#I'm just ready for the semester to be over

[lowultima]

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“Shut the fuck up, they're gonna hear us.”

“Well if you keep fucking talking- yeah, they are.”

Ellie felt herself being pulled along by the cuff of her jacket, and she tugged her wrist away slightly. “And stop touching me, Anderson.”

“Not my fault youre blind, williams” Abby muttered, stepping further and further into the trees. Ellie didn't know what time it was, but she could guess around three AM based on how long their friend group had been drinking.

An early September camping trip wasn't exactly what Ellie had in mind for fall break. She had wanted to bank up all the rest she could get before powering through the rest of her six classes this semester.

It was gonna be the best chance she had of getting her bachelors next spring by overloading her requirements…

But, Dina and Jesse had convinced her to come out to Olympia with ‘a few more people’ as they put it- and camp out for the week. Smoke some weed, drink- and eat whatever half-priced shit they could pack into their coolers- fuck around, have fun.

Ellie would have been able to survive it, at least partially enjoy the nature and pray her back will recover from sleeping in whatever Dina brought for her to sleep in, find at least a little relaxation in the situation.

That was, until the car pulled up to the trailhead- and there stood Abby Anderson with a legitimate backpackers bag, rolled up sleeping bag on top and all- standing with her arms crossed and ready for the five mile hike to their camping spot.

The thing is, they don't even hate each other. Quite the opposite, actually.

The amount of times they've ended up in each others’ beds was quite frankly attrocious for two people who ‘just wanna hook up’.

Each time, they say ‘never again.’ and wash their hands of each other until abbys pressing Ellie against her bedroom door, or Ellie is bending Abby over the sink in the bathroom of whatever frat party their friends dragged them to..

Their friend group was impeccably intertwined, and that wasn't stopping any time soon. they actually manage to get along, despite their bickering- even finding humor in each other at times.

It was more of…a feelings issue.

One that neither of them have enough balls to bring up. They're both horribly non-communicable-but only with each other. Its like all of their emotional maturity flies out the window when the question of ‘what are we?’ Comes up- though, who actually asks the question?

No one, which was kind of the point.

The tension was seeded the moment they started on that hike, leaving their cars at the trailhead and carrying everything they needed, all six of them basically shuffling- slowest in the front, fastest in the back. The two of them had been placed at opposite ends of the line, but everytime Ellie looked back to talk to Dina- the two caught each others eyes- and quickly looked away.

Setting up tents was also not anywhere near ellies expertise.

“Fuckin, poles arent- UGH!” ellie threw her metal tent poles on the ground. “Ellie stop whining- ill help you once I'm finished setting up our tent.” Dina called over as she adjusted her own metal tent poles from inside her tarp.

Abby walked up after completing her own. “Dont worry, I got it.” she said, kneeling down- and waving Ellie over. “If it falls apart, you gotta put it back together yourself.” she muttered. “See, they're labeled. A goes into B, B goes into C, and then when they make a triangle you connect D, E, and F…” she muttered, pulling the canvas over the poles. “Like…that.” she finished- turning to Ellie, who had come to kneel beside her. “you got it?” she asked, flipping her braid to her other shoulder. Ellie nodded, looking away as the sun basically radiated around her dirty blond hair.

“Uh yeah, thanks..” Ellie muttered, taking out her sleeping bag.

Don't even get Ellie started on when Abby started chopping wood for the fire. As everyone built up some rocks for a fire pit- Ellie dragged over a large stone to give at least some type of contribution, just in time to see abbys’ axe fly down to a tree stump and split a log in half- and she hated herself for how much it turned her on.

“This is so fucking stupid..” she muttered to herself as she went back to find another rock- only for her to continuously make eye contact with the woman as her arms swung down the heavy metal, muscles flexing under her pale skin- sweaty in the sunlight..

Abby wasnt spared from the torture either

smoking some pot at four pm to enjoy the afternoon with the group by the river seemed to be a relaxing pass time- while Abby typically enjoyed beer more, she wasn't afraid of watching Ellie use that expert tongue to finish off a blunt and hand it over.

Ellie had much more.. Urban talents, ones that not many respected- but Abby took a great deal in noticing. To her own suffering, Abby would watch Ellie dive into the rivers’ swimming hole in her sports’ bra and boxers- eyes trailing ellies ass from the water as she bent down to collect rocks to make info pendants later when they got home.

Abby felt like she’d witnessed some sort of gift as water rolled down ellies’ tattooed forearm, long- slender fingers flicking a flat rock to skip across the water.

Going on a hike, she watched Ellie stop on the trail multiple times to sketch plants, frogs, the occasional bird- but she also knew in that sketchbook were more than just drawings of nature, some that involved her body in poses only Ellie will ever see..

But the straw that broke the camels back?

Abby left for ten minutes to piss out in the woods. Ten minutes. If she had been at the fire, she would have stopped manny from placing a bunch of river rocks from the water into the blaze. “My boots are wet man, I saw this on life below zero once- you put hot rocks in your boots and they dry your boots out.” he chuckled. “Well hey, look at you Mr. Outdoors man..” Ellie chuckled as they sat around, drinking beer and laughing.

The logic was sound, except for the very important detail that the rocks are supposed to be from dry ground, because if they aren't when you put them in the fire, well..

Abby walked back from using the bathroom- rubbing hand sanitizer into her palms as she sat back down in her camping chair (coincidentally besides Ellie), taking a long sip of her beer as she began to talk with the others.

When she heard a high pitched squeal from the fire- she raised en eyebrow “who put wet wood on the fire? We have dry timber right here.”

“We haven't added any wood..” Nora said.

“Must be the rocks heating up, dry boots- here I come.” manny chuckled, kicking back in his camping hair.

“Wait- you didn't get the rocks from the river did you?”

“Yeah why-”

A loud pop sounded out as the river rocks began to explode. “GET DOWN!” Abby yelled as shards of hot rock flew- the stones popping and exploding one after the other.

“Agh! Fuck!” ellie yelled as a shard hit her arm, and Abby pushed her back out of her chair and down to the ground, laying on top of her as the group shielded themselves from the exploding rocks.

When the popping subsided, Abby lifted herself up “everyone okay??”, and then looked down at Ellie. “You okay? hold on- lemme see.” she said, taking her arm. “Shit- its just a burn Abs, I'm good- your back ok?” she asked, turning Abby slightly by her waist. “Yeah- just got my jacket a couple of times.” Abby muttered, fingers grazing the burn. “Put some hand sanitizer on it.” she said, the two looking into each others eyes “uh-yeah- got it.” Ellie muttered, before Abby was off tearing manny a new one.

“Manny! The fuck were you thinking?!?” Abby yelled, looking back as Ellie took the remaining rocks out of the fire and kicking the shards away, brushing her hair back in the firelight.

They made eye contact.

…fuck.

…

So, here they were, walking out into the middle of the woods, far; far away from their friends because ‘neither of them could sleep’.

They walked in (near) silence, well, as much silence as you can get when you're with Ellie. “Where the hell are you taking us anyway? You better not get us lost.” Ellie muttered under her breath as they walked out. “I think I'm the last person that would get either of us lost- els.” Abby said, turning around at the edge of a clearing.

“Seriously… is your arm okay?” she asked, taking ellies appendage again- and Ellie let out a huff of a laugh. “Its just a burn, it'll scar up in a week..” she muttered, but abbys expression didn't change.

Abbys fingers trailed down ellies forearm, and Ellies voice softened “Abs..im good..” she said, feeling her fingers caress abbys in the dark, the only lamination being the bright moon above the clearing.

“Cant leave my friends alone for five minutes.” Abby joked softly, and Ellie chuckled. “Its manny, what are y’ gonna do?” “fair point...” Abby said, before their voices went quiet again..

Abby felt the familiar pull of ellies fingers hooked on her belt loops- pulling her in- and ellies breath hitched as abbys large palm smoothed against her cheek, holding her face as the two stumbled back against a pine..

“Fuck Els..”

Ellies lips were always chapped against Abbys’. She might have been the more outdoorsy, sportsy one- but Ellie would always be more rugged looking. Abby had a clean, almost minimalistic look, it was just her...

But Ellie was messy, disheveled- in a way that made Abby wanna dig into her and see how much of a mess Ellie could make out of her.

Abby gripped ellies’ waist as her lips pressed over and over against hers, passionate and wanting.

“Missed you..” Abby muttered against her lips, before pulling at ellies’ bottom lip.

Ellies lips curled upward, almost as if the dark could hide her expression “you're so cute Abs..” Ellie said teasingly, before her lips were caught in a hot kiss- abbys tongue intruding ellies lips.

“Mhn-” ellie moaned softly as abbys tumbs stroked ellies’ v-line up and down; wanting to get a taste of everything she hadn't been able to have for a couple of days.

Their kisses were always messy, primal- needy. It was something Abby had to get used to, when they first started hooking up..but now- its all Abby wanted. That desire, the mess- the feeling of sucking on her tongue and hips on hips.

Abby suddenly felt herself behind turned, her back now against the pine tree as Ellies lips trailed down her jaw, sucking slightly into her pale skin. Abbys voice trailed out In a shaky sigh as ellie sucked a hickey behind her ear “asshole- they're gonna see that-”

“I know.” Ellie said, pushing that oh-so sensitive line from being hidden from the world- to exposing what they were for everyone to see. It was maddening, and they both towed it. Because it was risky enough- because it was fun.

Ellie pressed her knee in between Abbys legs, and Abby shuddered softly, holding Ellie tight to her body as her teeth grazed her pulse point. “Fuck…” Ellie grunted as she pulled away, looking into Abbys eyes in the moonlight. “I missed you too..”

Their hands silently explored their bodies- fingers carefully unbuttoning jeans and breaths nearly matched in the uninterrupted silence of the clearing. Water rushed in the river nearby, crickets chirped in the field- a cool September breeze made their heated bodies shiver.

Warm fingertips grazed hotter skin- ellies calloused fingers trailing up under Abbys tank top and sports bra. “Fuck…youre so warm…” Ellie muttered, pulling the fabric up and over Abbys torso, tossing her clothes to the side. Ellies kisses grew iron hot on abbys skin- the cool air brushing across abbys perking buds as her fingers buried themselves in the brunettes hair.

Ellie was drunk on the way abbys chest rose and fell with each kiss- her heels resting back on the ground now that she didn't have to reach for abbys’ neck. Her lips barely grazed her nipple- and abbys breath choked. “Ellie..” she breathed out- and ellies pupils blew.

Her lips and tongue rushed, sucking and nipping at abbys perky little tits with every push and pull of her knee In between abbys legs. Ellie swore she lost all sense of rational thought when she was held against Abbys chest- she wanted Abby to feel her. Wanted her chest to feel sensitive when she had to pretend this never happened tomorrow- wanted Abby to press her thighs together everytime the fabric shifted across her swollen skin.

Abbys head was tipped back against the tree, panting softly as she shamelessly ground back against her knee. “Fuckin hell-” Abby muttered, her head tipping back down- eyes finding ellies- staring at her. Watching, observing. She looked away- but Abby slapped her cheek lightly as her teeth pulled at her breast.

God..abby could stare at those green eyes all fucking night.

“Keep looking at me Ellie.” she stated, hand tightening in her hair. Ellies eyes fluttered as they rolled back, before looking right back at Abby again with a pathetic little whine. “Thats a good girl..” she muttered, pulling ellies head back and pressing her mouth to her other tit- watching Ellie scramble to give it just as much attention, lapping as sucking like she was hungry.

Abby let her left hand trail down, down her pearl Jam T-shirt and just under the hem- letting the pads of her fingers graze her happy trail. Lower and lower.. Ellies head pulled away from her chest. “Fuck…y’ gonna keep teasing me? thought we were past that baby..” Ellie smirked softly, before she let out a soft sigh as abbys fingers slid between her wet folds, index dragging over her cunt painstakingly slow.

“From how wet you are, feels like I've been teasing you a lot longer than I thought..” Abby muttered, and Ellie let out a huff of a laugh as Abbys other hand left her hair, and unbuttoned her jeans.

“Well..we’ll see who's fairing worse when my fingers are..inside your..” Ellie started, but her words tapered as Abby slowly kneeled in front of her

“U-uh Abs?” Ellie started nersously- watching as Abby slid down her jeans and boxers- meeting her eyes as the fabric dropped to her ankles- leaving her puffy clit bare. Ellie covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “Abs-Abby-” Ellie whispered, before she gasped, hand grasping into abbys scalp.

Abbys tongue licked a long, hot stripe up ellies wet pussy- hands holding the outside of her thighs to keep her steady.

Abby couldn't care less if Ellie messed up her braid- let her hair down- left impressions in her skull from gripping it so hard-

all she could think was Ellie Ellie Ellie.

Nose buried in her brown curls as her tongue dug deeper to taste that slick that drove her fucking mad. The smell of her sacarine sweat and pinesmoke and Ellie just flooded her senses- took her over- made her loose her own head.

Abby, always cool and collected and knowledgable and knowing what to do.

Abby, that always led- constantly leading.

Abby, the responsible one.

Abby, that always had to think too hard.

But then she was like this, and she didn't have to think at all. Ellie didn't need Abby to think- didn't need Abby to lead. Ellie just wanted Abby, pure- unadulterated Abby.

“Oh god-” Ellie whispered softly, hips bucking against her mouth- legs already threatening to buckle. Abby nearly smiled, letting her thumb caress her thigh to comfort her. Abbys tongue circled her clit, lips pursing and sucking deeply into her cute little button. Her hand slowly trailed up, collecting ellies’ dripping juices on her fingers, before slowly pressing inside of her.

“Oh fuck..your-fuck!” Ellies hole fluttered around abbys fingers- tightening around the digits as Abby slowly started to thrust them in and out, curling right where Ellie needed them.

Abbys hair started unraveling from its braid as Ellie pulled her hair harder- eyes screwed shut in that cute way Abby knows is displaying her trouble with keeping it together. Abby curled her fingers hard as she sucked her clit firm. Ellie was breathing deeply- nearly gasping.

“Abby-i-i can't-” Ellie whimpered- and Abby pulled away, kissing her pubic area. “You can. A little longer, els..” Abby whispered, before sucking deep into her clit to hear Ellie cry out. Abby was practically holding her up now- trying her best to lap her tongue over and over just the way she learned Ellie liked- feeling her grip in her hair tighten and loosen everytime Abby pulled her fingers out, only to thrust them back in again.

“Abby, I'm close- I'm so fucking close-” Ellie said, voice begging, her husky voice cracking slightly as Abby picked up the pace.

ellies’ head tipped up, the moon casting a shadow on her face as her eyes rolled back. “Oh-oh my god- fuck..fuck! Abby!”

She gasped out, knees buckling and falling against Abby, who was already on one knee to catch her and hold her close as Ellie came; fingers thrusting lazily inside her until her cunt stopped pulsing.

“Okay-thats it..you did good els, so fucking good..” Abby whispered, kissing her temple as Ellie came down in her arms. Ellie let out a shaky sigh, and Abby laughed- gentle and sweet as she realized Ellie was still holding onto her. She leaned back against the pine, holding Ellie against her chest.

Unbothered, badass Ellie Williams..

Sometimes, Abby looked at Ellie in her element- in other environments- around other people, and sometimes she’d be confused. She'd wonder how this person- who knew how to pack a bowl, play bass in a garage band, and punch a neonazi during a pride parade could also be the same person that was in her lap, right now.

Ellie, That begged (albeit terribly) for her to sit on her face, to be in damn tears when she got to ahead of herself and slapped Abbys cheek during a rough hookup (Even though Abby really did like it- but Ellie didn’t need to know that)-

The Ellie Williams that whispered the best compliments and praises that abby had ever heard in those small periods of silence after sex, the ones that truly made both of their hearts beat the loudest..

Ellie was just..so layered, so complicated, so chaotic and so fucking imperfectly perfect.

Abby watched as Ellie’s breathing calmed, before her eyes opened again- her raspy, flirty tone returning. “You look pretty with your hair down..” she muttered, fingers brushing through it.

Abby smiled softly, leaning into her palm unintentionally. “Thanks…” she said, her eyes slowly trailing up as Ellie kicked her loose jeans and boxers off- converse still on despite her naked bottom half.

When Ellie turned back, her eyes met Abbys- watching blue suddenly look away. “Abs..” Ellie whispered, waiting for Abby’s eyes to look into hers again.

“I…” Abby started, but her eyes finally found green again. The both of them looked into each others eyes..before Ellie leaned in, and pressed a slow- soft kiss to her lips..

When she pulled away, Abby suddenly gripped onto Ellie’s shirt- and pulled her back in…but..her kisses continued to be tender, unhurried…

Ellie cupped her face, thumbs smoothing over Abby’s flushed cheeks as they sighed- breathing deep, touches loving..

They both knew that once this was over, it’d start all over again. They knew there wasn’t really any great risk- any horrible end if they both came out with their feelings. But neither of them could admit it, neither of them could admit the cold hard truth that neither of them were sleeping-nor wanting- of anyone else.

All Abby could think about during those late nights in her bed was how Ellie was the only one that could fit the space..make those days and nights warm..

and All Ellie could picture was how nice it would be- to have mid-morning coffee, lazily dancing to R&B in what Ellie could imagine was their shared kitchen. Maybe one day, a little cabin in Montana or Colorado- maybe a life after college. Maybe…

Just, maybe…

They so desperately loved and longed for each other- but neither of them could take the jump, make the push-

Because what if push came to shove?

What if it didn’t work out?

What Abby destroyed something good for asking too much?

And what if Ellie wasn’t what abby wanted, what if she left? Left her alone?

she couldn’t be left alone again..

“Ellie..” Abby whispered, leaning forward to meet her lips when Ellie pulled away for merely a second, only for the two of them to fall back into the grass.

“Abby-oof!” Ellie sounded out as her back hit the ground, looking up at her.. the night stars, the moonlight against her blue eyes- that look on her face as her hair fell past her shoulders.

“Fuck..you’re beautiful…” Ellie whispered, letting the words float in silence- because she simply couldn’t let this one go. She couldn’t possibly not say it- knowing how absolutely breathtaking she was right now.

Ellie could only think that she could never have this woman, not truly..but she had her tonight- and she could live with it, she could live with it if Abby kept looking at her like that.

Like Abby was Ellie’s…and Ellie was Abby’s.

Ellie flipped Abby over, looking over her as her hair spilled out like a halo onto the grass. Abby could hardly speak- no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

“Can I..” Ellie asked softly, directing her eyes down to Abby’s hiking pants- and Abby nodded, watching as Ellie slowly tugged down her pants, biting her lip as she saw Abby’s sage green boy shorts.

“You..kept the ones I bought ya…”

“Yeah..they’re uh- soft.” Abby stated, glancing away - trying to pretend as if they weren’t her favorite pair.

Ellie smiled, not that usual cocky smile she always had though..it was soft, more genuinely happy.

Ellie slowly traced the bump in her panties- and abby shivered as Ellie’s other hand removed the pants over her hiking boots. She carefully spread her legs, fingers ghosting over the hem of that soft green fabric.

“Just- just take em off Ellie..” Abby whispered, her clit basically aching for stimulation. “You’re starting to sound desperate…I finally crack you?” Ellie asked, husky voice teasing. Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. “I think you’re forgetting who came first..” she said, and Ellie paused. “Damn..got me there.” She smiled, pulling down her panties and tossing them elsewhere.

Abby could swallow the tension between them, looking up at her. Abby always had such a neutral expression- almost an angry pout. Ellie used to call it her ‘resting bitch face’- which she very much so had- but she stopped using the term.

Ellie wasn’t always the most… socially aware person- but despite what people think, she has amazing attention to detail. When she notices Abby would simply look away instead of giving her usual quips right back, she looked away.

Ellie stopped using it immediately, and Abby could tell. Those gentle grazes past her- a firm but flighty grip on the hip was enough of a ‘sorry’ to make Abby smile. Because Ellie knew-Ellie always knew.

Ellie looked down, and slowly spread her legs a little firmer- her core aching as she looked down to her fully naked body..Ellie stripped off her Pearl Jam shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. “Take that off-“abby barely got out- and Ellie obeyed. Obeyed like a god damn dog..

…

So here they were, fully naked, out in the open- the cool wind blowing by as the two of them just looked between them. They shivered a little, Ellie letting out a shaky breath. Her clit was aching for her.

..Abby wasn’t much better.

She looked over Ellie’s body, eyes trailing over toned muscles- how her hands found place on her hips. Even Abby knew that Ellie was frozen like a deer in the headlights…and Abby truly wasn’t much better. She was soaked, cunt begging for some attention as Ellie’s was.

“Ellie…” Abby whispered, eyes glassy and lips swollen. It was like Ellie snapped right back to reality, and her eyes ran down her body, those pretty tits, toned abs- a little bit of fat on her stomach that Ellie could just drool over…and her large clit- literally pulsing.

She could stroke it with two fingers if she wanted..and she’s done it before- under a diner table after a heated argument about the way Ellie drove.

“It’s literally a switch, Williams- using a turn signal to go into a neighborhood is literally what the-the turn..the turn signal w-was meant..oh..sh-it..”Abby’s voice trembled off as Ellie stroked her clit slow and hard under the table.

“I use my turn signal..but there was so one coming at that moment…plus, I think incoming traffic isnt the main thing I’m focused on cumming right now..” she muttered, other hand carrying a fork of pancakes to Abby’s mouth.

Ellie bit her lip at the thought as her fingers slowly teased her clit. “Fuck- Ellie, please- I need…” abby whispered, large hands gripping into the fat of Ellie’s hips.. “want me against you abs..?” Ellie asked, to which abby nodded furiously. Abby never begged- but this tension, this need, this hold-off.

“If I don’t feel your fucking cunt against mine in five seconds I’m gonna pin you down and fuck you myself.” Abby grunted, to which Ellie threaded her legs over and under hers, and tipped her head forward- letting her saliva drip onto Abby’s waiting clit.

“Ellie-“

“Abby..” Ellie whispered gently, before sitting forward, and letting out a deep sigh as they pressed against each other, Abby bucking immediately into her wet warmth. “Hold on baby, lemme do this for you..” Ellie muttered, on hand on her hip, the other threading into Abby’s.

The roll of her hips was agonizing, the slick sounds of their combined bodies almost teasing in Ellie’s slow movements. Abby moaned out loudly for her- and Ellie’s eyes widdened, before she picked up the pace.

“Fuck you feel so damn good abs…” Ellie panted as their hips pulled back and rammed back into each other- panting hard, needing more. Abby gripped and moved Ellie’s hips with that stupid super-human strength that turned Ellie on so fucking much.

“You’re so wet..” Abby whispered- head tipping back against the grass. “Harder- harder.” Abby demanded breathily- feeling her clit graze Ellie’s entrance. “Fuck!” She choked- her eyes already welling with tears.

“I wanna be inside you so bad..” Abby whispered, nearly in tears as she bucked up- clit tribbing against Ellie’s with delicious friction. She haddnt even realized she said it, until Ellie moved her body upwards- and sat on her clit.

It was an awkward set up, but Abby practically lifted Ellie up with her hip thrusts- expertly practiced in the gym. “Holy shit-“ Ellie gasped, leg wrapping around hers as they continued to grind- Ellie found solace in Abby’s semi-smooth pubic area, rutting against it like a bitch in heat…cuz she kind of was.

“Fuck!” Abby groaned, her clit shallow in Ellie’s warm entrance, but the slight feeling of her cunt pulsing was taking her down mentally- pathetically rutting up into Ellie, grinding and fucking into her like she never would again.

“Fuck- you’re fucking perfect els- you’re fucking perfect-“ Abby gasped- and Ellie looked down at her expressions. “Come on abs, that’s fucking right- good fucking girl-“ Ellie grunted, feeling that familiar bloom in her stomach. “Fuck me like you mean it baby- fuck me- like- shit, oh-oh shit!” Ellie whispered.

Abby’s whines and moans grew louder with each passing second. Thank fuck they moved so far out. “Ellie..Ellie- I’m-“ Abby moaned, looking up at Ellie’s fucked out expression.

“Kiss me els, fucking kiss me-“ Abby didn’t have to wait a second, Ellie’s lips messily colliding with hers as their breathing quickened.

Abby held onto Ellie’s hand, fingernails gripping into her skin as her orgasm hit her- the blinding feeling of it making her back arch off the ground with a gutteral, almost primal moan as she squirted against Ellie’s body. An act that Ellie shamelessly got off to.

“That’s it, give it to me Abby- FUCK!” She screamed, cumming on her clit as she reached her peak, calling her name, and grinding on her a few more times as Abby’s wet release made their slowing grinds slicker.

Ellie rolled off of Abby, the both of them collapsing into the grass as their heavy pants practically echoed between them. Ellie looked up to the star-lit sky- and back to Abby…

Abby felt a touch against her pinky finger, Ellie’s finger beside hers. Touching…

Reaching out.

Abby clasped their hands together, and her head turned towards Ellie’s

The two silently looked between each other, almost searching for the answers on their faces- hoping they’d find it without the trouble and torture of words.

Ellie’s heart beat even faster, eyes hopeful- body and mind wanting.

Abbys other hand reached out as her body turned to her side, and she cupped Ellies’ cheek.

“No one…makes me feel the way you do…you know that, right?” She whispered, a seamless confession- towing on the line- the line they so horribly drew themselves.

Ellie leaned into it, and she let out a soft huff of a laugh as a tear gathered in the corner of her eye. “If only you’d let me..” she said..

horrifically vague as always.

[brown-little-robin]

my mom just reminded me that maybe I had a rough first week because I'm tired. of college. I've been doing college for over three years now and that's a lot. it made me feel better :')

[fandompain]

I don't know why I wasn't expecting Next Semester to make me emotional - it's Twenty One Pilots, they always make me emotional

[zemnarihah]

the thing is i'm so ready for this semester to be over buuuut i really don't want to go on summer break... maybe it would be nice if i didn't have to work but like. lol. basically i just hate the feeling of not really relaxing but not having a structured way to work on my actual goals and interests.

[pumpking64]

i hate what this last semester has done to me, to all of us really. i am sitting down and trying to do some research for my upcoming bachelor's project and i just... really don't want to anymore? like the entire uni thing is just, so unappealing right now it's actually making me want to cry, because i know i was excited about this in spring, i know i loved uni and the learning process and everything about it. if i hadn't loved it i'd think "ok fine this apparently isn't for me and that's okay" but that's not the case?! and it makes me so furious that the thing that has taken that joy (hopefully temporarily) away from me is just one horribly rotten semester paired with one horribly rotten exam held by one absolutely horrible supervisor :/

[pumakaji64]

okay SO, I think she's on board with the pup...... but she says I'll have to talk to my dad about it and I KNOW he's gonna be a LOT harder to convince ;~;

That and I also want to go back to college soon now that I feel like I'm in a more stable place and that's expensive too... and if I do that I'll have to take less shifts at work... a lot to think about

[crockpotbuddie]

three more weeks, just three more weeks...

[phantomrose96]

Thinking about Edward Elric as the Amestrian Military's specialest little unfireable boy

State alchemists can be fired for underperforming. We know this up front from the likes of Shou Tucker. And this makes a ton of sense from the homunculi's standpoint since the state alchemists are sacrifice candidates, and the homunculi would want to cull the weakest candidates and focus only on cultivating the strongest ones who stand the best chance of opening the portal.

........Then there's Edward. Who's already opened the portal.

There's no need to cultivate him. No gamble taken on whether he's good enough to open the portal. He passed the final test already. Graduated 4 semesters early.

And as such, has a free pass to do Absolute Fuck All.

And I'm imagining how funny this is from like an outside perspective.

Some newish state alchemist who'd only ever read up on the stories of Edward Elric, ready and excited to start their career of being paid handsomely with endless freedom to research and travel and do anything they want in the pursuit of science... surprised and confused to find themselves put on probation their first month for things like "ignoring orders." Which is, as best they had thought, a famous Edward Elric pastime.

Roy showing a slight bit of stress about his yearly state alchemist report, and Ed just snorting and rolling his eyes at Roy because every year HE just hastily does his on the train ride over (canon in the manga, a travesty it was left out of the anime) and it gets rubber stamped. Ed not realizing that other alchemists' reports get genuinely scrutinized and torn apart while Ed is free to turn in whatever absolute bullshit he thinks of 36 hours ahead of time. One year his report was about whether alchemy could be done via dance (conclusion: no it can't) and no one cared. Roy WANTS to tell Ed there's some kind of unknown favoritism around Ed making him literally bullet-proof but Roy has no way to phrase this that doesn't sound like he's just in denial and mad at how good Ed's train-reports are.

Guy from the Internal Amestrian Affairs sector who's responsible for auditing other internal military personel for any suspicious activity hitting about 1 million red flags for Edward Elric, issuing a STRONG and URGENT recommendation to suspend the alchemist pending further investigation into things like "literal bunk-buddies with two members of the Xingese royalty (enemy nation)" and "spent $10,000,000 of his stipend on a librarian to make her re-copy (what he seemed to interpret as?) military records in some extremely transparent effort to unearth state secrets (it was a recipe book but he was literally asking her about state secrets)" and "literally has never once obeyed an order, ever, not even once in his career, and is on public record having said 'I do not care about the goals and protections of the Amestrian Military. I am in fact only pursuing my own interests several of which are diametrically opposed to the safety and well-being of the governing body of Amestris'"

The issued recommendation is intercepted before it even reaches its intended desk. President Bradley himself has taken issue with it and denies it before a single set of eyes has seen it. The President's veto stamp is a terrifying hammer, used rarely, and it is now sitting on the auditor's desk.

The auditor sleeps with one eye open from then on out.

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we did the thing!

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: the semester is DONE i have roughly a month to completely brainrot over lew (and co.)

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yourinstagram we did the thing!🤵‍♂️💍👰‍♀️

a few weeks ago, i gained the privilege to say that i married my best friend. (guys!!! that's my husband in the fourth pic!! isn't he so dreamy 😍) surrounded by family and our closest friends, we shared our vows.

my publicity team told me to write a meaningful message about how i'm overjoyed and thrilled, and don't get me wrong, i AM but MY HUSBAND is currently cooking breakfast shirtless and he's distracting me so like...

brb,

Mrs. LJ Pullman

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anniehoax GIRL.....

florencepugh congrats again you two! 😂❤️ tell Lewis to take it easy on you 😂😂

l0vedstory ON MAIN??? ON YOUR MAIN ACCOUNT?!1??1!

dannyramirez Already preparing for future godfather duties! 😂🍼🍼

sunriseblvd a few weeks ago??? how long is their honeymoon??? a whole year????

yourinstagram yep sunriseblvd WHAT THE FUCK babieonboard YN???????? yourinstagram im just kidding

yoyogeraldine CONGRATS TO MY PARENTS I LOVE YOU GUYS!! 💘🎉🎉

ynmom Welcome to the family (forever and officially) Lew! ❤️

yourinstagram we love you momma! xx sentryybob "we" as in ... yn and lewis? MY HEART

ynsister ugh ure so cringe pls delete (i am SO ready to be an aunt ty ily)

yourinstagram 😜 (you would be the best aunt ever!! i love you too)

floydwso ITS SO OFFICIAL YN'S FAM AND FRIENDS ARE POSTING ABT THE WEDDING TOO

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ynsister so... they did it! they finally got married! (yn don't cancel me for this) ten years ago, i remember waking up at 2am because my sister wont stop calling me. i was half-dead/half-asleep from college but that would never stop me from picking up one of her calls. i REALLY thought there was an emergency.....

she's calling because she met a guy. "super cute. in a nerdy way you know i can't resist" IN VERBATIM BTW ... the way she gushed about him.. you would think they've known each other for 20 years (she literally just got home from the party they met at) imagine my surprise when they take YEARS to finally get together!! these jackasses!! THEY PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH THEY GOT ME SO STRESSED med school who???? (naturally, in the same call, she plays the song she's writing about him) anyway...

yn, you're the best sister anybody could ever have. you're the smartest, funniest, most annoying person in my life and i love you everyday. i'll really miss sharing the same last name with you.

to my older brother lew, i know that there's nobody in this world that can love her the way you do. please take care of her. she's my sister, and one of the people i love most in the world. you said it yourself, "happy wife, happy life"... have those fruit snacks ready at all times HAHAHAH here's to more memories! :)

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yourinstagram STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRY i love you so much, lil sis <33 see you soon

ynmom Are these the 'outtakes' of your maid of honor speech?

ynsister yes :(

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[plaguedarts]

THE DOODLVERSE!

So this is basically just a collection of my personal designs/headcanons for the digital circus main cast :]

+ More headcanon info under Read More & a little life update at the end!

Okay headcanon info dump lets go!!!

Pomni: The circus's newest and squeakiest jester. She's incredibly good with numbers because her special interest is math. She's been diagnosed with Autism since she was young, but pursued an ADHD diagnosis as an adult. (Headcanon based on @bluepandadraws-log's comics). She's pansexual but doesn't really like to tell people about it unless they're close. Her tail seems to move of its own accord, and Pomni has very little control of it.

Ragatha: A dolly that's a lot tougher than she looks, with a complex for taking care of everybody except herself. Ragatha has many unaddressed "issues" that make her see herself as damaged and too far gone to be saved. She's never sought a diagnosis or therapy for any of it while she was still in the real world, so she isn't even aware that she shows symptoms of OCD. (Headcanon based on ‪@fridgevespidae comics). She's adapted to life at the circus but is by no means comfortable in it. Jax and Ragatha dated in the early days, but Ragatha wasn't all that attached to the relationship. She cared about Jax and still cares about him, but she just didn't LOVE him. She still isn't really sure if she likes guys, but liking girls is something she isn't ready to address yet.

Jax: A rabbitoid who entertains himself by any means possible (usually involving cartoonish violence). Despite how jerky he can be, deep down he cares about everyone else in the circus, especially Ragatha in particular. He's still not over his feelings for her even after all this time, and he's not sure how to cope with them. He's not sure how to cope with most things really. He definitely projects his own insecurities onto people, and he's got a fear of being alone with his thoughts. Can't be with people, can't be alone.

Kinger: The eldest of the group, a king piece who's largely lost his mind. He walks around with a hunch, yet his character model is still the tallest! He has a pet caterpillar toy named "Bug," and it's always crawling around somewhere on him. He may not always be of sound mind, but he only means well.

Gangle: A sweetheart with a mask as fragile as her feelings. Gangle remembers the anime shows she grew up watching more than her own life. She knew very early on that she was different from most people, and thought she had herself mostly figured out until she started questioning her gender identity and sexuality, not to mention being diagnosed with autism as an adult. She likes the label "pansexual," but still doesn't have a solid answer on her gender. For now, they call themselves a "demigirl." Zooble and Gangle are greatly able to relate to each other's struggles, making their bond even stronger. Gangle also has full control over her ribbon tail, often using it as a second appendage.

Zooble: Our local amalgamation of parts that really really doesn't want to be here! Zooble has tried to make the best out of their new body, but can't still can't find something that just feels like THEM. Though certain parts like the fox tail and cat leg seem to put them a bit more at ease. Without Gangle, they might have already gone insane. She's the only one that Zooble truly trusts. (Zooble is also in love with Gangle but in complete denial over it).

Okay now for the life update!

Soooooo I've been gone for quite a bit, and some of you might be curious as to why. I'm still alive as I can be, rest assured. I was just busy focusing on college since this was my final semester leading up to my graduation! It sucked and it burnt me out but I MADE IT!!!

I'm taking these next couple weeks to be lazy, but now I can focus a lot more on my art and stuff!

If you read this far give me a "🐛" because bugs are cool

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── .한 수강 LUXURIOUS ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა han su-gang x female reader

warnings : smut, minors do not interact, 18+

YOU WEREN'T EXACTLY PROUD of the incident-it goes without saying that the last school was not ready for someone like you. The girl you sent to the ICU was obviously in a position to receive such treatment after months of food being thrown at your back, having your family brought into it, and almost cutting your hair while you were stretching on the gym floor in PE.

Therefore, you don't regret making the decision.

The school board does, obviously, and that is how you apply to transfer mid semester, loosening your hair down, get your attire just right, and paste on a fake sweet smile.

New school, new beginnings. Supposedly.

Except, nobody warned you that you would be walking straight into his class.

Han Su-gang.

The name could have been praised as the gospel throughout the school hallways. Not only was he feared, but he couldn't be touched. He had a sharp immaculate jawline, piercing stare as his hands folded in his pockets were he struts through a corridor like he owned the entire place. In some respects, he owned all of it.

Even teachers looked the other way when he opened his mouth and raised his voice. Students openly talked about him as though he were a legend. A monster. A king.

You weren't sure what you expected walking in that day, but the moment your eyes locked with his across the room, you could tell he was intrigued. His posture leaned back like he was already bored, but the way his gaze followed your every move screamed otherwise.

"I'm Y/n," you said sweetly, your lips upturned just enough to be polite, your eyes bright and warm. You had perfected it-innocent. Harmless. Forgettable.

The teacher nodded, assigned you to the empty desk near the windows... the empty desk next to his. Classes continued, but you could feel it-his eyes on you, Judging. Wondering if you were prey, threat, or entertainment.

Then came recess.

You were rifling through your bag, annoyed. "Where the hell..." you muttered under your breath. Your airpods were gone. You could have sworn you put them right back this morning.

"Looking for something?" a cool, lazy voice asked. You looked up only to see him, Han Su-gang himself, casually perched on the corner of the desk like he lived there.

"Airpods," you said simply, ruffling your hair in frustration, brushing it over one shoulder. His crew had surrounded your desk like vultures, two girls gossiping with each other, and five guys like bumbling guards. You weren't bothered, but you weren't stupid enough to ignore it.

He tilted his head. "They probably fell out. Or maybe someone took 'em."

You looked up at him, not buying the innocent act for a second.

"Why don't you come join us on the rooftop?" he said suddenly, the corner of his lips pulling up in smirk that could be view as charming. "I'll show you what this school is really about."

Flirting or taunting-you weren't sure. But he was hot, and he knew it. He was hot regardless, and he knew it. Just as you were about to respond, a voice from the doorway called, "Y/N, please come to the teacher's office! We need you to finalize your transfer papers."

You got to your feet, shook out your skirt, and gave Su-gang a polite smile. "Well, I guess I'll take a raincheck."

But before you could leave, he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, "I can't wait to see what you're like after hours, jagiya," he whispered just loud enough for his gang to hear, lips barely brushing your skin.

It wasn't dirty, but it felt dirty.

You blinked. A beat skipped in your chest-and then you walked out without another word.

Game on.

The rooftop air was heavy with vapor and smoke-the sun was down low, casting golden light over the buildings, as if it didn't know what kind of things went down on rooftops like this. You stepped outside, the thud of your shoes echoed on the concrete, the poppy breeze tugged at your shortened skirt.

There they were. Han Su-gang's crew.

They all leaned back like they didn't care in the world, casually taking puffs from their vapes, like it was a solemn tradition. The girls laughed and let sweet-smelling clouds exit their mouths. One of the guys was lounging on the ledge, feet dangling off, staring at the circling campus with half-opened eyes.

And right in the center of it all, like a throne had been carved out of concrete just for him-Han Su-gang. You raised an eyebrow as you walked up without a hint of nervousness. He didn't say anything at first, just grinned when he noticed you, walking his eye down your legs... pausing when he saw the edge of a tattoo peeking from your thigh.

The slightest smirk raised at the corner of his mouth.

So much for your "sweet girl" act.

"Didn't think you'd show up," he said, voice low and cool, exhaling smoke as he gestured to the empty seat next to him with a casual pat. "Come. Let's get acquainted."

His buddies whistled, sneering quietly with dumb smiles plastered on their faces like they were witnessing a performance. You took your time sitting down, raising your brows higher like it was boring. "You gonna tell me your name, or should I guess it from the gossip?"

"Han Su-gang," he replied, tapping the end of his vape absentmindedly against his palm before raising himself forward closer to you and adding, "You can try out my surname if you want. It fits you."

You huffed a laugh-more amused than flustered-but you had to admit that the way he said everything breezed through the air so easily you felt a curl of anxiety in your gut. The flirting was straight up real. He extended the vape toward you. You looked at the device and then shifted your gaze to him

"I don't just share this with anyone," he said, very smugly.

You took the vape anyway. "Consider me someone."

You took a drag and let it out slow; the room felt like the air slipped somewhere, but you made eye contact through the fog of mist and smoke. The air changed again, enough that he leaned into you now, only a breath away from your face.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Tough girl, huh? Shame your act's cracking already."

You feigned cluelessness. "What act?"

His hand slid across your thigh, featherlight over where the ink curved out from beneath your skirt. "This one."

Another whistle. This time, a boy had his phone up and was clearly taking a picture. You threw him a lazy glance. "Blackmail already?"

Su-gang smirked, still not taking his eyes off you. "They just want evidence I found someone fun."

You couldn't lie, he was attractive. And even if this was just some warped version of getting bullied, the look he gave you? Like he had already claimed you as his for his own?

Yeah, it made your heart beat a little faster. And judging by the way his eyes darkened when you smirked back at him?

He wasn't immune to you either.

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The teacher's warning faded away in your mind like just background noise, something dull and forgettable. "Stay away from Han Su-gang," she said, with a voice catching genuine concern as well as some degree of exhausted resignation.

But you had already taken a stroll down the halls with him, less than an hour later, while he tossed a bag over the shoulder of some poor kid he had probably convinced to become his personal mule, along with yours.

And you didn't say anything about it, didn't skip a beat, didn't even question it. You just walked next to Su-gang as if you had always walked side by side.

If she misread you as a "good girl," maybe that was on her.

Once your heels clicked out of reach, the whispers began immediately, almost rhythmically.

"That's the new girl?"

"Already in his crew?"

"I guess she's not as sweet as she looks."

And Su-gang- he knew where the stares were directed. He felt the envy. One glance from him, and the guys glancing over at you? Everyone could see their chances dwindle; it was over.

When you arrived at the club that night, the bass thumped through the walls like a second heart. The expensive lights rendered everything in cinematic slow motion.

Champagne foamed in crystal flutes. Cigarette smoke curled around lazy smiles and glossy lips.

You fit into it all like you were born for it.

That tight black dress you wore? Sin. Draped perfectly over your curves, hugging you in all the right ways. Every head turned when you walked past-girls whispering, guys staring like you weren't real.

You were sitting on the plush couch in the VIP area, giggling with the girls while holding a champagne glass. You let out that cute little giggle that you always do when you saw the box of fancy cigarettes sitting on the table. You remember expressing interest in them before, but everywhere you went, they had been sold out.

But here on the table, there they were.

Su-gang made sure of it.

You stood to reach for one of the cigarettes, and before your hand hit the box, he appeared from behind you, pulled you down out of nowhere into his lap, with his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Gasps and teasing whistles erupted from around the table.

"Yah, Su-gang-" one of the guys started to say before getting shot down from the look Su-gang gave him.

He didn't say anything to you at first, just tucked his chin near your neck, the heat of his breath ghosting over your skin as his hand splayed boldly across your stomach. Possessive. Like he already claimed you.

"Pass the cigarettes," he said, his tone lazy, yet decisive. One of the men in the group grabbed them and handed them to him, fumbling but trying to be quick.

He picked one out for you, and slipped it between your lips the way someone brushes hair from your eyes.

"Don't say I never treat you." He lit it for you, and watched you inhale, your eyes on his the whole time. And for a moment, the whole club disappeared-the music, the people, the flashing lights.

Just you in his lap, the luxury curling between your fingers, smoke on your breath, and power in your smile. You weren't in his world. You were his world.

Su-gang leaned in, his breath hot against Leo's ear. "Let's go somewhere more private," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, unable to resist the allure of the moment. He glanced back at the group of friends who were now fully engaged in their own conversations, the laughter and the music creating a wall of sound that seemed to swell around them.

With a gentle nudge, Su-gang led you out of the VIP lounge, his hand firm but not overpowering on the small of your back. The hallway was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the club, the dim lights casting elongated shadows on the walls.

The bathroom door loomed ahead, and as Su-gang pushed it open, the cool air hit your flushed cheeks like a slap. Su-gang locked the door behind you two, the finality of the click sending a thrill through your body.

With a sudden urgency, Su-gang felt the need to capture the moment, to seal the intensity of his desire before the world outside intruded. He stepped closer, the warmth of your body radiating through the thin fabric of your dress, and without a second thought, he pinned you against the cold, hard surface of the library door.

His eyes searched yours, a silent question, and in your gaze, he found the answer he craved.

Your lips met in a passionate dance, a fiery exchange of breath and sensation that sent shivers down both of your spines. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to erase the last sliver of space between you.

You felt the softness of his mouth, the rough bite of his teeth, the tender way his tongue explored yours. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and need, a silent declaration of feelings that had been smoldering for weeks.

Su-gang's thumbs hooked into the straps of your dress, and with surprising deftness, he tugged them down, exposing your bare shoulders to the cool air.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, the excitement building as you nodded when he asked for your consent, your eyes never leaving his. His hands continued their journey, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

The fabric fell down, and you felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration as his palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs grazing your sensitive nipples.

With a low growl, he bent his head to nuzzle against your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. The sensation sent bolts of electricity through your body, making you arch into him.

He took it as an invitation and began to kiss and bite you gently, leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. The sharpness of his teeth sent delicious shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, your breath hitching in your throat.

"Take off your clothes too," you urged him, your voice barely a whisper in the vast silence of the library.

He smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and stepped back. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. His muscles rippled in the dim light as the fabric parted, revealing his broad chest. He watched as you eyed him up and down, savoring the way your eyes devoured his body.

As you slipped out of your dress, you felt the coolness of the marble floor beneath your bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.

His gaze lingered on your lacy underwear, and before you could take another breath, his fingers were there, tracing the edges of your panties. He slipped his hand inside, his thumb finding your clit and beginning to circle it with maddening precision.

The sensation was exquisite, making you gasp and whine. Your knees grew weak, and you leaned back against the door for support, your eyes fluttering closed.

Su-gang took advantage of your momentary vulnerability, hoisting you up effortlessly and placing you on the countertop that ran along the far wall of the bathroom.

The coldness of the counter sent a shock through your system, but it only heightened the heat building between your legs. With a fierce growl, he ripped your panties off, tossing them aside like a forgotten piece of paper.

You felt a brief moment of exposure, but it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming need to have him inside you.

He stepped between your spread legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.

His erection sprang free, thick and demanding, and you bit on your lips in anticipation. He didn't waste any time and plunge two fingers into your wet pussy.

The sudden intrusion made you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand as he began to finger you with a fast, relentless pace.

The way his hand moved inside you was almost magical, curling and stroking in a way that no one else had ever managed to do. It was as if he could read your mind, giving you exactly what you needed without you having to ask for it.

The pressure built quickly, and you felt your orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

But just as you were about to reach the peak, Su-gang withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping for more.

He leaned in, his cock pressing against your thigh, and whispered in your ear, "I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

Before you could react, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock playing with your clit, teasing and taunting. It was agonizingly sweet, and you squirmed against the cold counter, desperate for relief.

With a final, almost torturous kiss, he plunged into you, filling you up in one smooth stroke. Your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red against his skin as you whispered his name, over and over again.

His hips moved with an animalistic rhythm, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. He was so deep inside you, it was as if he was touching your soul, the connection between your bodies palpable and intense.

Su-gang flipped your body to face the mirror, hand reached around to cup your face, turning it towards the bathroom mirror. Your eyes met in the reflection, the desire in them almost feral.

The sight of him behind you, his muscles flexing with each movement, was enough to make you whimper.

You could see the way his cock disappeared into your hole, the way your ass cheeks clapped against his pelvis with every thrust.

It was raw, it was real, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced.

With a growl, he thrusted into you even slower but rougher, making it feel as if every inch of him was leaving an indelible mark on your insides.

You moaned so loud that it was likely that even his friends, who had chosen this moment to place their ear by the bathroom, could hear. The sound of your pleasure bounced off the tiles, mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh.

"I'm gonna cum fuck!" you moaned, the words a desperate plea and declaration all at once. The intensity of your orgasm was building, a crescendo of sensation that had you panting and trembling.

"Can I cum inside?" Su-gang grunted, his voice strained with his own impending release. His eyes searched yours in the mirror, seeking confirmation, a silent question in the midst of the chaos.

You nodded vigorously, the anticipation making your pussy tighten around him.

"Yes," you managed to breathe, your voice a gasp that matched his rhythm. "Do it, cum inside me."

The words seemed to unleash something primal within him. His thrusts grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against your ass with a force that was both exhilarating and a bit painful.

Each smack sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you squirt around his cock and coating him in your juices. He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he drove into you.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Su-gang came inside you, filling you with his warm, thick cum. The feeling of him releasing was almost as intense as your own orgasm, and you felt your walls clench around him, milking every last drop.

Your legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he slowly pulled out, the last spurts of his seed painting your inner thighs.

For a moment, you let him sit you up on the counter, panting and trying to regain your composure. The cold wood of the counter was a stark contrast to the heat of your passion, and you shivered slightly.

Su-gang took notice, his expression softening as he carefully helped you sit up. He grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to clean you up. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were handling something precious.

When you were both dressed and ready to leave, your eyes fell on the shredded fabric of your panties lying on the floor. A small smile played on your lips, a silent reminder of the intensity that had just occurred. He noticed your gaze and smirked, bending down to pick them up.

Without a word, he crumpled the ruined fabric into a ball and tossed it into the trash can, his movements still filled with a restrained energy.

The air in the hallway felt heavier than it had minutes ago. You paused for a second, fingers fidgeting together as your eyes met his friend-Ji-won, maybe?

He didn't even try to mask the smug smirk pulling at his lips.

You were used to stares, to whispers, to attention. But this?

This wasn't just about your dress, or the way your heels clicked against the marble floor-this was about the obvious blooming bruises decorating your skin, like Su-gang had marked you on purpose.

Like he wanted everyone to know.

And judging by the way the boys avoided direct eye contact, shifting uncomfortably or biting back grins-they did know.

You cleared your throat and walked past them, your head held high, even if your cheeks burned. Su-gang wasn't far behind, his steps lazy and deliberate, like he owned every inch of the hallway.

"Hyung, you're insane," one of the younger boys muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

Su-gang just shrugged, cocky grin tugging at his mouth. "What? She didn't complain."

You shot him a look-part scandalized, part flustered, part can't-help-it smirk. And he looked entirely unbothered, like he wanted them to see.

Like he liked the way you were standing here, slightly dazed, slightly marked up, completely his.

"Let them talk," he said low enough for just you to hear, brushing his hand against the small of your back as he walked past.

"They'll learn soon enough that you're mine."

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 1 - welcome to kildare college

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

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here it was. the day you had been counting down too for the last 6 months.

you took a deep breath, and entered the room the resident assistant had told you was yours.

the room was already half-decorated. fairy lights strung along one side, polaroids pinned to a cork board, and an expensive looking tote bag tossed on the bed.

before you could even process it all, a blonde girl spun around from where she was unpacking, eyes lighting up. “oh my god! you must be y/n!”

before you could do more than nod, the girl was pulling you into a tight hug.

“i’m sarah cameron, your official roommate and new best friend” she said, grinning.

you laughed, already liking her energy. “nice to meet you sarah. i'm y/n."

“so, tell me everything. where are you from? do you have a boyfriend? what are you studying?" she asked.

you shook your head but smiled. “well, i'm from south carolina, i do have a boyfriend, and i'm studying education as i want to work with kids!"

sarah gasped dramatically. “a boyfriend? oooh, tell me everything. long distance? is he at KC? is he hot?”

you laughed, shaking your head. “yes, no, and… yes."

sarah smiled. “that's cute. and studying to be a teacher? even cuter. you're a little ray of sunshine."

"i get told that a lot." you smiled back.

she leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “okay, real talk. how do you feel about frat parties?”

you hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “uh, i mean… i’ve never really been to one.”

sarah’s jaw dropped. “never?”

you shrugged. “not really my scene, i guess.”

sarah gasped like you had just confessed to a crime. “okay, nope, we have to fix that. there’s a huge party at kappa tau tonight. it’s basically a ‘welcome back to chaos’ event. you have to come with me.”

you hesitated, nerves starting. “i don’t know-”

sarah gave you a squeeze. “come on, y/n. you don’t have to love it, but you can’t start the semester without at least going to one.” she nudged you playfully. “i promise i’ll be your personal bodyguard if the frat guys get annoying. plus i have a few friends who came here as well who you'll love.”

you sighed, already knowing you were probably going to cave. “fine. but if it’s terrible, you owe me coffee in the morning.”

sarah grinned. “deal.”

before you could respond, a loud ding! came from her phone. she glanced at the screen and groaned.

“what?” you asked.

“ugh. my brother,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “he’s already texting me about the party.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you have a brother here?”

sarah sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed. “unfortunately.”she continued. “year above. he’s a frat guy, the frat guy. throws wild parties, and thinks he’s god’s gift to campus.” she shot you a look. “so, if he or any of his little minions try to charm you tonight, run.”

you laughed. “duly noted.”

"good. he's a pain in the ass."

a/n: first and foremost, my baby @darlingstarkey deserves every ounce of credit here possible. she is my own ray of sunshine and i can't thank her enough for how much she helps me and lets me throw all my ideas at her. i love you my cherub

secondly, first chapter AHHH scary. hope u guys are ready for this one <3

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[strawberrysohn]

“quite an impression” | taste — jjk (pt 1)

series summary: your best friend (with benefits) has a new girlfriend...little does she know, you were and would always be there first.

what to expect for this part: fuckbuddy! jk, y/n is kind of a bad person (sorry), cheating, fingering, slight degradation (m receiving), doing it in a public restroom stall (ew!) you guys can also imagine 2018/2019 jungkook for this whole series tyvm!!

no word count...it's just a lot of words ok!!

enjoy!

"you're gonna wear that to meet my girlfriend?"

y/n turns around to greet her friend with a smile. "jungkookie, you told me to look nice," she pouts before doing a little twirl. "you don't think i look nice?"

jungkook shakes his head quickly. "no, no," he sticks his hands in his jeans pockets. "no, you look nice. so nice. it's just..." he purses his lips trying to find the words. "don't you think it's kinda..."

"revealing?"

jungkook nods sheepishly. "yeah," he looks down at the ground momentarily before he perks up again. "i mean, it shouldn't be too bad. we are going clubbing afterwards, right?"

y/n hums in response. "mhm, that's right," she looks at herself in the mirror again. she runs her hands over her curves, seeing the way the leathery fabric clings to her. the swooping neckline of her dress not leaving much to the imagination. "where did you say she works? waffle house or something?"

the male laughs, running a hand through his neatly brushed hair. "no, it's just a diner. you know the one...by jimin's old place?"

y/n stifles a laugh. "geez, really?" she recalls the old, dumpy looking diner on the corner a few streets down. "how much does she make, two dollars a week?" she looks through the mirror at her friend, who's no longer smiling.

"you don't have to make fun of her, you know," jungkook's voice was quieter. "you haven't even met her yet."

feeling "empathetic", y/n mimics his frown and approaches him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "oh, jungkookie..." she looks up at him with big, innocent eyes. "it was meant to be a joke. i'm sure seyeon is really nice."

"siyeon."

"hm?"

jungkook clears his throat. "her name is siyeon."

"what did i say?" y/n cocks her head to the side.

"seyeon," jungkook fiddles with his fingers, his hands ghosting over their familiar home of y/n's hips. "it's siyeon."

y/n forces a laugh. "oh, silly me!" she shakes her head at herself before looking back up at him. "my mistake, jungkook." she boops his nose teasingly before pulling away from him and grabbing her purse and phone. "all ready to go?"

jungkook stands still and stares at her for a little longer before blinking and nodding, turning towards the door. he opens it for y/n, trying his best not to watch her as she walked out.

"bye, minah!" y/n waves goodbye to her roommate, who barely acknowledges the two leaving. "i'll be back after midnight so leave the door unlocked, okay?"

jungkook opens the door again for her, sending a polite smile to minah, who rolls her eyes.

"i don't think your roommate likes me."

"it's not you yourself..." y/n trails off, her heels clacking on the pavement as they approached the diner. "she's just a stickler for morals, you know?"

"oh." jungkook gulps. "well, i don't know what she's upset about...it's not like we've fooled around recently. i'm with siyeon. i haven't cheated on her."

y/n smirks, but jungkook doesn't see it. "yeah, well, she probably assumes that you will," she shrugs. "i mean, she's plenty familiar with you."

"how? we haven't met?" jungkook tries to recall actually being introduced to his friend's roommate, but can't.

"i'm sure she knows your name from me moaning it nonstop last semester," y/n speaks, nonchalantly letting the words fall from her mouth. she looks up at jungkook with innocent eyes. "maybe that's it."

he gulps, his throat feeling dry. "y-yeah, sure," he calms himself down by force as they get to the diner where siyeon works.

he pulls open the door for y/n, who walks past him closely, "accidentally" rubbing herself against him on the way in.

jungkook leads y/n over to the counter, where an average height woman is wiping things down. she has dark brown hair, tied into a tight low ponytail. she looks up when jungkook approaches, her tired eyes lighting up just a little. "hey, babe," she smiles as he leans in for a quick peck. her eyes fall to y/n, giving her the once over, her eyes widening slightly at her outfit. "who is this?"

jungkook smiles and gestures to y/n. "siyeon, this is–"

"hi, i'm y/n!" she takes the chance to introduce herself. she holds out her hand for siyeon to shake. "i'm jungkook's best friend, i'm sure he's mentioned me."

"he has," siyeon replies, tentatively shaking y/n's hand. "it's, um, nice to meet you. i'm siyeon."

"so i hear," y/n stifles a small chuckle as she looks around the place. still as dumpy as she remembered. "so, you work here, huh?" there was a hint of a demeaning tone in her voice that she tried to mask as much as she could.

jungkook steps closer to the counter. closer to siyeon, who instinctively places a hand on his arm, almost possessively. y/n almost laughs again at that, the small gesture showing more insecurity than she bet siyeon wanted to show.

"siyeon, y/n and i are hanging out tonight," jungkook explains to his girlfriend. he glances back at y/n who continues to watch siyeon with a gleam in her eyes. jungkook continues, "we're going clubbing. it's tradition."

"tradition? what tradition?" siyeon looks at jungkook with big, confused eyes.

"it's the anniversary of when we became friends," jungkook replies quickly. so quickly that y/n can't help but giggle, earning a quick glance from siyeon. "we celebrate every year since sophomore year of high school."

siyeon nods, understanding. her boyfriend was just so kind and considerate. she knew she didn't have to worry about him. to be fair, it wasn't him she was worried about...

y/n checks the time on her phone. "jungkookie, we should get going," she flips her phone screen around so he can see the time, making sure that the photo of her and jungkook on her locks reen was visible to siyeon.

the photo was of the two of them from two summers ago on the beach. in the photo, y/n was hoisted up by jungkook, her legs wrapped around his waist. it was quite the precarious photo for a pair of friends, because from the outside, that's all they were.

jungkook nods. "yeah, the club should open soon," he leans in to kiss his girlfriend again, this time in a parting gesture. when he pulls away, siyeon pulls him back, kissing him deeply. it was clearly a message, yet y/n just watched, unfazed.

when siyeon breaks the kiss, she glances at y/n, who is checking her nails, unbothered. she looks up, impatient. "ready?" she glances at jungkook, who rubs the back of his neck nervously.

the male nods, smiling at y/n. "yep!" he glances at siyeon again. "bye, baby. see you tomorrow sometime."

y/n waves enthusiastically to siyeon. "bye, siyeon! it was lovely meeting you!" she gives the girl the once over again, her expression still polite, though if you looked long enough, you could see the hint of a smirk on her face as she looked at the other.

“yeah, nice meeting you,” siyeon replies to y/n. “you sure leave quite an impression.”

y/n grins at her words, then looks to jungkook as they head out. once again, he holds the door for her and she slides out past him. jungkook lets the door of the diner swing closed, the bell above the doorway dinging.

“the anniversary of when became friends?” y/n asks him, a hint of amusement evident in her tone. “quick thinking on your part, jungkookie.”

“forgive me for not wanting to tell my girlfriend that today is the anniversary of when we had sex for the first time,” jungkook retorts, waiting until they were far enough from the diner to walk closer to y/n, his hands in his pockets as he nudges her with his elbow. “feels hard to explain that, don’t you think?”

y/n shrugs. “i thought honesty was important in a relationship,” she teases. “but if you want to keep secrets from your partner, that’s your choice.”

jungkook rolls his eyes as the neon light marquee of the club comes into view. “you’re so annoying, y/n,” he smiles through his words. “you know that?”

“i’ve been told,” she shrugs, before laughing as she shakes her head. “god, did you see the way she got kinda possessive over you? that was so pathetic.”

“she has a right to be concerned about you, you know.”

“no duh.”

jungkook sighs. “y/n, let’s not do anything stupid tonight,” he speaks, his voice serious. y/n glances at him, an amused gleam in her eyes. “okay?”

“holy shit,” y/n looks at him in disbelief. she stifles a laugh. “you really like that girl, don’t you?” she teases, watching the small blush appear on his cheeks.

“this is my first actual girlfriend,” he explains. “i’d like to keep her, if you don’t mind.”

y/n nods in mock understanding. “yeah, sure,” she looks up at him one last time before facing forward again. "whatever you say..."

they get to the front doors, present the bouncer with their fake id's, and head inside the club.

the music pounds through the whole building, the floor shaking. y/n turns to jungkook immediately, tilting her head at him. "come on, jungkookie," she pouts. "dance with me?"

the male smiles and grabs y/n's hands, leading her towards the big mob of people. "i know you love this song," he watches as she starts to get into the music, really feeling herself.

"i know you love watching me dance," she speaks above the music. her eyes locked on his before she turns around, dancing against jungkook sensually.

he hisses as her ass rubs against him. "y/n, what did i say—" he's cut off as she turns around, placing a finger on his lips.

"shh, jungkookie..." she smirks up at him. "relax! have a little fun, yeah?" she drapes her arms over his shoulders again, this time his hands find her hips quickly.

"y/n, i can't tonight, okay?"

"can't what?"

jungkook grits his teeth. "can't have sex with you," he keeps his voice low, directly in her ear. "we can't do it."

she nods. "i know," she reminds him. "i didn't say we should. you're the one that keeps telling me."

jungkook's face hardens. he knew they shouldn't—no, couldn't. he had a girlfriend now. he vowed to be a loyal partner to siyeon. he knew that nothing could happen tonight between he and y/n—his best friend. it couldn't.

but he also knew that it very well could.

jungkook pushes y/n up against the door to the bathroom once they're both inside, his lips immediately crashing onto her neck. she can't hide the victorious smirk on her face.

"you really had to—" he sucks on her skin. "—flirt with that guy, huh?" jungkook pulls his lips away to stare her in the face, his eyes bouncing from her eyes to her lips. she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

"he flirted with me, jungkook," she explains. "what was i supposed to do? not take the compliment?"

"it's this outfit," jungkook's shaky hands find her hips again. "god, you look so hot." he practically groans as he buries his face in her neck again. he was breathing hard and heavy, his control finally having snapped.

she hums as one of her hands slides down to teasingly rub his growing hardness through his pants. he lets out a whispered sigh right in her ear, his possessive grip on her hips loosening. "y-y/n..."

he decides to return the favor, his hand slipping under the short skirt of her dress. he lifts his head to look at her, pupils big and eyebrows furrowed. shit, he already looked a mess. "n-no panties...?"

she shakes her head, biting her lip. "it's tradition," she smirks up at him, seeing the way his eyes roll back slightly. his internal (and external, at this point) struggle was so arousing to her.

"shit..." his fingers find her wet folds and he slides past them with his pointer finger. her hand continues to tease him through the denim fabric of his jeans, the friction making his vision a little blurry. without another thought, he enters one finger into her wetness, feeling her free hand grip his bicep tight.

"mm, jungkook," she moans his name softly, once again unable to hide the satisfied grin on her face. she had won, of course. to be honest, she didn't have to try hard. jungkook had been a ticking time bomb since he saw her dress earlier that evening. she grips his bicep as his finger fucks into her, shortly joined by a second.

the sound of her wetness, his soft groans, and her moans fill the luckily empty bathroom, the bass still booming through the heavy door. he pushes his middle and ring finger into her faster, the squelching sounds heightening in volume.

"jungkookie, ah—" she exclaims, her eyebrows furrowed at his movements. "mm, fuck, baby..." she whines as she digs her nails into his arm, something he'd probably have to cover up.

jungkook leans in to kiss her, her lips happily welcoming his. the kiss is messy quickly, both of their tongues fighting for dominance. y/n's wins as jungkook whines into the kiss, his free hand shaky against her hip. it really was so fun to watch him break.

y/n pulls away from the kiss, reaching down to pull his fingers out of her. he watches her with a puzzled expression. she lifts his slick covered fingers to her lips and sucks them dry, her eyes locked on his. she sees the way his eyelids flutter halfway closed and he has to fight to keep them open so he can keep watching her.

"w-why did you...?" is all he can muster as she pulls his fingers from her mouth.

"i'd rather cum around your cock."

jungkook feels his head start to spin. the power she held over him should be researched, truly. the magnetic pull towards her he felt whenever she appeared...it wasn't healthy. it wasn't good for his relationship with siyeon, and it definitely wasn't good for his health.

"you're unbelievable, y/n," he tells her and she shrugs. nothing she didn't already know. "i don't know how you do it...i don't care how i just..."

she knew what came next.

he looks down at her, his eyes with that usual desperate gleam in them. "i need you," he's pleading, pathetic and needy. how could she say no?

"mm, i bet you do," y/n smirks. she grabs the back of jungkook's neck, pulling him in for another kiss. he sighs happily against her lips before she pulls away. "want you inside me." she whispers against his lips and he whines like a hungry puppy.

she grabs his hand and pulls him into the nearest stall—not the handicap stall, they couldn't be so lucky.

as soon as the lock is on the door, jungkook toys with his jean buttons and zipper, fumbling a few times due to his rushing. he was already sweating. his shaky fingers finally get his pants undone, and he glances at y/n, who watches him, trying not to chuckle at his clearly frazzled and desperate state.

he grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him as he sits down on the toilet, y/n immediately straddling his hips. she hums at the position and reaches down to pull her dress up enough to where her core is exposed. she finds his open jeans and slips her hand in, pulling his aching length through his boxers and through the opening in his pants. god, he was so hard and leaking precum. his cock was desperate for her too.

clearly given up on his own morals by now, jungkook grips his length, watching as y/n lifts her hips up, aligning herself with his tip. she teases a little, sliding past his tip a few times, hearing him groan in distress.

"please, baby, no more teasing," jungkook nearly whines. "just let me—oh, shit..."

she had cut him off, of course, by finally sinking down on him, his cock instantly stretching her. her arms find his shoulders, draping her arms around them. "mm, there we go..." she hums as she sinks down further, his whole length inside her now.

"g-god, y/n, i—" jungkook's mouth goes dry as his hands find familiarity on her hips, gripping tightly this time. "you feel s' good..." he slurs his words, already drunk on her pussy.

"mm, yeah?" she teases verbally as she begins to ride him, her eyes locked on his. "you feel good too, baby..."

jungkook groans lowly, watching as she moves up and down on him. he couldn't tear his hooded gaze away from her face, the way her brows were furrowed in pleasure and her lips—her beautiful lips parted in a perfect 'o' shape.

he lets out a small yelp as y/n begins to bounce quickly on his cock, his grip on her grips tightening. "s-shit–"

she chuckles at his disheveled, desperate state. "hah, should've known you'd crack so quickly," she moves her hand to grip his chin. "always so weak in the knees for me, jungkookie...it's so pathetic."

jungkook whimpers at her change in demeanor, his big doe eyes wide as he stares up at her. his throat was dry, words failing him. his face heats up, the soft pink blush on his cheeks quite obvious.

"look at you...you're blushing," y/n pouts in faux sympathy. she hears the whimpers that follow every bounce on his cock, the sound music to her ears. "face it, you'll always come crawling back to me, huh? you can't help it, can you?"

jungkook gulps and shakes his head. "l-love being inside you..." he speaks, his hips bucking up slightly, thrusting up into her.

she moans at the feeling, smirking. "you wanna fuck up into me, jungkookie?" she raises a brow and he can't nod fast enough.

"w-wanna...so bad, y/n," he whines again and she chuckles at his desperation. he bucks hips up again, this time in a rhythm with her bounces.

the mix of her moans, his whines and groans, the skin slapping, and faint sound of music playing fills the bathroom. anyone else who might have walked in wouldn't have to guess what was happening in that stall.

"fuck, jungkookie," y/n moans his name, his cock hitting her spot perfectly with every thrust. her head lolls back for a moment, his grip on her hips tightening. "you feel so good inside me, baby..." she whispers the praise in her ear and he lets out a mix of a growl and a whine, his noises growing more needy by the minute.

"holy hell, y/n, i can't—" jungkook bites his lip as his thrusts grow more sloppy. "...can't hold for much longer..."

"cum for me, jungkookie," y/n speaks, her words mixing with a moan as her sounds heighten in pitch. "fucking fill up my pussy with your cum."

"i'm gonna—i'm—oh my god..." jungkook's eyelids flutter and he leans his head back, his load shooting into her, the milky substance filling her up. y/n's own release follows, her cum mixing with his as they both groan from the pleasure of their release.

as they both catch their breaths, y/n chuckles in success. she eyes jungkook, the way his neatly combed hair had since stuck to his sweat covered forehead. the way he looked completely spent, his chest rising and falling. she looks between them, the mixed cum that leaked out of her pussy to pool around the base of his cock.

she leans in to whisper in his ear, her voice low, sending a shiver through his body. "happy anniversary, jungkookie."

jungkook blinks, looking down at the mess, the up at y/n, who eyes him with a knowing smirk. he takes a deep breath, leaning his head back as he regains his train of thought. one word can sum up how he feels.

"fuck."

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[mountainsandmayhem]

BDSMaid - Chapter 1

Masterlist || AO3

Pairing: Millionaire Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: 18+ Chapter Summary: To save money for law school, you accept a job at Maid Discretely; a high end, anonymous cleaning service. You aren’t supposed to know whose home you’re cleaning, but your curiosity is peaked by your first client, and when the two of you have a shocking and surprising run in, more than just your curiosity peaks.  CW: Author chooses not to use warnings in this chapter in order to avoid spoilers. While I never want to trigger anyone, you are solely responsible for the content you consume. AN: Oh boy, here we go! I'm in a straight PANIC getting ready to post this. I hope it meets all your expectations, I was not at all expecting that reaction to the teaser post. Love you all and thank you for all your support. Please share or comment, I have a praise kink LOL. Follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates and turn on notifications for future chapters. Dividers and support banners by @saradika-graphics. Thank you @mermaidgirl30, @littlevenicebitch69, @joelmillerisapunk and @burntheedges for being my little cheerleaders over this, ily!! Chapter Word Count: 4.4k

You stare down at the very intimidating legal document you have clasped in your clammy hands. There are so many big legal sounding words that seem to be mocking you with their importance. Somehow there are clauses that have sub clauses that are then further broken down into sub-subclauses. It feels heavy to be handed this on a Monday morning. Truthfully, this doesn’t seem like something a soon-to-be twenty-one year old woman who literally just graduated college, albeit a semester early, should be allowed to sign without parents and a lawyer present. 

This is just supposed to be a simple job working part time as a maid for your best friend's family’s cleaning company. A job where she promised easy money and part time hours that you set for yourself. The perfect opportunity for you to be able to save money AND set aside lots of study time for your upcoming LSAT rewrite. You passed it a few months ago and applied to a bunch of law schools, but you aren’t going to waste these next few months waiting around. You know how competitive law schools can be, so you’re preparing to be better just in case you don’t get in.

Your eyes scan words that your brain can’t seem to comprehend. The internal panic starts to bubble in your chest, someone who has law aspirations should know what these words mean.

This is just supposed to be easy. Cleaning. Vacuuming. Washing floors. Simple things. 

But now, as you sit in this shiny, fancy downtown office building looking at your full legal name typed beside a bunch of ‘initial here’ and ‘sign here’ lines on a nondisclosure agreement you’re starting to feel like this is anything but simple. 

“Our clientele is VERY exclusive,” your childhood best friend Jamie says. She looks very professional and grown up sitting behind her glass desk. Her long, toned legs are crossed, the slit along the side of her crisp, white pencil skirt showing off her tanned upper thigh. She’s paired her white skirt with a baby pink silky blouse that's perfectly tucked into the high waist of the skirt. Her long, dark silky hair is twisted into a jeweled claw clip. Even though you’re the same age she has an air of sophistication and grace, even with winged eyeliner, a matte pink lip, and a slender rose gold septum ring that sits tight to her little button nose. She almost screams old Hollywood in the middle of Austin, Texas. 

She continues, “You won’t know the names of the clients and they will never be home. If they do come home, leave immediately, and try your best not to be seen or heard. Then you can fill out in the company app what you did and didn’t manage to get done.” 

You put the paper down on her perfect desk so she can’t see your hands shaking. How can you work at that desk all day and not get a single fingerprint or smudge on it? There’s a very good chance that I am not cut out for this. This is fancy. And expensive. I’m neither of those things. 

“What am I gonna be walking in on at these houses, Jamie?” You ask, swallowing the fiberglass that’s suddenly prickling at your throat. 

Jamie shakes her head and laughs, saying your name through her melodic giggles. “Most likely nothing. We’ve never had an encounter or run in with a client. They pick times for cleaners to come when they aren’t home.” She leans back in her high backed chair and continues, “But the clients are big deals. Politicians. Judges. Athletes. The odd celebrity. They don’t want anyone in their home that will snoop or snap pictures. Hence the NDA.” 

“Well, why didn’t you start with that!” You laugh. “Jesus, I thought I’d be walking into like a virginal sacrifice or some shit!” 

“Well, there was that one time…” Your face drops and she immediately starts laughing again. “I’m kidding. Relax. Look, you’ll probably get three homes a week, each house will take six to eight hours. The hourly pay is twenty dollars plus whatever tip they’ll leave you in these black envelopes.” 

She puts a perfectly polished finger on a stack of black envelopes with a red ‘Maid Discretely’ logo on it and continues, “In my experience, the tips are around five hundred, completely tax free. This is a good gig! You’ll be in law school becoming smarter than all of us in no time. Fuck, you’ll be writing insane contracts like those before we know it.” 

She stands, one hand resting on the desk while the other slides the paper towards you with a closed pen. She drops the writing apparatus on top of it, the metal casing of the pen clanging loudly on her glass desk. You let out an exasperated sigh, dramatically clicking the pen before signing the NDA. Jamie claps her hands excitedly then snatches the contract away before you can rip it up and says, “Let’s get your uniform and supplies!”

She hands you a few fitted white polo style t-shirts, black dress pants, white Keds (that she scolds are for inside the houses only), a caddy full of high end cleaning supplies, a top of the line Dyson vacuum and everything else you’ll need.

She ends your meeting with instructions on how the company's scheduling and tracking app works. "Essentially, you set the days and times you’re available and it will populate for you. You’ll have addresses, dates and times, as well as tasks to be done, all nicely laid out for you. If a client likes you, they can request you for additional shifts, but for continuity purposes you should get the same couple houses that you’ll rotate through throughout the month."

You nod along, mostly surprised to hear the girl who did a keg stand just a few days ago sound so professional, using words like 'continuity purposes'.

The next day you have your first official shift. Tuesday from nine to three and you’re scheduled at a mansion in a neighborhood you’ve never heard of and you most definitely wouldn’t fit in to. Jamie is already waiting there for you when you pull up. She explained yesterday that she’d help you with the first one and then you are on your own after that. Well, not completely alone. Your iPhone is loaded full of smutty audio books, murder podcasts, and law books to listen to as you clean. 

Jamie was right, you think to yourself as you scroll to the latest romance novel you’ve downloaded and grab your AirPods, this is a good gig.

The house is absolutely massive, and you highly doubt you’ll be done in six hours. You gather all your stuff and head up to the house. Jamie shows you where the company supplied key box is and how to open it from the app. As you grab the key Jamie excitedly says, “This used to be my client. He always leaves a huge tip!”

You unlock the large front glass door and enter into a white marble foyer. The windows on the first floor are easily ten feet tall and allow in so much natural light. Gold and obsidian swirls in the marble reflect along the walls, dancing in the sunlight. To the left of the front door is a large open kitchen that might be bigger than your entire apartment. The marble of the expansive countertop is the same colour as the foyer. All the cabinetry is matte black with brushed gold handles. The kitchen opens into a lavish living room, a massive fireplace and TV sits on the far back left wall, encompassed by a very cozy looking white sectional. 

To the right of the front door, starting furthest away from where you stand in awe, is a door to a huge half bathroom, followed by a long table with a bowl for keys and mail, and then the door that leads to the garage. About fifty feet in front of you is a grand staircase that branches out to the left and right. Beyond the staircase you can see into the backyard. This is by far the nicest house you’ve ever been in.

As both you and Jamie slip into your keds she says, “Upstairs to the left are a few bedrooms and the office. I usually started there and then went to the right side where he has a huge entertainment area. Then I would clean down here since he doesn’t cook very often and it’s usually just a quick wipe down.”

Just as you start to panic over how you’re supposed to remember all this she nudges you and adds, “But that’s all in the app for you, most of the clients are very particular so they’ll lay out exactly what order you should be cleaning in, as well as any other extra things they need done.” 

She helps you carry all your stuff upstairs and then watches you work. Sure enough, the app says to start in the office so you do just that. Careful not to disturb the few piles of paperwork you dust the desk and shelves and then wipe down the windows and computer screen. You vacuum the hardwood and plush rug last and after Jamie gives you an approving nod, you move onto the next room.

You continue like that, going from room to room, your friend, and now boss, occasionally giving feedback or leaving to answer a phone call or respond to an email. The job is easy enough; repeating the same steps in each room over and over again. It’s the exact type of work you exceed at. You enjoy having clear sets of instructions and expectations, and a prioritized list where you can start at the top and work down. You’ve always excelled at following meticulous directions in school. Your life maybe not so much. When it comes to dating or your parents you aren’t one to do what you’re told.

When one o’clock rolls around you just have one bathroom upstairs and the already pristine downstairs to tend to, but Jamie coaxes you into taking your break, which is another thing you’re bad at. You were raised not to take breaks, taking a break or doing nothing means you're lazy. You should be working all the time, and pushing yourself to accomplish things. As a child you’d push and push yourself to be the best, honor roll ceremonies were the only time your dad would show up. He’d smile and brag about you to whoever was around.

“It’s important that you take all your supplies to your car with you when you eat your lunch. Never eat in their homes and never park on their driveways.” You nod and hoist all your stuff to the front step. “Make sure you lock up like you’re leaving too.” 

“How am I doing so far?” You ask as you lock the door, your stomach growling loudly as if it needs to prove to her how hard you’re working. You hadn’t realized how much of an appetite you’d gain just from cleaning. The few stale crackers and small can of tuna you managed to find in your cupboard this morning doesn’t seem like it’s going to be enough. 

“Really well! I actually think I might leave you to finish up. Don’t forget to take whatever he left for you out of the black envelope on the kitchen counter.” She doesn’t look up at you, her fingers tapping out an email on her shiny iphone screen. She doesn’t have her phone in a case and you can only imagine the level of self confidence you have to have to carry around an expensive item unprotected like that.

“Is it weird that there’s no pictures or anything of the family that lives here?” You say curiously as you both walk towards your parked vehicles. 

“No,” she says flatly. “I think it’s just one person here and that’s pretty normal for the houses you’ll be cleaning. Lots of them are rarely home or only home to sleep.” 

You gawk at the massive house from across the street as you throw all your supplies in the back of your used and rusted SUV. One person lives here. Alone. How is this possible? He’s clearly doing well for himself. Either he’s really lonely or a complete asshole. 

After you eat, you head back inside to finish up cleaning. The entire house looks like a show home. Not a single thing out of place. The kitchen seems staged, void of life aside from a tiny droplet of coffee on the countertop beside the Italian coffee maker, and a tiny brown stegosaurus toy that sits on top of it. Two minutes before the end of your shift you do a final sweep to make sure you haven’t left anything behind and then slip open the black envelope. Inside you find seven one hundred dollars and a note that just says ‘TY - JM’.

As you log your day in the company app you can’t believe you just made seven hundred freaking dollars to clean up after a man who makes no messes. You excitedly check your upcoming schedule and it looks like you’ll be back here in two more weeks. You could potentially be getting fourteen hundred dollars a month from this elusive “JM”. A man with no pictures or personal touches in his shiny white, black and gold mansion.

It’s been almost two weeks since your first clean at JM’s house. Your other clients were good tippers, usually between four to five hundred, but you’ve been looking forward to going back. You know you’re not supposed to know who the clients are, but you couldn’t help but google JM to try to figure out who he is and how he has so much money. In hindsight, you guess all your clients have money, but something about him has alerted your curiosity. He seems like smoke, or a ghost, in his own home. Your other clients had some sort of semblance of life in their houses. A dent in the pillow. An open newspaper on the kitchen table. A coffee cup dropped in the sink before they headed off to whatever fancy job they have to afford such a massive house. A toilet seat left up or a smudge of toothpaste on the mirror. 

But not JM. 

No, the only thing JM left was a tiny droplet of coffee. Coffee that was probably imported straight from Italy. You’re almost ashamed of the amount of times you’ve wondered about that stegosaurus toy. It seems so out of place in his house of clean lines and sterility. 

You’re just settling in to enjoy a Sunday night of sushi, rosé and Bridgerton with your roommate when your phone bings, a little red notification bubble popping up on the Maid Discretely app. You have an added shift request for JM tomorrow. Instead of one six hour shift on Tuesday you now have two six hour shifts. You accept the request and scroll through the tasks. He’s requested you to wipe the baseboards and lightswitches on the main floor, a deep scrub of every bathroom, as well as doing the inside of the fridge, stove and microwave. There are also instructions for washing the sheets in the main bedroom, and spraying down the patio furniture around the pool.

Only a millionaire in Texas would ask for his pool furniture to be cleaned in February. 

Shortly after you accept the shift you get a text from Jamie:

Saw you accepted the shift. The client asked for the normal clean on the first day, please. Extras the next day. Thanks.

The following morning you head to the large, bright mansion. Parking across the street and hauling all your stuff in. It feels a bit weird to be here on a Monday and you have a feeling you’ll be reminding yourself all day that it is indeed Monday and not Tuesday.

You get all your stuff together, change into your indoor company issued keds and head up the stairs. The pink and orange hues of the sunrise glitters off the white marble tiles, glints of gold and sparkling black reflecting off of it. You take a second to look down from the landing as you pop in your airpods. It really is a beautiful home, and it’s too bad that whoever lives here is either lonely or an asshole, but for a split second you let yourself pretend that you and JM just finished making love and he’s now in the kitchen making you an espresso or a latte with that insanely fancy coffee machine in the kitchen. You shake your head at yourself. You didn’t find anything when googling, which isn’t surprising since two letters aren’t much to go on, but this house seems to draw you in, like it’s calling to you. It’s strange, it’s almost like you have a crush on this house and you couldn’t help but make a whole persona for whoever lives here. Even with its clean lines and lack of life, something about it settles in your gut, it feels like home. 

You scroll your podcast app trying to pick what episode you want to listen to and head down the hall, you can’t seem to decide so you pocket your phone without starting anything and reach for the matte black handle of the office door. You’re expecting to see JM’s tidy office with a few stacks of paperwork in one corner, but the sight you find before you has all the blood rush from your head and your stomach dropping right out of your body. Your jaw drops and you freeze in utter shock and fear.  

Instead of the usual stacks of paper, there’s an icy blond haired woman tied to the desk. She’s completely naked and on her back with her legs spread wide. Her ankles are tied to the legs of the desk with a scratchy looking rope, her wrists wrapped in matching rope and resting above her head. Her nipples are almost purple underneath the clothespin attached to them. You freeze, just the lewd wet noises of her pussy being worked furiously by the mysterious, fully clothed JM. His deep, commanding, gravel filled voice reverberates through the office. “Little fuckin' slut. Gonna split you in two.”

The woman lets out an unashamed cry of pleasure. Your entire body seems to go numb as your caddy falls from your hand, crashing loudly against the hardwood flooring. His head whips to the side, the icy blonde woman letting out a scream and trying to cover herself up. Your hands cover your mouth and even though you can’t feel your legs you spin and run for the stairs.

“Fuck. Fuck. Wait,” JM calls after you.

One of your AirPods falls from your ear as you run, you’re tempted to stop and grab it but you need to get out of here. Jamie’s voice echoes through your skull, ‘try your hardest not to be seen or heard’. 

He catches up to you as you reach the front entryway, his strong hand pushing the door closed. You can feel the heat of his body against your back. You’re shaking - both from being terrified and embarrassed. You have so many thoughts running through your mind. This will get you fired, or worse, you could have just possibly lost the company a client. Fuck. You aren’t supposed to know who lives here and you certainly aren’t supposed to see them doing that. 

“Please wait,” he says softly behind you and the heat of his broad body sends a chill down your spine.

The blood is rushing through your ears as your heart pounds in your throat. You don’t like confrontation and even with the softness in his voice, you’re sure he’s about to scream at you. You feel sick, and when you replay the words he said to the woman upstairs, and the sound of her moan that made you drop your caddy you start to feel dizzy and nervous.

Your hand falls from the handle of the front door and the brick wall of a man behind you steps back. You spin slowly to face him but keep your eyes on the floor. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, linking your fingers in front of you and focusing all your attention on the cuticle of your right thumb.

“No, please. This is my fault.” You trail your eyes from the floor to him. He's in perfectly pressed black dress pants paired with a white dress shirt. The sleeves are rolled to his forearms and he’s holding his hands up in front of himself as if to show you he isn’t armed or as a way to say 'you’re safe here'. 

You flick your eyes up to his face and he’s looking at you softly, the morning sunrise lighting up his tanned face and salt and pepper hair. JM is probably twice your age, but he is incredibly handsome. 

“I am so sorry. I must’a got my days mixed up when I booked you.” He says, a soft southern accent sneaking out. 

“I’m going to get fired,” you respond shakily.

“No,” he says stepping forward, you subsequently take a step back, pressing your body against the glass front door. Something about this man makes you nervous, but not in the same way women are trained to be nervous of strange men that are almost twice their size. “No. This is my fault. Please, let me explain. I jus’ gotta - well, can I go deal with…” his head cocks towards the stairs, “And then let me explain. Please?” 

You look at him, his handsome face all soft and apologetic. His dark brown and amber eyes dance around your face and without realizing you're even doing it, you nod your head. 

“Thank you,” he drops his hands at his side, visibly relaxing at your decision not to run. “Sit at the island for me. I’ll be back.” 

He watches you as you pad over to the island. The tall bar chair squeaks on the tile floor as you pull it out. He peels his eyes from you and heads upstairs. When you sit you have to stop from moaning out, the pressure of your body weight there sends a wave of rolling pleasure through you.

What the fuck? 

It’s a dull, throbbing ache followed by a small gush of thick wetness. Did you mistake a feeling of arousal for dizziness and nervousness upstairs? Were you turned on by what you just witnessed? 

Certainly not. There’s no way! He was, well, he wasn’t being nice to that woman. 

Soon you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and towards the foyer, his body blocks her from your view as they talk at the front door. They speak in hushed voices, all you’re able to make out is her saying thank you followed by the sound of a soft kiss and then she’s gone. 

She thanked him? It seems like he should be thanking her. 

He wanders into the kitchen and your throat goes impossibly dry. As if he can read your every need, he grabs a glass from the cabinet, puts it under the water dispenser on his fridge door and then slides the glass across the large island to you. You have to lift off the chair to reach it, whispering a thank you before taking a sip. 

JM leans against the countertop beside the fridge and watches you take a long drink. You put the glass down with a quiet clink and then fold your hands in your lap. His eye contact is intense, not in a creepy way, it’s almost like he’s assessing you. You find it hard to look at him so you avert your gaze to the glass. 

He clears his throat gently before he starts. “I jus’ want to say how sorry I am. You didn’t consent to seein’ any of that and I can’t imagine how awful that was for you.” His voice is so calm and soft. 

You flick your eyes up to him, “No, this is my fault. I am not suppose-“

JM shakes his head and holds up one hand, signaling you to stop. “No. This was me. I got my days mixed up. Meant to book ya for next week. This ain’t on you. This was my mistake. If it’s ok for me to ask, what’s your name?” 

You mumble your name into your glass and down the rest of your water. You figure you’re probably fired either way so who cares if he knows who you are. His face ticks up slightly, almost like he’s proud of you for drinking, and says your name back to you. 

“I ain’t gonna say anythin’ to your boss and I understand if you want to leave for the day. I’ll pay ya either way. I also understand if you say somethin’ to them and I can’t be a client anymore. It was unacceptable for me to be doin’ that when you’re supposed to be here. There ain’t any other way to word it. I was inappropriate and wrong.” He steps forward and holds his hand out so you slide the glass across to him. 

He refills it and puts it back for you to grab. “No,” you say, your voice cracking. After clearing your throat you continue, “No, I appreciate your apology but I’m not going to say anything.” 

He watches you again as you drain the glass, the same look of pride flashes across his eyes, “I’ll - umm - I’ll be in my office. You can uh,” he runs a hand through his scruff, “You just do whatever you need. I’ll stay outta your way.” 

He disappears before you can say anything else. You head up the stairs after a few minutes to find your cleaning caddy sitting in the hall with everything placed neatly where it belongs. His office door is closed and you can hear the deep rumble of his voice while he’s on a call. You grab your things, head into the master bedroom and begin cleaning. 

A few hours later while you’re sitting in your car eating lunch, the garage door opens and JM goes whipping past you in the sexiest blacked out sports car you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t even look over you as he speeds by. Your heart sinks, it's unexplainable but being in that house with him there, even after what you witnessed, felt more comfortable than being alone. JM must have some sort of magic touch, how you went from nervous and embarrassed to calm and comforted with just the look on his face and few words is beyond you.

After wiping down the kitchen you are all done for the day. You grab the black and red envelope off the kitchen counter and open it, peering in nervously. There’s a piece of matte black paper on top. You slide it out gently, the paper feels expensive between your fingers. As you unfold it you reveal a shiny black JMK logo at the top. In neat gold lettering is his writing.

‘Please know how sorry I am. Your consent is more important than anything. I broke that. Just hope I didn't break your trust. -Joel Miller.’

At the bottom of the envelope are ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. 

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party 4 u — sim jaeyun.

in which you throw a party to finally get the attention of your crush sim jake and it doesn't go exactly as planned. (inspired by: party 4 u by charli xcx.)

genre: fluff. college au. jake x reader.

word count: 1.9k (english)

warnings: y/n gets really drunk. mentions of alcohol and other substances. slightly suggestive topics. college house party setting.

Usually, on a Thursday night, you'd be in bed by eight, reading a good romance novel and already drifting off to sleep by nine, ready to wake up for work the next day. The routine was mundane, but it was something you desperately needed after a draining week of school to keep yourself sane.

But last week was different.

At eight o’clock that Thursday night, you weren’t tucked into bed reading about dragon shifters and elven lovers destined to live happily ever after. Instead, you were standing in your parents' empty house, red Solo cup in hand, waiting for guests to trickle into your end-of-year party.

You weren’t the party type—and never had been. Throughout your two years at university, you’d been invited to plenty of parties but always managed to come up with an excuse not to go. It wasn’t about the hosts or their guests; you just preferred your own company. And there was nothing wrong with that.

So what changed? What made the happily solitary bookworm suddenly ditch the novels to throw a house party while their parents were away on a short vacation?

That’s exactly what went through all your close friends’ minds when they got your text inviting them over—and encouraging them to spread the word.

You’d never admit the real reason you threw that party. In fact, it was something you swore you'd take to your grave. You offered different explanations when asked, your most-used one being, “We should celebrate the end of the semester.” But deep down, you knew your friends weren’t fully convinced.

The real reason?

Jake.

Sim Jake. The upperclassman social butterfly you'd been dying to talk to for the past year.

Ever since you first saw him in the back row of your world history lecture, you couldn’t stop thinking about him—his sweet smile, gentle eyes, perfectly tousled hair, and soft laugh that you occasionally heard from that back corner. It drove you crazy. But you were always too shy to approach him. He seemed effortlessly friendly with everyone, and that only made him more intimidating. You never managed to say a single word to him in the five months you shared that class.

And as if to torment you, you started seeing him everywhere on campus, even after the new semester began. It was like the universe had placed Jake in your path just to mock your shyness. But he’d never know you existed unless you made yourself known.

So you threw a party.

Jake loved parties. You’d overheard him saying so to his friends once. And if invited, he almost always showed up. Was it a little pathetic? Maybe. But you would never admit he was the true reason you found yourself sitting on the couch at 8 p.m. on a Thursday night, watching your friends arrive for what was supposedly just a casual get-together.

Your friend group wasn’t huge—five people at most—but they never let you down. You gave them a time and place, and they showed up, some even bringing partners, roommates, or siblings to help fill the space. You were grateful. Still, you couldn’t stop glancing at the front door, hoping Jake would walk in.

Nine passed. Then ten. You didn’t really know when people usually showed up to parties, but the clock ticking only made you more anxious.

"You seem tense," Sunoo noted, concern creasing his brow. “Are you... alright?”

Kim Sunoo had been your best friend since your first year. Wherever you were, he wasn’t far behind. He was also the only one who knew about your little obsession with Jake—and fortunately, Sunoo actually knew him pretty well.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm okay," you sighed, mixing yourself a drink in the kitchen. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you needed something to take the edge off.

"Waiting on someone?" he asked, a knowing, playful smile tugging at his lips.

"What?—No, no... I just thought more people would come. This is kind of a lame excuse for a party," you mumbled, clutching your cup.

Sunoo rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It's early. People will come, I promise."

Then he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What if word hadn’t reached Jake? What if he didn’t even know this party existed? Maybe you should’ve just talked to him instead of orchestrating this elaborate plan.

You kept drinking to quiet your spiraling thoughts. A rum and Coke here and there wouldn’t kill you—until the rum ran out. Then you switched to vodka. Then white wine. By 11:30 p.m., your house was packed with students dancing, drinking, smoking—and there you were, too, caught in the chaos, trying to lose yourself in the music.

That’s when you saw him.

The guy you’d tried to drink out of your system walked through the front door with his signature sweet smile. "Jake," you muttered to yourself as he greeted his friends.

Your stomach churned. In hindsight, it was probably just nerves, but at the time you blamed the alcohol. You wanted to talk to him—desperately—but your feet felt like they were glued to the floor. And then you saw her.

A petite brunette practically glued to his arm.

He introduced her around, grinning proudly each time someone said hello or struck up a conversation with her. You felt your heart sink. All of this—for nothing. Though you didn’t say it out loud, the pang in your chest was impossible to ignore.

It was obvious to Sunoo and the others what the night had really been about. You felt embarrassed, even foolish. And really, you had no one to blame but yourself. You'd built up an imaginary version of Jake based on a few glimpses and a semester-long crush.

Of course he had a girlfriend. Why hadn’t you considered that?

The wave of humiliation hit you like a freight train. You felt like everyone was watching, laughing, even if they weren’t. So you walked out into the quieter backyard and collapsed into a lawn chair, head in your hands.

Sober, you might’ve brushed it off. But drunk, with emotions running high? You couldn’t stop yourself from spiraling. You threw a party for a guy who didn’t even know your name. Worse, for someone who might never be interested in you at all.

Pathetic. “Pick me” behavior. That’s what your mind screamed as you sat there, fighting tears like a 12-year-old who’d just been rejected for the first time.

"Hey, you alright?" a soft voice asked behind you.

"I'm perfectly fine," you snapped, annoyed and clearly not in the mood.

The voice chuckled gently, and you heard the creak of a chair beside you. “Ouch.”

The voice was familiar—light, airy, laced with an Australian twang.

"I'm not having the best time either, y’know," he added with a chuckle.

You finally looked up—and there he was. Jake. Sitting beside you with a soft smile.

This wasn’t fair. You looked like a wreck—puffy eyes, messy hair, and reeking of vodka—while he sat there looking absolutely perfect.

"I doubt that. I'm having the worst night of my life," you muttered, leaning back in your seat with a huff.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked, tilting his head like a curious golden retriever.

It was too cute. So cute, you groaned and covered your face again.

"You don’t even know my name. Why the hell would I say anything to you?"

Jake just laughed.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, turning his chair to face you.

You scoffed. "Because I’ve been too scared to talk to you! Ugh!"

You pulled your hands through your hair in frustration and then... you exploded.

"I—God, I hate parties! I hate drinking—this shouldn’t be happening! I threw this stupid party hoping Sunoo or someone would invite you! It’s so pathetic and weird! I’m a freak! And it doesn’t even matter because you brought your girlfriend, so I did all this for nothing because I’m a goddamn idiot! Of course the world works like that. I’m insane to think a party and some gross drinks would give me the guts to talk to you. I thought this was my l—"

"She’s not my girlfriend."

"...Huh?"

"She’s not my girlfriend. She’s my cousin."

Your face turned bright red. You looked down at the ground, trying to compose yourself.

"Her name’s Laura. She just started at uni, and I promised I’d help her meet people."

You exhaled a breath of sheer embarrassment. "I’m sorry," you mumbled.

He caught your apology but didn’t say anything right away.

Then, after a beat: "Did you really throw this party just to talk to me?"

You groaned and nodded. "Yeah. And I’m drunk as hell, so don’t say anything mean or I’ll cry."

Jake chuckled. “I wasn’t going to. I think it’s kinda sweet.”

Then he added, "And I do know your name. It’s Y/N. We took World History together—you did that presentation on Greece.”

Your eyes widened.

You’d thought he never even noticed you. But he had. More than you realized.

"That presentation was a mess," you muttered.

"I liked it. It’s just scary giving presentations, especially if you’re shy."

You tilted your head in surprise.

"I might be wrong," he said, “but a few times, it looked like you were gonna say something to me—but you kept walking. I figured you were just shy.”

He paused.

"I can be a lot. I didn’t want to catch you off guard, but every time, I kinda hoped you’d say something.”

Your jaw practically dropped. "No way..."

"Yes way."

He smiled.

“When Sunoo told me you were throwing a party, I knew I had to come.”

You blinked at him, dumbfounded. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “We should go out sometime... if you want—I mean, we don’t have to, and you might be busy—"

"Are you asking me on a date?" Jake interrupted with a grin.

You nodded.

"I’d like that a lot,” he said. “If you’re free tomorrow, I know a great pizza place.”

"Really?" you asked, still unsure if this was real life.

"Yeah, really. Though, let’s be honest—you probably won’t remember much of this tomorrow," he laughed. “It’s alright though. I’ll just have to ask you out in the morning.”

And he did.

Not only did Jake stay late to help clean up the mess, but he showed up early the next morning—armed with Gatorade, aspirin, and a second chance to keep his promise.

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Don't Mess With My Man (Slight NSFW)

See Me Through You Series

If you mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya

Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone

Don't mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya

Here's a little advice for you, find your own man

Synopsis: You didn't think of yourself as the jealous type, but when you notice all of the attention that Joe gets from other women, it quickly makes you grow frustrated

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The two of you were walking back to Joe's car to head back to his apartment since you both had finished up your classes for the day, when you suddenly heard what felt like nails on a chalkboard for what felt like the millionth time and instantly winced at the sound.

“Hiii Joe!” Another random girl said and you knew for a fact that the number of women that had come up to him since classes had started back up had to have been at least twenty.

It instantly got an eye roll from you as your boyfriend, being polite as he is, responded back with a smile before taking your hand in his and tugging you along in the direction of where his car was. This had been a thing ever since the beginning of last semester when he made his football debut at LSU, but it honestly didn't bother you then.

It was probably because he hadn't stepped into the role of being your boyfriend, even if a lot of people had thought the two of you were together seeing as you were always around him and vice versa.

You didn't think of yourself as a jealous person by any means, but all the attention that Joe got from women did bother you.

He was yours, not theirs.

And they needed to know their place.

As the two of you were walking, he was rubbing small circles on the back of your hand and glanced over at you periodically. You had been unusually quiet and Joe knew that something had been bothering you. But every time he would ask, you simply brushed him off. And this had been going on all week. Not wanting to push you, he didn't keep asking and his thought was that you would tell him when you were ready.

“Princess, did you hear me?” Joe asked, taking you out of your thoughts and you quickly shook your head no.

“No, sorry. What did you say?” You asked and stopped to look over at him.

“I asked if you wanted to get burritos for dinner.”

“Oh, yeah that's fine.” You answered and took a step in order to continue walking but noticed Joe didn't match your steps and was still standing in the same place, looking at you.

“What? Aren't we going back to your apartment?” You asked as you made your way back over to him.

“We are, but something is wrong and you aren't telling me.”

“I'm fine, nothings wrong.” You told him, but you knew deep down that he wasn't buying it.

“Then why do I feel as if you're acting off?”

“I just… this semester is going to be heavy for me and I'm thinking about all that I'm going to have to be responsible for including gymnastics. That's all.” You said hoping that would be a satisfying enough answer for him.

“That's not it either, but I'm not going to push you. When you're ready to talk, let me know.”

“There isn't even anything to talk about. I said what I said.” You replied with a slight attitude as you had slid in the passenger seat of Joe's car after he had opened the door for you and you responded immediately by closing it yourself instead of waiting for him.

Once he came around to the driver's side and got in, he put his seatbelt on and turned on the car and started driving before saying anything to you.

“Babe, I don't know what the attitude is for when I literally haven't done anything.” Joe said as he was trying to be as patient as possible with you, but it was definitely running out.

“Can you just drive, please?” You asked as you had now crossed your arms and stared out the window.

“No, I can’t just drive when my girlfriend is upset and I know something is bothering her but she refuses to tell me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine?”

“And how many times do I have to tell you that I know you're lying to me? Why are you lying about that? I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what it is.”

“Because you are trying to fix a problem that doesn't even exist! You know what? Just take me to my apartment. I want to be by myself.”

“Are you…? Are you serious right now?” Joe asked as he scoffed and you couldn't help but to roll your eyes once more. 

“Did I stutter?”

“Fine, as you wish.” Joe told you as he turned around and started going in the other direction. Once he pulled up to your apartment, you immediately jumped out without saying anything to him while slamming the car door behind you.

“Seriously!?” Joe asked and you could slightly hear him through the closed car door, but you didn't bother looking back at him and continued to walk straight into the building.

“Okay, love you too princess.” Joe said out loud before sighing.

Once you reached your apartment, you threw your bag onto the couch before letting out a frustrated sigh. You did exactly the opposite of what you intended to and now you know for a fact that your boyfriend was mad at you even if he didn't outright say it. 

One thing you appreciated Joe for was being patient with you even when you didn't think you deserved it. All in all, you believed that it all boiled down to what he saw you go through with your ex-boyfriend. You had never really liked talking about your feelings and would bottle everything up until it came boiling to the surface. Simply because any time you tried to talk to him, he would brush you off.

Meanwhile, Joe was at a loss and had no idea how to make it better since he wasn’t quite sure what the problem was to begin with. He noticed that you had been off for basically the entire week and planned to get an answer out of you one way or another.

To get his mind off of it, he decided to head to the gym in order to get rid of some of his frustration. At the end of the day, he knew that he loved and cared about you so the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel as if you couldn't talk to him or make it seem that he wasn't approachable or a good listener.

But, he also knew that he had to be patient from what you had been dealt with when you were with Trevor. Plenty of times he would see you upset after an argument that you had with him and every time you would tell him what the argument was about, it would always be (in his opinion) Trevor's fault. 

It had been two whole days.

During those two days,  it only consisted of you reading his text messages and if you responded, they were only one or two word answers.

As bad as Joe wanted to send a text to Ja'Marr, he decided against it seeing as the two of them weren't exactly still at odds after finding out the two of you were together, but still weren't talking to each other as much as they were before. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel as though he was going behind your back, but he was desperate at this point. At least at the end of the day, he wasn't completely ignoring him like he did for two weeks after he found out. 

So, here goes.

Joe- Do you know what's wrong with your sister?

The bubble kept appearing and disappearing and Joe wondered if he was even going to get a response.

Uno- Aren't you her boyfriend? Why are you asking me?

Joe- Because she hasn't talked to me in two days and how long are you going to be mad at me about that?

Uno- I’m staying mad at you until I get my apology for going behind my back. Same goes for her.

Joe- But… You literally WANTED me to date her and said it YOURSELF. So what is this fake outrage for?

Uno- I will throw a weight at your big headed ass the next time we're in the gym 

Joe- So, now you see how stupid this is?

Uno- And that's why you can't throw 

Joe- TAKE IT BACK. TAKE THAT SHIT BACK RIGHT NOW.

Uno- No. Maybe later. But we can call a truce.

Joe- Not calling shit until you take it back

Uno- Fine. You can throw and no, I don't know what's wrong with her because she's still mad at me about how I reacted when she was in the hospital. I mean, I get it. Her safety is more important than knowing you two were swapping spit. She's barely talked to me over winter break.

Joe- Because I have no idea what I did and she won't tell me

Uno- Bribe her with food. Works every time.

Joe- I guess I'll just call her for the millionth time

Uno- No, go to her apartment and bust down the door

Joe- Uh, no. I'll probably have to pay for that

Uno- You know what I mean. Let me know how it goes and meet me at the gym tomorrow morning. Better yet, I'll come to your apartment so we can go together.

Joe- If your sister doesn't kill me and bury me on the football field first

As soon as Joe put his phone on the couch next to him, he heard a knock at the door and was confused about who it could be. Once he opened it, he was met with the sight of his girlfriend staring at him.

“Hi.”

“Surprised to see you. I guess you suddenly remembered that you had a boyfriend.” Joe said as you sighed.

“I deserve that.” You replied as Joe then moved to the side to let you in.

Once you walked in and sat on the couch, Joe sat next to you before taking your hand in his.

“Are you ready to talk now? Not expecting that you would actually come over here since I thought you were still mad at me for a reason that I have yet to figure out.” Joe asked as he pulled you closer to him on the couch.

You weren't expecting that he actually would since you still felt that he was probably mad at you for being mad at him and ignoring him. Might as well get everything out in the open since there was no use in hiding it any longer. 

“Can't fix it if you don't tell me, princess.”

“I… I don't like all the attention that other girls give you. Especially when I'm standing right there and they act like I'm not even there. I guess I didn't really notice how much it happened until we got together. Obviously when we were just friends, it didn't bother me, but it seems like it's happening more often.” You quietly said and he slowly nodded his head before he answered you.

“So, instead of telling me this, you decide to get mad, get an attitude with me and refuse to talk to me about how you're feeling? Is that right? When this could have been over and done with?”

“I'm trying to be better about that. I know I shouldn't have waited, but I needed to get my thoughts together first.” You replied without looking at him.

Joe took a deep sigh before replying, and turning your head so that you would be facing him.

“You never had a problem telling me about how you felt when we were just friends. So what's the difference now? There shouldn't be one. If something bothers you, you need to tell me. I can do a lot of things, but reading your mind isn't one of them.”

“I know. I guess I just keep everything in since it stems from Trevor always telling me that I was too dramatic or making something out of nothing.”

“How many times do we have to go over this? I am not him and will never be him. You mean a lot to me and I don’t know how many more ways that I can show you that. He was an asshole and still is. He should never even be a topic of conversation between us. You're with me, not him.”

“I know, it's just hard to break out of that mentality.”

“Now back to the reason why you were upset. Let me ask you this, am I in a relationship with you or with them?”

“Me.”

“Okay, so what's the problem? I can be nice and speak to them but at the end of the day, you're the only one I want. You got it?”

“Got it.”

“I don't know if this has to do with you being younger than me or it's just that you're used to being treated like shit, but we can't keep doing this. You tell me the minute something upsets you and I'll do my best to make it better.”

“I've only had one boyfriend other than you so I guess I thought the way he was treating me at one point was acceptable but everyone around me including you was trying to tell me the opposite.” You confessed and he nodded showing you that he was in agreement.

“And… I don't like talking about my feelings and I never have. I tend to keep things inside and I know that it’s not good.”

“Because it leads to things like this.” Joe added and you gave him a slow nod as you started to play with your bracelet that had been a Christmas gift from him before he pulled you onto his lap and placed several kisses on your cheek, making you smile.

“Now, are we good? I only have eyes for you and don't you ever forget it.”

“We're good. I guess I just needed reassurance.” 

“And you know how much I love you because you literally hear me say it 50 million times a day. So, me paying attention to another girl who isn't you? Not happening. But deep down, I think you know that already.”

“You're right.”

“Now that we got that out of the way, can we finally have our burritos for dinner? The dinner that we were supposed to have two days ago?”

“Yes, and I want extra guacamole on the side. Oh and a mango jarritos.” You replied as Joe reached over you to get his phone in order to order it. But, you slowly took it from him and he looked at you confused.

“What's the problem? Don't you want me to order it? I don't want it to get too late and they end up closing.”

“I definitely want food, but I'm hungry for something else right now.” You told him and he immediately smirked.

“Let me order this first because I will not be dealing with your hungry ass if they end up closing before we're finished. Then I'm about to have a whole nother problem.”

“You are literally so dramatic. It's Saturday and they don't close until 2 am.”

“Hmm, lies you tell because I believe that you were talking about yourself. And not until 2 am? That means absolutely nothing once I get your clothes off.”

“Because you demand that I cum 85 times.”

“I… are you complaining? Because I can stop at one.”

“No! I'm not complaining!”

“Sounds like you were so we can just sit here for the rest of the night.” Joe told you as he shrugged and you turned up your nose at him.

“You can sit here. I'll be in your bedroom using my vibrator that I left over here.”

“I know that can't feel better than me being inside you.”

“Why does it matter? You wanted to sit here all night. So move so I can get up and go do that.”

“I'm not moving. I haven’t gotten to hold you for two days.”

“Fine.” Was all you said before slowly pulling down your leggings and throwing them to the floor while you placed two fingers in your mouth and slowly began to suck on them.

Before you could slide your fingers inside of you, Joe slid his in instead making you gasp.

“Such a spoiled little brat.” He whispered in your ear as he used his free hand to quickly reach underneath your shirt to undo your bra. 

Once it was undone, you took the bottom of your shirt to pull it above your head and threw it to the side before moving your bra that had already been falling down your shoulders to the left of you leaving you completely bare in your boyfriend's lap.

You could feel his erection growing underneath you as he added another finger while increasing his pace and slowly began placing kisses all along your neck.

“Shiiiit…..” You quietly breathed out.

“Mm, my baby is so wet for me. Look at all that.” Joe whispered as his hand was literally saturated in your juices ever since they started running down his hand and was now all over his sweatpants. He pulled it out so that you would be able to see it and brought it up to his mouth before tasting it and slowly slid his fingers back in making another moan escape from your lips.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Spread your legs wider.” 

You did as you were told and Joe was able to go deeper. He slowly started to rub your clit with his other hand and you knew that you weren't going to last much longer.

“That's it princess. You about to cum all over my hand? I know for a fact that your vibrator doesn't make you feel as good as I do.”

At this point, you were about to slide off of the couch because of the puddle that you had created underneath of you and your only saving grace was Joe having a tight hold on you.

“Baby…..” 

You could barely get the word out before you squirted all over his hand as he was once again placing kisses along your neck as you rode out your high.

“Good girl, that's it, princess. Ride it out.”

When your breathing had finally slowed, you looked down to see the mess that you had made as Joe was licking your juices off his fingers and soon held them up to your mouth for you to do the same.

“See how good you taste?”

Nodding your head, you let out a small laugh as you looked down once more.

“I think I owe you new sweatpants.”

It was seven in the morning when Ja'Marr had knocked on Joe's apartment door and when he didn't get an answer, he decided to call him.

When the call went unanswered, he rolled his eyes and decided to try the doorknob anyway to see if it was open. 

Lucky for him, it was and he quickly slipped into the apartment.

“He has got to stop leaving his door unlocked.”

Ja'Marr then walked to Joe's bedroom and quickly opened the door. 

“Joe! Wake ya ass… AHHHH. WHAT THE HELL!?” 

He was met with the sight of Joe literally throwing himself over you so that your body would be shielded from your brother's eyes.

“Ja’Marr!”

“I knocked but you didn't answer! Your apartment was unlocked. We said that we were going to the gym!” He said as he was now covering his eyes with his hands.

“Well can you get out so we can get dressed!?” You asked as Joe was quietly laughing as his head was on your shoulder.

“I see the two of you have made up and yes I'll be out here. Yall need to send me a schedule or something so that this doesn't happen again. Ew.”

“Don't sit on the couch!” Joe yelled as Ja'Marr turned around to walk away and he did a double take.

“What the? Oh, yall some nasty ass fuckers. What the hell did yall do to the couch!? Never mind. I do NOT want to know.”

“Ja’Marr! Leave!”

“Trust Me, I'm going. You two have scarred me for life. All I saw was Joe's pale ass diving in order to cover you. A sight I NEVER want to see again.”

“JA’MARR!” Both you and Joe yelled at the same time in order to keep him from rambling.

“I'm going! I'm going!”

Once the door was fully closed, Joe picked his head up to look at you before reaching down to kiss you with a laugh escaping from him after.

“I forgot that I told him to come over this morning. Sorry, baby. That was my fault.”

“Glad to see that the two of you made up though. But go ahead and go with him. I'll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“Just like this, right?” He asked as he reached down to take one of your nipples in his mouth and slowly began sucking on it.

“Just like this, promise. So we can finish what we started.”

“Good, because I have a request when I come back.”

“And what's that?”

“Reverse cowgirl.”

“Hmm, I think I can do that for you.”