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huskerdust x gn!reader. after a particularly rough day recruiting for the hotel, you limp back to your room to find your two favourite boys waiting for you. anon request. 1.7k
featuring: some blood, physical hurt/comfort, cuddles. really, it's just pure fluff.
Hell can seriously suck a dick sometimes.
You shove the door to the Hotel open with tired arms, for once actually finding yourself wishing that the wall had once again been blown up, if it meant less effort getting home. Charlie had had you pounding pavement all day, trying and failing to enlist new guests to the hotel. Even after the failed extermination, most of the sinners in Pride were less than welcoming to the idea of improving themselves. You spent half the day being told to fuck off and having doors slammed in your face, and the other half actively avoiding being the victim of some assholeâs wrath or lust.
You wipe sweat and ash from your brow with the brow with a sleeve, pausing by the bar to take the weight of your knee. Youâd managed to trip while trying to escape a sudden firefight in the Doomsday District, and every step back to the hotel had sent pain shooting up your leg. Your pants were torn and blood has dried in itchy streaks down your calf.
The bartender is nowhere in sight, and you fish your phone out of your pocket to text Angel, sighing when you notice the screen now has a crack spiderwebbing up from the corner of it. Still, a small smile twitches at your lips briefly when you notice he texted you an hour earlier. Itâs short and sweet, and your smile widens tiredly.
It was a habit the two of you had picked up since youâd fallen into this relationship with him and Husk; when two of you had turned in for the night, one of you would text to let their other partner know which room they had ended up in. Usually, it was you texting Angel when a shoot ran long, but it had been a rare day off for the porn star and apparently the lack of clientele had meant Husk had been able to clock off early, too.
The lack of a cat emoji said they were spending quality time with Fat Nuggets in Angelâs room, and you thanked Lucifer silently that heâd installed an elevator during the remodel.
You sigh at the idea of having to keep moving rather than just collapsing onto the nearest horizontal surface, limping around the bar to wrap a handful of ice in a towel before making your way to the elevator.
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âHey, gorgeous, âbout time you gotââ Angel sits up from where he was lounging across his bed, concern creasing his brow as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. The sudden movement unsettles the two curled up on top of him â while Fat Nuggets snuffles in a mix of both protest and greeting as he waddles across the comforter, Husk looks up with a quiet âmrrp?â. He had been stretched out alongside Angel, his arms wrapped around the spiderâs midsection and his chin resting against his chest. Angelâs hand still lingers where it had been stroking through the fur between the bartenderâs ears, and you feel a small pang of regret for interrupting the tableau. âWhat in the fuck happened to you?â
âHell happened,â you reply dryly, wincing as you put a little too much pressure on your knee. Husk blinks sleep out of his eyes and his expression immediately becomes marred with worry. He pushes himself up of Angel just as you move to collapse onto the stool in front of Angelâs vanity, ignoring the ache that protests in the small of his back as he comes to your side. You grimace as you stretch out your leg in front of you, and Angel rolls over to fish the first aid kit out from under his bed. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre bleeding,â Husk points out gruffly, kneeling beside you. He carefully hooks a claw in the tear in your pants and tears it wider, his brow furrowing further as he reveals the dried blood staining your calf.
âAm I?â you say, sarcasm weak. âI hadnât noticed.â
Husk fixes you with a dry, exasperated look from under his feather brows as Angel joins the two of you. âWho did it?â
âNo one.â You hiss as Angel begins to clean you up, the saline stinging at the abrasion on your knee.
A low growl rumbles warningly through Husk. âDollâŚâ
You reach out, cupping his face in your hand. You stroke your thumb through the fur of his cheek soothingly. His frown doesnât ease, but his eyes close for a moment at the touch. âIâm serious. I fell, thatâs all.â
âJesus, toots.â Angel says through an exhale, carefully scrubbing away the blood streaked over your calf. His other hands rummage through the kit for disinfectant and a bandage. âWas it down a flight of stairs by any chance?â
You shake your head, smirking lightly. âDoomsday District; the ground there is like, ninety percent broken glass. Pretty sure I got it all out.â
âThe Princess shouldnât be sendinâ you out there alone,â Husk grumbles, using a piece of saline-soaked gauze to wipe away the remaining ash on your face. You wrinkle your nose as the material tickles at your nose. âIt ainât your job toââ
âHusk, Iâm fine.â you assure him. You lean forward to press a kiss to his nose, and Huskâs shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. âIâm home.â
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âBetter?â
You smile, running your fingers rhythmically through Angelâs hair. âMuch.â
The three of you are curled up on Angelâs bed, ice melting against your knee and all three of you cradled amongst his many, many pillows and blankets. Husk is propped up against the pillows by the headboard, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders. Youâre tucked up against him, your shoulder against his chest, and your face tilted up to tuck up against his jaw. His purring vibrates through his back, but some of his earlier frustration still lingers in the twitching of his tail. His lips brush against your forehead gently.
Angel is curled up against your side, his head on your chest and two arms wrapped around you. Another reaches up to stroke through the fur of Huskâs side, the fourth resting on the back of the little hell-piglet curled in a ball on Huskâs thigh beside your hip. His legs are bent to tuck up under yours, hooking your knees over his thighs to keep your injury elevated. Every part of you seems to be pressed against soft, soft fur, and you arch your neck further to press your lips to the underside of Huskâs jaw. His purring grows louder.
âPlus side?â Angel comments, looking up at the two of you without raising his cheek from your chest. âCharlie is gonna feel so bad âbout sendinâ ya out thereââ
âShe fuckinâ should,â Husk interjects in a grumble. You sooth him by reaching down to card fingers through his fur, and when your fingers find Angelâs hand, the spider entangles them with his and squeezes. He might be talking more lightly about your current state than Husk, but you knew he was worried, too. You squeeze it back.
ââthat there is no way ya gonna be on recruitment duty for, like, a month.â Angel continues. âYa can jusâ live the high life here. Ya milk that knee jusâ right anâ she probably wonât even make ya go to group. Lucky bitch.â
You hum a laugh, shivering at the way Huskâs claws skim pleasantly against the bare skin of your arm. âAnd does this âhigh lifeâ by any chance involve some serious naked time?â
Angel giggles, reaching releasing your waist to reach down and run teasing fingers over the front of Huskâs pants. âDepends. Think the old man here can keep up?â
Husk swats his hand away, and you catch the amused smile that touches his lips for a moment before he remembers to scowl. âNever heard you complain.â
âMaybe you should turn your hearing aid up,â Angel suggests tauntingly, and you choke on a laugh when Husk reaches over you and shoves him off the bed. âHey! Ow!â
Husk grins, winking at you as Angel stands, all four hands on his hips and a pout on his face. Careful not to jostle you, Husk leans over and grabs a hold of the front of the spiderâs shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. Angel wraps two arms around his neck, the other two smoothing over the bartenderâs chest. He finds a nipple and pinches, hard, and Husk breaks away with a surprised growl.
âFuck!â
âHey!â you object as the movement jostles you further. You rescue Nuggets from the fray, setting him down on the end of the bed. âWatch the invalid, would you? Some of us are injured here!â
Husk immediately stops, his expression apologetic. He catches your cheek, dusting kisses over your face before he presses his lips to yours. You hum happily, feel Angel climb into the bed beside you. He curls up behind you, pressing himself up against your back. Husk kisses you for a few moments more before he pulls away, touching his lips to the skin between your brows. âSorry, doll.â
âHeâs a goddamn brute,â Angel says, tucking his head over your shoulder. âYou should totally kick his ass.â
You giggle, and Husk silences him by kissing him again. When they break apart, Husk pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around you. His wing curves to cover the three of you, and you bury your face contentedly in the soft fur of his chest.
#huskerdust#huskerdust x reader#my fic#huskerdust fic#husk x reader#angel dust x reader#qpr angel dust x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel angel dust#husk hazbin hotel#husk#angel dust#hazbin husk x reader#husk x you#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin angel dust
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Read buttermilk today and now @ceilidho got me on that babysitter grindset⌠but what if I freaked it up a little.
cw: age gap (reader is around 21 and Soap is like 29ish), something sorta flirting with/on the edge of fauxcest due to a sibling-like bond, so Iâm gonna tag it as such just in case.
Before Johnny enlisted, heâd only ever had one paying job.
Taking care of you.
About eight years your senior, your mom decided to go back to working when you were around 4 and he was on the cusp of 13. And for 5 years (an eternity to a kid like you) he was your best friend in the world. Would get out of school, walk to the elementary school to get you, bring you home, and hang out until whenever your parents got off of work.
And the boy was devoted. Didnât mind that he had to put off hanging with his friends till the weekend. Didnât mind making your snacks or watching silly kids movies. Didnât mind when you asked him to play pretend veterinarian with you, and he had to lay down and act like a really sick horse. And you loved him.
The first time your parents took you on a vacation and you realized he wouldnât be there? You were so mad. As mad as a 4 year old can be.
Youâre embarrassed when you cry at the news that heâs enlistingâ at age 10 youâre not supposed to cry anymore, youâre a big girl. He hugs you so tight, early in the morning before he has to go.
His folks move during his first tour. There isnât an anchor to bring him back to you for a very long time. Over a decade, as it turns out.
Heâs getting ready to go on leave when he gets a callâ his mum buzzing with some kind of gossip as usual.
âYouâll never guess who I saw down at Sainsburyâsââ
Your university happens to be in the town his family moved to. He has his own place now of course, but he likes to keep close to them.
His first night back and his mum is beside herselfâ trying to get the place nice, because youâre joining them for dinner. Johnny never even considers that when you come to the door, youâre not the little girl he left tearing up on her parents porch.
He has to remember to close his mouth at the sight of you. His dad offers you a beer for fuckâs sake. Heâs amazed at how much has changedâ but also, how much is the same. The curve of your nose, and bubble of your laughter, the way your eyes widen with interest.
You happen to be on break right now. So of course, he ends up unwittingly spending all of his leave with you. You were always a funny kidâ youâre a lot funnier now that you can swear. And you were always cute but now youâre so⌠pretty.
And he is not a fucking fan of the kind of attention it gets you. The way guys look at you when youâre sitting alone, waiting for him at a coffee shop. How your phone goes off at least once every 20 minutes, and itâs almost always âthis guy from your classâ. He tells himself that itâs just because he was responsible for you for so longâ that heâs just having trouble shaking that off. He just remembers when you were so innocentâ he doesnât wanna see you get chewed up and spit out by college boys.
And he keeps finding himself falling into old patterns. Making you stay still so he can wipe your mouth after having a bit of a messy danish. Holding your hand tight when youâre in a busy place, crossing any streets. Having you tell him what you want so he can order things for you. Picking you up so he can hear you giggle and tell him to put you down.
He tells himself that when he touches himself later that itâs just because being away for work has left him touch starved and sensitive. Itâs only natural to get turned on by a pretty girl who leans into him⌠especially when you get along so famously.
(Even though he remembers playing I spy while he held your hand and walked you home from school, your little backpack slung over his shoulder, even though he had his own to carry. )
Before he knows it, itâs his last night at home, ending it off with another of his mumâs dinners. At the table you casually mention the graduate schools youâre thinking of going toâ some close by, some not. He almost chokes when you mention that thereâs a really nice school in Canada you were considering.
Thatâs when he knows heâs fucked. Because he doesnât think of that as you getting on with your life. Of a girl getting her education. He thinks of that as losing you, and after the bliss of the past couple of weeks heâs had with you, heâs not sure heâll take being separated from you nearly as long as he did the last time. Not to mention all of the guys at your school trying to get their hands on you.
So heâs gonna have to find a way to get you too invested to travel far. And figure out how to protect you from those assholes when heâs not around.
Making you a part of his family and putting his ring on your finger should be enough, right?
#writing#cod fanfic#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish#soap x reader#cw age gap#cw fauxcest
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Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.
#Iâm resuming this tomorrow itâs been hours now Iâm just mad#Iâm home because my parents are moving to a different state and I needed to pack whatever was left#and for some reason we just keep old devices when weâre done with them#so I borrow an adapter to allow me to connect my ancient unworking iPad mini to my laptop#factory reset it. i have to reset an old email to access the old Apple id to fully reset it.#it wonât connect to the wifi so I have to reset the settings. i find out itâs too old to run pjsk.#i find an old phone that should work. i reset it as well. Iâm able to download pjsk & it takes 20 minutes.#pjsk crashes everytime I try to open it. i attempt to run bluestacks on my computer. bluestacks doesnât have 64 bit for mac yet.#i get a free trial of parallels and download windows onto my laptop. this takes 40 minutes.#i try to download and run bluestacks on that. m1 macs apparently canât run bluestacks 64 bit through parallels.#i go find the final old phone that I had forgotten about. it takes forever to charge because the charging port is fucked up. i reset it as#well. it canât connect to wifi. i try a hotspot on my current phone. service is too awful. i try to do wifi sharing from my laptop.#you have to be connected to the router via a cable for that to work.#at this point it has been like 3 hours. Iâm giving up because Iâve been down this route before#when I attempted to run 32 bit steam games on m1 mac#(wine64 doesnât exist for m1 macs yet -> attempt to run boot camp -> boot camp isnât a thing anymore on Apple silicon -> attempt to run#several different programs that allow me to run windows on a mac. none of them work. ->#look into linux & give up. -> attempt to implement the unfinished/unbottled wine64 code thru terminal. ->#fuck up and delete some important file & have to fix that (misery inducing) -> keep trying. i think I downloaded a Mac coding program at#some point? i realize I have zero coding knowledge and this is a mistake. -> give up and purchase crossover. game doesnât even work. ->#3 months later update to the latest OS so I can have enough storage to play psychonauts 2. find out the $60 crossover#purchase was a bad idea because âheehee crossover doesnât work on that buy the new versionâ (fuck crossover).#my toxic trait is my belief that I can figure out anything via google and sheer stubbornness. usually this is true. occasionally there are#exceptions to this rule. most of them are because owning Apple products is a mistake.#i think if I reset the router tomorrow I can solve this problem but I can also just go elsewhere with better service or wait until Iâm home#now itâs a matter of pride. and also free 4*/I have nothing better to do because Iâm stuck here until Tuesday.#<- this is all normal behavior by the way. who doesnât spend 8 hours ramming their head against a problem every once and a while. enrichment#mine#oh I forgot. i also looked into cloning the app but that would cost money for something that might not even work.#âjust log out and make an altâ and risk losing my account? Iâm stupid enough to overwrite it on accident.
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Friendship ended with google sheets, now filofax is my best friend
#iâve been tying to come up with a system for verb conjugations#like recording all the verbs iâve encountered in spanish and their conjugations. just in present tense for now and then i will learn#past and future and any other cases or tenses i may need#and i did buy a dedicated language journal (which iâm really enjoying using. it has habit trackers; lots of space for notetaking and doing#textbook exercises; sections for vocab lists and to write out/give examples of grammar rules; journal prompts for writing#in your target language etc) but it only has 48 verb conjugation tables#i have already encountered 77 different verbs in some form or another and recorded their infinitives so that i can table them#even if iâm just focusing on the present tense right now i do not have enough space and i donât want to clutter up the rest of my note pages#with just conjugation tables#so i needed a system and at first i was going to do a spreadsheet but then i was like realistically i will spend WAY too long on the layout#and i donât think iâll actually use it that much because google sheets is so fucking awkward on my phone#iâd have to pull my whole laptop out just to look at this spreadsheet. it wonât be fun. itâll seem too much like hard work#so i thought okay. what do i actually want from a verb conjugation system. some form of organisation for sure. colour coding#the ability to move stuff around if i want to#so iâm just using my filofax and various pens#itâs a personal size filofax so i can fit two verbs per page plus a couple of sample sentences using the verbs#i am SO much more likely to grab this and use it; especially if i keep it with my main language journal#and i can always add new pages. or if i run out of space i can take out verbs iâm confident with now and replace with verbs iâm trying#to learn. (iâm starting with just the most essential verbs. since thatâs the ones iâm usually finding anyway in A1 content)#iâm really happy with this idea tbh. i donât know if i already said that#personal
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I loaf technology
#context: I've been learning japanese for the past. um#*checks date* 2 months or so.. well. there was also one time I started studying then gave up in 1-2 months but I'm not counting that#and it's been coming along but by far my biggest weakness is my lack of vocabulary#I don't find the grammar super difficult but since I only know 800-900 words#(for comparison the average native speaker knows about 20k words)#most of the time that I read/listen to something and don't understand shit it's bc there's too many words that I don't know#I learn 20 new words a day thru flashcards + occasionally pick up some words here and there subconsciously just from watching stuff in jp#(that's also how/why I started watching inazuma eleven recently. and now I know too many fucking soccer terms in japanese)#but still I'm an impatient boy so I was like ok. what if I try to read stuff to pick up more vocabulary#usually this would be near impossible (or rather incredibly tedious) because I don't know enough words to really read anything#and I'd spend forever just looking up every single word that I don't know right#well thanks to the power of technology and a good pop-up dictionary extension I don't have to worry about that#and today I managed to install the extension on my phone too (I didn't know it was possible or else I would've done it sooner)#so now I can read. japanese inazuma eleven fanfic from my phone. lol#it'll still be pretty annoying of course since I'll have to look up MOST words anyway#but at least the process will have been simplified by a lot#anyway. that's why I loaf technology#lucasings
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my phone completely stopped working and i just started sobbing because its 7 am and i literally was going to sleep i always have so much bad luck i always had so many fucking PROBLRMS WITH MY LAPTOP AND IPHONE AND NOTHING GIVES ME MIGRAINES LIKE THIS I WANNa sdieeeee I WANNA DIEEE oh my god i canât breathe like iâmCTUALLY crying i know iâm fucking insane and annoying but fuck off oh my god
#i have such a migraine likedjfudfhudzjgdfh#and now i have to find a new fucking phone and i have to spend my SAVED money. that i wanted to use for more useful things in the future on#SOME FUCKING IPHONE oh my god i actually need to kill myself#these are such non issues but i'm so fucking tired and frustrarted and things never go my way and this was the last fucking straw#my mom found a cheap iphone and i have to give her my saved money now Hahhahaha. this is fucking killing me#i had this phone since my bday in 2019 its been 3 fucking years How the dfuck is it so bad and fragile#ALL I DID WAS CUT A FUCKING VIDEO AND GO ON TUMBLR AND IT FUCKING RESTARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AND ITS STUCK ITS FUCKING STUCK AND WONT DO SHIT AND MY FUCKING SIM CARD IS LOCKED I CANT RECEIVE TWO FACTOR AUTHEHHRHHTHNNNBHJGVHF!H#FUCKKKKKK MY DICKK AND BAKLLS
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader
Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.
[Second Part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)
You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.
Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.
It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.
"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"
One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.
The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.
Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere monster#yandere monster x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#monster x reader#monster x human#monster boyfriend#tentacle monster#monster smut#terato#teratophillia#monster fucker
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[part ii of come on and show me | masterlist]
logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson
rated e - 4k
tags: MMF threesome, jealous!reader, reader is wade's girl, mutual pining/crushes all around, dirty talk, open relationship, eiffel tower, oral sex, piv, shared blow job, one affectionate use of the word slutty, reader has her hair tugged, light wade degradation, come sharing/swapping, praise kink
Itâs stupid how much a crush can affect you after everything, but Logan has a way of turning both of you into schoolgirls.
Youâve each had the flickers of feelings before, but itâs never been like the express train that is one Logan Howlett, unexpectedly crashing into your station. Neither one of you had stood a chance.
(or - youâre both eager to spend time with Logan again)
The party is in full-swing. Plastic cups full of NOS and liquor - a crumpled up, passed around piece of paper, filled with scribbled-down drinking games.
Itâs week two of Wadeâs âFriday Night Yikes: an Analysis of Films Unfairly Nominated for the Razziesâ - or, movie night, to keep it simple.
A buzz of conversation during the intermission between the third and the fourth Fast & Furious movies, as you worked your way to Fast X.
Itâs your first time being back at the apartment since your shared morning together. A busy past couple days - work schedules always just out of sync.
Wade coming to you one of those nights after you got off late - quiet, midnight murmurings filled with interest and hope, a conclusion that both of you on the same page.
Leaving you to wonder if he would be, as well.
Youâve felt the weight of Loganâs gaze throughout the night. Dropping when you glance his way, busying himself with his drink, passing around the bowl of chips or popcorn.
Trapped between Colossus and Peter - the seating in the small apartment is already limited. You've been perched on Wade's lap for the last hour, legs kicked over the side of an armchair as your head rests against his shoulder. A smile, with the rumble of laughter under your ear. The fingers that curl around your waist, fingers brushing.
But you know his gaze drifts across the room as well.
Catching the tail end of a conversation, Logan's beer tipped back as Piotr swipes through a phone that looks toy-sized in his hand.
"-be lonely in an apartment like this. I could help you find a nice girl."
It's not the first time this conversation has risen, but it's the first time it's made you go tense in Wade's arms.
"You don't want this hunk of metal helping you," Wade jumps in, "I got just the guy. Hope you like scars, because good news-"
Even as your elbow digs into his ribs, he doesn't budge.
âRight.â Logan scoffs, interrupting, âAs if I was into loud-ass, scar-covered, bald assholes. You wish, Wilson.â
It doesnât hold the same animosity it wouldâve a week ago. Thereâs a muffled âfuckâ breathed in your ear, the tilt of hips that lift beneath you.
âNothing wrong with a bald asshole. Preferable, sometimes.â Wade smirks with a wink, âCome on Logi Bear, we canât let a handsome young man like you become a spinster. Whatâs your type?â
Only now do Logan's eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as he answers.
"Don't have one."
It makes you inhale a breath, a little jolt in your belly.
'You have already got a girl, Wade. That is my point," Piotr frowns. A hum of interest as he shows Logan his phone, "What about Domino? You remember her, right?"
Peter leans from the other side, "Wade, you were supposed to give her my number."
"She has it." Piotr brushes him off, as Peter looks crushed. Thereâs a ping from Loganâs pocket - the information sent over.
Always getting lucky. You like Domino, quite a bit actually, but the thought sends a fresh wave of oozing green jealousy washing over you.
Logan huffs, a shift as his legs stretch out - the hint of a smirk, as he deflects, âHow do you know me and Althea haven't been getting cozy?â
Thereâs a derisive snort from the armchair to your right.
âYou wish you could handle me, motherfucker.â
There a chorus of laughter, Wadeâs voice ringing out.
âWas that a joke?â It pitches up, as if he canât believe it, âYou're getting soft, maybe you are getting laid.â
As is he hadnât been gargling Loganâs balls just a few days before. Coming so hard with his roommateâs fist around his cock, that he saw stars.
The look Logan shoots his way is unreadable. A lazy roll of his eyes, before his head tips towards the television.
âJust start the goddamn movie, dumbass.â
You slip from Wadeâs lap when Logan peels from the couch to grab another beer. The chip bowl scooped up off the table - canât be running out, not when thereâs another hour still left to go.
A moment as you linger, watching as the fridge light illuminates his face. The silhouette of his features, the sharp cut of his facial hair flecked with grey - before heâs catching you, an eyebrow cocked.
You make a show of rounding the fridge, stepping into the narrow pantry. Hoping that he follows.
He doesnât let you down.
âYouâre not gonna call her, are you?â
Itâs not what you mean to ask him, even if itâs certainly what youâve been thinking about - the conversation a lead weight in your belly.
Thereâs a beat, as his eyebrow lifts. The peek of the tip of his tongue, running across a canine.
âI might,â He drawls, an arm bracing on the shelves, filling the doorway, âGonna try to convince me not to, sweetheart?â
That jolt inside you plummets, until you see the curl of his lips. How thereâs a dark heat that simmers in his eyes, as they drop to your mouth.
Teasing. Logan is teasing you.
You step into him. A hand curling around the back of his neck, his sharp intake of breath just audible before your mouth tips up to his.
It only lasts as long as a heartbeat, but you can still feel the hunger.
How his hands curve around your waist, dipping to cup against your ass. Tugging you flush as he licks into your mouth, leaving you panting when you pull away.
You canât get too caught up. Not with your friends just across the room, this tenuous connection still taking shape between you.
âCome stay with us tonight.â Itâs quiet, as his lips brush yours again, âWeâll take care of you.â
Loganâs eyes open, his voice a low rasp.
âThought it was a one-time thing.â
You canât bite back your smile, âMm, think it was at least a three-time thing, if Iâm remembering right.â
And thereâs still his words, echoing in your mind, when it wanders. âOur girl.â If it had been possible to come from that alone, you just might have.
He huffs, and your voice softens.
âBut no. Not if you donât want it to be.â
The look he gives you is searching.
âWade put you up to this?â
You lean against the shelves, arms crossing, âWade has been half-hard all night, thanks to you. He feels the same, hasnât been able to stop looking at you.â
His tongue pokes against his cheek.
âIâve noticed. You two are not subtle.â
Heat licks at your cheeks, as your eyes drop. Itâs stupid how much a crush can affect you after everything, but Logan has a way of turning both of you into schoolgirls.
Youâve each had the flickers of feelings before, but itâs never been like the express train that is one Logan Howlett, unexpectedly crashing into your station.
Neither one of you had stood a chance.
âIâm sorry.â
You try to move away from him, but thereâs no where to go. His hand reaches out, even as his eyes shift away - settling somewhere next to your ear as his own pinken.
âDonât be. Itâs⌠uh,â Thereâs a lift of his shoulder, as he searches for a word, âNice. Been a long time.â
âI find that hard to believe.â You smile, head tilting, âSo⌠maybe just think about it?â
Thereâs the sound of a cinematic explosion behind you - layered laughter pulling you out of the moment.
Logan leans close. A held breath, before he grabs the bag of chips off the shelf - dropping them into your bowl as he takes a step back.
Just as aware as you are of the time that has passed.
âYeah, sweetheart.â He purrs, âIâll think about it.â
Thereâs a low murmur in your ear, when you slip onto Wadeâs lap a few minutes later. Stalling as you refilled, waiting for Logan to settle in before you went back.
You can feel him now, the considerably-more-pronounced ridge that presses into the curve of your ass. The hand that settles almost possessively just beneath your breasts, splaying wide.
âYouâre so hot when youâre jealous.â Wade rasps in your ear, a press of his lips against your neck.
This time when your elbow digs into his side, he laughs.
âHello gorgeous,â Wade coos, âIâve missed you.â
Logan shifts, scowling, âI live with you.â
Thereâs a sigh from behind you, as you settle between Loganâs thighs. Itâs late now - the movie eventually winding to an end.
Tension stringing tight in your belly, that warm weight as everyone bid goodbyes. Al conked out on her recliner after ten minutes into the second movie, something that Wade may or may not have planned.
Making for Wadeâs room - starting where you left off in the kitchen. Clothed peeled off with the wandering of mouth and hands, bared by the time the door kicks shut behind you.
Your palm pressing against his chest as he settles back against the headboard - you and Wade fitting yourselves onto the bed alongside him.
Even though youâve seen him before, heâs still a sight to behold - all thick muscles and hair-dusted skin - something youâre still taking in.
âNot you,â Wade clarifies - a hand smoothing down your back.
Your thighs press together, squirming already, as his hips settle just shy of the soft curve of your ass. A shift, as he gets comfortable - the weight of his stiff cock dipping against your skin.
âIâm talking to king dong right here.â
Thereâs a rough scoff, âDonât talk to my dick, Wilson.â
âWell someone has to. He told me heâs lonely, poor thing. Always what you doing, not how you doing. Isnât that right, big guy?â
âAlright,â Logan scowls, a hand bracing on the headboard as he lifts up, âIâm out of-â
He chokes on the sound, as your tongue peeks out to lap at his shaft.
Itâs pretty - flushed at the tip, as it rests against his thigh. A thickening twitch as you kiss along his hard length, down to the dark, wiry hair - a hushed groan as he sags back into place.
âDidnât get to taste you last time.â You murmur, fingers wrapping around the base, âBeen thinking about this.â
Stroking against skin, as you take him into your mouth. A soft moan in your throat, as he fills you - the tip skating across your tongue.
ââs right,â Wade comments, with another roll of his hips. Thumb pressing against the tip, angling him down to tease as your entrance, âGotta level the playing field, gorgeous.â
A glance up at Logan, eyes narrowing as he smirks.
âWeâre totally pussy pals now, bee tee dubs. Both opened the gates of Mordor. Took ole one-eye to the same optometrist.â
The annoyed groan you make turns soft, as he starts a lazy rhythm with his hips. Knowing how to wind you up - skating his length against your slit, as try to take another inch down your throat. Cheeks hollowing as you suck, tongue tracing the underside of his tip.
âCounting down the days until weâre cock comrades,â He adds, with a friendly pat against your ass - before he sends Logan a wink, âBut Iâm willing to wait for marriage. Know youâre old-school, peanut.â
Thereâs a pull of Loganâs brow. A scowl, as he shifts - the movement nudging him deeper into your mouth. Distracting him from the sharp retort as you moan, the sound buzzing against his cock.
He meets your eyes, half-lidded. A hand coming to cup your jaw, urge you to take just a little more.
âCold day in hell before that happens.â
Itâs gritted out, half-hearted as your head bobs. A slow stroke of your fist across spit-slick skin - his hips lifting, chasing you.
âI dunno,â Wade coos. Eyes dropping down to the leaking tip of his cock. His thumb pressing against the curve of your ass - tugging you open so he can watch how he sinks into you.
âI have a way of making people beg.â
You whimper, as he inches into you. Mouth full, spit pooling on your tongue. It almost overwhelming, to be between them like this.
The pleasurable warmth that loops through you, your eyes sliding shut. Leading into Loganâs touch as Wade splits you open, leaving you squirming.
Thereâs a shift, as his hands slip to flatten against the mattress. A smooth drag as he surges forward - hilting himself with a final roll of his hips.
It makes you gasp, even with how slick you are. Clenching down around the cock that fills you - eagerness flickering in your belly, as you life your hips to take him deeper.
âFuck, baby. So fucking tight.â Wade moans appreciatively. Slipping half-way out, only to watch how your ass sways when he fills you again, âGonna turn my dick into a goddamn diamond. Emma Frost this shit.â
Another thrust sending you forward. A rhythm starting - sinking back onto Wadeâs cock when to rock back, your throat relaxing when you take Logan further.
Your jaw has to open wide take him. Thereâs a throb against your tongue as he nudges at your throat. A rattling gasp when youâre shifting back again.
âFeels good, sweetheart,â Logan coos - his hands curving around your throat, fingertips at the base of your neck, âThink you can take more?â
The praise stokes the fire in your belly. Eyes wide as you nod - Wade slowing as you angle your head.
âOh yeah, she can.â Wade purrs.
Watching as you try to take more, until your nose is brushing the coarse hairs at his base. The air burning in your lungs as you hold your breath.
A gasp, when you pull off him. Leaving you to kiss and suck at his tip, lips slick with spit.
You ache for them - your other hand wedging between your hips and the mattress. A whine when your fingers circle, slipping against slick skin.
It sends your nerves alight, with the way Wade grinds himself into you. His cock dragging against your walls, nudging against a sensitive spot inside you - you can feel your thoughts starting to go hazy.
âYou think she gets wet from kissing? Fuck, you should feel her now.â Thereâs a rough thrust, the slap of skin against skin.
Thereâs a pressure against your back, as Wade dips down. His chest pressing against your shoulders - caging you in as his cheek nudges against yours.
A kiss dropped against your shoulder.
âYou get a little slutty with a dick in your mouth, baby?â His voice goes soft and low - teasing.
âThatâs okay, I do too.â
His words make you moan. Heâs deeper like this, filling you with shallow thrusts. A hand tucking beneath you, cupping a breast.
A rough groan in your ear, âMakes me wonder⌠why am I letting you have all the fun?â
Loganâs hips lift on their own accord. A bitten-back sound, trapped in throat as you register what he means.
Your head angling to make room for your boyfriend, lips trailing down to press against his base. A tilt of your fist, holding Loganâs cock for him steady as you smile.
âRoom for two, honey.â
Thereâs the twitch of Loganâs hands against your skin, his grip tightening in your hair. His eyes dark when you glance up at him. A heave to his chest, lips parted as the tip of his cock slips past Wadeâs lips.
âFuck.â Itâs gritted out.
His hand leaves your neck to hook against Wadeâs shoulder, fingers pinching into skin. A muffled sound caught in his throat, as Wade pulls off him and grins.
Twin kisses pressed against his shaft. You travel up this time, tongue tracing over the thick vein. Loganâs jaw clenching, teeth grinding together.
âDonât hold back on us, daddy long leg.â Wade hums, smirking, âAs if you didnât cream your panties the last time I did this.â
A drag of his tongue against Loganâs sack, and the moan loosens. Words coming with it, the next time you trade - kisses pressed against the seam, as Wade takes the shaft into his throat.
âOh shit,â Itâs panted out, âThatâs it, put that fucking mouth to good use.â
Thereâs a groan, with the bob of his head. Your own lifts as you watch, a soft hum as you kiss his throat. Watching the way his eyes flutter shut, brow pinching as he tries to take him further.
âYouâre not used to something this big, are you baby?â You coo, âGonna need some help?â
âFuck.â Wade laughs, as he pulls off him - the sound strangled, as the rock of his hips goes sloppy, âTeaming up me. Donât bully me, Iâll-â
He moans, when Loganâs hand presses on the back of his head, urging him back down. Your teeth sinking into your lip as you grin - a kiss pressed against Wadeâs cheek, then chin.
A shift, until the tip slips from his mouth, and then youâre sharing it - messy, spit-slick lips against skin. Open-mouthed, tasting him, tasting Logan, as you rock back to meet his thrusts.
âFuck, I dreamed about this.â It slips from Logan. Hushed, you almost miss it in the hazy swirls of your mind.
It shoots through you, straight to your clit. Your efforts doubled - you like how messy it is, the brush of his tongue against yours. The hand between your thighs bracing on the mattress instead so you can twist further, the other pulling his mouth to fully meet yours.
Thereâs a ragged moan, as Wadeâs body goes taut. His face burying in your shoulder as he ruts into you - two more shallow thrusts before heâs spilling with a rough moan inside.
Grinding against you, pumping himself into your tight warmth until the throbbing pulse of his cock ebbs. Until youâve milked him empty, his come painting your walls.
âItâs too much,â Wade gasps, lips curling up at the edges. Teeth nipping at your skin, âYou two are gonna kill me-â
Logan huffs - eyes dark, âIf fucking you to death was an option, our fight wouldâve gone a lot differently.â
âLook at you,â Itâs wheezed against your skin, an eye cracking open, âAnother joke.â
Logan hums, more amusement than annoyance. A hand slipping from Wadeâs shoulder, wrapping around his base. A slow squeeze in front of you, as your eyes widen.
âSupposed to be taking care of you.â Your smile is sheepish, âSorry, Logan.â
Too caught up in sharing him - the weight against your tongue, how the tip slipped between pressed-together lips - to concentrate on your goal.
âYou are.â It comes out rough - another squeeze. Angling it down, tapping the tip against your tongue when your mouth opens.
âKnow you want a taste baby, but Iâm not coming âtil you do.â
You groan, as you suck him. As he feeds his cock to you, still stroking at the base. Feeling empty when Wade eases from you, hands at your hips - coaxing you to your knees for him.
âHuman centipede, got it.â Wade grins - kissing down your back. Teeth sinking into the curve of your ass, as you hiss, âBetter save some for me, gorgeous. Sharing is caring.â
You jolt, when his mouth presses against you.
Practiced swirls of his tongue, fingers that replace his cock. The needy rut of him inside you has been edging you since he started - and as you watch the way Logan watches both of you, itâs not long before you feel that tell-tale twist inside you, that pressure that winds tight.
Logan growls - all rasping voice and pinched brow. His lips parted, thighs inching wider as you let you hands wander across the thick muscles of his thighs.
Tracing over his fingers and lower, cupping him. A sharp hiss - his fist squeezing at his base, holding himself back.
âCome on, sweetheart. Let me give you what you want.â
Itâs as close as youâve heard to begging. A moan as the fingers curl and sink inside you. Teasing swipe of a tongue, dipping down to press against your hole. Panting breaths turning into whimpers, as Loganâs cock brushes over your lips.
âPlease,â You whine, rocking back, âI want it, Logan. Wanna come-â
Wadeâs lips close around your clit, and with the pound of his fingers, that string inside you snaps. Pleasure arcs through you, crackling up your spine.
Eyes half-lidded as you moan, the plunge of his fingers drawing out your orgasm. Muscles tensing as he teases at the sensitive bud - sharp, pointed licks that leave your toes curling.
Loganâs fist moves faster, as he watches you come undone in front of him. A hand curving around your chin to keep it in place - a thumb hooking around your teeth to keep your lips parted.
âGood fuckinâ girl, thatâs it.â Logan growls, âOpen your mouth for me, there you go.â
You open wider, just in time to catch the ropes of come that spill across your tongue. Taking him into your mouth, tongue lapping at the sensitive head as Logan moans. His fist working himself empty into your mouth, pulsing against your tongue.
âCanât believe Iâm saying this,â Wadeâs hands press against your hips as he shifts beside you, âBut donât you fucking swallow.â
His hands joining Loganâs, tilting your head to mouth to the side - thumbing at your lip.
âOpen.â Wade grits out - a sharp hiss when he sees how you hold it on your tongue, just before his mouth presses to yours.
Something thrumming in your belly, as he licks into your mouth. Youâve never shared anything quite like this before - the heady mix against your tongue. The moan that slides from you, echoing with the buzz in Wadeâs throat.
The look of hunger in Loganâs eyes, when the kiss breaks. Lips glossy with your messy kiss, as his hands close around your biceps. Itâs easy, with his strength, to tug you up until youâre straddling him.
His half-hard cock trapped against his slick core as he pulls you close. You laugh as your knees press into the mattress, a hand braced on his chest.
âOkay,â You hum, eyes dragging down, âThis time, you lay back. Let me take care of everything.â
The murmured âfuckâ against your lips, before his mouth presses to yours. Hips canting upward, seeking your heat.
And if you were a betting girlâŚ
Youâd bet this wasnât a two-time thing, either.
Wade stretches out, cat-like. A matching lazy grin, as he peers out of one eye up at Logan, using a thigh like a pillow.
âNever thought Iâd visit Paris,â He sighs, âMuch less twice in one night. Good thing Iâd been saving those frequent flyer miles.â
A yawn, muffled with the back of his hand, âThough I guess itâs not your first time though. Eh, Valjean?â
Logan grunts, the sound buzzing beneath your ear, where you head cradles against his chest. Muscles still burning from riding him, until his hands had hooked under your thighs to help.
Your leg stretches out now as you doze - boneless - hooking around his other thigh, as his fingers trace patterns on your skin.
âAnd donât you think I didnât hear that you dreamed about this,â Wade props himself up on an elbow - never one to let a comfortable silence linger.
A finger reaching out to poke his roommate in the ribs, âYou catching feelings, peanut?â
Loganâs eyes roll, as he bats the hand away - nudging you to the side so he can ease carefully out from under you.
âDonât ruin it.â
Swinging his legs around until he can push himself up - his ear to the door for a heartbeat until itâs swinging open.
âYouâre coming back, right?â You ask, groggy - the words murmured out into the dim room.
His head turns, glancing back as he turns. You can catch the way his eyes soften, a thumb hitched over a shoulder toward the bathroom.
âYeah, sweetheart.â He rasps, âJust grabbing somethinâ to clean you up.â
âIâll be right back.â
thanks for reading! đ I have three more nights Iâve been wanting to explore with them (next one being the old dp with dp+w), so hopefully will have that up soon!
#gif credit to the talented ayo-edebiri#wolverine x reader x deadpool#wolverine x reader#deadpool x reader#logan howlett x reader#wade wilson x reader#xmen x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x f!reader#logan howlett x reader x wade wilson
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Prada Shoes and I Love Yous
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!readerÂ
GENRE: smut, angst, crack, (some?) fluff, college!au, exes to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au, socialite/richkid!au
SUMMARY:Â Life as a socialite wasnât all champagnes and designer labels, especially not with the turn your reputation took due to a simple misunderstanding. Now, you were being painted by everyone as a big fat cheater who shattered her sweet boyfriendâs heartâa narrative that couldnât be further from the truth. In reality, it was him who had betrayed your trust. Frustrated and feeling deeply wronged, you returned to society and the new school year after a summer of cutting off contact with everyone and the drama. But just when you thought you were ready to face the world again, you were blindsided by something unexpected: the lingering effect Heeseung had on you. And who could blame you? Heeseung was way too hot for you to get over in just three short months and now, seeing him with the girl he once told you not to worry about all over him? Oh, it was on.Â
You refused to be replaced, labeled as a crazy ex, or forgotten. No, you were going to make Lee Heeseung realize that you were the best motherfucking thing to had ever happened to him.Â
WC: 21.4k
WARNINGS: some extent of emotionally cheating? (not actual cheating i swear itâs kinda unintentional), jake is a bestie and fwb hybrid (kinda flirty but itâs very much platonic i swear), so much miscommunication, profanity, drinking, drugs, physical altercation, mentions of puke, slut shaming, mentions of pregnancy (no one is actually pregnant), toxic relationship, roughdom!heeseung and sub!y/n, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), rough sex, unprepped? sex (consensual), creampie, mirror sex, deepthroating, cowgirl, dick too big?, creampie, and i am so sorry but karina is a BITCH like itâs almost campy how villainess she comes off
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hope everyone has fun with this one!! had a lot of fun writing it like and i'd love to hear you guys' feedback! love you lots <3 âşď¸
Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung.
This was all you found yourself repeating in your mind like it was some mantra while you reapplied your lip gloss, making sure to take one last good look at yourself in the mirror before shutting it close once you felt the planeâs wheels coming to a stop. From the outside, you looked absolutely perfect as not a single hair could be found out of place; no one wouldâve guessed that you had been on a plane for over 10 hours. But inside, you were a wreck as you felt your anxiety shooting up as your heart raced a million beats per minute.
âYou need to loosen up, you look like you have a stick up your ass.â Jake was lazily scrolling on his phone while nursing a champagne in his hand, barely sparing a glance at you. He seemed to be in a much more relaxed state than you were.
You scoffed before sending him a glare. âYou know, if anything, you should be the one panicking right now. Everyoneâs going to be talking about how we came back together.â
âGood thing I donât give a shit about what people say, right? Shouldâve thought that through before inviting me,â Jake shrugged, finally lowering his phone to look at you. His nonchalant attitude was pissing you off. âPlus, this all just looks worse because Ryujin decided she wanted to spend one last week with whatever his name was.â
He wasnât wrong. It hadnât just been the two of you in Monaco for three months; Ryujin had also been very much present. However, she found herself a summer fling named Louis, and unlike you and Jake, she couldnât find herself boarding your private jet without spending one last fiery week with her lover before saying goodbye for good and starting school again.
âMaybe we should have just stayed an extra week with her. It probably would have saved us from the shit show that I know weâre gonna be bombarded with the second we step off the plane.â You released a deep sigh before you started to gather your belongings around you.
Jake followed suit, grabbing his stuff and getting up from his seat. âWell, if we stayed back an extra week, then that would mean weâd have to deal with your momâs wrath for missing her annual end-of-summer garden party that we promised we wouldnât miss. You know how important it is for her, and to be honest, Iâd rather face Heeseungâs wrath than your momâs.â
He was right. This garden party of hers had been going on every year since even before you were born, and youâd be out of your mind to miss it. It was single-handedly the most important event every year for your family, and you couldnât even begin to fathom how your mom would react to your absence.
You reached over and snatched the champagne glass out of his hand before you downed whatever was left in it in one gulp as you braced yourself, hoping the alcohol would give you the courage you needed to step off the plane.Â
âWell, then I hope youâre prepared to take on Heeseung. Maybe heâll be nice enough to spare your pretty face. God knows itâs the only thing you have going for you.â
Heeseung was going to fucking kill Jake Sim.Â
When he woke up this morning, you were the last thing on his mind, something he seemed to have finally freed himself from. However, all the hard work he put into casting you away from his mind seemed to have been in vain, as now all he could think about was you and how you had returned after three months of radio silence with the guy you cheated on him with.
Livid didnât even cover what he was feeling, and it was evident in the way he swung his club. Each hit seemed to be driven by a surge of pent-up frustration.
âWhat the hell, man? Thatâs the third time today youâve been way off course. Whatâs going on?â Jay shot him an incredulous look as he tried to locate where the golf ball had landed.
Heeseung let out a frustrated groan as he ripped off his glove and shoved his driver back into his bag. âY/Nâs fucking back.â
That was all Jay needed to hear to understand what was going on with his friend. "Shit, I saw. Iâm sorry dude, itâs fucked up."
Heeseung was in no mindset to be playing golf right now. All he wanted was to go back home and wallow miserably in his bed. Unfortunately, they were only on hole ten of eighteen, and judging by his performance today, Heeseung knew it was going to take awhile.
"Did you know?" Heeseung couldn't help but blurt out, his frustration evident in his voice as he watched Jay effortlessly swing a shot miles better than his own.
Confusion flickered across Jay's face as he turned to face his friend. "What do you mean?"
âDid you know that she was coming back with Jake?â Heeseung felt his jaw tense as he mentioned his ex-friend.
âI didnât even know he was with her until today. Honestly, I thought heâd just fucked off somewhere and didnât bother telling any of us, considering how things went down. You know me, I wouldâve told you straight up if I had found out earlier.â Heeseung trusted Jay implicitly. He was as loyal as they came, but unfortunately, the same couldnât be said for everyone in their friend group.
"Do you think Sunghoon knew?" Heeseung's question elicited an audible groan from Jay.
If anyone in their friend group knew how Jake spent his summer, it would undoubtedly be Sunghoon. However, Sunghoon was notoriously tight-lipped, especially when it came to sensitive matters. Since the breakup, the entire friend group had undergone an incredibly awkward shift. It seemed that everyone had more or less chosen a side, and allegiances were clear.
"You know he wouldn't tell us anything if he did. It's getting ridiculous. The other day, I saw Gaeul and him having brunch or something at the clubhouse, and the moment she spotted me, she practically sprinted over to explain herself. She claimed she's still 'Switzerland' in the whole situation and hasn't chosen a side," Jay recounted, frustration evident in his voice.Â
Heeseung almost snorted at the absurdity of it all. Their friend group had never been one to keep secrets or tiptoe around each other, but the last few months had been nothing but that. The betrayal by you and Jake had not only affected Heeseung's relationship with you but had also tainted the dynamic of their entire friend group.
âLiterally, what is there to be âSwitzerlandâ about? I mean, this whole thing isnât even complicated. Everyone saw them go into the bathroom together and come out literally holding hands. Trust me, I know what she looks like after giving head, and that's literally what she looked like in that video Beomgyu sent. Plus, Karina literally heard them.â Heeseung angrily got into the golf cart as Jay fished the keys out to start driving.
âOkay, well, no offense, but in all honesty, Karinaâs probably not the most reliable source, cause sheâs in an extremely biased position, but I guess thatâs beside the point.â Jayâs words seemed to instantly bring a frown upon Heeseungâs face.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Heeseungâs tone sharply switched up in an almost defensive manner.
Jay, feeling this shift, nervously cleared his throat as he stammered, trying his best not to offend his already sensitive friend regarding an even more fragile situation. âI mean, uh, well. You know���â
âWhat?â The grip he had on the seat of the golf cart seemed to get tighter as he waited for his friend to elaborate.
âDude, you can't be serious? You know Karinaâs been trying to ride your dick for the past, what, give or take ten years? I mean, we all know that sheâs never had a good relationship with Y/N, and Iâm pretty sure most of that resentment stemmed from the fact that youâve always been head over heels for Y/N.â Jay slowly parked the cart and turned off the engine as he explained.
Still not understanding Jayâs point, Heeseung furrowed his brows, shooting his friend another annoyed look before getting out of the golf cart. âWhat are you trying to get at?â
âJesus fucking Christ, youâre dense. I mean, the last couple of months before Y/N cheated on you was the closest you seemed to have gotten with Karina because of that final project that you guys had or whatever. I mean, you were with her more times than you were with your own girlfriend, and knowing Karina, she seems like she could be delusional enough to have maybe taken that as a sign that you were interested in her? I mean, this is all speculation, but Iâm just letting you know what we all saw.â
Jay cautiously treaded this topic. Heeseung was his best friend since they were babies, and he would always be on his side, but Karina was never anyoneâs favorite with her extremely polarizing personality. He had no allegiance towards her, not to mention that she wasnât actually even in their friend group and always only ever found lingering around wherever Heeseung was, so it was much easier for Jay to actually see through her. In fact, it seemed that all of their friends could pretty much catch on to Karinaâs end goal except Heeseung.
âSo you think itâs my fault that Y/N cheated on me?â The air got tense as Heeseung snapped at Jay while snatching his 7-iron out of the bag. âJust because I spent some time doing a stupid fucking school project with Karina doesnât mean it gives her reason to go and suck off one of my best friends.â
Jay shook his head even before Heeseung was done with his sentence. Heeseung seemed to not be getting the point. âFuck no, dude, thatâs not what Iâm saying. Karina has an incentive: you. If she gets rid of Y/N, then it means youâre up for grabs. Of course, Karina didnât force Y/N to get on her knees for Sim, but she was the first one to come running, telling us what happened even before Beomgyu sent that video.â Heeseung was trying hard to focus on trying to get his ball on the green as he geared up to swing while listening to Jay.
âSo you donât think she shouldâve warned me of what she heard?â He swung precisely, but it seemed that this whole course, to be precise, wasnât going easy on him. Heâd be lucky to get even a double bogey on the par-4.
Jay slightly grimaced at Heeseungâs shot. âNo, itâs not that,â he let out a sigh as he walked over to Heeseung. âLook, youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I know the past few months have been fucking hard because of what Y/N put you through, and I just want you to be careful. Karinaâs always been kind of a conniving, spoiled bitch who finds a way to get what she wants. Just because sheâs been warming your bed every night since Y/N fell off the fucking Earth doesnât mean she should be someone you start trusting.â
There was nothing he could say back to his friendâs words and it seemed that what Jay had said clung on deep to Heeseung's thoughts throughout the day, casting a lingering shadow and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mind.
A small bead of sweat trickled down your back as the sun's relentless heat beat down on you. You took a small sip from your now lukewarm glass of champagne, its warmth doing little to refresh you. Today felt even hotter than previous years, and once again, you found yourself questioning why your mother insisted on hosting her most important event during the hottest month of the year.
Your cheeks were hurting from all the forced smiles youâd already given to family friends and important figures in your motherâs business circle. This garden party was always about promoting her upcoming collection and ensuring the continued support, financial and otherwise (not that she needed any more money), of both new and old acquaintances and partners. So, as always, it was no surprise that you were dressed head to toe in unveiled pieces from your motherâs upcoming collection. While no one could deny her incredible eye for fashion and the breathtaking quality of her creations, the white-tiered tulle dress with its plunging neckline felt entirely too inappropriate for a garden party and was getting on your last nerve. You stood out like a peacockâa testament to your motherâs outstanding handiworkâbut you weren't a fan of the attention it drew.
âI need to get out of this fucking dress,â you muttered through gritted teeth, your annoyance palpable.Â
Jake chuckled softly beside you. âI can think of a few ways to get you out of that.âÂ
You shot him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed by his insinuation. âDonât say shit like that, especially around everyone. Itâs not funny.â
âWhat? No one's around to hear, and even if they did, it wouldnât matter. Everyone already thinks weâre fucking, and to be fair, theyâre not that off.â He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
Without hesitation, you elbowed him hard in the ribs, your face growing even more pissed off. âThatâs not funny, Jake. Seriously, shut up. It happened only a couple of times and thatâs it. If anyone hears that, theyâre actually going to think I cheated on Heeseung with you.âÂ
Your pretty face sported a cold, serious expression, leaving no doubt about how much this mattered to you.
âHoney, I told you, they already think you cheated on Heeseung with me, so this isnât going to change anything. Besides, you know damn well it wasnât just a couple of times,â Jake rolled his eyes at your dramatics.
âYeah, well, the difference is that every time I slept with you was when I wasnât dating him, so I didnât actually cheat. Youâre just making everything worse by making it seem like youâre confirming what they already assume.â Your irritation was through the roof, and the heat was doing nothing to quell your annoyance.
Before Jake could say anything else, your motherâs saccharine voice filled the space. For once, you were grateful for her impeccable timing. âOh, darling, Iâve been looking everywhere for you!â
The eventâs dress code was always an all-white affair, but even then, your mother seemed to shine brighter than any of the guests. You were almost taken aback when you fully turned to face her. âHey, Mom.â
You flashed her a tight smile, but she barely spared you a glance, her attention focused entirely on the figure next to you. Jake seemed to stiffen under your motherâs gaze. âHello, Jake. You seem to be enjoying yourself,â she said, giving his attire a quick once-over and humming in approval. âYou look quite nice. Brioni, Iâm assuming?â
âYes, as usual, the event is beautiful Mrs. L/N. Youâve definitely outdone yourself,â he nervously chuckled. Despite his attempts at flattery, your motherâs cold gaze remained fixed on him. âAnd youâre right, it is a custom piece from Brioni.â
âUnsurprising, seeing that your father is rarely seen in anything else. Perhaps you could enlighten him to broaden his wardrobe, and maybe we can see about getting you a custom piece of mine. I have no doubt the materials I use are incomparable to much of whatâs in your wardrobe already. Though, Iâm sure you already know that, since it seems much of your time these days is spent taking my beautiful pieces off my daughter.â
âMom!â You gasped loudly, your eyes widening in disbelief at her bold statement. Your mother was never one to hold back her words, but this was beyond her usual antics. Next to you, Jake stiffened even more, nervously trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, Mrs. Y/LN, I can assure you that whatever you think is happening between me and your daughter is not actually true," Jake stammered, his voice strained with tension.
Your mother clicked her tongue in annoyance, obviously not buying his claims. "Well, the conversation I overheard the two of you having before I came seemed to say something different."
âMom, can we not do this here?â You darted your eyes around, making sure that no one else was catching on to what was happening.
âWell, darling, I would usually never impose myself like this in your personal relationships, but it seems like the two of you have brought not only our families into this but now also my business as collateral just for the sake of some mindless fucking.â
You had never heard your mother speak with such scandalous vocabulary before. Seeing her like this was beyond unsettling and left you utterly speechless. Â
âMaâam, I assure you that the rumors about our infidelity are not true at all. Itâs been a huge misunderstanding thatâ"
"Jake, I've always held you in high regard, ever since you were a baby raised alongside my daughter. You've grown into a very smart and handsome young man, one your parents should be proud of. Out of respect for your mother, who you know is one of my closest and longest friends, I've tried to overlook what's been happening over the past few months. However, overhearing the two of you brazenly talking about your sexcapades in public, especially during one of the most important events of my year, is something I simply cannot ignore. This has not only strained my relationship with one of my closest business partners, but it has also jeopardized our families' standing. If anyone else had overheard, I canât even begin to think how much worse the already damaging rumors would become."
âMom seriously can you stop this,â you were furious that she would decide to do this here of all places. âThis is fucking ridiculous and you know damn well that none of those stupid rumors are true. We can talk about this later, please.â
"I believe I'm entitled to speak as I please, especially considering this is my event," she retorted sharply. "Your father and I were generous enough to allow you to spend your entire summer break away without expecting you to address this mess you've created for us. I had hoped for better judgment from you. Instead, you and Jake decided to further exacerbate this situation by turning this trip into some sort of romantic getaway. I sure hope you were at least being smart and careful. The only thing that would make this situation worse is if you were to become pregnant. Who knows, you might even be pregnant right now. It wouldnât even surprise me seeing as though that seems to be the only thing the two of you were doing in Monaco.âÂ
Jake was a stuttering mess, his face flushed with embarrassment at the accusation. "Mrs. Y/LN, I swear that's not true," he managed to stammer out.
Before he could say anything else, your mother cut him off again. "I'm not so sure I can trust you on that. How can you be so sure that you didn't knock up my daughter?"
You were seething with anger at your mother's behavior, ready to intervene when suddenly a figure caught your eye.Â
Heeseung's fist connected with Jake's jaw before you even had a chance to react. The punch caught Jake off guard, and as he tried to recover, Heeseung landed another swift blow to his face.Â
"You got her pregnant?" Heeseung's voice was filled with anger as he launched himself at Jake, who was still reeling from the first two punches.
âWhat the fuck!â Jake groaned, struggling to fend off Heeseung's relentless assault.
Beside you, your mother was in a panic, shouting for security as everyone's attention turned to the commotion that erupted in front of you.
Before you could step in, Jay appeared out of nowhere, desperately trying to pull his friend away from their former friend.
"Heeseung, stop!" you screamed, rushing to Jay's aid.
But Heeseung was relentless, disregarding his surroundings entirely. All sense of decorum was abandoned as he straddled Jake, who was attempting to dodge Heeseung's blows while pushing him away.
From the other side, Sunghoon came running over to help pull Heeseung off of Jake. "Jesus Christ, Heeseung, get off him!"
After a couple of seconds of struggle, the three of you were finally able to pull Heeseung off of Jake, though he continued to struggle in attempts to break free. Security, called by your mother, arrived and joined in to help restrain the enraged boy.
Jake laid on the grass, his previously pristine custom white suit dirtied with splatters of blood and dirt from rolling around. Heeseung didn't look much better, his own suit now stained with blood, evidence of the fight. Despite being at a disadvantage, Jake had managed to land a few good punches, evidenced by the blood dripping from Heeseungâs nose. It was a chaotic scene, with whispers and murmurs from the other guests confirming their attention on the altercation. You could sense your mother's fury, even without seeing her directly.
"What the hell is this?" A gruff voice angrily interrogated.
Heeseungâs father had never been an easy person to be around, so you couldnât even imagine how angry he currently was at his sonâs behavior.
However, Heeseung seemed not to hear his father, his eyes staying trained on Jake, who was getting up with Sunghoon's help.
âOh my, Liz, I am so sorry. Iâm appalled; I genuinely am. I'm so embarrassed. I donât know what came over him.â Heeseungâs mom quickly ran over to where your mother stood with fury and attempted to sincerely apologize.
âWe are leaving.â Heeseungâs dad yanked his son from the securityâs grip and started to drag him away, but not before also turning towards your mom with a stern look. âYes, we apologize for our sonâs behavior. We hope it didnât ruin this beautiful event, and we will be excusing ourselves. Thank you for having us.â
You were still in shock with everything, and it seemed that everyone else was too, as no one moved and stood in silence, taking in everything that had happened. There was no way this just happened.
To say the last couple of days had been hell for you would be an understatement. Honestly, it felt even worse than the days following your breakup with Heeseung, when you could at least pack your bags and leave the country. But this time, with school starting in a week, that luxury would unfortunately not be granted to you a second time. Your parents were adamant that you face the mess head-on and frankly you found yourself wishing that you never returned from Monaco.
To make matters worse, Ryujin still wasnât back. While she called every day, you still felt alone, especially since you hadnât talked to Jake since your momâs party. Rumors about your supposed pregnancy were rampant, further emphasizing your alleged infidelity, and you figured it was best to get some space from Jake until the rumors died down.
With nothing to do, you found yourself doing things youâd never normally doâlike wandering down the chip aisle, looking for something to make you feel better about your situation.
âNo, Ryujin, you donât get it,â you huffed into the phone, frustration evident in your voice as you searched desperately for anything that sounded good. âIâve gotten DMs from random people Iâve barely spoken to, asking if Iâm actually pregnant and how far along I am. Iâm so fucking sick of this.â
âOh babe, Iâm so sorry. This sucks so bad. Itâs literally so fucking absurd and Heeseung was so stupid for this like I still canât believe he did that. Donât worry though, Iâll be there soon so just hold on,â Ryujin sounded sincere as the sound of waves echoed in the background. You envied your friend, who was probably at the beach right now, getting a nice tan with her hot beau, and not miserably suffering in this stupid predicament like you were.
âUgh, I canât wait until youâre here. Iâm like seriously going through it and I just hope itâll die down once school starts, but I doubt it becauseââ
âY/N?âÂ
You were abruptly cut off by a shrill voice. Even before you turned your head to face them, you knew exactly who it was and found yourself unable to hold back an exasperated groan. âFuck, Iâll call you later, Ryujin.â
Karina had always been one of the most beautiful girls you knew, even from a young age and you couldnât deny that she looked stunning now, even under the horrendously yellow dim lights of the grocery store. But, like always, she had a knack for bringing out a grimace on your face, which you sported as you turned to face her.
âOh my God, no way! I thought it was you earlier but I was like, no way is The Y/N out shopping for groceries. But honestly, who else could it be? I mean, youâre unmistakable.â Karina held a shopping basket in one hand that barely had anything in it. She was dressed like she was about to attend a charity gala, a stark contrast to your Lululemon shorts and an old shirt from Heeseungâs closet.
âHey, Karina,â was all you could let out before she animatedly started speaking again, not giving you a second to talk.Â
"It's been so long! I mean, how long has it been since we last saw each other? You didnât even say goodbye to any of us and just left but you look great, especially consideringâoh, and congrats! Honestly, I was actually worried it would be awkward between us, but once I heard the news, all my worries disappeared. You and Jake seem so happy together, and you have no idea how thrilled I was when I heard that you guys are about to start a family. Itâs so cute and I now know that there's no reason for me to worry about you getting mad about me and Heeseung. Although I was a little surprised your boyfriend attacked mine like that, but Iâm sure it was just a misunderstanding.âÂ
Karina spoke without pausing, giving you no time to digest her words and she didnât seem to notice your growing annoyance as she continued to babble with that smug look on her face.
âWait hold on, you and Heeseung are dating?â There was no way you heard her right.
But it seemed that you did as she nodded with a bright smile on her face. âYeah itâs still kind of new only a couple of months but itâs been amazing. I mean Iâm sure you know just as well that heâs like literally the best.â Her voice slowly drowned out as you took everything in. A couple of months ago was literally when you left for Monaco so it meant that Heeseung didnât waste any time to make Karina his girlfriend.Â
âWhat the fuck, Karina?â You didnât hold back, making sure she knew you were beyond enraged at this new revelation.
Her face held a surprised expression as you cut her off abruptly. âIâm sorry, but what do you mean?â
You rolled your eyes. You knew she understood exactly what you were talking about, and it infuriated you that she was pretending otherwise. You knew Karina too well; she was reveling in the fact that she currently had something you didnât for the first time in her life.
âDrop the act, Karina. I donât have time for this shit. We both know exactly what youâre trying to do, and itâs pathetic. You and your friends can call me a slut for supposedly cheating on Heeseung, but itâs rich coming from you when you and Heeseung literally did the same thing. Not to mention the fact that you two didnât even wait a decent amount of time before getting together after he and I broke up. So honestly, I hope youâre both happy and sincerely, fuck you both.âÂ
You didn't bother to stick around to hear whatever else she had to say. As you turned and walked away, you felt your eyes welling up with tears. You thought you were over Heeseung, but clearly, that wasnât the case. The revelation of his new relationship pulled at your heartstrings, making you wonder if you ever really mattered to him the way he did to you. Nothing hurt more than realizing that the two year-long relationship you cherished above all else might have been a joke to him.
âRyujin, I really donât think Iâm up for going out,â you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. Ryujin, on the other side of the room, was finishing her makeup at the vanity.
âNo way, I told you, youâre not staying holed up moping around because of Heeseung again. You already did that in Monaco, and Iâm not letting you waste any more time on that asshole. Youâre coming out with us, and you are going to have an amazing night.â
Ryujin had finally come back the day before, and while having her by your side made you feel better, you couldnât stop thinking about your ex.
âI seriously doubt one night of drinking and partying will make Heeseung disappear from my thoughts,â you muttered, rolling your eyes. You knew Ryujin would end up dragging you out, but that didnât mean you couldnât complain the whole time.
âI think youâre underestimating the power of a good night out. Who knows, maybe youâll find some hottie to get your mind off everything,â Ryujin shrugged while spritzing perfume. âMaybe you should go looking for Jake.â
You shook your head at her. âJakeâs not going to help.â
âWell actually, from what I remember I think Jake helped a good bit with speeding up the process of you getting over moping about Heeseung a couple of months ago so whoâs to say that it wonât work this time?âÂ
âI am not sleeping with Jake again. That would literally make everything like so much worse. Everyone already thinks Iâm pregnant with his kid. I donât need more things to fuel that rumor.â
Ryujin wasnât wrong about your summer situationship with Jake helping to distract you, but continuing it back here would only add fuel to the fire. Not to mention, your relationship with Jake was purely platonic with some sexual attraction. That was all it ever was even back in high school, and you had both talked at length about how neither of you saw a relationship beyond friendship. So even if you went to him looking for something more, Jake ultimately wouldnât be able to give you what you wanted.
âWell then thereâs other people! What about-â You cut her off abruptly.
You cut her off abruptly. âRyujin, I know youâre just trying to help, and I really do appreciate it, but I just think sleeping with other people isnât going to solve anything. I just want to lay low this semester and focus on school. I donât want to be wrapped up in more drama.â Done with the conversation, you grabbed your purse, suddenly more eager to get to the party if it meant changing the subject.
âReady to go?â you asked, and just like that, her eyes lit up and a wide, giddy smile spread across her face as she eagerly followed you out.
The Uber ride was short, and before you knew it, you had arrived. Hyunjin was known for throwing the best parties, and tonight was no exception. The massive manor, which you were all too familiar with, was already buzzing with more people than you imagined his parents would ever find acceptable.
âHey, there you guys are!â Ryujinâs close friend Yujin, who you were also friendly with, excitedly ran over to greet you both. She had been studying abroad for 6 months and you hadnât seen her since so you were even more elated to see her.Â
âHey, Yujin! Itâs been a while! You and Sunoo looked like you were having the time of your lives in Italy.â You greeted her warmly, following her inside as she led you to where all the drinks were.
âOh yeah, it was beyond amazing, but Iâm sure nothing compares to Monaco. God, I havenât been there in ages.â She poured out shots and passed them to you and Ryujin. Without hesitation, the three of you knocked them back, grimacing slightly at the aftertaste.
âFuck, I already miss it. It took like an hour to say goodbye to Louis, and I was so upset for the first 30 minutes of the plane ride. But the good thing about summer flings is that after the goodbyes, there's nothing left to hold onto, so itâs easy to get over.â Ryujin poured another shot for both of you while Yujin reached for a can of Ranch Water.
âI literally thought they were going to try something serious since she was with him all summer. Half the time, I couldnât even find her because she and Louis were off somewhere, but I guess he really was just a summer fling.â You nudged your friend as Yujin let out an amused giggle.
âI bet! Those pics on your most recent Insta post, man, they were hot. What about you, Y/N? Any European hotties catch your eye?â Yujin wiggled her brows, and you rolled your eyes while reaching behind her for a can of Ranch Water.
âMore like an Australian hottie,â Ryujin teased, and you instantly elbowed her.
âJesus Christ, Ryujin, seriously shut up.â You shot her an annoyed look.
Yujin, however, seemed to find amusement in Ryujinâs remark as she gave you a wide-eyed look while giggling. âNo way, so itâs true then?â
âFuck no. I mean yeah, we hooked up, but I swear to God Iâm not pregnant.â You shook your head vehemently.
You saw Yujin open her mouth, but Ryujin beat her to it, grabbing your arm. âDonât turn around.â
Your brows furrowed at her panicked actions, and you started to turn your head, but she quickly stopped you. âWhat? What happened?â
âFuck, Heeseungâs here,â Yujin answered, her eyes darting around past your head. âHeâs over there near the pool table. Donât turn around.â
You stood still, heart racing, as you listened to your friends' directions. You saw Ryujin's expression shift from panic to a scowl.
âAnd he brought Karina. Sheâs stuck on him like a fucking leech,â Ryujin sneered. Even before the summer, Ryujin had always been Karinaâs number one hater, so her reaction was no surprise.
Quickly, you decided it would be best to leave the area, and the girls seemed to think the same as the three of you started to move. But before you could take a step out of the kitchen, a booming voice caught your attention.
âY/N!â Sunghoonâs voice echoed through the music, loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. You stiffened as you realized your presence was now exposed to everyone.
âFuck, itâs been a long time!â He approached with a massive smile and, before you could even respond, engulfed you in a tight hug. Behind him, you spotted Jake trailing close by, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Hey, Sunghoon," you greeted him back, debating whether to reciprocate the hug he wasn't letting go of.
"Okay, buddy, that's enough," Jake intervened, yanking his friend back.
"Oh, princess, you got even prettier while you were away! If that's even possible, but damn, you look amazing," Sunghoon's red, dopey eyes hinted at his intoxicated state.
"He's crossed," Jake confirmed, as if reading your mind.
"Oh God, why did you let him do that again?" Ryujin scolded Jake, delivering a disapproving look along with a smack on his arm.
"What the fuck! I'm not his babysitter," Jake retorted, shooting Ryujin a pointed look.
"Well, he is your best friend," you shrugged.
"I'm totally fine, you guys worry too much," Sunghoon shot everyone a smile before reaching for the drink in your hand, which you quickly pulled away.
"Yeah, Sunghoon, maybe lay off the drinking and smoking for now. I think I still have the video from the last time you got crossed," Yujin remarked, raising a skeptical brow at his current state. The mention of the video drew snorts of amusement from everyone except Sunghoon.
Instead, Sunghoon's eyes widened at her words, shaking his head vigorously. "I swear that wonât happen tonight."
"Well, it might if you keep this up," Ryujin added, recalling the infamous incident the last time Sunghoon was in this state. It involved projectile vomiting on a girl followed by passing out on her, effectively ruining any chance he might have had with her.
"Whatever," Sunghoon rolled his eyes, turning away, but before he could even take a step, he turned right back around (unsteadily with Jake stepping in to steady him), and blurted out, "Heeseung's here."
You could hear Jake cursing under his breath at Sunghoonâs words, while Ryujin nodded.
"Yeah, we were trying to sneak out of the kitchen before they noticed us, and then you had to go and yell Y/Nâs name," Ryujin added.
"Oh," Sunghoon sheepishly nodded. "My bad."
"Does he have to fucking bring her everywhere?" Jake muttered, casting another glance towards where Heeseung and Karina were.
"You know, I even heard Jayâs getting sick of her tagging along everywhere."
"Whereâd you hear that?" You shot Sunghoon a suspicious look.
âGaeul.â
"She still hangs out with them?" Ryujin scoffed, clearly annoyed.
"She claims to be the neutral party between us."
âSo sheâs still being a fucking dumbass?â Ryujin shot back, clearly unimpressed with their friendâs stance.
"Well, she still reports everything back to us, so it's not all bad," Jake tried to reason, but Ryujin wasn't buying it.
From next to you, Yujin chuckled. "Your friend group is so fucking messy, thank God I'm not involved. I'm going to find Hyunjin for some weed. Good luck sorting out your drama." She shot you a wink before briskly walking away before anyone could respond.
"Are we really that messy?" Sunghoon asked innocently, but before anyone could answer, he vomited everywhere.
You were cursing under your breath as you tried to wash the puke out of your shorts, fuming at Park Sunghoon. Thankfully, they were black, so staining wasn't an issue, but standing in your underwear in a house party bathroom, scrubbing your pants instead of enjoying the night, was infuriating. Even if you managed to clean them, you'd be stuck wearing damp pants for the rest of the night.
As you wrung out the fabric, desperate to dry them as much as possible, the bathroom door suddenly swung open.
âOh! Sorryâ Y/N?â Heeseungâs eyes widened in surprise when he realized not only that someone was already in the bathroom but that it was you.
In your haste to escape Sunghoon's vomit, you must have forgotten to lock the door. Naturally, Heeseung had to be the one to barge in.
The two of you stood there awkwardly, each taking in the other's appearance. It was technically your first real encounter since your return, discounting the brief moment at your mother's garden party before Heeseung was promptly escorted away by his parents.
He looked way too good, enough to stir butterflies in your stomach. It was unsettling how Heeseung could still have this effect on you after everything that had happened.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted cautiously, breaking the silence. The tension in the room was palpable.
"Hey, Heeseung," you replied, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness.
"Sunghoon was right," he blurted out abruptly, his words coming out in a rush before he could stop himself.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What?"
"I-I mean, he said... that you look even prettier now," Heeseung stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I mean, not that you weren't pretty before, but, um... yeah."Â
Your cheeks warmed at his unexpected compliment. This wasn't how you had imagined your first conversation with him after coming back would go.Â
"Uh, thanks."
A few more uncomfortable seconds ticked by before Heeseung finally seemed to notice your state. "Uh, what are you doing?"
You had completely forgotten about your current attireâjust in your underwear, a lacy black thong that had driven Heeseung wild a few months ago.
"Oh, Sunghoon threw up on me after getting crossed," you explained, shaking your head in annoyance as you returned to wringing out your shorts.
"Again? Fuck, he really needs to learn not to do that. If he had a nickel for every time he puked on a pretty girl while he was crossed, he'd have two," Heeseung remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. There was no way you were actually laughing at your cheating exâs jokes.Â
Heeseung seemed to relax a bit upon hearing your giggles, joining in with a laugh of his own.
"Here, let me help. There's probably a dryer around here somewhere," he offered, finally deciding to step into the bathroom as he closed the door behind him. He bent down, rifling through a couple of cabinets until he found what he was looking for.
"Fuck, I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier," you muttered, taking the dryer from him and plugging it in before switching it on.
He reached over to hold your shorts for you while you dried them. After a few minutes, you turned off the dryer, confident your shorts were dry enough by now. "Thanks," you said, taking them from him.
As you looked up at him, you suddenly became aware of the closeness between the two of you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his.
Fuck he was hot.
You could feel the all-too-familiar warmth spreading throughout your body as the two of you held each other's gaze, neither daring to look away. Slowly, almost as if guided by muscle memory, you inched your faces closer until you could feel his breath on your lips, poised to kiss him. But a small voice in your head stopped you before you could fully lean in.
âWait.âÂ
Heeseung instantly pulled back. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"No, no it's not that. I canât do that to Karina," you hurriedly explained, shaking your head. Tears threatened to spill over as the pain of Heeseung's past betrayal resurfaced. Despite any animosity toward Karina, you couldn't bring yourself to inflict that same hurt on anyone else.
"What?" Heeseung furrowed his brows, confusion etched across his face as he looked at you.
"Heeseung, you can't just fucking cheat on her after you cheated on me with her!" You shot him an incredulous look, unable to believe how close he had come to infidelity once again.
His head shook vehemently, confusion clouding his eyes. "What do you mean? If anything, you're the one who's cheating!"
"Jesus Christ, for the last fucking time, I'm not dating Jake!" You yelled in frustration.
âAnd Iâm not dating Karina!â
The two of you stared at each other, mutual confusion now evident, leaving you both speechless.
âWhat?âÂ
"Yeah, I'm not dating her! And what do you mean you're not dating Jake?" Heeseung shot back, equally bewildered.
"I literally saw her a couple of days ago, and she told me the two of you had been dating for a couple of months," you said, watching Heeseung shake his head in disbelief.
"What the fuck! She's fucking lying, we are not dating, let alone have been dating. That fucking bitch, literally what the fuck," Heeseung was beyond pissed.
You scoffed, equally heated. "Karina was literally rubbing it in my face about how happy you two were. And for your information, I have never dated Jake."
"What the fuck, Y/N? I fucking punched him!" Heeseung felt like he was going insane. Everything he had believed for the past few months was suddenly a lie.
You rolled your eyes at his outburst. "Yeah, I fucking know. I was there, if you remember! He still has a fucking split lip because of you, and my mom's still beyond mad about it."
You had to be lying, Heeseung couldnât believe your words. âThereâs no fucking way.â
âYeah you fucking dumbass, you beat him up for nothing.âÂ
âWait, wait, wait no itâs still fucking justified! He was one of my best friends who went on and fucking slept with my girlfriend!â There was no way the two of you were actually having this conversation at a raging party after not seeing each other for three months.
"No, he didn't! Or at least not while we were dating, and I'm also not fucking pregnant!" Your voice echoed in the cramped bathroom. You were still intoxicated and could feel a headache coming on.Â
"Fuck you! Literally, everyone saw you two that night," Heeseung retorted sharply, but before he could continue, it seemed he fully absorbed your words, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "So you have been fucking Jake!"
"Yeah, but only after we broke up, not before! And you can't be acting all innocent when you've literally been with Karina!" You were annoyed by his accusatory tone. He was such a fucking hypocrite.
"Okay, but I didn't blatantly sleep with her at a party while we were still together like you didâ"
You cut him off by smashing your lips against his, needing to silence him in any way possible. You couldn't stand another moment of arguing about this.
You could feel Heeseung freeze for a second, taken aback by your action, but he quickly recovered as you could feel his lips move against yours.Â
There was nothing romantic about the kiss as the two of you hungrily pushed back against each other, fighting for dominance. Teeth clashed against each other as your tongues battled back and forth and you could barely breathe, but it seemed that neither of you considered stopping anytime soon.Â
His hands quickly found themselves ripping your top off you as yours went straight down to undo his pants and push them down. You finally pulled away from the kiss to spit on your hand before going straight back into his lips. Not a second was spared to think about your actions as you didnât hesitate to stick your hand down his underwear. He was already half-hard and you quickly wrapped your hand around his length, inciting a groan out of him.Â
While one hand worked on pushing down his underwear the other worked on pumping him. Heeseung was in almost the same state as one of his hands was found groping at your boobs, playing with your nipple, while the other also attempted to pull your underwear down.
As soon as your thong reached mid-thigh, Heeseung quickly broke the kiss to turn you around and roughly push you down against the bathroom counter. You jolted at the cold counter pressing against your already sensitive nipples but Heeseung pushed down hard on your back so you couldnât lift yourself up. You looked helpless in the mirror and without warning you felt his dick plunging deep inside of you.
You gasped at the intrusion. Sharp pain erupted within you as tears welled in your eyes and you could do nothing except tightly squeeze them shut while your hands desperately attempted to grab at anything to hold on to. Heeseung had started to fuck you without even giving you a second to adjust and your cries filled the bathroom.Â
You hadnât been fucked like this in so long and sure Jake was a freak in bed with a big dick but he had never considered fucking you before making sure you were prepped. No, this was Heeseungâs specialty. He fucking loved it and you couldnât help but also find yourself loving the pain that came with his pleasure.Â
âFucking slut, look at yourself,â Heeseung growled in your ear before roughly grabbing your hair and pulling it back, forcing you to face yourself in the mirror.Â
âPlease, Heeseung,â you could barely moan out.Â
His hand gripped your hip so tightly that he knew bruises from his fingers were sure to be left afterward and his eyes were crazed as he battered himself even harder against your cervix, giving you no respite.
âWhat? What else could you want, Iâm already fucking you. Greedy whore.â You felt yourself clench tighter around him as you heard his words. You were almost there as you could feel the tight coil just about ready to snap.
âOh fuck, Heeseung harder,â you screamed.Â
Heeseung did just as you asked and as if it was possible, you felt him force himself even deeper inside you at a faster pace. You knew he was battering deep at your cervix, but you were too focused on chasing your orgasm that you couldnât even care for the dull aching pain. His hand in your hair pushed your head against the mirror and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from drooling and fogging up the mirror. His animalistic grunts filled your ear and the grip in your hair got tighter.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You screamed out as the coil snapped and you felt yourself reaching your ultimate high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you slumped against the mirror, having no strength to hold yourself up.
Heeseung was also close as you felt his cock twitch inside you and before you knew it, warm spurts of cum painted inside of you as you felt him thrust a couple of more times while he panted. He came so much that you could even feel some drip down the inside of your thighs.
âFuck,â he breathed out as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you and land on the bathroom floor.Â
You were still slumped against the mirror, attempting to catch your breath and process what had just happened.
As your eyes connected with Heeseungâs through the mirror, a rush of emotions overwhelmed you. The weight of what the two of you had just done bore down on you, and shame began to smother you, making you feel like you were suffocating. You couldn't stay there with him a moment longer. Quickly, you dressed yourself, doing your best to ignore the aching pain between your legs. Heeseung looked confused by your sudden change, but before he could say anything, you were out the door, leaving him to dwell on the implications of your actions.
You honestly hadnât been listening to anything Ryujin had been saying for the past couple of minutes as she rambled on. Instead, you stared at the piece of salmon on your plate, analyzing each line that ran through the fish. If you didnât focus on this, your mind would start drifting back to what happened yesterday, and you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than think about that.
âHey, Y/N, are you even listening?â Ryujin raised her voice, trying to get your attention.
Snapping out of it, you finally took your eyes away from your dinner and looked up at her. âOh, sorry, I got distracted.â
âYeah, no shit. Iâve been talking to you, and you went catatonic or something. What is up with you?â She furrowed her brows at your unusual behavior.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you quickly responded, but you knew the second she put her utensils down that she wasnât buying it.
âDonât fucking try to lie to me. I can see through your bullshit. Whatâs wrong?â Her gaze was intense, analyzing you as if there would be an external sign explaining your strange behavior.
You sighed, debating whether to tell her exactly what had happened. Deciding against it, you realized that if you opened that can of worms, things would get even messier. âUhm, I donât know, I guess Iâm just still hungover.â
âYou didnât even drink that much yesterday, though,â she said, brows still furrowed. She had noticed you hadnât come out of your room all day and had to literally drag you out just to get dinner with her.
âAre you sick? You donât really look sick though.â
You shook your head, searching for anything to blame your odd behavior on. âUhm, I just think I bruised my cervix, and it just hurts.â
Her eyes instantly widened, and you could see her holding back a grin. âOh my fucking God, you slut. You had me thinking something actually bad had happened! When did you and Sim even run off to fuck?â
You sighed in relief, glad that she was distracted by the news you had just dropped on her. She didnât notice the lingering look in your eyes that indicated there was actually something deeper driving you mad.
âUh, quickie in the bathroom. I donât know, you were probably too drunk to notice.â
She hummed while nodding. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I donât really remember much after Sunghoon puked everywhere. But fuck, a bruised cervix from a quickie is insane. Oh, Yujin is going to love this.â
âYeah, itâs a fucking bitch. I feel like Iâm sitting on a knife or something,â you said. You werenât lying about this partâyou were sure Heeseung had actually bruised your cervix with how hard he fucked you last nightâbut you were fine letting her think you had slept with Jake instead.
âOh, my poor baby. No wonder youâve been in bed all day. Letâs just get this boxed up and head back to the apartment. Geez, Iâm gonna have to have a talk with Jake later.â You flashed her a smile, nodding at her suggestion, glad that this not only got her off your back but also got you out of having to stay another thirty minutes at this restaurant.
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:Â
if anyone asks we fucked last night kk?
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
wtf
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
no questions plsÂ
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
fuck that whatâd u do đ¤¨
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
none of your business go back to playing        roblox with riki or something đ
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
THAT WAS ONE TIME
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
fuck you
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
tell me!!!!! you made it my business when you dragged my dick into whatever it is so i deserve to know đ¤
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
i bruised my cervix
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
HUH
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
NO IâM NOT TAKING THE BLAME FOR THAT??
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
everyoneâs gonna think you have a big dick
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
bet đââď¸Â
The rest of the weekend passed without Ryujin or anyone else probing into your life, and you couldnât have been happier. There were so many moments where you debated whether or not you should reach out to Heeseung, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Besides, you had blocked him on everything, and you were sure he had done the same, so there would be no point in trying.
Distracted by thoughts of Heeseung, it had completely slipped from your mind that school was starting back on Monday. Last night (thanks to Ryujin of course), you hurriedly packed your school bag and made sure you had everything for the first day.
And while you usually enjoyed school, just from today, you already felt overwhelmed. It seemed that all your professors had decided to assign work and readings for the next class. You were already swamped with assignments, feeling the weight of the semester ahead.
âOkay, but donât you think I at least deserve to know who you slept with?â Jake's voice cut through your thoughts as you walked through the library shelves, searching for a book your professor had assigned out of nowhere that wasnât even mentioned in the syllabus. You had been barely listening to his yapping as most of your focus was on finding the book.Â
âRyujin wonât stop talking my ear off about how I broke you and how you couldnât move all weekend. She thinks Iâm an ass and wonât stop scolding me like Iâm the one who did it! Iâm a gentlemanâIâd never bruise anyoneâs cervix without permission,â Jake said with an exasperated tone, trailing behind you.
âIâm pretty sure gentlemen, at least the ones i know donât beg on their knees for anal-â
He cut you off, his eyes widening. âAlright, alright! That was one time and I was drunk. Jesus, woman! And donât act like you didnât let me do itâyou were perfectly fine with it. Either way, I still feel like I should know who the fella is.â
âPlease donât say fella, itâs such a turn-off.â You scrunched your face at his choice of vocabulary, shaking your head before turning back to search for your book.
âOkay, fine, whatever. I just want to know who Iâm protecting from Ryujinâs annoying ass, and honestly, I think Sunghoon overheard her, so now we can assume the whole school knows.â It was well-known that once any news hit Sunghoon, it spread through the school like wildfire. He had a bit of a loose lip and an affinity for gossip, making him the schoolâs personal Deuxmoi, but with none of the anonymity (maybe Perez Hilton was a better comparison).
âIâm serious, Jake, you donât want to know. Just leave it. You owe me anyway.â By now, you were growing increasingly irritated with Jakeâs relentless probing and the fact that you still couldnât find the damn book.
He shot you an incredulous look. âOwe you for what? Now youâre just making up debts that donât even exist!â
âAnal,â you replied without missing a beat, already smiling, knowing his reaction.
âOh my God, Y/N, fuck you literally! Geez, if someone had told me this was the price I had to pay for putting it in the ass once, I wouldnât have even touched it with a ten-foot pole,â Jake exclaimed, and you couldnât help but giggle. You loved to mess with Jake, especially because he was always so overly dramatic and had the best reactions.
âSeriously, Jake, you donât want to know. You did your job, so thanks, but please stop bothering me about this.â You flashed him an exaggerated smile and patted him on the head.
Jakeâs eyes widened, and he stopped in his tracks. âNo fucking way.â
âWhat?â You didnât like how he was staring at you.
âPlease donât tell me you slept with Heeseung.â The smile on your face instantly vanished as you froze at his words. How the fuck did he know?
âNo fucking way. You just slept with the enemy? Are you kidding me? Do you see this?â He gestured dramatically at his face. âThis is the aftermath of my survival from his wrath and proof that I fought valiantly for you. And you go ahead and sleep with him? Oh my God, and you made everyone think I fucked up your vagina when it was actually him? Holy shit, wait until Ryujin hears about this.â You quickly reached over and clamped your hand over his mouth, realizing how absurdly loud he was being in the library.
âShut the fuck up, youâre practically screaming! And what the fuck are you even talking about? Of course, I would never sleep with Heeseung.â You did your best to mask your surprise, hoping he wouldnât catch on.
Jake shook his head, scoffing in disbelief. âYouâre such a shit liar. The only other time I remember your cervix getting bruised was when Heeseung fucked you on that yacht last Christmas. Remember how you had a hard time sitting straight at Christmas dinner?â
Fuck, he got you there.
You sighed and reluctantly nodded, closing your eyes in frustration. âOkay, fine. But please donât tell Ryujin, Sunghoon, or anyone else. I already feel like shit about it, and my self-worth is in the gutter right now. Iâve been sick all weekend just thinking about it.â
âHe didnât force you or anything, right?â Jake's face shifted to one of genuine concern, his brows knitting together.
You shook your head. âNo, of course not. Itâs just that I regret it so much. I felt so gross afterward. It was just a really, really bad drunken mistake, and I donât want to talk about it. Seriously, thanks for covering for me. Youâre literally the best because I really donât want anyone to find out. I just want to forget about it.â
Jake studied you for a moment, clearly understanding how much this was affecting you. He nodded, reaching out to give you a comforting hug, which you gratefully returned while you let out a sigh. âYeah, donât worry. I wonât say anything. Just let me know if he tries anything else or if you need anything.â
The hug was comforting, a small balm for the turmoil of the weekend. You were relieved he didnât press further or make you feel worse about what happened. However, as you started to pull away, a familiar voice sliced through the air, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. Jakeâs groan confirmed the arrival of the last person you wanted to see.
âIn the library is kinky, but what can I expect from the two of you? Always so classy,â Karinaâs smug tone cut through the air. You and Jake quickly broke from the hug, and you rolled your eyes as you faced her, already irritated by her presence.
âAre you stupid or like blind? Cause obviously if you werenât then youâd be able to clearly see we were just hugging you fucking dumbass,â Jake snapped back, his tone sharp. Normally, youâd find his sass amusing, but Karinaâs presence seemed to have sucked out any potential humor in the air.
âJesus, Jake, youâre such an ass,â Karina snapped back at him before turning her attention to you. âGet your dog on a leash, would you? Maybe you should have been more careful about who you chose to have a kid with. The anger issues are seriously concerning with this one, not to mention the aggression. Heard about what happened over the weekend.â
âKarina literally shut the fuck up. You know damn well Iâm not pregnant. Itâs not even funny anymore; youâre just dragging it out. Just fucking mind your own business,â you snapped, your anger bubbling over. You could see Jakeâs jaw clenched tight, his irritation matching your own.
âWell actually it kind of is my business 'cause Heeseung has been MIA all weekend, and I canât help but wonderâsince youâre such a slutâif you had something to do with it. The past few months since you two left were perfect, but the second you come back, everything seems to be fucked up. So tell me, what the hell happened at the party?â Karinaâs sneer was almost unbearable, and you fought the urge to slap her.
âMaybe he finally realized what a fucking bitch you are.âJakeâs voice was laced with disdain. If Ryujin was Karinaâs biggest hater, Jake wouldnât be far behind her. Even as kids he hated even having to sit at the same table as her so his hostility towards her was all too familiar for you.
Karina ignored him as her glare remained fixed on you. Her pretty face now twisted into a deep frown and you knew she was pissed. It was a stark contrast to the fake friendliness sheâd shown you just a week ago at the grocery store.
âI didnât fucking do anything, and I donât want anything to do with him, so fuck off. Seriously. Maybe Jakeâs rightâhe finally realized how much of a clingy piece of shit you are,â you shot back, frustration evident in your voice. You should have known that Karina would notice Heeseung missing from her side for a good portion of Friday night.
Karinaâs expression hardened as she took a step closer, unyielding. âYouâre such a shit liar. What did you do?â
âThis is bullshit. Letâs fucking go,â Jake said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Neither of you wanted to spend another second there.
âYou know he said I did it better than you, right?â Karinaâs taunt was intended to provoke, and it did just that. You froze, feeling her words hit hard despite knowing she was just trying to get under your skin.
âCâmon, letâs go. Donât fucking listen to her,â Jake urged, tugging you along again. As much as you tried to ignore her, her words had a lingering effect, and you hated that they got under your skin.
You didnât care that this was your last year in college; you were convinced that you needed to transfer anywhere far away from here. There was no way you could endure a whole year of torment from Heeseung and Karina. As if to cement this decision, today seemed determined to be the worst day of your life. The moment you arrived at your apartment, rage surged through you when you saw who was waiting for you in front of your door.
âIâm going to fucking call security,â you instantly snapped, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.
Heeseungâs eyes went wide as his hands reached out in front of him. âWait, wait, wait! Please, Y/N.â
You stared up at him, his eyes pleading with you to hear him out. Those bambi eyes always got to you, and this time was no different. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly put your phone down. âOkay, but I swear to God, if you try anythingââ
âI swear I wonât! I promise, I just really need to talk to you. Iâve tried texting you, but I think you blocked me,â Heeseung said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
âFine,â you muttered before walking past him, opening your apartment door, and stepping inside. You left the door open, signaling that he could come in, but he seemed hesitant, staring at the open door.
âAre you coming in or not?â
He blinked a couple of times, surprised that you were allowing him into your apartment, but he quickly followed you in and closed the door behind him. He hadnât been inside in so long that it felt almost surreal. Everything looked exactly the same, and he found himself realizing that he had kind of missed being here.
âWow, nothingâs changed,â Heeseung remarked, his tone revealing his surprise, especially as he noticed the photo of the two of you still on top of the kitchen counter.
You followed his gaze and felt heat rise to your face. You didnât really know why you hadnât taken it down. âUh, yeah, I mean, I also havenât been here for like three months, so I didnât really have time to change anything.â
Heeseung nodded, but as his eyes trailed back to you, he found himself staring, forgetting his words. You were as gorgeous as ever, but it seemed that the time away had only made him realize how even more beautiful you were.Â
âSo, what did you want to talk about?â The air between the two of you was awkward, just like at the party however, seeing him sober during the day gave you a much clearer look at him, and you wanted to fucking die. You hated that effect he had on you.Â
âOh, yeah, sorry, uh, I just wanted to check up on you. Friday was kind of intense, and you ran off before I could say anything, so I was worried. Iâm sorry for being so rough with you. I shouldnât have done that.â Heeseung had been beating himself up over how he had treated you, so much so that he hadnât talked to anyone all weekend despite his phone blowing up with messages from his friends.
âItâs fine. It was something we both wanted, and if anything, itâs on me. I kissed you first, so Iâm sorry for that.â
Heeseung shook his head. âNo, donât be sorry, seriously itâs okay, but uhm, I also just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasnât lying when I said I wasnât dating Karina. I swear Iâm not.â
Your brows furrowed as you recalled the incident in the library a couple of hours ago. âWell, does Karina know that?â
âWhat?âÂ
"She confronted me and Jake at the library, demanding to know what I did for you to ghost her all weekend." Heeseung frowned slightly at Jakeâs name, and his frown deepened as he listened to what Karina had done. "From what it looks like, she seems to believe that your relationship is much more than whatever youâre saying it is."
âWhat the fuck? I swear weâre not together. Iââ He stopped himself and sighed, realizing that to make you understand he was telling the truth, he had to tell you everything. âFuck, Iâ Uh, shit, weâve just been kind of hooking up, but I swear thatâs all.â
He looked almost embarrassed admitting the nature of his and Karinaâs relationship, and you could feel a part of your heart waver at what you heard. For him to admit out loud to you and confirm what you had thought was happening hurt despite you knowing that you didnât have a right as you two werenât together anymore.
âOh, uh, okay.â You nodded as you quickly turned around and opened the fridge. You pretended to look around as if you meant to open the fridge before reaching to get the Brita out for water. You knew that if you faced him, the tear welling up in your eyes would pour down your face.
Heeseung went into a near-panic as he saw your reaction. Having dated you for over two years and known you for your entire life, he could tell you were upset. He noticed your shoulders tensing as you kept your back to him, looking into the fridge.
âWait, wait, but I swear itâs nothing more than that, and I promise whatever happened between Karina and me is over. I donât have any feelings for herâI never did. She was just there after you left, and it just happened,â he rushed to explain. But his words only seemed to make you feel worse as he continued to ramble.
âWhy are you telling me this? You think this is going to make me want to get back with you?â You shook your head in annoyance, grabbing a glass from a cabinet and filling it with water from the Brita.
âNo! Iâm not trying to convince you of anything,â he said, now genuinely panicked. This was not how he intended the conversation to go.
âYou know what she said?âÂ
âHuh?â
âKarina, you know what she said?â He slowly shook his head, clearly confused by where you were going with this.
âShe said that you told her she did it better than I ever did,â you snapped, your anger evident as you stared him down.
His eyes widened in shock, and he scoffed in disbelief. âWhat the fuck! Iâve never said anything like that to her or to anyone, and itâs not fucking true.â
âWhat? So sheâs just lying to get under my skin?â You were fuming, frustration etched across your face. âKarinaâs a fucking bitch, but even she wouldnât just make something like that up. You mustâve hinted at something for her to believe it.â
âNo, no, no, I swear I havenât said or done anything remotely like what sheâs claiming. Sheâs a fucking liar,â Heeseung's anger flared as he defended himself, clearly outraged at Karinaâs audacity.
âWell, it still doesnât change the fact that you ran straight to her bed the second I was out of the countryâliterally one fucking day after we broke up!â You huffed, clearly pissed.
âOk well donât fucking act like you didnât do the exact same with Jake. What the hell, Y/N? It isnât my fault we broke up! You literally slept with one of my best friends!â Heeseung's frustration boiled over, clearly bewildered that you were still trying to act like you had no role in ending the relationship.
âIâve told you a million times that I didnât cheat on you with Jake! What more do I have to say for you to believe me?â You were fed up with defending yourself on this issue.
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âHonestly, arenât you tired of keeping all this up? Beomgyuâs video and Karina along with everyone else hearing about you two should be enough proof.â
âOh my fucking God! Jake went into the bathroom with me to help because I was puking my guts out. I drank way too much that night because I was so upset after seeing my fucking boyfriend cuddling with some other bitch all night! Youâre genuinely a complete moron if you think Beomgyu and Karina are reliable sources. Beomgyuâs been a fucking asshole to me since freshman year because heâs still bitter that I refused to sleep with him, and Karina has wanted to get with you for as long as I can remember. Seriously, I thought you had at least some common sense in you!â You were yelling so loudly that your throat was already starting to feel raw.
Heeseung shook his head in disbelief. He had no idea Beomgyu had even tried to make a move on you, and now that he thought about it, he realized there had always been tension between the two of you. While he knew about Karinaâs crush on him, he hadnât thought sheâd actually go as far as to lie about this. âOkay, well people still heard you two together.â
âFucking hell, Heeseung, it was a house party with a hundred people. You really think anyone could hear anything over the music? You know what, whateverâbelieve what you want. Thereâs no point in trying to convince you otherwise. Iâve been honest with you the whole time, and itâs been you whoâs been unwilling to listen. You dumped me without even considering my side, even though you were the one neglecting me during that last month before we broke up, spending all your time with Karina. Honestly, even if youâre telling the truth about not sleeping with her before we broke up, it doesnât change the fact that you emotionally cheated. The number of dates you forgot or canceled to be with her, and how many times I saw you two together on campus when you said you were just hanging out with the guys. Whatever. It doesnât matter anymore. Weâre not together. Just get out.â
Tears streamed down your face, and you didnât bother wiping them away. You wanted Heeseung to see the pain he had caused you.
Heeseung was at a loss for words as he saw the pain etched across your face. It broke his heart and he couldnât help but start to realize that maybe there was a chance you were telling the truth and that he might be to blame for everything. He felt his heart crumble. âY/NâŚâ
You sniffed and shook your head. âGet out, Heeseung. I never want to see you again.â
It had been a week since Heeseung had gone over to your apartment, and every day since, he had been determined to find a way to make it up to you. He knew what your last words to him were, but there was no way he was going to let you go that easily, especially now that he realized he was most likely the one in the wrong and that Karina was a fucking bitch. He had come to that solid conclusion five days prior when he finally decided it was time to confront her.
âOh my God, what the fuck? Seriously, where have you been? What happened? You literally just disappeared,â Karina ran over to him once she saw him at the cafĂŠ he told her to meet him at.
Even looking at her face made Heeseung want to vomit. âI heard what you did.â
Karina frowned, not understanding what he was saying as she took a seat across from him. âWhat do you mean?â
âY/N told me about what you did at the library.â Heeseung tried his best to keep his tone even, attempting to mask the rage he was feeling toward her.
Karina nervously laughed, trying to brush it off. So, he was with you while he ghosted her. âOh yeah, I ran into her and Jake trying to get it on at the back of the library. Isnât that fucking insane, like in public like that?â
Heeseung wasnât in any mood to entertain her. He was already at a boiling point. âCut the fucking bullshit. She also told me what you said to her at the grocery store. I donât know what I did to make you think that weâre dating, but weâre not. I donât even remotely like you.â
âWhat?â Karina was taken aback by his words. Sure, Heeseung was never as affectionate and loving towards her as he was with you, but she thought she had made good progress in getting him to fall for her.
âYeah, so I swear to God if I hear you telling anyone else that weâre dating, I will get a fucking restraining order. You have been nothing more than an easy lay for me to get my mind off Y/N this whole time. I let you hang around me because I felt bad, but thatâs over now, especially since I realized youâve been lying to everyone, including me, about everything.â
Karinaâs face paled as she took in his words. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didnât give her a chance. âAlso, youâre delusional if you think youâre even comparable to Y/N, much less better than her. Go learn how to actually suck a dick before going around telling anyone that. Seriously, fuck off, and donât ever talk to me or my friends again.â
Heeseung took off right after that, leaving Karina sitting alone at the table. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest as he stormed out of the cafe. Since then, heâd been planning a way to get you to hear him out. The only thing he could come up with was outsourcing, and in this case, that meant trying to reach you through the people you hung around.
It was a no-brainer that trying to talk to Ryujin and actually getting her to hear him out would be harder than getting you to talk to him again, so that was out of the question, which left him with only one other choice.Â
Just standing in front of the apartment was making him pissed, but he knew this was probably his best bet. He let out a big sigh before knocking loudly. He waited a couple of seconds, and after a bit, he wondered if he should knock again, but before he could, the door opened.
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Heeseung was the last person Jake would have expected to be on the other side of the door, and it caught him severely off guard.
Heeseung hadnât seen Jake since he beat him at your motherâs garden party, and while it seemed that any previous marks left on his face from the fight were gone, Heeseung still felt bad. Okay, well, actually he didnât feel that bad because he was still beyond pissed at Jake. Heeseung had by now come to the conclusion that you were most likely telling the truth about not cheating on him, but it still didnât change the fact that Jake had fucked you who knows how many times after the two of you broke up.
Jake had always been a very close friend of his since childhood, and if Heeseung was being honest, in high school there were a good number of times when he couldnât help but find himself envying his friend. It was kind of always known in your friend group that Heeseung had always had a tiny bit of a crush on you. So, when it became known that Jake had been the one to take your virginity, Heeseung was beyond crushed. In fact, he had avoided Jake for a good week, too envious of the fact that it wasnât him who had been your first. But he was quickly able to get (mostly) over it as he couldnât deny that he wasnât surprised; you and Jake had always been the closest. But now, knowing that Jake had broken bro code made that resentment resurface, and he wasnât sure if it was going away anytime soon (if ever).
âI need to talk to you,â Heeseung reluctantly said.Â
âFuck no,â Jake responded with a condescending laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
Heeseungâs jaw tightened as he pleaded, âJake, please.â
Jake stared him down, scrutinizing every aspect of him, clearly enjoying Heeseung's desperation. âWhy? Y/N told me what happened on Monday. Youâre a fucking asshole.â
âYou donât think I donât know that? Thatâs why Iâm here. Just let me in,â Heeseung said, his patience wearing thin.
âWhatâs in it for me?â Jake crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. Heeseung could tell he was relishing the sight of him getting so desperate.
âYou already got to fuck my girlfriend as many times as you wanted. Donât you think thatâs enough?â Heeseung gritted his teeth, his voice tight with anger.
Jake rolled his eyes but opened the door, letting Heeseung in. âYou know sheâs not your girlfriend anymore, right?â
If Heeseung wasnât so determined to win you back, he would have had no issue punching Jake in the face again. But he needed Jakeâs help, so he held back and tried his best it ignore him.
âI need your help,â Heeseung said, crossing his arms and facing Jake.
Jake barely glanced at him as he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of what Heeseung assumed was a protein shake. He started to shake it, more focused on his drink, acting almost as if Heeseung wasnât even there. âYouâre funny if you think Iâm going to help you with anything.â
Heeseung sighed once again, watching Jakeâs dismissive attitude. God, Jake was such a dick. âI know I fucked up.â
âYeah? Took you long enough to realize.âÂ
âI need help getting her back.â Jake let out a derisive snort that he didnât even bother to hide.
âHoly shit, youâre delusional. What makes you think Iâd help you?â Jakeâs laughter was infuriating, and Heeseung started to regret coming here.
âJake, I know what I did. I know thereâs nothing that can fully make up for it, but I need Y/N back. Iâm begging you, man, I need your help.â Heeseungâs pride was at rock bottom, but he didnât care. If this was what he had to let go of to win back the love of his life, so be it.
âYou literally cheated on her. Why the fuck would I help someone who cheated on her try to win her back? You donât deserve her.â Heeseung couldnât deny it anymore; he had emotionally cheated on you, whether he intended to or not and it sickened him to realize that he was responsible for your pain.
âI know I donât deserve her, and I also realize what I did and how Iâm responsible for everything. I know now that the last month before we broke up was terrible for her, and I was a complete asshole. I didnât mean to hurt her; everything just spiraled so quickly that I didnât have time to process it. I swear Iâm not trying to make excusesâthere arenât any. But the last three months have been hell for me. You donât understand how empty Iâve felt, how much itâs all hurt. Hearing that you two came back together from wherever you guys were fucked me up so badly that I ended up taking it out on you, and Iâm sorry for thatâit was fucked up. But what Iâm trying to say is that this whole summer has made me realize just how much I need her. Seeing her again has only made that clearer. I should have listened to her that night, but I was so blinded by anger about you two that I lost control, and you have no idea how much I fucking regret it. Talking to her last week made me see just how badly I fucked up, and I guess I was too caught up in Karinaâs lies to accept the truth. I know I donât deserve her, but please, I just need one last chance to make things right.â Heeseungâs sincerity was evident in every word, and Jake could tell that this was something Heeseung had been tormenting himself over for a while.
âI donât know what you want me to do,â Jake said honestly. âI donât even know how I can help. This is between you two.â
He hadnât expected Heeseung to lay everything out so openly, and he was a bit taken aback. But Jake still struggled to fully support Heeseung. He knew how miserable and broken you had been after the breakup, and he wasnât sure he could let you go through something like that again.
âI just need her to know that Iâm sorry and to hear me out just once more. I know I donât deserve it, but please. This was all I thought about this entire week, and I donât know what else to do. I mean I came all the way over here to you of all people because of how desperate I am. I know you donât owe me anything, especially after everything, but please, Iâm begging you. Help me out, man.â Heeseungâs eyes were filled with desperation, and Jake let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
âIs Karina still in the picture?âÂ
âFuck no, and I made sure she understood. Sheâs literally the worst mistake I ever made, and I shouldâve known better. I just didnât think sheâd take it this far, but I swear, there was nothing between us to begin with. She just caught me at a vulnerable time and took advantage of it. I fully acknowledge the mess I made in the month leading up to Y/N and me breaking up, and I know itâs probably too late now, but please, Jake. Y/N is the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. You of all people should know that, so I canât just let this go without trying one more time.âÂ
Heeseung couldnât even lift his head to face Jake anymore, his eyes focused on his trembling fingers. The shame of his actions weighed heavily on him, and admitting it all out loud took a lot out of him.
A few seconds of silence passed, and Heeseung assumed Jake was deliberating. With each passing second, his anxiety spiked, and he desperately wished Jake would say something, anything.
âFuck, I canât believe Iâm saying this, but okay,â Jake said, his tone heavy with disbelief. Heeseungâs head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. âThereâs no guarantee this will even work, but Iâll try something. Just know that Iâm not taking this lightly. If you mess it up again, Iâll fucking kill you. Iâm not kidding. The moment I see Karina anywhere near you, youâre dead. Iâm only doing this because I know how much you meant to her and how miserable sheâs been without you.â
Heeseungâs smile stretched so wide it made his cheeks hurt, but he didnât care. âThank you so much. Seriously, thank you, man. I really owe you.â
âYeah, whatever,â Jake said, rolling his eyes at how excited Heeseung was. âBut if Y/N isnât having it, thereâs literally nothing else I can do. So donât get your hopes up.â
âNo, I get it. Seriously, thank you so much. And Iâm genuinely sorry for everything. It was fucked up for me to fight you like that.â Heeseung wasnât sure if things with their friend group would ever return to normal, but heâd be lying if he denied that he missed having his friends around. A small bit of him kind of hoped this might be a step in the right direction of maybe getting everything back to normal.
âYeah, whatever. I guess I kind of deserved it for sleeping with your girl,â Jake said with a hint of sarcasm.
Okay, maybe Heeseung wasnât entirely fine with Jake being around like before as he felt one of his eyes twitch in irritation at the reminder of Jake being in your bed all summer, but he pushed the thought aside. âJust donât make it a habit.â
âWeâll see. Donât fuck it up.â
Heeseung felt another twitch in his eye. Maybe he wasnât entirely over the idea of killing Jake Sim.
You had been sort of in a weird state of limbo where it seemed that a part of you was still wallowing in the sadness that came after the whole fight with Heeseung in your apartment but also there was also a part of you that was just kind of irritated with everything and you werenât sure how to get yourself free from this state.
And it seemed the latter was taking over your current state as you let out a grunt of frustration as you attempted to hit the ball over the net, only for it to get caught and cause you to lose. Shouts of amusement came from across the court as you sneered in annoyance.
âHa! Dinnerâs on you! Oh, princess you fucking suck at this.â Jake was a little too happy about your loss as he giggled around the court.Â
Sweat drenched the both of you as the setting sunâs heat blazed relentlessly down the two of you. âYou know that Iâm usually good! Youâre just better today I guess.âÂ
You sheepishly shrugged before chugging your water from your water bottle on the side, the cold liquid instantly quenching your thirst. You were so ready to leave and get food.
âYou just got unlucky that Sunghoon wasnât here. Thereâs no doubt heâd be buying dinner. Iâve never seen someone worse at pickleball than he is.â You both let out a small laugh thinking about your mutual friend and his lack of athleticism.Â
"Yeah, honestly, I know he said he was sick or something, but I bet he just said that to dodge paying for dinner," you muttered, tossing your keys at Jake after packing up your paddle and balls. "You're driving, though."
He caught the keys without protest, shrugging as he followed you to the car. After unlocking it, he slid into the driverâs seat, immediately grimacing. âJesus, what the fuck is this seat positioning?â
âLeave me alone, itâs my car,â you rolled your eyes, watching as he adjusted the seat to his liking.
âToo nice of a car for such a shitty driver like you,â he snorted, making you gasp in offense.
But before you could fire anything back, he quickly switched the subject. "So, who's Ryujin going on a date with tonight?"
"Some new European exchange student, I think his nameâs Armand? Not sure, but Iâm pretty sure heâs French."
"Where the hell is she finding all these European guys?" Jake shook his head.Â
Pickleball was usually a doubles match with you, Jake, Sunghoon, and Ryujin, but Sunghoon had bailed, claiming he was sick (though you werenât convinced), and Ryujin was off on her date.
"I think he's in her finance classâor at least thatâs what Yujin said. But yeah, she clearly has a type," you snorted, sending Ryujin a quick text to see how the date was going.
"Thatâs an understatement. Iâm surprised she got over Louis that fast. And how the hell does Yujin still know everything about everyone despite being abroad for a whole semester?"
The circle you and your family had always been surrounded by was small, a natural outcome of the exclusive lifestyle the upper echelon of society ledâone not easily accessible to just anyone. This circle was even tighter at your school, where everyone with status seemed to gravitate. As soon as someone new entered the fold, it took only a few days for word to spread, and soon enough, everyone knew everything about them, especially if they came from a similarly privileged background. So it was no surprise that even after studying abroad in Italy for 6 months, Yujin still managed to stay in the loop.
âYou know you donât actually have to be on campus to keep up with everything,â you sighed, rolling your eyes.Â
It was frustrating, sometimes even invasive, to know that every move you made was watched and analyzed, but it seemed to be the price you and your friends paid for the lives you led.
Jake hummed in agreement, and for a few moments, the car was uncharacteristically quiet. It was unusualâJake was never one to keep his mouth shut, so his silence could only mean one thing.
"Ugh, what?" you groaned, turning your phone off and shifting your focus to his profile.
Jake shot you a brief look of confusion before turning his attention back to the road. "What?"
"Just spit it out." You knew all too well that when Jake went quiet, it meant he was holding back something importantâand more often than not, it wasnât good news.
He gave you another glance, this one doing nothing to ease the knot forming in your stomach, before letting out a long sigh. "So, the other day, someone came to see me."
You raised an eyebrow, sensing that he was trying to drag this out. It couldnât be good. "Oh my God, just tell me already. Who was it?"
Jake took a few more seconds before finally answering. âHeeseung.â
Your exâs name was the last thing you expected to hear. âWhat?â
âYeah, someone knocked, and when I opened the door, there he was, just standing there.â Jakeâs slow pace was driving you insaneâyou just wanted him to get to the point.
âJust tell me what he wanted. Did he try to fight you again? Because I swear to Godââ
âNo! No, it wasnât anything like that. He didnât come to start anything; he just asked for a favor.â Jake nervously bit his lip, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He clearly didnât want to tell you what Heeseung was really after.
âJake, just get to the fucking point. What did he ask for?âÂ
âOkay fine, he wanted me to talk to you about maybe hearing him out again.â Jake grimaced as he revealed Heeseung's request, sensing that the silence on your end was not a good sign. âUgh, please Y/N, say something.â
You didnât know if you should be fuming or surprised. Maybe both. âWhat did you say?â
Your calm tone caught Jake off guard as he turned into the Thai restaurant youâd chosen for dinner, parking before facing you. âOkay, you canât be mad, but I agreed.â
Your mouth opened in protest, anger filling your eyes, but he rushed on before you could interrupt. âJust listen. You know meâI wouldnât agree to something like this, especially with him, unless I really thought he deserved it. After I listened to him, I could see how genuine he was. I know he was a dick on Monday, but he came to me desperate and genuinely sorry. He wouldnât have approached me of all people if he wasnât serious.I know how much he hurt you, but I also see how unhappy you are without him. This might not be the worst thing for you two. Plus, Karinaâs definitely out of the pictureâHeeseung looked furious talking about her and promised he wouldnât associate with her again.â
You processed everything slowly, staring at Jake. âHe hurt me so bad,â was all you could manage as you shook your head, struggling to accept what your best friend was telling you.
Jakeâs eyes softened at your reaction. âI know, Y/N. Heâs still a total asshole, but deep down, you know that not having him around hurts even more. I didnât promise him anything, and I wonât ever force you to talk to him. Honestly, if I had my way, Iâd keep him far away from you. But I know you, and I see how badly all this unresolved feeling is fucking with you. I donât want that for you. So just know this is an option. It doesnât have to be now, or next week, or even this month. But if you ever feel ready to talk to him againâespecially now that it seems like you both understand what happenedâheâs willing to apologize. Iâll even be there with you if you want.â
Jake was right, and you hated that. Deep down, you knew this unresolved pain would eat you alive. Heeseung had always been part of your life, and having him ripped away, even for just a couple of months, was agonizing. You didnât know if you could just cut him out completely, so you slowly nodded. âOkay.â
Heeseung honestly had little faith that Jake would keep his promises, but he still held onto a sliver of hope. Yet, as the weeks passed with no word from you, that hope began to dwindle. After a month had gone by without any communication, he was on the verge of accepting that he had ruined the most important thing in his life. Just as he was about to let it go, fortune finally smiled on him: he spotted you outside, nervously biting your lip as you waited for his class to end. A grin spread across his face the moment your eyes met, and he walked toward you.
âHey,â he greeted softly.
His smile made your heart race, and it was annoying to realize that he still had that effect on you after everything that had happened. âHey, I was wondering if you were busy. I think Iâm ready to talk.â
Heeseung mentally noted to give Jake the biggest thank you ever. Despite his doubts about Jake's ability to follow through, he couldn't be more grateful to be proven wrong.
âYeah, of course. This is my last class of the day,â he said, eagerly nodding as you both walked out of the building.
âOh great, I wasnât sure about your schedule, so I was just hoping I got lucky and you were free.â The awkward tension between you was palpable. âDo you want to grab lunch? I can drive if you didnât.â
âYeah, that sounds perfect. Jay drove us today, but Iâll just text him that he doesnât have to worry about me.â Heeseung couldnât help the smile spreading across his face. It was amazing how much your presence lifted his spirits. You were like a ray of sunshine, and just being able to look at you felt pretty fucking incredible.
You shot him a small smile before nodding, leading him to your car. âOkay, perfect.â
The ride to the restaurant was quiet, with barely any words exchanged until you both placed your orders.
Knowing that silence would make everything feel pointless, you mustered the courage to clear your throat and initiate the conversation. âJake told me you really wanted to talk to me again.â
Heeseung nodded without hesitation. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I really didnât think heâd actually help, but Iâm so glad he did. I hope you didnât feel forced or anythingâthatâs the last thing I want. If you ever feel that way during this conversation, I would completely understand if you just walked away.â
You nodded, recognizing the sincerity in his words. It gave you reassurance about his intentions. âI wasnât forced or anything, but it did take some time. Honestly, I didnât want to hear you out again, especially since last time ended badly. But Iâve had time to think, and Iâve come to the conclusion that I need to do this, at least for myself, to move forward from everything.â
âIâm really glad you gave me a chance to talk to you again. Y/N, I know this might not mean much to you, but I truly want to say Iâm sorry.â Heeseung sighed before continuing, âIâve had time to reflect on everything, and Iâve realized that what I did was unfair to you and hurt you in ways I never intended. None of this was your fault, and Iâm so sorry for putting you through that.â
Hearing those words felt like a wave of relief washed over your aching heart. It was as if you had been yearning to hear him acknowledge your pain, and his sincere apology felt like a crucial step toward healing. Yet, one lingering question held you back.
âWhy did you do it?â you asked softly, almost afraid to voice it. You noticed Heeseungâs eyes soften at your words.
He sat in silence, contemplating your question. Why had he abandoned you during the last month of your relationship?
âIâm not sure,â he blinked, his brow furrowing in distress. âI know thatâs not a good enough answer, but honestly, I donât even think I understand it myself. I really donât want this to sound like an excuse, but I didnât realize what was happening until it was too late. That project consumed so much of my time, and unfortunately, that meant spending all those hours with Karina. It became a routine, and I thought it would help me finish the class with a good grade. I never stopped to consider if Karina had ulterior motives, and Iâm so sorryâI never thought about how this would affect you.â
You were unsure how to process his words, but you appreciated his honesty and let him continue. âI didnât mean to blow you off or prioritize the project, which ended up meaning prioritizing Karina over you. That was never my intention. I hope you understand that I never saw her as a replacement or thought she was better than you in any way, especially not romantically. I swear nothing happened between us until after you left for your trip. Even then, I was just so angry, and she happened to be there. She was only an outlet for my frustration, and I know thatâs probably not what you want to hear, but I canât deny that something happened. I just need you to know that aside from the physical, there was nothing else with her.â
Heeseung grimaced as he admitted all this. The weight of his actions felt unbearable, and when he saw your faceâso sad, struggling to hold it togetherâit made him feel even worse. He hated that he was the cause of your pain.
You nodded slowly, your chest tightening as you absorbed his words and another sigh left your mouth. âThat last month was so unbearable for me. It was literally hell. You have no idea how many nights I spent blaming myself, thinking I drove you to another girl. But what hurt even more was the aftermath. Iâve known you for so long, and I never realized how much you meant to my life until you were just⌠gone. I felt so lost without you.â
âIt was the same for me. Y/N, youâve been the love of my life since we were kids. Youâve always been my dream and literally everyone around us knows how much youâve always meant to me. Iâve dated around and hooked up with other people but at the end of the day, I just kept coming back to you. Youâre everything Iâve ever wanted. Youâre my home. Thatâs why I had to take this chanceâto see you again, to beg you to hear me out one last time.â His voice trembled, and a tear slipped down your cheek as you felt the weight of his desperation. Your heart ached, torn between the pain of the past and the flicker of hope in his eyes.
He reached over to take your hand in his, the warmth of his familiar touch sending a jolt through you. A small, hopeful smile broke through his anxiety. âI love you, Y/N. I truly believe youâre it for me. But if you need me to let you go, Iâll do it. Iâd do anything to see you happy.â
âHeeseungâŚâ The words barely escaped your lips before tears started streaming down your cheeks. You couldnât hold back your emotions, even in this crowded place. His confession pierced through the defenses you had built, reaching deep into the empty spaces you didnât even know existed. You remembered all the pain he had caused, the scars still fresh, and yet, despite everything, he was still your Heeseung. Your heart ached with the undeniable truth that he was your destined other half, and you couldnât bring yourself to let him go completely.
In that moment, amidst the whirlwind of your emotions, the right path became unmistakably clear. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your feelings shift into something resolute. With trembling hands, you squeezed his. This wasnât just about forgiveness; it was about embracing the possibility of healing together. âI canât let you go, not now,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âLetâs find our way back.â
No one had ever warned you how difficult it truly was to rebuild something broken, even with someone youâd known your entire life. But now, standing on the other side of that struggle, as you watched the pieces of your relationship with Heeseung slowly fall back into place, you realized that every effort had been worth it. The awkward silences, the tentative steps, and the raw vulnerabilityâit had all led to this unexpected peace. Months ago, you wouldâve laughed if someone told you not only that youâd be back together, but that youâd be more in love with Heeseung than ever before. Yet, against all odds, here you wereâmore sure of him, more connected, and somehow, more in love than you ever thought possible.
It had been two weeks since that lunch, two weeks since you both decided to give things another shot. Although hesitation still hung between you, trust was slowly rebuilding, and you could feel the progress with every passing day. The real breakthrough came when you got solid proof that Karina was no longer a looming threat. It seemed that Heeseungâs rejection hit her harder than anyone expected, leading her to pack up and flee to her familyâs summer home in Lake Como. Word spread quickly that she was taking a semester off to âhealâ from all the so-called negative toxicity, but honestly, you couldnât care less. And it seemed that it wasnât just youâeveryone in your circle seemed to be rejoicing the second her plane left the tarmac, collectively exhaling as though theyâd been holding their breath for months. Her departure felt like the final nail in the coffin of a drama that had dragged on far too long, and for the first time in a while, you felt truly free from the chaos.
You and Heeseung had agreed to take things slow, both afraid to fuck up the fragile foundation of your newly rekindled relationship. While you often found yourself holding back more than you were used to, the fresh start was also exciting, like falling in love all over again. The honeymoon phase was in full swing, and honestly, you were soaking it up. So much so that it seemed your entire friend groupâfinally restored, thank God (you were sure youâd even seen Jay shed a tear when he was reunited with Sunghoon)âwas playfully revolting at how inseparable you and Heeseung had become. But despite the jokes, everyone was genuinely thrilled to see you two back together. Even the soft launch on Instagram stirred enough commotion that your mom called, confused. But you didnât care about anyoneâs reactions, because for the first time in a long time, you were truly happy.
âIâm surprised your little purse dog isnât with you,â Yujinâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts as she appeared out of nowhere, making you jump.
âWhat?â You shot her a confused look.
âHeeseung! Heâs like your own little purse dog these days. I donât think Iâve seen you two apart since you got back together,â she teased, giving you a smug grin before snatching your drink from your hand and taking a big swig.
You snatched it right back, rolling your eyes. âThat is not true!â
But the grin on your face betrayed youâyou knew exactly what she meant.
Your half-hearted attempts to deny her claims were cut short when yet another voice chimed in, startling you once again. "Nah, Yujin's right. You two are capital C clingy."
"Stop sneaking up on me!" you groaned, shaking your head at both Ryujin and Yujin. They, of course, found your irritation hilarious. Before you could protest further, Ryujin also reached over and grabbed your drink, taking a long sip without hesitation.
"Oh my God, just take it!" you exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned to grab a fresh cup, already resigned to making yourself another drink.
"But seriously, where is Heeseung?" Ryujin asked, glancing around the packed house, her eyes scanning the crowd for your boyfriend.
Jake had thrown a party to celebrate Karinaâs dramatic exit, and it seemed like everyone you knew had shown up. His place was absolutely massive so it was insane to see the entire place bursting with people, not a single corner empty.
You shrugged as you added ice to your drink. "Not sure, I saw Jay dragging him out to the pool. I think theyâre playing beer pong. You guys do realize we havenât been together every second, right?â
Yujin scoffed. "You sure about that?t At least from what Iâve been seeing Iâm having a hard time believing that."
âYeah, babe, I donât think thereâs been a single day this week you havenât been with him,â Ryujin added. But when she noticed a slight frown tugging at your lips, she quickly backpedaled. âBut thatâs not a bad thing! You guys are back together, and honestly, you seem so much happier and more in love. Weâre happy for you.â
Yujin nodded in agreement. âYeah, itâs cute. Almost sickeningly so. But seriously, weâre all just glad you two are happy again.â
Right on cue, you felt a familiar arm wrap around your waist from behind. You knew instantly who it was. âAww, thatâs so sweet, Yujin. Glad we have your support,â Heeseung teased, reaching out to fist-bump her.
"Were you out playing beer pong?" you asked, glancing up at Heeseung.
He nodded with a grin. "Yeah, Sunghoon and I absolutely annihilated Jay and Jake. Those two suck every single time, but they keep teaming up like theyâve got something to prove. Not that Iâm complainingâit just means we keep winning. The loser had to admit the otherâs dog was better, and Sunghoon had Jake practically in tears, saying Gaeul was superior to Layla. It was almost cruel. Laylaâs literally upstairs, and he ran right up to apologize to her."
Ryujin snorted. "You guys are such kids. What kind of punishment even is that?"
"Hey, Iâll have you know that when it comes to Gaeul, Iâd put my fucking life on the line for her!" Sunghoon appeared out of nowhere, clearly having overheard the mention of his beloved dog.
"Yeah, donât mess with his dog. Itâs, like, actually serious for him," Heeseung added, backing up his friend with a smirk.
You couldnât help but smile. It felt so good to have everyone back together, the easy banter flowing like it always had. The boys, especially, had clearly missed each other. Things were a bit tense between Heeseung and Jake at first, but once Sunghoon and Jay rejoined the group, it felt like no time had passed at all. Of course, Heeseung wasted no time making it clear that you were off-limits now, even threatening that heâd shave Jakeâs hair off if he so much as thought about crossing that lineâand judging by Jakeâs face, it was a threat he took seriously.
As Sunghoon passionately defended his dog, you felt Heeseung's arm tighten around your waist. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âI donât know about you, but I can think of something way better than listening to Sunghoon go on about his dogâs honor,â he whispered, his voice laced with mischief. âHow about we check out one of the way-too-many bedrooms upstairs?â
The suggestion came with that familiar cheeky tone, and you didnât need any convincing. Without a word, the two of you quietly slipped away from the group, who were still caught up in their conversation about pets. Heeseung was rightâthere were far too many rooms in this house, but luckily you knew exactly where to find a quiet, empty one.
Your body hadnât even fully crossed the threshold before Heeseung captured your lips with a fervor you hadnât felt since Hyunjinâs party. When you said that you and Heeseung were committed to taking your relationship slowly, you truly meant it. Sure, the two of you had made it to third base, but you had intentionally held back from rushing into sex, wanting to protect the delicate balance of your relationship. Yet, in that moment, it was clear that neither of you was opposed to going all the way. You both had been holding back for far too long.
Shutting the door behind you, he slammed you flat against the it as his tongue explored inside your mouth. You were panting against his lips as you reached for his clothes. It was obvious neither of you were particularly interested in taking it slow.Â
âGod youâre so fucking hot,â Heeseung didn't hold back his groan as his hand pulled your top over your breasts and cupped one in his hand, groping it as he deepened the kiss. You scratched a hand against the nape of his neck eliciting another low groan from him while his lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck. His touches had never felt better and you were yearning to feel him closer and deeper.Â
While his lips worked their way down, you didnât waste any time pulling your leather pants down, revealing the same pair of black thongs that you had been wearing the last time the two of you had sex and Heeseung groaned against your skin once he realized.Â
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me.â You giggled at his response and quickly tugged him towards the bed, leaving behind a trail of clothes as the two of you continued to get rid of your clothes until you were left bare.Â
Your hands firmly gripped his shoulders once he had finally stripped and you pushed him down on the bed as you also went down on your knees. His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes twinkled at the realization of what was happening.
âIâve missed your cock so bad,â you purred before letting a wad of spit fall from your mouth and straight on his rock-hard dick.Â
His eyes instantly rolled back when your hands wrapped themselves around his length and worked their way up and down, adopting a steady tempo. Your eyes never left his face as you held a determined look in your eyes, eager to please him.
âFuck, just like that,â Heeseung barely managed to pant out as his eyes connected with yours.
You couldnât hold back a smile. Knowing that your touches had him falling apart like this in pleasure had you growing overcome with lust. There was not a better sight than the one in front of you and you couldnât break away from witnessing his every reaction even as you slowly started to lick his tip.Â
He was panting hard as he watched you lick up and down his shaft before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip that was dripping with precum. And when you sunk down, allowing his dick to find its place in your warm tight throat, his hands went straight to the back of your head, pushing you further down and inciting you to choke on his length.
Itâd been a while since youâd deep-throated anything and you felt the tears instantly prick at your eyes as you gagged around his thick cock. You concentrated hard, closing your eyes to ease your throat as you slowly started to bob your head.
Saliva escaped down the corners of your mouth as the tears were now fully escaping your eyes. The filthy sounds of you gagging filled the room along with Heeseungâs deep grunts. His hands were fully pushing your head down as he thrust up, yearning for you to take him deeper. You tried your best to swallow around his as you searched for air, but he was relentless and pushed you until you couldnât take anymore and had to slap the sides of his thighs for respite.Â
 âJesus Christ, Heeseung!â You gasped for air before coughing when he finally let you go, realizing how brutal he had been treating your throat.
âShit, sorry,â his eyes were wide as he reached for your face, pushing your sweat-drenched hair away from your face. âItâs been so long and you felt so good, Iâm so sorry-â
âShut up,â you shook your head as you pushed him back on the bed. You ignored his apologies and quickly got on top of him, ignoring the fact that you had just been brutally choking on your boyfriendâs dick.
You were already dripping wet and Heeseungâs eyes couldnât take his eyes away from your glistening pussy hovering over his dick. His hands guided themselves to your hips and you slowly teased him as you rubbed the tip of his dick at your entrance.Â
âPlease,â he pleaded desperately and that was all you needed to hear before you slowly sunk yourself down his length.
The two of you let out groans and you couldnât help but heavily pant as you went lower, feeling him deeper in you. You felt so full that it felt like you could feel him all the way up your throat. Heeseung was massive and despite having loads of experience riding him, every time it felt like almost too much for you as your body felt like it was being stretched beyond its limit.
âFuck, youâre too big,â you whimpered as you felt your body slumping over his, trying your best to get adjusted to his side.Â
His mouth found yours as he passionately kissed you while his hands found your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. âYouâre taking me so well princess.â
As he praised you, you found yourself slowly attempting to move your hips and before you knew it, you were moaning against his lips as you moved up and down his length. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldnât stop. The stretch still stung, but the pleasure that came with it was more than anything you couldâve asked for.
âHeeseung,â you moaned out loudly as his hips thrust up to meet yours, forcing you to feel him deeper.
The room was filled with your wanton moans that didnât stop chanting his name and the sounds of his balls slapping roughly against your pussy. His grunts were getting animalistic and before you knew it, he had flipped the two of you over changing the position and taking over.Â
âOh my God!â You screeched as he moved your legs to hang over his shoulders, causing the new position to allow him to reach you deeper if that was even possible.
He relentlessly pounded against your sweet spot, âYou feel so fucking good. Perfect pussy made just for me.â
His dirty talk had you whimpering and you found yourself reaching down for your clit quickly rubbing it, helping you reach your orgasm faster.Â
âIâm almost there donât stop,â you instructed, and with a couple more hard thrusts, you found yourself loudly crying out as you found yourself reaching your peak.Â
You clung to him tightly as you rode out your orgasm and could feel him twitch inside you before also cumming closely after. He filled you to the brim with his cum as you limply laid there taking everything he gave you. Once he was finished, he slowly pulled out inciting a small whimper from you and you could feel all his cum slowly pouring out of you and down your leg.Â
Heeseung, seemingly just as worn out as you were, plopped right next to you before pulling you close to him, cuddling you. A huge smile formed on your face as you turned your head to face him and kiss him, someone pounded on the door.
âYou two are so fucked for that! You do realize Laylaâs room is right next door!âÂ
Bonus:
It was unbelievable how fast time had flown, especially now, standing with all your closest friends in matching caps and gowns. You couldnât help but marvel at the fact that youâd all made it through college in one piece, still tight-knit as ever. It was almost enough to bring you to tearsâif you werenât so distracted by how uncomfortable your dress had become under your gown. You kept fidgeting, trying to adjust it for a bit of relief.
âStop wrinkling your dress!â your mother scolded, while busy straightening Jakeâs tie.
âBut no oneâs even going to see the tie under the gown,â Jake whined, only for your mom to shoot him a stern look that silenced him immediately as she returned to perfecting his outfit.
True to her word, your mom had finally gotten Jake head to toe in one of her custom pieces (minus the cap and gown). âI donât care if anyone sees it or not. You are not wearing one of my designs without it being flawless,â she insisted, focused on making sure everything was perfect.
You could hear the quiet snickers behind you, and without even turning around, you knew Sunghoon and Ryujin were loving every second of this. They had already survived your motherâs meticulous once-over and were now relishing in watching the rest of you squirm under her scrutiny.
"Yeah, come on Jake, stop being so fussy. You should be grateful she's even doing this for you," Heeseung chimed in, grinning. His playful jab at Jake was laced with just enough sweetness to win over your momâor at least, that was the plan.
Your mom still hadnât entirely forgiven Heeseung for the disaster he caused at her garden party, and her approval of your rekindled relationship was, at best, tentative. But it was clear she was slowly warming up, especially with the way Heeseung never missed a chance to flatter her.
âAlright, now you look presentable. Donât you dare mess with it during the ceremony,â your mom finally declared, stepping back to give Jake a final once-over. She then turned her sharp gaze on the rest of you, making sure everyone else met her high standards.
You exchanged a glance with Sunghoon and Ryujin, who were both barely holding in their laughter. They clearly found your momâs unofficial role as wardrobe enforcer far more amusing from the sidelines.
âOh, you all look so beautiful,â your mother said, her smile softening in a way you werenât used to. The warmth in her gaze caught you off guard, and suddenly, the stuffiness of your dress was the last thing on your mind. As your eyes met hers, the reality of the moment hit youâgraduation day, surrounded by your closest friends, all of you about to step into the next chapter of your lives. You could feel the emotions welling up, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you took in the sight of everyone in their caps and gowns.
Heeseung, as if sensing your shift in mood, gently tugged your hand into his, threading your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and gave you a reassuring smile, grounding you just when you needed it most.
âCome on, letâs take a picture before we leave,â you suggested, grabbing Heeseung's hand and motioning to your friends.
Your group huddled close, arms draped over each other, laughter bubbling up as your mom snapped away on her phone. Heeseungâs arm stayed firmly around your waist, keeping you close while you smiled for the camera. The joy of the moment, the closeness of your friends, felt like the perfect snapshot of how far you had all come.
As soon as the last picture was taken, everyone started to drift toward the stadium for the commencement ceremony. You watched as the crowd began to gather under the soft glow of the setting sun. After a quick hug and goodbye to your mom, you turned to follow your friends toward the entrance gates.
Just before you could step through the gates, Heeseung gently pulled you aside, his fingers brushing your arm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âI couldnât have done any of this without you. Iâm proud of us.â
His words made your heart swell, emotions bubbling up in a way that almost took your breath away. You looked up at him, your smile soft and full of everything youâd been through together. âI am too,â you whispered back, a mixture of relief and joy filling your chest. âWe made it.â
The air was cool, a gentle breeze lifting the corners of your graduation gown as you looked at Heeseung, remembering how uncertain things had once seemed. But now? Everything felt like it was finally falling into place. The obstacles and heartbreak had only made you both stronger.
As the sun began to set, Heeseung took your hand again, just like in the room earlier. This time, though, he brought it to his lips, brushing a light kiss across your knuckles before pulling you closer.
âI love you,â he said quietly, and it wasnât a grand declarationâjust a simple truth that felt completely genuine.
âI love you too,â you answered, your heart full.
Standing there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the future didnât seem so intimidating anymore. It was uncertain, sure, but with Heeseung beside you, you felt ready for whatever was next.
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sweet treat 2
in which sexy construction worker!rafe who spends his days 'lifting heavy stuff and building shit' (his words) and driving shy!reader home, shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night...
18+ mdni!
c/w: construction worker!rafe being a tease, slight somnophilia, smut (dry humping, p-in-v, unprotected sex)
wc: 2.7k
hi! this is a part two to this (also this whole story was originally supposed to be just a small blurb consisting of a few silly sentences but then i got a bit carried away :D) anyways hope you enjoy xx
part 3 part 4 part 5
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Itâs past midnight when her doorbell rings, making her brows furrow. She throws the fluffy covers away, immediately yearning for the warmth of them as she pads her bare feet along the chilly hardwood floors of her apartment. Â
No one has ever been at her door this late, which makes her hesitate. Maybe itâs just her neighbor asking for sugar, she tries to reason, as if the retired elderly lady living next door would even be up this late. For all she knows, it could be a criminal whoâs escaped prison, holding a bloody knife at her.Â
Curiosity ends up getting the best of her (as always) when she gingerly opens the door, mentally preparing to face a serial killer.
However, all her worries wash away like pollen under rain when she realizes itâs Rafe standing tall before her.Â
âOh, hi. What are youâ what are you doing here?â A surprised look paints over her visage. Â
âYou forgot this in my car, thought you might need it back,â heâs grinning, holding out a phone to her, pale yellow case making her realize itâs her phone. She almost doesnât recognize it, since it appears so tiny in his massive paw, almost like a miniature version of the device sheâs grown accustomed to. Â
âOh my god, I was looking everywhere for it, thought I was gonna have to buy a new one,â she takes it from him, a grateful smile etching her features. Â
âYeah, couldnât exactly call you,â he shakes his head at his terrible attempt at a joke.Â
A delighted giggle escapes her throat, nonetheless, eyes crinkling and teeth poking out; forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up as well as he finally takes in her appearance. Â
A worn-out t shirt a few sizes too big andâŚwell, thatâs it. Sheâs not wearing anything else. Heâs trying not to stare at her plush thighs, or the way the hem of the shirt slightly climbs up, revealing even more skin as she rakes a hand through a messy head of hair, swallowing nervously under his attention. Â
Unfortunately for the both of them, he never actually ended up fucking her when she came over to his place last week and had him cook for her. He just felt so bad about initiating something like that when she kept yawning through forkfuls of pasta, eyes barely staying open as she complained about her limbs aching and how she was so exhausted she could sleep for a week after the particularly long shift sheâd just had. Â
Which is why he simply drove her home after their late-night dinner and wished her a good night with a heavy hand on her shoulder, thumb smoothing over the material of her shirt, letting her rest in tranquility. Telling himself he could be patient with her, not wanting to rush anything. Â
However, sheâs not making it very easy for him right now when thereâs only one piece of clothing covering her. She looks so sleepy and pretty he has half the mind to pick her up in his arms and slump down on her bed, crawling under crisp sheets and feel how her lungs expand against his chest. Â
âSorry, did I wake you?â He carefully asks, suddenly worried heâs disturbed her serene slumber. Â
âNo, no. I mean, I was in bed but couldnât really sleep soâŚâ she trails off, desperately trying to come up with something to make him stay a bit longer, not wanting him to go yet; finding immense comfort in his assured presence. Â
âUm, do youâ do you want to come in? I could make you some tea or something?â She clumsily offers. Â
His brows raise, surprised at her proposition. Sheâs being uncharacteristically bold; his mouth twists into an amused simper.Â
âActually, forget I said anything, youâre probably really tired and just wanna go home, sorry, I donât know why I evenââ she scrambles to correct herself, and now that sounds more like the girl Rafeâs grown familiar with. Â
âDonât be stupid, of course Iâll come in,â he cuts her off, stepping past the threshold, taking a look around her cozy home. Leafy plants adding greenery to the small space and picturesque paintings fixed on the cream-colored walls. Itâs cute, he thinks. Â
She sets a steaming mug in front of him on her kitchen table and sits down next to him on a wooden chair. Heâs definitely not staring at the way the bottom of her shirt rides up the tops of her thighs, allowing for the flimsy material of her panties to peek out. He clears his throat. Â
âYou often have trouble sleeping?â He tries to focus on something else, anything else, taking a slow sip of the searing liquid; nearly burning his tongue in the process. Â
âYeah, sometimes. Itâs just sometimes itâs hard to shut my brain off after spending all day at the cafe. I try to fall asleep but the loud noises of the customers talking and the clinking of plates and spoons keep replaying in my head and suddenly Iâm wide awake, you know?â She explains. Â
âIâm sorry, is there anything that helps?â He prods. Â
âI donât know, I guess just trying to think of something else or talking with someone else,â she mumbles out.Â
âOh, so what youâre saying is that youâre just using me in order to fall asleep?â He teases, grinning when he manages to drag out yet another giggle from her mouth. Â
âYeah, I suppose I am,â her eyes glimmer like little stars when she looks at him. Â
âShould I feel offended right now?â He jokingly scoffs. Â
âNo, you should feel flattered, I donât invite just anyone into my home at almost 1 am, just so you know.âÂ
And he thinks he likes this side of her, all playful and sleepy, sheâs a lot less reserved than her usual fully rested and overly conscious self would be, more carefree. Maybe thatâs the reason he lets the next words escape the gaps of his teeth. Â
âYou into cuddling?â He asks, profound aquamarine locking with her rounded eyes. Â
âUhâ I mean, I probably would be if I had someone to cuddle with, but I donât soâŚâ she drifts off, not sure how to respond.Â
âWanna cuddle with me?â He says it so nonchalantly, and she doesnât understand how heâs so indifferent to this whole situation while she feels dizzy, dazed mind reeling and vivid heart tingling in her ribcage.Â
âReally? You want to? But wouldnât it be weird?â She seems taken aback by his proposal.Â
âWhy the fuck would it be weird? I mean, weâre friends, right?â His brows crease.Â
âYes, of course we are, I justââÂ
âLook, all Iâm saying, is that it might help you sleep, yeah? Having something else to focus on and shit,â he reasons, making her realize sheâs totally overthinking this; heâs simply trying to help. Â
âYouâre right, yeah, we should do that then,â she agrees and swiftly gets up on wobbly feet, almost falling face first on the ground, if not for his strong grip on her waist steadying her, grounding her, drawing a faint gasp from the back of her throat at his sudden proximity. Â
âEasy there, Sweetheart,â he chuckles against her hair, finding her eagerness to get into bed with him amusing. Â
âSorry,â she mumbles, a raspberry hue dusting over her cheeks. Â
And thatâs how they end up tangled in each other under her soft sheets, his beefy arms wrapped tightly around her middle, caging her in with gentle fingertips toying with the hem of her shirt. His sturdy chest rises and falls against her back in tandem with his steady breaths, pacifying her; coaxing her heavy lids to flutter closed. Â
Heâs so warm and big making her feel so secure and safe she thinks she wouldnât mind doing this again. Â
âYou good?â He murmurs next to her ear. Â
âMhm,â she blissfully croons, letting out a content exhale. Â
Her mind begins to topple over the edge of reality, plummeting into oblivion; a far away dreamland where everything is upside down and the ether is evermore the shade of fluffy cotton candy and the sand consists of stardust and ecstasy. Â
âSweet dreams,â is the last thing her misty awareness grasps onto before sheâs in the tender embrace of a crepuscular dormancy. Â
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Sheâs lethargic in her movements when she rouses from the abstruse blankness she seems to have lost herself in. Rafeâs heavy arm is draped over her waist, trapping her body into his and itâs murky in her unlit bedroom; the pale moonlight gleaming through the slots in her curtains the only beacon illuminating the space. Â
The lines of her cerebrum are blurred and sheâs not sure what has woken her up. Â
Then she feels it; something poking her from behind, pressing against her ass. Thereâs a crinkle in her brow until her eyes widen in realization. Â
Heâs hard. Rafe is hard and she can practically feel the culprit of his excitement since heâs only wearing a pair of boxers, having complained about getting all too hot during the night to wear anything more.Â
She swallows. Â
What is she supposed to do?Â
She shifts against him, trying to untangle her limbs from his. However, her attempt is proved fruitless when instead of unchaining her, he lets out a low groan, rumbling deep from his firm chest; grip tightening around her smaller form. Â
âRafe?â She calls out.Â
No response. Â
âRafe? Wake up.â Â
Still nothing.Â
She can feel him breathing heavily against her hair; pawing at her hips every now and then, trying to pull her even closer, even if theyâre already effectively glued together and thereâs absolutely no means for her to move. Â
Sheâs starting to become sticky between her thighs as he drags her against his cock again; seemingly stuck in a stupor. Â
She mewls when her clit throbs, pestering for some sort of friction. And thatâs when he finally stirs, the weight of his arms loosening like a tight knot unfurling and her lungs are finally able to greedily suck in brisk air. Â
âShit, sorry, my badâ his tone is gravelly and at that, some sort of birds begin flapping their wings in her tummy, jabbing at her insides.Â
However, he doesnât pull away like she half expects; her face heats up.Â
âItâs uhâ itâs okay. I meanâŚno worries,â she rambles because what the fuck is she supposed to say?Â
âNo, itâs fully my fault, just had quite a nice dream,â he admits, voice coarse.Â
âOh. What was it about?â She inquires, yawning, perhaps too curious for her own good. Â
âYou wanna know?â His brows raise, surprised.Â
She hums. Â
âWell, there was this really pretty girl, and she had me in her mouth and was letting me do whatever I wanted to her,â he murmurs with a heady tone overlaying his response. Â
âOh,â she tries to appear indifferent, although thereâs a pitiful sprout of jealousy threatening to blossom from the damp soil in the pit of her stomach at his words. Â
He chuckles at how oblivious she is. âYouâre silly sometimes, you know?â He was practically dry-humping her just now, was he not? Why would he be dreaming about another girl when heâs got her right here with him?Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âNothing,â he shakes his head, smiling to himself. Â
âSo, what else happened?â Â
âWhat else? Okay, then she let me do this,â he says at the same time as he grabs her hips again, pushing against her, earning a faint whimper from her when she can feel how big he is through the thin fabric of her underwear.Â
âRafeâŚwhat are you doing?â She manages to ask through a whine; his blunt nails denting the exposed skin of her thighs. Â
âGot no idea what youâre doing to me, do you?â He mutters, shallow.Â
âIâ what are youâ what are you talking about?â Her brain is foggy and sheâs not able to think straight when heâs so close. Â
He doesnât answer, instead continuing the retelling of his dream. âThen I grabbed her like this,â he lifts her on top of him in one smooth motion, as if she weighs nothing more than a piece of paper. Her inhale gets stuck somewhere along the way when he paws at her hips, shuffling her around until sheâs straddling him, properly sitting on top of his cock and he lets out a heartfelt grunt when she moves her achy cunt over him. Â
âYou like this? Such a needy little thing, yeah?â He helps her find some relief by grappling at her hips; dragging her against his cock, filthy groans escaping his mouth when he feels her wetness saturating the two layers of cotton between them. Â
âRafe, can youâŚâ Â
âCan I what, hm? Play with you a little?â He says as he slips a hand in her panties, fingers petting at her puffy clit and a loud moan leaves her when she lifts the fabric of her shirt up in order to have a better view. Â
âDidnât know you were such a dirty girl. Getting real fucking wet from me just being close to you, yeah?â His thumb rubs lazy circles on her sensitive button, making her cry out his name as she presses down harder against his cock.Â
âShit, gonna come in my fucking pants if you keep doing that. You wanna know what else was in my dream?âÂ
She nods, frantic. Â
âI pushed this little piece of fabric here to the side,â he says as he plucks at her underwear, doing just that. âAnd then, I did this,â he mutters as he takes himself out from the confines and her eyes round out as she looks down at it in his palm, mesmerized. He thuds the head of his cock on her clit, one, two, three times, and then smears it on her sticky folds, painting it up and down her soaked cunt. Â
âRafeâŚâ she whines, desperate to feel him inside her. Unfortunately for her, heâs feeling a little mean, pressing just the tip inside her tight hole, slowly pushing in and out, turning her into a whimpering mess. The hydrangea blue of his eyes is locked down to where they connect, fascinated. Â
âFuck, Sweetheart, does that feel nice?â He asks, swiping a thumb over her swollen bud, tucking his cock in a little deeper, forcing a loud noise to leave her throat. Â
âFeels so good, Rafe, I think Iâm gonnaâŚâ she trails off, lids heavy as she stretches around him. Â
âYouâre gonna come already?â he chuckles, amusement coating his face, nudging his dick about halfway in and out, never fully plunging it inside of her though. Â
âYou feel so good, I canâtâ canât hold it,â water droplets are gathering in the corners of her eyes, catching to her lashes as teary eyes look into larimar and she rolls her hips against him, chasing after some sort of release.Â
âShit, go on then, let me feel you soak my cock, yeah?â He encourages her and she doesnât need to be told twice; crying out and throbbing around him, hips stuttering as her cunt pulses and sheâs unspooling on top of him.Â
âThere you go, just fucking give it to me,â he grunts and all of a sudden, he feels his own orgasm approaching; rolling down a hill like a landslide. Sheâs squeezing around him so tight, he canât help but thrust his hips into her, a guttural moan leaving him when he stuffs his cock profoundly into her, to the hilt. Â
He stills inside her and then heâs groaning out when his cum gushes out from his drippy tip, coating her gummy walls in white, filling her to the brim; making her feel so full. She thinks she could die happy right now. Â
Thereâs so much of it, to the point where the sticky substance begins to seep out from where theyâre connected as they both pant, trying to even out their breathing. Â
She turns into something mellow in his arms, slumping down against him, burying her face in his neck as he draws sluggish circles on her back, calming her down with tender words spoken in gentle murmurs. Â
âDid so good for me, shit, we should do this more often, yeah?â He says with a sleepy tinge. Â Â
And sheâs completely out of it, head as empty as ever, merely managing an amorphous hum in agreement; tumbling down a slippery slide right back into a nebulous slumber.Â
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Strawberry Shortcake | Toji x Bratty!Reader | ĺŞčĄĺťťćŚ
synopsis: You have to breed with the Zen'in clan's biggest liability. You refuse and he plays some games with you.
Contains: jealousy, mind games from Toji's side, humiliation, breeding, doggy, full Nelson, BASICALLY HATE FUCKING.
Word count: 3k
Toji doesnât want to marry you. Not because itâs you, just because, well, he doesnât want to marry anyone. He doesnât want to listen to the Zenin clan at all. Marrying him off to the highest bidder, your parents, because he wasnât a sorcerer. He hates you by association, even though itâs not your fault. But this marriage, should be rather, interesting.
âThey expect me to breed with you?â
Toji asks you after the ceremony, sprawled on the futon. The Zenin clan had asked you to take his last name: Fushiguro.
All you did was ignore him, you hated this arrangement, All you wanted was freedom. You sighed as you walked over to the window looking at the view of the city.Â
He watched you for a moment, studying your back as you move towards the window. He wasnât expecting you to be friendly; neither of you wanted this.
He stood up from the futon and walked over to you, stopping a few feet behind you.
âYou hate me,â he stated, his arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes continued to look you up and down intently.
âYou donât even want to spend a single night with me, do you?â
"Hate is a strong word " you stated to him, giving him a side eye.
You turned back around to look at the view of the city. You looked down at the ring on your finger, so much shit has past you by and all you did was blink.
He stepped forward, standing right behind you, so you can practically feel his body heat. He lets out a quiet chuckle as his eyes move to your hand, where the ring is.
âThe ring looks good on you, darling.â His breath fans over your ear and he places a hand on the window, effectively trapping you between the window and him.
âAt least I get to look at this pretty face every day now.â
"You're so thoughtful." You said to him sarcastically.
You walk away from the window and roam into the kitchen. Not much was going on. You whipped out your phone and started texting friends.
There wasn't really much you or your new husband could do. It was clear as day you two weren't exactly fond of this wedding arrangement. As soon as you said "I do" and we're officially married, you immediately took the money your parents gave you and cut contact.
He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching you silently. He was trying to get a read on you. You didnât speak to him much, and he had no idea how you might take things.
He wasnât expecting to be met with sarcasm, that was for sure. Toji smirked, leaning against the counter. âAre you gonna act like that every time I open my mouth?â he called out to you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âOr should I just get a ball gag ready for you every night?â
You scoffed at his suggestions, and tried to shoo him off. He was unbelievable. For a man who didn't wanna be tied down he's really committed to his role as the husband. You scanned him up and down, if it weren't for the fact he wa s apiece of work, you admitted he was pretty attractive.Â
"Real immature. Are you sure you can keep up with me, old man?"
He chuckled, finding your irritation entertaining. âWhoâs old?â He pushed himself off the counter and slowly stalked towards you. âIf you think Iâm old, you think wrong, darling.â
He reached you, putting a hand on either side of you on the counter, trapping you once again. He loomed over you, his face was nearly touching yours as he tilted his head slightly. âAnd I think Iâll be able to keep up with you just fine, wife.â
"I have a name, old man." You sneered at him trying to get away from him.
He was entertained with the way you kept trying to get away from him. But every time, heâd find a way close the distance. He liked taunting you, seeing you get all riled up.
He chuckled again, putting a finger on your chin and forcing you to look at him. âI know you do, darling,â he said, using the nickname to annoy you even more. âBut I like calling you wife.â
All you could was frown at him, you continued to text on your phone. Checking messages and looking at old pictures. You looked at the ring again, and sighed.
âWho are you texting?â He asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone. âNew lover youâre gonna hide from your husband?â
He pushed his body against yours, trying to get a glimpse of your phone.
"Get over yourself, Fushiguro." You snapped at him, "I have more class than that. I'm not one of your floozies."
He smirked at that, putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close to him, making you drop your phone.
âFloozies?â He was amused. âAre you jealous, darling? Are you scared Iâm going to have women coming over night after night?â
"Why would I be jealous of a cocky old man?" You smack him away from you.
"Be so fucking for real right now."Â You walk off in a huff to a different room and slam the door.
He let out a low chuckle and smirked at your reaction. He was pushing your buttons, that was for sure, but he was enjoying it.
He casually followed you to the room you stormed off to and knocked on the door. âCome on, open the door, *wife*." He purposely used the word again, knowing youâd get annoyed. âDonât you know itâs not nice to lock yourself away from your husband?â
"Let's face facts, you obviously want your freedom, so why don't you just go?"
He pushed open the door and walked into the room, standing at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
âAnd go where, exactly?â he replied with a smirk. âIâve been told by the head of the clan that itâs my duty to breed you. Youâre stuck with me, whether you like it or not, darling.â
"Go stick your sword up your ass, geezer." You hug your knees and just look away from him.
He chuckled at your words. âIs that anyway to talk to your husband?â he replied, his voice taunting. âWhat a filthy mouth.â
He pushed himself off the bed and walked towards you, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. âWatch it, *wife*. I can punish you for that attitude.â
You move yourself away from him once more. You weren't in the mood for this bullshit. You give your husband the middle finger and stepped out the apartment for a while. He watched you storm out with a smirk. It was too easy to rile you up, but it was also kind of fun, messing with you.
He got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly so he could see you. He didnât plan on letting you stay out for the rest of the night, but he would at least let you cool off first. You wandered off into the nice, cool night. You looked around, and people were just chatting away, dancing and laughing. The work day was over for most people, as normal they were heading to bars and have some fun.
He watched you walk off through the streets of the city. He didnât plan on letting you be out for too long. He wanted to see if youâd make an attempt to get away.
There were plenty of bars and other people around, and the thought of you sneaking off with one of them didnât settle well with him. He couldnât exactly blame you, he wouldnât want to be with him either, but he was your husband now. It was his duty to keep you by his side and it was your job to obey.
You were alone in a bar, drinking your sorrows away. You hated this arrangement. But something about you seemed to attract a lot of unwanted attention.Â
A few men in the bar had taken an interest in you as you sat there drinking alone. Their eyes were on you, their gazes lingering on your form. Some glanced at you and smirked, while others sent winks your way.
You decided to ignore the attention and drink away. You don't know why your "husband" always managed to get under your skin, but he did it a little too well.
The attention was starting to get annoying. It was obvious they were hitting on you, but you just wanted to drink alone and deal with your problems in peace, not be bothered by some lowlifes.
One of the men approached you, sliding into the seat next to you. âHey there, beautiful. You alone?â he said with a smirk.
"Look, whatever you want, I'm not entirely interested at the moment." You dismissed them and looked at your drink.
It was a strawberry shortcake martini, your favorite.Â
The man raised his arms up in a surrender motion, laughing at your response. âJust asking. Canât blame a guy for wanting to chat up a pretty girl like you.â He put his arms on the counter and leaned on them, looking at you intently.
âYou look like you can use some company, though. You donât look very happy.â
"It's a long story. You wouldn't wanna hear it." You just muster.
âOh, but Iâm a very good listener. I promise, a pretty girl like you could tell me all her problems,â he smirked and leaned a bit closer to you. He clearly didnât understand your dismissive attitude.
Some of his friends looked over, one of them whispering something to the other, glancing over at the two of you.
"I'm stuck in an arrangement with someone and I just wanted to enjoy the single life a little longer."
The man nodded with a hum, listening intently. âArrangement, huh? Sounds like a shitty deal, being tied down to someone you donât really wanna be with.â
He paused for a moment. âWhoâs this person that has you tied down, if you donât mind me asking?â He gave you a smirk. âSome rich old geezer?â
"Some asshole named Toji Fushiguro." You answered bluntly.
The manâs eyes widened slightly at hearing the name. âToji Fushiguro, huh?â he repeated. âAnd heâs your husband now? Must not be that great of a guy if youâre drinking away your troubles.â
His eyes darted over to his friends at another table, who were watching carefully. They both seemed to be whispering and nodding to each other while glancing over occasionally.
"He's such a pain in the ass. I SWEAR." You continued to shit talk him, not acknowledging Toji's presence behind you. You then noticed the man you're talking to go pale.
"What?" You said to him
The man quickly looked behind you, seeing Toji now standing behind you. He paled and quickly averted his gaze, looking back at you.
âE-er, no reason.â
By now, Toji was clearly pissed off. He had been standing there for a while listening to you talking about how annoying he was and his hand was clenched into a fist.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's just an asshole." You laughed still not knowing he's behind you.
The man in front of you laughed along with your statement, but it was a clearly nervous laugh.
Toji had enough of listening to you talk badly about him. He reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, grip tight as he leaned down over your shoulder.
âDonât you think thatâs a little rude, wife? Calling your husband an âassholeâ.â
"OHâ" You yelled out and fell from your seat. You felt your heart beating out your chest.
Toji caught you before you could actually fall to the ground. He chuckled at you, an arrogant grin over his face as he held you against his chest. One of his hands was gripping your waist to keep you up while the other held your shoulder.
The man in front of you looked at the two of you, clearly startled and intimidated now that Toji had appeared.
"JESUS." You yelled out,
"Thanks for the heart attackâ"
Toji smirked at your words and pulled you closer to him. He wasnât gonna let you keep bad mouthing him to other people.
âSorry, princess. But you really should watch what you say.â
He nodded his head to the man you were talking to, who was now just staring at the two of you. âYou shouldnât talk about your husband l like that in public, right?â
"You don't even like me, why do you even CARE?" You raised your brow to him.
âCare?â Toji laughed at that, pulling you a little closer to him as he spoke.
âJust because I donât like you doesnât mean you can go around bad mouthing me, darling.â
He put a hand on your cheek, eyes looking down at you with a mocking gaze.
âIâm your husband, now. And I have a reputation. So you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours from calling me an âassholeâ again in public.â
"If I don't?" Your arms were crossed still waiting for some type of result.
Tojiâs smirk only widened at your question. He leaned down more near your ear, hand still grabbing your cheek as he spoke lowly.
âTry me, wife.â His tone darkened, a hint of a warning in his voice. âGo on. Call me an âasshholeâ again.â
You leaned in closer to him and doubled down on that promise.
"Ass..hole." you said as a sly remark.
Tojiâs grip on your waist and cheek only tightened at your words. His eyes darkened and he let out a scoff.
âOh, youâre really pushing my buttons, you know that?â
His voice was low, almost a growl. His lips were near your ear and his hand on your cheek moved to grip your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. You glare at him, and all he had was that a shit eating smirk on his face. The way you wanted to humble this man was atrocious. Before you could say or do anything he threw you over his shoulder and just stared at the man you were just chatting with.
You were kicking and yelling at him to let you go. You then notice as he started working, he was walking towards a bathroom.
The man just stood there as Toji picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He was a bit in shock, watching as Toji began to walk towards the bathrooms.
You continued to kick and yell at him, attempting to get away from him, but he just held you firmly.
He pushed open one of the bathroom doors and walked into it before kicking it shut behind him, locking the door for privacy.
"What the hell are youâ" your sentence stopped as his lips violently crashed into yours. You were in for a shock.
His lips were rough, pressing against yours with force as he grabbed you tightly. The suddenness of the kiss completely caught you off guard, and his grip on you showed he wasnât letting up.
He pushed you up against a wall, pinning you, and his lips only pressed harder into you.
You tried desperately to pull back, but you felt him bringing you back.
He only continued to press you against the wall, pinning you with his body. His hands gripped your hips and held you tightly, not letting you get away.
The kiss was rough and aggressive, his lips pressed hard against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and claiming it.
The more you pulled back, the more rough he got, eventually you just let it happened. He groaned against your lips when he felt you stop resisting, his tongue claiming your mouth still. His grip on your hips got tighter, body pressing against yours as he began pushing his thigh in between your legs.
It felt like one second you were clothed, the naked you were bent over in the stalls. You could feel his length and girth slowly going inside you. He groaned and growled as he bottomed out into you.
"Fuck.." he groaned to you.
Tojiâs thrusts were slow, but packed a forceful thrust. Your moans and skapping skin were echoing the bathroom, he had a firm grasps of your hips as he just watch your ass jiggle for minutes.
"What's the matter, wife?" He asked you as he pounded deeper into you. "You're awfully quiet, no shit talking?"
The faster we went, the more he got to see your ass jiggle. At this part you were like putty to him. You watched as he switched positions and you felt like you were going to explode. Toji groaned loudly as he unloaded inside you. You felt his warm seed inside of you, you were speechless.
Time had passed, and you were the first to come out the bathroom, your clothes a bit messy, but you basically got yourself prepped and ready.
Toji followed after you shortly, his clothes also a bit messy, but he looked relatively collected. He ran a hand through his messy hair and watched you.
âYou know,â he said, his voice a bit low. âYouâre a lot more fun when you lose the attutde, wife.â
"Shut up." Was all you could muster, but also couldn't help but feel your cheeks heating up.
Toji chuckled at your response, a smirk over his face. âYouâre still so feisty though. You never give in, do you?â
He stepped closer to you, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. He leaned down close to your ear, his voice a low whisper. âBut I do like that cute little flustered look on your face.â
All you could do was groan in embarrassment, as he laughed it off and took you home.
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đđ˘đ§đ¤ đđ¨đŽđŤ đđđđđĄ đđ¨ đđŤđ˘đ§đ¤ | choso kamo
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 6.4k (bro, wtf???)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: y'all watched that new ep, right? right. anywaysss, in celebration of choso [and yuuji]'s big fight being animated, i was thinking of vampy bf! choso for a few days and how cute/hot that would be! soooooo, enjoy~~ â and tysm for 2.6k!!
âSooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?â
âWhatever happened to âHowâs your day,â âYou doing okay,â or âYou still havenât offed yourself after midterms,â Nobara?â
âYeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.âÂ
âI swear to ChristâŚâ you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk.Â
The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams.Â
You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldnât cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide! Â
All four of you are depleted of fun; itâs non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hellâŚDespite that, though, thereâs one thing youâre always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. Youâve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But thatâs not the only thing youâre looking forward toâŚ
Because this weekend, youâll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you havenât seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuujiâs older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person youâd love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and heâs, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with.Â
Since the start of this semester, itâs been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought youâd never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Chosoâs place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And thatâs where youâre heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company.Â
âAll Iâm saying is,â the brunette starts on the other side of the line. âIf thereâs ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.â
âIâm sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?â You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. âBesides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt weâd ever think of having sex.â
âHmm, fair point âKNOCK KNOCKâ WHO IS IT!!?â You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobaraâs abrupt yelling. âSorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.âÂ
âThatâs fine. Iâm already at Chosoâs place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.â
ââKay, see ya later.â She bids you farewell. âAlso, if you two ever do it this weekend and you donât tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.â
âGood-fucking-bye, Nobara.â You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings.Â
In just the nick of time, you make it to Chosoâs townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug.Â
âY/n!â Heâs always so eager and chipper when he sees you. âI was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.â
You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. âOh, how come?â
âThe phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But donât worry, Iâll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.â He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. âChosoâs up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while Iâm gone.â
âAll right,â You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.
âDonât do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!â He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.
âI wonât; go get the pizza!â He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off.Â
Alone with ChosoâŚThe thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. Itâs been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriendâs arms is enough to wash off all the stress youâve pent up for the past couple of weeks.
With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if heâs been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hoursâŚOh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that meanâ
You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! Thatâs just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, itâs not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night â the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Donât think such horny shit, for Godâs sakeâŚ
You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriendâs door. âChocho?" You greet with a nickname. "Itâs me, Y/n. I just got here andââÂ
CRASH!!
The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. âCh-Choso? Everything all right?â
âY-Yeah, Iâm good,â you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. âJust wait, I gottaâOw!!â
You know you shouldnât have done what youâre about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.
You know you shouldnât have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension.Â
The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They mustâve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.
But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black âtattooâ on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smearedâŚ.IsâŚIs that blood?
Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. âY/nâŚJust stay calm for me, okay?â
The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesnât help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if youâre about to give way. So, what are you left to do?
You faint.
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He stares at you, and you stare at him.
He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.
Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead.Â
This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself â now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you havenât said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.
âSo,â you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. âThose pillsâŚare filled with blood?â
âYesâŚâ He admits with his gaze still not away from you.Â
âAnd you take them every day?â
âTwice a dayâŚâ
OkayâŚNext question, âAnd those small packets,â you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. âAlso blood?â He nods slowly. âHuman blood?â
He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. âNo, no! Itâs pigâs blood.â
Is that worse or better?? Never mindâ You then point to your set of canines. âAnd your teeth, Iâve never seen them that long...â
âThey only get like that when I donât drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panickedâŚâ
âOh my GodâŚâ Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. ââŚ..My boyfriend is a vampire.âÂ
Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didnât even mean for it to happen, at least not like this. Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that theyâre a blood-sucking monster? Itâs the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.
âThatâsâŚâ He cringes harder when you say more words. âSo...â Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what youâd think of him now. He could only assume the worst; itâs only natural. â...Cool!!â
Wait, what? Thatâs not what he expected. Way off, actually.
He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, ââsoâŚChoso!!â He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. âIâm asking you a question. So, since youâre a vampire, how come youâre not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?â
âYou mean that stuff from the books and movies?â He questions your logic, but itâs not your fault; heâs sure many others wouldâve asked the same. âI donât know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.â
You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. âHow come Yuuji isnât a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?â
âNo! No, he doesnât. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadoriâs mom, he didnât change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isnât fully a vampire. But I wouldnât blow past it if he has some characteristicsâŚâ
âI see.â Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why heâs so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has⌠âSo, how long have you been like this?â
âAlmost a hundred and thirty.âÂ
Woah. âAnd when haveâIâm sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?â
Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. âI started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pigâs blood for the past four decades.âÂ
âDo you ever have cravings for human blood?â Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.
âI do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and youâŚI guess it doesnât feel right that I do so, ya know.â
His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. Youâre sure it wasnât easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.
â..âŚHave you ever thought of biting me?âÂ
The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you donât regret asking because itâs not impossible to think of ever happening.
Chosoâs brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. ââŚYes.âÂ
Your expression doesnât change, remaining neutral. Thereâs no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesnât want to hurt you. Heâs very considerate, so no wonder heâd put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? ââŚWould you like to taste mine?â
His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. âA-Are you sure??â
You nod with a smile. âYup. I mean, itâs not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood â let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,â you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. âIf it were any other random vampire, Iâd probably throw garlic their way.âÂ
The man scoffs at your comment. âSomething also you see in books and movies, Y/n.â
âWhatever,â the two of you laugh at your silliness. âBut Iâm serious, Chocho. Iâm fine as long youâre the one doing it. So, go on.âÂ
A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through.Â
The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation.Â
And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you donât say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this â tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadnât experienced in a long timeâŚ
âChoso?â You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. âYou done there? Donât want you sucking my arm dry.â You jest to him.
He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. âMy bad.â
You tease him some more. âDo I taste that good to you?â You didnât expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. âOâOhâŚThatâs good to knowâŚâ You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. âCan I take care of it?âÂ
Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; heâs so adorable and shy about this. âMind I take the lead for a minute?â You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.
One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and itâs at this point that you two canât get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl.Â
Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his loâ WHAT THE FUCK!!??
His erection springs out from his underwear, and what youâre met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated â most definitely the longest youâve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that youâre practically stuck looking at it. AndâŚIs that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.
âHeh, you like what you see, princess?â Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?⌠Keep going.
Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what youâre doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.
He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.
âAhhh, ahhnn, oh shitâŚâ He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. âOh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so gooâNhhhh!!â
âReally?â You canât deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. âThatâs all that matters, then.â You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Chosoâs whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.
With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, itâs now or never.
With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: youâre giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know youâd probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that heâs feeling elated.
âHaahhâŚMmmphâŚY/n, your mouth feels so goodâOh shitâŚâ He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldnât cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasnât expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. ââKhhh, ohhhh, fuckâŚY/n, baby, IâmâAhahhh!!â
From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.
Yet it doesnât stop there; of course, it doesnât. Because Chosoâs cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning itâs inevitable that youâre going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is somethingâŚ
âY/n?â You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. âYou donât have to do the rest if you donât want, baby. I can take care of it.âHeâs so sweet looking out for you as heâs aware that youâre a little worried.Â
But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. âAs long as you take the lead, Iâll be fine, Chocho.â
Itâs his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt thatâs exposed for him. You chew on your lip, âItâs embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya knowâŚâ
âS-Sorry,â He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. âIâll go real slow, okay?âYou give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. âRelax for me, angel, relax.â He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you couldâve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside. Â
However, he doesnât move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and thereâs no amount of words to describe the disbelief youâre experiencing at this moment. âI feelâŚso full alreadyâŚâ You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.
âI know, princess,â he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everythingâs entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chosâs neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. ââMmmm, fuckinâ ChristâŚIâm gonna go start moving now, Y/n.â
You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, itâs surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something youâll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous.Â
âChosoâOhhhhâŚâ you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. âSo big, youâre so big for meâOhooo!â
ââMmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princessâŚShiiiitââ The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.
âAhahhnn!! ChâChosooo!!âÂ
Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now⌠He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth.Â
You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.
ââNnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, OhmyfuckinâGoâHhmmff!!â Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. âChosooo!! Yer handsss, youâre gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!â
Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails youâre about to come on him any second now. âGo on, my angel. Ring me outâHnnghh!! So fuckinâ tightâŚâ
Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, itâs apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies.Â
The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease.Â
âLet you have a taste, now youâre already hooked, huhâŚâ
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Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin â as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds.Â
âYou know,â You hum along as he takes care of your body. âI didnât think youâd be that much of a biter.â
âSorry,â he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. âGot a little carried awayâŚâ
You giggle. âNo need to apologize, Chocho.â The nickname has him blush harder. Heâs so cute when heâs flustered. âJust goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.â
His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. ââŚDid you?â Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. âDid you enjoy it?â
You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess heâd probably think you didnât like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasnât the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him.Â
With a warm smile, you let him know, âYes, I did. I had a great time.â Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. âHey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didnât.â
 âHmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,â He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. âBut I donât want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.â
âWait, you don't want me to be a vampire?â
âI mean, thatâs up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, thatâs only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.â
You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you.Â
âYouâre so sweet, you know that?â You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. âChocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. Iâm sure itâs been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something youâre not, especially with me. So, again, thank youâŚHowever, I canât really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.â
You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: âSo, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, Iâll let you know. Sounds good?â
The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. âIâm cool with that.â
You nod. âCool.â
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ââŚYou want more of my blood, huh.â
ââŚ..Iâm sorry,â you laugh at his awkwardness. âYou just smell so good. And you taste sweetâŚâ
âIn that case,â you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. âHave one last taste.â
Thereâs hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows youâre complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasnât too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it.Â
And who knows? Perhaps youâll grow to love the sensation soon enough.
âYo! Iâm back!â The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. âI got the pizzas and left them on top of the ovenââ
The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine whatâs going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.
Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Chosoâs mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.
Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.
He fainted.
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Waiting Room Problems | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader | 18+ |
Summary: a rough landing in a fight with your brother causes you to land in a crowded waiting room. Meanwhile a rough deal also sends Eddie the same fate. Somehow, somehow you try to keep your eyes on your phone and off his tiny little waist. It proves... difficult.
Warnings: strangers to lovers, fleeting glances, slightly cocky Eddie, sex in a public bathroom (trust me on this, just trust me), and general horniness at Eddie's general appearance, unprotected piv, against the wall fucking, deep throating, daddy kink
Authors note: I just spent 8 hours last night (when | wrote this) in the fucking waiting room. At two hours in a guy came in and he radiated Eddie's energy so my mind ran away with it. (Everything is ok).
Thanks for the hype on the preview! Hopefully this lives up to the hype
Thanks so much to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing bestie â¤ď¸
As the night swallows you whole, you sit in your momâs passenger seat of her car as she drives you to the ER. While roughhousing with your older brother you landed on your hand wrong and bent it way back. Itâs definitely not broken, but it for sure needs to be looked at.
As the lights of the night pass you by, you insist youâre fine and the sprain will heal after a few days. Your mom, however, was having none of it as you rolled your eyes in exasperation.
Sheâs as stubborn as you are, so you sit arms crossed as you know you have no choice. Ouch, ok, crossing your arms was a bad idea.
She wishes you well, her kind eyes wide as she leans over to ask you to keep her updated. You canât help it, slamming the door after letting her know you will. You shouldâve been enjoying some spiked eggnog and watching holiday movies, but now youâre spending Christmas Eve in the ER.
The large window to the waiting room lets you know thereâs already a long line up just waiting for the triage and most seats are taken. Fuck, youâre in for a long night.
The kind and sunny nurse takes your vitals and information, gently assessing your symptoms and palpating your wrist carefully. She lets you know itâs definitely sprained and will need a gauze wrap.
Soon, you find yourself sitting in a brown, cracked, leather chair sitting close to a man who is coughing up a lung and groaning in pain after each bout. Not that there are many options to begin with.
Your phone in your hand and your charger in your bag, you sit comfortably and wait for your name to get called as you look at memes and watch videos with one headphone in.
Ninety minutes goes by while your best friend texts you to keep you busy and entertained, not even noticing youâve been waiting for so long. Thank god for her.
For the first time in a while, you look up to assess the state of the waiting room. As far as you recall, about five people have been called to the back. Those seats have been replaced with new patients and their support, what seems to be a never-ending cycle.
Your eyes flick to someone who walks into the line that is long enough to extend into the hallway, stepping up a place in line and finally into the actual waiting room. Your eyes scan him, the boots, the ripped jeans, the leather jacket covering a graphic tee, all leading up to his shaggy brown hair and gorgeous face.
Your mouth partially opens, momentarily taken aback by how unbelievably hot he is. There doesnât seem to be anything wrong, at least, until you notice the tear in his shirt peeking at white gauze on his torso. From the stain, itâs clear he was injured.
His face doesnât reflect such, patiently waiting as the two triage nurses take their time. By the third time he blinks, you realize youâve been staring and shift your eyes back down to your phone.
As the line moves, his boots in the corner of your eye, you grow increasingly aware of how much you want to continue staring at him. Something about him is just so enticing, drawing you in. Especially his lack of response to a wound as such.
Time passes on and soon you find yourself bored of the videos and turn on your Spotify to the comfort playlist. Your eyes flicker to the triage station, wandering around the room aimlessly. Unfortunately, it lands on the stranger youâve been lingering on and witnesses him lifting his shirt to show the nurse the reason for his visit.
The black shirt lifts to show a slim waist scattered in black and grey tattoos, lifting the white gauze to reveal a gnarly wound. You canât tell but from its shape it looks to be a stab wound. However gory his uncovered wound looks; you canât help but stare at his bare torso.
Then, it fucking happens. His eyes flicker to you, for a fraction of second, he keeps the eye contact. His mouth twitches, leaning into something youâd call a smirk. As a reflex you shift your eyes away from him, cheeks heating up in embarrassment from getting caught.
You spend the next few minutes convincing yourself that it was all in your head, and that for all he knew you were zoned out and happened to be zoned out on him. It feels like a reach, especially with his torso as revealed as it was.
Time itself blurs as you zone out on your phone, attempting to distract yourself from your thumping heart and the arousal that pools into your cotton underwear. A shift in movement catches your eye, blurred and black in your periphery.
Your eyes by reflex glance up, catching a glimpse of him slouching in his chair, a foot resting on the other as knee he uses wired headphones and stares at whateverâs on his phone. Somehow, his confidence at making himself at home is still attractive, drool gathering in your mouth.
You look down at your phone before he catches you again, this visit at the ER sending a thrill through you that you didnât expect in the least.
More and more people get called to the back, and you're still stuck waiting. Everyone who youâve told is surprised to say the least that itâs been hours and youâre still just in the waiting room. You donât mind though, sneaking glances at the beautiful stranger has become your favourite pastime.
Four hours in, if someone asked your highlight it would be when he head-banged to whatever assumingly heavy metal band he listens to. By the time the nurse calls your name to the back, it takes a strong second place.
About twenty minutes pass before itâs your turn for a bed, and you are let your eyes wander around, now bored of your phone. As they do, they catch sight of the man youâve kept an eye on yawning in a big stretch. What this yawn has you so captivated by is the sliver of skin his stretch reveals, and the curly brown treasure trail that peeks from just above the hem of his low sitting jeans.
Your mouth floods with saliva. With your mouth agape and eyes subtly widened, you canât help but gawk at him. Something about the way you suddenly picture yourself pulling him into the bathroom to nuzzle into his hair takes you aback just a little bit.
Time slows down for you, stretching into hours, but it's only seconds. Finally, as his body relaxes from the stretch you turn your eyes back to his face, hoping he didnât see your fleeting glance. Startlingly, his eyes are already on yours. This time you canât find it in you to look away in embarrassment. As if reading your mind, he smirks right at you, and you swear his brown eyes darken a shade.
This time for sure, he caught you. He doesnât seem to care one way or the other, arms crossing over his chest as he keeps his smug expression right on you.
Itâs hard to resist the smile as you go back to your phone, promising to yourself that you will remember his face for as long as you can.
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Eddie thanks Gareth for dropping him off at the hospital, gritting his teeth at the slight pain stretching his torso gives him.
As he wanders into the hospital, his eyes take in the crowded waiting room and he groans, wishing the wound wasnât so fucking deep.
He got stabbed. He got fucking stabbed. Wayne is going to kill him when he finds out he got into a fight, especially one where knives were in the crossfire. He couldnât even say how the situation got so heated so quickly, just another fight in a parking lot after a deal goes sour.
The guy pulled a fucking knife on him, pushed it into his torso and ran off with the goods before Eddie could even realize he had been harmed.
All for fucking weed. Wasnât even cocaine!
It takes a stupid amount of time for him to finally get to the nurse. She tells him to sit down for his vitals, and he refuses, wanting to show the wound and get it out of the way.
He lifts his shirt at her request, showing the darkened gauze and hissing as she takes a closer look at the wound when itâs removed. Eddie realizes the irony of exposing his chest in the triage, looking up to face the windows that allow other patients to see through.
He does a quick scan of the room, no one having seemed to notice how heâs shirtless. No one, but you. He saw you when he walked in, you were on your phone with one earbud in as you tapped your feet to whatever beat you were listening to. He thought you were cute, his mouth twitching in a smile as he notices youâre cradling one arm across your chest.
It couldnât have been confused with zoning out, your mouth in a small O shape you openly stare at him. The look you have on your face is enough to turn Eddie on a little, having the urge to caress your face as you look up at him with those same wide eyes. His mouth twitches as he thinks of it, the thought enough to distract him from the shooting pain in his chest.
Your eyes dart away as soon as it registers that heâs looking back at you. His smile widens even more as you sink in your seat, your eyes glazing over as you scroll through your phone. Made him want to embarrass you more, in much worse ways.
After the nurse takes his vitals, heâs instructed to sit down, thanking some deity that the seat across from you is freed. Youâre keeping yourself distracted, much to his dismay, so kicks his shoe to grab your attention, placing it on his other knee.
It works as well as he hopes, your eyes flickering up to him. He canât help but look as if he canât be bothered. In the corner of his eye, you look back to your own phone, biting your lip.
Eddie spends the next little bit getting your attention however he can, wondering how much it takes for your eyes to wander back to him. By trial and error, not much. He turns on a heavy metal band, nodding his head enthusiastically to the loud drum beats.
As time goes on, he gets more bored and waits impatiently for his name to be called. He figured stitches would be a priority, no? Itâs past his bedtime, he decides, as he yawns a big stretch, despite the pain he causes for himself.
As he does, he catches the way your eyes are glued to him, particularly the strip of skin his shirt lifts to show. In real time, Eddie witnesses your eyes glaze over and how your teeth nervously graze your bottom lip. Whatever was on your mind, he desperately wanted to know, mesmerized at the way your throat swallows.
Finally, you make eye contact with him, and Eddie needs to let you know how much he just saw, your lust for him clear as day. He canât lie, the feeling is entirely mutual, the look on your face is something he wants to see over and over as he railsâ heâs getting ahead of himself.
Instead, he opts for a smirk, admiring the way your pretty eyes hold his gaze this time. He relaxes back into his chair, daring you to say something as he smiles with a hint of satisfactionâŚand all the cockiness his body can handle.
You shyly look back at your phone, failing to hide the smile that invades your face. It takes Eddie a moment to gain the courage, but he finally decides he canât let you go if he's nursing a hard on in the fucking waiting room from your gaze alone.
By the time he finds a pen and paper to give your number, heâs writing it down when the nurse calls your name.
Eddie sighs, watching your ass in those jeans as you walk away. Just his luck.
-
As the new year passes, the memory of the hot stranger in the waiting room fades, much to your dismay.
The very night you had a dream where he meets you in some sort of dark room, tugging down your jeans you were wearing and wrapping those hands around your neck as he fucked you from behind.
Your hyperventilating mixed with the way your cunt spasmed as you came woke you up, taking a minute to catch your breath. That morning you groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more but to track him down.
Days passed and soon youâre in the grocery store, arm still wrapped for another week as you walk around the store for some basics. Milk, eggs, bread, all on your motherâs tab, of course. You were two seconds away from pushing your small cart to the checkout counter when you remember you're out of mouthwash.
As you try to decide whether to grab the one you liked which was not on sale or the one that was, a set of footsteps pass and settle right next to you, the customer also assessing mouth hygiene products.
The person's foot tapped, and by reflex you switch your glance down to the sound, and immediately recognize the boots. Your head moves up so fast you swear you give yourself whiplash to his face, facing the shaggy locks you found yourself obsessed with that night in the ER.
âOh shitâ you say out loud, before you could even stop it.
His eyes flicker to yours and recognize you off the bat. His smile gives way to deep dimples. Heâs exactly as hot as you remember, if not more.
Of course, you canât find it in yourself to assume he recognizes you, even if his eyes spell it out for you. âSorry, I-I just remember you from the ER last month. Howâs that stab wound?â
He chuckles, something that makes your legs clench together. âUh, itâs better.â He comments, lifting his shirt to demonstrate. Is it unnecessary for Eddie to show his stitches? Absolutely. Did he do it for the visual reaction he missed so much? Also, yes.
Unfortunately, his bare waist is gone as soon as it appears, barely giving you a second to take in the purple stitches. You bite your lip as you glance at his face, his smirk displayed almost driving a whimper out of you.
âHowâs your arm?â
âWhat?â You ask, incredibly distracted by the everything about him.
He chuckles pointing to the wrapped arm you canât use as you shopped but to push the cart. âOh, one more week then Iâm free.â You comment, indicating the gauze.
âThatâs good.â He comments, switching his glance back to the toothbrushes he was glancing at earlier.
How are you already messing this up? Might as well cut your losses. âAlright, nice seeing you, again.â
âWhoa, whoa.â He says, grabbing at your uninjured arm before you make your hasty exit. Your eyes peer at him curiously, wondering what he couldâve possibly wanted. âHere,â
His hands move to the leather jacket and grab a folded piece of paper to hand out to you. âWhatâs that?â
âMy numberâ he answers, stating the obvious. âShoot me a text, call me, I donât care. Just do it. Please.â
âYouâre really giving your number on a piece of paper?â You ask, tilting your head and forgetting your nervousness for two seconds. âWhat is this, 1986?â
He laughs, deep and whole, and for some reason it causes a heart palpitation. âYeah, I guess I am. I planned on giving it to you at the ER, but the nurse whisked you away before I could.â
âHuh?â You ask, your brain short circuiting.
He laughs again as you accept the number, your hands holding onto it tightly as if it might disappear. He picks a toothbrush, seemingly at random and examines it, shrugging as he tosses it into his basket. âCall me,â he says, winking, and walks away from where he came from.
As he walks away, his cologne invades your senses, breath stuttering as you breathe him in. Oh, you are definitely calling him.
As soon as youâre checked out, you find yourself having to use the bathroom, so you wander to the back of the store and down the hall where the single unisex bathroom is.
Itâs locked, so you check your phone as you wait, leg shaking to distract yourself from the need. When the bathroom door opens, you look up to face the patron and your brain deflates.
âHoly shit.â You gasp, facing the kind stranger, whose name you learned is Eddie from the number he gave you. You stare at one another, taking each other in, your breath heavy and your heartbeat in your ears. Why were you here, again?
Instantaneously, his hands are grabbing at the fabric of your winter jacket, tugging you forward as he places his lips on yours. Your bags drop from your hands as you gasp in surprise, your brain taking a moment to catch up.
As soon as it does, you grab onto his jacket and kiss him back, meeting his enthusiasm feverishly. His tongue darts out to meet yours, you accept it wholeheartedly, taking in how weak his lips alone make you feel.
Eddie starts to pull you backwards and into the bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, youâre pushed up against the wall, whimpering as he moves his body against you. âFuck.â He whispers against your lips, taking a moment to catch his breath.
You hum in response, lips reaching for him again. As you do, your hands sneak past his jacket and onto his t-shirt, clutching at the fabric as you finally feel up his torso.
âNuh uh.â He tsks, pulling back from you. When you pout, he laughs and gives you a look of pity. âI just gotta know one thing, there, sweetheart.â
âAnything.â You promise, not knowing what youâre getting into. You just wanted his lips back on yours.
âAnything, huh?â He asks, slightly taunting you. âOkay.â He leans down, breathing down your neck as he places his lips by your ear. âWhat were you thinking about in that waiting room while you ogled me, sweetheart?â
Okay, not that. You sigh in embarrassment, learning he knew exactly what you were thinking while you gawked at his chest, gawked at him.
âDonât act all embarrassed, now.â He chides, observing how your eyes widen just how he remembered. âTell me. Tell me and weâll do every raunchy little thing that pretty brain came up with.â He taps the tip of your nose gently with the pad of his finger. You wish he'd shove it past your lips.
Your eyes widen as the arousal floods the panties you wear. All you can do is breathe hard and attempt to find the words.
âLet me help you.â He says, shifting his weight against you slightly. âWas it my hands down those tight ass jeans you were wearing?â You gasp as his fingers barely graze your jeansâ waistband. âOr even better was my tongue on that wet cunt of yours?â You shake your head no, as much as you wanted both of those things. You didnât even get that far. âWere you on your pretty knees?â Finally, you nod, confirming exactly what you were thinking about.
âYour cock was down my throat while I nuzzled yourâŚâ you trail off, lifting his shirt to see the patch of hair again, âoh my god.â
He chuckles, rewarding you with a wet and dirty kiss. All too soon, he pulls away. âThen what, baby?â
Your mind is dumb, trying to come up with it. âThenâŚthen you bent me over and fucked meââ you whine as his knee bucks up between your legs and makes harsh contact with your cunt, âwith your hand around my throat.â
âJesus Christ,â he swears, teeth gritted as he gives you a look at screams with lust. âBelieve me, if you asked, I wouldâve.â
âYeah?â You ask, licking your lips as your head leans back into the door. âWhat about your cut?â
âTo hell with my cut! I had a pretty girl practically giving me the eyes, you think I care about some little scratch?â
You stare at him in disbelief, your body and breaths stilling for a minute. âThen do it.â
Eddie smirks at you, and you stare at his pretty pink lips as he leans in and kisses you, both impossibly dirty and sweet simultaneously. Eddieâs knee contacts your cunt again, this time forcing a moan out your lips. Blindly you move your hand down his chest, finally gripping the hard-on straining against the fabric of his jeans.
He gives you his first moan, a sound that opens the floodgates. âWanna get on those knees for me, baby?â
You nod, giving one last kiss to the spot where his jaw meets his neck. Slowly, you kiss your way down his body where finally you find yourself face to face with the cock thatâs pushing its way out of his pants. You fumble with the button for a second before you finally reveal him, and itâs so much better than you couldâve imagined.
So much bigger, too.
You smile up at him through your eyelashes, grateful for fates allowing you in the same place at the same time. He places his hand under your chin, licking his lips as he examines your expression of desire. âSuck my cock, baby.â
You eye his treasure trail, dipping your nose into it as you inhale his musk, uninjured hand wrapping around his thick girth. You mewl at the scent; the aroma is even better than you had imagined. One of his large hands slides itself gently along your cheek, his long thumb stroking at the apple of your sweet smile. You stare up at him, kissing the underside of the head of his cock with wet lips. Your tongue pokes out, flat as you lick it slowly, taking your sweet time, admiring the way he lets out whimpers.
âOhâŚshit.â
This urges you to wrap your lips around the head, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck on it gently. You take your lips off him, spitting the excess saliva in your mouth onto his shaft, your hand slowly moves up and down, jerking his length to spread the slick along his cock. The shine is pretty, the spit accentuating the pink blush.
âPretty cock,â you compliment him, laughing breathily as you go cross-eyed just staring at it. âTastes better than I thought it would.â
âDid you think about tasting my cock, sweet girl?â
You wrap your lips around him again, bobbing your head up and down as you confirm what he asked with a simple hum. Heâs big, the tip hitting the back of your mouth and that wasnât even half of it. You choke on him, the guttural sounds echoing loudly against the tiled walls. A want of more of him in your mouth invades your mind, not tasting nearly enough of him.
You attempt to take in more of him, choking on it even more but struggling to, despite the desperate need. âSettle down, sweet girl,â he mutters, harshly brushing his fingers against your cheek as he peers down at you. âRelax your throat. Take all those tense muscles and relax âem.â You think about it, letting those reflexes remain tense to rest. Youâre holding back more saliva, but you fail to realize it until your mouth is flooded with spit, overflowing past the barrier of your lips. âOh, good girl.â
It's alien but mind numbingly arousing as you feel him move down your throat, moaning around him. His fingers comb through your hair, and roughly move against your scalp. âThatâs it, breathe through your nose, sweets.â
The heel of his palms rest on your forehead, moving you up and down his cock. You find it stupidly easy to submit to him, the tip hitting roughly against the back of your throat. His groans are louder than the guck, guck, guck that are hitting wall to wall against the tiles. Heâs brutal about it, increasing his speed from 0 to 100 quick as a thought.
Hot tears spill over your water line down your cheeks, trailing the makeup you wear down to your throat. Your hands weave themselves against the cotton of his t-shirt, fighting to keep letting him fuck your throat. âYouâre so damn good at this, sweetheart, pretty little mouth working so well.â
He finally lets go, poking his cock against the inside of your cheek one last time, appreciating the swell as the glistening from your tears shine on your face. He uses his thumb to lift your chin up to him, his darkened eyes raking over your face. His pink lips parted, his dilated pupils, the heaving of his chest, thereâs nothing youâd want more than to earn this gaze again. âCâmere.â
He lifts you by your chin up to kiss you, dirtily lacing his tongue against yours. âWhat a good girl you are, taking it so well.â A smile lights up your face from his praise. He tugs you back in for another one, a hum vibrating against his lips. A hand of his trails down your body, single handedly unbuttoning your jeans. âGood work like that deserves a reward, hmm?â
His large hand moves past the opened fly and works itself against your panties. A gasp escapes your mouth only at the touch of his fingers on your covered folds, mewling as he keeps his eyes trained on yours. Heâs not even really moving them against you, but just his touch gives you some of the pressure you needed. âChrist, youâre wet,â he comments, dipping his head to work his tongue against your pulse. âChoking on my cock really got you off, huh?â
You nod, eagerly agreeing with him. âSo big.â
He smirks, pressing pressure on your clothed folds, in small circles. âYou like my big cock, huh? Is it as big as you thought it would be?â
âBigger,â you gasp, hands grabbing on any clothes he wears anxiously.
His finger easily moves the fabric aside, finger attaching itself right to your clit. The pleasure is good, eyes fluttering closed as it grows startlingly fast. âFuck,â you swear, your voice rough. âEddie.â
âHmm, close?â You nod, despite the embarrassment that floods your senses. âI havenât even started to touch you yet, baby. I still wanted to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my fingers.â
His actions mimic his words, inserting two fingers hastily into you, moving them expertly as they fuck you. With how wet you are, his two digits slide in easily. Theyâre long, reaching a depth in you that you could only dream about. You gush around him, music to his ears as your whimpers grow more and more pathetic. His thumb touches your clit again, rubbing frantically.
You gasp, mewling as his teeth start to nibble skillfully along the length of your neck. âOh my god.â
Eddieâs tongue licks a sinfully long stripe up your neck to your ear, his voice intense and husky. âCum all over my fingers, sweetheart, make a fucking mess for me.â Your hand tangles into his hair, gripping at his root. You stutter through a sentence of whines and half-finished words, failing to convey how good his fucking fingers make you feel. âSo pathetic, huh?â
The words that you wanted to say were, you make me feel so good. Instead, you say, âM-ak-m, so-so good.â
Your good arm wraps itself around his shoulders, pulling his body against yours. Against your better judgment, your other hand moves his chin so your lips kiss his desperately, wanting every wet touch of them on yours. Your whimper into his mouth, pussy fluttering around his fingers as you finally cum, drenching his fingers just as he had requested.
âThere she is,â he mutters, his flat palm moving under your jacket and shirt and grazing gently along your bare torso.
It takes you a second to recover from it, still feeling the effects of it throughout your body as it lingers. You unzip your jacket, letting it fall on the bathroom floor. You canât find it in yourself to care for the moment, but it will find itself in the wash later. As itâs a walk-in bathroom, there are poles next and adjacent to the toilet. Perfect.
âFuck me?â You ask, eyes glazed over as they reach his.
He chuckles, hands landing on your hips. Your jeans are pushed down your legs, resting just below your knees. âI thought you'd never ask, sweets.â
You grin, pushing his jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. Before it even hits the floor, you grab onto the fabric of his shirt and step backward over your own jacket to pull him across the room to the said metal bar installed on the wall.
His fingers slink into his pocket thatâs now down his leg, holding a condom between you and him. You pick it up from his fingers and fling it across the room. âIâm on birth control.â
Eddieâs hands grab under your legs when your back hits the wall, supporting you surprisingly well as your ass rests on his forearms.
He sighs, eyes half mooned as he stares down at you. âMy arms are occupied, mind helping me out here?â
You giggle, spitting on your hand and grabbing between the two of you at the cock that keeps brushing against your inner thigh, moving it against your entrance. It slides in easily, the mushroom tip pushing in as two of you moan in sync. Your hand moves to the bar on the wall, starting to help him as you lean some of your weight onto it.
âHow is your pussy even better than I thought itâd be?â Eddie asks, gasping in uneven breaths.
âSo, so full,â you gasp back, his size far bigger than youâve ever had. âSo big.â
âYouâre fucking tight, sweets.â He mutters, jaw dropping as he watches you watching him.
âMove.â You urge him, the stretch too much yet his still hips are driving you crazy. âNeed you to move,â It comes out as a pathetic whine and you know it, but youâre long past caring at this point.
âSay no more,â Eddie mutters, starting to move slowly, his hips rolling perfectly against you.
He hits deep and he hits hard. âJust like that! Fuck!â
âYour pussy, fuck, baby, yours is just a new fucking standard!â
You curl into his neck, nipping and starting to mark the pale skin with purple, teeth digging in harder the faster and harder he fucks. You canât answer his compliment, but the way you tighten around him is confirmation enough that you are in complete agreement with him. Itâs like he knows exactly how you like it before you tell him, intuitively knowing you before even has the opportunity to find out.
He watches every reaction you give him carefully, how your legs tighten around his waist, your hands twisting themselves in his shirt, the mewls that leave your mouth mixed with words that you never finish, he takes every hint as gospel. Heâs always intuitive to what a partner of his needs, but youâre a special case, every reaction you give him only makes him insatiable for more. The way your eyes roll back in your head is everything heâs ever wanted to see from you and more, never could he have imagined anything like this when you glanced at him in the E.R.
âFuck, your pussy is so good, Iâm gonna cum, sweets,â Eddie moans, fingers digging into your bare thigh, the pressure surely bruising the skin.
âChoke me.â You gasp, voice desperate for him.
âHands are occupied, babe.â He answers, gruff and brows furrowed.
You tap the bar, using both hands now. âI got it.â
He whines, high-pitched and gorgeous. The kind of whine you listen to on men whimpering audios. Maybe you can make it happen more. Maybe one day heâll let you worship him for a few hoursâŚthe idea is enticing. His large hand wraps itself around your throat, the metal of his rings causing harsh friction on your neck. He admires the way you revel in it, tongue poking out of your mouth like the slut you are for him. âYouâre more of a slut than I thought you are, hmm?â
You nod, his strong arm flexed and mouth watering. The drool that slips down your tongue is pure proof of it, dampening your shirt in a little streak.
âWhat a good little pathetic slut,â he grins, rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His grip tightens, only enough to send stars in your vision.
You tap his arm, begging him for air. âA slut for you.â You gasp, whining for him. âWant your cum, please, please cum in me.â
âCan you beg for me one more time?â He asks, your question almost making him erupt on the spot.
âPlease, please, please,â you beg, arms starting to lose their strength. âI wanna be dripping from you, so bad.â
âYeah, want Daddyâs cum?â he asks, hands gripping into your hair.
Of course, this man has a daddy kink, you couldnât expect anything less from him. âYes, Daddy.â You whine, grinning at his hold on you. âFill me up.â
âBaby, Daddyâs gonna fill you upâJesus Christ.â He interrupts himself, cutting himself off as he ruts into you a final, gasping, sweaty time. He twitches in you, feeling him fill you up as some of starts to trickle out of your pussy and down your thigh.
His hand lets go of your hair, wrapping around your torso as he pulls you into an embrace. This is the kind of sex that takes time to recover from, both out of breath, his dick still twitching. A smile takes over your features, invading every muscle in your face.
âSo, think youâre gonna call me?â He asks, hand moving itself under your shirt to gently brush against your bare skin.
âIâll definitely text you.â You answer, chuckling at the annoyed look he shoots you when he pulls back in your embrace. âOh, come on.â
He chuckles, and for some odd reason the last thing you expect from him is another kiss, his lips working marvelously against yours. Theyâre much gentler, much sweeter than you expected, yet everything youâd crave from him.
âWhat was that?â You ask, watching his two gorgeous brown eyes.
âWhat, you think Iâm gonna let you go after that?â He asks, half a smile on his face. âWanna come to my place later?â
âLater?â You ask, one eyebrow quirked at him.
âIâm heading home right now, wanna join me?â He kisses the top of your eyebrow, your cheekbone, your jawline, your still covered shoulder. âI kind of need to spend a few hours with my nose buried in that pretty little cunt of yours.â
Your jaw drops, your mouth drying completely from his admission. âY-yeah, th-that sounds nice.â
He laughs at your stutter; your pussy having tightened around him upon the mention of it.
Three knocks hit the door, loud and abrupt. âHurry the fuck up!â
You look at one another with wide eyes, laughing at the disruption. He backs up, his cock leaving your entrance being a loss you whimper at. âDonât worry, sweets. I will fuck you more than enough times to satisfy that need.â
âDunno,â you start, legs shaky as you land on them, âI think Iâm pretty insatiable at this point.â
âThen weâll just have to keep going, wonât we?â Eddie asks, pulling his jeans and boxers up his legs.
âAnd if Iâm never satisfied?â you ask, tilting your head as you pull up your own pants.
âWell then I guess weâll just never stop.â
You grin at his answer, biting your lip excitedly.
The silence is comfortable as you pick your jackets back up and the bags on the ground. His fingers intertwined with yours, leading you down the hall past the angry customer and out the front door of the store.
He offers to eventually take you back to your car when you need to go back home, wanting more time with you even if itâs the mere ten minutes that it takes to get to his apartment.
Not one moment is wasted as he yanks you to his bedroom, pushing you onto his bed. As promised, your jeans are yanked down your legs quick as can be, burying his nose deep in your cunt.
Only after the eighth orgasm does Eddie yank off your clothes, followed by his, finally skin against skin as he rails you in every position, even the ones you didnât know were possible.
You might have to thank your brother for spraining your wrist, itâs the best thing heâs ever done for you.
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Crash Course in Love ⢠3
pairing: snowboard instructor!Jungkook x ex-gf!reader (feat. platonic OT6) genre: rom-com, Exes 2 Lovers, slow-burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: strong language, slow burn, angst, tension, bad communication skills, heartbreak, hangover, doubts, emotional rollercoaster, fight against nature, being stranded, crying, verbal fighting and screaming, explicit sexual content, bit of dry humping, fingering, scissoring, unprotected sex, breast play, hickeys, scratch marks, love bites, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 15.3k
a/n: i'm absolutely knackered now, completely worn out. BUT it was sooooo worth it lol hope y'all enjoy it to the fullest bc next update probably won't be until the new year...sooooo...have funnnn!
a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! đ
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Day 4
âFuck.â
You think youâve woken up in hellâit must beâbecause, oh god, you feel like death. Your eyes are crusted shut, and you canât feel your legs. But as you rub the sleep out of your eyes and prop yourself up on your elbows, you realise itâs just Namjoon lying across them, snoring away.
You try to take in the room, piecing together the hazy puzzle of last night. The party, the song, you running off only to drown yourself with Yoongi and Namjoon in alcohol, throwing your own little after-party. You remember crying, remember singing your heart out to sad love songs blaring through Dionysus. What a fucking mess youâve becomeâŚ
But after all that chaos, thereâs only blackness. And seeing Yoongi and Namjoon still here with you in the suite, all of you fully dressed and reeking of alcohol, tells you enough. And as you groan, not just from the bottomless pit of stupidity, but from the pounding in your head, you let yourself collapse back onto your pillow.
You fight back another wave of tears, wishing the last 24 hours could just be erased, wishing you were back at home. You fumble blindly for your phone, finding it on the nightstand nearby.
2:56 p.m.
Just brilliant. Though, at least youâre spared from spending the whole day on the slopes. Not that youâd be able to walk straight with how youâre feeling, but a winâs a win.
You need to get up, though, so you start stirring both men awake. Yoongiâs not blocking you, but if youâre up, he has to be as well. Much to your surprise, both of them wake without protest, getting themselves into a sitting position on the bed, looking like zombies straight out of The Walking Dead. You reckon you look about the same.
âSorry,â Namjoon mumbles as you begin massaging some blood back into your legs, which feel like theyâre fighting for dear life.
âSâalright,â you croak out, unable to manage much more.
âPainkillers.â Yoongi just sits there, staring at his blanket, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof heâs still alive, though barely.
You and Namjoon both nod, but no one actually moves until, eventually, Namjoon risesâslowly, hands leaving the mattress only at the last second before he somehow straightens up and makes his way to the door, though itâs anything but a straight line.
Youâre the second to get up, staggering into the bathroom to wash off everything clinging to you. Youâre not sure if itâs just dried sweat or a bit of alcohol still on your skin, though you have a vague memory of Tae pouring something over your back. Either way, youâre in desperate need of a full shower to feel human again.
The only upside to this hangover is that your mind has finally shut up. Every bit of energy is focused on basic bodily functions, like breathing without throwing up and blinking your bloodshot eyes now and then. Youâre not even fazed when Yoongi stumbles in, taking a piss that seems to go on forever; he clearly couldnât give a fuck, and neither can you.
When youâve finished rinsing your hair and are wrapped in a towel thatâs too soft to absorb any actual moisture, you quietly switch places with Yoongi, both of you unintentionally making a point not to make eye contact.
Youâre not entirely sure why youâre still hereânot just in this town but on this entire trip. Thereâs no real drive left in you to give Jungkook closure, no fight in you at all, and definitely no desire to ever see him again.
So, you decide to get the hell out of here. Not right this second, no, your blood alcohol is likely still sky-high and will take a nosedive soon, taking you down with it, but tomorrow, youâre leaving. Itâs the healthiest thing you could do, because frankly, you lost Jungkook years ago, and that realisation sobers you up more than anything else could.Â
It doesnât stir the same emotions it once did as you pull Jungkookâs old hoodie out of your luggageâor maybe youâre just too tired to careâas you tug the oversized black fabric over your head, the only comfortable thing youâd brought on this trip. Some leggings on, with your phone stuffed into the front pocket of the hoodie, you make your way to the main area, letting your eyes roam to maybe spot your missing phone case.
Jungkookâs already lounging in a single armchair, poking absently at the fire with an iron stick, his gaze tracking you as you move around the room. But you ignore him. Itâs not like youâre being petty this time, and he can probably tell from your posture that youâre just not in the mood to interact at all.
Youâre especially glad he doesnât mention yourâor rather, hisâhoodie, and when you give up the search, realising the case isnât lying around here either, you shuffle over to the sofa, collapsing onto it and immediately pulling out your phone. Scrolling through YouTube, you pull the hoodieâs hood down a bit further to block out Jungkook entirely, settling on a spa video promising a very satisfying blackhead extraction.
If your lifeâs this miserable, youâre at least going to give yourself this kind of satisfaction, even if itâs short-lived. And anyway, there are millions of similar videos waiting for you and your lonely ass.Â
Namjoon emerges midway through your video, nudging your legs to make space for him. You shift, but only to let your legs settle in his lap as soon as he sits down.
âHere,â he offers, handing you two painkillers, which you take like theyâre sweets, chewing them up so they might kick in faster. He pulls a disgusted face, but it quickly fadesâprobably canât be bothered to waste any energy as well.Â
âJimin brought food,â Jungkook breaks the silence, still poking at the fire. âShould I get you some?â
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or Namjoon, but you answer anyway. âIâm good, thanks.â
Maybe he expected a different answer, as his stick pauses for a moment, but you couldnât care less. The chance to talk things out has passed, along with your will. Itâs on him now. Youâve seen and heard enough.
âWhy did you leave the party so early?â he tries again.
âIt was because of me, I justââ
You cut Namjoon off; he really doesnât need to do this for you. âStop lying, I wanted to leave, and Namjoon and Yoongi didnât want me to be alone.â
âWhy?â
You pause your video, turning to meet Jungkookâs eyes. Heâs bouncing his leg and chewing on his lip ring again, but itâs not your problem if heâs anxious or whatever. âNone of your business.â
Namjoon gives your knee a slight squeeze, and while Jungkook turns his attention back to the flames like youâre the one whoâs hurt him, he can go fuck himself. Youâre not dealing with him right now. Not when heâs got Hara pregnant and sings love songs for her.Â
Yoongi enters at that moment, settling into the armchair beside Jungkook and just managing to catch the two painkillers Namjoon tosses his way.
Silence returns, and you restart your video, losing yourself in the meditative extractions.
âCan I get a haaaawyeah?!â Tae bursts into the hostel, bringing Hope and Hara with him. Three of the four present groan in agony at the sudden noise, and youâre one of them. Still, you shift to sit up, making room for them to join.
Youâre not sure why Hara chooses to sit next to you, quietly handing over a takeaway box of food with that warm, familiar smile of hersâyou know itâs got to be from Jinâs.Â
âIâm not hungry,â you mumble, the bite you had a few minutes ago already feeling like it never had been there to begin with.
âPlease, eat something. Your body needs it.â
Sheâs right, but you canât bring yourself to even lift the lid, staring blankly at it as if itâll somehow reveal yet another surprise youâre not ready for. You know itâs not Haraâs fault youâre feeling like this, or that Jungkook chose her, but right now, all you can feel is bitterness, and her kindness only multiplies it.
Almost unconsciously, you glance up and find Jungkookâs eyes fixed on you, his leg still bouncing lightly, clearly tuned out from the lively conversation between the other guys.
Youâve kept this empty space in your heart reserved for him for so long, never realising heâd never fill it again. You just donât have the energy for this anymore, the will to keep playing his game where he pulls you back into his world only to remind you youâre no longer really part of it. Not properly.
You wonder if Jungkook even realises what heâs doing, if he has any clue about how his actions come across. Or maybe heâs just as stuck as you, caught up in his patterns and too blind to see beyond them. The care and worry in his eyes when he looks at you, when he notices you making poor choices for your healthâmaybe, you reason, itâs just because he doesnât know how to be any other way and nothing more.Â
But thatâs the thing about Jungkook: he genuinely cares. And thatâs why heâs going to be the best dad on this earthâjust not to your children.
âIâm really not hungry.â You think you see Jungkookâs jaw tick just a bit, but he again chooses to say nothing, his gaze, though, never wavering from you.
âI didnât mean to, but damn, that woman was something else,â Tae bursts, sprawled on the floor in front of you, accidentally nudging your knee as he laughs with the others.
âWho?â you ask, trying to tune into the conversation just to get away from the other.Â
âThat woman who was sitting by the bar all night. Tae pulled her,â Hope bursts out laughing, especially at your disgusted, shocked face.
âWas she any good?â Namjoon inquires, like itâs the most normal thing to ask about a one-night stand.
âWhat can I say? She taught me things I didnât even know existed.â
Yep, that infoâs enough to make you gag for real, and judging by Yoongi and Jungkookâs expressions, theyâre feeling the same.
âWant some?â you offer Yoongi the box, hoping to steer the conversation away fromâŚwhatever this is. But he just shakes his head, clearly not ready to risk upsetting his stomach as well.Â
Heâs pale as it is, and you can see the colour drain from his already bloodshot eyes at the sight of food. Poor man.Â
âJungkook, you hungry?â Hara offers softly, and you canât help but glance at him again.Â
His bouncing leg stills the instant she speaks to him. And even though itâs trueâJungkook can eat like a bottomless pit, never saying no to foodâyou donât really want to interact with him right now. But, some things havenât changed at all it seems, like you not being able to say no when it comes to him.Â
Jungkook looks at you with those big, hopeful eyes, as if to say just eat it yourselfâheâd never, like all those years ago, take food from you when itâs clear youâre barely eating yourself. But you just canât, and with that, you get up, lean over the small coffee table separating you both, and offer him the box with both hands, a small, shaky smile on your face.
Jungkook stands up too, reaching for the food between you. You think heâll just take it, but his hands cover yours, brushing over them until they settle on the container, and then, finally, he takes it. It catches you off guard, not just because he touched you first and not the box, but because it was absolutely deliberate.
Why he did it, you donât know, but all you can think about is getting away fast before all your bottled-up emotions explode in your face.
âCanâŚuhâŚcan someone drive me to the nearest petrol station?â you ask, standing there rooted to the spot, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment as everyone looks up at you.
Jungkookâs half a mind to put the box back on the table and get up again, but Hope springs up from his spot beside Taehyung, fishing his keys from his pocket. âIâve got you.â
âThanks, Iâll just get ready.â You cast him a quick, grateful look and head to your room, eyes down.
Hope just saved you there, because if Jungkook had offered to drive, you donât know what youâd have done. Sure, you want him to be happyâyouâre not some heartless person who wishes bad things on people, especially those who areâŚwereâŚclose to you.
 But what about your happiness? Donât you deserve to find peace too? To protect yourself? So yes, youâll take every bit of help you can get, even if itâs just a lift to the petrol station.
You didnât mean to startle so violently when you turned to close the suite door, but honestly, you hadnât even heard Hara following you, moving soundlessly like a ghost.
âCâŚcan I help you?â Youâre gripping the door until your knuckles turn white under your sweater paws, the door not even fully open anymore.
âCan I come in?â
Itâs like something out of a nightmare, knowing you canât turn her away just because Haraâs never done anything to hurt you. You have to remind yourself again and again that sheâs not the villain here, chanting it silently in your head, trying to drown out the hurt that wonât go away whenever you look at her.
So, you nod, opening the door a bit wider, then turn around to let her in and busy yourself with âlookingâ for your phone case, just so you donât have to face her.
âAre you okay?â
Her words break through the sound of the bedding as you give it a shake, hoping your case might fall out, but of course it doesnât. Just like the right answer isnât coming to you now, not to her question.
Maybe youâre okay, as okay as you can be. Maybe youâre not. Either way, youâre definitely not making her your therapistânot when sheâs involved in all this stupid mess.Â
âYeah, sure. Are you?â
âYeah, the sickness finally went away. I just hope I start to show soonâitâs getting weird at this point.â
You move around the room, checking every corner, stopping only when you spot an edge of your phone case outside on the porch, half-buried in the snow beside the jacuzzi.
âHow far along are you?â
âSeventeenth weekâŚweâll find out the gender soon.â Thereâs a subtle cheer in her voice that makes your heart soften for a moment.
It must be incredible to be expecting, especially to finally know the babyâs gender and go a bit mad with shopping. Youâre sure youâd be the same, and Hara likely will be, too.
You glance her way, offering a small, warm smile before opening the door to the porch. âGot a feeling what itâll be?â
Hara comes closer to the door as you step outside, staying in the warmth while leaning against the frame. âYes? No? Maybe?â She laughs. âSome days I swear itâs a boy, and then others Iâm convinced itâs a girl. Tomorrowâs the appointment, soâŚI hope mini-me reveals its gender and isnât shy.â
You giggle, fishing the icy case out of the snow and brushing off the clinging flakes. As you come back inside, Hara moves aside, settling herself on the edge of the bed while you grab a discarded shirt of Yoongiâs to dry the case off.
âHeyâŚuhâŚI donât quite know how to start this, butâŚI know youâre not doing alright.â
The glance you throw her way is wary rather than hostile, but still, you donât want a pep talk from her.
âPlease, just talk to each other.â
Biting your lip, you really donât want to say anything. Yes, you probably should talk to Jungkook, but then again, maybe you shouldnât. Heâs had countless chances to say something, to open up if he had any thoughts at allâand heâs used none of them. Not even when you broke up with him. He stayed silent, like he is now.
Maybe he just doesnât want to talk, not really, and youâre done waiting and being the one to start things.
âThereâs nothing left to talk about. But I appreciate your concern.â
Hara just nods, staring down at the floor, rubbing her hands together between her knees while you pull on your coat and tuck your phone safely into its case.
âItâs a nice case. Did you paint it yourself?â
You glance at your phone, rubbing your thumb over the faded paint that was once so bright. You couldnât bring yourself to get rid of it after the breakup, even though it reminds you of everything good about your time with Jungkook. Maybe thereâs some masochistic streak in you that wants to punish yourself for everything you did and didnât do. Maybe itâs time to let go of all the memories that keep pulling you back to a time thatâs long gone.
âNo.â You sigh, tucking it away in your coat pocket with your purse and heading to the door. You pause with your hand on the handle, checking to see if Haraâs following, which she is. Sheâs right behind you again, and this time, you just let out a startled scream internally, hoping you donât flinch too visibly.
Opening the door, you let her pass first, just to keep her in your sight this time, but as soon as youâre near the entrance to the main area, she stops, raising a hand. You give her a puzzled look, but she only points to one of her ears, so you lean in, trying to make out whatâs being said.
First, you catch the voices of Taehyung and Namjoon, Taehyungâs voice too loud and distinct not to notice. But when you listen a bit harder, you pick up Hope and Jungkook having a different conversation, probably a little further from the others.
âI know! I know youâre a good driver. JustâŚâ
âJust? Câmon, whatâs going on with you, C?â
âJust⌠take care of her, okay?â
âWhy wouldnât I? Youâre acting like Iâm some boy whoâs just got his licence and canât be trustedââ
The rustling of your coat drowns out the rest of their conversation as you step into the room, deciding not to eavesdrop any longer. You glance around briefly, and of course, Jungkookâs eyes find yours again, but you quickly turn towards Yoongi, resting your hands on his shoulders from behind where heâs still slouched on the one-seater. He wraps his hand around your wrist, his thumb gently brushing over your pulse.
âWhy was my case out in the snow?â you murmur into his ear, which earns a lazy laugh from him. He peeks over his shoulder at you, his voice still raspy from his hangover as he murmurs back.
âYou thought you could yeet it away and be done with it.â
Your cheeks go warm again; drunk-you is really ridiculous in every possible way. Youâre just grateful it was only Namjoon and Yoongi who saw your breakdown, and no one else.
âRight.â
âStay safe, yeah?â
He gives your wrist a gentle squeeze, and when your eyes meet again, even though his are still glassy from last nightâs antics, thereâs that quiet care in them only real family can have.Â
âI will. Thanks for being there for me, Yoongs.â You press a quick kiss to his head and give him a brief squeeze around his shoulders, only for him to dramatically fake his own demise.
Straightening up, you meet Hopeâs eyes, give him a quick nod, and head towards the door. Jungkook moves with the two of you, holding the door open without taking his eyes off you. His gaze is so intense that you canât keep eye contact, mumbling a quiet, hurried âthanksâ and âbyeâ as you follow Hope to his car.
You wouldnât have thought Hope would drive a brand-new car, especially a vibrant red one. You wonder if an equipment rental shop really makes that much of a profit or if everyone in this town is just batshit rich. At least youâll be safeâmuch safer than youâd be with Tony.
âSo, how longâs the drive?â you ask, taking in the carâs interior while buckling up in the passenger seat. You notice the soft leather under your bum and the chrome trim around the touchscreen on the console.
âMaybe twenty or thirty minutes, depends on whether the roads are clear or still covered in snow.â
You hum in acknowledgment, tucking your hands under your thighsânot only because theyâre still cold from the short walk outside, but also to avoid the urge to touch anything and risk breaking something youâd never be able to replace.
The carâs rolling down the steep hill you came from a few days ago in no time, and Hopeâs both hands are steady on the wheel, which helps you relax in your seat. Heâs definitely a good driver, like Yoongi, Jungkook, or your dadâthe kind you can actually relax around without fearing for your life.
âSoâŚwould you be a kind soul and tell me what youâre all talking about in that group chat, especially about me?â
Of course you had to askâwhy wouldnât you, now that youâre alone with someone whoâs clearly in on the whole scheme?
âSure, why wouldnât I?â
âDunnoâŚmaybe because of Namjoon.â
âOh, Iâm not scared of him.â Hope laughs heartily, but his eyes donât stray from the dark, snow-covered road ahead.
âSoooâŚ?â
âSo, you should just talk to C. Thatâs what weâre all talking about.â
âWow, wouldnât have thought of that.â
âSo whyâre you asking if thatâs not the answer you wanted?â
You fall silent.
âListen. You and C are both hurting. And the only way forward is for you both to learn how to communicate properly, aka talk to each other.â
âThereâs really nothing left to talk about.â
âWhyâs that?â
âHeâs clearly moved on, no?â
Like, duh.
âHas he now?â
Duh?âŚ
âYeah, with HaraâŚand the baby on its way.â
Were you wrong all this time? It canât be.
âOh, boyâŚâ
âDonât âoh boyâ me.â
âWhy do you think heâs with Hara?â
Youâre trying not to show how hard it is to think clearly in your state, but the time it takes you to respond says it all. âItâs obvious.â
âIs it? Because it sounds like youâre seeing things how you want to, not how they actually are.â
âRude.â
âItâs true.â
âYouâre really forward for someone I barely know.â
âWeâre not strangers, __.â Hope side-eyes you pointedly, making you scoot a tiny bit deeper into your seat.
âBasically, we are.â
âNo, weâre not friends yet, but weâre not strangers either.â
So what does this mean for you and Jungkook? Heâs not exactly a friend anymore, but heâs not a stranger either. OrâŚmaybe he is. God, your brain feels like itâs about to explode any minute now.
âPeople change, Hope. Jungkookâs changed.â
Hope lets a short silence settle between you, his fingers tapping softly against the leather wheel as if heâs thinking about what to say next. Only now do you realise thereâs no sound from the engine, and you clock that heâs driving an electric carâeven though he lives in the mountains, in the cold.
âHave you?â
Youâre half-tempted to just say yes, but is that really true? Youâre not sure. Maybe youâve matured a bit, but not enough to feel like a different person. What you do know for sure is that any growth you might have had stopped the moment you left Jungkook. Youâve been so caught up in trying to heal and be someone youâre not that you havenât really evolved into the person you could have been.
Anything reallyâmaybe a better person, but somehow still the same you. So, what have you become in the last few years? Are you the same? Or not quite?
âNot sure.â
Hope just nods, not as if heâs simply acknowledging what you said, but as if he already knew your answer. Itâs uncanny how much talking to him reminds you of Yoongi, both of them having that same no-bullshit approach.
âListen, Iâm not here to play mediator,â yep, definitely like Yoongi, ânor are the others. You need to talk to him, get things sorted before itâs too late.â
âWhat if itâs already too late?â
âI donât think so.â
âYouâre so positive.â You whine pathetically.Â
âAnd youâre a chronic pessimist.â He mimics you.Â
âIâm just cautious.â You pull your hands from under your thighs and throw them in the air, more to get your point across than anything.
âNo, youâre scared of what might never happen.â
Ouch. But heâs notâŚnot right.
âIâm not. Iâm doing snowboarding now, arenât I?â
âSo why are we heading to the nearest petrol station if youâre meant to be snowboarding all week?â
You shut your mouth and slide your hands back under your thighs, as if that might help you disappear. Maybe you werenât as subtle as you thought, and not only Hope but everyone elseâincluding Jungkookâhas seen right through you. Is that why Hara wanted to talk to you earlier? Urging you to finally talk to Jungkook?
âGotcha,â Hope giggles slightly, though when he sees your sad pout, he reaches over to give your knee a quick squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel.
âAlright, Iâm sorry if I hurt your feelings.â Okay, maybe not exactly like Yoongi. âBut from what Iâve seen and heard, you liked snowboarding. And Iâd say you probably enjoyed everything else youâve done before, too.â He glances over at you. âCorrect me if Iâm wrong.â
You just give a noncommittal shrug.
âYou need to trust yourself and your capabilities a bit more. Start having faith in the positive outcomes, not just the negative ones, yeah? Youâll never be able to live without fear if you overthink everythingâŚespecially things with Jungkook.â
Your pout deepens, a light sheen of tears coating your lashes, which you tell yourself are just from the hangover crashing down on you now, not from facing the uncomfortable truth of your very persona.Â
âI know itâs hard, ___. But sometimes thinking the worst makes it real, even though the outcome couldâve been different if youâd just had a bit more faith.â
âAre you talking about snowboarding or Jungkook?â
âBoth.â He giggles again, and you canât help but join in, sniffing your nose a little.
When just then another small town and the petrol station come into view, you straighten up in your seat, realising youâd been slouching more and more throughout the drive.
Even though youâre not looking forward to stepping outside into the cold, youâre glad for a bit of a cooldown, just to ease your exhaustion.
Hope parks his car right next to the petrol pump, and as soon as he turns it off, you both get out and head to the boot where two big empty canisters are waiting.
âHere, Iâll go to the one right behind this one.â He offers you one of the canisters, and while you take it, youâre still confused.
âI only need one, though.â
Heâs already unscrewed his, pumping petrol as he leans to the side to look at you.
âYeah, this oneâs for me.â
Youâre still confused, but you start filling your canister anyway.
âIsnât your car electric?â
âYeah, but I need emergency petrol for the generator in case thereâs an outage and the babyâs coming.â
You freeze. Is HopeâŚ? Oh god, you were so wrong all this time. Relief floods through you, so intense that tears spring to your eyes. Jungkookâs not the baby daddy.
âYouâre Haraâs baby daddy?â you squeak.
âGosh, no!â
And now you think you might throw up, the tears shifting back to the heartbreak of yesterday.
âAreum, my wife, sheâs seven months pregnant. You missed her yesterday with your epic escape.â
âOh. Uh, congratulations.â
But you only hear a snort from behind the pump.
Not wanting to fill the canister completely, you settle on half, afraid you might not have enough left in your bank account. Youâre not exactly broke, but youâre worried your employer hasnât transferred your pay on time. Again.
âIâm off to pay,â you mumble as you pass Hope and head into the small, warm station, where a young teenager plagued with acne stands behind the counter, his eyes barely lifting from his phone throughout your whole exchange.
âYour cardâs declined, miss.â
The remaining colour drains from your face at his words. This really canât be happening.
âCould youâŚcould you try again, please?â
The teenager just rolls his eyes, and if you werenât so mortified, youâd probably give him some shit for being so rude. But again, the familiar sound of your card being declined fills the little station, and when he hands your card back, you just mumble, âJust a second, please,â before stepping to the far corner by the cooling systems and getting your phone out.
And sure enough, your banking app shows youâre completely drained. Fuck. So thereâs only one option left, then.
âPick up, pick up, pick up.â
âYo,â Yoongi grumbles, and youâre pretty sure you can hear Jungkookâs panicked voice in the background, asking whatâs happened.
âI need your help,â you whisper, glancing over at the teenager to check if he can hear, but heâs already engrossed in his phone again.
âWhat do you need?â
âIâm short on cash. I canât payââ
âWhy?â
Yoongiâs tone isnât accusatory in the slightest, just genuinely surprised. Hope comes into the station now too, cocking a brow at you, which you try to ease with a shaky smile.
âMy employerâs late with my pay. Again. And the trip and, uhâŚit all justâŚâ
âIâm sorry,â Yoongi says, flat, almost monotone, but you know he feels awful now, realising youâre actually struggling, not just joking around. Itâs not his fault though; you never talk about money, and maybe heâs apologising not just because he let you pay for everything, but because you havenât had these conversations before.
âSâalright. Can you just transfer some money quickly so I canââ
âYeah.â
âThank you.â
You hear him sighâone that says, Donât make this a thing now. Hopeâs already paid for his, waiting by the door with his hands in his pockets, scanning some nearby magazines.
Knowing not to waste any more time, you hang up, open your banking app again, and refresh it every few seconds until there it is: a transfer of ten fucking thousand dollars from Yoongi, with the note, Shouldâve told me sooner.
You make a mental note to give him a piece of your mind regarding the sum later as you pay for the petrol, and dash out of the station, dragging Hope with you to escape the embarrassment as soon as possible.Â
âSlow down, will you?â
You let go of his arm once youâre by his car, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration as you mumble, âSorry. God, Iâm such a mess.â
âCome on, weâll talk in the car. I just wanna get home.â
And you do, silently, closing your eyes as the car winds through the woods back the way you came.
You know Hope doesnât want to pressure you, but you want to talk about it, just because bottling it up any longer would fry your brain.
âMy employer still hasnât transferred my pay,â you mumble. âI had to call Yoongi to borrow money.â
Hope lets out a long breath through his nose, shaking his head slowly as he listens.
âAgain, as in this isnât the first time?â
âYeah, as in he owes me several thousand dollars by now.â
âThousands?â
You tap your knuckle against the window, doing a quick mental tally of how much has piled up since you started working for this guy. âAbout fifty. Maybe a bit more.â
âNo. Fucking. Way.â Hope glances over at you with each word, then back to the road. â___, thatâs insane. Fifty thousand?! Why havenât you sued him? Or quit?â
âIâŚâ Yeah, good question. âI actually donât know.â
Itâs not like itâs a brilliant job worth hanging on to, but working from home has its perks, and finding another role in your field? Thatâs practically impossible without connections, which you definitely donât have, seeing as you work from home and have done for years.
âYouâre an accountant, yeah?â
âHow do you know?â you ask, stopping your gentle tapping against the window to look over at his profile.Â
âOh, who dâyou think told me?â He gives you a side-eye, looking slightly annoyed, and you just nod. âAreumâs an accountant too. She works for PwC, all remote. Theyâre looking for someone to cover her on maternity leave, and she gets to pick who fills in for her, sooooâŚâ
âSoooâŚ?â
âWoman, Iâm not spelling it out for you. Youâre not that thick.â
Ouch. âHey! Stop being so rude to me.â
âThen stop acting daft when youâre not.â
God, you want to strangle him. No wonder he gets along so well with Yoongi. You thought he was just this little ray of sunshine with that stupid bright laugh, but heâs feisty as hell.
âIâll think about it,â you mumble, knowing decisions like this arenât made right now, especially as the painkillers wear off and your mindâs about to shut down along with your eyelids.
Eventually, sleep takes over, and if youâre honest, you donât bother fighting it.
â___, wake up.â Hopeâs voice and the gentle push of his hand against your shoulder rouse you not long after. And even though sleeping, even just a bit, should have done you some good, you feel worse after a fifteen-minute nap.
Reluctantly, you straighten in your seat, trying to wake up properly, and smack your lips to get the awful taste off your tongue, but itâs no use. Youâll need to brush your teeth as soon as youâre in the suiteâthereâs no way around it.
âThanks for driving me,â you rasp, glancing out of the windscreen to see Jungkook hopping from one foot to the other in the cold, his breath rising in small clouds in front of him. âWhatâs he doing outside?â
âHeâs waiting for you.â
âOh.â
Itâs a mystery why Jungkook would do that, seeing as youâre clearly not on good terms. Youâve been trading jabs and whatnot with every interaction, so the fact that heâs not fed up by now is really baffling.
âIâm heading straight home if thatâs okay.â
âOh. Sure, yes, of course, sorry.â You unbuckle your seatbelt, knowing you shouldnât overstay your welcome, especially as Hope is snickering again. âThanks again and goodnight.â
âGoodnight. AndâŚtalk to him.â
Well, you donât really have a choice now. Especially when, after closing the passenger door, you walk to the boot to get your half-empty canister, only to find Jungkook already beside you.
âHere, let me help.â
He doesnât meet your eyes this time, which feels strange after he spent all afternoon staring at you.
âIâve got this.â
You heft the canister out of the boot and start walking straight to Tony to fill him up, letting the canister rest by your legs, you wave Hope off as he drives away, then clear the side of Tony of snow.
âWhat are you doing?â Jungkook stands beside you, arms crossed, chest puffed out. He looks intimidatingâhotly soâbut youâre still pissed and very much not in the mood for a chat.
âWhat does it look like?â
He just shrugs with a smirk, and as you finish clearing the snow, you realise youâve done the wrong side of Tony.Â
How embarrassing.
âDonât say anything.â
And he doesnât, aside from a quiet snicker as he follows you to the other side, where you finally start clearing the right bit of snow. This time, you find the cap and pull out your car keys to open it.
Ignoring your wishes, Jungkook picks up the canister and starts pouring the petrol into the car, biting his lip piercings again.
âTalk,â you snap, wanting to get this over withâwhatever it is thatâs bothering him so much heâs biting his lip bloody.
Jungkook glances briefly at you, and while youâve seen that sad expression on him countless times, it still stings.
âWhy did you leave?â
You sigh, glance towards the hostel, and look back at him. âWhen? When I broke up with you? On the slope yesterday? From the party? Or to the petrol station?â
Alright, it sounded cooler in your head, but youâre now realising you might have a bit of a tendency to run off. Oops.
âAll of them, I guess.â He muses, shutting the cap and screwing the canister lid back on as he turns to you fully.
âJungkook, thatâs a conversation Iâm not having with you right now.â
âAnd when would be the best time for it?â
âOh, I donât know. Maybe not outside, not in the middle of the night, not when Iâm batshit hungover, and especially not when youâve built a new life for yourself.â
That last bit wasnât really what you wanted to say, but it slipped out anyway, the perfect proof that itâs indeed not the best time.Â
âThatâs not fair.â
âItâs not fair for you to treat me like this, Jungkook. Iâm not doing this anymore.â
You turn while watching him run a hand through his hair, then stomp through the deep snow towards the hostel to stop yourself freezing out here.
âStop running away!â
âIâm not running away. Iâm going to bed. You should too.â
Jungkook catches the door at the last second and steps into Dionysus right behind you.
âYou are running away.â
You turn to face him sharply, causing him to nearly bulldoze into you, but he catches himself in time, stepping back a bit with his hands on his hips, still clutching the canister in his reddened hand.
âWhy did you need petrol for Tony, whoâs been out of it for days? Why now?â
You purse your lips, mirroring his stance instinctively, staring each other down. Youâre stubborn, but so is he, and youâre not backing down. He wants to start a fight? See who breaks first? See if youâre really running away from him? Well, youâll prove him wrong.
âSafety. Caution. Responsibility. Take your pick.â
Thereâs a familiar glint in his eyesâthe one that says he knows youâre bullshitting him. God, youâve missed this. Missed him.
âSo, not fleeing the scene, hm?â
âNot fleeing the scene.â
And youâre not. Change of plans: youâre staying. Youâll stay, and youâll whoop his ass by becoming the best snowboarder on the planet.
Jungkook just nods, and you nod back.
Usually, this would be the moment heâd tackle you and fuck the truth out of you in no time. And though you can vividly picture it, you need to keep your distance. So before the tension builds too much, before Jungkook becomes too much, you stop nodding and let your arms drop to your sides.
âGoodnight, Jungkook.â
He mirrors your stance, and though his eyes dim with that usual sadness, you refuse to see it as longing. Because why would he?
âGoodnight, ___.â
You nod, and while you canât quite tear yourself away from his gaze, you eventually turn and head up to your suite, finding Yoongi already silently and fast asleep, you canât help but to leave a tiny gap in the door, just enough to watch as Jungkook disappears into his own room.
Day 5
You feel good.
No, scratch thatâyou feel absolutely pumped, energised, and oh-so-ready for the day. Thereâs a wild fire blazing through your veins, just waiting to be unleashed, and youâre absolutely down for it.
Sitting alone in the dining room after that little talk with Yoongi about the sum he transferred to your bank account, only to be met with an eye roll in response, youâre busy preparing the most protein-packed breakfast Namjoonâs buffet has on offer. Youâll definitely need itânot just because your bodyâs craving nutrients, but because your brain needs to be at its best so you can finally beat Jungkook at his own game.
No, not with his petty remarks and actions, but by getting your answers with carefully placed, strategically even, questions so he doesnât even realise youâre grilling him. Youâre brilliant, so of course you can pull this off. The sulky victim era of ___ is overâhere comes the new, improved you.
Though, if youâre honest, you know thereâs a pretty decent chance that Jungkook might catch on to your plan. Heâs always been good at that, always been just as brilliant as you. But his competitive side usually has you beat by the end of the day. But not today. Today, youâre determined to win.
Especially when the man himself strolls in, looking sinfully good. His hairâs damp, falling messily over his forehead and eyes, while his thin white shirt hangs loosely off his shoulders, clinging slightly to his skin where he didnât dry off properly.
âMorning, Kook,â you chirp, practically singing it, intentionally calling him by the nickname you lovingly gave him all those years ago.
Jungkook slows his steps, one eyebrow raised and lips pursed. The confusionâs painted all across his face exactly as youâd hoped. Excellent.
âMorning.â He stops at your table, glancing at the empty chairs next to you and opposite you, and when he takes the one right beside you, youâre doing a little celebratory dance on the inside.
âDid you sleep well, Kook?â He eyes you as he gets his plate ready, and while he answers, you take a small bite of your food, your overly cheerful grin firmly in place.
âUh, yeah, did you?â
âOf course! Snuggly kept me company all night.â
The confusion in Jungkookâs eyes deepens, and youâd give anything to know whatâs running through his head right now. You keep your face just as innocent and cheerful as possible, though itâs getting harder by the second.
âSo, whatâve you been up to these past five months?â If your mathâs right, Haraâs now a little over four months along. So, if Jungkook was around back then, youâve got your answer.
âFive months?â He raises an eyebrow again, biting into the sandwich heâs just thrown together. Thereâs far more ham than breadâprobably more to keep his hands clean than for actual taste.
âYeah, whereâve you all been, then?â
âUh,â Jungkook chews, blinking at you. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure you out. âIâve been to Bangkok, Hawaii, and, uh⌠before that, I was here for a few months.â
No. Fucking. Way. So all those mixed signals, not only from Jungkook but all his friends too, werenât so mixed after all.
âThis townâs pretty small. Is there anything exciting to do off-season?â
âWell, Hara had a huge birthday celebration. So there was that.â
âHaraâs birthdayâs in August?â
âYeah, why?â
So he gave her a baby for her birthday. How pathetic it makes you feel, realising youâve been too busy being still his to fall for someone new all this time. But you donât let the heartbreak show this time. You swallow it down because shutting down wonât help you now.
âJust asking.â
Jungkook just nods again, still contemplating your words, trying to read your motives like he always does, though youâre as blank as can be beneath your smile. Itâs not that youâve lost your determination to get through snowboardingâno, youâre way too competitive and stubborn to back down now. Still, you kind of wish you were as drunk as youâd been two days ago.
The upside of being fully sober again is that you feel fantastic. Physically, anyway. The downside is that your brain wonât shut up.
You vividly remember the night you ended things, the exhaustion, the desperation in your every word as you tried to explain yourself to him. It wasnât that you didnât love him; you did and you still do, maybe even more than you should. But back then, youâd grown tired of always feeling like you werenât enough, of feeling like you were someone he didnât really need.
Youâd always been the one to soothe your doubts on your own, to make excuses for him and his choices, to tell yourself it was just a phase, that heâd eventually grow out of itâthat heâd grow out of it for you. Not that heâd never do anything risky again, but just enough for him to see that some things are too dangerous to try.
Losing him was completely your fault, you know that, and even though heâs going to be a dadâeven if itâs not your childâyouâd crawl back to him in a heartbeat if there were any chance. Not that youâd ever be a homewrecker; thatâs something youâd never do, and youâll respect any relationship on earth as it is. But if heâs only going to be a father, if heâs only co-parenting with Hara and theyâre not together, youâd try to make it work somehow.
Or maybe youâre just delusional, thinking youâd be okay with him having a kid thatâs not yours. Because deep down, the thought of him being with someone else after youâeven if you werenât together anymoreâmakes you want to throw up. Not just because picturing it is one of your worst nightmares, but because all the love declarations he made, and will probably make again in that scenario, would be empty in their truest form. At least in your eyes.Â
Thereâs nothing you can do about it; itâs not like youâre some grandma who thinks virginity before marriage is a must. But if he was with you and says heâd want to be with you again, thereâs no chance if he had someone else in between.
Jungkook sniffs beside you, and youâre not exactly proud that, since learning heâs staying here at the hostel too, youâve kept spare napkins nearby, just like the good old days, and youâre not proud as you hand him one with a small smile, still chewing, knowing his rhinitis is worst in the morning.
âThanks,â heâs smiling, though thereâs still that look of doubt in his eyes, as if heâs still trying to work out what youâre up to. âSo, how about you?â
Youâve half a mind to exaggerate again, but you know youâll need to save your energy today, especially since youâre spending the whole day with Jungkook. So you stick to the truth. âNothing really. Mostly work, and a few activities Iâve tried.â
âItâs weird.â
âWhat is?â
âYou doing all that stuff.â
Jungkook doesnât look as accusatory as he did the first day; this time, he actually looksâŚsad.
âDidnât you want me that way?â You keep your tone light, friendly even, but deep down, that old pettiness rises to the surface.
âNo.â The word slips from his lips without a momentâs hesitation, his sad eyes fixed on yours, and suddenly, you canât breathe. It just doesnât make sense.
âIâŚwhy?â
He slowly swallows his last bite and reaches for his coffee, just to toy with the rim of the mug. Then he lifts his gaze to meet yours, boring into your irises as if to tell you more than heâs actually saying. âThatâs not you.â
You just stare at him, trying to understand why heâd want you to change all those years ago, only to now tell you, indirectly, he doesnât like the person heâd pushed you to become. No words form in your brain, again too overwhelmed by it all, so you just nod, because quite honestly, heâs right. Itâs not who you are, even if some of the less riskier activities, like snowboarding, turned out to be more fun than youâd expected.
Jungkook doesnât seem to handle the silence well as you quietly finish your meal, as his leg starts bouncing under the table again, occasionally brushing against yours. Youâre sure he doesnât even notice it, but you do and while you think about shifting your leg slightly away, that faint touch of his somehow soothes the intense longing you have for him.
How many times youâve thought about calling him, only to remind yourself he was the one who let you go without a word, is beyond counting now. Trying to count would be like trying to reach infinity without breaking down as the despair catches up to you and you simply canât do either.Â
You need, with all your might, to pull your mind out of this endless void and focus on the good. Youâre able to have a normal conversation with Jungkook. Heâs fine. Youâre fine. And if you can make it through these next two weeks, you tell yourself that youâll be fine too, even if itâs without him. Because that countdown in your head has shiftedâfrom thinking youâve got time to work things out, to savouring these last moments with him as much as possible, hoping to make memories you can hold onto as fondly as the ones you made all those years ago.
âSo, todayâs blue slope day?â
Jungkook nods with a smirk, eyes still on his cup, clearly lost in thought. âYeah. You ready?â
âSure. I was born ready.â
The snort that escapes him mirrors your own, letting the sadness fade into that playful light in his eyes youâve always adored when he finally looks back up to you.Â
âThen letâs head out, shall we?â
âYes, sir!â You salute playfully, downing the rest of your or rather his iced Americanoâsneakily poured into a regular mugâin one go and standing as soon as Jungkook does.
It doesnât take long for you both to get fully geared up and leave the hostel, Jungkook closing the usual distance between you by walking much closer than he has on any of the previous days, though you welcome it this time.Â
âGive me your board.â Jungkook stretches out his free hand towards you when youâre just a few feet away from Dionysos.
âI can handle it.â
âI know you can. But you donât have to.â
Wondering whether youâre about to be stubborn again, you decide to let him help you. Itâs a nice gesture, and knowing his strengthâwhich has clearly grown over the last few yearsâitâs no bother for him to carry your snowboard too. So you hand it to him, mumbling a small, grateful âthanksâ and fall into step with him, the rustling of your gear and the dull thud of your boots the only sounds breaking the otherwise silent streets.
âItâs such a lovely day.â You marvel at the first rays of sunlight shining down, making the snow-covered streets steam ever so slightly, looking straight out of a fantasy.
The townâs not fully awake yet; a few people are setting up their displays outside, greeting you both with warm smiles and friendly faces. Itâs easy being here, so welcoming when you ignore the chaos thatâs crashed down on you since you arrived.
Youâd like to imagine living here, spending the rest of your life in this place with Jungkook, befriending his friends too, all in some alternate universe. You daydream about a winter wedding, teaching your kids how to build a snowman, and everything else.
It would be nice, it would be perfect. Because in that universe, youâd still be with Jungkook, and youâd be not only happy but fulfilled.
âIt is, the slopes should be perfect too.â
A small group of kindergarteners crosses your path just before the slopes, and as your gaze drifts from them to the shop windows behind, you catch the reflection of you and Jungkook side by side. Heâs looking at the kids, full of adoration, with that same endearing smile you fell in love with all those years ago.
His hairâs just as shiny and healthy, his eyes sparkling in that familiar way. Youâve always known how much Jungkook wants a familyâhe always has, just as you always did. Itâs one of the reasons you connected so quickly. His values and hopes for the future aligned so perfectly with yours that falling for him and picturing a life together was almost inevitable.
You knew back then that having different hobbies wasnât the most important thing in a relationship, that differences in those areas wouldnât decide its downfall. But somehow, you both let those differences take centre stage.
It wasnât just poor communication that damaged things; you lost sight of what truly mattered, letting the good become tainted with doubt, trust begin to crack, and your hearts bleed in ways they never should have.
Standing there now, side by side, you realise that everything that happened, the way you both handled things, was so unnecessarily foolish. You wish youâd made different choices. You look perfect together, like one of those couples you see and just know theyâre meant to be, like theyâre soulmates, like theyâre fated.
Jungkookâs eyes lift up, catching yours in the window, and his smile grows just a bit wider. Thereâs still that adoration thereâor is it just nostalgia? Or maybe itâs the inner peace he feels, knowing heâll soon have a child of his own? Youâre not sure, and youâre afraid to let yourself think too deeply about it. Because, honestly, if itâs anything but adoration, youâd spiral so much, so irrevocably, that you might just break all over again.
Switching your board to his other hand, where heâs already holding his own, he lifts his now free arm and wraps it over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Your head doesnât even reach his eyes, and your shoulder aligns perfectly with his arm, like youâre a puzzle piece fitting into him. You canât help the broad smile that breaks over your face when he says, âIâm glad youâre here.â
You turn away from the window, tilting your head up to look into his beautiful brown eyes, taking in this small, pure moment that youâll lock away in the deepest parts of your heart and cherish for the rest of your life. âMe too.â
Simple moments like these with Jungkook have always been so beautiful. Itâs always been like this, just the two of you in a bubble where nothing else matters. The ache in your heart should ease in moments like this, but instead, it grows, the longing building until itâs nearly unbearable.
How perfect it would feel to kiss him now, how your heart and soul would sing if he kissed you back. The realisationâthe overwhelming certaintyâthat he truly was the one for you hits you like an avalanche, burying you so deeply youâll never find a way out.
Still, you turn your face away, and he lets you go.
âLetâs get it.â Jungkook cheers, and you echo his words, because you donât know what else to say, walking side by side to the lift. Thankfully, this time without any annoying interruptions from his fangirls.
The first ride up in the ski gondola is equal parts terrifying and beautiful. The trees below look like miniature toys, and the mountain peaks seem too stunning to be real, like a picture painted by an artist. The gondola is empty except for the two of you, Jungkook sitting across from you, both of you gazing outside. But every now and then, you canât help glancing at his reflection.
Jungkook talks the entire way up, going over everything you should know about snowboarding by now. His calm voice, his solid presence right in front of you, and his patient review of the basics settle the last of your nerves, along with Hopeâs words, still ringing loudly in your mind.
Fear is faith in the negative.
And you donât want to live like that againânot now, and not when itâs just snowboarding. You trust your own abilities, and you trust Jungkook to keep you safe, like he always has. Well, aside from that one camping incidentâbut youâll turn a blind eye to that for now. You have to, because one lapse in his judgement all those years ago shouldnât undo everything else heâs proven to you.
The morning is spent making descent after descent, each one becoming easier and more fun, especially with Jungkook staying close. You manage to fall less and less, and when you do, heâs always right there, reaching out to help you back on your feet.
And while youâre laughing and joking like old times, it feels as if no time has passed at all.
Just before lunch, you both find yourselves back at the gondola, though this time itâs a different one.
âThereâs this restaurant way up there.â Jungkook points into the distance, and you squint, trying to follow his finger, but the sun is too bright to make out exactly where heâs pointing. âThe foodâs amazing, and weâll be able to take a way longer run down. Itâll build your stamina and get you ready for the harder slopes tomorrow.â
âSounds good.â You smile at him, excited not only for the food but also for the chance to push yourself a bit more.
When you step into the gondola with a few others, itâs so packed that you have to squeeze in beside Jungkook, pressing against his side. With his broad shoulders and your thick coat, thereâs not much room and after a few minutes, Jungkook shifts and lifts his arm, draping it over your shoulder to give you both a bit more space.
You frown. Even though itâs more comfortable this way, you donât like it at all. If heâs with Hara, this is crossing boundaries left and right. You know that if you were still together and he did this with another woman, itâd be a dealbreaker.
The gesture sours your mood instantly, letting your thoughts spiral in a way that has you dangerously close to snapping at him. But you hold back. You wonât start a scene now, not here; youâll wait until youâre at the restaurant and talk things through.
When you reach the top and leave the gondola, heading toward the small restaurant by the lift, Jungkook keeps his hand resting lightly on your back.
Itâs ironic, really. You left because you wanted him to find happiness, to be with someone who wouldnât bring conflict, someone he wouldnât feel the need to change. And here he is, supposedly happy, yet acting like youâre still his, clinging to old habits like theyâre the only things he has left with you.Â
Maybe thatâs the saddest part of all. Heâs got everything he once told you he wanted, yet heâs still holding onto pieces of the past, unable to let them go. And maybe heâll never fully move on, just like you havenât, even if he thinks he has. But thatâs not something you can fix. You triedâmore than onceâto help him keep his distance, to let go of whatever still kept him wounded. Even if it wasnât the perfect approach, pretending to be with Yoongi, you thought it might help him move on. But he has to handle that himself now; youâre done being the one to guide him there.
You deserve peace, too. You deserve to be able to look back on your time together without feeling unresolved tension. If that means keeping your distance, letting him live his life with Hara without stepping in, then so be it. Youâre done making excuses for him, done justifying his behaviour to yourself. Heâs made his choices, back then and now too, and now itâs time for you to make yours.
You take a deep breath, letting it all settle within you as you step into the restaurant. The hurt, the sadness, the longingâsure, itâs all still there, and maybe it always will be. But now, itâs just that: memories. Moments you once cherished, now filed away in a part of your heart that no longer needs to cling so tightly. Or at least, thatâs what you hope.
As you sit down across from him, letting go bit by bit, you realise that maybe this is what closure should feel like. Hurtful, and not freeing at all.Â
âYouâre kinda touchy.âÂ
Jungkook looks up from his menu, running the tip of his tongue over his lip piercing. âI always am.â
Your lips press into a firm line, shoulders tensing even more. Jungkookâs eyes dart over you, and he realises too late that your mood has shifted. As he catches on, his nervous habits start to surface in an instant. He fumbles with his menu, his leg bouncing so hard that the tablecloth shifts slightly with each movement.
âDoesnât it feel wrong to you?â You ask, your tone so accusatory it even startles you.
Jungkook gulps, actually gulps, and you feel the urge to laugh or maybe storm off altogether.
âNo?â He sounds uncertain, though thereâs a strange conviction in his voice, even with his nerves. âDoes it bother you?â
âYes.â
You stare each other down, Jungkook nodding but tilting his head slightly, eyebrows drawn. âIs it because of Yoongi?â
Should you come clean and tell him youâre not dating Yoongi, that heâs just your cousin? But you canât see the point. It wouldnât change anything now, youâre sure of that. Though youâre not sure if the snort and shake of your head is more because of how absurd it all is, or if itâs meant to answer his question. Either way, it fits. And as Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose, his jaw clenching in a steady rhythm, you donât say anything more.
The tension between you feels like itâs growing and the silence between you both is almost suffocating you. You try to distract yourself by looking at the scenery outside the window, but itâs no use.
âI never wanted to do all those things,â you mumble, as if you can somehow lift a bit of the weight off your chest. âBut I felt soâŚso unworthyâŚso empty. I needed to do it, even if I hated most of it.â
The waiter sets down your plates and drinks, wishing you a pleasant meal. Still, you donât look up at Jungkook, maybe out of embarrassment, maybe because you just canât. Instead, you stare at your food, forcing yourself to eat, even if itâs only a little.
âYou shouldnât have.â His voice is gentle, and you feel his gaze burning onto your face, though you try to ignore it. âNot for someone else, at least.â
Is he talking about himself? Or does he think you did it all for Yoongi? Either way, heâs right, though those words would have made more difference if heâd said them years ago.
âMaybe youâre right.â
Itâs unusual to see Jungkook eating so slowly, and itâs not like you to keep so quiet, either. Itâs not that you canât handle silence, but sharing a meal like this without any connection feels so pointless.
âWas it easy?â Jungkook eventually asks, and your eyes involuntarily snap up to him.
âWhat was?â
âMoving on so fastâŚâ
Sometimes, looking at Jungkook like you do now, you marvel at how much heâs matured. His features have lost that softness, his smooth skin now showing faint lines from laughter and time you werenât there to share.
Youâd always imagined growing old with him, and even though it hasnât been that long, your heart aches for all the time lost.
The faint, bluish shadows under his eyes, something he didnât even have during his finals, make him look not just tired, but drained off life. You can only hope itâs not because of you.
âI never did, so I canât say.â
You both go back to eating, letting silence settle again as you try to process it all. Maybe you need a whiteboard, or even a list, something to help you make sense of it all, thinking youâll definitely do that later, once youâre back at the hostel tonight.Â
More than half your plate is still full, but you canât seem to eat any more. As you set your cutlery down and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you notice Jungkookâs already finished his meal.
âYou should eat more.â
âIâm full. Iâll just take it to go.â
And after Jungkook sighs and nods, you do just that, quickly insisting youâll pay for your own meal, refusing to let him cover it for you.
Finally back outside, the sky has shifted, like your mood, from sunny and clear to dark, with low-hanging, heavy clouds.
âThatâs odd,â Jungkook mutters, fishing his phone out and typing quickly. âForecast didnât mention a downpour.â
âWhat should we do?â Your nerves flare, body tingling and palms starting to sweat as that familiar panic creeps in, the kind that takes over any time things veer off-plan.
Jungkookâs eyes dart over his screen, only adding to your unease.
âShit,â he curses under his breath and puts his phone away. âSo, uh, thereâs a thunder cell thatâs come up out of nowhere, and thereâs a warning for a severe snowstorm. But itâs all good. We still have time.â
Just then, the first big snowflakes start falling from the clouds, and the wind picks up. As you look up at the sky, your voice trembles, âJungkook?â
âAlright, okay, maybe we donât have as much time as I thought. Weâre going to head down this way quickly, but safely.â He points toward a fork in the path where you can see a sign with a blue dot in one direction and a black one in the otherâthe black meaning itâs the most difficult and dangerous run there is.
âOkay.â You donât sound entirely convinced, partly because, while you believe in your skills, you know that in these weather conditions, even the best skills wonât count for much.
âStrap on your board. We need to go.â
And you follow his instructions because, at this point, thereâs no other option. The wind has picked up dramatically by the time you straighten up again, and you have to strain every muscle to stay upright against its force.
Youâre terrified, and Jungkookâs focused, hurried pace isnât doing much to settle your nerves.
âYouâre leading, so I can keep my eyes on you.âÂ
You nod, shifting your weight forward to start descending, but keeping control of the board proves not just difficult, but almost impossible. Your vision blurs with the flurry of snowflakes, even through your goggles, you can barely make out the slope or see the fork ahead.
âTo the right!â you hear Jungkook shout from behind, his voice frantic to its core. But as you pick up speed, the wind shoves you beyond the limit of what you can handle, pushing you towards the left, dangerously close to the black run.
âTo the right, ___!â
You try, you really do, but you canât seem to manage it. Like a leaf in a gale, youâre pulled in the direction you donât want to go, helpless to stop it. Lungs burning with each short breath, you think you scream the moment you realise itâs too late, skidding down the steep, black slope.
You try to brake, just like Jungkook taught you, but your knees are weak, your muscles not trained enough to regain control.
Jungkook rushes up beside you, and even though youâre in full survival mode, his presence brings you a tiny sliver of reassurance, even if itâs just for a while.Â
âYouâre doing good, keep going!â
And you do, tears streaming down under your scarf. The storm keeps pushing you off course, pulling you again and again in directions you donât want to go. But Jungkookâs right there, sticking close beside you, trying to block out some of the windâs blasts and guiding you as best as he can.
It feels like an eternityâfighting against nature, fighting to stay upright, fighting the fear building stronger and stronger in your chest. Somehow, even though you left the marked slope ages ago, heading somewhere unknown and unsure if itâll lead you to safety, you spot a small, abandoned-looking hut in the distance.
âTry to stop!â Jungkook yells, his voice barely reaching you through the howling wind.
âNow?â
âNow!â
You manage to stop, though clumsily, falling hard onto your bum, every muscle aching so painfully youâre barely able to move. Jungkook ditches his board in seconds, crawling over to help you with yours as the frozen clips stubbornly resist coming loose.
âYou good?â He glances briefly at your face, breath visible in short puffs matching yours, his lips chapped and slightly split.
You nod, though youâre still trembling, trying to steady yourself as adrenaline surges through you without much mercy.Â
Jungkook gets up with your board in hand, offering his free hand to you in a heartbeat and pulling you up effortlessly. After he picks up his own board, jointing yours, he clasps your hand with his free one and bolts towards the hut, dragging you along with him.Â
Thankfully, or rather miraculously, the hutâs indeed abandoned and open. And while Jungkook pushes you inside first, letting the boards clatter onto the wooden floor as he leans against the door, both of you are panting and gasping for air, needing this break more than anything.Â
The hutâs not really windproof, small gaps in the wooden walls still letting the cold wind whistle inside.
âSeriously? What the hell were you thinking?!â He rips his helmet off and throws it to the boards on the ground.
You try to straighten yourself, though the acheâs nearly too much. âI⌠I tried. I⌠itâŚâ
âYou just never listen, do you? I told you to turn right back there, but of course, you went your own way. Always have, always will.â
The storm outsideâs picked up even more now, and the cold has seeped into your bones, though you still fold your arms, doing your best to keep your voice steady despite the burn in your lungs. âOh, please, Jungkook. Donât act like Iâm the only one who doesnât listen. Youâve got selective hearing when it suits you.â
He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair. âSelective hearing? I spent years trying to tell you things, but you were always too stubborn to actually listen.â
âRight, yeah, Iâm the stubborn one,â you snap right back. âYou still canât even talk to me unless itâs about some bullshit like snowboarding.â
âOh, as if youâre any better.â
âI am! You didnât even say one word before I left!â you explode, ripping off your helmet too, followed by your gloves, yeeting them across the hut.
âOh, fuck off, ___! I wanted to, but clearly, you couldnât wait to fuck Yoongi as soon as you got rid off me!â
âYoongiâs my cousin, Jungkook. Family. But I wouldnât expect you to know that, since you barely know anything about my life anymore.â
Jungkookâs face falls at that, and you can clearly see how his whole world view crumbles in his eyes, leaving nothing behind but a hollow sadness youâve never seen before. Though youâre sad too, youâre hollow too, and so you continue, âDonât pin this on me when I never moved on, when you were the one fucking Hara and giving her a baby.â
His unfocused eyes snap to you, lips still parted as he breathes, âI never slept with her. Sheâs Jinâs wife.â
You feel like youâre falling, falling so hard and fast you canât stop. The tears that coat your eyes are nothing compared to the agonising realisation ripping you open. All those years, even all this hurt youâve been experiencing these last few days, were unfounded.
If you werenât this close to Jungkook, youâd think his red nose was just from the cold, but the silver lining his eyes carry shows just how broken you both are, what you did to yourselves without even realising it in the first place.Â
âYou moved on,â you press out, fighting the sob that threatens to spill.
âI havenât.â
How foolish all the assumptions were, how foolish of him to assume just as much. How utterly foolish that you both lost the ability to talk to each other long before your relationship ended.
But maybe it had to come to this for you to learn what itâs like to be separated, to learn how to communicate⌠but have you really? You reckon you havenât, not given how things went down. Maybe itâs too late, just as Hope warned you, though a small, fragile part in you clings to the delusion that things might still turn out right.
âLetâs⌠letâs call for help.â You turn, unable to keep looking at Jungkook, and youâre sure he needs time to process the bomb thatâs just dropped.
âYeah,â heâs taking out his phone again, though the breath he lets out is nothing short of concerning. âMy phoneâs dead. How about yours?â
By now youâve sat down on the small, bare bed, as standing any longer would have had you fainting by this point. While you rummage through your inner coat pocket to pull out your old beaten-up phone, Jungkook stomps over with his snow-covered boots and sits down beside you, leaving enough space between you that it feels like miles.
Lighting up the screen, you see your phoneâs battery miraculously still well over 90%, but thereâs absolutely no signal. âNope, no signal. Weâre stranded.â
Just as youâre about to put your phone back, Jungkook stops you with his voice. âYou still got the case?â
You pause, looking over at him, only to meet hopeful eyes you canât quite place.
âUh, yeah. You clearly got rid of yours though.â
You hate sounding so bitter, but it is what it is. Years of feeling the way you did canât be undone with one revelation.
âI lost it⌠my phone, too, when I was in the Caribbean shortly after weâŚâ
You hum and nod because what else is there to do?
âWhy did you keep it?â
Your eyes stray from your phone, where youâre running your thumb over one of Jungkookâs doodles on the case like it always does, to him, though heâs not looking at you this time, just fiddling with his gloves in his lap.
âI canât get rid of memories. You should know that.â
âEven if theyâre bad?â He turns his head to you, though his eyes are fixed on your phone. The way heâs slouching is so unlike him, and it hurts to see what youâve done to him.
âThey arenât bad.â
Jungkook nods a few times, as if heâs trying to cement your words in his mind, rewriting everything he thought was real but never was.
Eventually, Jungkook stands up and walks over to a small closet, pulling open the doors to see whatâs inside.
âNo way.â He breathes out a laugh, and you crane your neck to look past his broad shoulders, though itâs no use.
When he turns, arms full of vacuum bags stuffed with blankets and pillows, you feel like you might scream in delight. Especially when Jungkook rips them open beside you and a waft of freshly washed fabric hits you.
âThatâs like hitting the jackpot.â You look up at him, your grin as wide as his as he just laughs. âCan you light the fireplace too?â
Jungkook furrows his brows as he looks around the hut, likely because he hadnât spotted it until now. But as soon as he clocks it, along with the stack of dried wood beside it, heâs off in a flash, inspecting the chimney and everything else.
Meanwhile, you gather all the bedding and spread it out on the bed, purposefully ignoring the fact that thereâs only this one bed in the hut and not even a couch. It shouldnât be a big dealâyouâve done more than sleep in the same bed as Jungkook before, and youâre both clearly single, so thereâs nothing your conscience can protest about.
Still, time has passed, and youâve clearly drifted apart more than you wouldâve liked. Itâs an unusual situation youâre in, an emergency really, and youâll have to adjust to it without reading too much into it.
âGot a lighter on you?â
You pull it out of your pocket, leaving Yoongiâs cigarettes in your pocket that you nicked this morning alongside before leaving, and toss the lighter his way which he catches effortlessly with one hand, lighting up the kindling heâs set, framed by a few larger sticks of wood.
Jungkook watches the fire intently, and soon enough the hutâs heating up, allowing you to take off your coat. Not wanting to keep your boots on any longerâby now, theyâve cut off all circulation in your feetâyou pull them off as well, then crawl onto the bed, settling against the headboard under the layers of blankets.
Youâre absolutely knackered at this point, and as you check the time on your phone, you realise itâs already past dinnertime.
âYou can join me, you know?â you smile as Jungkook turns around, muttering an âokayâ and starting to peel off his gear too, though you donât miss the flush creeping up to his ears.
How endearing he can still be.
The bedâs clearly not meant for twoâespecially not when Jungkookâs become this buff. Heâd probably struggle to fit on his own, let alone with someone else. And though youâre fairly petite next to him, youâre both squished together, personal space nonexistent. Still, itâs better than freezing to death outside.
âIâm so tired,â you yawn.
âIâm so hungry.â
The pout on Jungkookâs face makes you giggle; itâs just so him. Without thinking, you lean over him to fetch the food from your coat. Only when you settle back beside him do you notice how stiff heâs gone.
You donât comment on it, just hand him the leftovers, which he reluctantly takes, though this time he doesnât engulf your hands like he did yesterday. Not that youâd admit it, but youâre a bit sad he didnât do it again.
âYou hungry too? Itâs your food.â
âIâm good, Jungkook, please just eat.â
Youâre starting to read him again, just a bit less hazy than it was the last few days. So before he can start arguing with you, those sad boba eyes pleading for you to eat when youâre genuinely not hungry, you lay your hand over his arm, giving it a light squeeze. âIâm not hungry, promise.â
With that, Jungkook starts to eat and you lean back, slumping more into the blankets as he eats in silence, your eyes growing heavy with each passing minute.Â
âYou can sleep if you want.â Jungkook gently pulls the blanket higher over your shoulder as you lie down fully, your head nearly resting against his hip.
âIâm still cold,â you mumble sleepily, though thereâs no chance youâll really fall asleep while youâre still shivering like this. The stormâs really taken it out of you.
Jungkook shifts, and when you open your eyes, you realise heâs finished eating and is lying down facing you. âTurn around.â
Lying beside him like this, faces just inches apart, is something you never thought would happen again. And while itâs hard to look away from himâthe slope of his nose, the Cupidâs bow of his lips making them almost too invitingâyou fight against the blankets draped over you both and turn around. Jungkook slips an arm around your waist without much care, pulling you fully against him until thereâs no space left between you.
Heart racing like a hummingbirdâs wings, you try to relax into his hold, but the thin layer of fabric separating you makes it feel as though youâre bare. Youâd seen the contours of his body when he stripped off his gear, the black thermal shirt and pants clinging to his muscles like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. But feeling his solid body against yours like this, after so long, leaves your head spinning in circles you canât seem to stop.
You havenât noticed how your hips press back against his crotch, havenât noticed the way your body instinctively moves against his until Jungkookâs breath hits your ear.
âSorry,â you breathe, but somehow, you canât bring yourself to stop. His large hand, which had been resting on the mattress beside you, slides up along your stomach, stopping just before cupping your breast from below, and you know youâve stepped through a door that shouldâve been left closed.
Heat rises within you, making you shiver with something far more pleasant than the cold. You need more of him, more of his touch, and your hand slips from beneath the blankets, reaching back to tangle in the hair at the back of his head, willing yourself to just feel and nothing more.Â
His quick breaths ghost across the part of your neck thatâs bare, just enough to spark more want not only in your heart but your cunt too. You tug gently at his hair, urging him down, igniting a fire you know wonât be put out easily.
Before his hand fully cups your breast, he pulls you even tighter against him, hot lips kissing and sucking at your skin as you press yourself back, trying to ease the ache between your legs against his growing cock.
The low moans slipping from Jungkookâs throat are music to your ears, and the realisation that he likely sang that song not for Hara, but for you, sends another wave of arousal out of your cunt.
âJungkookâŚâ you rasp, basking in his touch, but as soon as his name leaves your lips, he pulls back.
Thinking youâve done something wrong, you turn your head, only to see him tugging off the last of his clothes. Relieved and more turned on than youâve ever been, you strip off your own gear, leaving the blanket draped over you. Itâs been years, your bodyâs changed, and while you know it shouldnât matter, you still hope he doesnât notice.
In a blink, heâs back, resuming where he left off, though now itâs his warm, smooth skin against yours. The ridges of his abdomen press along your back, and the feel of his cockâhard and oh so hotâagainst the cheeks of your ass is pure bliss.
You turn your head, trying to catch his gaze, maybe even hoping for a kiss, but when you catch sight of the familiar chain around his neck, it stops you in your tracks.
Jungkook pauses too, his eyes questioning, but as soon as he realises what youâre looking at, he gives you a lazy smirk, his hand cupping your face to turn you towards him and with it your whole body.Â
You expect him to kiss you now, hungrily like he always did, but instead, he brushes his lips along your cheek, your neck, shifting to settle between your legs while the cool metal of the chainâs grazing your tits with every shift of his body.
âI donât have a condom. I couldâŚeat you out.â
His thigh pressing against you doesnât lessen the ache, but you remember the one scare you had together, that time you thought you might be pregnant not long after youâd started dating. It wasnât that you wouldnât have wanted it, but youâd both been so young. Even now, the thought makes your heart skip, but not as violently as it used to. Youâd be ready and willing to take the risk, though, would he?Â
âIâm clean, on the pill.â
Jungkook lets out a low groan against your neck as you press your thigh gently against his cock, needing to give something back.
âI havenât been with anyone since you. So clean.â
Is he serious? The thought hits you hard, and though you know he never lied to you before, you still canât help but pull back, needing to see his face.
âYou havenât?â
âNo.â His voice is barely a whisper, and the same love you remember shines in his eyes, making you tear up.
âMe too.â
âFuck.â He returns to your neck, his fingers tracing your lines until they find your weeping cunt, slipping between your lips to spread your juices in gentle, familiar strokes as he preps you, every touch an echo of the love that maybe never faded.
The first stretch of his middle finger inside you is nothing short of insane, drawing you higher with a single stroke than any toy has managed in years. The way your cunt clenches around him seems to drive Jungkook on even more as he pumps with precise motions, soon adding his ring finger, bringing you dangerously close to euphoria.
Jungkookâs free hand roams from your neck to your tits, back and forth, squeezing, mapping you out like he forgot how you felt like, though finally resting on your jaw as he nestles his head between your shoulder and neck, leaving soft love bites in his wake.
Itâs when he picks up the pace, the base of his palm hitting your clit relentlessly with each thrust, that you come undone, your orgasm flooding over his hand as he continues, determined to not stop just yet.Â
A muffled whine of your name slips from his lips, softer than youâve ever heard, and while you long to hear him call your pet name like he used to, it only amplifies the fullness in your heart for him.
Jungkook keeps his fingers inside you, now scissoring them to stretch you further as you cling to his back, not caring if you leave angry marks.Â
âThink you can take it?â
âYes,â you mewl, not caring if you couldnât. Youâll take him, you need him, need to feel as if none of those years apart ever happened.
Once again, you think he might finally kiss you, but instead, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your damp forehead. You momentarily frown, but itâs forgotten the second his cock aligns with your still sobbing cunt, dragging up and down to coat his entire length and even his tight balls.
The sight of Jungkook when he finally pushes in is nothing short of mesmerising. Heâs so perfectly sculpted, every muscle cord defined, and with his piercings and tattoo sleeve, he looks like a fantasy you never dared dreaming of.Â
Youâve always had a weak spot for tattoos, but seeing them inked across Jungkookâs skin? Thatâs your ultimate downfall. A glorious downfall, as the burn of his thick length pushing deep inside you sends you reeling, until heâs so far in that you canât tell where he starts and you end.
âOh my god,â you choke out, overwhelmed by everything Jungkook isâand everything heâs become.
Heâs unusually silent, though you barely notice, not when he begins to rock his hips, leisurely sliding his massive cock in and out, low grunts and moans escaping him as his gaze locks onto yours and not dares to stray.Â
Jungkook leans back, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, sweat forming in small beads along the ridges of his chest and abs, dripping down despite the cold. His nipples are hard, and your mouth waters with the urge to suck on them. But seeing his own mouth slightly parted, breaths quickening in time with the rhythm of his hips, youâre sure heâs thinking the same, drawn to your own nipples, standing proud on the jiggling flesh of your chest.Â
And while you wish you were the flicker of firelight dancing across his skin, youâre not far behind, as his hands find their way from your hips to your tits, caressing them like he always did, giving you everything and far more. You need something to ground yourself, a way to keep from shattering under the emotions running wild in your mind, intensified with every thrust Jungkook drives into your core. So, you grip his wrists, not to stop him, but to urge him onâto make him pinch harder.
Maybe you need the bite of it, maybe you want him to not just take away the ache, but be the reason you remember this night years from now.
âJungkook, Iâm so close, oh my god.â
The grunt that escapes him reverberates through you, nearly pushing you over the edge on its own, but he slows, setting a gentler pace as he shifts so his mouth can worship you from your breasts to your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys across your delicate skin.
You know the two of you will be marked by the end of the night, and right now, thatâs all you want. You want to leave yourself etched into his skin, to reclaim your place not only in his heart but in every part of him.
In this moment, itâs like youâre finally wholeânot just because Jungkook fills you completely, but because he completes you. He always has, and while youâve both been damned by what happened before, it feels like redemption might be close.
âYouâreâŚâ Jungkook murmurs against your skin, his warm breath searing into you, though you need him to finish his sentence, need to hear it.
But as you cradle his head in your hands and he lifts his gaze to meet yours, his eyes are hooded, yet glistening, and your throat tightens at the sight too.
Face to face, you share the same breath, as if you share one heart, your small hands gripping his face as if you never want to let go, his hands cradling your small head with the tenderness that once meant everything. Itâs as though you feel what heâs trying to sayâbut somehow, you donât.
Thereâs still a wall between you, still something unsaid screaming in the silence that just canât seem to go away, and youâre sure he feels it too. He feels it as your orgasm builds, feels it in the desperation of his own thrusts, in the matching, agonising, wordless ache in both your eyes, feels it when you both shatter together in a burst of all colours and stars in existence.Â
And then, all thatâs left is pain.
He hasnât kissed you, and you didnât kiss him either.
And as he pulls his now-softening length from your still-pulsing cunt and reaches for a tissue from his trousers off the floor to help you clean up, he silently gets dressed.Â
Dresses as if heâs ashamed, dressed as if he regrets it, dressed as if youâre the worst thing thatâs ever happened to him.
So you do the same, slipping into your clothes before lying back down, shifting as close to the wall as possible, facing away from him to give him some peace where none is found.Â
The tears falling silently onto the pillow should only be from the shivering thatâs returned, a byproduct of the cold that momentarily disappeared but is now back as if you were never meant to feel warm again.
Finally, exhaustion sweeps over you. Physically. Mentally. And everything in between.Â
And as Jungkook lies down too, once more pulling you close and wrapping you in the warmth you crave more than you can bear to admit, your eyes fall shut almost effortlessly.
Maybe sleeping it all away will make it better, forgotten as a dream that never was.
Forgotten, like everything good that once was but now isnât anymore.
Forgotten, like the tear you feel slide down the back of your neck, disappearing into the fabric of your shirt where all your sins and failures lie buried.
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IM FEELING ANGSTY TODAY so what about 141 who is in love with reader but they are in love with someone else <3
ANON! STRAIGHT TO JAIL!
But in all seriousness, I love some yummy angst. Make me suffer. Make the characters suffer. Let's all suffer a little bit. Hope you shed a tear or two (or don't).
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Presented in four double drabbles.
Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, alcohol, stalking, flirting, yearning, angst, suggestive themes, brief mention of intimate relations, divorce, co-parenting, nurse!reader
Word Count: 800
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John Price
The door opens, and your smiling face greets him. You look a bit tired, but even so, you're beautiful. John wants to snapshot this moment. To savor it.
âYouâre early,â you breathe.
John shrugs. âThat all right?â
He did it on purpose. The new boyfriend shouldnât be home yet, which means John can have some time with you.
âIs that Dad?â
The familiar voice of his daughter and small feet slapping against a wood floor reaches him. She appears, arms outstretched eagerly.
âHey there, dove,â chuckles John, lifting his daughter into his arms. âReady to spend the weekend with me?â
She squeals with delight, her small arms wrapping around his neck. John glances at you, urging memory to resurface and seize you both.
But it is not to be.
The boyfriend appears. The man that came after the divorce.
John doesnât blame you for moving on. His job drained the marriage into nothing.
But he still wants you.
âJohn,â nods the man in greeting.
âIs her bag ready?â asks John, addressing you and not acknowledging the boyfriend.
âYes,â you reply, handing it to him.
John wants to say, âI love you.â
But he doesnât.
âIâll bring her back Sunday evening.â
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Vape smoke lingers in the air.
Kyle reclines on the sofa, his head on a pillow, scrolling his socials in the dim dark. The television is on, the volume turned low to create background noise. On the table next to him is a bottle of tequila, half-empty and warm. He takes a swig, savoring the burn.
Kyleâs gaze is glued to the phone screen, fingers tapping until he finds your page.
He shouldnât do this. Itâll only upset himâmaking him yearn for something he doesnât have and might never know. Itâs a foolish endeavor. Heartbreak just for fucking kicks.
He gazes at your smiling face, of how perfect you are to him. Itâs not fucking fairâeven if he respects your choice.
You should be his. The two of you should be together.
But there is someone else. A man that Kyle despises but only because youâre not his. The bloke is a good man. Heâll take care of you. Treat you right. Be there when you need him and not away on another mission without any idea of when or if heâs coming back.
Kyleâs chest aches.
"Fuck," he sighs, locking his phone.
He reaches for the tequila.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âHow bad is it, doc? Think Iâll live?â
Soap puts every ounce of devious flirtation he can in his tone. Heâs putting it on thick.
He gives you his best smile, and he gets the exact reaction he wants.
Your head bows in embarrassment, a soft smile spreading on your face. Your touch is gentle, taking great care to wrap the wound on his bicep.
Youâre flustered. Itâs bloody adorable.
âYouâll live, sergeant,â you reply, voice a little husky.
Itâs such a small thing, but Soap clings to it. To him, this is a sliver of hope. A possibility even though reality says otherwise.
Soap leans in a bit, pushing into your space which almost seems to worsen your flustered demeanor. âI took a hard hit.â
âYou did,â you agree. âItâs good they brought you in.â
You have no idea Soap asked Simon to hit him harder during training just so heâd end up here.
But itâs not to be.
The man that has your heart arrives, strolling into the communal exam room without even glancing at Soap.
âYouâre ready to go, sergeant,â you reply brightly, demeanor changing now that your boyfriend is here.
Soapâs stomach twists into a knot.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon sits in the dark in his home office. A slight twinge of shame paints his mood, like it always does when he watches the monitors.
He tells himself he does this to protect you. That heâs looking after you even if youâre not aware of his actions. This is just a precaution until you finally realize that you should be his.
Simon removes a cigarette from his jacket pocket. When it ignites, and that luscious burn hits his lungs, a calmness settles over him.
His actions are valid. This behavior is fine.
Simon settles back in his chair, gaze roaming over the different camera views. There are fifteen of them in total. Each one is in your home in various rooms. Infiltration and surveillance are something heâs fucking good at. And heâs done it here with excellent precision.
Itâs some of his best work.
In your bedroom, youâre currently on your back, and completely naked. The wanker you call a âboyfriendâ is thrusting like a bloody fucking idiot. Itâs clear to Simon that this man only cares about himself.
Simon could make you come. Heâd give you plenty of orgasms.
But youâre not his.
You belong to someone else.
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Kinktober đ day one: Thigh riding!
cw: thigh riding, dry humping, reader is bratty, mention of food and eating, mentions of spanking, mentions of oral sex, public sex, mention of horror films, mention of male and female masturbation, dominant Simon, breast play, reader and Simon have banter (he isnt just a nob)
Simon Riley who had never really cared or enjoyed going out to the cinema. So what a new movie you want to see has come out- are you that impatient, you canât wait and watch it home but instead spend a stupid amount of money on overpriced popcorn and drinks just to be in front of a big screen? And not only that but surrounded by other people who are chewing- rustling sweet packets and slurping on their straws- laughing loudly at moments that arenât even funny and sitting way too close to each other? No, he absolutely hated it.
âSimon please! Iâve been wanting to watch this horror film ever since they revealed it was being made! Please can we go?â Youâd asked him, eyes almost glossy with tears from how hard youâd been begging him. Your shoulders slumped and eyes full of hope when he throws his head back with a sigh, how could he say no to his pretty girl?
It was date night after all, the two of you usually did something romantic together. The idea of date night was perfect at first, youâd gone bowling, star gazing, played card games, youâd even roped him into a karaoke night somehow- but now it was usually a nice meal out before coming home and fucking for hours. Now donât get him wrong, he wasnât complaining about it, the food was usually good and the sex was incredible but it could get a bit repetitive. A change could be nice- even if he hated it.
âFine but get a seat in the corner at the back. I donât want to be near people.â He grumbled as he opened up his phone, finding the website and passing it over for you to book. You whined, throwing your head back in annoyance like a spoiled fucking brat and Simons jaw clicked. If he wasnât so irritated by the fact he was being forced to go to the cinema, heâd stand up and make you lean against the wall. His hand spanking your behind so hard it would leave a hand print because you know better than to act like this. You know better than to act like a child.
âBut Simon! We wonât even be able to see the screen! No one ever sits at the back!â He looked up at you, his eyes darker than the sky outside, as he crossed his arms, biceps pretty much spewing out of his t-shirt as he stared, coldly, at you.
He was already pissed off you were wasting money to go see something you could watch together. Curled up on the sofa, in a warm blanket as he passes you a warm hot drink heâd made. There was no way you could convince him to sit in a middle seat surrounded by other people. He blinked slowly, waiting for you to speak but you just turned away.
Huffing as you booked the seats in the far left corner, last row and turned back around. You passed him his phone back before you ran upstairs to slip on some decent clothes. Changing out of your pyjamas and into something comfortable, pulling your hair up and out the way before rushing back down stairs to find your shoes. Simon looked you up and down, his eyebrows furrowed at your outfit and you froze.
âWhat?â You asked but his eyes remained on your body before slowly looking up and locking eyes with yours. It was clear there was something on his mind from how focused he was on you, how he was trying to read your every move, looking away quickly and back to his phone.
âYou not going to get ready?â He asked and you let out a small laugh. Was he actually serious? Did he think that you were going to come running down the stairs in a long red cocktail dress, makeup done to the nines, heels and a matching handbag to watch a horror movie in a cinema? You shook your head, slipping into your trainers as you spoke.
âItâs a cinema Simon, not a formal event. You need to be comfy in order to enjoy the film. Do I nod look good?â His eyes fell down you again and fuck, how could he allow you to go out dressed like this? Your thighs looked perfect in your tight black leggings, they sculpted and shaped your figure so well and that baggy grey hoodie which was originally his made you look incredible. As much as you suited long beautiful dresses, makeup and hair, you dressed so effortlessly made it impossible for him not to chub up in his jeans.
âYeah, you look stunning. Howâs about we get goinâ then?â His voice was gruff as his body emerged from the chair he was dominating, his figure towering over you as he reached for his car keys and headed out. You let out a smile before following him to his car and sliding in the passenger seat as he drove.
When youâd arrived, youâd managed to talk him into letting you buy a large box of popcorn and two drinks, despite him saying how much he didnât want one. The two of you had found your seats, sat in the corner as you began to tuck into your snacks already, grinning like a happy little girl while Simon sat beside you, sulking- scrolling on his phone. You frowned at him about to tell him to âGrow upâ when the movie started.
Youâd gotten about halfway through and the popcorn and your drink was already gone, and instead of eating you sat anxiously watching the film. The jumpscares making you leap out of your seat meanwhile Simon just laughs. You were impressed how little he flinched, figuring it must have been the fact heâs used to loud noises in the military, but actually it was because he wasnât paying attention the film. The light from the big screen shined down onto the material of your leggings, his body warmed with hunger.
He wanted to be between your legs right now, he wanted you to trap and squeeze his face between your thighs as he devoured you. Hoping you wouldnât let him breathe or let his face go until you came on his tongue, his little bratty baby who can use him however she wants. Heâd spoil you, heâd spoil you so good.
His eyes traced up the curve of your tits in his hoodie, it was only a subtle little curve due to how big it was on you but fuck, it was enough to get him throbbing in his underwear. His hand instantly palming himself through his jeans before a grumble of annoyance left your lips.
A pair of two, a woman and a man, had just snuck in, squeezing by people watching the movie before sitting down in the seats in front of you. The manâs head was quite tall and blocking a heavy portion of the screen for you and you groaned leaning in next to Simon.
âI cant see.â Youâd whispered and Simon snorted, looking back at the screen with a smirk, hand now placed at his side despite his urge to start stroking his cock.
âWell youâre the one who wanted to come.â He teased, the back of his head hit the top section of his seat, his eyes glued to the screen, just to let you know he had a perfect view and you bit your lip in rage. Not only could you not see the film youâd wanted to watch for months, the guy who you dragged along and begged to come had a perfect view. He didnât even want to be here!
âWell youâre the one who picked where we sat!â You spat back out to him, keeping your voice quiet as you sunk back into your seat, watching what you could of the screen because the more you bickered, the more of it you missed. Simon laughed as he remained in his position, eyes flickering from the screen to you and despite the banter, his heart tugged slightly.
You did want to watch this film, as much as he hated cinemas he knew how much you loved this film franchise and it was a shame to spend all this money on the both of you not having a fun time. His arm swooped around your waist tugging you towards him, up and over the arm rest between you and into his lap. Your eyes went wide, head turning to face him him.
âWhat are you-â But before you could question him, he kissed your lips, a smile on his own as he looked into your eyes, leaning in again. His mouth found your ear as he quietly whispered.
âJust enjoy the movie, love.â And with a deep breath you smiled, turning your attention back to the screen and getting lost in the film again. It was easy for you to just sit back and relax, eyes running over the screen as you watched it softly. Perched up in Simons lap, completely obvious to how hard Simon was fighting for control. How hard he was fighting the urge to push you back over to your seat and fuck the living hell out of you.
Your ass was pressed nice and neatly against his length, he was sure if you decided to move a slight bit, that you would be able to feel it and it was making him a madman. His hands rose to your waist slowly, diving beneath the fabric of your hoodie, feeling the smooth warm skin in his hands, squeezing it and rubbing it slowly. His head fell to your shoulder, watching the moving from there but he wasnât sure how long he would be able to last.
âSimon?â Youâd whispered as that was his limit reached. Hearing you whisper his name back to him had him breathing heavier, his hands digging into you as he pushed you back against him. Your eyes widening when you felt him under you, feeling his body brush against yours sent sparks to your pussy. The movie was a distant memory all of a sudden as you moved your body forward and against him. Rolling my hips in subtle movements.
A groan left his lips but instead of keeping you on his cock he lifted you slightly, placing you on his thigh. Bouncing his leg a little underneath you, wanting you to please yourself, as your skin flushed in the dark. You shouldnât be doing this; not here. There was over 20 people in the room and here you were, riding against his thigh like a whore but it felt heavenly. The friction was addictive against your clit, warm, melted- like drowning hot honey. Your head flew back and Simons hands raised to your tits, pinching your nipples through the bra and squeezing them tightly to keep you needy.
âKeep going, be a good girl and hump my thigh.â He whispered, watching in awe as your hips rocked faster. Your eyes unfocused and hazy, while your mouth hung agape. You could feel your pussy throb inside your panties and the urge to stuff your fingers down your leggings was unbearable. It was so wrong- but it felt so fucking right.
You rutted against him faster and faster as one of his hands left your tits and instead grabbed your cunt through your clothes. His thumb finding your clit instantly and he circled it through the fabric: watching your orgasmic expression while your body twitched. When he withdrew his hand you flipped around facing him, grinding against him while looking deep into his eyes.
Suspenseful music played through the speakers of the cinema, and a laugh left your mouth at the timing. The louder it got, the closer you felt. Simon picked up on this gripping your waist eagerly, helping you rock against him while he praised you. People clutched their popcorn buckets and closed their eyes in fear while you threw your head back, until screams echoed the room and a moan left your lips.
Collapsing back into Simon as your chest rose and fell, your cum gushing out your hole and dampening your panties shamelessly- you probably leaked through your leggings too either how wet you were. Simon smiled to himself, kissing your neck long and hard as he held you close, his touch comforting and sensual as he calmed you slowly. Letting you come down from the high he gave you before chucking.
âMaybe cinemas arenât the worst thing ever..â
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