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'cause she's watching him with those eyes / and she's loving him with that body, i just know it / and he's holding her in his arms late, late at night / you know, i wish that i had jessie's girl / i wish that i had jessie's girl / where can i find a woman like that? âââJBâš
⢠â đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ | 18k (a lot more than i expected...)
⢠â đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ | a college student navigates her complicated feelings for her charming yet infuriating neighbor, joe burrow, while dating the seemingly perfect linebacker. after a series of missteps, flirtatious teasing, and an unexpected kiss, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of tension, confusion, and unexpected sparks, all while trying to avoid the loud, chaotic presence of joe and his ever-constant parade of girls.
⢠â đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ | unedited (sorry... i got lazy), NSFW (with lots... and lots... AND LOTS of plot), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it, kids) praise, teasing, lots of kissing/foreplay, p in v, uhhh.. descriptions of big dick joe??? enemies to lovers, roommates, mentions of drinking/alcohol, cheating (not on reader), joe being an asshole, cocky joe, lots of fighting, heated arguments.
⢠â đđŻ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđđŹ | this has been in my drafts for a good 2 months and finally decided to finish it up on the sunday before american thanksgiving! so... yaya! please let me know your thoughts!
The muffled sound of JaâMarr Chaseâs bass-heavy playlist seeps through the thin walls of your apartment, rattling the picture frames you swore you hung up straight last week. The tiny LSU apartment complex, with its peeling beige paint and eternally broken elevator, has its charmsâlike the way the front door doesnât lock unless you kick it just right or how the air conditioner only works when itâs below 70 degrees outside.
But Joe Burrow? Heâs not one of those charms.
No, Joe Burrow is the bane of your existence, the human equivalent of a pothole on a road you have to take every day. His name alone makes your best friend, Ella, roll her eyes so hard itâs a miracle they donât get stuck in the back of her head. âJust ignore him,â she says every time you come storming through the door, ranting about whatever fresh annoyance heâs cooked up that day. âHe only bothers you because youâre fun to mess with.â
Right. Like thatâs supposed to make it better.
Living next door to Joe and JaâMarr was tolerable at first. Sure, they were loud, occasionally messy, and probably violating a dozen lease terms, but it wasnât personal. Then, you had one small misunderstandingâokay, so maybe you yelled at Joe for leaving his bike in front of your door after you tripped over itâand now itâs like heâs made it his lifeâs mission to drive you insane.
Sometimes, itâs harmless: an obnoxious smirk when you cross paths on the way to class or his sarcastic comments about how you always seem to be spilling coffee on your shirt. Other times, itâs borderline infuriating: stealing your parking spot, taking the last box of cinnamon rolls at the grocery store, or claiming the shared apartment complex grill for âofficial game day businessâ every single Saturday.
Still, thereâs something annoyingly magnetic about him, even when you want to wring his neck. The way his eyes crinkle when heâs laughing at his own jokes. The stupid mop of curls he somehow manages to pull off. The effortless confidence that borders on cocky, though youâd never say it out loud because thatâs exactly the kind of thing that would go straight to his head.
Ella always jokes that you two are like an old married couple, constantly bickering but secretly loving it. You disagree. Mostly because Joe already has enough people falling at his feetâlike the swarm of girls in purple-and-gold jerseys who show up at the apartment complex every other week, giggling like theyâre auditioning for a reality show.
You sigh, brushing a stray crumb off the countertop as Ella flops onto the couch behind you, textbook in hand. And if his stupid grin when he sees you on your balcony later tonight is any indication, heâs already got something planned.
You just donât know it yet.
The parking lot outside your apartment complex is a war zone at 11 p.m., with far too many cars crammed into a space that was clearly designed with only half the residents in mind. You circle the lot for the third time, your headlights cutting through the dark like a searchlight on some hopeless mission. After eight grueling hours at the campus library helping undergrads figure out why their printers are possessed, your brain feels like oatmeal, and all you want is to collapse into your bed.
But, of course, tonight isnât going to be that simple.
Because there he is. Joe freaking Burrow.
Heâs in his Jeepâwindows down, music playing softly, and, naturally, thereâs a blonde perched in the passenger seat laughing at something he said. Of course, he found the last available spot. Exceptâitâs not his spot, because you saw it first. Your blinkerâs been on since the beginning of time (or at least the last 30 seconds), and you refuse to back down now.
Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as he slowly starts to reverse into the spot, like he hasnât noticed your very obvious claim to it. Heart pounding with a mix of exhaustion and indignation, you tap your horn. Just once. Polite, but firm. He stops, glances in his rearview mirror, and thenâof courseâhe smirks.
Oh, hell no.
You roll down your window and lean out. âHey, Burrow! I was waiting for that spot.â
He leans his elbow casually against the window frame, his curls catching the faint glow of the streetlight. âWere you? Didnât see your name on it.â His voice is slow, lazy, like heâs got all the time in the world to be a pain in your ass.
You glare at him, barely suppressing the urge to snap. âI was here first.â
âAnd I started reversing first,â he counters, raising an eyebrow like itâs a debate class and not a parking lot at nearly midnight. The blonde giggles beside him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. âJust let me have it. You look like you could use the exercise.â
Oh, heâs done it now.
âExcuse me?â Your voice comes out sharper than you intended, but youâre too far gone to care. âIâve been on my feet for eight hours dealing with entitled freshmen, and if you think Iâm about to let youââ
âAlright, alright,â Joe interrupts, hands raised in mock surrender. âRelax, Iâm not trying to ruin your night.â He throws the Jeep into drive, and with a dramatic sigh, he pulls away, leaving the spot open for you. But not without one last parting comment. âDonât scratch the paint when you park. Oh, waitâyouâre really close to that poleââ
You park with excessive precision, throwing your car into park before leaning out the window to call after him. âI didnât ask for your help, Joe!â
His laugh echoes across the parking lot, carefree and infuriating. You slam your door shut a little harder than necessary, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you trudge toward the building. Finally, peace.
Or so you think.
Because just as you reach the elevator, its ding announcing its arrival, you hear the telltale sound of sneakers scuffing against concrete andâbecause your luck is absolute trashâJoe freaking Burrow strolls in behind you, Blonde Giggles McGee still glued to his side.
âHey, neighbor,â he says casually, stepping into the elevator with you like he didnât just steal and relinquish a parking spot out of sheer pettiness. The blonde gives you a wide, vaguely clueless smile, her gum snapping between her teeth.
You press the button for the third floor with a pointed jab and cross your arms, leaning against the elevator wall as Joe and his date take their sweet time figuring out which floor theyâre going to. The door finally slides shut, and the tension in the small space is unbearable.
âSo,â the blonde says brightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, âyou guys, like, live here? Thatâs so fun! Like, neighbors and stuff. Wow.â
Your lips press into a tight smile, trying to avoid eye contact with Joe, who you can feel grinning at you like this is the highlight of his week. âYep. Fun,â you reply curtly, forcing the word out like itâs laced with acid.
Joeâs shoulders shake slightly, and you realize heâs laughing. He glances at you, and thereâs that damn smirk again, like he knows exactly how close you are to losing it. âSheâs real talkative tonight,â he says, tilting his head toward you. âUsually, sheâs got more to say.â
You turn to him with a withering glare. âDonât you have something else to do, Burrow?â
Before he can reply, the elevator lurches slightly as it comes to a stop on your floor. You step out quickly, muttering a polite âGood nightâ that is entirely devoid of warmth. Joe follows, his pace annoyingly casual as he throws one last look over his shoulder.
âSee you around, neighbor,â he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.
You donât look back.
The smell of cheap ramen hits you the moment you open the door to your apartment. Itâs comforting, in a wayâfamiliar, like Ellaâs answer to every late-night craving or bad day. Sheâs in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove, barefoot and wearing the oversized LSU sweatshirt youâd bought together during freshman year.
âYouâre late,â she says without looking up, her voice light with mock reproach. âWas the library on fire, or did you stop to fight Burrow in the parking lot again?â
You kick off your shoes with a sigh, tossing your bag onto the couch. âOption B. Obviously.â
That gets her attention. She turns, spoon in hand, eyebrows raised. âSeriously? Itâs, like, midnight. You two are going to give each other aneurysms before graduation.â
You slump into one of the kitchen chairs, letting your forehead hit the table dramatically. âHe stole my parking spot. Had the audacity to smirk about it, too. And thenâget thisâI got stuck in the elevator with him and some girl who wouldnât stop talking about how âfunâ it is to have neighbors.â You lift your head to glare at Ella, who is now struggling to hold back a laugh. âIâm cursed. That man is my curse.â
Ella snorts, pouring the ramen into two mismatched bowls. âHeâs not your curse. Heâs just a guy with too much charm and not enough common sense. And clearly, youâre living rent-free in his head, which, honestly, is kind of impressive considering heâs got a playbook in there.â
You accept the bowl she slides across the table, your stomach growling despite your lingering irritation. âI donât want to live in his head. I want him to stop being so⌠so Joe all the time.â
Ella sits across from you, propping her chin in her hand with a sly grin. âAre you sure? You seem to spend a lot of time talking about him.â
You glare at her over a mouthful of noodles. âDonât start.â
But sheâs already started, her grin widening. âIâm just saying, itâs giving sexual tension.â
You nearly choke, coughing as you wave her off. âNope. Absolutely not. Thereâs no tension. Only irritation. And rage. And an overwhelming desire to see him move to a different apartment complex.â
Ella laughs, leaning back in her chair. âWhatever you say, babe. But for the record, I think you secretly enjoy it.â
You open your mouth to argue, but before you can form a retort, thereâs a knock at the door. Both of you freeze, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights.
âYou expecting someone?â Ella whispers, her tone suddenly conspiratorial.
âNo,â you whisper back, your heart sinking as a horrible suspicion creeps over you.
Ella gestures for you to check, and with a deep, resigned breath, you shuffle to the door, bowl still in hand. You crack it open just enough to see whoâs on the other side, andâbecause the universe apparently hates youâthere he is. Joe Burrow, in all his smug, infuriating glory, holding a box of cinnamon rolls.
âHey, neighbor,â he says, his grin infuriatingly wide. âFigured I owed you something for stealing your spot.â
You stare at him, speechless, for a moment. Then, finally, you manage, âItâs 11:30 at night.â
He shrugs, as if thatâs a perfectly reasonable time for a peace offering. âBetter late than never, right?â
From behind you, Ellaâs voice rings out, barely containing her amusement. âIs that Joe? Invite him in!â
You turn to glare at her, silently vowing revenge, but when you look back at Joe, heâs already stepping inside like he owns the place.
âNice place,â he says, glancing around before holding up the box. âSo⌠cinnamon roll?â
You sigh, shutting the door behind him. Itâs going to be a long night.
Joe leans casually against the counter, still holding the box of cinnamon rolls like heâs been invited to stay for a late-night hangout. You narrow your eyes at him, folding your arms. âSo, whatâs this about, really? Cinnamon rolls arenât exactly your style.â
âWow, judgmental much?â he says with a mock-wounded expression. âWhat if I just wanted to be neighborly?â
Ella snickers softly behind you, spooning up her ramen as she watches the exchange like itâs prime-time TV.
Joe grins, ignoring your skepticism. âActually,â he says, setting the box on the counter with a little too much flourish, âIâm out of sugar. You wouldnât happen to have any, would you?â
You blink at him, incredulous. âSugar? You came over at almost midnight to borrow sugar?â
âYup,â he says, popping the âpâ for emphasis, completely unbothered by your glare.
Ella, ever the peacemakerâor enabler, depending on the situationâsets her bowl down and gets up to rummage through the cabinets. âWeâve got some,â she says reluctantly, pulling out a small bag. She walks over and places it in Joeâs outstretched hand, but not without narrowing her eyes at him. âYou better bring this back, Burrow. Or at least repay us with something better than cinnamon rolls.â
âNoted,â he says with a charming smile, tucking the bag under his arm. He turns to you, his grin softening into something almost teasing. âThanks, neighbor. Youâre a real lifesaver.â
You donât bother replying, instead stepping aside so he can leave. He makes his way to the door, pausing for a moment. âOh, and donât forget to check your parking job in the morning,â he says with a wink before slipping out into the hallway.
The second the door clicks shut, you groan, slumping against the counter. Ella bursts into laughter, practically doubling over as she grabs her bowl again. âYou two are ridiculous,â she says between bites.
âIâm moving out,â you mutter, dragging yourself to the couch. âI donât care if itâs to a cardboard box in the quad. Itâll be quieter than this.â
You think thatâs the end of itâJoeâs random sugar-borrowing adventure, Ellaâs endless teasingâbut of course, youâre wrong. Because a few hours later, just as youâre finally starting to drift off in the tiny bedroom you call your sanctuary, you hear it.
A muffled giggle. A low, rumbling voice youâd recognize anywhere. Then, unmistakably, the rhythmic creak of a bed frame against the wall.
Your eyes snap open, and for a moment, you pray youâre imagining things. Maybe itâs a nightmareâa cruel joke your overtired brain is playing on you. But then you hear it again, louder this time, followed by a very enthusiastic âOh my God, Joey!â
You groan, grabbing your pillow and pressing it over your ears.
From the other side of the wall, Ellaâs muffled voice reaches you through the darkness. âIs thatâŚ?â
âYes,â you hiss, your voice barely audible through the pillow. âItâs him.â
She snorts, and you can hear her shifting in her bed. âWell, at least heâs getting good use out of that sugar.â
You let out a strangled laugh, torn between exhaustion and disbelief. âI swear, if this goes on all nightââ
As if on cue, thereâs another creak, louder this time, followed by more giggling and exaggerated moaning.
Ella sighs. âThin walls, huh?â
âApparently,â you mutter, rolling onto your side and glaring at the wall like itâs personally offended you.
The noises continueâgiggles, muffled moans, the occasional thud that makes you wince. You bury your face in your pillow, silently cursing Joe Burrow and his audacity.
Itâs going to be a very, very long night.
The next morning comes too soon. Despite the symphony of creaks, giggles, and thuds that plagued the night, you manage to drag yourself out of bed, bleary-eyed and cranky. The coffee pot sputters as you pour yourself a life-saving cup, muttering curses at your neighbor under your breath. Ella, still in her pajamas, watches you from the couch with an amused smirk.
âYou look alive,â she teases, spooning cereal into her mouth. âBarely.â
âI hate him,â you say flatly, taking a long sip of coffee.
âSure you do,â she singsongs.
You donât dignify her with a response, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.
As luckâor fateâwould have it, the universe isnât done with you yet. Because just as youâre locking your apartment door, you hear the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking down the hallway.
You glance over your shoulder and immediately regret it.
There she is. Last nightâs Blonde of the Hour, strutting toward the elevator with a walk of shame so confident it might as well be a victory lap. Sheâs wearing Joeâs oversized LSU hoodie, paired with last nightâs skirt and heels. Her hair is tousled, but she doesnât seem to care.
And because the universe apparently has a sense of humor, she notices you at the same time you notice her.
âMorning!â she chirps, her voice way too chipper for someone who clearly didnât sleep much.
You press your lips together to keep from laughing, nodding in acknowledgment. âMorning.â
The two of you step into the elevator together, the silence stretching awkwardly between you. You steal a glance at her from the corner of your eye, wondering if she has any idea that her night of âfunâ ruined yours. But then she sighs and adjusts the sleeves of Joeâs hoodie, completely unbothered, and you realize she probably doesnât care.
The doors slide open to the lobby, and you step out first, your pace brisk as you make a beeline for the exit. But as you push through the glass doors into the bright morning sunlight, you nearly collide with none other than Joe Burrow himself.
Heâs leaning against his car, coffee cup in hand, looking far too put together for someone who should be as tired as you. His eyes widen slightly when he sees you, then flick over to the blonde trailing behind.
âMorning, neighbor,â he says, his voice laced with amusement.
âMorning,â you reply dryly, brushing past him toward your car.
But of course, he canât just let it go. âSleep well?â
You stop dead in your tracks, turning to glare at him. His smirk is infuriatingly smug, and you canât tell if heâs genuinely clueless or just messing with you.
âThin walls,â you say pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
His smirk falters for half a second before he recovers, lifting his coffee cup in a mock toast. âNoted.â
The blonde, oblivious to the tension, giggles. âJoe, you didnât tell me your neighbors were so fun!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead unlocking your car with more force than necessary. âOh, weâre a blast,â you mutter under your breath, sliding into the driverâs seat.
As you pull out of the parking lot, you catch a glimpse of Joe in your rearview mirror, still leaning against his car, watching you leave. Thereâs a flicker of something in his expressionâamusement, maybe, or curiosityâbut you donât have the energy to figure it out.
Later that afternoon, when youâre back in your apartment trying to catch up on work, Ella pops her head into the living room with a mischievous grin.
âGuess who I ran into at the coffee shop?â
You glance up warily. âWho?â
âJoe,â she says, plopping down on the couch. âHe said heâs planning a little âbuilding mixerâ this weekend. Invited everyone on the floor. Including us.â
You groan, letting your head fall back against the couch. âNo. Absolutely not. I am not going to some Burrow-hosted mixer.â
âOh, come on,â Ella says, nudging you with her foot. âIt could be fun. Free food, free drinks⌠awkward encounters with your mortal enemyâŚâ
You glare at her, but she just laughs. âYouâre going,â she says firmly. âI already RSVPâd for us.â
And just like that, you realize your week is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Saturday night rolls around faster than youâd like, and with it comes the so-called âmixerâ that Joe Burrow somehow convinced Ella you had to attend. Youâd held onto the slim hope that it would be a small, quiet gathering of your neighbors in the building, with maybe some snacks, polite small talk, and an early exit for you.
Instead, you step off the elevator into what can only be described as chaos. The hallway is packed with people, the distant thrum of music vibrating through the walls. Someoneâs yelling about finding the keg, and the faint scent of spilled beer and cologne wafts toward you.
âThis is not a mixer,â you mutter to Ella as you both navigate your way through the crowd.
Ella, of course, looks thrilled. Sheâs dolled up in a crop top and high-waisted jeans, her hair and makeup perfectly done. âRelax,â she says, looping her arm through yours. âItâs just a party. Have a drink, let loose. Who knows? You might even have fun.â
You highly doubt that, but before you can argue, she spots JaâMarr Chase leaning against the doorway to Joeâs apartment and perks up immediately. âIâll catch up with you later!â she says, already untangling herself from your arm and heading toward him.
âElla!â you call after her, but sheâs too busy tossing a flirty smile JaâMarrâs way to notice.
Great. Now youâre alone in the middle of a party that feels like half of LSU showed up to, surrounded by strangers and sticky floors. You push your way toward the kitchen, hoping to grab a drink and then find a corner to blend into until Ella decides itâs time to leave.
But, because the universe apparently loves messing with you, you hear his voice before you see him.
âWell, well, look who decided to show up.â
You groan internally and turn to see Joe leaning against the counter, a Solo cup in hand and that ever-present smirk on his face. Heâs dressed casually in a fitted t-shirt and jeans, but somehow still manages to look like he owns the placeâwhich, technically, he does.
âIâm only here because Ella dragged me,â you say, crossing your arms. âDonât get any ideas.â
Joe chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. âCome on, admit it. Youâre having the time of your life.â
âYeah, sure,â you deadpan. âSticky floors and loud music are exactly my idea of fun.â
He grins, clearly enjoying your irritation. âYou know, if you wanted to hang out with me so badly, you couldâve just asked. No need to pretend Ella dragged you here.â
âIââ You stop yourself, realizing thereâs no point in arguing. Itâs exactly what he wants. Instead, you grab a bottle of water from the counter and turn to leave.
âHey, hold up,â he says, stepping in front of you. âYouâre not just gonna drink water all night, are you?â
âYes, Joe, I am,â you say, trying to sidestep him, but he moves to block you.
âAt least let me get you a real drink,â he says, gesturing toward the makeshift bar someone set up on the other side of the room. âI make a mean rum and Coke.â
âIâm fine, thanks.â
âSuit yourself,â he says, stepping aside, but not before adding, âBut youâre missing out. My bartending skills are unmatched.â
You roll your eyes and head toward the living room, finding a spot near the wall where you can observe without being dragged into the chaos. You sip your water and watch as Joe works the room, effortlessly charming everyone he talks to.
About an hour later, youâre starting to regret not leaving when Ella abandoned you. Youâve been stuck making awkward small talk with strangers, and the music is only getting louder.
Then Ella appears out of nowhere, grabbing your arm with a giggle. âCome with me,â she says, pulling you toward the corner where Joe and some of his teammates are lounging on a worn-out sectional.
âWhy?â you ask, resisting her tug.
âBecause JaâMarr wants to introduce me to his friends, and I donât want to go alone!â
You sigh, reluctantly following her over. JaâMarr greets Ella with a grin, and she practically melts under his attention. You, on the other hand, find yourself stuck sitting next to Joe, who looks far too pleased about the arrangement.
âMiss me already?â he asks, leaning closer so you can hear him over the music.
âNot even a little,â you reply, glaring at him.
He chuckles, clearly unbothered. âYouâre really bad at hiding how much you enjoy my company, you know that?â
You open your mouth to retort, but before you can, one of his teammates interrupts. âYo, Burrow, whoâs this?â
âThis,â Joe says, gesturing toward you with a dramatic flourish, âis my lovely neighbor.â
âNeighbor, huh?â the guy says, raising an eyebrow. âYou two seem⌠close.â
You snort. âNot even remotely.â
Joe grins, slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind you. âDonât listen to her,â he says. âSheâs just shy.â
You shoot him a withering look, but he only laughs, clearly enjoying himself.
As the night drags on, Joe makes it his personal mission to annoy you. Every time you try to leave, he finds a way to pull you back into the conversation, teasing you relentlessly. His teammates, to their credit, seem amused by the dynamic, occasionally chiming in with their own jokes.
By the time Ella finally decides sheâs ready to leave, youâre exhaustedâphysically and emotionally. You practically sprint for the door, eager to escape Joeâs smirk and the endless teasing.
As you step into the hallway, he calls after you, âSee you around, neighbor!â
You donât bother responding, instead dragging Ella toward the elevator. But as you press the button for your floor, you canât help but feel like you havenât seen the last of Joe Burrow tonightâor any night, for that matter.
The next week at LSU passes like any other, but somehow, Joe Burrow has managed to worm his way into your daily routine. It starts smallârunning into him at the mailboxes, hearing his muffled laughter through the thin walls at ungodly hours, and the occasional âgood morning, neighbor!â shouted across the courtyard when youâre clearly not in the mood.
Itâs maddening, really, the way he seems to delight in being everywhere you donât want him to be. And yet, despite your annoyance, you canât deny that his presence makes life just a little more⌠interesting.
FRIDAY NIGHT
Ella bursts through the apartment door, her face lit up with excitement. Youâre sprawled on the couch, flipping through lecture notes and wishing the week would end already.
âGuess what!â she exclaims, tossing her bag onto the counter.
âLet me guess,â you say dryly. âJaâMarr invited you to another party?â
âClose,â she says, wiggling her eyebrows. âJaâMarr and Joe are throwing a tailgate tomorrow before the game, and weâre invited.â
You groan, already dreading the idea of spending yet another afternoon dodging Joeâs incessant teasing. âIâm busy,â you lie.
âYouâre coming,â Ella insists, plopping down next to you. âItâs practically a campus tradition, and besides, you could use a little fun.â
âFun,â you repeat, raising an eyebrow. âIs that what weâre calling being forced to socialize with half of LSU now?â
Ella rolls her eyes. âCome on, itâll be fun. Food, drinks, andââ she grins mischievouslyââa chance to hang out with your favorite quarterback.â
You glare at her. âJoe Burrow is not my favorite anything.â
âUh-huh,â she says, clearly not believing you. âWear something cute. Weâre leaving at noon.â
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
The tailgate is, unsurprisingly, a spectacle. Rows of tents stretch across the field, decked out in purple and gold, with grills smoking and music blasting. Students and alumni alike mill about, laughing and chatting as they gear up for the game.
You follow Ella through the crowd, clutching a plastic cup of soda and trying to blend in. She, of course, makes a beeline for JaâMarr, whoâs manning the grill with an ease that suggests heâs done this a thousand times.
And where thereâs JaâMarr, thereâs Joe.
He spots you almost immediately, his trademark smirk spreading across his face as he waves you over. âHey, neighbor! Glad you could make it.â
âDonât flatter yourself,â you mutter, but heâs already stepping closer, his easy confidence making it impossible to ignore him.
âWhat, no hug?â he teases, holding his arms out dramatically.
âNot in this lifetime,â you reply, sidestepping him.
Ella, now fully engrossed in a conversation with JaâMarr, leaves you to fend for yourself. You glance around, debating whether to make a run for it, but Joe blocks your path, clearly amused by your discomfort.
âYouâre really bad at this whole socializing thing, arenât you?â he says, leaning casually against the nearest table.
âMaybe I just donât enjoy your company,â you retort, taking a sip of your drink.
He grins. âIf that were true, you wouldnât be here.â
Before you can respond, one of his teammates calls his name, distracting him long enough for you to slip away. You find a quieter spot near the edge of the field, letting the noise of the crowd fade into the background.
But, of course, Joe finds you again.
âThought youâd try to escape, huh?â he says, appearing at your side like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âI wasnât escaping,â you lie, crossing your arms.
âSure you werenât.â He pauses, glancing at the crowd. âNot a fan of tailgates?â
âNot a fan of crowds,â you admit.
He nods, surprisingly serious for once. âFair enough. Theyâre not for everyone.â
You glance at him, caught off guard by the genuine tone in his voice. Itâs a rare moment of sincerity from someone who seems to live for getting under your skin.
And then, just as quickly, the moment passes.
âStill,â he says, his smirk returning, âyouâve got to admit, the foodâs pretty good. JaâMarrâs burgers? Best on campus.â
The party stretched well into the night, turning the once-bustling tailgate into a dimly lit, hazy scene of music, laughter, and scattered conversations. Youâd almost forgotten how much you hated these kinds of events. The air was warm, the smell of grilled food and spilled beer thick, but for once, you werenât faking a smile just to survive.
Instead, you were leaning against a folding chair near the makeshift DJ booth, chatting with a guy named Wes. He was a linebacker for LSU, though, by his own admission, mostly a benchwarmer. Shy, soft-spoken, and refreshingly normal, Wes wasnât at all what you expected to find at a party like this.
âYouâre telling me youâve never been to Mikeâs cage?â he asked, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the music.
You laughed. âI donât know, it just never seemed like a big deal to me. Itâs a tiger.â
His eyes widened in mock offense. âItâs not just a tiger. Itâs our tiger.â
âOkay, okay, maybe Iâll check it out sometime,â you said, grinning at his enthusiasm.
From the corner of your eye, you caught movement, and instinctively, you glanced over. There, leaning against the bar table, was Joe.
His usual smirk was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were fixed on you and Wes.
The sight of his uncharacteristically cold expression sent a jolt through you. Was he annoyed? No, that didnât make sense. He didnât care about you, not really.
Wes was saying something about the tiger habitat, but your attention flickered back to Joe. His knuckles whitened around the edge of his red Solo cup, and he seemed to be muttering something to JaâMarr, who only shrugged in response.
âEverything okay?â Wes asked, his brow furrowed as he followed your gaze.
You blinked, forcing yourself to refocus. âYeah, sorry. What were you saying?â
Joe, however, was impossible to ignore. At one point, he stormed past your little corner of the party, brushing close enough that you could feel the heat of his arm against yours.
Wes had just finished telling a story about his first LSU practice, his nervous laughter making you smile, when Joeâs voice cut through the conversation like a jagged knife.
âNice to see you making friends,â he said, his tone just sharp enough to raise the hairs on your neck.
You turned to find Joe standing a few feet away, his trademark smirk forced and strained. He wasnât looking at you but at Wes, his gaze heavy with something you couldnât quite place.
âHey, Burrow,â Wes said, his voice even but noticeably quieter.
Joe stepped closer, ignoring you entirely as he clapped Wes on the shoulder. âWesley Evans, right? Linebacker extraordinaire.â His words were light, almost teasing, but there was a strange undertone to them.
âUh, yeah,â Wes said, rubbing the back of his neck. âThough âextraordinaireâ might be a bit of a stretch.â
Joe chuckled, his laugh cold. âOh, come on. Donât sell yourself short. I mean, someoneâs got to keep the bench warm, right?â
The group went silent.
You froze, your stomach dropping as the words settled over the conversation like a wet blanket. Wesâs easygoing demeanor faltered for just a momentâjust long enough for you to catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes.
But he recovered quickly, letting out a forced laugh. âYeah, well, someoneâs gotta do it.â
âJoe,â JaâMarr said sharply, stepping forward. âThat was uncalled for.â
Joe raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering. âWhat? I was just joking.â
âNo, you werenât,â JaâMarr said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You stared at Joe, your chest tightening with a mix of anger and confusion. What was his problem? Youâd seen him tease people before, but this was something else. This was cruel.
Joeâs eyes finally flicked to yours, and for a brief second, something like regret flashed across his face. But just as quickly, he turned away, muttering, âWhatever,â before stalking off into the crowd.
The group stood in awkward silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
âIâm sorry about that,â you said softly, turning to Wes.
He shook his head, forcing a smile. âDonât worry about it. Happens all the time.â
But you could see the way his shoulders sagged, the way his fingers tightened around the edge of his cup.
JaâMarr sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âHeâs not usually like that.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â you muttered, still staring at the spot where Joe had disappeared.
JaâMarr shot you a look but said nothing. The group eventually dispersed, the easy energy of the night soured by the encounter.
And as you followed Ella home later, you couldnât stop replaying the moment in your head, trying to piece together why Joe Burrow seemed so determined to ruin the nightânot just for you, but for Wes, too.
The walk back to your apartment was quiet, the faint buzz of crickets and distant party music filling the air as you and Ella navigated the dimly lit sidewalks. The night had been long, and your head was still spinning from Joeâs earlier outburst. Youâd always known him to be annoying, maybe even a little infuriating, but tonight was different. There was a sharpness to him, an edge that left you unsettled.
Ella broke the silence first, her voice soft. âWhat do you think that was about? With Joe, I mean.â
You shrugged, kicking a loose pebble down the pavement. âWho knows? Maybe he ran out of people to torture and decided to branch out.â
Ella laughed lightly but didnât press further. By the time you reached your apartment complex, the cool night air had started to seep into your skin, making you shiver. All you could think about was collapsing into bed and forgetting this day ever happened.
But, of course, Joe Burrow had other plans.
There he was, right in front of your door, pressed up against yet another blonde, her manicured nails tangled in his hair as they made out like the world was ending.
You stopped dead in your tracks, Ella nearly bumping into you.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you muttered under your breath.
At the sound of your voice, Joe broke away from his hookup, turning to face you with a smirk that was equal parts shameless and infuriating.
âWell, well, if it isnât my favorite neighbor,â he drawled, his voice low and teasing. âDidnât think youâd be back so soon. Wes not invite you over for a post-party study session?â
Your jaw tightened. âGet out of the way, Burrow.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. âWhatâs the rush? You donât want to hang out? I can introduce you toâŚuhâŚâ He glanced at the girl beside him, snapping his fingers as if trying to remember her name.
The blonde giggled, clearly unbothered. âStephanie,â she offered, tucking her hair behind her ear.
âRight. Stephanie,â Joe said, his grin widening.
Ella groaned softly beside you, crossing her arms. âJoe, move. Weâre tired.â
âYeah, yeah,â he said, stepping aside but not before leaning casually against the doorframe, effectively blocking your path again. âBut seriously, whereâs Wes? Thought you two were hitting it off. Or is he back on the bench already?â
âAre you serious right now?â you snapped, finally losing the last shred of patience you had left.
Joe straightened up, clearly surprised by the sudden bite in your tone. âWhat? Iâm just messing around.â
âNo, youâre being a jerk,â you shot back. âFirst, you humiliate Wes at the party, and now youâre standing here, rubbing it in like itâs some kind of joke. Whatâs your problem?â
Stephanie shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting between you and Joe. âUh, maybe we shouldââ
âNot now,â Joe cut her off, his tone sharper than youâd ever heard it. He didnât even look at her, his eyes locked on yours.
Stephanieâs mouth fell open in shock. âExcuse me?â
âJust go,â he said, his voice quieter but no less firm.
For a moment, the three of you stood frozen, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, with an indignant huff, Stephanie grabbed her purse and stormed off, her heels clicking angrily against the pavement.
Ellaâs eyebrows shot up to her hairline. âWow,â she muttered under her breath.
Joe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply before turning back to you. âHappy now?â
âNo,â you said, crossing your arms. âYouâre still here.â
âUnbelievable,â he muttered, shaking his head. âYouâre acting like I committed some crime. I was just joking, okay? Itâs not my fault you canât take a little teasing.â
âTeasing?â you repeated, incredulous. âJoe, you embarrassed Wes in front of everyone tonight. And for what? To make yourself feel better? To prove youâre the big man on campus?â
His jaw clenched, the cocky facade cracking ever so slightly. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
âThen enlighten me,â you challenged, taking a step closer. âWhy do you always have to be such an ass?â
For a moment, he didnât say anything, his gaze dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and tense. âMaybe because itâs the only way to get your attention.â
Your breath caught, his words hitting like a punch to the gut. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, the sound of his door slamming echoing through the quiet hallway.
Ella let out a low whistle. âWell, that wasâŚsomething.â
You stared after him, your heart pounding in your chest. âYeah,â you said softly. âSomething.â
âDid he justâŚ?â Ellaâs voice was barely a whisper beside you.
You swallowed hard, not trusting yourself to speak. What the hell was that supposed to mean? It wasnât like Joe to be vulnerableâhell, he practically lived to get under your skin. And yet, there it was, hanging in the air: the truth you never asked for, wrapped up in all his stupid teasing and annoying antics.
âForget it,â you finally muttered, fumbling with your keys as you moved to unlock the door. âHeâs just trying to mess with me.â
âUh-huh,â Ella said slowly, following you inside. âBecause, you know, the guy who just ditched a hot blonde to argue with you at midnight clearly doesnât care.â
You shot her a glare, unwilling to entertain the idea. âIâm going to bed.â
Ella raised her hands in surrender, smirking knowingly as she headed for her room. âOkay, but donât act surprised when he shows up tomorrow. Heâs not exactly the type to let things go.â
âGoodnight, Ella,â you said firmly, shutting your bedroom door behind you.
But as you lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, you couldnât get his words out of your head. Maybe because itâs the only way to get your attention. Was he serious? Or was this just another game to him, a way to throw you off-balance and make you question everything?
With a frustrated sigh, you rolled over, punching your pillow as if it was somehow Joeâs fault that you couldnât sleep. Whatever his deal was, you werenât going to let him get under your skin any more than he already had.
But deep down, you knew it was too late. Because whether you liked it or not, Joe Burrow had already wormed his way into your thoughtsâand no amount of denial was going to change that.
The next morning, you woke up to a series of loud knocks on your door, far too early for any sane person to be awake. Groaning, you pulled the covers over your head, but the knocking continued, persistent and unrelenting.
âGo away!â you yelled, but the noise didnât stop.
With a huff, you threw off the blankets and stumbled out of bed, yanking open the door with every intention of giving whoever it was a piece of your mind.
But, of course, it was Joe.
He stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe like he hadnât just woken you up at the crack of dawn, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âMorning, neighbor.â
You stared at him, too stunned and too tired to muster a response.
âDidnât think youâd be up,â he said, his tone annoyingly chipper.
âI wasnât,â you snapped, rubbing your eyes. âWhat the hell do you want?â
His smile widened, and he held up a to-go coffee cup, the LSU logo bright against the paper sleeve. âThought you might need a pick-me-up.â
You blinked at the cup, then at him, suspicion rising. âWhatâs the catch?â
âNo catch,â he said, still holding it out. âJust coffee. Truce?â
You hesitated, the words from last night still lingering between you. But, against your better judgment, you reached for the cup, your fingers brushing his for a brief second. âFine. Truce. For now.â
His eyes gleamed, like heâd just won some kind of invisible battle. âIâll take it.â He turned to leave but paused, glancing over his shoulder. âOh, and by the wayâIâm not going anywhere.â
And with that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the doorway with a coffee cup in hand and the distinct feeling that, somehow, things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Things between you and Wes have been going really well. Youâve been texting each other daily since that first meeting in the quad, and his messages always seem to bring a smile to your face. Some days, you talk about classes and the usual college chaosâcomplaining about professors who seem to thrive on assigning last-minute papers, laughing over campus gossip, or sharing music recommendations.
Other days, the conversations drift into deeper topics: family, future dreams, and the things you never thought youâd share with someone youâd barely known a few weeks ago. It's easy, effortless, and you feel like you've known him forever. There's a connection that grows stronger with each passing day, his texts becoming a constant you look forward to amid the swirl of college life.
When game days roll around, you make sure to watch, even if football has never been your thing. You learn enough of the basics to text him encouragement before each game and tease him when his team makes a stupid play. And every single time he wins, you get a photo of him in his jersey, sweaty and glowing with victory, his smile so wide you can feel it through the screen.
One crisp Saturday evening after a particularly big gameâa win that had the entire stadium roaring and chanting for moreâyour phone buzzes. Itâs Wes, as expected, but this time the message is different.
Wes: Big win tonight. You should come out to celebrateâparty at the house. It'll be fun, promise.
You hesitate for a moment. Frat parties arenât usually your scene, but the idea of seeing Wes in person after weeks of building up this text-based connection makes your heart beat a little faster. It feels like the right time to finally break out of the comfort of your phone screen. You donât want to overthink it, so you respond quickly.
You: Okay, Iâll come! What time? Wes: Perfect. Starts at 9, but Iâll be there around 10. Meet me out front? Iâll make sure you donât get lost.
You canât help but laugh at thatâhis protective side has become more apparent lately, and you find it kind of endearing. The rest of the evening passes in a blur of anticipation. You try on half your wardrobe, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness that makes your stomach flutter. After way too much deliberation, you settle on something thatâs cute but comfortableâa black crop top, jeans that fit just right, and your favorite sneakers. Casual, but you donât want to come off like youâre trying too hard.
The party was in full swing by the time you and Wes went in, the familiar buzz of laughter and music filling the air. His arm rested loosely around your shoulders as you made your way through the packed house, a red solo cup already in his hand. It was a typical LSU post-game celebrationâteammates hyped up from their win, students eager for a reason to cut loose, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting.
Wes, ever the golden retriever type, was all smiles as he greeted his teammates. You couldnât help but feel a twinge of guilt as you plastered on your own smile. Wes was greatâsweet, thoughtful, and good-looking to bootâbut there was something missing. Conversations with him always felt a little too polished, like he was sticking to a script.
Still, you werenât going to let your wandering thoughts ruin the night. As he led you toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen, you decided to let loose a little, leaning into his world for the evening.
You were two drinks in when you felt itâa shift in the air that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Glancing across the room, your eyes locked with Joeâs. He was leaning casually against the wall, his cup dangling from his fingers as he laughed at something JaâMarr said. But his focus wasnât on his teammateâit was on you.
That look.
Youâd seen it before, the one that screamed Iâm up to something. Your stomach twisted as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk.
âWhatâs wrong?â Wes asked, his voice breaking through your thoughts.
âNothing,â you said quickly, forcing a smile. âJust thought I saw someone I knew.â
Wes didnât notice your distraction, too busy rambling about the game. You nodded along, but your attention kept drifting back to Joe. He was still watching, and now he was moving.
Straight toward you.
âWesley,â Joe said, his voice louder than necessary as he clapped a hand on Wesâs shoulder. âMan of the hour! Hell of a game tonight.â
Wes beamed, his chest puffing out a little. âThanks, Burrow. That means a lot coming from you.â
âOh, donât mention it,â Joe said smoothly, his grin sharpening. âYouâre really making a name for yourself out there.â He paused, his tone dipping just enough to make the compliment feel off. âYouâve got a solid five minutes of playing time this season, right?â
Wes laughed, missing the sarcasm entirely. âYeah, Coach says Iâm improving every week.â
Joe nodded, his expression the picture of sincerity. âNo doubt. Youâre an inspiration, man. Really showing the bench how itâs done.â
You rolled your eyes, biting back the urge to step in. Wes didnât deserve to be Joeâs verbal punching bag, even if he was too oblivious to notice.
Then Joe shifted his focus.
âAnd this,â he said, gesturing toward you with his cup, âis the girl everyoneâs been talking about?â
You stiffened, already bracing yourself.
âSheâs great, right?â Wes said proudly, tightening his arm around your waist.
âAbsolutely,â Joe said, his eyes locking on yours. âSmart, pretty, patient.â His lips twitched as he added, âDefinitely one of a kind.â
The room felt hotter, smaller. You knew what he was doing, and you refused to let him win.
âWow, Joe,â you said, your tone dripping with mock sweetness. âThatâs almost a compliment. Are you feeling okay?â
The corners of his mouth twitched upward. âWhat can I say? Iâm a generous guy.â
Wes chuckled awkwardly, clearly missing the tension simmering between the two of you. But the people around you werenât as oblivious. Conversations around the kitchen began to quiet, heads subtly turning in your direction.
Joe leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. âThough I gotta say, Wes, youâve got your hands full. She seems like the type to keep you on your toes. Always ready with a snappy comeback.â
You took a step forward, your jaw tightening. âMaybe because some people deserve it.â
âOh, Iâm sure youâre talking about me,â Joe said, his smirk widening. âBut hey, youâve got to admit, I keep things interesting.â
âInteresting?â you repeated, your voice rising. âYou mean infuriating.â
By now, you were toe-to-toe, the space between you charged with unspoken words and something else you refused to acknowledge.
Joeâs eyes flicked down to your lips for a fraction of a second before he smiled again, softer this time. âGuess thatâs one way to put it.â
Your breath caught, and for a moment, you were certain everyone in the room could see the way your cheeks flushed, the way your chest rose and fell faster than it should have.
Joe straightened, patting Wes on the back. âYouâve got a good one here, man. Donât screw it up.â
And just like that, he was gone, disappearing back into the crowd with that stupid smirk still on his face.
Wes turned to you, oblivious as ever. âMan, Joeâs great, isnât he?â
You didnât answer, too busy trying to calm the storm raging inside you. Because as much as you hated to admit it, Joe Burrow had just gotten under your skin again. And this time, you werenât sure you could shake him off.
The days blur together after the party, each one bleeding into the next with a heavy quiet you canât shake. Joe hasnât teased you, hasnât made any more snide comments in passing. Itâs almost like heâs disappeared entirely, and the silence heâs left behind feels suffocating.
But it's not the kind of peace you wantedâit's the kind that echoes, that bounces around inside your skull, replaying the things he said over and over again until you canât ignore them anymore. You try to focus on Wes, try to let his easygoing, good-natured attitude soothe the irritation that keeps curling under your skin, but the more you think about Joeâs words, the more they fester. Suddenly, everything about Wes feels too soft, too careful. Heâs kind, yes, but there's a blandness to it, a safe predictability that only makes you itch for something sharper.
Then, days later, you find yourself in the apartment lobby, bundled up against the late autumn chill, glaring at a maintenance form on the wall. The hot waterâs been out for days, and youâre halfway through filling out a complaint when you hear footsteps behind you. You donât have to turn around to know who it isâthe shift in the air is enough.
"Wow, fancy meeting you here," comes Joeâs voice, smooth and mocking, with just enough bite to make your spine stiffen. You donât turn around, donât give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you keep writing, the pen pressing hard enough against the paper that it almost tears.
"Cold water bothering you too?" he continues when you donât respond, his tone amused. You can feel him looming behind you, a little too close, and you grit your teeth, willing yourself to stay calm.
"Just trying to get it fixed," you reply curtly, finally turning around and catching the cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Youâre not in the mood for whatever game heâs about to play, but of course, heâs not about to let you off that easy. His gaze slides from the form in your hand back up to your face, one eyebrow quirking up in that infuriating way that always makes you want to wipe the smugness off his face.
"Surprised youâre handling it yourself," Joe drawls, his eyes bright with something almost like delight. "Thought you'd get your little boyfriend to do it for you."
Your fingers tighten around the pen, and you force yourself to take a breath, ignoring the way your pulse quickens. "Not everything revolves around Wes," you shoot back, but your voice wavers just enough to make Joeâs smirk widen. His eyes flick over your face, and you hate the way he seems to read every expression, every crack in the mask youâre struggling to hold up.
"Really?" he says, the word heavy with skepticism. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall like heâs settling in for a show. "Couldâve fooled me. Heâs got you wrapped around his little finger, huh? I bet youâre the perfect, supportive girlfriend." His voice drips with sarcasm, and something inside you snaps.
"Shut up, Joe," you hiss, your voice low and dangerous. You turn back to the form, determined to ignore him, but he doesnât move. In fact, he leans in closer, his breath warm on your ear.
"Why?" he murmurs, his voice soft but taunting, like heâs got all the time in the world. "Hit a nerve?"
You donât answer. You canât. Because the truth is, he did hit a nerve. And he knows it.
"Come on," he pushes, a note of genuine curiosity in his tone now. "Donât you ever get tired of it? Playing nice, doing everything right, sticking with someone whoâs⌠I dunno, safe?"
You spin around, eyes blazing, and Joeâs face lights up with triumph. "You donât know anything about him," you snap, but thereâs a waver in your voice that makes Joeâs eyes narrow with interest. "Wes is kind, and heâs decent, and he actually cares about people, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for you."
Joeâs smile doesnât falter. In fact, it only grows wider, almost wolfish, and you hate that it sends a thrill through you, a charge that leaves your heart racing. "Yeah," he says, his tone almost pitying, "heâs safe. Boring. Heâs exactly the kind of guy whoâd never get in your way, never challenge you, never push back. And youâre happy with that? Really?"
You glare at him, your blood boiling, but you canât look away. Because some part of youâthe part youâve been trying to silence for daysâknows heâs right, and it makes you want to scream. "What the hell is your problem, Joe?" you demand, your voice shaking with anger. "Why do you even care? What does it matter to you if Iâm with him or not?"
For a moment, something flickers in Joeâs eyes, something you canât quite read, but itâs gone as quickly as it appears, replaced by that infuriating smirk. "I donât care," he says, too quickly, his voice a little too smooth. "I just think itâs funny, thatâs all. Watching you pretend like heâs enough for you."
You step closer without realizing it, your fists clenched at your sides. "You donât know what youâre talking about," you insist, but it sounds weak, even to your own ears. Joeâs gaze drops to your lips for a split second, and you feel a jolt of something hot and dangerous twist in your stomach.
"Donât I?" he murmurs, and suddenly, youâre standing toe-to-toe, your breath mingling with his, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. Heâs so close, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way his smirk softens just enough to be dangerous.
You donât move. Neither does he.
Thereâs a beat, a moment suspended in time where it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to just the two of you, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavy in the air. Then, suddenly, Joeâs expression shifts, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he leans back, breaking the spell. He claps you on the shoulder, his touch light but lingering.
"Good talk," he says, his tone infuriatingly cheerful as he pushes past you towards the elevator, leaving you standing there, breathless and rattled.
"Have fun with Wes," he throws over his shoulder, and the door slides shut behind him before you can find the words to reply. Youâre left staring at the closed elevator doors, your chest heaving and your hands still trembling around the pen, the echoes of Joeâs taunting voice ricocheting in your mind.
And for the first time in days, the silence feels even louder.
The days drag by, and every one of them feels heavier, weighed down by Joe's words. They hang over you, echoing whenever you try to ignore them, seeping into your thoughts when you're with Wes. The way he holds your hand, the way he smiles politely at your jokes, the way he never raises his voice or teases you too hardâitâs all safe. Itâs what you thought you wanted. But now, thanks to Joe, itâs all starting to feel empty, like a shell with nothing inside.
As if to make matters worse, Joe's been louder, more present, and more irritating than ever. Heâs upped his game, bringing a new girl home almost every night, the kind who giggle just a little too loud in the stairwell, whose heels click sharply against the tile floors, waking you and Ella up in the middle of the night. You hear them laughing through the paper-thin walls, their voices carrying long after you wish theyâd shut up. Ella throws a pillow at the wall one night, groaning in frustration, but you just lie there, staring up at the dark ceiling, the annoyance mixing with something elseâsomething you refuse to name.
And then Wesâs birthday sneaks up on you, like a storm youâd been pretending not to see on the horizon. Everyone's talking about itâthe party of the semester, hosted at his parentsâ mansion on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. You know itâs a big deal. Wesâs parents are the kind who throw events instead of parties, the kind where everyoneâs wearing their best, and youâd feel out of place if you werenât on Wesâs arm. You spend way too long picking out your dress, ignoring Ellaâs teasing smile as you change twice and then settle on something classy, something you think Wesâs parents will approve of.
The mansion is even more extravagant than you expected. Tall, stately, and glowing with warm light spilling from every window. A string quartet plays softly near the entrance, and thereâs enough champagne to drown in. Itâs a perfect picture of Southern elegance, the kind of party where everyoneâs on their best behavior and no one dares spill a drink on the white marble floors.
Youâre almost able to relax, standing with Wes as he introduces you to old friends and relatives, his arm around your waist like youâre some kind of prize. But then, from across the room, you catch sight of someone familiar stepping through the grand double doors, and the air goes still.
Joe. And heâs not alone.
On his arm is a girl who looks like sheâs stepped straight out of a beauty magazineâperfect curls cascading down her back, a dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, and a pageant smile that could light up the whole room. Sheâs everything youâre not: polished, pristine, and undeniably beautiful. And Joeâs leaning in close to her, whispering something that makes her laugh, the sound light and carefree, echoing above the music.
Your heart sinks. You should have known heâd be here. You should have known heâd show up with someone like her.
The moment he walks in, itâs like the temperature drops. You feel him scan the room, his gaze sliding over the crowd until it lands on you. Thereâs a flicker of recognition, a half-smile that tugs at his lips, and for a second, you swear heâs going to make a beeline for you, but then he turns to his date, all easy charm and confidence.
You look away quickly, swallowing down the hot, bitter twinge of jealousy that rises in your chest. Beside you, Wes is oblivious, laughing with some cousin or another, completely unaware of the storm thatâs building in your mind.
The party moves on, but you can't shake the weight in your chest. Every time you turn around, Joe is thereâalways in your peripheral, laughing with his date or effortlessly sliding into conversations with people heâs never met, commanding attention without even trying. And itâs driving you mad. You hate that heâs here, hate the way his presence seems to seep into every corner of the room, hate that you canât stop looking for him, even when you donât mean to.
Wesâs parents announce dinner, and you find yourself at a long table, perfectly set with silverware that you donât even know how to use properly. Wes is on your left, chatting away, and you force yourself to smile and nod at the right moments, though your gaze keeps drifting over his shoulder. Joe is at the far end of the table, but his eyes meet yoursâbright and full of something that feels like a challenge. He raises his glass in your direction, and you donât miss the way his date practically glows under his attention, leaning into his side.
You grit your teeth, focusing on Wes, whoâs completely unaware of the way your stomach is twisting. Heâs sweet, attentive, a perfect gentleman, and you wish you could ignore the itch under your skin, the restlessness that grows with each passing minute. But itâs there, burning hotter every time you catch sight of Joe, laughing too loud or leaning in too close to whisper in his date's ear.
By the time dessert is served, youâre practically vibrating with frustration, and Wesâs voice is starting to blur into the background. Heâs telling some long-winded story about his summer at the family lake house, but all you can think about is how easy it would be to just walk over to the other end of the table andâ
âHey, you alright?â Wesâs voice breaks through your thoughts, and you force yourself to focus on him, pasting on a smile that feels hollow.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you lie, reaching for your glass of champagne and taking a sip that burns all the way down. He seems satisfied, squeezing your hand gently under the table, but his touch feels distant, almost suffocating.
And when you glance back at Joe, heâs watching you, his smile sharper than you remember. Thereâs a glint in his eyes that makes your skin prickle, like heâs waiting for something, like he knows exactly what kind of game heâs playing. His date is still chattering away, oblivious to the way his gaze keeps flicking back to you, like a tether he canât quite cut loose.
You look away, your face heating, and try to drown out the feeling with another sip of champagne. But it's no use. The night has only just begun, and you already knowâitâs going to be a long one.
You escape upstairs, the noise of the party fading as you climb the grand, spiraling staircase. Itâs quieter up here, with the muted sound of conversation and laughter drifting up from below, and you can finally breathe a little easier. Youâre not even sure what youâre doingâjust that you need a break from the suffocating conversation, the polished smiles, and the feeling of being watched. Wes is deep in conversation with a teammate, and it was easy enough to slip away unnoticed. You tell yourself you're only going to the bathroom, but you donât even bother finding one. You just wander down the hall, hoping to collect yourself, to calm the thudding in your chest.
But then, of course, you see him.
Joe, leaning lazily against the wall at the end of the hallway, like heâs been waiting for you. Thereâs no sign of his dateâsheâs probably downstairs, lost in the crowdâbut Joeâs here, and he looks too damn comfortable, his tie loosened and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He gives you that infuriating half-smirk the second your eyes meet, like heâs been expecting you. Like he knows youâre going to stop.
âLost?â he drawls, his voice a low, lazy tease, and you freeze, every muscle in your body going tense.
âNo,â you snap, hating the way your heart skips when he pushes off the wall, taking a step closer. âJust getting some air.â
âFrom Wes?â he asks, eyebrows raising, and you can hear the taunt in his tone, the way he draws out the name like itâs a joke. âOr from this whole perfect little party of his?â
âNone of your business,â you shoot back, but heâs closer now, and you hate how your breath catches, how the air between you feels thick and electric. Heâs looking at you like heâs stripping away all the layers youâve put upâthe polite smiles, the careful charmâand seeing straight through to the part of you thatâs restless and hungry for a fight.
âYou know, I canât tell if youâre actually enjoying yourself,â he says, his voice dropping lower, almost intimate. âOr if youâre just playing the role of âgood girlfriendâ to make everyone happy.â
âShut up, Joe,â you warn, but your voice is weaker than you want it to be, and he notices. Of course he notices. He takes another step, and suddenly heâs way too close, the heat of him radiating into the space between you, making it harder to breathe.
âOr is it that Wes is justâŚtoo boring for you?â he presses, and something snaps. You step forward, shoving him hard enough to make him stumble back a step, anger flaring white-hot in your chest.
âWhy do you care?â you demand, your voice rising. âWhy do you always have to ruin everything? You canât stand seeing me happy, can you? You always have to get in the wayââ
âOh, please,â he cuts you off, his voice sharp with irritation. âDonât act like Iâm the one ruining things. Youâre the one who canât stop looking at me. Youâre the one whoâs pretending this perfect little relationship is enough for you.â
You donât even think. You just react, stepping closer, your chest heaving with the force of your anger, your hands curling into fists at your sides. âYou donât know anything about me!â you shout, the words tearing out of you before you can stop them. âYou donât know what I want or what I need, so stop pretending like you have me all figured out!â
Heâs laughing now, a low, mocking sound that sets your teeth on edge, and you want to hit him, to scream, to do something to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But then heâs had enough. Suddenly, he moves, quick as a flash, and before you can even blink, heâs grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up as if you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift, effortless motion.
âPut me down!â you shout, struggling against him, but he just tightens his grip, carrying you down the hall like youâre some kind of rag doll. Your fists beat uselessly against his back, and youâre half-cursing, half-panicking as he ignores you, kicking open the nearest door and stepping inside.
The door slams shut behind him, and you barely register the darkened roomâa guest bedroom, dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the curtainsâbefore heâs setting you down, pressing you up against the wall with a force that steals the breath from your lungs. Youâre too stunned to move, your back hitting the cold plaster, and suddenly his body is pinning you there, his hands on either side of your face, caging you in.
âFinally shut you up,â he mutters, his voice rough, and you feel a shiver run down your spine at the way his breath brushes your cheek, hot and fast. His eyes are dark, burning with something youâve never seen before, and the space between you feels like itâs crackling, alive with an energy that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race.
âWhy do you have to be such aââ you start, but he cuts you off, leaning in closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his chest pressing against yours. His mouth is inches from yours, his lips twisting into a wicked smile.
âGo on,â he taunts, his voice low and dangerous. âSay it. Tell me what you really think.â
Youâre breathing hard, your anger warring with something hotter, something thatâs been building between you for months, and you canât stop yourself. âYouâre an asshole,â you spit, your hands coming up to shove at his chest, but he doesnât move. He just leans in, his nose brushing against yours, the air between you thick and suffocating.
âAnd you,â he says softly, his voice almost gentle, âare a liar.â
You donât know who moves firstâwhether itâs him closing the distance or you surging up to meet himâbut suddenly his mouth is on yours, hard and desperate, and youâre kissing him back like itâs the only thing youâve ever wanted. The kiss is furious, full of all the things you canât say, all the frustration and the longing and the anger thatâs been building up for so long it feels like itâs going to explode. His hands are in your hair, his grip almost painful, and youâre clinging to him, pulling him closer, gasping into his mouth as he presses you harder against the wall.
âTell me you donât want this,â he whispers against your lips, his breath ragged, and you shake your head, too far gone to think, to lie, to do anything but pull him closer, your nails digging into his shoulders.
âShut up,â you breathe, and he laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin, before he kisses you again, deeper this time, slower, like heâs savoring the taste of your surrender. The room feels too small, the air too thick, and you know you should stop, you know this is wrong, but you canât, not when his hands are sliding down your sides, not when his body is pressing into yours, not when heâs kissing you like heâs been waiting for this just as long as you have.
And then, suddenly, itâs too much. You push him away, your breath coming in short, harsh gasps, and he lets you go, stepping back with a grin thatâs all arrogance and triumph. Your lips feel swollen, your face flushed, and you hate that you canât stop looking at him, that you want more even though you know you shouldnât.
âSee?â he says softly, his voice maddeningly smug. âI do know you.â
The words barely have time to leave his mouth before youâre on him again, shoving him away from you, your hands hitting his chest with more force than you intend. He stumbles back a step, a flash of surprise crossing his face before his eyes harden, that infuriating grin vanishing. Youâre both breathing hard, the air between you heavy with everything unspoken, with all the sharp words that have been building up since the day you met.
âYou donât know anything!â you snap, your voice cracking, and he just laughs, a short, humorless sound that makes your blood boil.
âYou keep saying that,â he shoots back, his voice low and dangerous, âbut here you are. Every time, itâs the same thing. You want me to stop? Then say it. Tell me to leave.â
You open your mouth to say exactly that, to tell him to go to hell and stay out of your life, but the words wonât come. They catch in your throat, tangled up with the truth you canât face, and he sees it. He always sees it. His gaze softens, something like understanding flickering in those dark eyes, and it pisses you off more than anything.
âSee?â he murmurs, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. âYou canât. Because you donât want me to.â
âShut up,â you whisper, but itâs too lateâheâs already crowding into your space, his hand curling around the back of your neck, tilting your face up to his. You hate him for the way heâs looking at you, like heâs unraveling you with a single glance, like he knows exactly how to break you down, and before you can stop yourself, youâre surging up, your hands fisting in his shirt as you kiss him again, harder this time, angrier.
His arms come around you instantly, pulling you closer, and you hate that it feels good, that it feels right, even as youâre pushing against him, your nails digging into his shoulders. Itâs a mess of teeth and tongues, the kiss desperate and furious, and youâre drowning in it, in the heat of him, in the way his fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp.
Then the door swings open, and you both jerk apart, your breaths coming in ragged, uneven pants. You barely have time to process whatâs happening before you see JaâMarr standing there, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. He looks at you, then at Joe, and lets out a long, frustrated sigh.
âReally, Joe?â he says, his voice laced with disappointment. âIn the middle of Wesâs birthday party? Do you have a death wish or something?â
âCalm down,â Joe says coolly, like heâs not the least bit bothered, his gaze still fixed on you, as if daring you to run. âWe were just talking.â
âYeah,â JaâMarr scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. âTalking, right. Because making out with your teammateâs girl is totally a normal conversation.â
You feel your cheeks burn, and you step back, smoothing down your clothes like you can erase what just happened. âThisâthis was nothing,â you stammer, trying to ignore the way Joeâs lips curl into a smirk at your flustered tone. âWeâre done here.â
Joe just gives you a lazy, almost triumphant smile, like heâs won some unspoken battle, and turns to JaâMarr with a shrug. âSheâs got a mind of her own, you know,â he says, and you want to punch him, to scream, but JaâMarr just shakes his head, looking equal parts disappointed and resigned.
âWhatever,â JaâMarr mutters, grabbing Joeâs arm and pulling him out into the hallway. âYou need to get your act together. Wes is going to notice if you keep pulling this crap.â
Joeâs eyes flick to you one last time, something unreadable in his expression, before he lets JaâMarr drag him away. The door clicks shut behind them, and youâre left alone in the darkened room, your heart racing and your thoughts spinning out of control. You know you should follow them, that you should go back downstairs and pretend like nothing happened, but your knees feel weak, and it takes you a long moment to gather yourself, to steady your breathing.
By the time you make your way back down to the party, your face feels numb, and youâve forced on the brightest smile you can muster. Joe is already back in the thick of things, his arm slung casually around his dateâs waist, laughing like he doesnât have a care in the world. You want to be angry, to hate him for making it look so easy, but then Wes catches sight of you, his eyes lighting up as he excuses himself from his conversation.
âHey, there you are!â he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You try to smile, but it feels fake, like your skin doesnât fit right anymore. âWhereâd you disappear to?â
âJust needed a minute,â you say, your voice sounding hollow even to your own ears. Youâre about to say something else, anything to fill the awkward silence, when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.
Joeâs watching you, his gaze flicking from your face to your mouth, and thatâs when you realizeâhis lips are still stained with the faintest trace of your lipstick, a dark, telltale smear at the corner of his mouth.
Wes follows your gaze, and his smile falters, his brow furrowing in confusion. âJoe, whatâs on yourââ
But Joe cuts in smoothly, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin widening as if he finds the whole thing hilarious. âGuess I got a little carried away,â he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence, and you feel the ground sway beneath you as Wesâs arm tightens around your shoulders, his confusion shifting to suspicion.
âWhatâs he talking about?â Wes asks, his eyes narrowing, and you open your mouth to respond, to deny, to do somethingâbut nothing comes out. Your voice has abandoned you, and all you can do is stand there, frozen, as Joeâs smirk deepens and he lifts his drink in a mocking toast, his gaze never leaving yours.
âGood party,â Joe says casually, his tone almost friendly. âReally enjoyed myself.â
You donât remember what happens nextâjust the blur of faces, the noise of the party swelling around you, and the hollow ache settling deep in your chest as Joe turns away, laughing with someone else, like he hasnât just blown everything to pieces.
Wes's smile is strained when he pulls you aside, away from the music and the crowd. Thereâs a tightness around his eyes you havenât seen before, something almost defeated, and for the first time that night, you feel a genuine pang of guilt. This is the part you were dreadingâthe confrontation, the disappointment in his eyes. But instead of yelling, instead of demanding an explanation, he just looks... tired.
âHey,â he starts softly, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes dropping to the floor. âI donât wanna make a scene, okay? But I think... I think maybe you should go.â
You open your mouth to respond, but the words die in your throat. Thereâs no anger in his voice, just resignation, like he already knows the answer before you can even try to lie. You canât tell if that makes it better or worse.
âWes, Iââ you begin, but he holds up a hand, a weak, defeated smile pulling at his lips.
âItâs okay,â he interrupts, and thereâs something achingly kind in his voice, which somehow makes it hurt more. âI think we both know this... isnât what you want. Not really.â
You feel relief flood your chest so suddenly that itâs almost nauseating, and thatâs how you know heâs right. Because instead of being devastated, instead of scrambling to explain yourself, you just feel lighter. Like a weight you didnât realize you were carrying has finally been lifted.
You reach out to touch his arm, but he steps back, shaking his head. âDonât,â he says quietly, and you let your hand drop, nodding numbly. Thereâs nothing left to say. You donât try to apologize; you donât try to make excuses. You just turn and leave, the buzz of the party fading behind you as you slip out the front door, the cold night air hitting you like a slap.
The walk back to the apartment feels like a blur, your mind whirling with everything that just happened, everything you donât want to think about. You donât know if itâs the relief of being free from something you never truly wanted, or the shame of how it all went down, but by the time you reach your building, your hands are trembling and your breath is hitching.
You let yourself into the apartment, your eyes already burning with unshed tears, and you find Ella curled up on the couch, half-asleep in front of the TV. The moment she sees your face, though, she sits up, worry creasing her brow.
âWhoa, what happened?â she asks, her voice thick with sleep, but you donât even know where to begin.
âEverything,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and then it all spills out. You tell her everythingâabout Joe, about the kiss, about Wesâs sad, tired smile and the way he let you go without a fight. Youâre talking so fast youâre stumbling over your words, your emotions a chaotic tangle of regret and relief and frustration, and by the time youâre finished, you feel completely wrung out.
Ella listens without interrupting, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief to sympathy as you pour your heart out. When you finally go quiet, she just sighs and pulls you into a hug, squeezing you so tight you can barely breathe.
âIâm sorry,â she murmurs, and you donât realize how much you needed to hear that until the tears start falling. She doesnât tell you that you screwed up, she doesnât lecture you about Joe, she just holds you while you cry, rubbing soothing circles on your back until the tears run dry.
By the time you pull away, your throat is raw, and youâre exhausted. Ella doesnât say anything, just gives you a look that says she understands, that sheâs on your side no matter what, and thatâs enough. Itâs more than enough.
But then, just as youâre wiping your eyes and trying to compose yourself, you hear itâa loud burst of laughter echoing through the thin wall you share with Joeâs apartment. Itâs followed by the high-pitched giggle of a girl, and your stomach twists. Of course. Of course.
Ella catches the look on your face and scowls. âHeâs such an ass,â she mutters, rolling her eyes. âYou want me to go bang on the wall and tell them to shut up?â
âNo,â you say quickly, shaking your head. âItâs... itâs fine. Letâs just go to bed.â
You donât even believe yourself, but you canât deal with Joe right now, not after everything. So you go to your room, shut the door, and try to block out the noise. You tell yourself you donât care. You tell yourself itâs over. But sleep doesnât come easily, and all you can hear is Joeâs voice in your head, his mocking words echoing long after the sounds from next door have finally gone quiet.
Over the next few days, you try to fall back into a routine, but everything feels off-kilter. Wes doesnât text you, and you donât reach out, letting the silence stretch between you until it feels like a mutual understandingâsomething that was always going to happen. Ella hovers, supportive but careful not to push, and you appreciate that. You just need space, time to sort through everything.
Joe, however, is a different story.
You barely see him around the complex, but when you do, itâs impossible to ignore him. Heâs still bringing home girlsâmore than ever, it seemsâand theyâre always loud, obnoxiously so, like heâs doing it on purpose, like heâs rubbing it in your face. And maybe he is. Maybe this is his way of proving a point, of showing you that he doesnât care, that he never cared, and the worst part is... you donât know if you care either. Or maybe you care too much.
One night, after a particularly sleepless stretch of listening to laughter and footsteps pounding through the walls, Ella finds you staring blankly at the ceiling, dark circles smudged beneath your eyes.
âHeâs doing this on purpose, you know,â she says bluntly, her tone halfway between irritation and pity. âHeâs trying to get to you.â
âYeah, well,â you mutter, rolling over to face the wall. âItâs working.â
Wesâs birthday party fades into memory, and a few weeks pass. Itâs easier to pretend you donât care when you donât have to face the fallout. You focus on classes, avoid places where you might run into Joe, and try to ignore the way your heart sinks every time you hear his voice next door.
Then, one Friday night, thereâs a knock on your door. Youâre half expecting Ellaâs latest Tinder date or a package, but instead, you find Joe leaning against the doorframe, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. Thereâs something almost hesitant about the way he looks at you, and for a second, you donât know what to say.
âHey,â he says, his voice softer than youâve ever heard it, and it catches you off guard.
âWhat do you want?â you ask, and you hate how defensive you sound, how you canât help but put a wall between you.
Joeâs eyes flicker, and he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing down the hallway before he looks back at you. âCan we talk?â he asks, and you canât tell if heâs asking because he wants to or because he thinks he has to. âPlease?â
You hesitate, every part of you screaming to slam the door in his face, to tell him to go to hell. âTalk?â you echo, as though the very idea is laughable. âWhatâs there to talk about, Joe?â
He shifts uncomfortably, his hands still deep in his pockets. âI justââ He sighs, running a hand through his hair. For once, he doesnât look cocky or composed. He looks tired. âI screwed up, okay? I know that. And I just⌠I want to make things right.â
You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. âNow you care about making things right? Weeks later? Where was this when you were busy humiliating me in front of everyone at Wesâs party?â
Joe flinches, and the sight of it sends a small, mean thrill through you. You want him to feel every ounce of the anger and hurt thatâs been simmering inside you since that night.
âI was drunk,â he mutters, like itâs an excuse. âYou know I didnât mean half the shit I said.â
âOh, so you only mean half of it?â Your voice rises despite yourself, and you take a step closer. âWhich half, Joe? The part where you said Wes was too good for me? Or the part where you implied Iâm some kind of charity case?â
Joe groans, his frustration bubbling to the surface. âThatâs not what I meant! Youâre twisting itââ
âIâm twisting it?â Your laugh is sharp, humorless. âNo, Joe. Iâm finally calling you out on your crap. You think you can just waltz in here, throw out a half-assed apology, and Iâm supposed to forget how you treated me? Newsflash: Iâm done being your punching bag.â
âPunching bag?â His voice spikes, and you can see his patience starting to fray. âAre you kidding me? You think I donât care about you? That Iâd say that stuff to hurt you on purpose?â
âThen why did you say it?â you snap, stepping closer until youâre almost toe to toe. âWhy, Joe? If you care so much, why do you always find a way to make me feel like Iâm not enough?â
He stares at you, his jaw tightening, his chest rising and falling as he tries to keep his temper in check. But then he snaps, his voice loud enough to make you flinch. âBecause you drive me crazy, alright? Youâre in my head all the damn time, and itâs like I canât think straight when Iâm around you!â
Youâre stunned into silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The air between you crackles with something electric, something you canât name but can feel in every nerve of your body.
Joeâs eyes are blazing, his chest heaving as he takes a step closer. âYou think I wanted this? That I wanted to feel like this about you? I didnât, okay? But I do. And it scares the hell out of me.â
You swallow hard, your throat dry. âJoeâŚâ
He shakes his head, his voice softening just a fraction. âIâm sorry, alright? For all of it. I justâI didnât know how to deal with this, with you.â
You donât know who moves first, but suddenly, the space between you is gone. Joeâs hands are on your arms, his grip firm but not rough, and youâre looking up at him, your breath catching in your throat.
Joe doesnât step back. He doesnât let the anger rise again. He stays close, his hands still resting on your arms, his grip grounding and firm. His gaze softens, something vulnerable breaking through the tension in his voice.
âYou think I like being the guy who gets under your skin?â he asks, his voice low, but thereâs no bite to it now. Only honesty. âYou think I enjoy pissing you off just for fun?â
You stare at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift, the rawness in his tone. âDonât you?â
Joe lets out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. âNo. Thatâs just the only way you ever seem to notice me.â His words hit like a punch to the gut, and your breath hitches. âIf Iâm not in your face, annoying the hell out of you, itâs like I donât even exist to you.â
You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. Heâs too quick, too honest, and you donât have a defense ready for the truth.
âThatâs why I invite them over,â he continues, and thereâs no cockiness in the admission. Just exhaustion. âThose girls, the loud music, the stupid gamesâitâs not because I want them. Itâs because Iâm trying to get you to see me. To pay attention. Even if itâs just so you can yell at me.â
Your stomach twists, a lump forming in your throat. You want to stay mad, to cling to your anger like a shield, but itâs slipping through your fingers. Joe doesnât stop; he steps closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him.
âI donât know how else to get through to you,â he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. âAnd Iâm tired, okay? Iâm tired of pretending like I donât care when I do. So much more than I should.â
Your breath catches, and your heart pounds in your chest like a drum. You donât know what to say, what to feel. Joe watches you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, his hesitation palpable. And then, before you can process whatâs happening, his lips are on yours.
Itâs not rough or demanding like you might have expected. Itâs soft, tentative, as if heâs afraid youâll pull away. His hands slide from your arms to your waist, anchoring you gently, and you can feel the tension in his body as he holds back.
For a moment, you freeze, torn between the urge to push him away and the overwhelming need to lean into him. But then your walls crack, and you kiss him back, your hands clutching at the front of his shirt as if itâs the only thing keeping you grounded.
Joe pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing is unsteady, his expression a mix of relief and something deeper. Without a word, he steps forward, his hands tightening around your waist as he gently pushes you through the door.
You donât resist. You canât.
He closes the door behind him with a quiet click, then sweeps you off your feet in one swift, effortless motion. You let out a small gasp, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carries you down the hall toward your bedroom.
âJoeâŚâ you begin, but he silences you with a lookâa look so tender, so unlike the Joe you thought you knew, that your words die on your lips.
By the time he lays you down on the bed, the anger and frustration from moments ago have evaporated, replaced by something else entirely. Something that hums between you like a live wire.
He hovers over you, his weight supported by his arms on either side of your head. His eyes search yours, silently asking for permission, for understanding. And when you nod, so small and uncertain, he dips his head to kiss you again, this time deeper, more sure of himself.
Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently as he trails his lips down your jaw, your neck, every touch making your pulse race. Heâs careful, almost reverent, as if afraid to break the fragile moment youâre sharing.
And for the first time, you let yourself believe that maybeâjust maybeâJoe Burrow isnât the selfish, cocky guy you thought he was. Maybe, behind all the bravado, heâs just a boy who wanted you to see him. And now, you finally do.
Joeâs lips trail along the curve of your neck, leaving a warm, electric path in their wake. He takes his time, his breath hot against your skin, and every deliberate touch makes your pulse thunder louder in your ears.
His hands glide over your waist, fingers pressing lightly, almost teasing as they trace the hem of your shirt. You feel his smile against your neck when you squirm slightly beneath him, a soft laugh rumbling in his chest.
âYouâre quiet all of a sudden,â he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. âNo more yelling? No smart remarks?â
You swallow hard, trying to find some semblance of control, but the way his hands move, the way his lips hover so close yet donât quite touch, leaves you breathless. âMaybe I just donât have anything to say to you right now,â you shoot back, though your voice wavers.
Joe chuckles, lifting his head to look at you, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. âOh, I donât believe that for a second,â he says, his thumb brushing over the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up. âYouâve always got something to say to me. Even if itâs just to tell me to fuck off.â
You glare at him, but itâs half-hearted, your resolve crumbling as he dips his head again, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âI like it when you get all fired up,â he whispers, his tone teasing. âBut I think I like this quiet side of you even more.â
You huff, trying to ignore the way your body betrays you, leaning into him despite yourself. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
Joe smirks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His hand slides under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, and you shiver at the contact. âMaybe,â he admits, his tone smug, âbut youâre still here, arenât you?â
You want to retort, to wipe that cocky grin off his face, but before you can, he shifts his weight, his lips capturing yours again. This time, the kiss is slower, deeper, and you feel the teasing edge in his movements as he kisses you until you forget whatever comeback you had planned.
His fingers inch higher, tracing light patterns on your stomach, deliberately avoiding the places where you want him most. Itâs infuriating, how easily he has you unraveling, and when he pulls back just enough to smirk down at you, you let out an exasperated groan.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, tugging at his shirt in frustration.
Joe leans down, his nose brushing against yours, his lips curling into a playful grin. âBut youâre not telling me to stop.â
He shifts again, his hands sliding up to frame your face as he kisses you once more. His lips are soft but insistent, drawing you in until all you can focus on is himâhis weight pressing you into the mattress, the warmth of his skin, the way his touch sets every nerve in your body alight.
âSay the word,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice soft but laced with a challenge. âTell me to stop, and I will.â
You stare up at him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. But the word never comes. Instead, you pull him down again, your fingers threading through his hair as you kiss him with all the pent-up frustration, anger, and longing thatâs been building between you for weeks.
Joe groans softly, his hands sliding down your sides, his teasing touch giving way to something more intentional. âThatâs what I thought,â he murmurs against your lips, his tone smug but laced with something warmer, something that makes your stomach flip.
Joe's lips find yours again, the kiss deepening as his teasing facade begins to slip. His hands roam your body with more purpose now, fingertips pressing into your skin like heâs memorizing every curve. He nips lightly at your bottom lip, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âStill hate me?â he whispers, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. He moves back slowly, before pulling off your leggings, his eyes never leaving yours.
You bite back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you pull him closer, your nails grazing the back of his neck, and the quiet groan he lets out is enough to make your pulse race.
The leggings are long forgotten now, leaving you exposed in your underwear. Joe chuckles softly, his breath fanning against your lips as he trails kisses along your jaw, then lower, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue follows, soothing the faint sting, and the combination has your hands fisting in his shirt.
âYouâre not as tough as you act, you know,â he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. His hands slide beneath your shirt, his palms warm against your bare skin as he pushes the fabric up slowly. âI think you like this way more than youâre letting on.â
âYou talk too much,â you manage to gasp, but your retort loses its bite when his thumb grazes just beneath your ribs, sending a rush of heat through your body.
Joe pulls back just enough to tug your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. He takes a moment to look at you, his blue eyes dark and filled with something you canât quite name, and for a second, the teasing smirk is gone, replaced by something softer.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he murmurs, almost to himself, and the sincerity in his voice catches you off guard.
Your breath hitches, and you feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. Before you can overthink it, his lips are on you again, softer this time but no less insistent. His hands trace slow, deliberate patterns along your sides, his thumbs brushing just beneath the band of your bra, and you arch into his touch without meaning to.
Joe grins against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction. âThatâs more like it,â he murmurs, his lips trailing lower as he presses kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and then to the edge of the fabric.
He pauses, glancing up at you as his fingers toy with the clasp, his expression both playful and questioning. âTell me if you want me to stop,â he says again, his tone softer now, without the usual cockiness.
But stopping is the furthest thing from your mind. Instead, you pull him down to you, your lips crashing into his with a fervor that answers his unspoken question.
Joe groans against your mouth, his hands moving to unclasp your bra with surprising ease, and you feel the shift in his demeanor as his teasing gives way to something more raw, more urgent. His lips trail lower, leaving a path of heat in their wake, and every deliberate touch has your body humming with anticipation.
âStill hate me?â he asks again, his voice rough and teasing, but thereâs a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes as he looks up at you.
You reach for him, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him closer. âShut up, Joe,â you whisper, your voice breathless but firm, and for once, he listens.
Joe's smirk returns, but itâs softer now, laced with something warmer than his usual arrogance. He lets out a quiet laugh, the sound low and full of disbelief, as if he canât quite believe where the night has led. But he doesnât argue. Instead, he lets his lips and hands do the talking, his touch reverent but still filled with that undeniable fire that seems to burn between you.
He slowly pulls away, looking up at you with a small smirk before he gets up. Before you could start questioning him, he takes off his shirt and sweats swiftly, your eyes widening at his body.
Joeâs smirk deepens as he catches the way your eyes widen, lingering on his toned frame. His confidence seems to grow with every second you stay silent, your gaze betraying the sharp tongue you usually use to deflect him. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if giving you time to drink him in.
âYouâre staring,â he teases, his voice low and teasing, though his eyes burn with something more primal. âI knew you liked looking at me, but this is a new level.â
You roll your eyes, but the heat rushing to your cheeks gives you away. âDonât flatter yourself,â you mutter, trying to sound dismissive, but your voice wavers slightly, betraying the effect he has on you.
Joe chuckles, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of you, his face inches from yours. âToo late for that,â he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. âYouâve already done it for me.â
Before you can fire back, he trails his hand down your side, fingers skimming over your waist and hip with maddening slowness. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, then another to the swell of your chest, each one softer than the last, as if heâs savoring the way you shiver beneath his touch.
You can feel his hardened bulge against your stomach, and you're just about done with his teasing. You need him, now. âJoe,â you whined as he pulls back with a smirk.
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â he says, his voice low and raw. âBut I wouldnât want it any other way.â
Before you can reply, his lips are on yours again, his kiss stealing whatever snarky comeback you might have had. His hands move with purpose, sliding over every inch of bare skin, and the slow, deliberate way he touches you has your body aching for more.
âTell me to stop,â he whispers against your lips, the words a quiet challenge. But you donât. You canât.
Instead, you pull him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him with all the frustration and longing youâve been holding back for weeks. Joe groans, the sound vibrating against your lips as his teasing slips away entirely, replaced by something deeper, more desperate.
âGod, youâre impossible,â he mutters, his voice laced with both exasperation and awe. But his actions betray the truthâhe wouldnât have it any other way.
He finally pulls away, breathless as he gazes down at you, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. âI'm gonna fuck you, alright?â he mutters before leaning closer. âAnd for all those times you pissed me off, and annoyed me, I'll forget about all of that if I can just... hear you.â
You're caught off by the request and you almost think he's joking, but you're mistaken. He's dead serious. All you could was nod slowly in response and Joe leans away, pleased.
Joeâs control starts to slip, and itâs evident in the way his kisses grow hungrier, more urgent. His hands tremble slightly as they trail over your body, mapping out every curve like heâs afraid this moment will disappear. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide and his breathing uneven.
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he whispers, his voice raw, the cocky edge completely gone. âYouâve been driving me insane for months.â
Then finally, he slowly peels off his briefs, and his large, hardened cock falls out.
Joe lets out a small groan as his head falls back, relief in his expression. His pink tip is already leaking with pre-cum. You practically faint at the sight, you couldn't help but let out a whimper. His hands find his cock before he slowly begins to pump it, his eyes finding yours again.
He spreads your legs open before leaning in, his lips finding yours as his hands lead his cock to your cunt. His forehead falls against yours as he slowly begins to insert himself, a heavenly groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your warm, tight walls.
You felt like you were being split in half, in the best way possible. You can't even describe how good his cock felt, he wasn't even a quarter inside of you, but you still felt like you were filled to the brim.
âO-oh, fuck, Joey,â you moaned as your swollen lips form an O, your head falling back onto the plush pillows. Now you understood why the girls in his apartment were so loudâthey definitely weren't exaggerating.
His hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer as if he wasn't inside of you already. His lips crash against yours again, the kiss filled with desperation, like heâs trying to pour every suppressed emotion into it. Itâs intoxicating, the way his need for you feels almost overwhelming, and you find yourself clutching at his shoulders, wanting to be as close as possible.
He bottoms you out slowly, and he tries to give you a second to adjustâhe really, really tried. He just couldn't. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you, and before you could even process the change in speed, he was rocking his hips against yours like the world depended on it.
The bed was creaking loudly underneath the two of you, the only sounds that could be heard was your loud moans, his grunts of pleasure, and the sound of skin against skin.
His cock was dizzying, to say the least. It hit all the spots you swore nobody had ever reached, making you question all your previous partners. You couldn't even form a singular thought about anything else except for Joe's huge cock and the way he was making you feel.
âJoe!â You manage to gasp as he begins to pound into you impossibly harder, but he cuts you off with another kiss, groaning softly against your lips.
âSay my name again,â he demands, his voice husky and edged with desperation. He leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes you gasp as his hands spread your legs wider, pinning you to the mattress.
Before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, his kisses growing more frantic, more needy. His hands are everywhere, exploring, worshipping, as if heâs afraid this moment might slip away. The way he touches you, the way he whispers your name like a prayer, leaves you utterly undone.
His words make your head spin, and you canât find a response. You're too caught up in the way he was pounding into you, like a fucking animal.
But Joe doesnât seem to care; heâs too caught up in you, his hips moving faster and faster until you're practically crying out loud. His hands roam your body as if heâs memorizing every curve, every inch of skin. Thereâs no pretense now, no gamesâjust raw, unfiltered desire.
You begin to feel the knot in your stomach begin to form, tight and persistent. You begin to grip his shoulders even tighter, your head falling back into the pillow as you moaned.
âO-oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum, please.â You began rambling as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips not faltering one bitâif anything, he began going faster.
âYeah? Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?â He grunted out, his own impending orgasm. âCum for me, baby.â
That was all you needed. The knot in your stomach snapped violently, your whole body spasming as you cried out in utter pleasure. The orgasm washed over you perfectly as Joe's hips began to falter, and a few moments later, his cum spilled into you.
You both lie there, tangled in the sheets, your breathing ragged and your hearts racing as the room settles into a heavy, satisfied silence. Joeâs arm is draped lazily across your stomach, his fingers tracing light, absentminded patterns on your skin. The intimacy feels different nowâsofter, quieter, as if the storm that had built between you for so long had finally passed.
He exhales deeply, his chest still rising and falling against your side. âWell,â he says, his voice low and hoarse, âthat was... long overdue.â
You glance over at him, your lips twitching into a faint smile despite yourself. âYou think?â you reply dryly, the lingering warmth of the moment making it hard to muster the sharp edge your tone usually carries with him.
Joe turns his head to look at you, his hair mussed and sticking out in every direction, his cheeks still flushed. Thereâs that cocky grin of his, but itâs softer now, tinged with something you donât think youâve seen beforeâcontentment, maybe. âYeah,â he says, chuckling lightly. âSo overdue Iâm almost mad at us for waiting this long.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the laugh that escapes you. His grin widens as he props himself up on one elbow, leaning over you. His gaze flicks across your face, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from your cheek. âBut hey,â he says, his voice taking on a playful tone, ânow that Iâve finally got you right where I want you, I think itâs time to make this official.â
Your brow furrows slightly as you tilt your head at him. âOfficial?â
Joe nods solemnly, though the sparkle in his eyes gives him away. âYup. A real date. No fighting, no yelling, no storming off. Just you, me, and a public setting where we try very hard not to tear each otherâs clothes off.â
You snort, shoving his shoulder lightly. âOh, is that so?â
âThatâs so,â he replies with a grin, catching your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, his gaze softening. âCome on, let me take you out. Iâll even behave. Swear.â
You arch a skeptical brow, though the warmth in your chest betrays you. âBehave? You? Iâll believe it when I see it.â
Joe leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. âGuess youâll just have to say yes and find out,â he murmurs, his voice teasing but undeniably sincere.
You roll your eyes again, but thereâs no hiding the small smile that tugs at your lips. âFine,â you say, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. âOne date. But if you embarrass me, itâs the last one.â
Joeâs grin is blinding as he flops back down beside you, pulling you against his chest. âDeal,â he says, his voice full of triumph. âYou wonât regret it. Best date of your life, guaranteed.â
You shake your head, laughing softly. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it,â he counters, his tone smug as his hand tightens around yours.
Maybe, just maybe, heâs right.
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â pairing. fem!beomgyu x fem!reader
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â summary. finals week is over and you and your best friend go out for ice cream, but you've got something big to tell her that might just change the trajectory of your friendship.
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â tags. non-idol au, college au, coming out, internalized homophobia (implied), car sex, oral (fem receiving)
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â word count. 1.9k words
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â authorâs note. got this request from an anon and i was so excited to write it! "we love you lesgyu" we all say in unison. thanks for reading <3
leaving your universityâs testing room feels like finally escaping from prison. you head downstairs and make a beeline for beomgyuâs car as soon as you see it park in the front of your schoolâs main building. as soon as you slide into the passenger seat, youâre enveloped in the warmth of your best friendâs car and the smell of her woodsy cologne.
âhowâd you do?â
âi think i did okay,â you say, shrugging off your coat. âi canât do any worse than the guy before me who turned in a blank exam.â
âcompletely blank?â beomgyu echoes in surprise.
you nod, ânothing on it but his name. it canât get worse than that.â
âno kidding.â
you connect your phone to the carâs bluetooth and put on the playlist that you and beomgyu made together years ago that you both still add onto every now and then. thereâs no particular theme to it, just songs you think she would like and vice-versa. beauty school by deftones plays through the speakers and you zone out for a bit until beomgyu calling your name brings you back to the present moment.
âhm?â
âyou texted me last night saying you wanted to talk about something,â beomgyu says, and your heart starts to beat faster.
âoh, y-yeahâŚâ
youâve had sneaking suspicions about being attracted to women for years now. the signs were easy to dismiss at firstâ feeling warm all over when a girl calls you pretty, staring at scantily clad banners of models at lingerie stores for a little too long, developing crushes on all the female villains in all the cartoons you watched growing up.
the signs became difficult to ignore once they became specific to beomgyu. her laugh, her hair, her piercings, the comfort you feel around her.
youâve been by beomgyuâs side for every one of her piercingsâ industrial, helix, and orbital conch on both ears, and her tongue piercing.
these feelings came to a head when she got her snakebite piercings a month ago. she was reading the aftercare instructions to you out loud so youâd hold her accountable for cleaning them up.
âno kissing or oral,â she read. âthere go our weekend plans.â
you knew it was just a joke, but the thought of doing something like that with her flooded your entire body with warmth. youâd been attracted to her for a while now, but since then, your mind has been filled with thoughts of kissing her, dragging your tongue over her snakebites and the sensation of her tongue piercing in your mouth.
âi-i think i like girls,â you confess quickly, the words clumsily rushing to leave your mouth.
beomgyu blanches, her eyes wide.
âwoah, what? since when?â
you pause for a little, âi⌠i donât know. maybe since always? i never really liked boys growing up and iâve always felt more comfortable around other girls.â
âhmm, okay,â beomgyu says with a nod. âsounds pretty gay to me. what made you realize it? is there someone you like?â
you fall silent and clear your throat, worried that the silence will give away whatâs really on your mind. you laugh it off nervously and try to change the topic.
âis she someone i know?â she asks.
âgyuâŚâ
âis she in one of your clubs? like the crochet club? or one of your pen pals?â
you remain quiet, discomfort steadily increasing.
âis she⌠in the car with you right now?â she teases.
âgyu, seriously,â you respond tersely and, in that moment, you can just feel the vibe in the car shift. beomgyu swallows and her grip tightens on the steering wheel. the rest of the ride to your favorite ice cream place is quiet. she pulls through the drive-thru and orders for the both of you. when you pull up to the second window, you fish through your coat pocket for your wallet, but beomgyu quickly hands her card over to the cashier.
âi got it,â she says curtly, and hands you your sundae. you pull into your usual spot in the parking lot, still awkwardly quiet as you eat your respective ice creams in silence.
âsorry,â beomgyu says. âfor earlier, i mean. didnât mean to push you, i was just curious.â
âno, iâm sorry. i didnât mean to snap at you like that, iâm just not used to the whole âopenly liking girlsâ thing. youâre the first person iâve told.â
âmakes sense that youâd come out to the only lesbo you know first,â beomgyu says with a chuckle. âyou donât have to be ashamed or embarrassed by it. i know thatâs easier said than done, but really. it takes bravery to come out. iâm proud of you.â
âthanks.â
thereâs another silence, though itâs much less awkward this time. however, your feelings are still weighing heavily on your heart. you swallow, trying to shake off your nervousness.
âactually, there is someone i like,â you say, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. beomgyuâs ears perk up and she turns to look at you.
âoh yeah?â
âmhmâŚâ
beomgyu looks at you expectantly and you feel your anxiety ramp back up again.
âwell? tell me about her.â
you hum and bite your bottom lip. âf-for starters, sheâs cool. like, really cool.â
she hums and nods, listening carefully. you wonder how many hints you can drop before she realizes itâs her.
âsheâs protective and strong, but sheâs a big softie,â you continue.
ââwait, youâve got something right here,â beomgyu reaches a hand out and brushes her thumb against the corner of your bottom lip. your heart jumps and you donât know if itâs you who leaned in or beomgyu who pulled you in first, but after a shared lingering glance, your lips connect. your eyes flutter closed and her hand moves to cradle your cheek.
âbet iâm a better kisser than her,â beomgyu mutters against your lips before leaning in to kiss you again.
you hear the click of a seat belt and your eyes widen a bit as beomgyu crawls over the console to straddle you. her warm hands finds their way to your cheeks as she softly holds your face before kissing you with a little more pressure this time. you can feel her snakebites press against your lips and your moan at the contact of the cold metal. her tongue swipes across your bottom lip and slots it into your mouth. the feeling of her tongue piercing against your tongue is everything youâve ever dreamed of.
her hands travel down your neck to grope you through your sweater, then slide under to make contact with your soft skin.
âcan she touch you like this?â she whispers against your skin. âi bet she canât. bet she canât make you make those pretty little sounds either, hm?â
she kisses across your jaw and down your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan at first, then to stifle a laugh. your body shakes with mirth as beomgyu continues to kiss down your body.
âwhat? whatâs so funny?â
âgyu, oh my god.â
âwhat?â
âgyu, youâre her,â you clarify with a laugh. âyouâre the one i like.â
beomgyu fully pops her head up to look at you and you resist another giggle as she looks at you with wide puppydog eyes.
âiâm⌠huh? itâs me?â
âyes, beomgyu. i like you.â
âwell, fuck⌠why didnât you say anything earlier?â
âi tried, but you kept interrupting!â
you both pause to look at each other for a bit before breaking into fits of laughter. she leans in to kiss you, lips soft against yours.
âin case you couldnât tell, i like you too,â beomgyu says. âand i really wanna eat you out, like right now in this parking lot.â
your heart skips a beat and you swallow back a moan. you hum and stroke your chin, feigning as if youâre deep in thought.
âsay please,â you say and beomgyu looks at you, eyes darkening when you thread your fingers through her hair and tug on it.
âfuck, lemme eat your pussy, babe. please? wanna see your panties, see how wet you are for me.â you nod your head and reach down to move your seat all the way back.
beomgyu hovers over you, her necklace dangling just over your face. you both pause, taking a moment to drink each other in.
âyouâre so pretty,â she mutters and leans in to kiss you, tugging your skirt down to your knees. she kisses down your body and dips her head to kiss your inner thigh. she runs her hand up your torso to squeeze your chest and tugs your panties to the side and kisses your pussy.
âoh my godâŚâ you moan as her tongue makes contact with your clit. she laps at your slit, her tongue flat against your pussy as she tastes every part of you. her tongue piercing makes contact with your clit and you gasp.
âoh, just like that,â you grip beomgyuâs hair tighter and she moans in turn.
âwasnât familiar with your game, y/n,â beomgyu says with a chuckle. âkeep telling me what to do, i wanna make you feel good.â
âuse your fingers, please.â you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel beomgyuâs middle and index fingers slide into you, thrusting in and out slowly then pushing in all the way, curling to hit a particular spot that has your back arching off of the car seat.
âis that good? yeah?â she asks, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips when you clench around her fingers. âyouâre so fucking wet, holy shitâŚâ your thighs tremble as she sucks your clit into her mouth and continues to fuck you with her fingers.
youâre dizzied with pleasure, the car filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of beomgyu fingering and making out with your pussy. whimpers and moans leave your lips as you feel your climax getting closer, desperately humping and grinding against beomgyuâs face. her moans against your pussy are muffled as your entire body stills and you ride out your orgasm.
beomgyu pulls back and gives you a lazy smile, her chin and cheeks wet and glistening.
âlook at that,â she shows off how your juices are dripping down her forearm. she maintains eye contact with you as she licks her forearm and fingers clean.
âmm, come here,â you command softly and she lowers herself on top of you and kisses you, open mouthed. you can taste yourself on her lips, slightly sweet and salty.
âhm, see how good you taste? i could have you cum on my face forever.â
you feel yourself get shy and bury your face into her neck.
âwhat, now youâre shy again?â beomgyu giggles.
âquit teasing me,â you whine and she kisses your forehead. you lay there together for a minute, basking in each otherâs warmth.
beomgyu pulls away and returns to straddling you as she helps you clean up using the spare napkins in her cup-holder and pulls your panties and skirt back up. she crawls back into the driver's seat and watches as you move your seat back up.
âso, i dunno about you,â she starts. âbut i wanna head to my place so you can keep bossing me around and i can fuck you properly. howâs that sound?â
âsounds perfect,â you say with a smile. beomgyu smiles back at you and grabs your chin to kiss you.
âso damn cute,â she coos.
#this was so much fun to write i love u lesbians#tyungelic : my fics đŞ˝#txt beomgyu#txt x reader#txt beomgyu smut#fem txt#wlw smut#lesbian smut#beomgyu hard thoughts
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Just tiptoeing across trying to not be a big old red flag. Ignore the blood she'll be out of the public eye in a min.
#dash commentary#mitchftw#tw blood#feel free to ignore if this is a little much#also stuff kind of fell through good news I will have access to computer and stuff for longer#She's like trying to leave the front of the store
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my manager is WAY too fucking nice to me im gonna explode
#emeto tw#emeto cw#in tags ->#i started having a panic attack at work earlier but i didnt really get the chance to go in back and chill for a bit so it just got worse#like REALLY fucking bad worse than ive had in . at least years maybe Ever. i have not thrown up in over a decade now but#i started fucking dry heaving behind the register i REALLY thought i was going to be sick it was a close thing#i couldnt even call my coworker up i just had to fucking dip and pray she realized i was gone (she did thank fuck)#and then i was shaking really bad really freaking out still fucking dry heaving in the back of the store and it was just.#easily one of the worst experiences ive had in a LONG time like december will not leave me alone <- covid then appendicitis and now this WH#and my manager hadnt been in the store at the time but she came in thru the back and saw me and i was like hey haha funny story#and she was so concerned and told me to stay in back as long as i needed and that i could go home if i wanted to etc etc#ended up bringing my bag back for me and bringing me water and she checked in on me every 5-10 mins until my parents finally got there#she was rly nice and rly understanding and then the coworker i abandoned who is also kind of my manager. also came back#and SHE was ALSO super fucking sweet about it really concerned didnt want me to feel bad abt it (i feel so fucking bad abt it)#i did end up having to go home early bc. dear god. and i texted my manager just now asking if i could leave a bit earlier tomorrow#bc im supposed to have another 8 hour shift but i didnt even make it to 4 hours today and im rly nervy abt it happening again#and she straight up was like 'are you sure? i was genuinely planning on covering your shift myself' SHE DOESNT EVEN WORK UP FRONT#SHE'D BE GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE REGISTER AND KITCHEN AND SHE'D BE THERE FOR AT LEAST OVER 12 HOURS#like okay. okay. when i texted my parents abt it dad told me 'its probably just nerves. try to push through it'#but my manager and coworkers r gonna be the sweetest kindest most understanding people about it. okay. sure. okay.#surely u see why i am exploding WHY ARE THEY SO NICE?????????? i feel so fucking guilty GOD#alyalyoxenfree
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Prompt by: @shiwalkers-ineffability
DpxDc snarky danny lives in Gotham and is just trying to get a degree but keeps almost getting adopted by various members of the Justice League
âListen, Iâm not like 12 or whatever age you think I am, I am an adult that is going to his class at college, I am near graduation and would like to focus more on that then whatever issue it is you have with me.â
To be fair to Dick, the guy in front of him really did look like a middle schoolerâŚa middle schooler that just came out of a package store with a bag filled with various types of alcohol.
The face glaring up at him still had baby fat, voice still at that young age, a little on the too thin side but not unhealthy yetâŚhe looked like he just got back from the playground. How and why did the store owner sell him alcohol?
âI can see it in your face, itâs the same one all those other heroes had when they ran into me, I have an I.D., I have a job, I fucking pay taxes, I do not need help or supervision. Fuck off.â
And the guy was moving, short legs stomping away.
âWait, hold on, I still have questions!â
There was a sigh and the kid turned around to stare at him, âWhat? I do not need the furry brigade busting into my apartment, so get what you want to ask out of the way. Fucking worse then red underwear guy back in Metropolis.â
âYou mean Superman?â
âI donât care what his name is, he thought I was a lost kid and took me to the precinct to call my parents. Got laughed at is all what happened.â
âWhatâs with all the alcohol?â
âCollege student, just aced an extremely hard and taxing test and me and some friends are celebrating and it was my turn to do the alcohol run and before you continue on with this, yes, the guy checked my ID, Iâm old enough by several years. Just do your weird stalker thing and look me up.â
âRight, âweird stalker thing?,ââ
âYou are not and wonât be the last âheroâ to make this mistake.â
Nightwing just smiled and tapped on his communicator, âHey, Oracle-â
â-Tell Danny I said hi and leave him alone, this is a Babydoll situation.â
âOh, um, Oracle says hiâŚâ
âGlad she remembers me from the last couple of times, so tell her hello and goodbye, Iâm on a schedule.â, and with that Danny was storming off.
âOof, this happen a lot, O?â
âYou have no idea.â
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Bra Shopping With Ellie
âĽPairing: Ellie Williams x F!Reader
âĽSummary: You had been hitting on Ellie for a while, but she was too oblivious to realize you liked her. So, you took matters into your own hands, and made her help you go bra shopping. Things ensueâŚ
âĽCW: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), pet names (the name 'baby' is used once), dom ellie, bottom reader, Ellie is oblivious as fuck at first lol, 1.8k words
âĽa/n: Everyone clap I've been very productive and actually finished one of my unfinished fics woohoo! First Ellie fic hope you enjoy <3 NOT PROOFREAD
You were fed up. So fucking fed up. You had been hitting on Ellie for what felt like an eternity, but she was completely oblivious, unable to get it through her pretty little head that you wanted her. It didn't matter how many times you complimented her, or how often you found excuses to be around her, to touch her, Ellie just didn't get it. She was endearing, but her cluelessness was driving you insane. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and in this case, it meant dragging Ellie to the mall with you to go bra shopping. Surely, even she couldn't miss the signals this time.Â
As you entered the crowded mall, you grabbed Ellie's hand, beelining for the first frilly lingerie shop you could find. Ellie trailed behind you, a puzzled look on her face as she glanced around nervously at the delicate fabrics and lace-adorned displays.Â
âUh, are you sure this is where you wanna be?â she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.Â
You gave her a sweet, innocent smile, determination in your eyes. âOf course. I need a second opinion, and you're the perfect person for the job.âÂ
Ellie's cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink, but she nodded, letting you lead her further into the store. As you started browsing the store, you couldn't help but steal glances at her. You intentionally picked up the most revealing bras you could find, asking her if she thought you'd look good in them, to which she nodded, averting her eyes to avoid looking at them for too long.Â
As you finished picking out your bras, you grabbed Ellieâs arm, dragging her to the dressing rooms. âI'm going to try these on. Come with me?â you asked sweetly.
âY-yeah, sure. No problem,â Ellie stuttered out, scratching the back of her neck.Â
You stepped into the dressing room, leaving the curtain open slightly, just enough for Ellie to see you. As you began removing your shirt, you peeked out, hoping to find Ellieâs eyes on you. Much to your dismay, her back was turned to you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with her watching eyes. God this girl was oblivious. You were done giving her not-so-subtle hints. You were turning into a desperate whore, and you needed her now.Â
So, as you removed your own bra and reached for the most revealing bra you picked out from the store, you held the cups up to your breasts and called out to Ellie.Â
âEllie? Can you help me with something?â you called out softly, back to the curtain as your front faced the mirror. You heard her feet shuffle.Â
âYeah, of course. What do you need?â she replied.
You smirked to yourself, hoping that she would finally break through her obliviousness. âCan you just come in here?âÂ
âUhâŚA-are you sure you want me toââ the rest of her sentence was cut off as you held the bra to your chest with one hand, reaching outside of the curtain and dragging her into the dressing room with you.Â
âYes, I'm sure. Now, will you help me clip this bra?âÂ
Ellie flushed deeply, her eyes raking up and down your half naked form, eyes lingering on your barely covered breasts. Unable to form words, she nodded hastily, still staring at your chest.Â
You smirked as you turned around. Was she finally starting to see your flirting? Her fingers brushed against your back as she grabbed the straps of the bra, clasping it together. Her fingers ghosted along the straps, sending shivers down your spine, but as though she realized what she was doing, her movements abruptly stopped and she stepped back.Â
How was she still not getting it!?Â
You turned around to face her, and her eyes immediately drifted to your chest, then made their way back up to meet yours. You fiddled with the lace, still playing innocent. âWhat do you think?â you asked, tone husky despite the innocent look in your eyes.Â
Ellie nervously glanced down to your breasts again, taking in the sight of the lacy pink bra pushing your tits together. The way she was looking at you made heat curl low in your belly, arousal beginning to pool in your panties. âLooks goodâŚâ she replied with a shaky exhale.Â
âI donât know if I like the fabric,â you said while still playing with the lace, taking an impossibly close step to her. âHere, feel it.â You reached for her hand, bringing it up to cup your breast. Ellie inhaled sharply, but made no move to remove her hand, instead stroking the fabric with her fingers. She squeezed your breast slightly, eyes meeting yours with a silent question.Â
âMaybe you should try on another one,â she said, voice low and sultry. You nodded, biting your lip. âHelp me take this one off.â
Ellie, now finally taking the hint, pulled you flush against her body by your belt loops, your breasts now pushed up against her torso. Her hands found your waist, slowly sliding to your back and unclasping your bra.Â
She pulled the delicate fabric from your form, letting it fall to the ground as she took in the sight of your bare breasts. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you pushed her up against the wall of the dressing room, lips crashing onto hers. She kissed you back hungrily, hands squeezing your hips as you ground into her.Â
She spun you around so that your back was flush against the wall, and stuck a thigh between yours, your clothed cunt now flush with her leg as she began groping your tits, mouth trailing down your neck, leaving dark purple marks. Your fingers tangled into her hair as you tilted your head back, giving her more access to your neck. She began pushing her thigh into your cunt, encouraging you to begin grinding against her. You complied, letting out a breathy moan.Â
âFuck, EllieâŚtook you long enough,â you whined, eyes closing at the pleasant sensations. Ellie hummed against your neck, fingers tweaking with your sensitive nipples as her tongue soothed the marks on your neck.Â
Her fingers trailed down to your pants, fumbling with the buttons as her lips met yours in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. She pushed your jeans down your hips, fingers swiping over your pussy through your damp panties. She hooked her index finger in the side of your panties, sliding them to the side, and pushed her middle finger inside of your sopping hole.Â
You sighed at the feeling, cunt clenching down as she slid her ring finger in alongside her middle finger, scissoring them as her palm ground down on your clit. Her deft fingers curled, finding your g-spot, and your back arched off against the wall, pushing your tits forward. She couldnât hold back any longer. Her hot tongue found one of your nipples, circling around the pebbled flesh before taking it into her mouth and sucking. You babbled out a series of curses, the pleasure all too much.Â
She released your nipple from her mouth, coming back up to whisper in your ear. âQuiet, baby. Donât want anyone to know what weâre doing in here, do we?â Her breath was hot against your ear, and you nodded before she kissed you, then returned back to your tits.Â
As the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity, a wave of heat surged through your body. Your breath hitched, coming out in shallow gasps, and your muscles tensed, coiling tightly. The world around you seemed to fade away, your focus narrowing to the overwhelming sensation radiating from deep within your cunt.Â
A moment later, you were swept away in a powerful release. Your body trembled, quivering with each pulse of ecstasy. The sensation washed over you in waves, pussy gushing all over Ellieâs fingers, leaving you breathless and utterly spent. Your mind went blank, consumed by pure unadulterated pleasure.Â
She removed her fingers, bringing them up to your lips. You opened your mouth, circling your tongue over the digits, moaning at the taste of your arousal. Ellieâs pupils were blown wide, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she slid her fingers out of your mouth. She wanted more.Â
Ellie dropped to her knees and propped one of your thighs over her shoulder. Sticking her tongue out, she licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, all while maintaining eye contact with you. You moaned and bucked your hips forward at the delicious overstimulation to your poor abused clit, only further encouraging Ellieâs ministrations. Her lips closed around your clit, sucking harshly as her fingers found their way back to your dripping hole. Â
Her tongue flicked against your sensitive nub, alternating between quick, teasing licks and slow, deliberate strokes that had your legs shaking. You clung to the wall behind you, struggling to stay upright as Ellie devoured you with a fervour that bordered on desperate.
"Fuck, Ellie, just like that," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper, mindful of the other shoppers just outside the dressing room. The illicit nature of the situation only heightened your arousal, each muffled moan and gasp making you feel like you were on the edge of being caught.
Ellie's fingers worked in tandem with her mouth, curling inside you to hit that perfect spot over and over again. Your body tensed, a familiar coil of heat tightening in your core. Ellie seemed to sense your impending orgasm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and the pace of her fingers, driving you relentlessly toward the brink.
When your orgasm finally crashed over you, it was even more intense than the first. Your thighs clamped around Ellie's head as your body convulsed with pleasure. She didn't let up, milking every last wave of ecstasy from you until you were a trembling, gasping mess.
Finally, she pulled back, her chin glistening with your arousal. She stood up, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
âGet dressed. Weâre heading back to my place to finish what you started,â she said boldly, squeezing your hips before handing you your jeans.
You quickly dressed, your hands trembling slightly with anticipation. As you adjusted your clothes, you glanced at Ellie, her eyes dark and intense, filled with desire.
Before stepping out of the dressing room, Ellie pulled you close, her lips brushing against your ear. "You were amazing," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "And trust me, this is just the beginning."
You shivered at her words, feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through you. As you both exited the dressing room, the crowded mall seemed like a distant reality, knowing that the next time you were alone, things would get even more intense.
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âŠď˝Ą Pairings: Neighbor!Jungkook x Fem!reader
âŠď˝Ą Synopsis: Y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance.
âŠď˝ĄWarnings: Smut! cussing, mentions of masturbation, spanking, doggy style, sex in a public place, unprotected sex (sigh), teasing, creampie, rough sex, pinning, sex toys, sweat and other bodily fluids, a bit of exhibitionism i guess (elevators have cameras), sexual frustration, consensual sex, if you're reading this for the plot don't, there is no plot.
âŠď˝Ą Authors Note: lord give me one chance, one chance is all i need.
âŠď˝Ą Word Count: 5.k
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âAre you using it right now?â
âYes, itâs a bit uncomfortable, to be honest.â
âOmg! Are you in public?!â
âI just made a quick run to the convenience store for a few snacks.â
âOh, youâre braveâ Mina, Y/nâs friend spoke through the phone that was pressed between her ear and shoulder. Y/n sighed, grabbing a bottle of water and making her way to the front of the store. âitâs in low mode anyways, it just feels like Iâm riding the bus on an unpaved streetâ Y/n laughed whilst placing her items onto the counter for the cashier to scan. Â
âI've never had anyone try it out in public, this is exciting!â Y/n rolled her eyes and scanned her card, grabbing her receipt and bag before stepping out of the convenience store and into the scorching sun of July.
âRelax Iâll be home in like 3 secondsâ Y/n huffed, wiping some of the sweat beaming on her forehead. Having been locked in her air-conditioned apartment for the last 2 days had caused her to forget the heat wave that had taken over the city in the last week and it didnât matter that she was wearing her shortest summer dress because she felt like she was boiling alive.
âOkay, just remember you can change the motions and speed on the app, but I would recommend you start off slow so that you can adjustâ Mina spoke urgently on the phone, but Y/n could only focus on her apartment building as it came into view, her flip flops dragging against the pavement as she took hurried steps. âYes, yes just know that you owe me big time!â Y/n yelled into the phone.
Y/n wasnât experimental in any aspect of her life, she liked what she liked, and she knew what she didnât. Her life was simple, boring as Mina would describe it, but she preferred it that way, it had worked out for her, and she didnât see the need to stray from it. which had only made her that much more apprehensive when Mina came to her with the proposition of testing out one of the new sex toys her company was developing.
Y/n didnât like the idea at all, and she had even readied herself to decline but upon noticing the desperation in Minaâs eyes that late afternoon she just couldnât bring herself to say no. Y/n first-handedly witnessed how hard Mina had worked on this project and she couldnât be the reason behind its failure which had led her to reluctantly accept. It had only taken 4 days for the package to be delivered to her front door, the small box containing the pink bullet vibrator Mina had designed which was now nestled between her legs.
âI will kiss the ground you walk on after this!â Mina promised on the other end of the call which caused Y/n to laugh as she stepped into her building. her feet shuffled as she leaned forward to tap on the elevator button and She subconsciously pressed her legs together as she stood waiting for the doors to open, the low vibrations from the toy leaving her a bit out of breath.
âAlright, Iâll call you back later onâ Y/n huffed which caused Mina to giggle on the other end.
âHot and bothered already?â Mina joked which caused Y/nâs already flushed cheeks to deepen in color.
âShut up, itâs the heatâ Y/n yelled as she watched the elevator doors open.
âsureeeeeâ Mina teased which led Y/n to end the call without further explanation.
She stepped into the small space and pressed the button to her floor before standing all the way back into the corner, her back pressed into the mirrored wall behind her. Y/n bit her bottom lip as she watched the elevator doors close slowly. she didnât understand the buzz behind these sex toys or this market, the bullet wasnât even doing anything to stimulate her and if she was honest, the vibration alone was starting to irritate her.
Y/n was sure her hand could do a better job.
âHold it!â a voice shouted which caused Y/n to snap out of her frustrated trance, she reached forward and stopped the doors from shutting. The voiceâs owner rushed inside, and Y/n took in his flustered appearance as he turned back to thank her. She recognized him as the man who lived 2 doors away from her and was notoriously known for his loud parties and for the woman who came and went from his apartment. It had been more than a few times she had found herself knocking on his door at 3 am due to the loud music.
And if it wasnât for the fact that the guy was easy on the eyes she probably wouldâve already complained to management.
 His name is Chun-woo? Jungkook? Something like that she thought.
Y/n offered him a small and awkward smile before pressing herself against the wall once again. She rarely ever interacted with any of the residents in the building and today would not be the exception. She was already hot and sweaty and all she wanted to do was to get to her cool air-conditioned apartment and binge on her delicious snacks.
âItâs really hot outsideâ the man commented, tapping on the button that Y/n had already pressed earlier. She dragged her eyes over to his back and hummed, nodding her head in agreement.
âyouâre from apartment 902 right?â He glanced back at her, and she noticed the piercing that wrapped around the end of his bottom lip, she had never stood as close to him to notice it before and for some reason it only made him appear that much more handsome.
âYeahâ she smiled, squirming in the small space in which she stood.
Within the silence that soon overtook the small elevator, she could hear the way the man struggled to catch his breath, having fallen victim to the heat wave outside. His long black hair had stuck to the dampened skin of his forehead and his broad shoulders rose and fell as the elevator began to ascend.
Y/n tried to focus her eyes on the floor beneath her and not on the man who stood there with his back now turned to her but ever so often she would find herself staring at the white loose fitted t-shirt he wore, drenched with his sweat. She also tried to stop herself from biting down on her bottom lip while she noticed the muscles that pressed from the thin material around his shoulders while subconsciously rubbing her legs together.
It was rude to stare, she knew that, but the elevator was so crammed there were only so many alternative places she could look, and he was so tall, so broad and his tattooed arm called for her attention, the intricate colors and patterns leaving her in a tranceâŚshe blinked quickly, her cheeks turning crimson from the thoughts flooding through her mind.
She opted to stare at the ceiling instead, noticing the way the bright lights would flicker subtly as the elevator continued to climb levels, and then suddenly there came a pulsation from between her legs, one that was probably already there but she hadnât been able to notice before. Her eyes widened in horror as her mind registered the cause and her hand reached for her phone in urgency as the small vibrations from the small toy caused a faint sound inside the compact space.
âDo you hear that?â Jungkook spoke, turning to look at a very disheveled Y/n, she looked back to him in pure embarrassment, her fingers frantically searching for the app her best friend had downloaded onto her phone.Â
âMhm? Ah No, I think itâs the elevatorâ she giggled nervously and Jungkook nodded, biting down on his lip and turning to face the elevator doors once again.
Y/n had forgotten all about the small object that lowly vibrated inside of her, which was now causing her clit to pulsate painfully under her black thong. Her hands shook as she pressed on the pink icon shining through her screen, and her eyes scanned the app quickly trying to find the off button on the small evil little thing stuck inside her pussy.
âfuckâ she breathed as sweat beads began to form on her skin.
The panic running through her body didnât allow her to focus on the small words in front of her, no matter how hard she squinted. Her fingers continued to urgently press against random buttons, trying to shut off the damn thing but all she had accomplished was for it to change motions, going from a light vibration to full-on pumping. She covered her mouth in shock at the new movement and gripped the handrailing on her side for support.
âhow the fuck- âshe groaned.
âWhat was that?â Jungkook asked, looking at her through the reflection on the doors and for a moment she loathed how attentive this man was.
Y/n could only shake her head, her hand trembling against her phone while she tried to overpower the sensation taking over her body.
She had underestimated the damn thing, thinking all would be good if she kept it at a low tempo, who even goes to the store with a sex toy in their pussy? She cursed herself for the irrational idea.
She stared at the screen in concentration, soon finding the pulse button and beginning to tap on it frantically but the thing wouldnât budge and soon she felt the speed increase. Her mouth widened in horror; her eyes fluttered closed as the vibrations rocked through her body in waves and soon her breaths became extremely uneven. She hoped and prayed her neighbor wouldnât notice but Jungkook watched from the distorted reflection in front of him at how much she struggled to stay still.
She was sure the universe hated her, she must have been paying for some karmic event she had forgotten about because there was no way in hell this was happening to her.
Suddenly almost as if in coordination, the elevator began to tremble underneath her feet and then her eyes opened wide, was this a figment of her imagination? Was this a silly joke being played on her by the gods? Was this punishment for experimenting with her sex life?
The elevator shook uncontrollably causing Y/n to lose grip of the railing, she fell onto the floor with a loud thud, her bag of snacks ripping open and spilling its contents on the floor. The lights above her flickered on and off and then everything stopped.
Her heart, the rocking of the floor, her brain, and even the elevator came to an abrupt halt but not the vibrations between her legs, it was the only thing that remained as her body squirmed on the floor from the pulsations erupting from her clit. Â
âWhat the fuckâ Jungkook muttered as he held onto one of the railings, his arms strained with veins running under the skin as he was too shaken by the sudden tremble.
âDid we just have an earthquake?â he exclaimed while his eyes trailed to the spot where Y/n once stood but she was no longer there and then his eyes trailed down, where he found Y/n thrown across the floor along with her snacks. Jungkook let go of the railing and reached for her limp body in an attempt to help her.
âHey, are you okay?â he asked, taking a step towards her but Y/n squirmed, backing into the wall behind her.
âHey, relaxâ he spoke, his voice but a whisper as he grabbed onto her arm and lifted her off from the floor. She whimpered as he brought her back onto her feet, her hands holding onto his forearms for support.
âI think weâre stuckâ he concluded, unable to feel the motion of the elevator beneath his feet. Y/n didnât say a word, afraid that her attempts at speaking would demonstrate the utter pleasure she was in, and she was mortified. Jungkook noticed the way she slightly trembled underneath his touch, her eyes looking up at his in fear and then an urgency to calm her came over him.
âdonât worry, we can just call someone to help usâ he removed his eyes from the agitated woman and scanned the panel at the side of the door, reaching to tap on the red button at the very end. Y/n could only focus on 2 things, the wetness that soon pooled through the thin fabric of her panties and the feeling of his hand on her arm.
His hands were big and soft, and she could feel the small callouses on his palm pressing against her skin. She had to get out of this situation and quickly, she could feel the pressure building in her gut and it was familiar to the one she always got when pleasuring herself during late nights.
She was going to come.
She shouldâve been focused on the elevator, on trying to get out of the cramped space, and not on coming undone in front of her neighbor from 2 doors down while he held her. She pushed aside her current desires and removed her eyes from Jungkook's hand on her arm. She carefully scanned the floor for her cell phone and once in her view, she bent down to collect it, her hand fumbling with the device as she picked it up from the floor.
When she turned it over, her heart plummeted. The screen had cracked completely, a few pieces of glass missing, and the screen blinked in different colors in front of her. at that very moment, she wished the elevator would plummet down to her death, she gasped for air as the realization hit her that the only other option she had was to remove the little bullet herself, but she couldnât, she wouldnât.
What would her neighbor think? She would have to move from the building entirely to escape from the humiliation alone. What would she even say? oh, hey yeah hold on a minute let me remove my SEX TOY from my vaginaâŚshe was mortified.
Her attention was drawn back to the elevator in which she stood as a voice appeared from within the small speaker inside the panel and her heart skipped a beat at the sudden relief that someone would come to help her leave this hellish predicament.
âSun tower, how can we help you?â
âUh yea, listen weâre stuck in the elevatorâ Jungkook spoke his hand reaching to wipe away some of the sweat forming on his face.
âOh yes sir, sorry about that the building has lost power due to the heat but no worries we are working on the issue, and the elevator should be up and running in no timeâ Y/n groaned in frustration, deciding it would be best to move away from Jungkookâs touch entirely and found her place back to the corner of the elevator.
âHow long do you think itâll take?â Jungkook sighed, growing frustrated with the entire situation.
âMhmm, it should take about an hourâ the person informed. Y/n jolted in surprise, An hour!? Y/n wouldnât be able to hold off for an hour. Her legs were trembling, and her heart was beating abnormally fast against her chest. She knew her body and she had a good 5 minutes at best. She ran to the speaker, attempting to focus on controlling her body as she screamed into it in desperation.
âNo sirâ she moaned, her teeth coming down to bite down harshly on her lips as she attempted to contain herself âYou donât understand I need to get out of here!â her hands held onto the elevator panel for dear life, and she was almost at the verge of tears. âSorry maâam we are doing everything we canâ Her breaths were uneven as she retracted from the wall, her hands falling by her sides in defeat.
Jungkook noticed the way she struggled to breathe, her chest heaving as she attempted to bring oxygen to her lungs and his eyes squinted in suspicion.
âHey, are you okayâ he asked again, taking a few steps towards her but Y/n raised her hands, her stare darkened and blurred. âPlease just stay on that sideâ she panted, her legs pressing together once again as she battled with another moan that sat on her tongue.
âAre you claustrophobic?â Jungkook asked and oh how Y/n wished that was the reason her body convulsed in the way it did now, her extremities shaking at the feeling of the sex toy vibrating inside of her.
âI-iâ she whimpered, attempting to form words but her brain was too consumed by the pumping between her legs, her hands reaching to force her hips from buckling at the feeling. She promised herself she would never speak to Mina again, this was all her fault, she didnât even want to do this and now she was masturbating in front of this complete stranger. She leaned over and her mouth fell wide open, a loud yelp falling from within.
âwoahâ Jungkook rushed to her side, his hands reaching to give her support but that only caused her to shiver, the stimulation of both the toy and the man holding her throwing her into complete disarray.
âWhat is that buzzing sound?â Jungkook asked again, his eyes falling on the floor in an attempt to find the source, but he was met with bags of chips and bottles of water. He focused his hearing on the sound, it was faint, but it was there, and it was driving him crazy. He followed the sound and once his eyes reached the exposed skin of Y/n legs, he looked up into her eyes in surprise.
She looked back at him in embarrassment, her face reddened in shame as sweat trickled down her forehead. She didnât have the energy to pretend anymore or to try to explain how she wasnât a sex addict of some sort, she could no longer control what was happening, deciding that she was no match against the orgasm that would soon rock through her.
âAre you? - âhis eyes looked into hers and a moan escaped her lips in response. His body tensed at the realization, but he couldnât take his eyes off hers, entranced by the way she trembled underneath his hands. âIs that?â he gulped looking back down to her shaking legs.
âah fuckâ Y/n moaned, burying her face into his chest, the action causing Jungkookâs heart to leap out of its position. he shouldâve been focusing on the predicament they were in, how it would take an hour for the apartment to get them out of there, how hot it had gotten in the cramped space, but he could only think about the girl who was coming undone in his arms, soft pants and moans erupting from her lips into his chest.
âMy phoneâ she whimpered âAh my phone is brokenâ She gripped his arms trying to regain control of her body but it was no use, she had been pushed past her limit and she could feel her arousal drip from between her legs.
Jungkook couldnât ignore the way her whimpers caused goosebumps on his skin, the way her soft moans called upon his member to rise and press against the fabric of his underwear. It was wrong and he knew it, she was vulnerable and unraveling in front of him, but he couldnât fight it, he was salivating at the thought of what her pussy would look like underneath the skirt of her dress, he imagined it glistening with her juices as the toy moved inside of her and his dick quivered underneath the constraints of his clothes.
âCan I-? âHe whispered his half-lidded eyes glancing into hers with lust and desperation.
âCan I help you?â Jungkook gulped, his body tensing at the question. He wouldnât be surprised if she pushed him back and screamed at him, in under different circumstances he probably wouldnât have been so upfront, but they had an hour to kill and it almost pained him to see her like this, the toy not being able to assist her in the way he knew he could.
It took a moment too long for Y/n to realize what he was asking, it was not like she was even in the right state of mind to think over anything at that moment yet, she nodded her head miserably, her eyes shutting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body whilst she permitted him to assist her.
âShhh donât worry, Iâll take care of youâ Jungkook whispered into her ear which lured a moan out of her lips.
He moved in front of her, and his eager mouth found hers, their lips melting as they slid against each other, Jungkook felt the warmth of her skin as she pressed her body into his and his hands snaked along the fabric of her short dress. She was so complaint, so willing and it was driving him over the edge. He responded by pressing his body against hers and she soon felt Jungkookâs prominent boner against her lower belly.
She wondered how long he had been that hard, how long was he pondering if he could fuck herâŚY/n wasnât like this, she didnât think about these things, and she also wasnât often so eager to fuck a stranger in the elevator. She couldnât control herself; she needed relief, and she needed it fast.
âmm gonna take it outâ Jungkook dragged his lips away from hers with a hum and trailed his fingers down to the hem of her dress. Y/n whimpered as he teased her, his fingers hovering over the skin of her thighs which were tightly pressed together in an attempt to stop her wetness from dripping down her legs.
âIs that okay?â Jungkook whispered, staring back into her eyes with hunger and she was sure that look alone was going to have her spazzing in a short moment.
He guided his hand past her thighs, his fingers brushing by the hem of her panties and hooking his fingers along them, Y/n threw her head back in pleasure at the intrusion, her legs shaking beneath her as he played with the lace material that was between his digits.
âp-pleaseâ she begged, her body trembling from the mere anticipation.
Jungkook smirked at the sight before him, he loved the control he had, loved the fact that she needed him. he unhooked his fingers and dipped his hand inside her panties, turning it over so that his palm was now facing her sensitive clit and applied just enough pressure to make her squirm.
âFuck, youâre wetâ Jungkook hissed, his lips finding shelter on the exposed skin of her neck.
âp-pleaseâ Y/n whimpered, unable to repress the longing from between her legs.
Jungkook dipped his hand down further, finding the toy embedded between her warm walls, and groaned at the feeling of her juices coating his fingers as he slowly extracted the toy from its rightful home. The pink little object vibrated against his hand, and he chuckled lowly at the feeling, Y/n sighed in relief, perhaps thinking that was the end of her torment.
Her pussy pulsated sorely, her mind clouded by the impending climax that pressed down on her gut and she needed it, she needed it badly. She pulled Jungkook closer and crashed her mouth into his with eagerness. She would often hear the screams of pleasure that poured out of Jungkookâs apartment when she walked past his door and right now, she needed him to help her in the same way.
Y/n reached for the strings of his sweatpants and quickly undid the knot there, pulling them down from his waist and then dipping her hand into his underwear where she found his rock-hard cock, painfully quivering against the material. Jungkook groaned into her mouth, his body lurching forward at the sensation of her warm hand stroking him under his Calvin Kleins.
âfuckâ he muttered as he pulled away from her kiss, his eyes fluttering close.
âI want to fuck you so badâ he groaned, his hands reaching to caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
âThen fuck meâ Y/n moaned, and it didnât take more than a second for Jungkook to turn her around and press her against the mirror of the elevator, his hands moving quickly to pull down her black thong and throwing it across the floor. He parted her legs and Y/n watched from the reflection as he licked his lips in admiration.
She didnât know what she had gotten herself into and she sure as hell wasnât prepared but she didnât care, she needed his cock inside of her walls and thatâs all she could think about.
Jungkook pushed down his underwear, exposing his cock as he gave it a few more pumps before aligning himself to her welcoming pussy. He watched her arousal drip from her core, and he whimpered at the sight. it was all that he had expected and more, he slowly dragged the tip of his cock against her wet folds which caused Y/n to yelp, her hands reaching to grip the handrails for support.
They moaned in unison as he entered her walls, her legs bucking as he began to move himself inside of her. Jungkook moved slowly, patiently waiting for her to adjust to his length but the feeling of her walls gripping him tightly like his dick was meant to be there was urging him to lose control and it didnât help that he had a full view of her ass while his dick retracted from her pussy ever so slightly.
âf-fuck me harderâ she moaned, and Y/n was sure she had never used those words before, but it was all the instructions Jungkook needed to pick up his pace. He began to thrust roughly inside of her, his hands coming down to hold her hips in place, keeping her from moving away as he pounded into her. Y/n leaned her head against the mirror, her mouth wide open as whimpers and moans fell from it.
The small elevator was soon filled with the symphony of moans and skin clashing together, Y/n could feel a burning sensation building as Jungkook kept his tempo, his black locks hanging over his face as he continued to ram into her. his hand came down quickly against her ass cheek, leaving a red imprint there and Y/n screamed in excitement.
âlook how good youâre taking itâ Jungkook moaned as he watched his wet cock retract and enter into her pussy over and over again. he reached underneath where their bodies remained interlinked and pressed the vibrating bullet that was still in his hand against her clit. Y/n yelped; her eyes fluttering shut at the sudden action.
âCome on, be a good girl, you know you can take itâ he hummed his eyes taking in the way he was completely destroying her. He removed his other hand from her hip and reached to grab her arms, pulling them behind her back and pinning them tightly together on her lower back. Y/n shrieked in pleasure, sweat dripping down the sides of her face.
Jungkook moved his hips skillfully as he fucked into her, his eyes remaining on the view of her ass trembling as his cock glistened with her juices. It was beautiful and it only made his cock pulse with anticipation. He bit down on his lip as groans poured from his chest. never in a million years did he ever think he would be fucking his neighbor but never in a million years did he ever want to stop.
Y/n felt her clit vibrate against the toy, the nerves there buzzing with enjoyment. Her arousal dripped from between her legs onto the silicone material and down Jungkookâs hand, but he kept it pressed there while he hammered into her. She didnât know if she liked it rough but whatever it was, he was doing, she wanted him to keep going. Â
âCome for me babyâ he moaned, licking his lips as if he was tasting her juices in his mouth. âI know how badly you want to comeâ his hand came down harshly against her ass cheek again and Y/n responded with a yelp. Y/n was bent over, her tits flowing past her dress and her hair a mess, but she could only focus on the feeling of Jungkookâs balls slapping against her clit, the bullet that worked hard to keep up with Jungkookâs thrusts, and the way this man was fucking her into oblivion.
It felt good, fuck that, it felt amazing.
Jungkook plunged into her pussy with such need, with such desire that she was sure he was close to his climax as well. Y/nâs walls clenched around his cock, urging him to come undone inside of her and Jungkook groaned loudly, his hips beginning to move with a mind of their own as he searched for his own relief.
âAh'm gonna comeâ Y/n yelled, her legs giving out from under her as they began to tremble, but Jungkook held her, and gave her the support she needed. He pressed her against the mirror and continued his pace, his eyes trailing to the reflection in front of them.
âLook at us baby, look how good you look while I fuck into youâ he whispered into Y/nâs ear, his eyes falling on her hooded eyes and reddened cheeks. Her walls were tight and warm, and he knew he wouldnât last long, his hand fell on her hip once more, gripping it there while he continued to drive into her quickly. Y/n couldnât take her eyes from his strained arms, the way his veins stuck out from underneath the skin as he gave her his all, it was almost poetic and thatâs all it took for her to reach the peak, her body shuddering against the wall and Jungkookâs chest. Y/n couldnât hear anything, her eyes falling tightly shut as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her senses were completely gone as she tried to control herself and then there was a sudden warmness dripping from her core, it dripped down her legs and onto the floor.
âFuck, you squirted babyâ Jungkook groaned, his hips buckled and with one last hard thrust, he came into her quenched walls. He let out a trail of curse words Y/n couldnât make out, too stuck on the way she had unraveled.
She had never felt something so euphoric, and she felt guilty about it.
Jungkook removed the toy that had remained pressed against her clit and threw it on the floor beside them. the bullet buzzed and jolted on the floor before turning off. Y/n blinked her eyes open and stared at the floor in shock, the little fucking thing had finally given out after tormenting her for so long, but she was too high off her orgasm, unable to find any other emotion but relief.
She turned over and looked up at Jungkook, his face was flushed just like hers and sweat dripped from his forehead as he adjusted his dick back in his sweats, a small smirk appearing on his face once he glanced back at her. He reached down to grab her thong and assisted her with slipping it back up her legs, his stare remaining on her. He took in how her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath she took. His fingers glided upward against the sides of her legs as he brought her panties back, his hands landing on the sides of her hips before grabbing the hem of her dress and sliding the fabric down to its rightful place.
Y/n was beyond embarrassed and sore, she didnât know what to say to the man who had just fucked her literally senseless. Thank You? no that was fucking ridiculous. She reached for her bottle of water and extended her arm out to Jungkook, offering him some refreshment, it was the best she could do given the circumstances.
âHere, drink someâ she smiled while Jungkook reached for the bottle, removing the cap and bringing it to his lips, taking a large gulp.
âdonât use those stupid toys anymore, next time just knock on my doorâ Jungkook muttered, passing her the bottle. Y/n nodded biting down on her lip before taking a drink herself.
âHello! Is everyone okay? we are coming in to get you outâ a voice yelled from outside the elevator doors. They both giggled at each other before innocently standing side by side waiting to be freed from the confined space. Â
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your roommate never knew when to keep his hands off, even when you were asleep
cw: dubcon, somno, dark!jj
jj knew what he was doing was disgusting, he knew that it was pervy and creepy and gross and every name under the sun for just straight up wrong. itâs not that he didnât feel bad but the pleasure and satisfaction he gained every night, jerking off into his hand with the image of you naked, with the pellets of water trickling down you wore greater than his conscious
when youâd moved in,a couple months ago, there was a silent reminder in his head to not scare you away or push any boundaries but he couldnât help but have a slight inkling that you wanted him to prey, you wanted him to push and play to his limit. the way you would leave your panties laying out on the floor, it was like you wanted him to pick them up and fist them around his dick, inevitably cumming into them
or how youâd shower with the door open just enough so he could see the outline of your tits through the foggy shower door. he knew he sounded like a perv when ranting on about it to the brunette boy, hands flailing about, mumbling about how âsheâs gotta be doing it on purposeâŚi mean - wh-why elseâ earning a questionable stare from john b who scoffs out about him being a full on classic creep
it was so so conflicting, he knew he shouldnât - you were probably just being naive, your usual sweet mindset blurring the sultryness within your actions but he couldnât help but use your actions as justification for what he was doing. you wouldâve said something by now id it bothered you, right?
but it wasnât always weird,there were quiet domestic moments aswell, like tonight.
the loud rumble of thunder was enough to make you squeal eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde in front of you, who continued to stuff food in his mouth âjayyyâ the slight tease in your whine was impossible to miss as the word left your mouth âlets sleep together tonightâ you ask, eyes opened wide and focused on him, leaving him to struggle to understand the meaning behind the question
âwhatâ the blonde in front deadpans, ears in disbelief of what heâs hearing - mind already rushing to the stickiest of ickys
âjust hate storms and mâgonna not be able to sleepâ you respond and as the words fall from your mouth, his figure visibly relaxes as soon as he hears the nonchalance in your voice in your words - god he has to get his head out of the gutter!
âright-rightâŚuhh yeah- i mean i donât mindâ he rambles, struggling to hide the rising pink in his cheek aswell as the rising boner in his pants. it was going to be so so so hard to behave well when youâd be right next to him, your pretty pussy just a couple inches away, how was he supposed to resist himself
âthanks jayâ make sure not to kickâ you giggle before pressing a light kiss to the side of his cheek, continuing to walk off towards the bathroom. he couldnât describe the feeling in his stomach as he watched you, excitement? guilt? shame? whatever it was, it had to be pushed down until the late night dawned upon the both of you - when heâll find out how bad he can really be
the sight of you softly snoring in his bed, arms tucked beneath your head as you curled away from the wall, would have been cute if it wasnât for the raging boner that poked through his boxers. youâd hit the sack quite early leaving jj and his twisted mind alone, jerking off in the shower of all the lewd fantasies stored in his head.
he wouldnât. he couldnât. thatâs what the blonde repeated in his head as he rest beside you, keeping some distance between the two of you, trying to close his eyes and sleep - hoping his mind could clear before the morning. his large figure slowly relaxed, slowly drifting to sleep. and thatâs when he felt it your leg carelessly shifting underneath the covers, grazing against his dick, making it jump.
he was convinced. you were doing it on purpose, you had to be. but when he saw your limp body, pressed against the bed, dead to the world around you, he couldnât help but groan. what if you were truly so naive that all your actions were done out of pure thoughtlessness, heâd be disgusting- youâd probably never want to speak to him again
but it was getting impossibly hard to ignore your foot dancing around his already hard cock leading a soft groan from him. the call of your name from him falls on deaf ears as you continue to sleep, not aware of the turmoil youâre causing him. âgod mâgoing to hellâ he whispers to himself as he shifts closer, forehead hovering over yours
he wished he could blame it on something like heâd drunk to much or that he was high out of his mind, but he wasnât - the only drug that consumed him was the presence of you, clouding his every thought and action. the long strand of blonde that kissed his forehead now grazed against yours as his fingers traced down the length of your body, dipping between your legs, rubbing against your clothed mound.
the heat between your legs was enough to warm him on the unseasonably cold night, thumb stroking against your clit causing you to shift. he panicked for a second, taking your stirring as a sign of you waking up but he was wrong. you were moving because you liked it - he watched as your mouth parted softly, a soft whimper filling the air as you continued to squirm beneath him
it didnât take long before he slipped your panties off, throwing them to some corner of the room - careful not to wake you. he watched as you writhed at the feel of the cool air breezing against your bare pussy, fingers having a mind of their own as they pushed into you. god you were so tight, he could feel the ache in his pants as he continued to thrust his finger into you. he couldnât help but watch your eyebrows raise, mouth opening to let out an inaudible moan âmâsorry so so sorryâ he heaved out, before adding another finger, watching you hiss at the intrusion.
you were making a mess on his hand and between your legs with each thrust of his and all he could think was how good you were taking it, wondering what noises youâd be making if you were awake - would you grab at his wrist and make him slow down if he went too fast? would you reach down and rub your aching clit?would you whine at him to stop?
he felt a sudden urge, he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to feel your lips against his as he curled his fingers that were wedged deep inside you. he moved even closer, dipping his head down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips as he thrust his fingers harshly in you making you all putty in his arms
it was rough the way he pulled out, fingers resting against your thighs but he was desperate, his cock had been painfully poking against the fabric of his shorts waiting for some sort of stimulation. it was bad, it was so so bad but what was worse was that he stopped caring,it was a need to feel your gummy walls sucking you in, to watch your face contort into a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slams into you
youâd understand right? i mean you had to with the way youâd tortured him for so long, how youâd walk around wearing next to nothing or how youâd rub up against him. he remembers wanting nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and dick you down like the good little whore you were but how could he, you werenât a whore - far from it actually, you were his sweet little angel that he wanted to corrupt, the little lamb that the big bad wolf wanted to bite into
he spent every minute trying to savour this moment, slowly pulling of his boxers throwing them next to your panties - making a mental note to take them later. he wished he couldâve been gentle and soft and sweet but he didnât have it in him that night, he wanted you to feel the ache heâs been feeling.
the whine that left your mouth was loud as the blonde slammed into you, stilling with his movement - soaking in the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him that left him wanting to paint your insides with his cum.shocked at your still state, deep sleeper he thought- who knows maybe he can have more fun
for a minute he stayed stilled feeling every pulse or clench of your little pussy, he was disgusting! but he didnât care, what he cared about was how your face would look like when you cum? how youâd look like when you wake and see the pool of white between your legs? that was enough for him to begin drilling his cock into you, the once silent room being filled with his low groans and the sound of skin slapping
âso good fâme⌠huh?â he breathed out âwanna cum so-fuck so-deep inside youâŚ.fill you with all my babiesâ his pace didnât falter as youâd tossed against him, body shocked by the harsh and sudden intrusion. his right hand travelled down from the side of your hips to your bright red clit, pinching it softly causing your brows to furrow
âsorry babyâŚ. just needed to do thatâ he laughed out, head falling down to the dip in your neck, breathing against the skin âfuck-â the blonde could feel his high coming close, he fastens his face getting ready to empty himself inside of you âfuck fuck fuck mâcomingâ the blonde curses, eyes screwed tightly as he spurts out a fat load inside you, moaning with every slight movement. he watched as you spasmed around him, your own high being provoked by his - he couldnât miss the way your back slightly arched, heâd bet you were in heaven right now - well atleast he was
following a few sloppy thrusts, he flops against your sleeping body, looking up to see your face, god you looked so innocent! you hadnât even known the way heâd violated you yet and something in him ached for you to find out, for you to wake up to the feel of his morning wood, throbbing inside of you and feel the sticky pool of cum that formed beneath you. and he couldnât help but thrust deeper inside of you, chin resting against your head - slowly feeling his eyes close, heâll deal with the aftermath in the morning but for now he wanted to sleep wedged inside you, sweaty bodies pressed together
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it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)
i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.
i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.
i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.
in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.
i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.
i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.
my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.
i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.
i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.
it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.
almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.
i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.
i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.
write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.
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getting hit on while they're in a relationship (bnd) Ë Âˇ .
ot6 reaction, fluff, this is a little unserious, established relationship
warnings: reader is referred to as girlfriend
more under the cut!
a/n: i had way too much fun writing this one >#<! thank you for requesting, anon!!!
sungho Ë â・Ë
đâË he'll be waiting in line to grab your favorite cafe order on his way home when someone suddenly taps him on his shoulder
đâË the girl would be like "hi. i'm sorry if this is weird, but you're really attractive. can i get your number?"
đâË sungho would probably handle it normally, smiling politely before shaking his head
đâË he'd simply say "i have a girlfriend" before turning back around, but then the girl goes "so what?"
đâË he spins around so quick, gravity literally stops, his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked because huh?
đâË "excuse me?"
đâË he's genuinely so offended, and the girl just smiles at him before nudging her phone at him
đâË he'd be like "you're insane." before leaving the cafe, immediately calling you in a huff
đâË he's so fired up, just recounting the entire event to you and you're giggling from the other end of the line because he's so cute when he's upset
đâË "are you laughing at me? seriously?"
đâË and you'd just be like "so does that mean i'm not getting my coffee...?"
Ë âď˝ĄË riwooÂ
đâË he's waiting for his churro order to be called while you secure a spot in the long ferris wheel line when a girl taps him on the arm
đâË at first, he thinks its you and that you just got bored of waiting, so he turns around with a big smile
đâË his smile drops so fast when it's a stranger, holding out her phone with an empty contact screen
đâË she'll be like "can i get your number?" with a smile and riwoo starts wishing you could teleport here to scare her off for him
đâË he immediately starts to internally freak out because this never usually happens to him so he's just blinking at her
đâË he's literally about to pass out, palms getting sweaty
đâË he hates confrontation so he just quietly bows a bit and goes "no sorry." before quickly grabbing his order, scurrying off with the churros in tow
đâË as soon as he makes it back to you, there's the biggest pout on his face... he literally saw his life flash before his eyes
đâË he confesses right away because it makes him feel even more anxious to not tell you, so he goes "someone tried to get my number" before pursing his lips
đâË you'll laugh a bit and be like "did you give it to them?" and he'd be like "no??? baby don't joke like that" ><
jaehyun Ë â・ËÂ
đâË mr. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'M MARRIED!!!"
đâË one of his old friends from high school would approach him at some group hangout, heavily flirting and hitting on him
đâË at first, he would nervously laugh and look around at all his friends because he thinks she's just joking
đâË like he's genuinely so confused that someone would hit on him because he thought he was pretty vocal about being in a relationship
đâË when he realizes she's genuinely trying to get in his pants, he quickly backs away and puts his hands out in front of him
đâË he'd be like "i'm in a relationship" and if she persists, he gets pretty upset
đâË like does she really think he'd cheat on you, the most perfect person on this plant? hell no.
đâË "should i call my girlfriend and have her tell you herself?"
đâË and the girl would be like "yeah, go ahead and call your 'girlfriend'." and that would just piss jaehyun off so much, he's facetiming you right away
đâË smiles proudly when you cuss that girl out through the phone, successfully scaring her away
đâË would probably blow a bunch of kisses to the screen and say he'll be home soon so he can thank you <3
Ë âď˝ĄË taesan
đâË if a girl approaches him while he's at the store, he'd literally just ignore her for as long as he can
đâË she'd be like "you're cute. can i have your instagram?" and he would pretend that his headphones are too loud and he can't hear anything
đâË (nothing's playing)
đâË side eyes her to keep watch like a cat, subtly trying to move further and further away from her to avoid confrontation
đâË in his short moment of peace, he'll text you and be like "this girl is trying to hit on me lol" and you'd be like "i told you i should've came with </3 i can't let my sexy boyfriend out in the wild by himself!!!"
đâË if she taps him on his shoulder, he puts on the meanest face (you guys know the one) and monotonously goes "i'm not interested."
đâË she'd go "well, how can i make you interested? ;)" and taesan would give her the most blank stare ever
đâË he'd say "fight to the death with my girlfriend and sees who wins." and then disappears down another isle before calling you
đâË "baby, i think i just sacrificed you on accident"
đâË "taesan what."
leehan Ë â・ËÂ
đâË a girl will approach him while he's at the mall buying you a gift, subtly trying to rizz him up by complimenting him
đâË leehan would take the compliments with grace, trying to hide his confusion as to why she's being so persistent
đâË finally, she'll pull out her phone and be like "can i have your number?" and that's when it'll finally click that she's hitting on him
đâË he just laughs a little and goes "my girlfriend wouldn't like that." and she'd go "well, your girlfriend doesn't have to know."
đâË his kind smile would drop so quick and he'd just look at her like ??? who the hell is this freak
đâË "i'm not interested. now, if you'll excuse me..." and then he's slipping past her, pulling out his phone to text you about what just happened
đâË smiles to himself fondly when you send a very verbal, very vulgar text cussing her out
đâË "read that out loud to her"
đâË "i'm not going to do that. i love you though."
đâË "i'll read it out loud myself. i'm omw."
Ë âď˝ĄË woonhak
đâË when a random girl asks woonhak if he's free after school, he's immediately on edge because 1. he's never seen her before and 2. she is not you
đâË she'd shyly be like "i've had a crush on you for a long time and wanted to get to know you better..." and woonhak would just blink at her before shaking his head with a small smile, waving his hands
đâË "oh, i'm sorry, i'm already in a relationship," he'd tell her and instead of her getting sad, she'd get angry
đâË "i don't even know why you like her." and that would set woonhak off
đâË he'd sit up straight and look directly into that girl's eyes with the most fiery look before defending you for at least a minute straight
đâË "you will never be y/n, so keep her name out of your mouth. i love my girlfriend! how dare you even----" and he just goes on and on and on and on
đâË the girl would probably leave the room in tears, rushing past you as you enter the empty classroom to meet woonhak
đâË "what was that about?" you ask as woonhak comes over to hug you, resting his chin on top of your head with a small smile
đâË "no idea."
đâË "woonhak, what did you do?"
đâË "...i did what was necessary..."
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Cool Girl
Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / masterlist / warning: cancer
âWait⌠Iâm sorry, I⌠I think I misheard youâŚâ
The doctor gives you a very kind, but very practiced smile and pats your hand gently. âItâs a brain tumor.â
Oh god. Oh my god. Youâre going to throw up. White hot fear rockets up your spine, spreading through every nerve, vessel, piece of tissue like a crack of lightning, obliterating everything in its path.
A tumor. A brain tumor.
âOkay⌠uh,â you donât know where to begin. What kind of questions do you ask? What happens next? âDo I⌠get surgery or something? What⌠what do I do?â She nods, pointing to something on the tablet screen, scans of your brain lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
Sheâs explaining something to you, something you donât really understand, but you vaguely catch the end of it. â-to try to shrink it. The chemo will hopefully do that for us, and we can move to next steps.â Chemo. Chemo?
âOh.â
âI know this is a lot to take in, but weâre going to do everything we can.â Everything we can?
She sends you home with a stack of papers, pamphlets, and more appointments than you could possibly remember.
Your empty apartment suddenly feels more sad, more morose than it ever has before, and for the hundredth time today, you think of Simon and Johnny.
Pathetically, you want to call them.
Maybe Simon would let Johnny come over. Maybe heâd let Johnny hold you.
Maybe Simon would even want to hold you too. You snort. Unlikely.
Instead of someone to lay with, be with, you slip fitfully into a restless sleep, buried in a pile of pillows.
Your days turn into Russian roulette.
You meet your oncologist, you start chemo. You take medical leave from work, considering you canât do anything except go back and forth between appointments, and try not to think about the monster thatâs living in your head, sucking you dry. Mornings roll into nights, and you become some sort of zombie, dragging your feet around the building, unable to eat, unable to sleep.
You can sometimes stomach soup though. Soup of all kinds, chicken noodle, ramen, tomato, you name it. It takes two weeks for you to get through your mostly broth diet before youâre forced out into the world to buy some more.
The grocery store is a nightmare. The lights are too bright, the people are too loud, and itâs freezing, even though most people are in shorts and short sleeves.
Youâre bundled up. Itâs a little ridiculous.
You take your time in the soup aisle with your basket, glancing over your options, trying to push down your nausea and figure out what you might feel like eating later. Itâs a daunting task, considering what you threw up before you left the flat.
You fill your basket with as much as you think you might need, ignoring the throbbing in your head as much as possible, and round the corner to the frozen section, looking for some ice cream. Something sweet doesnât sound so bad, you think. Maybe some mint chocolate, or cookies and cream.
You stand in front of the frosted doors, debating your options, oblivious to the world.
Oblivious until you hear someone calling your name.
When you turn your head, thereâs a flash of a mohawk from the corner of your eye, and then Johnny is standing in front of you with his jaw dropped.
âOh. Hi.â
âHi?â He bleats. âHi? Bonnie, ye⌠ye look-â
âLike shit?â You finish for him, unimpressed, and he shakes his head.
âNo. Sick. Are ye alright?â Truly, you want to lie. Throw yourself at his feet and beg him to come home with you, cuddle you, help you.
You canât though. You know you canât.
Johnnyâs heart doesnât belong to you. Neither does Simonâs.
âOh, yeah Iâm fine. Just tired.â His eyes narrow, your own heart bleeds. âSwear.â He shakes his head.
âYeâre lying.â Youâre about to tell him to mind his business, to tell him youâre not his business anymore, when his eyes go incredibly soft, and he steps closer. âIf this is about what happened-â
âI donât⌠I canât do this.â You move away, backwards. âI just wanted to get some ice cream. I donât want to do this with you.â You cast a mournful look at the freezers behind him, and then turn away, a barely there goodbye whispered over your shoulder.
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Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (2)
 I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' 
PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader
SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.
or;
in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.
GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (in part 2) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.
PLAYLIST: right here!
WORD COUNT (full fic): 40k (im actually embarrassed)
Part 1: 20.2k | Part 2: 20k
masterlist
WARNINGS : slowburn, angst, fluff, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, smut, making out, breast play, fingering (f. receiving), p in v sex (protected + unprotected), oral (f. receiving) uhhhh i think that's it lmk tho
[A/N]: Part 2 !! shit goes down in this one so be prepared ig lmao. thank you for the love on part 1, i hope you enjoy the finale too hehe
For the third time this week, you wish you could squeeze your brotherâs brains with your own two hands and watch it explode like a grape without legal repercussions. Or parental ones.Â
You slam your phone down on the counter after you end your conversation with him, frustrated as you watch the empty shelf where you left your dinner for today in the fridge last night, and the other green box that was actually your brothers. Refusing to eat the dry PB&J he usually packs for himself, you slam the fridge door shut, trudging out the door to leave for work, thoroughly annoyed at the prospect of needing to eat out.Â
Itâs gone forgotten for most of the day, that is until the clock hits eight and you feel your stomach grumble, immediately putting you in a sour mood as you remember you couldnât enjoy your pasta because your brother was enjoying your pasta. You only had another hour left, supposing you could wait till you get home to make dinner yourself, not feeling the burger joint across the street in the slightest. Eating a moonpie to satiate yourself for the time being, you go back to stocking the shelves for the new LP shipment, making a vague mental note to ask Mingyu if Jia liked the gift he picked out a couple weeks ago.Â
Your opportunity arises almost automatically as you walk over to greet whoever came in, abandoning the opened box of bubble wrapped LPs as you hear the bell chime softly at the front of the store. Â
Mingyu was here (again), hands occupied with a bag, looking relieved to find you emerging from the shelves.Â
âOh, youâre here. I was afraid you left already,â he says, smiling slightly.Â
âWouldâve been closed if I did.â You nudge your head towards the clearly unlocked door, donning the neon open sign.Â
He looks a little dumb, turning to look at the door. âOh. Right.â
You canât help but smile a little. âCaught me at a good time though, I was just about to start wrapping up here.âÂ
He suddenly looks like heâs reminded of what heâs come here for, placing the bag on the desk next to him. âSeok told me to drop this off for you, he said itâs food.âÂ
Snorting, you take a look at the inside to find takeout from your favourite pasta place, which also happens to be your most expensive favourite pasta place. Seokmin felt bad enough to spend extra dollars on your dinner tonight, you guessed you could forgive him.Â
You sigh as you speak. âAnd you strike as his errand boy yet again, sorry heâs been making you do all this.âÂ
âDid he piss you off?â Mingyu asks.
âHm? Heâs been pissing me off all week, this is him trying to get on my good side before I spit in his coffee.âÂ
He laughs at that, a toothy smile that has your stomach lurching. The flashback was brief but vivid all the same, his grin triggering a long forgotten memory. You could almost see the black studs in his ears again, his bangs falling in chunks on his forehead, his face turning into the boyish sixteen year old recollection on your kitchen counter, drinking cans of Monster and helping you lie to your mom.Â
âExplains why he was ready to drop that much on a bowl of pasta.âÂ
âHey, itâs good.âÂ
âI donât doubt it.â He grins, âIâm gonna leave your pasta in your loving embrace, I have to feed my car now. Been putting it off till payday.â
âOh, right. Thanks for dropping this off though, appreciate it.â You offer him a tight lipped smile. One that he returns, canines almost glinting in the light (but thatâs just you).Â
âNo worries, Iâll see ya around.â You donât remember what you were meant to ask him until heâs long jingled the glass door shut, walking to his parked car. You supposed it could wait, Jia wouldâve liked anything he got her. You could ask him later, not wanting to have him turn around to answer the obvious question.Â
The opportunity does not arise as easily as it did this time, a couple weeks passing in relative uneventful indifference, slow days at the store and nights in seven days a week. You were starting to wish youâd taken summer classes while you were stuck here anyway, the mundane days pushing you to believe youâd rather be busy than inexplicably bored. Itâs not until your brother has a near mental breakdown from only having a sister as his main recreational contact that thereâs a change.Â
Mingyu sits on your couches in the dark, useless blanket thrown over his torso as both of his sock clad feet hang out in the air. To be fair, nobodyâs looking at anybody as the eyes remain on yet another unnecessary explosion on the screen. You vaguely wonder how the ship hasnât sunk yet.Â
âWhat the fuck do you mean heâs been alive this whole time?â Seokmin utters, voice thick with the entire stick of butter he stuck into his bowl of popcorn.Â
âWho funded this?â Mingyu mumbles from the other end, a deep frown etched on his face.Â
âThe people who funded the other three monstrosities.â You roll your eyes, inching your way into a sitting position, the ache making its way into the crick of your neck.Â
âThereâs more?!â The prospect had Mingyu hurtling into a sitting position, but not without his own set of winces as he feels the bones cracking and muscles aching. His hair is a mess, his hoodie nearly backwards, and you canât help but laugh at the mildly confused and bewildered expression he has on.Â
âYeah, you wanna watch those too?â you ask through giggles.
Glancing at the final pub scene thatâs playing on the TV, he's quick to mumble, âFuck, no.âÂ
âI havenât watched a real shitty movie in a while.â Seokmin groans as itâs his turn to stretch. âThis was fun. Hollywoodâs back.âÂ
Both you and Mingyu pointedly ignore his statement, your own mind debating whether you wanted to watch another movie. Itâs not until you look up to see Mingyu doing something on his phone that you remember what you wanted to ask him.Â
âHey, Mingyu, did â Seokmin!â Your brotherâs decided to begin his aerial stretches, touching his toes and cracking his back. You shift your head wildly to get a gap through his restless movements, eventually giving up finding Mingyu. He could hear you. âDid you â ugh â did you get to give Jia her present?âÂ
You arenât sure what it is, but the way the question has Seok landing on his heels mid tip toe stretch and how Mingyuâs eyebrows shoot up, you donât doubt youâve touched on something sensitive. Thereâs a part of you that wonders if itâs too late to take it back when both boys make eye contact with each other, but your brother beats you to it.Â
âI, uhâŚforgot to tell her,â he lowtones.Â
You look to your brother and then to Mingyu.Â
âWe broke up.â
Oh.
âOh.â
âYeah.â Mingyu smiles a little awkwardly, and Seok makes a strangled sound that may have been a laugh of his own. Or a cough, you arenât too sure. âButâŚshe did like the present, when I gave it to her anyway.â
âOh, thatâsâŚthatâs good,â you manage, not knowing what to say. âSorry that happened thoughâŚsucks.âÂ
âShe ended itââ that has your own brows shooting up in disbelief. Kim Mingyu got dumped? ââover the phone, she decided she wanted to stay home for a while to figure out what she wanted to do. Uni wasnât cutting it for her hereâŚâÂ
âI mean, good for her, I guess. Hope youâre doing okay, though.â
He blows air out of his cheeks, scratching his neck. âI mean, weâre fine. Ended it on good terms.âÂ
Seokminâs still standing awkwardly staring at the still running ending credits for something to do. âShould we get food?âÂ
âI donât know, are you hungry?â Mingyu asks.
âHow is the heartburn not getting to you yet? You basically emptied the countryâs dairy reserves in a single popcorn serving,â you grumble.Â
âDonât underestimate my ingestional abilities,â he retorts.
Mingyu stares for a moment. âArenât you lactose intoletrant or something?â
Seokmin turns to him, mouth open as he points his finger, âYou know, I might be.âÂ
âNo you arenât, if you were lactose intolerant then Iâd be lactose intolerant,â you shoot.Â
âExplain the empty can of air freshener in the bathroom after queso and chips?âÂ
âHave you considered during queso and chips that queso is a dip and not an optional beverage?âÂ
Mingyuâs cutting between you two before you can go on with your bickering, afraid heâd have to physically peel you off of each other if it goes on, âLetâs just go to a drive thru, you can get your lactose orâŚnon lactose options however you like.âÂ
Thatâs how youâre shoved into the backseat of Mingyuâs car, Seokmin fiddling with the GPS to find the nearest McDonalds.Â
âHow do you not know where the nearest McDonaldâs is, you live here,â Mingyu hisses as he takes his fourth right turn in a row.
âWe always just order in, who sits in a car and goes to McDonalds.â
âUs apparently,â you lowtone to Mingyu from the back, picking at a crusty flower that you found in between the seats. They ignore you.Â
âOkay, I think itâs this one. Dude, get a new GPS, this one responds after fifty years, of course itâs gonna take this long.âÂ
Their own bickering is starting to zone out into a buzz in your ears as you stare at a patch of leather behind Mingyuâs seat. You vaguely considered that youâre falling asleep.Â
The streetlight has other plans, however, when you sense something glinting in the sudden light underneath the seat. Your interest is piqued, moving forward to see what it was. Mingyu senses you shifting and asks you what youâre doing.Â
You donât answer him as you shuffle around to catch sight of it again. And then you see it, a tiny necklace on the slightly dirty mat, a circle charm with a single âJâ in the center. You arenât sure why you froze at the sight, the gold glinting prettily even in the dark. Leaving it there, you emerge from under the seat, trying to seem nonchalant.Â
âNothing. Thought I saw something.â
Mingyuâs common occurrence in the bookstore is starting to concern you, never catching him as the type to read something other than the occasional bad riddles on the back of a cereal box. You stand corrected however, as you find yourself trying to find a hardcover for him on the computer system, mumbling incoherently.
âNever knew you read.âÂ
âWell, now you do. This oneâs really good though, you should read it too.â He notes, motioning towards the paperback version he brought with him for the book heâs finding.Â
You snort at his suggestion. âHave you realised this is one of the most popular books in its genre right now? Hard to find someone who hasnât read it.â
He frowns at the revelation, âOh. None of my friends read it.â
Seokmin hasnât opened a book for recreational purposes since he was twelve. As for his other friendsâŚthey didnât exactly seem like the smart type either. You get up to move to the shelf the computerâs indicated, trying to walk off your annoyance at a particular memory before it begins to show. Mingyu follows you in your pursuit to find his book, skimming the shelves himself as he strolled behind you.Â
âOh, right, howâs that exhibition thing going? Forgot to ask about it,â you ask as you spot the box of the hardcovers at the top of the shelf. You grab the ladder that rests near the wall as he answers.
âItâs going pretty good, nearly done. I just need to send the final pieces over â whatâre you doing?âÂ
You grunt as you begin to climb up the metal ladder, trying to get to the box. âGetting your book, genius.â
âWaitââ He moves to grab the ladder at the base as he watches you step higher. âGet down! Iâll go up instead.âÂ
âYou get cold feet at the bottom of an escalator, be serious, Mingyu,â you grunt as you pull the box towards yourself, the ladder shaking with the force it takes, and it has Mingyu gripping the metal tighter. You pull the familiar cover out before closing the box back up. âThere.â
âWhy would you keep supposed bestsellers there, isnât this like, in demand?â He grumbles as he continues to hold the ladder as you climb back down.Â
âRan out. Need to restock them at the front, but Iâll do that tomorrow.â You huff as you jump the last step, earning a loud yelp from Mingyu.Â
âChill out,â you chuckle as he puts the ladder away. âOkay, do you want me to look at anything else for you?â
âWhat would you recommend for my next imaginary adventure?â he asks as he picks out a random book from the shelf, trying to find the blurb.Â
âNot that one.â You scrunch your nose at the sight.
âThis one I know is popular. Whatâs wrong with it?â He chuckles as he puts it back.
âDonât believe everything you see on the internet,â you call out as you walk back to the front.
âAnd believe you instead?âÂ
Oh, you wish.
Picking up your current read from the front of the store, you wait for him to reach the end of the opening where you stand to hand it to him.Â
âYou can decide that for yourself. Havenât finished it yet, but it looks super promising. Try it out if you want.âÂ
He barely looks over the glistening title before handing it back to you, and you nearly assume he didnât want it.Â
âRing both of them up,â he says, and then with a pause he continues, âAnd anything else you think is good too, I donât really care.âÂ
Deciding youâd test the waters with this first recommendation, you only cash him in for two. He doesnât question it as you do your job behind the desk, making casual conversation as he waits for you to find the right barcode.Â
âHow far are you with that one?âÂ
âThe one I gave you? Just touched chapter 20, I think.âÂ
He only hums in response as he pays, grabbing the bag that you push towards him.Â
âLet me know how you like it,â you comment before he begins to turn to leave.Â
ââCourse.â He grins, and you can't help but grin right back. He leaves you in the store with a slight heat coming up to your cheeks, and a wad of gum in your mouth to keep your stomach in check.Â
By the time the next day rolls around, itâs been nearly 24 hours before you hear from him again, his contact seemingly only ever gracing you within the walls of the bookstore â except he isnât physically here. Mingyu texts you, and you nearly fall out of your chair at the sight of his name on your phone.Â
Itâs near embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone, passcode going wrong once, twice, thriceâŚyou decide itâs the top five worst times your phoneâs refused face ID. Youâre slamming your fingers onto the screen harder than you should, watching the warp in the pixels at the pressure. By the time it does open its secrets for you, the annoyance has settled. Not at him though.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: i got to chap 20 [You]: what [You]: how [Mingyu]: started reading when i got home [Mingyu]: and then i got to 20 [Mingyu]: i think i pulled an all nighter [You]: you think? [You]: was it that good [Mingyu]: couldnt put it down [Mingyu]: i wanna talk about it but my eyes are closing [You]: you know where to find me when you wake up
The typing ellipses donât pop up after that, and you assume for the better that heâs succumbed to his afternoon drowsiness. If he was serious about that all nighter (which you donât doubt, no way he couldâve plowed through twenty chapters and gotten any sleep), you assume heâll be knocked out for at least the rest of the afternoon.Â
Smiling to yourself at the thought of him wanting to text you about your matching achievements (and actively pushing your mind away from the blessed image of a napping Mingyu), you find yourself scrolling up the conversation, trying to remember the last time Mingyu had texted. That was easy to find out as the short scroll past the sparing details from your photography adventures landed you straight into late last year, a sparse conversation regarding your brotherâs whereabouts when he wouldnât answer his phone.Â
You remembered the conversation. As mundane and ordinary as it was, it was difficult to forget the way your hands were shaking as you typed your one word replies, how your breathing was coming out uneven at a mere text back. You could argue there was less of that this time round, proud of yourself for learning to control your emotions better.Â
Thereâs a train of thought that leads you to every recent interaction youâve had with him. The conversations where you could look him in the eye, your relative indifference when he would show up unannounced, the disappearance of the wad of emotions in your stomach at the mere mention of his name.Â
The latter may be slightly untrue, but you can't help but note how the ounces of fear within the concoction is gone. You were never quite sure what it was that you were so afraid of, perhaps the fateful night at Seungcheolâs party had answered that question for you, but still.Â
âSeokâs not the type to beat me up if I dated his sister. And besidesâŚâ He sighs, halting his words.
âBesides what?â Somebody chimes in.
âIâm not interested in going after someone whoâs chased my tail for the past fifteen years.â
Despite telling yourself it was the alcohol talking, maybe even a couple puffs of whatever â the mild disappointment remains. Thinking about the weeks following that, the moping and the hurt, you almost donât blame Mika for acting the way that she did.Â
Your brother had always been oblivious to all the frolicking in your heart that would ignite as Mingyu would enter the room, and for over a decade at that. And yet, it was during those weeks that he had noticed you acting like you had been dumped, asking you what on earth was wrong with you.Â
âDid somebody say something to you?â he asks.
âHuh?â you frown, annoyed at the way he's planted himself directly in front of the cabinet that held your beloved moonpies.Â
âYouâre acting like youâve been rejected by the love of your life. Nayeonâs not telling me anything and youâre being avoidant, what is up with you?â He huffs, hands on his hips.Â
Oh, if only he knew how right he was. But you werenât upset because the love of your life rejected you (anymore, at least), you were upset because he was a public asshole.Â
It takes more coaxing from him to get you to start talking. Itâs easier when he brings out the big guns: âDâyou want me to tell mom?â
You tell him a little, not naming any names, much to his dismay. âSome guy was an ass, something about me being too easy or whatever.âÂ
âYouâre upset because some drunk dude decided to run his mouth?â He scrunches his nose at the thought. âIgnore him, heâs stupid.â
âThanks for the help, Iâm cured,â you deadpan, pushing him aside to get to the gold inside the cabinets.Â
âI could get Mingyu to help me beat him up, I just need a name.â
Oh. You briefly wonder how he'd feel if he had to beat up his best friend.
More than his attempts to sound like a cool older brother, the image of Mingyu beating himself up brings you more amusement than anything else. You crack a smile at the thought.Â
That was months ago, yet you canât seem to forget the hurt. Trying to shake off where your thoughts were taking you, you get up to take a walk around the store for something to do, fixing microscopic displacements on the shelves and wondering if you should restock something, only to realize youâd already done that when you came in, not wanting to whip out the ladder again to restock the ones you'd just landed from. Â
Landing inevitably back behind the counter, you instinctively reach for the book wedged beside the computer. Your outstretched hand stops midway, thinking about how Mingyuâs reached as far as you in the story quite literally overnight. Retracting your hand, you decide youâd wait.Â
The bell chimes signaling a customer, and you find yourself grateful for the distraction.
Itâs nearing 8:30 when you decide you should close early. It was slower than usual today, the few walk-ins leaving without purchases too hefty, rendering you bored in your seat for most of the day. Youâre locking the drawers of the main desk when Mingyu walks in with the familiar tune of the bell chiming, soft smile as he greets you quietly.Â
âHow was your nap?â you ask, trying not to giggle at his still dazed expression.Â
âPretty good, didnât wanna wake up though.â His voice remains relatively coarse, and you donât miss the light indent on his left cheek. Itâs endearing, enough to have you wishing you could cup his face in a loving squish.Â
But you donât.Â
âYou donât say,â you comment. Pointing at your own cheek as you continue, âYou sure you donât wanna take the night off too?âÂ
âFuck,â he whispers as he looks down to fumble for his phone to see for himself in his front camera. The puffiness hasnât gone away entirely, evident when heâs frowning and looking downwards, and the urge to squeeze comes hurtling back.Â
âDid you drive like this?âÂ
âUh, no, I walked.â
âWalked?â You try to comprehend if that was even more dangerous. He only nods. âWhy?â
âWanted to see you.â
It takes effort to not clutch your chest at the way your heart leaps. Kim Mingyu, you bastard.Â
âHad to talk about the book.â
Your voice comes out a little more breathless than youâd like, but you hope his drowsiness skips over it. âYou couldâve texted.â
He pauses as he mulls it over. âI mean, yeahâŚI donât know. I just put my shoes on and came here.â
You decide youâd spare him the brain power and continue your remaining closing duties, talking to him as you move around the store.Â
âWe can take my car to my place, better than getting distracted here.â
He only nods in response. âDo you want any help?âÂ
âNope, just need to turn off the lights and lock the doors. Let me grab my bag.âÂ
By the time youâre home, an XL pizza and drinks in your arms to satiate Mingyuâs post nap ravenous tendencies, you drop down on the couch with a huff. Seokmin hears the ruckus and appears from his room, not wasting time to break on the pizza with Mingyu as you leave to freshen up. By the time you settle with your own slice it seems as though Mingyu has roused himself significantly more than before.Â
âOkay,â you huff as you land on the soft cushioning, âWhat did you think about the book?â
âHard to believe this is her first book, itâs really good.âÂ
âHer world building is amazing, some of the best Iâve read.â
Your back and forth discussion grows increasingly passionate, forgetting the fact that your brother was also right there excluded from the conversation. His head shifts back and forth as the both of you converse, utterly lost. It wouldâve been funny, except neither if you were actually looking at him.Â
He manages to get a word in as one of you pauses for breath. âSince when do you read?âÂ
Mingyu gapes at the question, seemingly trying to find an answer. âRecently.â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhat do you mean why? I just wanted to start reading,â he scoffs in a manner that could be described as exaggerated. If heâs trying to throw Seokmin off his scent, heâs succeeded, as he watches Seokmin get up and announce that he has work to do. That leaves the both of you alone.Â
The conversation takes you into the late hours of the night, Mingyuâs prior nap releasing him from the chains of reasonable sleeping hours as he remains wide awake despite the 3 AM time on the dial. You manage to keep up with him, even when he follows you to the kitchen to brew a coffee.Â
âDo you usually work this hard just to make coffee?â he asks as he watches you discard the used espresso puck.Â
âWe have a bottle of the instant stuff here somewhere for when Iâm lazy,â you explain as you pour the fresh shots into the prepped ice and milk. âDoesnât taste the same though.âÂ
âCoffee is coffee,â he says as he stirs the drink you push towards him.Â
âQuite the contrary. Besides, the instant stuff fucks with my stomach, Iâd rather not.â You take a sip of your coffee, glancing at the sink. âWill say, hate everything I have to wash afterwards.â
âIâll do âem later, gotta pay you back for all the manual labour that went into this thing,â he refers to the latte heâs sipping on currently.Â
âThe appreciation is enough. We can make Seok do them in the morning for being a loser and going to bed early,â you snort. Mingyu laughs at that, the image of Seokmin doing dishes while the both of you sleep in.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna call it a night?â he asks you as you place yourself on the kitchen counter.Â
âIâm having fun, Mingyu, seriously. Iâm off tomorrow too, I donât have to wake up,â you reassure for the nth time.Â
He doesnât reply, only stares up at you from his leaned position. Heâs chewing on his lip, and you find yourself unconsciously chewing at your own, the already raw skin stinging at the abrasion. Mingyuâs hands come up to your face slowly, like he knew it was hurting as he pulls your bottom lip to release it with his thumb.Â
âYouâre gonna bleed,â he whispers. His hand that grasps your chin doesnât move, rough thumb continuing to graze at your lip lightly.Â
âYou never stopped picking at your lips, did you?â he wonders out loud, eyes trained on your mouth.Â
Your own hand comes to lightly grip at his forearm. He remembers your habit, picking at the skin of your lips since near middle school, getting yelled at when you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table when they would bleed.Â
âOld habits die hard.â Your voice is thick despite the gulp you had to take before opening your mouth.Â
It was true, probably too much as you continue to look at his near perfect face. The oldest habit, the hardest to die.Â
Mingyu drops his hand, landing it in your lap, your own hand still gripping his forearm. You arenât sure whatâs going through you as you trail your hand up further, to his wrists, to the dip of his palm, landing on his fingers. You grip his hand, tight this time.Â
âIâm gonna jump,â you whisper, and you feel his grip tighten around yours as he braces to support you off the counter.Â
You face him in silence, contemplating, âItâs hot in here, letâs go back out.â
He watches as you pick your cup off the counter and leave, not waiting for him to follow you. He finds himself trying to take deeper breaths, stalling, but not for long as he joins you back on the couch.
It probably came as a shock to both of you the first time Mingyu announced his leave much earlier in the night, when you stopped him, asking him to stay. It was silent for a few sparing moments as you both absorbed what had come out of your mouth, trying to make sense of it. You found yourself needing to coax him a little more to convince him he wasnât overstaying his visit, that you were having fun. He sits back down, warning you that this was going to be a long night.Â
You donât think you could ever forget the absolute somersault your stomach performed, the after effects leaving you still as a plank.Â
It was a long night indeed. And yet, when you found your eyes closing after a fight, much later on the couch with a large blanket shared between the both of you, Mingyu watches you doze off while leaning on the couch facing him, wishing the night was longer.Â
If you were awake, you probably wouldâve found yourself agreeing.
Thereâs a lot Mingyu has to learn about himself. Heâs reminded of the fact nearly everyday. Especially right now as Seokmin runs his mouth sitting with him at a secluded booth in some bar.Â
They had company, a couple guys joining them for dinner before leaving not too long after. That left him and a slightly tipsy Seokmin alone, whoâs currently munching on a platter of crackers in front of him. He was bright enough, the energy from the others keeping him going as they played their drinking games and ate their obnoxious amounts of food. It was alot more somber with only the both of them left, his mood deflating as their friends slowly dwindled in number. That wasnât about to stop him from ordering another beer though.Â
âSummerâs so boring,â he grumbles in dejection, flicking a stray crumb off the table.Â
âYou chose to stay here,â Mingyu replies.Â
Seokmin doesnât answer him, but continues to look like a kicked puppy, a slight pout forming on his face.Â
Mingyu fights the urge to scoff, âYou canât possibly be this upset about summer being depressing.âÂ
âItâs not about that.âÂ
Mingyu takes a swig of his own drink before sighing loudly, âWhatâs this about then?â
Seokmin says your name, and Mingyu is suddenly very interested. âShe just seems to be doing a lot better since she started working at the bookstore.â
âBetter?â
 âShe told me about this guy a couple months ago.â
Mingyuâs trying really hard to not look visibly deflated, not that Seokmin would notice considering his state, but he attempts to sound nonchalant regardless. âDo we know him?â
âI â no, thatâs not,â he huffs in exasperation, âShe said she overheard him, basically calling her easy.â
âEasy?â
âI donât know, something about her chasing his tail or whatever, she wonât tell me who it is. She hadnât been doing too great recently and Iâm pretty sure it was because of him.âÂ
It is dawning on Mingyu, embarrassingly slowly, that the guy Seokmin is talking about â may be him.Â
His voice is hoarse, a little frantic. âAnd sheâs doing better, you said?â
âOh yeah, the bookstoreâs been amazing for her. Not sure how though, âcause she just sits there doing nothing for hours.â
He canât bring himself to meet Seokminâs eyes, remnants of his memories flurrying around in his brain in an attempt to figure out what other bullshit he had spewed that day. He was sure you werenât there, you couldnât be.
âMaybe doing nothing was what she needed.â Mingyuâs reply is whatever came to him off the top of his head, mind still racing.Â
âHm, I guess. I was trying to get her to tell me, we couldâve chopped his dick off together,â Seokmin grumbles.
Mingyu winces slightly, eyes tight shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Thereâs a protective hand that subconsciously reaches his crotch area. âYeah, yeah totally.âÂ
âFucker got let off easy, he should be happy sheâs doing good.â Seokmin continues to ramble, voice getting increasingly louder.Â
âYeahâŚâ
âSheâs not easy. My sister isnât easy at all! Running after his tail, my ass! She doesnât need some motherfucker with bad hair to be running his mouth, drunk as a bitch.â He stabs a single chopstick into the spare piece of meat on his plate, and the force has Mingyu flinching slightly.Â
âHow do you know he has bad hair?â Mingyu continues to stare at the impaled piece of beef that Seokmin brings to his mouth.Â
âI donât need to know a motherfucker to know he uses shitty hair gel.âÂ
Mingyu may try to run his hair gel past Seokmin at some point. But right now, heâs only trying to make it out of the bar with his sex organs intact.
âHey, weâre past this, remember? Sheâs doing great right now and thatâs all that matters.â Mingyu sounds overly flustered, but he canât bring himself to care as he attempts to reign in an angry Seokmin. They were garnering looks, and the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out before they had paid.Â
Seokmin is still huffing and puffing, but significantly less so as he finds reason in Mingyuâs words. âIâm gonna find out who he is.â
âYou hate living in peace.â
âMy sisterâs hasnât had any peace because of this dickwad, IâmââÂ
âOKAY! Okay, got it. Weâll figure that out when youâre sober.â Mingyu rises from his own seat as he finds Seokmin lifting his own butt off his chair in a near war cry.Â
He manages to fend him off, waving for the bill before he has to pull him back from aimlessly marching to whoeverâs house he had in mind. He calms down as they wait for the check, finishing the remaining scraps on the table in silence.Â
Seokmin seems nearly back to his regular self after a few minutes, forehead creases smoothing over during his cool down time. He speaks, except this time itâs in a more socially acceptable manner.
âHey, Iâve been noticing, you and her have been getting pretty close lately. I donât know, itâs just, I woke up and saw both on the couch and ââÂ
âHereâs your bill!â The waiter cuts him mid sentence, placing the check on the table.Â
Mingyu knew what Seokmin was getting to, and he was thanking every star in the galaxy for bringing the waiter into their lives at that exact moment. Heâs quick to fuss over the glossy piece of paper, humming and making comments at their purchases to fill in any silent opportunities to let Seokmin continue. Mingyuâs slips his card in the wallet.
âItâs on me,â he announces as he flashes a quick smile to the waiter. âYou can cut a ten for yourself.âÂ
âWait, what â letâs split, whatâs wrong with you?â Seokmin jolts up as registers whatâs happening a little too late.Â
âItâs fine, you can pay for the next one.â He says as he shifts around the table to look for his phone. âYou should probably go to bed too, itâs getting pretty late. Sleep off the beer and whatnot.âÂ
Seokmin is left speechless as Mingyu gets up, grabbing his stuff.Â
âWait, your cardââ Seokmin starts.Â
âIs here,â Mingyu spews a quick âthanksâ to the waiter, waving his card in front of Seokmin so heâd finally stand the fuck up.
âDo I need to drag you out of that chair, letâs go!â he says, grabbing Seok by the arm to lift him off his seat. It was nearly funny how he couldnât get him to stay within the vicinity mere minutes ago and now is begging for him to get up.Â
By the time Mingyuâs jamming Seokâs key into your apartment, heâs tired of his endless rambling. He can only appreciate his drunk brain for not bringing up the last question he tried asking him. Heâs opening the door, urging Seokmin to walk inside, slapping him awake from his nap against the wall.
Mingyu deems it best to physically put him in bed for the furnituresâ sake, pushing him in front to lead him to his room. Mingyuâs spent by the time heâs done and Seokmin is snoring, his back cracking from the hunched position heâs kept from tucking him in and taking his shoes and jacket off.Â
He tiptoes out (despite knowing itâd take a marching band to wake him up at that point), closing the door as quietly as possible.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?âÂ
Mingyu nearly jumps out of his skin, landing a mile as he hears your voice in the dark hallway, hand coming up to his heart. âJeezâ announce yourself, would you?âÂ
âIn my own house?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
âJustââ he waves you off as he comes round, standing straight. âI was putting Seok to bed.â
You inhale sharply. âDid you drink?â
âMe? No, but heâs knocked out right now, heâs probably gonna need a pill in the morning,â he replies.Â
âHm, Iâll see to it in the morning, or whenever it is that he wakes up.âÂ
âYeah.â Mingyu is standing awkwardly in front of you in the dark hall, not having anything else to say. âIâll get going now.â
âOh, right, yeah. Get some sleep,â you say as you let him move past you.Â
âYou too, donât know why youâre awake,â he chuckles quietly.Â
âCouldnât sleep, Iâll go to bed now though.â
The awkwardness is painful, Mingyu can feel it in his chest. But what heâs feeling more is the way you look in your night shirt now that youâre in the light of the living room, legs shown farther up than youâd usually let them go. He wonders if you're wearing shorts underneath, but slaps himself out of it when he realises heâs been silent for too long.Â
âUh yeah, Iâll go now. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
Mingyu replays the last five minutes in his head the entire car ride home, when heâs changing out of his clothes, when heâs brushing his teeth, when he crawls under the warm covers to finally call it a night. Mingyu thinks about what he said all those months ago at a dumb party, how heâs hurt you more than he thought he had. Thereâs an ache that plunges into him, the thought of you going through that because of him while he stayed blissfully unaware.Â
He doesnât know what heâs gonna do to make it up to you, but right now, heâs happy. Happier than heâs been in a while, falling asleep to the thought of you.Â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
You, on the other hand, are far from happy as you find yourself in yet another car related predicament.Â
Having to run to work in the middle of July is never a preferred option, yet you find yourself needing to do it anyway when you walk out to your engine refusing to start.Â
You really needed a new car.Â
Abandoning the hunk of what was turning out to be just expensive scrap metal, you rile other options out in your head.Â
Seokmin was long gone with his car. The bus was gonna take too long. No way in hell were you about to overpay a taxi to take you somewhere that was essentially just a 15 minute walk (read as run).Â
So you find yourself slinging your bag as a crossbody, thanking the heavens that you at least didnât need to change your shoes. You pray for your white sneakers as you run across town, blurting apologies to passerbys that would gape at your hurried form. As apologetic as you were, it didnât compare to how sorry you felt for yourself, the heat pricking your skin in an agitated rise anytime youâd slow down.Â
The AC is near heavenly as you gasp walking into the bookstore, red faced and hair sticking to your forehead.Â
âSorry,â you gulp frantically. âSorry, Iâm late.â
âOh god,â you hear your boss comment as she sees you walk in. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, I just need a minute. Car broke down.â
She ushers you in front of the AC, waiting for you to collect yourself before taking her leave.Â
âI think Iâm okay now, sorry about that.â Your chuckle comes out a little choked. So much for being convincing.Â
âYou really should get a new car. I have a friend whoâs daughter is selling hers, do you want me to ask them for you?â Sheâs patting your shoulder as she talks to you, and you recognize her courage to look past the sweat thatâs accumulated there. Â
âThatâd be great actually, thank you.âÂ
Your second blow of the day comes right after youâve finally gotten rid of the buckets of sweat on your body, seating yourself behind your desk to do some digging of your own.
You immediately wish you hadnât as soon as you open the first second hand market site, the price tags landing you somewhere between never happening and impossible. Groaning, you place your head in your hands as you try to think of what to do. You pray your boss would come back with a quote that isnât as outrageous as everything else youâve cursed your eyes upon, seeing as that seemed the only viable option for you.Â
Closing the windows off your computer, you decide this was a headache for another time. You reach for your bag to rummage through it, only to find yourself in your third predicament of the day.Â
You had forgotten your book.Â
It shouldnât have been a worry, considering you were in a bookstore and had access to about 56 more of the same edition that you could borrow for the day. Except it was a worry, because your copy had been religiously tabbed and annotated as you would read, not a single thought left to be forgotten in your head as they would spring up. You can almost see the pink cover sitting on your desk and you nearly begin to cry.Â
You wonder if you could break your âone book at a timeâ streak for the sake of it, picking up another one off the shelf to start. The thought nearly makes you gag, the anxiety of losing interest in your current one leading you to sit aimlessly at your desk for the rest of the day.Â
Whatâs even more anxiety inducing to you, however, was the promise youâd made with Mingyu the week prior, to be finished with the book by the end of today so you could finally decide whether the end was worth it or not. The thought has you nearly picking up a copy off the shelf anyway, annotations be damned. Force of habit, however, forbids you as you are shunned by yourself to play solitaire for the rest of the day.Â
Things seem to look up for you though, as you find yourself reading a text from Mingyu nearly halfway through your day.Â
You hadnât spoken to Mingyu at all for the entire week, caving when you found an excuse to finally talk to him to ask where heâd left off on the book. It was even longer before that, reaching the near three week mark where you were virtually zero contact. Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât bother you, his sudden absence raising a mild panic within you as your mind raced with the possibilities.Â
Was he uncomfortable with you?Â
Was he avoiding you?Â
Were you less low key than you thought? Was he catching on to how you still werenât over him?Â
The wilder thoughts seemed to be laid to rest when you couldnât take it anymore, texting under the guise of your mutual book topic. Your brain still couldnât handle it, picking up minuscule details in his texting behavior. Perhaps his replies were choppy, perhaps they were shorter than usual, but it was enough to give your mind the rest it needed regardless of whatever the facts were.Â
Needless to say, you were more than happy to receive a text from him first after weeks, immediately replying.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: are you at work today? [You]: yeah [You]: i get off at 10 tho [Mingyu]: can i see you today?Â
You try to contain the growing flurry of excitement as you type. It was easier to stay casual over text, you find yourself appreciating.Â
[You]: course [You]: are you coming to the store? [Mingyu]: iâll meet you at your place when you get off [You]: okay!!! [You]: see you thenÂ
Thereâs a ghost of a smile on your face as you switch to playing computer chess in celebration. Your day was going horribly, but perhaps it was to balance out the happiness you were feeling at the thought of seeing Mingyu in person after nearly a month.Â
Were you being dramatic? Possibly. But you figured youâd been left waiting long enough. You let yourself have a spring in your step for the rest of the day, closing up nearly an hour early as you practically skipped back home, enjoying the significantly better nightly weather. Maybe you were abusing your employee privileges, but you couldnât take the anticipation anymore.Â
Humming to yourself, you're hopping into the shower as soon as you get home, wanting to freshen up as quickly as possible before he gets here. It was near heavenâs plan the way the day is unfolding for you. Perhaps the universe knew you needed the time to unwind today, bringing Mingyu to you despite the near four week gap.Â
Grabbing your pens and your book, you settle on the kitchen counter to do something youâd been looking forward to all day, nearly giddy that Mingyu would be joining you to wind down with you soon enough. Youâre invested by the time the doorbell rings, a simultaneous text from Mingyu, confirming that he was at the door.Â
Opening the front door is probably the easiest thing youâve done all day, grin at the ready as you greet him.Â
âHey,â you breathe out at the sight of him.Â
âHi,â he replies, slipping inside as you give him space to take off his shoes.Â
Leading him into the kitchen, you comment lightheartedly, âNice to see youâre still alive.âÂ
He chuckles slightly at that, âYeahâŚsorry about that. Iâve been pretty caught up withâŚstuff.â
âThe exhibition? Werenât you nearly done with that?â you question as you pass him a glass of water.Â
He takes a sip before setting it down again, both hands holding the cup on the counter. âIt wasnât that, Iâve been done for a while. Just waiting.âÂ
âItâs next week, isnât it?âÂ
He hums in response, taking another minuscule sip of water. Â
âWhat was it that was keeping you this occupied for so long then?â you continue with a slight snort, trying not to over analyze his slightlyâŚoff putting behavior.Â
âUh,â he starts, âIs Seokmin home?âÂ
âSeokmin?â you frown, confused. Was he here to see your brother? âHeâs out. I thought you knew.â
âYeah, I know. Just confirming.âÂ
âOh.â You sit down on your own chair at the counter, trying to make sense of his mood.Â
âMingyu, are you okayââ
âI need to talk to you.âÂ
âO-okay.âÂ
Itâs silent. Painfully so.Â
âI donât know how else to bring this up so Iâm just gonna cut to the chase.âÂ
Thereâs no reply from your end as you simply stare at him in anticipation, wondering what on earth had him looking this serious as he faces you in his seat.Â
âI know Iâve done a lot to hurt you. Never enough to match what youâve felt, but I know youâve been through the muck because of me, and it makes me feel horrible that I was the cause of something like that.âÂ
âMingyuââ
âI want to apologize, before I say anything else. Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. And I know an apology isnât gonna take away what I did to you, but I just need you to know that Iâm really, really sorry.â
His breathing is heavy as he talks, while yours is near nonexistent as you need to remind yourself to breathe manually.Â
âIâve done a lot of growing up in the past year. And I hate myself for making you a subject of that transition when you were the last person that deserved it. Iâm happy to say that wonât happen again, because Iâve learned my lesson. For good.â
He pauses.Â
âIâm not asking you to forgive me, because⌠because I donât know if Iâll ever deserve it for what Iâm about to say. I may be acting selfish right now but, I think you deserve to know after everything.â
âI love you. I love you so, so much it hurts. IâŚIâm sorry, I love you. I donât know how else to say it but, I love you. And I might be hurting you even more with this but I swear Iâm not lying. I love you.â
Thereâs tears now, heavy ones that drip down his face as he refuses to look back up at you, eyes screwed shut in a desperate attempt to halt the pure emotion thatâs trailing down.Â
You have your own wet cheeks, glossy, shaking eyes that donât tear away from his hunched form. Youâre listening. Youâre listening to everything and itâs too much.Â
âMingyu,â you whisper. You give up on trying to talk as you let out a breath that sounds almost like a sob.Â
Itâs silent for a few more moments as you absorb everything thatâs happening, mind running a hundred miles an hour yet, still as a rock. Itâs too much.Â
âMingyu, I canât believe youâre saying this to me.â Your voice is quivering, but you manage the words. âAfter everything. Youâre standing in this very kitchen and saying this to me.â
The deja vu was overwhelming, and youâre projected back to last year when the both of you stood on these very tiles, as you poured your heart out to the man in front of you, only to be told you were an idiot to think he could ever love you like that. The words may not have been said, but the message was clear: you were not made for Kim Mingyu.Â
And yet, you find yourself in front of an apologetic man, expressing his remorse. And oozing love for you, of all people. Why now? You want to scream. Where was this when you were ready to take him so willingly in your arms.Â
Youâre lying if you say you still donât want to plant yourself in his hold to sob out your own wretched âI love youââs. You wanted to go to him. To take what youâve wanted for so, so long.Â
But you canât. You canât do it.Â
âI know,â he whispers. âIâm not asking you to do something about any of this. Iâm not asking anything of you at all. I just need you to know.â
You bite back a remark, trying so hard to calm yourself down.Â
âI think you should go.â Your voice breaks. âPlease.â
Mingyu is gone. But his scent lingers. His cup remains on the counter, the same one he put his lips to. As he prepared to speak, and speak, and speak.Â
You canât stand to stay in the kitchen anymore.Â
You were fourteen the first time Mingyu broke your heart.Â
It was an accident, perhaps, considering you were willing to do absolutely anything to be around Mingyu when your brother would have him over. What you didnât know this time, was that the both of them had company.Â
Tiptoeing down the hall was easy the second you heard your brother's voice coming from the kitchen, announcing that he was getting drinks for them. The plan was simple; walk in under the guise of being annoyed at Seokmin for something and then relish when Mingyu would defend you from his inevitable rage â except this time youâd have a few extra minutes alone with him before your brother trudged back. Â
Putting on the best annoyed face you could, you stalk past Seokminâs room, immediately wishing you hadnât. Mingyu was in your brother's room as expected, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers with numbers and letters too complex. But he wasnât alone. There was a girl that sat between his legs, turned over in his arms as they whisper to each other. They werenât studying at all; the giggles and smiles were a dead giveaway.Â
You halt in your tracks at the edge of the doorway in mild disbelief, brain computing the situation in front of you. They hadnât noticed you yet, it was apparent with the way she leans into him to place her lips on his in a peck.Â
Thereâs a yell of your name behind you as Seokmin sees you loitering around his room. You jump in surprise, not expecting him back so quickly. Your brother, too, isnât alone, a girl of his own accompanying him with her arms full of cans, peeking over his shoulder to catch sight of your distressed form.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
Running was the worst thing you could do, and yet you found yourself doing just that in your cornered state. Catapulting face first into your pillows, the sobs coming before you could muffle them. It was humiliating, even more so when you feel your motherâs hand coming up to your shoulder in a stretch of comfort.Â
âI yelled at him, he wonât do it again!â she attempted to reason with you, trying endlessly to get you to emerge from your cavern of comforters.Â
âItâs not that!â you groan.
âWhat is it then? Darling, I wonât know if you wonât tell me.âÂ
Your mother gave up a little bit after that, and your brother had apologized for yelling at you; apologized for all the wrong reasons. You brushed him over.
There were worse things circling your mind in that moment, like the image of Mingyu in a liplock with another girl, the image of him holding her with all his limbs.Â
You couldnât imagine anything worse than that.
âWhat the fuck, is wrong with the both of you?â Your brother swoops in like a pesky seagull and snatches the book right out of your hands, eyes blown in exasperation.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?! Give it back!â you yell, reaching for the book that heâs placed over his head. Climbing the couch does little when he simply moves away from you.Â
âNot until you tell me whatâs going on between you and Mingyu.âÂ
âNothing is â ugh,â you drop back onto the couch in frustration. You take a deep breath. âNothing is going on. Now can I have my fucking book back?âÂ
âNo, you're avoiding each other.â
âHeâs your friend, why would I hang out with him?âÂ
âStop dodging the question!â he spits.Â
âStop dodging.â You exclaim as you jump for the book another time.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â He throws the book to the corner of the room. It takes every fiber in your body to stop yourself from plucking every strand of hair off his head.Â
âSeokmin!â you scream.Â
âYour bookâs fine. Is this about the guy you told me about?â He asks, hands grabbing you by the upper arms, forcing you to look at him.Â
âNo, itâs not,â you grit.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â he repeats, making direct eye contact.Â
âBecause,â you start, exhaling deeply, âIâm tired.â
âItâs an exhibition for fucks sake, an exhibition with your face plastered all over it. You go in for five minutes and youâre out. Put something on and letâs go!âÂ
âI donât want to go.â
âIâm not taking no for an answer. Youâve been doing nothing but go to work and stay home, you need air.â
âI need you out of my air,â you swat his hands away, thoroughly disgruntled.Â
âIâm giving you twenty minutes.âÂ
He was serious, you realize as he begins to pound on your door with two minutes left to spare. You decided you werenât about to be embarrassing and show up in your sweatpants, encasing the final shreds of dignity you had left. You couldnât imagine being asked âwho?â when the face on the walls doesnât match with the one you brought to the place, not doubting the number of fancy scouters thatâd be gracing the crowd tonight.
 Opting for a plain black dress and a coverup felt enough for you, your usual makeup and matching accessories helping you feel better about the bags under your eyes your concealer couldnât quite erase.Â
Seokmin says nothing for probable fear of having you landing back on the couch, choosing to ask you a simple, âReady?â instead.
The drive is short and silent, the remnants of you and your brother's prior argument still hanging in the air. You werenât about to apologize to each other, but you would let the hours cool you off before youâre back to your normal selves. For now, youâre glad to step out of the stuffy car, the anticipation having you needing to breathe in an elevated sense.Â
The place is more crowded than you thought it would be, men and women in fancier than necessary clothes loitering the entrance carpeting. You suddenly feel underdressed.Â
Catching Mingyuâs name is easy, the display at the front doing the most to highlight the star of the night, catching sight of him is proving a little more difficult. Not that youâre trying, but Seokminâs embarrassing neck stretches are having you restraining yourself from pulling him down by the collar.Â
Walking into the display is a strange experience, for you at least. The pictures are larger than youâd thought they would be, spanning the giant walls of the gallery. Your face is huge.Â
Thereâs a few other oneâs that scatter between the portraits, beautiful all the same. You find yourself wandering as you note the plaques next to the pieces, descriptions and words from the artist; Mingyuâs words. Itâs easy to begin looking at the pictures through his eyes, the meticulous scanning youâre doing proving easier for you to zone out despite the crowd.Â
Youâve gone through nearly every picture, approaching the last one, the one that looked a little more important than the rest as you take in its size. The steps you take towards the plaque are halted as you hear someone calling for you. You recognize his voice, how could you not?
Mingyu is weaving through the crowd to get to you, eyes locked as he tries to make way for himself. Your mouth is open by the time heâs here, mind frantic as you try to figure out what you should say.Â
Congratulations.
Youâve worked hard on this.Â
This looks great.
Howâve you been?
âYouâre here,â he says, simple as that.Â
âIâm here,â you breathe out, a nervous smile on your face as you look down at your shoes.Â
âSeok told me you were here too.âÂ
Your head snaps up, âYou were looking for me?âÂ
âI mean, itâs a bit difficult with the crowdââ
âOh,â you cut him off before you could forget. âCongratulations, by the way. The turnout looks great.â
âUh, yeah. Itâs great.â His eyes skim around the large hall.
You hate how his craning is drawing your eyes to everything else. So to say the plain black button up and slacks heâs sporting, the thin chain he wears around the unbuttoned collar. You hate how heâs put in no effort, and you hate how it makes him look even better somehow.Â
âAre you enjoying yourself?â he asks after he rounds back to you.Â
Your reply is drowned in your throat as somebody calls for him across the hall, pointing at a mic in their hands.Â
âI have to go address everyone, youâll be here, right?â he asks, but he once again has no chance to listen to your answer when somebody physically drags him by the elbow and yanks him away from you. You lose sight of him in the crowd of people, his face disappearing.
It gives you enough opportunity to slowly turn around to go back to your plaque reading, exhaling loudly as you walk up to the final, biggest piece on the wall. Itâs labeled as the focal point of the collection. Itâs a picture of you, and for some reason, you canât remember taking it, or posing for it at all.Â
You recognize the mountain top, more so the grueling trek up the place for your last shoot with him. Itâs a side profile, your arms folding over the railing, face tucked into your padded arms. A single ray of light illuminates your eyes, the background soft.Â
The picture was an accident. A moment that may have gone forgotten, yet one that appeared right when it was meant to. A mistake made on purpose, one that manages to carry the weight of years. A slow accession of golden rays, dawn illuminating the subject in hues indescribable, except those that describe a feeling. A feeling in turn, indescribable.
Soft. Legible. New.
You take a step back.Â
And another
Then another.Â
You look at the picture, the picture of you. Taken the one time you werenât actively posing for the camera, the one time he wasnât meant to take a picture of you. It landed here, at the seemingly deserved position of a final piece. The piece that was meant to emulate all that the artist wanted to come out of his work.Â
You crane your neck up higher, the name of the collection in bold block letters right above the picture that supposedly says it all.Â
THE BEGINNING
Thereâs a ball forming in your throat, one that's cementing itself where it stays.Â
Thereâs noise happening in your peripherals, somebody speaking into a mic on stage. Youâre not paying attention until you hear his name.Â
âIâm pleased to present to you the man of the hour, mister Kim MingyuâŚâÂ
You watch with glossy eyes as he takes the stand, clearing his throat before he begins to speak.Â
You needed to leave.Â
Finding Seokmin is easy, and you thank every plane of heaven that it is, considering youâd rather be caught dead than be seen red nosed and teary eyed.Â
âLetâs go home.â
âHuh? Right now? He just started talking.â Seokmin argues, tearing his eyes away from the stage to gape at you, only to note the expression on your face. âHey, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âSeokmin, you said five minutes.â You grip his sleeve tight. âPlease, either give me the keys, or Iâll get a cab.âÂ
He pauses for a moment, and you immediately hate yourself for making him choose between staying for his best friend or leaving for his sister. He slowly comes down to grip your hand, pulling you away.Â
âLet me drop you off home.âÂ
Youâve calmed down a significant amount during the car ride home, managing to convince (fight) Seokmin into going back to the exhibition hall before Mingyu noticed that he was gone. You wouldnât forgive yourself if you made him miss something as important as this just because you couldnât control your emotions.
He hugs you at the door, tight, and you hug back just as strong, holding back the river of tears that suddenly threaten to let loose. He presses his lips to your temple, muttering a little âI love youâ before he leaves. He knew nothing, yet was ready to comfort you like he did.
You let yourself sob after that, as wracking and strong as theyâd come. Itâs freeing, to fall to your knees and simply cry like a child. You arenât sure what it is that youâre crying about, yet you know all the same. The thought of both those things make your head begin to spin, causing another fresh wave of tears to come rushing down.Â
Remnants of the day Mingyu spoke his truth to you in your own kitchen come tumbling back; the shock, the anger, the hurt, and despite everything, the love.
You loved Mingyu, you werenât going to sit here and deny it when you were a mess of jewels on the floor with only his face at the forefront of your mind. Youâre a liar if you say you donât love him. Youâre a liar if you say youâll ever stop.Â
Years and years of pining and wishing and praying, to hope that one day, Mingyu would open his eyes with the realization that he loves you the same.Â
The day came. Your prayers were granted, your wishes came true; you no longer had to sit on the sidelines as an ignored constant. And yet, you found yourself wanting to be anywhere but in his presence as the prayer unfolded.Â
Were you too weak to handle reciprocation? Have you gotten comfortable pining by yourself? Or was it something completely else. Were you still hurt by his words? Were you aghast at his audacity to have the courage to speak his heart to you, when you went years without doing so?Â
Were you protecting yourself? Or were you actively throwing the golden chance youâd received right out the window?Â
Youâre tired, itâs evident with the effort it takes you to simply reach your bedroom, heels thrown somewhere in the doorway as you made the trek barefooted. Hoping your muscles would release the pent up tension at the learnt feeling of the mattress, you find yourself closing your eyes awaiting the relief.Â
Still clad in your dress and makeup, you attempt to find the solace of sleep, knowing youâd feel nothing if there was nothing to perceive. The universe doesnât seem to want to give you that luxury, your eyes wide awake despite closed lids. The thoughts arenât showing signs of slowing down either, every part of your mind alive as you remain still as a rock on your bed.Â
You arenât sure how long youâve been in bed, but as you hear the distinct jingle of keys in a lock, you know Seokmin is home. The door of your room is opened very quietly, and closed just as quick when he sees your form in bed seemingly asleep.Â
You open your eyes for the first time in hours, the darkness remaining as you slowly sit up against the cushions. Your movements are sluggish as you stare into the abyss, brain quiet for once as you swing your bare legs over the mattress, slowly trudging down the hall to your brother's bedroom.Â
Knocking slowly, you hear a slight shuffle before the door is opened, the light from inside the room illuminating the dark hall and forcing you to squint.Â
âDid I wake you?â Seokmin asks, sporting formal trousers with his dinosaur pajama shirt.
âUh, no, I was awake.â
âWhy havenât you changed yet?âÂ
You ignore him, cutting straight to the chase, âCan I borrow your car?âÂ
Thereâs silence for nearly three seconds before Seokmin speaks, âWhat on earth do you need my car for this late at night?âÂ
âNayeonâsâÂ
âBullshit.â
You let out a loud, loud sigh, âWill you believe it for now?âÂ
Your brother looks at you with an expression you canât really pinpoint, eyes like heâs scanning into your soul. âThe keys are at the door.â
You walk back to your room to grab your phone and your cover up, not bothering to change as you grab Seokminâs keys and leave. It probably wasnât a good idea to leave the house so late at night, but your brain seems to have activated tunnel vision as you nearly stalk towards the car. Youâre pulling up to where you need to be within minutes, the empty roads leading you on near autopilot.Â
By the time youâre standing in front of the door, your desire to settle this once and for all turns pungent in your head. You needed to end this one way or another, you were tired of running in circles.Â
Ringing the doorbell is easy, itâs just the realization that settles during those few moments of waiting that grab you by the throat. You were really doing this.Â
Mingyu opens the door quicker than youâd anticipated, after briefly wondering if heâd already gone to sleep after the long day heâs probably had. His brows furrow as he registers you at his door, your name tumbling out of his lips in mild confusion. Heâs still in the clothes you saw him last, and you doubt itâs been long since he got home too.Â
âPromise me you mean it,â you say.Â
âWhat?â
âPromise me you mean it.â
âMean what?â The crease between his brows deepens as he tries to make sense of what youâre saying.Â
âWhatever you said. Promise me you mean it. Promise me. On all the years we spent together, on every truth you've ever said to me. Promise on me that you mean it.â
The silence is deafening, yet you wait. You wait for him to respond. You wait for him to understand what youâre saying.Â
Mingyu gulps before opening his door wider, expression neutralizing slightly as he invites you inside. âWhy're you standing on the door? Come inside.â
âIâm not taking another step in your direction, Kim Mingyu, not until you answer me,â you snap.Â
Letting his hand leave the grip on the door, he brings them both up to rub at his face, taking a simultaneous breath, deep and shaky. When he emerges his eyes are showing a hint of red as he licks his lips.Â
Your grip on your own fingers tighten as Mingyu talks.Â
âI want to rip my heart out for what it wants from you. I want to rip it out for what it did to yours. Believe me when I say Iâve forgotten how it felt to be this sincere. I love you. I don't deserve to say it, but I love you.â
Thereâs a beat that passes, one that you barely feel as you throw your bag on the floor of his entryway, grabbing him by the collar with both hands as you yank his face down to hover right in front of yours, nose touching, lips not quite.Â
âIf youâre lying to me,â you whisper, shaky voiced, âIâm gonna chop your balls off.â
Mingyu answers for you as he finally, finally closes the cursed gap between you, lips capturing yours in a long awaited kiss. You let him pull you inside as you move your lips against each other, the distinct click of the door signaling you were finally inside.Â
His hands grip your hips and waist in a manner thatâs near painful, yet you canât find yourself complaining even as he pushes you against the now closed door, hard. His mouth leaves yours for what is barely a second, before your desperate hands move his face back in to continue what youâve been wanting to do for years.Â
His mouth is warm, the vaguest hint of champagne on his tongue. You wonder how many toasts heâs clinked and downed, how many times he thought of you as he celebrated.Â
âI love you,â you mumble against his lips.Â
Mingyuâs hands are pushing your body against his own, so flush and tight you can barely breathe. Like heâd rather die than bring space between the two of you in that moment.Â
âI love you, too,â he mumbled back between kisses. âI love you so much.â
Both of your hands are beginning to roam, less innocent than the fingers tangled in his hair and digging into his shoulders, less innocent than the grips on your hips and neck. It isnât until his hands are groping your ass that you begin to subconsciously tug at his shirt, wanting the wretched thing out of the way to finally feel him in full.Â
Thereâs a warm hand that grips yours as he stops you, lips pulling away slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. Thereâs a wild moment of sobriety as you wonder if youâve read the situation wrong, if you pushed too far.Â
âYouâre asking me for something Iâm ready to give you.â He sounds breathless. âBut I need to know if you really want it.â
He looks absolutely gorgeous with his swollen lips, your lipstick staining his own mouth, his messy hair from all the desperate fingers running through them. It takes one look into his bedroom eyes to have your yeses tumbling out your mouth.Â
âI want it. I want it if youâll give it to me. Mingyu, please.â
He leans in to give you a soft peck before pulling away slowly. âYou can stop me whenever, just say the word.â
Heâs facing you as he speaks, hands pulling you further into the house in slow and steady steps. âIâm not gonna do anything you donât want me to, I promise.â
By the time you reach the four walls of his bedroom, youâre itching to have his hands on you again, something he senses as he presses his hot mouth to your awaiting lips. His touches become decreasingly respectful as his hands run up your sides, thumbs brushing against the sides of your clothed breasts as he moves his mouth further down.Â
Kisses line your jaw, reaching the joint as he nips at your earlobe teasingly. Pushing the coverup off of your shoulders is easy, fingers tracing the exposed skin as his mouth moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking teasingly. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â you hear him breathe out.Â
His fingers fit under the zipper of your dress not too long after, pulling it down to reveal your back tantalizingly slow. His hands smooth over your waist once he reaches the bottom, bringing them up to your upper body as you feel his palms grab your breasts in a soft squeeze. The moan you let out is small, but enough to encourage him to bring his hands to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders one after the other.Â
âDo you realize how good you looked in this today,â he says. âWas so happy you came, so, so happy to see you after so long.â
Mingyu kisses you again in a slow, passionate manner, hands pushing down the tight fabric of the bodice to let it fall off your body to a pile on the floor. It leaves you bare save for your bra and panties.Â
Mingyu lets out a groan at the sight in the dimly lit room, the sound checking in as one of the hottest things youâve ever heard, the vibrations leading straight to your core like they belonged there. The focus goes back to his hands that continue to roam your body, mouth traveling further south to leave hot, open mouthed kisses on your cleavage.Â
Your own fingers come up to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, managing to pull a couple loose as you whine, âMingyu.â
âPatience, my love.â He moves you backwards slowly as his mouth leaves your chest, pushing you into the plush of his mattress as you feel the back of your knees bump into the edge. âLet me take my time with you.â
He brings a knee up to the bed as he keeps his gaze on you, beginning to unbutton the rest of his shirt as you prop yourself up on your elbows. For once, youâre allowed to stare at the sculpt of his chest and abdomen, letting your gaze take you to the dipped V before the cut off. The mere sight of his fingers working against his belt have you needing to close your thighs for the sake of your now throbbing core.Â
Only clad in his dark boxers, you let him climb over you in a way you can only describe as a prowl, inserting himself between your legs as he pushes your head up to the headboard. The hand that splays out on your thigh is having the muscle twitch, the anticipation for what he might do next gripping you.Â
âLet me get this off of you,â he says with his hands toying with the elastic of your bra, prompting you to arch your back so he could reach under to unclasp it in a way you can only call professional.Â
Thereâs barely any time for you to feel a semblance of embarrassment when he flings the padding away, mouth coming in direct contact with your breast in a harsh suck. The feeling has you moaning his name into the dark room, only encouraging his wet tongue to circle around the bud before going back to suckling. He doesnât forget your other breast as he brings his hand up to squeeze the mound and play with your nipples the same.Â
The sensations are overwhelming already, your hands gripping his hair in desperation as you throw your head back at his ministrations. The ache in your underwear is becoming increasingly difficult to resist, the foreign feeling of his mound against your inner thigh only coursing more want into your awaiting heat.Â
Your chest is a mess of redness and saliva but the time Mingyuâs had his fill, pulling away to admire the work heâs left.Â
âFuck, Mingyu, please,â his name is the only thing that comes out in your pleas, hoping heâd give you wanted before you lost your mind for good.Â
âI love this lighting on you,â he says simply, moving to sit on his knees as he takes his eyes up and down your practically naked frame.Â
Both hands come in to push your thighs further apart, giving him better access to the gold that sits right in between. âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
You feel the pad of his thumb come in contact with your clit in the lightest pressure, slowly brushing over the muscle as he continues. âThe most gorgeous thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
He presses his thumb in further, pushing down to meet your hole, the source of the large wet patch on the fabric of panties. The whimpers the new feeling is having you let out are near embarrassing. Hooking his fingers around your panties, he asks, âCan I take these off?âÂ
âYes!â you gasp out immediately, hip rising to let them slide the pesky fabric off and away.Â
He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to your folds, gathering your arousal in his fingers as he spreads them across your throbbing clit. Heâs rubbing the area in circular motions, the feeling having you wracking out sounds you never thought you could make. The sheets are bunched up in your grip as you throw your head back at the feeling that encases you, eyes screwed shut.Â
âOh, Mingyu,âÂ
That only encourages him as his other hand joins the party, a lone finger circling your entrance in preparation to plunge into you, slowly, all the way to the hilt of his finger. Zoning in on the feeling, the pump of his fingers into your core, the constant ministrations of his other thumb on your clit. Your hands leave his wrinkled sheets as they come in to grip his wrists and forearm, needing to feel his skin to anchor yourself into the present. Not being able to bring yourself to open your eyes, he takes it upon himself to insert another finger, encouraging your lids to fly open at the stretch and the loud moan that comes with it.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking wet, Iâm barely pushing.â It may have embarrassed you a little if you werenât so withdrawn from pleasure, the prospect only having you whimper his name even more.Â
It isnât when he curls his fingers inside you that you feel the need to stifle the sounds that come out of your throat, hand to mouth as the volume has you needing to shut yourself up. He brings his hand off your clit to grab you by the wrist, freeing your mouth of restraint.Â
âDonât,â his voice gravelly as he gets off his knees to hover over you, his other hand continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you in perfect motions. âI wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear all the pretty sounds youâre making.â
He leans in to place a chaste kiss on your mouth, fingers quickening their pace as your sounds grow louder, âMingyu, I think IâmâŚI think Iâm close.âÂ
âItâs okay, let go whenever, darling, itâs okay.â His other hand goes back to its rightful position on your clit, thumb circling the bud in quick motions as he encourages you to climax.Â
And you do. The blissful release comes crashing into you hard, the feeling leaving nothing but white hot space in the expanse of your brain, letting the feeling take over as you melt into the sheets. âF-fuckâŚâ
He doesnât stop either hand till you physically have to push his fingers off of you, the overstimulation coming in hot.Â
You donât come around for a little bit, but feel every searing kiss he leaves on your skin in the aftermath. Pressed into your chest, your collarbones, you neck and your jaw. He makes his way up to your face slowly, pressing his lips onto your closed lids as you wait for your breathing to even out. His face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes, leaning forward to press your own lips against his.Â
âHow was that?â he asks slowly, and you donât miss the hint of a smirk on his face. You canât help but break into a smile of your own.Â
âGreat.â
âGreat?â
âAmazing.â You lean in to kiss him again, palms coming in contact with the expanse of his back as you move your mouths together. Itâs not long before your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, hands coming up front to feel him through the fabric, palming him in the process.Â
You feel him shudder in your hold, lips pulling away as he stares into your eyes.Â
âWhat?â you ask in a whisper when he makes no other moves.Â
âIâm trying to think if I have condoms or not,â he whispers back, and you canât help but let out a laugh at his delivery. He begins to giggle with you, backing up as he reaches over to rummage through his nightstand.Â
âFuck yeah,â you hear him say as he comes round with the shiny pack. Heâs giggling as he undoes the wrapper, the lighthearted nature of it all bringing a laugh to your own lips.Â
Pulling his underwear down and off, you watch as he preps himself with the rubber, your own hand coming up in a trance to stroke his gorgeous length lightly, his palms ghosting over your hand at the feeling. Once he decides he canât take it anymore heâs grabbing both your wrists to pin them beside your head in one swift motion, earning a gasp from you at the abruptness.Â
âIâm gonna put the tip in first, let you adjust before I go in further,â he explains as he uses his knee to push your thighs apart to grant him more access. âIâm gonna listen to you throughout, okay? Just say so if you want me to stop, Iâll hear you.âÂ
When you donât reply he continues, âI need to know you heard me, baby.âÂ
âI heard you,â you answer, and he finally lets go of one of your hands to guide his length to your entrance, gathering your remaining arousal. Heâs sliding his tip across your folds, grinding onto your clit within his length and it has you nearly careening off the edge.Â
âMingyu, in, please!â you beg, and you hear him chuckle before heâs finally pressing the tip into your prepped hole.Â
You almost breathe a sigh of relief as you feel him begin to push into your hot core, keeping his promise of only getting to the tip, before bringing himself out and going back in. Heâs slow as he stretches you out, his hands coming up to the sides of your head as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Lifting one of your legs, you wrap them around his waist as you grant him further access into you, one of his hands coming up to keep your raised leg steady.Â
He halts when he finally bottoms out, pausing for breath. âYou okay?â
âYeah, just,â you manage, arms wrapped around his shoulders tight. âGive me a second.âÂ
When you give him the green light and he begins to move out slowly, only to thrust back in, you find yourself settling into the sheets more consciously, ready to take what he was about to finally give you. Youâre both a mess of whimpers and sounds, the feeling overtaking any shreds of restraint you had left. His hands are groping you everywhere, his fingers finding your breasts again as he begins to toy with your nipples, all while thrusting into you at a steady yet equally maddening pace.
He feels amazing, beyond just his dick. The feeling of his body pressed against yours is heavenly, the tears beginning to slowly prick at your eyes as you let yourself melt into his hold, a metaphorical layer away from morphing into his skin entirely. The sounds heâs making are pure melodies, the groans, grunts and heavy moans floating around in your otherwise empty head like theyâd never ever leave. They do more when they encourage the building feeling in your abdomen, your moans growing increasingly erratic.Â
If the bed is creaking from his incessant thrusting, you donât hear it. The only thing ringing in your head being the near closure youâre about to receive from him. âGyu, IâmâŚâ
âShit, me too.â he grunts, and you believe him as his movements begin to grow sloppier, his hips slamming into yours with more force than before.Â
And then itâs bliss, the feeling dropping in on your body as you feel yourself begin to spasm in his hold, the loudest moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. Youâre contracting around him so, so good, and itâs enough to have him moaning into your own ear as he feels his climax come over him as well.Â
Heâs shooting his load into the rubber, and for a wild moment you wish heâd rip it off and finish inside you instead, your blabbering brain wanting to take all of him in. The fever passes in a few heavy minutes, Mingyuâs body is dropped on top of you, his length remaining inside your warmth as you both relished in the post sex haze.Â
Heâs first to pick his sweltering body off of yours, the cool air hitting your skin as he pulls out of you slowly. Youâre still trying to come to earth, even when you hear the water beginning to run in the attached bathroom, even when he walks out in a fresh pair of boxers, walking over to your form on the bed.Â
His fingers run through your hair as he places soft kisses on your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. âCome on babe. Letâs get you cleaned up.â
When you make no moves to get up despite opening your eyes, heâs physically pulling you up to grace your head on his chest in an effort to take a step back into the world. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, massaging your head lightly as you breathe in his scent. You do end up getting up and letting him lead you to the bathroom, but only after he threatens to carry you there over his shoulder. The bath is already drawn when you dip your feet into the warm water, planting yourself inside as you lean against the walls of the tub.
âGyu, why is it warm?â you whine, wanting a cooler temperature to hit your sticky body.Â
He chuckles as he sits by the tub, hands coming in to wet your hair for you, âIâm scared your bodyâs gonna go into shock if I chucked you into a cold bath. Youâll feel better in a minute, love.âÂ
You donât argue as he does most of the work for you, shampooing, scrubbing and conditioning. He lets you sit in the tub for a little bit as he leaves to get you a towel and a shirt, coming back to continue coaxing you to leave the tub this time. You grab his outstretched hand, pulling him down to sit next to you again.Â
âSit with me for a little bit, right here,â you say as you lean over the edge of the tub.Â
âI can sit with you in bed once youâre dried up,â he tries to reason. âUnder the covers. Where itâs more comfortable than hard acrylic, remember?âÂ
Pouting a little, you let him wrap you in a towel as you admit defeat, too tired to argue much more than that. He continues to shrug one of shirts over your shoulders, going as far as drying your hair before finally letting you crawl back under the covers. He joins you soon after, wrapping his limbs around you in a tight embrace, breathing in the mix of his own shampoo and your scent.Â
âAre you okay? Did I do too much?â he asks quietly.
âMhm,â you hum into his chest. âIâm okay.â
Thereâs a deep vibration in his chest as he finds your lack of response amusing, looking at your face that looks about three seconds away from slipping into dreamland. Nearly, he realizes, as your eyes are suddenly pushed wide open, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âWhat? What?â Mingyu asks as you sit up all of a sudden scrambling to find your phone.Â
âMy phone, where is it?â you ask as you ruffle through the covers.Â
âDid you bring it with you?âÂ
You suddenly remember your bag that you threw in his entryway a couple hours ago, your phone nestled inside. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you attempt to stand up to retrieve it, only to find out the universe wasnât about to let you do that. You donât miss Mingyuâs chortle as he watches you nearly fall over after wobbling around like a fawn, your arms trembling as you pull yourself up back on the bed.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you breathe out.Â
âGet back on, Iâll get your bag for you.â Heâs still smiling when returns, throwing your purse on the bed.Â
You immediately unlock your phone to find Nayeonâs contact, choosing to leave her a text considering the late hour.
âWhat is it?â Mingyu asks again as he watches you type, arms coming up from behind to engulf you in his hold again.Â
âI told Seokmin I was at Nayeonâs. He didnât believe me but Iâm telling her to cover for me anyway.âÂ
âOh.â
The thought comes to you later than it should have, realizing youâd have to involve Seokmin inâŚwhatever this was, sooner or later.Â
âDonât,â you hear Mingyu say behind you.
âWhat?â
âDonât. I know what youâre thinking about. We can deal with Seokmin when we need to, donât think about it right now, thatâs my job.âÂ
âI-â
âHe needs to deal with me being serious about you,â he continues, giggling, âEven if I have to make you run away with me.â
âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that.âÂ
He brings your wrist up to his mouth, placing a kiss there, âIt wonât. I promise.âÂ
The sitting up thing doesnât last for too long, both of you wanting nothing more than to lay down for the lack of energy. Limbs are a tangled mess as you both lay in silence, tired but not wanting to go to sleep just yet. It stays that way for a while, head on his chest as you take in the aftermath of everything thatâs happened.Â
You just had sex with Kim Mingyu. He loves you back. And you know he means it. This isnât a hyperrealistic childhood fantasy, this is real life. Youâre touching him, heâs holding you, you can hear his heart beat, you can feel his skin under the palm of your hand.Â
Youâre distracted from your thoughts as you sense Mingyu reaching over the edge of the bed to his nightstand as he looks for something, bringing his hand over to show you a very familiar pink cover in his hands.Â
âOh,â you let out as you recognize the title, snorting as you remember where the verdict for that ended, âWe were supposed to talk about the ending.â
âWe could do that right now.â
âUh, about that,â you say. âI never actually got to finish it.â
âYou were supposed to be done like two weeks ago,â he frowns.
âI didnât get to finish it the dayâŚthe day you came over. Couldnât bring it in myself to touch it after that.â you say as you note the little tabs sticking out the sides, wanting to address them.Â
âYou can use this one to finish it then, itâs yours.âÂ
You glance up at him as he talks, opening the book to skim through the pages. And then you see it, tiny scribbles on margins, sticky notes at chapter ends with his thoughts, colorful tabs sticking out of every highlighted line, everything complete with a color coded key in the front.
âI saw you do it with your other books, found out itâs not actually a crime to write in books andâŚI guess it became fun.â he explains as he watches you flick through the pages. âI was gonna give this to you at some point. Sounded like a thoughtful idea in my head.â
You donât answer him, simply facing him in silence before continuing, âI wouldâve been sucking your dick right now if I wasnât so tired.â
He throws his head back in a loud laugh, the high pitched noise sounding across the room as he nearly curls up from the hilarity. You donât think it was that funny, but maybe itâs because you were telling the truth. Youâre pretty sure youâve joked about wanting to do that to someone whoâd do something like this for you, perhaps you could find the transcripts hidden in some text messages with Nayeon later to show Mingyu.
 His laughter is contagious regardless, giggles of your own coming out as you watch him practically lose it.Â
âI think you need to go to sleep,â you comment through bouts of laughter.Â
He sighs a vocal sigh as he calms down slowly, agreeing with your suggestion that the near morning delirium was getting to both of your heads. You rest your newly acquired, yet equally prized possession to the side, finally turning in for the night as he reaches to turn his night lamp off.Â
Mingyu moves to press his forehead into yours, not before placing a tiny peck into your lips as he mumbles against them in the dark, âI love you.â
âI love you,â you hum back as you press your lips together one last time, finally letting his breathing lull you into sleep.Â
The mattress is foreign, so is the pillow, and so are the scents that linger in the room. Itâs colder than youâd usually have it and the blankets feel different on your skin. And despite the most foreign thing in the room, the one that has his arms and legs wrapped around you, the one that whispered his love for you into your skin before drifting off, you find yourself falling into a sleep thatâs more blissful than any youâve had in a very, very long time.Â
The sun is doing nothing to help itself against the tide of annoyance tht rises in your sleepy state. Youâd get up and yank the curtains but canât bring yourself to have the motivation to leave the soft mattress, simply bunching the blanket up to your face to block out the remnants of sun rays that invade the room. Youâve nearly lulled yourself back to sleep when you start registering noises coming from outside the bedroom walls, muffled yet familiar.Â
Your brother is talking about something you canât make out, Seokminâs voice is undeniable despite passing through the folded layers of comforters around your head. You donât doubt the presence of the sweat thatâs probably already accumulated on your scalp.Â
 Thereâs nothing that alarms you in the moment despite Seokminâs yapping â that is until you hear a second voice.
You recognize it immediately as the sound of Mingyuâs talking, the words equally as muffled yet the intonation clear all the same.Â
Kicking the sheets off of your overheating body, you squint as you open your eyes in a desperate attempt to reign yourself back to earth, recollections of the past twenty four hours hurtling back to you like a constant line of K.Oâs.Â
The gallery, the picture, the drive up to Mingyuâs place,the sex, the falling asleep in his arms. You sit up in Mingyuâs bed, clad in nothing but his own T-shirt as you realize your brother is downstairs talking to Mingyu, and you have no idea if he knows you're here.Â
You realize very quickly that youâre trapped, being left with no other option than to remain in Mingyuâs bedroom until he comes back up to give you the clear, despite wanting to walk out to take the tiniest peek. Youâre not sure whatâs worse, getting caught or sitting in the growing pool of anxiety before Mingyu gets back.Â
Itâs a long, long twenty minutes, in which youâve done just about everything to get to hear their conversation a bit better; or to distract yourself from the fact that itâs happening at all. Pressing your ear to the door before going back to make the bed. Freshening up in the bathroom before going back to jamming your eye into the keyhole (you arenât sure why considering door faces a plain wall). You even hijacked a spare cup Mingyu had lying around the room to stick into the wall, hoping all those Mr. Bean cartoons hadnât been lying to you.Â
They were simply talking in a tone too low for your ears to catch (despite the Mr. Bean hack), and you resorted to scrolling on your phone to pass the remaining time. Itâs catastrophic to say the least, when youâre met with a string of frantic messages from Nayeon as well as a couple missed calls from your brother.Â
[Nayeon]: fuck [Nayeon]: i didnt see this [Nayeon]: he called this morning asking about you [Nayeon]: i accidentally told him you werent here [Nayeon]: im so sorry where are you [You]: its okay its my fault for texting so late [You]: i was at mingyus place [You]: ill tell you more later [Nayeon]: WHAT???
By the time Mingyu walks in, heâs mildly surprised to see you awake, pausing at the door as he takes in your huddled form. You sit up immediately, noting his still messy hair and the backwards sweatshirt heâs thrown on over his boxers. The question tumbles out of your lips before you can help it, âWas that Seokmin?â
âGood morning to you too,â he grumbles sarcastically, coming up on the bed to join you in your huddle fest. Youâre a little embarrassed at the way youâve greeted him first thing when he sees you, but his expression when he continues replaces it with something akin to fear. âAnd yeah, it was him.â
You want to ask him a follow up question, but you arenât sure what to say, simply staring at him, hoping heâd get the hint and continue by himself. He does.Â
âThe idiot has a spare key so he justâŚâ He trails off, rubbing his hands on his face, âhe just walked in straight to the room. Got the shock of his life, I suppose, âcause it woke me up while you kept snoring.âÂ
âHe walked into the room?!â you nearly screech, hand clamped over mouth, horrified. âWhat did he say to you?â
Mingyu has the audacity to laugh, simply tugging you back down on the bed to hold you. You briefly wonder how heâs so casual about this. âThereâs not really an expected reaction from someone when they find you half naked in bed with their sister.âÂ
The haphazardly shoved sweatshirt and no pants look was starting to make sense. âI heard you talking downstairs, what were you talking about?âÂ
âNothing you have to worry your pretty little head about,â his lips graze the shell of your ear as he snuggles further into you. âHe wants you home by seven though.âÂ
You throw your head back in a whine, âGod, what am I gonna do?âÂ
âYouâll be fine, he didnât smack me, he canât possibly be that mad at you.âÂ
âWhat was he then, ecstatic?â you retort.Â
âI mean,â his energy shifts a little. âI think heâs just a little hurt that he wasnât told.âÂ
âSo youâve done your damage control and now I need to pray he doesnât disown me.âÂ
âGod, youâre being so negative,â he comments and you canât help but round up on him.
âAnd youâre acting like you donât care!â
Heâs planting a fat kiss on your cheek at your outburst, coming in to coddle you even more. âIâm kidding, I just want you to relax, donât be upset.âÂ
âHas he given you his verdict yet?â you ask quietly.
He sighs at the question and you canât imagine his answer being any good. âNot yet, pretty up in the air about it.âÂ
When he sees you deflate even more in his arms, he continues, âIâm sure heâs gonna come around, he loves you too much to not. Itâs just a matter of time while he gets to make sense of the situation, donât worry about it.âÂ
âI hope so,â you reply.
âWe might have wash his socks for the next five years once he does, but itâs okay.âÂ
You canât help but snort at the prospect, âHis feet are stinkier than the regular humanâs, are you sure about that?â
He grins, âIâd do it for you.â
You push his face away, rolling your eyes at his attempt to be sappy. âYouâre gonna keep me for five years?âÂ
His smile drops as you feel the atmosphere shift in the slightest, his presence moving impossibly closer to you. âIâm gonna keep you forever.â
Hearing it is enough to have you lurching forward, closing the final gap between you so you can give in to the urge to kiss him. Heâs enthusiastic to give back, pulling your body to face him entirely as you mumble between kisses, âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
The rest of the day (once your anxietyâs calmed down, at least) is spent loitering around each other as you migrate around the house in random excess. He makes you breakfast, and you need to physically restrain him to stop feeding you every bite of pancake and bacon. You let him make your favourite for lunch though, after you finally admitted how much you truly liked his Chow Mein, going as far as to run to the store to grab the stuff he was missing. He returns with a bag of groceries, not missing an abnormal amount of moonpie value packs that he stashes in his cabinets because âyouâre gonna be around all the timeâ.Â
6:30 rolls around quicker than either of you would have liked, needing to wiggle out of Mingyuâs hold on his couch to change out of your half naked state. He continues to delay you another ten minutes as he refuses to open his car door to let you walk into the apartment building, leaning over the console to continue mumbling whines between your own consoling kisses.Â
By the time youâre making the walk of shame up to your door, the pit of anxiety that began to brew this morning returns from its dormancy, no Mingyu here to help ease your nerves, Gripping your key tight in your hands, you brace yourself to jam and twist to finally end this matter once and for all (at least you hope you can).Â
Seokmin is waiting on the couch for arrival like a parent waiting to catch their child in the act. He briefly glances over at you as you whisper a tame âHiâ, slipping off your shoes. He doesnât reply as he merely grabs the remote to pause his show, casting a heightened awkward atmosphere at the silence thatâs now engulfing the room. You tread carefully over to the couch, where Seokmin sits with his arms crossed.Â
It takes one look at his face for you to suddenly want to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. He didnât look angry, and perhaps you wouldâve preferred his aggression if it didnât mean having to look at a hurt Seokmin. You sit in silence for a couple dramatic minutes, hoping he would start talking so you wouldnât have to. Yet, when you realize you might have to say something anyway for fear of crushing under the pressure, you find yourself opening your mouth.Â
âAre you upset?â Of course, heâs upset, you idiot.
âI justââ he starts, before sighing. âI just wish one of you wouldâve told me what was going on.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry,â you reply. âI didnât want either of you to have an excuse to be upset with each other, so I justâŚâ
âI get that it was a recent thing but I think I deserved as much to know what was happening when I wasnât around.â
You wince as speaks, realizing he hasnât caught on to the fact that this isnât recent at all â for you at least. âUm, about thatâŚâ
âWhat? Thereâs more?â he scoffs.Â
âI, uhâŚIâve liked him since like fifth gradeââ Heâs immediately jaw dropped, eyes bulged, taking a sharp breath. âBut! In my defense, it was really obviousâitâs honestly your fault for not noticing.â
âMyâMy fault?!â he sputters. âThatâs like, forever, and you told me nothing? Mingyu told me this was recent, why did he lie?âÂ
âHe didnât, nothing happened till last night, I swear.â You cringe at what youâre entailing. âIt was just me that liked him for that long, he figured it out pretty early on butâŚâ
âHeâs finally reciprocating now?â he suggests, almost sarcastically.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out lightly.Â
âThis is insane,â he blows out a breath of air, massaging his temples.Â
âIâm not being stupid about him,â you mutter lowly, âThis isnât some puppy dog crush, especially not after so long.âÂ
Heâs silent.Â
âIâm telling you this because I donât want you to think Iâm jumping into this blind, especially for what it means for you too.âÂ
No response.Â
âIâm sorry that you had to find out like this, itâs really not how I wanted it to go.â And when youâre met with even more silence, you find yourself continuing. âPlease, talk to me. Cuss me out if you want, Iâd honestly rather you yell at me.â
Seokmin sighs for the near hundredth time, finally looking like he might say something. âI want you to listen to me very carefully.â Â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, mind immediately going to the worst. Was he going to ask you to break up with him?
âIâm gonna choose to trust the both of you on this,â he starts, and you nearly melt into the cushions, âItâs your life, you can date whoever you want. AndâŚI guess Mingyu is better than someone else. Probably uses bad hair gel though.âÂ
Youâre catapulting yourself off the couch at the sound of that, throwing yourself onto an unassuming Seokmin. âThank you, thank you, thank you!âÂ
âOW! Okay! Geez, get off,â he grumbles as he finally stops wrestling you to let go of him, hugging you back as you squeeze his shoulders tight.Â
âI promise I wonât keep anything like this from you again.âÂ
âYou better not,â he huffs as you let go of him, âDonât think this means youâre forgiven. You still have a lot to tell me.âÂ
âI promise I wonât leave out a thing.â
The following weeks are near bliss, following your very loud confrontation with Nayeon when she gets back from her summer vacation, her screams at every plot turn having you praying for her neighbors. You doubt she believed you despite everything, not until she physically sees Mingyu come in one day, making a beeline to peck you on the lips before greeting anyone else. Her dropped jaw was very telling.Â
Even now, as Mingyu sports the title of the lame alumnus that still hangs around campus as he grips your hand, walking through the grass, the double takes youâre receiving seem to be traveling quite fast. You wouldnât necessarily blame them considering the trickier than usual dynamic you sport due to your brother (and you guess due to his reputation as well).Â
But you also knew theyâd be quick to die out as the newer batches of students come flying in â Mingyu will soon become a very well kept secret, in one way if not the other.Â
His neighbors, however, must be wishing he had the same sentiment as well, considering the absolutely foul noises that are coming from his apartment.Â
Youâre learning very quickly that Mingyuâs innocent touchiness can turn into something of the opposite at any given time, exhibit A being now as you try your damn hardest to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Mingyu works his own mouth on your cunt. The knees over his shoulders are shivering from the expense, fingers pumping into your hole as he rubbed a particular spot with his tongue that had you gripping onto his hair tight.Â
As much as Mingyu loves to hear you, you find his other hand being brought up to place two fingers in your mouth for you as the perfect pacifier, sounds limiting extensively.Â
By the time youâre coming undone, sprawled on his couch like you just ran a marathon, youâre quick to realize that he has no intention of letting you have a breather. It takes one shove for him to pull his pulsing length out of his pants, tip pushing into your still sopping hole as he invited all of him inside you.Â
Youâll never forget the first time Mingyu fucked you raw, right after you told him he had the green light after taking your birth control pills. It was magic, youâve never seen him this vocal as he finished inside you nearly four times in a single night. His moans remain loud even still, as he brings your thighs to press over your chest, basically folding you in half. The mere sound of your wetness as he pumps in and out of you is enough to have you nearly careening over the edge, especially when you feel a desperate hand reach out to rub fast circles on your clit.Â
You throw your head back as you cum for the second time, pulsing around him in a grip Mingyu canât believe has the ability to become tighter. Itâs enough for him though, as he leans his forehead against your chest as he releases himself inside you.Â
He doesnât think heâll ever get tired of it, watching you filled to the brim with his cum, even as it drips onto the blankets youâve laid down below. He has half a mind to stuff the liquid back inside you, but fears youâre tired enough, the overstimulation too much for you.Â
By the time youâve cleaned up and resumed the movie you shouldâve been done with hours ago, cuddled impossibly close to him, you find yourself remembering something quite out of the blue.
âHey, not that I really care anymore,â you start, âBut who were the guys you were talking to that day? From the party.â
âStopped hanging out with them ages ago,â Mingyu scoffs, face souring at the mention of them. âI mean, it was me who said all that bullshit, but they werenât exactly good influences either. Learned that pretty quick.â
âOh,â you reply simply, letting your head fall back onto his chest.
He doesnât seem to be having any of it, grabbing your chin to have you face him. âIâm still really sorry about that. I donât care if you chase my tail for another fifty years, itâll always be adorable.â
âForgave you a long time ago, but I think I have a condition now.âÂ
He quirks a brow at your words. âWhat does her Highness ask of me?â
âThat you chase my tail for another fifteen to make up for all the running Iâve done.âÂ
Heâs laughing at that, agreeing to your condition as places loving smooches all over your face. âConsider it done.â
Itâs later on in the night, both of you huddled in ratty hoodies and mismatched slippers, plastic bag crinkling along Mingyuâs arm as you giggle about something he said. Youâre enjoying your fudgsicle in the peace and serenity of the 1 AM hour, making your trek home after raiding the corner store down the block. Mingyu suddenly halts in his tracks as he sees a particularly pretty set of flowers, illuminated by the fluorescent street lights.Â
âBabe, babe, stand here let me take a picture of you.â
âWhat?â you frown, holding up your stick of iced chocolate. âIâm not done yet.â
You watch as he grabs the melting popsicle from your hand downing the entire thing in one go as you watch him, hand still outstretched and jaw dropped. âMingyu, you bitch!â
He only smiles as he mulls the chocolate in his mouth, words basically gibberish, ââereâs more in the baâ, now go stan'!âÂ
You huff as you trudge to where he was asking you to pose, throwing a couple peace signs to satiate the home video urges in him so you could rip open your second fudgsicle.Â
âWait! You got a little chocolate on your mouth.â he announces, and you stick your tongue out to lick past the remnants of the sweetness. âNoâ wait.â
He walks over to you as your still trying to find the spot you missed, unassuming as he swings into your face to kiss the remaining off. âOh, nevermind, it was nothing.âÂ
You push him off as heat crawls up your face, feigning annoyance at his antics. You decide to forgive him when rips open another fudgsicle for you, offering it with both hands, promising to not steal a single lick. You believe him, snatching the stick from him as you continue your trek home.Â
Itâs not until heâs attempting to send you the pictures he just took to your phone so you could post them (which, with the way you looked, fat chance) that he notices something in your albums.Â
âOh, are these grad photos?â he asks as he clicks the album open.
âMhm,â you hum not paying too much attention as you walked and ate.Â
âWhyâs there only one picture here?â he asks as he pulls up to find nothing more left to load.Â
Itâs only then that you bring your full attention to your phone in his hand as you realize what picture heâs talking about, âOh god, donât look at that one.â
He does the obvious thing and opens it anyway, a louder than necessary âawâ coming out his mouth. âWhy do you look like Iâm about to eat you?âÂ
âIt felt like it!â you whine, remembering the moment clear as day. âThey kept pestering me to take a picture with you too, I was tryna book it out of there at first chance.âÂ
He giggles as he zooms into the photo, âIâm sending this to myself.â
You groan loudly at the thought, âGod, just delete it, leave it alone.â
He tucks the phone into himself further, not letting you grab it. âNo, youâre not deleting it. Why do you have it tucked into a separate folder if you hate it so much.â
Heâs got you there, you realize quickly, and he reigns in his victory as he watches you grimace at the phone slightly, adding on, âit has a lot of feelings attached to it, I get it. But look, we can attach new feelings to it, now youâll think about right now the next time you see it.â
âThink about you hijacking my fudgsicles? I think I prefer heartbreak,â you say, bringing your half eaten pop closer to your body in case he tries anything.Â
Youâre deemed correct when he replies, motioning towards your concealed treat, âCareful, I can still pounce when youâre not looking.âÂ
Shoving your hands into the swinging bag hanging on Mingyuâs arm, you bring out a thing of sausage and shove it towards him, âYou leave me and my fudgsicle alone, go be lousy and suck on this or whatever.â
âYouâd know alot about that, wouldnât you?â he notes casually, grabbing the sausage anyway as he unwraps it to take a bite.Â
It takes you a second to realize what heâs talking about while he stares at you with a mischievous expression, coming to shove him when the innuendo finally registers in your head. You do the opposite this time, pointing the melting chocolate toward him instead, threatening to smear it all over his white hoodie.Â
He laughs at the sight, disarming you by simply moving your wrist away, coming to kiss you on the mouth hard regardless of your annoyed expression.Â
âLove yaââ he giggles.Â
âHm.â
âWhat, hm? Say it back.â
You pretend to wonder, âI donât think so.â
âSay it!â he groans, âSay it, say it!âÂ
You manage to wriggle out of his hold, booking it before he realises whatâs happening.Â
âHey!âÂ
Your both probably waking up the entire neighborhood with how loud youâre yelling and laughing, and even when he manages to tackle you down on somebodyâs lawn, coaxing the words out of you with borderline violence, you still manage to smile, thanking your lucky stars that you got what you wanted after all.Â
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he asks with an undertone.Â
âThanking my stars they led me to you,â you reply.Â
âMore like the other way around. Needed the fattest fucking star to realize what was in front of me all along,â he jests himself.Â
It sparks a laugh out of you. âI love you.â
âAnd I love you.â
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Worst calls I've ever had working site security:
"There is a woman with no pants on behind the building"
"There is a guy with a knife out behind the building"
"Someone is taking a shit behind the building"
"This guy threw up three times and will not leave"
"There is a pack of teenage boys on mountain bikes riding around the building"
"There's a dead body out front" (not dead)
"There's a dead body in the parking lot" (not dead)
"There is a naked person in the bathroom"
"Someone is unconscious on the toilet"
"The angry lady who is constantly stealing is back"
"The loud racist guy is back"
"There is a very stubborn elderly man eating soup in a restricted area who is refusing to relocate"
"Someone let their large untrained non-service dog off-leash in the deli"
"There is a shirtless man smoking meth in a tree"
"There is a man covered in an unknown chemical substance insisting he needs to come inside to fight someone"
"An incredibly drunk man is trying to go home with the middle schooler who works at the candy store"
"And incredibly drunk man is trying to go home with the bank teller and is very insulted that she is treating him like some common creep"
"This woman will not leave the deli with her 'trained service lizard'"
"The new guy at the bread shop who is blind is trying to get in through the wrong gate and everyone's too nervous to go talk to him so we're all just standing here staring like assholes"
"The guy who always steals is back"
"The guy who yells scripture in front of the liquor store is back"
"I saw someone who looks homeless can you do something"
"We need you to remove a person who we're 80% sure just stole a pack of gum, no we do not have evidence but like just trust us on it"
"Can you stand between two people while they scream at each other so they don't stab each other"
"Someone just peed in the book store"
"Someone shit their pants and we don't know where they are"
"There is a live lobster somewhere"
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pretty in pink - CARLOS SAINZ
pairing :Â carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader kinktober day 16 - lingerie
summary : spending 23 grand on a shopping spree? that's something only y/n can do, but of course the money spent will always be worth it, especially when she gets something that can benefit her and carlos
warnings/notes : swearing, a bit of plot, smut, spit, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!), hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, anal sex, mention and use of sex toys, gagging, praise kink, explicit photography (with consent of course)
word count :Â 5.7k
a/n :Â sorry if this took so long, i was so busy these past few days
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Y/n walked through the front door, arms laden with shopping bags. "I'm home!" she called out cheerfully, expecting Carlos to greet her. When there was no response, she assumed he must still be asleep after his training session this morning.
Humming to herself, Y/n made her way to the kitchen, setting her purchases down on the counter. She opened the refrigerator door, bending over to grab a bottle of water.
Suddenly, strong arms encircled her waist from behind, pulling her back against a firm chest. Y/n let out a startled yelp, heart leaping into her throat as she spun around.
Carlos grinned down at her, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well hello there, beautiful," he purred, voice low and husky. "Welcome home."
Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling back. "You scared me half to death, you jerk," she laughed, playfully swatting his chest. "I thought you were asleep."
Carlos chuckled, his hands sliding down to rest on Y/n's hips. "Oh, I was sleeping like a baby...until the bank called to ask if my credit card had been stolen. Apparently, someone went on quite the shopping spree today."
Y/n bit her lip, trying to look innocent. "I may have gone a little overboard," she admitted sheepishly. "But you know how it is when the girls drag you out shopping. One minute you're just browsing, and the next you've maxed out three credit cards."
Carlos raised an eyebrow, amused. "Eight thousand dollars at Sephora? What exactly did you buy, love? The entire store?"
Y/n giggled, leaning into him. "Maybe. But you should see the new eyeshadow palettes I got! They're to die for."
"And don't even get me started on Victoria's Secret," Carlos teased, his hands dipping lower. "Fifteen grand? I think that's more than the GDP of some small countries."
Y/n giggled, playfully swatting Carlos' chest. "C'mon, don't be such a killjoy! I got it for you!"
Realizing how that sounded, her eyes widened and she backpedaled quickly. "Wait, no, that came out wrong! I didn't buy you lingerie to wear, I swear!"
Carlos raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Really? Because I have to say, I'm a bit interested in this... development."
"No, no, nothing like that!" Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "I just figured you'd like seeing me in some of the new sets I got. You know, for your viewing pleasure and all that."
She bit her lip, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I'll model them for you after dinner, if you'd like. Give you a little private fashion show."
Carlos' eyes darkened, his gaze raking over her appreciatively. "Mmm, I think I'd like that very much, amor."
After dinner, Y/n led Carlos to their bedroom, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have three sets to show you tonight," she purred, her hands sliding up his chest. "And I think you're going to like them very much."
She disappeared into the walk-in closet for a moment before emerging in a stunning white lingerie set. The bra was all lace and delicate straps, barely containing her ample breasts. The matching thong was equally skimpy, hugging her hips and leaving little to the imagination.
"What do you think?" Y/n asked, doing a slow spin. The white lace contrasted beautifully against her golden skin, making her look like a naughty angel.
Carlos' eyes darkened with lust, his hands flexing at his sides. "Fuck, Y/n," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You look gorgeous."
Y/n smiled, pleased by Carlos' reaction. "Thank you, baby," she purred, giving him a quick smile before sauntering back into the closet to change into the next set.
A moment later, she emerged in a stunning blue satin ensemble. The bra was a plunging push-up style, making her breasts look even more voluptuous than usual. The high-waisted panties hugged her curves, the satin smooth and cool against her skin.
"What do you think of this one?" Y/n asked, striking a pose. She ran her hands down her sides, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. "I thought the color would bring out my eyes."
Carlos' mouth went dry at the sight of her, his cock already starting to harden in his shorts. "It does," he managed, his voice strained. "It brings out how fucking sexy you are."
Y/n chuckled, her eyes flickering down to the growing bulge in Carlos' shorts. "Whoa there, big boy," she teased, sauntering closer to him. "We've got one more set to go. You need to calm down before you explode."
She reached out, trailing a finger along the waistband of his shorts, feeling the heat of his skin. "Although," she purred, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I can't blame you. I'd be pretty excited too if I had a sexy girlfriend parading around in lingerie."
Carlos groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, Y/n," he growled, his hands settling on her hips. "You're killing me here."
Y/n grinned, giving his bulge a little squeeze before stepping back. "Patience, Carlos," she said, placing a peck on the corner of his lips. "The best is yet to come."
With that, she turned and headed back to the closet to change into the final set, leaving Carlos aching and wanting.
Y/n emerged from the closet for the final time, and Carlos' breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a soft baby pink set, the color he loved most on her. The bra was a delicate lace bralette, barely containing her full breasts. The matching thong was equally sweet, a tiny bow adorning the front.
"This one's my favorite," Carlos said hoarsely, his eyes devouring her. "You look absolutely stunning, Y/n."
Y/n smiled, pleased by his reaction. She did a little twirl, the fabric riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. "I'm glad you like it," she purred, walking towards him. "I picked it just for you."
She stopped in front of him, looping her arms around his neck. "So, what do you think of the whole collection?" she asked, pressing her body against his. "Did I do a good job?"
Carlos nodded, his lips brushing against Y/n's skin as he spoke. "Mhm," he murmured between kisses, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
He pressed his mouth to her abdomen, trailing kisses across her soft skin. "Turn around for me, hermosa?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to see the back again."
Y/n shivered at the command in his tone, and the way he took charge. She obeyed without hesitation, slowly turning in a circle so he could admire the view.
The thong rode up as she moved, revealing the curve of her ass and the tiny pink thong nestled between her cheeks. Carlos groaned, his hands flexing with the urge to grab and squeeze.
Carlos' eyes darkened with lust as Y/n turned, revealing the tantalizing view of her ass barely covered by the thin pink thong. "Dios mio," he breathed, his hands flexing with the urge to grab and squeeze. "Can I rip it off?"
"Carlos, no," Y/n protested weakly, even as a thrill raced through her at his intensity. "I just bought this a few hours ago."
But he was already moving, his large hands gripping her hips and spinning her back around. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers in the delicate fabric of the thong and ripped, the sound of tearing lace filling the room.
Y/n gasped as the flimsy garment gave way, Carlos tossing it aside carelessly. He pushed her back onto the bed, crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his eye.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming over her bare skin. "I can't wait to ruin you."
Y/n whined as Carlos manhandled her, his rough treatment sending a thrill through her body despite her protests. "Carlos, c'mon," she pleaded, even as her hips bucked up against him. "I really liked that set."
Carlos just grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "Sorry, baby," he purred, nipping at her earlobe. "But you look even better out of it."
He kissed down her neck, his hands sliding under her to unhook the delicate bra. With a flick of his fingers, the clasp came undone, and he tossed the lacy garment aside.
Y/n's breasts spilled free, and Carlos groaned at the sight. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growled, cupping the soft mounds in his hands. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to tease a pebbled nipple.
She arched into the touch, a moan escaping her lips. "Carlos," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Please..."
Carlos paused, looking up at Y/n with a raised eyebrow. "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Are you asking me to stop ruining your pretty lingerie?"
Y/n bit her lip, shaking her head. "No," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not asking you to stop."
A slow, wicked grin spread across Carlos' face. "That's what I thought," he purred, his lips curving into a smirk.
He continued his journey down her body, his kisses growing more heated as he went. He nuzzled the soft skin of her belly, his stubble rasping against her sensitive flesh.
Lower and lower he went, until his face was level with her pelvis. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. "I'll buy you another pair of this set tomorrow," he promised, his voice muffled against her skin. "But for now..."
Carlos dipped his head between Y/n's thighs, his tongue delving into her folds with sensual, deliberate strokes. He took his time, savoring the taste of her, the way she writhed and moaned beneath him.
"Carlos, baby," Y/n gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "So good, god you're so good."
She ground against his face, her hips bucking as she chased her pleasure. But Carlos wasn't having it. He pushed her hips back down, holding her in place.
"Calm down, mi amor," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. "I've got you. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Y/n whimpered, her body trembling with need. But she forced herself to still, trusting Carlos to bring her to the heights of ecstasy.
Carlos rewarded her obedience with a long, slow lick, his tongue swirling around her clit. He alternated between broad strokes and targeted flicks, building her pleasure steadily.
Carlos continued his assault on Y/n's pussy, his tongue delving deep, savoring every inch of her. He wasn't rushing, wasn't devouring her like a starved man. No, he was taking his time, committing every taste, every texture to memory.
The way she dripped onto his tongue, coating his taste buds with her essence. The little gasps and moans she made, music to his ears. The way her thighs trembled on either side of his head, her body surrendering to his touch.
He was messy, spit dripping down his chin, smearing across his cheeks. But he didn't care. All that mattered was Y/n, her pleasure, her satisfaction.
Carlos kept his mouth firmly planted between Y/n's thighs, his tongue delving deep into her soaked folds. God, she was so wet, her arousal coating his chin and dripping down onto the sheets below.
He moaned against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His nose bumped against her clit with each thrust of his tongue, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing with need.
Y/n's legs slowly wrapped around his head, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer. "Fuck, baby," she panted, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Keep going, it feels so good. Like that, just like that."
Y/n's moans grew louder, her hips rocking against Carlos' face as he devoured her. She gasped as she felt his fingers teasing her entrance, circling the sensitive flesh but not quite penetrating.
"I want more, Carlos," she whimpered, her voice high and needy. "I want your fingers inside."
Carlos obliged, slowly pushing one finger into her tight heat. He groaned at the feel of her, hot and wet and perfect around him. He pumped his finger in and out, curling it to hit that special spot inside her.
Y/n keened, her back arching off the bed as he fingered her. "Yes, yes, just like that," she chanted, her walls clenching around his digits. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Carlos thrust his middle finger deep into Y/n's pussy, the longest digit providing the perfect stretch. She moaned loudly, her legs shaking as he pumped in and out, curling his finger to hit her G-spot with each stroke.
Her body seemed to be at war with itself, her legs trembling and threatening to close, but her pussy clenching greedily around his finger, silently begging for more.
Carlos could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around him, her moans growing higher and more desperate. He doubled his efforts, adding a second finger and rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"That's it, baby," he growled against her skin. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."
Y/n's body tensed, her orgasm building slowly but surely. It took a few moments, but when it finally hit, it crashed over her like a pile of falling bricks.
Her back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. It was as if they were in a soundproof room, her moans echoing off the walls, filling the space with the symphony of her ecstasy.
Carlos worked her through it, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on her sensitive flesh. He lapped at her clit, drawing out her climax until she was a writhing, trembling mess beneath him.
Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Carlos gently withdrew his fingers, pressing a tender kiss to her inner thigh.
Carlos continued his worship of Y/n's body, his lips trailing kisses up and down her trembling thighs. He took his time, savoring the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her soft skin beneath his lips.
Then, unable to resist any longer, he dipped his head back between her legs, his tongue delving into her soaked folds once more. Y/n gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
He ate her out with fervor, his tongue swirling around her clit, dipping into her entrance, lapping up her essence. Y/n shook beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of sensation.
Carlos could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around his tongue, her moans growing higher and more desperate. He doubled his efforts, determined to bring her to the edge once more.
Y/n's hands fisted in Carlos' hair, tugging him closer as he devoured her. "Baby, you feel so good," she panted, her hips rocking against his face. "Keep going, don't stop."
Carlos growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep, lapping at her walls, flicking rapidly over her clit.
Y/n's thighs began to tremble, her body tensing as her second orgasm approached. "Carlos, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." she gasped, her words dissolving into a high, keening moan as she came undone.
Carlos worked her through it, his mouth never leaving her pussy, prolonging her pleasure until she was a boneless, satisfied mess beneath him.
Y/n came again and again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasms. Carlos gentled his touch, his tongue lapping softly at her sensitive flesh as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
He pulled back, pressing tender kisses to her trembling thighs. "You're so pretty when you cum," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "The way you shake, the sounds you make... it's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Y/n whimpered, her body still twitching with aftershocks. Carlos' words, combined with the feeling of his lips on her skin, sent a fresh surge of arousal through her.
"More," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need more, Carlos. Please..."
Carlos trailed kisses up Y/n's body, leaving a trail of hickies in his wake. He nipped at her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. "Can you take more, mi amor?" he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're already shaking so much..."
Y/n whimpered, her body trembling with need. "Yes," she gasped, her nails raking down his back. "I need more, Carlos. Please, I can take it. I want it all."
Carlos grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "As you wish," he purred, his hand sliding down to palm her ass. "But first..."
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming her, tasting himself on her lips. Y/n moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his, her body arching into his touch.
Carlos' hand slid from Y/n's ass to her lower back, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her skin. "The panties would look pretty with that buttplug I got you," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You know, the one with the pink heart gem?"
Y/n nodded, a shiver running through her at the mention of the toy. "I was planning to use it soon," she admitted, her voice breathy with anticipation.
Carlos smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "It's such a shame though," he purred, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the cleft of her ass. "I already ripped the panties."
Y/n gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the touch. "Carlos," she whimpered, her voice a mix of need and frustration. "You're such a tease."
"All part of the fun, mi amor," he chuckled, his fingers continuing their maddening dance. "Now, where did I put that thing?"
Y/n pointed to the nightstand beside the bed. "I think it's in there," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Your side."
Carlos released her, rolling over to rummage through the drawer. He pulled out the pink heart-shaped buttplug, holding it up triumphantly. "Found it," he grinned, crawling back over to Y/n.
He ran the smooth metal over her lips, letting her taste the cold surface. "Open up, baby," he instructed, pressing the tip to her mouth. "Get it nice and wet for me."
Y/n parted her lips, taking the buttplug into her mouth. She sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the base, coating it liberally with saliva.
Y/n looked up at Carlos through her lashes, her eyes wide and innocent, the buttplug still nestled between her lips. She sucked on it slowly, sensually, her cheeks hollowing as she applied suction.
"Fuck, you're so cute," Carlos groaned, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. "Such a good girl, getting your toy all wet for me."
He reached out, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her plump bottom lip. "That's enough, mi amor," he murmured, gently withdrawing the buttplug from her mouth. "Time to put it to better use."
Y/n whimpered softly, her eyes following the movement of the toy as Carlos positioned it at her entrance. He pressed the tip against her, applying gentle pressure, watching her face intently for any sign of discomfort.
Y/n moaned as she felt the cool metal of the buttplug pressing against her sensitive skin. Carlos watched her face intently, gauging her reaction as he slowly pushed the toy inside her.
"That's it, baby," he crooned, his voice low and encouraging. "Just relax and let it in. You're doing so well."
She continued to whimper, her hands fisting in the sheets as the buttplug stretched her, filling her in a way she hadn't experienced before. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one, and as Carlos twisted the base, the pink heart-shaped jewel nestled snugly between her cheeks.
"There," he said, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Don't you look pretty with your new toy."
Carlos helped Y/n onto her hands and knees, admiring the way her ass jutted out, the buttplug nestled snugly between her cheeks. He ran his hands over her curves, spreading her open, exposing her most intimate parts.
"Can I take a picture, mi amor?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "I want to remember this moment forever."
Y/n hesitated, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Mhm," she murmured, nodding shyly. "But... but don't show anyone, okay?"
Carlos chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the small of her back. "Of course not, baby," he assured her. "These pictures are for me and me only to enjoy."
He grabbed his phone, snapping a few shots from various angles, capturing Y/n in all her vulnerable, exposed glory. Each click of the shutter sent a thrill through him, the knowledge that he was the only one who would ever see these images, that he had her complete trust.
Carlos groaned, his eyes roaming over Y/n's exposed body. "Fuck, you're so pretty baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
He quickly shed his shorts and boxers, his hard cock springing free, bobbing between his legs. He moved behind Y/n, gripping her hips, holding her in place as he teased the tip of his cock against her entrance.
He rubbed it back and forth, catching on her clit with each pass, making her gasp and shudder. "Look at you," he purred, his fingers digging into her hips. "So wet and ready for me. I can't wait to be inside you."
Y/n whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more. Carlos chuckled darkly, continuing his maddening tease, keeping her on edge, making her ache for his touch.
She panted, her hips wiggling back against Carlos. "Carlos, I want more," she pleaded, her voice high and needy.
Carlos smiled, pushing just the tip of his cock inside her. Y/n moaned, her walls fluttering around him, trying to draw him deeper.
"That's it, baby," Carlos purred, reaching around to wiggle the buttplug. Y/n cried out, her body shaking as the toy shifted inside her, sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.
Even with just the tip inside her, Y/n was moaning like she was in a porno, her body responding to every touch, every tease. Carlos grinned, loving the effect he had on her, the way he could reduce her to a writhing, desperate mess with just a few well-placed touches.
Carlos grabbed a fistful of Y/n's hair, pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail. "This pretty mouth of yours needs to shut up this time around, okay?" he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You were so loud earlier, we already had noise complaints last week because of you."
He reached for her ripped panties, balling them up and pressing them into her mouth. Y/n's eyes widened, a muffled whimper escaping her as he tied the fabric around her head, effectively gagging her.
"There," Carlos purred, admiring his handiwork. "Now you can scream all you want, and no one will hear you."
He lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her, filling her completely.
Y/n's muffled moan was music to his ears, her body clenching around him, welcoming him home.
Y/n's back arched as Carlos filled her, her fingers digging into the pillow in front of her. Despite the gag, her moans were still loud, her pleasure evident in the way her body moved, the way she rocked back against him.
"Shh, baby," Carlos chided, his hand coming down on her ass in a gentle spank. "Be quiet now."
He repeated the action, alternating cheeks, the sting of his palm mixing with the pleasure of his cock inside her. Y/n whimpered, her hips jerking with each impact, her moans muffled but no less intense.
Carlos grinned, loving the way she responded to him, the way she surrendered to his touch, his control. He continued his steady rhythm, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
Carlos looked down, groaning at the sight of Y/n's pussy, so wet and stretched around him. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby," he grunted, his hips snapping forward, driving into her harder.
His hand found the buttplug, wiggling it, teasing her. He pushed it halfway out, then twisted it, pushing it back in, making Y/n's body jerk and shudder.
"That's it, take it all," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take my cock, take the plug, let me fill you up."
Y/n whimpered, her body trembling, torn between the pleasure and the slight discomfort of being so full. But Carlos didn't let up, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release.
Carlos cooed softly, his voice a stark contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. "So cute, baby," he murmured, reaching around to pinch Y/n's nipples, rolling them between his fingers. "You always look so pretty in pink."
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Y/n's body jerked, a muffled moan escaping her as the buttplug shifted, pressing against her walls.
Carlos grinned, loving the way she looked, the way she felt, the way she responded to him. He could feel his own release approaching, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Gonna cum," he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass as he chased his pleasure. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck, you feel so good."
Y/n's body was weak, her muscles trembling with the effort of holding herself up, of taking Carlos' relentless thrusts. But fuck, it felt so good, the pleasure consuming her, overwhelming her senses.
She moaned around the panties in her mouth, the sound muffled but no less desperate, no less needy. Her pussy clenched around Carlos' cock, her walls fluttering, trying to draw him deeper, hold him closer.
Carlos could feel her tightening around him, could hear the desperation in her moans. He knew she was close, could feel her body tensing, preparing for release.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his hand snaking around to rub her clit. "Cum for me. Let go, let me feel you."
Y/n's body seized, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She shook and trembled, her moans rising in pitch, her pussy clamping down on Carlos' cock like a vice.
Carlos groaned, his hips stuttering as he found his own release. "Fuck, baby," he grunted, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum. "You're taking it so well."
He collapsed over her, his chest pressing against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist. They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, both trying to catch their breath.
Slowly, carefully, Carlos pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from Y/n's pussy. He reached for the buttplug, gently removing it, tossing it aside.
"You did so good, mi amor," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. "I'm so proud of you."
Y/n turned in Carlos' arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I want more," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.
Carlos grinned, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Anal?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
Y/n bit her lip, nodding shyly. "Yes," she breathed, her body already trembling with anticipation. "I want to try it, with you."
Carlos' grin widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked, his tone gentle despite his eagerness. "We can take it slow, go at your pace."
Y/n nodded, her resolve strengthening. "I'm sure," she said, her voice steady. "I trust you, Carlos. I know you'll take care of me."
Carlos guided Y/n to sit on his lap, her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread wide. "I'll take the plug out," he murmured, his fingers trailing over her skin. "And I'll help you, every step of the way."
Y/n nodded, leaning back into him, trusting him completely. Carlos reached between her legs, his fingers finding the base of the buttplug. Slowly, gently, he pulled it out, the metal sliding free with a soft pop.
She moaned, her body clenching at the sudden emptiness. Carlos soothed her with soft kisses to her neck, his hands rubbing her thighs. "Shh, I've got you," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. "We'll go slow, just relax."
He reached for the lube, slicking his fingers generously. "Tell me if anything hurts, okay?" he said, his tone serious. "Your comfort is the most important thing."
Carlos circled Y/n's entrance with a slick finger, gently pressing in, breaching her slowly. Y/n whimpered, her body tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion.
"Breathe, baby," Carlos coached, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her stomach. "Relax for me."
He worked his finger deeper, curling it slightly, searching for that special spot. When he found it, Y/n cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"There," Carlos purred, rubbing the spot firmly. "Does that feel good?"
Y/n nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Yes," she gasped, her voice strained. "It's so intense, but so good- Fuck..."
Carlos added a second finger, stretching her slowly, preparing her for his cock. He scissored them, gently, carefully, watching her face for any signs of pain or discomfort.
Carlos continued his gentle ministrations, his fingers moving in and out of Y/n's tight heat, curling and stroking, finding all the sensitive spots that made her gasp and moan. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips, murmuring words of praise and encouragement.
"You're doing so well, baby," he whispered, his thumb brushing over her clit. "Taking me so perfectly. I'm so proud of you."
Y/n whimpered, her body trembling under his touch, under his words. She felt so full, so stretched, but it was a good ache, a pleasure she'd never known before.
Carlos could tell she was getting close, her walls fluttering around his fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He doubled his efforts, his fingers pumping faster, harder, his thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit.
"Cum for me, mi amor," he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire. "Let go, let me see you cum"
Y/n's body seized, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She whimpered and moaned, her hips bucking wildly, her inner walls clamping down on Carlos' fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice high and breathy. "Oh god, Carlos, it's so much, it's too much-"
Her words dissolved into incoherent babble as the pleasure consumed her, her body shaking and trembling in Carlos' arms. He held her tight, his fingers still moving inside her, drawing out her climax, making it last as long as possible.
"That's it, baby," he crooned, his lips brushing her ear. "Ride it out, let it take you. You're doing so fucking well."
Carlos gently turned Y/n's face towards him, his eyes locked on hers. "Look down, baby," he instructed softly. "See? It's all the way in."
Y/n's gaze followed his, her eyes widening as she saw the slight bulge of Carlos' cock inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. "I feel so full," she whispered, her voice awestruck. "I can feel you everywhere."
Carlos grinned, his hands sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts. "That's because you're taking me so perfectly," he praised, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "Every inch of you is wrapped around me, squeezing me, hugging me tight."
Y/n moaned, her hips shifting slightly, the movement sending sparks of pleasure racing through her. "It's so big," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "But it feels so good, Carlos. So right."
Carlos couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Y/n riding him, her body moving with a wild abandon, her eyes filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated lust. Her hair was a mess, falling gracefully over one shoulder, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her mouth open, drool leaking from the corner.
She was a vision, a goddess, and she was all his.
Carlos gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her movements, helping her chase her pleasure. He watched as her body tensed, her walls clamping down around him, her moans rising in pitch.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Ride me, take what you need. Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, so perfect, so mine."
Y/n's body shook, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. She was close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Her body tensed, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her voice strained, her eyes wild with pleasure.
Carlos could feel her tightening around him, her walls fluttering, clenching, trying to draw him deeper. "Keep going, baby," he urged, his hips snapping up to meet her downward thrusts. "Let go, cum for me. I've got you, I'm right here."
Y/n threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook, her pussy clamping down on Carlos' cock like a vice, milking him, trying to pull him over the edge with her.
Carlos groaned, his own release building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, baby," he grunted, his hips stuttering, his rhythm faltering. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up, fuck-"
As their orgasms crashed over them, Y/n's body spasmed, her movements becoming jerky, uncoordinated. She fell forward, her chest pressing against Carlos', her face nestling into the crook of his neck.
Carlos' arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his cock still buried deep inside her, throbbing with the aftershocks of his release. "I've got you, baby," he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. "I'm here, I'm right here."
They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies joined, their hearts beating in sync. Carlos pressed soft kisses to Y/n's hair, her forehead, her cheek, murmuring words of love and praise.
"You did so well, mi amor," he whispered, his voice low and tender. "You took me so perfectly, gave me everything. I love you so much, Y/n. So fucking much."
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My Woman
Jenna Ortega x Fem G!P SMUT!!!
18+ only
"baby?" jenna called as she walked into your shared apartment. you both recently moved in together, with both of your careers taking off to an amazing start, you wanted to finally live together after dating for almost three years.
"i'm in the kitchen, my love!" you say back to her as your finishing up cleaning the dishes from the night before. both of you being to tired after diner to clean up, you saved it for the next day.
you smile when you hear soft steps enter the kitchen behind you, "there's my woman.." you say as you turn around with a grin, walking over to the shorter girl and softly grasp her face.
"and there's my baby, i missed you-" she cuts off her sentence to lean into you closer, "and fuck you smell good honey." she then wraps her arms around your toned torso while leaning in to place soft but firm kisses to your jaw line.
you giggle softly while rubbing your hands along the small of her back and let them slide lower while kissing her temple sweetly, " i knew you'd like the new perfume, got it today actually" you say while smiling and rubbing the soft of her ass, she moans lightly in your neck, still placing kisses but more wetter as she begins to slightly nibble on your sweet spot, only her knowing where it truly is. which is the only way you'd want it.
with a teasing push away, you peck her forehead and grab her hand, dragging her towards the front door, "babeeeeee, what are you doing?" she asks while whining with her head thrown back slightly, you laugh at her actions and grab the keys to your bike and drag her out the door and to the elevator down the hall.
once inside, jenna stands against you as she always needs to be touching you in some way. you love it though. she's your baby doll. you side eye her with a smile as she's still waiting for your response. "what's the pouty face for?" you ask softly, grabbing her hand and holding it firmly.
"i just wanna kiss you and hold you all night in bed, but you're dragging me outside!" she giggles while looking up at you with those pretty brown doe eyes that make you weak in the knees every damn time. you can't help how adorable she is, her hair a little messy from her long day on set, and her plump lips you've yet to kiss, speaking of.
you grab her jaw lightly and bring her lips to hers without another word, her lips move against yours instantly and you smile inside knowing she's pleased with your action. while you're kissing, you rub your thumb along her jawline and begin to lick at her bottom lip, her gladly letting you enter as you two begin kissing harder
"i love you," she moans softly, she's definitely needy today. little does she know you'll take care of that soon, you respond back, then kiss at her jaw.
"at this point just fuck me here, please" she teases lightly, you lift up to look her in the eyes, but before you can say anything, you hear a ding "ah we've arrived, my love." you giggle with a wink, grabbing her hand and walking out.
once you're in the garage you find your bike and get on while helping jenna as well. waiting for her to wrap her arms around you, making sure she has all her gear on, you slowly leave and head off to the road.
while driving, you're plan is just to go to the grocery store to grab some ice cream for you and jenna. you knew she had a long tiring day, so you wanted to have a movie tonight to try and help her relax for the evening. she's been working long hours and you are so proud of her, but she does need her rest. while at a red light, jenna starts to lower one of her hands to rest on the muscle of your thigh.
"baby.." you say as she begins to edge her hand painfully slowly to your crotch. your grip the handles a little tighter than before as she begins to slowly rub your shaft through your jeans. "mmm, i want you so bad, i rather ride you than this bike, honey" she says through your earpiece, then she softly grips your dick since it's hard now, and she continues her torture as the light turns green.
"jenna, please.." you softly whimper as you turn into the grocery parking lot, her hand now back to being wrapped around your waist as before. like nothing ever happened. yeah you were the top in the relationship but she could easily touch you a certain way or say the right words, making you melt in her palm each time.
"seems you're a bit excited, babe." she says while getting off the bike as she looks down at the print in your jeans from her past action, you groan while standing to adjust your pants. failing in making them more comfortable. " yeah so funny. i'm actually leaving you here" you joke as you begin to walk away, but not long as you feel her jump on your back effortlessly, you naturally grabbing at her thighs to hold her there.
"you would never to such a thing.." she whispered in your ear, then kissing your cheek as you playfully rolled your eyes and carried her into the store.
once you sat her down you began to find the frozen section in hopes of finding her favorite ice cream. after telling her about it on the way in, she was beaming like a little girl thinking about her ice cream. standing at the frozen section you scan through and find the butter pecan, per her request of course, and look to see jenna staring cutely at a little girl in the cart, who was smiling at jenna. she begins to wave at the child and she blows kisses back to her. you place your hand on her waist and smile at the interaction.
" she's so adorable, look at her darling," she says to you as she lays her hand on your chest and you smile over at the girl, waving back to her since she did to you. "that she is, maybe we can have us a baby one day. yeah?" you say while starting to walk to the check out. she smiles brightly and hugs your side to her body.
"of course we are! god, a mini you would be so. fucking. cute. and perfect. " she exclaims, you toss your head back with a laugh, " oh yeah? what about we just have one right now?" you say to your girlfriend...
back at your house....
soft moans and the sound of wet skin slapping against the other was heard through the house. you pounding into jenna while hovering over her, your back muscles flex hard under her black nails that have left scratches along your back from your long cock that you're stuffing her soaking pussy with. "fuck baby, you're so fucking tight and wet, damn this pussy" you grunt as you bite at her neck, her moaning in your and the feeling of her hot walls rubbing against your dick perfectly as they always have. you loved her. all of her, and making love to her was never boring. it was better each time, if even possible.
" mmm yes, right there! oh shit, fuck- fuck, i'm gonna cum y/n" she moans loudly, scratching at your shoulders while her legs are tight around your waist and with each thrust of your cock, you can feel her clenching repeatedly around you, knowing she's close. your mouth open slightly, you look down at her with hooded eyes as you begin to fuck into her faster.
"cum with me, jenna. take my baby, i wanna cum all inside this pussy, all in it" you groan, asking her permission silently, she nods " please cum in me. i need your baby, give it to me, please, please, oh fuck-" she moans loudly as you slam into her hips, your cum spurting into her already drenched pussy, she catches her breath as she closes her eyes to take in the feeling of your cum leaking inside her "you okay baby?" you softly ask, kissing her forehead as you're still cumming a little inside her. she hums happily, eyes still closed as the runs her hands through your messy hair, you kiss her soft lips.
slowly pulling out, your cum spilling a little, you look down with a smile and then return to see jenna already looking at you. "i love you so much. whatever happens i trust you and i wanna spend forever with you" she says with a serious face but loving smile. you smile back and kiss her forehead before laying behind her to cuddle her against you. she places her hand in yours, intertwining them as you kiss her naked shoulder and say, "i love you more jenna" and soon after too both fall asleep in the comfort of each others arms.
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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4
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Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering theyâre in this universeâs brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- itâs hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gothamâs version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.
âIâm guessing redâs your favorite color.â
Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.
âSh- I can put it back..?â Jason hunched in on himself.
Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than heâs had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so heâs not going to start now.
âNah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.â
It really wasnât. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- âTherâs a second hand store down the streeâ, ya know,â Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way thatâll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jasonâs face off.
âThink about it this way, then. Youâre repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, Iâm not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?â
âOh. Thaâ makes sense.â Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.
Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldnât abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jasonâs size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. Heâll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jasonâs feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.
The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound heâs made in a while. Dammit, if that wasnât a sign of Dannyâs attachment to Jason, he doesnât know what would be. To be fair⌠Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought heâd never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.
He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled âJASONâ so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlieâs ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.
He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.
Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.
âOh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?â
âUh- yâre just gonna get a book, just like that?â
âMore than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?â
ââŚYeah!â Danny couldnât fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldnât help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe itâll be less stressful now that heâs not Phantom.
Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.
Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.
âOh, hey. Getting all of those?â
âWhaâ- whaâs witâ the stuff?â
âSchool supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!â Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"
Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.
"Where'd... ya get all of this?"
"Hmm... here and there."
Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."
Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."
Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.
"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."
"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."
"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."
Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.
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"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"
Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.
"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."
Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.
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Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...
"Hair-dye?"
Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.
"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."
Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"
"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.
"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.
"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.
Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.
Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.
Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?
"Fuck."
#danny phantom#batman#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny adopts jason todd#jason todd#bamf danny phantom#alley drunk! danny au#danny: i'm grieving#jason: wanna bet?#that's right jason's this universe's jazz fenton#this universe's danny fenton died and that's why danny can exist here without causing issues#danny: i have adopted a random child#danny: this child is jazz wtf
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