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Beautiful boy, my little baby, my Bally boo bear, my favorite creature, ate another book while I was in the shower and then decided to belch in my face when I tried to take a nap
#dogs#Bally boo#dogs of tumblr#Iâm so obsessed with him itâs ridiculous#very favorite mischief boi#heâs such a sweetie tho#we ran into a high school soccer camp yesterday on our walk#(I walk him on the college campus I live next to)#and he got petted by a lot of very enthusiastic high school girls#he was THRILLED at the attention#was a good distraction too because his favorite summer activity is harassing toads#he doesnât try to eat them ever he just pokes them with his nose and then delightedly chases them when they hop#granted it is extremely funny#but Iâm also not trying to traumatize the local toad population via my somewhat large dog
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hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!
OH MY GOODNESSS i could never ignore this! i can ABSOLUTELY cook this one up for you and i hope i met your expectations!! i wanted to release this right on your birthday, so here is my gift to you! <3 ILY youâre so sweet thank you for sending in a request!
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{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}
summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player whoâs never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.
warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, heâs a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.
word count: 5k
authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope iâm feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3
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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campusâ having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.
he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.
and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.
until he met you.
you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.
yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.
âhey,â he sipped at his beer. âwhatâs your name?â
you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player youâve ever heard of was talking to you.
ây-y/nâŚâ you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.
âpretty name for a pretty girl,â he hummed. âyouâve never come to my parties before, have you?â
you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.
âwelcome then!â he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. âyou here by yourself?â
âno iâm with a friend, actually.â you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.
yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. âdid you lose them?â
âiâ i guess soââ
âyou can stick with me then.â he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. âyou wanna head upstairs? maybe we canââ
âno thank you.â
he paused.
no?
âno?â
he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.
you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. âiâm sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasnât too much trouble!â
he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.
yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.
except he couldnât. he couldnât shake it off.
his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.
he didnât know why it was happening. he didnât know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.
yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.
you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.
yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.
âa girl like her isnât gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.â one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yutaâs moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.
âand why not.â he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.
âbecause sheâs nothing like us.â he emphasized. âsheâs a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.â
his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. âjust go back to the ones you usually go for. theyâre easy.â
yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldnât deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yoursâ paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.
but you never did.
in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldnât find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.
he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldnât, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on themâ stopping all together in the end.
it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.
these everyday parties were pointless.
he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.
there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.
his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.
âhey y/n,â he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. âhow are you doing?â
your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. âhi yuta! iâm doing okay. how are you?â
he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.
âiâm good! do youâ do you want a drink? or something? i couldââ
âoh itâs okay yuta! iâm fine,â you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.
yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.
the fridge.
âdo you umââ he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. âdo you want maybe apple juice? orâ or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day butââ
you giggled.
his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.
yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.
âsunny d would be great!â
he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. âoâokay! yes sunny dââ
he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny dâs in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.
âhere you go.â
your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yutaâs chest clench.
precious.
he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.
âi wanted to apologizeââ he strained out. âfor the way i spoke to you when we first met.â
you stared at him.
âit was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i justââ he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. âiâm really sorry.â
you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shockâ until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.
âyou donât have to apologize yuta honestly.â your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. âi donât think any less of you if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âyou donât?â
you shook your head cutely, beaming. âi donât.â
he felt like he could breathe again.
your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.
it would be a lie if you said you werenât hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you wereâ you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didnât show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.
he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to sayâ and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.
âand whatâs this one called?â he asked softly.
you glanced over. âthatâs the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.â
âonly for two to three days?!â he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.
and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.
he wanted to hear it from you.
âand this one?â
he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.
âthatâs the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!â
your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.
âoo! and this oneââ you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.
yutaâs eyebrows furrowed. âwhat? whyâd you stop?â he looked to where you had been staring. âwhat about this one?â
âsorry!â you sputtered. âi felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too muchâŚâ
you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.
âno you werenât. you werenât at all.â
you peered up at him shyly.
âyou can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.â he ruffled your hair. âi like listening to you.â
your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.
âso whatâs this one?â he pressed again, lightly.
the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.
âthose are pansies,â you leaned over the railing. âi like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.â
âlike a little buddy,â yuta commented.
you laughed softly, âyeah! like a little buddy.â
he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.
âthatâs you and me.â
âis it?â you grinned. âwhoâs who?â
âyouâre the white one and iâm the purple one,â yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertipsâ and you let him. âbecause youâre pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and iâm a douchebag and sometimes iâm a mean and scary old fart.â
you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. ânuh uh. i donât agree.â
âyou donât?â he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.
you shook your head again. âyouâre genuine yuta. really genuine. and youâre funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!⌠sometimes.â
yuta laughed, âsometimes?â he softly placed your hands back at your sides. âyeah, youâre not wrong.â
âbut you make me happy, always.â you finished off.
his eyes lit up like a firework. âreally? so does this mean youâll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?â
you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. ânuh uh.â
âaww mannn,â yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.
your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yutaâs eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.
thatâs where he started calling you flower.
âthatâs okay!â he leaned back up. âiâll keep trying.â
and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.
everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.
but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.
his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he wouldâve dumped you months ago already.
and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasnât managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymoreâ and even when they did run, yuta wasnât ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.
âyou have to cut it out man,â one of them said. âthis frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girlââ he stopped. âwho the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla butââ
âwho she is is none of your fucking business?â yuta snapped. âand just because iâm not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesnât mean this frat is turning into a âshit hole.ââ
some of the boys snickered.
âyou wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?â
ânoââ
âthen be my fucking guest.â
âokay fine, iâm sorry man.â he sighed. âwe havenât had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.â
yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.
he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.
so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.
âi knowâ i know parties arenât really your thingâŚâ he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. âbut iâd feel a lot better if you were there⌠and you wonât be alone! youâll be with me the whole time soââ
yuta sighed. ââŚi have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and theyâre pissed at me.â
you gasped softly, âthey are?â
âyeah but i donât give a fuck.â
you both giggled.
âbut i do want to make them somewhat happy so thatâs why i gotta throw this party⌠can you come? itâs okay if not flower donât worryââ
âof course i can go yuta!â you spoke cutely over the speaker. âas long as you give me a sunny d iâll be okay.â
he laughed.
âi feel likeâŚâ you struggled. âthem being mad and whatâs happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta⌠iâm sorry.â
your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.
âwhat?â his eyes narrowed. âno flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?â
âbecause i keep asking you to hang out with me,â you spoke softly. âand i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.â
yuta chuckled and shook his head. âi would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.â he sat up on his bed. âi love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever thatâs happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.â
you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. âokay.â
so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.
yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.
everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).
yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you werenât the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.
the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.
all was bliss, until it wasnât.
âis this her? the girl youâre always talking to?â one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.
yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, âyeah.â
he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. âthis is y/n.â
âhâhi.â
âi see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!â he slurred. âsheâs fucking hot. never seen tits look so goodââ
your breath hitched.
âthe fuck you just say?â yuta tugged you behind him. âthe hell is wrong with you man? donât talk about her like that.â
you noticed several eyes looking over.
âwhat!â he hiccuped dumbly. âthey do! why are you getting pissedââ
âi donât give a shit!â yuta snapped. âdonât talk about her like that!â
he scoffed, swaying a little. âwhat, like you actually care about her anywaysââ
âare you fucking serious?â yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.
âno yuta, heâs drunk itâs okayââ
âsheâs just another one for your body count, once you fuck her youâre gonna leaveââ
yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.
âyuta please!â you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.
yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.
he was furious.
finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.
âthatâs enough thatâs enough!â
âguys stop!â
quickly, you grabbed yutaâs hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.
âyouâre out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!â yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. âyouâre out!â
your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.
once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.
ââfuck im sorry iâm sorry im so sorryââ yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, âi just fucked everything up between us iââ
yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldnât keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didnât deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.
his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.
âiâm so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,â he emphasized. âand iâm so sorry i beat him when you told me not to iâ i just couldnât stand there when he was talking to you like that manââ
he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.
âyuta itâs okayââ
âno,â he shook his head and looked at you. âno itâs not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesnât let me.â
his eyes got so sad, saying words he didnât want to say, but knew he had to. âyou shouldnât be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldnât. fuckâ i donât want you around a guy like me. youâre too precious for that. iâm gonna end up screwing you over like i always doââ
âyuta stop.â you raised your voice a little, your tone one heâd never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.
he shut right up.
âcome sit down with me on the curb,â you pulled his arm. âplease.â
he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.
he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.
âyou donât get to decide what i deserve yuta.â
his eyes shot in your direction âbut as a friend iâm telling youââ
you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.
you kissed him.
yutaâs eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he couldâve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.
him.
you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. âa guy whoâs willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.â
you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. âso what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i donât care. iâd lose but iâd do it,â you giggled. âi didnât like the fight because i donât want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i donât have anything to worry about.â
he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. âno flower thatâs the thing youâre too sweet to me, i donât want you justifyingââ
âyuta be quiet!â you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. âyou talk too much.â
you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something heâs wished upon every star for.
âyouâre so good to me yuta, truly you are. and iâm sorry itâs taken me so long to say this because iâm always nervous butââ you smiled endearingly. âi do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.â
yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.
his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his lifeâ you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like heâs properly healthy, in more ways than one.
âweâre going out tomorrow,â he mumbled into your hair. âbright and early. iâm gonna take you to get breakfast, and then weâre gonna go to that aquarium youâve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then iâm gonna buy you a souvenir, and then iâm gonna take you to get your nails doneââ
âyu!â you pulled back and giggled happily. âyou donât have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.â
he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.
âreally?â
âreally.â
âwell too fucking bad iâm gonna do it anyways.â
he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.
you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yutaâs heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.
he finally had you.
finally.
and he was never letting you go.
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Past Wounds, Present Hearts P.SH
ăPairingă : exbully!sunghoon x fem!reader
ăWord Countă : 10.5k
ăGenreă : smut, angst, somewhat fluff, college au
ăSummaryă : you have felt resentment for sunghoon ever since the hell he put you through in middle school. now you find out he goes to your university.... and he's kinda hot?
ăWarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! mentions of bullying, lower quality of life due to bullying, self doubt, mentions of drinking alcohol, implied intoxication in some scenes, college parties, sunghoon calls reader petnames, kissing, sharing a bed, nipple play, fingering, titty sucking, handjob, sunghoon turns out to be a sweetheart, cum eating, falling asleep together, and more
ăAuthors Noteă : i originally intended for the story to have a different ending but i changed my mind half way though and it would have been too fast paced for the word count given, i will definitely make a part two if enough people ask! not proofread
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I hate him. The smug look on his face when I walk pass him in the main campus hall. All of the girls clawing on to his shoulder, begging for his attention without knowing what fucking loser he is. The way all of the professors are so impressed with him for doing practically nothing in class. Getting a full ride scholarship for basketball to this school. I have grown sick of it.
Park Sunghoon. The name still twists my stomach after all these years. Middle school was when my hatred started for Him. He was my middle school bully. Always teasing me in front of the whole class, or making comments behind my back. What hurts the most is that he doesnât seem to care that he used to act this way, or maybe he thinks I have forgotten. The truth is, I will never forget. It sits at the back of my mind all of the time. The people who know me from middle school still view me as this âdisgustingâ girl who was unlikeable, because of the things that Sunghoon would do to me.
It took years for me to build myself back up, so when I saw that he was planning on going to the same university as me last fall, I was more than worried. But this wasnât middle school anymore. I canât let him get away with treating me like an outcast who doesnât deserve friends.First semester of university is always scary, I was always afraid to come out my shell and meet new people. I wanted to stay on top of acedemics. My best friend Yuqi was the complete opposite. Any opportunity she got to go out and party, she would be there. And, she would surprisingly maintain decent grades as well. Now that I think about it, I have never been a party goer, not even in highschool. Then again, there werenât too many parties that either sounded interesting, or that I was invited to.
âKappa Alpha is having a party this Friday, you in?â Yuqi suggested. She always gets the same response. âNo, you already know I canât, we have finals next weekâ I shrugged. âBut Kappaaaaaa!â Yuqi whined, her voice getting higher every passing second. We were walking down the hallway towards our classes. A few students looked over, but quickly decided that they didnât want to look any further. âI hear that Kappa Alpha has the best Christmas parties every year. You have to comeâ Yuqi insisted, grabbing onto my arm. I rolled my eyes. âYuqi⌠You donât actually think Iâm going to attend one of their parties?â Yuqi gave me a confused stare, trying to read through my expression. âWhy not?â âSunghoon is in that frat, Iâm pretty sure he lives in the frat house as well. You would catch me dead before seeing me step foot into that trashy hell holeâ I explained, crossing my arm defensively. She knows how he treated me in middle school, she was there to witness it.
âWhat? He canât be, out of all the parties I have gone to there, I have not seen him a singular timeâ Yuqi said with her eyebrows furrowed, putting emphasis into each word.. I tried to tell her that yes, he is the type of guy to hide out in the frat house and not attend, but she had no idea. After some debate, she eventually gave up asking me.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me. Yuqi's words echoed in my mind, mixing with memories I'd rather forget. The Christmas lights strung across my dorm room cast a soft glow, but they did little to brighten my mood.
I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow close. Why did Sunghoon have to be here, at my university, in my space? It wasn't fair. I'd worked so hard to leave that part of my life behind, to become someone new. Someone stronger.
But was I really stronger if I was still letting him dictate my choices? I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Yuqi's contact. She was probably out somewhere, living it up like she always did. I envied her sometimes, her ability to just⌠exist without all this baggage.
"Maybe I should go," I whispered to the empty room. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Me? At a Kappa Alpha party? It was absurd.
I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Yuqi would be ecstatic if I went. And isn't that what college is supposed to be about? New experiences, stepping out of your comfort zone?
But then I imagined walking into that frat house, the pulsing music, the crowded rooms. And somewhere in there, Sunghoon. Everybody loving him not knowing the kind of cruel person he is on the inside. My stomach clenched at the thought.
"This is stupid," I muttered, flopping back onto my bed. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. I did need to prove something - to myself. That I could face my past, that I could exist in the same space as Sunghoon without falling apart.
I picked up my phone again, this time opening my messages to Yuqi. "Hey," I typed, then paused. Was I really doing this? My finger hovered over the send button as doubt crept in. But then I thought of Yuqi's excited face, of the possibility of actually enjoying myself for once.
Before I could change my mind, I quickly typed out the rest of the message and hit send. "Hey. About that Kappa Alpha party⌠I think I might go after all." I set my phone down, my heart racing. What had I just agreed to?ââââââââââââââââYuqi didnât see my message until the morning, but I can only imagine her physical reaction after reading her written one. âReally???? I never thought this day would come. I promise you will love it!!!â my screen read. Her overuse of punctuation was telling enough about she felt. It was Friday morning, meaning that the party was going to be later in tonight. If I plan my time correctly, we can leave my dorm around 8pm, and I would have had all of the studying done that at I needed to do for the night.
I couldnât help feeling nervous at the thought of attending a party with Sunghoon, but I decided that this may be the perfect chance to get to know him better. Okay, not âget to know him betterâ but maybe this could finally give him a chance to clear the air between us, to apologize properly for everything that he did to me. But the chances of him apologizing are slim to none. When I see him in campus he seems to be the snobby type, unable to admit that they are wrong. Trust me, I have heard the stories going around campus.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog, my mind drifting between lectures and study sessions. The impending party loomed over me, a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.
By the time I returned to my dorm, the sun was already setting. I sat at my desk, attempting to review my notes, but the words blurred together. My phone buzzed - another excited text from Yuqi about outfit choices. I sighed, closing my textbook. There was no point in pretending to study anymore.
~~~~~
At 7:00, a knock at my door announced Yuqi's arrival. She entered with her usual whirlwind energy, arms full of clothes and makeup. "Okay," she said, dumping everything onto my bed. "Let's make you look amazing."
I eyed the pile warily. "Yuqi, I'm not trying to impress anyone. Especially not Sunghoon." She paused, giving me a soft look. "This isn't about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. Now, let's start with this sweater."
For the next half hour, we sifted through outfits. Yuqi was patient, letting me veto anything too revealing or flashy. We finally settled on a soft, cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans - comfortable, but still party-appropriate.
As I changed, Yuqi chatted about her day, her excitement for the party. Her casual banter helped ease my nerves, reminding me why I'd agreed to this in the first place. This was about spending time with my best friend, not about Sunghoon.
We left my dorm at 8:15, the cool night air a welcome relief for my flushed cheeks. The walk to the frat house was short, but with each step, the butterflies in my stomach intensified. Music pulsed in the distance, growing louder as we approached.
Outside the house, we paused. Yuqi squeezed my hand. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah. Let's do this."
We stepped inside, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies in too small a space. Yuqi leaned close, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Will you be okay for a minute?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stood there, taking in my surroundings. Groups of people clustered around, laughing and dancing. I recognized a few faces from classes, but no one I knew well.
And then, across the room, I saw him. Sunghoon, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his usual admirers. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back. For a moment, I was transported back to middle school, hearing that laugh directed at me, mocking and cruel.
Our eyes met for a brief second, and I swear I saw something flicker in his expression. Surprise? Recognition? But before I could process it, someone bumped into me, breaking the moment.
I turned away, my heart pounding. What was I doing here? This was a mistake. I was about to head for the door when Yuqi reappeared, pressing a red cup into my hand.
"Here," she said with a smile. "It'll help you relax." I took a small sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol hitting the back of my throat. As we stood there, Yuqi chatting animatedly about the people around us, I felt myself slowly start to unwind. Maybe agreeing to come here wasnât too bad of an idea.I was just starting to relax, the music and Yuqi's chatter creating a comfortable bubble around us, when I saw him approaching. Sunghoon, weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on... us? No, it couldn't be. But it was.
He stopped right in front of us, that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yuqi," he said, his voice smooth as ever. Then his eyes slid to me. "And Y/N,⌠it's been a while, hasn't it?" I felt my body tense, my grip tightening on the red cup in my hand. Yuqi glanced between us, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Sunghoon," I managed to say, my voice coming out colder than I'd intended. But then again, why should I care? He seemed unfazed by my tone. "I didn't expect to see you here. You're not usually the party type, right?" The casual way he said it, as if he knew me, as if we were old friends catching up, made my blood boil. How dare he act so nonchalant after everything? "People change," I replied curtly. "Not that you'd know anything about that." I avoided eye contact. I saw Yuqi wince beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sunghoon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of... something passing across his face. Confusion? Hurt? Good.
"Right," he said, recovering quickly. Looking down at the ground with a half smile, he takes âââââââââââââââmy snarky response as a que to leave. âIâll see you around, (Y/N)â he scoffs and walks away.
âHe is such an assholeâ Yuqi complains, rubbing my back as a way to try to comfort me. âYou responded wellâ I watched Sunghoon's tall, muscular figure get lost in the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me felt satisfied with how I'd handled the encounter, but another part felt... unsettled. I took a long swig from my cup, hoping the alcohol would dull the conflicting feelings. "Thanks," I mumbled to Yuqi, grateful for her support. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "Do you want to leave? We can if you're not comfortable." I considered it for a moment. The idea of going back to my dorm, burying myself in my blankets and pretending this night never happened, was tempting. But then I thought about how that's exactly what the old me would have done. The me that let Sunghoon's actions dictate her life.
"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I'm not leaving. I have just as much right to be here as he does." Yuqi's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my girl!" she cheered, linking her arm through mine. "Let's mingle a bit, shall we?" As we made our way through the crowded room, I couldn't help but notice Sunghoon's gaze following us. Every time I glanced in his direction, he looked away, but not before I caught a flicker of... something in his eyes. It wasn't the cruel amusement I remembered from our school days. It was something else, something I couldn't quite place.
Yuqi introduced me to a few of her friends, and I found myself actually enjoying the conversations. It felt... normal. Like maybe I could do this whole college social scene thing after all. But then, over someone's shoulder, I saw Sunghoon again. He was looking right at us, his expression unreadable. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a jolt of... something. Before I could analyze it further, he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, was Sunghoon blushing? I shook off the thought. It was probably just the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.
As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Every minute I spent here, laughing with Yuqi and her friends, was a minute I was reclaiming for myself. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, I'd catch Sunghoon looking in my direction. But it wasn't the mocking stare I was used to. There was something almost... wistful about it. Once, when our eyes met, he even offered a small, hesitant smile before quickly turning the other way. I donât understand why he is trying to smile at me. It was confusing, to say the least. This wasn't the Sunghoon I remember. The Sunghoon who had made my life miserable. This Sunghoon seemed... different. Unsure. Almost vulnerable. As Yuqi and I were preparing to leave, I excused myself to use the bathroom. On my way back, I quite literally bumped into Sunghoon in the hallway. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, steadying me with a hand on my arm. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me. "You okay?" I nodded, unsureness in my voice. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence stretching between us. "Listen, Y/N," he started, then paused, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I... I'm glad you came tonight. It was good to see you."
Before I could respond, he quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, completely baffled. It wasn't until much later, as Yuqi and I were stumbling back to our dorms, arms linked and giggling about nothing in particular, that I realized something. For the first time in years, I'd spent an entire evening in the same space as Sunghoon without letting it ruin my night. And more than that, I was left with the strangest feeling that maybe there was more to Sunghoon than I'd allowed myself to see. As I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but oddly content, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted. I wasn't naive enough to think one party had erased years of hurt and resentment. But maybe it was a start.ââââââââââââââââ
~~~~~
The next morning I woke up disoriented, borderline hungover. Roll over to the side to check the time on my phone. 11:09AM? It honestly felt like I slept for three days with how many drinks I consumed. I look further down the screen to see the notifications:
1:18 AM: @prksnghn02 started following you!
1:19 AM: @prksnghn02 Liked your post!
I must have fallen asleep to quickly too see this last night, but that was definitely right after we left the party.
I scroll through the conversation, smiling slightly at the messages
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 Hey! You still here?
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 I get it if you donât want to speak to me.
Why was he messaging me. What gives him the right? I igonore the message and delete the message request. All that before my thumb hesitantly hovered over the follow button on his profile, eventually turning it grey. I spent the weekend as usual, going to my job at night and studying in the mornings. Though I had the awkward interaction with Sunghoon at one party, I think that I could see myself going with Yuqi to another party some time. Not soon though because finals start on Monday and I have to pass to keep my financial aid. Thatâs another thing that pisses me off. I work day and night to pay for my schooling by myself, and Sunghoon gets it all handed to him for being okay at basketball. He teased me for growing up less wealthy than him, but if he were in my shoes, he wouldnât have thought it was so funny.
Monday morning I was walking through the main hall on campus, where they have to coffee shop that I occasionally stop by. Of course this time when I went, Sunghoon was standing at the bookstore across the walk way, talking to his girl-toys. It took everything in me to not make things awkward by looking in his direction, but for the split second I looked that way, he was already eyeing me down. I pretended to not notice, continuing into the coffee shop line as I would do normally. The line was fairly short. I looked down at my phone to distract myself until it was my turn to order. âI am sorry (Y/N)â a familiar voice says behind me, him lightly grazing my shoulder.
My eyes immediately snap to the owner of the voice. His brown eyes were staring directly into mine as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking just by looking at me. And I know he can. âHeyâ he seems to say, flashing me the smallest of smirks as his hand rests on the counter to my left. I scoff in disbelief. He really is serious now isnât he. I try to ignore him and continue with my order, but Sunghoon stops me in my tracks. My heart starts hammering harder in my chest as I glance around to make sure no one overheard. âHey (Y/N),â he repeats, giving me his infamous smirk. âI really am sorryâ he continues. Heâs watching me with a curious tilt to his head as he waits for my response.
âCan I buy you a drink? Maybe we can talk some more?â For a fraction of a moment, itâs hard to believe whatâs happening.
âWhatever you are trying to do, I donât want any part of itâ I said sternly, trying to shoo him away. I know he could see the annoyance on my face but that wasnât enough to get him to leave. âPlease, I want to make things rightâ he begged with a hint of charm in his voice. He reaches out to hold my wrist but this time instead of swatting him away, I let him. If anyone deserves an apology it should be me. He takes a step closer to me, tilting his head slightly. âFine I guess, but do not expect to get anything out of meâ I agreed hesitantly. His facial expression completely changed from worried to⌠relieved? We ordered together in line while I tried my best to ignore him. His scent was a distraction. It was captivating. It was comparable to mohagany and mint. Admittedly, he is tall and handsome, even when we were in middle school he had always been cute. But I would never say that out loud. Eventually, his named was called and we both went up to grab our drinks. âThank you Sunghoonâ I said while looking down, trying to get out of the situation as soon a possible. âWaitâ he says before I get to far away. âI will text youâ he added. I half way smiled and walked away.
~~~~~
At lunch, I found myself leaning against Yuqi as we sat at one of our tables outside. âHow do you feel?â she asked. âBetterâ I admitted. âItâll take some getting used to, but I think Iâm doing betterâ She nodded, seemingly satisfied by my reply.
âYuqi?â I spoke again once I had my full attention back on her. She turned her attention towards me expectantly.
âWhy donât you give him another chance?â she sighed, rolling her neck around. âI mean, he seems like he is genuinely trying to make it up to you.â
âYes he is putting in the effort now, but the pain that he put me through doesnât just go away in an instant, it will take time for me to trust himâ
âI understandâ she muttered.
~~~~~
A few days had passed but I had never received a message from Sunghoon. Maybe he forgot or maybe he was scaredâŚ. I donât know. But I canât help but to think that I was maybe looking forward to that message. Yuqi was right, maybe he does deserve another chance. The library was my number one studying location. It was quiet, I could focus, and nobody bothers me. I actually have some time to myself. I have tested out every study area here and the to floor is by far my favorite. I press the 5 on the elevator control pad, and as the doors start closing, someoneâs hand is placed between the doors, causing them to shoot back open. It was Sunghoon. I awkwardly scoot to the edge of the confined space to make sure there was more than enough room between us. His eyes light up when he realizes I was the one in the elevator.
âWould it be a problem if I rode with you?â he asked hesitatingly with an awkward smile.
âNo, why would there be a problem?â I replied quickly. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds after my answer, and then I heard the elevator ding and the doors slowly start closing again. God, being around him gave me mixed emotions. His aura is so captivating, but his personality is the opposite. And not to mention that mohagany scent again. We rode to the fifth floor in total silence and exited the elevator once it stopped. When we both made way out of the elevator to walk our own directions, He gently grazed my shoulder and said âGood luck with finalsâ and walked the other direction.
-
Later that same evening while I was still on the library, my phone pinged with a new notification.
prksnghn02: Hey are you available?
prksnghn02: I know I said I was sorry but I really want you to know how I feel. I canât do it over text.
I think this is the message that I have been waiting to see. I would appreciate to see him and have him fully apologize, though I donât think this is the right time. Itâs the middle of finals week and lord knows I am already struggling as is. I look up from my phone, observing my surroundings, and spot Sunghoon across the almost empty room lounging on a library bean-bag. Alone. Thatâs a first considering his royalty equivalent status on campus. He was clearly looking at me when I opened his message.
yourusername: Hey, sorry. I really need to study for this Sociology final. I can definitely carve out a time to meet next week.
I look up at him and point at my phone, making a frowny face and his expression mirrors mine.
prksnghn02: Who is the professor? I aced my sociology class I took over the summer. If you need any help lmk.
He looks at me with a thumbs up. His offer seems tempting, but what would I do? Sit there and hear him lecture me? It would already be hard enough to pay attention given how his arms are looking in that black fitted top.
yourusername: I will think about it.
I try to focus on my sociology notes, but my eyes keep drifting back to Sunghoon. He's still lounging on the bean bag, but now he has a textbook open on his lap. Every so often, he glances up, catching my eye before we both quickly look away. The tension is palpable, even from across the room. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. This is getting ridiculous. I'm here to study, not to play this weird game of cat and mouse with my former bully turned... what? Potential friend? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I make a split second decision on impulse and grab my phone, maybe regretting my decision later.
yourusername: Okay fine, come help me.
I witness Sunghoon look at his phone and shoot up out of his seat within the span of 3 seconds. Impressive. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Sunghoon practically skidded to a stop in front of my desk. It was a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, I was back in middle school, his laughter echoing in the halls, the same laughter that used to sting.
âSo, sociology huh?â he said with the most awkward tone possible. âWhat do you need help withâ he continues, signaling his hand towards my messy notes. My notebook has definitely seen better days. I sighed, shoving my phone into the abyss of my backpack.
"Everything feels like gibberish. Professor Ramirez throws these massive lectures at us, and it all just blends together." Surprised laughter rumbled out of him.
"Ramirez? Yeah, he can be a bit much. But trust me, sociology isn't actually that complicated. Let's see your notes." Tentatively, I slid my well-worn notebook across the desk. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of turning paper. I snuck a peek at him. His features were softened by a focus I wouldn't have expected. "Okay," he finally said, looking up. "This isn't so bad. You've got the basic concepts down. I think you're just getting overwhelmed by the details."
Relief flooded me. Maybe I wasn't completely incompetent after all. He settled into the chair across from me, his arm brushing mine for a moment as he reached for a pen. He continued to sort through my notes, trying to piece together what I may not be understanding. He was surprisingly patient with me, and even created examples for me to try and understand better. Not to mention that I couldnât keep my eyes off of him as he spoke. His black hair falling loosely in front of his dark brown eyes and black glasses was so sexy.
"So basically, social stratification is like the ranking system within a society?" I summarized, feeling a flicker of accomplishment. Sunghoon grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Exactly! See, you were getting it all along." He paused, then reached for a specific page in my notes.
"Now, let's talk about power structures and how they influence social mobilityâŚ" Time melted away as Sunghoon patiently guided me through the sociological knowledge. I peppered him with questions, surprised by my own comfort level.
He answered them all with good humor and a surprising depth of knowledge that made him seem worlds apart from the bully I knew in middle school and the jock he is now. I looked at his face once again, admiring the way he furrowed his eye brows when he concentrated. I am snapped out of my trance with
âWhat?â Sunghoon questioned me, tilting his face to the side. I couldnât even comprehend what had happened until a second or two later.
âNothing! Itâs nothing. Go on with what you were sayingâ I averted my eyes towards the table to try and hide the blood in my cheeks. âHeh, OkayâŚ.â he chuckles fiddling with the ring on his finger. He pauses for a few seconds and picks up with âYou should get home soon. You donât wanna have late nights, right?â
He looks me dead in the eye as he says this, a hint of playfulness in his gaze. I glanced at my phone, startled to see it was already 1 AM. We'd been studying for hours without realizing it. The library, usually bustling with stressed students, was now eerily quiet.
"Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it got," I mumbled, hastily gathering my notes. Sunghoon stretched, his shirt riding up slightly. I pretended not to notice.
"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun with sociology, right?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Right, because power structures are just a barrel of laughs." As we packed up our things, Sunghoon hesitated, then asked, "Hey, um, would you like me to walk you back to your dorm? It's pretty late." I paused, considering. The old me would have immediately refused, not wanting to spend an extra second with him.
But now... "Sure," I found myself saying. "That would be nice." We stepped out into the cool night air, the campus very quiet around us. For a moment, we walked in silence, the only sound our footsteps on the pavement.
"So," Sunghoon started, breaking the silence. "Did you find the study session helpful?" I nodded, surprised by my own honesty.
"Yeah, actually. You explain things... differently than I expected." He raised an eyebrow.
"Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," I admitted. "You're more... patient than I thought you'd be." Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Well, don't sound so surprised. Im not just a handsome face ya know.â I felt a retort forming on my lips, but bit it back.
âYeah yeah, donât flatter yourself.â As we walked, I couldn't help but sneak glances at him. In the soft glow of the street lamps, he looked... different. Softer somehow. Less like the arrogant boy I'd built up in my mind and more like... well, just a guy. "You know," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I meant what I said before. About being sorry." I felt my body tense. "Sunghoon, we don't have to-"
"No, please," he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. I turned to face him, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes. "I was a jerk in middle school. More than a jerk. I was cruel, and I've regretted it for years. I just... I want you to know that. I am sorry." I stood there, stunned. This vulnerability was so at odds with the Sunghoon I thought I knew.
"I... thank you," were the only words that were able to come out of my mouth. - I turned to face towards him as we reached the enterance of my dorm building. âOkay, I guess I can take it from hereâ I said, grabbing my key card out of my backpack.
âGoodnight, Sunghoon.â I entered the building and the door was already halfway closed before Sunghoon grabbed it and called out behind me, "Wait!â I stopped mid step and turned to meet his curious gaze, confused by what he could possibly want to say. I gave him a questioning look as he approached me slowly. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he took one last glance around, making sure no one was watching before reaching up to touch my cheek hesitantly. His thumb brushed the area under my eye lightly, his hand moving downwards slowly until he rested his palm flat on my jaw. I was somehow okay with this, despite the butterflies in my stomach.
My heart thudded loudly against my chest as I stared at his hand resting gently on my skin, unable to tear my gaze away from his. There was something magnetic about the way his eyes bore into me with an intensity I have never felt. âHave a good night, (Y/N)â he said softly, grazing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down slowly while gazing into my eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. My breath hitched as he brought his other hand up and cradled my cheek, brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face. âYou too, Sunghoonâ
~~~~~
The end of finals week had finally come and I am not exaggerating when I say that this is the most relieved I have ever been in my life. I was lounging on my bed scrolling through tik tok and I saw a message pop up at the top of my screen.
prksnghn02: Hey! A few of us are having a small get-together at the frat house to celebrate surviving finals. You and Yuqi should come.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A month ago, I would've immediately declined. But now⌠things were different. The study session with Sunghoon, our late-night walk, the way he'd touched my face before saying goodnight - it all swirled in my mind, a confusing mix of old resentment and new⌠something.
yourusername: Let me check with Yuqi. What time?
His response was almost immediate.
prksnghn02: Around 8? It's just a few people, nothing crazy. Promise it won't be like last time.
I couldn't help but smile at that. The last party had been a turning point, in a way.
yourusername: Okay, I'll let you know.
I rolled over, dialing Yuqi's number. She picked up on the second ring.
"Please tell me you're calling to drag me out of this post-finals funk," she groaned.
I laughed. "Actually, yeah. Sunghoon invited us to a small thing at the frat house. You in?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Sunghoon, huh? You two seem to be getting along better."
I could hear the smile in her voice. "We're⌠working on it," I admitted. "So, you coming or what?"
"Obviously," she said. "I'll be at yours in an hour. We need to talk about this Sunghoon situation, by the way."
I groaned. "There's no 'situation', Yuqi."
"Uh-huh. Sure. See you soon!"
She hung up before I could protest further. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
An hour later, Yuqi was sprawled on my bed, watching me rummage through my closet.
"So," she said, drawing out the word. "You and Sunghoon, huh?"
I threw a shirt at her. "There's no 'me and Sunghoon'. We're just⌠I don't know. Not enemies anymore, I guess."
Yuqi sat up, her expression serious. "Look, I know he was awful to you in middle school. But people change, you know? And he seems to be really trying."
I sighed, sitting down next to her. "I know. It's just⌠complicated."
She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Life's complicated. Doesn't mean you can't give it a chance."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yuqi always had a way of cutting through my defenses.
"Now," she said, her tone lightening. "Let's find you something cute to wear. Just because it's not a 'situation' doesn't mean you can't look hot."
I rolled my eyes, but let her pull me back to the closet.The frat house was quieter than I'd ever seen it. No pulsing music, no crowds of people. Just the soft murmur of conversation and laughter drifting from the back patio. Sunghoon met us at the door, his face lighting up when he saw us. "Hey! You made it." he said, ushering us inside. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Drinks are in the kitchen, we're all out back."
As we followed him through the house, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed here, in his element. Relaxed, open, a far cry from the popular Sunghoon I was used to seeing on campus. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly attractive. The back patio was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the small group gathered there. I recognized a few faces from classes, but it was indeed a much smaller crowd than the usual frat parties.
Yuqi immediately gravitated towards a group she knew, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door. Sunghoon appeared at my side, two red cups in hand. "Here," he said, offering me one. "It's just punch, but fair warning - Heeseung made it, so it's probably stronger than it tastes." I took a sip, the sweetness masking the unmistakable burn of alcohol. "Thanks for inviting us," I said, surprised by how much I meant it. Sunghoon's smile was soft, almost shy. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would." "Honestly? I wasn't sure either," I admitted. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The punch was indeed strong, but the warm buzz it provided was pleasant.
Sunghoon stayed close, always making sure I was included in conversations, laughing at my jokes, his hand occasionally brushing against mine in a way that seemed both accidental and deliberate. I found myself studying him when he wasn't looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gestures he made when he was explaining something he was passionate about. It was hard to reconcile this Sunghoon with the boy who had tormented me in middle school. At some point, Yuqi caught my eye from across the patio and gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smile that subtly appears on my face.
As the night progressed, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Yuqi had gotten into an intense discussion about some TV show with a guy from her psych class, leaving Sunghoon and me alone on a small bench near the edge of the patio. The fairy lights cast a soft glow on his features, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. "You know," Sunghoon said, his words slightly slurred, "I never thought we'd be here like this." I raised an eyebrow. "What, drunk on your frat house patio?" He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "No, I mean... talking. Like friends."
His hand found mine on the bench between us, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch sent a jolt through me, but I didn't pull away. "I was such an ass to you in middle school," he continued, his voice dropping low. "I... I didn't know how to deal with how I felt about you back then." I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. "What do you mean?" Sunghoon turned to face me, his eyes intense even in their alcohol-glazed state. "I had the biggest crush on you," he admitted. "But I was too stupid and insecure to know how to handle it. So I lashed out instead." I sat there, stunned.
The Sunghoon I knew in middle school, the one who had made my life miserable, had a crush on me? It didn't make sense, and yet... "That doesn't excuse what I did," he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Nothing excuses that. But I want you to know how sorry I am. And how glad I am that you're giving me a chance to make it right."
I looked at our intertwined hands, then back up at Sunghoon's face. The vulnerability in his expression took my breath away. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I just wanted you to know." We sat there for a moment, the air between us charged with possibility. Then, without thinking, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met softly, hesitantly at first. Then Sunghoon's free hand came up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss.
It was sweet and a little clumsy, tasting of punch with a hint of alcohol. His lips were softer than I'd imagined - not that I'd been imagining it, of course. When we broke apart, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sunghoon's eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name.
"I... wow," he breathed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. Before I could respond, the patio door slid open and Yuqi's voice rang out. "Y/N? You out here?" Sunghoon and I sprang apart, but not before Yuqi caught sight of us. Her facial expression completely changed, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone teasing. I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Sunghoon steadied me with a hand on my arm, the touch sending another jolt through me. "We were just... talking," I managed to say, knowing how unconvincing it sounded. Yuqi's grin widened. "Uh-huh. 'Talking.' Got it. Well, hate to break up this... conversation, but it's getting late. We should probably head out." I nodded, suddenly feeling very sober. "Right. Yeah. Let's go."
As we made our way back through the house, I could feel Sunghoon's eyes on me. At the front door, he caught my hand. "Text me when you get home safe?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded, words not being able to leave my mouth. He squeezed my hand once before letting go. - The walk back to the dorms was quiet, Yuqi mercifully holding back her questions until we were safely in my room. "Okay," she said, flopping onto my bed. "Spill. Everything. Now." I sank into my desk chair, my mind replaying the kiss over and over. "I... I don't even know where to start," I admitted.
Yuqi's expression softened. "Start at the beginning. And don't leave anything out."
~~~~~
Going over to Sunghoons frat house became a frequent thing over the winter break. About twice a week I would go with Yuqi and kick back with a few of his friends, the same ones that were there the first time.
During those times, we'd always end up hanging out in Sunghoons backyard, or playing in his pool. He definitely acted a lot different around his friends than I expected. More relaxed, open, less guarded. In turn he opened up to me a bit too.
âIf I beat you in a round of pool, you have take a shot with meâ Sunghoon said chuckling, nudging his elbow against my arm. âCome on, thatâs fair!â
âI guess, but what do I get it I win?â
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âYou know what, I can think of somethingâŚâ He moved closer to me, the tip of his nose inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I remained still, watching nervously as his mouth slowly drew closer and closer. âI think you might like itâ he said teasingly.
âI guess I should just let you win thenâ I sighed sarcastically, trying to ignore the butterflies built up in my stomach.
He scoffs âI promise, sweetheart, I donât biteâ he said, moving back just enough so he could meet my eyes. His voice was low and husky, sending a ripple of heat through my body.
âSo, what kind of shot?â I asked lightly, trying to ignore the way my voice shook as I spoke.
âI think I have some Don Julioâ he mused, running a hand along the back of his neck.
Sunghoon it first to break all of the pool balls apart, declaring him as solids. Drinking beer between each of our turns and chatting about family and work, Sunghoon was a lot better at pool than he originally let on, because soon enough he had only 2 solid balls left, while I still had 5 stripes.
I was expecting him to have already won at this point. When he set his cue on the edge, lining up to hit one of the solids into a hole, the 8 ball shoots across the board, into the hole closest to me.
âAw shit, I guess you wonâ He said with a fake defeated look.
I laughed, setting my bottle aside. âLooks like it. Thanks for letting me have a couple extra roundsâ I said, winking at him. I missed my cue stick by mere centimeters, but didnât care. My eyes were locked on Sunghoon; his hair stuck up everywhere, his skin glistening with sweat after his game, his shirt clung tightly to his frame.
A loud bang echoed off the walls, making us both jump slightly. Sunghoonâs eyes snapped towards the window behind me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. âSomeone just slammed the garage door shutâ he whispered. âDid they close up for the night?â
We had spent so much time playing pool, we didnât realize that slowly, one by one, people started to go home. This meaning that Yuqi probably caught a ride home with someone and the only people left here are the 3 frat guys staying in the house over the break.
âItâs getting late, I should probably call an Uberâ I said, rubbing my eyes for focus.
âWhy leave so soon? Doing Uber this late at night could be dangerous, you never know what kind of people could be out there.â
âWhat other option do I have? Yuqi went home alreadyâ I replied, grabbing my phone.
âYou can stay here, you can sleep on my bed and I will set up a bed on the floorâ he offered.
âI donât know if that is the best ideaâ I muttered, staring at my feet.
âJust sleep here. Donât waste money on an Uber, and I promise I can take great care of you.â he urged me, placing his hand under my chin so that I would finally look at him. âDo you really believe that I would let you get into a strangers car right now?â
I hesitated before nodding. âFine, but only because I trust you.â
~
We pack up all of our stuff from outside, including my purse and all of the extra alcohol. There are so many room in the frat house and I have never been upstairs, I have no idea which one is Sunghoons. As the two of us climb the stairs up to his room, we both silently agree not to mention the previous events from the other night.
Sunghoon doesnât know why I kissed him, And I donât know why he kissed me. Even though he did tell me a little about the reason behind our relationship, it wouldnât matter, he was too far gone for it to change anything anyway.
The moment we step into his room, he tosses his backpack onto the floor and gestures to the large queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room.
âI didnât bring anything to sleep in, I canât sleep wearing jeans and a tank topâ I said, gesturing to my jeans.
âDonât worry about it, I can lend you somethingâ he said, walking over to a laundry basket of clothes lying on the floor near the wardrobe. âI havenât gotten the chance to put up my laundry, let me find somethingâ he explains, rummaging through the basket.
He pulls out a large black t-shirt and some basketball shorts. âHere, try these onâ and walked over, handing them to me, a slight smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
âLook away!â I playfully shouted while waving my hand to shoo him. â
âOh my gosh, okayâ he covers his eyes like a cartoon character.
Luckily I was wearing some spandex shorts and a sports bra underneath, so even if he did sneak a peek, which Iâm sure he did, nothing too important would have been exposed. On him the clothes look normal size, but on me, the shirt fit like a dress and the shorts touched half way down my shins. âI guess I have no choiceâ I shrugged.
I crawl into his bed while he went to fetch an extra blanket for me out of his closet. At this point, he was already in his sleep attire. No shirt and some basketball shorts. It was hard to concentrate when he was standing there wearing nothing but shorts. I admit that maybe I was staring a bit longer than appropriate.
âYou like what you see?â he says in a cocky tone, chuckling at my embarrassment.
âShut up, you are so annoyingâ I scoff and roll my eyes, laying back down on the bed.
âHaha okayâŚâ he smirks as he stands up from the closed with the blanket in his hand. âHopefully this will keep you warm enoughâ he said, covering me with the big piece of fabric.
âThank you, Sunghoonâ I said, turning over to attempt to catch some sleep. He set up a little bed on the floor with a blanket and a pillow right next to the bed and layer down as well.
After sometime of just listening to the sound of the crickets outside, the quiet noises of the street, cars passing by, the occasional chirp of a bird. The atmosphere was rather peaceful, comfortable almost. I couldn't help the small smile forming on my face as I lay my head on my arm.
My brain kept drifting away from sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting back to Sunghoon. My heart rate was rising with every second that passed, I tried desperately to calm myself down, not wanting to give any indication that I was starting to get aroused. The more I listened to the sounds outside, the more I felt the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in his arms. Just to feel him hold me.
I sigh deeply, rolling over onto my side and facing him. The soft glow of moonlight illuminating the entire room, casting light patterns on his sleeping features. If this was any other day, I would definitely stare at him until dawn, taking in every minute detail of him.
I scooted over to the edge of the bed, just close enough for me to nudge Sunghoon with my foot. âHoon, are you awakeâ I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the moonlight leaking through the blinds. âYeahâ he clears his throat. âWhy?â
âCan you lay with me?â I whispered again.
He stared at me for a second, trying to understand what was going through my mind. Eventually, he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to me. His body was hot against mine, making goosebumps erupt throughout my skin, but the feeling was comforting nevertheless. We laid like that in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.
Eventually, it became too awkward and I had to move closer into Sunghoon, cuddling up next to him. âI like thisâ I say quietly, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his faint scent. He chuckled slightly, positioning himself to where his fingers could comb though my hair.
I mumble, wrapping my arm around his torso. His fingers stopped their ministrations then, hesitating for a moment. I looked up at him from my position on his chest, curious as to what made him stop. I met his deep brown eyes that were focused solely on me. His gaze was soft, yet intimidating at the same time. Slowly, carefully, he lifted my head off his body and held it between his hands. Then he brought his lips to meet mine softly.
He pulled me in closer, gently running his fingertips along my jawline, making my heartbeat pick up in pace. His kisses were slow and sweet, the most tender kiss I've ever had. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away slowly, watching me as if waiting for some sort of reaction. When my eyes fluttered open I met with his eyes, gazing deeply into each othersâ. A smile formed on my lips, making Sunghoon lean in to reconnect our lips again.
He placed his hands on the sides of my neck, holding me close to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Our bodies pressed closely together, moving together rhythmically. His hands lifted up my oversized shorts and began roaming across my bare thighs, tracing up the hem of my shirt. We kept getting tangled in each otherâs clothing as we continued kissing.
He reached my breasts, pushing up my sports bra to give them an affectionate squeeze, causing me to gasp in response. My hands moved down from his shoulders and ran up the backs of his arms to his neck, pulling on his short hairs slightly. Pulling on the strands of hair caused him to release a low growl and deepen the kiss, pulling his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, causing me to whimper slightly at the unexpected pain. When he released my lower lip, he sucked on it, sucking on it harder and harder with his sharp canine teeth. âFuckâŚâ I moan, gripping tightly onto the ends of his dark brown locks.
He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples lightly, causing my stomach muscles to tense up involuntarily. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he noticed this, but then he proceeded to push the crop top further up on my shoulders before placing soft gentle kisses along my collar bone. He sprinkled kissed on my shoulders and chest and then moved down towards my waistline, placing soft soft kisses along my belly button. His hand started to work its way downwards, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs.
He latched one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling the tight swollen bud of flesh with his teeth and tongue. As his hand reached down and slid his middle finger along the underside of my left thigh, causing me to grind against his hand.
He trailed his hand back up to the bottom of my shirts and bunched it up in his hand âCan I take this off?â he leaned next to my ear and whispered. My breath hitched at how sensual he sounded.
âPleaseâ I managed to speak out. He didnât reply immediately, only gave me a reassuring smile before pulling it over my head, only leaving my bra. His lips found their way back up to mine, sending a surge of electricity through me. His hands worked their way to bottom of my bra, lifting it up and throwing it to the side as well. The cool air on my bare stomach and chest suddenly sent tingles all over my body, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my skin. He smiled at my reaction, continuing to caress my inner thigh.
âIs it okay if I take these off too?â he whispered, grazing the waistband of my shorts.
I let go of his arms and nodded my head yes, watching his expression change from relaxed to excited. I watched him pull those off and discard them as well, leaving only my thong on. âI hope this is okayâ he smiled. He was still looking at me with those intense eyes, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.
He removed the last piece of clothing from me, both my spandex and the shorts he gave me, revealing my beautiful skin and perfectly plump curves underneath. He took a few seconds to appreciate every inch of my body before sliding his slim fingers between my legs. Instinctively my knees fell apart slightly, allowing him access to my core which caused his eyes to darken even more. As he gently traced circles around my bud, sending me into complete ecstasy, I moaned loudly, moaning in pleasure as my hips began grinding into his finger tips.
âGod, youâre so prettyâ he whispered, trailing kisses along my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moans coming out of my mouth as he continued to stroke the wetness inside of my thighs. âSo perfect.â
He spread my wetness all over his fingers and slid one finger inside of my desperate hole. At first, he started slowly, his thumb circling my clit while his middle finger slid in and out of my warm opening, slowly increasing the amount of pressure until I was gripping down onto his fingers with all of my strength. He increased the speed of his movements, adding another finger, pumping them hard into me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, trying my best to keep a good grip on his fingers.
âShit, youâre so wet angelâ he groans. He took his hand away to pull off his own shorts, with his boxers. His dick spring free, tip raging and dripping with precum. It was big, a lot bigger than I had expected.
I take all of his length into my fist as he continues contact with my folds. âFuck, that feels good, babyâ he says under his breath. I collect spit in my mouth and layer his tip and slide my hand up and down slowly.
I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach as he keeps a consistent pace pumping his finger into my gushing pussy. âAgh yessâ I moan on his cock, feeling the burning sensation building up. He leans down to place a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, causing my back arch even higher. "Let go babygirl"he murmurs against my shoulder.
I let my hand rest against his erection, stroking him slowly, feeling the tip get longer by the moment. Soon enough, I can no longer contain myself as I let the orgasm rip out of me. His name came spilling out of my mouth, followed by a loud moan âFuck Sunghoon, just like that.â I continue to hold on to him as the wave of pleasure takes over me, feeling my muscles start to seize up and my vision starting to blur.
As I'm regaining my composure, he pulls out of me, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. âYou taste so good, princessâ he praises, with sweat droplets forming in his forehead.My face turns red with embarrassment. I cover my face with my palms as I try to control my breathing. Sunghoon chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my blushing face and places them on his cheeks instead. âDonât be embarrassed, babygirl. That was hotâ he says. My blush gets stronger by the second.
âLet me get you cleaned upâ he suggested, getting out of the bed to go to his bathroom where he kept his extra cloths. He came back with a small smile on his face. He runs the rag between my legs and said âI am really happy you decided to spend the nightâ
âMe too Sunghoonâ my smile only visible by the moonlight. He went back into the bathroom to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.
âNow come hereâŚâ He brings his lips to meet mine once more. He wraps his arms around my sore body, making my face bury into his chest. Our bare skin resting against eachother was so relaxing. His skin was soft, and he was perfectly toned to my liking. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to massage my scalp, making my whole body tremble. âItâs really late, sweetheart, letâs get some restâ he whispers and kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. As I lay there in Sunghoons embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him, my eyes gradually fall shut.
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BIG MAN ON CAMPUS! â RAFE CAMERON
pairing; fratboy!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary; you come to your first college party and have the worst panic attack of your life. who knew your knight in shining armour would be the captain of the biggest fraternity and the biggest fuck boy on campus
warnings ; panic attacks, anxiety, drugging, angst but like fluff!!
"Liv, i'm really not sure about this"
You're best friend and roommate looked at you with a blank stare, watching as you pulled the tight white dress down that had ridden up your thighs. She had dragged you out of your dorm only 20 minutes ago, telling you that if you didn't come she was going to wake you up with a bucket of ice water.
"Cmon babe, you made me promise i would drag you to at least one party this year. and i don't break a promise. Which also means that i promise if you don't like the first 30 minutes, then we can go home and eat 30 pounds of ice cream and pass out in our makeup"
You smiled at her, trying to push yourself through whatever anxiety was coursing through you. Liv was really a good friend, even if she was harsh about it at times, you know that she wanted the best for you.
The smell of booze and sweat hit your nose immediately as you walked into the frat house, the music blasting and the rainbow lights blinding against the otherwise dark space.
Liv pulled you to the corner of the living room, smiling brightly at you and giving you an extra tight hug. "Ok! I'm gonna go get us some drinks, stay right there and don't move!"
She had to yell because of how loud the music was, wasting no time before disappearing into the kitchen.
You stood in the party like a fish out of water, biting your lip as you looked down at your feet.
You'd like to say that you weren't that much of an introvert. I mean sure you liked to be curled up with a good book from time to time, and you were studying a bit more than healthy. But you like to go out and shop with friends, talk to new people in your classes and slumber parties on the weekends.
But parties were something you did not do. It had a combination of all the things you disliked most in life. loud music, people yelling, drinking, flashing bright lights and... frat boys.
You'd already been brought out of your shell at college, you were confident enough now to present in classes and partner up with new people on assignments, but this was pushing it.
You were a sweet girl, but naive. You didn't have enough experience with greedy men and even you would admit that you resembled a lost deer more often than you would like.
You lifted your head as you heard someone approach you, looking up quickly as you assumed it was Liv coming back from the kitchen.
But it wasn't Liv.
A brunette looked straight at you as you made eye contact with him, a red solo cup resting in his hand.
"What's a pretty girl like you standing here all alone in the corner" he stated, inching closer to you as you subconsciously stepped back a bit. "I'm Jeremey"
He reached out his hand to you to shake, only to receive a dumbfounded look on your face.
"Normally people reply back with their name, Babe"
"Oh! Sorry!" you replied flustered, repeating back your name as he grinned wide, showing his bright smile.
You didn't want to admit that when Jeremy was talking to you, you continually kept glancing over at the entrance to the kitchen, hoping that the next person to walk out was Liv, who was going to hopefully come to save you from this conversation.
"Hey, I was experimenting in the kitchen, wanna try my new concoction." Jeremy dangled the red solo cup in your face, the liquid pink and smelling of strawberries.
"No thank you. I don't drink" you replied sweetly, hoping to be polite and not upset him. "There's barely any in it, promise. Pleaseee, don't wanna hurt my feelings, do you?" He replied in annoyance.
A pang of hurt shot through you as you panicked, how could you have been so rude! Jeremy was taking time out of his day to talk to you and you rejected a drink he made you?
"Oh! no, I'm sorry. Thank you so much" you replied, taking the cup out of his hands and looking down at the liquid. He watched closely as you took a sip, your face twisting at the strong flavour of vodka.
"What do you think?" he smirked as he asked, bringing his hand up to your lips and wiping the extra liquid off with his thumb.
"Its- its great, thank you" you replied, your heart beating faster as you started to feel increasingly more uncomfortable. He watched you closely as he hinted to you to drink more, looking down at you like he was a wolf, and you were his prey.
You held back tears as you felt the room start to spin under your feet, your cheeks feeling hot and your hands shaking involuntarily. It hit you quickly that this wasn't alcohol that was making you feel like this, no, it was something else. Something much, much worse.
And you didn't want to stick around to figure out what it was.
"Um, sorry Jeremy, I need to go to the bathroom" you spoke up, using all your courage to push through the crowd quickly as he followed.
Your breath was now speeding up as you fought your way through the waves of people, your steps becoming faster as you felt the room spinning more and more, tears streaming down your face.
You didn't know where the bathrooms in this place were, but you didn't have time to think about that now.
You just needed to find Liv, or someone, anyone.
Your eyes fell on a room at the end of the hall, light spilling out of the crack where the door failed to meet the floor.
You didn't have time to think, just to act. Your balled fist made it up to the door, knocking over and over again as you looked behind you, Jeremy in the crowd but looking all over for what you assumed to be you.
You didn't even want to begin to imagine how stupid you looked, or how impolite you were being as your knocks became harsher and frantic as Jeremy came closer.
"Jesus, learn how to wait your fucking turn" a voice sounded as the door opened. you didn't even look away from Jeremy as you tumbled into the bathroom, accidentally bringing the person in the door with you.
"Yo, what the fuc-" the aggressive voice came to a halt quickly, but you all you could focus on was your breathing, which was out of control.
Your cheeks were wet with tears as you closed your eyes, bringing your hands up to your face and letting yourself sob. "I- I can't breathe" You let out, unknowing if you were talking to yourself or the person in the space with you.
You couldn't even handle your anxiety and emotions when you were in control of your body, let alone now.
That's the main reason you don't drink, because you tend to freak out to the point of no return, and this, this was much worse.
Your face was buried in your hands as the person softly closed the door to the bathroom. You didn't even register him softly moving you to sit on the toilet seat in the bathroom, kneeling down and removing your hands from your face.
You opened your eyes to see a man's face looking back at you, his features painted with worry and his body distanced enough away from you as to not upset you even more.
"Hey- hey. Its ok, what's wrong?" the boy asked, trying not to show how confused he was on how to deal with this situation. "Are you hurt?"
You shook your head quickly at his statement, your tears slowly coming to a halt as your vision became less blurry. You could now see his face more clearly. Fluffy dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, soft pink lips.
"Uh, um. Wait" He spoke, breaking eye contact with you for the first time since you entered the bathroom. He started frantically opening draws and cabinets, stopping when he found a box of tissues under the sink.
"Here" you looked between him and the box he was handing you before taking it in your hands, your fingers brushing past each other momentarily.
"Thank you, i-i promise I'm not this much of a mess all the time." You replied, earning a soft smile from the man. "It's ok, it happens to the best of us. Have you taken anything, or just drunk?" He asked delicately.
Rafe didn't understand what he was feeling at this moment. Because he'd never felt it before.
Sure he could be an asshole sometimes, He was rude and got into fights on occasion, and he had been known to make girls complete the walk of shame out of his room involuntarily after a big night out, but that didn't mean he would ever leave a clearly intoxicated girl alone at a frat party.
But this, this was different. He had to know what was wrong with you, and he had to fix it. Sure you were a mystery to him and only met you seconds ago, but he wasn't leaving until he knew you were safe and sound... and had given him your name.
"I don't drink- or, at least I didn't. This boy gave me something, it tasted weird. Then I got all dizzy and now- now I can't stop crying" You rambled, sighing softly and looking into his eyes.
He gazed back at you, running his tongue around his teeth before seemingly snapping out of the trance he was in. "Did you know the guy?" He huffed, obviously agitated with your reply as he ran his fingers through his hair.
You shook your head softly, a wave of sadness running through you because you couldn't give him the answer he wanted. Tears started running down your face again suddenly as you kept repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over again.
He lifted his thumb up to your cheek, softly brushing the tears away. "Hey it's okay, Don't worry. I'll keep you safe"
He didn't understand the feelings he was feeling, He had never craved to protect someone so much, He had never been this gentle in his whole life.
"What's your name?" he asked, distracting you to hopefully stop the flow of tears streaming down your face. He felt like if you didn't stop crying in the next minute, he was going to lose it.
You answered your name to him, earning a soft smile. "I'm Rafe, it's nice to meet you." He finished the sentence with your name, sending shivers down your spine.
"Liv" You gasped, making his head tilt in confusion before you shot up from your seat. "Wow, ma. Slow down, what do you mean?" Rafe replied, holding your hips to stop you from completely falling over. You sat back down quickly in defeat, your eyes wide with panic.
"Liv, I-I came here with my friend Liv. I'm gonna scare her. I need to find her." You gasped, your voice trembling as you spoke. "It's ok, We'll find her. Don't worry, it's ok." He repeated, desperate for your face to get back to your normal expression, aka, not struck with terror.
It was obvious to Rafe through the glaze cast over your eyes, the shaking from your hands and the drooping of your eyelids that someone had slipped something into your drink.
He had hosted enough parties at his fraternity to know what insecure, probably small dicked boys, not men, can do to women. And it revolted him.
"R-rafe. I'm gonna go to sleep now" You whispered, your body finally giving out before you could stop it, his arms quickly coming up to stabilize you before you toppled over.
He bit his lip as he tried to figure out what to do, pulling your body into his arms as you didn't even stir. He was scared. So scared.
He didn't know what you were given, how much you were given, what would happen after you woke up, if you even woke up at all.
He carried you up the stairs and into his bedroom, unlocking the door and locking it behind him again. His room was the only one with a lock in the whole house, because he was damned if he was going to walk in on random strangers having drunk sex on his bed.
He rested you softly on his bed, making sure your head was comfortably on his pillow and resting a blanket over your body after taking your heels off.
He looked at your sleeping form, your long eyelashes resting on your cheeks, your hair falling softly over your shoulders and your chest rising and falling with your breaths.
He looked at you one last time before leaving his room, ignoring every person greeting him as he made a beeline straight for the living room.
He scanned over the large crowd in the house, numerous people dancing, some making out, his frat brothers doing keg stands, and one very panicked girl going up to every stranger she sees.
Rafe took no time before walking straight to the girl in the middle of the dance floor, tapping her on the shoulder. She turns immediately to face Rafe, her face struck with confusion.
"Are you Liv?" Rafe asks, earning a confused nod from the girl in front of himâ I am! Have you seen my best friend anywhere? She's about yay height, really pretty, heart of gold, she kinda looks like that baby deer from that Disney movie, she's wearing this white dress and-"
Rafe stops her ramble with a quick nod causing her eyes to widen. "What? Where is she?"
"In my bed" Rafe replied, remembering he wasn't all that good with small talk. "What? What the fuck do you mean, in your bed? What did you do? I swear to god-"
"Ok, calm down. Someone gave her something. I found her in the bathroom sobbing before she passed out. I put her in my bed then came down here, end of story" He replied, starting to get slightly agitated.
The girl he now knows to be Liv quickly walks off, heading straight for upstairs where the bedrooms are. Rafe rolls his eyes before following swiftly behind her, though he's glad that there's someone out there other than him trying to protect his newfound soft spot.
Liv halts at all the bedrooms, looking expectantly at Rafe before he walks in front of her and opens his door. Liv immediately rushes to you, still passed out on Rafe's bed.
She sits next to you, tucking your hair behind your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead. "Of course, on the first party she goes to, some sick fuck roofies her and she ends up in Rafe Cameron's bed" Liv speaks, not taking her eyes off you.
"How do you know my name?" Rafe asks, not even bothering to look at the person he's talking to as he focuses on your chest rising and falling. "Ha, everyone knows who you are Rafe. And if I find out you had anything to do with her getting hurt, I'm gonna chop your dick off and feed it to you and make sure everyone on campus knows it"
It would be a lie to say Rafe wasn't slightly amused by your best friend's words, holding back his smile and keeping his face stern. "I would never do that shit. Especially not to her" Liv's eyebrow quirked in confusion at the last bit of his sentence.
She knows for a fact that you did not know Rafe Cameron before this night, let alone any frat boys. Liv could cry at the sight of your passed-out form, taking full blame and responsibility for the fact that you got hurt when she was meant to protect you.
She pulled her phone out from her purse, about to call an Uber back to the dorms for both of you. "No, I'll drive you" He stated, not leaving room for an argument
Liv nodded slowly before pulling the blanket off you, your body involuntarily starting to shiver from the cold air.
Rafe walked over to his closet, grabbing his warmest hoodie. Liv looked up at him as he raised your body softly, placing the hoodie over your head and softly lifting you up into his arms.
Rafe walked with Liv down to the road outside the fraternity house, receiving hundreds of stares from people in the crowd. But he didn't care, all he cared about was you.
He let Liv open the door to the backseat of his truck, allowing him to place you softly inside before Liv climbed in next to you, placing your head on her lap.
The ride was completely silent, barring Liv's directions to the dormitories, but she didn't miss the way he was constantly looking in the rearview mirror at you.
It didn't take long before Liv was leading the way to your dorm, Rafe trailing slowly behind with you in his arms.
She flicked the light on in your dorm, Rafe quickly knowing which bed was yours from the multiple stuffies and pink blankets. He lifted the covers before placing your head on the pillow once more, knowing Liv was going to get you changed before she slept.
"Thank you, Rafe, for looking out for her when I didn't" Liv said as Rafe walked to your door, nodding curtly in repose to her statement.
He gave you one last look before he walked out of your door, watching as Liv was about to shut the door on him after saying goodbye. Panicked he placed his foot in front of the door before it shut, forcing it open.
"C-can I get her number, please?"
#i feel like this has potential to be a series so lmk....#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#outer banks#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron fluff#rafe x reader#frat!rafe#frat!au
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pairing: dom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader
âŚsummary: Every time you and Chan meet again, you explore a new world of experiences, and this is especially true when he is very needy but shows it in his own way.
⥠genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, spanking, pet names (dreg too), dirty talk, teasing, clitplay, oral sex, face fucking, cum shoot, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, aftercare!
word count: 10.3k
masterlist - taglist
⥠songs: railway by bang chan / everyday by ariana grande / nothing without you by the weeknd
wenâs note: tysm for +3k notes in the first part, thatâs insane i luv yaa; edit: I lost all the written smut I had to rewrite it all, I was crying (real) edit two: im vibing now lmao
Everything looked better in Chanâs mind, after he had touched you twice which each time outweighed more and more the other, he believed for a moment that he would have it all, that everything would be from then on all about your sweet smell, nice dates, more quality time and just two stupidly tender people holding hands while walking around the campus, it was perfect, so perfect to be true that in reality it never happened that way.
After he dropped you off at your apartment, after the party and you tenderly and sweetly rested in his arms like he adored and wished it would happen every day, every day became hell for him, and he wasnât exaggerating-or maybe a little, but he needed you, now, like never before, and not just sexually, he wanted to be genuinely close to you, to hear you talk and see you smile next to him; Chan thought that after the party would be the perfect time to ask you out, so he foolishly waited for the most fitting and cute moment he would treasure forever, but that didn't happen.
You just said:
âSee you soon. Thanks.â
And you leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss on the lips that fascinated him and took him by surprise, because if he had expected it he would have taken you more passionately and tenderly in a real kiss, and you just said goodbye to him like that before walking into your apartment and leaving him rambling in the hallway. Chan had to visit his family because it was Sunday so you understood perfectly and offered to let him drop you off at your apartment, but he didnât want to leave you alone and if it were up to him he would already take you to meet his parents, he was feeling kind of intense with you, truly believing there was a huge fire between you, but decided to give you your space since you wanted to relax after your first club experience. Chan couldnât believe that maybe it was your first experience at all and he was giving it to you, it was driving him crazy. You talked by text, but he refused to ask you out via text having the opportunity to tell you in person while seeing your sweet face. But did he really have that chance?
Unfortunately that see you soon wasnât so soon. Chan was losing his mind, the first week he took it lightly, he had forgotten one thing you were very serious about, weeks of exams and heavier work, so he understood your aloofness, every time he approached you after class was over it was the same. âOh, Iâll go study with Sam, do you want to come?â âIâll be busy studying,â âI have a project due.â
Chan would reject the offer to go with your friends because he felt shy. He wished that somehow it could just be him and you, together. But he finally got up the courage to meet your friend, and one thing he noticed was that you really took college seriously. You ended up exhausted and quiet, and he could only see you and have you from afar because, due to his bad luck, he never found time alone with you.
He was fine. He was trying to convince himself of that, that soon you could be together and he would not distract you in something he knows is very important for you just because of his silly dream of living a romance with you, of being able to kiss you and touch you, he was not a high school kid anymore, he understood perfectly that both of you were studying your professional career for your future.
But weeks went by and he was getting crazy and tedious, he needed you, it was enough just to try you twice, now you were a drug for him and he couldn't do anything, he couldnât take you by the arm and take you to a place alone, separating you from your friend because he wanted to look like the sweet boy who was worth it when she was around.
At first it was sweet, when he sat next to you to supposedly study but didnât memorize a single term for thinking about you, Chan would play with his pencil, watching you deftly type on your laptop and gently rub the bridge of your nose freeing them for a few seconds from the grip of your glasses, while he imagined a lot of cheesy things, like those married couples who usually say they met in college, taking you shopping, walking on the beach with you, to take your mind off all the work you were doing and de-stress a little.
However, something in him changed slightly, his looks were heavier and more penetrating, almost eating you with his eyes because it was evident that you were awakening even his greatest fantasies. He wondered how you didn't notice.
You were doing so well, you were so focused on your studies that sometimes you forgot the presence of those around you, that you almost forgot Chan. After that encounter you didnât know what the next move was, you were a little scared so one of the perfect excuses was to always be busy, when in reality you cared so much about having so little experience. On the lonely nights, you wondered what if he wanted more -which you also wanted so badly- but he caught you being once again inexperienced, so besides physics you tried to study the great world of sex, reading and watching on the internet the perfect techniques, feeling insecure that maybe another college girl had already given him the best oral sex of his life and you were still scared.
Not only were the heavy and hectic exam weeks approaching, but Chan was starting to get busier with his soccer training so it wasnât now possible to see you as often, even though he was losing his mind, you both had to get on with your lives.
Chan was so desperate, that like a man in distress, he asked for advice from one of his best friends who he knew would take him seriously on the matter of being genuinely interested in you.
âYou fucked her and you havenât asked her out on a date? Fuck off man, maybe sheâll think you definitely didnât take her seriously.â
âOkay, you were supposed to help me Changbin, what the fuck was that?â
âIâm just telling the truth. Why did you wait so long? Even a simple dinner after your study sessions or something.â
âBut I want it to be cuter and more perfect than that, plus I still keep her close and text her every day, she should know Iâm serious.â
His friend softly shook his head.
âAnd why do you keep your distance, huh? Even the smallest, most improvised thing will be the most romantic thing when thereâs something between you, stop being controlling for a moment.â
Chan laughed softly, continuing his walk around the campus.
âSeo Changbin, quite the romanticâ Chan joked looking at him with a mischievous smile, âSince when are you an expert? Last I heard you are absolutely bitchless.â
Changbin raised his shoulders first feeling a compliment and then an attack, âHey! fuck you, man, Iâll make my move with Chaeryeong soon, I swearâ he joked, taking a drink of his water and suddenly pointing to the front. âHey, isnât that Y/n?â Chan looked at once to where his friend pointed, âWhoâs she with?â
Chanâs smile collapsed in seconds and his mature ideology of leaving you and giving you your space ended when he saw you in the distance smiling shyly at a boy as you both sat on the grass under a tree.
âIâll go talk to her. Iâll see you back at the houseâ Chan coldly warned Changbin to approach you without taking his eyes off you for a second.
Chanâs thoughts began to cloud over⌠why was a guy out of nowhere approaching you? Almost a month of not being able to be alone with you because you were creating excuses of which didnât discourage him for a moment because Chan felt and saw in you that you still wanted to have him around⌠for a stranger to be sweetly sitting next to you as if you were about to have a nice picnic. Please be a gay guy, Chan thought internally.
You both immediately felt Chanâs presence in front of you, you felt something tender and sweet knowing it was him, you smiled being happy to see himâŚ. but it was inevitable not to see him completely from that angle, you were sitting on the floor and he was in front of you, wearing comfortable and sporty clothes, from head to toe, every garment was black, sneakers, socks, his shorts and his black sleeveless shirt tight to his muscular body, his arms looked more toned, with his visible veins and his pale shoulders and neck shined slightly covered in his sweat; his big pectorals stood out as he had across his body his backpack. You tried to hide with a tender smile how incredibly turned on you were getting watching him from below with his perfect body and handsome sweaty face. You knew his schedule perfectly, he had just left the gym.
âHey, Chan.â
âHey,â he waved his hand in a fake high-pitched tone, âI was already on my way home so I was passing by the campus but I saw you.â
You let out a nervous giggle, quickly glancing back at his body, he looked so good. He put his hands on his hips and you appreciated his arms and fingers moreâŚ. his long veiny fingers, you needed him all of a sudden, watching porn at night trying to study a little about sex, which you knew wasnât the most viable and the most true, it only made you arouse your sexual desire more, and more towards Chan, one of the best-looking guys in college and you could have him to yourself, you hadnât been touched in weeks, you hadnât had a nice interaction with him in a while, you needed him and missed him, you thought about it all the time but seeing him just like this unleashed in you a voracious appetite to have him.
âAh, you just got out of the gym, right?â
He nodded, âAnd Sam?â
âAh, sheâs not here because Iâm on my tutoring time.â
Chan ran his tongue along his cavity, annoyed. Thinking it was unbelievable that every time he was with you your friend was there but just now she was letting you have alone time but with another guy.
âOh, I see. We havenât met⌠Iâm Bang Chan, by the way,â Chan addressed the guy to the side of you.
Chan got angrier that he couldnât say anything else, that he couldnât assert authority by introducing himself since there was nothing else to say, you and him were still friends and he couldnât claim you as his girlfriend. He was jealous. Besides that the guy was an attractive guy, with straight black hair, a manly young face, pretty eyes, and a pronounced cute nose.
âYang Jeongin.â
Jeongin watched Chan, intimidated and was surprised to see the confidence in which a very popular guy in a fraternity would approach you as he never believed you had that kind of friendships, he thought you were a pretty, sweet and tender girl studying physics, shy and nerdy.
âOh, heâs a year younger than us, Iâm teaching him a little.â
âOutside, like having a picnic? Why not in the study hall?â interrupted Chan, obviously annoyed.
His tone of voice shook you, he looked so attractive when it was obvious he was jealous. It was obvious that the two of you wanted each other intensely, why wait so long to meet again?
âJeongin suggested lying in the grass for a bit, breathe some airâŚâ you said somewhat shyly, looking into his dark, narrowed eyes.
You needed to touch that grass, how horny you were getting just looking at him wasnât healthy. You wanted his cock in your mouth, you thought it must feel so good there.
âOh, so you do whatever Jeongin suggests now?â he mumbled to himself, âIâll see you later, okay? Donât go home so late and anything, call me, please. Let me know when youâre home.â
Chan gave you a tender smile and delicately untangled your hair by passing it amicably over your head. You turned your head to watch him leave and hoped he wasnât angry⌠besides one thing he would do would be to stay with you until Jeongin left. You sighed, you needed him and that friendly gesture only confused you more.
[âŚ]
And without realizing it, time passed incredibly fast. A month had passed since the last time Chan had touched you, the last time the two of you shared something as intimate as a kiss or a hug. You were coping well, as you remembered him when you came home tired to your apartment and faintly thought about him until you fell asleep, but he was getting more and more desperate, he was finally dying to talk to you but somehow you were appearing less and less in his life.
You were still tutoring Jeongin two days a week - and earning money for it. Still Chan kept a close eye on him, as it was obvious that the boy was showing signs of a crush on you.
And you knew exactly that it had been a month because you were so preciously treasuring the date when you finally had sex. So for the first time you got a little distracted from class and saw him in the distance, his manly presence and beautifully sculpted side profile, you bit your lip, thinking that you should be the one to approach him now because you needed him and you couldnât wait any longer.
When the class was over you wanted to go after him right away with no plan other than to talk to him, but he had already gone ahead in leaving the place, losing sight of him and leaving you with a strange feeling. Still, that didnât discourage you, you would go looking for him later, so you had a plan. Finally the afternoon came, you knew the time when he finished his soccer practice, so you decided to surprise him by showing up there.
You felt strange, alone near the bleachers in the soccer field area, you bit your lip looking for Chan, and doubted if it would have been better to send him a message to know if he would be there.
Chan was just finishing his practice when he spotted you in the distance, a huge smile forming on his face. You felt strange, like all the little things you didn't experience in high school you were doing it now, like waiting for the cute guy after his soccer practice, but it was a thousand times better, at least now because the heavy projects, exams, and stressful life of a college student is not ideal, but it was better because you were both adults, Chan was all man who knew exactly what to do and the best part, you lived all alone, you had all the autonomy of your place, so that was exactly your plan, to invite him to your apartment to have some alone time again.
You saw him approach you and for a second you never thought you would be that kind of girl⌠but you were for Chan and it was worth it, he was cute with you by message and in real life.
âHey thereâ Chan greeted you, surprising you and putting you in a good mood.
Once again, he was slightly drenched in sweat, making you nervous at how good he looked even like that, with his forehead vein popping. He was pleased and surprised to see you there, you wore a tender smile and shy presence so he deduced that it was a good thing, that the idea made him blush.
âHey, Chan⌠what are you doing tomorrow?â
He was slightly out of breath, âYou came all this way to find out?â he played a little, âTomorrow? Iâll have the game, you have to come, remember?â he said without thinking and then he read your expression and how your slight intentions were off, so now he said more concerned, âOh, but why? What's wrong?â
He suddenly feared that he had made a mistake, for the first time you showed up there near his space and he was not available, Chan reproached himself for his answer, but it was true that he could not miss the game, but if it was that you wanted to see him then he could dedicate the day before and after the event to you.
You didnât want it to end like that, not all of a sudden, just resigning yourself. After all, you and Chan needed a very good reward for all the time you didnât get to spend together, feeling each otherâs touch, it was time to help each other and release the stress of the frustrating past weeks.
âAh, yes yes yes. The game, Iâll be there. And what are you doing todayâŚ? Do you want to see a movie, have dinner, and stay at my place?â you mentioned the last sentence looking him in the eyes and almost seductively whispering the invitation.
It was Friday. For the first time, you postponed a project, all to spend more time with him. Chan raised his eyebrows and his smile widened. Wanting to think that there was a hidden message there and he just deciphered it. He was going to have you tonight and every hair on him rose in excitement.
âAw⌠youâre inviting me to a sleepover?â he played, flirtatiously, slowly moving closer to you.
You nodded, shyly, âBut bring your pajamas.â
He snickered.
âI will,â he replied, taking you after so long, by your waist, raising Chan's mood inexplicably at finally having you close, âDo you want me to pick up dinner when I go?â
He didnât even know what he was talking about, he just wanted to have excuses to create time and hold your waist longer.
You shook your head, âNo, letâs order when youâre at my placeâ you whispered, lost in him, you wanted to kiss him, so, so, so bad.
âItâs okay. How about if,â Chan checked his Apple watch for a second, âI get to your house at 7? Iâll go take a shower and be on my way.â
You nodded, humming in approval.
âOkay, baby⌠I see you, thenâ he whispered to you, both of you without the slightest intention of separating and creating tension.
But you played with him a little, waving goodbye and breaking the tension, you'd be about to see him.
For him, every second together, even with people around, was special, and he treasured it. But nothing compared to finally having your alone time, just you and him and whatever the night brings.
[âŚ]
You were almost wandering around your apartment, thinking that everything is in order and you just kept wandering with uncertainty if what you had planned would work out or if it was a good thing to do, you looked down at your outfit, biting your lips a little nervously and before you could change your mind absolutely, the loud knock on your door almost startled you. Yes, you had given Chan absolute access to your apartment and yes, your plan was to act a little differently.
You mentally braced yourself before opening the door and just as you grabbed for your doorknob, you felt a little itch on the bridge of your nose, completely remembering that you were still wearing your glasses with your whole face with makeup on, you were supposed to wear your contacts but you were so used to the feeling of glasses in your eyes that you sometimes forgot they were there.
Finally, you opened it, leaving Chan breathless just like the last time, a little over a month ago, when he saw you wearing that tight black dress exactly standing behind your door frame, but this time you were wearing a tight and cute pink corset with a tight and tiny miniskirt and, your dirty little secret, was that you werenât wearing anything underneath this one.
âWow, you look⌠beautiful. Whatâs the occasion? Were you expecting us to go out somewhere?â he spoke, engrossed, looking you up and down.
You looked at Chan, you had no words to describe how much you liked him and how great he looked.
âNot really⌠I just wanted to dress like thisâ you replied letting it go, âDo you like it? Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything?â
âI love itâ he replied, licking his lips and taking shy steps to the couch in your living room, âMmm⌠a coke, itâs okay if you have any or just water.â
Chan left his bag in your foyer. You blushed. You could see his face and hear his soft tone perfectly as he complimented you. Chan almost trembled in nervousness. Seeing you like that just made him shy somehow. Finally being alone, not having touched you, and seeing you wearing something so sexy and provocative that he wasnât even remotely used to seeing you wear didnât help him much. He was getting more and more unhinged, but he had to play it cool.
He followed your walk to the kitchen with his gaze, looking slightly cheeky at your silhouette until he lost sight of you and he came across something so dazzling that he let out a soft sigh, the small sight of your bare bottom that barely covered that skirt as you swayed your hips. Chan stretched his arms out towards the couch, licking his lips again this time biting his tongue a little and returning his gaze to the front⌠thinking that seeing you like this could only have one reason - or at least he was looking forward to it - you were looking to seduce him that night, you were looking for his touch and for more sweet sex after so much; plus his dirty, dark thoughts were triggered by visualizing the image of you wearing tiny panties, a thong, or not wearing anything⌠or why your ass was exquisitely exposed, at least a small part of it. Chan loved it, loved the little seconds he saw of your ass that drove him crazy, he wanted to aggressively squeeze your skin with passion, making it red.
While you were only focused on one thing, act bolder, bolder, bolder, you wanted to drop the shyness for once and for all, you wanted to take Chan and have him do it too, you wanted to feel that spark between the two of you again and have him give you constant affirmation that what you feel is mutual and exclusive, you wanted him for yourself, you couldnât take it anymore.
Walking without your panties on and approaching him to initiate something obviously more risquĂŠ, hot and sexual, was one of the bold moves you could think of, besides putting on a tight top that accentuated your figure, you wanted to be obvious, but none too much, but you hoped he would understand within seconds. You felt your folds slightly damp with every step you took and it was all thanks to Chan, who looked exquisite in his jeans, white shirt and thin denim jacket.
You bit your lip and gently plopped down on your couch dangerously close to him, handed him the can drink and turned your body, leaning your arm on the couch back and your bare thighs brushing against his, almost with your knees on top of them.
âSo⌠any chance you can win the game tomorrow?â you commented somewhat amused to break the silence and the obvious sexual tension.
Chanâs gaze traveled from your thighs to your notorious chest through the corset to come to a fixed point on your face, killing him with tenderness as your radiant, sweet face, still wearing your glasses, made you look like a tender, sexy smart girl, which he was sure couldnât be more true.
âOf course, we will win! Why do you say that? Hey, youâll be thereâ he jokingly replied.
You laughed softly and watched his long fingers open the can, holding it up to take a sip of his soda. His strong neckâyou needed him.
âMmm⌠itâs just that we havenât seen each other in so long," you added somewhat detachedly, engrossed in Chan. âwell, weâve seen each other often, but I guess it wasnât the same, you know?â
Chan pressed his lips together, wiping any trace of the fizzy drink from his lips, and stared at you, his right hand held the can and with the fingertips of his other hand he began to gently trace random shapes on your thigh, delighting himself with your smooth texture.
âI understand perfectlyâŚ. we havenât had this time alone, but all because of exam week, I know. How did it go, sweetheart?â he whispered, almost breathless and beginning to seduce you with every part of him, his voice, his gaze, everything.
You let yourself be carried away seconds by his touch before responding the same way he did.
âAh, you know, Iâve been doing well, but itâs kind of stressful.â
âDonât push yourself too hard, honeyâŚâ
You blushed again, more so when he spoke to you like that, seductively but with slight concern, over all.
âI knowâ you continued speaking softly, tilting your head and looking into his dark brown eyes. âBut I need the scholarship, living alone near the college area is expensive.â
Chan gave you a half smile, slowly bringing his fine brushes up.
âAw, baby, that thing about you not having a roommate doesnât sit well with me. Let me be your roommateâŚâ
You laughed, âYouâre crazyâ you lifted your arm to play a little with his jacket on his shoulder. âIâd love to, but my dad would kill me, plus you have to give up your fraternity, arenât you the leader and you have a pact or something?â
He smiled and set the can down on the coffee table.
âWould you like me to live with you?â you nodded not thinking clearly, just thinking that having him around every day would be a dream. âSoâŚ? I can quit, theyâll put Hyunjin in my placeâ he played a little, still taking full advantage of the tension created.
You made an amused expression.
âHyunjin? Heâs not frat boy material, heâll die on day one.â
The distance was getting closer and closer between the two of you, and you could feel the breathing of both. Chan ran his tongue around the inside of his lips in amusement.
âHuh, what does that mean? That Iâm just a frat boy to you?â
You looked at him for a few seconds that seemed long, you analyzed every part of his face and being inches away from each other didnât help anything but create more tension. You knew he was only joking with you, still, you replied seriously as you were seriously admiring him.
âNo⌠of course youâre not just that. Youâre much more than that⌠Iâm sorry⌠that Iâve strayed a bitâŚâ
He sighed, losing his sanity with every passing second, turned his body a little and put his arm gently over yours to play with your loose hair.
âItâs okay, I understand, honey, college is very important for you.â
But so was he and you couldnât believe you completely brushed him aside. It was your time to remedy that.
âSo... how about you, how were the exam weeks?â
âGood,â he replied simply. âTired, stressful. I may need a little help for the next exams.â
Now he dropped his hand all the way down to your thigh, stroking it almost to your area, putting it under your tiny garment and squeezing your skin.
You both couldnât stand it a second longer.
It was your chance to step up and act bolder.
âMmm... you know I can help you...â
You whispered, his gentle hand squeezing your thigh and seeking even deeper into your sensitive spot. But in one deft movement, you sat gently on his lap, surprising him completely. Chan watched your expression, still with a hint of shyness on your characteristically tender face... but he noticed that there was something completely noticeably different about you, a soft, mischievous smile, beautifully heavy breathing and a lustful gaze begging for more and more.
When his confusion vanished from him, a smile formed and he enjoyed the weight of your body on his lap and began to caress your body.
âOf course, you know how to help me. Smart girlâ he murmured close to your lips.
You felt his fresh breath and his big hands run over your waist all the way down to your thighs.
He knew then that you were the mastermind of this little plan, of summoning him there, of dressing provocatively to drive him crazy and of being the one to approach him. He loved it, found it adorable and so damn hot he was still softly hard.
âI missed you, hunâ he whispered, taking you by the chin.
You smiled at him and enjoyed every second of what you anticipated the obvious that your heart began to race.
You thought a soft âme tooâ but couldnât say it out loud and just leaned in to kiss him.
Chan was surprised each time but accepted it and received your lips sweetly. Finally, after so long, you were enjoying each other.
Your lips met softly, in a delicate act of delighting in the sensation and movements of each otherâs mouth, as if you were trying to remember every particle of that soft and delicate muscle. You adored Chanâs lips and kisses. You loved having him close, as did he, in which he enjoyed the warmth of your body on his and your velvety lips painted in soft lipstick.
Chan held your face and squeezed your thigh letting himself go, lost in the sensation of something he longed for and desired so much.
Your hands also went to his face, letting your fingers rest on his soft jaw that moved as he kissed you.
And being out of breath, you parted only short seconds, almost nonexistent centimeters only for you to whisper between his lips in amusement:
âThis is the kind of help you need?â
Chan laughed softly, squeezed your thigh tighter, and moved further across to take your lips again, this time faster, frantic and desperate, his restless tongue struggling to find yours, his soft, fluffy lips sensually sucking at your mouth, you kept pace with him and you both released that deep frustration in your being, the abstinence, and desperation for both of you.
You both needed each other, the connection was irremediable. You were making him more and more excited and for you, having his strong and big body close to yours was making you crazy, his hands on you, his nose bumping against your face, your glasses slipping off, you were getting that aching and throbbing sensation in your sensitive clit that only Chan could achieve in you, your folds were wet, sticky, you were making a mess with only his passionate kisses.
It was inevitable for Chan not to start getting completely hard as he was feeling the intensity with which you were responding to him and he was understanding perfectly the situation that you both would let something sexual happen. You, on the other hand, felt his erection bump against your ass as you were sitting right on top of him, you wanted him so badly that almost by reflex you began to move gently to feel his hard cock between the denim of his jeans, causing a soft gasp to come from his lips in between the kiss. Chan continued to stroke your thigh until he reached under your tiny skirt looking to play with your panties, but to his surprise, he found the fine touch of only your skin, you were not wearing panties and the thought made his cock throb.
âMmm, fuck baby, youâre not wearing pantiesâ he murmured sultrily between your lips, finding a way to abruptly spread your legs apart to pinch and rub your clit. âLike youâre getting your little pussy ready for me to play with.â
You blushed and yet you didnât stop moving gently on him, you parted but were still with your faces pressed together, feeling each otherâs agitated breathing, Chan bit his lip, running his fingers over your soft vaginal lips, letting them enfold your wetness without abandoning the tantalizing movements on your clit with his thumb.
You were so aroused, moaning softly at finally being touched in your much-needed area, you turned your face letting your cheek brush against his nose, and admired his strong veiny arm getting lost in your core; you were flailing and increasingly making a mess but you wanted to act bolder, you wanted to make up for all the times you couldnât do it and felt you were pushing him away, so you wanted to be the one to take a little initiative and not get completely carried away with something Chan was starting.
âCh-chan, I want to make you feel goodâŚâ you whimpered.
âAnd you do honey, donât you? I love playing with your pussyâ he whispered in your ear, this time with his fingertips superficially teasing your entrance. âDonât you like it? God, youâre so fucking wet already.â
âYes-yes, I do like it.â
âYouâve been stressed, let me take care of you, sweetie.â
Chan was beginning to tease you, his fingers not fully entering all the way to your sweet spot, his thumb tantalizing your clit, you were hopelessly desperate for something stronger, but you didnât want him to do all the work.
You turned to see him again, his face was focused, his gaze dark and bright with desire; this was your chance, you had to act and stop being shy, do exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was also to provoke him a little. You smiled at him shyly but mischievously, you stirred and found a way to get out of his touch to quickly turn your body, turning your back to him, you held onto his knees and with your red face covered in slight embarrassment but lost in sexual desire, you began to move your hips, slowly and sensually over his crotch. Chan was completely surprised, but he let himself go, realizing your little attempts driving him crazy. Something in him was starting to take over, he found it so hot but tender the way you were surprising him more and more, and suddenly the immense and incredible desire to possess your body, to have you panting and exhausted asking for more.
Chan caressed your back, enjoying the pornographic sight of having your appetizing ass, half-visible through your short skirt, grinding on his cock; he bit his lip and in a desperate move roughly lifted your entire skirt to leave visible your ass and a small part of your exposed labia brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. You gasped, shaking your head and getting impatient, the rough fabric put a tingle in your core and every inch of you that was hard to breathe, you felt the stays of your corset tighten your skin, you longed to fuck him all at once.
âAw, baby girlâs putting on a show, look at you, like a big girl, fuck, yes, keep doing it, babyâ Chan moaned smugly with a rough voice and a cocky grin on his face that you couldnât appreciate, âYou want to make me cum like this, donât you, baby doll?â
You didnât answer, your mind was occupied with the friction in your pussy that lightly battered your core. Your body burned with pleasure and slight embarrassment, you were adjusting to this new version of you but it was comforting to hear Chan's soft gasps and grunts indicating he was enjoying it. Grinding, a tiny lap dance, it was all new to you but you were making your mess in his cloth, pressing your pussy hard on him, managing to stimulate yourself more and more as Chan was having the fucking time of his life. He pulled his hands away from you for a second and watched your hips and ass move, fantasizing about having your pussy around his cock and you riding him exactly with that delicious sequence of movements.
Chan caressed your ass, going to his mind how beautiful it looked, so docile and submissive going in back and forth over his crotch, he squeezed your skin and the incredible desire to dominate you came back to him, like a strong, desperate charge in him. Chan held your hips tightly, lifting your body and forcing you to stop.
âStay stillâ he ordered in his harsh voice, he delicately ran a finger between your folds drawing a sigh from you and began to caress your buttocks, âYour skin is so soft, princessâŚâ he squeezed your ass, âI love your ass, it's so cute⌠and easy to markâŚ.. I know you're a good girl and can take them all.â
And unexpectedly, your first spanking, made you squeal and flinch in shock.
âYou like it don't you, huh? Who knew that the smartest little girl of the class is actually a little whore who enjoys being spanked.â
And Chan continued, spanking you 10 times in all, fascinated with the idea of being the only one who could fucked you up like that, from the sight of your red ass with his hand imprinted on your skin. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, clutching at his knees, you couldn't even stop him, you had loved it, your whimpers and the sound of your skin being pounded filling your apartment, but your ass burned in pain, each spanking had been more intense than the other that you began to tear up slightly, almost like your pussy, wetting the inside of your thighs.
Chan grabbed your hips again, pulling you roughly against his lap again, you moaned at the friction on your ass. You whimpered a soft fuck.
âKeep grinding my cock, baby girl, give me a little show with your beautiful red ass.â
You kept doing it, not sure who could cum first, you wanted to but you were only overstimulating yourself and making your labia more sensitive with the constant friction. You adjusted your glasses and thought about how desperately you needed him so in one swift movement you turned your body, bringing your hands to the buttons of his pants, taking him by surprise.
âWhat are you doing, princess? Who let you boss yourself around?â
You looked into his eyes and he managed to intimidate you, something about him was so different from the last few times you'd done it, he was making you nervously excited, making your legs tremble. Chan leaned his body, getting closer to you and a smug smile formed on his face as your eyes looked shiny, your cheeks red and your makeup a little messed up. Messed up just how he wanted to have you tonight. You stood still, your hands in the waistband of his jeans; you swallowed nervously and with some embarrassment, you wanted to express your whole truth:
âI want to⌠feel youâ you said in a trembling voice and retracted in seconds, remembering that you were going to leave your shyness behind, âI need you, Chan. I want to feel your cock, I want to fuck you.â
You sounded not needy but sincere and excited, your voice deepening, surprising your lover. Chan bit his lip, never believing you would say that sort of thing, as if the words cock and fuck were taboo coming out of your mouth, dirty and improper; his cock throbbed hard again, finding your dark lustful gaze behind your glasses fucking hot, making him uncontrollably horny to hear you talk like that no matter how immature it sounded⌠you were his sweet, tender, studious girl, now talking about how much you wanted his cock. It was one of his dirty dreams.
âThen come and get exactly what you want like a bad girl getting away with it.â
You blinked somewhat uncertainly, but with a mischievous smile you pulled down his pants and underwear with a little of his help until they were down to his calves. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his well-erect cock, twitching as if it had a life of its own, you were scared and excited, thinking it even looked bigger since the last time you fucked. Chan groaned, feeling the release of his aching cock and the sound of him made you look into his eyes, his perfect slitted eyes radiating desire and his countenance and complexion exuding dominance and control. Before you could act, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto his lap.
âMake you cum on my cock, princessâ his cock lightly pressed against his abdomen, throbbing in pleasure, you looked up at him, accepting your fate and thinking you were going to fuck him like that so you took his length, settling him at your entrance, but he stopped you, âNot like that, not yet, grind on it until you cum like the little slut you're behaving.â
You watched him from the arc of your glasses and positioned his thick cock between your folds, filling them completely, finally bringing the two warm sexes together which caused more than one sigh from both of you.
âOh Chanâ you whimpered and held onto his strong, broad shoulders.
You felt his length on your slick labia, opening your folds wide and rubbing your clit, grinding your wet sex hard against his until you felt every pulsation, it felt so good sliding in that you were making a mess again, this time you were more breathless, panting and feeling your orgasm close. You were eager, agitated and beginning to see stars; you looked down, your pussy hugging his veiny cock, playing with the sensitivity of his skin, his handsome manly face in pleasure as he babbled leaning back on the couch, his hands were on your hips, and you closed your eyes every now and then pushing yourself over the edge.
âAw, baby, come on, you're going to cum on my cock? Do you like it? Tell me when you're about to cum.â
You gasped loudly in response, it was more than obvious, that what started as slow, sensual movements enjoying every second of the act turned into something faster, frantic, and desperate, looking for the release of your orgasm. Chan felt close as you began to move rapidly into him.
âCh-channie, I'm about to, to⌠ah.â
âC'mon you can do it, hun, fuck, I'm close too.â
You panted, burying your hands in his shoulders, sighing heavily until you puffed out your chest and pressed them against your tight corset, when then you felt the intense release that made you embrace him, breathing in his scent as your lower half reacted violently making a mess and twitching its muscles in desperation. Chan cum almost at the same time as you did, making it filthy poetic, covering your folds and your couch in his semen, you experienced his restless cock collapsing in you and Chan cursing as he painfully felt each release spurting out of him after he had held it long enough.
You were both agitated, you were recovering but you were sure that your night was not going to end there. While you were still with your body leaning on his, Chan suddenly unzipped your corset, you pulled away from him to look at him and he was already sliding the garment down your arms to remove it and you let him do it, leaving you with your hard nipples and bare breast. He bit his lower lip beginning to caress them again entering your endless cycle of pleasure, it had been so long without having each other that you were both aware that your first orgasm was just almost a little warm-up, but you were so aroused by the intensity of it even though it wasn't the main act. Chan leaned close to your ear, whispering:
âStand up, now.â
Tired, you obeyed him without a second thought, Chan did the same; you smiled happily at him, finding him adorable, despite being in the dirty act, his countenance and the fact that you were together enjoying each other was lovely, so you impulsively sought his lips, wanting to feel him again, you did so for a few short seconds but he didn't follow your act and instead surprised you with his hand on the back of your neck tugging your hair slightly to pull you away from him.
âYou think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you've been acting⌠from the moment I got here⌠walking around with no underwear on⌠I think you've been a very, very bad girl.â
You watched him, his arm holding your hair looked so appealing and his kind of behavior excited every part of you, as if he wanted to assert authority and you were about to give in completely. You liked this Chan and you were just hoping for more intense sex by continuing to be treated like this.
âI just⌠wanted to stop being shy, like you said. Being a bad girl is asking for your cock?â you played, looking at him with big, bright eyes in false innocence.
His cock throbbed again, you were hitting him right in his most sensitive spot, your sweet naivety and innocence, it was obvious now you wanted to experience something harder and he was about to give it to you.
âI hope you know how bad girls are treated, provocative little sluts like you⌠they are treated for exactly what they are. On your knees now.â
Chan had fantasized about his cock in your mouth so many times that today was the perfect occasion when you were both needy and open to so many things because of the abstinence you had. Just when it was obvious you wanted to be used and he couldn't miss the opportunity.
You played with his shirt before getting on your knees, indicating that you wanted him to remove his clothes and he understood your subtle message, taking off his jacket and shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his muscular abdomen and erect cock in front of your face once you were on your knees. Your heart pounded.
âTake it all, little slut, use it like you know how, I want to fill your whole mouth with meâ Chan moaned, watching you from above, taking your hair in a fist.
You had stopped being brave for a second and rose to look at him as you held his erection. He read your docile expression, your bright eyes in a gaze he knew well and adored with a mad passion, your look of uncertainty and innocence.
âTake it, baby girl, use your mouth and hands. You'll do fine.â
Chan smiled, grabbing his erection and running it down your cheek and around your lips. You stuck out your tongue, tasting his pink glans, running your tongue around his opening to taste every drop of his previous cum and his oozing pre cum, as if you were scooping a delicious ice cream. His taste and sensation filled every inch of you and with a little more confidence, you licked his entire warm, pulsating, wet length, still having room to feel him between your hands and stroke his cock. You were so excited and thrilled to explore absolutely everything about oral sex that you did your best to wrap your lips over his member to have absolutely the whole experience, you licked and licked, following his veins around it, reveling in the pulsing sensation of his needy sex and the gasps of an also needy Chan.
âThat's right, baby, you're doing great, fu-fuck, play with my balls a little tooâ Chan whimpered.
Your ears twitched, almost thinking, oh, I'd forgotten and your hands massaged his sensitive soft testicles, not sure what you were doing but you licked them a little as you'd seen it was something that could be done, earning you from Chan a muffled moan and throwing his head back.
âFuck, you're a naughty girl. Now put it in your mouth, come on, baby girl. Open your mouth.â
You salivated at his thick, raspy voice and did just as he commanded, his length filling your cavity and rubbing against the inside of your cheeks. You gasped with your mouth full, it felt so good in a way. In and out of you, enveloping your tongue and lips. Chan watched you, your gaze behind those glasses, your delicate mouth filled with his member were taking him to heaven, like never before, in a way it looked so dirty coming from you, on your knees with your breasts exposed and your mouth drooling and hands occupied with his big cock, Chan wanted to treasure the moment forever, besides the sensation that rocked the deepest in him, it was the best oral sex he had ever had and all because it was you giving it to him. You held onto his thighs, caressed his pubic skin and brought your hand up to touch his abs a little. Chan guided you gently, pushing your head and you found the perfect rhythm, bobbing your head, it was hot the first few moments, but desperately hot the next, your nose and eyes started to get sensitive, your jaw ached but it was worth every second.
Chan loved the slight imperfection of your act, but stopped being soft and tender as he said to you:
âI'm going to fuck your throat until it hurts to talk, baby girl.â
He started thrusting, you didn't even get a chance to whine fighting that it was too big, when he answered himself.
âYou can take it, you can do it-fuck.â
His erection was reaching further and further down your throat, it brushed your uvula and for a second you felt embarrassed for your gag reflex but he continued to thrust until he reached a point you didn't think possible in your throat. You watched him, your eyes begging for mercy but he took no pity on you and began to fuck your throat and mouth, ramming you until you were sore. You squeezed your legs together, feeling your fluids slipping from how uncontrollably aroused you were. It felt so good, so wrong, your poor mouth being abused your first time. Chan grunted and whimpered, turning him on the image of you struggling with his big cock.
âFuck, you're taking it so good. I'm about to cumâ a high pitched moan escaped his lips, âYes, yes-yes-yes- fuckâ he began to babble.
Tears began to flow out of you again⌠thinking if it was that desperate and hot your pussy felt on its own. You could taste his orgasm, his pumping cock getting closer and closer until he cummed in your mouth, choking you a little once again. Chan grunted loudly, putting his head back and returned to pull his cock out of your mouth and messily left shots of his cum on your face. You took a deep breath and not knowing what exactly to do you swallowed heavily his cum and smiled proudly.
âFuck, baby girl, did you swallow it? Good girl. Look at you.â
Chan stroked your already tousled hair, pushing the stuck hair away from your forehead by your light layer of released sweat. He took his cock in his other hand and kept rubbing it on your face, proud to have left you in such a state. Needy, messed up with cum on your sweet face.
âGood girl. Come here, sit on the couch, it's your turn.â
You nodded and obeyed him with a silly, deluded smile on your face, you were happy to please him and felt the night had no end. Chan now undressed himself, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear and got down on his knees in front of you, he removed your skirt, leaving you vulnerable and naked, for the first time in front of him.
âYou are beautiful. I want to make you mineâ he whispered.
He moved closer to your face, you playfully bit your lip, from every angle and distance he was so attractive to you that, still delusional you held his face in your hands as he tentatively kissed you, his hand again playing with your pussy. His lips moved down and you caressed the curls of his hair as he did the same act he did the first time you were together, sizzling kisses down your body until he reached your sensitive cunt. He feasted on your breasts and nipples before he got down there and kissed your skin and clit, driving you wild.
âUse your words, little girl, what do you want now?â he asked, his hands squeezing your thigh, his breath on your pussy.
You didn't think about it, âChan, pleaseâŚeat my-pussy. I need it.â
âYou need it?â he chuckled softly.
He admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy, it was going to be a pleasure to taste you, and he adored it. He slapped moderately hard on your vulva making it more flushed, flinching you and finally, his lips encircled your pubis and part of your labia to suck exquisitely on your clit. You moaned, still stroking his hair.
âMmm, Channie-â
You lost your mind as soon as he rubbed his face on your clit, shaking his head. This time he focused on your sensitive spot, playing with your folds, spreading and joining them in constant motion stimulating you while his mouth and tongue tortured your clit, biting, sucking, and teasing it with movements with the tip of his tongue, staring at you as he made you lose your mind.
You arched your back, Chan knew you were close, he stroked your clit with his finger and lowered his mouth to the rest of your vulva making you whimper, sloppy licks with his thick, warm, naughty tongue across your labia, sucking them until he reached your throbbing entrance. You were so close again and Chan began to penetrate you with his tongue, pressing his nose into another sweet spot of yours in the process. You babbled his name in a desperate search to climax your ecstasy.
âCum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, baby-make a messâ his voice vibrated in your core and earned with it the intense mess of your orgasm.
Chan licked your orgasm, making you shudder. You were tired, your limbs trembling. The excitement was already a pleasurable burden on your body and with Chan, there was still no end to it.
âYour pussy is so swollen and beautiful baby girl, it's all ready for me to fuck you.â
You looked him in the eye and didn't protest, âCome on,â he gasped as he carried you and you let yourself be hold by him to your bed to lay your naked body on it.
You were hoping for the best, to finally be filled by him, even though you knew it was going to hurt because of his size, the feeling was hotly indescribable, it was what you wanted all along, to be fucked by him. The foreplay had been intense, your body was already tired but you thought you were ready for the last act. Chan positioned himself, stroking his erect cock and leaned down, his thumb wiping the rest of cum on your face, then sliding and inserting his finger into your mouth.
You needed him now. Your mind forgot about the existence of condoms in your drawer, you wanted Chan to fuck you at once. Chan smiled, his lips glistening for your orgasm.
He pulled his finger away from your mouth and sweetly took your lips, tasting a bit of the other and gradually raised the tone of the kiss until he left you breathless with your lips swollen, begging for more of the feel of his lips with yours.
âI'll make you mine, my cum in your mouth and everywhere. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy up, baby.â
Your body trembled in excitement, you couldn't resist it anymore, and you almost begged in supplication, following his game.
âChan, please fuck me I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me so bad.â
He went back to playing with his thumb around your mouth.
âLook at you, baby girl, begging and saying please when I'm going to fuck you hard. Break you in two. I won't be gentle.â
He sentenced, fulfilling his words and ramming his cock violently into your pussy, opening wide your entrance and causing you to scream. Chan admired the bulge formed in your belly, running his thumb finely over your skin. He was deep inside you, ramming into your cervix, filling every space of your walls. You whimpered but his pumping sex had never felt better, pulsing, warm and wet, living the full experience of his veins being squeezed through your walls. Chan first used you, to you adjust to his size, taking you by the waist and using your body, manipulating it with ease and roughness sliding on his cock.
He admired his member being consumed by your entrance, your tightness choking him and his tip pounding to your limit.
âCha-channie, pleaseâ you whimpered in pain and pleasure, still wanting to make a mess of his cock. âGod, you feel so good.â
Sounds of your soaked pussy colliding with his dick began to make themselves present.
âSo-fucking tight, baby girl, fuck, fuck.â
When Chan sensed that you were adjusting, which wasn't quite true, he began to move, ramming you bestially, moving his hips in a rhythm, bumping your skin, and releasing every frustration in you. You whimpered and embraced him as soon as he leaned into you, his skin rubbing and teasing your clit with each deep thrust. You dug your nails into his back and clamped your legs closely together to his body, once again apart from the sizzling pain in your pussy, the burning pain in your belly indicated another successful and intense orgasm with Chan appeared.
Chan cursed at the feel of it, the muscles of your spongy walls clenching him and your grip on him growing tight, your nails marking his pale skin and broad back, never ceasing to pound into you and babbling in the stars, close to your ear.
âCha-chan, please, I'm gonna cum...â
âDo it, baby, fuck, cum.â
You arched your back in pain, rolled your eyes because he was hitting your sweet spot before climaxing, squealed getting restless, and collapsed under his body with every muscle in your vagina acting on his constantly moving cock. Chan moaned and did not stop thrusting you until he reached his orgasm. After short moments you again climaxed more gently, but intensely for him.
âFuck-mmm, baby, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna make you mine forever ahh-â
He grabbed your neck without choking you and cum intensely deep inside your core, leaving his member sensitive, satisfied, and used. Chan slid his cock out of you, leaving you with the sensation of a huge emptiness combined with the tingle of your muscles collapsing and his cum spurting out of your hole. He rested his cock on your belly, still climaxing loudly, rubbing his aching cock with his hand and leaving more cum on your skin. His orgasm was long and wonderful and managed to make him exhausted and shaken.
Chan dropped his body to the side of yours, seeking your closeness and comfort, hugging you and hiding his face in your chest.
âHoly shit, baby, that was amazing. Did you like it? I'm tired, but I can fuck you like that every fucking day.â
You were surprised that he was with his face tenderly hidden in your chest, hugging you, but you accepted it with a smile and started stroking his hair. Both of you breathing heavily.
âI loved it, Chan.â
âMe, too, sweetheartâ he lifted his face to look at you, his tone was softer and his sweet gaze now reflected sweetness and almost seeking affection, you were impressed by the incredible change. âI hope I wasn't so hard on you, next time we can change, you can tell me anything...â
âI loved itâ you interrupted him.
âDoesn't your cute ass hurt anymore?â he pouted adorably, his hands traveling to your butt to caress it.
You shook your head, laughing softly. He looked so tender as if he hadn't moved your guts less than five minutes ago. His eyes sparkled and he looked so soft with his curly hair falling down his forehead.
âOkayâ he smiled, âI needed this. I needed youâ he caressed your waist. âCan I ask you one thing now?â
Post sex was making you drowsy, you were tired and the warmth of Chan's body felt so good.
âMmm?â you hummed.
âLet's go out... on dates, let me get to know you more and more. I want to make you my girlfriend, y/n. I want to be your boyfriendâ Chan spoke, sweet and needy.
Sleepiness left your body and your heart raced as it was everything you had dreamed of all along... you finally knew he meant it. You looked at him, blinking softly.
âAnd I want to be your girlfriend, Chan.â
ââââââââ
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Before I start, I just wanna say I love your work, keep it up!!
A bit of a feminine m!reader and a stalker, kind of like the song stalkerâs tango by autoheart (praise kink and anything you wanna add)
Love me love me love me~! (Stalker Oc x feminine male reader) ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ËśËáşËËś ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
WC:. 1.5k
Tags: praise kink, back shots, creepy character, dub con (reader doesnât say but he wants it), stalking, spit as lube, men in panties, college AU, p in a sex, bad prepping(basically no prep cause he wants reader to feel em), slight Yandere themes?, coming inside panties, lil come play<33
A/N thanks for the request! I didnât know your kinks so I tried to keep it pretty vanil for the fic but I just get the vibe that the stalker is a lil bit of a yandere ૮ę°â Ë â ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
College was the time you were supposed to be the most happiest. freedom, no parents breathing down your neck and looking at you wearing your new skirts and finally away from HimâŚanyway this is the beginning of something new and that made you terrified excited.
Here you were grabbing boxes from the back of a hand me down car you bought last year, your hands full walking around campus searching for your dorm room. The sound of other college students bustling past even a frat boy running through the corridor laughing while another man smacks his shoulder.
Your heels clicking on the floors getting into the elevator finally out of view of the other students, not caring if they stared at you when you walked past them in your little skirt.
Finally finding your door room, room 234 in the third wing on campus. Pulling the door open and then it happens, the boxes nearly dropping from your hand âJasper?..â the man that single handedly ruined your teen years, the man you filed a restraining order against- the one that stalked you since middle school, putting cameras inside your shower, under your bed.
There he stood in all his glory, black hair all messy with his green eyes piercing you over like an interested cat, a crooked grin on his lips looking at you like some god before him. You quickly sit your boxes down on the twin bed to the left of the room with your hands now by your side looking at him.
âDid you miss me any [name]? I really missed you, so goddamn muchâ he walks over to you leaning down and shoving his face into your neck breathing in your scent without a care in the world âhowâd you find me JasperâŚmy parents made sure you didnât know the colleges I applied forâ your lips pressed into a thin line standing stiff and finding no comfort in the manâs touch.
âI total you Iâd never leave you baby? Canât live without you [name] I wouldnât wannaâ he kisses his way down grabbing at the hem of your shirt slipping under it and massaging his palms into your sides.
âYâknow I donât want you Jasper, I never have so just stopâ you mutter out all squeaky trying to get away even if your body knew you wanted it, even if you couldnât deny you found him hot youâd never admit it so you did the next best thing and tried to push away but only failing in return.
âDonât lie to me baby, youâre already getting hard so hard in that little skirt, itâs like youâre asking for me to fuck you?â His lips muffle themselves against your skin starting to suck it red while holding you pined between him and the wall while his second hand makes its way down to your mini skirt starting to lift it.
âDammit Jasper⌠stop thatâ you speak out because youâre in to deep to say otherwise feeling your cock bulging in the pink panties you were wearing. You had no stockings under your skirt letting your bulge get exposed while you go red in the face feeling jaspers hand snaking down giving it a rough squeeze before pulling his lips off your neck breathing heavy in your ear.
âJust be a good boy and bend over for me sweetheartâ you donât know why but you walked over to your twin size bed, not even getting on it just bending over on the side of it and shoving your face into the sheets standing in a pair of heels spreading your thighs.
âMh, baby so fucking beautiful, no idea how long Iâve been imagining thisâ he lifts your skirt in the back showing off the cotton fabric with little bows riding up between your cheeks making him smile reading his hands down and grabbing your cheeks spreading them and watching how your rim puckers up against the panties.
His thumb rubbing down your crack spitting on your panties and using his thumb to rub the now translucent fabric against your bud making sure to get it nice and wet while you lay with your cock weeping against the mattress feeling your knees buckle from the feeling.
âO-h youâre a pervert Jasper!â You yelp out and try to yell at him but fail when he reaches his hand off your ass cheek and grabs the back of your neck shoving it into the bed making your voice get muffled, âsuch a cruel accusation [name] Iâm not perverse, I just love you baby?â
Heâd coo to you from behind while the hand messing and teasing with your rim finally pulls your panties to the side of your ass just admiring how youâd clench around the air so effortlessly, your rim half prepped from all those nights youâd whine and finger yourself in your bed. Which of course he knew about back then, he had cameras?
âWant me to fuck it?â Heâd ask you softly even though you knew he was going to fuck you either way ây-eahâ you nod into the pillows gasping when he lets go of the back of your neck to undo his jeans making sure your skirt was pushed upwards on your waist, âyou should really get a tramp stamp sweetheart, get me something all pretty to aim at when Iâm coming all over that pretty archâ
Your face went red as a beat becoming more thankful he was behind you so he couldnât see your reaction but he already knew it when your rim winked at him again trying to swallow his finger tip like quicksand having him all giddy and infatuated with you. Jasper having been waiting years to get his cock nuzzled between those perky little cheeks.
âSo warm sweetie, just gonna fuck you so nice babyâ his voice comes out rigid pulling his boxers down letting his manhood spring free finally standing tall against his t shirt before he presses his dick between your cheeks and uses his hands to grip both cheeks sandwiching his cock between them as he rocks his hips spitting down on your ass again using it as lube fucking between your cheeks having your face down and your ankles bending out in your heels.
âJust push in already Jasper, donât fuckin tease me~â you moan reaching your hand down to your panties starting to palm yourself through the panties feeling yourself soaking the Cotten closing your eyes just feeling whatâs happening to your body having you melting like ice cream during summer.
âAlways a greedy boy werenât you?âŚwell doesnât matter, still love youâ he speaks nudging his pudgy cock head against your rim spreading the muscle open wide making him hiss âfuck thatâs it sweetieâ he tilts his head back rubbing your ass cheeks softly trying to get you to loosen up around him having him on cloud nine scrunching his nose up bottoming out inside you ready to come on the spot.
âJasâ ohâm g-odâ you croak and choke on your words going loose and fuzzy in the head just laying with your ankle wobbling to stay bent in your heels just screwing your eyes shut only opening them with he gives your ass cheek a little smack letting you adjust to his girth. Jasper bucks his hips forward making your face droop back down as his hips squish your plump skin.
Your hands going limp like jello under you unable to palm your neglected cock, just laying with your body limp letting him have his way with you praying to whatever was up in the sky that other students didnât hear Jasper giving you back-shots on your first day at campus. âYou have no idea hâmany nights I imagined getting myself inside your pretty body, mmh youâre worth the wait sweetheartâ
You feel your rim on fire when his base stretches you wider making your back arch trying to take him, your cock jumps in your panties at his dirty praises having you in hysterics hating the man but also just wanting him to hold you close and fuck you like you deserve, youâd never tell him though. âYou can start movin-!â You cry out arching under him gripping the bedsheets tight.
âShh stay quite sweetheart, stay nice and sweet for me [name]â Jasper speaks softly moaning under his breath bucking his hips feeling a hot flash in his abdomen trying not to come before you but goddamn you were like heaven around him, you were his addiction, his ambrosia and he couldnât get enough.
The sound of flesh in flesh filling up the dorm, his hands gliding over your body gripping the skin like a feral dog fucking you from behind having you reaching for the wall while the bed creaks shaking back and forth while your eyes open back up going wide and dumb when his cock assaults York inner walls hitting your sweet spot having you loosening up not clenching his cock so tight, jaspers hands pulling in your panties from behind making them tighter in the front, making your cock pulse against the firm fabric
âPlease Jas, please justââ you beg, you break you fold flush like a bad poker game not even knowing what you were pleading for just knowing you needed to come so bad your balls were swelling up going red in your panties about to explode when his cock halts pushing further and further against your prostate like a rubber band being stretched and pressed further and further about to snap.
âPlease what sweetheart? Tell me what you want, promise Iâll give it to youâ he speaks to you like a doll in complete opposites to how he was fucking you, his hands reaching letting go of your panties making you squeal from the release of pressure, he keeps fucking you thrusting and pumping his hips pressing his pubes to York lower back reaching up under you to your stomach to hold you up.
Holding you up half off the bed fucking you harder with your face still in the sheets and your hips raised high for him mewling feeling your favorite skirt go higher up on you. âPlease make me cum, please get me off Jasperâ you whine and you spasm around his dick. Your rim trying to take more until his balls press against yours, running together when he fucks into you.
âCome for me baby, just let go, lemme make it all better for you dollâ his pace picks up fucking you like some jack rabbit in heat. His hands tugging at your belly leaning forwards leaning back down laying on top of you bent over the bed heaving in your ear kissing the red marks he made on your neck snaking one hand down inside your panties tugging on your cock.
âSâ happening jas, gonna comeâ you canât help but to shiver and let go of the bedsheets arching your back against his stomach crying out wailing all cock drunk slurring your words while your cock pulses in his hand coming all inside your panties only further soiling them when the thick ropes leave your red cock head feeling like a release through your whole body having your balls relax a little once theyâre fully emptied.
âThereâs my good boy, I knew you were a sweetheart, just needed a little pounding to bring it outâ Jasper kisses your neck sucking on the red marks using his canines to pinch the skin letting go York your cock and slamming into you harder becoming less in rhythm and more desperate to get off.
You can feel his balls drawling up when they press against your ass, his veins rubbing more prominent against your inner walls having you biting your bottom lip with your toes curling in your heels while he thrusts one more time inside you piling out with a loud gasp âo-h fuck [name] feel what you do to me?â He asks shuddering behind you fucking between your spit slick ass cheeks letting his cock nudge your rim but never actually pushing in.
The next thing you know hot ropes of cum pump out spewing all over your hole getting between your cheeks feeling the hot liquid running down your arch getting on your back and your skirt practically coating you like he meant it. âThought you were pretty before but admit seeing you covered in my cum makes you even prettierâ
He lifts his head from your neck whispering the words out to you before slipping his hands from under you and massaging the cum all over your body rubbing your cheeks down with it slipping two slickened fingers inside you again playing with you before pulling out.
âLet me have a date baby, I promise I can treat you so good, Iâll be so sweet to you Iâll be sâmuch better than your ex wasâ he whispers to you cooing like a snake in the garden of Eden ready to tempt you into his sinful world. âYouâre fucking crazy Jasperâ you huff lifting your head laying now lifting yourself up on your elbows with your body aching from the rough fucking you just took, his hand marks and imprints leaving your skin swollen.
âIâm only crazy for you, youâre the only man that makes me feel itâŚonly wanna kiss Nâ love, only wanna come on you sweetieâ
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Endless Summer || j.jk
~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader
~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers , fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn
~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the schoolâs heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention heâs the biggest dick youâve ever met. Avoiding him was in your best interest. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. Summer canât be that bad. Right?
~ word count: 13.4k
~ Warnings: golden era!jk (yes this is a warning) oral (m & f receiving), doggy, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart), aftercare, so much fluff!
~ A/n: God, this is my first time writing ever!! I really hope this finds the right audience and readers please enjoy. i pray this doesnât come off as a boring story pls pls show some support, itâd be soooo appreciated đŤśđźđŤśđź! Happy reading!
~
For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack for the next months. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.
Nikiâs out of town visiting her family for the summer and Soheeâs out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki
Niki: omg canât believe itâs summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!
You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. Sheâs gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.
After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.
Me: heyyy, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, youâll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer âĄ
Putting your phone down, you check when you are supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dreamland.
~
Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. Itâs near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.
Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.
After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. âYunjin!â You shouted her name, catching her attention.
She waves at you and starts making her way over. âOh my god hey girl!â She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. âThis is so exciting! Iâve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because Iâm too exhausted from all those tests.â She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you âYouâll never fucking guess who I just sawâ You look at her with a curious face âWho?â she leans in closer âJeon Jungkookâ. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkookâs name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.
It all started in junior high in the 7th grade. You had finished your final tests of the year, and the scores were finally out for everyone to see. As you walked up to the board, expecting to read your name first as it always is on top of the board. Standing behind a tall boy with dark raven hair you moved to the side to peek at the score you had got.
Before you could even take a glance at the highest score the boy yells close to your ear. He jumps in the air and says âLETS FUCKING GOâ he turns around and notices you, he looks you in the eye before walking away. You go up to the board and look for your name. Right above your name is Jeon Jungkook.
You couldnât believe your eyes that he out of all people managed to score above you. You glare at him and say âHey! Did you cheat?! Thereâs no way you have the highest score after me when you couldnât even place last year!â He scoffs at you and looks at you with narrowed eyes âIâve earned that spot being last doesnât feel good right? Stop being such a conceited bitch and learn how to share the board. Accept you're not the smartest in the schoolâ he snares and walks away. You had felt a surge of anger towards that day and couldnât stand to be around him for the rest of your life. You promised yourself to avoid any contact with Jeon Jungkook and to make sure he never topped you again.
After staring at him for atleast five minutes you snap out of your thoughts. Looking over at Yunjin you say âWhat is he doing here? Iâve never seen him attend any of the meetings or give any interest in the programâ she looks back at you after looking at him âYeah, he and Yuno are close friends. I guess he brought it up to him and took it upon himself to ask Jungkook to the tripâ she shrugs. You glance over at him again and see him talking to Yuno. You never noticed his pretty features. You hadn't seen him since you bumped into him at the cafĂŠ all those months ago. His hair got longer, he has more piercings, and a lot more tattoos on his right arm. Has he always looked this good?
No, thinking like this is wrong. You needed to remember all the cruel names he called you. You decided to look away after hearing the announcements on the speaker. âTrain number 7 now boarding.â is heard. Going to grab your things a hand is placed on top of one of yours. You look up and you're met with those same eyes that looked at you with hate.
âYou need help with that?â he smiles at you âNo thanks I got itâ. You quickly take the bag from his hand and board the train. Luckily, you had moved quickly enough so you could get a shared booth with Yunjin. You place your bags in the overhead compartment and get settled. It would take you about 3 hours to get there. Now settled in your seat you lay back with your head resting on the head rest and blast your music. Just as you became relaxed you felt your hoodie become wet with liquid.
âOh shit, my badâ he says
You look up at the voice. Of course, itâs him. Jungkook looks up at you and rolls his eyes.
âNice going dumbassâ you say under your breath.
Yunjin grabs tissue from her purse to help and says âGod, what the hell is his problem? He really had the audacity to walk away and not even apologies.â she said.
After heading to the washroom and putting on an extra T-shirt you had in your bag you walk back to your seat but not before you look up to see Jungkook, watching as you walk past him, you turn your head forward and sit back into your seat. This is going to be a long ride.
~
Arriving at the dorms was a hassle. Taking everyone's stuff off the train was a breeze but sorting everybody into two buses was more difficult than it should have been. Surprisingly enough you and Yunjin ended up sharing a bigger dorm with two other girls, Irene and Jini. You and Irene shared the same economics class and Jini had recently signed up for this program.
You walked around the building and noticed a pool and a hot tub placed in the back. The kitchen area was big enough for atleast fifteen people. Walking back to the common area, everyone went their own ways into their rooms and decided to meet up around one for lunch. After opening the door to your home for the next two months, you were met with the most beautiful window view. Looking out to the beach you could see the waves crashing against the shore and people enjoying their time with their families and loved ones.
After taking in the view, you walked over to your bag to pick an outfit out for lunch. You lift up one of the outfits you had picked out while packing. Touching up your makeup and getting your shoes on, you all leave to head down to meet everyone in the common area. As you walked out of your dorm, you were (yet again) met with the sight of Jungkook as you looked at each other. His dorm is right across from yours. Great! You had thought, this summer couldnât get any worse. He looks at you up and down, smirks and walks away.
~
You walk down the stairs to see a few people waiting. As you were waiting, you met up with Irene and Jini, Yunjin was still getting ready as were a few other people. Looking around the room you catch Jungkook taking a glimpse of you with his hands in his pockets. He wore a fitted T-shirt with his arm full of tattoos on display along with cargo pants. You make eye contact with him for several seconds before looking away to find Yunjin.
Finally, everyone in count went into separate cars and explored what the city had in store for them. Busan was a big city; there was so much to do. An option you had was to look around for places you could eat at while you spent your time there. You decided to walk around and look at the stores. A small old lady had her hand out waving you over to her stand. âI have a beautiful bracelet that has your name written all over it,â she said.
âItâs really pretty but I'm not looking to buy anything right nowâ you kindly declined her offer
âPlease have it for free, it compliments you so wellâ she raises her hand with the bracelet
It was decorated in white shells and blue starfish charms. You took the bracelet from her hand, and you thanked her. Finished figuring out where to settle you chose a restaurant that wasnât far from where the car was parked.
Finding a table wasnât difficult. The place wasnât packed besides a few of the other students that chose the same spot were empty. The empty space was filled with the noise of the bell at the top of the door, you look up to see where the noise had come from and thatâs when you see Jungkook. He stood there with Yuno and the rest of his other friends. He goes to sit at a table near yours.
You made eye contact, and he scoffed. You roll your eyes at him, and he speaks up
âAre you following me or something? You seem to be everywhere I am.â
You glare at him âAre you sure it's not the opposite? Every time I look up you happen to be where I am every single timeâ
He looks at you like you're mental âI think someoneâs a little stalker we chose this place before you guys walked inâ he sneered at you.
You look up to him and cross your arms, âI think the one obsessed is you, every damn time I look up there you are literally staring into my soul, what the fuck is your problem.â
âNo problem here like you said I just happen to be here when you areâ he shrugs
âAssholeâ you mumble
Walking back to your table you feel his stare burning into the back of your head.
When you excuse yourself to the bathroom you couldnât help but look up at Jungkook. He was laughing with his friends with his hands on his lap; manspreading. âGod, damn it does he have to be so fineâ You mumble under your breath
After freshening up you walk back to the table, and you see a girl next to him. Sheâs touching on his tattooed arm and giggling at what he said. You felt this weird sensation in your stomach. Was it jealousy? No way, but he canât possibly be that funny sheâs holding her stomach.
Walking back to the girls and sitting back down. Irene notices something off about your mood.
âHey, are you okay?â Irene placed a hand on your back.
âYou look a little redâ You take your phone out to check your face. You needed to calm down.
âOh, itâs just getting a little hot in here is all.â She gives you a soft smile and nods her head
After lunch was over, you decided to take a walk around the city to look around and find something to do to pass the time. Jini had found a photo booth near one of the stands selling handmade pictures âGuys!â she exclaimed âLetâs take some pictures!â Ten poses later, Yunjin found a bakery and got something to snack on while you looked around. After waiting for Yunjin and Jini you all decided to hang out and look at the scenery.
~
Walking back to the dorms it was sunset hour. The walk back to the dorms was breathtaking. The sun was setting low over the horizon, and the sounds of the waves crashing were soothing. When you got back to the dorms everyone filed to their rooms to relax and figure out the plan for what to do for dinner. You ended up texting Niki and telling her about today.
Me: Omg Niki, today was our first day of the beach program. We went out and explored Busan. Itâs so beautiful over here I wish you could see for yourself.
Me: But youâll never guess who Iâm spending the next two months with
I wait for her to respond. It only takes a couple seconds until I see the three grey dots pop up on my screen.
Niki: Aww I miss you so much we should take a girl's trip soon! But pleaseeee tell me itâs not who I think it is
Me: Jeon Jungkook
Niki: NO YOURE LYING
You chuckle at her response
Me: Iâm being serious
Niki: I thought he was stupid and didnât show up to the meetings how did he know about this trip?
Me: Supposedly heâs friends with Yunoâs group and Yuno told him about the trip.
Waiting another few seconds until the three dots appear again.
Niki: Of course, heâs friends with them they all fuck around especially Jungkook
Me: Youâre right, I shouldâve known they were friends. Anyways I gotta get ready for dinner soon, Iâll update you if anything else happens.
This time she takes a few minutes
Niki: Alrighty! Enjoy your dinner and you BETTER tell me everything! I love you and stay safe!
You smile at her last text. Putting your phone down you start to get ready for tonight. The mentor wanted everyone to have dinner together so they could discuss the plans for tomorrow. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat from todayâs adventures and redo your makeup in a different style. You curled your hair and chose different shoes, deciding to go with low pumps to make walking around easier. The dress you had picked out was a simple little summer dress with small flowers decorated all over.
~
Walking downstairs you see Jungkook with Eunwoo talking. Heâs cladded with a black blazer with a white shirt underneath paired with black dress pants and white shoes. In all honesty he looked handsome tonight. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing a chain around his neck with rings on his fingers.
As you make your way down the stairs, he looks up from Eunwoo to you. He looks back down and finishes his conversation with a smile.
âHe looks like heâs about to eat you alive. I donât blame him; you look so goodâ Yunjin says
You smile at her and compliment her back âOh my God, are you kidding? You took my breath away the second you walked out of the room; I love your makeupâ you say giggling. The mentor comes up and introduces himself when everyone seems to be present.
âHello everyone, my name is Mr. Kwan I will be in charge of everything that goes on around here and I will be announcing our activities for the next month or so.â
You look around and your eyes land on Jungkook. Heâs standing next to Yuno now with his arms crossed. He must have felt your stare because he turned his head towards you and then to the floor. You can make out a faint smirk on his lip. You look away with a confused expression and take your phone out to check if you have something on your face. Not seeing anything you shake it off and turn your attention to Mr. Kwan
âTomorrow is when we start your tasks. I will assign each of you to a job and thatâs the task you must do for that week, every other week each group will switch tasks. You will get to have a day off as a break. Do I make myself clear?â Mr. Kwan says.
There's a mix of yeses and head shakes. He takes out a clip board and tells us what to do next. âOkay, I have two boards with the list of names, please take turns finding your name on either one of theseâ He places them down on a table and asks, âAny questions?â One of the many students, Vernon, raised his hand and asked, âCan we go out after hours?â
âNo, everyone should be in their rooms with lights off, no sneaking out or bringing outside guestâ As you walk over to the beach cleanup board and find your name nowhere to be seen. Finally walking to lifeguard duty, there your name was. But right under it say. Jeon Jungkook.
This means youâd have to spend the next two months in the presence of Jungkook. Shaking your head, you turn around back to Yunjin to figure out what she had gotten. But instead, you're met with a firm chest. Looking up to meet the face of the person you see him; he has his hands on your elbows to stabilize me.
âWatch where youâre going.â he says with furrowed brows.
He lets go of you and walks over to the clip boards. You hear him chuckle.
âWhatâs so funny?â You asked him.
He turns around to face me and says, âI have to spend my days at the beach with you? For two months? Iâm going to die if I even spend another minute with you.â he shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose.
âYeah, well Iâm not so fond of you either Jeon. So, stop bitching about it, Iâm not excited about it eitherâ with that I roll my eyes and walk away.
~
At the restaurant everyone picked their own tables. You see Jungkook a few more tables down from where youâre sat, thank God. You took your seat next to Yunjin and talked about the events for the upcoming week.
âWhat did you get for this week?â I asked her.
âI have clean up duty. I heard the weatherâs supposed to be nice so Iâm not too worriedâ You clear your throat and sit up in your seat. âI have lifeguard duty and guess who Iâm with.â You look over to Jungkook and he has a grin on his face with his arms crossed and his head tilted down.
âOh no.â she says placing a hand on your arm
âI have to spend the next two months with him every single day. I donât know how Iâll surviveâ you say rubbing your head.
~
Nearing the end of the dinner everyone gets up to leave and go back to the dorms. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, so some decided to walk. Those âsomeâ being you and your group, Jungkook and his, and a couple of other students. As youâre walking, you see Jungkook walking aside Yuno.
He has his hands in his pocket and heâs looking out at the beach. It looked beautiful tonight, the moon lit up the sand and the stars were beaming. Not looking at where you were stepping, you had tripped over your feet and waited to hit the floor. But you never made contact.
Instead, you feel a strong set of arms around your waist, and when you open your eyes; you see Jungkook looking down at you. You stayed still for a few seconds before he lifted you back up. His hold tight around you tight
âBe careful, idiotâ he said before letting go
I stared at him. You had question why he didnât just stand there and let you fall. He turned around to catch up with his friends and continued to walk back to the dorms like nothing happened
~
Back at the dorms everyone goes to their respected rooms and gets ready for bed. As Irene went to turn off the light, she heard a knock on the door. You get up from the bed and check to see who it is. When you open the door and youâre met with Jungkook and Yuno. Yuno speaks up and says, âWere going out, if you wanna join us you can.â Irene and Jini walk up to me
âWhoâs at the doorâ Irene and Yuno meet eyes. He smiles at her.
âUm, were just gonna go out and hang, I was just saying that guys can come and join us if you want.â
âUh yeah sureâ she says.
âAlright, cool meet you guys down there in a fewâ You go to look up at him, but Jungkook had already had his eyes on you looking you up and down smiling. Thatâs when you realized youâre in a Hello Kitty pajama set. Looking down you quickly push past Irene and Jini.
Yunjin was fast asleep already, quietly making your way to the bathroom to get the stuff you need and change out of your clothes. You end up wearing a plain gray T-shirt with black baggy sweats
Finally done putting makeup on, only putting on some light foundation and lip gloss, you put on some white sneakers and start to head out with the girls. Closing the door softly, you walk out and see Jungkook with his arms crossed and back against the wall next to his door. He looks up and says, âWhere are your Hello Kitty pajamas?â he chuckles. you stopped to glare at him and walk away. Before you could reach the first step, you felt his grip on my arm.
âArenât you scared were gonna get caught little miss goody two shoesâ he raised his eyebrows.
âGo away, Iâm only going out because YOUR friend invited us, and all my other friends are going out with you guys. I donât want to be stuck in the dorm not doing anything.â
âAnd donât judge my Hello Kitty pjâs I saw the big ass plush sitting on your bed when I went to go downstairs earlierâ
He stops for a minute as he watches you ascend down the stairs. Hearing his loud footsteps following close behind you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you see your friends waiting for you.
âWhat took you so long?â Jini asked
âAsk himâ you point at Jungkook
âSo where are we going?â you asked
âThereâs a bonfire my friend is hosting. Thereâs gonna be so much we can do, I canât stay in that tiny ass dorm all dayâ Yuno exclaimed. As youâre walking to the beach you feel someone walking next to you. Jungkook looks straight ahead as you make your way down to the bonfire. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, heâs wearing a gray crewneck with black shorts. His hands in his pocket he speaks up âWhy are you on this trip?â
âI could be asking you the same thing. I havenât seen you at a single meeting yet now all of a sudden, youâre interested?â
âOh? So you pay attention to me now?â he looks down smiling
âNo, itâs just that you never cared or even bothered listening to what anyone said about this program so now do you feel the need to participate in it?â
He looks everywhere but you.
âI donât know, I heard someone was going to be here and decided fuck it and signed up.â he shrugs with his hands behind his back. You look up at him with a curious look on your face. As you were about to speak up you hear Yunoâs voice
âYo, JK we could use a little help over hereâ
Jungkook looks back at you and says âGotta go, donât go tripping when Iâm not here to catch youâ he winks at you
He runs down to help the guys and youâre left confused.
~
Everyone was surrounded by the fire, drinking, and having a good time. Jungkook is across from where youâre sitting and heâs laughing about something his friend said. He looks up and meets your eyes and you quickly turn your head to look away. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook stands up to walk to the cooler next to him. He picks up a cool beer and makes his way over to you. He hands you the beer and sits next to you.
âHow do you like it so far?â he asked
âWhy are you being nice to me? You acted like you hated me the whole dayâ your eyebrows furrowed
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou know what itâs getting late, and I donât have time to deal with you right nowâ
He stands up as the same time as you and grabs your arm âWaitâ, you stop and look at him
âAt least let me walk you back to the dormsâ
Hesitantly agreeing, he lets go of your arm and you both make your way back to the rooms.
~
Itâs the first day of your tasks. Everybody separates into different cars. The beach youâre working at is only a 30-minute drive. All the seats are taken except for the one next to the person you prayed you wouldnât have to see until you got to the beach. Jungkook looked at you and looked down on his lap. You finally went to sit down next to him. You put your earphones in and blast your music so you wouldnât have to hear him talk.
You wake up with your head heavy against something. When you open your eyes and feel Jungkookâs head on top of yours and your cheek against his shoulder. Immediately you raise your head âwaking him up in the process- and hop out of the car.
Taking in a deep breath you walk over to the ledge of the hill the cars parked at and look over the edge. You close your eyes for a moment to take in the salty air of the sea. The wind is blowing your hair out of your face. Little did you know Jungkook was staring at you; admiring the way you looked so relaxed. After a few more seconds you turn your head and walk over to the car to grab your stuff
You already had your swimsuit on under an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It was an open back black one piece you had bought the day prior to coming on the trip. You carry your bag down the sand but feel it lift off your shoulder. You look up and see Jungkook carry it all the way down to your stations.
âOkay everyone, listen upâ Mr. Kwan yelled
âI have assigned everyone a partner to work with for the next week, please come up to me and tell me your nameâ
As you walk up to Mr. Kim you tell him your name and he tells you who he paired you with. Surprise again youâre with Jungkook. He calls him over and tells him what he told you. Jungkook looks down at you and you look up at him. He smirks and walks back to where he set your things. Following behind him you unpack your things.
You grab your sunscreen, squeeze a dollop into your hand, and you rub it all over your body; starting on your front. Jungkook stands next to you as he takes his shirt off, showing off his body. You stare up at him and admire him for just a second. He looks down and catches your eyes
âAre you staring at me?â he chuckled
Looking away quickly you say âNo, I wasnâtâ
âSure, whatever you say, you need help with that?â he says as he points to you struggling to get your back.
âYes, pleaseâ going to hand him the bottle he squeezed some on to his hand and moves your hair to the side. He glides his hand across the span of your back. He starts at your shoulders and works his way down to the middle of your back. His hands moving slowly, getting closer to your lower back.
You clear your throat, and his hands are to himself now. You lay your hair in itâs original spot and you stand to look at the beach full of people. It was only 9:00 in the morning yet the beach was packed. Walking over to your stand you climb the steps and take a seat. Jungkook walks over next to the stand, and he has a floaty in his hand. A couple of minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up.
âWhen do you want to switch spots?â
âWhen we see someone drowning��
He sighs and sits down.
~
After nearly an hour later a group of girls walk up to him, and they giggle as loud as they can staring at him. He looks up at the noise and stares at them. âExcuse me?â one of the girls says âYes?â she extends her arm out âDo you mind taking a picture of us?â Jungkook grabs her phone and angles it. âOne, two, threeâ he takes the picture. The girl reaches for her phone and pauses to look at him.
âHey, are you free tonight?â she asked him
Watching the interaction between the two you roll your eyes. What you donât notice is that Jungkook looks up at you and back down to the girl
âUhm, no actually, I do have plans for tonight sorry.â He rejects her offers and hands her phone back to her.
She has a disappointed look on her face and a sad smile plastered on her face. âItâs okay, I hope you have a good rest of your dayâ. With that she walks away.
Now at the end of the day and the sun getting lower, you and Jungkook switched spots through half of it. Taking turns every so often. He would try to make small talk, but you always managed to find a way around it. He looks up at you and calls your name
âYou wanna jump into the water real quickâ he says as he watches you make your down from the booth.
âNo thanks, I wasnât planning on getting wet unless I needed to.â
âOh câmon just real fast. The weather is nice around this timeâ he begged
âJungkook I sai-â
Before you can finish your sentence, your body is being carried over his shoulders. You throw soft punches at his back and yell at him.
âJungkook put me down! Iâm not playing with you right now!â you screamed in his ear.
He ignores you and laughs loudly. His feet meet the water, once he's deep enough into the ocean he plunges you till you're soaked.
Emerging from the water you pull your hands back over your hair. Jungkook stops and stares at you. Admiring your beauty, when you catch him staring, he doesnât look away this time. This time he stares into your eyes. Itâs that has to look away.
âWhat?â you said
âNothingâ he clears his throat and looks down at the water
âWe should probably head back to the car. The sun is starting to setâ
You nod quietly and make your way to the shore. After one last glance at Jungkook, you walk over your things.
The walk back to the car was silent. He offered to carry your bags for you. You had rejected his offers repeatedly, but he insisted on carrying them up the steep hill back up. The way back was anything but smooth. The road was bumpy which ended with you and Jungkook bumping arms after every bump, it was summer which meant humid air. Your skin is slick with sweat. Wishing you were back to the dorms so you could soak in the hot tub.
~
When everyone got back to the hotel Mr. Kwan let everyone roam freely. You decided to head upstairs to your room to relax before going to the backyard spot of the building. When you open the room, youâre met with Yunjin and Irene.
âGod, the sun has me so exhausted I could crash right now.â you said as you lay on your bed, body spread into a star fish.
âI know, who knew the beach would be full of that much trashâ Yunjin complained
âAtleast we get to switch off, so we feel as equally as drainedâ you told her
âYeah, lifeguarding was so easy. All we did was sat there in the sun and waited for someone who needed help in the waterâ Irene added
âWell lucky you guys, I literally took laps around the whole beach and still managed to find a piece of trash in the place I was already in.â Yunjin rolled her eyes playfully
âWell if you guys arenât tired, you wanna join me in the backyard area?â
âNo, you guys go ahead. I think Iâm just gonna crash after I clean myself up. My bodyâs gonna be so sore tomorrowâ she complained
âYeah, I was planning on walking into the city and look for more things we can do while were hereâ Irene said
Looks like it was just you tonight.
~
When you woke up from your nap you looked at the clock and it read 8:00 pm. It was much later than you anticipated it to be. You get up from your bed and walk over to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face to wake yourself up a little more. You walk over to your drawer and pick out one of the bikinis you have packed.
It was a simple black two piece with bows on both sides of the hip. Covering your body up with only a T-shirt you make your way downstairs with a towel in hand and slippers on your feet. You open the gate and walk past the pool area to get to the hot tub. Before you left you grabbed a small speaker you planned on bringing and placed it next to the table near you. Playing calm music, you sink down into the water and relax your muscles.
Itâs not a few minutes later you hear the gate crack open. You open your eyes and your met with the sight of Jungkook. He hadnât put a shirt on before coming down there. His abs were out for display, his tattoos pretty as ever in the moonlight. His biceps are so visible that you almost faint. He looks to see where the music was coming from and catches sight of you in your bikini. Shirt thrown over the table with the speaker close to you. He walks over to you.
âHiâ he says lowly he stands behind you and his arms are leaning against the edge of the hot tub. His face hovering over yours. Your breath hitches as you realize how close he is.
âHiâ you say quietly.
He moves so he can climb into the pool with you. Jungkook sits on the opposite side of you and relaxes in the water as you did. After a beat of silence, he speaks up
âI havenât properly talked to you sinceâ he pauses
âEver actuallyâ
You scoff and turn your head to the side in disbelief
âYeah, I wonder whyâ
âDo you really hate me that much? All of that happened years ago, why canât you just let it go?â
âJungkook you called me names and you made me miserable. Not having those top grades; I would be punished so harshly because I wasnât smart enough for my parents. I still hate you to this day because you never realized how much hurt you put me through?! There were so many times I've overheard you talk so lowly about me. Jungkook we didn't even know each other!"
"So, to answer your question, yes, I do hate you. Stop trying to talk to me out of the blue and act like we're friends because we're not. Leave me alone" Before you can get up to leave you feel his grasp tight around your wrist.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I did all of that. But cut me some slack, I was failing and I finally got my shit together until you came in with your perfect grades and knocked me down. But like I just said this is all in the past. Can you please forget it?" he pleads
You pause for a moment, were you overreacting? Possibly. But you will never forget the cruel words he spoke about you. One last look over at him and you retreat back to your dorm.
~
Itâs been a week since your last encounter with Jungkook. He hasnât made any moves to try and talk to you. Your group was now doing trash pick-up around the beach. It was supposed to be hotter than the week before now that itâs getting later into the summer.
As you were walking around the beach to do your task you had a slight feeling of dizziness, but you decided to ignore it. You brushed it off as a headache due to skipping lunch and only having water. It was then that you realized that wasnât the case because before you could lean back up from picking up a piece of trash you stumble back. Jungkook notices this and quickly runs over to you.
He stood behind you support you with his arm wrapped around your neck.
âAre you okay? You look pale, do you need water? Or I brought a few snacks in my bag before we left, do you want me to grab one for you?â he said quickly laying you down on the sand.
âWater is fine, thank youâ
He walks over to his bag to give you his water bottle he drank from earlier. You quickly took a few gulps and retracted it from your lips. Jungkook looks down at you with a worried look.
âLook, Iâm fine just give me a few minutes and Iâll be up good as new.â
âNo, just stay here there isnât that much left to be picked up. Stay in the shade until I come back. I wonât be too longâ He walks away to finish your tasks with gloves over his hands also with a bag, and a trash scoop.
Itâs minutes later that heâs back kneeling in front of you check how you were feeling.
âYou donât look so pale anymore. We should be done for today; the sun is already starting to set, and we should be heading back now.â he says as he looks at you.
He turns his back still in a kneeling position and you look at him confused.
âWhat are you doing?â
âGet on my back. Youâre too tired to walk up the hill, I donât want you passing out.â
âIâm not gonna pass out Jungkook. Stop being so dramaticâ you say in an annoyed voice.
âJust get on my backâ he demands.
You sigh and hop on his back like he asked. He had his bag swung around to the front of his body. He stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing. After reaching the top of the hill he sets you down and you thank him quietly. You both walk back to the car where everyone else is and drive back to the dorms.
~
As you and Jini were done putting on your face masks you hear and sudden knock on the door. When you open the door, youâre face to face with Jungkook. He looks up to see your bare face. It takes him a minute to get his words out
âMy friends and I were gonna head out to get some drinks if you wanna join usâ
You look at him with astonishment. Thinking back to your conversation from a week ago. Before you could decide against it Jini walks up to the door.
âHey, Jungkook. Why are you over here so late? Shouldnât you be in your dorm?â she asked
âUh, yeah, I am but I was just asking if you guys wanted to come out with us tonight. Were just going out for drinks at this club I found not too far from here.â
âOh sure! Weâd love to go!â she says as she looks at you
You sigh and smile at her.
âOkay great come down whenever you're ready and meet us in the common area.â he says before walking away back into his room.
After you close the door, you walk over to the other girls and ask them if they wanted to go out with you.
âOh yeah! Sure, we havenât been out drinking in a while. And itâs nice to get out and away from the program and the dorms for a little bit.â Irene replied
âYesss, I need to get out. Iâve been couped up in this building for far too long.â
Now with everyoneâs agreement you all get dressed pretty for your night out. Grabbing a dress, you took out a SKIMS black dress that fitted you perfectly. You threw a cropped leather jacket with it and black heels. Your neck was decorated with a small chain, and you put your hoops on. The makeup look you went for was light. It consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and natural colored lipstick.
Once everyone was dressed you all headed downstairs to meet up with the guys. As you landed on the last step you look up at everyone. More specifically Jungkook. He had on a black jacket with black cargo pants. He also had chucky sneakers to go along with it. His ears were clad with multiple earrings, and you look down to his lip and see his lip piercing. He looked extremely good for tonight. He makes his way over to you.
âAre you guys ready?â he asked everyone, but his eyes stayed on you.
Yuno had ordered an Uber to drive to the club everyone jumped into the car and that left you sitting next to Yunjin. Jungkook was sitting by the window with Jini in between him and Eunwoo. Yuno and Irene had to order a seperate car because they wouldnât fit into the car you were all in.
~
At the club there seemed to be a long line. Eunwoo knew a quicker way in and you followed behind him. You entered from the back way, where no one else could see you.
âWhy donât you guys go find a seat. Weâll get the drinks for youâ Jungkook yelled over the music so you could hear better.
âOkayâ you yelled back as you looked around for a big table.
The room was filled with strobing lights and heavy-based music. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies. The air around you was humid "I feel so suffocated in here" you said aloud
" You wanna go outside for a minute" Jungkook came up beside you and placed a hand on your back.
"No, it's fine I'll get used to it" you smile at him.
The boys came back with your drinks and set them down in front of you. They had bought multiple shots and took them one by one.
Once you all had a decent amount of alcohol in your system you moved to the dance floor. Irene led everyone as they all followed behind. Jungkook was closest to you. He tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but you were making it difficult.
Your hips move to the beat of the song. He watched as you dance like you didnât give a damn about anything. He smiled as he watched you in your own world. Jungkook starts to dance along with you, and you turn around and move with him. His hands now on your waist as you put your hands around his neck. His hands moved down to clasp around your lower back. He leans his head forward so itâs now resting against yours. You look up into his eyes and then down to his lips. You lean in closer, and then you're interrupted.
âYou mind if I cut in?â a random man from the crowd asks
You now feel uncomfortable as you let go of him. He walks in front of you and stands protectively with one hand on your arm. Jungkook looks at the guy and his jaw clenches.
âLook man were just trying to relax and have fun. Leave us aloneâ he defends. You look down and see his hands clutched into a fist.
âI came out to have some fun too.â You turn your head towards the man
âAnd it looks like sheâs getting a little boredâ he laughs
âSheâs fine, look if you donât get the fuck out of here there gonna be a fucking problemâ Jungkook yells.
The man starts to walk closer and extends his hands up to you. You clutch the back of Jungkookâs jacket tightly. He moves forward and swings at the man.
âWhat did I tell you. Get the hell out before I knock the shit out of you.â he yelled.
âJungkook stop, letâs goâ you grab his arm and try to pull him away.
Before you can move him away the man stands back up and tries to hit him before he can dodge it. He moves a little too slow and gets punched. He looks down to his hand and sees red cover his fingertips. Jungkook goes in for another swing and knocks him to the floor.
âJungkook!! Stop it, just leave it alone so we can goâ He looks up at you and turns away. You walk back to the table to collect your things so you can leave the club. You reminded yourself to text the others to let them know that you left. Jungkook sits on the curb, and you kneel in front of him. You pull out a tissue from your purse and put it up to his nose. After a beat of silence, you were the first to speak up.
âYou know, I think I hate you a little less nowâ you say with a smile
He looks up at you and chuckles
âThank you, for doing that. I donât know what I wouldâve done. And Iâm sorry you got hitâ
âDonât mention it. As long as youâre okay, then Iâm goodâ he says.
You smile to the floor and decide to order an uber so you could go back to the dorms
As youâre about to walk into your door you turn around and stop Jungkook before he could enter his room
âJungkook, thank you again. I had fun tonight, minus the fightâ you giggle
âIâm glad you did, goodnightâ he smiles
âGoodnight Jungkookâ
~
Youâre back on lifeguard duty this week. Itâs a bunch more calm than the first week of lifeguarding. Instead of sitting and switching spots for hours and not doing anything, you were able to roam around. As you were sitting on the chair you spoke up
âHey, are you thirsty? I was gonna walk over to that hut to get something to drinkâ you point into the diretion of the stall.
âNah, Iâm good, thank you.â
Standing to walk away, Jungkook canât stop thinking about that night as he watches you make your way. He couldnât stop thinking about the way you had your arms around. And how you trusted him to protect you. How close your lips were before that guy interrupted. He shakes his head from his thoughts and thinks about something else.
When you walk up to the stall you order a lemonade. You pay the man and wait for your drink. Looking around to see if anybody else was around, you see a guy. Heâs about your age and much taller than you. He notices you looking at him and you turn your head back to the bar. From the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards you.
âHeyâ he said as he tries to catch your attention. You turn your head towards him and greet him back.
âHiâ you smile at him
âAre you around here? Iâve never seen you beforeâ
âAh no, Iâm not, Iâm here for a program I volunteered for. Iâm a lifeguard.â you told him
âOh really? That seems like fun, Iâm Kai by the wayâ
You tell him your name âIt may seem like fun, but really all I do is sit and watch the people enjoy their time as I bake in the sun.â
He laughs at that. He clears his throat and speaks again
âUm, my friends and I are playing volleyball further down the beach. If you want to you can join us?â
Before you could answer Jungkook comes behind you and puts a hand around your waist. You look down to his hand up to him. Heâs wearing his sunglasses over his head.
âActually we have to get back to our dorm after our shift. Weâre a bit busy at the moment.â he says with a smile on his face.
Kai looks at him with a surprised expression on his face. He looks down to you, you aswell have a look of confusion plastered across your face. Kai looks down and chuckles.
âAlright, sorry for asking.â with that he walks away his ego a little bruised.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you look up at Jungkook.
âI was getting thirsty. And you were taking forever so I wanted to check on you.â he shrugs.
âYou didnât need to check up on me. I was fineâ you roll your eyes at him
âPlus he was cute. I was so close to getting his numberâ
After hearing you say that Jungkookâs jaw clenches. He absolutely hates that he feels this way right now. Deciding to brush it off you both make your way back to your spot. Getting closer to the end of your shift. You start to pack your things as the beach dies down.
~
Back at the dorms Mr. Kwan decided to gather everyone for dinner to celebrate your hard work for the past month. Once you and Jungkook make it back he helps you take your things out of the car and follows you up to your room.
When you turn your back to him he waits for you to unlock the door; âThank youâ you say to him. He hands you your bags and stops for a minute. The air is stuffy around you. You wait for him to speak up and say something. But his lips never move.
Before you know it, his face is leaned over yours, and your lips are over his.
The kiss is soft. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you need to stop to catch your breath. Parting from his lips you look up into his eyes, noses touching; he takes a deep breath before walking away to his room, leaving you dazed and speechless; not knowing what to do you stand there and try to comprehend what had just happened.
Yunjin is on the other side of the door when you walk in. She looks up at you. âWhat happened?â she asked. You unintentionally ignore her and walk to the bathroom. Your face is burning with rosy cheeks. You replay the kiss in your head. It was completely out of the blue and caught you off guard. How were you supposed to act normal the next time you saw him. The dinner was in less than 3 hours. With all the extra time you decide to get ready and drift your mind elsewhere.
~
After everyone had finished getting ready. When you and Irene make it down the stairs Irene heads straight to Yuno. The night of the club you never heard her come back to the dorm. You suspected she had spent the night with him. She had her arms around his waist looking at him with hearts in her eyes.
Now by yourself you look around for any of your friends. You see Jungkook; he looks at you, but he doesnât do anything. He meets you eye and looks away to his friend. The feeling you felt in your chest was confusion, anger, and a little hurt. How could he kiss you like that and act like it didnât happened? Turning your body to find Yunjin; she walks down the stairs and her face lights up when she spots you.
âOkay, are you ever gonna tell me what the hell happened before you walked through our door or what. Your face was so red.â she asked curiously
âIâll tell you later, I donât want to think about it right nowâ
She looks at you with a worried look and shakes her head. Everyone gets into a car and the driver drives to the restaurant.
~
Once all the students were seated, Mr. Kwan raises his glass and clinks it with the back of a butter knife. âI would like to praise you all for working so hard for this past monthâ he says enthusiastically. He raises his voice an octave higher âWith all your hard work I would like to give you the last 3 weeks of this month free, please relax, enjoy yourseleves, and have fun. You all earned itâ he announces. A bunch of chattering is heard all around. âNow, please enjoy your dinnersâ
From across the room you see Jungkook laughing and chatting with his friends. Looking at him made you feel this sense of anger. Why are you mad at him when you hate his guts? Why are you did you feel that way when he had his soft lips over yours? Why were you feeling those emotions when you saw that girl flirt with him down at the beach? Why are you feeling all these things about him now?
Why
Why
Why?
All of these questions spiraling through your head like a mantra. Not taking the overthinking you walk out the resturaunt to get some fresh air. When you walk past his table he sees you walk to the exit. Jungkook excuse himself from his friends; he stands and walks into the direction you took.
He looks through the glass door and sees you pacing with your hands on your hip and a hand in your hair. You turn to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook stood there and walked closer to you. But, you take a step back.
âWhat was thatâ you ask him.
âWhat was what?â he has a confused look on his face
âWhy are you playing dumb?! Youâre just gonna act like you never kissed me and... and I wouldnât do anything about it?â you exclaimed at him. Your emotions were all over the place. You had no idea how to handle them
He says your name quietly âIt was just a stupid kiss, no big dealâ
Suddenly, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your eyes. You didnât know for sure how you felt. But you were sure there was something there.
âOkayâ quietly
âI was just being stupid and thought something different but I guess I was wrongâ you nod your head and make your way back into the resturaunt.
The tears dropping down onto your cheek made you feel pathetic. Pathetic for making you think that Jeon Jungkook had changed over the years. For thinking that Jeon Jungkook had real feelings for you. Before you walk back to the table you check yourself one last time to make sure your eyes werenât puffy and your nose wasnât red. Right now you werenât in the mood for questions.
Sitting back down at your table and you see Jungkook come back from where you left him. He has his head down with a look of sadness on his face. He sits down next to his friends; less content than how he was before you left to go outside.
~
On the way back to the dorm Yunjin notices that your mood has dropped significantly since you came back into the resturaunt. When you finally settle into your dorm she asks you again, âOkay, for real this time, what the hell is up with you. Youâve been acting so different latelyâ
And thatâs when you explain everything to her. From the kiss and to your conflicted feelings. In all honesty you donât even know where you stand with Jungkook anymore. Youâre between hating him and possibly having the fatest crush on him.
Itâs then when itâs later into to the night you decide to call Niki. You missed talking to your best friend. Itâd been a while since you last spoke to her.
After three rings she picks up the phone
âHey babe! Howâs the trip been so far? I havenât spoke to you in so long is everything okay?â she speaks in a soft voice. Thatâs what you loved about her. She was there for you anytime of the day. You would be okay even if you hadnât spoke to each other for days at a time. That's the type of friendship you had with her.
âUgh Niki, I miss you so much. So much has happened and I need to tell you.â
âOh no, what happened? Did something bad happen?! Did you get hurt?!â she says panicked.
âNo no, Iâm okay but something did happen.â you reassure her.
âOkay please tell me, youâre scaring meâ
âJungkook kissed meâ the line is silent for a moment before itâs not.
âHE WHAT?â she yells into your ear
You have to pull the phone away because of how loud she was.
âHe kissed me after one of shifts today. I confronted him about and I feel so stupid for thinking that he liked me because right after I asked him about it he said âit wasnât a big dealâ.â you tell her in a sullen tone.
âGod is he dumb? Why would you kiss someone randomly and admit that it was nothing?â she sounded irritated.
âExactly my thoughts. Iâm so confused Niki one moment I donât care about him and the next some girl is giggling next to him touching his arm and I feel so annoyedâ
She sighs and calls your name calmly âI may be wrong but it sounds like you have feelings for himâ
You pause and register what she just said. You? Had feelings for Jeon Jungkook? Everything is starting to come together in your head. You finally speak up
âYeah, I think I doâ
~
Itâs been about a week since the dinner. You hadnât seen Jungkook. The only few times youâd seen him was when you went downstairs to eat breakfast or when he left his room to go elsewhere. But tonight was different. With the free time you were given you spent it at the beach. You hadnât gone swimming in the ocean for quite some time so you decided to put on a bikini, threw on some clothes you had laying in your drawer, and grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets in the hall.
You made your way down to the beach by yourself and brought your mini speaker with you. The playlist you had put on was a slow playlist. You watched the sun set while the song My Love is All Mine by Mitski played in the background. While the sun was still out you decided to take off your clothes and go into the water
From afar Jungkook spots you standing near the water; the waves are calm; he admires you from where heâs standing. You, completely unaware of his presence you dip your body into the water until it touches your waist. Your hair flowing in the soft wind. Behind you, you hear the water moving. When you turn your body to the sound; there he is. Heâs standing with his shirt off arms out to see and his abs for show.
Completely in awe you snap out of it and turn back around.
âWhat do you wantâ you ask quietly.
âWhat? Itâs a public beach. Itâs not like you reserved this spotâ he retorts back
âNo, Jungkook. What do you want.â You hear him sigh. He takes a deep breath and finally says
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry that I kissed you so suddenly, Iâm sorry I made you feel the way you did after I said that kiss was nothing, Iâm sorry because that kiss made me feel so much.â he pleads. He places his arms on your waist and continues. âIâve wanted to give you that kiss since I first saw you at the train station. I havenât stopped thinking about you since we bumped into each other at the cafĂŠâ
It had been several months since that incident.
You walked in on a cool spring day. The bell chimed at the top of the door as you made your way over to the counter. After you had made your order, you turned to walk over to a table. But before you can take a step you bump into something âor more something- you look up and see Jeon Jungkook. You hadnât seen him since the beginning of sophomore year. He looks down at you with an irritated look; but when he sees your face his expression drops. You looked so cute with your double layers on; making you look so soft and hugable; your hair was up in a clip and your cheeks were rosy from the cold.
âSorryâ you had told him quickly and made your way over to your table. Jungkook was surprised it was you. You had grown into such a beautiful woman. He couldnât take his eyes off you. From then on, he couldnât get you to escape his mind.
âI heard from Yuno about this trip and figured youâd go, I thought this would be my chance to make things right between us. Iâm so sorry I said all those things to you while we were growing up, I was stupid and let my ego get in the way. So, when I first saw you itâs like I couldnât see anything else but you.â he confesses.
All of this new information being thrown at you, you donât know what to do with it. You had thought for all those years and all this time the hate between you two was mutual. You couldnât have been more wrong.
âI want you to understand my feelings for you. I want to try and make it w-â before he can even finish his sentence you pull him by his hair and connect your lips. He raises his eyebrows and sinks into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth. He places his hands under your jaw and his other on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up; you wrap your legs around his waist. The sun has set by now and itâs starting to get cold. He letâs go of your lips and look into your eyes. You move your lips closer to his ear and whisper âYou wanna go warm up somewhere else?â
Quickly, he drags you out of the water while you giggle into the air. He places you down and hurriedly picks your things up. He grabs your hand, and you make your way back to his dorm. His roommates are supposed to be out tonight; you had the whole room to yourselves.
~
Pushing you against the door he smacks his lips against yours. You sneak your hands under his shirt and feel his abs flex against your fingertips. You move to lift his shirt off his body. He kisses down your neck; he lifts your shirt over your head and your left with your bikini top and your shorts. He lifts you off the floor and manhandles you onto his bed. You lay on your back and look up at him. Your legs are spread with him standing between them. He glides his hand up your thighs and he drags your shorts down your leg.
Youâre left with just your bikini on now. He kisses you on your inner thighs close to where you need him the most. Jungkook grabs the bow that ties your bikini together and undoes it. Your heat is exposed to the cold air. He kisses your hip getting closer to your pussy; his hot breath touches your lips, and you gasp quietly. Finally, he makes contact; he glides his tongue through your folds, and you make small sounds of pleasure. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit; he moves his hand under your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. His strong grip has you breathless.
Jungkook squeezes your inner thigh and gives small kisses around your cunt. He dives back in and the only thing in the air is the sound of him slurping and licking up your slick. You moan his name out loud and place your hands in his hair.
âJungkookâ you moan out loud
âSay that again, baby. Let me hear youâ he says
âUgh, Jungkook please, please donât stop.â you plead desperately
âYeah, thatâs it. Whoâs making you feel good?â
âYou! You are Jungkook!â you shout
You start to feel the pressure in your lower tummy. You tightly close your eyes, and you see stars. He pushes you through your orgasm and finally pulls away after you pull on his hair so heâs hovering over your face. You bring him down to kiss you. He slips his tongue in and kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips. Jungkook pulls away and scans your face. Your fucked out gaze looking up at him. He places his hand over your cheek and stares at you.
âYouâre so God damn beautiful. So pretty like the stars. I can look at you forever.â he says to you lowly. You look up into his boba eyes, you can see the galaxy in them. He looked so pretty up closely.
He leans in and kisses you next to your cheek. He kisses your neck and then, he pushes himself up. Heâs on his knees in front of you. You can see his outline through his shorts. You go to sit up and place a hand over him. He looks down at you and you place soft pecks over his covered cock. He groans loudly; you then start to play with the waistband of his shorts; slowly you pull them. Heâs left bare in front of you. You move your hand to stroke him. Feeling his prominent veins; you thumb at his throbbing tip and place soft kisses over it.
âBaby, what are you doing to me.â He looks down at you and strokes your hair.
âCan you take me in your mouth? Or am I too big for youâ he teases
You laugh at that âI donât know, why donât we find outâ
You like a stripe down his length and stop at his tip. Looking up into his eyes; his lips are parted and he breathless. His hand is placed on the back of your head. Finally, you take him into your mouth, starting slow. He moans and tilts his head back, his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head back and forth, using your tongue and swirling it around his tip. Your hand moves to fondle his balls, and this makes his cock twitch. Hips moving to the rhythm of your mouth and his hand guiding you to his dick.
âCan I fuck your mouth baby?â You look up at him and nod.
âTell him if Iâm hurting you. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stopâ With that he slams his cock to the back of your throat. You take deep breaths as you gag on him. Your nose hitting his pelvis he speeds up his thrusts.
âFuck yeah, thatâs it sweetheart. Doing so good for meâ he praises you.
When you reach down to your pussy you can feel youâve gotten wetter. He looks down to your where your hand was and pulls you away for a second
âNuh uh, who said you could touch yourself? Only good girls get what they want if they behaveâ he reprimands
He pulls you back onto him and starts at the pace he was at before.
Before he can finish in your mouth, he pulls you away.
âFuck I need to finish inside you. Can I do that, baby?â he asks you for reassurance
You nod up to him.
âI need you to say it, honeyâ
âYes, pleaseâ you moan
âTurn around, ass up face downâ he demands
He looks down between your ass and his cock. He then looks up between your shoulders. Your hair thrown over your shoulder and your top still on. Jungkook moves his hand along your back and unties whatâs left of your bikini.
âFuckâ he says under his breath. Finally, he takes hold of his length and drags it along your folds. You whimper silently patiently waiting for him to enter you.
He strokes himself a few more times; you feel him enter you. Gasping loudly, he groans into your ear and moves at a slow pace.
âMore, Jungkook, pleaseâ you beg
âSince you asked nicelyâ Suddenly he pounds into your hips. You can feel him in your stomach. His pace is rapid; hard.
âYouâre so deep Jungkook, fuck!â you moan.
Repeating his name repeatedly like a song. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can feel every vein that around him. Every thrust you feel them against your walls. He lifts your body until your back hits his chest. His hands over your tits squeezing. Rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, and he places his hand over your abdomen. âGod, I can feel myself inside of you, babyâ you whimper into his neck. And thatâs when you finally snap. You tighten around him.
âGod! Jungkook! You make me feel so good, babyâ you cry.
With three final thrusts he finishes inside you. Breath heavy he slowly moves, milking himself in your tight cunt.
He places you down on his pillow and slowly removes himself from you. You whimper quietly from the loss of the feeling of him inside.
âI need to clean you up and you need to go peeâ he says
Picking up his shirt that you threw across the room he wipes you down and you twitch from sensitivity. When heâs done, he looks over your face and giggles.
âCome on, honey. Iâll help you shower when youâre done.â
âOkayâ you say softly.
~
After your shower you and Jungkook lay in his bed. Heâs not expecting his roommates to comeback; they had gone out clubbing and he assumed theyâd be out all night in someone elseâs bed. Your head placed over Jungkookâs naked chest you draw shapes over his chest. Jungkook grabs your wrist and notices one of the bracelets you're wearing. Â
âYou never thanked me for thisâ he says holding your wrist still Â
âWhat are you talking about? This old lady gave it to me for free a few weeks ago when we first got hereâÂ
He chuckles at you âThat was me, I paid for it and asked her to play a part. Apparently she played her part well because you had no idea.â he boops your nose. You scrunch your face; you look up at him in disbelief. Â
âI canât believe you do that, what if she talked to the wrong girl, huh?â you said amusinglyÂ
âThen some random girl wouldâve gotten a free braceletâ he shrugs. Â
You laugh at him. âWell, thank you for thisâ you look up at him and peck his lips. Â
He digs his face into your neck and mumbles a small âOf courseâ Â
Then, you feel his lips press small kisses into the juncture of your neck, you start laughing. All of a sudden, he stops. He lifts his head so heâs looking at you. Â
âWhat are we?â he asks Â
Realizing you never really told him how you felt. Isnât it obvious though? Â
âI could ask you the same thing Jeonâ Â
Whispering your name, he says âI really like you; I want to make up for my behavior throughout the years Iâve known you. I feel so guilty because of the way I treated you. Iâm sorry I ever said those mean things to you, babyâ he wraps he arms around you; cuddling you.Â
âI forgive youâ you hug him around his broad shoulders. âI like you too, Jungkook. Can we forget all of that? I want us to focus on the future only now.â Â
He nods at you and smiles. âSooo, does this make you, my girlfriend?â he asks with a cheeky smile. Â
Giggling at his silly smile you nod âYeah, I guess so, boyfriendâ Â
He buries his into your neck again and sighs contently. Itâs not long before you two are cuddling in the sheets and hes whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off to sleep. Â
~Â
The next morning, you wake up to the other side of the bed empty. The sun is shining brightly in your face. You look down to your body and see the shirt Jungkook must have put on you while you were sleeping last night. You get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom; but you donât register the already running water turning off. When you walk in you see Eunwoo naked walking out of the shower. âOh my god, Iâm so sorryâ you cover your eyes and quickly walk out. Picking up clothes that were thrown across the room from the previous night you manage your way back to your own room. Â
Thankfully, the girls are out doing their own thing. You walk to your own bathroom and clean yourself up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Turning the corner you see Jungkook in a fitted sports t-shirt, over the stove cooking. Â
You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso. Â
âGood morningâ you say in a sleepy voiceÂ
âHi, sweetheartâ he turns his body so he facing you now. He leans down to peck your lips. His nose brushing against yours. You smile at him. Â
âHow did you sleep last night?â Looking up at him with an amusing lookÂ
âWell you put to sleep pretty damn good last night so Iâd say a ten out of tenâ you laugh as you get your coffee ready. He sneaks up behind you and puts his hands around your waist.Â
âI did, huh?â he lowly says into your ear. Â
He sways you side to side and digs his face into your neck. Â
âI was thinking maybe we can go out today and we can hang out in the city. We havenât been here in a while; I want to see if they changed anything.âÂ
This was Jungkookâs hometown. He basically knew everyone. When he finished cooking your breakfast you both sat together in comfortable silence and ate. Â
Finishing up your meals, you volunteered to clean up the dishes, but he was persistent in doing them himself. After fighting for about ten minutes, you give up and walk upstairs to get ready for the day. The outfit you chose was perfect for the weather. Your makeup was simple, and your hair was casting down your shoulders. When you finish putting on your shoes you hear a knock on your door.Â
Walking up to open it you see Jungkook wearing a big puffer jacket, white tank top, and light blue jeans. His hair slightly covers his eyes. The chain around his neck and his piercings does something to you. You look up at him and smile. Â
âHiâ looking at him with stars in your eyes. Â
You look so undeniably cute. With little bows in your hair and your soft cheeks looking at him. He looks down at you and leans in to peck you on the lips. Â
âCâmon, letâs goâ Â
~Â
The weather today wasnât as harsh as those other sunny bright days. Itâs a bit colder than the last few weeks. It was a good thing you brought an extra jacket just in case. You cand Jungkook walk down the streets hand in hand. Looking around for the places you used to hang out at with your friends when you were still in grade school.Â
When you found the ânow small- playground you and Niki used to play at, you let go of Jungkookâs hand and ran to it. Â
Gasping out loud you say âOh god, itâs so much small than I remember. I havenât been here in years.â amazed by how time flies by so quickly. Jungkook watches you with a fond smile as you reminisce on the old times. You sit down on the swings and gently swing your legs back and forth. Jungkook stands next to the swing as he watches you. The sun was shining on you and he looks at your eyes theyâre glowing as you look down the sand with a smile on your face. Â
He goes to stand in front of you and holds on to the chain and stops you from swinging. You look up at him when you see his shoes appear in front of you. His hands over yours and he leans in close to your face. Â
His lips locking with yours in a soft kiss. He pulls back and he says âYouâre so beautiful.â he places a hand on your cheek. Â
He looks into your eyes and he makes a promise. Â
Saying your name in a low voice he says âI promise you, I will to take care of you for as long as you let me. I promise I wonât hurt you. I promise to stayâÂ
You look up into his eyes with tears laying on your water line. Moving your head to lay on his forehead.Â
Then, you pull him into a kiss. Â
âI promise, I donât hate you Jeon JungkookâÂ
a/n: ahhh okay, i realllly hope you guys liked it, this idea came out of no where and I kinda made the plot up as I wrote, please show some support by reblogging, liking, commenting, and giving some feedback! I'd appreciate it so much
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where you are ⣠lee haechan smcu
summary: what the absolute fuck is up baby! fall semester marks the peak of greek life at ncu. the campus quad is filled with tents representing various fraternities and sororities with their letters proudly presented in front of each booth, all eager to recruit new members. as students return to campus, they are met with a flood of fliers and invitations to parties, mixers, and rush events. while you were walking through the crowd of eager freshmen to join these organizations, you bumped into someone very unexpected...
what do you do when you bump into the guy you hooked up with after a music festival during summer break? instead of the royal blue basketball jersey you first met him in, it was replaced by a varsity jacket with the letters reading "ÎΧÎ".
"haechan?"
pairing: fratboy!haechan x fem!reader
genre: smau, non-idol au, college au, fluff, nsfw/suggestive (mdni!) comedy, humor, slight slowburn, strangers to lovers, rave bae core? (am i in love with you or is it just the drugs?)
warnings: mentions of alcohol/substance usage (marijuana, mdma/ecstasy, lsd, cocaine), profanity, jokes about sex and death thrown around, both groups are out of pocket and tmi doesn't exist apparently... no ones safe! the boys gc is kinda questionable (this is where i say men deserve no rights!), haechan x reader met at an edm festival (the term rave bae will be said here and there. rave bae is someone you meet unexpectedly while raving, kinda like your temporary s/o for the duration of the rave or festival... smth like that!) disclaimer notice: these portrayals are fictional and are not intended to encourage or glamorize substance use.
playlist: where you are - john summit | club classics - charli xcx | intimidated - kaytranada, h.e.r. | high and i like it - it's murph, evalyn | what a life - john summit, stevie appleton | saving up - dom dolla | talk talk - charli xcx, troye sivan | mr useless - shygirl, sg lewis, club shy | atmosphere - fisher, kita alexander | thinking about you - calvin harris, ayah marar | gas pedal remix - john summit, subtronics, tape b, sage the gemini
notes: omg!!! my first post ever... honestly i've been debating to do this for a long time... now here i am :D ngl i lowkey based this off a personal experience (i am a changed woman now okay... spare me! đ) my first lil fic dedicated to haechan!!! the playlist is highly edm biased with a sprinkle of brat. i just think it fits the vibe so well hehe. open to feedback and enjoy!!! âĄ
status: ongoing!
taglist: open!
profiles: live laugh love y/n (1), john summit fanboys (2)
intro: so.... edc next year?
one: comedown
two: wtf is college
three: boutta fuckin jump
four: y/nâs eras tour
five: is my brain braining?
six: heyyyyyy đ
seven: i know what u areâŚ
eight: tequila ftw
nine: ot3 timeout
ten: i want u đŠ
eleven: drunk olympics
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pairing: the worst!logan howlett x younger generation!reader
warnings: Logan easing into the new world and generation, mention of Wade trying to get roommate!reader and Logan together, making a TikTok, sniffing, smut, etc.
note: âshe donât want no puppy! She wanna BIG dawg!â
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Logan had thought living with Wade would be a bad idea. He belonged in his last universe with what heâs done. He brought himself down for years, mentally and physically, hoping the pain would stop. Thankfully, it finally had.
Itâs been almost a year since Logan has lived with Wade and his younger roommate. The match seemed off when he first met her, but after the first hour, she knew why she and Wade were close friends.
The girl was in college, young, pretty, had a small job at the campus, and loved parties, and things that Wade did daily.
Logan had a small argument with y/n a couple of weeks ago after she gifted him an iPhone. She said he needed it to keep in touch with her and Wade. She also said he needed a bit of humor.
He had no idea what that meant until she made a TikTok for the man. The videos that came up on his page didnât make sense to him, he he still laughed at them.
He had no idea what happened to himself, but sending memes to y/n every hour was a habit.
After sending y/n a TikTok video, he swiped and came across a sound that confused him.
The man in the video was lip-syncing a song as she showed his muscles. Logan gave a disgusting look at his phone, thinking the man looked ridiculous until he read the title.
âWhen she chose you because youâre height starts with a six and your weight starts with a twoâ
Logan sent the video to y/n, asking her what he meant by that. He didnât know being a muscle-tall man was a trend.
âLogan, Iâm in the room next to you, just come here!â Y/n shouted in her room, making him sigh loudly as he got off of the couch for the first time in what felt like days.
âI just wanted to know what he meant? Like is being big and tall a trend? Like, if thatâs the case, then Iâd be viral,â Logan used words that y/n and Wade ran him by.
âGod, Logan â Do people your age question everything?â Y/n checked her phone and noticed what trend he sent her. Sheâs thought about this trend but with Logan in it. He fits it perfectly, but Wade would tease her if sheâd ever brought it up.
âIâm just askin', Bub. Seemed stupid to me,â Logan shrugged his shoulders. âBecause you havenât tried it,â y/n defended her generation. âSo, youâre into that stuff? God, y/n â Never knew youâd be one of those kids,â
âI do like it, and since youâre so boring, weâre gonna have you do it, so câmere,â y/n stood up from her bed and placed her phone down on her desk after clicking the sound.
âGotta take your shirt off for it,â y/n lied, but she knew heâd do it, even if he complained. âNo fuckinâ way, bub,â Logan laughed as he turned around to go back to his sofa until she grabbed his arm softly.
âPlease! You never do TikTokâs with me,â y/n fake cried, annoying him in an instant. âAinât takinâ my shirt off for no little girls online. Iâd get, whatâs it called? Canceled?â Logan said, making her laugh.
âLogan, you sound stupid as fuck. Take off the shirt â Unless youâre jealous they look better than you,â y/n shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her bed to sit down, acting like she didnât care to get a reaction out of him.
âBub, you know I look better than them, so stop the lyin,â Logan felt a bit upset at her words. Y/n ignored him for what felt like hours, so he sighed and gave up. âSwear to god, Iâd Wade say some shit about this, Iâll kill him,â
Logan and y/n worked on the TikTok for an half hour, trying to get the right angle since he kept saying he didnât look good enough.
Y/n never complained. Watching him walk through her door repeatedly, then editing the video in slow motion, made her stomach tingle.
At first, Logan felt uncomfortable. She could smell the young lady, but he didnât want to say anything. Heâd be a pervert if he did, so he kept quiet, thinking it would go away, but he knew her spot grew bigger.
âSo, you think Iâm a big dog?â Logan genuinely asked as y/n began to edit the TikTok video. âWhat makes you think that?â She asked; thinking she nailed her scared response, but Logan saw the quick stutter in her fingers as she typed on her phone.
âJust askin, bub,â Logan said before taking a small sniff. He was leaning on her doorway as she sat on her bed. He was so far., yet she smelt so close.
He cussed himself out in his head, upset that Wade had won this âyouâll like her eventuallyâ argument. Logan swore she was too young, and even made her feel a bit bad.
He had thought y/n had moved on, maybe got over the thought of her having a chance with Wadeâs new friend, but the smell she had, is making him go insane.
All sheâs doing is making a TikTok. Thatâs it, but he canât stop thinking about the spot sheâs soaking in her panties. He felt nasty, but in a good way after a while. The lust was taking him over.
âYou happy youâve got your little video?â Logan asked as he kicked off of her dorm frame and walked towards her bed to sit next to her.
âYes, finally,â she smiled at him before continuing her edit. Logan scanned the girl's body slowly, watching how spotty her breathing was, seeing goosebumps form on her arms, and watching her leg shake a bit.
âIs that so?â He asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. Sheâs always been a sweet bean to him, but he ignored it. He tried his best to prove Wade wrong, but she was hard to ignore, and Wade knew that. Wade knew y/n would bring something out in the grumpy old man.
âMhm hm,â Y/n mumbled as she pushed the post on her phone. âThink itâll get a lot of likes,â she looked to the side at Logan who was now closer than she thought.
âAnd why is that? I look good?â He asked her, eyes on her soft and pretty lips. âUh, yeah â Think the viewers will like it,â she awkwardly smiled, feeling her heart raise.
âThink you liked it more than the viewers will,â Logan almost whispered. Y/n just noticed how his shirt was still off. Why was his shirt still off?
âSeen you repost that video, y/n. Youâre not slick,â Logan spoke about the video he had sent her. âThink you were thinkinâ about me when you did it,â the man smirked.
âI- I was just reposting,â Y/n stuttered as his hand slowly cupped her chin. âGuess Iâm not the big dog youâre lookinâ for them,â Logan faked sighing as he pulled his hand back.
Before he could turn around to get up, y/n grabbed his face and pulled him into a short but long kiss, hoping to get the best out of this one-time thing.
âTold you last you, you ainât for me, baby,â Logan said, making y/n look down in embarrassment. âI know,â she said. âI lied â Was just goinâ through a little somethin,â Logan admitted before pulling her back into a kiss, this time rough.
Y/n gasped as he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her lips like heâd starved for days. âLo,â y/n moaned low at the feeling of his pulling her into his rough kisses.
Logan decided to push Y/n down on her bed and lean over her, keeping their lips together. Y/n instantly wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him closer as he moved his hips, grinding on her to feel the pressure.
âOh, fuck,â Logan groaned in between their kiss, feeling his cock leak already. âIf I fuck you, Wade wins,â Logan pulled back from the girl, taking a look into her eyes. She thought the man would leave, get off of her and never speak to her again, until he assured her, he was staying.
âFuck it â Canât resist you anymore, baby,â Logan smashed his lips back onto the young lady's lips, kissing her roughly as he tugged on his jeans. All y/n had to do was pull up the gown she wore almost every day she was off of work when she was too lazy to dress up.
âWait- We need a condom,â y/n leaned up, but Logan pushed her back down. âOh, no we donât. Your cunts leaking too much for me to not feel her,â Logan said. She was confused, not knowing how he knew she was wet until she thought to herself.
Heâs a mutant. His only powers canât be regeneration and speed.
âFuck, I-â y/n cut herself off, embarrassed at her pervy actions. He probably smells her all the time. âCaught red-handed,â Logan chuckled as he put his cock in hand.
âAlways wet around the house. Teasinâ me and basically begginâ for me every day. Wished I took you to my room when I first met you. Maybe by now, weâd have our little family,â
Logan pushed into the girl, giving her no time to think about what he had just said about a family.
Sheâs never thought of a family with Logan. Itâs not he wasnât father material, itâs the fact sheâs only been thinking about him pleasing her, and pleasing her only.
âFuck, thatâs it,â
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pairing: geto suguru x f!reader summary: moments between you and geto, and how you inevitably ended up in his bed. genre: smut, college au, ends in fluff, geto is whipped tbh notes/warnings: mdni, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, praise kink!, mentions of womanizer gojo bc it makes me giggle, somewhat flirty geto, flirty gojo, shoko smokes, mentions of alcohol, first time posting smut pls be nice it's mid at best. rushed and barely edited!! yes this is a repost oops. wc: ~4.9k
i.
if someone had told you five months ago that you would eventually end up in geto suguru's bed, you would've laughed in their face.
the names geto suguru and gojo satoru were notorious across your campus, and yet you had never interacted with them before you met ieiri shoko. gojo satoru was known for his flirtatious tendencies, and with a simple smile and a flash of his bright, blue eyes he was able to get most people fall for him. he had no shortage of admirers or flings, and he took great pride in the fact that none of his short-lived romances had ever ended badly.
geto suguru, on the other hand, had rarely been seen pursuing anyone. there were rumors, of course, of the lucky individuals that had gotten to spend the night with him, but geto had never taken it upon himself to confirm or deny any of them.
you couldn't care less about either one of their love lives, but no matter what classes you took and no matter who you sat next to, they always became a topic of conversation.
"so, are you going?"
you looked up from your notes to see your seatmateâ mika, you think her name wasâ looking at you curiously. you gave her a puzzled look, earning an exasperated one in return before she leaned in.
"to the party tonight?" she whispered conspiratorially. "you know, the one gojo and geto are hosting?"
"no," you replied, turning back to your notes in hopes of ending the conversation. the truth was that you were attending, you were just hoping to get in, get tipsy, and leave before anything interesting could happen. in addition to being attractive, gojo satoru was also loaded, and that usually meant that he supplied all the alcohol at his parties without demanding some sort of payment from anyone who attended. as a broke college student, who were you to turn down free alcohol?
"you should," mika continued, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she jotted down some notes. "i heard geto will actually be there this time. something about it being in his honor."
your nose scrunched at her soft sigh, and she gave you a look of disbelief when you remained unimpressed with her news.
"you know, he barely shows up to these things, even though he lives there," she pressed on, biting her lip as she giggles.
"look," you said, not unkindly. "i'm gonna be honest with you; i could not care less about either one of them."
mika huffed before turning away, and you sighed in relief when she made no effort to continue the conversation. you looked away when you hear a snort coming from your left, and you raised your gaze to meet a pair of tired, brown eyes.
"not a fan of gojo and geto?" the girl asked, earning an amused laugh from you.
"i wouldn't know," you replied truthfully, shrugging casually. "never met 'em."
you watched as the girl barked out a laugh at your response, holding out a hand for you to shake. "i like you. i'm ieiri shoko."
you gave her your name as you shook her hand, your conversation coming to an abrupt end when your professor walked in. you smiled to yourself when the lecture eventually ended, watching as mika hurried out of class after giving you an unimpressed look.
"so, are you really not going to the party?" shoko asked, falling into step with you as you left the building. you watched as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between her lips before offering one to you. you shook you head lightly as she patted her pants pockets. "you wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?"
"of course i'm going," you replied, rummaging through your backpack for your lighter. you handed it to her with a smirk, earning a raised eyebrow in return as she lights the stick between her lips. "i'd be an idiot not to. i just wanted mika to stop talking."
"i guess i'll see you there," shoko mused, placing your lighter back into the palm of your hand as you came to a crosswalk. "look for me when you get there, yeah? you seem like good company."
you nodded your head as she waved, walking off in the opposite direction you were headed toward. you made it through the rest of your day without incident, making sure to grab an early dinner before taking a quick shower and lying down.
a quick glance at your clock let you know that it was nearing eight, and you sighed loudly before standing up and walking over to your closet to pick out your outfit. you took your time getting ready, music blasting as you finally slipped on your shoes and ordered a ride.
by the time you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. you could feel the bass thumping from where you stood on the sidewalk, and you quickly made your way to the front door in an attempt to escape form the cold wind.
you made a beeline towards the kitchen, resolving to get a drink first before looking for shoko. you hummed along to the song that was playing as you grabbed a cheap plastic cup, pouring yourself whatever what in the bottle closest to you. you slowly made your way out of the kitchen, raising the cup to your lips before catching sight of mika. you jolted lightly, placing your cup on the nearest table when you saw her turn your way before you ducked into a hallway.
a quiet grunt left your lips when you collided against something hard, and you felt yourself tilting backwards before a strong set of hands landed on your waist to steady you.
"woah there, are you okay?"
you glanced up to see geto suguru standing in front of you, an amused smile on his face as he studied you. you shot another glance into the main room, sighing in relief when you realized mika was no longer visible.
"yeah," you mumbled, straightening up and facing geto once more. "i'm good."
it was silent for a few seconds as geto followed your previous line of sight, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist. he turned back when you tapped his shoulder awkwardly, and you were met with the same amused smile still present on his face. he hummed in acknowledgement, looking down at you curiously as you leaned back slightly.
"you can let go now."
"my apologies," geto replied smoothly, his hands lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away. "just wanted to make sure you were okay. i'mâ"
"i see you've met geto."
you peeked behind geto's broad frame to see shoko leaning against the wall across from you, and you watched as a look of mild surprise crossed geto's face.
"you two know each other?" he asked, earning nods from the two of you in return. the surprise on his face melted away into a charming smile, and he held his hand out for you to shake. "the pleasure is all mine."
you shook his hand lightly, nodding at him before turning back to shoko. you handed her your lighter wordlessly, and she gave you a grin before beckoning for you to follow her. the two of you exited out the back door, making your way towards the bordering fence as geto followed.
"i haven't seen you around before," geto commented casually, earning a suspicious look from shoko as he attempted to make conversation with you. he gave her a lopsided smile, tilting his head towards you briefly as shoko scoffed at him.
"don't go out much," you mumbled, giving him a dull look at you shrugged.
"why? overprotective boyfriend?" geto asked, earning an amused look from you at his boldness. you chuckled lightly, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.
"more like an overly comfy bed," you retorted, watching as he nodded at your words.
"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like," he responded slyly, a handsome smile on his face as he leaned in slightly.
"nah, i'm good."
geto blinked once, twice, three times at your words, staring at you in confusion as shoko's laughter rang in his head.
"what?" he asked dumbly, straightening up when shoko clapped him on the shoulder.
"i'm good," you repeated, giving him a small smile. "thanks for the offer but i'm here for the booze, not the guys."
"i've never seen this happen before," shoko breathed, stomping out her cigarette as her eyes lit up. "oh my god, i have to find satoru."
you watched shoko as she darted away, geto's eyes still on you as he composed himself. he shoved his hands into his pockets before backing away, still reeling from your rejection as you gave him one last look.
"i'm gonna go look for shoko," you mumbled, giving him a small wave before following after her. geto watched as you moved further and further away, his curiosity peaking as he waited for you to turn back and send him one last look. it never came, and he felt his stomach twist in disappointment.
ii.
"wanna grab lunch?" shoko asked, packing her stuff up as class ended. you nodded wordlessly, zipping your backpack up before slinging it over your shoulder.
"what did you have in mind?" you asked, heading towards the door.
"what about onigiri?"
you and shoko looked up to see geto by the door, his eyes on you as gojo stood beside him waving enthusiastically. a defeated sigh escaped shoko's mouth, and she hooked her arm with yours as she pulled you towards the two boys.
"only if you pay," shoko mumbled, not even having the energy to argue against geto. he gave her an innocent smile as gojo slung an arm over shoko's shoulders, effectively pulling her away from you as he shot you a curious gaze.
"have we met before? you look familiar," gojo asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you over his sunglasses. you opened your mouth to respond, stopping when he suddenly snapped his fingers. "i know! i've seen you in my dreams."
a surprised laugh left your lips as shoko groaned, and you grinned at gojo as you started walking.
"i totally haven't heard that one before," you commented, saying your name as gojo laughed.
"gojo satoru, but you can call me any time," he said, winking at you as you shook your head with a smile. you missed the way gojo stuck his tongue out at geto.
"don't get your hopes up," you replied, earning an exaggerated pout from gojo. you looked to your side when geto fell into step next to you, giving him a friendly nod as the two of you followed after gojo and shoko. you snorted as you noticed shoko's bored look, the occasional hum coming from her lips as gojo talked her ear off.
"how was class?"
you hummed when you heard geto speak, turning to look at him as he repeated his question.
"your class," he said quietly, glancing at you before turning back to look at his friends. "how was it?"
"it went well," you responded, eyeing him for a few seconds before following his gaze. "a little confusing, but shoko is crazy smart."
"she wants to be a doctor, y'know," geto said softly, a proud smile tugging at his lips. you glanced at him briefly, your eyes softening at the look on his face. "she's the smartest one out of all of us."
"i'm sure she'll be the best doctor," you said honestly. "if she ever quits smoking."
geto laughed at your comment, nodding in agreement as you came to a stop. you joined shoko at a table, nodding absentmindedly as gojo announced that he and geto would go grab the food.
"so?" shoko asked as soon as they were out of sight.
"so what?" you questioned, giving her a confused look.
"now that you've met geto and gojo," shoko began, waving a hand in the direction they had disappeared. "are you a fan?"
"they're not the worst," you admitted, receiving an amused hum in return. "they're huge flirts, but they're okay once you get past that."
shoko nodded in satisfaction just at the two boys reappeared, sliding into the empty seats next to you. you listened closely as gojo rattled off the different kinds they had gotten. you perked up when you heard your favorite ingredient, and you shyly asked if you could have that one.
gojo gave you a funny look before turning to shoko, mumbling something to her as geto held his hand out, the onigiri in hand. you thanked him with a smile, the four of you eating silently as you basked in the sun.
the silence was broken when gojo's phone went off, and his eyes widened briefly before he scarfed down the rest of his food and stood up.
"well we have to get to class," he proclaimed, tugging geto out of his seat before walking away. he paused briefly, sending you one last smile before waving. "it was nice to meet you! we should do this again, but it should just be me and you next time."
you rolled your eyes at his words, briefly catching the hard look on geto's face as you waved them off and turned back to look at shoko. she had the same funny look on her face that gojo did earlier as she looked at the two boys, humming thoughtfully before turning to you.
"you know, that's geto's favorite filling too," she commented, motioning towards your discarded wrapper with a tilt of her head. your eyebrows raised slightly, missing the insinuation behind her words as she sighed. "he always gets the same filling and refuses to eat anything else. i didn't think he'd actually give it to you."
you remained quiet after her statement, picking up the trash before tossing it into the bin next to your table. "there's a first time for everything, i guess."
"who knows," shoko mused, giving you a playful look as she stood up. "maybe he likes you."
iii.
shoko quickly became a constant in your life, and with her came gojo and geto.
"we're a package deal!" gojo had said when you made a comment about seeing them every single day. "you either get all of us, or none of us."
you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, especially not when the three of them turned out to be good friends. once you got used to the flirting, gojo was kind and funny, always knowing how to cheer you up. shoko was as blunt and honest as ever, and with her help, you were able to raise your grade in the classes the two of you shared.
geto was a different story. unlike gojo, he had never flirted with you after that night at the party, and you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed about it as you spent more time with him.
no one knew how, but you and geto quickly became study buddies. he was more serious than gojo, helping you stay focused, but less strict than shoko, who liked to use tough love to help you retain information. the two of you spent many afternoons at the library, sometimes joined by shoko or gojo, but mostly alone.
you quickly learned that geto was smart, almost frighteningly so, and he had a natural talent for teaching. his voice was soft and pleasant, his tone patient as you asked him to explain concepts you couldn't quite grasp. your study sessions usually ended in dinners together, grabbing whatever you could get from the university's food court.
he was also caring, always making sure to walk you home if your studying ran late. this often resulted in teasing looks from gojo, a pout on his face as he made kissy noises whenever the two of you would leave him behind. he always made sure you walked on the inner side of the sidewalk and he wouldn't leave you alone until he was sure your door was locked, and as the days dragged on, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to geto suguru.
"you don't get it!" you complained, flopping onto your bed as shoko flipped through a magazine. "he's soâ ugh."
"so ugh?" shoko repeated teasingly, watching as you tilted your head back to look at her.
"shoko!" you whined, throwing an arm over your eyes as you huffed. "i thought he was just a flirt. i didn't know he was this charming."
"this is hilarious," shoko commented, ignoring your glare. "remember when you turned him down?"
"he just wanted to hook up," you murmured, sighing softly before sitting up. "now that i've gotten to know him, i'm thinking i should've said yes when i had the chance."
"and who says you don't have a chance now?"
"he doesn't flirt with me!" you exclaim. when you see shoko raise her eyebrow, you elaborate. "he was flirting that night at the party because he was interested. he doesn't say anything that even remotely implies his interest in me anymore. the only one who flirts is gojo!"
"oh, geto definitely has an interest," shoko muttered, earning a curious glance from you. "look, he gives you his favorite foods, tutors you, and even walks you home. i've never seen him do that for anyone else. he wont even tutor satoru! and that's his best friend. if anything, you caught his interest when you turned him down."
shoko's eyes widened in panic when you pouted sadly, your expression falling as you took in her words.
"so he's only interested in me because i'm a challenge?" you asked quietly, earning a frustrated sigh from shoko.
"yes," she answered, getting a sad look from you. "but not in the way you think. he's never had anyone turn him down before you. and then he got to know you and he liked you. i don't think he wants to 'just hook up with you'. he wants to be with you."
"but what ifâ"
"trust me on this," shoko interrupted. you bit your lip hesitantly before nodding your head. "i think you should start the flirting. if he sees you're interested, then he'll reciprocate. i'm sure of it."
iv.
you felt a vague sense of deja vu as you stepped into gojo and geto's shared house once again, loud music playing as you weaved your way through the crowd.
you were on high alert as you looked for shoko, yet you still jumped when you felt a heavy arm wrap around your shoulders.
"hey!" gojo shouted, leaning in close to make sure you heard him over the loud music. "when did you get here?"
"a minute ago," you responded flatly, the faint smell of alcohol filling your nostrils as gojo hugged you. he giggled softly and you rolled your eyes with a smile, knowing he was probably already tipsy.
"who are you looking for?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he gave you a sultry look. "suguru?"
"no!" you denied, feeling your cheeks grow warm at the name. you averted your gaze, missing the way gojo's smile grew at your reaction. he guided you through the crowd and into the kitchen, coming to a stop when you saw shoko and geto leaning against the fridge.
"look who i found!" gojo proclaimed, pushing you in front of shoko and geto. shoko crowed your name with a smile, and you smiled back at her before glancing at geto. you froze slightly when you saw the way his eyes were trailing over your figure, taking in your outfit before his eyes settled on your face. there was a lazy smirk on his face as he nodded his head at you.
"hey," he greeted, his normal volume almost quiet in the loud room.
"hi," you replied, earning a groan from shoko. she walked forward, grasping gojo's arm before tugging him away.
"we're going outside," she announced, frowning when a noise of protest left gojo's lips. she flicked his forehead before glancing at you and geto, and a look of understanding fell across his face before he shut his mouth and followed after her without hesitation.
"you know," geto started, sighing as gojo disappears from sight. "something tells me they're not going outside."
"i feel compelled to agree," you grumbled, earning a chuckle from geto.
"i didn't think you were gonna come," he commented casually, turning to face you as you grabbed a bottle of water.
"oh you know," you said, shrugging half-heartedly as you took a sip. geto's eyes focused on your lips. "i go out occasionally."
"occasionally? why? got an overprotective boyfriend or something?" geto asked, his tone teasing as he repeats the same words he spoke when you first met. you grinned in response, putting your water bottle down on the counter as you crept closer to him.
"no, more like an overly comfy bed," you responded, your heart racing when he leaned down.
"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like."
"i would," you said, biting your lip when getoâs eyes widened. he paused briefly before slipping his hand into yours, pulling you out of the kitchen.
neither one of you noticed the way gojo and shoko exchanged a smug look as he led you upstairs.
v.
all of those previous interactions with geto suguru culminated into the position you find yourself in now: in his bed.
a gasp leaves your lips as geto's hands trail underneath your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head with one hand as he fondles your breast with the other.
your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you give him a bruising kiss, feeling his hands slip behind your back to unhook your bra. a hiss leaves your lips as the cool air hits your nipples, and he immediately takes one into his mouth, warm tongue laving over your hardened nipple as you moan.
your hands tug at his shirt, and he separates himself from you briefly to take it off and toss it off to the side, his fingers immediately going down to his belt to undo it. your own hands tug at your pants, pulling your underwear along with it as you kick them off the bed.
geto freezes when he sees you sprawled on his bed, and he licks his lips before reaching our and grabbing your thighs, pulling you flush against his own before dipping a finger in between your folds.
"so wet and i haven't even touched you," he murmurs, enjoying the way you squirm at his touch. "all this for me?"
"yeah," you breathe, biting your lips when you notice geto's eyes darken. "all for you. i need you, geto."
"suguru," he corrects, fingers swirling around your clit as you gasp. "say it."
"need you, suguru," you whimper, watching him with rapt attention as he pumps himself a few times.
"are you sure?" he asks, watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his cock brushes against your folds.
"i'm ready. i need you. i can take you."
geto breathes in sharply at your words, his eyes trained on your cunt as he pushes in slowly. you're perfect for him, your warm walls pulling him in as your face scrunches up with pleasure. a soft moan leaves your lips as he circles your clit, burying himself even further into you until his balls rest against your ass.
he remains still for a moment, getting used to feeling of you squeezing him until you start moving your hips against him.
"please move, suguru," you whine, your voice soft and needy in his ears.
"anything for you," he whispers, lowering himself down to kiss you as he intertwines a hand with yours. he swallows your moans as he pulls out, leaving only the tip in before thrusting into you at a harsher pace.
"feels good, suguru," you moan against his lips, your hand squeezing him as he picks up his pace.
"you feel so good, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips. "you're so tight. look at you, taking me so well."
you moan at his words, your cunt clenching around him as he praises you.
"been thinking about this since the night i met you," he confesses, burying his face into the crook of your neck. he lets go of your hand to grab your legs, placing them onto his shoulders as his thrusts get deeper. "i knew this pretty pussy would be perfect for me."
your hands grab at the bedsheets as he keeps a steady rhythms, and geto finds himself fascinated by the way your breasts bounce every time he thrusts into you. he watches as you arch after a particularly deep thrust, and he makes sure to repeat the motion, enjoying the way you mewl as he reaches the deepest parts inside of you.
"suguru!" you cry out, your legs trembling as his fingers tease your clit. "i-i'm close!"
"cum for me," he whispers, eyes focused on your face as you spasm around his cock. you moan softly as he keeps thrusting, helping you ride out your high before he pulls out. you're flipped onto your stomach before you can react, your legs trembling as you try to keep yourself up on all fours.
"do you think you can do that again for me, sweetheart," geto whispers into your ear, his lips trailing down the side of your neck as you nod. "lie down for me, yeah?"
you're squirming as you obey, your face down on the sheets as geto looms over you. his usual half-bun is messy and loose from your earlier tugging, and you can feel the long strands of silky hair tickling your shoulders. his hand feels heavy as it rests on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the tip of his dick brushes against your clit. a breathy moan leaves your lips, and he smirks as he watches you, stilling momentarily before you feel the head of his cock prod at your folds once again.
you wiggle your hips in an effort to get him to move, whining softly as you try to turn back and look at him. he chuckles lowly, fingers brushing your hair away from your shoulder before he leans down to press a teasing kiss against it. he complies anyways, groaning as he sinks into you and enjoying the way your cunt seems to suck him in.
he wonders if you know that he could never possibly deny you anything.
"harder, suguru," you beg, clenching around him as he grinds into you. "please."
it isn't long until he gives in, rutting into you like it's the only thing he's good for, his balls slapping against your clit with each stroke and sending you into a state of frenzied euphoria. you can feel his hand pushing you down, your back arching obscenely as his other hand creeps between your thighs, skilled fingers expertly nudging at your clit.
"suguru, pleasepleaseplease," you gasp, wiggling your hips to try and get him to go faster. "more, please, iâ"
geto knows. he knows exactly what your trying to tell him as he speeds up, the wet sounds of your cunt only spurring him on. there's a creamy ring at the base of his cock, and geto grabs at the fat of your ass in an attempt to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
"suguru!" you squeal, trembling underneath him. "i'm cumming!"
geto grins when you gush all over him, clear liquid spattering all over his abs and thighs, coating his dick and making it easier for him to slip in and out of you. he stills for a brief moment, a low grunt leaving him as he empties himself into you. you whimper softly when he pulls out, and he grabs your chin to tilt your face toward him, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips before leaning back.
"look at you, you did so good for me, gushing all prettily around my cock," he murmurs. he watches as you clench around nothing, his cum dripping down to your clit when you hear his words. he reaches forward to gather it all up, purposely teasing your clit to hear you moan once again.
he makes no complaint when you roll over and grab his hand, licking his fingers clean before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down onto you. the two of you exchange lazy kisses before he rolls over, pulling you onto his chest before giving you a soft look.
"i like you," he says quietly, squeezing your waist as he gives you another kiss. "you know that, right?"
"mhm," you mumble tiredly. "i kinda guessed."
you press another kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest. "i like you too."
"good," he chuckles, burying his face into your hair. "we should probably get cleaned up."
"yeah," you agree, making no move to get up. the two of you lay in silence for a few minutes, almost drifting off to sleep before you hear a loud knock on the door.
"hey!" gojo's voice is loud through the door. "congrats on the sex!"
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pairings ââ¸â¸â¸ collegecrush!jeno x reader wc. 2.4k
genre. smut
đŚ˘âââincludes ... oral ( fem receiving ), unprotected sex, praise kink , this is kinda angsty.
request. can u write a "campus crush" fic based on jeno's look at the airport please đđŠˇ
ă authors note đš ă ngl i didn't expect it to be so angsty but reader literally is me and my brain.
⪠masterlist! âŤ
your brain was always on go; constantly it was like it never stopped, even when you would sleep it was like your brain wouldn't turn offâ it was never ending, and becoming a college student; living on your own made it worse.
running into your class; the professors back was turned around so you snuck in , sitting down. âyou're late again.â yoo jimin, your best friend; the complete opposite of you; she was constantly put together, it was like she had everything together. âi stayed up last night to study.â you whispered, huffing out pulling out your ipad, hair all over the place. âhow did it go?â you stared at her stoically. âhow do you think?â you said. âpoint taken.â she said.
âmaybe you have like adhd or something.â karina walked next to you; watching you go through your messy planner. âbecause this can't be normal.â she said. âim sure the doctor has something to cure whatever this was.â you shrugged. âwith my luck i would probably be too busy and forget to take it.â she laughed. âprobably, you're just a hot mess and that's okay, i still love you anyway.â she wrapped her arms around you, calming you. âmessy hair and disheveled clothes that i'm pretty sure you had on yesterday and all.â
jeno on the the hand; he seemed to have his life togetherâ he never came to school looking crazy; even after a night out in which he was black out drunk with his group of friends, he'd turn up the next day, showered, shaven and ready to go on with his date. âit almost scary why aren't you hungover.â
haechan groaned, his head down low. âyou out drunk me yesterday; jaemin left you in your dorm unable to pick yourself off the floor.â jeno smugly shrugged, his hair black hair was neatly styled, his outfit that he picked that morning neat on his body.. âi feel fine, maybe you should lay off the alcohol.â the boy would've lunged at the boy if he didn't feel like his head was gonna explode. âhaechan look you and yn both look like you had a good time last night.â
jeno turned hearing your name, a small smile on his lips, one no one couldn't unless they were looking really close. âfuck off jaemin.â you huffed sitting down. âexcept yn looks like that all the time.â haechan said, yelling as you began bang on the metal table. âhow's that headache? huh you asshole.â jeno held his hand out , stopping you. âyou'll hurt yourself.â
he moved his hand away from you; that didn't really help your rapidly beating heart. along with the stress of school and your everyday life; jeno lee was another thing that raced throughout your already cluttered mind; he sometimes was the only thing that could calm your messy mindâ not like he noticed or anything.
âsheâll hurt herselfâ she hurt me!â haechan cried out. âmy head.â holding his head in his hands. âjimin hold me.â you all watched karina fight the whining boy off, you laughter making jeno smile slightly, only stopping when jaemin caught him; wiggling his eyebrows at the boy, jaemin was the only one who knew about his crush on the girl.
âyou should ask her out.â jaemin said one day out of the blue. âyn, you should ask her out.â jeno was shocked; he thought he did a good job hiding his infatuation with you. âhaechan isn't all the way there and renjun could care less, so of course they don't notice, but bro i'm your best friend , and i can tell , and you don't really hide , you literally write the notes down so she can study.â ever since that day, jaemin never let him live it down.
âyn you have a class soon.â jeno turned to you as you looked down at your phone. âoh yeah i better go.â you shot up. âmy professor is gonna kill me if im late again.â you collected your things. âjeno don't you have this class too?â renjun asked, he nodded; calmly getting up, saying goodbye to everyone, before walking away; but walking slowly so you'd be able to catch up to him.
you both made it to the class, you found your seat in the back; jeno took a seat in the front like always, occasionally looking back to check on youâ he felt bad, watching you stress out all the time, you could never seem to get anything right in your eyes; but in his eyes you were perfect.
âyn.â your professor stopped you as you were leaving out the door. âyes?â you stopped. âyour research paper.â she started. âis there something wrong with it?â you sighed, she didn't have to say anything, but you knew. âlisten what if i give you an extra day or two, go over it; read my notes and try again.â she said, you nodded. âthank you ma'am.â you turned walking out of the class, where jeno was waiting. âoh jeno you're still here?â
while waiting for you, jeno overheard your conversation with the professor. âyeah, everything okay?â you nodded. âjust need to go home and get my head together so i can get this essay right this time.â he walked silently next to you, before he spoke up. âi can help you.â he said. âgo over the essay with you.â
ây-you don't have to, it's all word vomit i don't want to put you through that.â he waved you off. âi don't mind it.â you were about to reject him again when he grabbed your arm, stopping you. âlet me help you.â your eyes widened at the sudden touch. âsorry.â he said, removing his hand. âit-its okay.â you said, heart racing. âi can come over to your apartment and go over it with you.â he said. âand it won't be a problem?â he shook your head. âyou'll never be a problem, okay?â you nodded. âo-okay.â
âcome on let's go.â
it had been so long since you had anyone over besides karina and she was used to your madness; but it had been even longer since you had a cute guy over, and you weren't really planning on having one overâ otherwise you would have cleaned your room. âit's a little messy.â
âit's okay, it's just clothes.â he smiled watching you frantically pick up the clothes, shoving them in your closet. âsit.â you pointed to your bed. âplease, make yourself comfortable.â you said. âum âŚâ you turned to jeno, your face losing all colorâ he was holding your bra in his hand. âdid you forget something?â
you practically lunged at the boy to grab the item, throwing it into your closet. âlet's get started.â you said; he smiled watching you go through your bag to pull out your laptop. âhere.â you opened it, pulling up the essay. he took the laptop from your hands, your fingertips touching. âlet's see, it can't be that bad.â
it was bad; but jeno didn't let you know thatâ well he tried. âum, okay.â he said, you frowned. âit's bad isn't it?â he sighed, reading through the essay, looking at you; your eyes were desperate. âi can help you fix it.â he said, you sighed. âit's useless.â taking away the laptop. âif only i can get my brain to stop just for a second , my essays won't be so shit.â
you hated this; your brain wouldn't stop, it was overwhelming. âhey.â jeno called your name, you bit at your nails in stress. âhey.â he stopped you, holding your hands down. âcalm down , i told you i'll help you wouldn't i?â he said. âiâve seen worse essays trust me, jaemin will plagiarize if i let him.â he laughed. âi can help you fix this, but you have to calm down first.â your eyes traveled to where your hands met. âyou're so cute but you're a hot mess.â
âme-me? cute.â he chuckled; but you were freaking out inside and out, he shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. âlet's finish this okay?â you nodded. âo-okay.â
after going over the mess of a essay; reading the notes the teacher gave you and jeno talking you through it; you finally put together an essay that was at least readable and would satisfy your professor. âthank you so much jeno, you saved my life.â you smiled. âit was all you, you'll do good if you just turn that pretty little head off and learn to breathe.â
âthat's easy for you to say, your life is so put together.â you said. âi can barely get out of bed on time, it's like you said im a hot mess.â
âyou don't want to hear my problems.â you said. âthe essay is done and you probably have things to do, you can ⌠mphâ before you could get the rest out; jenos lips were on yours in feverish kiss, pulling away to give you enough air before his lips were on yours again.
he pulled away again, ready to kiss you again, but you held his chest signaling him to stop immediately. âdid i make you uncomfortable?â he said. âno-no.â you said flustered. âjust, it happened so fast, and now my head and my heart is racing.â you were rambling on and on and it made jeno want to kiss you again, you were so cute. âthen just turn that pretty head off and let me help you.â he looked at you with so much want in his eyes. âokay?â
you nodded, he held the side of your face, pulling you into another kiss; his lips swiping across your bottom lip, sticking his tongue in your mouth , his grip on your waist, lifting your shirt. âlifting your arms for me pretty.â he took your shirt off , throwing it to the floor. âhe-hey just because i use my floor as a hamper doesn't mean you do.â
he laughed, âi'll be sure to fold your clothes neatly the next time i fuck you.â he pulled your pants down, leaving you in your mismatched bra and panties. âbaby you really are a hot mess aren't you.â he kissed your stomach once he laid you on your back. âi like that.â he reached for your waistband, pulling them down your leg. âkeep them open pretty baby.â he kissed the sides of your thighs. âsuch a pretty little pussy.â
you felt the warmth of his lips as he kissed your cunt. âj-jeno.â it had been a while since you've felt anything like this, and lord was jeno good at what he was doing , licking your folds , his nose brushing up against your clit, for the first time in a very long time; there was only one thing on your mindâ it was jeno.
âfuck jeno!â you moaned, gripping his dark locks. âim⌠im gonna cum.â you whined feeling him removing his lips for your clit , one of his fingers invading your hole. âyou gonna cum for me?â you nodded, he groaned , his cock hard; he was ready to fuck you. ây-yes.â you gasped. âpl-please let me cum.â
âshit.â he cursed, adding another finger, curling them inside you. âso tight baby, go ahead and let go for me, make a mess all over my fingers for me.â you gasped out his name , moaning as you came. âgood fucking girl.â he fingered you through your orgasm, until you were holding his wrist , grinding against it. âje-jeno.â he no longer looked put together; his hair messy, clothes disheveledâ even his brain was running a mile a minute, he finally knew what it was always like in your head. âyou look so pretty when you are cumming.â
ridding himself of his clothes; folding your legs in half, giving him a view of your cunt. âpretty little pussy, want me to stuff my fat cock inside?â slotting his cock in between your folds; moving his hips, the tip of his cock catching your clit , both of you moaning. âpl-please fuck me.â you begged. âshh , baby i got you.â
positioning his leaky tip at your entrance, slipping inside. âfuck.â he sighed, your cunt sucking him in. âso tight.â he gasped as he fully bottomed out. âje-jeno you're so big.â you moaned out; his hand coming up to your throat. âyeah, you like my cock stretching your tiny pussy?â he hissed as you tightened around him, your eyes crossed as he plowed into you. âdid i fuck you're pretty head empty?â he questioned, a moan following. âhad so much fuck so much going on inside it , now it's nothing but my cock.â
he tightened his grip around your throat; speeding up his thrust. âde-deeper jeno, fuck!â the desperation in your voice , you needed to feel him; the deeper he went , the tighter his hand wrapped around your throatâ the less you thought about anything, all your troubles floated away. âje-jeno im gonna cum.â
âyeah?â he speed up, cursing as he chased his orgasm. âhold it just a little baby, fuck , wanna cum with you.â his forehead was pressed against his. âi-i can't , jeno im gonna cum.â you gasped , your fingernails digging into his arms. âugh , fuck!â he cursed , rubbing your clit. âfuck i'm gonna cum , cum for me pretty baby.â
he made direct eye contact with you as you came , cunt gripping him like a vice. âshit!â he pulled out , roughly stroking his cock as he came, his warm seed splashing on your stomach. âfuck fuck fuck.â he squeezed his base , milking himself, groaning. âshit.â
âyou want another?â he toyed with your clit. âyour little clit is still desperate for my attention.â you moaned , his finger filling you up. âje-jeno.â your glazed over eyes. âyour pretty little mind is floating somewhere else isn't it?â he chuckled. âfucked you too dumb?â you gasped , moving your hips, grinding against his hand. âgo ahead, cum for me again, pretty.â
you felt like you were floating; mind empty as you came down from second high. âcome back to me, pretty girl.â he coached you back down , a smile on his face. âgood girl.â he removed his fingers from your cunt. âyou did so good for me.â
âsomething on your mind?â jeno asked as he watched you pick at your nail beds for five minutes. âthere's always something on my mind.â you laughed , about to bite your nails , he grabbed your hand, holding your hand down , rubbing your knuckles. ânot when you're occupied.â he smirked , you slapped his naked chest. âit's not that.â you said. âit's you.â he tilted his head. âwhat do you mean?â you shrugged. âyou can tell me.â he said, you sighed.
âwhen you're around you help me not think, you calm me.â you confessed. âso what you're saying you're a hot mess without me?â you pouted. âwhy are you making fun of me?â you whined , he laughed , wrapping his arms around your body. âthats fine with me.â he kissed your forehead. âyou're a hot mess.â
âbut you're my hot mess.â
ŠLUVYENI
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đ¤wonât give up on us: sim jaeyun
part three of the off limits trilogy
pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 17.1k
synopsis: your relationship with jake has been better than ever. almost two years have passed since moving in with your brother, heeseung, sunghoon and jake, whatâs even better is everyone finally graduated college. but with the new freedom of your adult life, other challenges make their way into your relationship.
genre: established relationship, older brotherâs best friend!au, smut, fluff
warnings: swearing, multiple unprotective sex scenes, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, alcohol, masturbating, some tags will be hidden due to not spoiling the story, MINORS DNI. lmk if I missed anything âĄ
â° this is part three to this trilogy, please see part one and two under the title before reading this one. â°
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In the blink of an eye, almost two years have flown by.Â
Your relationship with Jake was now stronger, harder to penetrate or break. You still had fights, but never again like what happened when you broke up.Â
You, yourself even felt stronger coming out of that dark place you were in. Shaping a better heart that you were able to hand to Jake. And he did the same for you.Â
Everything on campus was different now. You and Jake both had eyes on you, yes. But Stella and her bitch squad never once spoke to you or even Jake again. Youâve walked past them on campus, sheâll give you a dirty look and youâll respond with your middle finger.Â
Jake even came around with Shotaro, getting to know him better, and to his surprise, was trying to hang out with him more than you.Â
But one by one, everyone finally graduated college, leaving your graduation in two weeks.Â
Except you didnât think youâd make it to graduation.Â
You lay on the couch in the living room, coughing up your lungs and sweat rolling down every inch of your body. How could you have gotten sick two weeks before graduation?Â
âIâm actually going to die,â you mumbled.Â
Your brother sat on the floor beside your head, dabbing a cool wet washcloth on your forehead, a mask covering his face. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, he responded, âYou have a terrible case of the flu, you arenât dying.âÂ
The three stooges stood at the end of the couch, masks also on their faces as they watched Jay take care of you.Â
âDoctor said youâll be better next week, ya?â Jake said, reaching down and massaging your legs through the blanket covering your body, âJust continue taking your meds and youâll be better soon.âÂ
You knew they were all right, but you chose to be dramatic anyway, âIâm dying!âÂ
Jay covered your face with the cool washcloth, âShut up, Stinks.âÂ
Usually, youâd fight him on the nickname, but right now all you wanted was rest.Â
Heeseung and Sunghoon took every opportunity to tease you. Heeseung would walk into the living room with a can of Febreze, spraying it as he walked past you to get to the kitchen. Sunghoon would walk by holding his index fingers into an X. Youâd just respond either with your middle finger in the air or sitting up and fake coughing at them, making the boys scramble away in a hurried fashion.Â
But as they all said you recovered just in time to finish up the rest of your classes for the semester and walk the stage to get your diploma.Â
Jake has never looked more proud in his life watching as you crossed that stage and officially started the next chapter in your life. He had actual tears streaming down his face.Â
Jay was even worse of a mess. Has snot rolling out his nose and ugly crying and everything.Â
âJongseong,â you snorted at seeing the state your older brother was in, embracing him into a tight hug as he continued to cry into your shoulder.Â
âYouâre all grown up, I canât believe it. I remember when you were just a baby,âÂ
Your father forced Jay off you, so he and your mother could also embrace you in a hug.Â
Heeseung and Sunghoon were next in line for a hug, and then there was Jake for last.Â
You stared into his eyes, smiling so wide as he pulled you into a kiss, âI am so proud of you, my love.âÂ
âItâs all because of you,â which is true. If it werenât for Jake or even your brother, you wouldnât have moved in with them and graduated with their help. You were thankful for all four boys.Â
Shotaro even made his way through the crowd to pull you into a hug, âYou killed it, princess!âÂ
At one point, your eyes would drift off to Jake to see him cringe at the nickname Shotaro has given you, but over the last few years, it doesnât bother him, Jake just stands there with his puppy dog eyes and smile, joining the hug with you and your best friend, âShe did! Didnât she!!â Jake said, nuzzling his head between you and Shotaro, âOur girl did so well!!âÂ
You blushed at all the compliments and love you were getting, youâd be a liar if you said you hated it all.Â
Jay threw a party for you that night. Granted it was just the five of you, along with Taro and Sunghcan, but it still felt great to be surrounded by the people you loved the most.Â
Everyone sat in the kitchen and living room, talking and drinking away. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. His eyes traced down the side of your face and down to his necklace that even after all these years still stayed wrapped around your neck. His eyes moved down to your breasts and the way they peeked out over the drop of the dress you wore for your graduation.Â
Jake felt his pants tighten, his mind wandering to the thoughts of your tits in his hands, tongue shoved down your throat and dick pushing in and out of you. His hand gripped the beer can, biting his lower lip.Â
Normally, Jake would wait to dick you down once company has left, but since everyone is drunk and in no way going home tonightâŚ
Fuck it.Â
âHey,â he whispered in your ear so seductively that it sent chills down your spine. It didnât take a genius to figure out what it was Jake wanted. With the way his lips brushed your ear and hand tightened at your waist. It made you soaked on the spot.Â
You leaned into him, âHmm?âÂ
He softly chuckled, âYou look so sexy right now,âÂ
Your eyes wander around to your brother and then your friends, seeing them all too interested in whatever card game some of them were playing at the table and whatever game the rest were playing on the Nintendo Switch. No one would even realize youâd two be gone. The music was playing loud enough in the apartment that they wouldnât be able to hear anything anyway. They were too drunk to realize anything really.Â
You shifted, pressing your body to his, feeling his cock hard against your stomach, your breast pressing to his chest, making him hiss, mouth practically drooling over you.Â
âKeep acting up and Iâll press that pretty face of yours into the pillows in our bed.âÂ
You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, âWhat else would you do to me? Hmm?âÂ
Jakeâs head was spinning. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. The way heâd do them. Fuck.Â
He took the beer can from your hands, setting it down on the counter beside his, lips touching your ear again, âIâd have you screaming my name while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours until Iâm spilling into you.âÂ
Itâs all you had to hear before taking his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom, Jake closing and locking the door behind you.Â
You didnât even have time to turn around, have time to kiss him let alone touch him. Jake threw you into the bed face first, one hand on the back of your neck and he pushed your face deeper into your pillows.Â
Your pussy was clenching already, feeling your slit pooling in your panties. Hands gripping the bedsheets. You turned your head slightly, looking Jake in the eyes, seeing nothing but desperation behind them, so lust-filled.Â
Jakeâs cock was twitching against his pants, so angry and begging to be set free. With his free hand, he lifted your hips up higher, arching your back.Â
âYou look so pretty like this,â he whispered, sliding his hand from your neck down your back and resting at your hips with his other hand, âDonât move pretty, be a good girl for me, ya?âÂ
You nodded, biting your lips. You wanted to beg him, wanting to feel his hands everywhere and his dick deep inside you. But with the way he was right now, you knew Jake would either take his time and enjoy the way you were in front of him, or get right to fucking into you.Â
Jake lifted your dress up and over your ass, bunching it at your hips, releasing a hiss, âFuck YN,â he groaned, seeing how soaked your panties already were, âWant my cock that badly?âÂ
You nodded again, âJakey please,â you wiggled your hips, Jakeâs hands immediately gripping your ass and squeezing tightly.Â
âI said donât move,â he growled.Â
You stayed still, listening to the sound of his shirt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor. Jake glances down at his angry cock, pulsing and red. His precum dripped down the side of the tip, aching to find its home inside your pussy.Â
He pulled your panties down, letting out a âFuck,â at seeing your juices creating a string connecting to your paints, âYouâre so fucking wet for me baby,â He lifted your legs one by one to pull the laced fabric off you, flinging it somewhere into the abyss of the room, then rolling your dress completely off your body, shoving your face back into the pillows.Â
Seeing you this wet drove him insane. Watching your cunt clench around nothing, waiting so patiently for him to fill you up.Â
Jake shoved two fingers inside you, ears ringing from the pleasured moans that left your mouth, scooping your wetness from you and bringing it down to his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. Jake suppressed the moan he wanted to let out as he pumped himself a couple of times, then adjusted himself up to your pussy, wasting no more time and shoving inside.Â
Your jaw went slack as he filled you up, his hand pushing your face even further into the pillows, the fabric now in your mouth.Â
Jake fucked into you hard, his hips snapping back and forth as if his life depended on it. Fingers gripping your hips tightly, surely to leave bruises in the morning.Â
âFuck, baby,â he finally moaned out, âYou feel so fucking good. Fuck,âÂ
You were screaming into the pillows from the pleasure, chanting his name with each thrust. Your head was spinning, seeing stars.Â
âYou know how proud I am of you baby?â he said, fingers now wrapping in your hair, pulling you up, his chest now pressed to your back, âYouâre the smartest person I know. So proud. You deserve this dick, donât you baby?âÂ
You nodded, âFuck yes Jaeyun and youâre being such a good boy giving it to me like this.âÂ
Jake fucked into you harder, âYeah? Iâm your good boy huh? Dicking you down so hard and fast, being so good taking me like this.âÂ
You reached up behind you, hands finding their way into Jakeâs hair and pulling, âFuck baby,â he practically screamed, âIâm going cum so hard if you keep it up,âÂ
And you did, tangling your fingers even more into his hair as you pulled with all your might, Jakeâs thrusts getting sloppier.Â
âNo way Iâm cumming before you,â he growled into your ear, his hand at your hip sliding between your legs, fastly circling his fingers on your clit, âCum for me first baby, then Iâll breed this sweet cunt.âÂ
You moaned out his name, pulling even harder at his hair.Â
You and Jake were filled with so much pleasure, both growing more sensitive at each other's touches. It took everything in Jake to not cum right here right now, using every bit of willpower he had to hold back from painting your walls with his seed.Â
But Jake couldnât hold on much longer, his will slipping. But you beat him to it, your climax rushing you so fast as you came around his dick, âOh fuck,â he moaned, âMâcumming baby, going to breed you, fuck, fuck. Cumming, Iâm cumming.âÂ
His hot cum filled you, his hips snapping into place against your ass, hands pulling you down onto him, making sure every ounce of cum spilled into you.Â
Both your bodies shaking, Jake laid you down on the bed, his body gently laying on top of you, dick still inside.Â
He rubbed his thumb against your jaw, placing soft kisses on your neck, âI love you. Fuck I love you so much.âÂ
You tilted your head, catching his lips with yours, âI love you so much too my sweet, sweet Jake.âÂ
â
You leaned your elbows to the table, fingers rubbing your temples. The room felt like it was spinning and that you were about to puke up your lunch and coffee that Shotaro just bought you.Â
âYN? Princess?â he called you by your nickname, snapping his fingers in front of your face until you looked up at him, âEverything okay?âÂ
You just shook your head, âI feel like death.âÂ
Taro leaned back into his chair, taking a sip of his coffee, âYou look like death too.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âJeez, thanks Taro.âÂ
Shotaro just chuckled, the jazz music playing in the background of the coffee shop you frequent was soothing and relaxing. How could you feel like shit when this amazing music is filling your ears?Â
You dropped your face into your palms, âI canât really be getting sick again.âÂ
Shotaro started thinking, âDidnât you have the flu last time?â you nodded, âDid you change out your toothbrush and get more toothpaste? Did Jake change out all that as well? What about Hee, Hoon, and Jay?âÂ
That was way too many questions for your brain to process, but you continued to nod anyway, âYes to all that. Jay made sure everyone changed out everything and washed every blanket and sheets in the apartment.âÂ
âDo all five of you really just share food and drinks like that?âÂ
You shrug, âIâm siblings with one, grew up with them all and dating one of them, and been living with them for almost two years. I donât think there is such a thing as not sharing in that apartment.âÂ
Taro just nodded, âAnd I know they didnât get sick after you did.âÂ
You just nod again, too winded to even speak.Â
Shotaro just kept running through everything in his head, the people whoâve been sick after or before you were before graduation. Hell, even Shotaro changed out toothbrush and toothpaste after he found out you had the flu. He wasnât taking chances and youâve eaten after each other a couple of times.Â
But the more Taro tried to wrap his mind around it the more it hurt his brain, his own headache forming. The only thing he can see how you got sick is from passing some random stranger who was sick orâŚ
Wait.Â
âWhen was the last time you had sex with Jake?âÂ
You glance up at your best friend, narrowing your eyes, âYou need to be more specific, we have sex all the time.âÂ
Taro bit down every ounce of nerves he had and begged you with his eyes to forgive the questions he was about to ask, âI mean, when was the last time heâŚyou knowâŚâÂ
You raised a brow, âEvery time? I am on the pill,â you just stared at your best friend, âTaro what are you getting at?âÂ
He started playing the timeline in his head, from the moment you got sick with the flu, to graduation, and to now. If what heâs thinking is trueâŚthen.Â
âItâs been about, what? six-seven weeks since youâve graduated?â You nod, âDid you and Jake have sex that night?âÂ
You nod again but this time more confused and getting kinda angry that Shotaro was putting his nose into your sex life, âTaro, what does my sex life with Jake have anyââÂ
And then it hit you.Â
âIt would make senseâŚâ Taro whispered.
âBut it canât be?â you pull your hair back out of your face, eyes glued to your iced coffee on the table, watching as the ice floated more to the top.Â
âYN, last question,â he took a deep breath, âWhat medication did they put you on for the flu? And does it affect taking birth control?âÂ
You just stared up at him. Every piece of the puzzle falls into place.Â
The medication the doctors gave you to treat your flu would have countered your birth control pill, and since you were sick and obviously not having sex you skipped the pills until you took the last bit of medicine to treat the flu before taking them again. And the last day of your medicine for the flu wasâŚtwo days after you graduated.Â
Your eyes widened, âHoly shit.â
Shotaro sighed, âYeah, holy shit,â and took another sip of his coffee, âYou could be pregnant.âÂ
â
Jake sat at his work desk, eyes reading over the article on the new software his company was planning on launching within the next couple of months. His boss leaves Jake to take on the project alone to fix all the major issues with it.Â
He leans back into his chair, thumbs rubbing over his eyes from staring at the computer screen for too long.Â
Why did he choose software development out of everything he could have when it came to his major? Guess itâs too late now to change it.Â
Jake canât complain though, he makes BANK and the job comes so easy to him too. Plus he works the typical nine-five Monday-Thursday having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off to do whatever he wants. Plus his co-workers and boss are great people. He has it made here.Â
Jakeâs mind gets taken off the article by his phone vibrating in multiple texts.Â
Jay: did you piss off my sister? Jay: because she just busted down the apartment door before storming off into your bedroom, paced around for like ten minutes before leaving the apartment again.Â
Jake sighed, rubbing his eyes again.Â
Jake: not that I know of⌠Jake: I havenât spoken to her since this morning when I left for work. She was supposed to be with Taro today Jay: She just came back, seemed calmer this time tho. She has a grocery bag, guess she needed snacks?
Jake tossed his phone onto the desk, going back to the article. As much as he loves you and his best friend, whatever attitude problem you have right now, Jay could deal with or he would deal with when he gets back home. Jake tried to think of anything he could have done to upset you, but not thinking of a single thing.Â
Jay: sheâs pacing again. Jay: well now she locked herself up in the bathroom. Jake: dude, sheâs your little sister. deal with it? Jay: your girlfriend tho buddy. you deal with it. Jake: âŚI am working. Jay: Iâve never seen her act like this before. something is wrong.Â
Jake looked at the time, he was off in an hour. He texted Jay back saying heâll talk to you once heâs home and left it at that. Jake had half a mind to call Shotaro and bug him about what happened. You seemed fine earlier besides a small headache.Â
The clock ticked and chimed once it hit four oâclock, Jake jumped from his seat after shutting his PC down and practically skipping out of the building.Â
He couldnât make it home fast enough, his mind was only on you and if you were okay. He called Jay the minute he got off work for an update and he said you were still locked up in the bathroom. Jake was worried.Â
He made his way up the steps to the apartment, fumbling around with his keys to unlock the door. Jay sat in the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, a horror movie on the TV.Â
âIs she still in the bathroom?â Jake mouthed to his friend, earning a nod from him.Â
Jake walked up to the door, knocking softly, âBaby?â he called for you, trying to turn the knob to find it locked, âYN, sweetheart, baby whatâs wrong? Unlock the door please.âÂ
After a sigh on the other side, you unlock the door and slightly open it and pull him in, then shut the door behind him.Â
Jakeâs hands were on you immediately, checking if you had a fever, runny nose, everything.Â
âHey,â he whispered, cupping your face with his hands at the look of shock, âWhat happened?âÂ
The first thing he assumed was Shotaro fucked up somehow. A pity really if thatâs the case, Jake was just starting to like him.Â
You look up at your boyfriend, debating where to start.Â
âRemember when I got sick with the flu?âÂ
Jake nodded, rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, âHow could I forget? Your brother went all clean freak on us and made us wash everything and replace everything.âÂ
âDo you remember the medication I was on?âÂ
Jake thought for a second, then nodded, âYeah? Baby that was weeks ago.âÂ
âI had to stop taking my birth control because of itâŚâÂ
Jake looked at you in confusion, âI know? It would have canceled it out anyway. YN, stop beating around the bush, what happened?âÂ
Your eyes dart to the sink and Jake follows your gaze seeing the grocery bag, and five boxes of pregnancy tests sitting around the counter.Â
Jake looked at the boxes, then back at you, then back at the boxes, âIâm confused?âÂ
You roll your eyes, âJake, I was off my birth control for the entire time I took my flu medication. And didnât get back on it until the last pill of the medicine was gone, which was two days after graduation.âÂ
He just raises a brow at you, waiting for you to continue.Â
âWe had sex the night I graduated when I was still off my birth control.âÂ
Those words. Those exact words were all it took for Jake to swallow and feel how dry his throat had become.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
You looked back down to the boxes, âI pissed on every single stick in those boxes, and every single one of them came back positive.âÂ
You had to be honest, you were scared to tell Jake. The two of you have always been so careful when it comes to sex. Always have condoms on standby just in case. You always made sure to take your birth control pill on time every single day. And well shit, you both even still carried around Plan Bâs as a backup.Â
Jake was shaking and his heart was racing, âYouâre pregnant?â you nod, waiting for him to get upset. Waiting for him to sink down onto the floor and laugh it off that youâre lying, to call your bluff. But he didnât, his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curled, âIâm going to be a daddy?âÂ
You nodded again, your lips also moving into a smile, âYouâre going to be a daddy, Jake.âÂ
He couldnât stop the smile that grew. Like wow, youâre pregnant? Heâs going to be a father? Youâre going to be a mother? Jake will get to raise a baby with you. Get to grow this little family even more.Â
Jake pulled you into a kiss, arms wrapping tightly around you, âI love you so much,â he whispered between kisses, âI canât believe it.âÂ
âWell you better believe it,â you kissed him again, âAnd I love you so much too.â
Jake sank down to his knees, placing his hands on your waist and kissing all over your tummy, âI am so happy right now.âÂ
Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened, âHey I heard laughing, is everything okay now?âÂ
You stared wide eyed at your brother as he looked down at Jake on his knees. You could see the gears turning in your brother's brain, thinking he walked into a sexual act about to happen.Â
He turned to leave, opening his mouth to make a smart retort when he saw the boxes in the sink. Jay looked at every single one before going back to you, down at Jake, back to the boxesâŚthen the light bulb lit up above his head, face now tensed as he looked at you, then at Jake again. Jake awkwardly smiled up at your brother.Â
âYou got to be fucking joking.â was all your brother said.Â
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You and Jake sat on the couch, arms crossed as you both stared up at your brother pacing back and forth in the living room.Â
âYouâre going to cause a draft,â Jake finally said, trying hard to not laugh, but stopping his smile when Jay stopped pacing and looked at him.Â
âIâm still trying to wrap my head around this,â Jay said, rubbing his temples as if he had the worst headache.Â
You stare down at the boxes that now sit on the coffee table. Jay looked at every single piss stick in those boxes more than five times each as if the answer on it would change. You found it funny, hilarious even. Jay was acting as if he were the one growing a human life.Â
Jake sat forward, narrowing his eyes in confusion, âBrother what is there to wrap your head around? Sheâs pregnant.âÂ
Jay slid his hands down his face, the stress showing on his face as he glared at your boyfriend, your happy mood faltered. You could read him like a book, âJay, whatâs really going on?â
Your brother let out a sigh before dropping his hands at his side, âIâm going to be an uncle?â he chuckled, his hands finding their way back to his face and then in his hair, âLike wow, my baby sister is pregnant with my best friend. Iâm going to be an uncleâŚâ Jay repeated those words a few more times before the worried look turned into the biggest smile youâve ever seen him make, âIâm going to be a fucking uncle!!âÂ
You smiled as wide as he did, standing from the couch and rushing to your brother and hugging him. Jay squeezed you so tight, rocking you back and forth as his laughter filled your ears, âSeongie, youâre literally going to be the best uncle ever.âÂ
âFuck yeah I am,â he said, laughing even more, then turning to look at Jake, âYou going to just sit on the couch? Get your ass up and join this family hug.âÂ
Family. Jay was officially his family. The term brother would mean more now than just being super close. Jay will be the uncle to his child. The big family Jake always wanted was finally within his reach and who would have guessed it would be with the people who were his second family growing up.Â
Jake bounced from the couch, embracing you and Jay in his arms, joining the laughter that filled the apartment and still laughing even after you three pulled away.Â
âGod, I canât believe you let him get you pregnant stinks,â Jay teased, flicking your forehead with his fingers.Â
âIt was an accident!â Jake defended himself, âNot my fault your sister is like a sex goddess.âÂ
âDude,â Jay rolled his eyes, âThatâs my sister I donât want to hear that,â Jake just smiled at him, already loving the way he was going to tease the hell out of Jay through this pregnancy, âAnyways, when did this happen?âÂ
Jake was the confused one now. Jay literally was just on his ass about speaking about his sex life with his little sister, but now heâs asking when it happened?Â
âAre you really asking me when I boned your sister that impregnated her?âÂ
Jay shrugged his shoulders, âWell when you say it like thatâŚâÂ
You just looked at Jake, trying to not laugh at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Usually, the roles are reversed, but guess Jay pulled a fast one on him this time.Â
âIt was my graduation night,â you said for Jake, âWould you like to know the details since you want to be so nosey?âÂ
âGod no shut up!â your brother scoffed, âI didnât actually want to know I just wanted to tease Jake. Jesus fucking Christ.âÂ
Jake awkwardly chuckled with a shake of his head, âNow we just have to tell Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, my brother, and both our parents.âÂ
âTaro already knows.âÂ
Jake raised a brow at you, âHe knew before me? Before Jay?âÂ
You just shrugged, âTaro was the one who suggested I might be pregnant. I was feeling sick earlier this morning, it was the only logical explanation.âÂ
ThatâŚmakes a lot of sense.Â
And as if speaking of the devils manifested them into existence, Heeseung and Sunghoon arrived back at the apartment, snapping at each other over the flavor of pop tarts and which one was better. Both their hands were filled with groceries.Â
âOh!â Heeseung scoffed, âNice to know you three were home and ignoring your cell phones! Would have been nice to get some help.âÂ
Sunghoon nodded with a click of his tongue, âYeah, would it have helped to not have been so lazy?âÂ
You crossed your arms, eyes darting between the two of them. You glanced down at the coffee table with the pregnant test boxes, and stepped off to the side giving them both a better view, âWe were kinda busy with something important.âÂ
Sunghoon noticed what the boxes were immediately, his eyes widening and mouth slightly open.Â
Heeseung tossed the bags of groceries into the solo recliner chair and picked up one of the boxes, âWhat could have been so important youâd ignore your best friendsâŚforâŚâÂ
Heeseung looked over the box for a couple seconds before tearing it open and taking the test out (obviously holding the end you didnât piss on), eyes widening at the positive marks.Â
âYouâre pregnant?!â Heeseung shouted, his voice filled with so much excitement as he looked up at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness he was feeling for you and Jake.
You smiled, giving him a nod, âYeah, Iâm pregnant!âÂ
âHoly fucking shit!â Heeseung shouted, tossing the stick and box back onto the coffee table and pulling you into a hug, âCongratulations stinks!âÂ
Sunghoon was right beside you, dropping the groceries to the floor and pulling you into him, âYouâre growing up so fast!âÂ
âOh, fuck off!â you pinched his bicep, and all Sunghoon could do was laugh.Â
âI am so happy for you, YN,â he said, eyes darting over to Jay, âYouâre going to be an uncle my dude!!â
âI know!â Jay shouted with the same excitement as his friends, âI mean, you two will be uncles too, since youâre practically family.â
Heeseungâs jaw dropped to the floor, âIâd be Uncle Hee!!âÂ
Jake watched as the most important people in his life laughed, shouted, cried out of pure happiness, and hugged each other. His heart was so full and so warm. He had the best non-biological brothers surrounding him. Had the best girlfriend who was now carrying his child. Had a good ass job that helped pay the bills and help support you and the baby. What more could he ask for?
Jake continued to watch his family, picturing a miniature you/him running around the apartment. Picturing Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon being the best uncles in the world as they play, laugh, love, and care for his future child.Â
That thought alone also sunk Jakeâs heart, âGuys,â he said, everyone turning and looking at him. Jake had the realization that the apartment was made to fit four people. There are five people standing in this living room and You had a baby on the way, âThis place is about to get a lot more crowded.âÂ
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You lay on the couch, two fingers pressed into your cunt. Your other hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breast and twisting your nipple between your thumb and index fingers.Â
Nobody else was home, all four boys were at work and Shotaro couldnât hang out with you.Â
What better way to pass the time than to touch yourself? You werenât fortunate enough to have gotten a job after graduating and now that you were pregnant, Jay and especially Jake, were against you getting a job right now. Â
âYouâre pregnant, you donât need to work right now,â Jay said, taking your laptop from your hands to keep from applying to any more jobs.Â
âIâm pregnant, not disabled!â You snapped, âLet me do something besides sit at the apartment all day.âÂ
âYeah, and if you get a job youâll be on pregnancy leave shortly after getting it. Might as well just wait.â Jay retorted back.Â
âBaby,â Jake said, kneeling down beside you, his hand resting on your belly, âYouâre already doing enough by growing life inside of you. Please just wait until after you have the baby.âÂ
You looked to Heeseung and Sunghoon for support, they just shook their heads, hands raised up, âNot my circus, not my monkeys,â was all Heeseung could say, with a small snicker of laughter from Sunghoon.Â
Traitors.Â
You glanced down at your belly, baby bump now fully on display as the little speck of life grew more and more every day.Â
You were at the end of the first trimester and the beginning of your second trimester, your baby bump was obvious that you were pregnant, but with your clothes, no one would ever know unless you told them. The morning sickness came and went as it pleased, your weird food cravings kicked in a bit, and all four boys started being more careful around you. Helping you sit down and stand up as if you all of a sudden couldnât do that on your own, always grabbing things for you instead of you getting it yourself. You werenât that far along in the pregnancy, you didnât need that kind of help right now but took the help anyway. You knew you couldnât get out of it.Â
You flung your head back onto the pillow, pumping your fingers faster and squeezing your breast tighter.Â
You breathed in harder, arching your back at the pleasure. You glanced at the clock on the wall, Jake should be coming home for lunch at any minute, bringing the takeout you requested as your food craving of the day.Â
But you got horny while waiting for him, and now here you are, waiting for him to come home to help finish you off and then eat your lunch.Â
The sound of the keys sliding into the lock made you jolt, your cunt clenching tightly against your fingers, not being able to wait any longer, you needed Jake.Â
âHey baby,â Jake called from the front door, kicking his shoes off before stepping in, âI have your lunch.âÂ
You tried to call out to him but lost your breath in a small gasp.Â
Jake heard the gasp, and thinking something was wrong, he quickly rushed around the corner from the hallway, stopping at the sight of you, him nearly slipping on the hard floor at seeing your legs spread with your fingers pumping in and out, Your fucked out facial expressions and other hand massaging your tits.Â
He was hard almost immediately, âOh baby, fuck,â he hissed, his hand palming at himself through his jeans, âLook at you.âÂ
âJaeyun,â you whined, barely being able to speak, âI need you,âÂ
Jake left the bag of food on the solo recliner chair, sliding his jacket from his body and tossing it to the floor, âYeah baby? What do you need me to do?âÂ
âTouch me,â you whimpered, âPlease do something.âÂ
Jake slid onto the couch in front of you, tossing your legs over his shoulders and replacing your fingers with his, using his other hand to grip the top of the couch as he hovered over you carefully. You shut your eyes and furrowed your brows, mouth opening wide and letting out a wet moan as the feeling of his fingers slid into you, âFeels good baby? Couldnât wait until I got home to touch yourself?âÂ
You nodded, âI needed to do something, was too horny.âÂ
Jake bit his lip and pumped his fingers faster into you. The last thing he was expecting to see when he came home was you sprawled out on the couch so wet and ready for him. Jake has only seen you this needy a handful of times, it was a once in a once-in-a-blue-moon kinda thing but oh god was he loving it.Â
Seeing you so needy only made himself needy too and removed his fingers from your cunt, âJaeââ
âShhh baby,â he whispered, âSit up a bit for me, ya?âÂ
You nodded, pulling yourself up into your elbows and scooting up a bit onto the couch arm. Jake laid himself between your legs, lifting your hips up a bit to give him a better angle at your pussy.Â
Your hands gripped the cushions of the couch at feeling his tongue flatting against your hole, âFuck, Jake!âÂ
His chuckles sent vibrations up your whole body and made you shiver. His tongue licked streaks up and down your cunt, twirling the muscle around your clit and back down and up again. Repeating the process a few times before sliding his tongue into your pussy, shoving the muscle so far into your hole his nose was now rubbing against your clit.Â
You chanted his name, knuckles turning white from the death grip you had on the couch, squeezing your thighs against Jakeâs head. He moaned into your cunt, bucking his hips into the couch to feel some kind of friction on his cock, his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs rubbing circles at the edge of your belly.Â
The more you squeezed his head between your legs, the more he knew you were fixing to burst, working his tongue faster and angling his face to the side a bit in a tilt, opening his mouth wider to shove his tongue further into your pussy and wrapping his lips around your hole, digging his nose a bit harder against your clit.Â
âJaeyun!â you pant, âJake, Iâm going to cum.âÂ
Jake hummed against your heat, only removing himself to let out a âCum on my tongue for me baby,â then reattaching himself to your cunt, eating you out like you were the last meal heâd ever get.Â
And it made you come undone, your cum coating his tongue. Jake took a deep breath through his nose, licking your pussy completely clean, taking all your cum into his mouth and swallowing it, âFuck you taste so good.â
Your chest raised and fell at hitting your high, flinging your arm over your forehead, taking more deep breaths.Â
You look down at your boyfriend, seeing the look in his eyes as he licks his lips, still soaking up your leftover juices on his mouth, âTurn to your side,â You roll over, watching him unbuckle his belt and pants, sliding them down and off his body. Jake squeezes himself between you and the couch, âLift your leg over mine.âÂ
You wrapped your leg over his hip and tucked it between him and the couch. His tip lined up with your entrance, and slowly slid into you, âFuckkkk,â he moaned in your ear as he bottomed out, âYou feel so good.âÂ
Jake thrust into you slowly, wanting to savor every ounce of pleasure he could get before having to return back to work, but that plan failed as you backed your ass into his hips and reached a hand behind you to grasp his hair, âFuck me harder,â you begged, âBabe please.âÂ
His body shuddered, hand gripping your hip and bucked his hips faster, the sound of skin-to-skin filling the quiet of the apartment.Â
Jake glances down, watching as his hips thrust into you, watching the way your body moves in sync with his. His eyes wandered higher, seeing the baby bump. He carefully places his hand on your belly and snapped his cock further inside you, holding it there to rub against your cervix, âYouâre so sexy pregnant,â he growled in your ear then started fucking into you again, âShould have bred this pussy so much sooner.âÂ
You pulled at his hair, âYeah, you should have.âÂ
Jake was losing his mind. Something about fucking his sexy as fuck pregnant girlfriend on the couch in such a tight space made him dizzy. He couldnât be as rough and manhandle you as he normally would, but fuck this was still so hot and pleasuring as if he was being rough with you.Â
Your grip on his hair yanked harder, sending Jake over the edge and filling your cunt completely with his cum, his hand now at your thigh as he squeezed it tightly as he continued to pump his cock in and out, letting your pussy milk him completely.Â
Out of breath, Jake lays his head on top of yours, hand sliding from your thigh and down back to your belly, thumb drawing little circles.Â
You placed your hand on top of his and leaned more into him, âYou really think Iâm sexy pregnant?âÂ
Jake chuckled, âOf course I do, Iâll always find you sexy.â And it was true. Heâll never not find you sexy.Â
He continued to run his hand over your belly, yours following on top of his, tracing the outline of your naval then sliding down on the underbelly then your hips, and back up.Â
âI still canât believe youâre growing a life,â Jake whispered, âGrowing our baby.âÂ
You lifted your head up to look at him, smiling at him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, âAnd itâs all thanks to your sperm that got past all the female's defenses to find the egg.âÂ
Jake softly giggles at your medical terminology and presses his lips back to yours.Â
He was really still in disbelief. You went from that little girl he grew up with and would tease to his girlfriend and being madly in love and pregnant with his child. Jake was truly so blessed to have found his soulmate so early on in life.Â
âI love you,â he said between kisses, his hand softly squeezing your belly, âIâm so lucky to have you.âÂ
âI love you too,â you smiled so warmly at him, sliding a finger down his jaw.Â
Jake pressed one last kiss to your lips, âLetâs eat, Iâm still starving after my first meal.âÂ
You giggled, being so thankful for him.Â
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âWhat about this one?â Heeseung asked, holding up the ugliest orange shirt youâve ever seen. You scrunch your nose, âHard pass, got it,â he said, placing the shirt back onto the rack.Â
You were thankful Heeseung came along with you to do some much-needed shopping. Your baby bump was no longer easy to hide and all the clothes youâd normally wear no longer fit. Well, they did but felt way too tight.Â
You practically tore your and Jakeâs bedroom apart trying to find any piece of clothing that would fit comfortably that wasnât one of Jakeâs hoodies or sweatpants. Heeseung just so happened to be walking out of his bedroom and crossing the hall and almost got hit in the face by a pair of flying jeans. Which is how you now ended up at the mall with him doing much-needed clothing shopping.Â
âYou need some more color in your closet though,â Heeseung said, shifting through all the shirts on the rack, âYou canât just keep having white, black, and red, YN.âÂ
You pouted, âI have other colors!âÂ
Heeseung glared at you, âThe few blues, purples, and greens donât count. You have more black shirts than anything else, you little emo. Even Jake has more colors than you.âÂ
You wanted to fight back but knew you couldnât. Heeseung was right.Â
âAnd check this one out,â He pulled a really pretty lavender shirt from the rack, holding it up against your chest, âI think it looks good!âÂ
You nodded, actually really loving the color, âPut it in the cart,âÂ
Heeseungâs eyes sparkled as he placed it into the cart with the other mixtures of jeans, leggings, dresses, bras, panties, and socks, all for you.Â
You watched as he moved onto another clothing rack, watching as he pushed the cart for you. You couldnât hide the smile that was forming on your lips as you looked at him with endearment. If he was willing to do all this for you, his best friend's girlfriend, and his other best friend's little sister, while pregnant, you could only imagine how well heâd treat his future girlfriend and wife. Heeseung would make a fine husband someday.Â
âSeungie, you sure you donât mind doing all this?â you felt somewhat guilty. Jake should be here too, picking out clothes for you. But unfortunately, going and watching Formula One races with your brother at the sports bar was in his deck of cards today. You even called Jake earlier and told him the plans you made with Heeseung and he didnât even bat an eye at it.Â
âWhy would I mind?â he questioned, taking a pink long sleeve off the rack and holding it up to you, âYeah pink is definitely your color while pregnant,â then tossed the fabric into the cart.Â
âBecause you literally helped me shop for bras and underwear?âÂ
Heeseung shrugged his shoulders as he continued to flip through the clothing rack, âThey are just clothes, YN. Iâve done your laundry plenty of times, and have walked in on you and Jake undressing each other enough times. Weâve grown up together, shopping for undergarments with you doesnât bother me at all.âÂ
Your heart filled with the love you have for him, wanting to pull him into a tight hug and kiss his cheek. Heeseung was definitely that second older brother you never had.Â
But you decided to use this time to tease him. You donât get to tease Heeseung often, he was always one step ahead but this might be your chance.Â
âJake might think differently after finding out you helped shop for lace bras and panties for me when it should be his eyes only.âÂ
Heeseung chuckled, holding up a black long-sleeve and then tossing it to the cart, âThen maybe he needs to find better hiding places to smell your panties with.âÂ
Your smile fell, âHe does what?âÂ
Heeseung let out a loud laugh, âYN, Iâm joking, you canât try to tease me and expect me to not clap back.âÂ
Always one step ahead as usual.Â
âBesides, Iâve only ever caught him with your panties once and that was before you moved in with us and he was definitely NOT smelling them, thatâs for sure.âÂ
You knew about how Heeseung caught Jake rubbing one out with a pair of your dark blue panties that were Jakeâs absolutely favorite pair. You saw Jake steal them from your drawer before he took that drive back home and confronted him before he could even step foot out the door of your dorm. Jake wasnât a panty sniffer, but he sure used to be a stealer. You remember how Jake called you not even five minutes after Heeseung walked in on him. You thought it was the funniest thing.Â
âJake honestly probably wouldnât care anyways,â you shrugged, following behind Heeseung as he moved into another section of clothes, âHeâd just be happy someone was here with me.âÂ
Heeseung agreed, âHeâs been so protective over you since finding out you were pregnant. He made me and Sunghoon swear to look after you if he and Jay werenât around to do so. Never seen the man that protective, and you know how he is over his ramen.âÂ
Getting Jake to share his ramen is a hard thing to do, even with you. He had a bowl the other night and you had to beg for him to share and even pulled the pregnancy card to get him to share it, which he didnât do by the way, âJust because youâre pregnant doesn't mean Iâll share my ramen. Fuck off.â Asshole.Â
Heeseung continued, âYou really make him happy, YN.â You nodded. You knew you did. Jake never goes without telling you, âYou know, I was a bit jealous at first.âÂ
You raised a brow in confusion at him, âWhat are you talking about, ace?âÂ
Heeseung sighed, picking up another shirt, then placing it back on the rack, refusing to make eye contact with you, âWhen we first saw you again after all that time during winter vacation, you had all our hearts dropping, just so you know. It wasnât just Jakeâs.âÂ
You knew the feeling was mutual, seeing Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon all grown up made your heart flutter. They were good-looking men, they still are, thereâs no denying that.Â
âWe knew from the beginning that Jakeâs heart kinda dropped a bit harder than ours did,â he continued, âDonât worry about Jake finding out about this conversation, he already knows,â you nodded, waiting for him to continue, âI woke up one night and saw Jake sneaking out of the guest room, I think it was the very first time he did so. I sat up after the door was closed only to see Sunghoon was staring at the door as well. We knew exactly where he went. We stayed up discussing it. About what we should do about it. We knew Jay would kill him and then kill us if he ever found out we knew.âÂ
Ouch, guess you and Jake suck at hiding, âDoes my brother and Jake know you two knew?âÂ
Heeseung nodded, âThey do now. The four of us had a good long talk on that drive back to the apartment, but at first no.âÂ
Makes sense.Â
âAnyway, Hoon and I just decided to keep it to ourselves. Mostly because, well, our own feelings were conflicted. You werenât completely the same little girl we grew up with. We were mostly just attracted to you, thatâs how far our feelings went really. I was jealous Jake had the balls to go after you even after Jay was being his crazy protective brother self,â Heeseung laughed, âJake was really crazy for crossing that line. Had major balls. But after he snuck back into the guest room that night and saw how wide his smile was at breakfast that following morning, you became off limits not just because of Jay, but also Jake. Hoon and I decided to drop the attraction, donât get me wrong, youâre still as pretty as ever, but you went back to being our little sister super quick.âÂ
You just smiled at him, you found it cute that the three stooges all had some little crush on you at some point. Funny even. Jake just happened to be your soulmate from the beginning, they all knew that too.Â
âAnyway,â Heeseung said again, finding a blue top with a flower graphic design, âI think we have enough clothes picked out for you,â he said as he tossed the article of clothing for you into the cart, âHow about you help me find some new outfits for you now?â him giving you his heart lipped smile.Â
You nodded, it was the least you could do, plus you both were already here.Â
Heeseung continued to push the cart as you found clothes for him. It was his turn to watch you with such endearment. Heeseung doesnât know why he decided to tell you about the small and very short-lived crush he used to have on you. Maybe it was because you looked so pretty today. With how your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and wearing Jakeâs hoodie and sweatpants. It was way too cute. Youâve worn Jakeâs clothes even before he got you pregnant, but it was still cute. Made him think that this is how his future wife will look once pregnant. But looking at you made Heeseung happy because you were happy. Jake made you happy and you made Jake happy. Which obviously made everyone else happy.Â
Heeseung watched as you picked him out a bright pink shirt, leaning on his elbows on the cart, his eyes wandering down to your belly, his smile growing wider, âI canât wait to become an uncle.âÂ
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Jake and Jay clinked their beer glasses together as they cheered for their racing team, chugging down the liquid. Then asking the bartender for another refill. They clinked their glasses again, chugged it down, and got another refill.Â
Jake and Jayâs phone buzzed, Heeseung texting the âand they were roommatesâ group chat.Â
Jay took a few sips of his beer, ignoring the chat so Jake looked instead.Â
âHee and YN are back home,â Jake said, and Jay nodded, âHee also said to let either him or Sunghoon know if we need someone to come get us.âÂ
It was usually this way if any of the boys went out without the others. Everyone is always on standby if anyone gets too drunk. And if all of them went out together, one person wouldnât drink or drink as much to be the driver home. It was a perfect system.Â
Jay took a few more sips of his beer then set the glass on the table, âHow did YN's doctor appointment go yesterday?âÂ
Jake brought the glass to his lips, âEverything is good. Sheâs healthy, the baby is healthy. Thatâs all I could ask for,â he took a few sips of the beer and trained his eyes back to the TV with the race on it.Â
âDo you know the gender yet?â Jay asked curiously. Jay has been thinking about that a lot lately. If heâll have a niece or nephew? Will they have more of the Park genetics or the Sim genetics or an equal mixture of both? Will he be a good uncle? God, he hopes so.Â
Jake just shakes his head, âYN wants to wait until she has the baby, wants it to be a big surprise. Should have seen her face when the doctor tried to tell her the gender. She held her hands up so fast and straight up told the doctor to keep her mouth shut.âÂ
Jake chuckles at the memory, he thought you were going to fight the doctor over it. Thank god you didnât.Â
Jay relaxes in his seat, studying his best friend, âAre you nervous?âÂ
Jake narrows his eyes and releases a huff, taking another sip of the beer, âOh what? Nothing to be nervous over.âÂ
Jay could see right through Jake. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand, he can see it all over Jakeâs face that the further along you got in your pregnancy, the more nervous he got. Jay really noticed Jakeâs shakiness after returning from the appointment yesterday.Â
âTo be a dad. Nervous about wanting to take care of my sister, and wanting the pregnancy to go smoothly. Bro, I can see it all over your face. You vowed to stop drinking and partying after she got pregnant, yet you were the first one tonight to order alcohol.âÂ
Jake just shakes his head, âI want to be the perfect dad. I want to take care of YN through the whole pregnancy. I want our baby to be healthy. Iâm scared man.âÂ
Jay nods, slowly rocking his body with the nod, âIâm nervous too.âÂ
Jake raised a brow, clearly confused.Â
Jay continued, âI lived for protecting my sister, that obviously hasnât changed, but I always tried and wanted to be the perfect older brother for her. I knew once the day came that she started popping out kids that I wanted to be a perfect uncle and protect her kids as I did her. But I also feel like I havenât been the best or perfect brother. That I didnât try hard enough and now Iâm scared Iâll fail as an uncle.âÂ
âAre you fucking serious?â Jake snapped, causing Jay to widen his eyes at him, âYouâre not a failure of a brother. You never failed YN and you wonât ever fail her. You did perfectly to protect her, trust me, as someone who got caught sneaking around with her, you do a pretty damn good job at it. And you wonât fail our child either. I promise you that. Youâll be a perfect uncle.âÂ
Jay tried to keep his eyes clear as he nodded, never wanting to admit that Jakeâs words gave him the ego boost he needed.Â
So he raised his glass, âTo our little family.âÂ
Jake smiled, raising his glass as well, âTo our little family.âÂ
âIncluding Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Shotaro, because YN would kill us both if we left them out.âÂ
Jake nodded in agreement, âAmen to that brotha.âÂ
âThank youâŚfor helping me take care of my sister,â Jay chuckled, âShe doesnât just have to deal with me trying to protect her.âÂ
âTrust me,â Jake rolled his eyes, âShe hates it.âÂ
âWell YN gotta deal I guess.â Jay shrugged but also laughed.Â
Jay had to admit he finally and fully was able to accept Jake in your life. He always accepted him, it just took a little bit longer to be one hundred percent okay with it. To be completely used to seeing you wrapped in Jakeâs arms. Because now when you werenât by Jake, it was weird and didnât sit right. Jay honestly was so thankful you chose Jake. Because if you chose any other loser male out there, Jay wouldnât be as accepting. No one is good enough for his sister besides Jake. Point blank. Plus, you were pregnant with Jakeâs baby, and Jay kinda had no choice but to fully accept Jake into the family.Â
They chugged down their drinks and got another refill, paying back attention to the race and knocking their sad attitudes away.Â
âYou know,â Jay said after some time, âWeâre both fucked if you have a girl.âÂ
Jake groaned and dropped his face into his hands, âDonât fucking remind me, Iâve already thought about it.âÂ
Jay chuckled some more, chugging down his alcohol. If you did have a girl, he already knows his protection level will skyrocket. And since Jake will be the babyâs fatherâŚoh all hell would break loose. That baby wouldnât just have to deal with an overprotective father, but an overprotective uncle. Maybe thatâs why you didnât want to know the gender yet, you knew what would happen the minute everyone found out.Â
And honestly, it wouldnât just be him and Jake losing their brains over you having a girl. Heeseung and Sunghoon would also protect that child with their lives. The two of them are already helping you around the apartment and watching your every move. Itâll just be worse once the baby is here.Â
Jay shook Jakeâs shoulders, âCome on man, lighten up! Just focus on the fact youâre going to be one kick-ass of a dad!âÂ
That lifted Jakeâs spirits, âYeah? Think so?âÂ
Jay nodded, âYeah. Because if you arenât Iâll beat you myself. YN will be right behind me too.âÂ
Jake just rolls his eyes, âWhatever man.âÂ
The two of them laughed and continued to watch the race and enjoy each other's company.Â
Heeseung had his arm wrapped around Jake, and Sunghoon had his arm wrapped around Jay, helping the two of them walk out of the bar.Â
You had your arms crossed as you leaned against the car, watching for your boyfriend and brother to come into view. Your heart relaxes once the sight of Heeseung and Sunghoon dragging them out comes into view.Â
âDamn, how much did they drink?â You asked, your eyes glancing back and forth between the two drunks.Â
Sunghoon scoffed, âWho knows, but we told them to not get so fucking hammered.âÂ
âBut our racer won!â Jake smiles, letting out a hiccup then his eyes focused on you, âBaby!âÂ
Jay looked up at you, realizing Hee and Hoon left you outside, his protectiveness and rage coming in, âYou left my pregnant sister outside by HERSELF?!âÂ
Jake then realized it himself too, âYou left my pregnant girlfriend outside by HERSELF?!âÂ
âOh shut the fuck up!â Heeseung snapped, âI tried to usher you both out of the bar by myself but I needed help. YN was told to stay INSIDE the car.âÂ
You just shrugged, âI can hold my own.âÂ
âYouâre pregnant!!â Jake and Jay both said in unison.
âYeah! Pregnant! Not disabled!âÂ
Jake lifted himself from Heeseung and walked to you, taking your chin between his fingers and his other hand resting on your tummy, âYou and this baby are the most important things to me, if something were to happen to you twoâŚIâŚâÂ
You relaxed your body and placed your hands on your boyfriend's face, you knew he was just being protective. Same with your brother. You knew you were the most important thing to them, the least you could do was respect their wishes when it comes to protecting you.Â
âI am okay,â you reassured him, looking at your brother and repeating the words, âHeeseung and Sunghoon wouldnât have left me alone if they didnât think it was okay.âÂ
âTrust me,â Sunghoon said, trying to keep Jay from slipping out of his hold, âWe didnât want to leave her in the car.âÂ
âCan we discuss this at home?â Jay said, hanging his head low, âI think I drank way too much.âÂ
âYou donât fucking say?!â Heeseung scoffed, helping Sunghoon with Jay.Â
âIâll drive Jayâs car back,â Sunghoon said, âHelp me get him in then we can head back. I think YN has Jake fine.âÂ
You nodded, eyes darting to your brother, âTake care of him.âÂ
You got Jake in the car, him laying his head on your shoulder, cuddling up to you.Â
Heeseung returns quickly and jumps in the driver's seat of his car, âLetâs get home guys, Iâm exhausted.âÂ
You watched Jakeâs hand through the street lamps and moonlight as his thumb rubbed your thigh then shifted up and placed his whole hand on your pregnant stomach.Â
âI canât wait to meet you,â he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling more into you. You rest your head against the top of his, smiling. You could already tell Jake would be a fantastic father.Â
You kissed his forehead, whispering, âI love you.âÂ
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You moaned softly into Jakeâs mouth as he slowly pumped into you.Â
The early morning sun beats down onto the bed, making his skin shine beautifully.Â
Jake slides his tongue down your mouth, his hand moving up and down your bare back, stopping to squeeze your ass, moving down to your leg wrapped over his hip, and squeezing your thigh before moving back up and repeating the process.Â
You were now about halfway done with your pregnancy. Your little sprout of life grows perfectly and healthy every single day, which made having sex with Jake a bit harder now that the baby has grown so big.Â
But that didnât stop you two, obviously.Â
Jake woke you up this morning with kisses to your neck, and his fingers sliding down your shorts, âI need you so bad right now.âÂ
The sex wasnât rough but filled with so much love. It was soft, lazy, passionate, and just so so much love.Â
His hand stopped at your hip and squeezed it tightly, âI want to get so rough with you, fuck,â he whispers, âI need to cum.âÂ
You remove yourself from him, sliding his cock out and rolling over to your other side, backing your ass into his hips, âThen get rough with me babe.âÂ
Jake hissed, quickly shoving his cock back into your cunt, snapping his hips fast against your ass.Â
âFuck baby, can never get enough of this pussy.âÂ
You could tell Jake was losing himself in your heat. He hasnât been able to be rough like he normally wanted to, being too afraid that he would hurt you.Â
Jake leaned more into your back, pressing you into the sheets as he fucked into you at a primal rate. His fingers slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same pace.Â
You bit into the fabric of your pillow to suppress your moans, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the apartment. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white.Â
You missed how rough Jake could get. Missed him pressing your face into the pillows. Even though this wasnât the full extent of roughness that he could do, you still ate up every ounce of what he was giving you right now.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he cooed, âYouâre doing so good for me, taking my cock so well even though youâre pregnant.âÂ
You felt your climax reach its peak, Jake groaning at feeling you cum on his cock. He was literally on cloud 9. And the fact youâre letting him get even the smallest amount of rough with you was driving him crazy.Â
Jake would be lying if he said he didnât google sex positions to use while being pregnant and read plenty of articles on it too. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.Â
Jake also read how some girlfriends/wives completely took sex off the table when they found out they were pregnant. He was so fucking blessed that you had just as high a sex drive as he did. Jake would lose his mind if you wouldnât let him have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours for nine months. His hand would only get him so far before his crumpling at your feet begging you to let him fuck you. So again yeah, he thanked god you were just as addicted to his cock as he was to your pussy.Â
Not to mention the position he has you in right now was so sexy to him. He was still able to press your face into the pillows and rail you from behind, getting to see how his cock moves inside you, watching how your cum wraps a white ring around his cock. Get to see every facial expression you make while hitting your G-spot. Whatâs not to love about it? Plus youâre comfortable and it wasnât affecting your belly at all.Â
âHmm Iâm fixing to cum baby,â he growls, âGoing to fill this cunt to the brim.âÂ
âPleaseeee,â you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum stain your insides.Â
âHmmm,â he hummed, licking the shell of your ear and then biting the lobe as he came. His strings of white rope filled you completely, âFuckâŚfuck,â he moaned, trying to catch his breath.Â
Jake kissed your temple before pulling out and removing himself from the bed. You rolled over and watched his naked figure dig in his dresser for a clean pair of boxers and socks, slipping them onto his body then grabbing his favorite pair of jeans that he wears to work, along with his white striped button-up.Â
You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body, now cold from the loss of your boyfriend pressed against you.Â
âYou should call out,â you softly said.Â
Jake chuckles as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his sneakers onto his feet, âI would if I could my love, I need every time saved up to use once you give birth.âÂ
You groaned and pouted but knew it wouldnât get you your way. Knowing he couldnât actually call out. Mostly when he wanted to take off a couple of days around your due date just in case he needed to rush you to the hospital. And then thereâs the first few weeks he wants to spend with you after the baby arrives. He couldnât take off at all and the only reason his leave got approved by his boss was because he promised to show up every single day before you gave birth no matter what. Yet you still pouted anyway.Â
âWhat will I do while youâre gone?âÂ
âWhy donât you see if one of the other guys can hang out with you?â Jake wanted to call out. Wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day. But he has a future child and a girlfriend to feed and spoil, he kind of needed to work.Â
âI already asked them,â You cross your arms, âHeeseung also has to work, Sunghoon is spending the day with his sister, and Jay is too busy finishing up his culinary degree online to step away.âÂ
âHave you called Shotaro? Iâm sure heâd love to see you.âÂ
Your eyes lit up, remembering that Taro had the day off today, âYeah Iâll give him a call.âÂ
Jake smiled at you, âJust make sure to be careful okay?â he asked, placing his hand over your growing belly, âDonât do anything you know you canât do, let Shotaro help.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, being as stubborn as ever.Â
âIâll call and tell himselfââ
âOkay!â you said, âIâll behave.âÂ
âGood,â Jake pulls you in for a couple of kisses, then kisses your forehead, âIâll see you when I get off. I love you.â
âI love you too meanie head!âÂ
Then you watched him walk out of the bedroom.Â
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âWhat do you mean you donât want a baby shower?â Taro asked, brows furrowed as his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons on his PS5 controller, the sounds of the boss he was fighting and killed on Elden Ring filled his sound system, âYes!!!âÂ
You slouched down onto his couch, watching as his character now ran out of the castle, âDidnât you beat this game already?âÂ
âHmm,â he hummed, still focused on the game, âBut I am doing a different build this time.âÂ
You just sighed, continuing to watch your best friend play his video game, the ice in his coffee on the table to his right slowly melting away.Â
âAre you going to answer my question?âÂ
You groaned, âUghhh Jay was on my ass about this too the other day,â you pouted, and decided it was time to sit up. Taro quickly set the controller down to his set and helped you sit up, âI donât want a baby shower because I donât really have any girlfriends, and even so I donât know the gender of the baby, so I donât want to get a bunch of pointless gifts. Jake and I decided we would just probably have a small get-together after our child is born and we all go shopping for stuff then.âÂ
Shotaro nodded, making sure you were sitting up comfortably before grabbing his controller again, and going back to the game, âI guess that is a bit easier and less planning out. Totally sounds like a you thing to do though. Why would Jay get onto you for it?
You shrugged, âI think heâs more nervous than I am and wants an excuse to drink.âÂ
Shotaro laughed, âYeah, Iâve noticed the lack of Lee, Parks, and Sim at parties.âÂ
Which Taro understood completely. Everyone was an adult and you were pregnant, none of the four men wanted to leave you alone at the apartment while they went out. Even if they wanted to, Taro always offered to sit with you, but I think the reality check hit each of them hard after finding out you were pregnant, kinda sending them to a more sober life.Â
âThose four really took attached at the hip seriously huh?âÂ
You scoffed, âYeah, itâs probably worse now than what it was when we were kids, and they were super annoying as kids.âÂ
Shotaro sometimes wished he knew you five back then. From the stories heâs heard from Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and yourself, the five of you were a blast to be around. You five, at least to Shotaro, were the sole definition of what friendship/family is and what it meant. Heâs happy that heâs a part of the family now, but man he would have loved to see you all in your prime.Â
Shotaro closed out Elden Ring, âWant to play anything? I feel bad just having you sit here.âÂ
You shook your head, âTaro I feel perfectly fine just sitting here and watching you play games. Your company is everything and much needed.â
Taro just smiles, opening up Elden Ring again and leaning back on the couch. He knew you just wanted some company, but he still didnât want to let you feel left out either.Â
From what Jake said, you used to be super independent, not needing anything from anyone or needed anyone who wasn't Jay. That you grew up so headstrong and unbreakable, probably due to having Jay as your brother and the three stooges as your friends. Even when you went off to college you were independent, only ever spending time with your roommate and a few other friends but mostly did your own thing.Â
But something changed after that winter break and moving into town. You got used to relying on others, always having one of the four boys at your side so when they are all busy, you feel lost. Thatâs where Shotaro came in. He knows you two are best friends and that you love him and know when you need him, and you need him right now. Things got a lot crazier after finding out you were pregnant, but Taro still was filled with endearment each time you asked to hang out.Â
You slid back onto the couch too, leaning your head against his shoulder. Shotaro leaned more into you as well, letting the two of you be comfortable with each other's space.Â
âActually, can I learn to play? Jake plays this at home all the time too.âÂ
Shotaro nodded, âOf course, princess.âÂ
He hands you the controller, âAre you sure? I donât want to mess up your progress.âÂ
âItâs just a game, YN,â he chuckles, âPlus I know what Iâm doing, I can fix any mistake you make.âÂ
You smiled, letting him teach you what each button does and how it works, and then taught you the basics of the game. Before you knew it you were running around and slaying the lower level enemies.Â
âFigured out names yet?â Taro asked, taking a few sips of his coffee.Â
You shrugged, âWe honestly havenât really discussed it. Jake and I have been really going about this blind, besides you know, reading the parenting books and doing your basic research. Plus Iâve been attending my doctor appointments and everything seems to be going well, so we are doing something right.âÂ
âAs long as you both and the baby are happy and healthy, thatâs all that matters. Maybe itâs one of those things that once you see your child for the first time, the name will come to you almost immediately.âÂ
You nodded, âThatâs what we are going for.âÂ
You were then killed in the game and Taro teased you to no end that you got his character killed even after he said it would all be okay.Â
But you were happy, laughing, and enjoying your time with your best friend. You could see it now, Shotaro being another non-biological uncle to your child. Teach him or her to play video games and tease them to the point they are crying from laughter.Â
You were truly blessed to have been surrounded by the right people.Â
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Jake rolled his eyes as he shoved his gloved hands into his puffy jacket pockets, âIs there any reason why I need to be here right now?â he scoffs, a shiver going down his back, âI could be at home cuddling my girlfriend.âÂ
And rightfully getting my dick wet.Â
You woke up super touchy this morning, pressing your chest and belly against his back, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and shoulder, sliding your hand down his boxers, and pumping his long hard length slowly.Â
Jake could be buried balls deep inside you right now. Whether that means your hand, mouth, or cunt. He didnât care, he just wanted to fuck you slowly.Â
Sunghoon skated passed him quickly, taking Jakeâs mind out of the multiple positions he could already have put you in by now.Â
âMan, we just want one last bro day before YN has the baby,â Heeseung tucked his hands into his pockets, âSheâs ready to pop open any day, ya?âÂ
Jake just nodded, staring down at the ice underneath him, âWithin the next few weeks yeah.âÂ
Jay patted his shoulder, âDonât look so nervous, everything will be fine.â
Jake knew everything would be fine. But youâve been staying in bed or lounging around on the couch more often than doing anything else these days. With you finally being in the last leg of your pregnancy, Jake just wanted to take care of you. And obviously, get his dick shoved so far up your cunt that it makes you see stars.Â
Jake just rolled his eyes, âThatâs not the point, I want to be at home with her right now.âÂ
âYou just want to get your dick wet,â Sunghoon said as he slid across the ice in front of his friends, âI heard the fooling around that was happening this morning.âÂ
Jake glared at his best friend, âReally man?âÂ
Jay was also glaring, but not at Sunghoon, âYeah really man?â Jay might have fully accepted Jake as family and his relationship with his little sister, but he still didnât want to hear about the sexual acts the two of you do.Â
Jake was now glaring at Jay, âI got her knocked up, I donât see why youâre giving me the death stare right now. Itâs kind of obvious at this point that I have sex with your sister.âÂ
Heeseung and Sunghoon could honestly eat popcorn and watch Jay get mad about Jake railing against you every single time. But Jay was just being a big brother protecting his baby sister, even though you were literally so close to giving birth.Â
Jay just waves his hands in the air, âNah nah I donât want to hear it.âÂ
âAnyways!â Sunghoon interrupted, skating back in front of his friends, âWe are going to have a bro day and ice skate on my old stomping grounds from hockey days. YN is with my sister having a girls' day, sheâs fine.âÂ
Jake knew once the baby was here that having a guy's day would be less often, mostly up until youâre able to take care of the baby alone after much-needed rest and care. So he shrugged his shoulders, knowing you were with Yeji and perfectly safe, and smiled up at his friends.Â
Itâs been a while since the last time the four of them ice skated together. It was probably before college. Because once Sunghoon was accepted onto the hockey team, it became hard to skate together again.Â
The four boys raced around the rink, trying everything they could to outrun Sunghoon but failing terribly.Â
Jake���s heart was so full. He felt like a kid again being with his best friends. With the way everyone laughed, teased, and talked without a care in the world brought all of them back to their high school days. When theyâd sneak out of the Parkâs house and climb onto the roof and look at the stars until you got annoyed at hearing them talk above your bedroom.Â
The memories didnât stop there. Jake started to remember his soccer days in high school. Remember seeing Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and you cheering him on from the bleachers. Remembering how his parents threw a big party for when his team won the championships for the school district, everyoneâs parents drank and laughed in the kitchen while the five of you along with Heeseung and Jakeâs older brothers, and Yeji. How you all played around outside until the sun went down.Â
Jake rounded the corner of the ice rink, his smile up to his ears as the images of his friends once as children came into mind, then turning them back into who they are all now.Â
Itâs crazy how fast time can change, but how the four of them never did. They continued to grow together, learn together, and still had each other's backs.Â
Jake was truly lucky to have these guys, mostly now that he has you. Jake will never have so much trust in anyone else with his child as he will with the three men standing before him.Â
Jake pulled his friends into a hug, âI really needed this today guys, thank you,â His friends pulled each other closer, their smiles never fading, âI truly do love you guys.âÂ
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You lay in bed, scrolling through the latest TikTok trends and giggling softly to yourself, using your thumb to swipe to the next video, your other hand gently resting on your belly, fingers tapping lightly as if to tell your baby that youâre here and ready for them.Â
You were nearing the due date, counting down the actual seconds until it was time to finally meet the little sprout of life that you and Jake created. To finally grow this small family into something bigger. You were excited, Jake was excited. Same with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon.Â
Sunghoon even went out and bought a small hockey jersey of his favorite team for the baby to wear. Heeseung bought baby Legos, and Jay bought a small baby guitar to teach his nephew/niece the love of music so early on.Â
Sometimes you think the other three are more excited about you giving birth than you and Jake were.Â
But nevertheless, it made you more than happy to see the three of them excited for the baby.Â
The only con to being pregnant and being at the due date is everyone has been more on edge. All four of the boys have started picking up more hours and longer shifts at work to pile in that extra money. Mostly because you canât work and Jake will be taking a leave to help take care of you and the baby. So the other three decided to pick up those hours to help pick up the slack from Jake not working to help pay the bills. You were grateful and hated that you could pitch in, but you loved them all dearly for it. Jake also was working himself to death recently, wanting to get every last penny possible to put into savings for the hospital bills youâll have and to get clothes and food that everyone else will need.Â
You set your phone down at your side, staring up at the ceiling. Grateful and love arenât big enough words to describe how happy you are to have those four men.Â
As if on cue, the front door to the quiet apartment opened, an obvious sign that someone returned home.Â
Today was one of the rare days you were left alone. Mostly because Shotaro also had to work and wasnât able to call out or get a replacement. But you promised to stay in bed all day to help ease the boys' minds.Â
You sat up in the bed, listening carefully on who could have come back home, then heard the sigh of your boyfriend and the sound of him dropping himself onto the couch.Â
Your heart raced as you swung your legs over the bed and stood up, making your way to the bedroom and opening it slowly, peaking out to see Jake hunched over on the couch, face in his hands.Â
You walked out of the room, the sound of your bare feet walking on the floor had Jake lifting his head, giving you a small smile, âHey baby, you resting okay?âÂ
You nodded, taking note of the bags under his eyes. How tired he looked, how he seemed to barely keep his smile up.Â
âJake, are you okay?â you asked him, taking his hand into yours, and rubbing your thumb into his palm.Â
Jake just nodded, leaning back onto the couch, âIâm just exhausted. They sent me home early because I almost fell asleep on a computer tower I was working on.âÂ
You bit your lip as you squeezed his hand. Jake has been working so hard for you. Barely getting enough sleep. If he wasnât at work, he was at home helping to take care of you. You couldnât help but feel guilty.Â
Jake could see the worry in your eyes, quickly trying to blink away the sleep and sat back up, taking both of his hands to your belly and resting his forehead against the middle, âDon't look at me like that,â he whispered, âItâs all for you, for us. Itâs going to be worth it once this little one is here.âÂ
You tangled your fingers into his hair, taking a deep breath in. Jake is almost as stubborn as Jay when it comes to putting his mind to something. You knew no matter how much you told him to rest or not worry about you, he was going to do everything anyway.Â
Jakeâs hand moved to your hips and softly squeezed, leaving a few kisses on your clothed belly, âEven when youâre fixing to burst open youâre still so sexy, YN.âÂ
A heat wave went through your body, and you started acting on instinct.Â
You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing him back onto the couch. Jake looks up at you, seeing the lust that filled your eyes now. Seeing the want to take care of him.Â
He had to admit, it got his cock hard so fast.Â
Jake watched as you sank down to your knees, crossing your legs underneath you for better balance, hands now at the button of his jeans.
âBabyââÂ
You cut him off, âLet me take care of you,â you said it more as a warning than anything else, making him know damn well he better sit back and relax, âYouâve been taking such good care of me, let me repay it.âÂ
Jake didnât even attempt to start arguing, not after you slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his cock slapping against his abdomen from being set free. The tip already red and angry and leaking with precum. Jake bit his lips, any exhaustion he had was out the window as he watched you take his length in your hands, extending your tongue and licking him from his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. Flattening your tongue over the top and pressing the precum, mixing it with your saliva.Â
Jake couldnât hold his moans back, mostly not after you placed the tip between your lips, slowly sucking it as your tongue wrapped around it then releasing it with a pop.Â
You fluttered your eyes up to him, seeing the way your boyfriends pupils were already so blown out. Loving how furrowed his brows were and how his mouth opened a gap. You smirked at him, keeping eye contact as you stretched your tongue out again and licked up his shaft.Â
âFuck, baby,â he hissed, hands gripping the cushions of the couch, âFuck fuck fuck, stop teasing me.âÂ
You hummed against his cock, placing soft kisses up the shaft and at the tip then finally taking him completely in your mouth.Â
Jake flung his head back as he felt your mouth slide down him, the tip hitting the back off your throat and squeezing around him, a wet moan leaving his plump lips.Â
You squeezed your thighs together, the moan Jake let out sent chills down your spine and to your heat. You had to be dripping out of your panties after that moan, because fuck it was hot.Â
You bobbed your head up and down, taking every inch of him as your hands squeezed his thighs. Tongue working its magic as it wrapped around him, giving that extra pleasure.Â
Jake set his head back up, looking down at you all pretty between his legs, sucking him off like the good girl you are, taking such good care of him.Â
Jake was losing his mind, seeing the way you sucked his dick, with how you gripped onto his thighs. Wearing that pretty blue sleep dress to help keep the comfort while pregnant. It was so fucking hot to him.Â
Here you were, knocked the fuck up and still down on your knees for him. Sucking him like your life depended on it. Jake could cum just from watching you.Â
His cock twitched and he hissed, knowing he wouldnât be able to last much longer.Â
âBaby,â he cooed, running a finger down your jaw and your eyes fluttered up to him, still not slowing down your movements, âIâm fixingâfuckâto cum,â he flung his head back, but then quickly set it back up, âI wanna cum in your pussy.âÂ
You released him from your mouth, using his thighs, with the help of his hands pulling you up.Â
Jake carefully laid you down on your back against the couch, hands lifting up your blue dress until it was now on the floor, hands flicking back to your hips and removing your panties, leaving you completely bare to him.Â
You reached for his shirt, hands gliding up his body, fingers tracing over his abs and chest as he helped you remove that last bit of clothing from him.Â
Jake lined his cock to your entrance, hands resting on your knees, looking to you for the nod of approval then sliding himself in.Â
You gasp as he bottoms out, then pulls himself halfway out, then slams back into you.
Jake bit his lips as he watched the way your body reacted to him deep inside you, watching as you moaned and whimpered under him. Even though you did all this to take care of him, Jake wasnât going to let himself finish without you getting some taken care of too.Â
So his fingers got to work on your clit as he pounded into you. Jake was already close and knew he was going to bust before you did, but he didnât care. He continued to fuck into you until his seed spilled in you, his hips staggering as he did two last hard thrusts then held his hips in place, making sure every last drop of his cum stayed inside you. His fingers are working faster now.Â
Your moaning got louder. The sensation of Jake pressed up against your cervix with his fingers on your clit was driving you mad. You couldnât form any sentences, could barely even think of a sentence.Â
âOh? Fucked you dumb?â Jake cooed, licking his bottom lip, and slowly started moving his hips again, âAll you know is my cock right now? Right baby?âÂ
You nodded, feeling your climax fast approaching.Â
Jake thought he would be finished after cumming, but seeing how fucked out you were made his dick twitch and wanting more. He couldnât help it, you looked too sexy laying there under him to not move his hips again. Regardless of how overstimulating he felt right now. It just added to the moment.Â
âFuck I love you so much,â he whispered, snapping his hips faster, his cum now leaking out of your hole and dripping down onto the couch, âHere you are fixing to give birth and still caring more about taking care of me and my needs? God, what did I do to deserve you?âÂ
The knot snapped and your orgasm washed over you. Jake pumped into you faster now, both hands being back on your knees, mixing your cum together.Â
âThank you,â Jake groaned, âThank you for never giving up on me,â he ran his hands down to your thighs, gripping the plush tightly, âEven after everything weâve been through, after the shit I put you through. You stayed by me, continued to love meâfuckâthank you, baby, for never giving up on me, on us. And I promise you,â Jake reached his second climax faster than expected, but he didnât care, letting the white ropes shoot deep inside your cunt, hips pinning so hard against your thighs youâre sure bruises will be there in the morning, âI wonât give up on us, Iâll never give up on us, on you, or this family.âÂ
You exhaustedly smiled up at your boyfriend, looking at him with endearment as you reached both arms up to his shoulders and pulled him down to you. Jake hovered carefully, his hand gripping the back of the couch as his lips connected to yours.Â
He rests his forehead against yours, smiling and chuckling as he struggles to catch his breath after cumming twice.Â
How did he actually get so lucky to call you his?
â
You woke up in a pained sweat, your body sitting up quickly as your hands reached for your lower stomach.Â
It was only five pm, and the apartment was quiet except for the sounds of Jakeâs soft snores as he slept beside you, the other three being at work.Â
âJake,â you barely were able to mumble out, reaching a hand from your stomach to tap his bare back, âJake.âÂ
Jake sniffled and hummed, not moving.Â
You sat up more, feeling the wetness soaking the bed sheets.Â
âJake,â you cried out, shoving his shoulder the best you could, sending his head shooting up and looking at you, âJake.âÂ
All it took was one look and Jake knew what was happening.Â
âShit!â he cursed, jumped from the bed, and ran to the closet, grabbing a pair of clothes for you and himself.Â
Jake helped you dress as fast as he could before dressing himself and helping you to your feet and out of the apartment.Â
You still werenât due for another few days but Jake never has been so happy to already have his time off from work.Â
Crazy how the small nap the two of you decided to take would end with your child deciding to gift the world its presence. Even though nerve-racking, Jake wouldnât help the excitement.Â
Jake was speeding down the street, fumbling with his phone to call Jay while telling you to keep breathing.Â
Jay answered on the second ring.Â
âWhatâs up, man? I am in the midââÂ
âHer water broke,â Jake interrupted.Â
âWhat?â Jake could hear the panic in your brother's voice.Â
âYNâs water broke!âÂ
âOh fuck,â there was fumbling around in the background and the sound of Jayâs shoes hitting the pavement to show heâs running, followed up by a âMy sisterâs water broke, I gotta go!â more running then a car door being shut, âPlease get her to the hospital safe, Iâll be there shortly.âÂ
âCall Hee and Hoon and all our parents too,â Jake was barely able to say, the nerves settling in even more, âI need to focus on YN. Can you also go back to the apartment? I forgot the extra bag of things for her night stay.âÂ
Jay agreed, âGet me sister there safe,â and then the call ended.Â
Jake tossed his phone onto his lap, reaching his hand over onto your stomach, rubbing it gently, âJust keep breathing baby, okay?âÂ
You nodded, feeling lightheaded and like you were about to pass out.Â
Before you knew it, you lay on the hospital bed with nurses and doctors surrounding your lower half. Jake stood by your side squeezing your hand tightly and sending words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the sound of your ears ringing from pushing.Â
This was the most painful thing youâve ever felt, but you knew once your baby was out, it would always be worth it.Â
Jake leaned his head against yours, placing kisses on your brow, and continued his words of encouragement, âThatâs it, baby, youâre doing great. Keep pushing.âÂ
You gave one final push, and the pain was easing up. Jakeâs head whipped to your lower half as the sound of crying now filled the room.Â
You took some deep breaths and relaxed your body, but you noticed Jakeâs hand was still squeezing yours. You tried to call him, but eyes never once left your baby as the doctors and nurses took them to a small table, bathing your child clean, their little cries getting louder.Â
One of the nurses noticed Jakeâs stare, her smile growing wide after the other nurses finished wrapping your baby in a blanket.Â
âWant to come meet your daughter, dad?â the nurse said.Â
Daughter. He had a daughter.Â
Jake opens his mouth to speak, hands trembling.Â
âBabe,â Jake hears you call to him, âGo meet our daughter.âÂ
He finally looks down at you, only seeing how big your smile is even after the exhaustion of pushing out a whole human being.Â
So he nodded, finally letting go of your hand, and with shaky legs walked over to the table.Â
Jake fell to his knees. One look was all it took. One look at his daughter and everything in life made sense. One look and his life finally had even more purpose than before. One look and that sweet baby girl became the center of his world.Â
Oh, he was fucked.Â
The nurses helped Jake back to his knees, teasing him about being a first-time dad, and encouraged him to hold his baby girl.Â
Tears filled Jakeâs eyes as he picked her up, her cries finally disappearing the moment she locked eyes with him as if she knew she was safe and sound in the arms of her father.Â
The tears fell down his cheeks, smiling big as he let out a soft chuckle, turning to face you as he rocked her in his arms, âShe has the Park nose.âÂ
You let out a small giggle because of course she does. Youâve never heard the end of how people knew you and Jay were related by similar noses. But you were glad she did have the Park nose.Â
The longer Jake stared down at his little girl, the more he saw himself in her. Mostly her eyes, the same beautiful brown that he has.Â
âWe created this,â Jake cried, finally walking back to your side, âWe created this beautiful piece of life.âÂ
You reached for your daughter, Jake slowly and carefully placing her in your arms. And oh the sobs that escaped your mouth.Â
She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. She was a spitting image of Jake, with small hints of you.Â
Jake pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting as close to you as he could, wrapping his arm over your arms that held your daughter, his thumb grazing the back of your hand.Â
Her small eyes looked back at him and gave a small yawn. His heart nearly stopped, mouthing opening and voice speaking before he realized.Â
âHwa Young,â he softly said.Â
You didnât take your eyes off your daughter to know what Jake meant, âBeautiful Little Flower,â you whispered.Â
âBeautiful Little Flower,â Jake repeated, his smile growing again.Â
âHwa Young Sim,â you smiled, finally turning to face your boyfriend, âBabe, itâs the perfect name.âÂ
Jake quickly leaned over to kiss you, not being able to get enough of your lips on his at this moment. Hwa was finally here in both your arms, your little family finally completely together.Â
Hwaâs soft yawn had you two pulling away from each other, eyes filling with endearment at how her nose scrunches when she yawns.Â
You gently traced your fingers over her face, wanting to outline this moment in memory.Â
Jake watched as you did it, eyes going back and forth between you and Hwa. Knowing this is what he wanted for the rest of his life.Â
âYN?âÂ
You looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a smile, âHmm?âÂ
âLetâs get married.âÂ
You stare at him, tears filling his eyes once again as he leaned back in to kiss you more then slowly fell back into his seat.Â
âLetâs get married,â Jake repeated again, âMarry me.âÂ
You cried again, nodding and chanting out strings of âYes yes yes.âÂ
This might have been Jakeâs happiest moment of his life and knew this happiness was never going to fade. He has you. He has Hwa. He has Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, his older brother, and his parents. Thereâs nothing else Jake needed. He has it all now.Â
You started to ask where your brother was when the door to the hospital room flew open and everyoneâs eyes went to the door.Â
Jay stood in the doorway, your duffle bag in hand.Â
âI came as quickly as I could, Heeseung and Sunghoon areâŚon the way.âÂ
You smiled up at your brother as his eyes were locked into Hwa in your arms.Â
âJongseong, my big brother, want to come meet your niece?â Â
Jay almost lost his balance, dropping the duffle bag to the floor and gripping to the wall. Jake couldnât help but laugh.Â
âMy niece?â Jayâs heart was pounding. He has a niece. Heâs an uncle. Oh my god, he has a niece.Â
âWeâre both fucked, brother,â Jake teased, âWe are done for.âÂ
Jay slowly walked over to your bedside, watching as you slowly lifted his niece up and into his arms. Jake was right, they both were fucked. Because the moment Jay fully held her in his arms and looked into those eyes, he was done for. Jay became putty in this little girl's hands. She has him wrapped around her finger and his entire world. The protection Jay felt for her was on the same level he had for you, and you could see it in his eyes as he held Hwa. That big brother protection spell overflowing onto her. It made you smile, knowing she would be so loved and protected like you are.Â
Jay fought to hold back his tears as he rocked her in his arms, âMy sweet nieceâŚâÂ
âHwa Young Sim,â Jake said with a big smile, âBeautiful Little Flower.âÂ
Jay chuckled, âIt fits her so wellâŚLittle Hwa. Oh my god, she has the Park nose.âÂ
Everyone in the room laughed as Jay continued to coo over Hwa. Kissing her forehead softly and whispering how heâll be the best uncle for her, to protect her with everything. It made tears swell back into your eyes.Â
Jay chuckled again, âShe is a spitting image of you, Jake. An exact copy and paste, itâs crazy.âÂ
Heeseung, Sunghoon, and even Shotaro rounded the corner of the door frame, the three of them immediately crumbling the moment they laid eyes on Hwa.Â
Baby girl has only been born for twenty minutes and she already has everyone in the room wrapped around her fingers and falling to their knees.Â
âWeâre uncles!!â Sunghoon cheered, taking Hwa from Jay.Â
Jake and you watched as your parents pulled in one by one, everyone taking turns holding your daughter and showing her all the love she deserves.Â
Jake rests his forehead against yours, tangling his fingers around yours, âBaby?â he hummed, âLetâs have another one, ya?âÂ
â§âËâ§THE ENDâ§Ëââ§
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Eternally Loved
Yandere/Corrupt! Leon x Fem! Reader
warnings: dead dove do not eat, daddy kink, oral (f receive), p in v
summary: He needs to protect you, to keep you his. Youâre too brittle for anyone else, they wouldnât know what to do with you. Only he deserves you, he is the only one that knows how to handle you. Yes, yes, only him.
words: 3.3k
a/n: this idea has been in my head for a while now and I had to get it out of my system. Enjoy!! <33
Leon never thought heâd end up like this⌠actually he did. Orphan since the ripe age of seven, spent the rest of his upbringing in the shitty foster care system, started police academy which surprisingly wasnât that bad compared to some situations he was in. And just when he thought things are starting to look up for him after he graduated, he finds himself in the virus outbreak in Raccoon City.
Out of the many cities and towns he couldâve chosen to work in, he chose Raccoon city. Not even assigned or forced; for once in his life, he had the privilege of choosing what to do, and look what that got him.
After barely making it out alive, he goes back to whatâs familiar. Getting forced to do shit he never signed up for. Working as an agent for the government, the right hand of the president of the United States of America, what a fucking honor.
Itâs like heâs allergic to happiness, sentenced to a life of misery since the day he was dragged into this world. Heâs in his late thirties now, living alone, eating alone, drinking alone, sleeping, crying, smiling, fighting, all alone.
Sherry visits from time to time, and thatâs the only occasion where he feels like heâs not fighting the urge to jump off a cliff. Itâs a once-a-year sort of occasion though, but thatâs good enough for him. Christmas for Leon is the day that Sherry visits, the only thing he looks forwards to each year.
Claire visits too, but mostly to make sure he isnât dead, taking his medication and going to therapy. He swears he does, even though he doesnât. All the therapists he tried always look at him, overwhelmed on what to tackle first. Taking him apart and dissecting his brain like heâs some sort of lab rat.
He knew that not getting help was going to catch up to him someday. Although he expected it to backfire on him, like a bullet to the head or giving up on fighting whatever bioweapon heâs facing, letting it end his suffering before he does it himself. Instead, youâre now passed out in the backseat of his car.
He was having a bad day, well, every day is a bad day when youâre Leon Kennedy. Driving slowly back to his place, and you just so happened to be walking out of your college campus. Backpack on your back, your eyes glued to your phone, youâre not even paying attention to your surroundings.
How irresponsible.
Youâre a sweet thing, really. So young and full of life, enough to brighten up his dark and dingy days, he can sense it. You look loved, pampered and cared for, something he lacked. Heâs sure that you have enough love inside of you to share it with him, life hasnât robbed you of your youthful smile and bright eyes. How funny would it be if he just⌠took you.
Apparently to him it was fucking hilarious cause, next thing you know he parked his car and is making his way to you. Kidnapping you was fairly easy; you were already walking on an empty street when he made up his mind to borrow you for a bit. You fought back, trying to free yourself from is hold. A for effort, but it wasnât enough for him to let you go.
A few empty threats while putting you in the back of his car were enough to shut you up, so fucking gullible. Cried your heart out as he drove, honestly you were kind of an ugly crier, plus you were making him feel bad so itâs starting to get on his nerves.
Eventually though, you pass out from hyperventilating. Very dramatic, like he couldâve done worse. He has a pistol attached to his hip at all time and didnât even pull it out once to scare you. Fine he was kidnapping you, but gently, so canât you be grateful for that?
That was five months ago, and since then youâve gotten better. At first, youâd repulse every time he came closer to you, tears rapidly brimming in your eyes, pleading whispers asking him not to hurt you. He wasnât going to in the first place, he wanted someone to soothe the aching loneliness in his heart, thatâs why youâre here.
There is a difference between a pathetic unloved loser, and a psychopath. He never hurt you, not even once, ever since that fateful day when he laid his eyes on you.
He did have to scare you a few times though, but again all empty threats; like heâs going to hurt your family if you think about screaming or even considering escaping. Shit he sees in movies.
Again, first time kidnapping someone, heâs a little nervous. Funnily enough, he didnât even know your name back then, let alone your parentsâ name. But it got the job done of keeping you in line.
Now he does know your name, itâs pretty just like you, it suits you. But he doesnât use it, calling you pet names is better, helps him live the fucked-up fantasy of the two of you being in love. His sweet baby, always waiting for him back home.
Truthfully, he treats you fairly well for someone who kidnapped you. Asking what you want to eat, making effort to learn your interests and hobbies, even buying you small gifts that you might like from time to time.
And after a few weeks, you started accepting him. Asking him questions about himself, snuggling up next to him while watching a movie, and begging him not to leave for work. As much as he appreciates the fact that you actually care for him now, heâs aware that this is all a trauma response. Stockholm syndrome is a blessing in this particular situation; as long as a part of you has accepted him and loved him, is all heâs asking for. Â
Youâre a curious little thing, questioning him about his past, present and future, whatâs his job and why he sometimes disappears for days. He should get pissed, and put you in your place, but youâre too cute to cry so he answers vaguely. Besides, itâs nice to have someone be interested in learning about you, feels like ages since he experienced that.
All you know about him is his name, just his first name, that he saves the world in order to protect you, and that he would never hurt you; and thatâs exactly all he wants you to know. You feel like a chance for him to start from scratch, a breath of fresh air, totally and utterly clueless on what kind of shit he sees and has seen outside the walls of his apartment.
He has noticed however, how you seem to get dumber and dumber by the day. Well, no shit youâve been spending majority of the past five months alone staring at the different walls facing you. Your past life becoming noting more than just a distant memory, fading away with each second.
Now all of your focus and knowledge is about Leon, Leon, Leon, Leon. The man you once feared becoming the axis of your world, he can even consider himself your hero with the way youâre treating him.
The name Leon however is a name youâre not allowed to say out loud, just like he uses pet names to address you, you are expected to do the same. Leon is dead now, Leon is the man that kidnapped you. Daddy however, keeps you safe from this scary world.
Youâre not allowed to go outside because people will try to hurt you, so you should always be with daddy. Youâre not allowed to have your family come over, because they will try to take you away from daddy. Youâre not allowed to dwell on the life you once lived, because that makes daddy upset, you would never want to make daddy upset right?
Daddy always knows best, so you should always listen to him. Is the foundation he used to build his castle, no, empire in that pretty head of yours.
Truth be told, Leon has been obsessing over you as well. Kidnapping you at first was just to fill the gaping hole in his heart. But now if you get even a tiny papercut, he goes crazy.
Managed to slither into his tattered heart and grew your ivy all over it. His life has been better since you were yanked into it.
âThank you, daddy.â
âPlease daddy.â
âLove you, Daddy.â
Fuck, he can hear your voice when youâre not even there.
The eerie quietness of his apartment is now gone, replaced with the sound of the TV in the living room, with you sitting on the couch in his shirt. His bed is no longer cold and empty, your body is there to warm it up, your scent making it feel more comforting.
He needs to protect you, to keep you his. Youâre too brittle for anyone else, they wouldnât know what to do with you. Only he deserves you, he is the only one that knows how to handle you. Yes, yes, only him.
You begged him to let you out just once, promising youâd never try to run away. He honestly forgot that was something he needed to worry about. Youâd never run away, even if you wanted to. Fucked you up so bad, your entire sense of self, morality, and survival instincts in shambles.
Was going to say no, and remind you of the rules. But you asked so politely and have been such a good girl lately. Surely you deserve a reward other than his cock.
And so, he takes you to the park, your eyes looking around like you have never seen trees before. Everything is going fine, youâre behaving, and heâs relaxing. Deciding to buy the two of you ice cream, he leaves you for not more than two minutes to buy it at the nearby stand.
Thatâs when a guy that seems about your age, starts talking to you. Discomfort and fear are written all over your face.
âRule number 17, no talking to anyone besides daddy.â Â Is what he can assume you mind keeps repeating, your lips are sealed, biting on them, not letting a word leave your mouth and praying that he leaves you alone.
As soon as you spot Leon looking over at you, he can see you start to tremble in fear.
That person is trying to take you away from him, everyone tries to take things he loves away from him. No no, not you, anything but you. Heâs definitely going to hurt you, what if he has a knife? What if he recognizes you from the missing personâs report your family posted all over town. Â
Such an idiotic move by the way, if anyone did find you, they would never give you up.
The day didnât end the way he hoped, he dragged you back home after shooing away the guy that was talking to you, his fists clenched so hard, theyâre almost cramping. Blinded by rage, he threw a whole fit once you made it back home. Throwing items across the room, yelling and screaming at you; he couldnât even recognize himself at this point.
It wasnât your fault, you didnât break any of the rules, and he knows that. This is simply his paranoia acting up, itâs his issues acting up.
You start having a panic attack, hyperventilating and crying. Seeing you like this causes a switch to flip in his head. And so, he approaches you slowly, wrapping you in his arms, one of his hands rubbing your back gently and planting soft kisses on the crown of your head.
âIâm sorry, baby. Daddyâs here, daddy would never hurt you.â Â Whispering into your hair. âYou know I love you right? My sweet angel, always such a good girl fâmeâ
Breathing starts to become more regular, and you stop sobbing, hugging him back and seeking comfort from the same person that you should hate with a burning passion. Taking in a deep breath, he holds you, patting your hair and humming a tune.
âDid I scare you, baby?â he asks after a little while. âYeahâŚâ
Heâs disappointed in himself; thought he left that behavior back in the past, when he didnât know how to deal with you. âYou know I didnât mean that right? I just care for you, that guy couldâve been dangerous, sweetheart.â
 Your head nods against his chest, your arms tightening around him. âHow about you let daddy take care of you baby? How does that sound?â you nod again, causing his lips to curl up into a smile.
Pulling away, he grabs your chin and tilts it up. Your watery eyes lock with his, some tears still wetting your cheeks. âMy pretty girl.â
Bending down, he kisses one of your wet cheeks, caressing it with his thumb. Chapped lips then drop down to yours, kissing them gingerly. It starts off as sweet, then he amps up the fierceness of it. You moan into his mouth, hand grabbing his shirt in your fist, holding him in place.
Flattered by your eagerness, he continues. Cornering you against the dining table, hands making their ways to your hips, easily lifting you up and setting you back down. His lips wrap around your bottom lip, kissing and tugging on it with a delicate bite.
He grabs your arms that are desperately clinging onto his chest, and holds them in a firm grip as his lips move to your neck. Littering your neck with hickeys and love bites, one of his favorite activities.
Itâs a shame that they go away though, but thatâs just another excuse to give you more. Purple flowers blossoming on your neck when his lips detach from the skin. He can smell the scent of his shampoo in your hair, drives him crazy all the time.
Your eyes close, breathy moans escaping those doll lips of yours. If kissing you to death could kill you, youâd be long gone by now. Lips dripping with maple, and sweet like honey; only a matter of time before he gets cavities.
One of his hands pushes you lightly to lie down on the surface beneath you, hands travelling up your plush thighs. He spreads you out, hiking your pink dress up, exposing your soaked panties. The sight making blood rush to his cock.
Dropping down to his knees, he marvels at the sight in front of him, urging him to lick his lips as his mouth feels dry. Hooking his finger into the gusset of your panties, he swiftly pulls them off, watching as your wet cunt glistens with need.
He blows some air onto your core, causing your knees to quiver and your breath to hitch. Looking down at him, your brows furrow in irritation as he sits and does nothing.
âDaddy, pleaseâŚâ God, that whining, how he loves it.
âLet daddy enjoy the view for a bit, sweetheart.â Knowing you canât argue back, you rest your head back on the table. He notices that youâre obeying, and rewards you with his thumb running up your slit before circling your clit.
Slick begins to drip even more from your aching cunt, while your hips squirm trying to get as much friction as possible. Removing his finger, he leans closer and flattens his tongue against your pussy savoring your taste.
Rough hands wrap under your thighs then rest on your hip, pulling you to the edge of the surface. He presses his face fully against your wet heat, feverishly sucking and licking your sensitive bundle of nerves, before pushing his tongue into your hole, nose bumping against your clit.
Groaning at the taste, he eats you like a man starved. You on the other hand, in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth open, letting those adorable sighs and moans slip through your lips. Chanting daddy over and over like he isnât between your thighs.
Your hands claw at anything and everything you can reach, settling on your breast, giving it a light squeeze making Leonâs heart ache with jealousy. Pulling his mouth away, he gathers spit in his mouth before letting it drip down onto your cunt.
Thighs begin to squirm at the feeling of the warm fluid dripping from your clit and down to your entrance. âFuck, so fucking sexy.â
Dropping back down, he connects his mouth back between the apex of your thighs. Eating you out with determination, passion, and like his life depends on it. Pulling the hood of the clit back and sucking, making your hips jolt in pleasure.
âPrettiest girl, got the prettiest dolly pussy. Canât wait to fuck this tight hole full of my cum.â Youâre so into this, itâs adorable, heâs practically drowning down here.
Only a few seconds later, you come undone on his tongue. Legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He moves back, stubble completely drenched and swollen pink lips. His dick throbs with need, as he roughly palms it through his jeans.
Standing back up, he begins to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the jingling snapping your out of wherever that orgasm sent you off to. Pulling out his thick cock, he gives it a few strokes, watching as precum gathers on the head of the tip.
He sucks in a breath of air, and looks back over at you. Eyes on his dick like itâs the first time seeing it, like he doesnât dick you down every night till your fast asleep.
âCan daddy fuck this pretty little pussy baby?â he says, slapping the sticky tip against your mound, watching the invisible strings connect the two surfaces with lust and desire. You nod, biting your lip and gawking at what heâs doing.
âOf course he can, this slutty cunt can never say no to dick now can she?â he chuckles lowly. âAlways so fucking needy and wet.â
Wasting no time, he slots himself between your folds and thrusts all the way in. You let out a yelp while he moans at the stretch. All of your thinking skills being replaced by thoughts of his dick, and itâs very evident on your face.
He grins, watching you through hooded eyes. âPull that dress down a bit sweetheart, let me see those tits.â
You comply, pulling the material covering your breasts down, leaving you top naked in the absence of your bra. His calloused fingers twinge the stiff peaks as his hips begin to move.
Heâs so deep in you, you can feel his dick in your throat, not like thatâs an unfamiliar feeling anyways. He starts off relatively slow, to compensate for the way he plunged into you. But that tenderness quickly vaporizes as he begins to slam into you, the sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex filling the room.
The way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way you keep licking those lips, and the way you keep sucking him in are not doing you any favors of making him give up the idea of pouncing on you like a dog.
Holding back his moans is getting nearly impossible with your velvety walls squeezing his cock; each time his skin grazes your swollen clit. In attempts of shutting the two of you up, he crashes his lips against yours in a messy kiss.
His hand sneaking into the space between the two of you and stimulating your abused clit. And in return, you wrap your legs around his torso.
All it takes is a few rough circles on your pudgy bundle of nerves and a few strokes on the sweet spot inside your walls for you to be cuming yet again. This time however dragging him along with you. He lets out a broken moan as your walls milk every drop of cum out his balls, making him see stars.
Thrusting into you a few more times. He notices the sight of the familiar white ring surrounding the base of his cock before pulling out with a nasty slick sound.
He moves towards your sprawled out body, and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. Kissing your jaw, and rubbing the small beads of sweat on your forehead.
âDaddyâs Girl.â
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Yandere Rollo
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i like my repressed christian boys a lot if yall can't tell ;-;, couldn't pass up on this....tr will be back on schedule next!
Rollo Flamme never imagined himself as simply ordinary. He had always been destined to be extraordinary, committed and focused, willing to put in the work to achieve perfection. Yes, there was no doubt that there were ways to go to meet his goals, seeing as his fire lily plan went up in flames on first contact with that wretched Malleus Draconia and his Night Raven buddies despite his months of meticulous planning and careful scheming.
Yet here he was, walking at a speed Rollo hoped didnât divulge how fast his heart was pounding away, your letter carefully tucked away deep within his robes, pressed right up against his chest. Green eyes concentrated on nothing but his next step, his poker-face and overall reputation as the Student Council President a god-sent for keeping unwanted attention away as he cut a path through the school towards his room, hands clasped in front of him as they always were.Â
Outside the gates of Noble Bell College, Fleur City was as lively as ever, the hustle and bustle of a city coming back to life under the gentle evening sun echoed throughout the conversely silent campus as people enjoyed busking in the remaining sunlight after a long day of work. It was an exceptionally cool day too, the white-haired boy noted to himself, the breeze sweeping down the hallways and bursting forth into the open air strong enough to lift the ends of his robes.
A respectful mumble of âRollo-kaichoâ rose from the scatter of students milling around as he walked past, though nothing that a returned nod of acknowledgement couldnât settle.
The peacefulness that blanketed the stately campus as the sun sank further and further down the horizon reminded him much of the night of the Young Mageâs Social ball, and more so, you. Rollo could recall that particular evening with perfect clarity, the sights and sounds replaying again in his head as the purple-clad mage made his way indoors, the old wooden door swinging shut behind him with nay a creak, shutting out both the wind and the sounds of the city.
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His own footsteps were the only sound ringing across otherwise empty corridors as the boy turned the situation he had found himself unexpectedly stuck in over and over again in his mind. It had never been his intention to fall over his own set trap, yet how was it he did so anyway despite all his wariness and discipline?
This had all begun as a plot for revenge right after he had been bested, by villains no less. It would be hard for Rollo to even admit that he had come to terms with the beating he received several months ago, let alone the night after it happened, and his next plot had already begun to hatch the moment you swept into view dressed in your masquerade costume, accompanied by none other than Malleus himself. From everything he witnessed, it was clear that the Draconia housewarden cared greatly for you, and dare he guess, maybe even had some unexpressed feelings for you.Â
Not that he hadnât noticed you before that night, but it was certainly the first time that he had come to realize just how central a place you held among the Night Raven College students, and how crucial a card you would be in his next plan to wipe that smug smirk off of that wretched fae princeâs face.
The night of the Young Magesâ Social ball had been surprisingly ordinary, given what had just happened. He had been exhausted and dead on his feet, even if he showed no sign of it outwardly; the orderliness of the hall that he painstakingly cleaned after the last fire lotus had withered was a welcomed sight. Alas there was no time for sleep, not that it would matter given his already heavy eyebags. But despite his state, you had instantly caught his eye at the start of the ball, quietly huddled towards the back of the Night Raven group, trying your best to look anywhere but at him or at the rest of the crowd as you and your friends were singled out as the saviors of Fleur City. And it was obvious that you were feeling even more out-of-place as the dance began in earnest, though whether it was from the crowds or just general awkwardness, Rollo could not say.
Taking his leave from the merrymaking, the white-haired Council President could find no surprise within him when he found you sitting alone later outside of the hall, enjoying the peace and quiet that had fallen over the city with the arrival of night, looking up at the blanket of stars, a glass of what looked like juice in your hand.
âMay I join you?â
You had jumped at his words, though you did settle quickly upon realizing it was just him for reasons unbeknownst to Rollo. âBy all means,â you replied, waving him down to join you. After all, he did just try to essentially kill your friends and all mages in general. Perhaps you knew something he didnât, the purple-clad student mused to himself, subtly watching you from the corner of his pale green eyes. Or perhaps you were just presumptuous, given you hadnât been affected as badly as the rest.
The dark sky was clear of clouds, the dark of space dotted with twinkles as far as the eye could see, the moon hanging alone amidst the barren sky; an alluring sight for weary souls - and judging from how discreetly you had excused yourself from the social, you definitely were tired.Â
A pause as Rollo took a seat a respectful distance from you. âToo much?â
You nodded. âToo much.â
Whatever it was, you seemingly held no ill will towards Rollo, simply accepting his quiet company. And so the two of you sat in comfortable silence as the young mages danced and laughed the night away just a stoneâs throw away. The minutes melted into hours as the world continued to turn, though the calmness of the reality around him was a far cry from the turmoil of thoughts within his head.Â
When the night started to grow old and the cacophony of noises began to die down, it was as if an unheard bell had gone off, and you reluctantly stood, empty glass now in hand - your friends were bound to come looking for you should they notice you were missing. And with you leaving soon and that night being the last one you were spending at Noble Bell College, it was finally time to launch the first phase of his plan.
âI would like to write to you,â Rollo started, immediately cringing internally as the words left his lips, but there was no going back now. âIf it is alright with you.â
He held his breath as you considered his request, your head cocking to the side as you contemplated. âSure, why not?â You shrugged, shooting him a light smile, your hair gleaming in the waning moonlight. âGoodnight, Rollo.â
Exhale. And that was that.
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But now here he was, Rollo mused, eagerly anticipating the opportunity to read your letter alone. Has his plan gone astray? He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts of you, just till he could be alone. For all his routine and self-discipline, you were the one temptation he couldnât seem to get squash down.
Coming to a pause at the fork in the hallway, the Noble Bell Council President paused. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted tonight in the midst of his much-needed analysis of your letter, so against the burning desires of his heart and the weight of your letter heavy in his robes, he forced himself to take a detour, his feet carrying him down sparse corridors towards the councilrooms. It was easy to spot his Vice President still hard at work amidst the otherwise empty room, scouring through a stack of papers at his desk, head down and pen scribbling away.
A quiet clearing of his throat was enough to get the attention of the occupant inside. âRollo-kaicho!â Said student rocketed up from his seat, hurriedly adjusting his slipping striped cap. âWhat brings you here at this time of day?â
âI wanted to check in before I retired for the day,â replied the white-haired boy, giving a courteous glance to the rest of the unoccupied desks before returning his gaze to the other. âIs there anything I should know about?â
The Noble Bell Vice President stuttered for a moment, lost for words and wrecking his tired brain in an attempt to find what to say. âI-uh-â
Pulling out his celestial-patterned handkerchief, his movement just barely managed to cover the disgusted look that fell over his expression, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing as the stench of magic overwhelmed his senses, though Rollo still managed to keep his tone neutral. Even if he was the one to initiate contact, that hardly made a difference with his nausea. âItâs fine,â the magic-adverse mage managed to grit out without a hint of distaste, his tone as neutral as it always has been. âPlease have the points ready for me tomorrow morning.â
âOf course, Rollo-kaicho. I apologize again.â
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Finally being able to lock his room door behind him brought a relief much like cold water over hot iron, ending the depraved pulsing in his mind that the mere presence of the envelope in his robes against his chest brought on with every passing second. Tossing the heinous paper carelessly onto his well-worn table top, Rollo instead hurriedly picked it back up again, pale green eyes scanning for any further damage he had caused, though fortunately there was none to be found.
Letting out a sigh of relief, the white-haired boy settled into his chair. Now, to satisfy both his curiosity and anticipation.
Trembling fingers carefully peeled open the envelope, revealing a slightly yellowed, unevenly folded paper much to Rolloâs chagrin - he would have much preferred if you used a perfect white piece of paper, quality stationery instead of this random piece you must have had left over from your homework, and if you had folded it the same way he did all this time. But he supposed he couldnât expect that high a standard from you, given the riff-raff of mages you found yourself in the company of. As he gently freed your letter from its paper enclosure, his sensitive nose caught a whiff of a familiar scent, the smell probably having lingered on from when you first mailed it out.
The light fragrance of your favorite shampoo, Rollo deduced, bringing the paper up to his nose. He recognized it, no matter how faint it was. You must have just finished showering when you wrote and sealed the letter if the aroma still endured. A breath of fresh air amidst the rank odor of magic and mages.
And then he began to read.
Dear Rollo, the letter began as it always did, those two words enough to have his heart skip a beat like nothing else could. But this time, the next few that followed were even better. Your letter came late, and it was sorely missed.
Line by line, you spelled out your daily ongoings, your interactions with your fellow schoolmates, your inner thoughts. Rambling about anything and everything that came to mind, thoughts spilling out without filter straight onto paper. About how Grimm (that filthy magic cat) nearly failed his test again and about how Deuce and Ace got into their latest spat of trouble with their housewarden Riddle. About how Jack and Epel were like to work with on your history project, and how you felt about one of your lunches being stolen by Leona.
Just like that, the minutes slipped through his finger, and with a pang in his heart, Rollo came to the end of your letter.
He placed the paper down on the paper, taking a breath.
How was it that he could feel so attached to another person through a simple piece of paper? How did you ensnare him so effortlessly, bypassing his hard-fought discipline as if it didnât exist? Did all this mean that his revenge plot against Malleus had already gone awry?
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The night was cool and quiet, the moonlight that shone through his stained glass windows bringing the Noble Bell Council President back to that fateful night. A light gust of wind seeped in through a small crack, creaking the old wooden panels in the floor as it blew through his room.Â
Your writing had improved, Rollo noted, as per his guidance in his previous letter. You were using a ruler to ensure straight lines, and your handwriting had neaten greatly; a far cry from your first reply to him, the memory of those scrawling letters that ran up and done and every-which way except straight across the paper still causing shivers to run down his spine. That was bad.
Carefully and painstakingly refolding the paper, Rollo stood, returning it to its envelope before moving to stow the letter within his secret compartment above the fireplace, with previous letters neatly arranged upright according to date received. His fingers lightly brushed past all your correspondence with him, his chest fluttering at your willingness to speak with him, his mind already churning with how and what he should reply to you. Would you be interested in perhaps coming back to Noble Bell? Maybe he should visit Night Raven College? Even if that blasted Draconia was there, it would be worth it just to have some private, personal time with you, the white-haired mage calculated, his hand tapping an unknown rhythm across his desk that he now leaned against.
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There was no point in denying his obsession with you, not at this point - it had been awhile since you started to occupy his every waking moment and thoughts, and being as organized and detailed as Rollo was, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he began to spiral. Sure, his first letter had been full of nothings, meaningless pleasantries and stories that he polished to perfection over the course of a night of restlessness. But what he got back was your heart on your sleeve, your mind like an open book for him to pick apart and examine.
As things turned out, the more he picked, the more he found. Questions he sent always came back answered, with you evidently letting slip more than you intended to originally say, sometimes directly and sometimes when he read between the lines.Â
A single line in your third reply to him was all it took to begin his unending slide.Â
You were from a different world.
The more he sat on it, turning it around and round in his mind, the more his chest grew warm, and you began his center of focus. Even the mere passing pondering of what you were doing now was enough to grip Rolloâs entire being, to have his heart rate increase and his thoughts to jumble. After all, in this foul, tainted world, there could be no purer person than someone who came from a place where no magic exists.
You were perfection embodied.Â
In a twist of fate, you turned out to be pure, a shining beacon amidst the foul-smelling heathens. A gift from the heavens, a blessings from the divine meant for none other than him, that no one could properly appreciate except for him. Sure you werenât the most orderly, and you did have your moments where you were occasionally wowed by magic, especially the inhuman feats from that wretched Malleus Draconia, but you remained untainted despite your constant proximity to the taint of magic that surrounded and cloaked you as if a heavy fog. Never indicated anything more than a passing interest in the magic that your companions wielded and an admiration that Rollo was sure he could rid you off. All you needed was time away from those mages, spent instead in his company.
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Stepping away from his desk and moving now towards his personal bathroom, Rollo came to the answer he had been looking for as the boy moved to undress himself for a nighttime shower. It had been in front of him all this time.
The answer was no.Â
No, he hadnât forsaken his plan to wield you against Malleus; sure the exact details had changed as the months went by, but everything he did was as he had schemed. Just that now, you didnât have to be a means to an end, you didnât need to be just another casualty wrecked up amidst his crusade against the villains. Stealing you away from the fae prince would be one of the largest blows he could deal with to that condescending prick, the beginning of his downfall - the excitement tingling at Rolloâs arms as he imagined the crestfallen expression that would twist Draconiaâs face, the streak-free bathroom mirror reflecting the pale green eyes that lighted up in callous pleasure.
It would be glorious.
But for now, Rollo determined, schooling his face back into its usual neutral look as he turned to step into the shower room, what he needed to concentrate on was his next letter to you.
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thinking about college!art inviting patrick to spend the night at his campus apartment
and when patrick arrives and sees you (artâs roommate) on the couch, heâs completely bewildered by how fucking hot you are.
âhow could you not hit that?â he murmurs lowly and cheekily into artâs ear as the blonde shows him around the apartment unit
art just scoffs and shakes his head and pushes patrickâs shoulder roughly
âdonât. sheâs nice and we have a good thing going. she does the dishes and i take out the trash,â he explains, âiâm not gonna ruin that.â
but patrick canât stop thinking about you and your body and the way you waved to him when he walked in and set his bags down.
itâs all muddled in his head. and he slowly but surely coaxes art into divulging more information about you throughout the afternoon and early evening.
âyeah, sheâs single.â
âyeah, sheâs openminded.â
âyeah, sheâs adventurous.â
somehow the night ends with the three of you on the couch in the living room; drinking and watching a stupid horror movie.
you all laugh and point and make comments about the main characterâs faults. and then patrickâs hand is on your left thigh, and artâs is on your other. and then youâre all kissing; a clash of tongue and teeth and heavy breathing. and then theyâre both messily grasping at your shirt and your pajama bottoms, tugging them off and tossing them aside as they groan into your neck and your mouth.
in the next instant, patrick is flipping you over and positioning you on your hands and knees on the cushions, your head facing artâs crotch while your ass is being grinded against by the front of the brunetteâs tented shorts.
one torn-open wallet condom later, and patrick is actively thrusting into your sopping cunt while he holds your hips and watches your hands fumble with the tie of artâs sweatpants
artâs hips lift as he pushes his bottoms down, along with his boxers, and then heâs gently coaxing your head down to suck his cock while his best-friend fucks you senseless from behind
youâre moaning around the precome and aching flesh throbbing in your mouth, but you suck art until he whimpers and comes down your throat with a sharp, shaky moan; hips jolting and accidentally forcing more of himself inside as he gushes and you swallow
patrick finishes in the condom not even ten seconds later, spurred on by the sound of artâs release and the way your core clenches around him, and heâs groaning heavily as his length floods the latex. his body curls in forward, his chest against your back, and he reaches down to squeeze your tits in his palms as he shudders out the last waves of his high
art had potentially changed (ruined?) his platonic roommate relationship with you forever, but patrick had gotten his fill. and art had too, even if he didnât want to admit it. heâd been pining for long enough, and all he needed was a push from his former doubles partner to give in.
art thinks it was worth it.
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Too Damn Young: Part One
Summary: You and Spencer meet when you're both 18, you fall in love quickly and everything feels like a dream. Unfortunately, reality reminds you that sometimes even though people don't fall out of love, they don't always stay together.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, angst
Warnings/Includes: suggestive content (16+), loss of virginity (not described) young love, unhappy ending, divorced parents, emotional strain with mom
Word count: 11.5k
a/n: this is not a summer fling!!! they are in loveee and i promise there will be a part two and it will be happier!!!
main masterlist part two
Itâs the summer after your senior year of high school, and youâre caught in that strange, in-between space where the world feels wide open but also incredibly small. San Luis Obispo, with its familiar streets and faces, starts to feel more like a cage than the cozy town you grew up in. Everyone around you seems to be moving on, heading off to college, or traveling to far-flung places, leaving you behind to figure out whatâs next. Youâre not sure what you want to do with your life yet, so for now, youâre staying put, even though it feels like the walls are closing in a little more each day.
âFeet off the coffee table, Y/N,â your mother sighed as she walked into the living room, her voice carrying the usual exhaustion and concern.
You glanced up from your phone, your feet still comfortably propped up on the coffee table. âYou never cared beforeâŚâ you muttered, not really in the mood for another one of these talks.
She sighed again, more deeply this time, as if she was bracing herself for what she was about to say. âWell, before, you were in school and not at home all day.â
You frowned, feeling the sting of her words. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWhy donât you get a job? Or go make some friends?â she suggested, her tone trying to be encouraging but not quite hitting the mark. âOh! You could go walk on campus, maybe it will inspire you.â
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to hide your frustration. The last thing you wanted to do was wander around a college campus that wasnât even yours, pretending to be inspired by something you werenât sure you even cared about. But the way your mother was looking at you, with hope and a touch of worry, made you bite back the sarcastic response that was on the tip of your tongue.
Instead, you just sighed and looked away, feeling the weight of her expectations pressing down on you. âMaybe,â you mumbled, not committing to anything, but not outright refusing either. You could tell she wanted you to do something, anything, to shake off this sense of being stuck. But the truth was, you werenât sure where to start, or if you even wanted to.
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Spencer Reid arrived in town carrying the weight of moving his mother into a mental care facility, something thatâs left him feeling more vulnerable than ever. Starting his PhD program in a new place where he doesnât know anyone is daunting, but thereâs a flicker of hope that things might be different this time. Heâs no longer the child prodigy being scrutinized by older students; now, at least, heâs finally an adult, and maybeâjust maybeâpeople will see him as one.
He opened the door to his new apartment, the hinges creaking slightly as it swung open to reveal the small, yet functional space that would be his home for the foreseeable future. The apartment was modest, furnished with the bare essentials, but it was clean and had a certain charm, or so he tried to convince himself. This place was provided by the program he was a part of, a stroke of pure luck.Â
Spencer set down his suitcase and took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to ground himself in this new reality. As he began to unpack and organize, the familiar rhythm of settling in started to take over, a ritual he had grown accustomed to over the years. But as he moved from room to room, he quickly realized something unsettlingâhe lacked a lot of the basic things that had always been provided for him in other housing situations, like the dorms and shared accommodations he had known before.
No dish soap, no paper towels, no trash bagsânothing that could help him actually live in this space comfortably. The realization hit him harder than it should have, maybe because of the long day, or maybe because of everything else weighing on his mind.
Spencer glanced at the clock. It was just past midnight. The last thing he wanted to do was venture out into the world right now, but he knew he had to. He couldnât just sit here, surrounded by empty shelves and a lingering sense of displacement. With a resigned sigh, he decided it was time to go on a missionâa mission to find a store that was open this late.
He grabbed his jacket, mentally preparing himself for the challenge ahead. âHow many people could really be out at 12 a.m. on a Tuesday?â he muttered to himself, trying to inject some optimism into his tone, though it came out more as a question than a statement.
As he stepped outside into the cool night air, the streets of San Luis Obispo were quieter than he expected, almost eerily so. The unfamiliarity of the town, combined with the late hour, made him feel like he was stepping into a different world altogether. But there was a certain solace in the solitude, a small comfort in the fact that he wouldnât have to navigate crowds or make small talk with strangers.
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You wandered down the aisles of the 24-hour market, the quiet hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of a radio playing in the background the only noise in the otherwise silent store. It was strange to see it so empty, almost eerie, but there was a certain comfort in not having to navigate through crowds or make polite small talk with anyone. Tonight was all about one thing: satisfying that sudden, undeniable craving for your favorite ice cream.
As you rounded the corner into the freezer section, your mind focused on the treat you were about to indulge in, a sharp pain shot through your foot. "Ow!" you yelped, instinctively jumping back from the source of the painâa shopping cart that had just run over your toes.
"Oh my god, I am so, so sorry! I didnât see you there," came a voice from the other side of the cart, the owner of it looking every bit like a kicked puppy. His face was a mix of genuine concern and a hint of panic, as if this small accident was the last thing he needed tonight.
You bit back the initial irritation, quickly realizing this guy was already on the verge of a meltdown. "Itâs fine, man, itâs not like thereâs a lot of people around to watch out for anyway," you joked, hoping to ease the tension. The last thing you wanted was for this to turn into some big, awkward thing.
He tried to laugh, though it came out shaky and unsure. âYeâyeah, itâs pretty late.â
You nodded, sensing his awkwardness and suddenly feeling a bit of it yourself. "Yup, well, try not to run anyone else over," you teased lightly, giving him a small smile before stepping past him to continue your mission.
As you walked away, Spencer shook his head, his expression clouding over with self-reproach. He started mumbling to himself, words of self-criticism spilling out in a low voice, but you didnât catch any of it. Your mind was already back on your goal, and when you finally spotted your favorite ice cream, all thoughts of the encounter slipped away.Â
With your prize in hand, you made your way to the checkout and then headed home, unaware of the lingering impact that brief interaction had left on him.
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Spencer finally felt like he had made his new apartment feel like home. The once-empty shelves were now stocked with cleaning supplies and other basic necessities, and though he wasnât really one for decorating, the furniture provided by the campus and his own collection of books, awards, and memorabilia gave the space a sense of familiarity. It wasnât flashy, but it was his.
Yet, after a few days of getting settled, Spencer began to feel something gnawing at himâa sense of being cooped up. He was no stranger to spending long hours alone, buried in his studies or lost in thought, but the endless California sunshine streaming through his windows, and the distant sounds of laughter and life happening outside, started to pull at him. The world outside felt alive in a way his apartment couldnât match.
Spencer stood by his bookshelf, running a finger along the spines of his well-loved volumes, but the itch to get out and breathe the fresh air was undeniable. Maybe it was time to explore a little, to break up the routine and experience something new. He recalled reading about a bookstore down by the beach, a place that sounded like the perfect combination of quiet and livelyâsomewhere he could disappear into a sea of books but still feel connected to the world outside.
Grabbing his tote bag, empty and ready to be filled with new reads, Spencer slung it over his shoulder. With one last glance around his apartment, he stepped out, feeling a sense of excitement with a touch of nerves. He wasnât entirely sure what he was looking for, but he knew he needed to be out there, under that California sun, even if just for a little while. The bookstore by the beach seemed like the perfect place to start.
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Your mom had really been on your case lately, pushing you to get out of the house and do something with your time. Sheâd made it clear that your late-night escapades didnât count, much to your dismay. Each time youâd excitedly recount your quiet midnight walks or the random people youâd encounter, she would just shake her head, unimpressed. She meant during the dayâwhen the sun was shining and the world was alive.
So, in an effort to appease her, you started to drag yourself out of bed each morning and head down to the beach. If you had to be outside, you might as well make the most of it. Lazing around on the sand didnât seem so bad, especially when you could feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. You convinced yourself that at least youâd get a tan out of this forced outdoor time, right?
After a few days of this new routine, something caught your eyeâa "help wanted" sign hanging in the window of a small bookstore that sat right along the sandy sidewalk of the beach. You paused, considering it for a moment. Working in a bookstore couldnât be all that bad. After all, you loved reading. The idea of spending your days surrounded by books sounded infinitely better than more awkward mother-daughter conversations about your lack of daytime activities.
With that thought, you stepped inside and inquired about the position. The place smelled like old paper and salt air, and the sweet old man behind the counter greeted you with a kind, if tired, smile. He explained that he desperately needed help; his partner had passed recently, and he had been struggling to keep the shop running on his own. They had no children or kin to pass the shop along to, and he had resigned himself to working aloneâuntil you walked in.
You applied on the spot and, to your surprise, heard back immediately. They really needed the help. The next day, you started as their first and only employee, stepping into a quiet world of books and stories just waiting to be discovered.
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The bell above the door dinged, signaling a customer had entered the bookstore. You bookmarked your place in the novel youâd been reading and set it aside before calling out, âWelcome in.â
At first glance, the customer paid no attention to you, his focus solely on the shelves of books in front of him. But as you looked up from your counter, you froze for a secondâit was the guy from the 24-hour market. The one who had run over your toes with his cart. For a brief moment, panic surged through you, the irrational thought crossing your mind that maybe he was stalking you. But that idea quickly faded when you remembered how adorably awkward he had been. And, if you were honest with yourself, even if he was stalking you, you might just be flattered. He was quite attractiveâadorable in a geeky way, charming in an awkward way, and just plain handsome.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you slid off your stool behind the counter and walked over to where he was browsing, his nose already buried in the pages of a book. âCan I help you find anything?â you asked, leaning over his shoulder with your hands behind your back, trying to get a glimpse of what he was reading.
Spencer, completely absorbed in the first chapter of the book, didnât hear you approach. He yelped and dropped the book, spinning around to face you with wide eyes. âUhâum, noâno thank you, miss,â he stammered, clearly flustered both from the shock of your sudden presence and the quick realization that you were the same person heâd bumped into at the market. And now, seeing you up close in the daylight, he was even more struck by how pretty you were.
You chuckled, reaching down to grab the book he had dropped. âThis is a good one,â you said, handing it back to him with a friendly smile. âI read it last week. Iâd definitely recommend it.â
Spencer took the book from your hand, his own hands almost shaking. âTh-thank you,â he managed, clearing his throat. âThank youâŚâ
âY/N,â you introduced yourself, grinning a little wider. âAnd you are?â
âSpencer Reid. Uh, Spencer.â
âWell, Spencer Reid,â you teased, âitâs nice to see you again. Are my toes safe this time?â
Spencer blinked, and then recognition lit his eyes as he remembered. His face flushed with embarrassment, but he gave you a small, sheepish smile. âYes, your toes are perfectly safe this time,â he assured you, still clearly flustered but trying to keep his cool.
âThatâs good to hear,â you stifled a laugh, unable to resist teasing him further. âI canât say the same about yours, though,â you added over your shoulder, turning to walk back toward the counter.
Spencer, intrigued and not quite understanding what you meant, quickly asked, âWhat? Why not?â He followed after you, just as you had hoped he would.
When you reached the counter, you nodded your head toward him, silently encouraging him to join you. He hesitated, glancing around the quiet, empty store, but when he saw no one else there, he finally gave in and walked over.
âSheâs why,â you giggled softly, leaning down to scratch the head of an old tabby cat that had appeared on the counter. She purred loudly, her eyes half-closed in contentment. Spencerâs eyes softened at the sight of the cat.
âOh, sheâs so pretty,â he mused, leaning in next to you to scratch the cat as well.
âCareful,â you began to warn, âsheâoh,â you said, surprised as Nala, the cat, nuzzled affectionately into Spencerâs hand. âShe usually doesnât take well to strangers, especially men.â
Spencer blushed a little, his eyes widening slightly in disbelief. âReally?â
You nodded, watching the way Nala practically melted under his touch. âYeah, I guess youâre special,â you said, smiling at him.
And you werenât wrong. As Spencer continued to visit the bookstore at least once a week, sometimes just to browse, sometimes to chat, youâd come to realize just how special he really was. Nala certainly knew it first, and as time went on, you couldnât help but see it too.
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âSo,â you sighed dramatically, flipping through the newspaper in search of the crossword puzzle, âmy mom is making me go out to our lake house in Lake Tahoe all by myself this year to check on it. She doesnât want to go without her new girlfriend, and the girlfriend doesnât want to go, period.â You rolled your eyes, clearly exasperated, as you vented to Spencer. He nodded along, his eyes fixed on you, absorbing every word like it was the most important thing in the world.
âI have to drive all the way there, almost seven hours, just to make sure the heat pump still works, the pipes didnât burst during the winter, and all that other nonsense,â you continued, your frustration spilling out in each sentence.
Spencer seemed to mull over your words for a moment, the gears in his mind turning before he casually shrugged and said, âIâll go with you.â
Your head snapped up, your voice jumping an octave. âWhat?â
âYeah,â he repeated, more cautiously this time. âI mean, if you want me to. I could keep you company. I donât know how to drive, but⌠you wouldnât be alone.â
You blinked at him, momentarily thrown by his offer. âWaitâwhat? You donât know how to drive? How old are you again?â
âY/NâŚâ Spencerâs face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes dropping for a second before he met your gaze again. âYou know Iâm 18, and you know I was a child prodigy. I didnât have time to learn how to drive.â
The realization made you laugh, an idea immediately sparking in your mind. âI could teach you!â you said, jumping off your stool in excitement.
âNo, no, thatâs a bad idea,â Spencer protested quickly, shaking his head as if the thought of being behind the wheel terrified him.
âItâs a great idea!â you argued, grinning at him. âYou come to Tahoe with me, and Iâll teach you how to drive. Itâs perfect!â
Spencer hesitated, clearly unsure about the whole thing, but your enthusiasm was hard to resist. Even he couldnât deny that the trip might be a little more interesting with you by his side.
âFine,â Spencer finally relented, though the nervous edge to his voice lingered. âBut on my terms.â
You grinned, raising your hands in surrender. âDeal! Oh my god, this is so exciting. Now Iâm actually looking forward to it!â
Spencer smiled shyly, his heart doing an odd little flip at your enthusiasm. Over the past few weeks, he had realized that his crush on you had grown significantly, but he couldnât quite figure out if you felt the same. Sometimes, he thought you mightâthere were moments when your smiles lingered a little too long or your teasing became just a little too playful. But then there were the times when you casually mentioned people asking you out, and it made him doubt whether you saw him that way at all.
âWhen are we going?â he asked, trying to push the uncertainty out of his mind.
âOh, yeah, hah,â you laughed lightly, âWeâd leave Saturday morning.â
âOh!â Spencerâs eyes widened in surprise. âAs in two days from now? Why are you just now telling me?â
âMy mom just told me!â you said, shrugging like it wasnât that big of a deal.
âFair enough.â Spencer sighed, already mentally preparing himself for the trip. âIâll go home and start packing. See you Saturday? Should I meet you here?â
You shook your head and handed him your phone, your fingers brushing against his as he took it. âHmm, no. Here, put in your number and text me your address. Iâll pick you up.â
Spencer blushed, the warmth creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. âOkayâŚâ he mumbled as he carefully entered his number into your phone, hoping his hands werenât shaking too noticeably.
You took the phone back, flashing him one last grin before heading back to the counter. Spencer, now flustered and nervous about the weekend ahead, could only hope that maybeâjust maybeâthis trip would give him the chance to figure out where he stood with you.
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As you drove along the winding roads leading to the lake house, Spencer's knuckles turned white as he clutched the door handle, his life flashing before his eyes with every sharp turn and sudden stop. Your driving might have been a bit... enthusiastic, but he found it hard to complain when he saw how happy you were, with the wind in your hair and a bright smile on your face. The open road seemed to breathe life back into you, away from home and responsibilities.
Spencer found himself utterly captivated. It wasnât just the excitement of the tripâit was you. The way you belted out lyrics to your favorite songs without a care in the world, or how you launched into endless stories that would zigzag through a million different tangents before somehow snapping back to the original point. It was chaotic, but in the best way. In those moments, he could easily say this was already shaping up to be the best summer of his life.
At one point, you caught him staring, and with a mischievous smile, you asked, âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
Spencer shook himself out of his daze, heat creeping up his neck. âOh, uh, youâre really preâcrazy. Youâre a crazy driver,â he blurted out, sticking his tongue out playfully.
Your laughter echoed in the car, ignoring his slip-up as you teased, âYou love it.â
Eventually, the car rolled to a stop in the driveway of your vacation home, a secluded and stunning house nestled right by the water. The lake stretched out in front of it, reflecting the trees and the sky in the stillness of the water. Spencer took in the sight, his unease fading as he realized just how beautiful and peaceful the place was.
âWaitâŚâ Spencer said, a hint of mock worry creeping into his voice. âYou didnât bring me out here to kill me, did you?â
That startled a huge laugh out of you. âShit, that was precisely my plan, but now youâve ruined it!â
You both grabbed your bags and a few supplies from the car before making your way into the cozy lake house. The moment you stepped inside, you were hit with the scent of pine and the comforting warmth of the space. You couldnât help but feel a rush of excitementâit had been a while since you'd been here, and it felt like a retreat from everything back home.
âOkay!â you clapped your hands together. âWhy donât you go and take a look around? Iâll handle the checks really quick so we can just enjoy our time here!â
Spencer nodded, feeling a sense of awe as he wandered off to explore. The house was even more beautiful inside, with large windows showcasing the shimmering lake, tall ceilings, and wooden accents that gave it a rustic charm. It felt like the perfect getaway. He couldnât help but think how lucky he was to be here, to experience something like this with you.
Despite growing up in Nevada, his family never brought him to places like this. His father had left when Spencer was young, and his motherâs declining health meant that traveling was difficult, even impossible at times. As he wandered through the house, looking at the furniture, the wooden beams, and the peaceful surroundings, Spencer felt a twinge of sadness mixed with gratitude. This was new for himâa taste of something he hadnât even realized he missed out on.
âHey, Spence, you good?â you asked, coming up behind him, startling him once again.
He jumped slightly, spinning around to face you with a sheepish grin. âYup! Just⌠taking in the view.â
âItâs gorgeous, isnât it?â you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder, the gesture so casual yet intimate. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, soaking in the peaceful surroundings through the large windows overlooking the lake.
Spencer felt the warmth of your presence, the soft weight of your head on his shoulder, and for a brief second, the world outside seemed to fade away. He glanced down at you, trying to calm the flutter of his heart, feeling like maybeâjust maybeâyou were seeing this moment the same way he was.
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The sky had turned into a blanket of stars, each one twinkling like a small firefly against the deep navy blue. The crisp night air had set in, making the warmth of the blanket you had wrapped around yourself all the more comforting as you sat on the deck, gazing up at the infinite sky.
Spencer was sitting nearby, his eyes occasionally darting from the stars to you, as if he were trying to capture both views. His natural curiosity about the universe seemed to blend with the simple contentment of just being here with you. The soft sound of water lapping against the dock and the quiet chirping of night creatures made everything feel serene.
You noticed him shiver slightly from the cool breeze that had picked up, and without thinking twice, you lifted the corner of the blanket and turned toward him. âHey, come join me under here. Itâs freezing out.â
Spencer hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening as he processed the invitation, but after only a beat, he scooted closer, accepting your offer. He slid under the blanket beside you, his arm brushing against yours as he tried to get comfortable.
âBetter?â you teased, a soft smile playing on your lips as you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
He nodded, the warmth from the blanket and your closeness making him feel more at ease. âMuch better,â he replied, a shy but pleased smile tugging at his lips.
You chuckled softly and leaned in just a little closer. âYou know, Spence, I never pegged you for a stargazer.â
He glanced up at the sky again, his eyes shining with the reflection of the stars above. âI guess Iâve just never really had the opportunity to appreciate it. But thisâŚâ He gestured slightly to the sky and then to you, his voice soft. âItâs kind of perfect.â
You felt a warm flush at his words, your smile deepening as you nudged him playfully. âIâll take the credit for the blanket and the company, but I canât do much about the stars.â
Spencer chuckled, his laughter quiet and warm. âWell, youâre definitely making it better,â he said, his tone flirtatious but still unsure, like he was testing the waters. He shifted just slightly under the blanket, your shoulders now pressed against each other, the warmth between you a comforting contrast to the cool night air.
You turned your head toward him, catching his gaze in the soft glow of the moonlight. âI think youâre the one making it better, actually,â you teased lightly, the flirty edge in your voice impossible to miss.
Spencerâs breath caught for just a second, and he smiledâa real, genuine, and slightly bashful smile that made your heart skip. Neither of you said anything more for a moment, just sitting there, cozy under the shared blanket, watching the stars as the night wrapped itself around you.
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The next morning, Spencer woke up feeling something he hadnât felt in a long timeâexcitement. He jumped out of bed, an unusual spring in his step as he followed the delicious smell of pancakes drifting through the house. His heart was still fluttering from the night before, but the cozy warmth he felt with you had turned into something more eager and alive.
As he stepped into the kitchen, the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks. You were standing at the stove, wearing the tiniest pair of shorts Spencer had ever seen, paired with a tight tank top that hugged your curves and rolls in ways that made his pulse race. His mouth went dryâwell, until the smell of the pancakes reached him again, and he couldnât tell if his hunger was for the food or⌠well, you.
You turned at the sound of his footsteps, flashing him a playful smile. âGood morning, sleepyhead! I know youâve got a sweet tooth, so donât even think about telling me you donât like pancakes,â you teased, pointing a spatula at him in mock accusation.
For a moment, Spencer was utterly starstruck. You looked radiant, the soft morning light streaming in through the windows making you glow. But what really sent him reeling was how the thin material of your tank top clung to you, especially how your breasts pressed against it as you moved. He quickly looked up, his face already heating, but his brain seemed to short-circuit for a second.
âUh, um, yeah, I love pancakes,â he stammered, trying his best to sound normal. âThank you.âÂ
You smiled sweetly, seemingly unaware of the internal chaos youâd stirred in him. âGood, because I made way too many,â you said with a wink, plating up a stack of pancakes and setting it on the counter. âCome on, grab a seat. Theyâre best when theyâre hot.â
Spencer nodded, his movements slightly robotic as he took a seat, forcing himself to focus on the food and not how close you were as you set the plate in front of him. The morning air was warm, but the atmosphere between you two felt even warmer. As you sat down across from him, he couldnât help but feel like something was shifting between youâsomething exciting, and possibly dangerous for his already fragile composure.
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That afternoon, you and Spencer strolled through the charming town center of Lake Tahoe, taking in the relaxed vibe and the quaint shops lining the streets. The day had been filled with lighthearted funânothing too serious, just the two of you enjoying each otherâs company. You couldnât help but smile as you pointed out little details of the town, laughing at Spencerâs commentary and feeling a sense of ease that came so naturally with him.
But then, as you browsed one of the boutique shops, a mischievous thought crossed your mind. You turned to Spencer, feigning an innocent realization. âOh, I totally forgot to pack a swimsuit!â
He blinked, caught off guard by your sudden announcement. âYou⌠you forgot to pack a swimsuit?â
You shrugged casually, glancing toward the back of the shop where the swimwear section was. âYeah, I mean, Iâm gonna need one if we want to hit the water, right?â
Spencer nodded slowly, looking a little confused but following along. You werenât entirely sure, but you were starting to feel like maybe he saw you as more than just a friend. There had been glances, small momentsâlike when you caught him staring or how heâd shyly brush against you. And truth be told, you felt a spark with him too, something that made you want to push the boundaries just a little, to see how far they would stretch.
âDo you⌠uh, want my help choosing one?â Spencer asked, his voice a little shaky as he tried to keep his cool.
You smiled sweetly, barely able to contain your amusement. âWell, yeah, Spence,â you giggled. âI need a second opinion! I canât buy something that makes me look bad, right?â
He opened his mouth to respond, but before his brain could stop him, the words slipped out. âI donât think you could look bad in anything.â
The second the sentence left his lips, Spencerâs face turned a shade of red youâd only seen once before when heâd been particularly flustered. His eyes widened in panic, as though he couldnât believe heâd said that out loud.
You couldnât help but giggle, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sunshine outside. âAw, Spence,â you teased gently, reaching out to touch his arm. âThatâs sweet.â
Spencer looked away, clearly embarrassed, but you could see the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was adorable how easily he could be thrown off balance around you, and you secretly loved that you had that effect on him.Â
âOkay, so I personally think I look good in redâŚâ you mused aloud, casually flipping through the racks of swimsuits that, if Spencer had a weak heart, would definitely send him into cardiac arrest. You picked up a bold red bikini and glanced over at him with a raised brow. âBut your favorite color is purple, right?â
âHuh?â Spencer was caught off guard, blinking rapidly as he processed your question. âYeah, it is.â He was surprised, and admittedly touched, that you remembered something so seemingly small.
âWell then, letâs try this on!â you declared with a bright smile, grabbing a deep purple swimsuit off the rack in one hand and reaching for Spencerâs hand with the other. Before he could protest, you were dragging him toward the fitting rooms.
âY/N, I canât come back there with you,â he said, his voice rising in a panic as the realization of what was happening hit him.
You sent him a playful glare over your shoulder, the kind that made his heart race even faster. âYou can and you will, unless you think I should walk out here and let the whole store see me?â
âNope!â Spencer yelped immediately, his face turning an impressive shade of red. He hated that idea. The thought of other people seeing you in something as revealing as a swimsuit made his stomach churn, and the words left his mouth before he could think twice. âIâll come backâŚâ
The fitting room was more casual than expectedâjust one room with a curtain separating the changing area from a small sitting spot. Spencer sat down on a cushioned bench, his heart pounding in his chest as you slipped behind the curtain, out of sight.
For a moment, he could only stare at the fabric of the curtain, feeling like he was in some surreal daydream. The small sounds of you moving around behind the curtain sent his imagination spiraling in ways he really didnât want it to go, but he couldnât help it.
âHowâs it going back there?â Spencer asked awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to distract himself from the situation.
You giggled softly from behind the curtain, and he could hear the light rustling of fabric as you adjusted the swimsuit. âAlmost ready. Just⌠a sec.â
Spencer swallowed hard, unsure if he was ready for whatever was coming next. His heart beat faster with every passing second, and he wasnât sure whether to brace himself for a disaster or⌠something else entirely.
And then you stepped out from behind the curtain, more confident than Spencer could ever hope to be. The swimsuit you had chosenâa soft purple that hugged your curves and contrasted beautifully with your skinâmade Spencerâs heart stop. For a moment, all he could do was stare, frozen in place, his mind short-circuiting at the sight of you standing there in all your stunning glory.
You did a small, playful spin, the movement so effortless and carefree, and Spencer choked on his spit at the sight of your ass as you turned. His face went from pale to a deep, crimson red in less than a second.
âWellâŚ?â you asked, your voice playful, a little teasing as you caught his stunned expression. âWhat do you think?â
Spencer blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth to respond but all that came out was a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between awe and panic.
You smiled, clearly amused by his flustered reaction. âCome on, Spence,â you pressed gently, stepping closer to him, âI need to know if itâs a keeper or not.â
He finally managed to stammer something that resembled coherence. âI-I think⌠itâs perfect.â He gulped. âYou look⌠incredible.â
You grinned, pleased by his approval. âYou sure? I mean, I donât want to walk around looking bad.â
Spencer shook his head quickly. âNo, no, not at all. You⌠you couldnât look bad if you tried.â
Your smile softened, and for a moment, the teasing air between you two shifted into something warmer, something real. Spencer was still blushing furiously, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes, something more than just admiration.
âThanks, Spence,â you said quietly, the playful edge fading as you felt the weight of his gaze on you. It wasnât just about the swimsuit anymoreâit was about the way he looked at you, like you were the most beautiful thing in the room. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to make you feel it too.
The air between you shifted, the teasing moment turning into something heavier, more charged. You suddenly felt shy, your confidence wavering as you caught the intensity of Spencerâs gaze, still lingering on you.
âUm⌠Spence?â you asked, your voice softer now.
âYeah?â he responded, his voice quiet, his eyes still fixed on you like he was in a haze.
You bit your lip, your heart racing as you glanced at the mirror. âCan you, uh⌠help me adjust the straps? I canât reach,â you said, the words tumbling out. It was a lie, and you both knew it, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. You wanted to feel his hands on you, to see if the tension in the air was something more than just a moment.
Spencerâs eyes widened slightly, but without a word, he stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, almost as if he was on autopilot. He walked toward you, his steps careful, the space between you closing with every second.
You turned to face the mirror inside the changing room, stepping just a little closer to the glass, forcing Spencer to enter the small space with you. The two of you were now standing so close, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You could feel the heat radiating off him as his fingers lightly brushed against your skin, adjusting the strap of the swimsuit with a tenderness that made your pulse quicken.
The moment stretched, neither of you speaking, both of you hyper-aware of the otherâs presence. His hands lingered on your shoulders, and when you glanced at his reflection in the mirror, you saw the way his eyes had darkened, his gaze flicking between your face and the curve of your neck.
You swallowed, feeling the tension thick between you. âSpenceâŚâ you whispered, turning your head slightly to look up at him over your shoulder.
His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The small space, the mirror, the soft rustling of clothes in the distanceâit all faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment.
Without thinking, you turned fully, facing him now. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. His hands were still on your shoulders, his fingers trembling slightly. And then, before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips softly against his.
Spencer froze for a split second, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening, but then he melted into the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was soft at first, shy, tentative, like both of you were testing the waters. But then, as you deepened the kiss, the shyness started to fade, replaced by something warmer, something real.
You pulled back slowly, not wanting to push things too far in such a public place, but you couldnât resist the tender moment. Your thumb dragged lightly across Spencerâs bottom lip, his mouth curving into a soft smile under your touch.
âI hope that was okay,â you whispered, suddenly afraid to break the delicate bubble the two of you had created. The world outside seemed distant, as though it didnât exist beyond this tiny, intimate space.
Spencer let out a soft laugh, his voice still filled with a mix of awe and shyness. âConsidering that was my first kiss, it was amazing.â
You blinked, looking at him in shock. âThat was your first kiss? Oh, Spencer, Iâm so sorry! I didnât even ask if youââ But before you could finish your frantic apology, Spencer leaned down and kissed you again, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer.
The kiss was slower this time, more confident. He wasnât holding back, and neither were you. When he pulled back, his lips barely an inch from yours, he whispered against your skin, âI could not have asked for a better person.â
Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making the moment feel even more special. You couldnât help but smile, feeling like this was a turning pointâsomething that was destined to happen, like you were meant to share this with him.
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That night, everything felt light and easy between you and Spencer. The kitchen was filled with laughter and warmth as you both cooked dinner together. Every so often, youâd lean over to steal a playful kiss, the steam from the boiling noodles creating a cozy, almost magical atmosphere around you. Spencerâs awkwardness had melted away by then, replaced with a soft confidence that showed in the way he kissed you back, teasing you as he pretended to stir the sauce.
After dinner, you found yourselves sitting on the floor, playing a few rounds of Mancala, each of you laughing as you tried to out-strategize the other. But eventually, the pull of the hot tub outside became too tempting to resist.
You changed into your new swimsuit and waited outside, the night air cool against your skin but the anticipation of the hot waterâand of Spencerâkeeping you warm. When he finally stepped outside, you couldnât help the giggle that escaped your lips.
There he was, standing in the doorway in blue banana-print swim trunks, his lanky frame looking more adorable than you could have imagined. You felt a rush of excitement at seeing him like this, so much of him exposed, his vulnerability on full display in the cutest way possible.
âDonât laugh,â Spencer whined, clearly embarrassed, his cheeks flushing pink.
âSpence, theyâre cute!â you reassured him, still grinning as you tried to hold back more laughter. You walked over and tugged lightly at the waistband of his trunks, giving him a playful smile. âI love them.â
He looked at you, his shyness melting away under your warmth, and after a moment, he finally smiled. âYouâre just saying that.â
âNo, I mean it,â you said, stepping closer, your hands resting on his chest. âTheyâre very you.â
Spencer rolled his eyes but his smile remained, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before taking your hand and leading you toward the hot tub. The playful teasing was replaced by a quiet excitement, the warmth of the tub waiting for you both.
You and Spencer settled into the hot tub, the warmth of the water enveloping both of you as you leaned back, the night sky above dotted with stars. The steam curled around your bodies, making everything feel soft and dreamlike. You let out a contented sigh, closing your eyes for a moment.
âThis is perfect,â you murmured, glancing over at Spencer, who was sitting stiffly on the opposite side, his hands gripping the edge of the tub.
âItâs⌠nice,â he replied, though his face was scrunched up in thought, like something was bothering him.
You raised an eyebrow at him, amused by his hesitance. âYou okay, Spence?â
He hesitated for a moment, then blurted, âDo you know how many germs are in a hot tub?â
You burst out laughing, completely caught off guard. âWhat? No! Spencer, donât ruin this for me!â you teased, splashing a little water in his direction.
âIâm serious!â he insisted, his voice rising slightly as he adjusted his glasses, which were already fogging up from the steam. âHot tubs are like⌠breeding grounds for bacteria. The warm water creates the perfect environment for microorganisms to thrive, and if the pH or chlorine levels arenât properly maintained, it can lead to a whole range of infectionsâskin, respiratory, you name it.â
You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief. âOnly you would bring up bacteria in a hot tub. Come on, relax for once!â
Spencerâs face was a mix of genuine concern and embarrassment as he continued, clearly unable to stop himself now that heâd gotten started. âNo, really, the CDC recommends monitoring hot tub water regularly becauseâ"
You cut him off by playfully splashing him again, this time a bit more, laughing as you watched him sputter, pushing his glasses up as they slid down his nose.
âOkay, okay, I get it!â you said between fits of giggles. âBut youâre in here now, so unless you want to hop out and start running tests, youâre just going to have to deal with it.â
Spencer looked at you for a moment, as if considering the possibility of actually running tests, but then he laughed softly, shaking his head. âYouâre impossible,â he muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice that made you smile.
âLook, the hot tub may be full of germs, but at least Iâm not,â you teased, leaning a little closer to him. âSo how about you just focus on me instead of all the invisible bacteria?â
He blinked, his eyes darting between yours and the water for a moment before he finally let out a breath and relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips. âYou make a good argument,â he admitted.
âSee?â you said, inching even closer to him, your shoulders almost touching. âNow, doesnât this feel better than worrying about germs?â
Spencer chuckled, his arm sliding across the back of the tub as he allowed himself to relax a bit more. âYeah,â he admitted softly. âMuch better.â
The playful conversation in the hot tub eventually faded into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft bubbling of the water. You noticed Spencer had gone quiet, and when you glanced over at him, you realized why. His eyes kept darting down to your chest, unable to hide his fascination.
You tried to hold back a giggle but couldnât. âSpence⌠my eyes are up here,â you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
He immediately flushed red, looking away in embarrassment. âI-Iâm sorry! Itâs just⌠I didnât know thatâŚâ He trailed off, unsure how to finish his sentence without digging himself deeper into the hole of awkwardness he had created.
âDidnât know what?â you asked, amused by how flustered he was becoming. âThat they could float?â
Spencer hesitated before nodding, clearly mortified. âWell⌠yeah,â he admitted quietly. âI guess I didnât think about it before, but, uh, itâs interesting. Scientifically, I mean.â
You couldnât help but burst out laughing, causing Spencerâs blush to deepen even further. âOh, Spence, youâre adorable,â you said, still giggling. âTheyâre just balls of fat, you know?â
He blinked at you, his curiosity piqued now that youâd made it sound so simple. âI guess that makes sense,â he murmured, still staring despite his best efforts to focus on something else.
A playful, daring thought popped into your head then. You leaned in closer, biting your lip slightly before whispering, âYou know⌠if you want, you can touch them.â
Spencerâs eyes went wide, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. âW-What?â he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at you in disbelief, as if he wasnât sure whether heâd heard you correctly.
You smiled, your expression soft but teasing. âIâm serious,â you said, your voice gentle but laced with curiosity. âItâs okay if you want to. I mean⌠itâs not like I mind.â
For a moment, Spencer seemed frozen, his mind likely racing through a million thoughts all at once. You could see the internal battle on his faceâhis logical brain warring with his curiosity and the undeniable attraction between the two of you. Finally, he swallowed hard and nodded, still unsure but willing to trust you.
Slowly, almost cautiously, his hand reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they hovered near your chest. When his hand finally made contact, his touch was soft and hesitant, like he was afraid to hurt you. His wide eyes stayed fixed on you the entire time, clearly amazed by the experience but also checking to make sure you were okay with it.
âWow,â he breathed out, his voice barely audible, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your breast as if he were studying it in awe. You could see the genuine fascination on his face, his scientific curiosity mixing with something much more intimate.
You smiled softly at him, letting him take his time, feeling the weight of the moment between you two. This wasnât just a playful interaction anymoreâit had shifted into something more vulnerable, more personal. And in that moment, you both felt it.
"Spencer?" you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He looked up, his wide eyes meeting yours, his hands still gently fondling your breasts as if he were afraid to break the delicate moment between you. "Yeah?" he responded, his voice just as soft, the world around you both feeling smaller, quieter.
"Kiss me," you breathed out, the words slipping from your lips like a secret youâd been holding in, waiting for just the right moment to share.
For a second, Spencer just stared at you, his mind seemingly struggling to catch up with what you had said. Then, slowly, as if in a trance, he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips. His hands, still resting on your chest, slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as he closed the distance between you.
The kiss was soft, tender at first, like he was still testing the waters, but the heat between you was undeniable. His lips pressed against yours with more confidence as the moment deepened, his touch growing bolder. You could feel the tremble in his hands, the nervousness and excitement coursing through him, mirroring your own feelings.
You leaned into him, your arms sliding around his neck as the kiss deepened. The steam from the hot tub swirled around you both, but the warmth between you was far more intense than the water. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other.
"SpenceâŚ" you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of affection and awe. You could feel the shift between you two, the unspoken understanding that this moment had changed everything.
He smiled shyly, his hands still resting gently on your skin. "That⌠was amazing," he whispered back, his voice filled with wonder, as if he couldnât quite believe what had just happened.
You grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, a silent promise of more to come.
That night, under the soft glow of the moon and the warmth of the water still clinging to your skin, you and Spencer shared something deeper than either of you had anticipated. What started as tender kisses turned into a night of exploration, vulnerability, and intimacy. You took each otherâs virginity, not in a rushed or hurried way, but slowly, carefully, cherishing each touch, each whispered word of affection.
It wasnât just physical; it felt like you were sharing more than just your bodies. You both made quiet promises, unspoken at first, then whispered into the darknessâpromises of staying together, of not letting this be a fleeting summer memory. You could feel the weight of it, the significance of this moment between you two, and you knew Spencer felt it too.
By the time the night faded into dawn, you were no longer just friends. You had come to the lake house as two people testing the waters of something deeper, but you were leaving as partners, bound by the connection you had built together over these few days. It felt like the start of something real, something lasting. And in your heart, you knew it was.
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A year later, everything had fallen into place in ways you couldnât have imagined. You and Spencer were stronger than ever, navigating your lives together as you both pursued your dreams. Spencer was deep into his PhD program, doing incredible work that often left you in awe of just how brilliant he was. You, on the other hand, had officially taken ownership of the bookstore after Mr. Jannell, the original owner, retired, and though it was a huge responsibility, it felt like you were carving out a life you were proud of. At just 19, both of you were on paths that felt meaningful and fulfilling.
Spencer had taken you to meet his mom, Diana, and you two had bonded almost instantly. Diana adored you, and before long, the two of you were âthick as thieves,â as Spencer liked to put itâsometimes much to his own chagrin. Heâd always joke about how he couldnât keep up with the way you and his mother teamed up against him during conversations, but deep down, you knew how much it meant to him that you got along so well.
When it came time for you to introduce Spencer to your family, it was a bit more complex. Your mom and her girlfriend liked Spencer well enough, and while he was perfectly polite, the truth was, you didnât care much about their approval. The meeting you were really excited for was the one with your dad. He lived in Oregon, and though you had once planned to move there to be closer to him, meeting Spencer had changed your plans.
The trip to Oregon was everything you had hoped it would be. Your dad and Spencer hit it off immediately, bonding over literature, fine arts, sports statistics, and even chess. You could see the relief on Spencerâs face when he realized that your dad was a kind-hearted, free spiritâsomeone who truly understood and appreciated you. It meant the world to Spencer to have a father figure he could trust, and your dad made sure to let him know that he was always welcome to reach out, even giving him his personal number.
It was during that trip that both you and Spencer felt the confirmation that you were absolutely perfect for each other. The shared dreams, the easy companionship, the way your lives fit togetherâit all seemed to point to something greater.
So, when Spencer finished his PhD program at the age of 20, it felt like the most natural next step when he proposed. The way he looked at you, the ring in his hand, and the soft words he spoke made your heart swell. You had come so far together, and now, the future stretched out before you, full of possibilities you were ready to explore as partners for life.
"Oh my god, Spencer, yes!" you screamed, your heart racing with excitement. "Of course I'll marry you!"Â
And just like that, everything changed. You and Spencer were married, two best friends who had found each other in your small hometown and realized there was no one else in the world youâd rather spend your life with. It felt surreal at timesâhow lucky you were to have met and married someone who knew you better than anyone, someone who adored every part of you.
Spencer, for his part, was over the moon. He couldnât believe that heâd found the perfect woman who not only supported him but loved him in ways he never thought possible. You were his best friend, his confidant, and now, his wife. It was a dream come true, and there wasnât a day that passed where he didnât marvel at the life you were building together.
Diana was beyond thrilled for the two of you, offering nothing but love and encouragement. Your father had been equally supportive, loving Spencer like a son from the moment they met. As for your mom and her girlfriend, they had expressed concern about how young you both were, warning you about the challenges of getting married so early in life. But, as always, their warnings fell on deaf earsâyou had never really taken their advice to heart, especially when it came to matters of the heart.
You and Spencer knew, deep down, that what you had was real and lasting. You had both seen the future stretched out before you, and it was full of promiseâpromises you were ready to make good on, together.
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It wasnât until two years into your marriage that the cracks started to show, subtle at first but growing more obvious as time passed. Spencer had been on the lookout for new work, eager to challenge himself in ways his current job couldnât. So when the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI reached out to him, it felt like a signâan opportunity to use his big, brilliant mind in ways that could really make a difference. You couldnât have been more proud of him when he told you, beaming as he shared the news. Your heart swelled with pride.
But the excitement quickly turned into a complicated issue. You had worked so hard over the past few years, growing your business until you owned not just one but two popular storefronts. Both were thriving, and while you had employees, your presence was necessary almost daily to keep things running smoothly. There was always something that needed your attention, always a fire to put out. The idea of uprooting everything and moving to Virginia for Spencerâs new role felt impossibleâlaughable even.
The moment Spencer saw how you reacted, the light in his eyes dimmed. He didnât argue, didnât push the idea. Instead, he swallowed his feelings and forced a smile, telling you that it was okay, that he didnât need to move, that his job at Caltech was enough. He could stay. How could he tell the love of his life that he did want more? That he wanted to move, grow, and do something that felt more important than the work he was doing here?
So, he stayed silent. He resolved to push the opportunity aside and stay in California, continuing his work in the engineering department. But you noticed. Over the next few months, Spencer changed. He wasnât the same bright-eyed, enthusiastic man who used to come home excited to tell you about his day. Instead, he was coming home fatigued, emotionally drained, going to bed earlier than usual and struggling to get up in the mornings. There was a heaviness about him, a weariness that worried you more with each passing day.
You could see the signs, but you didnât know what was causing them. Your heart ached with the thought that Spencer might be struggling with something deeper, something like depression. You didnât know how to help him, and that uncertainty weighed on you both.
âHey, baby,â you greeted softly as Spencer walked through the door. He dropped his bag and jacket in the hall closet before slumping onto the couch next to you, immediately curling into your side, his head finding its usual spot against your chest.
âHi,â he mumbled, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into you, seeking comfort.
You instinctively began stroking his hair, knowing it always soothed him. âHow was your day?â you asked, trying to keep your tone light, even though you could already sense that something was wrong.
âBoring,â he muttered. âLong.â
You hummed softly, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. âI was thinking,â you began hesitantly, âmaybe this weekend we could go visit your mom?â
Spencerâs head lifted slightly, his eyes suddenly alert with concern. âWhy? Is she okay?â
You quickly shook your head, reaching for his hands. âYes, love, sheâs fine,â you assured him. âItâs just⌠I can tell youâve been feeling down recently, and I thought seeing your mom might help. Maybe it would lift your spirits.â
Spencer huffed a breath through his nose, his gaze shifting to the side as he pulled away slightly. âIt wonât.â
Your concern deepened, and you searched his face, wondering what was really going on. âWhat do you mean?â you asked softly, your voice laced with worry.
Spencer sighed heavily, the weight of whatever he had been holding back finally too much to bear. âI got fired today,â he admitted, his voice flat, like he was trying to keep the emotion out of it.
Your heart dropped. âWhat? Baby, why?â you asked, your tone frantic, already running through every possible reason in your mind.
âI told my boss about the offer from the FBI,â he explained, his hands fidgeting as he spoke. âThey said if they fired me, then I could collect unemployment until I start my new job and I would get a severance package.â
Your heart stopped. The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. â...Start your new job?â you repeated slowly, barely able to get the words out.
Spencer nodded, his gaze still averted. âI accepted the job in Virginia,â he said, his voice quiet, almost as if he were afraid to say it out loud.
âWithout telling me? Or asking me?â Your voice trembled slightly as you tried to keep your emotions in check.
Spencer, exhausted and clearly fed up, scoffed, âI didnât think I needed your permission.â
His tone carried a sharpness that stung, a sass that only came out when he was truly drained. It wasnât like him to be dismissive, but this felt different. You took a breath, trying to steady yourself.
âNo, you donât,â you said flatly, your voice colder than you intended. âBut I am your wife, and Iâm pretty sure that decision is going to impact us both. I would have liked to have a say.â
Spencer let out a frustrated breath, his posture stiffening. âSo you could say no again?â he snapped, his exhaustion now seeping into anger.
You stared at him, bewildered. âWhen did I ever say no?â you asked, your voice rising with disbelief.
âWhen I brought it up the first time, you laughed!â Spencer shot back, his voice louder now, frustration overtaking the sadness that had been weighing him down. âYou didnât take me seriously.â
Your heart raced, and you could feel the tension building. Fighting like this wasnât something you were used to, especially with him. You hated this feeling of everything slipping through your fingers. âBaby, I didnât know you were seriously considering it. You never brought it up again.â
âI didnât want you to tell me we couldnât make it work,â he said, his voice cracking with sadness now. The frustration in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a deep hurt that made your chest ache.Â
You stared at him, the weight of his words settling in. This wasnât just a fight about a job. It was about moreâabout unspoken fears, miscommunication, and the silent distance that had crept in between the two of you. You had both been living in your own worlds, not realizing how far apart you were drifting.
The silence between you was heavy, and for the first time, the possibility that maybeâjust maybeâyou were heading in different directions hung in the air.
âI didnât say we couldnât make it work,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, your own sadness mixing with the confusion. âBut you made the decision without me⌠and thatâs what hurts.â
Spencer looked at you, his eyes softening, but there was something thereâan understanding, maybeâthat this was bigger than either of you had anticipated. He hadnât thought youâd react like this. You hadnât expected him to push forward without you.
And in that moment, the future you both had built together seemed fragile, hanging in the balance of a choice neither of you had prepared for.
âWhat are you saying?â Spencer asked carefully, his voice softening, though there was still a thread of hope lingering in his words. âWe can make it work? Youâll move with me?â
You hesitated, the weight of his question sinking in. You had both avoided the depth of this conversation for so long, but now it was staring you in the face. âSpencer⌠I have my stores,â you began, trying to make him understand the complexity of the situation, the commitment you had to your work.
âCanât you sell them? Or⌠run them from Virginia?â he suggested, his tone almost casual, as if the solution were that simple.
You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. âItâs not that easy, Spence,â you replied, your voice tight with frustration. âIf something goes wrong, I need to be there. I need to be in person to fix it. Itâs my business. I canât just run it from across the country.â
Spencer ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. âI just⌠my work is important too. Donât you see that? Iâm talking about saving lives, helping people in ways that can make a real difference.â
You felt the sting of his words, the implication behind them cutting deeper than you expected. âWhat are you saying, Spencer?â you asked, your voice trembling slightly, a mixture of disbelief and hurt. âThat what I do doesnât matter?â
Spencer shook his head quickly. âNo, thatâs not what I meantââ
âBut thatâs exactly what it sounds like,â you interrupted, your voice louder now, the hurt rising to the surface. âYou think because Iâm not saving lives, because Iâm not doing what youâre doing, that itâs less important? These stores⌠they mean everything to me. Just because itâs not life or death doesnât mean itâs not important.â
âI guess I thought I meant everything to you,â Spencer whispered, tears spilling down his cheeks, his voice trembling with heartbreak.
Your own tears began to fall, your chest tightening as you watched the love of your life in such pain. âI thought so too,â you replied, your voice cracking. âBut⌠would you leave everything behind and move across the country for me?â It was a question that hung heavy between you, one that neither of you had ever truly confronted before.
Spencer stared at you, his eyes red and glassy. âWhat is this?â he asked, his voice shaky. âAre we⌠are we breaking up?â
Your heart shattered at the thought, and you sobbed softly. âI donât⌠I donât know, Spence. But if youâre moving, I donât see how we can make this work.â The weight of that reality crushed you both, the finality of it sinking in.
âYou wonât even think about coming with me?â Spencer asked, his voice laced with desperation. He wanted to believe there was a chance, a way to bridge the gap.
You shook your head slowly, wiping at your tear-streaked face. âNot right now, not when Iâm just getting started. I canât walk away from it.â
Spencer stood then, his movements sharp, final. âWell, Iâm just getting started too,â he said, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back his emotions. âMaybe⌠maybe we were too young.â
You looked up at him, crying harder now. âYou donât mean that,â you choked out, shaking your head. The idea that he could regret the life youâd built together was too much to bear.
But Spencer looked down at you, his face full of sadness and regret. âI think I do,â he said softly, the words hanging between you like a dark cloud. âWhat were we thinking? We didnât know what we were going to do with our lives. We should have waited, or⌠or talked about the future more.â
His words cut deep, each one a painful reminder of how far apart you had grown. The love was still there, strong and undeniable, but the reality of your different paths, your conflicting dreams, was threatening to tear you apart. And neither of you had any idea how to stop it.
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At the airport, you walked Spencer as far as security would allow, neither of you ready to let go just yet. The reality of the moment weighed heavily on both of you, and as you pulled him into a tight hug, the tears flowed freely, unbidden.
âSpencer,â you whispered as you pulled back slightly, holding his face in your hands so you could look into his eyes. âI am so proud of you. Youâre an amazing, wonderful, brilliant person, and youâre going to do great things. Please, donât be a stranger.â
Spencer smiled through his tears, his expression soft but filled with pain. âThank you, Y/N. That means so much coming from you. I know youâre going to do great things too. Keep me updatedâI still want to be involved in your life.â
You nodded, your heart breaking as you tried to smile through the sadness. âI love you so much, Spence.â
âI love you too, Y/N,â he replied, his voice thick with emotion. âMore than I can handle.â
The two of you stood there, holding each other, neither wanting to let go. It felt like an eternity and no time at all before the final call for his flight came over the loudspeaker. Reluctantly, Spencer pulled away, wiping his eyes as he looked at you one last time.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
You stood there for a moment, watching him disappear through security, the reality of it all hitting you like a wave. Alone, 22 years old, divorced, and still in your hometown, the life youâd imagined for the two of you now felt like a distant dream.
To be continuedâŚ
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