#b2p x reader

The two of you had met when you had started attending the same university. You had shared some classes and common friends, and you'd gotten to know each other, growing close throughout the years. You would hang out often, grabbing coffee or meals together or holding study dates. Your feelings for him had grown, too, though you had never confessed to him.

Jiahao had caught your eye right away. He's different from most alphas you’d met, his quiet and calm demeanor so unlike the typical overbearing aggression his designation is known for. And his scent… he's diligent about using his scent blockers, but you had still managed to catch it, usually around his ruts when it was stronger, and the subtle, rosy scent had drawn your omega in. As you grew more familiar, you had begun to orient yourselves towards each other thanks to your designations’ instincts. It had become natural, second nature to seek out the alpha to your omega, his familiar calming scent among so many others.

It makes you wonder how it would feel to be enveloped by it, surrounded by it, by him. To let your omega be claimed by his alpha.

God, you really need to get laid.

By the time you arrive, the party's already started. Music is playing and drinks are flowing, but people are mostly still sitting down and chatting, not yet dancing.

“There you are!” A familiar voice calls to you. It's Leo, waving and wearing a Badtz-Maru onesie, just like you'd coordinated along with Sangwon. You hadn't seen him yet, but he should be dressed as Tuxedo Sam. You smile and go over to your friend. 

“Hey!” you say, raising your voice a little to be heard over the pulsing bass. “I arrived a bit late, sorry.”

“Hey yourself,” he responds, waving off your apology. “It's fine! You look hot as hell. I feel like I should've put in more effort.” He whistles appreciatively. “Dressing up for someone?” he asks with a grin.

For your costume, you'd decided to go for something cute but also sexy, so you’d put on a short black dress and a Kuromi headband decorated with a purple bow, topping the look off with a swipe of berry-colored lipgloss. You blush, embarrassed at being caught. “No, shut up.”

He smirks, leaning in to whisper. “Anxin is bringing Arno too.”

You jokingly smack his shoulder, even though you feel your heart do a flip when he mentions it. 

“Shut up!” you say again. And, speak of the devil, that's when you spot Zhang Jiahao walk in. Leo snickers beside you and you fight the urge to elbow him for teasing you.

Anxin's with him and he grins when he spots you, poking Jiahao. 

“Haha, look,” Anxin says. “You match with y/n-jie~”

Jiahao looks over, and you smile as your eyes meet from across the room. He smiles back, his eyes crinkling in that familiar, adorable way, and you feel your blush getting worse. He looks particularly good in his vampire costume, and you can't help but notice that, like you, he's also wearing black and purple, though you know it's his favorite color.

He tries not to make it too obvious, but he's admiring you too. Your dress flatters your figure and he can't help but stare a little, eyes lingering where the dress stops at your thighs, the cute pointy ears of your favorite Sanrio character on your head. 

You wave, and he waves back. Maybe you're imagining it, but Jiahao's gaze flickers up and down your body before he looks at your face again, just quickly enough to remain polite, but still, you’d caught him looking. 

His look gives you a little boost of confidence. You let your hips swing just a little more than usual as you make your way towards him. 

“Hello, Arno,” you say, being polite. It's the name he goes by in his classes. He laughs a little, his expression warm.

“You know you can just call me Jiahao,” he responds. He looks up somewhere above your head and reaches up to poke at one of the pointy ears of your headband. “Cute costume.”

Your smile grows bigger. This close, you can catch a whiff of the familiar scent of roses coming from him, but it's subtle, as always. 

“You like it?” you ask, doing a slow twirl. 

“I do, actually,” he says. “Purple is one of my favorite colors.”

Standing with you, he can catch your scent, a mix of floral and spice that he's always been drawn to. Since he's familiar with it, he can't help but notice a deeper, muskier note to it that signifies you're close to your heat. He can't help but breathe it in a little deeper, attracted, but he quickly realizes that it's dangerous for his self-control. It's normally something he prides himself on, but you smell so good (and yes, not only do you look cute, you look hot) in your little black dress. He almost gives in to his alpha instincts to scent mark you for the evening. Almost.

He steers the conversation to safer topics and you get to chatting about how you've been doing. This late in the semester, schoolwork has been piling up, so you've been busy, but tonight is a chance for you to relax. There's a cooler full of beer and soju in the kitchen, though neither of you are heavy drinkers. He prefers to limit himself when it comes to alcohol, so you decide to follow suit. 

While you were talking, people have started gathering up to dance in the living room, and you watch them, contemplating.

Jiahao catches where you're looking. “Want to dance?” 

You look at him. He's leaning in close to be heard above the music, and you think you can sense his scent a little more. You almost lean in to try to catch more of it, but you stop yourself just in time. You're already starting to feel warm from something other than the alcohol or the number of people inside the house.

“With you?” you ask. “Maybe, but I'll look terrible next to you.”

“That's not true.” He holds out a hand. “It's a party, not a performance.”

Well, how could you say no? You put your hand in his and together you walk to the living room. Holding his hand, you start moving to the beat. You're not sure what's playing, something from Leo's mix, but it's good and fast and you can jump around to it. It'll tire you out, but you've got a lot of excess energy now, here with him.

“Anyone would have two left feet compared to you, Hao,” you say. Even at a house party, he looks elegant, movements perfectly calculated. 

He shakes his head even as he dances with you, a fond look on his face. “There's no need to compare. You're doing great.”

“Great at jumping around,” you joke, and that's when someone else bumps into you, totally by accident, and you would've fallen down, if Jiahao hadn't been there to break your fall. He catches you and presses you against his chest, his arms around you.

“Careful,” he says, his breath stirring your hair. You're so close to the scent gland on his neck.

“S-Sorry,” you stutter, flustered at his sudden proximity. Now, you can distinctly smell the scent of roses along with something deeper, amber and smoky. You can't help but breathe it in, clutching onto his shoulders for balance. Even his scent is something you've never smelled from another alpha, and you want more. It fluctuates a little, likely in response to your closeness.

Dizzily, you realize that he must be able to smell you too and sense how close you are to your heat, especially as an omega. You can feel it, how your body's growing warmer, that lightheaded feeling you know isn't from alcohol. But you're in the middle of a crowd of people. At this point in your heat cycle, you're more sensitive to scent, especially his, but at this moment, it's becoming too much.

“I need some air,” you say suddenly. 

Still holding onto him, you pull yourself away from the thick of it, but he stays close. You make your way upstairs to a deserted hallway and sit on the floor, leaning back against the wall.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching your expression. You meet them and nod, though you can only imagine what kind of pheromones you're letting off right now.

“Yes… sorry for falling on you.”

He shakes his head. “It's okay.” He leans in close again, his gaze low. His eyelashes brush over his cheeks. “You… smell different. Did you… forget your scent blockers?”

He's familiar with your scent, has smelled it throughout your years of knowing each other. His nose brushes along your jawline, close to your pulse point where it's strongest, and you can't hide it anymore.

You swallow, caught. Then you nod, a tiny dip of your chin. A little crease appears between his brows, deep in thought as if puzzling something out.

“And you came to the party, even this close to your heat?”

“Yeah… I knew you'd be here,” you say, honestly. His eyes widen as he realizes what you've said. 

“Because I would be here…?”

“I…” You bite your lip. The longer you're around him, the more you feel it, your heat coming on in full force. As an alpha, he would be able to tell easily. “Yes.”

Then, unable to hold his dark gaze any longer, you let your head drop onto his shoulder. From that point of contact you can feel him take a deep breath, then shiver. The scent of roses and amber shifts again.

“You're making things even more difficult,” he whispers. Here, further away from the crowd and sitting close together, you can hear him clearly. And your heart sinks. He doesn't feel the same, you think. This was a failure, trying to get his attention. 

You grow silent, scared of what he means by it. You tug at the hem of your short black dress. 

“I'm sorry,” you say again. “I'm an omega and you're an alpha. I shouldn't bother you with—”

You start to stand up, to run away, but his hand wraps around yours, loose enough for you to shake free, but firm enough to catch you. 

“No. Please, stay.”

And it confuses you, but you do as he says, sitting back down beside him. 

“What I mean is…” He lets out another slow breath. “You're making it hard for me to hide my feelings any longer."

“Your feelings?” you echo. You almost can't believe what you're hearing. 

He nods. He twists one of the rings he's wearing before meeting your eyes. 

“I've liked you for a while now,” he says, softly. “And, seeing you like this tonight… I couldn't keep hiding it anymore.”

Your mouth drops open in shock. Jiahao likes you back? It doesn't feel real. 

“Back?” he asks, and you realize you'd said that out loud. 

“Yes… was it not completely obvious by now?” you say, and laugh nervously. “If you couldn't smell it on me before…”

He closes his eyes briefly. You notice that he's breathing more shallowly now, as if trying not to take in too much of your scent. When he opens them, there's something darker, sharper in his gaze, and you suppress a shiver. 

“Arno?” you say quietly. His hand tightens around your wrist, having never let go of you. You're sitting even closer together.

“Can I…” 

He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you. He tucks his face into your neck and inhales deeply, breathing you in, your scent, your warmth. One of his hands is between your shoulder blades, the other at your waist, and his touch sears you even through your clothes. He must feel your heart and how rapidly it's beating, because you can feel his too, pressed chest to chest. His scent is marking you, and you all but melt right there in his arms.

“Hao…”

You let yourself look at his face, lingering on his lips, without making an effort to hide it. His cheeks are flushed, hair slightly mussed. He swallows, and his lips part.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs. 

“Please,” you say, and it's all he needs to hear before gently holding your face and pulling you in. 

You make a small noise when your lips meet. They're so soft and warm, while the scent of roses and amber grows stronger.

The kiss is light and chaste at first, but it quickly deepens. You part your lips to breathe and Jiahao steals into the space between them, cupping the back of your neck to hold you closer. 

This close, there's no hiding from him. You let out a soft moan that he feels rather than hears, and his hand grips the fabric of your dress hard. Your tongue traces his lips and he lets you in, tasting you, drinking in your scent. It's nothing short of intoxicating. You haven't had any wine, but you feel like you could be drunk, surrounded by him, your breath stolen away by his deep kisses and his arms around you. Your body is heating up, your omega instincts screaming at you to do things entirely inappropriate for a hallway floor where anyone could see.

When you finally part to breathe, your chest heaves, shifting in your seat on the floor. You've done nothing but kiss, but you're already wet, dizzy from his closeness, his scent. It's gotten stronger now, different somehow, sharper, deeper. A scent that no omega could resist: an alpha in rut.

When you look at him his hair's messy, his eyes dark and intense and locked on you, breathing just as heavily. There's smudges of your lipstick all over his lips. You did this to him. You almost think you're dreaming.

Your thighs clench together, and you catch the way he follows the movement, the press of your skin below the hem of that dress. You reach for him.

“I need you,” you whisper. “Alpha.”

He lets out a low noise and pulls you in again, this time seating you on his lap, and you gasp. You can feel him, hard and hot through his pants, and you can't suppress a moan as you tighten your thighs on either side of his. He nuzzles into the side of your neck, scenting you, and groans. 

“You smell so good,” he whispers. “I need…”

“Please,” you say. At this point, you'd let him do anything he wants to you.

“...Not here,” he says. You're still in the upstairs hallway, party music audible from downstairs. “Can we… whose place is closer? Yours or mine?”

“Mine, I think,” you say. Reluctantly, you get off his lap and you both stand, Jiahao offering you a hand.

Before you head back downstairs, you look at each other. It's quite obvious what you've been up to, but you can't bring yourself to care. In fact, you feel pleased to think people might get an idea about the two of you. He catches your expression and lets out a little laugh. 

“Let's get out of here.”

💜 🎃 💜

At first Sangwon and Leo had started complaining when you told them you were going to leave, but they'd taken one look at you and they had all but shoved you out the door. You might have seen money exchange hands. Anxin, too, was more than pleased to let his Hao-ge leave without him once he'd realized the situation, with his signature finger guns and shit-eating grin.

And then you and Jiahao drove to your apartment, the few minutes feeling like an eternity, but now here you are, locking the door behind you, and almost immediately he crowds you up against it, kissing you deeply. You push his jacket off his shoulders, working on the buttons of his violet button down next.

“Normally,” you say in between kisses, “I'd want to date you first, but…”

“After,” he murmurs, kissing a line down your neck, and you let out a moan. “After,” he says again, a promise. Tonight, there's something you both need more. 

On instinct, you tilt your neck, giving him easier access to your scent gland. His lips are feather-light on your skin, but it's making you weak in the knees, needing to hold onto him for stability. When his hips press against yours, you can feel him again, his hardness through layers of fabric, and you can't help but pull your leg up to let him grind directly against your clothed core. He curses under his breath, which sounds so much hotter than it has any right to, and he puts a hand on your waist, making you arch into him. You whimper as you feel the scrape of teeth on your sensitive skin, so close to your scent gland. 

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Hao, stop teasing.”

He has the audacity to laugh while holding you like this, his pants tented obscenely and pressed against your still clothed cunt. “You think this is teasing?”

“I know you want it too,” you say, your voice coming out breathy. You roll your hips against his, sure that you must be soaking through your underwear by now. “So just do it already.”

Instead of responding he bites down into the sensitive spot on your neck, under your jaw, and at the same time grinds deliberately against you, making you cry out. Somehow, he knows just how to drive you crazy, and you haven't even taken off your clothes yet. 

You cling onto him for dear life, your arms wrapped snugly around his neck. You need him so bad it's making you dizzy. 

“Please,” you say. “Do I need to beg?”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice a low rasp you can feel in your belly. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“You,” you say. You're too far gone to mince words. “I need you, alpha.”

He lets out a low groan against your neck, breathing in your scent. “Bed,” he says, then reaches down to wrap both your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom. He's already been to your place a couple of times, so he knows where it is, and lays you down with surprising gentleness considering how needy you both are. 

Then, he crawls on top of you. Here in your bed, he's surrounded by your scent, and he takes a moment to look down at you, face flushed and clothes messy, underneath him. 

“Beautiful,” he breathes, settling between your legs. One hand trails up your thigh, under your dress, and you shiver. You can sense his pheromones, his need, so how is he so calm?

“Hao,” you whine, resisting the urge to squirm. He looks up at you, a smug glint in his eye. 

“So impatient,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

He slides his hand all the way up your thigh, and pulls down the lace underwear you'd been wearing. As you thought, the fabric is noticeably damp with your slick, and he gives it a glance before letting it drop to the floor.

“They're purple,” he says, a sly smirk forming on his face. “Was that for me?”

“N-No—” you say, trying to save face, but he drags his fingers through your folds, feels how wet you already are for him, and he lets out a heavy breath.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. You moan, unable to hold back as he strokes over your clit, slick with desire. With his other hand he palms the front of his pants and you bite your lip at the sight. 

As he touches you, he leans down to kiss you again, swallowing another of your moans when he slips two of his fingers inside and starts to move them. It's not quite enough, and you need more, but it feels too good, and your hips chase his hand. He spreads you open, watching as his fingers disappear into you, mesmerized. You're so warm inside, your pussy greedily sucking him in and leaking your slick.

“Give it to me, please,” he murmurs against your lips. “Need to see you come for me.”

His thumb drives tight little circles over your clit as his fingers find your sweet spot, curling into it over and over again, and you're so close your legs are shaking, unable to hold back your noises. It doesn't take much more for you to climax, pulsing around his fingers. 

“Jiahao…!”

“There,” he says, and his voice sounds rough. His own composure is fraying, alpha instincts telling him to mount and claim you already, but he needs to make you come at least once before he can. He keeps his eyes on you, committing to memory the way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel coming on his fingers. And your scent is nothing short of undoing.

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing light kisses to the side of your face. “You're so good for me.” 

He slowly pulls out his fingers and you watch him, breathing heavy as you come down from your orgasm. Sitting back up, he doesn't break eye contact as he puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting you, and you whimper at the sight as he lets out a low pitched moan.

He undoes his pants and pushes them down with his underwear, easing some of the pressure. He's so hard, already dripping with precome, and he wraps a hand around himself, the one he'd just used on you, and spreads your mixed wetness down his shaft with a couple firm strokes. 

You let out a little, broken noise. His cock is perfect, just the right length and thickness, with mouthwatering veins along its sides. You need him inside you, now.

You reach down and your hand joins his. His skin is so hot to the touch, nearly feverish with arousal, and you're sure you must feel the same. He moans again, his eyes closing tightly, and finally you see his self-control beginning to fracture as you stroke him. 

“Hao, please,” you whisper. “I need you to fuck me, alpha.”

He's so worked up, he might come if you keep this up. He wants to last longer for you, but when those words leave your mouth, the last thread of restraint slips from him. He grabs your wrist, stopping your hand from moving.

“On your back,” he says. You immediately obey, lying back and letting him settle between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. His shirt is hanging open, his chest dotted with sweat, while your dress is pulled up leaving your lower half completely exposed. He moves your hips, aligning them with his. 

“I've wanted you for so long,” he whispers. “To know you feel the same way I did.”

“M-Me too,” you reply, linking your hands behind his neck. “Need you so bad.”

You breathe out when you feel his tip bumping up against your entrance, and you can't help but angle them to get him to slip inside. His fingers tighten on your hips, and he breathes in deep before he finally, finally pushes his way inside. 

You whine at the stretch, your hands grabbing at his broad shoulders, needing something to hold on to. Your room is filled with your mixed scents, nearly overwhelming, but it also activates something in you, the need to be filled and bred by him. By your alpha.

“You…” He's lost for words. “You're so…”

His eyes flutter shut as he slides all the way in, inch by delicious inch. When he's all the way in, he stops. He feels like he's slowly losing his mind with how good you feel squeezing around his cock, his alpha desperate to ruin you, spill inside you and claim you as his own. His omega.

He fits inside you perfectly, like you were built to take him. He leans down to breathe in more of your scent, which is irresistibly enticing to him, as his is to you, and you lock your legs around his waist, keeping him close. 

After a moment, he rocks his hips slowly, sliding out then back in. You moan, louder this time, thanking his athleticism and body control because he's grinding into you exactly where you need it. You can tell, though, that he's still a bit uncertain, so you decide to encourage him. 

“It feels so good,” you whisper in his ear. “Please, fuck me harder, alpha.”

He grunts out your name and then thrusts for real into your tight, wet heat, and it punches a delighted gasp out of you. 

“Right there—!”

He speeds up his pace, the noises of your bodies meeting growing louder. He grips your thighs tightly, holding you right where he wants you, thrusting into the spot that makes you shiver and squirm beneath him. He could get addicted to this, to driving himself deep inside your cunt and marking you with his scent, after wanting you for so long. Longing for you, but not wanting to ruin the close friendship you two share. But he has you here now, and he won't let this chance go to waste. His alpha aches to sink his teeth into your skin and make you his mate, but he wants to do it when you're both sure of it, not lost in the haze of heat and rut.

So despite his instincts clawing to take over, he observes you closely: how you like to be touched, the way you like him to move, your reactions when he does something in a certain way. Reaching down, he circles his fingers over your clit again, and you moan, eyes hazy with pleasure. 

You're so responsive to him, it drives him crazy. He wants this to last longer than just one night, to make sure this isn't just a fluke from you being in heat. His pride as an alpha won't let him settle for any less, to leave his omega unsatisfied. So he learns what you like quickly, while variations of his name, “yes” and “so good” spill from your mouth. It's music to his ears, and despite himself, he's soon close to climax. 

He leans down again to kiss your neck, mouthing at your scent gland. “Close,” he groans. “Where…?”

“Inside,” you gasp, near instantly. “Come inside me, please.”

“Fuck.”

He groans again, nearly a growl, and he grabs your thighs, pushing your legs up to your chest to fuck you even deeper. His hips snap against yours more insistently, all traces of decorum and rhythm gone, left behind by pure need. You can't hold back your voice anymore, and your neighbors are probably going to be pissed at you, but you can't bring yourself to care. It feels way too good, getting bent in half while he drives deep into you over and over.

The tension finally snaps and with a hard thrust he spills deep inside you with a drawn out moan. His movements are desperate and messy, so unlike his usual composure, his alpha driving him to claim and breed you. His hand doesn't stop moving, either, so you soon follow him, your body trembling as you come on his cock, falling apart around him as your eyes squeeze shut.

He continues to fuck you throughout your shared orgasm, wringing out all the pleasure he possibly can from your bodies. He eventually slows down as the waves subside, and you calm down, breaths heavy and harsh after all the exertion.

When you're both done, you lie there, your bodies still connected. Jiahao nuzzles into your neck, careful to keep his body weight off of you, and you place your hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He hums contentedly, his breath warm on your skin, and even if you could move, you wouldn't want to.

“Hao,” you whisper. You can feel him smile against your neck, feel him trace along the underside of your jaw until he moves up to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. You can't help but smile into it too. Even though you're sweaty, messy, and still half dressed, you're happy. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, when you eventually break apart. You nod, still smiling. 

“I'm definitely going to feel this tomorrow, but… yes. I'm more than okay.”

Now that you're looking at him properly, you can see that your lipstick is smudged all over his mouth, and even some on his neck. You giggle, reaching up to try to wipe it off with your fingers, to no avail. 

“What is it?” he asks, amused.

“We're so messy,” you say, and you cup his face in both hands. “You're covered in my lipstick.”

“I don't mind,” he says. “It's yours. Besides… I left some marks on you too.”

That doesn't surprise you, knowing how much he had been biting and kissing your neck, but you feel warm knowing that he's left his mark on you.

“Do you like that?” he asks, turning in your hold and kissing your palm.

“I do,” you say. “I like having a reminder that we did this.”

“I like it too,” he says. Then he looks down to where he's still inside you. “We should probably…”

“Right,” you say, and you let go of him so he can pull out. You make a little noise when he does, feeling his cum drip out of you. He stares as it drips down your thighs and onto the sheets, running the tip of his tongue along his lip, and you feel his dick twitch in interest. 

“Getting ready to go again, alpha?” you ask, grinning.

“Mmm… in a while.” He kisses you again before he gets off of you, taking off his clothes. You watch, appreciating the view. 

“We didn't even get undressed properly,” he says, laughing a little. 

“Well,” you say, “I'm an omega in heat. I think I'm allowed to be impatient.”

You sit up slowly, already beginning to feel the effects from earlier. The insides of your thighs are all sticky. You get Arno's help in unzipping the back of your dress and you peel that off, leaving both of you naked. 

“We should shower,” he says as you snuggle up to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“We should,” you agree, but neither of you move. You look up at him. There won't be a better time to ask.

“So… what are we now?” you say. 

He meets your eyes, his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. 

“Like you said, I would have liked to take you on a date first,” he says, “but since we're doing things out of order… I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You smile, a real, wide one. “Yes,” you say. “And you're my boyfriend now. My alpha.”

You lean up to kiss him, your eyes closing. He holds you by the waist, feeling how perfectly his hands fit into your curves. You also can't stop tucking your face into his neck, right at his scent gland where the smell of smoky amber and roses is strongest. His smell is so distinctly him, and you can't get enough of it.

“Then, as your boyfriend and your alpha,” he says in the space between your lips, “I think the first thing I need to do is to take care of you while you're in heat. You made my rut start, after all.”

A delighted shiver passes through you at the suggestion in his voice. “I knew it was a good idea not to use my scent blockers today.”

“You planned that?” he asks, drawing back to look at your face. “Who's the tease now?”

You grin, not feeling the least bit ashamed. “I think we both won in this case.”

“I think we did.” He smiles when you kiss again, exchanging little pecks as you lay together in your bed. By now, your scents are mixed, and you can't help but think that they go perfectly together.

“We really need to shower,” he says after a few more moments. “We've been wearing outside clothes in your bed.”

“The bed has suffered worse tonight,” you say, “but you're right. You have to do something for me though.”

“What is it?”

“My legs are feeling a little weak.” You raise your eyebrows. “You'll need to carry me there.”

“What kind of alpha would I be if I didn't?” He kisses your forehead fondly. 

When he pulls back you smile. “You should stay,” you say. “After, I mean. Sleep over.”

“I would love to. But let's get cleaned up first.” He sits up, and eases you up with him. “And… I hope you know I'm definitely not sleepy yet.”

“Oh, I'm counting on it.” 

Before you get up, you kiss again, and this time it's full of promise, heat and affection, and you know that this night is only the first of many more.

When you called him over, it was already late. Yet, he still came; 10:36 P.M. on a Tuesday, not even hesitating to get in his car once he heard the agitation in your voice.

The sheets crumpled under his hand as he leaned forward to hear you better, although you were being quite loud already. You were speaking a bit too fast for Kaiwen's sleep-deprived brain, he could only process about half the words you were saying.

He hadn't spoken much as you ranted to him. His gaze was focused on you, head tilted and a small smile on his face. Usually, he'd be invested in whatever you were telling him, but it seemed like he was just too tired this specific night.

You had only picked up on his fatigued behavior after you finally finished your rambling. You glanced up only to be met with a Kaiwen who looked like he was meditating. His eyes were closed shut and his head was slowly drooping.

"Are you sleeping?" Your tone was soft as you reached out to lightly tap his shoulder.

"Ahh!" He blinked repeatedly as he jolted awake, causing you to retract your hand immediately. His abrupt yell briskly broke the short-lived tranquility of the room.

"What—uh," he rubbed his eyes a bit, "what were you saying?" He quickly cleared his throat, sitting up straighter as he tried to focus on your face again.

"Were you not listening to me?" You joked, eyeing him skeptically.

He shook his head, waving his hands in defense. "No! I was..." he trailed off, his expression sheepish and his gaze fixated to the floor.

"Well, I was trying to," he spoke with honestly, a small frown on his face, "you talk really fast... I'm tired."

You opened your mouth to protest, but closed it as you realized he was probably right.

He had been fighting to stay awake for the past hour, but he did an admittedly bad job at it. You couldn't help but laugh at the pout that adorned his face.

Kaiwen looked at you with a dumbfounded expression as you laughed at him.

"Huh, heyyy..." He dragged out the last syllable, burying his face into his hands. That only made you laugh louder.

He shifted to lay down on the bed with a dramatic fall, face planting into the sheets. "You do talk too fast... and too much." He grumbled out.

"That's mean..." you muttered, squinting at the exhausted boy. He replied with an loud huff that was muffled by the blanket.

Slightly irked by his attitude, you leaned back against the pillows that bordered your headboard. "Well, maybe you should just go home then."

You spoke with your face turned away from his direction, making you miss out on the way his head lifted so quickly he almost got whiplash.

Of course, you were just joking, but Kaiwen was still too tired to process any tone of sarcasm.

He shook his head feverishly, practically jumping up from his previous resting position. You were taken aback when he actually knelt in front of you.

"No, no, no," he said quickly, grabbing your arm. "I was just kidding, I'm awake, I'm listening now!"

You couldn't even look at him for one second before bursting out in laughter. "You're so—you're so stupid!" You blurted, smacking at the poor boy's chest.

This time, Kaiwen couldn't even pretend to be irritated. He just scoffed with a wide smile, falling back to lay beside you.

"I can't help it," he scooted closer to you, resting his head on the sheets, just inches away from your side. "I'm tired."

You looked down at him. It was hard not to admire his pretty face; the faint smile on his lips, the trace of light peach lingering on his cheeks and nose, the soft brown locks that fell over his eyes...

You blinked, clearing your thoughts. He certainly was not anything more than a good friend to you. Well, to you.

You gave his head a gentle pat. "Then," your voice was quieter now as you mussed his hair up, ignoring his noise of protest and the way he tried swatting your hand away. Your hand moved down to lightly pinch his cheek, "go to bed."

"But," he whined in mock annoyance again and stretched his arms out, careful to not hit your head. He moved up until his head actually rested on the pillow.

"But?" You questioned with an expectant tone, turning your head to face him. He was already looking at you, but his gaze quickly averted to the ceiling when your eyes met his.

"But... I don't wanna sleep," he mumbled with a childish whine, even as he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

Your brows furrowed at his words. "You said you were tired like, what... ten times now?"

Kaiwen groaned, although it was less in annoyance and more in reluctant acceptance.

"I know, I know," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "But I can't help it. I want to stay awake and... I don't know, talk?"

He knew he was just spewing nonsense. After all, he was the one who nearly fell asleep just a few moments ago.

"You barely even spoke earlier." You deadpanned.

Kaiwen sighed at your words. He knew you were right again, and he ran out of excuses to defend himself.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still looking up at the ceiling. "I was just... really tired, I'm still really tired... woah—hey!"

His body stiffened on instinct as you suddenly shook him, both hands clasped onto his shoulders.

"Just. Go. To. Bed!" You paused between each word to sway him back and forth. Kaiwen couldn't help but giggle softly at your playful shaking, the motion causing his messy hair to fall into his face.

"Ahh... okay, okay!" His hands reached up to grab onto your arms, holding them still in an attempt to stop your relentless onslaught.

With a joking huff, you let go of him and rolled to face the opposite direction. Your sudden action had confused him.

"Uh," He sat up just enough to peer over your shoulder, "hello?"

Arms crossed over your chest, you refused to even glance back at him. "I'll turn around when you fall asleep."

That confused him further. "But... then I won't be able to talk to you?" He held onto your arm to stabilize himself as he leaned against your back.

"Exactly." You replied curtly. His smile faltered.

He just sat there for a moment, gazing at the side of your face. You could feel it, but you stayed silent.

Eventually, he returned to his side of the bed. The comfort of the blanket was almost enough to knock him out immediately. Almost.

A few minutes passed by, yet you remained awake, eyes locked onto the wall. The stillness was nearly suffocating. You figured that he was already asleep by now.

Minimizing your movements as much as you could, you rolled back over to face Kaiwen. He looked as if he fell asleep as soon as he laid down; his lips were parted, his arms spread out on either side of him, and his eyes were fluttered shut.

You had to seize the opportunity—and quick. Quietly and carefully, you curled up to his side, laying your head over his outstretched arm. You could feel his hushed breaths blow against the top of your head from this angle.

You felt almost... content. Maybe even a bit happy, laying there with him. That thought lingered for about two minutes before the drowsiness took over, slowly pulling you into a heavy sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Kaiwen was still awake. Just conscious enough to be painfully aware of your close proximity.

He knew you were going to turn around to see if he was sleeping. In fact, he was waiting on it so he could scare you or something.

Unfortunately for him, you fell asleep before he did.

He couldn't move, he didn't want to risk waking you up. Instead, he gently pushed the stray hairs out of your face with his free hand, twirling the strands around his fingers.

All he could do was doze off, looking at you rest in his arms. He leaned forward, closer, draping his leg over yours to get more comfortable.

This amount of closeness with you felt foreign to him, but it sure was welcomed.

It seemed that now he was the one using you as a warm body to hold.