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“I got three shows tomorrow, I’m going to jump.” Your coworker Yujin slumped against the bar, her upper body deflating like a balloon. 

“Poor baby.” You said, patting her shoulder sympathetically, exchanging an amused smile with Sion, the bartender, “You need me to cancel any of them?”

“No, it's fine.” Yujin turned her head to the side, “I just need at least one of them to be a hot single father.”

“You and that single father agenda.” Sion clicked his tongue, dragging her whiskey glass away from her, “Why would a single father ever come in here?” 

“Can you not let me dream you heartless man?” She banged her head against the bar, “Say…” She turned her head to you again, “are any of his friends perhaps miraculously single fathers?”

“Whose friends?” You asked, biting off a candied cherry from its pit. Sion shook his head and sighed.

“There’s only one man we’d ask you about.” He leaned forward on his elbows on the bar, “Come onnn, spill!”

You sighed heavily, picking up another cherry, admiring the way it caught the light for a second. Like those sweet cherry lips of his. 

Nicholas Wang owned the club you danced at. 

This club and perhaps a hundred more in the city. His name was practically synonymous with ‘money’, the richest in this part of town. To you, he had always seemed a spoilt brat. Well, he did tip good, always hiring you for his private shows. And when you say always, you mean always.

It came to the point every time he walked into the club late at night, wading through the crowd of masked souls dancing their exhaustion and scandals away into the night, it only took a brief look from those sharp eyes for you to climb down and retreat to his private room.

“I barely know his friends.” You hummed, “Think I met them maybe four times, and two times he kicked them out in the middle.” 

“As expected.” Yujin giggled, resting her cheek in her palm, “I’m telling you babe, that man loooves you.” 

Bullshit, you thought. Men like that held no love in their hearts, maybe except for popping open champagne at 2 in the afternoon, wasting away their youth and fucking somebody new every other week.

“You’re insane.” You said, throwing a pit at her, “He’s literally our boss, you do realise?”

“Yeah, our boss who has a weird obsession for you.” Yujin retorted, grabbing her glass of whiskey, “It’s like the rest of us don’t even exist when you’re within a five meter range.” 

“I agree.” Sion said, wincing at the glare you directed at him, “He looks at you all weird too.” 

The little voice in your head asked you if you minded it, and another one answered back in negative. Of course you didn't mind. As spoilt and cocky as he was, god damn did you have to admit Nicholas Wang was as fine as they came.

Hair like strands made of ocean waves, always hanging low, hiding his eyes. There was one rare moment you managed to catch the way his eyes sparkled, when he threw his head back to take a shot after a session with you. Those eyes were made of stardust, and they did something to your core every time he tilted his head and looked at you with the faintest curve on his cherry lips. It was like he could see through your soul, see all the thoughts running through your mind whenever he’d spread his legs just a little further apart.

“Are you mayhaps thinking about him?” Yujin wiggled her brows at you. Another cherry pit came flying, which she somehow managed to avoid. 

“Yujin, shouldn't you be going? It's 5 already.” You pushed yourself off the bar, “And you mister—” You looked at Sion pointedly, “—go stock up on the beer, we have a big one today.” You collected your bag and swung the strap over your shoulder, shaking your head at your friends’ collective groans. “Hey, the boss’ words, not mine.” 

“You’re practically our boss now.” Yujin said, once again deflating, “And where the hell are you going?” She called after you. 

“Gotta get ready for Mr. Wang.” You flashed her a smile over your shoulder, “Don’t worry, you’ll have Chaewon and Seeun with you for tonight.” 

“That’s not of any comfort!” She said as you opened the front door with your back pressed to it. 

And then it was as if hell and heaven had conspired against you that day.

You yelped as you turned around, your shoulder colliding with a broad chest. And there the devil of the moment was. Nicholas, looking dashing as ever in a tailored suit that hugged his lean frame in all the right places. The crisp fabric, likely Italian from all the times he’d bragged to you about how good Rome made their fabrics, stretched over his broad shoulders and tapered down to his slim waist. A waist you remembered all too well.

His dark eyes, framed by long dark lashes, met yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. A smile played at the corners of his full, sinful lips—lips you wanted to kiss, and have them all over your body. They’d probably taste like candied cherries. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You exclaimed, trying to keep your voice steady, “Didn’t expect to see you here so early.” Nicholas chuckled, the sound rich and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

“I can’t visit my own club now?” He stepped closer, gaze never leaving yours, “How cruel you are, doll.” His eyes briefly flickered up to a look of acknowledgement to Yujin and Sion and then back to you, “You’re leaving so early?” He echoed your words.

You bit your lip softly, trying to suppress a wistful sigh. His words always had a way of making your heart (and clit) flutter, no matter how mundane they were.

“Well, I have to get ready don’t I?” You said, all hooded eyes and sultry tone, “I’ve got something special for you tonight.”

“Oh?” His eyes lit up with curiosity, and perhaps a hint of desire. "And what might that be?"

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

Nicholas’s gaze travelled down your body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin exposed by your clothes. When his eyes met yours again, you almost moaned at how beautiful they looked. 

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He said, his voice a low rumble, “I’ll have my usual please, Sion.” He called over your shoulder to the bartender, “Can’t wait, doll.”

With that, he walked away, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his suit jacket. Even though you tried, fought every horny bone in your body, you still turned to catch a peek of him sitting down at the bar and immediately striking up a conversation with Yujin who looked frantically surprised that he remembered her name. Your heart pounded in your chest. 

Well wouldn't this be a long night?

___________

You stared at yourself in the mirror, absentmindedly moving a strand of hair here and there. The bass from the party outside thumped through the walls of your dressing room, a muffled roar of laughter and music that set your pulse racing. 

Your surprise for him today included two things: your new black set that barely covered anything, and a scandalous expression of art. The letter ‘N’ spelled across your chest in fake jewels. 

You wouldn't have gone to such lengths for any other customer, unless they specifically requested it. But Nicholas Wang wasn't any normal customer, was he? This was all strictly professional anyway, no matter how much you willed it to be the opposite.

Nicholas was lounging as always on the large sofa, sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, his legs spread wide, a glass of gin dangling from his fingers as he watched you enter with that predatory gleam in his eyes. Those eyes that knew he’d always get whatever he wanted. And right now, all he wanted was his favourite dancer.

“Mr. Wang.” You said with a soft laugh as you slipped off your robe. The room, though dimly lit in purplish-red lights, was bright enough for Nicholas to breathe in all of you. 

As you walked to the centre of the room, his gaze locked in on you like a hawk viewing its prey. His eyes, always so knowing and intense, took in every inch of your scantily clad body, roving over the curves barely concealed by the skimpy black lingerie.

“Is this the surprise, doll?” You could feel the heat of his stare on the gleaming N across your chest and you shrugged, leaning back against the pole as the soft music started. The air smelled of expensive cologne and liquor, the bottle of gin he'd ordered sitting open on the side table.

“Hmm.” You hummed, running a hand over the jewels, “Do you like it?” The light bathed you like it was heavenly, casting sultry shadows across your skin. What man could resist such temptation? 

“Its certainly something.” He chuckled, taking another sip, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back with a groan, “I think I’d have to see it in motion first, doll.” There was no refusing him when he spoke like that, no denying the pull you felt towards him, “Dance for me, baby.”

You started slow, hips swaying to the distant beat, your body twisting around the pole with deliberate grace. But provocation was your game, and you ramped it up quick. You spun, legs wrapping high, arching your back to thrust your ass out toward him, the red light hitting just right to make your curves glow. 

Nicholas's gaze burned into you, his free hand adjusting the growing bulge in his slacks. You dropped low, grinding against the cool metal, the 'N' sparkling under the purple haze.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He said, voice low and rough, “Such a pretty girl.”

His words hit you like a spark, degradation laced with hunger, making your core clench. You climbed the pole again, inverting yourself, thighs clamped tight as you slid down headfirst, hair whipping around your face. The lights shifted to red, painting your skin crimson, and you landed in a split, fingers trailing up your inner thighs, teasing the edge of your thong. 

Such a pretty fucking girl. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” Nicholas set his glass down on the table and extended a hand out. The scar on his forearm was really making it hard for you to keep it in right now.

You walked over, tantalizingly slow, to where he sat, hips swaying with each step. He spread his legs, making room for you to stand between them. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin.

To reiterate the fact that he wasn't a normal customer, you would have stuck to your usual ‘look, don’t touch policy’ if it were anybody else. But when his fingers grazed your bare thigh, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and when he murmured, “You look exquisite”, boy did you want him to do more than just touch. 

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a shiver at his reverent touches. "That's what I'm here for, Mr. Wang." you purred, running your hands through his dark hair. "Your pleasure is my only concern."

“My pleasure?” He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that reverberated through you. "Then may I do this?” 

His hands slid up your thighs, pulling you down onto his lap, his thumbs brushing maddeningly close to where you ached for his touch. You leaned into him, your breasts pressing against his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles even through his shirt.

“Well this is really pleasurable, doll.” He nuzzled into your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point, “Hmm you smell good.” 

“Mr. Wang—”

“Nicholas.” He corrected, letting his hand run up the length of your spine, “Call me Nicholas, doll.” 

This was inappropriate—wildly so. What the actual fuck were you even doing? You might as well have dropped to your knees and sucked him off right there and then. But when he softly nibbled at the nape of your neck and you let out a soft moan of his name, all the dignity both of you had vanished. 

“Does that feel good, doll?” He whispered against your skin, feeling your body writhe under his touch. His eyes followed your every move, dark with desire, hands gripping your hips like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth. 

“Nicholas….” You gasped when you felt his nip at your skin again, losing yourself in the rhythm, in the feel of his hands on your body, in the knowledge that both of you had each other exactly where you wanted. Was this what the thrill of the chase felt like? The pure ecstasy that Nicholas probably experienced everyday?

Nicholas reached over to the side to grab the open bottle of gin, pouring it slowly into the glass. He brought the glass up and pressed it to your lips, “Have some.”

 You didn't have any time to protest before he tilted the glass up. The alcohol tinged the walls of your throat as it slid down, awakening your senses suddenly and setting every molecule of your skin on fire. Was the room always this sinfully hot?

“Good girl.” Nicholas said, tipping the glass down to pour the remainder all over your chest, the cold liquid running down your breasts, soaking the jewels and dripping down towards your navel. He groaned at the angelic sight, you could feel the heat of him through his pants.

His eyes tipped down to your lips and he bought his hand up to run a thumb over your wet bottom lip. It was in that moment you realised you only had one life; only one to fulfill whatever shit your uterus was screaming at you.

And god help you, he did taste like candied cherries as his lips pressed against yours and it's like a spark igniting a fire. The kiss started soft, a mere brush of lips, but it quickly escalated into something of hunger and desperation. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his tongue delved into your mouth.

You melted into him, your hands fisting in his shirt, anchoring yourself to him as he consumed you. He tasted of gin and cherries, a heady combination that went straight to your head. Or maybe that's just him. Nicholas pulled back, his lips glistening with your saliva.

"Let me?" He asked, his voice rough with want. His hand slid down your body, fingers dipping beneath the fabric of your barely-there bottoms.

You knew what he was asking, what he wanted. And may lighting strike you down, you wanted it too. You'd never been one to shy away from your desires, and right now, your desire was to feel him, all of him.

“What are you waiting for?” You breathed, the word barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

That was the encouragement he needed. His hand slipped inside your panties, fingers finding your slick heat, stroking you with an expertise that has you seeing stars. You gasped, your hips bucking into his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“Impatient little thing, aren't you? “Nicholas chuckled, a low, filthy sound that sent shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl."

And then his mouth was on your breasts, tongue lapping at the sticky trails on your skin, the alcohol sharp and bubbly, his teeth grazing your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. You arched into him, a moan escaping your lips as he sucked and nibbled at your sensitive flesh.

His fingers continued their ministrations below, circling your clit, dipping inside you, teasing you relentlessly. You were drowning in the sensation, lost in a sea of pleasure you never knew a man could ever provide. Men only ever chased their own pleasure after all.

But god did Nicholas make you feel like you were on top of Mount Olympus.

“Fuck…” Nicholas was already unzipping himself, looking up at you for silent permission, smirking when he got it.

You didn't waste time either—sinking down onto his throbbing cock, your wet pussy stretching around his length as you rode him, slow at first, rolling your hips in circles. The sofa creaked under you, purple light flickering across his face, twisted in pleasure.

“Ahhhh god you’re such a needy girl.” Nicholas snarled, one hand smacking your ass hard enough to sting. You bit your lip, grinding deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made your thighs quake.

Nicholas’s eyes locked on the 'N' glittering on your chest, bouncing with every thrust. He felt every cell in his brain rush to his dick at the sight. You were so beautiful, and you were his, in every way one could mean.

“Mine.” He muttered, voice feral, fingers tracing the jewels before pinching your nipple beneath the pastie. 

The possession in his tone sent heat flooding through you, and you picked up speed, down onto him, the wet slap of skin on skin barely audible over the party's din. He grabbed the gin glass again, tipping it to your lips, forcing you to swallow as you bounced, liquor spilling down your chin and onto his shirt.

But Nicholas wasn't done marking you. His mouth latched onto your neck once more, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked hard, leaving a blooming bruise. You gasped, the pain dancing a tango with pleasure, your body arching into it. He was so fucking obsessed, nipping and biting along your throat, each mark a claim that made his cock twitch inside you.

“God, your neck—fucking perfect for me, yeah?” He groaned against your pulse, sucking another spot until it throbbed. The turned-on edge in his voice, the way he ground up into you harder with every bite, pushed you closer to the edge.

You clenched around him, riding faster, but he suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you off, flipping you onto your back on the sofa. 

“Nicholas!” You cried, flabbergasted as the sudden emptiness in your pussy. Now how dare he reject a lady’s pleasure?

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Nicholas spread your legs wide, the red light turning your skin to fire as he poured more gin over your pussy, the chill making you shiver, “Just need to taste you first, alright?”

Then his mouth was on you, and god was it on you, tongue diving in to lick up the mess, lapping at your folds with rough, hungry strokes. You clamped a hand over your mouth, stifling the moan that threatened to escape—the party outside couldn't hear, not with the door locked, but the thrill of being caught made it harder to stay quiet.

Quiet down.” Nicholas murmured against your clit, sucking it between his teeth before flicking his tongue over it. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding you open welcome for him as he devoured you, the alcohol mixing with your arousal in a slick, intoxicating slide.

His free hand trailed up to fondle the jeweled 'N' on your chest, each suck and swirl of his tongue building the pressure, your hips bucking despite your efforts to muffle the whimpers.

You came hard, body seizing as waves crashed through you, but he didn't stop, licking you clean until you were trembling. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with satisfaction. The lights shifted to purple once more, the party's energy still pulsing beyond the walls, but in here, it was just you—his pretty dancer—ready for whatever he demanded next.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still rippled through your body as Nicholas pulled away, his lips glistening with a mix of sweet gin and your saccharine release. He stood, towering over you on the sofa, his cock still somehow rock-hard and slick from your earlier ride. The purple lights bathed the room in a hazy glow, the distant thump of the party outside urging him on like a primal drumbeat.

“On the floor. Now.” His voice was thick with command. “Ass up for me like a good girl thaaat’s it.” 

You slid off the sofa, knees hitting the plush carpet, the cool fibers a stark contrast to the heat flushing your skin. You positioned yourself on all fours, arching your back to present your ass properly, the red light shifting in to highlight the curve of your hips and the damp thong pushed aside.

Nicholas dropped to his knees behind you, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back slightly, exposing your neck. He leaned in, breath hot against your ear.

“Look at you, my pretty little slut. Aww she’s so wet for me already hmm?” The degradation sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs, your pussy clenching in anticipation. Nicholas poured a trickle of gin from his glass over your back, the liquid dripping down your spine and pooling at the base, where it dripped toward your ass.

His free hand slapped your cheek hard, the sting blooming into heat as he lined up his cock. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching your walls around his girth. 

You cried out, but bit it back, remembering the party just beyond the door—the risk of your moans carrying made every sensation sharper. Your cruel, cruel man didn't give you time to adjust, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked your body forward.

“Nicholas!” You moaned loud as loud could be, god that dick was so big!

“Fuck….ah hahhh…godd she’s squeezin me so goood…” Nicholas panted, eyes fixated on the reflection of the jeweled 'N' on your chest in the nearby mirror, your breasts swaying with each impact. 

It drove him wild, his hips snapping harder, the slap of his balls against your clit echoing in the room. He released your hair to grip your hips, fingers bruising as he held you steady, fucking you deep and relentless. The alcohol on your skin made everything slicker, his palm gliiiiding over your ass before delivering another sharp smack.

Nicholas bent over you, chest pressing to your back, and latched onto your neck again. His teeth sank in, sucking a fresh hickey into the already tender flesh, the pain spiking pleasure straight to your core. 

“Mine—aaall mine to ruin.” He rasped, biting down harder, leaving a dark welt that throbbed with your pulse.

Each mark fueled his frenzy, his cock swelling inside you, thrusting faster as he growled against your skin. You pushed back against him, meeting his pace, your fingers digging into the carpet to muffle your whimpers.

“You wanna cum baby? Hm? Dirty little pussy wants to cum for me?” The lights flickered to purple, casting ethereal shadows over your joined bodies, sweat and liquor mingling in the air. He reached around, fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough circles, the dual assault building that coil tight in your belly. 

“Relax baby, that’s it fuckkkk…” His words degraded and demanded, pushing you over the edge. Your walls fluttered and clamped down, the orgasm ripping through you like torn lace on the edge of an iron pike. 

Nicholas followed seconds later, burying deep with a guttural moan—one you never imagined somebody like him, usually so calm and composed beneath those sharp suits could make, his hot cum flooding you in thick spurts. He stayed seated inside, grinding lazily as he nipped at your neck one last time. 

“Oh god.” He panted, nuzzling his nose in the curve of your neck, “Was that alright? Are you okay?” 

No you big dicked asshole.

“Yeah that was—” You breathed deep, words turning into a slow whine as he exited out, “—that was good.” 

“I’m sorry about the set, I’ll pay for—”

“Ma’am are you alright?” The door banged outside, the voice of the security guard booming through. Neither of you had noticed that the party’s sounds had dimmed out, far too lost in the haze of pleasure. Clearly, the guard outside was concerned by the…ahem…noises you had made, “Do I need to come in ma’am?!”

“No!” You squeaked out, sighing at the expression on Nicholas’s face, “No I’m alright! I just….fell.”

“Alright ma'am!" The guard called again and Nicholas cackled out his laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. He tilted his head at you as he watched you collect yourself, slumping back against the sofa.

“You fell?” He said, “Is that really the best thing you could come up with sweetheart?” He winced softly at your glare, eyes dropping down to the N again. Nicholas’s hand slowly came up to your wrist, pulling you onto his lap once more.

Well weren't you about to fall many, many more times.

fin. 

Because Anton was also…a nerd. A real, honest-to-god, anime watching, figurine collecting, jerking off to hentai nerd. You knew this because you’d seen the way he decorated his laptop with holographic stickers of anime girls, the kind with thigh-highs and jiggly boobs and sparkly eyes. His phone lock screen? Ahri from League of Legends. His bag? Covered in pins of little anime mascots and game logos. You’d heard the rumors too, that his dorm was basically a shrine to 2D girls. Shelves of figures, walls lined with posters, LED lights glowing purple like a teenage boy’s wet dream. And yet none of it made you like him less. If anything, it made your crush worse.

Maybe it was because he was so quiet. Always sitting in the back, earbuds in, sketching something in his notebook or scrolling on his phone, head ducked down behind the collar of his hoodie like he didn’t want to be perceived. And yet you always perceived him. You noticed him. The way he adjusted his glasses when he was concentrating. The way his fingers tapped against his thigh when he was bored. The way he blushed when the professor called on him, even though he always gave the smartest answers in the room. You’d never spoken to him. Not once. But that didn’t stop you from wondering what his voice would sound like if he said your name.

It wasn’t just a little crush anymore. It was a full-blown obsession. The kind that made your stomach flip whenever you spotted him walking down the hallway, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, headphones around his neck, backpack hanging low on those broad ass shoulders. God. He was so tall. Every time he stood up, you felt like the air shifted around him. Like he didn’t even realize how dreamy he looked, towering over everyone, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose while he blinked all soft and sleepy. It was so unfair. He looked like he belonged in an anime himself—tall, quiet, hot nerd that girls fight over. Except no one else seemed to be crushing on him. At least not the way you were. And that made it worse.

Because you were crushing hard. Pathetically hard. You thought about him too much, not just during class, but when you were alone in your bed at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what kind of porn he watched. You probably knew the answer was anime girls with squeaky voices and thigh socks, and honestly? That only made him hotter. You loved that he was a nerd. You loved that he probably spent his Friday nights watching One Piece recaps or arguing on valorant with noobs. You loved that his fingers looked big and awkward when he fidgeted with the pins on his bag, those same fingers you thought about every time your thoughts drifted somewhere a little too dirty.

He was just so fucking cute. Too hot. And maybe it was bad, maybe you were going to hell or something, but there were moments where you looked at him and just thought ‘I want to bounce on your dick so bad it’s embarrassing’. And then you’d get flustered all over again. Heart pounding, thighs pressing together, face buried in your sleeve so no one could see how red you’d gotten. He’d just be sitting there, minding his business, adjusting his glasses with the tip of his finger, and you’d be staring at him like he was some kind of god. He had no idea. Absolutely no clue that you were slowly losing your mind over him from across the room.

You barely register what the professor is saying until you hear the words: “Partner project. Two people per group. If you don’t pick someone, I’ll assign you.” Your stomach sinks. You didn’t know anyone in this class, not well enough to pair up without looking like a weirdo, anyway. You shift nervously in your seat, clutching your pen like it’ll save you. You can already feel your cheeks heating up just from the pressure. “Alright, you and…Anton,” the professor says, glancing briefly between the two of you before moving on. “You’ll work together. Should be a good match.” You freeze. Your eyes flick behind you, and sure enough, there he is. Anton.

He’s blinking at you with wide eyes, clearly just as surprised as you are. His glasses are slightly crooked, lips parted like he wants to say something but can’t quite get there. You feel your heart stutter in your chest. This is real. You’re going to talk to him. Work with him. Be around him. Alone. You turn in your seat slowly, like any sudden movement might shatter the moment. “H-Hi,” you manage, voice soft and squeaky. “I guess we’re partners.” Anton sits up a little straighter, and you swear you see his fingers twitch on the edge of his desk. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. I guess we are.” He rubs the back of his neck, then smiles, small, nervous. “Hi.”

Up close, he’s even more handsome. Long lashes, flushed cheeks, that faint scent of clean laundry and something warm and boyish. He’s wearing a plain gray hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, and you have to fight the urge to stare at the veins in his hands. “I’m, um…” You tuck your hair behind your ear, trying not to melt. “I’m Y/N.”“I know,” he says quickly, too quickly. Then he winces. “I mean—not in, like, a creepy way. I’ve just…heard you answer a few questions in class before. You’re smart.” Your mouth goes dry. He knows who you are? You blink. “Oh. Wow. Thanks. That’s… really sweet.” You shift in your seat, fingers nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve. “You’re smart too. Like, really smart. Your notes are insane.”

He laughs under his breath and ducks his head, and you can barely hear him murmur,“That’s ‘cause I don’t talk to anyone. I have to overcompensate somehow…” You giggle quietly, shyly. He glances up at you again. And that’s when it happens. That flicker. That look. His eyes settle on your face, your lips, your eyes, just a little longer than normal. He swallows hard. “Sorry, I just…didn’t expect to be partnered with someone like…you.” You tilt your head. “Like me?” He hesitates. “You’re just…you’re really pretty.” Oh. Your brain short circuits.

“I—” You practically squeak. “You think I’m pretty?” He immediately looks away, ears turning red. “Was that weird? That was weird. I’m sorry.” “No!” you blurt, too fast, clutching your notebook to your chest. “No, it wasn’t. I…I think you’re…really cute too.” He stares. You stare. There’s a beat of silence where neither of you knows what to do. You’re both blushing, both shy, both clearly freaking out a little on the inside. “So,” he finally says, voice a little higher than before, “uh…where’d you wanna meet?”

You show up to the little café fifteen minutes early, heart racing and dress just a little shorter than it probably should be for a study session. But you’d spent so long picking it out. It hugged your waist and flared out right at your thighs, showing just enough skin to make you feel cute without trying too hard. When Anton walks in, you swear he almost drops his phone. He freezes in the doorway for half a second, blinking like he’s not sure he’s in the right place. Then his eyes land on you, and you see him double take. His gaze flicks down your body and then quickly jerks away, like he’s trying not to look. He shuffles over, clutching his backpack in front of him like a shield, and offers you a shy little smile as he sits down across from you. “H-Hey. You look…really nice.”

You blush instantly. “Thanks. You too.” You both stare at the table for a second. It’s a cozy café, low lighting, indie music playing softly, warm smells of coffee and pastries filling the air. You open your laptop with trembling fingers, trying to seem normal, like this is just a regular study session and not the hottest guy you’ve ever seen sitting right across from you. You pull up the project doc and smile nervously. “Okay, so…I was thinking we could start with the outline first? Just, like, divide the sections and go from there.” You glance up to see if he’s following, but he’s not.

Anton’s eyes are very much not on the screen. They’re a little lower. Right at your chest. You freeze. So does he. And then, like a switch flipped, his entire face erupts in red. “I—” He stammers, scrambling to sit up straighter and look anywhere else. “Sorry! I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—I just zoned out—”Your cheeks burn. You look down at your dress and then quickly cross your arms over your chest, suddenly very aware of how low-cut it actually is when you’re leaning forward. You clear your throat, voice tiny. “…It’s okay.” He still looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and die.

His hand comes up to adjust his glasses, but he’s shaking so hard he nearly knocks them off his face. You try to pretend you’re not just as flustered. You tuck your hair behind your ear and murmur softly, “So…should I repeat the question?” His eyes flick up to yours, hesitant. Then he gives the smallest, most adorable nod. You swallow, voice even softer now. “I said…should we start with the outline?” He nods again, still flushed, but smiling this time, a shy, crooked smile that makes your heart flutter. “Yeah. Let’s do that.” You try to focus. You really do. But his hand is brushing against his notebook, and his knees are so long they almost bump yours under the table. And every few minutes, you catch him sneaking glances at you like he can’t help it. And you don’t blame him. You kind of want him to.

You’re halfway through outlining the second section of the project when Anton suddenly stands up. “I’m, uh—I’m gonna get something. Do you want anything?”You glance up, smiling sweetly. “Mm…maybe a milkshake? If they have one?” He nods, “Milkshake. Got it.” He hurries off like he needs the walk to breathe, and honestly, he probably does. You watch him go with a soft little smile, noticing the way his hoodie sways as he moves, the curve of his back, the way he ducks his head at the counter, shy even with the barista. When he returns, he’s carrying a milkshake in one hand and a warm latte in the other, balancing it all carefully on a tray. He sets it down gently in front of you, then passes you the cold drink with a soft, slightly nervous look. “Here you go.” Your smile widens. “Thank you, Anton.”

You don’t notice the way his throat bobs when you wrap your lips around the straw. He freezes, barely blinking as he watches you take that first long sip, lips pursed around the plastic, cheeks hollowing slightly. You let out a soft little hum of approval at the taste, eyes fluttering shut for a second in pure satisfaction. And Anton…Anton is dying. His brain short-circuits. All he can see is your lips, pink, wet, soft, wrapped around something that isn’t a straw. And for a second, he’s imagining you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with that same innocent expression as you suck him off like you don’t even realize what you’re doing to him.

You pull the straw from your mouth and swipe your tongue across the tip to catch the foam. A tiny bit of it clings to the corner of your lips. You giggle quietly. “Oops.” And then, as if you don’t already have him on the brink of death, you lick it off with a slow, casual flick of your tongue. He nearly chokes on his own spit. “Is everything okay?” Your voice is gentle, head tilted with that same soft concern you’ve had since class. You blink at him sweetly, sipping again like nothing happened. He’s flushed deep red. His hands are gripping his cup like it might ground him to reality. He forces a smile, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Uh. Y-Yeah. All good.” Then, quieter, with a softer smile. “Just… distracted.” You giggle again, eyes sparkling. “You sure?” He swallows hard. “Very sure.” But he can’t stop looking at your lips.

You take another slow sip of the milkshake, eyes flicking back to the laptop screen. Anton’s leaned in now, typing something into the shared document, brows furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of what he’s doing to you just by existing. Your gaze drifts. It always does. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up, revealing his forearms, all lean muscle and light veins, the skin pale and soft looking. Your eyes trail downward, to his hands on the keyboard, long fingers flying over the keys quickly. His hands are big. You hadn’t noticed it before. Or maybe you had, and your brain had just stored it away for later.

Now it was all you could think about. Those fingers. Those veins. The way his knuckles flex with every tap. You imagine them wrapped around your throat, firm but careful, his breath stuttering while he watches your eyes roll back. Or worse—better—you picture them inside you, slow and deep, your thighs trembling as he curls them just right, testing what makes you whimper. The idea makes you shift in your seat, thighs instinctively pressing together beneath the table. You blink and glance up at his face. God.

Even his profile is hot. His jaw is sharp, lips a little parted, the tip of his tongue just barely peeking out as he concentrates. His Adam’s apple bobs slightly when he swallows, and it makes something tighten in your gut. His hair is messy and soft, curling a little behind his ears, and all you can think about is how it would feel to tug on it while he’s between your legs. You press your thighs together again, harder this time. And he has no idea.

He’s just typing, all innocent and focused, while your mind is playing out filthy scenes in 4K. You look back down at his hands again, biting your lip without realizing it. His fingers twitch slightly as he types a number into the doc, the tendons in his hand flexing.

You whisper to yourself inside your head, ‘I want those fingers in me so bad’. And just like that, you realize you’re no better than him. Maybe you look sweet, sipping your milkshake in your little dress and smiling all shyly, but deep down? You’re starving for him.

You want him to ruin you with those hands, want to ride his thigh, want to hear what he sounds like when he moans. You glance up again. He’s blushing faintly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You wonder if he’s thinking something dirty too, if maybe both of you are pretending to be normal while your thoughts are a mess. God, you hope so.

The project was technically done. Or at least, enough of it was done to call it a night. You both packed up slowly, lingering over every click of the laptop, every sip of your drinks, drawing it out like neither of you wanted to leave. The café was dimmer now, a few tables empty, the music quieter. When you finally stepped outside, the air was warm and gentle, the sky a dusky blue stretching wide. You walked side by side down the path toward the dorm buildings, your shoulder bag bouncing lightly against your hip, Anton’s long strides matching yours.

And yet neither of you spoke. There were little things, small glances, quiet smiles, an occasional “mm” when one of you pointed out something with a nod. But for the most part, the silence between you was soft. Comfortable. Tense in all the right ways. And then your hands almost touched. You both noticed it at the same time, that inch of space between his knuckles and yours. He was walking close, so close, his fingers slightly curled inward, yours swinging just a little too far to the left. When your pinkies brushed, you felt it like static. He flinched. So did you.

And when you both glanced at each other, eyes wide and startled, it was like being caught doing something scandalous. His cheeks were red. He laughed nervously under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he didn’t know what to do with himself. You ducked your head, smiling softly. By the time you reached your building, your heart was fluttering like crazy. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning to face him.

He looked even taller under the glow of the porch light. His hoodie was a little rumpled, hair tousled, glasses slipping down just slightly. He looked so effortlessly handsome and completely flustered, like he couldn’t believe he’d just spent two hours alone with you and somehow survived it. You swallowed, clutching your bag a little tighter. “…Thank you,” you said softly. His brows furrowed, confused but gentle. “For what?” You smiled shyly. “The milkshake.” Anton blinked. And then smiled, this soft, melted kind of smile, like you’d just said the sweetest thing in the world. “Oh. Yeah. Anytime.”

You hesitated for a second. And then, before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. His body froze. Completely still. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his arms hung awkwardly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do. But then, after a second, he slowly brought them up and wrapped them around your waist gently, almost nervously, like he was scared he’d hurt you if he squeezed too tight.

His face was buried half in your hair, half in your shoulder, and you felt the shaky breath he let out. You pulled back just a little, just enough to meet his eyes. Both of you were red. Both of you smiling, small, breathless, bashful smiles. “…Goodnight, Anton.” He blinked like he was waking up from a dream.“G-Goodnight.” You turned and walked into the dorm building, heart pounding, fingers still tingling from the ghost of his touch. And behind you, Anton stood frozen in place for a good thirty seconds, like his brain had fully shut down.

You spot him as soon as you walk into the lecture hall. Anton, sitting alone near the middle, headphones on, bobbing his head faintly to whatever song he’s listening to. His laptop is open in front of him, but from the way his fingers tap lightly against the keyboard, you doubt he’s doing anything academic. Your stomach does that little nervous flip again. You stand there for a moment, working up the courage, then step forward and gently tap his shoulder.

He turns, pulling one side of his headphones down, and when he sees you, there’s this flicker of surprise followed by a quick flush of pink across his cheeks. “H-Hey…” he says, voice softer than you expected. You smile shyly. “Hey, Anton.” There’s a beat of silence where you just look at each other, and you swear you catch him glancing at your lips before quickly looking away. You shift your bag strap on your shoulder and try to sound casual, even though your voice comes out a little too nervous. “My friend didn’t come today, so…do you wanna…sit with me? Maybe?”

His eyes widen a fraction, and he blinks like you just asked him to solve a math problem in front of the whole class. “Uh—y-yeah, sure! Of course!” The words come out in a rush, and the pink in his cheeks deepens. You grin, and when he stands to follow you, he fumbles a little with unplugging his headphones and gathering his stuff, as if he’s suddenly hyperaware of every move he’s making. By the time you both settle into seats together, there’s a faint awkwardness in the air, not bad awkward, but the kind that makes your pulse race and your knees bounce under the desk.

The professor starts droning on at the front of the room, the scratch of pens and the faint clicking of laptop keys filling the air. You sneak a sideways glance at Anton, the way his hoodie sleeves are pushed up, his hair slightly messy, his glasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose. You lean in just a bit, lowering your voice to a whisper. “You look good today, Anton.” He freezes mid-typing, fingers hovering over the keys. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, eyes wide behind his lenses. The blush is instant, creeping up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Oh—uh… thanks,” he murmurs, voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat. Then, after a pause, he adds quietly, “You… you look good too.” The corners of your mouth lift into a shy smile, and for a moment, neither of you look at the professor, just each other. You both face forward again, but a minute later, you notice him stealing a quick glance at you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, leaning closer again. “What?” you ask softly, smiling.

He shakes his head quickly, the blush still there. “Nothing… just—you’re distracting.” You blink, startled, before letting out a soft laugh. “Distracting how?” His jaw tenses like he instantly regrets saying it. “Just…distracting.” he says again, almost shyly pouting, and turns back to his screen, though you can see the tips of his ears still red.

The lecture finally wraps up, chairs scraping against the floor as students start to file out. Anton closes his laptop with a quiet click, slipping it into his bag. You tuck your pen into your notebook, fingers fidgeting a little before you work up the courage to speak. “You heading out?” you ask softly, glancing at him through your lashes, heat blooming in your cheeks.

“Uh—yeah,” he says, voice low, almost unsure, like he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him first. You stand, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Cool,” you say with a small, shy smile. “We can walk together…if you want.” For a second, he just looks at you, like the words took a moment to process. Then he nods quickly, lips twitching into a faint smile. “Y-yeah, yeah, sure.”

The two of you fall into step as you leave the classroom, the low hum of voices around you fading the moment you step outside into the crisp air. You walk side by side, the afternoon sun spilling gold across the pavement. Your shoulder nearly brushes his, and you catch yourself smiling before you even realize it. “So…” you say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, “distracting, huh?”

Anton’s head snaps toward you, eyes widening. “Wha—I—” He stumbles over his words, his ears already turning pink. “I didn’t mean—I mean, I wasn’t—” You bite back a grin, pretending to look ahead. “Relax, I’m teasing.” He huffs a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re…uh…good at that.” Your smile softens. “Teasing you?” His gaze flickers to yours for half a second before dropping to the ground. “Yeah…that.”

You walk a few steps in silence, the kind that feels warm rather than awkward. “So…” you murmur, glancing up at him with a playful smile, “do you always get that flustered, or is it just when I’m around?” Anton’s blush deepens instantly. “Uh…maybe just when you’re around.” You bite your lip to hide a grin. “That’s cute.” He looks away, shoving one hand into his pocket. “Not sure that’s the word I’d use.”

“What word would you use, then?” you ask, tilting your head. His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “Dangerous.” You blink at him, surprised. “Dangerous?” He shrugs, finally daring to meet your eyes again. “You make it hard to think straight.” Your stomach flips, and you quickly glance away before he can see just how much that got to you.

By the time you reach the dorm building, your pulse has settled into a strange mix of calm and nervous excitement. The late afternoon light makes the air feel softer somehow. Anton stops with you in front of the entrance. “So…I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, his voice a little uncertain, like he’s not ready for this to end. “Yeah,” you say with a smile. “Thanks for walking me.”

Before you can overthink it, you shift up onto your tippy toes, your hand lightly brushing his arm for balance, and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You hear his breath catch, feel him go still for just a heartbeat before you pull away. When you step back, his cheeks are flushed a deep pink, his gaze flicking down to yours like he’s still processing what happened. You’re blushing just as hard. “Um…bye, Anton.” “B-bye,” he says, his voice low and almost dazed, watching you slip inside.

Anton stood there for a moment, staring at the glass doors you’d just walked through. His cheek still tingled faintly, the ghost of your lips lingering like it was branded there. He exhaled, running a hand over the spot, almost like he needed to confirm it actually happened. 'She kissed me'.

The thought looped in his head, each time making his stomach twist in the best way. He’d been kissed before—well… sort of, but never like that. Never so soft and sweet and completely unexpected. He caught himself smiling, then quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and started back toward his own dorm. His heart was still racing, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop thinking about how small your hand felt against his arm and how close your lips had been to his own.

The lecture was dragging, the professor’s voice a low drone in the background. You were scribbling down notes, leaning just slightly closer to Anton so you could peek at his laptop screen. He shifted in his seat, leaning toward you to point out a line in the slide you’d missed. As he did, his shoulder brushed yours, and he froze for half a second before murmuring, almost to himself, “You smell nice.”

Your pen paused mid-word. Heat rushed straight to your cheeks, and you turned your head to look at him. He was already back to staring at his screen, ears tinted pink like he hadn’t even realized what he’d said until it was too late. “...Thanks,” you whispered, smiling down at your notebook. You didn’t get much else written for the rest of the lecture.

Over the next couple of weeks, it became a quiet routine—finding each other before lectures, walking side by side to the café between classes, sharing fries at the food place near the uni while pretending not to notice how often your knees brushed under the table.

Sometimes it was a lingering glance over the rim of a coffee cup, sometimes a shy compliment slipped into the conversation when you thought the other wasn’t listening. Each time, it left you both smiling to yourselves for hours after.

One afternoon, as everyone was packing up after a lecture, you let out a small groan. “I forgot to write half the stuff from today,” you mumbled, shoving your notebook into your bag. Anton looked over from where he was closing his laptop. “Don’t worry. Gimme your number, I’ll send you my notes.”

You perked up instantly. “Really? Thank you so much, Toni!” The nickname rolled off your tongue so naturally that you didn’t even think about it until his ears flushed pink. Before he could react, you rocked up and ruffled his soft hair playfully.

“See you later!” you chirped, turning to leave.He stayed rooted in place, blinking after you like his brain had shut off. His cheeks were burning, half from the nickname, half from the unexpected warmth of your hand in his hair. And, god help him, he swore his jeans felt just a little tighter than they had a moment ago.

Anton

here are the notes :)

You

thanks so much toni! you’re a lifesaver

Anton

no problem :) i didn’t do much

You

you always do more than you think :3

Anton

haha…maybe :)

You

wanna grab a coffee after class tomorrow?

Anton

sure :) that sounds good

You

yay! i’ll see you then

Anton

looking forward to it :)

You slide into the chair across from Anton at the café, the smell of coffee and pastries wrapping around you. He sets his keys on the table as he takes out his wallet, and your eyes catch something dangling from the keyring. A tiny, metal Calcifer keychain. “Oh my god!” you exclaim softly, leaning a little closer. “Is that…Calcifer from Howl’s Moving Castle?” He freezes mid-motion, eyebrows shooting up. “Uh…yeah. You…you know that movie?”

You grin, trying not to squeal. “Love it! It’s one of my favorites!” He blinks at you, clearly surprised, adjusting his glasses. “…Wait. I didn’t know you liked anime.” You tilt your head, smirking slightly. “You never asked.” He chuckles softly, still a little flustered, and the conversation drifts naturally into talking about favorite scenes, characters, and little movie details. You laugh together, the atmosphere cozy and easy.

As the hangout winds down and you both finish your drinks, he fidgets slightly, looking down at the table, then up at you with a soft, shy smile. “Uh…so…you—if you want…maybe…you could come over sometime? Watch it…with me?” You freeze for a second, cheeks warming, before letting out a small, happy laugh. “I’d love that.” His relief is obvious, he lets out a quiet breath, smiling sheepishly. The flutter of excitement between you both feels electric.

“Uh…you can…come over tonight, if you want.” he says softly, voice barely above a murmur. Your heart skips a beat and warmth floods your cheeks. You bite your lip for a second, trying to play it cool, before smiling brightly. “Mhm! Tonight it is, then.” you say, the words coming out a little breathless, but cheerful. He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by how naturally you accepted, and his ears tint pink. A small, shy smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Anton told you to meet at 8pm. You glance down at your outfit one last time—shorts and a cozy sweater, nothing fancy, just casual. Your stomach twists with nerves. Taking a deep breath, you knock on Anton’s door. The second it opens, your breath catches. He’s…stunning. Damp hair clings slightly to his forehead from a recent shower, his pyjama pants hanging low on his hips, the white shirt stretched perfectly over broad shoulders.

He looks effortlessly perfect, and you realize you’ve been staring before you even noticed. Anton clears his throat, probably aware of the way your eyes linger. He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks already pink, like he’s caught in some awkward but very sexy moment. “Uh…hey.” he mutters, voice low and rougher than usual.

“Hey.” you manage, trying to force a casual smile, though your heart is racing and your palms feel hot. You can’t stop yourself from stealing another glance at him, and he seems to notice, quickly looking away with a small, flustered laugh. The room smells faintly of his shampoo, warm and inviting, and your nerves are suddenly tingling in a very different way.

You step into Anton’s room, eyes widening as you take it all in. Posters of anime and game characters cover the walls—some cute, some daring, and many of the girls featured have big tits and barely any clothes. Shelves lined with figurines catch the soft glow from the warm lights he has set up around the room, and a few of the figurines are equally risqué. A few plants sit on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the space.

Despite all the decorations, the room is surprisingly tidy. Everything has its place, and it feels…comfortable, inviting. “Wow…I like your room,” you say softly, cheeks heating as you glance around. Anton shifts slightly, scratching the back of his neck, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks…I, uh…like to keep it cozy, I guess.”

You nod, still looking around, letting your gaze linger on the little details—the way some posters are slightly angled, the neat lineup of figurines, the LED light spilling across the floor. The room feels like him. Nerdy, thoughtful, and warm all at once. He watches you quietly, clearly noticing how absorbed you are, and feels a little thrill at how easily your eyes wander over his space.

You curl up on Anton’s bed, leaning against the wall as he sits cross-legged a little distance from you. It feels like you’re in a little world of your own. As the opening scenes of Howl’s Moving Castle play, you find yourself inching slightly closer to him. He glances at you, those soft brown eyes catching yours, and his cheeks pink. You notice how easily your knee brushes his, and your heart flutters.

At one point, the remote slides off the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. “Oops! I got it.” you say, bending over to pick it up. Anton’s breath catches. Your shorts ride up just enough that your ass is completely in his view, and he instantly curses under his breath, voice low and rough, fuck…

When you sit back up, you hold the remote triumphantly and smile up at him. “Got it!” you chirp, eyes sparkling. He forces a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to look anywhere but your face, even though his gaze keeps flickering down in spite of himself. “Yeah…nice save,” he mutters, voice tight, cheeks burning. The tension between you both hums in the quiet of the room, the movie forgotten for just a few seconds as your proximity and the way you move sets his heart racing.

The movie’s been playing for a while now, the both of you leaning back against the headboard. You’re trying to keep your eyes on the screen, but Anton’s quiet presence beside you is almost louder than the sound coming from the TV. Halfway through, he lets out a soft sigh and stretches, lifting his arms above his head.

The hem of his loose white shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin—smooth and pale, with a faint trail of hair dipping below the waistband of his pyjama pants. The faint outline of toned muscle is enough to make your breath hitch.

You don’t even realize you’re staring until you bite your lip without thinking. Anton freezes mid-stretch, his arms lowering quickly. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the way you’re looking at him. His face turns pink instantly. “Uh—” he starts, voice awkward and a little high, “comfortable?”

“Mhm.” you hum, looking back at the screen as if you hadn’t just been caught shamelessly staring. But then you notice something. Out of the corner of your eye, his gaze drifts downward… to your thighs. You’re sitting with them pressed together, the fabric of your shorts hugging your skin in a way that leaves very little to the imagination. His eyes linger for a few seconds too long before darting back up.

You catch it. You definitely catch it. But you don’t say anything. The air between you feels warmer now, charged with something unspoken. You try to focus on the film, but your heartbeat is loud in your ears. Somewhere around the hour mark, the coziness of his room and the warmth of his body next to yours start to lull you to sleep. Your head dips before you even realize it, landing softly against his chest.

Anton stiffens instantly. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like he’s trying to compute what just happened. His heartbeat spikes, and he’s sure you can feel it under your cheek. You mumble something incoherent in your sleep and shift, curling slightly toward him until your arm almost wraps around his. His face turns a deeper shade of red. He doesn’t know where to put his hands.

He tells himself not to move. Not to touch you. If you woke up, you might think he was taking advantage of the situation. But then…he can’t help it. Slowly, carefully, his hand lifts to your hair. His fingers brush against it tentatively, then slide through the strands with the lightest touch. He pets your head so gently, as though afraid you might shatter if he pressed any harder.

The smell of your shampoo drifts up to him, and it makes his chest feel tight in a way he can’t quite explain. He’s so wrapped up in the moment that when your voice suddenly breaks the silence, his heart nearly jumps out of his chest. “Will you ever ask me on a date,” you murmur, voice groggy but teasing, “or do I have to do it?”

Anton freezes, every muscle going rigid. “You’re…awake?” he says softly, almost as if he’s in disbelief. You still don’t open your eyes, your cheek warm against him. “I have been for a while.” you admit with a faint smile.

His hand stills in your hair, and he swallows hard. “Oh…uh…I mean…if you want to go on a date with me…” Finally, you tilt your head up just enough to look at him, your smile small but certain. “I do.” He swears his chest has never felt so light and tight at the same time.

Anton’s lips twitch into the smallest smile, and he nods. “Okay then.” His voice is soft, almost shy. Slowly, reluctantly, he begins to lift his hand from your hair. “No.” you murmur, catching his wrist before he can pull away. His brows lift slightly, startled. You guide his hand right back onto your head, fingers threading gently through yours for a second before you let go. “Keep doing it…I like it.”

The tips of his ears turn pink, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “O-okay…” he says quietly, the faintest smile curling on his lips. And so, he keeps going, his fingertips brushing through your hair in slow, absent strokes while your attention drifts back to the TV. His heart is still racing, but there’s a strange calm in the rhythm of touching you like this.

By the time the movie ends, you’re wide awake again. You slip on your shoes while he stands by the door, watching you with that same gentle, slightly awkward expression. When you step into the doorway, you tilt your chin up at him, hands clasped behind your back, eyes wide and soft. “So…I’ll see you tomorrow?” He nods quickly, his Adam’s apple shifting as he swallows. “Y-yeah…” The corners of his mouth lift into a quiet smile. “It’s a date then! Goodnight, Toni.” You stand on your toes, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

The warmth of your lips lingers there, and Anton freezes, eyes widening before color floods his face. He blinks, flustered, clearly at a loss for words. “Goodnight.” he finally manages, giving you a small wave as you head down the hall. The door closes softly, and he leans back against it, pressing his palm over the spot you kissed, his heart hammering like it’s trying to escape.

When you stepped out to meet Anton, you didn’t miss the way his eyes widened before darting away, a flush creeping up his neck. White thigh-high socks, a short skirt, and a soft fitted sweater—it was exactly the kind of outfit you’d seen on some of the girls in his posters and figurines, and you knew it.

“Hey!” you greeted with an innocent smile, pretending you didn’t notice how his gaze kept flickering to your legs before he forced himself to focus on your face. “Hi,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You, uh…ready?”

The arcade was loud and bright, neon lights reflecting off his glasses. You started at the air hockey table, where you made an exaggerated show of celebrating each point you scored, and he just shook his head with that quiet, amused smile he always wore around you now. Then it was racing games—he won, of course, but the little spark of pride in his eyes told you he liked seeing you try to beat him.

“Okay, okay,” you said, catching your breath, “one more thing.” You tugged on his sleeve, leading him toward the claw machines. Your eyes landed on a soft, pastel plush near the center of one, and you pointed. “That one.” He stepped forward, feeding coins into the machine, and muttered under his breath each time the claw slipped. “This is rigged.” He scoffed.

“You just have to believe in yourself.” you teased, resting your elbow lightly on his arm. By the fourth try, the claw finally lifted the plush all the way to the chute. You squealed, grabbing it and hugging it to your chest. “My hero!” His ears turned pink immediately, especially when you added, “Thanks, Toni!”

“I—uh—yeah… you’re welcome,” he stammered, trying to hide a smile. When you hooked your hand around his arm in excitement, he went stock-still, like every muscle in his body froze at once. You felt the warmth under his sweater sleeve, and his heartbeat felt a little faster than normal, but he didn’t pull away.

As you stepped out of the arcade, still clutching the plush to your chest, your eyes caught a small ice cream shop glowing warmly on the corner. “Oh my god! Let’s go!” you gasped, pointing, not waiting for his answer before your fingers slipped into his hand. You tugged him toward it, the warmth of his palm making his steps a little hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should hold back or just let you lead.

Inside, the place smelled like sugar and fresh waffle cones. You picked vanilla without hesitation, grinning as the server handed it to you. Anton shook his head when they asked him, mumbling, “I’m fine.” but when you reached for your wallet, he was already pulling out his own cash. “Anton—” “Nope,” he said, eyes dropping to the counter, “I’ve got it.” You beamed, leaning up on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Toni.” The heat in his ears spread to his neck instantly, and he muttered something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

You both sat outside on the shop’s little chairs, the evening air cool against your skin. You took slow licks of your ice cream, savoring it, completely unaware (or maybe not) of the way his gaze kept flicking to your mouth. Every time you let your tongue glide over the melting vanilla, he shifted in his seat, red creeping over his cheeks again. When you wrapped your lips around the tip of the cone, sucking lightly to keep it from dripping, he swallowed hard, his thoughts skittering somewhere very far from ice cream.

By the time you finished, you licked your lips, smiling at him like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Okay, we can go now!” He stood up a little too quickly, adjusting his pajama pants in a subtle, desperate motion. “Y-yeah…let’s go.”

The walk back started off quiet, the night air soft and cool against your skin. You were still clutching the plushie in one arm, your other hand swinging loosely at your side. Anton walked next to you, hands shoved deep into his hoodie, every now and then glancing at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite bring himself to.

Halfway down the block, you slowed your steps and then stopped entirely, turning to face him. Your lips curved into a small pout, eyes glimmering with something a little sad. “I don’t want this date to end yet.” you said softly, toeing the pavement. He froze, caught off guard, his breath visible in the cool air. The tips of his ears flushed pink. “We…could go to my place again,” he offered shyly, then, with a small smile, “Watch something?”

Your pout melted instantly into a grin. “Mhm! Yes, please.” You stepped forward and slipped your hand into his without warning, your fingers curling through his. Anton stiffened in surprise, eyes widening for just a second before his gaze darted away. He didn’t pull back though. If anything, his hand tightened slightly around yours.

You began swinging your joined hands back and forth in an exaggerated, playful rhythm, and his mouth twitched into a smile despite himself. Neither of you said much more, but the silence was comfortable now, each step bringing you closer to the dorms…and whatever would happen next.

By the time you reached his building, Anton still hadn’t let go of your hand. You didn’t point it out, you just smiled to yourself and followed him inside. His dorm room was exactly how you remembered it from last time—tidy, cozy, softly lit, with the faint scent of his shampoo still lingering from earlier. You kicked off your shoes and, without hesitation, plopped down onto the edge of his bed, hugging your plush to your chest.

He closed the door behind him, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at you. “Uh…what do you wanna watch?” You leaned back onto your hands, swinging your legs slightly. “Anything you want, Toni.” You said it cheerfully, the nickname rolling off your tongue in that way you knew made him blush.

And blush he did. He turned to his desk, pretending to scroll through his streaming options just to give himself a second to recover. “Okay…um how about A Silent Voice?” You nodded instantly. “Perfect.” He climbed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

At first, there was a polite little space between you—but as the opening scenes played, your legs brushed once, then twice. Neither of you pulled away. The warmth of him was right there, just inches from you, and you could already feel the air between you shifting, thickening, the same way it had last time.

The movie played softly in the background, the purple glow from the LEDs making the whole room feel hotter. You were sitting closer and cloer, each touch sending a little spark up your spine. At one point, Anton shifted, his arm resting on the bed behind you, and you leaned slightly into him without thinking. A quiet moment in the movie made you glance at him, and you caught him already looking at you. Neither of you moved.

His hair was sticking up a little in the front, and without thinking, you reached up to smooth it down. Your fingers lingered, brushing his forehead. You felt his breath hitch. When your hand dropped back to your lap, the space between you felt electric. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. “Anton.” you said softly. He hummed, almost nervously, “Hm?”

“Kiss me.” For a second, he froze—his wide eyes searching your face like he was making sure you meant it. And then, slowly, he leaned in. The first brush of his lips was hesitant, testing, but you pressed closer, kissing him back, and that tiny hesitation melted away. His hand came up to cup your cheek, warm and careful, as the kiss deepened. You shifted, closing the space entirely, and before you knew it you were in his lap, your knees on either side of him.

His breath caught against your mouth, and he gripped your waist like he was scared you’d pull away. But you didn’t. You rolled your hips experimentally, and his quiet, shaky whimper made you smile against his lips. Anton kissed you like he was afraid to mess it up, but the moment you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave a gentle tug, something inside him faltered. His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his grip on your waist tighten.

You deepened the kiss, your mouth moving against his with a slow hunger. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed you now was firmer, almost desperate. You tugged on his hair again, a little harder this time, and he let out the smallest, most breathless sound into your mouth. It made heat pool low in your stomach.

You whimpered—not loud, just enough for it to slip past your lips, and that sound seemed to wreck him. He shifted under you, his thighs tensing, and you felt the hardness pressing against you through his sweatpants. His breathing got heavier, more uneven, as you rolled your hips just enough to test him.

“Y-you’re…” he broke off, swallowing hard, his cheeks flushed deep red. He didn’t finish the sentence, just leaned forward to kiss you harder, like he couldn’t stop himself anymore. His hands slid up your sides, hesitant but needy, bunching the hem of your sweater as his thumbs brushed the bare skin of your waist.

Every little whimper from you made him twitch under you, his self-control fraying by the second. He didn’t even notice how tightly he was holding you until you pulled back slightly, both of you catching your breath, foreheads touching, his chest rising and falling quickly.

His hands, still trembling slightly, slid down from your waist to your thighs, caressing slowly as if he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you. The soft fabric of your thigh-high socks under his palms made his breath hitc, every inch of exposed skin between them and your skirt had him swallowing hard.

You could feel the way he was hesitating, his fingertips barely grazing, almost shy. So you reached down, took one of his hands gently, and guided it under the hem of your skirt until it rested against the warm fabric of your panties. His eyes widened, his entire body freezing for a second. “Please…touch me.” you pouted, your voice soft but desperate, looking up at him through your lashes.

Anton’s jaw clenched, his cheeks burning crimson. “I–I…” he stammered, clearly overwhelmed, but his fingers flexed ever so slightly against you, already feeling the dampness there. He swallowed, gaze flicking from your pleading expression to where his hand was between your legs, like he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Slowly, hesitantly, he started to stroke you through the thin fabric, his breathing quickening with every tiny sound you made. The warmth and wetness beneath his touch sent a shiver through him, and when you whimpered again, he bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to just tear the panties aside and fuck you right there and there.

Anton’s breath was coming faster now, his fingers rubbing gentle, nervous circles over your clothed clit. The friction had you rolling your hips down against his touch, but every movement also pressed you into the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. You couldn’t help it, you shifted closer, grinding lightly against him as his breath hitched, his other hand gripping the bed sheets like he didn’t know where else to put it.

You reached for that hand, guiding it up to your chest. His eyes flicked to yours in surprise, but when you placed it over your breast, his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing through your sweater and bra. The combination of his touches had you letting out a soft, shaky whimper against his lips, which made him groan quietly into the kiss. It wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel him, really feel him.

You broke the kiss for just a moment, your lips wet and swollen, and slid your panties down your thighs, kicking them aside on the bed. Without giving him time to process, you took his hand again, the one that had been rubbing you through the thin fabric, and guided it between your legs until his fingers met your bare, slick pussy.

Anton froze, a sharp breath escaping him, his pupils blown wide. His fingertips twitched slightly against you before he swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. “You’re…s-so warm.” he whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.

His thumb kept rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking against his hand, chasing that sharp, sweet pleasure. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, your skirt bunched up around your hips, his eyes glued to the way you moved for him.

Then, without warning, you felt the gentle press of his finger slipping inside you. Your back arched instantly, a gasp spilling from your lips that quickly melted into a needy moan. “Ah—Anton!” you whined, your thighs trembling slightly as he moved that finger in and out of you in slow, careful motions.

His gaze flicked up to your face, flushed and focused. “Is that…okay?” he asked softly, almost like he was scared to break the moment. You nodded fast, your voice urgent. “More.” His lips parted, chest rising quickly, he didn’t hesitate. He slid another finger inside you. The stretch had you letting out a broken whimper, and his breath stuttered at the sound. He kept his pace gentle, curling them just enough to make your hips jerk.

His fingers moved inside you faster now, curling expertly as he matched the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. Every wet, slippery sound of your arousal seemed to drive him further, and he couldn’t help the small, shaky moans that escaped his lips.

You tugged at his hair, hard enough to make him gasp, and he let out a sharp, breathy whine, eyes closing for a split second. His pace didn’t falte. If anything, it quickened, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right to hit all the right spots. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of your pleasure and the occasional whimper or gasp that slipped past your lips.

Every noise you made made him harder beneath you, his own need pressing against your clothed heat. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours for a second, watching your expression contort with pleasure, and whispered, almost desperately, “You feel so good…”

As he kept fingering you, his other hand wandered nervously over his lap. You felt the hard outline of him through his sweatpants and palmed him gently. A small, shaky whimper escaped his lips, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “Want you inside...” you breathed, voice soft and desperate. The sight of you like that—lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling—made him stiffen even more.

You slowly peeled off your sweater and bra, tossing them aside, and he couldn’t stop staring. His hands trembled slightly, but finally he pulled his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest and abs. Your breath hitched, and heat pooled low in your belly, you were already dripping just from looking at him.

You took him in your hand, drooling at how big and hard and pretty he was, slick with precum. A soft whine escaped him at your touch. Slowly, carefully, you began sliding down onto him, lips parted and breathing uneven. His length hit you and made you gasp, it was more than you expected, and you struggled a little to take him in fully.

“You’re so big, Toni…” you whimpered, the words shaking as your hips pressed down. He let out a deep moan at your words, fingers gripping your hips lightly, trying to help guide you, while his eyes stayed locked on your face, full of need and disbelief. You finally bottomed out with a sharp, breathy moan, and he immediately groaned, gripping your hips tightly. “F-fuck…” he stammered, voice low and shaky, eyes wide as he tried to take it all in.

Clinging to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, you started moving slowly, rocking up and down against him. Every little thrust made him whimper softly, his lips parting in short gasps. His hands pressed against your waist, thumbs brushing over your sides as you moved, both of you making quiet, desperate sounds. The tension and pleasure wrapped tightly around you, leaving no space for anything else.

“Toni…” you whispered between breaths, voice trembling, chest rising and falling. “S-s’big…” you added, eyes fluttering shut, heat pooling between your thighs as you slowly rode him, both of you lost in the new, intense sensations. You cupped his cheeks, leaning in close, and kissed him hard, teeth and lips mingling, tongues brushing. The feel of him beneath you, soft and firm at the same time, made your body tremble.

You started moving faster, bouncing and whispering in between shallow, desperate kisses, “Want you…feels so good…” Anton was a blushing mess, sitting there stunned, barely able to process how breathtaking you looked taking him like this. He let out a quiet, shaky whimper, unable to resist just watching you, the way your hips rolled and your chest pressed to his, the scent and sight of you overwhelming him.

Then, you pulled your lips back from his briefly, gasping, and as you continued bouncing, you pressed a hand flat against your belly. “Can feel you up here, Toni,” you whined, eyes half-lidded and desperate. That was it. Something snapped in him. Heat surged, his pupils blown wide, and he moaned deeply, leaning forward to grab your waist tightly. His hands dug into your hips as he started bouncing you hard on him, quick, punishing thrusts that made you gasp and whimper.

The switch had flipped—the shy, hesitant boy from earlier was gone. Every motion was confident, dominant, controlled. His eyes locked on yours as he guided your movements, his mouth open in low, needy moans, taking over completely as he rode you through the pleasure he’d been holding back.

The sudden shift in Anton’s behavior made your eyes go wide. The man under you, replaced with someone fierce, commanding, and hungry for you. Every hard, quick thrust made you gasp, moan, and shiver, high-pitched, desperate sounds spilled uncontrollably from your lips as he drove into you. He leaned down, pressing a hand to your chest, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight.” he groaned, voice low and serious.

You immediately clenched around him at that, your body responding to every word. “Fuck…you’re so wet.” he continued, sliding his hand a little, teasing and grinding as he kept his pace relentless. Your moans grew louder, each one feeding him, making him fuck into you harder, faster. Every time he hit that spot just right, a whimper escaped you, and you tugged at his hair desperately, needing to feel him closer.

His eyes rolled back at the sight of you writhing beneath him, every flicker of your expression only spurring him on. “You feel so good…so fucking good for me,” he whispered, low and dirty, each word a promise and a command. “Such a good girl…gonna make you scream for me.”

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as the pleasure built unbearably high. His fingers dug into your hips and your chest, his dirty words and praise mixing with the way he pounded in you, making your vision blur and your body shiver uncontrollably under him.

His hand slid down from your breast, fingers circling your clit with a firm, insistent rhythm. Every motion made your hips buck uncontrollably, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. “Toni…m’so close…” you whimpered, voice high and trembling, moans spilling past your lips as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach.

“Fuck—cum for me, baby,” he groaned, voice low and ragged, heat radiating off him. “You’re so fucking hot.” The pet name, him calling you baby for the first time, had an immediate effect. Your walls clenched around him, your toes curling, and a high-pitched, broken moan tore from your throat as you came hard, shivering against him.

He didn’t hesitate. He captured your lips in a hard, hungry kiss, pressing you flush against him as his hand moved to cradle the side of your throat, gentle pressure just enough to make your breath hitch. You whimpered into the kiss, muffled, overwhelmed by the combination of sensations—the taste of him, the feel of him, and how your walls pulsate around him.

Before you could even process it, Anton’s hands were under your hips, flipping you over onto your back. Your breath hitched, heart racing, but before you could protest, he gently urged you onto all fours, the curve of your ass pressing invitingly toward him. “Anton, I—” you started, breath trembling.

“One more, baby,” he cut in, voice low and commanding, pupils dilated with need. “I know you can do it for me, hm?” You swallowed, cheeks burning, and nodded eagerly. “Yes! Anything for you, Toni!” He smiled, a dangerous, possessive grin spreading across his face. “Good girl.” he murmured, voice rough.

With that, he positioned himself behind you, pressing against your slick pussy before sliding inside you again. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your hands digging into the bed for balance, and he didn’t hesitate to start thrusting, hard and fast, his hands gripping your waist firmly. He slammed into you again, hips snapping hard, hands gripping your waist as he drove in and out with relentless force. “Keep your ass up for me.” he commanded, voice low and rough.

You obeyed instantly, arching into him, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as he hit that sensitive spot perfectly. The aftershocks of your previous orgasm made every motion even more intense, every touch unbearable in the best way. “You like it, baby? Me fucking you like this?” he asked, voice thick with lust, leaning close so his breath ghosted over your back.

“Mhm!!” you moaned, barely coherent, your nails digging into the bedsheets. “Fuck—say my name, baby.” he demanded, thrusts rougher, faster, more insistent. “Toni…!” you whimpered, voice shaky and desperate, clinging to the bed as he pounded into you, each stroke hitting harder and harder, making your back arch and your chest press to the mattress.

A sharp, hard smack landed on your ass, leaving a red handprint. You gasped loudly, the sting sending shivers of pleasure through you, your hips jerking involuntarily. “Fuck, baby…look at you,” he groaned, eyes dark and hungry. “Taking me so well…so perfect for me.”

Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you whimpered, pressing back into him. He grinned, low and possessive, tugging roughly at a handful of your hair to tilt your head just right. “Such a good girl…you like it when I spank you like this, hm?” he whispered, voice thick and rough, each word dripping with lust. You moaned, voice shaky, “Y-yes!…please, Toni…”

He responded with another hard smack, this time letting his hand linger, fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he pressed your ass against him. “So fucking wet, baby. You’re mine.” His other hand twisted through your hair again, tugging gently to make you arch back, giving him better access, and he leaned closer to your ear. “Tell me how good it feels… say it for me, baby.”

“So good, Toni!—Nghh!” you moaned, your hips practically slamming into him from your own desperation. His hand moved from your waist to your belly, pressing down just enough to make you moan loudly, hips jerking against him. “You feel me here, baby? So deep in you, yeah?” he groaned, voice low and rough.

You nodded uncontrollably, eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure. He pressed down harder on your stomach, leaning back slightly to take in the sight of you—skirt bunched at your waist, thigh-high socks stretching over your legs, body pressed perfectly against him. “You’re so fucking cute…with your cute socks,” he murmured, voice thick with lust, his hand moving to squeeze your ass firmly. “Fuck, baby…so pretty. You know what you’re doing to me, hm?”

You nodded again and he smirked, a low chuckle escaping him. Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging slap that made you yelp and moan at the same time. “You’re mine, baby,” he breathed, voice rough, eyes dark and intense. “Every inch of you…all mine.”

He kept slamming into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot, his hand sliding down to circle your clit in tight, fast motions. “M’so close—ah!” you whimpered, voice trembling, your legs starting to shake. “Fuck, baby…me too.” he groaned, hips moving faster, almost desperate. That strange, overwhelming pressure built deep in your abdomen, making you gasp. “Toni! S’too m–much!”

“But you take it so well, baby,” he growled, his voice rough and filthy in your ear, “you’re such a good girl for me.” You cried, “Fuck! Anton!”, body tightening before the release hit you all at once—hot, messy, unstoppable. Your thighs trembled as you squirted around him, the sound of it mixing with his moan as he pounded you through it.

“Shit…you just squirted all over me…fuck, you’re perfect.” Anton groaned, his voice low and wrecked. You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from release. Before you could catch your breath, he pulled out abruptly, flipping you onto your back with surprising strength. His messy hair fell over his forehead, his flushed face twisted in pleasure as his hand pumped his cock fast.

The sight of you—skirt messy, socks on, your stomach rising and falling with every shaky breath, it pushed him over the edge. With a loud, broken whimper, he came hard, spilling hot ropes across your belly and chest, his shoulders tensing as his hips jerked. Anton stayed kneeling between your legs, chest heaving, hair a total mess. His wide eyes followed every rise and fall of your stomach as he tried to catch his breath.

You dragged your fingers through the warm mess on your belly, scooping some up without breaking eye contact. His gaze locked on you, pupils blown, as you slowly brought your fingers to your lips and licked them clean. He let out a strangled sound, half groan, half whimper, before whispering, “Holy…fucking…shit.”

You barely had time to smile before he leaned forward, kissing you hard, his hands cradling your face like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re the best girl, baby.” he murmured against your mouth, voice still wrecked. You tugged on his hair gently, and he sighed into the kiss, finally collapsing beside you.

A few moments later, you were lying flat on the bed, his head resting against your chest while your fingers played lazily with his hair, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat slowly calm. You’re lying there, feeling his warmth against you, your fingers lazily combing through his messy hair. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the AC. “Anton?” you say suddenly, voice quiet and soft.

He hums against your chest, “Mm?” You swallow, heart thumping. “Will you be my boyfriend?” His head lifts immediately, eyes wide and cheeks flushing a deep pink. “A-are you for real?” You pout a little, glancing away before looking back at him. “Anton…you just made me squirt, I’ve never done that before…and besides—” you bite your lip, “I really like you. A lot.”

His mouth parts slightly, like he’s lost for words. Then, with a shaky little laugh, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “I like you too…like really fucking like you. And yeah—yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend.” You grin, cheeks warm, and pull him back down against your chest, feeling him smile into your skin.

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euijoo was never the type to receive a lot of attention from others. he wasn't disliked,he just went unnoticed – overlooked, despite his height. but he didn't mind. he liked it that way; being in his own little bubble that consisted of classes, late night study sessions, his favourite books, and weekends spent gaming with his best friend nicholas. it was peaceful like that and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

until he met you.

euijoo was weaving through the crowded college hallways, lost in thought about the upcoming exam period, and mentally organizing how to spread out all the study materials over the next two weeks, when a bright, unfamiliar laugh pierced through the haze of his thoughts.

almost instantly, his eyes found the source of the sound – and he swore he could feel his heart sink. for a moment, he stood frozen, completely taken aback. it wasn’t just your appearance that left him breathless, but something more – a kind of effortless energy that seemed to fill the space around you. he couldn’t believe he had never noticed you before. had you always been there, just beyond the edge of his awareness, waiting to catch him off guard?

the easygoing, yet warm smile you wore, made his heart flutter in a way he'd never experienced before – it captivated him, leaving his eyes fixed on you, unable to look away.

it wasn’t until a dull ache in his shoulder brought him back to reality that he finally gathered his thoughts. "how about not standing in the middle of the hallway," he heard an irritated student mutter as they brushed past him. euijoo quickly stepped aside, clearing his throat before mumbling a half-hearted apology.

when he looked back at you, you were gone, the spot that had held your presence just moments ago now empty, yet somehow, your warmth still seemed to linger in the air. he shook his head as if it could clear his mind that suddenly seemed to only have space for you – exams long forgotten.

as he continued his way to the cafeteria, he tried his best to quiet his thoughts, but to no avail. it was almost ridiculous, he thought, how just twenty seconds of seeing you could completely take over his mind. hell, he didn't even know your name, and until two minutes ago, he hadn’t known you existed at all.

he tightened his grip on the straps of his backpack and exhaled deeply before stepping into the cafeteria, scanning the room for nicholas, determined not to let anything show.

"juju! everything okay?" nicholas greeted him once the younger found him sitting at a table.

"yes," he replied, almost a little too quickly. "why wouldn't everything be okay?"

nicholas furrowed his brows, leaning back in his chair a bit, and scanned his best friend's face carefully. "you know," he started, "i usually ask. but honestly, today you're being weird about it." nicholas crossed his arms in front of his chest. "so, what's up?"

euijoo quickly looked down, knowing damn well he couldn’t lie to nicholas face-to-face, and silently cursed himself for trying too hard to hide how he really felt. he'd always been too awkward when trying to play it cool, and nicholas was too much of a good friend to not notice.

"nothing," he mumbled after a while, "i'm just stressing over exams, i guess."

nicholas sighed slightly. "you know you'll ace it, you always do. why do you have to panic first?"

euijoo just offered a slight shrug as he picked up his chopsticks to eat his lunch, attempting to focus on nicholas’s ramble about finding healthy ways to relieve stress – attempting not to let his thoughts drift back to you once again.

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even days later, euijoo couldn’t shake the moment from his mind. your laughter, your presence – it all replayed in his head, tugging at him in a way that was unfamiliar, unsettling. he found himself scanning the hallways more often, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you. but whenever he did spot you, his heart would pound in his chest, his feet frozen, leaving him unable to approach. instead, he’d linger from a distance, admiring in silence, and hoping you wouldn’t notice.

nicholas was quick to catch on. the two were sitting on the lawn near campus after some hours of studying together in the library. it was evident that both were a little exhausted, but euijoo seemed quieter than usual, distracted.

"you’ve been acting weird lately," nicholas said after some moments of silence, a hint of concern coating his words. "what's going on? is it really just exams?"

euijoo tried to brush it off, shaking his head. "it's nothing, just a lot on my mind."

nicholas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. just as he was about to respond, he noticed euijoo's eyes slightly widen at something. he followed his friend's gaze, realizing that it wasn’t something after all, but rather someone. euijoo wondered how you always somehow managed to be exactly where he was. so close, yet just so out of reach. he found himself watching you a moment longer than he intended, and nicholas, ever the attentive friend, understood immediately.

"a lot on your mind, huh? or someone on your mind? spill, who is she?"

after a long pause, euijoo sighed. "just–... actually, i don't know." he felt a heat rise to his cheeks just saying it.

nicholas's eyes lit up at euijoo's blushed cheeks, a grin spreading across his face. "you don't know? let me guess, you’ve never talked to her?"

euijoo frowned. "it’s not that easy. i don’t even know where to start. 'hi, i've been secretly watching you for a while now cause you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen?' will surely go well," he said sarcastically.

"it’s not rocket science," nicholas said with a laugh. "you don’t have to confess that you’re hopelessly in love with someone you barely know, juju. you just go up and say hi. you do know how to say hi, right?"

euijoo groaned, sinking deeper into the lawn. "i’m not like you, nicholas. i don’t know how to just... talk to people like that."

nicholas leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "then we’re gonna fix that."

over the next few days, nicholas kept pushing him. whenever they passed you in the hallway, nicholas would nudge euijoo's shoulder and whisper, "now’s your chance," but every time, euijoo’s nerves would get the best of him. his heart would race, his hands would get all sweaty, and the words he wanted to say would evaporate before he could speak.

it became a routine – nicholas encouraging, euijoo hesitating. no matter how much he wanted to approach you, the thought of saying something and making a fool of himself kept holding him back.

nicholas, ever persistent, wouldn’t let up. "look, euijoo," he said one afternoon, pulling him aside after class, "if you don’t do something soon, someone else will. you don’t want to regret not taking your shot, do you?"

euijoo knew nicholas was right, but every time he tried to gather the courage, he felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, too afraid to jump.

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one afternoon, in the final week of lectures before exam season would hit with full force, euijoo found himself sitting in the cafeteria, eating his lunch with nicholas while grumbling about the little time they had between lectures and exams, which left them hardly any opportunity to study in peace.

"euijoo," nicholas interrupted his best friend's rant, when he spotted you at a table. usually, you'd sit with your friends, but this time, you were all by yourself. he titled his head in your direction, instructing euijoo to look your way.

"she's alone, that's your chance," he encouraged him yet another time to approach you. the younger opened his mouth to object, but nothing came out – you weren't surrounded by your friends, you weren't rushing to your next class; he didn't have any excuses this time.

"what's the worst that can happen?" nicholas pressed.

the worst that can happen? him making a total fool of himself? you rejecting him? maybe even making fun of him? or worse, ignoring him?

despite the doubts swirling in his mind, he pushed his chair back, stood up on slightly wobbly knees, and walking over to your table. he didn't understand where his confidence came from, but as quickly as it did, it fled his body again, when someone else approached you first.

he stopped dead in his tracks, watching as kei, known as one of the best athletes on the college's team, sat down next to you, greeted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek, and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you just a little closer.

euijoo's heart dropped. he felt stupid. so, so stupid. of course you had a boyfriend. why would a girl like you not have a boyfriend?

he turned around, hoping that the way he had stood there, as usual, just went unnoticed by everyone. he slowly went back to the table he shared with nicholas and sank down in his chair, shoulders slumped and eyes stuck to his still half-full plate.

a hint of worry washed over nicholas's face as he saw euijoo's expression. he intentionally hadn’t observed the approach, wanting to spare euijoo from feeling scrutinized, but now he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for not knowing if he could have jumped in to help. "what happened?" he asked softly, not sure if he'd even get a reply.

euijoo just shook his head, not lifting his gaze. "nothing. she's with kei," he replied silently.

nicholas slightly bit his bottom lip, watching as his best friend picked up his chopsticks again to pick at his food. "shit... i'm sorry, i had no idea," he mumbled, although knowing it wouldn't help anyhow.

again, euijoo shook his head slightly. "it's fine. it was delusional to think she'd be single anyways."

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for the first time since he'd started college, euijoo felt genuinely thankful for the stress that came with exam season. he'd get to spend his time studying, sometimes until late at night, and whenever he finally closed his books, he was too exhausted to think about how he felt.

although nicholas tried his best to convince euijoo to take more breaks, the younger thrived on the distraction that studying brought about. it was a little ridiculous anyway, he tried to convince himself. he couldn't seriously be upset that his hallway crush had a boyfriend. after all, he didn't even know you, and now he was sure it would stay that way. so why be upset about it?

still, euijoo was happy when the last exam was done, a wave of relief washing over him. he knew he'd head back to his home country to spend the summer break with his family, and he was certain that by the time he'd return to college, he'd be fully unbothered by you.

during the summer break, euijoo found comfort in returning home, where life felt familiar and calm. being surrounded by family and catching up with old friends brought a sense of ease, and he could finally relax and clear his head.

each day that passed, the thought of you slipped further from his mind. it felt ridiculous, really – how a brief, one-sided crush had thrown him off so much. by the time summer neared its end, euijoo felt lighter. the idea of going back to campus no longer felt stressful.

he’d be fine; that's what he told himself. if he saw you again, so be it. but this time, he'd be walking back onto campus in control of his emotions.

his resolve lasted exactly one day.

he had almost made it throughout the first day of classes without running into you. one last class and he'd head to finally meet up with nicholas to catch up about the summer.

he found a spot near the middle of the room and settled in, pulling out his notebook and glancing around casually as the rest of the students trickled in. just as he was about to pull out his phone, the door opened again, and a familiar laugh echoed through the room.

his heart stopped for a moment, his hand freezing halfway to his pocket.

he didn’t even have to look to know it was you. that laugh – it was the same one that had derailed his focus for weeks last semester. and against his better judgment, he glanced up. there you were, walking in with a friend, that warm energy surrounding you like a halo. euijoo’s breath caught in his throat. you hadn’t noticed him, but he sure as hell noticed you. all the progress he thought he’d made over the summer crumbled in an instant.

he quickly looked down at his notebook, gripping his pen tighter than necessary, mentally scolding himself for how easily his resolve had vanished. stay calm, he told himself. it’s just one class. you’ll survive.

the professor began speaking, announcing the outline for the semester and the project that would take up the majority of their time, continuing with a speech on the importance of teamwork, but euijoo barely listened. had you gotten more beautiful over summer? was that even possible?

"i don't want any bickering on who's working with who, so i'll call out pairs. i expect everyone to work together efficiently," the professor continued, "raise your hand when your name is called so your partner can find you."

euijoo zoned out, still trying to push you from his mind, repeating a mantra to himself that everything was fine, that this would all blow over soon.

"byun euijoo and–" the professor called out, snapping him back to attention, "– y/l/n y/n."

euijoo scanned the room while hesitantly raising his hand.

his heart dropped. he could almost feel the air leave the room.

you had raised your hand. for a second, you seemed to look around, processing the pairing before your gaze settled on him.

slowly, as if in a daze, he looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time. it felt like time had slowed down, like every sound in the lecture hall faded away except for the quiet hum of his own heartbeat in his ears. he could feel the heat rushing to his face, his head starting to spin, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

you smiled – a soft, polite smile, the kind you give someone you don’t really know but are about to work with for an entire semester. it wasn't much, but oh god, euijoo swore the world stopped for a second.

when you turned back toward the front of the class, he didn't even know if he'd returned the smile, if he'd nodded in acknowledgement, or if he'd done absolutely nothing.

throughout the entire class, it became increasingly obvious for euijoo that the weeks of distance had done nothing to change the way he felt about you. he found himself zoning out, replaying the tiny interaction between you again and again, or looking back to your seat for just a second before he forced himself to look away.

as the professor ended class, he started packing up his things, and took a deep breath. he knew he'd had to talk to you now. and although techincally, he had prepared for that moment so long during the last semester, he felt himself hesitating yet again.

he tried to remind himself that it was just for the project and that there was no way he could ridicule himself now.

euijoo took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the class began to filter out. his palms felt sweaty, and his heart raced faster with every step that brought him closer to where you were gathering your things. his mind raced with a thousand ways to approach the conversation, yet none of them seemed right.

as if sensing his approach, you glanced up from your bag, your eyes meeting his for the second time that day. that soft smile appeared again – this time with a hint of curiosity, and euijoo nearly forgot what he had planned to say. for a moment, the world felt too quiet, his nerves too loud.

"hi, euijoo, right?" you said, breaking the silence with an easy warmth. your voice was gentle, and somehow it felt like a small bit of relief to hear his name spoken so softly.

euijoo swallowed hard, blinking as if snapping out of a daze. "uh, yeah. that’s me." he managed a small, awkward laugh. "looks like we’re project partners."

you nodded, still smiling as you stood up. "looks like it. should we maybe set up a time to meet and figure out a plan?"

it was such a simple question, and yet euijoo’s heart felt like it was racing a marathon. he quickly nodded, trying not to let his nerves show. "yeah, sure. uh... maybe at the library? it’s usually quieter there." he didn't know how the hell he'd managed to sound so calm, but he felt a short pang of pride rush through him.

"perfect," you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "how about tomorrow afternoon?"

"tomorrow sounds good," euijoo replied, his mind scrambling for something else to say – something that wasn’t awkward or strange. his fingers fidgeted with the straps of his own backpack as he added, "uh, we can exchange numbers too? you know, to coordinate."

you smiled again, and euijoo could almost feel the tension melting away, though his pulse was still thrumming in his ears. "sure yes. just type in your number."

you handed him your phone, almost brushing his fingers with yours in the process, and he just hoped you didn't hear how his breath hitched. he quickly typed his number in and handed it back to you with a sheepish grin. "there you go."

"great! i’ll text you so we can figure out the details. see you tomorrow, euijoo."

with one last smile, you turned and headed toward the door, leaving euijoo standing there, his mind still trying to process the fact that not only had you smiled at him – twice – but now you had his number. sure, it was only for a project, and his chest still felt tight, his knees were still slightly shaky, but a strange sense of accomplishment settled over him.

"what took you so long?" nicholas frowned at his best friend as he finally approached their usual spot at the lawn.

euijoo plopped himself down next to him, hoping that the blush on his cheeks had faded by now, but nicholas was already eyeing him suspiciously.

“uh… nothing,” euijoo said, scratching the back of his neck. but the smile that kept creeping onto his face as his mind went back to the reason of his delay gave him away completely.

nicholas narrowed his eyes. “that is not a ‘nothing’ face. what happened?”

euijoo let out a long sigh, leaning back on his hands. “you remember that girl… the one from last semester?” he started, feeling his face flush slightly as he spoke.

"the one you swore you were over?" nicholas chimed in, an amused tone lacing his voice and a smirk tugging at his lips.

euijoo sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “i never swore anything,” he mumbled.

nicholas’s smirk only widened. “right. so what happened? did you see her?”

euijoo took a deep breath, feeling almost embarrassed at how easily he’d been caught. “she’s… in my class."

nicholas’s eyes lit up. “wait, her? she’s in your class?”

the younger nodded, his voice a little quieter now. “actually... we’re partnered up for the semester project.”

nicholas’s jaw dropped in exaggerated surprise, his smirk growing into a full grin. “no way. the girl you were practically obsessed with is now your project partner?”

“obsessed is a strong word,” euijoo protested, though he couldn’t deny that it wasn’t too far from the truth.

the older leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. "you do realize that this is the chance you've been waiting for, right?"

euijoo groaned, although he'd lie if he said he didn't allow himself to entertain that thought for a second. "it's not a chance, nico. she's taken, remember? i'm not going to try anything."

nicholas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "you cannot know that. maybe they broke up," he said, to which euijoo just shot him a pointed look that told him this was the end of their conversation.

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in the following weeks, you and euijoo met regularly to work on the project. though the workload was tiring, the way your minds seemed to complement each other perfectly made the process surprisingly smooth. it seemed like you could finish all of his thoughts when he struggled, and he had all the answers to your questions.

it should have been a relief for euijoo, knowing the project wasn't going to be impossible to handle, but instead, it only made things more complicated for him. your sharp insights and ideas left him even more captivated, as he realized that beyond your pretty face that still left him breathless, and the energy you carried, you were also incredibly smart. it felt almost too much to handle.

during the time you spent together, he couldn't help but notice little things about you that he hadn't seen from the distance. like the way your brows furrowed slightly when you were concentrated, or the way you tapped your pen on your chin when you were thinking. all of these things, no matter how simple or seemingly meaningless, somehow only carved the place he had reserved for you in his heart a little deeper. it felt like every new thing he learned about you warmed his chest more.

he'd catch himself smiling whenever he'd watch you just a little too long while you were busy typing on your laptop, and he got used to quickly looking down or pretending to search something in his backpack every time he felt the all too familiar heat rushing to his cheeks.

it was a miracle, really, how you hadn't caught on yet. at least that's what nicholas said – that everyone could clearly see the way euijoo was so obviously, helplessly in love.

"you got it bad, huh?" he had asked one time he met euijoo after your scheduled study session at the library. but the younger had just quickly shrugged it off with a mumbled, "shut up."

of course, working with you didn't only bring warmth and nervouseness that had by now grown to feel almost comfortable. it also brought hard, almost cruel, reminders of the one-sidedness of his feelings. of how you weren't his.

there was that pretty necklace you wore – one with a small gem – that he was certain kei had gifted to you. it hung around your neck like a constant reminder that you belonged to someone else.

there was kei who'd come to pick you up from the library when you finished whatever you had planned for that day, so you wouldn't have to go home alone. euijoo was glad to know there was someone who made sure you got home safely, but hell, he would be that someone too.

every time he saw you smiling at your boyfriend's arrival, the brightness in your eyes sent a flutter through euijoo's heart, only to be swiftly replaced by the reminder of how happy you were with him. it felt like a punch to the gut, and he’d quickly look away, embarrassed by the way his heart ached.

the confidence kei radiated made euijoo feel almost small. kei seemed to be everything he was not, and even the thought of ever standing a chance felt ridiculous.

sometimes, while working on the project, you would receive a text from your boyfriend, and euijoo couldn’t help but glance at your phone. he’d see the photo of the two of you together as your lock screen, and it would make his chest tighten uncomfortably.

whenever you’d smile at your phone while typing a quick reply, it was like a dagger in his heart; you were so genuinely happy, and he felt foolish for still liking you when he knew damn well that you were taken. he felt stupid for even letting himself dream about what it would be like to be the one making you smile like that.

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one afternoon when euijoo arrived to the library, he found you at your usual spot, already immersed in the book in front of you and taking notes here and there. he pulled out his phone, slight panic washing over him. was he late? no. 4:30pm – he wasn't late.

"hey," he greeted gently after approaching the table, careful to not startle you. you looked up from the book and your eyes met his for a second. he didn't know how many times you had held eye-contact with him already, but it still made his knees wobble like it was the first.

"hey," you greeted back with a soft smile, and he swore his heart skipped a beat or two.

"i'm not late, am i?" euijoo asked after sitting down across from you, taking out his supplies but never leaving your gaze.

"no, no, don't worry," you shook your head, "i just uh... had nothing to do, so i figured i could start already. here look," you handed him your paper of notes and, yet again, reading your ideas and understandings of the text almost stunned him.

you continued working together until you reached the goal you had set for the day. when euijoo packed up his things, he tried to mentally prepare himself to see kei, his stomach filling with nervous premonition. but he didn't catch any sight of him.

he watched as you finished packing your bag, and he swore your eyes scanned the library too – just for a second, before you quickly glanced down to your phone, biting your bottom lip just the tiniest bit.

"isn't uh... isn't kei coming?" euijoo asked, his tone careful, almost shy.

he saw a hint of something flash through your eyes – something he couldn't quite name, but it vanished as quickly as it came. you shook your head. "i'm going alone today," you responded, offering a slight smile.

euijoo couldn't help but feel that something was up. he would have loved to be there to listen if his intuition was right, but he knew he wasn't in the position to ask.

"i can walk you home," he blurted out the offer before his brain could even finish processing the thought. he mentally cursed himself, when he saw your slight smile. it looked different from your usual bright, friendly smiles – it looked more forced, not really reaching your eyes.

"sorry, that was a stupid idea," he added, his voice a little quieter now. his mind started racing. had he made you uncomfortable? was it weird for him to suggest keeping you company outside of the project?

"it wasn't," you replied equally quiet, yet you cut through the thoughts that had started clouding his mind. "i'll be fine, but i appreciate it... thanks, euijoo." the volume of your voice decreased until all that was left was another, almost shy but this time more genuine smile from you.

euijoo lingered for a moment, his bagpack slung over his shoulder, still standing at the table as you looked back down at your phone. he gave a small nod, even though you weren't looking, and quietly left the library, his mind replaying the brief conversation over and over.

the following week, you canceled the study session last minute. it was the first time you had done so, and euijoo felt an odd twinge of concern. he didn't pry, didn't want to dig deeper, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

when you rescheduled for the week after, euijoo's intuition only grew stronger; he could clearly sense something was off. you seemed quieter, more in thought than usual. during the session, your eyes occasionally drifted away from the book, your notes, and even from him, as if you were miles away.

it wasn’t until euijoo noticed the absence of your necklace that a deeper worry settled into him. you had absentmindedly reached for it, your fingers grazing your collarbone, but when they found nothing, you quickly pulled your hand away.

“hey,” he asked softly, “is everything okay?”

your eyes met his, surprised by his question, but you gave a small shrug, your lips pressing into a thin line. "yeah, it's fine."

euijoo knew better than that by now, and he wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to push too hard. he hesitated for a moment before softly offering, “you know... if you ever want to talk... i’m here.”

you gave him a longer look this time, something unreadable in your eyes. and then, after a brief pause, you exhaled, leaning back in your chair. “i broke up with kei.”

euijoo felt his breath catch in his throat. what? he hadn't expected you to tell him. not so quickly, and not this. the name hit the air between you both, hanging there for a moment.

"i... i'm sorry," was all he managed to say. he wasn't sure how to choose his words, but he wanted to comfort you. "that... must be hard."

you nodded slightly, looking down at your hands, your voice soft. "it’s been coming for a while, i guess. he’s been distant, and i should’ve known, but... yeah." euijoo could feel his heart crack at the hint of sadness in your voice.

he felt the urge to reach across the table, maybe take your hand or offer some kind of physical comfort, but he stopped himself. he knew the boundaries well, and he didn't want to overstep. instead, he gave you a warm smile, hoping that would soothe your pain – that it would somehow be enough.

“thanks for telling me,” he said gently. he wanted to say more, to be a better source of comfort. but he sensed that he shouldn't press further, that you didn't want to talk about it now. "if you need anything… i’m here.”

you didn’t say anything for a moment, but then you gave a small, genuine smile – one that felt more like you. "thanks, euijoo."

in the following weeks, the two of you returned to your routine of project work. you both focused on your work, talking when necessary but mostly just working comfortably in each other’s presence.

euijoo began bringing you your usual coffee, not making a big deal out of it, just setting it down next to your books with a small remark like, "i thought that might help to cheer you up a little."

and while you thanked him casually each time, those gestures began to tug at something inside you. you found yourself looking forward to seeing him, not because of the free coffee but because of him – the way he always seemed to know when you needed a break, the quiet understanding he brought with him. his presence felt like a comforting anchor in the storm that had been your breakup.

one time, you looked up to thank him, your eyes meeting his, and for a second, you held the gaze. for the first time, you noticed how his brown hair fell slightly over his eyes, how his smile reached them in a way that felt warm, inviting. your heart gave a tiny flutter that you immediately brushed off. euijoo sat down, pulling out his notebook, but you could feel his presence in a way that felt more heightened than usual.

as time passed, you started seeing things you'd never noticed before, like the way his eyes lit up when he was explaining something he seemed passionate about, or the way he'd always look down for a second when he smiled shyly. you tried to focus on the project, but your mind wandered – drifting back to the small moments where you found yourself lingering on him. you began to notice how his kindness, patience, and quiet support filled you with a gentle warmth that spread through you in a comforting way.

yet, each time you felt that warmth in your chest, you quickly dismissed it. it was too soon. you had just started getting over kei; the last thing you needed was to rush into something else.

but euijoo made it so easy. you were falling for him, you knew it. and he made that fall feel so effortless, almost natural – filled with a mixture of comfort and anticipation.

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"please, euijoo," you begged, pouting your lips slightly, hoping that this would help you succeed in your attempt to persuade euijoo to join a party that a fellow student hosted to celebrate the end of the semester.

he opened his mouth to object, but, oh god, you were just too adorable to resist. he actually felt like he'd combust if you didn't stop pouting anytime soon, so he gave in. "fine, but only for two hours."

you smiled brightly, still catching euijoo off guard like the very first time he saw you smile. oh how he wished he could tell you just how much that smile meant to him.

throughout the second half of the semester, you two had somehow bonded, feeling a little less awkward and a little more comfortable around each other – conversations flowing with ease, even for euijoo. but despite nicholas's (unsuccessful) attempts to encourage euijoo to finally tell you about his feelings, the latter didn't want to ruin the comfort you had just found in each other. if that was the closest he could get to you, then he'd settle for that.

when you arrived to the party hours later that day, people were already gathering in the small place, chatting and drinking, and some even danced. you felt embraced by the warmth of euijoo's body next to you, although the two of you didn't touch. but it felt comfortable, somewhat safe.

you grabbed some drinks from the kitchen before pushing through the growing crowd of people, euijoo's hand softly staying on the small of your back as if to not lose you. your skin buzzed in the spot where his hand rested, but you tried to shrug the feeling off.

you spent your evening reminiscing about the past semester, laughing here and there at funny stories either of you had to tell.

as the evening wore on, the party around you grew louder, drawing you a little closer to each other, leaning in a bit more whenever the other said something. you hadn’t touched since euijoo’s hand had briefly rested on your back earlier, but you could still feel the ghost of it. now, so close to him, the thought kept drifting to the back of your mind, no matter how much you tried to focus on the conversation.

when you couldn't hear each other anymore, not even after leaning in unnervingly close, you exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between you. without a word, you both quietly slipped out to the balcony.

the sudden quiet was soothing. you both leaned against the railing, the city lights glowing softly below, the distant sounds of the streets below grounding the moment.

neither of you spoke for a while, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. it felt more like a necessary pause. you could feel the weight of euijoo’s presence next to you, close enough that his arm almost brushed yours, but not quite.

after a few more beats of silence, euijoo shifted slightly, his hand brushing against the railing, fingers curling around it before he turned to you. his eyes found yours, and he didn't know if that was what pushed him, or if it was the alcohol in his blood that made his head buzz softly.

“you know,” he started, “i’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

you blinked, the soft buzz in your own head making his words seem like they were suspended in the air, slow to sink in. “yeah?” you asked, feeling your heart pick up pace. now or never, your intoxicated mind told yourself, "me too."

euijoo blinked, a bit taken aback, and the confidence he had brought up from god knows where suddenly vanished. he swallowed, tightening his grip about the railing. "what is it?" he asked quietly, too scared to say what had been on his mind now that he didn't know what was on yours.

you slightly shook your head. "no, you go first."

he hesitated, the silence stretching between you to a point it started to feel almost unbearable. he wouldn't go first, you thought, so you opened your mouth to beat him to it. but just when you uttered those three words, he did the same.

"i like you," you both said in unison, the words hanging in the air between you, leaving an almost tangible shock in their wake.

for a split second, you both froze, wide-eyed. then, simultaneously:

"what?"

again, the word echoed in both of your voices. you could feel your cheeks warming, and before you could help it, a small, nervous laugh escaped you.

euijoo blinked, stunned for a heartbeat, before the tension broke and he chuckled too, his laughter soft but genuine. the sound of it sent a wave of warmth through you, easing the fluttering in your chest.

"i–" he started, still smiling but a little more serious now. he took a breath, steadying himself, before his eyes found yours again. "i've been wanting to say that for a while. longer than i probably should have."

his confession was soft, but it felt heavy with sincerity. his eyes searched yours for a reaction, and you felt your heart flutter again.

you smiled, taking a step closer, feeling that familiar comfort in his presence. “i realized it recently,” you admitted quietly, “but… i can’t deny it anymore, either. being with you, it’s just… it feels... good."

euijoo’s gaze softened, and you could see the relief wash over his face, like the tension he’d been carrying for so long had finally lifted.

the space between you felt smaller now, filled with the weight of what had just been said.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. you just stood there, the city lights twinkling below. and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, euijoo took a small step forward, his hand reaching up gently, hesitantly, to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

your breath hitched as his hand lingered near your cheek, his touch light and careful, like he was waiting for permission. and with a small nod, you allowed him to close the distance that had always been between you – to finally kiss the lips that, with that laugh long ago, had captured him completely. <3

“It doesn't have to be painful.” Malfoy said, staring above her head at the wall, seeming eager to over analyze the wallpaper, “There are ways for it to be.” He took a deep breath. “Enjoyable.”

“I’ve had sex before.” Hermione said.

“You have?” His voice was a touch surprised.

Hermione narrowed her eyes.

“Loads of times.” Hermione scoffed (three times, to be specific, and it had been almost a year since the last time) “I’m an expert.”

Malfoy had the audacity to look relieved. “Good.” He said, “I’m glad you’ve had pleasurable experiences. When — when, we, consummate — ”

“Fuck.” Hermione said at the same time as him.

“— fuck,” Malfoy practically hissed, “Just. Just think of them.”

Hermione nodded. “Right.” She said, “Sure.” He was staring at her. Waiting for something; her permission, perhaps. “You can think about other people, too.”

The first time she’d had sex, Harry had been soft, if not a little too gentle. In the tent, surrounded by darkness and the ever present promise of death, their fumbling hands had met. It hadn’t been painful, but it hadn’t been overly pleasant, either. It just had been them.

The second time she’d had sex, Ron had been eager to please her, but it had felt off. Like a sneeze that wouldn’t come, like an itch just below her reach — overall, it had been unremarkable and unfortunately for her and Ron’s budding romance, a little unsettling.

The third, and subsequently final time, Hermione had decided that she needed to stop having sex with immediate members of her very small friend group, and Seamus Finnigan had been happy to oblige her.

In the middle, he’d gotten a leg cramp and accidentally headbutted her.

She’d gotten a bloody nose, and Seamus still wasn’t able to make eye contact with her without cringing.

Then, the marriage law had been announced, and Hermione had been too swept up in writing motions and testifying in court to worry about the elusiveness of her own sex life.

“Did you ever think you’d get married?” Hermione asked to rupture the silence that had stretched on for a bit too long. It seemed like a fitting question to ask, given their predicament. “I was never sure.”

Malfoy smiled and Hermione felt her stomach twist. This would all be much easier if he wasn't so handsome. “It was never my choice.” He said, “I always knew I’d marry someone my father chose for me. Perhaps that’s why I accepted all this — the lack of choice, that is something I’m familiar with.”

“You, however, fought to the bitter end.” He continued, “very valiantly, I might add. As is your nature.”

“It didn't work.” Hermione said softly. Admitting defeat to Draco Malfoy never seemed possible before — but now? It felt almost inescapable, the partnership that was materializing between them. Like the golden thread of fate was tightening around their wrists.

“You’ll figure out a way to make them suffer.”

“Not my nature,” Hermione said, finishing her glass of champagne, “That’s yours.”

The clock read 11:40pm. It seemed they could no longer avoid fate.

“If we don’t consummate,” Malfoy was saying, voice sounding far away, “And the punishment is a fine, I can pay it. I won’t pretend I’m not above bribery, either. I — we — have a lot of money. Perhaps we could buy the Minister an island? Do you think he’d like that?”

“Harry said the punishment was prison time.”

“Hm.”

Hermione stood from her chair by the fire and smoothed the nightgown over her legs, fingers trembling slightly. “Thank you,” She said, “For offering to pay a fine for me. And for hypothetically bribing the minister of magic with an island. But I think — I think this is just unavoidable. We’ll be okay.”

He smiled again, soft like the fuzzy clouds at sunrise. Hermione had never really noticed how his smile changed his entire face. “Yes,” he said, watching as she moved across the room, “We’ll be just fine.”

She lay down on the bed, closer to him now then she had been in years. The last time they’d touched had been when he’d clutched her shoulders the day of the trials, fingers tight around her flesh. When he’d apologized to her in that dimly lit hallway, tears tracking down his cheeks, uncaring of who saw.

Hermione found dwelling on the past did no one any good, but for once, she was glad he’d done so; if only for the growth that accompanied him with the passage of time.

Glad, that if this was going to happen, she would face the future with this version of Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy shifted, looming above her, his fingers finding the strap of her nightgown, twisting the fabrics softly before firmly pressing his hands on either side of her body. The mattress refused to creak, the only sound in the room their soft breaths.

“On or off?”

He waited politely for her answer, but his hands betrayed his tension, clutching almost angrily at the sheets, in danger of ripping them. Rich people, Hermione thought, could afford to rip their sheets. They could simply buy new ones.

“On.” Hermione said in a thick voice.

“On.” Malfoy agreed. “I’m going to touch you now.”

“Yes.” Hermione wished she was someone brighter, someone like Ginny or even Lavender. If they’d been assigned Malfoy, the room wouldn’t feel so thick and heavy. They’d be able to smile — they wouldn’t be frozen beneath him, skin as rigid as the bones underneath. “Alright.”

“You’re so much smaller up close.” Malfoy murmured, surprising both of them. “From afar, it’s easy to convince myself you’re a titan, towering above us mortals. But here, I think it’s undeniable.”

“I was taller when we were kids.” Was the response Hermione decided to give him. “Do you remember? I used to be taller than Harry.”

“I remember.” His thumb was rubbing circles against the top of her thigh. Just touching the skin, nothing scandalous, but Hermione felt a bit like a puritan seeing ankles for the first time.

“Do you think our child will be tall?” She asked, “Like you are?”

His touch faltered for a bit, a crack appearing in his perfect facade. For a moment, his eyes were bright, hungry. Then, he resumed his lazy touch, fingers slowly tracing down her legs, beneath her nightgown.

“I hope they inherit all your goodness.” Malfoy said roughly, “And they inherit all my height.”

Hermione had never thought about being a mother, never considered that a possibility — she certainly had never expected to become a parent with Draco Malfoy. But a life with Harry had inadvertently prepared Hermione to adapt to her environment, like those frogs that change genders.

“I’ll need to stretch you a bit.” Malfoy was saying, sliding down her body. Hermione wondered when she should start calling him Draco. Surely, soon, with the home he'd seemed to have made for himself between her thighs. “Please, just try to relax.”

“Right.”

His hot breath on her center was the only warning Hermione received before he was licking her, tongue twisting its way inside her cunt, thumb lazily rubbing her clit. She was wet, not an embarrassing amount, but not enough for him to grunt his approval, the vibration sending a shudder skittering up her spine.

“Oh,” she gasped, hips squirming against his hold, “Wha — what are you doing?”

“Shh,” he hushed her, words mumbled against her cunt, “It’s rude to interrupt.”

Then, he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, his sloppy noises filling the room. Distantly, Hermione heard someone babbling, broken cries and unfinished sentences — it took a moment to realize that voice was her own. Heat, like fire, like a dragon, spread across her body.

He was pressing her to his face, fingers digging into her flesh; each time she withered away from his tongue, his lips, even his teeth, his grip tightened, an arm pressed against the flesh of her stomach.

Finally, finally, finally, she felt one his fingers slip across her folds, sliding through the wetness. Malfoy’s fingers were so much thicker than her own, entering her with a bluntness she wasn’t accustomed to, twisting her open. Fucking her slowly, with no clear intention of quickening his pace.

“After the war,” Malfoy said, licking up her cunt with leisure, “When we were at school, I wanted to be near you every second. It was like waking up and realizing I could actually see the sun.”

She remembered, even now, through her trembling limbs, how he’d looked at her during their 8th year. It hadn’t been a predator's gaze, but one of blatant observation. Like he was truly seeing her for the first time; finally allowing himself to look.

“What a gift it is.” He murmured against her, a second finger sliding to join the first, a pleasant burn beginning to overtake Hermione, bubbling over the surface, spreading across her flesh, “The privilege to bask in your warmth.”

He devoured her until she came with a wail, on an exhale, head tossed back. Hermione twisted and twisted and twisted away, but his hold was firm. It hadn’t been like that with the others, rarely, it had even been like that with herself.

“Will that be enough?” She sniffed.

He pulled his cock out for her to see.

“Three fingers, then.” Hermione said, voice unsteady.

It was 11:53pm by the time he’d stretched her to his liking.

“Hermione.”

Hermione jerked at the use of her first name. “Yes?” She hiccuped.

He squinted up at her, hair falling over his eyes. He really looked like a stupid fairytale prince, even now, with his face glistening, wet with her, it was completely unfair. “Think of someone else. It’ll help this part.”

To her credit, Hermione tried to follow his directions.

Visions of Harry’s eyes morphed into gray, Ron’s arms around her torso tightened, the way she imagined he would clutch her to his chest — Seamus’s moans grew deeper, like his voice.

It seemed all roads led back to Draco Malfoy, and Hermione was too tired to contemplate the importance of that realization.

Earlier, he’d called her valiant. Brave. Said it was part of her nature, woven into her bones. If she had nothing left, she’d still have her bravery. Perhaps, it was time to use the courage everyone insisted she possessed.

“I’m not thinking of anyone else.”

Malfoy looked like someone had shot him. “What?”

“I’m not thinking of anyone else.” Hermione repeated loudly. Maybe he had a minor head cold and was having difficulty hearing her, “I’m thinking about you.”

“But I told you to think of the others.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a dog.” Hermione scoffed. “I don’t blindly follow your orders.”

She ignored the way he smiled at her.

She felt him then, between her legs. Warm and heavy, a weight on her thigh, a promise for what was to come. “I’m,” Malfoy looked upset, angrier than before with the sheets, “I’m sorry that this happened. That it’s me.”

“I’m not.” The orgasms had loosened her limbs, a crack across a frozen pond; speaking to him seemed easier now, less world shattering. “I’m glad it’s you. I’ve fucked both my friends, it’s only natural that I’d carry on to my enemies next.”

“You think I'm your enemy?”

“No,” She sighed, “I think you’re my husband.”

“Say that again.”

“Husband.” She repeated. “You are my husband.”

“And you are my wife.”

Earlier cowardice forgotten, Hermione smiled up at him, all teeth. Malfoy blinked, like someone had turned on the lights. “ I’ve thought about you fucking me before.” She said softly, “Have you thought about me?”

Malfoy groaned, like he was in pain. “Constantly,” he said. “An agonizing amount. It’s time for me to fuck a baby into you. I’ll fill you up, alright? Will you let me?”

Hermione managed a confident nod.

The feel of all of him, tossed her head back.

Unfair, completely unfair, that this experience belonged to him, when already so many parts of her were his, too. His ownership over her mind had been a subtle acquisition, but this new feeling, the one burning through her, seemed to happen all at once.

“Such a good girl,” Malfoy grunted, “allowing me between your thighs.”

Then, he began to move, and the entire world seemed to tilt off axis.

Everything seemed to melt away, all that remained was Draco, the drag of his cock inside her.

She weakly clutched his arm when his fingers slid to her clit again, rubbing slow, agonizing circles. He smiled at the tears that stuck to her eyelashes, and it was a little mean.

“I won’t last,” he managed to say, “come on my cock, that’s a good girl, let me feel it.”

She felt when he came inside of her, heat spreading across her stomach. Winced slightly, when he kept fucking her, soft thrusts, fucking his cum deeper inside her.

“Have to make it stick.” He slurred.

“We can try again.” Hermione sighed, finally allowing her fingers to drag through his hair. Soft, softer than she thought it’d be — felt him twitch inside of her when she spoke. Wondered if her voice alone had the power to bring him to his knees.

“Has no one ever made you come before?” He hummed, “Does that job only belong to your husband?”

“You’ve never had a job in your life.”

It wasn’t the first time Megumi turned down sex with you. In fact, for the past four months, you’ve been dating with little progress past oral sex. He expressed early in the relationship that he wanted to take things slow, but the sentiment could only last so long when you devoted every other night to each other, making dinner and pouring the other wine.

“Oh? Are we doing it?” He had leaned down to kiss you just as you sat up, nearly butting heads with him from sitting up so fast. A bright smile spread across your cheeks. Megumi’s eyes softened.

“Mhm, we are. I’ll have the house to myself two weekends from now,” he says, pulling up a chair to Gojo’s desk and fitting his head between your legs. Warm lips brushed your clothed pussy, hands coming up to pull your legs over his bare shoulders and kiss your inner thighs.

“Two weekends from now,” You repeated as your fingers found themselves raking through his raven hair in contemplation. Nobara would be upset that you couldn’t make the DJ set she planned to attend, but she’d have to understand. Besides, if anyone knew of your sexual frustrations with Megumi, she did.

“Fuck, you should’ve seen him waking up this morning. Naked and laid on his stomach with the blanket barely covering his-“

“(Y/N)!!!”

“He has dimples on his lower back. Did you know that?”

The cool air against your center brought you back to Megumi, who was tossing your red panties over his shoulder carelessly. He had little interest in the students passing by the office door when he connected his warm mouth to your pussy and groaned at the gasp you let out.

“I’d ask if you still don’t think I can do it… but,” Two long digits collected arousal to spread around the bud of your desperate clit. “We both know the answer now.”

Teeth dug into your bottom lip in a defiant attempt to hold your moans and prove your boyfriend wrong. He only shook his head to snicker quietly, his fingers moving back down to push two fingers into your warm heat.

“We’ll know the answer,” you breathed out between his fingers steadily fucking you, “when Sensei’s desk is soaked.”

Megumi clicked his tongue in disapproval. How could he plan the perfect night for you if you were going to be such a brat? It was no secret he could make you cum with little effort- you had only recently begun texting him during class to come to his car for a quickie. The image of you spread out across the back of his black Audi (A 20th birthday gift from Toji) with your legs open was burned into his mind for what he hoped would be forever.

Resolved to leave no doubt in your mind, Megumi scooted his chair closer to the desk and wrapped your thighs around his ears.

“When Sensei’s desk is soaked…” he whispered to your cunt, fingers still playing with your wetness. A sarcastic response caught in your throat as his tongue flicked lightly against your sensitive bud, making your toes curl.

The unwavering patience you had for Megumi was one of the reasons he loved you. Over the past month, he began showing his appreciation by eating you out, resulting in Megumi unintentionally becoming addicted to your taste. Even with slick coating his mouth and sweat sticking to his forehead, it was the one action he felt he could grant you and never get tired of.

“Haven’t you teased me enough?” you asked, half begging. “My butt still hurts from the walk over here.”

The picture of him feasting on your cunt was more than enough to make you cum, eyes closing in concentration. Only to reopen to catch your eye with an intoxicated green gaze.

“Mmmph,” He moaned in response, giving his hand a push that left his fingertips impossibly deep. You could feel the indulgent smile against your cunt, a signal that this wasn’t about you cumming anymore- he was proving you wrong.

The eye contact you held had your cunt squeezing his fingers. The challenging look in your eye solidified his need, but what were you even resisting? The fingers filling you up curled and pressed into your g-spot, imploring you to answer his unasked question.

You had a hand in his hair and the other gripping the edge of the desk. You weren’t looking so good- skirt lifted to expose your cunt and a light sheen of sweat decorating your thighs and neck. The wetness of your pussy being played with, demanding moans, and Megumi’s grunts of effort filled the room.

Schoolmates be damned, he had something to prove.

His tongue flicked generously against your sensitive bud, drawing out more crying pleas from your throat. The fist in his hair tightened and his cock jumped in his pants from the mouthwatering pain.

“My slutty little girlfriend-“ He started, interrupting himself to take a few more lewd slurps at your cunt, your legs twitching in response. “All this sweetness for me?” He asked, wetness covering his chin and hand when he pulled back to glance at your disheveled appearance.

You slowly sat up on your elbows to catch a cocky smirk past his lips.

“I asked you a question.” His hand swiped to smack your pussy with wet fingers, the stinging from his fingertips landing directly on your clit. You cried out, gripping the edge of the desk and your wrinkled skirt in the other. Megumi watched and spread your lips to watch your cunt spasm and clench around nothing, relishing in the control he had over your pleasure.

Your voice could only come out as a whine, “‘Gumi, please!”

Another slap echoed through the office and a lusty scream followed it. You could feel your clit begging for friction and your hips lifting helplessly, only to press your back into the dark wood of the desk at your boyfriend’s command.

“And fucking stay there,” he breathed, pushing his dry hand through his hair. The sight of him with his hair pushed back brought a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“You don’t even gotta answer, it’ll never be for anyone else.”

He leaned back down to your pussy and slipped in three fingers with minimal resistance. They fucked themselves into you at a steady pace, fingers stroking the sensitive spot in your walls.

“C’mon whore, squirt on me,” he coaxed soothingly, mouth finding your slit again. He ran his tongue between your folds slowly up and down a few times before settling on your clit.

“‘Gumi,” You breathed out, grip becoming impossibly tighter on your Sensei’s desk. “Wanna be your slut,” You slurred out, watching your messy cunt take the strokes from his fingers, clenching around the digits as the pressure in your stomach intensified.

He watched your reaction past your mound, fingers speeding up to curl and draw more sobs from your lips. The desk shook slightly with every push into your pussy, and every pull drew out slick that dripped down your hole and onto the surface you laid on.

“F-fucking love you so much,” Was all you managed before pleasure rolled through your hips and you slowly released onto Megumi’s fingers and face. The warm liquid from your cunt dripping from the desk and on the tile, evidence of what only Megumi can make you do.

Your body was overflowing with warmth- you could only see white as your hips lifted from the desk with each ripple of satisfaction, the sweet twitching of your cunt being pacified by your boyfriend’s gentle strokes to your pussy lips.

As your breathing steadied, Megumi pulled away to give you a gentle kiss on the gold anklet you wore with his initials. “All good?” it came out in a whisper as if he was scared of your answer.

The intoxicated, lust-filled green gaze he gave you earlier had diluted into the concerned look of a lover. You gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled warmly.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. He’s already onto us.”

Two weeks later. Friday, 9:30 pm.

Eight hours, 46 minutes, and 2 seconds until Toji left for his business trip.

A plate of untouched dinner sat in front of you.

Exhilaration, that’s what you feel at the kotatsu with Toji and Megumi. It was rare that they sat together for a meal, (you joining them was even more infrequent) However before Toji left on long trips he wanted to spend time with his son. He was fond of your entertainment as well- often walking through the living room to comment on what was usually playing on tv.

“That’s fuckin’ cheap, that girl had no idea she was gonna swing.”

“Who fights on stairs?”

“You think this shit is real? I can’t tell to be honest with you-“

“Toji, just sit down! Geez!”

The luggage by the front door was another oddity tonight. He usually kept the large suitcases in his room, but the flight was early. 

“Say your goodbyes tonight, probably sleep through me leaving,” he advised, cutting and taking a bite of the steak occupying his plate. “I know you guys like staying up late into the night.”

“Yeah,” Megumi replied, poking his asparagus with a fork. “We’ll probably find a movie or something to watch,” he added, turning to you. “We’re behind on some things.”

A fist balled under the table in your lap while the other held a clean silver spoon. Toji was too preoccupied with his steak to notice it shake slightly in your hand at the insinuation, but Megumi caught it. He amusingly squinted his eyes at you and beamed sarcastically, expecting an answer.

“Yes!” You exclaimed a little too loudly. “We haven’t watched our reality tv in weeks,” you huffed in fake frustration. Eyes begging and lips pouted, you added, “You’ve been making me wait so long, ‘was about to start a new show.”

His jaw tightened, and you knew you had him.

“Thought ‘Gumi hated that stuff,” Toji voiced between bites, only half in the conversation. 

He did. Whenever you’d watch Brat Club, he’d give you a gentle kiss on the cheek and put his headset on to play video games with Yuuji and Nobara.

“It’s not that bad, baby-“

“Yuuji, what are you even aiming at?!” 

You waved a dismissive hand. “No, no! He loves it so much, he won’t watch it while it's airing so he can binge-watch at the end of the season.”

A light brush of pink spread across Megumi’s cheeks, forehead wrinkling at your words. 

“That’s dedication, Son.” He shared, nodding his head. You choked back a laugh.

“Thanks, Dad,” Megumi murmured shyly, eyes glued on his plate. Beneath the kotatsu, your socked foot grazed Megumi’s thigh in comfort.

The rest of the dinner was relatively quiet. Toji inquired politely about your studies in public relations and how the relationship was progressing. Between the two of you, a knowing smirk passed. Megumi gave his father a warm response as his hand found your foot, squeezing it affectionately.

Satisfied with his dinner, Toji said his goodbyes and goodnights, leaving the dishes to you and Megumi.

Your eyes met his as you both listened to the heavy footsteps disappearing upstairs. The tranquility of the dining room was left undisturbed, a silent conversation taking up your attention. Watching him through long eyelashes, his hand slipped beneath the fabric to tug his black sweatpants down. It was a motion you had become all too familiar with, and you licked your lips. Once the steps vanished, Megumi massaged your foot and broke the tension. 

“C’mere, Baby. Let me get a good look at you,” He beckoned, fingers curling at you. “I need to tell you something.” His tone was casual, almost nonchalant. It concerned you.

“Oh, what is it?” You asked, withdrawing your leg to lean forward and give him a sentimental look down your shirt. His eyes were fixed on your chest as he pushed a frustrated hand through his black locks to watch you slowly crawl to him on the tatami floor. 

The sight of your breasts pushing together left his heart weaker than before but watching them squish and nearly fall out of your shirt? 

He knew keeping you off for the night would be hard, but he thought he had more time than this.

As you reached Megumi, his cheeks flushed deeply, and the bulge in his black boxer briefs was evident. Your mouth watered more than it did over dinner. 

“Gonna be nice to me, ‘Gumi?” The question came out demure and innocent as you climbed into his lap, settling into your favorite seat. “I didn’t think you’d wanna lose it in the dining room, but okay!”

“I’m not losing it here,” He sighed, trying to convince himself more than you. “I have more self-control than that,” Voice cracking at the end of his sentence, Megumi’s dilated eyes finally met yours. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” 

“Do I?” You immediately countered, hands finding the hem of his shirt. “You must’ve lost it two weeks ago when you made me squirt in-”

Slender fingers caught your cheeks in a tight grip to tilt your head up. Your glossed lips puckered for Megumi as you felt his ghost over yours.

Breaths mixing, he whispered, “I can’t fuck you the way I want with him home. I can’t fold you over the kitchen counter or have you ride me in the bathtub.” His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment, and he gave them a sappy kiss. Your mouth immediately opened, desperate for more of Megumi to consume you. One of his hands found the back of your neck while the other remained on your ass, and he leaned forward. 

“Gonna be obsessed with your pussy, babe,” He murmured needily between kisses until your back touched the floor. You secured your legs around his waist and could only whimper as he ravished your senses. The grip on your ass and his hand holding your head as if you might leave all but fueled the four-month-old desire that burned for Megumi. 

“‘Gumi, I need it,” You rushed out, still keeping your lips connected. “Toji won’t know a thing- Ah!” His hips rolled, making his dick press and rub the thin cloth of your cotton panties into your clit, and a shiver ran through your legs. “Just fuck me here, please baby-“

“No.” He disregarded bluntly, cutting you off to pull away and hold himself up with stiff arms. An exasperated sigh came from your lips and your eyes rolled, making your boyfriend chuckle.

“Don’t be a brat, you only got a couple of hours to go.”

 Usually, you’d plead your case further, but Megumi made his point. He planned to make you wait through the night and feast on your desperation in the morning when he could truly take advantage of it. You shifted your legs to alleviate the arousal between them to no avail.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” He sat up and tucked his cock back into his sweats, the print evident.

 “To watch our shows.” He gave your pouting lips a few more pecks as you were helped off the floor. 

Nine hours later. Saturday, 6:48 am.

32 minutes and 54 seconds since Toji left for his business trip.

There was a pressure around his waist that Megumi couldn’t seem to shake.

He tried shifting his weight around his bed but immediately felt your missing presence. That woke him up more than anything- he was usually the first one up to walk the dogs. The slight warmth in his sheets from your sleep had him opening his eyes. The morning rays shone between his curtains and he could make out your figure on top of him.

The two of you were quiet for a moment. A small, shy smile crossed your lips that made his cock throb beneath you. He assumed you hadn’t been awake long, as you weren’t wearing anything but panties. 

“‘Woke up thinkin’ of you, Gumi,” you began, breaking the silence to rock your hips against his bulge. Your fingers intertwined, palms kissing as you continue your story. “I left the room a little bit ago to check and the bags aren’t there…” Your voice trailed off, the pleasure rising in your hips only getting sweeter. Beneath you, Megumi had his lips between his teeth, a feeble attempt to suppress his moans.

“Yeah?” He grunted, eyes trailing down to watch your hips move.

“Fuck yeah,” you lightly breathed out, head tilted to the ceiling and pressing your hips harder against his dick print. The wet spot on the briefs had Megumi questioning if it came from you or him.

“As soon as I saw he was gone, I knew I had to have you,” At your words, Megumi’s hips began to rise to fuck himself between the crease your cunt created in your underwear and he could swear he felt your clit flutter at the contact. 

The fingers interlaced with yours released as you mustered out, “Do you wanna be on top?” 

“Mmmm,” He hummed in thought, lifting you slightly to tug his underwear down. “Nah, I’m good,” He confirmed. “You look perfect like that. Besides, you’re more experienced.”

His cock slapped against your stomach, fully erect and leaking down his shaft. “I thought I’d be up so I could make you a nice meal before I slut you out for the day,” He sounded genuinely regretful, a frown crossing his face. “Gonna wanna fuck you again after this, so I can’t cook…” His fingers had found the thin lace of your panties, hooking his fingers beneath them. 

The shyness on Megumi’s pink face and avoidant eyes brought you back to the day he asked you out. You smiled at the memory- sometime during golden hour, he had stopped you outside your last class to invite you to dinner later in the week. Nobara and Yuuji told you about his crush a month before, but you still pretended to be surprised.

Voice small, he asked, “Waiting for a written invitation?”

Giddiness written all over your face, you rid yourself of the fabric and tossed it. Megumi shook his head in amusement, lining himself up with your cunt.

“Don’t get greedy, It’s my first time but I wanna make you feel good too… So don’t make me cum too fast, alright?” He asked softly, a hand on your thigh to rub it in comfort. 

You nodded. The words you had for him caught in your throat as your cunt slowly stretched for his length, the feeling of being filled with cock making you sigh in contentment. He grunted and immediately sat up to secure his hands around your waist, your hands landing on his shoulders out of instinct.

“D-didn’t need your help,” you stuttered out, a smirk passing your lips. He rolled his eyes in response, lifting himself to press his length deeper.

“I know you’re fine; it was for me,” he muttered, looking down to watch your tits move as he rolled his hips into your cunt. His head fell onto your shoulder, unruly hair tickling your neck and shoulder. You took the opportunity to grind languidly in his lap, fingers running into his hair at the forgotten feeling. His cock felt like it was made for you, filling your cunt to its brim and making it flutter. 

“You feel too good, Megumi,” You pulled his hair, wanting him to hear your praise. “Don’t make me wait for it anymore, I don’t know if I could do it after this,” Your voice had reduced to a whimper in his ear, bouncing on his cock to match the strokes he was giving you. 

His thumbs rubbed tender circles into your hips. “Gonna flip you over, okay?”

“Mhm.”

You both stopped for him to roll you over onto your back, legs spread to allow him between them. He never pulled out. 

“You don’t know how much I pictured this,” He announced, his eyes unnaturally expressive. Pressing deeper into your cunt, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and licked the pad of his thumb.

“I couldn’t escape the thought of fucking you for the past weeks,” Megumi drew small circles into your clit with his thumb. His hips rolled in and out of your sloppy cunt, the wetness from it filling the room. “Even my dreams are out of control.” He hummed in amusement.

You balled your fists into his sheets and arched your back, begging, “Need you faster, I need to feel more of you, Gumi!”

A free hand found your throat, giving it a tight squeeze before loosening his grip slightly. “What did I tell you earlier?” His hand tightened again, leaning forward so he can watch your expressions as he fucked into you deeper. “It’s not a rhetorical question, slut. Answer me.”

Brain hazy from the lack of oxygen and overwhelming pleasure, you sobbed, “D-Don’t get greedy! It’s your first time…” Megumi watched your eyes fill with tears, His thumb flicking at your clit as a reward. You whined and your hips bucked in response as he released your throat from his grip.

“And you couldn’t even do that. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you were the virgin.” His fingers pushed into your mouth before you could respond. Hips meeting yours, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. Above you, rumbling laughter and rougher thrusts made your eyes roll back.

“Pussy’s gonna be the death of me,” Megumi asserted as the bed rocked around the both of you. “Cum on this dick, ‘can already feel you’re close.” 

He leaned his head down to lick and suck at the sensitive skin on your neck. Megumi basked in the way your cunt tightened around him, silently pleading for his cum. Releasing the bedsheets, your hands attached to his back and shoulders as leverage to his cruel thrusts. 

“Yeah, just like that,” his voice was raspy with desire and sleep. “Mark me up, show ‘em who I belong to,” His lips sucked at your skin harder, drawing purple bruises on you with his tongue.

The pleasure built up in your stomach burst with a shrill sob that echoed off the walls. Your vision blurred as Megumi’s warmth covered you, your release coating his cock and your thighs. The flicking at your clit turned into the pad of his thumb rubbing small, quick circles.

Megumi breathed heavily, his release close. His hips fucked into you deeper, poking at your g-spot. At the overstimulation, your nails dug into his back and hips, and Megumi felt your cunt clench him one more time before he came. 

Hips stilling, he painted your walls white and shook as waves of pleasure overtook him. You watched with a smirk as his eyes closed and his abs twitched with each rope he gave you. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you to recover. Your finger trailed down to your pussy to find Megumi’s cum leaking out of your hole, so you gathered some on your finger and sucked it off with a pop.

“Dirty girl,” he whispered, exhausted but captivated by the sight of you needing more of him. “Still remember what I said?”

“Don’t get greedy,” You matched his tone, finger running through your folds to bring it to his lips. A slow tongue licked a stripe up your finger, and he sucked the rest off and nipped at the tip of your finger. 

The room smelled like sex and you, a scent both unfamiliar and dear to Megumi’s heart. Laying on his back, his hand found your ass as you scrolled through breakfast restaurants that deliver. 

After ordering and tipping, you found yourself tangled in your naked boyfriend’s arms. Megumi dreaded the moment he had to detach himself from you to retrieve the food.

“How long is that gonna take to get here?”

“Like thirty or forty minutes. Why?”

“I want round two.”

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- Ti The two of you ended up going to separate middle schools and your cries on the weekend for him to join you outside steadily died. Out of curiosity after a night of not being able to sleep, he peered outside his window, spotting you walking by his house.

- You simply stared up at the home you used to frequently visit before adjusting your bag over your shoulders and heading off to complete whatever tasks you had planned to do that day.

- He didn't see you again till his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'd already moved into your dorm but you had been bringing in your last bit of stuff when you bumped into him.

- Gojo just watched as the two of you awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes before you darted away, an apology dripping from your lips.

- Things are honestly awkward between the two of you the first few weeks, to which his classmates blatantly point out.

- It isn't till the incident with Getou, and Rika the two of you really start to connect again.

- Conversations in classrooms from earlier that day were quickly picked up in your room after he had slipped in after-hours. Sure the two of you could have waited and kept talking the next day, but the vibe in your room of being in there after hours, his head on your thighs as you play with his hair while you two talk just hits different.

- Instead of simply leaning over to whisper in your ear either you grab his hand and gently pull him towards your lips to whisper or his arm ends up snaked around your shoulders to bring you close, his lips tickling your ear as he fills it with an inside joke or a secret.

- As amusing as it is for your classmates to watch the two of you dance around your feelings for each other, they lowkey get annoyed at some point.

- They convince Gojo to set up a fake mission, lying that he needs to meet you two at a cafe to discuss the details for some reason. Instead, it just ends up with you two being there by yourselves, basically ignoring the fact that your teacher never showed up as the two of you talk.

- Instead of returning back to school the two of you indulge in the day, going to see a movie together and grabbing a bite to eat.

- As the two of you go your separate ways when you arrive back at school, within the hour Yuuta is in your room, snuggled up to your side as you pepper kisses along his face. A silent agreement that after that day the two of you officially crossed the friends line, and into new territory.

- Your friends thought that once the two of you got together everything would be okay. No, the two of you worsen.

- Originally thought that the two of you would be the type that would take forever just to hold hands or kiss. No, you two are the type to always be on each other.

- You're always holding hands. Your friends wanted to try an experiment to see if someone came to walk between the two of you if you'd separate. Panda was the one who volunteered.

- You two were simply walking down one of the schools many paths, enjoying the fall weather when you came across Panda. The three of you stopped, giving each other a greeting before silence fell between you.

- He kinda makes a motion that he wants to get by, and expects the two of you to separate. However, Yuuta simply leads you off to the side, you leaning into his side lovingly at the two of you watch Panda walk away.

- Your friends cringe but aren't surprised.

- If anyone needs Yuuta for anything they know not to check his room, because he's always in yours.

- He has definitely opened your room door wearing a facemask and lil bear ear headband to keep his hair out of his face while the mask dries. Gojo just stares at him for a moment before taking multiple pictures.

- When he has to prepare to leave for Africa he gets the two of you those types of bracelets that can connect with each other when you hold hands.

- When he leaves for Africa you're not as heartbroken as you thought you'd be. Both send texts throughout your days and try to facetime at least once a week.

- When the new first years come along Nobara literally glares whenever it's girls' night and your phone goes off. Maki has gotten used to your blushing face and love a sick smile as you respond to your boyfriend.

- Nobara gets curious as to what your boyfriend looks like, and when you show her a picture of Yuuta she just comments that he's cute. However, when she's alone with Maki afterward, looks at her senior and states he looks like the walking dead.

- Itadori is honestly excited to meet him

- Shibuya happens and that excitement turns to fear after he meets him

- When the two of you are reunited you can't help but run your fingers through his longer hair when you kiss. Everyone is cringing.

- You're both holding hands all the time so your bracelets are connected constantly.

- Both of you are each others wallpaper on your phones. Your's is a picture of Yuuta getting yeeted by Panda in midair during training, meanwhile, his a picture of you sleeping with a facemask on, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.

the two of you are cuddling in bed, both scrolling your timelines when yuta pops the question.

 “would you maybe…sit on my face sometime? i think i wanna try it.” 

you look up from your phone in surprise, laying it on your chest to look at your boyfriend, wondering if you heard him right. 

“you want to eat me out…? yuta, we’re well past that milestone.” 

“well, yeah, but i want you to sit on my face when i do it. if you don’t want to that’s okay, we can just forget i—”

 “hey now, i never said i didn’t want to. are you sure though? i’m a bit heavier than i look.” yuta squeezed you tighter to him at that, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. 

“i can handle you, don’t worry.” the two of you stay like that for a moment, yuta cradling you against his chest, warm breath tickling your neck. after a few minutes you speak. 

“so…wanna try it now?” he laughs into your neck. 

“kinda, yeah.” you break free of his grasp, sitting up to remove your yuta’s hoodie, yuta quickly following your lead, removing his own sweatshirt. he helps you remove your basketball shorts before moving on to hurriedly yank off his own bottoms. once the two of you are stripped down, you position yourself over your boyfriend’s face, thighs framing his head. you hover a few centimeters over his head, hesitant to lay weight on his face. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you a little closer so that his tongue can graze your clit. he gives the bud a few kitten licks before getting bolder, licking a long stripe along your slit. he goes on like this for a few minutes, alternating between tiny licks on your clit and broad strokes of his tongue along your entrance, coaxing you to slick up with every touch. after a while, once he deems you aroused enough, he drives into your pussy in earnest, wrapping his plush lips around your clit and sucking on it. your soft moans full his own sounds, sending vibrations through your pussy with each groan that rumbles in his chest. he moves from the bud to your entrance, lapping up the slick that’s pooled around your entrance. it’s at this point that he uses his strength to pull you flush against his face by your thighs. he let a deep moan at the sensation of your weight resting on his face. his nose bumps your clit as he beings to make out with your pussy, his tongue slipping past your lips, moving back and forth inside you, devouring all the wetness he can. he thrusts it in and out of you, fucking you with his tongue. he presses an open mouthed kiss against your cunt before lifting you up just enough so that he can speak, his heavy breathing blowing onto your lips. 

“ride my face baby, c’mon.” and with that he dives right back in, taking the time to suckle your clit once more. you don’t start moving right away, so he takes the lead, using his tight grip on your thighs you move you, rocking you back and forth on his face, moaning all the while. after moment of him moving your body for you, you begin to move your hips on your own, gently humping his face, tossing your head back at the feeling of his mouth making love to your pussy. he lets you set the pace now, just focusing on kissing and sucking your cunt. you started moving faster as you neared your peak, yuta moaning in approval as your speed picked up. he shifts his focus to your clit, wrapping his lips around it once more, sucking harder than before. when he can tell you’re close, he teasingly nips at your bud, the sensation and surprise sending you over the edge. your eyes roll back, and all you can see is stars as the most powerful orgasm of your life rips through you. he continues sucking and licking your clit as you ride out your high, when he suddenly lets out a deep groan that vibrates through you. you open your eyes at the overstimulation and notice cum coating his stomach. he came untouched, just from eating you out. he loosens his grip on your thighs, and you take the hint, lifting yourself off his face to lay beside him. the two of you catch your breath in silence until yuta speaks up. 

“i liked that. a lot.” all you can do is smile and nod in agreement, resting your head against his shoulder.

Mahito sat on the edge of the building across from yours. He had to admit, the view wasn't half bad. Your bed positioned near your wide open window, the moonlight spilling onto your skin as you slept. His gaze uninterrupted by curtains.

Humans often interested Mahito, but only as far as he could manipulate them. They were perfect for a curse like him. And what a better toy than an interactive one! He was always excited when his toys could actually perceive him.

Earlier that day while accompanying Geto, the pair had stopped at a small cafe the pseudo-monk frequented. The hostess sat a table for one, which is what normally happened when they went anywhere. However when the server, you, approached they profusely apologized for the rude hostess. How dare she ignore someone just because he was with a regular customer?

Geto seemed to find some amusement in your reaction and Mahito himself a little surprised being thrust into the spotlight. You had gone out of your way to 'make it up' to Mahito by offering him a meal on the house. He of course loved every moment of your fawning over him and the delicious treats you brought him.

It was rare he left a restaurant with Geto and didn't leave a body or two in his wake.

Geto suggested that he look into you, to see if you had some potential as a curse user. At least more potential than that other human Mahito had toyed with. He even went so far as to recommend some... experiments Mahito could try out if he found you.

That wasn't something too hard for him though. It was quite simple for Mahito to hide in plain sight or alter his shape to stay just outside your field of vision as he followed you after your shift. Lucky for him your walk home was a short, not very well lit one.

He only waited a few hours before he was certain you were asleep, like Geto suggested.

You were barely asleep for an hour before Mahito entered your room. He had slipped in through the open window easily.

Silently standing in your room, Mahito now observed you more closely. The moonlight illuminated your nearly naked body as you slept with your back facing him.

Though he often toyed with humans, usually if they were this still they were already dead. So he was a bit excited to see how far he could push you, even if he was supposed to try some scientific things first. They didn't seem scientific to Mahito though. Geto's interest in mating humans and curses made little sense, but he'd try anything once!

Mahito's cold hand softly caressed your spine. The heat of your flesh surprising him a bit, the warmth feeling like sunshine from the beach. Being so cold himself, Mahito wanted to drown in your heat.

Unfortunately for him, Geto recommended he be as unnoticed as possible. Which Mahito thought wasn't very fair, as the only reason he wanted to interact with you was for your attention. But he would be good and follow orders for now.

You barely reacted to Mahito's hand on your back, just leaning back into the cool touch.

He slid his palm down to your hip, pressing against the edge of your soul as he felt your energy. It did feel like you may have the potential to develop your energy. But your cursed energy levels were nothing compared to Geto's or even the overworked sorcerer he'd fought before.

To Mahito it felt like you were missing something. Maybe Geto was right and you just needed to be filled up.

As gently as he could, Mahito shifted your hips so you were laying on your back. You moved in your sleep, stretching a bit before remaining still, one arm raised above your head.

He paused for a moment, you looked so soft. Knowing how warm you were as well, he couldn't help but want to feel you even more.

Reaching his hand out, he slid his fingers across your stomach and up to your breasts. The tips of his fingers pressing into the sensitive tissue enough to see them sink into the flesh a little. He knew he shouldn't wake you yet, but he wanted to squeeze so much harder.

Having moved and after being exposed to the soft breeze, your nipples had hardened into soft peaks. He'd noticed them right away and began circling one with his fingers.

Your body arched reflexively into his hand, appreciating the pleasure as a soft sigh left your lips. His eyes rose to your face, a part of him disappointed to find you still sleeping.

Is this what Geto meant about you possibly finding pleasure in their experiments?

Curiosity getting the better of him as usual, Mahito lowered his lips to your other hardened nipple. He licked at the flesh softly, swirling his tongue around it until he was sure you weren't going to wake yet. He then began sucking at it, nipping it slightly with his teeth.

Another soft moan left your lips at the sensation. Continuing to suck on your breast, Mahito lifted his other hand to your mouth. He didn't want you waking yourself up, so he pressed two fingers to your lips in a 'shh' gesture. To his surprise your lips slid open slightly, your tongue peaking out and grazing his fingers.

Mahito wanted badly to shove his fingers to the back of your throat. He felt a heat pooling in his guts at the thought of you sputtering and choking around him.

The lack of reaction was starting to bore him though. His favorite part about playing with humans was their reactions. Hearing you sigh and moan wasn't quite what he wanted, he wanted to make you scream.

Standing back up to his full height, he pressed his fingers wet with your saliva into his now hardened cock. He tried to release some of the pressure but it just made him want to rut against his own hand.

As he rubbed himself through his clothing he lowered a hand to your hips. Turning his finger into a blade, he cut the fabric of your panties on either hip before sliding the now scrapped fabric out from under you.

Mahito then propped one of your legs up on the mound of blankets next to you, the other he bent at the knee, letting your foot hang off the side of the bed. Your body squirmed at the manipulation before settling with your legs spread a bit wider than he had originally put them.

Mahito peered in between your legs. Sure Geto had explained female human anatomy to him before hand. He understood what he needed to do, but Geto had warned him that since he was new to sex he could get too distracted by your cunt.

Pressing his thumb into the bundle of nerves that was your clit, he watched your face for a reaction. Nothing yet. He started moving his thumb in small circles while moving two fingers further into your pussy lips in search for your hole.

Your pussy felt so warm, it made his mouth water and his and his cock throb in his pants. As he continued to circle your clit he noticed you had started breathing heavily. Mahito was so close to giving up on Geto's plan. He just wanted to ruin you.

Mahito lowered his head, he was curious about the taste. Moving his hand to press it to your stomach, keeping you from squirming away. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at your clit.

He moaned obscenely at the taste. The mix of your sweat and your pussy juices was heavenly to him, way better than anything you had fed him earlier in the day.

Losing some of his own composure, grinding into his palm as he started eating you out vigorously. His tongue splitting at the tip to roll your clit between around with his now forked tongue.

Your body jerked at the intensity and sudden pressure, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your hips pressed up into his mouth, chasing whatever pleasure you thought you were receiving.

Hearing you react and feeling your body beg for him made Mahito want more. He didn't care if he woke you, he just wanted to make a mess of you now.

Besides, he knew he was stronger than you, you couldn't stop him.

He forced your legs apart further, fitting himself between your legs. Tongue still split and overstimulating your clit, he felt you move again. You were trying to pull away. He giggled into your pussy, there was no getting away from this.

Both of his hands gripped the space where your hips met your thighs and he pulled you down, holding you onto his mouth and his wriggling tongues.

The violent jerking had you coming to consciousness. The sheer absurdity of the situation paired with the abuse your clit was taking kept you from screaming right away. Your shocked gasp fading into a loud moan as your hands reached for his long hair. You pulled harshly at the strands for a chance to see who was doing this to you.

Mahito allowed himself to be pulled off of your pussy, but as you held his head up, his inhuman tongue elongated to keep at the abuse on your clit.

Your brain cramped at the sight. The man- no mans mouth could do what his was doing- you served this morning? Why was he in your room? Why was he making your thighs quake like this?

"What are-!" your question was muffled by his hand covering your mouth. Wait, his hand? You could still feel both of his palms digging into your hips, it couldn't be him. Your eyes left his for a moment to look around the room, no one else was there. You felt your mind struggling to keep up with everything.

Another set of arms had sprouted from his back as if they had always been there, one pressing into your lips and the other pressed between your breasts, preventing you from squirming away.

This, couldn't be real? You'd had sleep paralysis before and plenty of wet dreams, but the two had never combined. And why would your mind conjure something so strange and horrifying about the sweet man you'd met this morning?

Your brain had all but given into the idea of this being just a sexy nightmare, but as you watched his long tongue split even further, into two distinct tongues. You knew this couldn't be real.

He lowered his mouth back to your pussy, moaning into it at the taste and the rough grip your hand still held in his hair. You felt one of the tongues swirling around your clit while the other slipped into your soaking wet hole.

Mahito's tongues licked and fucked into your pussy so sloppily. Your clit hadn't had a break since he started toying with it, and the tongue inside you was thicker and longer than any tongue should be. He licked at the spongy spot inside of you that Geto had told him would make you scream.

You tried to scream, the pleasure too much as you felt yourself cum on his face at the impossible sensation. Your cum flooded his mouth and Mahito desperately tried to drink it all up. He wanted to drain the very essence straight from your core.

You felt the hand on your mouth change shape. Your eyes opened, through the tears you could see a large cock-like appendage rubbing itself at your lips. Opening your mouth to lick at the side of it, you decided to give into this twisted wet dream.

Mahito gasped into your pussy, choking on the cum he just swallowed at the feeling of your mouth on his cock. Just because it wasn't his actual cock and newly formed, didn't mean it wasn't just as sensitive. He aggressively rutted against the bed, his cock trapped between himself and the mattress. The thrusts lining up with the way you licked at him.

He had never felt like this before, and feeling it doubled made him want to make you even more of a mess.

The tongue inside of your pussy felt amazing but it also felt like it was beginning to split you open. The once thin, tentacle-like muscle had grown, widening inside you as he pressed it further into your aching pussy.

The cock at your lips pressed into your too warm mouth and slowly thrust in and out as you desperately sucked at it, whining around it as your pussy was overstimulated. The gentleness soon left as you felt the head slam into the back of your throat, gagging you. You felt drool coming out of your mouth around him as he fucked your mouth.

The hand that had been pinning your chest down slid up to hold your chin still while he fucked your mouth. The fingers slick with your own spit. You were thankful for them though, now you could just focus on breathing.

Even that was still hard though, as you were once again on the verge of another orgasm.

The tongue on your clit was moving more roughly now, pressing your abused clit down and even pressing it into Mahito's teeth that rested above it. You cried out around his cock in pain and pleasure, this was far too much for you.

Mahito's tongue that was still fucking into you had finally filled you up all the way. Pressing against your cervix before retracting back to lick at your spot only to do it over again.

You tasted your tears mixing in with your spit as he fucked your mouth and pussy while ravaging your clit simultaneously.

Mahito loved this. The sounds you made, the tears and spit coating his cock as he fucked your throat. Most of all he loved the taste and warmth of your pussy. He whined against your clit as he felt his own orgasm approach.

Digging his teeth into your clit and fucking into you harder, he felt you cum in his mouth with much more force than last time. You blacked out as you squirted in his mouth.

His hips stuttered against the bed where he had been grinding. Moaning into your pussy as he swallowed even more of your cum, he felt himself come undone.

Mahito's cock in your mouth slowing as it filled your throat and mouth with a thick, cold liquid that didn't quite taste like cum. You swallowed desperately at every drop. He also felt himself cum in his pants at the same time.

You laid there, stunned as Mahito pulled away from you. His long tongue slipped out of your pussy and licked at your over stimulated pussy, making sure he swallowed all of your juices before returning to his mouth.

Feeling yourself losing consciousness again, you barely heard him speak.