#also the dress code straight up does not say no sweat pants so fuck you. the definition it gives for business casual just says 'pants'

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hey do you any of you have recommendations for sweat pants I can wear to work that will look like dress pants

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𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨× 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧), 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨/ 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux

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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"

While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:

"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.

He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.

"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."

He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.

"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."

One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.

"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.

With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.

"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."

Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.

"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.

Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.

"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."

Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.

"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.

Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.

"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.

"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"

Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.

"Yes."

She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.

Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.

"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.

Looking at them, she chuckled.

"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.

Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.

"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."

With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.

"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.

Grimacing, she looked up at him.

"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"

"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.

Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.

"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.

"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"

Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.

"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."

Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.

"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.

"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.

"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.

"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."

With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.

Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.

She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.

Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.

"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.

Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....

As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.

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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.

"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.

Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.

"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.

"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."

Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.

"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."

Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.

"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.

"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.

Seonghwa shrugged.

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."

Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.

"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"

She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.

"I...well, yes but-"

She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.

"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."

She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.

"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.

"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."

His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.

"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.

"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."

She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.

"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."

She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.

"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.

Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.

"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.

"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"

Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.

"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"

Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"

Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.

"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.

Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.

"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.

Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.

"Yunho!"

She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.

"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."

Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.

"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."

She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.

Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."

Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.

"Open that mouth of yours."

Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.

"That's it, just like that-fuck!"

He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.

"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."

Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.

"Good girl......."

Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.

"But you're not off the hook just yet."

Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."

He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.

"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.

She immediately nodded.

"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.

She began whining when he still made no move to give in.

"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"

With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.

"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."

Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.

"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.

"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."

His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.

"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.

Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.

"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."

She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.

"A."

He smacked her once again.

"B."

A third slap resonated through the room.

"C."

She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.

"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"

She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.

"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."

He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.

"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"

Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.

"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"

He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.

"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.

"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."

At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.

"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."

His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.

"Fuck! Shit!"

His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.

"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.

Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.

"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.

"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.

"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."

Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.

"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"

She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.

"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.

"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.

As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.

"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."

Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.

"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."

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[preachyoung]

blackbox ; jaehyun

*disclaimer : all places and names are fictitious

Note : I’m trying something new, writing in first person rather than third person, adding flashbacks and thoughts into the whole story, it’s a little challenging for me but I hope you guys like this.

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts on this writing, my inbox is open :-)

when i gave mom one last hug and wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks, i made a promise to her that i would live a good life and behave myself while i’m on the other side of the world. i bid my family and my closest friend a last goodbye before walking towards immigration at the airport.

why are these thoughts coming to me now? i’m living a good life and i’m sure as hell behaving myself when he asked me to get down on my knees for him. 

blackbox was just like every other club, it’s a place to drink, dance and genuinely have a good time. but what makes it so much more famous than other clubs? i was asking myself the same question until meredith, my roommate, told me what actually goes on there.

“look, there’s only three kinds of people that goes to blackbox,” meredith spoke, pausing for a couple of seconds to apply her mascara. “one, to drink; two, to dance; three, do both and also go into the black room.” she finished.

“okay? still, what’s the big deal about it. it sounds just like any other clubs i’ve been to.” i complained. 

“shh, i’m not finished yet!” meredith said. i rolled my eyes at her, turned my back and continue searching my closet for a good party dress.

“the black room is what makes it a big deal, y/n. it’s a room where people go in to have sex or oral or whatever you want to do!” meredith turned around from her chair, facing me completely with a grin on her face. 

i was confused. so, people just go in the black room and pick a partner to fuck with? but what if someone comes up to you and you don’t wanna fuck with them because you want someone else?

indeed, i was confused at that moment. but with his hands in my hair, thrusting his hips forward, furthering down his cock till the tip of it hits the back of my throat, i couldn’t help but let out a moan and my train of thoughts were rudely interrupted.

when we arrived at the blackbox, i could feel my heart palpitating against my chest as we got closer to the entrance. i did not know what was making me feel so nervous. was it the idea that i want to get ramp from behind in the black room? or was it the idea that i don’t know exactly how i can get ramp from behind? either way, i was nervous at both ideas.

meredith and i were greeted by two tall and well-built bouncers standing by each side of the entrance door, i think they were about 6 feet 5? meredith mentioned some kind of secret code and bouncers let us in.

“what did you say to let us in?” i asked.

meredith gave me a flirty smile and shot me a wink, telling me that it’s something i did not need to know and i should just have a good time.

maybe for now i do need to know, or i don’t? because the owner of this club is doing a mind-blowingly good job at eating my pussy out with two fingers in and i could barely think straight.

“you taste so good, baby.” jaehyun smirked. 

i couldn’t help but let out a whine, embarrassed but greatly turned on by his only- so-mild dirty words. jaehyun looked up at me from between my legs, even in the dim light of this room, i could see his chin and the side of his mouth glistening with my juices.

oh what a sight.

“come on!” meredith yelled, grabbing my wrist and leading the way to a private booth. a hostess greeted us at the door, dressed in a black silky bodycon dress, nipples poking through the fabric-due to the air-conditioning, as if it was greeting us as well. 

‘jesus, how much did she pay to get such luxury?’ i questioned myself. 

the booth was already filled with different kinds of booze, fancy champagnes and very very attractive young men with also very very attractive women in each of their arms, only except for one man. meredith led me to stand in front of the table, clapping her hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“hello, boys and mister jung.” meredith chirped. the man, i assume, mister jung, rolled his eyes at her and turned his attention back to the whiskey in his hand. taking a sip before resting his arm on top of his crossed legs. he was dressed a little more casual than the other men in the booth, just plain black t-shirt and is that army printed pants?

“this is a good friend of mine, y/n. so be nice and don’t do anything unless she says so, we clear?. lastly, let’s have a good time, bitches!” meredith finished her opening speech. 

i stood there awkwardly before walking to the end of the couch and take a seat while meredith headed over to the table and grabbed some drinks and not sit beside me, but some other dude at the other end of the couch. it wasn’t like i needed her to be right by my side the whole time while we’re at a club, but when you drag me to a private booth with twelve complete strangers, i sure as hell hope you could help me out a little.

after a couple of minutes, i got up from my seat to get a drink. hopefully a drink strong enough to make me loosen up and enjoy myself here. before i could, i felt the cushion next to me sink down, i took a glance and noticed it was mister jung sitting next to me with a glass of champagne in his hand  and whiskey at the other. 

“here you go, princess. y/n right?” he smiled, showing off his dimples.

“well, thank you.” i smiled back.

i took the champagne from him and chugged the whole thing down, way too sober to talk with my anxiety boosting through the roof. i put the empty glass down and turned my attention back to him. mister jung looked at me with surprise.

“oh, right. it is y/n. you’re mister jung i assume?” i asked him.

“yes but you could just call me jaehyun. meredith just likes to call me that.” jaehyun shrugged, taking another sip of his drink.

we had a small talk for couple of minutes before the girls pulled him to the other side for a drinking game. i drank another couple of drinks before i left the booth and headed over to the dance floor. with the alcohol in my blood, i felt myself loosen up, swinging my hips according to the music, occasionally grinding my ass on to the girls and guys on the floor. 

“looks like she’s enjoying herself there, don’t you think?” a friend of jaehyun said to him.

i could see them from afar, standing next to each other with their hands crossed over their chest. jaehyun’s eyes were burning into mine, as if it was a contest to see who could keep their stare on each other for the longest. i gave him a wink and a flirty smile, and turned my back to him, continuing dancing with a random guy. my body felt hot, a thin layer sweat coating my skin. i turned back around to where jaehyun was standing a couple of minutes ago, my eyes were searching for his presence and i couldn’t find him anywhere, and i was a little disappointed when i noticed he was entertaining another girl at the bar.

“i believe they deserve some attention too, don’t they?” jaehyun said as he got up between my thighs, slowly hovering his muscular body on top of mine.

as soon as he finished his sentence, his hand went behind my back, unhooking my bra skillfully with one hand, ripping it off my body and planted his plump lips back onto mine. one hand groping your tits while rolling my nipple between his thumb and the other holding my neck, closing the distance between us two.

he detached his lips from mine and went to my other nipple. softly nibbling it between his teeth as i grab a fistful of his hair, intertwining his locks between my fingers as i moaned out loud.

i made my way through the crowd and planned to head back to the booth, until i saw jaehyun disappear into a room, probably with that girl just now at the bar. i didn’t know what i felt at that moment, but my curiosity took over and ordered me to follow his direction. 

the door was made of what felt like velvet, and it was insanely heavy to even push open. ‘damn, this is one hell of a room’ i thought to myself. it was a huge dimly lit room, with dark maroon velvet cushioned walls and two rows of smaller rooms on each side of the bigger container, numbers built in on each door. 

hm, i suppose this was that room meredith mentioned? it sure as hell does not deserve the name 'the black room' when it's literally nothing like the color.

“1, 2, 3, 4- ah!” i shrieked when someone grabbed my arm  from one of the rooms.

i quickly forced my wrist loose from the stranger’s grip, turning my back against them and face the opposite direction.

“HELP! SOMEBODY!” i banged hard against the door, my legs were soft like jelly, i was sitting down on the carpeted floor, screaming to get out of this unfamiliar place.

“i know you were looking for me, princess. i’m just making it easier for you.” 

ah, a familiar voice. jung jaehyun. 

"plus, i specifically made the rooms here sound proof. you know how loud people can get from sex." he smiled.

I turned to the sound of his voice. jaehyun’s fingers controlled the light switch, slowly turning the small knob to light up the dark room. after blinking a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to the exposure. that’s when i noticed that he and i were both alone in the room. 

“mhmm, so warm and wet, and so tig-” jaehyun paused, letting out a shaky breath as I clenched onto his cock, putting what I learned from Alex Cooper’s podcast to good use. 

“fuck. I could get used to this feeling.” jaehyun said as he planted a kiss on my lips.

he wasn’t fully inside me but he was stretching me out good. i never had someone as big as him, and i was trying my best to clench my walls onto his cock making both of us feel good. not going to lie to myself, just like he said, even i could seriously get used to this feeling. 

“jaehyun,move please, orgasms don't happen with still motion.” i complained. 

“as you wish.” jaehyun replied. with just that, he pushed the rest of himself inside me, both of us letting out a loud groan from the overwhelming sensation. jaehyun gradually built up speed and the sound of skin slapping; low groans and loud moans filled the room.

“what do you want?” jaehyun asked, lifting his body up and re-adjust his posture from the chair. his elbows resting on his thighs, eyes burning into mine.

i was going to word vomit and say something i might or might not regret. 

I don't know jaehyun, I might just want you to ramp me from behind just like how I like it or how you like it, whatever it is, I just want to be ramped by you.

by the way he was judging, i could tell he was waiting for an answer, his left foot was tapping impatiently on the carpet.

as i sat down on the carpet, debating if i should just tell him the truth. my mouth waters at the look of his body. even slightly intoxicated, i noticed even from his casual attire, i could tell he’s well built. the thin layer of his shirt outlines his chest and abs perfectly, jaehyun was like a sculpture God hand carved himself.

i fought the urge to spit the thoughts in my head out of my mouth, but before i knew it, he stood up and started walking towards me and a minute later, his pink plump lips were against mine. 

i could taste the whiskey off of him. it was like im drinking him down.

“i’ve seen the way you danced, y/n. how you grind your ass onto those guys; with the girls i’m fine with it, but you know how much those guys wanted to get in your pants just as much as i do.” jaehyun paused.

his hands were all over my body. from my neck; shoulders; arms and waist; it was literally everywhere. but he wasn’t touching anywhere near where i want him the most.

“but we both know who you really want. don’t we?” he said as he tapped my ass, signaling me to jump, and he held me by my thighs, my hands automatically cling onto his arms as he slowly walked towards the bed. jaehyun gently lay me down. as now he was hovering on top of me, the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and alcohol filled my nose; his lips attached onto mine hungrily, tongues intertwined and saliva all over the place.

i suppose i should tell what exactly happened, all the juicy details like how he sounded - low groans and soft whines, especially when he was close; how did his cock look like, was it big and veiny or decent and thick; how did his face look like when he was finishing himself etcetera; but i couldn’t.

all i could really remember was how good it felt to have him in me, on me and right now, beside me. he was laying so peacefully, one hand resting on my right tit, body sprawled on the right side of this king size bed. his hair was covering his eyes as he softly snores. 

what an angel.

[ifandomalot]

This is Love. (1/3)

Summary: Steve is captured by hydra, they use you as a toy for him. A sick game they play. He can't help but notice how much you hate touch, or any kind of human interaction. When his team rescues him, he takes you with him and shows you what love is.

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy eventuality, kidnapping, blood, and unwanted sex by both parties? But it doesn't go to much into detail. But i dont know how to categorize it. This is dark but soft. Also my grammar mistakes.

Part 2 / Part 3 (coming soon)

Steve doesn't remember much, the aching pain against the roundest part of his skull was the only thought manageable. Shaky fingers running over the clumps of blood that matted his hair, stables fusing the gash closed. His eyes take in the room around him, no windows, the only light is small lamp that illuminates the small corner of the room by the bed he currently say up on. The walls are a dull gray, the floor matching, the cement seemed as it ran for miles. A door is on the far right, heavy duty, not even a super solider could break it down.

His tact suit is gone, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants clad his body, no shoes just a tall pair of socks that bundle against ankles. The throbbing inside his skull seems like the worst of his worries as his eyes scan the room, no way out. The small camera in the corner follows his every move. "Whoever you are, you've made a mistake."

Thick arms across against his swollen chest in dominace, trying to assert some kind of fear into the situation. It's no use, no one is there or obviously cares enough to call a bluff. A small stack of books are next to the sink, fingers run down the ridged brindle of the book, noticing the german writing. Hydra.

Steve's face moves in frustration, body growing taller as he realizes the situation, hydra had finally managed to do it, they got him. A small growl rumbles deep inside the roughness of his chest, fist meeting the cement wall in anger, the blood didn't bother him, the pain non existent. He steps over the crumbled pieces of the wall before looking right into the camera. "If you think I'll stay here peacefully, you're mistaken. I will punch my way out of here."

His feet start towards the carving he made in the wall but peeks his head towards the door listening to the gliding of locks. He stands tall, expecting someone to send in some poor bastard that was meant to tell him to behave but would only meet death in the hands of him.

Much to his surprise, a female thrown into the room, falling next to his feet. Adrenline was too high, he couldn't think straight. His body telling him this was a trick but mind realizing how similarly dressed they were.She was here as a prisoner too.

"Are you okay?" Steve's voice is rough, making you flinch but scatter away from him as his hands reached out to help you up.

An unsettling feeling is ripped deep inside his stomach, bubbling red hot as he notices the darkness behind your eyes. Nothing was there, a shell of a human. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Avoiding eye contact at all cost, you pull your knees to your chest, head resting against the hard shell of knees. What did they do to this girl?

Steve's eyes run over the soft features, skin with no wrinkles, big doe eyes avoiding him. Cheeks so lively, warm with color and lips that just resembled youth. Hair was beautifully knotless, curtaining past your shoulders, small shoulders that formed into the valley of your breast, no older than 23.

He decides to keep his distance, but drops to his knees to size you. Hoping that with being eye level would make himself look less scary, dominating even. "What's your name?"

When she doesnt answer he sighs, "I'm Steve."

Before he gets a chance to speak again, a loud crackling echos the room, source the camera. "Do you like her steve? She's yours."

"Mine? What?" Eyes don't leave you, he doesn't speak for the camera, more like asking himself.

"We want to be friends with you Steve. Give us your blood and you can do whatever you want with her."

He notices how fast your chest begins to move, a small choked sound constricting from your throat. The voice the reason for the anxiousness, scaring you.

"Stop talking." Steve hisses, "i will never give you my blood and you're scaring her."

"Have it your way then." All of a sudden the small light is gone, the room is completely black, the clicking of the locks telling him someone is coming. The door hit the wall with a large thump, he swore it shook the room, he stands arms reaching out trying to get a hold of something, if something was there. A large arm reaches around his neck, before he could even react the sharp pain of a needle in his neck has him out cold.

The second time waking up was easier, his body still in full fight mode as he jumped up, trying to locate the danger. Quickly realizing it was gone, and he was alone once again. The days started to form into a week, he's given no food, forced to drink water from the leaking sink in the block room - it drives him crazy, drip, drip, drip. Stomach painfully twisting as a tray is slid from under the door- a small piece of bread, what looked like chicken broth and a banana, better then nothing at all. His mouth salivates at the salty smell of the warm soup filling his nose, almost dizzy from the lack of food. It must be his lucky day, a few hours later lunch is there too. A sandwich with an apple, they even have him a cup to drink his sink water out of.

Dinner isn't existent, but for once this whole week he is not weak, stomach not painfully squeezing inside of him. Hes not full, but satisfied. The echoing of foot steps followed by the shuffling of a shadow behind the door thinking its a late dinner but the locks unhinge, the woman revealed, two large men standing behind you as you walked in.

Steve eyes meet your face as the door is closed, your eyes avoid him at all costs. Hair perfectly flowly, features even softer than before, might even say a sight for sore eyes that have been staring at half understandable words on a page and cement walls. Except for once small detail, a countless amount of bruising ranging from small to big across your arms, most likely from the men roughing you up, grabbing harshly at the small girl.

"Hey are you okay?" He is surprised by the small squeak of a yes as you finally talk. "Why are you here?"

"I, ugh - don't know." Shakily you cross arms across the swells of your breast, a surivial instinct, protecting most vital organs. Steve chooses to ignore it, "what's your name?"

"Y/N." Its softly spoken, but a name that fits you very well. The soft patter of drops against the sink, the only sound filling the room as you finally meet his eyes. Beautiful ocean waves, big blue skies being the only words that come to mind. His features are hard bit form a devilishly handsome man, but eyes so soft reminding you of the beautiful things in life.

"Did they feed you? I have an apple left from earlier." The large red apple looks so small in his gigantic hand. You shake your head, "No, I'm okay."

"You can sit down. Do you know where we are?"

"No, I'm okay." The honest truth is men scared you, especially the largely built one who stood with so much strength that you backed away from him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like them."

"I just don't want you by me."

Steve nods in understanding, forehead creasing i though as his tongue runs over his lips as he looks around the room. "You can sit on the bed, I'm going to go over here."

Steve points to the opposite corner of the room, "I'm going to move now, you don't have to be scared." You want to thank him for the warning but bite your tongue and nod, making sure he reaches the other side of the room before routing yourself to the pathetic excuse of the bed.

"I see you're getting along." The voice rings from the camera as Steve's eyes squint in annoyance. He decides not to play in, his gaze burns against your skin. It wasn't in a way that was uncomfortable, but he wanted to test you, ask you questions you wouldn't answer.

"She's a gift for you steve, aren't you lonely? we want to be your friends." Steve scoffs, "last time i checked, friends don't lock each other in prisons."

"You can do whatever you want with her." The voice darkenly is suggestive with unlawful thoughts, a concept as dark as that doesn't even register in his mind.

"What does that even mean?"

"We want you to take her." Steve's forehead creases in confusion, fingers stretching lines across his forehead, but when met with the horrified look on your face realization hits him like a ton of bricks, crushing his chest. Stomach clenching as he feels sick, was this normal for you to do?

The captures realized Steve wasn't going to just give up his blood, he also wouldn't take what they gifted him. Steve Rogers was a man of a moral code, the best kind of man mixed with a gentleman, that would never hurt a lady but wouldn't ever allow one to die because of his hand either. "If you don't fuck her, we will kill her."

They will strip away every part that is good of him, take away every moral and goodness this man has, starting with taking away the fact that he has a choice on who he sleeps with. Steve's ocean blues meet yours in panic, chest tight, he couldn't breath at the suggestion.

"No."

"She will die, and it will be because of you. You could've saved her Steve." This isn't right, the giant pit in his stomach screaming in horror as the words leave your mouth, "it's okay steve."

Your welcoming this, accepting it is survival but he isn't standing for it. His eyes water, he feels sick, taking away the one sense of security you posses, your choice and willing accepting that is gone. "No. I am not doing that."

"You're doing to let me die?" No, he wasn't going to that either. "They're not lying, they will slit my throat the moment I walk out of here."

"You can't even look in my eyes let alone do this!" Feelings getting the best of him as the wall crumbles underneath his power, bloody knuckles spreading the redness across his face as he rubs it stressfully.

"You have 30 seconds Steven." The voice warns, threatening is more like it.

"It's okay, i know you won't hurt me." Your soft voice is what makes him really choke up, an angel that didnt deserve this. Steve's weight is on top of you, his hand pressed against the matress supporting most of it. A hand so shaky he can't even pull at the strings of your sweats so instead you pull them down revealing what should be your choice to him.

"I am so sorry." It was a choked sob filled with so much sadness, a gruff from the chest that made even your heart break for him right now. He closes his eyes, preventing the tears from falling but in a forced moment like this, couldn't find himself to find excitment, but the fact that this was going to be life or death out weighed his feelings.

It was a small kiss, a peck barely there against his clothed shoulder made him gasp, not expecting the comfort in this moment. You of all people, comforting him, a sobbing mess of a man while your innocence he was taking unwillingly. The wetness of his tears meeting your cheeks, sliding down as he pushes into you and with that his heart breaking.

It continued for days, over and over again they make him get to know every part of your body, he begs them to stop, you tell him its okay, that this is how it has to be, but he can't take it. Sleeping soundly he watches you, peacefully in a peaceful world unlike this one. You don't care much for his touch, but sleep is the one place you don't scower from it. Its hard not to be close, the twin matress making it nearly impossible to not touch. The dark blush of the bruising is starting to fade, hand softly rubbing over the skin as you breath heavily. Chest is moving with every breath, lips slightly parted, beautiful.

Warm against him, he is glad you can sleep. It's been days since he has, guilt eating him alive, which is exactly what they want. They will continue to make him disgrace you until he breaks and allows them to give him the blood, and willingly participates in their experiments. The loud sound of cement crumbling following loud booms makes him clutch you close to his chest, back facing the door to protect you at all costs. Your awake now, breathing heavily into the chest as the sound of bullets ripple from outside of the door he coos. "Its okay, its okay. I'll protect you."

Nothing else is said as the fight outside continues until it stops, you look up at him, looking for answers until eyes widen in fear as the locks of the door sound. They were coming back for you. Steve turns, pushing you behind him as he stands tall, a man ready to fight.

"Buck?" It's just above a whisper as a tall man, almost as big as him stands. A metal arm, long black hair that reaches his shoulders.

"Steve we got to go." The girl is only noticeable when he reaches around to grab your hand, Bucky notices the messy hair, dried lips and the dark bruising against your arms. "She's coming with us."

The sunlight hurts, you cover your eyes quickly as you almost stumble to your knees trying to keep up with the two large men as bullets wiz past. Steve's arms are lifting you by the waist, nudging you to get back up. The quinjet sits only feet away, a tall, dark man yelling incoherent sounds over the swooshing of the blades in the air. In seconds the metal of the floor is cold against bare feet, door closing, it was safe.

Taking a deep breath your eyes running over the tower of Steve as the jet takes off. Bucky can't help but notice the shortening of breath from the small girl, coldness of the metal arm making you jump away in shock, "are you okay?"

"n-no!"

"Buck, buck, don't." Steve reaches for him, taking the artificial touch from her. "She doesn't like being touched. "

You feel trapped in here, three large men making it suffocating in this tiny box, that some how seemed even more freeing than the one you've grown so used to despite being high in the clouds.

"Breathe sweetheart." Steve coos, sinking down to your size, arms reaching out but not quite touching. "Its just me, my touch is good."

His touch is filled with unwanting pleasure, a reminder of what was taken away from you but also a certain gentleness that made you feel safe and secure. You don't let him touch you but nod at his words, following the rythm of his breathing from the pattern of his chest.

"What the fuck happened there?" Bucky wanted to say what the fuck is wrong with you but noticed how uncomfortable you already were.

"I just need to sit down." Steve looked broken as well as he sat finally, still feet away from you. Hands rubbing over his face, as a small cry feel from his lips. Any other time being captured by enemy lines wouldn't even affect him, but he didn't feel like the same man, he was a disgusting excuse of one that fell victim to them, they might have not gotten his blood but did strip the one piece of him he held dearly: his moral code.

Bucky chest squeezes as his best friends sorrow, hand meeting his back, rubbing soft circles of comfort. You watch every second of it, this was bound to happen, you saw the change every time he was forced to touch you, the breaking away of his head, of what he stood for but most of wishing you could accept touch like that, comfort, but any man that touched you only brought pain, physically and in the cause mentally. The ride was quiet once Steve managed to stop crying, didn't dare to talk, the emotion still raw in his chest, afraid it would start again. Once on the ground, a group of people surround him, hugs, kisses to his cheeks. Once again you were envy of his acceptance, the thought making you sick. Steve showed you to a room, placing a pair of what looked like his clothes at the end of the freshly made bed. "You can lock the door when I leave if you'll feel safer." Nails nervously scratching the back of his neck, "You can shower, and if you need me I'm right across the hall, goodnight."

Steve wanted to talk, apologize for what he had done to you but didn't also thought the events of today were enough, you deserved a goodnights rest.

Steve's clothing hung loosely from wet skin, the sweats needed to be rolled, sweater reaching mid-thigh. Sleep did not come easy, noisy sounds of the busy city, honks, and whizzing cars, something you weren't used to being secluded for so long. Anxiety bubbling deep inside your chest, burning your skin. The constant fear that they would come back for you, take you away with just a taste of this freedom.

It was strange but you missed the security, the sense of being protected by him, a feeling you have never felt before. Quietly you enter his room, he's not sleeping just deep in thought as he stares at the ceiling, not noticing your entrance.

"Steve?" Rolling your hands nervously into sweater paws as looks at you with worry. "What's wrong?"

He's sitting up now, ready for anything, trying to figure out the emotions of your face you keep so guarded. "I can't sleep."

He lays back down, hand extending opening the covers to allow you in. Thankfully he doesn't try to touch you. Running over the defined features of his face, ocean eyes so soft. For the first time ever he looks relaxed despite the dark circles under his eyes, the ocean surrounded by a deep red of regret, disgust in himself. He offers a sweet smile, which you can't find yourself to return but try your best.

Closing your eyes feels nice, his breath in your ear, you feel safe as you slip into a world of peacefulness. But not before hearing, "I'm sorry. Sweet dreams sweetheart."

Note: if you want to be tagged in the next two parts, comment below! Part 2 comes with the reader learning to accept his touch and unexpected surprise.

[willddheartt]

Babylon: Neon Lights | C.H. Chapter Six: Midnight

It had been a love-hate relationship between them the entire time they’ve known one another. Nobody could explain, or pinpoint, the anger and hostility between Calum and Cherry every time they were together. At this point, their friends get concerned when there isn’t a passive-aggressive comment made or some type of glare exchanged. They met through mutual friends, who tried to set them up, saying they’re perfect for each other, leaving everyone astonished that something so perfect went so wrong.

DISCLAIMER: SOME PARTS MIGHT BE R RATED !!

Series warnings: Substances (alcohol & cigarettes), Anger (snappy comments), Smutty content

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August 16th 9:00 AM Saturday morning. It should be illegal to be up this early on the weekend. This was supposed to be my weekend but I promised a coworker I could cover her shift this week, something that I was regretting now. The only thing that was getting me through today was what I’d be getting paid in overtime.  Most of the morning sorting clothes from the fitting rooms, hiding away in the men’s fitting rooms. Since it was the weekend and neither the manager or assistant manager were in today, I kept my phone in my back pocket sneaking it out each time I took a small break from folding all the clothes that piled up over the week. It was almost 5:00 PM, with each passing minute I was feeling more and more relieved that I would get to go home. 

The slow day had been exhausting. I questioned why we were even open on Sundays since there are very few people who come in. I was almost asleep at my perch in the male dressing rooms as a voice tore through my quiet corner, jolting me awake. “Can I get a room?”  I sat up straight quickly, thinking the person was an actual customer, but I was met with a coffee being handed to me and a smiling Calum.  “Hey,” I said, taking the coffee from him, “How’d you know I was working?”  “Violet told me, she also told me your coffee order because I figured you’d like a little pick me up,” Calum said  “What did you put a shot of whiskey or dissolve some cocaine in it?” I laughed, “It's about the only thing that can get me through the next hour,”  “That bad, huh?”  I nodded, “It’s been so dead, I just want to go home so I can take the best nap of my life,”  Calum frowned slightly, “I actually came to ask you if you wanted to do something tonight but it looks like you need some rest,”  “What did you have in mind?” I asked  Calum shrugged, “It's not important,”  “You sure? Cause I wasn’t joking about the coke, I'll do a line and be good for tonight,” I smirked making him laugh  “Nah, you should take that nap.”  “C’mon, now that you say that I want to do something,” I pouted 

“Alright,” He finally cracked, “The boys were coming over with their girls tonight for drinks and to just hang, so I’m not massively third wheeling I was hoping you’d come over,” Calum asked nervously  I nodded, “I'll be over after work. Do you have a dress code or anything?”  Calum looked me up and down, from head to toe, for a split second as his eyes scanned my body I felt self conscious. “I think what you have on it fine,” as soon as Calum nodded at my outfit I felt relieved, it was something I wouldn't normally wear outside of the house, my shirt was rather low cut with a strappy bra that was definitely visible from the top of my shirt and my shorts were shorter than usual with my normal fishnet look to keep me in my comfort zone slightly.  “Although I think it would be better with this,” He said, taking off his forest green bomber and placing it over my shoulders. His small action sent a shiver down my spine as he took in my new look.  “I guess I’ll see you in an hour then,” I smiled  Calum nodded, “I guess so, but I do expect this one back.” He said taking slipping his hands into his pockets  “Does that mean I can keep the shirt?” “I didn’t count on getting it back,” Calum chuckled 

-

Calum placed his hand on my thigh as I sank into his side while we laughed at a joke one of the guys cracked. The entire night so far it's felt like every movement Calum made was only to fluster me. If that was the case he was doing a swell job at it. His hand sliding up my leg, resting just below where it would be deemed no longer appropriate, I tried nudging him off, not wanting to have everyone questioning us about anything, I still haven't recovered from Wednesday's dinner. 

“You know it's getting pretty late, if I have anymore I’ll be out,” Michael said, setting his empty glass on the coffee table. Luke and Ashton nodded following suit, their girlfriends had stopped an hour ago.  “Yeah, We’re gonna head out, thanks for having us over, Cal.” Luke said as he and Sierra got up from the love seat  “Anytime man, I’ll see ya later,” Calum said to Luke as he and Sierra made their way out the door.  Within the next 15 minutes Michael and Ashton followed Luke’s lead leaving Calum and I alone in his apartment. 

Finally I was able to push Calum's hand off my thigh, “What was that,” I asked.  “What, this?” He asked, bring his hand back  “Yes,” I nodded  Calum shrugged.  “C’mon,” I laughed, “You know what you were doing.”  “Maybe I do,” Calum smirked, “What are you going to do about it?” His voice was taunting and laced with nympholepsy.  “I’m gonna go for a smoke to sober up,” I said, getting up from the couch quickly. 

I watched Calum through the glass doors on the balcony. I could almost hear his groan as he threw his head back, resting on the back of the couch. Sleeping with him once, I could handle, but a second time might screw me over for good. Even though there was no bad blood between us anymore, he was still the best fuck I had, and a second hit might get me hooked. 

“You smoke a lot,” Calum said, slipping out onto the balcony with me. I nodded, leaning against the railing, looking down onto the bright street below “Its a bad habit, and I can’t quite,” I shrugged  “Stressed?”  I shrugged, “Maybe, donno.”  “You know there's a lot of other ways to destress,” Calum smirked, I looked over my shoulder at him.  “Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow at him  “Yeah,” He nodded, “Matter of fact, I think I know one we might both enjoy,”  “You do?” I asked innocently, “Enlighten me,” 

Calum moved behind me, pulling my shoulders up to press his chest into my back as he moved my hair to one side, leaving my neck exposed for him to place a wet kiss at the base of my shoulder. I ignored him slightly and continued to smoke, letting him litter my neck with open mouthed kisses. He moved slowly, letting each kiss linger as he began leaving more open mouthed kisses with each one. It wasn’t until he started sucking a purple spot into my neck that I caved, throwing my smoke over the side of the balcony, lacing my hand through his hair as I turned around and placed a hard kiss to his lips. 

“You’re such a tease,” I breathed, after pulling away “You love it,” He smirked 

As the kisses got harder Calum began stumbling his way backward, back inside his apartment. I took the lead and pushed us into his bedroom. 

-

Panting, Calum fell onto his bed, a slight glaze of sweat coating our bodies and making our skin stick together as he laid next to me.  “What do you think, destressed?” Calum asked, looking at me with a cocky smirk  “I could still go for a cigarette,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully 

[walkerismychoice]

Giving In (Bryce X MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Dr. Bryce Lahela X MC (Dr. Charlie Hawkins)

Rating: 18+/Erotica

Summary: Charlie thinks she just wants to be friends with benefits but Bryce wants more. Will Charlie give in?

Word Count: 2019

Charlie feels a hand slip into the back pocket of her scrub pants and give her a squeeze as she stands at the nurses station reading through charts. She turns to see who it is, but she already knows. "Dr. Lahela, I'm not sure that's appropriate workplace behavior. I may need to have a chat with HR."

Bryce scans the area and drops his voice low. "Make sure to tell them about the time you jumped me in the supply closet on our first day, and when we made and while spying on Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Banerji, and-"

"Shh!" Charlie presses a finger to his lips. "I suppose I walked right into that, but now you are making me wish I had time to sneak away with you to violate the employee code of conduct again."

Bryce shakes his head. "Dr. Hawkins, I'm beginning to think you only want me for my body."

"Can you blame me?" Her gaze sweeps over him from head to toe. Even in his hospital issued surgical scrubs, he always seems to look like some hot model who stepped off the pages of a surfing magazine.

Bryce's face falls momentarily before his ever present smile reappears. "Let's go out, Charlie. On a real date."

They haven’t discussed the terms, but this is supposed to just be a casual thing, at least as far as Charlie is concerned. "It's not like we haven't ever. We saw that band the one time and then hung out at my housewarming party."

"The party doesn't really count," Bryce argues.

"I let you sleep in my bed!" Which Charlie worried in the morning had been a mistake. Sleepovers are a couple-y thing and they are not a couple. 

Bryce shakes his head. “So back to the issue at hand, how does tomorrow night sound. You are off, right?”

“Actually, I picked up a shift for Landry, and I’m just super busy this week, but maybe tonight after our shifts I could come over to your place.” It would be easier to just leave his place than to have to kick Bryce out of hers.

“But it will be midnight by the time we get back. That doesn’t leave any time for any date-like activities.” Just then Bryce’s pager buzzes and he checks the screen. “I gotta run, but we’ll continue this discussion later.”

~~~~~

Charlie makes her way to the staff locker room after an extra long shift once again. It’s quiet at this off time as most of the outgoing shift has gone home and the night shift is already out on the floor, so she’s quite surprised to find a freshly showered Bryce inside, standing in his underwear.

“I’m getting a sense of deja vu here.” Charlie takes off her scrub top and moves to close the space between them. Up close she can tell that even the smell of his shampoo is reminiscent of the beach.

Bryce braces her hips, keeping a short distance between them. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about our earlier conversation? Sorry, Charlie, but you are going to have to wine and dine me first if you want me to put out.”

Charlie chuckles. “When did you become such a prude?”

“Since I’ve noticed you keep trying to shut me out. The sex is great, incredible really, but I want to get to know you better. And I want you to like me for more than just my hands, and my mouth, and my-” Bryce shifts his eyes down towards the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Oh, Bryce...” Charlie slides her arms around his waist and pulls him as close as he allows. “I like all of you.” She does, this isn’t a lie, but it’s also what scares her so much.

“Then show me. I’ll even meet you halfway and keep it simple. You can come by my place, get some takeout for dinner, watch a movie, talk...” Bryce waits eagerly for a reply. 

“Well that doesn’t sound terrible, and I do get off at 7 tomorrow.”

“It’s a date!” Bryce flashes a big toothy grin. Charlie backs him up against the lockers and kisses him deeply. Bryce reciprocates briefly before pushing her away. “Save it for tomorrow.”

~~~~~

Charlie arrives at Bryce’s place shortly after 8pm. It’s an older building but well maintained and his decor is not far off from what she would have expected - simple, modern, dark colors. She's always caught of guard when she sees him in anything outside of his hospital attire, and she’s really liking the patterned light gray button-down and slim-fitting dark jeans on him. She watches his eyes roam over her juniper green belted shirt dress down to her tan booties and lets out a low whistle. “You look hot, Charlie.”

She smiles but waves him off. “You always say that.” She will admit her dress looks good on and she wore that color because she knows it brings out the green in her eyes.

“That’s because it’s always true.” Bryce kisses her on the cheek.

"Well, same to you. Even in your hospital issued scrubs.” Charlie takes in the scenery in more detail while Bryce takes her bag and sets it off the side. She notices the small kitchen table already set up with plates of sushi and wine glasses.

Bryce pulls out a chair for her. "Have a seat," he instructs before retrieving a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. "I don't know much about wine, but they said this riesling pairs well with sushi."

"Riesling is one of my favorites, and I Iove sushi." She takes a sip of the crisp, fruity wine after Bryce pours her a glass. "Mmm. It's perfect." They chat about their days as they eat and work their way towards deeper conversation. 

“I have a very serious and important question for you,” Bryce announces.

“Okay...” Charlie nervously fiddles with the napkin on her lap. 

“Cat or dog person?”

Charlie lets a laugh but thoughtfully considers her answer. “I like cats well enough, but I’m definitely a dog person.”

“Whew!” Bryce pretends to wipe sweat of his brow. ”If you would have said you hated dogs, it would have been a deal breaker.” His tone is serious but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips.

“So a dog is a requirement of yours?” How is he tricking her into talking about the future?

“I know my schedule doesn’t allow for me to have the time for one now,” Bryce laments, “but eventually, yes. I always had dogs growing up.”

“Me, too! My parents still have our beagle, Max we got when I was in high school. I kind of miss being jumped up on with slobbery kisses every time I come home.”

“I could make that happen for you.”

Charlie rolls her eyes. “Very funny, Bryce. Maybe that’s why your ex called you a golden retriever.”

“Ouch,” Bryce crosses his hands over his heart. “Moving on. Ready to watch a movie?”

They settle the couch and Bryce makes a selection. “Is this okay?”

“A Star is Born,” Charlie observed. “Interesting choice.”

“Did you see Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga at the Oscars? Their chemistry was on fire. I want to see what that’s all about.”

“You are full of surprises, Bryce. I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type to watch the Oscars.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” Bryce admits. “I just saw it trending on Twitter."

"Wait!" Charlie picks up her phone and opens up Twitter. "Don't tell me your profile picture is you in your scrubs and a surgical cap." She types in "Dr. Lahela" because she can picture the whole setup and sure enough, the first thing that pops up is his picture just as she described. "You have quite a following Dr. Lahela." She scrolls down and reads some comments on his posts. "Dr. Sexy...You can operate on me any day...Woah, I'm not reading that one out loud."

Bryce grabs her phone and hides it behind one of the couch pillows. "And what about you? Probably too cool for Twitter and would rather go for the artsy aesthetic if Instagram. I bet you have something like a photo of a pretty sunset you took on vacation as your profile picture and a private account so you can be selective who you let in." He appears to type a couple different names to try before he pulls up a private account and flips the screen to show her. "Am I right?"

Charlie instantly recognizes the photo from her trip to Costa Rica. "You were so far off. It's a waterfall, not a sunset. She swipes the phone out of his hand and tosses it on a nearby chair."

"Hey, I was going to request to follow you, Charlotte!"

Charlie raises an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume I would accept your request.” She dives to retrieve her phone behind Bryce’s back but he grabs her wrists before she can get there.

“You don’t need that anymore tonight.”

“What if the hospital calls?”

“Is your ringer on?” Bryce asks and she nods in response. “Then you don’t need to worry about it. She’s hovering over him and he relaxes his hold so she sinks further onto him, their lips not far apart. “Kiss me, Charlie.”

“What about the movie?” It’s the last thing on her mind right now, but it was his idea.

“You and I both know we would have made it 15-20 minutes tops before we got to this point. No need to delay the inevitable any further, but I do have one condition.” The way he’s looking at her, she knows you won’t be able to say no. “You’re going to stay the night with me, and I’m going to make you breakfast in the morning.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Dr. Lahela.” She leans in and kisses him slow and deep as he releases his grip to untie her belt. The work at removing each other’s clothes piece by piece with kisses in between. “What now?”

“I want you to fuck me, just like this.” Bryce hands her a foil packet and she unrolls it onto his hard length. Straddling his hips, she guides him into her, lowering herself unhurriedly so she can feel every inch. “Fuck you’re so wet, Charlie.”

Bryce reaches up and caresses her breasts as she rides him. He circles her nipples with his thumbs and then tweaks them just hard enough, sending and intense jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She presses her palms against the hard planes of his sculpted, adjusted her angle so her clit is rubbing against him and he’s filling her completely. “Oh my god, Bryce, you feel so good.”

“You’re fucking incredible, Charlie.” Bryce rises to meet her lips and lies back down as she moves atop him faster and faster, pressure building until her dam’s about to burst

Bryce bucks his hip,moving in time with her and suddenly she’s seeing stars as her walls pulse around his cock. “Oh fuck, yes!” she cries out as feeling of euphoria washes over her.

Bryce grabs her ass and pulls her against him as he thrusts up into her. “Fuck me harder, Charlie. I’m so close.” She does as instructed and not long after he lets out a strangled moan as he cums inside her.

Charlie collapses against his chest, resting there while they both catch their breath.  “Ready to head to the bedroom?” Bryce asks, sweeping messy strands of hair from her face.

“Are you tired out already?” Charlie teases, looking up to meet his gaze.

Bryce smirks.”Not yet, but after round two, you won’t be able to move.”

~~~~~

Charlie wakes up to sun peaking through the curtains and quickly remembers she’s in Bryce’s bed. He’s snuggled up against her back side, his arm draped over her, still sleeping soundly. She hadn’t been sure how she would feel this morning, but it wasn’t this. As much as it scares her, It feels perfect, like this is exactly where she wants to be.

[sonnenfuchs]

⟶ that tuesday night | jjg | (m)

▹ pairing: jeongguk x reader ▹ genre: fluff, smut ▹ wordcount: 5k ▹ a/n: this is a dumb pwp i have no explanation for except the support of like seven different people that encouraged me to write it. enojy a somewhat college!au jeon.

↳ your best friend finds out how much you love horror, yet you are so goddamn easy to scare. it holds the promise of an entertaining night.

“So, part two tonight?”

He grins at you over the rim of his glass filled with white wine, the usual bunny grin with his nose crinkled and eyes shining that is so incredibly hard to resist. Or maybe, it’s just the wine that you yourself have already running through your system that makes you think that way. You just shrug at him.

“I mean, sure. Why not.” He grins even wider at that, ignoring the faintest trace of hesitation that is laced into your voice. You don’t even get to sigh at his eagerness before he is already turned towards his laptop, opening google to pull up a stream that is high quality enough for his liking.

Maybe it was a mistake telling your horror movie obsessed friend about your definitely there curiosity for all things horror, especially movies, after all you are an absolute nerd for all things film and Jeongguk knows that as well. But being the absolute scaredy cat you are, you never quite dared to venture into them on your own. More than delighted upon hearing those news, a mischievous grin spread over his face, proposing the suggestion that if you are to scared to watch them alone, who better to watch them with than Jeon Jeongguk himself?

After he promised that yes, you can hide behind his back, and yes, you can hold his hand if you need to, you agreed.

And before you knew it, you were laying in his bed, half clinging to his blanket as you watched “The Conjuring”. With lights turn fully up - you insisted on that, but that came with a con as well, because it only made it easier for him to laugh at you sinking further and further down the head of the bed until you were cowering under the safety shield that was his blanket the longer the movie went on.

After the credits had rolled, you had calmly collected yourself, saving as much grace and composure as you had left, but then he simply reminded you that you had to sleep on your own, and your miserable face just added to his amusement. Honestly, why did you even agree to watch a horror movie when you live on your goddamn own in an apartment complex where somewhat creepy noises were heard all night long. But at least he had the courtesy to walk you back home in the middle of the night, and he was polite enough not to mention that maybe, just maybe, you were walking closer to him than necessary.

Now, exactly a week later, you are here in his room again. Under the premise of alcohol and a good time he has lured you over only to once again propose another movie night full of horror.

Not that you mind, after all you admitted your desire for diving into those movies, and any excuse you could get to curl up in Jeongguks bed, letting his smell surround you, you would take. There’s just something very comforting about being in a place that is so private to him.

While he is setting up his laptop on a chair across from the bed so it serves as a movie screen, you crawl into his bed to once again claim his blanket as your safe haven. You are ready for another two hours of tension as you expect a jumpscare to pop up any second, praying that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself any further as you might just flinch and scream. But he interrupts your inner prep talk.

“Does it bother you if I change into sweats real quick?” He gestures down to his in tight jeans and button down clad body and you quickly shake your head, as he goes to rummage around in his wardrobe.

“Mind if I look? Or do you want me to look away?” You tease with a grin on your face as he pokes his tongue out to you. Shrugging of his button down, he searches for something more cosy. Settling on a simple white cotton shirt he pulls it out and turns to you.

“Not at all, please, go ahead and marvel at all these muscles. By the way, do you want to change into something comfier as well?” You look down at your skinny jeans, one of your fave pairs, and one of the few things in your wardrobe that make your nearly non existent ass look amazing, but there are definitely better things to wear for movie nights. Even impromptu ones. And so you nod at him, thankfully smiling as he throws you a pair of sweatpants.

Getting out of bed again, you shimmy out of your pants, when out of the corner of your eye you see him stop his movements and turn his head towards you. His voice sounds out once more, and it’s a mix of a teasing tone and something else you can’t quite make out. “Mind if I look?”

“Guk, please. You have seen me in bikinis before, where’s the difference.” You easily shrug him off, but the realization that you are in fact wearing a pair of black lace panties, which are without a doubt racier that your usual swim attire, does let a slight blush creep into your cheeks. The fact that you definitely can feel his gaze skim over your behind before he quickly turns away to shrug on his own clothes does not help. At all.

Dropping back down on the bed, he lays his body next to yours with a tired sigh, stretching out his limbs. You wonder what he’s doing, he hasn’t even started the movie yet, and yet here he is, and he is looking at you with an expecting look in his eyes, his teeth find purchase in his bottom lip, worrying the delicate skin.

“Why are you staring at me?” Drawing out the first word, you crook your head at him, poking him in the arm to make him spill. He swats your hand away before sighing again.

“You know how I was at that bar on friday?”

“Yeah,” you hum, cuddling deeper into his bed, fully surrounded by his scent that you have grown so familiar with. “You texted me since I promised to come out too. Sorry ‘bout flaking on that by the way.”

He shakes his head to dismiss your apology. After all this time he knows that if he texts you past ten pm, the chances of you actually attending anything that does require a dress code other than pyjamas are slim, if he does not even dare to say impossible.

“Don’t worry about it, that night was a mess anyway. Taehyung was having a rough night, and you know how we always have a drink together if one of us is in a really shitty mood? Yeah, that was why I texted you at like eleven. Had to cheer him up first, ya know?”

You nod as you watch him speak. His eyebrows are knitted, and you can tell he is mulling over something uncomfortable in his thoughts. So, you simply stay quiet until he resumes talking.

“Anyway, we run into some old acquaintances, and there is this one lady who I ended up talking to. She was nice and all, but like, we were only talking. And the next morning I woke up to her having spammed me with messages on facebook. Stuff like I miss you and can I see you again and even I love you. Can you believe that? Like, she’s nearly thirty aaand already has a kid!”

“Wait, what. For real?” You don’t know if you should laugh at his misery, but you definitely want to. It has something so surreal about it that it seems hilarious, yet you get why he is so creeped out and looks so uncomfortable just thinking back to it.

“Yes. For real. What 29 year old hits on a 20 year old and acts that way after meeting them in a bar once? It’s crazy. And now I am kind of scared to run into her again this week.” And, this is the moment you realize as to why he has been staring at you so expectantly. You are not sure you want to hear his idea. “So, I have been thinking that maybe, if she does appear again this week, you could… pretend to be my girlfriend?”

“Jeongguk, how much wine did you have to even think of this?”

“Enough. But like I’ll just tell her I found the love of my life this week, like a miracle, and I don’t know, maybe I’ll put my arm around you for a while so it seems more believable and once she fucks off we go back to whatever shitshow this friendship is.”

“... You do realize that a. I’m super busy this week as I have told you before and will not go near any place that could even tempt me to consume anything that might get me drunk and b. that is one hell of a dumb plan.”

Raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as he looks at you with puppy eyes. You do get where he is coming from, but also you cannot believe that he is being serious. Well, yeah, maybe some of your friends are thinking that there is something going on between the two of you, with you constantly hang out and all and more often than not ditching the rest of the group to hang out on your own. But most of the time, you just end up playing Overwatch, instead. So, no, you are only friends, but you can see why the plan could work in his mind.

“Y/N, pleaaase. Help me out here.”

This time you sigh, placing a hand on each of his shoulder as you stare straight into his eyes. “Fine. If you meet her again, text me and I will respond with a confession of my undying love for you and how the stars have aligned in just the right position, allowing us to meet, so it can only be fate and has to be destined. But this is a one time thing.”

“Yes! Thank you!” He half screams, hugging you quickly before jumping out of bed to finally hit play on the movie that must have fully loaded by now. “Wait, lights on or off?”

“Well, we did have them on last time, but I guess we can try watching in the dark until I get too scared?”

“Deal.” He presses play, darkens the room and slides back into the space next to you, making himself comfy. “You know, I think this one is actually way scarier than the last one. I’m not sure, though.”

The dim light coming from the laptop screen is still enough to make out his features, the light reflects in his large eyes, and you can see him look at you as his knee nudges yours.

“What is this, a bad attempt to make me cuddle up to you?” You question his motives as you nudge him back, scooting closer to him and letting him put his arm around you as he admits to it laughing. Your head ends up resting on his chest and his hand finds a place to settle on your waist. It’s a perfect position, letting both of you see the screen and you feel safe. Protected. You can easily hide in his chest once the jumpscares begin.

But even as your heart starts beating faster and there are chills running down your spine at certain scenes, you are and will always be somewhat of a snarky asshole. Running your mouth you point out all the illogical things and stupid behaviour in the movie, even laughing at some things that should scare you. But hey, let’s be honest, a voice that should belong to some gruff looking six foot guy that has been chain smoking for the last fifty years coming out of an eleven year old girl just is so unfitting, it is hilarious to you. At one point Jeongguk even has to tell you to shut up and stop ruining one of his fave movies.

You simply shrug him off.

Yet, there are enough moments where your grip his arm, his biceps firm under your touch, and press closer to him as he soothingly runs his hand over your side and holds you tight against him by your shoulder, and you are incredibly grateful for that.

You barely realize how tangled up you ended, not until the credits start to roll and your thigh somehow is trapped, wedged in between his legs and his hand rests on your spine as it sneaked up underneath your shirt somewhere along the way. When he gets up to stop the movie, complaining about the creepy music that is playing, you feel cold without him next to you, and you nearly pull him back down.

At the same a yawn escapes you, and as you stretch out your lazy limbs, you feel how tired you actually are. You think about how you still have to gather your things and walk home through the dark and cold night and groan. It’s warm and comfy in his bed, and just the thought of leaving it seems like torture.

“How late is it, anyway?” You mumble, trying to find the motivation to get up, yet somehow only ending up hugging yourself tighter in the blanket.

“Nearly one am.”

“Jesus Christ.” You groan, and you do not quite believe that it’s already that late. “I’m too tired, can I just sleep here?”

He is already up and putting away his laptop when he turns around to look at you. Seeing you all curled up, stifling another yawn, he cannot help but smile at how cute you look. “Sure. But I don’t have a toothbrush you can use.”

“Eh, that’s fine. I’ll live if I don’t brush my teeth for once. Can I borrow a shirt though? My sweater is too warm to sleep in.”

So he throws you a shirt before he goes into the bathroom to wash up. Grabbing your phone, you check for new messages before turning it off so it doesn’t end up with a dead battery in the morning. Then you finally change into your borrowed pyjama. You quickly get rid of your sweater, and pull the shirt over your head before taking of your bra. That turns out to be a good decision as Jeongguk enters the room the exact moment you pull it out underneath your shirt, and you can see him try to look unbothered.

You ignore his reaction and lay back down.

He turns off the lights and crawls under the covers next to you, pulling you against his chest. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You hum, making yourself comfortable in his hold as your heavy eyelids close. But sleep doesn’t come quickly. There is something about sleeping in someone’s arms that is too foreign for you, and it throws you off. But it seems to be the same for Jeongguk as you both try to stay still, yet shift around subtly.

And it doesn’t take too long for you to overheat, the duvet paired with his body heat too much. So you wriggle out of his grasp, explaining what is going on when he asks what’s wrong.

“I can open a window if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. I just need to…” You go trail off as you lift your hips to pull down the thick material of the sweatpants and take them off completely to throw them somewhere on the floor. “Get rid of those. Otherwise I’m gonna melt.”

He pulls you back against him after that, and with your legs now bare, it’s way easier to stay that way. But now you are painfully aware of how your bare ass is up against his crotch, and you hope he isn’t thinking the same as you, because as the both of you shift in your attempt to fall asleep, your behind is rubbing against him. And his heart is beating as fast as yours, you can hear it.

But he is your best friend, nothing more and you do not want anything more, but right now with his strong arms wrapped around you and his breath fanning over your neck, you cannot help but imagine how his lips would feel against yours, and how his dick would feel stretching you out as he pounds into you.

The more you think about it, the less sleepy you feel and the more vivid those images become.

You are not sure how long you are lying there awake, it feels like hours, and all you want to do is sleep. But then you turn from your side to your back, and Jeongguks hand slips up to the side of your neck, just shy of holding your jaw, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

His fingers reach up to turn your head towards him, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. You are frozen for a split second, but then you are kissing back as you press yourself closer to him, your hand pulling at his hair.

He easily rolls you over so you are straddling him, his hands tightly holding on to your waist, and he groans underneath you as your teeth tug at his bottom lip. Kissing with even more fervor now, one of his hands slip down to grip your ass and you grind your hips into him as a response. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let out the tiniest of noises that just spur him on to hear more.

Breaking the kiss, he tugs on your shirt and you immediately sit up and help him pull it over your head before diving back to let your mouth meet his again. But it doesn’t take long before he rolls you over again, this time he is being on top of you, yet he keeps your hips lifted off the mattress so he can pull down your underwear.

You kick it off the rest of the way, and the second it is out of the way he settles between your legs, putting his weight onto you as he kisses you breathless. He starts to move down your neck, indulging in the little broken moans you let out. He moves further and further until he is nibbling at the apex of your thigh and just the sight of his head between your legs is enough to make your heart beat faster.

He nibbles and licks at your skin until you get impatient and start wriggling in his hold, whining out of impatience. He silently chuckles at your reaction before finally complying with a broad stripe licked up on your center.

After that, he no longer holds back. You barely have time to catch your breath as he nibbles and sucks, his tongue toying with your clit in the most delightful of ways. You clutch his hair in overwhelming pleasure as you moan out his name again and again, trying to memorize the stunning visual of him eating you out in your mind to never ever forget this again.

And when you start to move around too much for his liking, as your hips start to jerk, he simply wraps his arms around you, his strong arms on top of your lower stomach as he pulls you down so you cannot go anywhere.

In the faint light of the moonshine filtering through the windows you can make out the veins in his forearms as he flexes his muscles to keep you from moving, and the way he is laying on his side, you can see his cock heavy and thick through the thin fabric of his boxers.

You wonder what it feels like in your hand.

But he does not let you reach down. Lifting your hips up, he pulls you against his mouth, wrapping his pink lips around your clit and your hands fly up to clutch the pillow underneath your head as to anchor yourself to this reality as pleasure tries to wash you away. You are barely holding on and he knows it as well.

So, with his fingers digging into your skin to keep you close, and his tongue dancing against you, he does not let you budge a single inch until you are writhing underneath him with gasps falling from your lips in ways that sound like faint resemblances of his name and your thighs are shaking around his head.

He lets go of you when he thinks of you boneless enough, and then moves back up until his face is hovering above yours again. You can tell he wants to kiss you again. “Do you want me to go wash my face?”

You barely let him finish his sentence before your lips are on his again. You can taste yourself, and it feels somewhat odd, but you do not mind it at all, and mostly you do not want to let him go, not yet. You want to kiss him crazy. And he kisses back just as madly with his hand cupping your face so you do not go anywhere.

“So, if we already have gotten to this point…” You ask in a spare second of catching your breath in which he is nosing along your jaw with a heaving chest. “Sex or nah?”

He just snorts at your words, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. “I mean, I’m not saying no.”

“Well, neither am I. So what are you waiting for?”

He sits back to look down on you, and with his hair a disheveled mess and some of your remains still glistening on his chin, he has never looked better.

“Do we need a condom?”

“No, I’m on the pill. Plus, I do in fact know you are clean after that drama with your ex.” You pull him back down and he easily lets you.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” He groans before attaching his lips to side of your neck, kissing up and down until you are writhing underneath him once again and you feel him grinning against your skin.

Then he leans back again, pulling off his boxers and discarding them somewhere on the side before crawling back above you. You immediately part your legs so he can settle in between, and you prepare to feel him enter you when-

“Wait, erm, I…might have had a little too much to drink, it’s really difficult to get fully hard.” He whispers in the crook of your neck, and you cannot help but laugh.

“For real?”

He hum in affirmation, pinching your side when you continue to laugh at him, going back to teasing the sensitive skin of your neck. You push him a little to turn, both of you ending on your side, facing each other and you reach down beneath your bodies to take his cock into your hands. It’s warm and firm, and definitely thick, letting your core clench with excitement.

You jerk him slowly, and he groans into your mouth at the touch. It’s satisfying, hearing his reaction. Taking it one step further, you change the angle of your position again, guiding his member to your sex and sliding along it. It rubs against your already oversensitive clit as well and noises escape you with each thrust of his hips.

That seems to do the trick, as it doesn’t take long before he flips you over again, asking you if you are ready, and you can only nod furiously until he finally slides into you. There definitely is a stretch, but it feels all too delicious and you cannot help the moan of relief that leaves your lips when he is buried deeply inside of you.

With his weight propped onto his elbows on each side of you, he has all the leverage to move his hip and he wastes no time to start thrusting into you. Your ankles come to cross behind his back and the change of position immediately makes it all feel so much more intense and deeper.

As he starts to pick up speed, the moans spill over your lips more and more in staccato noises that bounce of the walls and spur him on. The bed rattles as it hits the wall with each movement, and at this point you are sure you have long woken up his flatmate. But facing an annoyed Taehyung in the morning is the last of your worries right now, as his sharp hipbones dig into your thighs and it is slowly but surely starting to hurt.

Yet you cannot be bothered to let him know as the current angle just feels all too delightful. If you could, you would never let this moment end, he feels heavenly inside of you, and with you clawing over his back, you are sure he knows how good he makes you feel.

But his own breath is labored and there are groans coming from him each time you tighten around him, so you know, it is not only you that is enjoying herself. He seems to get closer and closer to his own edge too, deep grunts breaking up the rhythm of his exhales here and there.

You press your heels into his lower back, bringing him even closer to you, and he suddenly picks up his speed. His thrusts turn erratic as he chases his high, and it presses all the air out of you, the feeling of him fucking you this hard is absolutely overwhelming.

All you can do is moan out his name.

And that is when the coil in his stomach snaps, he thrusts a couple more times before stilling as you feel him fill you up with his warm cum. His muscles lock up and you squeeze your walls around him, guiding him through his orgasm and milking all you can out of him.

It takes a couple of minutes before the tension in his body snaps and he collapses on top of you. You hold him dearly until he has caught his breath. His lips move over your collarbones, up your neck, along your jaw until he meets your mouth one last time, kissing you with all the passion he can still muster.

Then he finally rolls off of you, and stretches his limbs. Standing up he turns on the lights, and it blinds you for a second after having gotten used to the moonlight. But once your eyes have adjusted, you cannot help but look at him and smile. He returns the grin, running his hand through his hair to try and untangle the mess it has become.

Picking up his underwear, he also throws you the shirt you were wearing earlier, and you easily catch it and pull it over your head. After that you dig around the bed, look through the chaos of his sheets to spot the black lace of your panties. You find them easily enough, putting them back on, and as you move, you already can tell that you will be sore the next morning.

“Do I even wanna know how late it is? Yes, I do.” Jeongguk mumbles before fidgeting with his phone, letting out a groan once the display light up. “Fuck. It’s 4 am. Not like I have some important things to be at tomorrow morning. My project partners are going to kill me if I fuck up tomorrow.”

“Dude, I have morning classes as well. I’m so going to fall asleep in there.”

He just sighs and puts his phone back, cracking his neck before turning to you. “I’ll go clean myself up. Be right back.”

Standing up you nod at him to go, and the movement makes you feel his cum still inside of you, and it is such an unfamiliar and weird feeling, but there is something about it that makes you all giddy and flustered. “I think I’ll go pee real quick.”

And it’s only when you are sitting on the toilet, that what just happened hits you full force, and your blood rushed up into your cheeks, warming them up and tinting them a deep hue or pink as you rest your face into your hands. You just fucked your best friend. Why the fuck did you fuck your best friend?

But it is not like it feels like a huge fuck up, like your friendship has now somehow changed, or worse, is completely ruined. You have known Jeongguk too long for that, and your bond is too strong. Yet it is something you never once expected to happen. And now that it has, it is confusing you.

Your bare feet pad back into his room after washing your hands, and once in bed, he tugs you against his chest once more, holding you close enough that you can feel his chest move with each breath he takes.

“Honestly, Jeongguk, how did that just happen?”

His voice is muffled by the way he mumbles right into your hair, but you can still make it out clearly. “I don’t know, but I blame you.”

“Wait, what?” You want to turn around, poke him in the face for blaming it on you, or at least hit his chest or something, but he knows you too well, knows all your reaction and he just holds you down with his strength, not letting you move at all and you just give up. “What did I do?”

“Let’s just talk about his tomorrow, Y/N. We need to fucking sleep now.”

“We have like two hours, you know that right?”

He nudges you once, as if he was warning you, before pressing his face further into the crook of your neck. “And if you would be kind enough to shut the fuck up, I might actually get to sleep in those.”

And for once, you listen to him as he tells you to be quiet, because tiredness has settled deeply into your muscles and bones, and they are calling you to go get some rest, to let your body recover, and Jeongguks breathing has already become slow and stable, and it lures you into your dreams like a lullaby.

This time, you fall asleep in his hold, and even with the alarm going off way too soon, you can’t remember the last time you slept that well.

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Crush - Chapter 16. Judgments, Changes, And Pain

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey* Fandom: Divergent Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! The next chapter will be next week. :)

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Eric can only hear his own breath; tight, labored pants that slip through his locked teeth.

Everything seems to plummet into a heavy motionless scene. He sees Abbey in the corner of his eye running towards him and Max stepping forwards, but he just stands still with his gun trained on Mark's head. He should reach for her… he should.

The first shot rings his eardrums.

It all happens too fast for him to directly put all the pieces together. This was usually a sensation he got when dealing with life or death, he liked to call it judgment; a judgment vision that fixated on its victims. It was always mere seconds and it was always life changing, it didn't give a fuck for who it took.

Max tumbles into Abbey and pushes her to the side, the bullet hitting him somewhere in the lower back as he takes a few more steps, then drops to the floor. Eric automatically, on trained instinct, pulls his gun towards the first shooter. He pulls the trigger without any deciphering, watching as he gets a clean shot into Mark's twins head. Perfect, every time.

Matt next to him gets covered in blood splatters as the twin falls to the side, momentarily distracting him, and Four immediately pounces, pinning him down.

"Don't you dare move, Motherfucker!" Lauren's voice is the ushering wave of relief to Eric's ears, he was wondering when that bitch would show up. "Drop your weapons! This shows over!" She practically shoves Mark in the head with the barrel of her gun.

He doesn't comprehend much more after that. He turns to find Abbey leaning over Max on the floor. It takes him two steps to be by her side while she begins cradling Max in her lap.

He skids to a stop and drops down beside him, the blood pools on the floor around the older Dauntless Leader. Eric accidentally puts his hand into it, flinching back as the saying 'Blood on your hands' comes into full mocking effect.

"They got me good," Max smirks, crippled with pain, wheezing as thick droplets of cold sweat form on his forehead.

"Don't talk. Call the infirmary, now!" Eric barks to anyone around him that's listening. He knew the Dauntless guards would be eagerly on call in anticipation, two of their main Leader's in the same room with the anarchy shot was ludicrous, unheard of, and someone has to pay.

The face on Eric darkens when Abbey looks at him, the thought crossing her mind that this should be her. "Eric, what-" she's interrupted by him standing, rubbing the cuff of his jacket over his chin. With his face mottled with anger, he turns from her, barging past the staring Dauntless, heading straight for Mark. "Take him!" she shouts to the Dauntless guard around her, and one woman shuffles to get into her position.

She bounds after Eric, through the path he's made, just as he reaches Mark. His fists grasp a hold so tight on Mark's scruffy jacket that he completely lifts him into the air, his boots scratching on the grit floor.

Eric doesn't stop, he drags him out of the holding area, through the coded doors and into the open space of the Pit like a disobedient dog. The expression on his face is stoic.

Eric finally snaps in the open, throwing the heaviest fist into the middle of Mark's face, causing his nose to explode and to lose his footing. Stumbling to the ground, Eric hovers over him, crouching as he picks him up again, then bouncing his head on the concrete.

Abbey watches from the sidelines, this time stopped by a hand on her shoulder from Lauren. She wants to stop him, but she can't, just like everyone else that's gathered. The place is silent, just the wet knocking sound as Eric carries out the same carnivorous act.

Then he loses it, but loses it in a complete silence, his fists hitting Mark's head over and over. At first, he tries to defend himself but must lose consciousness and energy as his hands fall to his side, his body a ragdoll. It leaves him exposed, and Eric is not going to stop until he isn't breathing.

There are no smarmy comments falling from the man's split lips now. No mocking eye gesture from the ruptured sockets of the Leader of the Resistance. Again and again, Eric's fists hit his face. Eric wants to be the last thing he sees before he dies. And he's going to die.

"Eric!" he hears a voice echo out to him, but he's beyond hearing or reasoning. Hands touch his shoulder and he shoves them away, merely comprehending its Abbey that takes a cluttering fall.

Lastly, he grips the man's neck, squeezing the last remaining life out of him, the anger brimming to the max level and overspilling.

Make a fool of Dauntless… he will not! Shoot at the people he loves and threaten their lives… this shit is over!

Eric jolts the unrecognizable Mark's head up by his neck, gripping the side of his face, and with a quirk, snapping his neck.

He pants in exertion, anger, hate, guilt, before wiping his hands on his pants and standing, still looking at the body on the floor. The place remains silent. He would have probably cared for the stares had he not been so enraged. He probably would've told people to get back to work if the adrenaline had dwindled. The prying faces looking over the balconies probably would've made him bark an order, but they needed to know what happened to people when they fucked with him, and he'll be damned if anyone ever does again.

"Clean this up," his voice echoes, but nobody moves. He does notice however, that when he locks eyes with Abbey, she holds a hand to her mouth, shakes her head and slips away through the crowd.

Eric needs a smoke, and he needs one now.

Max is in surgery, the bullet is wedged somewhere in his hip and they are a few hours in on the operation to remove it. That's all that Eric knows at the moment.

He's too mad at everyone to be going back to his apartment and probably having Abbey run her mouth about the way he dealt with Mark. The look was enough to tell him all he needed to know.

He laid hands on her… again…

So he finds himself in his office, a constant parade of people entering the room. Not only does he have to deal with his usual shit, but Max's shit too. He'll be lucky to eat at any point today and having not slept, it enhances the dark rings under his eyes.

It's his hands though, his hands that he hates that still tremble with a ghostly voice singing the same 'Blood on your hands' chant, over and over. He moves them into various positions trying to rid of the sensation to no such luck. The flashing images of earlier also play havoc on his mind.

The way she looked at him.

But the first thing he does is busy himself, sending out an order of execution to those all held responsible and in coalition with the resistance. He signs it off greedily.

The next is an email to all factions explaining the happenings and the end to the threat. But what he doesn't expect is an email from Johanna. She's still at Dauntless but has decided not to face him – which he is thankful for, but the email pisses him off. It's her resignation from the main voice of Amity.

He blows smoke at the screen when he reads it.

Lastly, his next email is an order for all refugee members of Amity to be sent back to their placement. He's rewritten it multiple times as he knows it condescends Abbey being there, and she won't be happy with this either. He's also reluctant, but he finds it within good reason.

He's sending her back.

He can't bear to hurt her any more than he's already done. She's in danger here with him. And shoving her away as harshly as he did before was bound to leave evidence, let alone his assault while under the simulation and having her be held captive to the resistance. She'd never be safe, and he can't guarantee it anymore. There would always be something…

Along with that in the back of his mind, he also roams over the possibility of Max now hitting full retirement – if he ever walks again. This would put him in a position that would hold no time for caring for a woman.

She won't see it like that though, because all he's done since the depraving act against Mark is avoid her, somewhat cowardly, but she had a way of always changing his mind and he can't allow it.

It was only a matter of time till she would heed the news and be storming into his office how Abbey usually does. The thought threatens to grace a small curl on his lip, but his mind was made up, he can't have emotional attachment anymore, not if he wanted to stay on top of the game he's been slacking in as of late.

It was all because of her.

The blame couldn't be totally pinned on her though, it was also his own desires and possessiveness that got him this far.

It may be because of her, but he started it.

There's a light tap at the door and he doesn't bother to move. "Yes?"

The person walks in the room but doesn't say anything, so he sighs, sitting up to peer above the screen, seeing Abbey. He stares blankly at her because in her eyes he knows she's read the email or heard of his orders.

"I thought you had guts, it seems I'm mistaken…"

He stubs out his cigarette, rolling himself in his chair more to the side to get a better view of her. She's changed and clean, wearing her Amity dress that shows off the curvature of her body more beautifully than a Dauntless uniform ever could. This is unusually the way he preferred her and he raises an eyebrow to whether or not she wanted to say anything else.

"You couldn't even bring yourself to tell me personally? After everything?" She hugs her arms to herself now, biting her lip like she usually did under stressful situations.

"I haven't had time."

"Bullshit. Make time." Her head snaps to the side in annoyance or trying to avoid his gaze, he hadn't decided which. It makes him stand, closing the small gap between them. He sighs when he reaches her, causing her to look at him. "You said… you said you wanted to marry me as soon as this was over. You told my parents that… What's changed?"

Eric silently recalls his earlier thoughts on judgment, the snap decisions that alter everything. If he did try to explain she wouldn't see the sense of it or the meaning behind it.

"Everything's changed," he keeps his voice low, but firm. Steeling his spine, he towers over her, however, the soft movement of placing her hair back behind her ear is conflicting with his superiority. In an even tone, the words crush Abbey's heart, "I still love you, Abbey. That hasn't changed."

"Why are you sending me away then?"

"Because I keep hurting you. One day there will be no one to take the bullet for you and it will be you. That's why."

"Sorry, what?" she almost shouts. "Did the Eric I know just suddenly get up and leave the room?"

"It's better for you and me."

Abbey's breathing increases, the knot in her stomach tightening until she can barely breathe at all. He didn't want her around anymore. He didn't want her. After everything, all those promises and vivid talks of a future together and he was tugging it out from underneath her. "Eric… I" she can't even talk, her hand grabs at her hair, pushing it from her face while fragments of her heart pierce her lungs. "Please… don't… Don't do this."

"I begged for them to let you go earlier. I don't beg, a Leader doesn't beg. If I want to stay in my position, there are certain standards I have to adhere to. You make me forget them all."

"But you love me…"

"You don't hurt the people you love," he gestures with his head to the fading bruises, the still patchy red mark on her cheek from being slapped, the grazed palms of her hands and wrapped fingernail. "Anything I love gets hurt or taken away."

"If this is you trying to punish yourself, I think enough has happened for you to be able to be forgiven, don't you think?"

"It's not that."

"My safety then… you can forget it… When have we ever thought about safety? Never, not once. I'm willing to live this life for you, Eric. Don't push me away." She reaches out to his jacket, but he steps back, pulling away from her grasp. He hears her breath hitch and his chest aches painfully for her. If he crumbles now, there would be no going back, so he keeps his feet firmly glued to the ground.

He can't seem to look at her, using the ground as a distraction instead. "I'm sorry, Abbey. Maybe in a few years-"

"Fuck you. Fuck Dauntless. Fuck your job! A few years, Eric? You think maybe, in a few years, you may make up your mind… Well, there's gonna be shit coming to you because I'm not willing to wait for you to finally decide I'm worth calling back for…" She turns towards the door and he can feel himself about to beg for her not to leave, conflicting with everything he's just thought.

Instead, he stays quiet.

"Remember, you pursued me." She looks to his boots and back to his eyes before slamming the door behind her.

Abbey barges past a few Dauntless members in the corridor just as a yell rips out behind her and a loud whack against one of the walls.

They turn quickly away and follow her out.

Clem peers at Abbey in the back of the truck. The usually expressive woman gazes off into space, her hands snuggly wrapped in her lap. Her body sways with the movement along with the clanking sound of loose objects around them.

It's been at least twenty minutes like this since they left, and Clem comes to the conclusion that this is bad. Very bad.

But Abbey is the suffer in silence type.

Another five minutes and it seems the thought process of the young woman becomes too much and her head falls into her hands as she weeps.

Silently, Clem nudges her way to the seat next to her, rubbing her back. This will be the biggest mistake Eric has ever made.

A week passes by and Eric is still knee deep in multiple operations. It hasn't got any better, if anything the workload had increased.

… And Max finds it the appropriate time to declare his resignation. He's forty-seven, rehabilitation was going to be costly, and it was about time he stepped down so someone could take his place. That someone, was Eric.

Beyond stressed is the dozen plastic cups used as ashtrays and multiple broken chairs. Stressed is the brain finally telling him to go fuck himself and switch off.

He either needs to fuck, fight or throw-up. Which one he didn't know would be more pleasing.

However, that wasn't the only reason he was unhappy. Things at Dauntless ticked by quickly, his position was to be pronounced at midday today with a speech orchestrated by himself. It didn't have to be long but he at least wanted it articulate. At this moment in time, he only had 'I' and the rest was blank.

It was funny though.

The way he was sitting in his office now was very much like the same way he did when he first thought of Abbey. And he still thought of her every day, how could he not? So much reminded him of her.

Also, it was mainly because it was still stifling and he imagined her flowery ass and floppy hat. But word had gone out of major storms approaching within the next few days that would affect her faction.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her, and that he hadn't thought about calling to speak to her. He didn't think she would speak to him even if he tried though. As far as he was concerned, she hated him now, more than ever.

Eric had broken her heart.

But he has to know if she's okay. So downsizing his blank white document with 'I', he pulls up his email, finding Johanna's - now personal, address.

Johanna,

How is Abbey?

Eric.

It was basic, he couldn't deny it was to the point, though.

Now he sits back, legs crossed, biting the end of his pen. He drifts off to whether he was ever really going to write a speech and would just rather roll something off the top of his head like he usually does. He decides to do the latter.

He's about to dial her number when a new email flashes.

Eric,

What do you expect?

Johanna.

Fucking whore. That was not what he wanted to read. He's in a half a mind to send her those exact words too. Instead, he pulls out a piece of paper, writing quickly. At the end of the letter, he signs his name, skimming over it before placing it in an envelope.

The most painful part is writing her whole name, 'Abbey Ainsworth' on the front of it.

Another day. Another sweat…

Abbey stretches underneath her covers, enjoying the slight breeze bristling through the linen curtains.

That's until she remembers. She could almost believe everything was alright in those first few split seconds upon waking.

Around her vanity mirror, she removed the photo of her and Eric as children, unable to look at it. The first few days being back at Amity she could barely remember either, just everything was blurry and she couldn't function. It was only a day ago she could bring herself to eat a full meal rather than just a bite or two.

Braiding her hair down to one side after washing, she slips on whatever dress is nearest – along with her big hat.

Her home is quiet now, Eric's presence long gone. But still, she can't find it in herself to hate him.

Halfway to the kettle to make coffee, an envelope under her door catches her eye. She recognizes the handwriting instantly; she'd recognize it anywhere.

With it in hand, she's mulling over if she really wanted to read it. What could he possibly have to say that would be any importance to her life now?

Abbey skips the coffee, she's late enough for work as it is. The door closes behind her, leaving the envelope on the side unopened.

Two fucking days.

Two days and still not a reply, a letter, a call, an email, nothing.

It pissed Eric off more than he liked, and it mainly showed through his aggression towards the other Dauntless members.

The aggression at the minute was pinpointed on the young Dauntless soldier in front of him. Caden. "Get out…"

Caden was halfway through telling him about a report, and his stuttering expression mingles with confusion. "You asked me to-"

"I know what I asked, now I'm telling you to get out." Eric's eyes are hooded in darkness, his balled hands turning white.

"Yes, sir," Caden nods, sucking himself up before turning to leave. He barely reaches the door.

"Is there something happening at Amity I should know about?"

Caden had been aware of Eric's recent hostility and the rumors of the Amity girl that had started them all. He'd been given advice not to mention it since he'd seemingly become favored by the new Dauntless hierarchy, so he chooses his words carefully. "They are preparing for the storm that Erudite had predicted."

He hears Eric mumble under his breath, something about 'writing back'. It was obvious to everyone that the burly guy was under confliction and lost after he made the orders to send all the Amity home. He thought Eric was smarter than that. He almost wanted her to come back, it was practically impossible to work with him, his mood would swing drastically.

"You can go," Eric says. Caden takes one second to peer over his shoulder and notices he's pulling paper from his desk the old fashioned way. It's none of his business.

An alarm bell sounds in the distance. It's pitch black outside and Abbey had just slipped between the sheets of her bed when they started blaring.

The howling of the wind was the first indicator the storm had finally struck. They had mentioned it would in the up and coming days. But the bell ringing meant something had happened and everyone needed to haul ass.

She jumps out of bed, dressing quickly and throwing on her raincoat and wellington boots. Rushing from her small house, there are others doing the same. The rain stings on her face, and the wind whips out her jacket from either side of her as her boots slosh in the forming puddles and slopping mud.

Grabbing at an Amity guy sprinting past, she almost slips. "What's going on?"

"The stables!" he shouts. "The roof has fallen in and the horses have split!"

Just great…

Laboring seems to be on the menu for the next few days.

Max is still hospitalized. He's surprised when his door opens and Eric stands formidably in the frame, hands in pockets.

"You came to see the cripple?"

"Thought I'd give the old man a visit…" Eric's smile is brief, almost sad with his eyes downcast.

It makes Max shuffle on the bed higher. "You're a fucking idiot," he throws out bluntly as he readjusts.

"It was for the best." Eric steps into the room, running a hand across the instruments on the furthest side before turning back to him. After a second he sighs and places himself in the small plastic chair next to the bed. "Or so I thought."

"I've heard rumors of how grumpy your ass has been. Why'd you do it?"

"Look at you."

"This is my job, I protect. I think I did it well." Max helps himself to a cup of water on the hovering table next to him. "By your face, I know she isn't speaking to you."

"This is not all about her." Eric rubs his chin, touching the gauges in his ears briefly. He crosses his arms when he sits back under the lingering glare he's receiving. "I did it for Dauntless. We're down a Leader now and my head needs to be in the job."

"It's far from though, isn't it?"

There was no point trying to lie to Max, he always saw straight through him. With a small incredulous scoff, he leans forwards, resting on his elbows. "I've written to her and I haven't heard anything back." He raises an eyebrow. "I've sent her one every day. She doesn't have an email and she doesn't have a phone." He picks dust off his pants and doesn't look back up.

"Hmm… just give it time."

But Max knew that Eric didn't do too well with being patient, and there was nothing he could do to help, not this time.

Another week passes.

The damage to the stables is almost fully repaired, and the storm having cooled the air and washed away the grime from their endless heatwave.

Abbey and Clem stomp up the little steps to her house, laughing about how muddy they are and moaning about how sore their hands were.

"…splinters for weeks…" Clem is saying as they enter the door. They kick off their boots and take off their jackets. She watches Abbey flit around her small kitchen, grabbing at cups to make hot drinks for them. On the side though, her eyes pause on the forming pile of envelopes, all with Abbey's name on. "What are those?"

"They are from Eric," she says, not looking at her but filling the kettle.

"He's written to you every day?" Clem walks over, then flicks through each one. "There's about twenty here."

"Yeah… and?" her tone is biting.

"They are unopened."

"And?" she says again in the same voice, turning to look at her this time. "He doesn't deserve another minute of my time."

"You told me you miss him, though? Why wouldn't you?"

"I'm an idiot. Don't listen to me." Abbey steadies herself on the counter, her arms splayed out either side of her while waiting for the kettle. "He made everything pretty clear to me. I was in the way and Eric did what he does best, he gets rid of them." The kettle clicks off and she begins making them their drinks. "Besides, I'm feeling a lot better now… I'm over it…" The silence from Clem has her peer over to her. "I am, really. It was never going to work and I've accepted it."

"Doesn't look like Eric has…" Clem mumbles under her breath. Abbey doesn't hear her because she hums while stirring, that same song she always does whenever her friend was sad.

The blonde minx has been staring at Eric for half of the meeting. She's an Erudite woman, her cheeks pink when he would catch her looking.

He hasn't particularly paid any attention to what the meeting was about because he was in with this woman - that was his guess. He didn't have to show any party tricks or talk to her to get her attention, his presence seemed to be enough.

What he contemplates though, is whether or not he was going to show her any special attention after the meeting ends.

She's nothing like Abbey, she's taller, her legs longer, and she was blonde. She was also quiet, a natural trait of Erudite.

He guessed she was some sort of handmaiden to Jeanine, a respectable position.

More than anything though, he finds his pants tight. It's been weeks since he's been with a woman, the last woman having been Abbey.

The meeting ends while he still in that thought, but he doesn't move right away, just sits casually back in his seat, in his ultimate element. As she passes he doesn't stop looking at her, and when she gets directly next to him, she pushes a piece of paper onto the table.

It's her name - which he doesn't care for, and a number. He takes it though, lingering his fingers on hers and watching her go beetroot. He still had it, even if his mind was only on what was under her shirt.

Even if he was only particularly showing interest so he could forget. So he could forget about her…

It's on the way back from Erudite that Eric stares out of the truck window, not listening to anything the people with him are saying.

He came to the conclusion there was no interest in the Erudite woman. He'd dumped the note in the nearest bin when exiting. It did boost his ego, though…

They take a familiar route he knows all too well, leading past the buildings they scoured as kids. And that's when he sees it.

The oak tree.

His foot taps on the floor as his mind splits in two. Forget or remember…

"Stop the truck."

There's a moment of hesitancy, so he glares at the driver. "Now!" They are almost thrown forward from the harsh braking. But Eric's already out the door, walking confidently up to the tree. He can feel them back at the truck watching him but he doesn't care.

He stares up at the old branches, wondering if they could take his weight now. It looked so decrepit to what he remembered.

However, he's already scaling it, and quickly, a whole new plan forming in his head.

He unsheathes his knife when he gets to their well-renowned spot - calculating at what angle and depth would be best to cut the words out of the tree.

It's been a few days and there are no more letters left under her door.

Abbey stares for a while at the gap of light dusting in from outside. At least with the letters arriving, she selfishly knew he was still thinking of her, even if she never sent anything back.

Eric was finally over her.

A wave of exhaustion overtakes while thinking about it, so she heads for the darkness of her bedroom. Clem will have to do the work for her today.

Eric carved the wood to form a plaque. It had been a good distraction for a few weeks and he kept it in his apartment. He had every intention to send it to her but couldn't bring himself to part with it in case he never saw it again, just like all the letters he never got a reply to.

The weeks seemed to billow by without any pre-warning. Nothing changed for him, it was still the same, still snowed under…

It's an odd night on a random Thursday, Lauren finally shows her face, it's a pitying face though. "That's it!" she declares. "You need a night out at the pit."

"I'd rather cut my dick off…"

"No, I'm serious. I can't see you like this anymore." She walks over and grabs his arm, trying to lift him. "A drink, that's all. Get you out of here…" she wrinkles her nose up to the office and the paperwork piled all around him. "Now, soldier!"

Eric thinks about it. Lauren's probably right. He stands abruptly, causing her to almost fall back. "One drink, but no work related shit." He catches the shrewd smile on her face but chooses to ignore it.

Abbey's in the field. The storm may have lowered the temperature for a while but the sun was back out, beating relentlessly down on them. She brings a wrist up to her head and wipes at the sweat, gasping in the air around her.

Clem's still rambling next to her, weeding between the planted flowers. Her voice seems to be continuous and Abbey has a hard time keeping herself cool, verging on the edge of panic. She stands hoping a breeze will catch her, but it doesn't, it only makes her head rush and her vision swim.

"Clem…" is just a gasp before she's falling to her knees, hands grasping at the soil. Before Clem can realize, Abbey falls onto her side.

"Abbey!" is all but a shriek from Clem, then the pain takes over, ripping her from the core outwards. "Abbey! Stay with me! Help! Somebody, help!"

"…as you can see, the tests prove the serum is most effective. Any case of Divergent is quickly ruled out because simply, the test will not work…"

Eric's in a transition to two different meetings, being followed by the balding Erudite man as he tramples the halls of Dauntless. A sheet is passed to him and he skims over it briefly before shoving it back.

"The statistics show that this is where a lot of Divergents fail, so we concentrated all our efforts-"

"Sir, the report on the wall you requested." A Dauntless soldier appears to his left.

Eric's at the brink of insanity, being followed by a trail of ants all tipping bucket loads of information on him, all at the same time. He took the stairs hoping they would leave him to his own devices, but that didn't seem to work either. He glares at them from time to time to hopefully warn them.

In no time at all he's trailing the corridor near the meeting rooms, throwing the door open to a table of Erudite and other Dauntless members. The blondie's here.

He smiles to himself.

"Let's get this done, shall we?" he gestures to the room, not taking his eyes off the sheepish woman. A smirk forms as he takes a seat and kicks his legs out under the table. "I'm busy, so make it quick."

"Okay," says an older woman from Erudite who stands. She looks nervous, in fact, everyone was nervous around him lately. "There's new equipment Jeanine wants to be discussed, and also the rota for policing our faction. She doesn't want anything like what had happened here to happen at Erudite."

"So, you came here to insult me?" He sits forwards. "You think we aren't capable?"

"No, but Jeanine doesn't want-"

"Jeanine this, fucking Jeanine fucking that. I'm talking to you, actually, I'm talking to all of you noses here. I want straight to the point facts and plans. But most of all, I don't want to be continuously interrupted by Erudite. I have enough with Max falling into retirement early to be dealing with stupid, unimportant credentials that I seriously couldn't give the slightest shit about." The room is deadly silent. "We will deal with the policing how we see fit. The equipment to be discussed is an Erudite matter, not mine, and certainly not right now. So, now we are clear, what more do you want? … Could this not have been put into an email and sent to me?"

"Well-" The lady is interrupted by the door opening and Lauren looking a little flustered.

She scans the room before landing on him frantically, "Eric."

"What? … What now?" he rolls his eyes.

"You need to come, now!"

In his confusion and her urgency, he stands. "Next time I want it all in writing, that's an order. Meeting dismissed."

Jeanine can stamp her little feet all she liked.

Lauren untraditionally pulls Eric and shoves him into his office, closing the door quickly behind her. "Just try to keep a clear head…" she begs of him, biting her lip and almost whimpering at the thought.

"What? Fucking tell me, Lauren."

"You told me to keep an eye on Amity, right? Well, Abbey's…"

"Abbey's, what?"

"She's - she's in the Amity Hospice… She's sick… really sick… it's bad."

Eric's behind his desk, grabbing at his phone and other random items before he turns to walk past her. The guilt seems to shake him, his earlier thoughts were atrocious while Abbey was apparently unwell without his knowledge. He almost wants to vomit or gauge his own fucking eyes out.

"Eric…" Lauren's voice is unusually softer this time, forcing him to look at her. He immediately sees there's some hidden information that's going to really blow his shit.

"She's… They're saying…" She can't find the right words. It wasn't even her place to say. "She's pregnant."

[idk-yet-when-i-feel-like-it]

Unexpected, to say the least. Chapter 2

Warnings: shitty writing, swearing, idk 

Italics are your thoughts

School Uniform:

Pants: Solid colored pants, no sweats, no leggings, no jeans, no holes.

Shirts: Crew neck shirts or higher. Flannels, button ups, sweatshirts, sweaters are allowed but no logo, writing, or brand can be bigger than a post-it note

Other: No hats, can’t wear hoods up, no sunglasses.

December 11, 2018

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off and the groans of the two boys you slept between. 

“Shit, when did we fall asleep?” you asked groggily.

“You and E passed out at like 1, I finished the movie.” Grayson responded.

You looked over at Ethan and wondered how the fuck he fell back asleep so quickly. You sat up with Ethan still leaning on you and Grayson got up and went to the bathroom. Your sleepiness wore off as you remember what happened after school yesterday. Shit, what the fuck. School’s gonna be hell, at least they won’t be ther-. FUCK, he’s shadowing me. Hopefully, he sleeps through my getting ready.

You shove, the still sleeping, Ethan off of you and go up to your room to get ready. You grab an outfit that followed your school’s dress code which includes your favorite green jeggings and a cute black sweatshirt. Technically, these pants aren’t allowed at school but I love them too much to care. 

You took a quick shower and had plenty of time left but rushed to leave before Ethan woke up. Fuck it, I’ll just throw my wet hair in a bun. After putting on your make-up you stepped out of the bathroom and ran right into Ethan. 

“Shit, sorry.” You said. Fuck, he’s awake. And ready? How the he-

“Are you ready to go?” Ethan asked cutting off your thoughts.

“You still wanna do this?”

“Hell yeah, I want to meet all your friends and ma-”

“Make my life hell” You finished for him.

“Exactly,”  he laughed.

“You can’t wear that though” you say looking him up and down. He looks really good, too bad my school has a dress code.

“Why? Does it look bad?” He asked. Ethan was wearing grey joggers and a semi-tight black v-neck.

“No, we have a dress code. And you know full well grey sweats equals dick print. I don’t need you bringing anymore attention than you already have. You know you’re gonna have to explain why the fuck you did that yesterday, right?”

“What did he do?” Grayson asked coming up the stairs.

“It’s nothing bro, I’m shadowing her today.” Ethan responded quickly.

You looked at him confused, you guys never kept secrets before.

“E, we were supposed to film today!” Grayson exclaimed clearly annoyed.

“Gray, I can just film my day with y/n/n. And then we can do some more filming here or in town after. Anddd then we can save that video idea for the next one.” Ethan reasoned.

“Ok, as fun as this argument is, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now.” You lied, walking downstairs. You weren’t late but you really wanted to get coffee.

“Bye, Gray, everything is all good. Y/n/n, wait up I gotta grab the camera and change” Ethan said as he ran downstairs

“What do I wear?” He asked.

You walked up to his suitcase and picked up a olive hoodie and black pants.

“We can be opposites,” you laughed.

“Bet. I’m wearing it.” He replied.

“I feel like I just played myself,” you responded shaking your head.

“You did.”

You and Ethan stopped at a local coffee shop. Ethan had pulled out the camera and got some shots of the drive as well as the coffee shop. 

Pointing the camera at you Ethan said, “Hey guys, I know we haven’t seen her in a few years but this is y/n. She grew up with Gray and I and I’m gonna shadow her at her school today.”

“Eth, I’m trying to order.” You turn to the barista and order “I’ll have a medium Kenya, please.”

“Awh, guys y/n is so polite. Also what is a ‘Kenya’?” He asked.

“It’s like wear the coffee bean came from, basically a black coffee.” You answered.

“You drink straight black coffee?” He said surprised

“Yea,” you laugh. “I like my coffee like I like my men, a little bitter.”

He kept that footage in the video. As well as, the rest of the drive. He’s probably filming to avoid talking about yesterday. That headass.

Getting to school was insane. All those girls were looking for you, not even expecting Ethan or Grayson to be there. When they found out Ethan was there, all hell broke loose. The principle had to make an announcement saying that if anyone bothered him or made a big scene they would be suspended and their permanent record would be stained. After that, everything calmed down.

“Okay, Eth, I’ve got four classes today. We do a block schedule so each class is an hour and a half.”

“Damn, those are so long. I do not miss going to school.”

“Yea, well shadowing is for perspective students so don’t say that in front of the wrong people.” You say hushing him.

Your first class of the day was World Religions. Since you went to a private school this class was allowed. Mr. Blink was the teacher. His first name was Sean and everyone called him sweaty Sean behind his back. The man sweat more than anyone you’ve ever met. Mr. Blink kept the students desks in a semi circle with two rows and the desks were never evenly spread out.

“Miss y/l/n, care to introduce your friend here?” Mr Blink asked.

“Uh, yea, this is Ethan. He’s kind of slow so b- ow!” You laughed as you were interrupted by Ethan hitting your leg.

“I am that not slow.” He said laughing with you and your classmates.

“Okay, that’s enough everyone” Sweaty Sean announced and started teaching.

“Y/n/n, I’m gonna get you back for that.” He whispered into you ear and sending shivers down your spine. You noticed how close his desk was to yours and your arms barely touched as he leaned to one side of the desk. You did not pay attention for the rest of class. This was half because of how boring to class was but also because Ethan kept poking you and annoying you.

The finally rang.

“Where to now, Miss y/l/n?” Ethan asked mimicking Mr. Blink’s voice.

“We have a 20 minute break, dickhead.” You answered laughing.

“Come on, I guess you can meet my friends.”

You brought Ethan up to four of you friends, Mason, Nick, Ben, and Emily.

“Hey guys, this is Ethan.”

“Yo, I’m Mason”

“I’m Ben”

“Hi, I’m Emily.” She turned to you and said “I thought you were bluffing when you said you knew the Dolan Twins.”

Ethan laughed.

“And, Eth, this is Nick.” You tell him.

They nod at one another and Ethan starts talking with Emily, Mason, and Ben. You walk over to Nick.

“Hey, y/n/n.” You can see Ethan tense at your nickname behind Nick.

“Hey, did you do the English homework for next block?”

“Shit, no. What’d we have to do?”

“Nickkkk,” you laughed, “We had to read Act III Scene i of the Tempest.”

You noticed Ethan paying attention to your coversation again. Is he jealous? No way, he just met your friends he’s probably uncomfortable. Yea, that’s it. If you’re honest though, you definitely had a crush on Nick.

The warning bell rings, seven minutes until class starts.

“Y/n/n,” Ethan tenses again at Nick using that name “wanna give me a quick summary while we walk?”

“Yea, of course.” You answer. “Eth, we gotta go to class.”

“Coming babes,” he winks at you.

What the fuck? This shit again. He’s trying to fuck up my shot with Nick. Dickhead.

“Ok,” you say walking closer to Nick than you are to Ethan, “basically the act is Ferdinand professing his love to Miranda even though they just met.”

“Shit, that’s insane.” Nick comments.

“I believe it is all just your willing suspension of disbelief since the play only occurs in one day. Anyway, then Miranda is like I love you too. Even if you cheated on my I’d still love you and all this crazy shit. And then Prospero is like creeping on them and watching this happen. He’s happy though because it’s part of his plan but also he has to disprove of it to Miranda so that she wants to do it more...” you explain to whole scene and finish as the three of you walk into Ms. VanHout’s class.

“Thanks y/n/n,” Ethan tenses up again. “You’re the best.” Nick finishes as he hugs you.

“Anytime.” And then you wink at Ethan.

Ms. VanHout is a forty something divorcee and she is pretty chill. Her classroom is set up in rows. You sit in the middle row three desks from the front. Ethan sits behind you since the kid who usually sits there is sick and Nick sits next to you. The whole class you sit facing Nick, in order to talk to both him and Ethan.

“Y/n, wanna tell the class your friends name?” Ms. VanHout asked.

“Sur-“ you were interrupted by Ethan saying

“I can introduce myself. Last block didn’t go so well.” A few kids that were in your second block chuckled and Ethan continued

“I’m Ethan and I’m from LA. I am a YouTuber and i have a channel with my twin brother. Ms. VanHout, would you mind if I filmed some of your class?”

“Oh, wow. Sure Ethan. Today we are going to have people act out the scene we read for homework.” Ms. VanHout answered excitedly.

“Y/n would you mind being Miranda?” Ms. VanHout always called on you. This probably had to do with the fact that even though you had so much anxiety you could never say no. To anything. The amount of times that you fell into a relationship with someone you weren’t even into was wayyy too high.

“Sure.” You responded.

“Ms. VanHout, would you mind if I played Ferdinand? I read the material late last night with y/n/n.” Ethan volunteers, winking at you.

That fucker is literally gonna get me killed. All these girls are still obsessed with him. All he does is focus on me. I have a chance with Nick not with him can’t he just let me shoot my shot.

“That’s wonderful, of course Ethan.” Ms. VanHout says.

The other parts are given away to people you don’t talk to and Ethan sets up the camera to film you the scene and everyone goes to the front.

“...And now farewell Till half hour hence” you recite

“A thousand thousand” Ethan replies leaning in and putting his hand under your jaw. “Ready for another dose of hell” he whispers as he kisses you and then turns to exeunt.

“Ethan, was it? That was not a part of the scene and frankly not very appropriate.” Ms. VanHout states.

“Oh, oh it’s totally okay Ms. VanHout. I’ve known Ethan forever and frankly he is a mediocre kisser.” You reply in an attempt to get under Ethan’s skin.

The bell rings just before Ethan has a chance to retort.

“Come on Eth, it’s time for lunch.” You smirk saying “Nick, Ethan and I were going to go out to get lunch, care to join?”

“Oh, I totally want to, y/n/n, but I don’t have an off block so I don’t have time.” Nick replies and again you notice Ethan is no longer amused in the slightest.

“Okay, see you later”

Ethan doesn’t say a word on the way to the car or on the way to the downtown restaurant you both were meeting Grayson at. It was almost scary.

When you arrived, you and Ethan got out of the car and were walking through an alley to get to the restaurant. You got a text from Grayson saying he’d be ten minutes late and finally breaking the silence you started telling Ethan “Hey, Gray is going to be late, he just tex-“ you were cut off as Ethan pushed your back against the wall and placed one hand on the wall beside your head and the other on your hipbone. “Ethan, are you good?” You barely whisper.

“I just wish you wouldn’t have talked to Nick so much and the way he called you y/n/n pissed me off. All this time I was so excited to come to your school and tease you and hang out with you but he was all over you. It just made me so angry and I didn’t know could be this angry about a -“

It was your turn to cut him off you leaned in and cut him off with a deep kiss. His hand moved to you jaw and the other gripped harder on your hip. Your kiss lasted at least three minutes only to end with:

“Y/n! Ethan!”

You both turn to see Grayson standing at the alley’s entrance, mouth wide open.