, i hope you like it. have a great birthday. love, caelin đ
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pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader
word count: 681
synopsis: when your boyfriend had a stressful day at work and all he wants is to have his face between your legs.
warnings: swearing, SMUT, pussy eating (obvi), fingering, cum eating, MINORS DNI!!
You arch your back at his touch. The sounds of both your and his soft moans fill the space of your room. His hands slide up to your hips and slip under, squeezing the skin between your ass and back as a soft âfuck,â leaves his lips with a breath.Â
Your hands are in his hair, fingers gently tangling and pulling at the dark locks. You slowly lift your head to look down at him, seeing his eyes already staring back at you. He makes eye contact as he slides his tongue into your heat, his nose rubbing gently against your clit.Â
A moan escapes your mouth at the sight of it. Of your beautiful boyfriend between your legs, tongue pushing against your walls, and hands exploring every part of your naked body.Â
âJake,â you breathe out his name, feeling his body shudder against your thighs and the vibrations of his soft moan in reply to his name rolling off your tongue sending goosebumps up your body.Â
âFuck, baby,â he whispered between the short few seconds he gave himself from lifting away from your soaking cunt, eyes glossing over the slick pooling out. Tongue stretching out his mouth and licking a stripe up to your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking gently.Â
You could feel your orgasm slowly approaching. And as badly as you wanted to cum all over his pretty face, you want this to last so much longer.Â
âThank you for this baby,â Jake mumbles against your clit, lifting his face and rubbing soft circles against it with his thumb, âI really needed this so bad.âÂ
You think back to the text messages you received from him just an hour ago:Â
Jake: Can I eat you out, please?
Jake: Just real quick.Â
Jake: Itâs been a rough day at work and I am pacing in the middle of the dorm and all I can think about is my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours to release this stress.Â
You: Of course, babe. The door is already unlocked for you <3
Jake: Baby :(
Jake: omw
He was at your front door not even fifteen minutes later, opening the door and letting himself in. Already finding you naked and spread out on your bed all ready to go for him. And he thanked every god possible for giving him a girlfriend like you.Â
Jake adores you and loves how you take care of him and his needs in every way possible. He loves you so much and even though youâre doing this to take care of his stress, he sure as hell will make sure youâre taken care of too.Â
Jake slides two of his fingers down to your lips, spreading them open, âYou have the prettiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on, YN,â he groans, kissing your cunt softly, tongue kitten licking your clit as his two fingers slip between your gummy walls.Â
The grip you have on his hair tightens as his long fingers rub against your spot. Jake is soft with his touches but still so very good at making your orgasm rush out faster.Â
Your walls clench his fingers, jaw slack as you feel your pending orgasm threatening to snap at any moment, âJakey, please,âÂ
âI know, baby,â he kisses your clit, shifting his fingers a tad bit faster in your cunt, âWant you to cum on my tongue, can you do that for me, baby?âÂ
You nod quickly, arching your back even more off the bed, toes curling once you feel his tongue enter you along with his fingers. Then you saw stars.Â
You squeeze your legs against his head, panting as your cum coats his tongue and fingers. Jake slurping every ounce of it up and moaning at your taste.
You didnât even realize Jake was squeezing your hips until you came down from your high, looking down at him and seeing your juices covering his mouth and jaw, hooded eyes down staring back at you.Â
The corners of his lips curl, âYou always know how to ease my mind.â
genre. fluff. newlyweds.
warnings. kissing.
pairing. husband!soobin x fem!reader.
wc. 698.
a/n. i want it to be winter so badly omg. also everyone needs to thank me for switching this angst fic (yeah, it was gonna be angst) to fluff at the last minute.
December 24th, 2011.
9:02 am.
âRace you up the hill!â Soobin giggled, already picking up speed to get to the top of the snow covered sledding hill.
âWait up!â Your high pitched voice shouted, racing after him, tumbling over your own two booted feet seconds later with a shriek. You rolled down the snowy hill, giggling. You could hear Soobinâs laughter drawing closer. He peered over into your view.
âIdiot.â He whispered, the biggest smile on his face, a dimple popping out on his cheek.
âIdiot, yourself!â You threw some snow at him as he tried to help you up. While he tried to make sure you hadnât hurt yourself, you took the opportunity to get a head start. âLast one upâs a rotten egg!â You shouted back to him.
âHey!â
âSoobin! Y/n! Hot cocoaâs ready when youâre done playing!â Soobinâs mom called out from a distance. Your mom laughed and continued to record the moment on the video camera.Â
Pause.
Rewind.
Play.
âRace you up the-â
Pause.
You couldnât hold back the endeared giggle that left your mouth at the paused frame. It was a low quality video given when it was taken, but Soobin had the biggest smile on his face, and you melted just looking at him.
âBabe, where are you? I finished putting away the kitchen equipment. Should we do the bedroom next?â Your husband of 3 days called from downstairs.
âIâve already started on the boxes!! Come look at this.â You shouted back, smiling as you rewinded the video again.
âThis is why it always takes twice as long for you to clean anything.â Soobin commented quietly, walking into the empty bedroom to join you on the floor.Â
You had both managed to set up the bedframe with some difficulty deciphering the model pictures on the instruction, but that was the only thing currently set up in the bedroom. You had tried to do it the night before, but had ultimately been too tired and had crashed on mattresses on the floor next to each other.
There were many things you were getting used to now that you had moved out of your parents house and into your new home with Soobin. You had grossly underestimated how long it might take to actually unpack everything.Â
You were glad that your honeymoon trip wasnât scheduled immediately after the wedding. You still had 3 days to get the house ready so you wouldnât have to worry about it when you returned.
âI found my momâs old video-log.â You showed him the camera eagerly, pressing play on the grainy video once again. âLook at your cheeks!â You cooed.
âWhat? How do you still have this?â Soobin giggled, âYou were taller than me.â
âThat was a short lived era, you giant.â
âBeing tall lets me hug you easily.â He pointed out, demonstrating by wrapping his right arm around you.
âBut you complain about your neck hurting when you kiss me.â You reminded him.
âI should take the chance now while weâre both at the same level.â He smiled, leaning in slightly for you to kiss him. You laughed before obliging, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
âWe need to finish the bedroom before dinner.â You said, placing the old video camera back in the box. Soobin groaned at the reminder. He had been working on the downstairs all day, unpacking and organising everything.
âCanât we just take a little break?â He suggested, using the arm he had wrapped around you to pull you down to the lie on the floor, your head resting on his chest.
âWe canât put this off for much longer, baby. We need to sleep on a proper bed tonight.âÂ
âJust 10 minutes, okay?â He had already closed his eyes, relaxing completely into the floor. He rubbed his hand back and forth across your back, hoping to get you to relax as well.
âFine. Just 10 minutes to cuddle with my husband.â You kissed his cheek and Soobin smiled at that. He was your husband. Only yours. And though he had only tied the knot 3 days ago, he felt as if he had been yours since he was little.
omg just wondering of you happen to know this one jake fic where he's an idol and he's beenlike ignoring and being distant to his gf yn not too sure of the details my yeah its angst and they're on tour and yn always welcome jake with a cake at their home but this time since their relationship have been falling apart jake came home to an empty house and he's kinda hurt and called yn and yn was like with her friends and jake could heard distant chattering realising that yn did not pay attention to jake like she used to before and them arguing im not so sure anymore oh god i'm so bad at explaining E ive been trying to find this for way too long now tejust wondering if you happen to know (if you don't you can totally ignore this)
hii i don't really read idol aus so i don't know what fic you're talking about sorryđ if anyone knows please help anon out!!
genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by nonnie âĄ
a/n: last heeseung drabble for this event!! i had so much fun writing this, i'll probably expand this idea a little more in the future!! im so tired im falling on my face rn so i'll do a grammar check tomorrow!! đ¤
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It's hilarious, really, how your campus' it boy Lee Heeseung seems to be absolutely smitten with you.
With the mentioned above man hot on your heels like a shadow, you try your best not to get distracted and keep putting the pile of books back on their rightful place on old shelves. Paying no attention to his stubborn tailing you, you bite back a smile at his soft grunt when he stumbles into another table corner for the nth time this hour.
Without no words needed anymore, you hand him one of the books and he automatically slides it onto the top shelf where you can't reach.
This has been going on for about two months now â you spending your afternoons helping the elderly campus librarian putting back the returned books, and Heeseung entertaining you with his presence as he relentlessly tries to work for this date with you that he's been yearning for for such a long time.
"Are you free this Friday?" He asks suddenly and you send him a glance. He leans one shoulder against the tall bookshelf and beams at you. "We have a game at 6, you have to come. I won't be able to make it into the hoop without seeing your pretty little face cheering on me from the stands."
"Sounds to me like you're not that good of a player if you won't," you bite back playfully but don't say no to his offer. The both of you know well that you'll come just as you did the last five times.
Heeseung's smile broadens as he closes the distance between the two of you a little more. "Every athlete needs a lil something to get them going. In my case it's you, my muse."
You can't help but scoff at his blatant flirtation and with a shake of your head you take a step back in an attempt to get a hold of your hammering heart again.
And with a yelp, you trip over the bag that you've carelessly tossed to the floor some hours before, and stumble forward â straight into Heeseung's chest. Not wasting any second more and risking the chance of you backing away, he takes the opportunity of having you this close to him and cups your chin with his long fingers, only to lean down and plant a kiss right on your lips. You freeze in your place, stunned with the sudden new feeling as you heart nearly beats out of your chest.
He pulls away to check up on you, hoping he didn't cross any of your boundaries, but when he sees your sparkly eyes looking at him with such astonishment, face flushed so fucking adorably, he can't help but mold your lips back together again. He nibbles at the plush of your lip gently, thumb sliding to your chin to tug it down slightly and allowing him to deepen the kiss a little more.
There are no thoughts present on your mind other than Heeseung and his stupidly charming smirk and his stupidly confident attitude and his stupidly handsome face that never seems to leave your mind for even a second.
When he pulls away, he's met with your stunned face, eyes fluttering open and gaping right into his. He bites back a laugh as you remain speechless, a fat blush arising on your cheeks.
"Was that your first kiss?" He ends up asking, hand reaching up to brush the stray strand of hair out of your eyes. When all you do is nod your head sheepishly, eyes desperately avoiding his, he lets a wide grin spread on his lips. "Yeah? I was your first?"
You smack his arm gently and feel your ears burning when he catches your hand and intertwines it with his one.
"Shut up." You say and the quiet mutter squeezes at Heeseung's heart mercilessly.
And, god, he's so pathetic. So in love with you that if his teammates caught him in such state, he probably wouldn't hear the end of it until the day of his graduation.
"So you'll come? Right?"
With a roll of your eyes you close the distance parting your faces and mumble into his lips, "Yes, you idiot."
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"i think i've always loved you" (jungwon x reader)
genre: fluff word count: 0.9k requested by @miukityy-deactivated20230802 âĄ
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The hallway is unusually silent as you walk through the empty school with an injured Jungwon hanging on your neck. It's an irony, really, that you, out of all people, have been chosen as the one to walk him to the nurse after he'd hurt his ankle in a result of bumping his head with one of his teammates and falling down roughly.
"How's your leg?" You ask to somehow fill the silence, hand gripping his waist tightly.
He shoots you a pointed look before scoffing with slight amusement. "Not the best," he hums, finding humor in your shy words. "I think it might be twisted."
"That would suck," you murmur quietly.
This finally gets a laugh out of him. "Why are you still so awkward around me?" He chuckles, pinching your side playfully. "You really have no reason to be, after all those years. Makes me think you hate me or something."
He's teasing, you know that. But still, his words make you squirm a little because they couldn't have been farther from the truth.
You know it's weird that you're still so tense around him even though you've been, more or less, friends for such long time. But you like to tell yourself that your behavior is absolutely excusable. Because how else is one supposed to act around their long time crush without blowing their cover?
You lower your head, deciding on an honest answer this time. "Funny cause I always felt like you're the one who hates me."
Jungwon snorts from your ridiculous thought. "That's crazy. C'mon, everyone knows I've always liked you." His confession does little to pacify your already pounding heart and just when you think about letting it slide, he goes on almost as if someone treated him with an honesty potion. "No, scratch that. Actually, I think I've always loved you."
The quiet, almost embarrassed mumble just can't go past your ears this time, completely disregarding Jungwon's deepest wish that you didn't actually hear his words. Your body tenses up as you halt your steps, head shooting to the side to cast a shocked glance at Jungwon.
Did you hear that right or are you just this far gone into your delusion?
"What?" You manage to stumble out. His arm wrapped around your shoulders all of sudden leaves a nearly burning trace behind and you shiver slightly. "You really must've gotten it hard in the head, huh?"
Jungwon strangles a groan that bubbles up in his throat, knowing well that this slip up was no one else's fault but his. Oh God, he's really doing this. Running his free hand over his face, he unsuccessfully tries to shake off the sudden nervousness spreading over his system like some kind of a parasite.
"No, what? I wasn't- Okay, fuck, whatever," he breathes out quickly, stumbling over his words and slightly loosening his grip on you to face you better. "I'm in love with you. I mean it. I've been ever since you barged into my class and hit Riki's head with this brick-ass notebook of yours."
You flush at the mention of the memorable momentum from over four years ago. With ears burning, you forget about his injury for a hot moment and step away from his touch, the sudden movement catching Jungwon off guard and causing him to stumble forward with a whine, right back into your smaller frame.
"Shit, I'm so sorry," you rush out the apology, arms instinctively finding their way around his middle again, keeping him steady.
You're left breathless, feeling absolutely each and every emotion striking your heart one by one. And in this moment, looking up at his ever so pretty face, cheeks slightly flushed with pink and eyes wide with nerves; you decide to show your answer through actions rather than words.
So you raise to your tippy toes and capture his lips with yours without even a hint of hesitation. Even if Jungwon's heart literally jumps out of his chest, all hair rise up on his arms and world nearly halts to a stop â he never lets you know any of these things as he dips his head down, allowing you to get more comfortable and settle back on your feet, kissing you twice as intensely as he finally lets go of all the pent up tension in his body.
He presses his lips deeply to yours, drinking every quiet sound that you make as his hand makes its way up to your face, fingers brushing your skin so gently in the total contrast to his relentless mouth biting and bruising yours.
And fuck him for not growing the balls to confess to you sooner.
You let his desperate lips do anything and everything to yours right now, ignoring the tingling that guarantees they're gonna be swollen and burning after he pulls away. But you're way too infatuated and greedy to loosen your grip around his neck.
You're unwillingly forced to break the kiss when your lungs feel as if they're about to collapse, so with one, two, three more pecks to his wet lips, you take a step back, yet not far enough from him to not feel his heavy breath on your face.
"I might like you a little too," you can't help but tease quietly, now finally content with your feelings and watching giddily as a fond smile makes its way to his red lips.
He hums, hands moving to your hips. "Only a little?"
"A tiny bit," you keep the banter up, squirming with a squeal when his fingers dig into your sides in a tickle.
hii! i wanted to request a kinda suggestive werewolf sunghoon x reader who's surprisingly not scared of him. him having a soft spot for her and soft dom vibes but not literally smut!! tyy love your work âĄ
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PAIRING. alpha, werewolf!sunghoon x fem!reader
CONTENT. suggestive content (15+), supernatural elements, possessive behaviour, emotional tension, implied claming/mating themes, implied dom!sunghoon
WORD COUNT. 1,646
AUTHOR'S NOTE. thank you so much anon for this ask! i enjoyed writing this. <3
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You always felt him.
Literally, he hovered.
From your classes in Statistics to the Library, there was always a looming presence you seem to feel settled deep within your bones, along with two golden glowing eyes that you kept catching in the corners of your vision. He didn't just stare, he bore into you.
Not with curiosity, but with something that felt like it was meant to scare you. Or test you. Or both.
Others kept their distance. Some changed directions entirely when he passed by. You'd seen it too many times: people shrinking in on themselves when he turned the corner, heads ducking low like his gaze might burn right through them.
People were always warned of Park Sunghoon.
The first time you heard of him, you told yourself that you were keeping your distance. It was the safest option, and you wanted to graduate soon enough without the mess that involved creatures like his kind.
But distance, as it turned out, was not something Sunghoon allowed. It was something that he didn't accept when it came to terms to you.
He never spoke to you directly, not at first. Just lingered. Not like a ghost. More like a storm-cloud. Predictable in the way he hovered outside lecture halls, sat two rows behind you in the library but never once opened a book. You'd leave a study room and find him leaning on the vending machine outside. Not watching. Just there. As if he had nowhere to be.
It wasn't flirting. It wasn't even subtle. It was instinctual. Primal.
Yet, there was something oddly reassuring about the weight of his gaze. Something steady about the way he stood in your periphery. Silent, still, simmering. It made your fingers twitch on your pen. Made your spine straighten. Made you aware of yourself in ways that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with being seen.
Rumors always preceded Park Sunghoon. Alpha-in-the-making. Fourth of the original seven. Strongest tracker in his lineage. Cold, efficient, cruel when provoked. He was never supposed to lead.
But legends rarely ask for permission.
When the former alpha stepped down, it was Sunghoon who took the mantle. Not the eldest, not the loudest, not the one everyone expected. Just the one everyone knew better than to challenge. He didnât fight for it â well, mot publicly. The title bowed to him. Or maybe the others simply knew they wouldnât win.
Even now, months into the semester, people still talked about it in hushed tones. The unexpected rise. The hierarchy shift. The quiet ruthlessness behind those amber-lit eyes.
He always looked out for you when you come to the campus, even when you left it. Picked your favorite pastry from the campus cafĂŠ and left it without a note in your locker. Told off a sophomore for bumping into you and not apologizing.
It wasnât romantic. It was possessive. Careful. Constant.
It was maddening.
Because you knew what it looked like when a wolf was circling.
And still, Sunghoon couldn't find himself to come near you to tell you what was it that he wanted from you.
Like right now, while you were in the Campus Library, working on something that you wanted to finish so you could doze off in your free day tomorrow. You felt his gaze prickle your skin, the coldness of the night seems to have heightened because of his presence.
You didn't have to lift your head to know it was him. The way the air shifted. The way your body registered it before your mind did, like the way trees brace for thunder before it breaks
You kept your eyes on the paper in front of you, your handwriting steady, though your heartbeat had started to crawl up your throat.
"You know I know you've been following me, right?"
Your voice doesn't rise. It doesn't even waver. It's barely a murmur, a thread pulled between your breath and the silence that cloaks the library like a fog. But it's enough.
The chair across from your creaks. You glance up, and he's already there: Park Sunghoon, in all his brooding, broad-shouldered, bone-carved glory. Head tilted, but not surprised you spoke first.
His gaze doesnât soften. It never does. But it quiets, like winterâs first snowfall, and somehow thatâs worse, âAnd here I thought I was being subtle,â he says, voice low, rough-edged velvet.
You blink, âHovering outside my classrooms? Sitting across the room in every place I go? I think subtle left the building the moment you glared at my Statistics prof for keeping me overtime.â
His mouth twitches. Almost a smile. But not quite.
"What do you want, Sunghoon?"
That gets his attention.
His golden eyes flash with something. Not surprise, not amusement, but something older. More reverent. Like the very idea of your courage is something heâs memorized and replayed.
"You're not afraid."
He says it like a challenge.
Like a discovery. Like a slow-burning fact heâs only now willing to say aloud.
You hold his gaze, even if your fingers twitch slightly beneath the table, âShould I be?â
That earns you something close to a chuckle. Low, almost breathless. But not unkind.
"Most people don't look me in the eye," he murmurs, "They flinch, they avoid. They cross the street before I even get close. But you keep holding your ground."
You shrug, trying to play off the way your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, "Maybe I just have bad instincts."
His eyes glint, "Or maybe you're the only one with good ones."
He leans in slightly. Not enough to breach propriety. Just enough for your breath to hitch and your thoughts to scatter like startled birds.
âYouâre curious,â he says, tone velveted with something darker, âYou wonder why Iâm always there. Why I hover.â
Your silence betrays you. And he sees it.
âYou wonder what it means,â he says, his voice nearly a purr now, âYou wonder what Iâd do if I got too close.â
You straighten. âDonât flatter yourself.â
Sunghoon smirks, slow and knowing. âToo late.â
You hate how warm your ears feel. How your skin tingles under his stare like itâs trying to memorize the weight of it.
Then his voice drops, rough and dragging like smoke, âYou ever read about my kind?â
You blink, âIn textbooks. Legends. The usual.â
He hums, âThen you know what happens when we find someone who calms our instincts.â
You open your mouth. Close it again. Because no, you hadnât gotten that far. Most of what youâd read had been vague folklore: cryptic warnings, dramatized rituals, blood and moons and whispered prophecies.
He doesnât wait for you to answer.
âWe circle,â he says, âWe linger. We stay close. Not always because we want to.â
Your throat goes dry, âWhat do you mean?â
He watches you for a moment, eyes flickering down. From your throat, to your collarbone, to your hands curled on the table like youâre trying to hide how they tremble.
You notice his gaze. And you tried to say something, but nothing comes out.
âIâm not some rabid thing, Y/N,â he says, and his voice is cool, but thereâs heat underneath it, âI can control myself.â
A pause.
âBut that doesnât mean I donât want.â
Your stomach flips.
And he knows it. Of course he knows it. That slight, infuriating tilt of his mouth says as much.
âYouâre interesting,â he muses, âYouâre smart. Brave. I bet any other wolves would want to get their hands on you, but they have to go through me."
Your breath catches. Not because of the words, though those alone are enough to short-circuit your nervous system, but it's because of the way he says them. Low, certain. Not a threat, a truth.
They have to go through me.
As if itâs already a given. As if some invisible line has been drawn around you, and heâs etched his name into the perimeter.
You stare at him, pulse pounding in your ears like war drums, âWhy?â you manage to whisper.
He doesnât flinch. Doesnât look away.
âBecause you feel like mine,â Sunghoon says simply.
And it hits like a freight train.
The thing is: heâs not even close to you. Still seated across the table. Still giving you the illusion of space. But you feel him everywhere. The press of his stare on your lips. The heat blooming low in your belly. The ache in your palms from curling your fingers too tight to stop the trembling.
He leans back, like he can sense the tension climbing your spine.
âDonât worry, pretty,â he murmurs, voice so casual it almost makes your skin prickle, âI wonât take anything you donât offer.â
And somehow, thatâs what undoes you. Not the power in his stance, not the quiet authority in his tone, but the restraint. The way he gives you the choice, even as he coils around your senses like smoke.
Your mouth opens, again, like maybe this time, youâll say something clever. Something that will even the playing field, ground you back into the present.
âSunghoonâŚâ
He rises.
Tall. Solid. Radiating something ancient that brushes up against instinct, that tells you to flinch or flee, but you donât.
You really don't want to.
âCareful,â he drawls, âIf you say my name like that again, I might start thinking you want me to claim you.â
Your breath hitches. And itâs obvious. Written on your face, etched into your silence.
His grin stretches out wider.
âIâll see you around,â he says, backing away like he didnât just set your entire world on fire. Like he didnât leave the scent of his promise wrapped around your throat.
He turns, disappears into the far end of the library, and it takes several seconds before you realize your fingers are still curled around your pen like a lifeline. Your heartâs still hammering.
blood mention â p in v â riding â begging â praise â corruption kink
a.n: here i go changing my post aesthetics again sighhh â 1k words
he shows up at your apartment just past midnight. hoodie damp with sweat, lip split, knuckles scraped raw. thereâs blood on his jaw, and you donât know if itâs his or someone elseâs â you donât ask.
you just let him in.
he doesnât say much as you guide him to the bathroom, shedding layers as he walks â hoodie, shirt, hand wraps peeled off slow. he looks wrecked. chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, bruises blooming purple down his side. his mouth is swollen, bleeding a little at the corner.
you kneel between his legs on the cold tile floor, bowl of warm water beside you, and begin to clean him up. soft cotton to the corner of his lip. fingertips gentle under his chin.
âyouâre too sweet for this,â he murmurs, voice hoarse.
you blink up at him. âwhat?â
his thumb brushes your bottom lip. âyou always take such good care of me.â
you try to answer, but his hand slides into your hair and you freeze.
heâs still looking at you â soft but steady, like heâs making a decision heâs already committed to. âhurts less than wanting you does.â
your breath catches.
âsunghoonâŚâ
âbeen thinking about you all night,â he says, voice low. âin the ring, between rounds. thinking about how good youâd look on top of me.â
you donât mean to whimper, but you do â quiet and caught off guard. his grip in your hair tightens just slightly.
âyou like hearing that?â he asks. âtell me.â
âi do,â you whisper, cheeks hot. âi like it.â
his jaw clenches. âfuck.â
he leans down to kiss you, and itâs messy and slow and claiming. he tastes like blood and sweat and need. you sigh into it, hands curling in his lap as he deepens the kiss.
âcan i touch you?â he asks against your mouth. âor is this too much?â
âplease,â you say instantly. âi want you to.â
his eyes soften, just for a second. âthen get on my lap, baby.â
you straddle him carefully, knees on either side of his thighs, hands braced on his shoulders. his hands are warm when they slide up the back of your shirt, palms splayed flat.
âtake this off for me,â he says gently, tugging at the hem. âwanna see you.â
you nod, skin prickling as you lift your shirt and drop it behind you. you feel exposed â bare from the waist up, straddling his bruised frame â but the way he looks at you melts the nerves.
âso fucking pretty,â he breathes. âyou always this shy?â
âjust⌠with you.â
his gaze darkens. âgood. donât want anyone else seeing you like this.â
his hands drift down your sides, thumbs teasing the waistband of your shorts. âcan i?â
you nod again, lips parting, and he smiles â soft, proud. âuse your words, sweetheart.â
âyes,â you whisper. âplease.â
he pulls your shorts and underwear down slow, letting you step out of them completely. he shifts his own sweats down just enough to free his cock â hard, flushed, leaking already.
you stare, breath hitching. he catches the look in your eye and strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on yours.
âyou ever done this before?â he asks gently.
you nod, a little shy. ânot like this.â
âyou donât have to do anything youâre not ready for,â he says, voice lower now, more serious. âjust tell me.â
âi want it,â you say quickly. âi want you.â
his breath shudders out. âokay, baby. come here.â
he guides you with both hands, helps you sink down onto him slowly â inch by aching inch â until heâs buried inside you and youâre both gasping.
âfuck,â he groans. âso tight. you feel so good.â
your nails dig into his shoulders. âitâs so bigââ
âi know,â he soothes. âyouâre taking me so well. just breathe. youâre doing perfect.â
you nod, trying to relax around the stretch, your body adjusting slowly. sunghoonâs hands never leave your waist, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.
after a moment, he lifts your hips gently and brings you back down. slow, careful. again. and again.
you gasp, thighs trembling, pleasure blooming sharp and slow in your belly.
âyou like that?â he asks, voice breathy.
âmmhâyes,â you whimper. âfeels so goodââ
he starts guiding your pace â helping you move, bounce, roll your hips just right.
âthatâs it,â he praises. âyou ride me so well, baby. look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock.â
your head falls forward onto his shoulder. he wraps his arms around your waist, starts thrusting up into you now â slow but deep, controlled.
âfeels so good, canâtâcanât thinkââ you gasp.
âdonât need to think,â he murmurs into your neck. âjust feel. let me take care of you.â
you cling to him, body shaking as the pressure builds. heâs relentless now â dragging you down with every thrust, cock hitting deep, perfectly, over and over again.
âgonna come for me?â he breathes. âwant you to make a mess all over me, pretty girl.â
you nod, eyes shut tight. âyes, yesâsunghoon, pleaseâ!â
you come with a cry, body jerking, clenching hard around him. he holds you through it, whispering praise, fucking you through every wave of it until heâs groaning against your neck and spilling inside you, hips stuttering, cock twitching deep.
for a moment, you just breathe â tangled together, hearts racing, bodies trembling.
then he lifts your chin, kisses you slow.
âyou okay?â he murmurs. âwas i too rough?â
you shake your head, smiling sleepily. âfelt good. you were perfect.â
he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your lips again.
ânext time,â he whispers, âiâll take my time.â
you laugh softly. âthat wasnât you taking your time?â
he grins, bruised and beautiful.
âbaby,â he says, voice low, âthat was me holding back.â
genre: hogwarts au, brother's best friend trope, fluff
synopsis: you tried to ignore how ni-ki made your stomach flip. you really did. all you wanted was a normal term at hogwarts. instead, youâre dealing with a love-potion-struck ni-ki, whose clinginess and love struck antics are giving your poor heart(and patience) a workout. your brother thinks itâs hilarious. you think you might combust. and ni-ki? he just wants to snuggle forever.
warnings: lots of kissing, they makeout, hickeys, skin-ship, cringey nicknames, some angst, clingy! lovestruck!ni-ki
note: for the anon who wanted a ni-ki hogwarts au, so sorry for the delay!!đ halfway into writing this i realised my nonchalant bro ni-ki would NEVER act like this but proceeded anyway since it's fiction so enjoyy reading!!
word count: 7.7k
if you liked this please comment or reblog to give me your feedback! <3
you told yourself this term would be different.Â
no more stolen glances across the great hall, no more lingering in the library just to catch a glimpse of his messy hair as he flipped through spellbooks. ni-ki was your brotherâs best friendâalways had been, always would be. that fact was as unchangeable as the house colours on your robes. and yet, every time he slung an arm around your brotherâs shoulders, laughing too loud in that carefree way of his, your pulse betrayed you.
it wasnât fair.
he was everywhere. lounging in the common room like he owned it, tossing a snitch between his hands while your brother groaned about quidditch drills. leaning over your shoulder in potions, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "youâre adding too much lacewing, y/n." his fingers brushing yours when he passed you a vial, the contact brief but enough to send sparks up your arm. you hated how your body reactedâhow your stomach twisted, how your cheeks burned when he smirked at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.
you were good at pretending. you had to be. when he flicked your quill during study sessions, you rolled your eyes instead of smiling. when he called your name across the courtyard, you waved half-heartedly instead of sprinting to him. when he winked at youâalways winking, always teasingâyou looked away before he could see the way your breath hitched.
but then there were the moments you couldnât control. the way your gaze lingered when he stretched after quidditch practise, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. the way your heart stuttered when he ruffled your hair, his laugh ringing in your ears. the way you memorised the curve of his smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he was genuinely happy.
you were pathetic.
this term, you swore, would be different. youâd focus on your studies, on your friends, on anything but him. youâd stop daydreaming about what it would feel like if he looked at you the way he looked at the quidditch pitchâlike it was the only thing that mattered. youâd stop wondering if he ever thought about you when you werenât there.
because ni-ki wasnât yours. he never would be.
and yet, when he slid into the seat beside you at breakfast, his knee pressing against yours under the table, your resolve crumbled all over again.
damn it.
  . . .Â
you shouldâve known better than to think this term would be easy.
the common room was its usual mess of noise and warmthâcrackling fire, hushed gossip, the occasional shriek of laughter as someone recounted their latest mishap in potions. you were tucked into your favourite corner of the couch, a well-worn copy of advanced arithmancy open in your lap, though you hadnât turned a page in at least twenty minutes. your friends were bickering good-naturedly beside you, debating whether transfiguration or charms was the more practical subject, but you werenât really listening. your mind kept drifting, as it always did, to the one person you were desperately trying not to think about.
then the door burst open.
a group of seventh-years stumbled in, grinning like theyâd just pulled off some grand scheme, and dumped a tray of shimmering, unnaturally bright sweets onto the low table in the centre of the room. the candies pulsed faintly, shifting colours like liquid trapped in sugar shells, looking clearly enchantwd. a few curious hands reached out, but the seventh-years just smirked and said, "dare you to try one," before sauntering off, leaving behind a ripple of nervous excitement.
you barely had time to roll your eyes before the common room door swung open again, and there he was.
ni-ki.
your breath caught.
he was still in his quidditch gear, his hair damp and tousled from the showers, his cheeks flushed from the chill of the evening air. your brother trailed behind him, complaining loudly about some foul during practise, but ni-ki wasnât listening. he was laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his whole face alight with that effortless joy that made your chest ache.
then his gaze flicked to the tray of sweets.
"whatâs this?" he asked, already reaching for one, his fingers closing around a candy that glowed a dangerous shade of pink.
something in your gut twisted.
"ni-ki, donâtâ" you started, scrambling to your feet, but it was too late. he popped it into his mouth without a second thought, chewing once before his entire expression shifted.
his eyes, sharp and playful, always so alive suddenly went soft and unfocused. then they locked onto you, wide and wondering, like he was seeing you for the first time.Â
"youâre beautiful," he breathed, voice low and awed, as if the words had been pulled out of him against his will.
the common room went quiet. your friends stopped mid-sentence. your brother blinked, confused. and you? you couldnât move.
ni-ki didnât hesitate. he crossed the room in three long strides, and before you could even think to step back, his arms were around you, pulling you into a hug so tight it stole your breath. his cheek pressed against the curve of your neck, his exhale warm against your skin. his hands were tentative at first, fingers brushing your waist like he wasnât sure he was allowedâthen, as if something in him snapped, they fisted in the fabric of your sweater, dragging you even closer.
you froze.
his heartbeat thudded against yours, rapid and unsteady. his scentâfresh grass and something faintly sweet, like strawberriesâflooded your senses. you could feel every shift of his body, every unsteady breath he took, and it was too much. your hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where to land, but your traitorous heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it.
"ni-ki," you managed, voice embarrassingly shaky. "what are youâ"
he didnât let you finish. he just nuzzled closer, his nose brushing your jaw, and murmured, "you smell nice."
your brother choked on his drink. someone giggled. your face burned.
this was bad. this was so bad.
because even as your brain screamed at you to push him away, to laugh it off like it was nothing, your body betrayed you. your fingers curled into his quidditch jersey, clinging just a little too tightly. your breath hitched when his thumb brushed your hip, absentminded but deliberate. a tiny, reckless part inside of you never wanted him to let go.
the candy was obviously cursed. it had to be. there was no other explanation for the way ni-ki was holding you like you were something precious, like heâd been waiting years to do this.
but then his lips brushed your ear, his voice so soft only you could hear it.
"iâve wanted to do this for so long," he whispered, and your stomach dropped.
because what if it wasnât just the candy?
what if, underneath the enchantment, some part of him meant it?
your brotherâs voice cut through the haze. "alright, what the hell did you give him?"
laughter erupted around you, but you barely heard it. ni-kiâs arms tightened around you, his breath warm against your skin, and you realised with terrifying clarityâ
this was only the beginning.
the next few minutes passed in a blur. your friends were howling with laughter, your brother was torn between amusement and concern, and ni-kiâni-ki wouldnât let go. not when you tried to gently pry his fingers from your sweater, not when your brother clapped him on the shoulder and said, "mate, youâve got to snap out of it." he just held on tighter, his face buried in your hair, murmuring things that made your cheeks burn.
"your hairâs so soft."
"youâre perfect."
"i love the way you laugh."
each word sent a fresh wave of panic through you. because this wasnât just some silly, fleeting crush anymore. this was ni-kiâyour brotherâs best friend, the boy youâd spent years pretending not to adoreâholding you like you were the only thing that mattered, saying things youâd only ever dreamed of hearing.
and you had no idea what to do.
"we should get him to madam pomfrey," your brother said finally, though he was grinning like this was the best thing heâd seen all year.
ni-ki made a noise of protest, his arms tightening around you. "no," he mumbled against your shoulder. "stay with y/n."
your heart skipped.
your brother sighed. "alright, fine. but youâre coming with me, lover boy."
ni-ki whinedâactually whinedâbut your brother was relentless, peeling him off you with a strength born of years of dealing with his antics. ni-kiâs hands lingered, his fingers brushing yours as he was dragged away, his eyes never leaving your face.
"iâll find you later," he promised, voice still thick with whatever enchantment had taken hold of him.
your stomach flipped.
as the common room door swung shut behind them, the room erupted into chaosâlaughter, theories about what kind of spell had been on those candies, bets on how long it would take for ni-ki to recover. but you just stood there, your skin still tingling where heâd touched you, your heart racing like youâd just run a mile.
when madam pomfrey had examined him the night before, her lips had pursed in that particular way that meant trouble.Â
"this isn't your standard amortentia variant," she'd muttered, her wand tracing glowing patterns over ni-ki's dazed expression. "it's one of those experimental brews the seventh years keep inventing. it'll have to run its course naturally."Â
you'd nearly choked when she'd added, "could be a day, could be a week," just as ni-ki blissfully unaware of your internal crisis, chose that moment to nuzzle his face against your hand like an overgrown puppy, his lips brushing your knuckles in a way that sent electric jolts up your arm.
"my moonbeam," he sighed dreamily, completely ignoring madam pomfrey's exasperated eye-roll. "your skin is so soft. are you made of clouds? you must be made of clouds."
your brother, the absolute traitor, was filming the entire thing on his enchanted camera.
but nothing, not even the humiliation of the hospital wing visit could have prepared you for the absolute nightmare that was the next morning.
the morning light filtering through your dormitory curtains was soft and golden, promising a slow, lazy day. you were still half-buried in your blankets, caught in that hazy space between sleep and waking, when the first sign of trouble came.
a faint creak of the door. the rustle of fabric. you assumed it was just one of your roommates returning from an early shower, untilâ
thud.
a muffled "oof" that you'd recognise anywhere.
your eyes flew open just in time to see ni-ki picking himself up from where he'd tripped over someone's abandoned shoes, his hair sticking up in every direction, still wearing yesterday's rumpled clothes. when he saw you looking, his entire face lit up like you'd cast the sun itself.
"good morning, sunshine!" he chirped, already climbing onto your bed before you could process what was happening.Â
the mattress dipped under his weight as he settled at the foot of your bed, beaming at you like this was completely normal.Â
"i waited outside for two hours. did you know the stairs turn into a slide if you're a boy? so rude. i had to bribe a first-year to tell me the password instead."
you sat frozen, your sleep-addled brain struggling to catch up. behind you, one of your roommates choked on her toothpaste. another pulled her blanket over her head with a groan.
"ni-ki," you hissed, acutely aware of your messy hair and the fact your pyjama top had slipped slightly off one shoulder, "you can't justâ"
"but i missed you," he interrupted, as if this explained everything. his fingers found yours, lacing them together with a reverence that made your pulse stutter. "the second you left last night, my heart started aching. is that normal?"Â
he brought your hand to his chest, pressing your palm flat against the steady beat beneath his shirt. "it feels normal when it's you."
you were going to find those seventh-years and strangle them with their own shoelaces.
his thumb traced the arch of your eyebrow, then drifted down to the curve of your cheek. you stopped breathing. the early morning light gilded his features in soft gold, catching on the tiny scar above his lip from that quidditch accident last year. you'd never been this close before, close enough to count his faint freckles, to see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes.
before you could react, he was leaning in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your temple. then another just below your ear. then another along your jawlineâeach one lingering just a second too long, his breath warm against your skin.
"ni-kiâ" you gasped, but he just hummed and continued his lazy path of destruction, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind your ear that made your toes curl.
"you're so soft here," he murmured against your skin, his free hand coming up to cradle your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone as his mouth continued its devastating exploration. "and here." another kiss, this time to the corner of your jaw. "and here." his lips grazed the pulse point beneath your ear, and you swore your heart stopped.
when you tried to squirm away, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you back against him with embarrassing ease.Â
"where do you think you're going, snugglebug?" he teased, nuzzling into your neck. "i just got comfortable."
you were going to die. actually die. right here in your pyjamas with ni-ki's stupidly perfect lips tracing nonsense patterns across your skin.
"this isn'tâyou can't justâ" you stammered, but your traitorous body was already melting into his touch, your hands fisting in the sheets to keep from reaching for him.
ni-ki pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own dark with something you couldn't name.Â
"can't just what?" he challenged softly, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "can't tell you how pretty you look in the morning? can't kiss every single mole on your face?" to demonstrate, he pressed his lips to the tiny one near your eyebrow. then the one by your nose. "can't adore you the way i've always wanted to?"
your breath caught. that couldn't beâhe didn't meanâ
before you could overthink it, his mouth found yours in a kiss so sweet it made your chest ache. just a brush of lips, barely there, but it shattered you completely. when he pulled away, his smile was brighter than the sunrise streaming through your windows.
"pancakes?" he asked, as if he hadn't just rewritten your entire universe with one kiss.
you could only nod, dazed.
as ni-ki helped you up (his hands lingering at your waist, his lips stealing one last kiss from your cheek), you caught your dormmates' wide-eyed stares in the mirror. one mouthed "holy shit" while another gave you a thumbs up.
you were so, so screwed.
. . .
breakfast in the great hall was nothing short of a public execution.
the moment you sat down, ni-ki was there, sliding onto the bench so close his thigh pressed flush against yours, his arm immediately curling around your shoulders like a possessive, overly affectionate scarf. when you reached for the pumpkin juice, his hand shot out, intercepting yours with a delighted gasp.
"let me," he insisted, pouring it for you with the kind of exaggerated care usually reserved for handling ancient, fragile artifacts.Â
he even made sure to wipe the rim of the glass with his napkin before handing it to you, his eyes sparkling. "you shouldnât have to lift a finger, my precious little pumpkin."
you choked on air.
across the table, your brother was already losing it, his spoon clattering into his porridge as he doubled over with laughter. tears were actually streaming down his face.Â
"oh, this is too good," he wheezed, slapping the table. "this is the best day of my life."
you kicked him under the table hard enough to make him yelp. "stop encouraging him."
"encourage him?" your brother gasped, wiping his eyes. "merlinâs beard, iâm taking notes!" to your absolute horror, he pulled out an actual notebook and scribbled something down. "'my precious little pumpkin'âthatâs gold."
ni-ki, blissfully unaware of your suffering, was now meticulously cutting your toast into heart shapes with the precision of a master chef.Â
"you need proper nutrition," he informed you, deadly serious, as if this were a matter of life and death. "how else will you stay as perfect as you are?"
you buried your face in your hands, willing the ground to swallow you whole.
it only got worse. when you tried to take a bite of your eggs, ni-ki intercepted your fork, holding it up to your lips himself.Â
"say 'ah,'" he coaxed, grinning when you glared at him. "come on, sweetheart. youâll waste away if you donât eat properly."
"i can feed myself," you hissed through gritted teeth.
"but whereâs the fun in that?" he pouted, leaning in until his nose brushed your cheek. "let me take care of you. just for today."
you caved, because apparently your willpower had abandoned you the second ni-ki decided to turn your life into a romantic comedy. as you reluctantly took the bite, his entire face lit up like youâd just handed him the moon.
"good?" he asked, thumb brushing the corner of your lip to catch a crumb that wasnât even there.
you were going to combust.
your brother, the absolute traitor, was now narrating the entire ordeal to jake like it was a quidditch commentary. "and ni-ki goes in for the killâoh! heâs wiping her mouth! ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history!"
you threw a piece of toast at his head.
ni-ki, meanwhile, had moved on to rearranging the fruit on your plate into what appeared to be a smiley face. "you didnât eat enough blueberries yesterday," he informed you, as if heâd been keeping track. "theyâre good for your brain. and your eyes. andâ"
"my soul?" you deadpanned.
"exactly," he said, completely serious, popping one into your mouth before you could protest.
by the time breakfast was over, half the great hall was watching your personal nightmare unfold with varying degrees of amusement and envy. ni-ki, still glued to your side, was now insisting on carrying your bag for you, despite your protests.
"youâre ridiculous," you muttered as he slung it over his shoulder, his free hand immediately finding yours again.
"ridiculous for you," he corrected, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
your brother fake-gagged behind you.
you were going to murder them both.
classes were somehow worse. in charms, ni-ki kept whispering ridiculous compliments every time the professor turned his back.Â
"your eyelashes are like tiny works of art," he sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder. "do they sparkle in the sunlight or is that just magic?"
when you shushed him, he pouted so dramatically that even the professor noticed. "mr. nishimura, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
"just that y/n is the most brilliant witch in hogwarts," ni-ki announced proudly, as if this was a perfectly normal answer. "and possibly the universe."
the class erupted into giggles. your face burned so hot you were surprised your hair didn't catch fire.
by lunchtime, you'd developed a new survival strategy: complete and utter surrender. when ni-ki insisted on carrying all your books (stacked precariously in his arms because he refused to use a charm that might "strain their delicate pages"), you stopped protesting. when he fed you bites of his treacle tart ("you need the sugar, my little sugarplum"), you accepted it with minimal grumbling. when he held your hand everywhere you went, his thumb tracing absent circles on your skin, you stopped trying to pull away.
it was easier this way.
(and if part of you secretly thrilled at the warmth of his hand in yours, well, no one needed to know that.)
the common room was warm, the warmth making your eyelids heavy and your thoughts slow. the fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows across the scattered books and half-finished homework. you were trying to focus on your essay, really trying, but it was hard when ni-ki kept shifting beside you, his arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally playing with the ends of your hair.
every time you moved, his hand would tighten just a little, like he was afraid you might disappear if he didnât hold on. when you reached for your pen, he intercepted your hand, lacing his fingers through yours with a quiet hum.Â
"your hands are cold," he murmured, bringing them to his lips to blow warm air across your skin. the gesture was so tender it made your chest ache.
across the room, your brother and his friends were playing some loud card game, but you could feel their eyes darting over to you every few seconds, their grins barely hidden. you shot them a glare, but it only made them laugh harder.
"are you comfortable?" ni-ki asked suddenly, his free hand brushing a stray hair behind your ear. his touch lingered, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone like he was memorising it. "you seem tense."
you swallowed. "iâm fine."
he frowned, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks as he studied your face. then, without warning, he pulled you sideways until your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like he was afraid youâd slip away.Â
"better?" his breath was warm against your ear, his voice low and sleepy.
"ni-kiâ"
"shh," he interrupted, nuzzling into the space between your shoulder and neck. "just relax. iâve got you."
one hand traced slow circles on your stomach, the other playing with your hair, his fingers moving in a rhythm that made it impossible to think straight.
it was too much. the warmth of him, the way he smelled like fresh laundry and something sweet, the steady beat of his heart against your backâit was all so dangerously comforting. against your better judgement, you felt yourself sinking into him, the tension leaving your shoulders one breath at a time.
until he spoke again.
"you smell amazing," he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. "like vanilla and... something else. just you."Â
his arms tightened slightly. "i could stay like this forever."
a choked noise escaped your throat. the entire common room seemed to be watching now, their conversations forgotten in favour of your humiliation. even the portraits on the walls were leaning in, their painted eyes wide with amusement.
"ni-ki, people are staring," you hissed, trying to squirm away.
he made a soft, wounded sound, his grip tightening. "let them stare," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. then, quieter, just for you: "youâre perfect. why wouldnât they want to look at you?"
your face burned. "thatâs notâ"
"i mean it," he continued, undeterred. his chin rested on your shoulder, his voice dreamy.Â
"the way your eyes get all squinty when youâre trying not to laugh. how you bite your lip when youâre thinking." his fingers found yours again, lifting them to press a kiss to each knuckle. "the little noises you make whenâ"
"okay!" you lurched forward, nearly falling off the couch in your haste to escape. "i think i left myâmy astronomy book in the library!"
ni-kiâs face fell. "iâll come withâ"
"no!" you stood too fast, your vision swimming. "i meanâyou should stay. here. with my brother." you shot your brother a desperate look, but the traitor just grinned and raised his drink in salute.
for a long moment, ni-ki just stared at you, his eyes suspiciously shiny. then his lower lip actually trembled.Â
"you donât want me to come," he said quietly, and it wasnât a question.
the entire room went silent. even the fire seemed to pause.
you opened your mouth. closed it. the words "itâs not that" died on your tongue when his expression crumpled, like youâd just kicked a puppy.
your brother sighed dramatically. "just take him with you," he groaned, rubbing his temples. "before he starts crying and ruins my winning streak."
ni-kiâs face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. he was on his feet in an instant, gathering your books and pens with single-minded determination.Â
"iâll carry your stuff," he announced, already stacking your papers neatly. "and your sweater. and that water bottle you forgot yesterday. andâ"
you buried your face in your hands as the room erupted into laughter. somewhere to your left, someone whispered, "ten bucks says he proposes by friday."
as ni-ki proudly handed you your neatly stacked belongings, beaming like heâd just won the lottery, you came to a terrible realisation:
you were so, so screwed.
the afternoon sun was warm on your skin as you sat on the weathered wooden bench near the greenhouses, your textbook propped open in your lap for the quiz you had in next periodâor at least, it had been, before ni-ki decided your lap made for a much better seat. the spell still hadnât worn off.
once again he was all up in your personal space, sprawled across you now, his long limbs tangled with yours, his arms curled tightly around your waist like he was afraid you might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly. his head was nestled against your shoulder, his soft hair brushing your jaw, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against your collarbone, warm and familiar.
his fingers traced absent, lazy circles on your arm, his touch feather-light but enough to send tiny sparks skittering across your skin. you tried to focus on the page in front of you, really tried, but it was impossible when ni-ki kept nuzzling closer every time you shifted, his lips brushing the curve of your neck in a way that made your pulse stutter. it was ridiculous. embarrassing, even. and yetâdespite yourselfâyou felt your body softening into his, your free hand coming up to card through his hair almost without thinking.
just then, the crunch of footsteps on gravel made you glance up. your brother stood a few feet away, eyebrows nearly in his hairline, a slow grin spreading across his face.Â
âwow,â he said, crossing his arms, âyou two might as well get a room already.â
ni-ki lifted his head just enough to flash him a cheeky smile, his arms tightening around you. âwe tried,â he said, voice dripping with faux innocence, âbut she said she had class.â
your brother barked out a laugh so loud it startled a nearby group of first-years, who scurried away like frightened mice. you, on the other hand, felt your entire face ignite.Â
âni-ki,â you hissed, smacking his shoulder, âstop being a weirdo.â
but he only chuckled, low and warm, the sound vibrating against your chest. before you could scold him further, he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just a second too long. âyouâre too warm to resist,â he murmured, his breath tickling your ear.
you wanted to protest. wanted to shove him off and tell him to quit messing around, to stop saying things that made your heart do stupid, traitorous flips in your chest. but the words died in your throat when he tilted his head up to look at you, his dark eyes soft and crinkled at the corners, his smile so fond it made your ribs ache.
your brother whistled. âyep, iâm definitely telling mom about this.â
âdonât you dare,â you snapped, but your voice lacked any real heatâespecially when ni-ki shifted in your lap, his nose brushing yours, his fingers threading through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âlet him,â ni-ki said, grinning. âiâve got nothing to hide.â
you groaned, dropping your forehead against his shoulder. this was a disaster. you were a disaster. and yetâwhen ni-kiâs laughter rumbled against you, when his thumb brushed over your knuckles in that stupidly gentle way of hisâyou couldnât bring yourself to care.
that same evening you decided to sneak off to the library to finally get some studying done, but ni-ki had caught you in two minutes with a pouty look on his face. so, here you were nowâat the library which had always been your sanctuary, a quiet place where you could escape everythingâuntil now. the flickering candlelight made the words in your potions textbook blur together, but you hadn't registered anything in front of you in at least fifteen minutes. not with ni-ki pressed against your back like a second shadow, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he lazily flipped through your notes with one hand while the other traced mindless patterns on your thigh.
"you're skipping the good parts," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, his breath warm against your neck. his finger landed on a passage about amortentia variants. "this is where it gets interesting."
you swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. "we're supposed to be researching counters, not reading about how love potions work."
ni-ki hummed, nuzzling closer until his lips brushed the sensitive spot behind your ear. "maybe i like knowing how it works," he whispered. "maybe i want to understand why i can't stop thinking about you."
the book nearly slipped from your hands. "that'sâthat's just the potion talking."
"is it?" he shifted suddenly, turning you to face him with surprising gentleness. the candlelight caught in his dark eyes, making them glow. "then why did i watch you all last term? why did i always find excuses to sit by you in the great hall? whyâ"
"shh!" you glanced frantically at the librarian, who was glaring from her desk. "you're going to get us kicked out."
ni-ki only grinned, unrepentant, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "worth it," he breathed. his fingers tangled with yours, squeezing gently. "you're so pretty when you're flustered."
"you're impossible," you muttered, but the protest was weakâespecially when he brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle with exaggerated care.
"only for you." his thumb brushed over your racing pulse. "your heart's going crazy. is that the potion too?"
you couldn't answer. not when he was looking at you like thatâlike you were the only thing that mattered. not when his free hand came up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering at your jawline.
the moment stretched, fragile and breathless, until ni-ki suddenly yawned, the spell breaking as he slumped against you with a quiet groan.Â
"m'sleepy," he mumbled, his words slurring as he nuzzled into your neck. "your hoodie smells nice. like... like vanilla and that lavender soap you use."
you stiffened. "how do you know what soap i use?"
he didnât answer, already half-asleep against you, his arms slipping around your waist like living seatbelts. you tried to return to your research, really tried, but how could you focus when every other page was punctuated by ni-ki's soft murmurs of "love you" and "so warm" against your skin? when his fingers would tighten unconsciously whenever you shifted, as if afraid you'd disappear?
frustrated, you turned another page with more force than necessary, your eyes scanning for anything about countering experimental love potions. that's when you saw itâa faded footnote nearly obscured by water damage:
"when the subject already harbours affection for the potion's target, the effects intensify tenfold, blurring the lines between enchantment and genuine feeling. in such cases, the potion acts not as creator, but as catalystâremoving inhibitions and amplifying existing emotions that the brewer may have otherwise concealed."
the words hit you like a bludger to the chest. your hands trembled as memories surfacedâni-ki always volunteering to be your partner in potions, his laughter a little too bright when you brushed against him. the way he'd show up in the library "by coincidence" whenever you studied alone. how his teasing had always carried an edge of something warmer, something deeper you'd been too afraid to name.
"y/n?" ni-ki's voice was thick with sleep, but his gaze was startlingly clear as he lifted his head. "you okay? your heart's going crazy again."Â
"i found something," you whispered.
he leaned in, his nose brushing yours as he peered at the book. too close. always too close. you could count his eyelashes from here, see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.Â
"huh," he said after a moment, surprisingly lucid. "so you're telling me i didn't stand a chance?"
"what?"
ni-ki smiled, slow and devastating. "even without the potion," he murmured, his breath mingling with yours, "i was already gone for you. this just... made it harder to hide."Â
his thumb brushed your lower lip, feather-light. "do you hate that?"
you couldn't breathe. couldn't think. the library, the book, the world outside this momentânone of it mattered. not when ni-ki was looking at you like you were his entire universe. not when his confession hung between you, raw and terrifying and beautiful.
the librarian's sharp cough shattered the moment. "if you two can't keep quiet," she snapped, "i'll have to ask you to leave."
ni-ki didn't even glance her way. his eyes stayed locked on yours, his fingers still tracing nonsense patterns on your wrist. "well?" he whispered, so quiet only you could hear. "do you want me to stop?"
that was the problem. you didn't. not really. not when every touch set your skin on fire, not when his sleepy "i love you"s had started to sound like home.
your silence was answer enough. ni-ki's grin could have powered the castle lamps as he tucked you back against his side, pressing one last kiss to your temple before nuzzling into your hair. "knew it," he murmured triumphantly.
and as you sat there, surrounded by dusty books and the steady rhythm of ni-ki's breathing, you realised with terrifying clarity that you had no idea how you would deal with this once he gets back to his normal self.
because somewhere between his whispered confessions and the way his hands always found yours, your heart had stopped questioning whether his feelings were realâand started wondering when yours had become so painfully obvious.
the next morning, you stirred awake to the unfamiliar weight of someone pressed flush against your back, their arms locked securely around your waist like living chains. for one disoriented second, your sleep-fogged brain couldn't process why your bed felt smaller, warmerâuntil ni-ki nuzzled into the nape of your neck with a sleepy sigh, his lips brushing your skin in a way that sent immediate sparks down your spine.
you stiffened, memories flooding back - last night's study session in the library that had stretched too late, your reluctant agreement to let him walk you to your dorm, and then...oh. then his pleading eyes in the dim torchlight, his fingers playing with yours as he'd whispered, "just five minutes? i'll be good." and like the weak-willed fool you were, you'd caved, cracking the door just enough for him to slip in before anyone noticed.
except apparently "five minutes" had turned into him sneaking under your covers when you'd fallen asleep, his body curled around yours like a second shadow. even now, his knee was wedged between yours, his chest rising and falling against your back in a steady rhythm that suggested he'd been awake for a while, just...holding you.
"morning," ni-ki murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear. you shivered, feeling his lips curve into a smirk against your skin.Â
you tried to turn, to protest this ridiculousness, but his arms only tightened, pulling you back flush against him with surprising strength.
 "don't move," he whined, his breath hot against your neck as he scattered kisses along your shoulder.Â
his hand slid up from your waist to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a gesture so tender it made your chest ache. "so perfect."
"ni-ki," you started, but the protest died in your throat when his teeth grazed the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting down just enough to make you gasp. he soothed the sting with his tongue, then did it again slightly lower, his free hand slipping under your sleep shirt to splay across your stomach possessively.
"mine," he murmured against your skin between kisses that were quickly turning into something more.Â
his lips travelled up the column of your throat, sucking deliberately until you knew without looking he was leaving marksâdark, unmistakable hickeys that would be impossible to hide later. when you squirmed, he pinned you gently but firmly, his thigh sliding more firmly between yours as he continued his devastating path along your collarbone.
"ni-ki, stopâ" you gasped, but it came out breathless, unconvincing even to your own ears.
he lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, his own dark with something that made your stomach flip. "make me," he challenged, voice low and rough. when you didn't respond, too busy trying to remember how to breathe, he grinned that stupid, heart-stopping grin before ducking back down to worry another bruise into your skin, this time high enough that no collar would hide it.
"you're terrible," you managed, but your hands had somehow found their way into his hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands as his mouth worked magic on your throat.
ni-ki hummed, the vibration against your skin making you shiver.Â
"your terrible," he corrected, punctuating each word with a kiss. he shifted suddenly, rolling you onto your back so he could loom over you, his hands framing your face as he took in the damageâthe blooming purple marks scattered across your neck, the flush creeping down your chest.
his expression turned unbearably smug, "pretty."
before you could respond, he was kissing you properly, slow and deep and devastating, his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head just how he wanted it. when he finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he pressed his forehead to yours with a quiet sigh.
"how are you even real," he murmured, the ridiculous nickname paired with the way his thumb traced your swollen lips making your stomach swoop. "my perfect, perfect y/n."
you should've pushed him away. should've reminded him this wasn't real, that it was just the potion. but as the morning light painted gold across his features, as his hands moved over you with a reverence that stole your breath, you couldn't bring yourself to care.
. . .
you didnât hear it from ni-ki.
it was your brother who told you, somewhere between transfiguration and charms, like it was nothing. like it didnât matter. he was shoving books into his bag, not even looking at you when he said it.Â
âpotion wore off last night,â he muttered, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.
your hands froze around the strap of your bag.Â
âni-ki didnât say anything?â you asked, your voice too light, too careful. your heart was suddenly pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.
your brother just shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. âhe seemed kind of⌠weird about it.â
and that was it. no grand moment, no dramatic shift. no lingering looks or whispered explanations. justâover. like none of it had ever happened. like you hadnât spent a week tangled up in him, learning the shape of his laughter against your skin, the way his hands always found yours like they belonged there. like he hadnât looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.
so you did the only thing you could. you pretended.
the next two days you acted like nothing had changed. like you hadnât once been his entire world. when you passed him in the corridor, you nodded politely, your face carefully blank. when he held the door open for you, you gave him a stiff smile and nothing more. in charms class, you sat two desks away, your eyes fixed stubbornly on your parchment, even when you felt his gaze lingering on the side of your face. and when his shoulder brushed yours by accident in the crowded hallway, you barely let yourself flinch, barely let yourself remember how those same hands had traced every inch of you like you were something precious.
it was fine. it had to be fine. this was just how things were supposed to beâback to normal, back to before. it was safer this way. less humiliating.
(because what if he remembered everything? what if he remembered the way youâd melted into his touch, what if he knewâ)
you swallowed the thought down like acid.
it was just the potion, after all.
exceptâ
except sometimes, when you werenât paying attention, youâd catch him staring. his expression unreadable, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was stopping himself from reaching out. and once, just once, when you turned a corner too quickly and nearly collided with him, his hands came up instinctively to steady youâjust for a secondâbefore he remembered himself and let go like youâd burned him.
you told yourself you imagined the way his breath hitched.
you told yourself a lot of things.
but then the same evening after class you were heading towards the common room, nearly at the fat lady's portrait when you felt itâthe familiar prickle at the back of your neck that always meant ni-ki was nearby. you quickened your pace instinctively, but before you could turn the corner, arms wrapped around you from behind in a hold so warm and familiar it made your breath stutter. his chest pressed flush against your back, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he exhaled shakily against your neck.
"why have you been ignoring me?"
his voice was softer than you'd ever heard it, barely above a whisper, but it resonated through you like thunder. your hands hovered uncertainly over his arms where they were locked around your waist, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
"i haven't," you lied, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
ni-ki hummed, the vibration travelling through your back and settling somewhere deep in your chest.Â
"you have," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear in a way that made your knees weak. "you stopped talking to me. stopped looking at me like..." his voice cracked slightly, "like i matter to you."
you swallowed hard, staring resolutely at the wall ahead. "i just figured... things went back to normal. this is how we were before."
his arms tightened almost imperceptibly around you. "i thought you were embarrassed," he admitted quietly, his breath warm against your neck.Â
"when the potion wore off, i didnât know how to face you. i thoughtâi thought you hated how i acted. how clingy i was. how much iâ" he cut himself off, exhaling sharply. "but then you started avoiding me, and i couldnât just sit there and do nothing."
your heart pounded so violently you were certain he could feel it. "ni-ki..."
"you do know that i like you, right?" his voice dropped lower, more vulnerable than you'd ever heard it.Â
"you know how love potions work. when someone's already..." he hesitated, his grip on you shifting slightly, "when someone's already in love, it makes everything stronger. more intense. everything i did, everything i said to youâi meant all of it."
slowly, so slowly, you turned in his arms. he let you, his hands sliding to your waist to steady you as you faced him properly for the first time in days. his eyes were darker than you remembered, full of something raw and open that made your breath catch.
"so you actually liked me before the potion?" you whispered, your voice barely audible even in the quiet hallway.
ni-ki sighed, one hand coming up to brush a loose strand of hair from your face with trembling fingers.Â
"i've liked you since third year when you hexed that sunghoon kid for stepping on my broom," he admitted, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. "i just... never thought you'd look at me that way."
your hands found purchase in the front of his robes, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you upright. "so all that time... the cuddling, the stupid nicknames, the way you'd kiss my forehead when you thought i was asleepâ"
"things i've wanted to do for years," he interrupted softly, his other hand coming up to cradle your face. his touch was feather-light, reverent, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he pressed too hard. "the potion just... gave me the courage to actually do them."
you could feel his pulse racing where his wrist brushed against your neck, could see the nervous hope shining in his eyes despite the confident set of his jaw. it was thisâthis vulnerability from someone usually so self-assuredâthat finally broke you.
ni-ki's breath hitched when you leaned into his touch, his eyes darting between yours.Â
"can i kiss you now?" he asked, his voice rough with barely restrained want. "properly? without any potions or excuses?"
your answer was to rise up on your toes and close the distance between you.
his lips were softer than you imagined, moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache. one of his hands slid into your hair while the other pulled you flush against him, eliminating what little space remained between you. you could feel the way his breath stuttered when your fingers tangled in his hair, could taste the quiet sigh he let out when you kissed him back with equal fervour.
it was slow and sweet and so devastatingly perfect that you forgot to breathe. ni-ki kissed you like he was memorising you, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment and wanted to savour every second. when you finally pulled back, foreheads resting together, his cheeks were flushed and his lips were kiss-swollen and he was looking at you like you'd hung the moon.
"no more pretending?" you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
ni-ki grinned, bright and unrestrained, before capturing your lips again in a kiss that left no room for doubt. "never again," he murmured against your mouth, his arms tightening around you.
"i'm done hiding."
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with the flutter of curtains in the sunlight and the jingle of windchime in the wind, you whip your head to look at the clock again. you try to moveâjust a little.
a stretch, maybe. a shift toward the edge of the bed. but the second you do more than just breathe, your boyfriend tightens his grip around your waist with a whine.
âno,â he whispers with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
you wiggle just enough to look at himâmessy hair, puffy eyes, lips curved into a lazy smileâ and your heart melts at the warmth embracing the two of you.
you smile into your pillow, reaching out to play with his messy locks. âi didnât even do anything,â
âyes, you did,â he mumbles, voice raspy with sleep. he squints his drowsy eyes at you and you can barely hold back a laugh at how adorable he looks. âyou thought about getting up. i felt it,â
and jake feels it all, even in the depths of his slumber. his hands reach out for you even in the dead of the nightâ just one touch. he needs to have you close, closer in the mornings, when the duvet is warm and your arms feel like the heaven he has been yearing for.
you laugh softly and press a kiss on his forehead, hoping it will do the convincing. âjake. itâs almost ten,â
âexactly, almost. and itâs âdarlingâ for you,â he insists, not missing the opportunity to correct you even when heâs barely awake, voice muffled against your skin. âfive more minutes,â
âyou said that thirty minutes ago, darling,â you feel his smile against your skin, the way he shifts closer when you call him that. itâs true, he is darling, all yours.
âand they were the best thirty minutes of my life,â and jake is stubborn, really. he shifts on top of you to prevent you from leaving. he can feel your heart beating against hisâ racing at the proximity despite your resistance.
you turn to face him, and he pouts like a child caught mid-nap. hair messy, cheek creased from the pillow, eyes barely openâbut he still looks at you like you hung the stars.
âplease,â your boyfriend is quick to peck your lips, looking at you with puppy eyes. âfor me?â he tilts his head with a mock frown and you can feel your resolve crumbling. âjust five minutes more, please,â
you know you canât say no when he is being so cute. itâs impossible, jake knows exactly how to tug at your heart strings. he has you weak and you can only surrender to his demands.
âyouâre lucky i love you,â you grumble, try to, but he knows youâre only pretending to be mad. you can roll your eyes as much as you want but you know you will stay.
âthat i am,â he grins fondly in victory, nudging your cheek with his nose. he âvery, very lucky,â