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"psst," you heard a voice whisper behind you, "that's not your seat."
you glanced behind you, still walking forward in attempt at searching for your seat, before locking eyes with the owner of the hushed warning: choi beomgyu. of course it had to be him. you had had a crush on him for months now and was 98% sure he knew about it, so you quickly turned back around, cheeks beginning to burn a fiery red.
"shut up," you hissed quietly, "do you want to get us kicked out?"
the both of you, along with dozens of others, were in the process of silently entering the exam hall where all of you would be sitting for your finals. obviously, fate decided that they wanted to make your life as miserable as possible by assigning your seat directly in front of beomgyu’s. the hall was unnervingly quiet as required, and apparently he had an innate desire to get you both unceremoniously dumped outside of the hall and/or suspended.
you could hear him chuckle softly from close behind you- too close behind you- before you felt a finger hooked into the hood of your jacket yank you back lightly. you froze as he dragged you back and guided you back to a seat you had passed previously, placard neatly placed at the corner of the table reading 'kim y/n'. oh.
he rapped his knuckles against your head playfully before whispering a "you’re welcome." and practically strutted to his seat behind you, a satisfied smirk displayed across his really annoyingly handsome face.
"dumbass.." you cursed under your breath, burying your head in your arms. and no, you weren't hiding your face in an attempt to conceal the pink dusting your cheeks. definitely not.
the tips of your fingers brushed softly against the spot where his fingers had kissed the top of your head.
the corridor outside the exam hall echoed with chatter as a horde of students bustled out from the double doors. you and your group of friends were no exception.
"literally, i SWEAR the answer was 36.5" ryujin insisted. giselle nodded in approval beside her.
"um, no??? i like triple checked my answer and got 19 every time??" you protested, halting in the middle of the corridor. the two remaining girls groaned as they mentally prepared themselves for another episode of 'y/n being stubborn pt.126'.
you opened your mouth again to prove your point when a familiar yank to the hood of your jacket made you jump. "it is 36.5, smartass."
choi beomgyu grinned down at you. his hand was still gripping onto your hood and was forcing you to start walking again, this time directly in step with him. your cheeks fired up again as your legs began moving automatically- you hated that he still had this effect on you. you hated that you couldn’t bring yourself to believe the rumours of him flirting with every girl under the sun, you hated that he made you feel like the most revered person on planet earth and then ghosted you for days, you hated that you still had butterflies in your stomach every time you heard his damn voice- you hated everything about choi fucking beomgyu.
but unfortunately you also liked him. a lot.
“get out of here, choi,” giselle rolled her eyes. she was the one you cried to at 2am when you were anxious out of your mind and brain was running wild, so she was right to be blunt. beomgyu raised an eyebrow and slowly removed his hand from where it had been resting on your back- you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling.
"ouch!" beomgyu winced, feigning pain, "i would, but i don't think y/n wants me to. do you, y/n?"
you couldn't help but giggle when he threw you a quick wink when your friends weren't looking. "he could stay for a little while, giselle. c'mon, he's harmless." you said quickly; clearly you weren't very smart when it came to this boy. giselle and ryujin exchanged disbelieving looks at your words.
"whatever you say, girl." ryujin said finally, but not before throwing you a knowing look. you exhaled in relief. despite your valiant efforts to hate the boy, your heart rate still picked up when beomgyu grabbed your arm this time and swung it playfully between the two of you.
maybe... he was into you?
𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ; in which kim y/n is severely infatuated with notoriously flirty choi beomgyu, to her absolute rage. getting over a year long crush isn't going to be easy- but you bet your ass she's going to try. choi beomgyu himself, on the other hand, has very different plans. he's gonna try his very damn best to get the girl.
𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ; @atinyyylove @cha-raena @teuboyz @pr0dbeomgyu @meiiiwa @chishiyas-backstory @hainaz @90s-belladonna send me an ask or comment to be added!! (bold couldn’t be tagged)
SYNOPSIS : Luck isn’t by your side when you’re forced into handling two new recruited café employees, Choi Beomgyu and Park Sunghoon - who apparently only associate themselves with bugging the living shit out of you, lazing around work, and passionately hating each other, together with tormenting the other’s existence. But it goes downhill from there when your parents force you into sharing an apartment with Park Sunghoon for the sake of traditional Asian-styled match-making. They weren’t entirely aware of the fact that … well, he’s the ex-fling that you sort of ghosted the year before. But hey, don’t worry! Your overly protective and overbearingly annoying self-acclaimed “best friend”, Choi Beomgyu, who is “secretly” smitten over you, is there to crash into the apartment and join the fun!
After all, it wasn’t like this was entirely a game of marking each other’s territory. Who’d guess that they’d be fighting for their claim on you? Couldn’t possibly.
PAIRING : CHOI BEOMGYU x F!READER x PARK SUNGHOON
GENRE : romantic-comedy, drama, slice of life, crack content, university!au, café!au, roommates!au, best-friends-to(?)!au, enemies-to-(?)!au, exes-to-(?)!au, social-media!au (with written parts)
CONTAINS : slow burn, sexual tension, heavy drama, angst, fluff, suggestive content, foul language/insults, possessive behavior, written parts, crossover series containing enhypen and tomorrow x together (do not read further if you are uncomfortable with the plot).
TAGLIST : series tag-list is open! send an ask or fill out the form here.
A/N: inspired by this ask. if u saw me going on a Gojou-is-boring-and-too-unoffensive-to-lewd spree, no u didn’t. nonnie my brain has been cracked open, that ask had me literally feral and frothing. please take this drabble as an offering, sorry it turned out so soft I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.
Uncle Satoru loves you. He tells you this every time he comes by, runs a hand too far down your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You’re like his precious lil girl, you know? They go way back, you must’ve heard all the stories of him and Suguru’s escapades back when they were still rebelling teens in school— it’s only normal that Suguru’s lil girl is basically his lil girl.
And yeah, he’s right; you could probably recount their each and every chronicle backwards, been repeated to you every night growing up like bedtime stories; Uncle Satoru’s a genius, they all say. He’s charismatic, charming, the strongest sorcerer of the century, aren’t you the luckiest girl on earth to be able to meet him in person?
You didn’t know charming was another word for pervert, genius another word for creep, that you should feel so absolutely blessed that his fingers trace up your skirt under the dinner table and slide under your panties while your dad’s picking at an edamame and you choke a whine into your tea.
Uncle Satoru just wants to protect you. He’s convincing himself more than he’s convincing you when your bedroom door cracks open and he slides behind you under the covers on the bed. Suguru’s just been called out for an emergency job so the house is all empty, aren’t you scared?
You’re not, but he doesn’t listen. He never listens, not when he drapes an arm over your side turned body, fingertips dancing down your shoulders to your waist, littering goosebumps in their path until they pause, digging into the flesh of your hip. You can feel the tent prodding at your ass, can feel it twitch and pulse at every involuntary moan, can feel the throbbing pool between your thighs betraying your screaming rationality.
It’s like he can sense it, can smell your reluctant arousal and body relaxing caged under his long limbs. This time his hand doesnt stop once inside your panties, they travel down, down, slicking up with every swipe down your slit, bringing it back up and grazing over that swollen bud, and you whine out loud this time, toes curling and blood dripping from the teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“So sensitive,” you can feel his breath warm the shell of your ear and you want him to shut up, stop talking. “Does Suguru know his daughter’s been in thirsting over his best friend?” Stop talking. “Does Daddy know his lil girl touches herself at night while moaning his best friend’s name?”
The amusement in his voice makes you want to hide, makes you want to bury your face in embarrassment, makes you want to hate him for airing out delusional lie after lie— except it’s not a lie.
Because your hips are bucking into his palm, trying to catch his fingers on the bundle of nerves that’ll drown out the shame clouding your mind with the orgasm you’re chasing.
Uncle Satoru’s the only one for you. And he’s right, has been right since the day your dad introduced all 6’4 and messy snow white hair of him with his carefree laugh that’s so foreign to you, so foreign from everything your dad is.
That’s why he’s the only one who deserves you— to break you in, to mold your body until it knows only him, craves only him— and in your dazed state you can’t do anything but nod, can’t do anything but let him spread your thighs open and blush as he admires the glistening folds.
You don’t ask why he doesn’t prepare you, didn’t even realize when he’s pulled his waistband down and released his cock, but when you finally gather the courage to glance up at him the look behind the ice blue eyes are foreign, feral. The grace and charm of the sorcerer of the century is lost behind the pure brute of his cock sinking into you in one thrust, and your legs kick out before folding in around his waist.
He chuckles, you choke on a sob, the room fills with rhythmic slaps echoing off the walls of the empty house. It’s an ode to the taboo, a victory song for Satoru for finally taking his best friend’s daughter, but you’re too lost in the feeling of every thrust pushing his cockhead into that spongey patch, every thrust making your eyes roll back into your skull, every thrust pushing your tongue to loll out and brain wash over in pleasure.
Tell Uncle Satoru you love him.
The words come blubbering out, slurred with the spit and drool pooling out your lips, broken by every rough slap of his hips bruising into yours. You love him, have loved him since he’s taught you to ride a bike because your dad’s too busy to, since he let you scream your throat raw to him about your first heartbreak back in highschool, smoothing over your hair and pressing kisses to your head, promising you’ll find someone better, someone who deserves you more— someone more like him. But you swallowed that thought back then.
Tell Uncle Satoru he’s the only one for you.
You can feel your chest tightening up with the coil inside you, whines and cries shamelessly loud and nails clawing crescents down his back under his sweat-drenched top, “gonna cum for me?” And you do, on cue, body tensing as your walls pulse around him in tune with your palpitating heart.
You’re not sure when he cums, mind still floating on waves of euphoria, but your legs are shaking when he stills inside of you, hips stuttering before you feel the warmth flood out. He chuckles when he pulls out and you frown, you want to know why, what’s so funny?
“Looks like Daddy’s home,” and oh, that’s not very funny.
The bed dips and reinflates as he climbs off, limbs steady and suave and it annoys you how drastic the contrast is, annoys you how you’re boneless and breathing erratically while he’s so calm, so collected, so experienced.
Your hand finds the hem of his drying shirt as he moves towards the door, pinch it between your fingers and tug it lightly back towards you; Uncle Satoru should know what you want, been able to decipher everything else unspoken and hung in the air before. But he shakes his head, icy blue stare a degree warmer as he leans down to press a kiss to your hair.
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warning(s) :: quarantine, swearing, drinking, sexual content (dry humping, kinda rough handling, m oral, fingering, unprotected sex — pull out method used • soft dom!mark)
word count :: 4.1k
summary :: you always thought that your time in quarantine would be a dark cloud, but you never expected your roommate mark to be your silver lining.
a/n :: don’t mind me, just wanted to write something for qtah mark hehe
masterlist in bio!
“Mark!” you yelled from the living room couch, only stopping when you could see your roommate in front of you.
“What?! What’s wrong?!” he asked you anxiously as he looked at your relaxed self.
“I’m bored,” you whined, pouting at him.
“Oh, my god,” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me every time you’re bored because you’ve been bored a lot lately.”
“But I am bored!” you whined once more, sitting up and grabbing his arm as you shook it vigorously.
“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked you as he walked away from you and into his room.
“There’s something you could do about it,” you muttered to yourself as you laid on the couch once more.
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… I really appreciated the trailer for the fourth season of SNK … I WAS VERY EXCITED! but I miss Hanji, her precious hand on Levi, it wasn’t enough for me (?) xD
I don’t know if I liked the end result, but they are just redraws of some scenes from the manga …
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