#but the messaged me back to ask for more details and told me a bit about their kid which is a very good sign
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There are rich parents who hire people to take their kids to the zoo and I might just have landed one of those jobs
#fingers crossed!#i'll probably hear from them tomorrow#but the messaged me back to ask for more details and told me a bit about their kid which is a very good sign
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đ svt reacts to 'i used to have a little bit of a crush on you'.
anon â "svt reacting to reader texting them âi used to have a bit of a crush on u lolâ to test the waters (bc reader definitely still has that crush)"
â âthis took me a hot minute but tbh i was sold the moment i saw the ask. such a goood prompt
â§âËâ©ćœĄ includes: reader crushing on svt, [super duper light] angst (just with jihoon tbh), crack/fluff/etc., headcanons under the cut.
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someone as pouty as seungcheol would not let that text slide. 'used to'? he will absolutely pester you for details. on top of that, he'll mope about your feelings for him 'fading' so quickly. when you eventually confide to him that it's still a present-day thing, he'll probably hold a grudge until you go after him. he's not happy to be played with, especially when it comes to your feelings for him.
jeonghan, as usual, is quick on his feet. here's the thing: he's one of the few who know you're messing around. he probably knows you still have a crush on him and will be quick to mess with you so he can get you to admit that. he's smooth about how he confesses to reciprocating your feelings, although he has a way of making it look like it's harmless flirtation. he's already plotting on how to pull the rug underneath you next time for attempting to prank him like this.
it's so hard to joke about things like these with joshua. he'll be genuinely upset that your crush is in the past tense, and will be just as insistent as seungcheol in finding out why things might have changed. unable to resist his babygirl tendencies, you're likely to come clean and he'll do a full 180. he doesn't mind that you tried to prank him; he's amused, even, and mostly just glad that he has a reason now to confess as well.
junhui will be relentless. whether it's sending you his selfies or buying you food, he's going to be a little extra in bringing those feelings back. even if you insist that you were kidding and that the crush is still very much existent, he won't believe you. he's going to do everything for you to keep your eyes on him, no questions asked.
soonyoung is not about to waste a moment once he gets that text. if he has to drive, if he has to run, he'll do it. he'll be on your doorstep within minutes, out of breath and still his usual overdramatic self. "used to? used to?" he'll demand, minutes away from a full-on tantrum. "what do you mean, used toâ when i like you nowwwâ?!"
if you're going to pull his leg, wonwoo is going to do it right back. he's always been calm and collected under pressure; this is no exception. he's not about to crack over a message that's so obviously a joke. like jeonghan, he has some sense that your feelings are still present tense. he's just a lot more suave in trying to get you to admit it. after all, wonwoo doesn't mind taking his time.
jihoon wouldn't be devastated, per se, but the little 'used to' will sting more than he really cares to admit. he's the type who will end up spiraling over this if you don't amend it quickly. what if i told them i liked them much earlier? what if i hadn't done this, hadn't done that? when you come clean, he'll probably just be like "oh." before taking it as a cue to finally be honest with himself (and you), too.
mingyu is in the club of those-who-know-the-crush-is-still-there, but he's definitely one of the more insufferable about it. he will wheedle that confession out of you if it's the last thing he does. in typical mingyu fashion, there's a healthy dose of teasingâ but at the end of it all, you can trust that he'll give just as much as he takes.
seokmin would be so broken up about the fact that your supposed confession is after the fact. when he says he needs a moment, he's going to spend a couple of hours frantically typing out the best response in his notes app. it turns out to be more of a stream of consciousness where he praises you, confesses, and asks you out in one breath.
don't be fooled by minghao seeming the most normal about this whole thing. his hands are shaking as he types out his responses, as his mind goes absolutely overdrive on The Right Thing To Say. all of that goes out the window when you give him an opening. The Right Thing To Say be damned. he would very much like to find out what could have been different if you knew this could go somewhere.
if anybody would be playfully annoyed about this little turn of events, it'd be seungkwan. and he'd make it everybody's problem, too! by the time he gets back to you, half of the group already knows that you've allegedly gotten over your crush on seungkwan. when you confront him, he's quick to be the perfect picture of innocent. "what, gonna tell me it's wrong?" he'll tease. "you're just upset because you still like me, don't you?"
vernon's attempt to be chill backfires almost instantly. he's the type who will try (and fail) to feign nonchalance, like a confession from you is just an every day thing. but then you press and he realizesâ well, there's not much hiding to do at this point. he'll tell you the truth if only because he's just glad to have it off his chest.
nobody is going to be more pissed at this prank than chan will be. not only did you manage to get him to accidentally confess, but he will also feel like his pride has taken a real hit. he'll give you a cold shoulder and whine about it for days. when he gets over it, only then will you have a chance to discuss what this all means. (and how you should never, ever joke around with chan about something like this ever again.)
#svt smau#seventeen smau#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt crack#seventeen crack#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#ââ á”ᔠ⊠reqs#ââ á”ᔠ⊠mine#[ jun is the real winner in this 1..... whewwww ]
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You were absolutely furious, fingers typing so aggressively that Rafe couldâve sworn your phone was going to split into two. Your eyebrows were furrowed, frustrated sighs and groans coming from your perch at the edge of the bed. Your boyfriend, Rafe, was propped up on the headboard, waiting patiently for you to start complaining again so he could convince you to leave it alone.
âI just.. I donât get it!â You finally complained, throwing yourself back onto the sheets and carrying your phone with you, rolling onto your stomach to continue typing.
âHm?â He asked, looking at you and growing increasingly impatient but trying his best to keep up the facade.
âBrianna keeps saying.. ugh!â You looked at your phone with confusion and disgust, starting to type again with even more anger than before. âWhat is goinâ on? Canât be that big a deal.â Rafe said, rolling his eyes at your dramatics.
âBrianna is saying that I told Jessie that her ex was hanging out with Jamie but I never said that!â You protested, not raising your gaze to look at his confused face as you continued, âShe said that Iâm a lying slut but she doesnât even have any proof!â
Rafe shifted, his defensive side slowly coming out as he heard the full details of the conversation. You went on, re-reading messages while still typing out rebuttals to Briannaâs angry claims, desperately trying to bring Rafe up to speed.
âShe wonât let me get a word out, Jesus!â You scoffed, finally looking up at Rafe as tears slowly started to brim your eyes.
âHey.. hey. Sâokay, um..â He said, gently pulling you up to comfort your shaking body, âLetâs just.. go to her house. Reason with her, yeah?â His suggestion seemed absolutely crazy, but you werenât ready to keep typing out response after response. Rafe had always told you to be the bigger person, even if most of the time he didnât follow his own advice. This was your way to end the petty drama.
Rafeâs eyes widened with a bit of surprise when you nodded your head in agreement, âReally?â He asked, a little caught off-guard that you actually want to take his advice for once.
âYeah, letâs go. Gotta be the bigger person.â You said, your voice an angry murmur as you stood up, pulling your poor, confused boyfriend up with you.
âWhatever you say, princess.â He said, letting you drag him to his car with determined steps.
The two of you got into the sporty car and you crossed your arms over your chest, too angry to play music off of your phone like you normally did. Thoughts raced through your mind as the reality of the situation dawned on you. You knew it was too late to turn back anyways, and Brianna needed someone to talk some sense into her.
Rafe pulled up to her house, looking at you with a knowing gaze as you stormed out of the car. You were on a roll, up until you approached the front door. You let go of some pride when you turned around, waiting for Rafe to be by your side. Eventually, you knocked angrily on the door with him behind you, standing awkwardly with his hands shoved into his pockets.
Brianna opened the door, immediately rolling her eyes at your furious face.
âWhy are you saying all of this stuff about me?â You asked, arguing with your hands as you tried to get her to talk to you like a normal person.
âIâm only telling the truth.â She said plainly, obviously trying to stifle a giggle.
âWhat is your problem with me?â You said, voice raising as she rolled her eyes again.
âNever had a problem with you until today. You lied, sweetie.â She said, glancing over to her side a few times with a smirk filled to the brim with faux confidence.
You looked behind you to Rafe, a confused look on your face as he returned it with a crease in his brow. You looked around the corner, inviting yourself in despite Briannaâs protests. Your jaw dropped when you realized that Jessica and Jamie were both sitting in her living room, giggling to themselves before your eyes connected with theirs. That shut them up real quick.Â
Without hesitation you invited yourself in, Rafe following behind you but stopping at the door frame as you and Brianna got into it again.
âYou know youâre lying!â You yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in her annoyed face.
âAll I know is that youâre a whore who likes to cause drama for attention.â Rafeâs face dropped and you stopped your rant, waiting for anything else to come out of her mouth. Lucky for her, nothing ever did.
âWhat did you just say?â You asked, astonished that she would ever say something like that while she knew what a hypocrite it made her.
âYeah, what?â Rafe said from the doorway, the reminder of his presence giving you an extra, and probably unnecessary, boost of confidence.
âGod Rafe, mind your business.â Brianna scoffed, stalking towards you. âDonât talk to him like that.â You said defensively, taking an equal amount of steps to her as well.
âIâll talk to him however the fuck I want to. In fact, I think you both are attention whores with daddy issu-â
Your fist made contact with her face before you could even think about it. She crumpled to the ground, holding her cheek. The realization set in and you started to step away, but she got up and swung back almost instantly.Â
Suddenly, the two of you were throwing your fists wherever you could reach, yelling and screaming over the sound of skin on skin. Naturally, Rafe swooped in the keep Brianna away and take your place. As expected, she backed off at the sight of Rafe who had a impulsively violent stare in his own eyes. Like clockwork, you got right back to swinging when Rafe initially let go of you. He grabbed your waist, pulling you away as you yelled and screamed, trying to break away to swing again. âHey.. Hey! Shut up, will ya? Jesus.â Rafe said quietly into your ear, forcing you out of the house before sweeping you off of your feet when you tried to go back again.
âCâmon tough guy, sâtime to go home, aâight?â He asked you, appearing to be satisfied with the annoyed nod that you gave him.
The ride back home consisted of his occasional concerned glances and your inevitable tears, pouring down your face and onto your swollen lips. You had opened your mouth to say something, maybe an explanation, maybe some kind of defense, but nothing came out and the two of you sat in silence.
Rafe let out a prolonged sigh when he finally got to tannyhill, parking and looking over at you to get a better view. He took your salty-wet face in his hand as he looked you over. A busted lip, lightly black eye, and a few other minor injuries were what you brought back, along with fresh tears as he looked at you with disappointment.
âThought you were gonna take the high road on this one, hm? Rafe asked, brushing the messy strands of your hair away from your face.
âMâsorry Rafey..â You tried to start an apology, but empty sobs came out of your chest and he held your face in his hands, trying to comfort you as you cried.
The severity of the situation had finally set into you as Rafe made you sit on the kitchen counter to bandage your scratches.
âDidnât know my girl could swing like that. Didnât know you had it in ya.â He commented with an unreadable smile, getting the homemade first aid kit from the pantry and eventually coming back to you.
Bandages littered your body as Rafe picked you up, carrying you up to his bedroom and laying you down.
âThought you knew better than to do that shit..â He muttered as you curled up onto him in his own bed, âDidnât think I would have to tell you not to start swinginâ.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to stop tears from flooding your eyes again, âI didnât mean-â âYou did the right thing.â Rafe told you, kissing the top of your head as his toxic reassurance coursed through your mind.
âJs donât be out here doinâ that shit again.â âWasnât planning on it, Rafe.â âYou beat her ass real good.â
You smiled.
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can you eo a fic where riki has a secret gf and the members find out, like they see a spicy picture of the two on his phone or something
freaky ass couple gets caught by Jake đ€ wc: 500
⊠chaotic mild suggestive content and some swearing
Riki had been dating his secret girlfriend for a few months now, and he was determined to keep their relationship under wraps from the other Enhypen members. He knew they would tease him relentlessly if they found out, but he couldn't resist the thrill of sneaking around and keeping a secret. One night, while all the members were chilling in the living room together, Riki was lying on the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone.
He had an album of pictures of you and him, some innocent and some a bit more risqué, hidden in a folder on his phone. He was so engrossed in one of the recent pictures you sent him that he didn't notice Jake standing behind him until it was too late.
"What's that you got there, Riki?" Jake asked slyly, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer.
Riki tensed up, quickly trying to hide the incriminating evidence, but it was too late. Jake had already seen a glimpse of the picture before Riki could close the app.
"It's nothing," he stammered, trying to act nonchalant. "Just, uh, some memes and stuff."
Jake raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Sure, sure," he said, leaning back against the couch with a smirk. "That's why your face is turning beet red right?"
Riki felt a flush creeping up his ears
"Look, I just. I have a girlfriend, okay? But I haven't told you guys yet, and I'd appreciate it if you could keep it to yourself."
Jake whistled, pretending to be shocked.
"Wow, our little Riki has a girlfriend! Who would have guessed?" He playfully slapped Riki on the back. "Just you know don't be looking at that kind of stuff in the open".
Riki blushed even harder, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered.
"I'll be more careful next time. Just, please, don't tell the others yet. I'm not ready for all the teasing and interrogation."
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I won't say anything yet," he promised, placing his hand on his heart. "But you better be prepared, because they're gonna be relentless when they find out. Especially Sunghoon and Jay."
Riki groaned, running a hand through his hair.
"Ugh, I know. They're gonna grill me for every little detail. But I can handle it. She's worth it."
Riki glanced down at his phone again, smiling softly at his home screen picture of you. Despite the initial embarrassment, he was so excited to have someone to talk about you with.
Jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head chuckling. "damn didn't think I would ever see your nonchalant ass be so whipped, man. But I get it. Love makes us do crazy things." He clapped Riki on the shoulder.
Riki playfully pushed him away, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. You better not tell anyone about this, or I'll beat your ass-" he threatened jokingly and he received a message
Riki's phone buzzed with a message from you, prompting him to quickly open it and type out a response before Jake could peek over his shoulder
"lemme?...wrap a..fruit roll up around it- WHAT? Jake screamed as he read the message you sent riki
Authors note: had fun writing this lol enjoy!! đ requests open!!
© xosamioo 2024 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.
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đđđđ đđđ - đđąđŹđđźđ«đđąđ
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader, mean jock!Steve Rogers x naive!reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: smutt, noncon, dubcon, daddy!kink, dd/lg vibes, choking, spanking, anal play, fingering, size difference, innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: You never thought you'd be stuck between two beefy basketball players who have it out for each other - but which one do you choose?
đ/đ: This is part 3 of my fic, Wicked Games. I'm literally so nervous about posting this. This is 21k words long. I hope you enjoy and forgive any mistakes!
âI told you, Wanda. I barely remember anything from last night,â you say, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you manoeuvre the vacuum cleaner around your room. Youâd woken up feeling like shit â hungover and with a terrible headache to boot. But a warm shower and some skincare later, youâd decided to do some chores in order to clear your mind. âI do remember you ditching me though.â
âI didnât ditch you!â Wanda screeches from the other end of the line, and you wrinkle your nose, holding the phone away from your ear before she speaks again. âCurtis told me youâd left, and then he took me back to his place! I left you a message and everything, but maybe it didnât send because the service was so shitty.â
You hadnât received her message until you got home last night, along with about a dozen more from Ari which you also still hadnât looked at, let alone responded to.
âWait, you went home with Curtis?â
Wanda giggles, âYeah. I didnât think someone as popular as him would ever be interested in me but he was! And he was so good, and gentle too, andââ
You stay quiet, letting her gush on and on about her magical night with the basketball player, ooh-ing and aah-ing and gasping at all the right places. The truth was, the moment sheâd mentioned Curtisâ name, the memory of him cornering you on the dancefloor and giving you drink after drink had all come back to you. How heâd offered to take you upstairs before Ari had interrupted⊠Oh, but what did that matter? Itâs not like you didnât already have your hands full with a basketball player of your ownâŠ
âSo, what about you?â Wanda finally asks, âDo you really not remember anything?â
You inhale deeply, âI remember talking to Ari.â
No. You remembered more than that. You remembered the thumping music, the flashing lights, the crowd surging around you. His hands on your hips, his lips on your neck. His words in your ear. How heâd fucked you right there in front of everyone⊠All of that had come back to you in the shower this morning, but youâd been trying not to think about it ever since. All you could really do was persuade yourself that it was too dark and crowded for anyone to have seen that.
âEw. Not that two-timer. Please tell me you didnât fold.â
Scrunching your eyes shut, you bite your lip, âWe hooked up.â You werenât going to delve into the details of where youâd hooked up with him, though.
âOH MY GOD, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?!â Wanda screeches again, and you press your lips together. It was a valid question, but you just werenât in the mood for a lecture.
âYou ditched me and went home with Curtis. Please spare me the lecture, Wanda.â
Sheâs silent for a handful of seconds, âOkay fine. But how did you get home? Did Ari give you a lift?â
You frown, âHe must have. I donât really rememberââ
At that moment, your eyes land on a blue and white varsity jacket draped over your desk chair, and your heart jolts all the way up to the roof of your mouth. Wandaâs voice prattles on, but the phone falls slightly from your hand.
Steve. Youâd met a guy called Steve last night. It was slowly coming back to you now. How Ari had broken your heart in that bathroom, how youâd felt so alone and heartbroken the rest of the night. Blurred bits and pieces slowly join together like a jigsaw puzzle in your mind⊠Steve had found you, and youâd talked to him. And thenâŠ? Ari and Steve had faced off, and youâd chosen to leave with SteveâŠ
You couldnât remember anything after that. But surely Steve had called a cab and dropped you home, right? You had no recollection of what happened in the cab, however. You just have a vague memory of feeling cold and Steve giving you his jacket while you were both in the backseat. But that was the gentlemanly thing to do, as was dropping you home after the terrible night youâd had thanks to Ari.
âHello? You still there??â
You blink, pressing the phone back against your ear, âUh, yeah, Iâm here. I donât know what happened after that, but I got home safely so I guess thatâs a win, right?â
Wanda agrees, before launching into a detailed account of how Curtis had let her sleep over and heâd even gotten her coffee in the morning after allowing her to sleep in. You sit there, half listening and half staring at Steveâs varsity jacket on your chair. Inexplicably, your fingers itch to touch the soft material, to hold it against your nose and see if you can detect a scent to try and remember more of what had happened last night. You have a vague memory of how heavy and secure it felt around your shoulders, but you canât recall anything else no matter how hard you try.
A distinct rattling against your doorknob distracts you momentarily, and before you know whatâs happening, your door flies open, and Ari appears. The spare key youâd given him clenched tightly in his fist, and a scowl on his handsome face.
âWhy the fuck have you been ignoring my messages?â He snarls.
Seeing him now, seeing his devastatingly handsome face, his hair which is slightly wet at the ends, as if he just showered. His grey tank that clung to his body and showed off those incredible, tanned biceps. Oh God, seeing him now just makes you feel all weird, hurt and angry and helpless and yet so attracted to him all in one. And you wonder if all these conflicting emotions show on your own face as you stare him down.
You sniff in what you hope is a dismissive way, âIâm on the phone with Wanda right now.â
It takes him two seconds to cross the room, snatching the phone from your hands before speaking into it gruffly: âFuck off, Carla.â He hangs up while you gape at him in shock and annoyance, before throwing your phone to the other end of your bed. âAnswer me. I wonât repeat myself.â
Heâd been messaging you nonstop all night and even this morning, but you couldnât bring yourself to look at them. Not after how much heâd hurt you last night in the bathroom.
âWhy would I reply to your messages when I have nothing left to say to you?â You say, priding yourself on keeping your voice level and calm.
He scoffs, running a hand through his hair like he usually does when he feels insulted or frustrated, âWatch your tone. Thatâs no way to talk to someone whoâs been worried sick about you since you let that asshole abduct you last night.â
Your jaw drops open, âWorried sick? Are you for real, Ari? You werenât worried sick when you left me in that bathroom even after I begged you to stay with me.â
Ari blinks, crossing his arms over his chest, âYou remember that?â
You side-step your vacuum and square up to him (as well as you could possible square up to someone who is almost double your height). âI remember how heartbroken I felt, how hopeless and drunk I was. And you⊠you didnât even care! Not even a little bitâŠâ Your voice breaks, and you hate it and you wish you were stronger but you feel your shoulders crumple and your eyes well with tears.
âAww, babyâŠâ Ariâs strong arms wrap around you, and he pulls you into his solid chest. And he smells so good, like fresh soap and aftershave, and his embrace is so familiar, so safe, and you hate him for that. âDonât cry, baby. You know I hate it when you cry. Look, I didnât want to leave you, but I had to. Sharon was making a scene and multiple people were looking for me.â
At the mention of her name, you push him away immediately and take a few steps backwards to create some distance between the two of you. No, you wouldnât let him sweet-talk you this time, you wouldnât fall victim to his manipulations. You were going to stand your ground.
âDonât, okay? You donât need to make all these excuses because you basically laid it all out on the table last night, Ari. I remember everything.â
âBaby, listenââ
âNo, you listen! You strung me along for weeks, telling me youâd make me your girlfriend one day. I told you Iâd do anything for you. I let you fuck me wherever, however you wanted! I begged you to stay, but you told me you already had a girlfriend, and now I know that if it came down to it, youâd always pick her over me. So, Iâm done.â
You swallow back your tears and stand with your head held high, heart pounding at everything youâve just said. But you also feel exhilarated, liberated because youâve never voiced your thoughts to him like this before. And he just stands there, eyes narrowed as he stares you down and yet he says nothing, and you wonder if youâve finally rendered someone like him speechless.
With triumph, you turn on your heel, walking past him and into your bathroom. You have nothing to do in there but you busy yourself with rearranging your lotions and creams, determined to ignore him until he leaves.
âI could take you out tonight,â he calls from the bedroom, âLike a real date. We could go to one of those Italian restaurants downtown. And we could stay at a hotel after that, I can easily get us a penthouse suite at the Hilton, I know youâd like that.â
You would like that. In fact, your heart lurches in excitement. A romantic, public date with Ari? Oh, that would be incredible! But your happiness is short-lived when you realise that none of it meant anything if he was still with Sharon. That meant this date would probably take place in the shadows of the night, with him on edge over someone spotting the two of you together. And you refused to be his second-choice, his dirty little secret, any longer.
âIâm not interested, Ari,â you mutter, pretending to read the label of your shampoo bottle. A minute passes before you look up, disappointed when he doesnât answer. Had he left? Oh, you were hoping he wouldâve stayed longer and grovelled a bit more. Or even grovelled at all because he still hadnât apologised. You resist the urge to call his name as you stare hard at your shampoo bottle, so hard that the label blurs. Still nothing. You sigh before leaving the bathroom, heart sinking that he left.
But Ariâs still there, standing in the middle of your room. Deathly still, and in his hands is Steveâs blue and white varsity jacket. Shit. Youâd completely forgotten it was there.
âThis is his.â Ari says softly.
You donât say anything.
His blue eyes meet yours, narrowed and accusatory, his jaw tense with contained anger. He holds the jacket up as if itâs a piece of damning evidence in a murder case, and youâre the convict on trial. You see a glimmer of betrayal on his face, and his lips press into a thin line.
âWhy is this here?â
Your mouth suddenly feels dry. Itâs like his demeanour has completely changed in the past thirty seconds. Youâd never seen him so calmly angry before. Itâs almost eery.
âI asked you a question.â
You chew on your lower lip, âI-I was feeling cold, so heââ
Again, he closes the gap between you with just two long strides. But this time, he pushes you against the wall, his hand going around your throat and giving you the strangest sense of dejavu.
âWas he in here? Did you let him fuck you?â
He shakes you when you donât answer, and his fingers squeeze your throat threateningly.
âNo, okay!â You say, feeling your windpipes close. Of course, you and Steve hadnât slept together â all heâd done was give you a ride home, right??
âDid you let him touch you? Did you!?â He shakes you again, âDid you hook up with him? Tell me the fucking truth.â
âNO! Get the fuck off me!â You cry, pushing at him feebly.
âDo you remember everything? Tell me right fucking now, because if you donât remember then that means that asshole took advantage of you while you were drunk.â
âI REMEMBER EVERYTHING, OKAY?!â You lie, âNothing happened. H-He gave me his jacket because I felt cold, then he dropped me home. Nothing else happened, just let me go!â
Ari does let your throat go, but his menacing eyes never leave yours. Youâve never seen him so⊠affected before. He was always so cool, collected, so nonchalant⊠but right now, he almost looks frenzied. The sneer never leaves his face as his hand slips up to grab your jaw instead.
âAre you sure?â His every word is enunciated slowly, in a frighteningly level manner as he stares you down. âYou better be fucking sure, because I know guys like him. Heâs a fucking slimeball who wouldâve been happy to touch you even if you were unconscious.â
Your heart sinks at that, but you know Ariâs just speaking out of anger. Steve had been so sweet, and heâd never do that. You were sure of itâŠ
âAll he did was give me a lift home!â You try to wiggle out of Ariâs grip but he holds you firmly against the wall, his huge body pinning you flat against it similar to how he had last night when heâd fucked you. Out of nowhere, a wave of anger surges through you, the memory of him using you and disposing of you flashing through your mind once again. And now he had the audacity to get mad at you for going home with someone else? The next words out of your mouth are spiteful:
âBut it wouldnât be a problem if I did hook up with Steve, would it? I mean, itâs not like I have a boyfriend.â
Quick as a wink, Ari flips you around, till your cheek is rammed up against the cold wall, and you can practically hear the angry rumble from his throat. He roughly yanks your shorts down your legs, along with your panties too. You struggle against him, but your protests die as his palm cracks down on your bare ass hard.
âDonât you fucking even think about that.â Ari hisses, smacking your ass four times in quick succession.
âStop!â You squeal, pushing back against him but heâs too big and strong, âStop, you jerk! It hurts!â
âDonât you ever even entertain the idea of hooking up with someone else.â Ari growls in your ear, his unforgiving hand raining slaps down on your poor, ass which already feels raw, âYouâre mine. I own your whole fucking body and nobody else can touch you. Say it.â
You sob in pain, fighting against him, âNo! You donât respect me, you donâtââ
âThat doesnât fucking matter,â he says through clenched teeth. Roughly, he pulls your pyjama shorts down, and your panties are quick to follow. His palm collides with your ass over and over again, alternating between your two bare cheeks with unforgiving slaps whilst ignoring your cries of protest. âI had you first. That means youâre mine, and he canât have you. No one can have you unless I fucking say so.â
Your eyes widen, his words chilling you down to the bone. Never before has Ari ever sounded so serious, so scary. You swallow harshly, before gasping when he pinches your ass meanly. It hurts, you feel like your ass is on fire as he resumes slapping it over and over again. His other hand holds you tightly by the hip to keep you in place â otherwise, with the force of his smacks, youâd have gone flying across the room.
âStop it, Ari! Fucking stop it!â You beg, trying to keep resilient despite the fact that your backside is stinging so bad. The last thing you want to do right now is start crying and fall into a submissive stupor that has you begging for his forgiveness and approval. And you know that very well could happen, because thatâs whatâs always happened in the past when heâs punished you.
âSay it. Say youâre mine.â
âNo! Fuck you!â You werenât gonna give in to him. Not this time.
You squeal when his hand presses against your lower back, bending you over slightly. He spreads your glowing ass cheeks, swiping his finger up your slit. You squeeze your eyes shut when you hear him smirk at your wetness. Your body canât help but respond to his touch⊠but itâs your mind and willpower that you need to keep strong right now.
âYou wonât say it, huh? What, you decided to develop a mind of your own overnight?â He gathers your wetness on his finger, steering clear of your clit completely as his finger moves upwards instead. You clench involuntarily when you feel his digit probe your asshole, âI make all your decisions, you got that, sweetheart? I own you. I decide what you do, who you talk to, all of that shit.â
Oh, how was he so possessive over you when he couldnât even call you his girlfriend? You just couldnât understand himâŠ
He forces his pointer finger into your asshole, making you scream out loud at the intrusion. Heâs fingered your ass before, but never as roughly as now. You bite down on your lower lip â youâve already screamed once but you donât want to give him the satisfaction of doing it again. His other hand leaves your hip to grab your hair, pulling your head back.
âSay youâre mine, or Iâll add another finger.â
âHow can I be yours when youâre the one who doesnât want me to be your girlfriend!?â
Ari scowls, and yet he doesnât respond. Instead, he continues to spank your ass. And his finger continues to pump in and out of you, and you find yourself biting your lip now to suppress your moans.
There was just something so carnal, so raw, about him finger-fucking your ass. He was stoic and angry right now, but in the past Ari would always tell you how obsessed he was with your butt. How cute and round it was, how it drove him crazy when you bent down in your cute little skirts. How you had the type of ass that was always just begging for a smack. And heâd always find reasons to âpunishâ you, insisting on spanking you for the smallest of offences. Heâd told you that he loved how needy you got when he spanked you, and how he knew it got you horny when he fingered your butt.
But right now, it seemed like Ari was more fuelled by anger and jealousy than lust. And a part of you, despite everything, the neediest and most insecure part of you is happy that heâs so jealous. That heâs so affected by the prospect of you getting with Steve. And yet⊠Yet it clearly isnât enough to get him to leave Sharon for youâŠ
âI own you.â He grunts in your ear, âI donât fucking care if you say it or not. But youâre not gonna speak to Steve Rogers again. Do I make myself clear?â
He doesnât wait for you to answer, probably because he knows you wonât right now. Thereâs a shift in energy, you both can feel it. You know he can sense your mind fighting against him harder than ever before. Itâs in the way you keep your mouth clamped shut, despite inwardly wanting to moan in pleasure.
Ari slips his hand down your front, cupping your mound as he continues to finger your butt with his other hand. You suppress another gasp, fighting the urge to press against his palm. You hear him smirk again from behind you, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. You exhale loudly, thrill shooting straight down to your core.
âDonât think I give a fuck about you giving me the silent treatment,â he says into your ear, âDaddy can still make you cum harder than anyone else ever could, and youâll cry like a fucking baby while you do it.â
His words go straight to your pussy and you clench hard. Your hips move on their own accord, thrusting forward to hump straight into his hand before you still them. But it feels so sinfully good, your clit rubbing against the hard heel of his palm. And it doesnât help that he knows exactly how to move his hand against your bundle of nerves, circling and pressing and rubbing at you.
âFuck,â you breathe.
âThere she is,â Ari murmurs cockily, âThereâs my girl. I guess the little baby didnât lose her voice after allâŠâ
âI mean, fuck you.â
He snorts, rapidly pressing his finger in and out of your puckered hole with such force that he rocks you forward, making your pussy press deliciously against his hand.
âYouâll listen to me,â he says beguilingly, licking the shell of your ear, âyouâll do exactly what I say. I donât care if you want to throw a tantrum right now and act out and pretend you donât want me anymore. I own your pussy, and I decide when weâre done. Not you. Me.â
You drop your head in shame, the pleasure in your tummy making you almost dizzy. Your body sags, surrendering to him physically as he mauls you. The tight walls of your ass swallow his finger up each time he thrusts into you with it, the force jolting you forward, making you dry hump his hand. Your ass burns and yet it feels so sexy, and you know youâre losing yourself; you know youâre losing the battleâŠ
âSay it. Say whoâs making you feel this good,â Ari breathes, rubbing your clit sensually, coaxing you to rut against his hand, to chase your pleasure while he dangles it in front of you like a carrot. âNobody else will ever make you feel like this, you got that? Just me. So, say it.â
âAri,â his name falls past your lips in a choked whisper, and you scrunch your eyes shut as you cum violently. You spasm in his arms, pussy walls clenching and releasing over and over again as you squirt all over his hand.
âThatâs a good baby,â Ari coos, holding you up because your legs feel like jelly, and you canât bring yourself to open your eyes. âItâs okay, you can be mad at daddy all you want. But I know whatâs best for you, and I loââ He pauses, clearing his throat and pressing his lips down on your neck, kissing and licking at your skin, âI own you, you got that?â
You donât answer, and he walks backwards with you in his arms. He lays you down on the bed before making a show of licking your cream off his fingers. You lie there, watching him and trying to catch your breath. Coming down from that orgasmic high, a dark feeling manifesting in the pit of your stomach. Youâd let him get to youâŠagain.
âWeâll go out tonight,â Ari announces, âIâll pick you up around nine, and weâll go wherever you want to go.â
âNo.â
His eyes narrow, âWhat?â
It takes you a second to gather up your strength to sit up. Your orgasm has weakened you â or maybe itâs the emotional weight of what youâre about to say next.
âI said no, Ari. I donât want to go out with you.â
He blinks, but doesnât say anything. You take that as your cue to continue.
âIâm done, okay? Iâm serious this time. I donât wanna be with you if youâre still with her.â You suck in your breath, looking somewhere beyond his shoulder because itâs too intimidating to meet his gaze. âI donât wanna go on a date that starts at nine in the evening when itâs pitch-black outside, just because you canât risk being seen with me. I deserve better than that.â
Ari crosses his arms over his chest, regarding you carefully and yet he still doesnât say anything.
âA-And I deserved better last night. I didnât deserve to be left alone in that bathroom. I was high, and drunk, and I begged you to stay with me,â you bow your head, âI-I deserve someone who isnât embarrassed of being with me in public, Ari.â
âIâm not embarrassed of you, I just canâtââ
âYou canât risk it, I know. You have a girlfriend. And I wish to God it was me, but itâs not. So, Iâm done trying to persuade you.â
He scoffs, âYou donât mean that. Youâre just in a mood, but youâll come crawling back to me the moment you start feeling needy again.â
You shake your head sadly, âThink whatever you want to think, Ari. Iâm done.â
Sighing lowly, you keep your head bowed as you pick at a loose thread on your quilt. You canât bare to look at him, because a part of you knows that looking at him would make you melt and then heâd have you back eating out of the palm of his hand. But you were done this time, you were so exponentially done, andâ
âListen to me,â In a flash, Ari grips your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Forcing you to look into his menacing eyes that flash with indignation and anger. âIf you end this now, then thatâs it. Weâre done. I wonât ever speak to you again.â
Your heart jolts, stunned by his harsh words. But that was what youâd decided youâd wanted, right? For you and him to be done? Or had you wanted him to grovel, apologise, break up with Sharon and shack up with you? Nevertheless, you try to remain strong.
âOkay. Thatâs fine.â
âIâm serious. I know you think this is some kind of game and youâre playing hard to get, but I swear to God, I will leave this room and never even look at you again. Is that what you fucking want?â
His face is inches from yours, and you try to read his eyes. Try to understand him on any level, try to detect if thereâs an inkling of care behind those eyes, even an iota of love or adoration for you. A desperation to stay with you, be with you. But you canât. His face is unreadable, like a mask. And so a lone tear breaks free and meanders down your cheek, and you speak in a broken whisper:
âMaybe itâs for the bestâŠâ
He backs away as if youâve stung him, or flung a vial of poison right in his face. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring, chest rising and falling with each breath as he glares daggers at you. And a large part of you just wants to take it all back, to jump into his arms and burst out crying like you always do, and heâd make you feel better for the night and then leave before you woke up tomorrow. No, you had to stay strong.
Easily, like heâs slipping on that damned mask once more, Ariâs features morph from anger to nonchalance, and he straightens up and shakes his head.
âFine. Then weâre done.â
âFine.â
âFine.â
He opens his mouth as if to say something else before thinking better of it. Instead, he turns and leaves without a second glance back at you, his fists balled up at his sides. Â
Itâs only when heâs gone, and the door slams shut with a crushing finality, that you allow yourself to burst into tears. Loud, wracking, sobbing tears, and one word falls past your lips in a choked whisper:
âBye.â
***
Heartbreak felt strange. For one thing, it was constant. You missed Ari all the time in the days that followed. You thought it would get easier after a few days, but two weeks later and you still felt like your heart had been sawed in half. And every time youâd see him on campus, your heart would jolt.
In the past, heâd always smile at you or give you a wink â even if he was with his girlfriend. Now? You may as well have been invisible for all he cared. He never looked at you, or whenever his eyes did glance in your direction, it was like heâd see right through you or over your head. You didnât exist to him anymore. And it hurt.
But isnât this what you had wanted?
Well, yes. And yet, you canât fathom how itâs actually happened. A large part of you had expected him to come crawling back to you like how he had last time. Youâd expected your phone to blow up with texts and calls from him, expected him to show up at your door at midnight for a booty call, even. But nope. Radio silence. You and Ari were well and truly done and heâd moved on.
And often, when you were getting ready in the morning, your gaze would fall on the blue and white varsity jacket still draped on your chair and wonder if it was time for you to move on to someone else tooâŠ
But Ari still plagued your mind, and you didnât know how you were supposed to contact Steve or even if you wanted to. After all, all heâd done was give you a ride home when you were messy drunk and probably at your most unattractive. He probably wasnât even interested in you like thatâŠ
âOh my Gosh, Curtis is coming this way. Do I look okay? Do I need to powder my nose again?â Wanda hisses at you. The two of you are sat on one of the wooden tables in the campus courtyard. She quickly grabs your compact, not waiting for you to answer as she scrutinises her reflection in the tiny mirror.
Oh, right. Another important advancement in the past two weeks: Wanda and Curtis were now a thing. Which made it even harder to avoid Ari, who was Curtisâ best friend. Even now, as you look beyond Wandaâs shoulder, you can see Curtis walking towards her with Ari right next to him. To your relief, Ari hangs back, getting his phone out instead.
âHey, babe.â Curtis pulls up behind Wanda, wrapping his arms around her while she throws your compact back at you so she can squeeze his bicep. It hits you in the face and you huff to yourself as you put it away, pointedly trying not to look at the two of them while they start to make out. Watching them be a happy couple especially stung seeing as your own ârelationshipâ had ended in such a disaster.
Looking beyond them proves to be a mistake, however. Ariâs now been joined by Sharon, and the two of them are also wrapped up in a kiss. God, what was with everyone? You scowl and look down at your lap.
âWhatâs wrong with your friend, sweetie?â Curtis asks Wanda, his voice dripping with smug amusement. You almost scoff out loud at the use of âyour friend,â as if this man hadnât been flirting with you the night of the party two weeks ago. You still havenât mentioned that to Wanda â not when sheâs so happy with him now.
âOh, nothing. Sheâs always moody nowadays.â Wanda says flippantly, pulling him down to sit on the bench next to her as the two of them continue to kiss obnoxiously. The buzzcut-haired man squarely grabs her breast and gives it a squeeze â right out in the open! But Wanda only giggles, letting him pull her into his lap and feel her up as their make-out session takes a quick, R-rated turn.
âThatâs my cue to leave,â you mutter to yourself, gathering your books and standing up. The happy couple doesnât even glance your way or even acknowledge youâve said anything. You sigh, wondering whether this was what the rest of your college experience would be like. Youâd had your fun at the start of the year and now you were doomed to be the third wheel to these twoâŠ
âOh my gosh, youâre the girl from that party, arenât you?â
A high-pitched voice knocks you out of your hole of self-pity, and you almost run smack into⊠Sharon. Sheâs standing by your wooden table now, hand in hand with Ari, who looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.
âH-Huh?â Your mouth suddenly feels dry. Youâve never spoken to Sharon before â and how could you? How could you even look her in the eye after youâd spent weeks and weeks sleeping with her boyfriend?
âYouâre the girl from the party,â Sharon repeats, elegantly raising her voice over the obscene making out sounds coming from Curtis and Wanda. âI was pretty drunk but I remember you! You were in that gorgeous red dress, right?â
Your heartâs racing, and you wish you could disappear. Instead, you nod and force a smile.
âYeah, that was me. Hi.â
âI thought so! You have to tell me where you got that dress, girl! I honestly couldnât stop talking about it. I mean, just ask my boyfriend!â She nudges Ari, who is trying his best to appear nonchalant, ignoring her as he texts someone on his phone. Sharon rolls her eyes before continuing, âI was totally off my face drunk, but if I remember anything, itâs that dress.â
You nod, forcing a tight smile. âI was pretty drunk too. And the dress is from this website called White Fox Boutique. Look, I have to goââ
âDid you get home okay?â Sharon interrupts, her face morphing into a look of concern. And God, you hate how kind sheâs being. It would have been easier to swallow the fact that youâd slept with her boyfriend had she been a bitch. Not a ray of literal sunshine who was so pretty to boot â with messy blonde hair cascading down her back in perfect waves, and the sparkliest blue eyes. No wonder Ari had chosen her â she was absolutely stunning, and even more so up close.
âYes, I got a lift homeââ
âOh, thatâs right! You were with Steve Rogers, that guy from St. Judeâs!â Sharon says excitedly, clasping her manicured hands together before grabbing Ariâs bicep, âI didnât know he had a girlfriend now. Although itâs a good thing we both had our boyfriends there that night to get us home safely.â
Ari snorts, finally deciding to contribute to the conversation: âHeâs not her boyfriend.â
âUm, okay. And how would you know that, babe?â Sharon smiles sweetly up at him.
The brunet freezes, glancing at you for a nanosecond before he clears his throat. âThat guy couldnât hold down a girl if his life depended on it. Heâs too volatile.â
Sharon rolls her eyes, âYouâll have to excuse my boyfriend. He has this weird rivalry thing with Steve Rogers. Theyâre both basketball players, you see.â
You nod, trying to pretend like this is all new information to you. âUh, right. Well, Steve isnât my boyfriend, actually. I only met him that night and he was kind enough to give me a lift home. Speaking of home, I gotta gââ
âYou and Steve would make a cute couple,â Sharon muses, âyou guys looked good together that night.â
You smile awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other and not knowing what to say. She clearly had an excellent memory of that night considering she was off her face drunk for the majority of it.
You hear Ari huff while youâre wracking your brain for an excuse to leave. Sneaking a glance at him, you find him frowning, his hands curled up into fists by his side. Oh, he was affected! Did that mean he still cared? A lightbulb goes off in your headâŠ
âM-Maybe I will go out with Steve. Weâve been texting a lot since that night.â Your voice comes out shaky, the lie feeling foreign on your tongue.
Ari glares daggers at you, âThatâs a bad idea.â
Sharon slaps his chest lightly, âDonât be rude! I think thatâs a fabulous idea!â
The brunet bristles and looks down at his girlfriend with an annoyed look on his face, âDonât you have a class you need to be getting to?â
âI do butââ
âGo.â
Your eyes widen at his gruff tone, and youâre even more surprised when Sharon nods at his command. What was it about Ari that made every girl around him bow down to his authority so easily? Youâd been guilty of it too in the pastâŠ
âOkay, grumpy-pants,â she says easily before turning to you, âit was nice meeting you! Iâm Sharon, by the way.â
You tell her your name.
âCool, Iâll find you on Instagram. You can text me the details of your dress there!â She says happily, and all you can do is nod while Ari continues staring at you with a steely expression on his face. Clearly, he was bothered by the idea of you and Steve texting! So what if it wasnât even true?
You stare back at him defiantly, finally feeling like youâve gained the upper hand in the two weeks since you two have been apart.
In response, Ari narrows his eyes, grabbing Sharon as sheâs about to walk away. Your heart drops when he kisses her right in front of you, his gaze fixed on you as his lips move against hers. You feel your face grow hot, then cold, then hot again, heart feeling like someoneâs shredding it into pieces. How could he? Your eyes well with tears, but you fight to keep them at bay because you canât cry here, not in front of everyone.
He continues making out with her, being as obscene as possible as his eyes lock with yours, and you just stand there, frozen and gormless, not even able to look away. Finally, after what feels like ten years, they break apart. Sharon giggles, and Ari slaps her ass before sending her on her way. You wish you could gouge your eyes out.
âYouâre unbelievable.â You mutter lowly once Sharon is out of earshot.
âAnd youâre a liar.â
âWhat?â
Ari steps closer to you, âI can always tell when youâre lying. Youâre not texting Steve.â
You roll your eyes before pushing past him, âItâs none of your business anyways.â
Curtis â youâd forgotten he was even there â breaks a kiss with Wanda to grin up at you. âDonât mind Ari, heâs just been extremely crabby lately. Not getting laid does that to people.â He goes in for another kiss, adding against Wandaâs lips, âSame canât be said about you and me, huh, sweetheart?â
Ugh.
âWanda, Iâm leaving. Are you coming?â You ask, doing your best to ignore the two basketball players.
âWhat? Uh, no, Iâm busy,â your friend answers distractedly before Curtis pulls her back in for another kiss.
âYouâll stay away from Steve if you know whatâs best for you.â Ari says quietly.
Great. Was he seriously threatening you now?
âIâll do whatever I want,â you raise your chin up at him defiantly once more.
Ari scowls, running a hand through his hair. You know him well enough to know that he does that when heâs frustrated. âLook, Iâm being serious. Itâs for your own goodââ
âWhy do you even care? I thought we were done, Ari.â
âWe are done.â
âThen leave me the fuck alone, okay!? Iâll date whoever I want to date.â
âNot him.â
âYes, him.â
âNo.â
âYes!â
âWeâll vacate this bench if you two need the space to fuck.â Curtis offers jokingly, but both of you ignore him as you stare each other down.
Finally, you huff, attempting to sidestep him but heâs way too big and easily blocks your path. A second attempt, and he blocks you again â and this time he has the audacity to smirk amusedly. That boils your blood, and you glare up at him. How dare he try and tell you who you could and couldnât date? When he just made out with Sharon five inches away from your face not even two minutes ago!?
 âJust listen to me for once,â Ari grabs your wrist but youâre quick to tug it back. His scowl deepens, but he doesnât grab you again, âSteve is bad news. Heââ
âHe canât be any worse than the guys I already do know.â You cut him off pointedly before turning around and walking away without a second glance.
***
âI canât believe I let you drag me here.â
Youâre all too familiar with the universityâs basketball court â you used to come here all the time to watch Ari play. That didnât mean you wanted to be here now. In fact, it was the last place you wanted to be, and youâd told Wanda that several times but she wouldnât hear any of it.
Wanda rolls her eyes, âCurtis is playing, and as his girlfriend, I need to be there for moral support.â
You wrinkle your nose; sheâd only been going out with Curtis for a few weeks now and yet she was running around acting like Curtis was the president and she was the first lady or something. She didnât really have any time to be your best friend anymore. You and Wanda had bonded at the start of the academic year â doing everything from attending society meetings together to having movie nights and sleep overs.
But now, it was all âCurtis wants me to go to this new club with him,â and âCurtis says that itâs okay to bunk lectures once in a while!â and âOh sorry, I canât hang out tonight â Curtisâ schedule just got cleared up so he needs me to go to his room.â It made you wonder whether youâd been this insufferable too when you were with Ari.
âMoral support? Wanda, this isnât even a proper game. Itâs just a practice,â you remind her, âand anyways, I donât know what Iâm doing here. Itâs not like Iâm dating Curtis.â
âOf course not, youâre not his type at all. I just couldnât show up alone, thatâs just sad,â says Wanda before she spies Curtis in the corner of the court with a few other teammates, all of them stretching and doing warm-ups. She waves at him like mad, blowing kisses in his direction. He shoots her a quick smile before turning around to talk to a nearby cheerleader.
You spot a familiar figure, tanned, tall and muscular with his long brown hair pushed back with one of those metal wire headbands that men wore, barking out a game plan to the rest of his team. Ari. You freeze.
âWanda!â You hiss, tugging hard at her sleeve, âYou said that Curtis told you that Ari was sick and wouldnât be at practice today!â
Wanda blinks, âOh. That was a lie.â
âWhat!?â
She shrugs, âCome on. I needed you here today and I knew there was no way youâd come if you knew Ari was here. Hey, does my lip gloss look okay, by the way? Iâm gonna go say hi to Curtis.â
âDonât leave me all by myself!â
Wanda rolls her eyes, tugging her arm out of your grasp, âYouâll be fine. Iâll be right back anyways. In the meantime, just find us a good spot to sit. Somewhere close to the front where Curtis will be able to see me.â
And sheâs gone before you know it. Great. The last thing you needed right now was Ari thinking youâd come here specifically to see him play. And with his big head â thatâs exactly what heâd think. You contemplate just leaving â you could tell Wanda that youâd had a medical emergency or something. Or maybe you could just sit somewhere in the back or hide in the bleachers, and Ari would never have to know you were here. He was too busy ordering his team around, he hadnât noticed you yet anyways, and maybe you couldâ
âSweetheart, I was hoping Iâd see you here.â
A warm hand grasps your waist, and your first reaction is to jump back and smack whoeverâs touching you in such a forward way. But then you turn, being met by a sturdy chest covered by a blue and white St. Judeâs basketball jersey. Golden hair. Sparkling blue eyes. Angelic face.
âSteve!â You exclaim, before realising that you sound way too happy to see someone who is essentially still a stranger to you. You clear your throat, trying to sound more casual. âWh-What are you doing here?â
âOur court is being renovated, so we got permission to practice here with your team.â He flashes you a bright smile, his hand still on your waist, his thumb stroking you from over your blouse. His eyes rake over you unabashedly, and you find yourself growing hot under his gaze. âThis is a really pretty outfit you got on, sweetheart. Is it for anyone in particular?â
You were wearing a pink blouse and cardigan set, with a matching pink tennis skirt which had unfortunately shrunk in the washing machine. Youâd still worn it though, promising yourself you wouldnât make the mistake of bending over and giving everyone within close vicinity a good eyeful of your panties.
âOh, uh, no, not for anyone in particular,â you babble. You feel nervous around him, but not necessarily in a bad way. âThanks for getting me home safely that night, by the way. I, uh, I meant to thank you the next morning but I didnât have your number or anything.â
Steve nods, shooting you a wink, âThatâs alright, princess. I think itâs me who should be thanking you for that night.â His hand slips down to your hip, giving it a warm, meaningful squeeze.
You frown, âWhy would you be thanking me? I didnât do anything.â Your Uber ride home with Steve was still a blur to you, but you doubt anything eventful had happened during it. âOh, donât tell me I kept you entertained with all my drunken chatter. Iâm sorry, I do that sometimes, and I was so embarrassingly drunk that night.â
He blinks, before a slow smile spreads across his face, âBaby girl, donât you remember?â
âI remember me being a total embarrassment, and you being a total gentleman. You even gave me your jacket and I still have it now!â You say brightly, picturing his varsity jacket still hung up on your desk chair back in your dorm room. âI wanted to return it to you but you never called, or texted, orâŠâ your eyes widen when you realise what youâve said, âI mean, not that I expected you to call me. I understand that all you did was give me a lift home. Iâm not insinuating that you had to call me, or that youâre attracted to meââ
âHey, hey, hey,â Steve easily grabs your chin before his thumb brushes upwards over your lips, effectively shutting you up. His eyes are intense, and so close, his lashes fanning his cheekbones as he looks down at you, âI am attracted to you.â He says squarely, before chuckling, âI thought that much was obvious. I shouldâve gotten your number that night, baby girl, but youâd been drinking a lot.â His eyes glint as he licks his lips, âAnd Iâd never take advantage of you when you were drunk.â
Oh, he was such a gentleman! Of course, heâd never take advantage of you while you were drunk! Unlike dumb, stupid Ari! As if on cue, you look beyond Steveâs shoulder, the tiniest part of you hoping that Ariâs watching this interaction between you and the blonde. But the brunet is busy warming up now, grunting as he does his push-ups in the corner of the gym, his tanned, muscular arms bulging. You almost bite your lip before focusing back on Steve.
âGive me your phone,â Steve says suddenly, and youâre obeying him before youâve even registered what heâs asked. He smirks, taking it from you and typing his number in, saving it before handing it back to you. âYouâll text me tonight, wonât you?â
Was he asking you or was he telling you? Either way, you find yourself nodding.
His eyes bore into yours, âSay it, then. Say youâll text me tonight.â
Oh, he was so intense! But you donât seem to mind one bit. Again, you nod. âY-Yes, Steve. Iâll text you tonight.â
He gives you a relaxed smile, âGood. We can discuss where Iâll take you on our first date.â
A thrill ripples through you. A date?! Youâd never been on a date before! Oh wow, this wasâ
âHey, you guys!â
Sharonâs bright voice echoes across the gym as she makes her way over towards the two of you. Sharon. Of course. Of course, sheâd be here â she was a cheerleader. And she looked beautiful as she always did, with her blonde hair piled up in a messy bun, her cute cheerleading outfit accentuating all her curves perfectly. Youâre hit with a sudden wave of insecurity â would Steve forget about you now that she was here? â but you try to keep it at bay.
The truth was, Sharon had requested you on Instagram a few days ago as sheâd promised she would. And youâd had to follow her back, which was painful enough seeing as half of her pictures were her with Ari. But she was sweet when she texted you asking about where your red dress was from, and a few more mini-conversations and a bit of small talk later, clearly, she thought the two of you were friends.
âIâm so glad youâre here!â Sharon squeals, giving you a quick hug which you reciprocate whilst wondering why exactly sheâs so happy to see you. She nods at Steve with a humorous twinkle in her eye, âAnd youâre Steve Rogers, aka Ariâs best friend in the whole world.â
Steve snorts, âYep. Thatâs me.â
She giggles, looking from him to you and back to him again, âLet me guess. You guys are a couple now.â
You shake your head, âNo, weââ
ââWe are.â Steve cuts you off, winking at Sharon before wrapping his arm properly around your waist and pulling you into him. Your eyes widen, cheeks feeling hot. You werenât at all used to public displays of affection like this, nor were you used to anyone being as forward as Steve was being right now. After all, this was only your second time meeting him- how was he already telling people you were together? And why werenât you objecting to it?
Sharon clasps her hands together excitedly, âYay! I told her you guys would make the cutest couple.â
Steve chuckles, and your eyes widen when his hand meanders downward. His palm settles on your ass, cupping it as he casually speaks to Sharon. Sheâs in front of you, so she canât see it, but your eyes nearly bug out of your head as you feel his big, warm hand cup your ass through your tennis skirt, even giving it a squeeze.
âCareful, Sharon. You might get in trouble if your boyfriend sees you talking to me.â Steve jokes airily, as if he isnât kneading your ass cheek at the same time. Your face is on fire, but you also feel your walls clench, turned on by the extra attention heâs giving you as he nonchalantly talks to someone else. Itâs hot.
âPfft, no way. Ari doesnât care who I talk to, heâs not really the possessive type.â
âInterestingâŠâ Steve murmurs softly, almost to himself.
âLook, there he is now,â Sharon waves across the court, âHey, babe!â
You follow her gaze, watching Ari as he dribbles the basketball casually. Upon hearing her voice, he looks up. Heâs got a disinterested look on his face as he nods in acknowledgement at Sharon, but then his eyes meet yours. And itâs like the whole world freezes over, and your body freezes and your blood freezes.
Ariâs face contorts from disinterest to shock as he drinks in you standing with Steve. You feel your chest tighten, as if your body canât decide between feeling triumphant that youâre making Ari jealous, or upset that youâre making Ari jealous. Either way, you hear Steve smirk, and then he pulls you closer, giving your ass an even harder squeeze that has you yelping.
The shock on Ariâs face quickly morphs into hatred and disdain. Heâs all the way across the court, and yet you can see his knuckles redden as he grips the ball so tightly you fear it may explode. A part of you wants to move away from Steve out of respect for Ari, but you couldnât do that even if you wanted to. Steveâs grip is like iron around you, his palm glued to your ass as if he owns it.
Almost like heâs doing it on purposeâŠ
You donât know what to expect from Ari, but you brace yourself nevertheless as he makes his way over. But the dark look on his face has melted away, and by the time he reaches you, he looks cool as a cucumber, almost as if heâs slipped on a mask of nonchalance at the drop of a dime. You always wondered how he did that so easilyâŠ
âWhy arenât you out there cheering me on?â He asks Sharon, pulling her into his chest and pointedly kissing her. Your blood starts boiling once more and you subconsciously sidestep closer to Steve, lifting your chin up in defiance in Ariâs direction. The brunette side-eyes you and clutches Sharon closer in return. Â
Sharon beams up at Ari, âI was talking to Y/N. Iâll go in a second, because the squad is starting a new routine today and I want us to get it down in time for the next big game, andââ
But Ariâs no longer listening to her; him and Steve have now locked gazes much like how they did weeks ago at the party.
âIâm not sure why you even decided to show up today, Steve.â Ari breaks the steely silence first, âNo amount of practice could help your godawful team beat mine.â
Steve smirks, undeterred. Pointedly, his arm tightens around you. âI wouldnât be so sure about that. Something tells me youâll be distracted tonight.â
Ari â somehow â looks equally unbothered, never breaking eye contact with Steve. You think you see his lip curl into a snarl for a millisecond, but itâs gone before you can be sure. âEven distracted, Iâd still beat your ass.â
The blond snorts, âYour overconfidence is going to cost you, Ari. Itâs what made you lose her.â
âLose who?â asks Sharon, but she quickly grows distracted by the cheerleaders that are in the corner of the court, âUgh, I gotta go. Theyâre trying to practice the pyramid and we need six of us to make it work. Iâll catch you later, okay? Please donât try to kill Steve while Iâm gone.â She kisses Ariâs cheek before waving at you and Steve and skipping away.
That just leaves you, standing frozen by Steveâs side while the two men lock eyes in their silent battle. And why does it kind of hurt, the fact that Ari hasnât looked at you even once throughout it? In a way, youâre relieved that all they seem to be disagreeing over is basketball and who would beat who (aka lame boy stuff). But then that in turn makes you wonder: Is Ari not even affected by Steveâs arm around you? But then why did you even care if he was or wasnât affected? And how was Steve being so forward, and, and, andâ
âI-I gotta go. Wandaâs calling for me.â You lie, slipping out of Steveâs grip and scurrying away. The energy bouncing off both of them made you feel nervous, on edge, almost unsafe. You look back over your shoulder now to see them still staring at each other. Cold, barren stares that seemed to have grown more intense now that youâd left. It makes you gulp, and you wonder if itâs just a basketball rivalry between them after all â or it itâs something more.
âWhere the hell have you been? Didnât I tell you to find us good seats?â Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and yanking you over to the last remaining front row seats. You try to clear your head of any thoughts of Ari or Steve, instead marvelling over how many people had showed up to watch these two teams play together in what was just a practice match.
âI was, uh, I just saw Steve.â
âWho?â
âHeâs the⊠he gave me a lift home the night of the party.â
Wanda wrinkles her nose, about to say something before she grows distracted, âLook! Thereâs Curtis! The gameâs about to start!!â
You never held much of an interest in basketball, even when you used to watch Ari play. But now, you pay attention carefully as the teams hit the court. Ariâs team have maroon jerseys and Steveâs team are in blue. They huddle on opposite sides of the court before the coach blows a whistle and they start playing.
âLook how good Curtis looks in his jersey,â Wanda gushes.
Ari looks pretty good too, you almost say out loud. And Steve too.
Both Ari and Steve were very similar on the court. Both the respective captains of their own team, you observe them ordering their teammates around, calling out strategies and gameplans, hyping the players up. They moved around similarly too, both so big and beefy and yet so fluid and lithe when dribbling the ball across the court. They were both clearly the most talented players out of everyone, yet you couldnât tell who was better between the two of them.
âCâmon Rogers, is that the best you can do!?â Ari taunts after shooting an easy three-pointer about a minute into the game.
Steve rolls his eyes before beckoning one of his teammates closer. Heâs a brunette with âBarnesâ printed on the back of his jersey. The two of them confer for a few seconds while Ari and Curtis laugh and gloat with their own teammates. Then the coach blows the whistle again.
You zone out for a while, the maroon and blue jerseys becoming a blur as they whiz across the court. A bunch more points scored, the roar of the crowd, Wanda shrieking happily every time Curtis scores or jogs close to your seats. You, however, are much more interested in the way Steve had brazenly felt you up just now before this practice match had begun. Or how Ari hadnât even looked at you when heâd come over to confront Steve. Or howâŠ
âYou fucking tripped him.â Steve seethes, the frustration in his voice carrying across the court and making you refocus on the game which has suddenly halted. The blond looks pissed, a borderline lethal look on his face as he kneels down next to his teammate. The brunette, âBarnesâ is on the shiny floor, clutching his knee in pain.
Ari shrugs, âNo I didnât.â
Curtis snickers behind him.
Steve gets to his feet and shakes his head, but he barely has time to react before Ari throws the ball at him. Hard. It hits Steve squarely on the chest before he catches it, his jaw twitching as he does.
âCâmon, Rogers. You got a sub for your friend or are we gonna have to call it like last time?â Ari grins.
The brunet called Barnes limps to his feet, âNah, I can play.â
Ari frowns. But the coach blows the whistle and the game resumes. This time, you pay closer attention. You note how Curtis is playing dirty, shadowing Barnes till heâs nearly on top of him, even trampling on his feet a few times.
And itâs meant to just be a practice game, but Ari and Steve look like theyâre playing in the basketball world championships â or whatever it was called, itâs not like you would know. Both look stone-faced and determined, stealing the ball from each other multiple times, blocking each other, not letting each other shoot. They seem to be within a game of their own, one which was mental almost as much as it was physical.
âIs that all you got, Steve?â Ari taunts as he steals the ball from the blonde.
âShut the fuck up,â Steve mutters, stealing the ball straight back.
Back and forth it goes, neither of them letting the other shoot. Taunting and jeering each other every chance they get.
âWhatâs the deal with them?â You find yourself asking Wanda, your eyes glued to the court, âWhy do they hate each other so much? Has Curtis ever told you?â
Wanda shrugs, âAll I know is that the last time our team played against Steveâs, he lost it and got a yellow card, making his whole team lose. Curtis told me that. Basketball is a competitive game, Y/N. I thought you knew that.â
This seemed more than just a silly sports rivalry, thoughâŠ
âI fucking saw that, you bald fuck!â Steve rages at Curtis, halting the game once more. âIf you trip another one of my guys one more fucking timeââ
âYouâll what? Blow your top off and get another yellow card?â Ari smoothly steps in front of Steve, squaring up to the blond with a smirk on his face, âNot a single person in here would be surprised, pretty boy.â
In a flash, Steve has hold of the front of Ariâs jersey, âKeep fucking talkingââ
Ari doesnât back down, and your heart begins to thud like crazy as you watch them. Theyâre quite close to where you and Wanda are sat, but you have to lean forward to hear what exactly theyâre saying.
âNot so fucking smug now, are you?â The brunet sneers lowly. âThought you could dangle her in front of my fucking face? But you canât keep a girl, pretty boy. And you canât keep your cool either.â
Theyâre like two Adonises, one as ripped as the other. One every bit as tall and built as the other. One every bit as handsome as the other. And both with an equal look of hatred on their faces, a kind of deep-seated hatred that made you uncomfortable, that chilled you down to your bones as you sit frozen in place, watching it all unfold.
âShut the fuck up,â Steve murmurs threateningly, a blue vein in his forehead looking like itâs about to pop.
Ari smiles coolly, âOr what? Gonna let your team down again, Rogers? Maybe a yellowâs not enough for you, maybe youâre aiming for a red card this time, huh?â
âA red cardâs worth splitting your fucking skullââ
âROGERS, LEVINSON, BREAK IT UP!â
You jump when both the teamsâ coaches blow their whistles, making their way over to the two captains. Curtis drags Ari away, and a guy with âWilsonâ on his jersey, as well as Barnes both pull Steve in the other direction too. A five-minute recess is called, and you canât believe what youâve just seen.
In his teamâs respective corner, you watch as Ari snatches up a bottle of water and takes a long swig before pouring the rest of it over his head, as if to cool himself down. Swivelling your eyes, you see Steve in his teamâs corner of the court, his hands curled into fists by his side as Barnes and Wilson speak lowly to him. But his blue eyes seem far, far away. And his jaw remains tensed, a dark, almost unreadable look on his face.
The game resumes, but this time it feels different. The dynamic between the two men is completely juxtaposed from what it was the night of the party. Then, Steve seemed in control, laughing as Ari lost his cool. Now, itâs the complete opposite. Ari seems to have recovered from the scuffle, resuming his taunts and insults as he dribbles the ball up and down the court like a pro. But Steve is somewhat out of it, still playing well but almost as if heâs out-of-sync with himself, as if his mind is elsewhere.
And Ari seems to have picked up on it.
âWhatâs the matter, Rogers? About to lose it again?â Ari snickers after heâs dodged Steve and scored another three-pointer.
Steve says nothing.
St. Andrews (Ariâs team) is up by three points. Thereâs no scoreboard as it was just a practice and not an official match, but thereâs a freshman in the front row â Jake Jensen â whoâs acting like a play-by-play commentator.
âWill Steve Rogers lose his marbles and cost his team another match?â Jake speaks into his headset in a suspenseful tone, âWill this all-star athlete crack under the pressure? Will he succumb to the oppositionâs tireless taunts? Will the golden boy lose his cool once more? Will heââ
Steve swiftly tosses the ball aside, and the ref barely has time to blow the whistle to call for a time out before the blond grabs Jake Jensen by the collar and hoists him up in the air as if the freshman weighs nothing more than a feather.
âYou say one more fucking word, Iâll shove this headset up your fucking ass, got that?â Steve shoves Jensen back in his seat before throwing the poor freshmanâs headset at his face, knocking his glasses off. Jake swallows and nods, his mouth clamped shut and a frightened look on his face.
You bite your lip and watch as Steve returns to the game. Heâs still got that far-away look in his face, as if he isnât quite one hundred percent there. He also looks agitated, rattled, unnerved. You feel wary of him, and yet at the same time you also feel a pang of pity, a part of you wanting to go up there and give him a hug despite the fact that you donât know him like that.
The game starts up again, and quite frankly, you really just want this damned practice to end already. The atmosphere is so intense, so thick, you could practically cut through it with a knife. Steve scores a point, then Ari does, then Steve, then Ari â itâs almost like theyâre playing a one-on-one match and everyone else on the court is a paid actor.
âYouâre losing your edge, pretty boy,â Ari starts his taunting once more, âDo it. Lose it. Let everyone down, Rogers. Show everyone what aâ
âGODDAMIT, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!â
 Steve explodes. What happens next happens very quickly. Steve, in a fleeting fit of rage, throws the ball straight at Ariâs face. Hard. Except Ari dodges it just in time. You hardly register what happens after that, and â
THWACK.
The ball hits you right in the face.
Commotion around you. Yelling. Whistles blowing. People talking. Whispers of your name. You think you even hear a snicker from right next to you. And yet you hardly take in any of it, trying your best to catch your breath. Your ears are ringing, your face burning with immediate pain.
Oh god, oh god, oh my god!
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you!?â Ari roars at Steve.
You try and find your voice, try to voice that youâre okay, try to grab for Wandaâs hand but itâs like youâre stunned into place. And truth be told, youâre not okay. The whole right side of your face where the basketball hit you hardest throbs in pain. You can even feel the tears brimming in your eyes. Oh, but you canât cry here, you just canât! But it hurts! Oh, it hurts so bad!
The next thing you know, youâre being scooped up into someoneâs muscular arms.
âAre you okay?â Itâs Ari. You blink several times to clear your fuzzy vision. Were you imagining him? No, his arms feel very solid and familiar around you as he lifts you up, carrying you out of the crowd and to the side of the court.
âIt hurts!â You canât help but whimper, feeling like a baby. A disoriented, helpless baby.
âOh my gosh, is she okay?!â You hear Sharon run up to you two. Shit. Ari wouldnât be caught dead holding you in his arms in front of his girlfriend, would he? Despite your disoriented state, despite all the pain, you brace yourself for him to drop you.
âGo get some ice,â Ari orders her. âThereâs an ice box in the locker room. Go.â
Youâre too preoccupied with your throbbing face to really notice Sharonâs reaction, but she dutifully does what he tells her.
âItâs okay, youâll be okay,â He murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face.
âIâm sorry,â Now you hear Steveâs voice, a scuffle which was him probably pushing past people. You try to straighten up in Ariâs arms so you can look at the blond, but dizziness overtakes you. You can still hear him though, despite the ringing in your ear, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âYou stay the fuck away from her,â Ari growls.
âShut the fuck up, I wasnât talking to you.â
âYeah? Well, Iâm talking to you, asshole. Youâve already done enough.â
Ari walks away with you in his arms. Youâre finally able to look over his shoulder as he carries you, and catch one last glimpse of Steve just standing there. Heâs staring at his hand, flexing it in front of him as if he canât believe what heâs just done. But it wasnât his fault, was it?! You canât think straight, and your face throbs with pain if you try to touch it.
âI canât fucking believe him,â Ari fumes, as he walks the two of you into a bathroom off the side of the court. You welcome the privacy, being away from the multiple pairs of eyes that had been ogling you when the basketball had hit your face. He gently sits you down on the sink before grabbing a first aid kit thatâs conveniently in one of the drawers. âI told you he was trouble, didnât I? Now heâs physically attacked you in front of everyone. Heâs a fucking psychopathââ
âAri, it hurts,â you interrupt, your voice all wobbly.
The brunetâs features soften. Heâs got an ointment in one hand, but he uses his other one to brush your cheek, coming up to stand between your dangling legs.
âThisâll numb the pain.â He says, his voice soft like a cloud. And youâve never felt this type of softness from him before. Especially not in the past few weeks whilst heâs been giving you the cold shoulder. He spreads the numbing ointment over and around your eye, and you sigh, feeling a little relief.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ari murmurs, his hand coming to rest on your leg and giving it a squeeze, âHe got you straight in the eye, that dumb fucking prick. Itâs definitely gonna bruise, but youâre doing so good, baby. Youâre being such a brave little girl.â
Oh god, the way he was speaking was giving you butterflies! Why was he doing it? Did he still care about you?!
âWhy are you being so nice?â You blurt out, the pain on your face making you deliriously bold.
Ari snorts, squeezing your thigh, âBaby, I can be nice. You know that.â
Well, heâd been awful these past few weeks. Heâd been awful to you the night of the party, too. And yet⊠You can feel yourself slipping, getting lost in his blue eyes that seem to be sparkling with earnesty, andâ No! No, you werenât going to let yourself go there. Not this time!
âY-You werenât being so nice to Steve tonight.â You accuse, trying to shake off the romantic tension that seems to be creeping up on both of you, trapping you in that bubble of desire that you always seem to find yourself in alone with him.
Ari scoffs. âDonât defend that asshole, not after he gave you a black eye.â
âHe didnât mean to!â
âDidnât I tell you to stay away from him? That he was bad news?â Ariâs hand doesnât leave your bare thigh, and youâre acutely aware of his thumb stroking your skin softly. âNow heâs gone and hurt you just like I knew he would.â
âYou were goading him the whole time, Ari!â
âThat doesnât give him the excuse to physically assault you.â
âThatâs not what it was!â You try to frown, but it makes your eye throb with pain, and you wince instead.
âWell, either way, youâre never gonna see him again after tonight.â Ari declares.
Your jaw drops open, âExcuse me?â
He meets your gaze squarely, the hint of an amused smile touching his lips, âYou heard me. Heâs too volatile, and if you had listened to me, youâd know that.â
âHe only blew up like that because you wouldnât stop insulting him!â
Itâs his turn to frown, âHe blew up like that because thatâs who he is.â
You regard Ari suspiciously, âHow do you know him so well?â
Ari sighs, suddenly devoting all his attention to screwing the cap back on to the ointment bottle. He takes his time, carefully placing the bottle back in the first aid kit before he refocuses on you. You expect him to answer your question, but instead he cups your face (the side that hadnât been hit by a basketball).
âSweetheart, the bottom line is that he hurt you.â Ariâs voice drops a few octaves, his face suddenly so close to yours, so close that you can see his long lashes flutter as he blinks, âI didnât like that.â
You bite your lip, goosebumps running up and down your arms. You feel a sudden sense of dejavu â being in a bathroom with Ari alone like you were all those weeks ago at that party. The bathroom where heâd left you. âWh-Why didnât you like it?â
âYou know why.â He moves even closer, his lips looking so plump and pinkâŠ
âNo. Tell me.â
âBecause I care about you. And Iâm sorry for leaving you alone that night.â
Tenderly, he kisses you. And you donât even fight it, easily melting into it despite everything. Despite how much youâd coached yourself not to fall for him again. His lips just feel so good, so natural, so him. And heâs holding you so gently, almost like youâre made out of glass. Itâs like itâs a different Ari thatâs kissing you now, so different from the man youâd gotten to know, from the man whoâd hurt you and lied to you countless times.
The two of you pull apart, before instinctively pulling back in for another kiss. And you donât know if itâs you or him that initiates the second one, but itâs like thereâs an invisible string between the two of you, keeping you connected no matter how hard you try to run away.
âAri,â you whisper against his lips, âAri, what does this mean?â
He says nothing, continuing to peck at your lips. His hand slips up your skirt, but you quickly grab it to halt him. No, you needed answers this time before you took it any further.
âY-You said you care about me.â
âYeah, I did. I do.â
âAre you going to break up with Sharon?â
Silence.
And just like that, the bubble pops. You crash back down to reality. Your black eye throbs, your heart throbs, and now your headâs throbbing too. Sighing sadly, you push Ari away.
âHey, look, Iâll figure something out.â
You shake your head, âI donât have time for you to figure something out, Ari. Itâs either me or her. Because honestly, Sharon doesnât deserve this and neither do I. And Iâm not going to start sneaking around with you again if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
Ari doesnât say anything, but his eyes look torn. He opens his mouth as if to say something before clamping it shut again and sighing. Running a hand through his mane, he leans forward as if to kiss you again, but you turn your head, not wanting to give in to the temptation a second time.
His silence is all the answer you need. With a heavy heart, you sigh.
âWe need to pull the plug on this â whatever this is.â You say firmly, âand maybe itâs time for me to see other people so I can properly move on from you.â
Immediately, Ariâs eyes narrow, âWhat, like Steve? I already told you heâs dangerous.â
âHe likes me and heâs not afraid to be seen with me in public!â
âHeâs not afraid to physically assault you in public, thatâs for sure.â
Round and round the two of you went, in this never-ending circle of fighting then making up then fighting again. It needed to end. You had to end it.
âSteve asked me out earlier today, and I think Iâm going to go.â You scoot off the sink, feeling a bit shaky on your feet but overall alright enough to walk away.
âNo, youâre fucking not.â Ari blocks your path, looking frustrated beyond belief. âLook, the only reason he even asked you out is because he wants to get back at me.â
Your jaw drops open for the second time in the span of five minutes. Angrily, you push past him, âYouâre a fucking dick, Ari.â
âIâm not saying it to hurt you, Iââ
âNo, just shut up!â You interrupt, âAnother guy asks me out and you canât help but make it about yourself, can you? Because God forbid a guy likes me for me, right? Fuck you.â
He opens his mouth to as if to say something, but the door to the bathroom pushes open at that exact second.
âThere you guys are!â Sharon huffs, looking red and out of breath, with a bag of ice in her hands. âIt took me ages to find the ice box, are you okay?!â
âYeah. Iâm fine.â You answer, but she insists on icing your eye for you. It makes you feel even worse, standing there and allowing her to gently press the ice against your injury. The physical relief is instantaneous, but you feel icky on the inside. Yet again, youâd kissed her boyfriend behind her back. And it was even worse since you and her were kind of friends now.
Ari slips out of the bathroom without another word, and you watch over Sharonâs shoulder as he leaves. As he disappears down the corridor until heâs just a shadow, and only then you allow yourself to let out a long sigh. There. It was done. You and Ari were over now.
Forever.
***
âSorry again for the black eye,â Steve says, his hand pressing against the small of your back as he leads you up the cobblestone pathway to his front door. âI promise I donât usually have to resort to violence to get a girl to go out with me.â
Itâs been a week since the fateful basketball practice game. Steve had texted you that very night, apologising over and over again for throwing the ball at your face. You were forgiving, naturally. It wasnât his fault, and itâs not like he was aiming for you anyways. After that, the conversation had quickly flowed over to other things, and you found Steve easy to talk to over text. It wasnât as intimidating, and he led most of the conversation, telling you how heâd love to take you out that weekend. The two of you had texted all week â and it was a welcome distraction from Ari, anyways.
Now, you giggle, feeling all glowy and special because the day of your date is finally here. Youâre outside, the sun is shining and Steveâs confidently taken your hand in his. In comparison, you canât even remember the last time youâd held hands with Ari â or if youâd ever held hands with Ari for that matter.
âThatâs alright, Stevie. Just as long as you promise not to do it again, I donât think Iâd fare well as a battered and abused wife.â You answer before your eyes widen once youâve realised what youâve said. Had you just referred to yourself as his⊠wife? On your very first date? God⊠What the fuck was wrong with you?
But Steve only smirks, pulling you up the stairs leading to the front door of his house before yanking you into him, taking you by surprise. Your face collides with his hard chest as he kisses the top of your head. Your cheeks immediately go hot â he was so forward sometimes! No. All the time. He was incredibly forward all the time. And you donât think you mind it in the least.
âTrust me, sweetheart. If you were my wife, I wouldnât have allowed you to run around in that slutty little outfit at practice in front of so many feral basketball players.â He says, grabbing his keys from his pocket and going to unlock the door.
You bite your lip, âAre you calling yourself feral?â
His gaze is intense as he looks back at you, but then he chuckles, âBaby girl, with you prancing around in that tiny excuse of a skirt, who wouldnât be feral?â
Your eyes widen and you stare down at the floor again, cheeks forever hot at his way with words. Steve smirks, pulling you inside. You find yourself in a massive foyer. Youâd never seen anything like it, because the front door to your familyâs house back home simply led into a living room. But this place was all marble floors and crystal chandeliers and grand staircases â like a fairytale palace.
Everything leading up to this moment had felt surreal like a fairytale. Steve had picked you up promptly at 4pm, just like he said he would. And heâd checked every box on the imaginary first date checklist in your mind that you didnât even know you had. His hair was all windswept and gorgeous, starting to grow longer down his neck. His face was clean-shaven, blue eyes sparkling as heâd kissed you on the cheek when youâd opened your dorm room door to greet him.
With your hand grasped tightly in his, heâd tugged you to his car. Held the door open for you, helped you inside and heâd even secured your seatbelt for you.
âIâm so excited!â youâd blurted out when heâd got into the driverâs seat. And Steve had smiled, leaned over the console and kissed your forehead, murmuring in agreement. And it had made you swoon, your eyes widening at how forward he was, how comfortable he was with you when this was only the first date.
And then heâd grabbed your chin and looked at you with those intense eyes, âBaby girl, you know what would make this date even better?â
Entranced, youâd asked him: âWhat?â
His features had hardened for a second, and his grip on your chin tightened all of a sudden too, âYou donât mention Levinson tonight. Or ever again. Not when youâre with me. You got that?â
Your jaw wouldâve dropped open had he not been holding your chin so hard. But youâd shaken your head hastily, not wanting to do anything to upset him or ruin your first date, âO-Of course, not, Steve, I wouldnât, Iââ
âIâm serious,â Steve had said softly, and yet he sounded almost threatening, âI hear his name come out of your mouth even once, and Iâll be very angry. Got that?â
âY-Yes, Steve.â
âAnd if I find out youâre dating me just to make him jealous, I wonât be happy. Understood?â
You had swallowed harshly. Was that what you were doing? Oh, you didnât even know! But you decided to focus entirely on Steve after that.
âI understand.â
And then heâd changed, letting go of your chin and shooting you a winning smile. His demeanour relaxed once more as heâd started up the car, and all the tension in the air dissipated. He began complimenting your dress, your hair, telling you how beautiful you looked and how much fun the two of you would have tonight. His warm hand patted your bare leg, and then it stayed there for the duration of the car ride, making you relax, making it seem as if that moment had never happened.
And thatâs how youâd ended up at Steveâs house. And sure, it was a bit strange that you were at Steveâs house for your first date with him. But heâd said something about checking on a few things at home before he took you out. It was a casual date anyways, so you didnât mind. Plus, he looked so handsome and earnest in his pressed white shirt and navy jacket, how could you ever say no?
âThis place is huge,â you canât help but marvel.
Steve shrugs, âI guess. Itâs pretty empty nowadays â my parents are both surgeons and they travel overseas a lot to perform big surgeries. And I live on campus at the frat house, so itâs just my little sister here now. I like to check in on her every now and then.â
Oh, he was so sweet! Nothing like Ari, who was looking worse and worse by comparison. Ari, who never took you out on dates. Who only ever wanted you for sex. Whose love language seemed to only consist of lying to you, and the only times he was ever sweet was when he was manipulating youâŠ
And yet⊠despite everything, your mind flits back to the way heâd carried you off when Steveâs ball had hit your face. How tenderly he had stroked you and tended to you. How sweetly heâd kissed you, making the butterflies in your tummy grow alive with excitement and nerves.
Stop, stop, stop thinking about Ari!
âSo, where are we going for our date?â You ask brightly, letting Steve grab your hand again as he pulls you through a large, carpeted corridor.
âOh, youâll see,â Steve says vaguely, âBut I thought we could hang here for a while. Do you want anything to drink?â
He leads you into a modern yet grandiose looking front room, with luxurious leather couches and a fireplace and an ornate coffee table that looks more expensive than your whole house back home. Thereâs also an open plan kitchen, also modern and minimalistic, and Steve drags you over, pulling out a chair and pushing you down by the shoulders to sit at the marble island.
âWater is fine.â You answer politely, not wanting to ruin your appetite before the date itself had even begun. Again, you start to wonder what he has planned for you two⊠A cute cafĂ©? A posh restaurant? An aesthetically pleasing diner, even? Your heart somersaults excitedly at all of the potential prospects. The closest youâd ever gotten to a date before this was Ari ordering Nobu to your dorm room and the two of you eating on your bed while you forced him to watch Gossip Girl with you on your laptopâŠ
 âWhatâre you smiling about, gorgeous?â Steve interrupts your thoughts.
âHuh? Nothing.â
He shakes his head and gives you another one of his charming, lop-sided smiles, âYou sure you want just water? Weâve got some good bottles of wine down in the cellar. Or I could mix you a drink, although Iâll warn you now, Iâve been told Iâm a bit too generous when it comes to measuring out the alcohol.â
Your eyes widen â was it a thing to drink before a first date? You didnât know, since youâd never been on a date in your whole entire life. Would you look dumb if you just stuck to water? Could he tell how much you were currently overthinking things? Itâs not like you were against drinking â itâs just that you had done so much of it on the night of the party that you were looking to steer clear. Plus, you wanted to be completely sober for your first date, andâ
Steve chuckles, âOkay then, water it is.â He tosses you a bottle of still water and you catch it gratefully. Unscrewing the cap and taking a swig, you watch him as he moves around the kitchen island, settling down on the seat next to you before grabbing your chair and pulling it over till youâre very close to him.
âIâm really happy you said yes to this date, baby girl,â he says in that intense way that he speaks, all up close and his blue eyes sparkling like a crystalline lake where the sunâs hitting it just right. It reminds you of Ariâs eyes, actually â and it was crazy how both Steve and Ari had the exact same shade of blue eyes.
âOh, uh, Iâm happy too,â you say shyly, gulping as he pulls you even closer, his hand coming to rest on your bare thigh. He strokes your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he fingers the lacy hem of your sundress.
âAnd I love this little dress youâre wearing,â His voice lowers, and your lips part as you watch his Adamâs Apple bob as he swallows, his face so close to yours. âI love that you wore it for me today, sweetheart. You did wear it for me, didnât you? Just me?â His grip on your leg hardens slightly, but youâre too busy focusing on his long lashes to even notice.
âY-Yes, I thought it would look cute for our date,â you breathe, acutely aware of his fingers playing with the soft material of your dress, lifting it up slowly.
Steve smirks, âYou do look cute, in your pretty pink dress that you wore just for me.â He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you forward, his eyes hooded and lips hovering over yours. Just an inch away, and your heartrate quickens, and you move closerâ
âSteve! I thought I heard you come in!â
You and Steve spring apart when a girl appears in the doorway of the kitchen. But her wide smile is immediately replaced by a look of embarrassment and even fear the moment she sees that youâre there too.
âO-Oh, Iâm sorry, I didnât realise you had companyâŠâ she stutters, backing out of the room.
âKira, wait, donât go,â Steve jumps up and grabs the girlâs arm before she can escape, âCome meet my date. Babe, this is my little sister, Kira.â
For some reason, when Steve had mentioned his little sister living here earlier, youâd automatically just assumed there was a pre-teen running around somewhere in the house with a live-in nanny chasing after her. But Kira looks about the same age as you, and she also looks somewhat petrified. Standing there next to her brother, wringing her hands together and barely being able to make eye contact with you.
âHey, Kira, itâs nice to meet you.â You say pleasantly, and she returns your smile awkwardly for a nanosecond immediately looking back down at her feet, as if she felt embarrassed in her own skin. Sheâs pretty, with pale skin and blonde hair just like her brother. But Steve was big, assured and confident, whilst Kira looks extremely shy, with a slight build â much smaller than him. Her hair is scraped back in a tight plait down her back, and her glasses were slightly crooked on her face.
âHey,â she whispers softly, and she looks at you for a second or two, but seems to grow alarmed when you meet her gaze. Quickly, she looks to the floor again, her fingers fidgeting nervously.
âSheâs the girl Iâve been telling you about,â Steve says to his sister.
Your heart swells, and you beam up at him, âYouâve been talking about me?â
He gives you a wink, âOf course. Youâre practically a household name, sweetheart.â
Kira clears her throat, backing away slowly, âI-I should go, uh, it was nice meeting youââ
âStay, Kira, please!â Steve says, âWeâre leaving in a second anyways, then youâll have the whole place to yourself.â
The poor girl looked extremely awkward, and a part of you feels sorry for her as she stands there quietly, with Steve beaming next to her.
âI like your sweatshirt.â You say after a few seconds of silence.
âTh-Thank you,â Kira answers, glancing down at her front before shooting you another quick, tight-lipped smile. âI â uh â I thrifted it a while back.â
âI love thrifting! Iâm new to the city though, so I donât know any of the good places.â
âKira could show you around!â Steve suggests. You nod politely. Kira smiles too, but you can tell she still looks mortified. You try not to make it obvious, but youâve noticed how her hands are shaking as she keeps them clasped in front of her. A part of you can relate â you still get shy and awkward around people you donât know, too.
Kira starts backing out of the room again, âI â uh â Iâm so sorry, I have a report, Iââ
âNo, please! Youâre good!â you say, âIt was really nice to meet you!â
âYou too,â she answers, before leaving the room and closing the door gently behind her.
A few beats pass before you speak.
âShe seems really nice,â you say, taking another sip of water.
Steve nods, looking distracted as he watches after his sister through the glass pane of the door. His smile from earlier is still plastered on his face, but it no longer seems to reach his eyes. The atmosphere, the air itself, suddenly feels heavier, different in a way, and you canât quite pinpoint what it is.
When Steve finally looks at you, heâs got a dark look suddenly shrouding his face. But he smiles nonetheless, grabs your hand and pulls you up to your feet, âYeah, sheâs great. I know she didnât talk much but thatâs only because she tends to get really anxious around people she doesnât know. But I promise you, sheâs a good kid.â
âI totally understand.â
âNo really, if you get to know her, sheâs a lot of fun. She doesnât really go out muchâŠâ His voice trails off, but you feel him squeeze your hand tighter as he leads you out of the kitchen and into a spacious corridor.
âI get that,â you answer honestly, wondering if you should say anymore or whether it would be overstepping. But Steve still looks distracted, and you want to show him that youâre present and attentive and interested in what heâs telling you â which you are. âHonestly, I get it. Does she have a good group of friends at her college? I know that friends can beââ
âShe went to your college.â Steve interrupts you.
 Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, âShe goes to St. Andrewsâ? No way, thatâs so cool! I donât think Iâve seen her around but thatâs probably âcause the campus is so big, but wow, Iââ
âNo, she used to go there,â he says, stopping in front of what you assume is his bedroom door, and turning to look at you with a peculiar expression. Steve, always so forward with his emotions, but right now his blue eyes gaze at you with a look thatâs almost unreadable, and his words come out blunt. âShe doesnât go there anymore. She dropped out.â
Oh.
You can feel his hand clutching yours very tightly, his grip almost crushing. And yet, despite the physical contact, he seems far away. Like heâs lost in his own world, like thereâs something brewing inside his head but you canât seem to read him and figure out what exactly it is. His full lips are pressed into a thin line, and his other hand grips the doorknob tightly for a handful of long seconds before twisting it and pulling you into his room.
âSteve, IâŠâ
He shuts the door before turning to face you once more, and heâs still got that stormy, distant look on his face, a look youâve never seen before now. Itâs almost eery, how quickly his demeanour had changed. Just a minute ago, he was being charming as hellâŠ
But then his face suddenly relaxes, lips twitching into that lop-sided smile of his. The familiarity of it relaxes you too, makes you not fully notice how it still doesnât reach his eyes as he tugs you into him.
âWhy did she drop out?â You breathe.
Steveâs face is so close to yours, his blue eyes blazing and his jaw tensing and untensing almost rhythmically. He sucks in a breath, his charming smile freezing on his face as he looks somewhere beyond your shoulder.
âShe just didnât have the best time there,â his eyes darken, the grip he has on your hand not relenting in the slightest, âThere were some people â one person â who justâŠâ He trails off once more, before his gaze suddenly snaps back to you, and he clears his throat, âIt was just one of those things where she decided it was best for her to drop out. That was last year, and sheâs taking some courses online now.â
âIâm sorry, Steve. That mustâve been so tough for her,â you exhale, unaware that youâd been holding your breath in.
He nods, and you watch him closely. His eyes twitch before he smiles once more, pulling you towards his bed, âYeah, it was.â
He backs up till heâs sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling you on top of him till youâre straddling his lap. Automatically, your arms wind around his neck, and you donât think youâve seen a more intense-looking pair of eyes than his in that moment. Neither of you say anything, but his fingers dance up and down your bare legs. Slip up your hips and give them a squeeze, and you bite your lip.
He kisses up your neck, the first few being feather-light before they grow more frenzied. His hand cups your ass through the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze that has you breathing hard.
 Wait, what was happening? Just a second ago he was opening up to you about his sister, and now�
âSteve, whatâre you â ah â wh-what about our dateâ?â
Heâs got a glint in his eye when he looks up from kissing your skin, âI didnât forget about our date, sweetheart. I just thought weâd take a little detour first.â
Oh. Okay. Itâs easy to grow distracted when his kisses on your skin are making the butterflies spiral and flutter in your tummy. You want to melt into his arms, let him kiss you all the rest of the day and all night too. Let him take you on this amazing first date that heâd painstakingly planned for you, and in doing so erase the thought and touch of Ari from your mind completely, till your body forgets about the man youâve been nonstop thinking about for the past month. Maybe this was it, maybe it was time for something new. Someone new. All Ari ever wanted from you was sex, but Steve? Steve was different.
âI wasnât â ah, Steve â I have to say, I wasnât planning on kissing you until the end of the date, definitely not before it,â you giggle, pushing at his chest to try and get a word in as he tugs the strap of your dress aside and trails his lips down your shoulder blade.
You feel him smirk against your skin, âDonât worry, baby girl. Iâll be a gentleman and save our first kiss for the end of the date, but that doesnât mean we canât do other things right now.â
You feel your core thrum with excitement at his words, and you look up to beam at him except heâs too busy pushing your dress down to meet your gaze. The sun shines through the open window, making his hair glisten golden, and you wonder if the sunlight makes his eyes glimmer like that too. But heâs not looking at you.
âSteve,â you push at his shoulder, âSteve, wonât we be late for our date?â
His fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress, and with ease he unfastens it before looking at you, and his eyes are so dark, âWhoâs planning this date, sweetheart? Me or you?â
You giggle nervously, âYou, of course. Butââ
âWhoâs in charge?â
âY-You, butââ
âNo, no buts. Weâll go when I say weâre ready to,â he runs his hand down your bare back through the gap created by the open zipper of your dress, his calloused fingers running over your sensitive skin and making your heart skip a beat. His tone is distracted, and yet thereâs a finality and authority to it that makes you listen to him.
Before you can think of a response, he grabs you by the waist and pushes you down on the bed before climbing on top of you. You gulp, a huge part of you so turned on by how in control he is, and yet itâs such a contrast from the easy-going Steveâs youâve gotten to know today. But at the same time, you get a strange sense of dejavu, as if youâve been in this situation before with him⊠But that wasnât possible at all, was it?
âStevie, please, my hair and makeupâs gonna get ruined!â You laugh, trying to bat him away as he kisses down your chest, pulling your dress down with him, âI worked really hard on it, you know!â
You wait for him to quip back, say something funny or charming to reassure you and make you feel all warm inside. Like how heâs been doing today ever since he picked you up from your dorm room. But he doesnât reply at all, too focused on tugging your dress off. Itâs crazy, almost as if his personality had completely switched since heâd dragged you from the kitchen into his room. He seems distracted, frenzied, unresponsive almost as he licks and nips at your chest.
And a large part of you wants to give in. You know your panties are soaked through, and it would be so easy to just relinquish control completely, till you did that thing where you went all dumb and submissive. But then⊠what about the date? Youâd been looking forward to finally going out with a guy, really going out instead of just hanging out in a bedroomâŠ
Was that all you were worth?
âSteve! Stevie, câmon. I donât wanna wrinkle my dress before our dateââ
âThen just take it off,â he yanks at the fabric hard, and you hear a rip.
âMy dress!â You cry, but he pins your arms above your head with just one of his hands before you can survey the damage. His face is hovering over yours, so close that his nose brushes against yours, and yet despite the closeness, his eyes look so far away. So dark and far away, even the sunlight from the window doesnât seem to reach into them.
âSteve, please slow downââ
âCâmon, baby girl. The innocent act is cute but everyone knows youâre not exactly a prudeâŠâ
âHuh?â
His kiss swallows you whole, and his lips are so soft, so warm. They mould perfectly against yours, and you momentarily forget everything, your arms winding around his neck as you kiss him back. For a few seconds, itâs magical. Itâs different from kissing Ari â but not at all in a bad way. When Ari kissed you, it felt like the whole world stopped moving, like everything came to a halt except him and you. But with Steve, it felt like the world was spinning doubly fast, making you feel light and heady and excited, like you were in the midst of a whirlpool, like Steve was consuming you whole.
But only for those precious few seconds, before he bites down on your lower lip, and you feel a jolt of pain. He ruts against you, his movements rough and animalistic. You make a sound of protest, but itâs drowned out by another loud rip, and you feel your dress coming further undone.
âHey, stop!â you manage to pull away, the metallic taste of blood invading your tastebuds. You wipe your mouth, heart beating faster than a drum. You look down at your dress â the front of which has been ripped down to your waist, and a horrified feeling spreads through your chest. âM-My dressâŠâ
âItâs not a big deal,â he tries pressing his lips against yours again but you dodge him.
âIt is! H-How am I gonna go on our date if my dress is all ripped?â
Steve blinks, âWeâll figure something out, sweetheart.â
âNo, wait! Please⊠I was looking forward toââ
He cuts you off with another rough kiss, his hands spreading the tear of your dress to expose your bra. He palms your breasts through the lacy material, and you donât know whether to give in to the pleasure or address the sinking feeling in your chest. Youâd gotten all dressed up for him, for this date! And now?
âS-Steve, can we please just stop for a second â ah!â
He pulls the cups of your bra down, his mouth latching on to your nipple. And oh, it feels so good! And yetâŠ
You push him off you, âPlease, Steve. Slow it down!â
Steve blinks, his eyes looking so deeply stormy, so dark and far away despite the fact that heâs making direct eye contact with you, âThatâs strange.â
âWhatâs strange?â
He grips your chin roughly with his thumb and forefinger, âPlaying hard to get isnât really your strong suit, so I donât get why youâre doing it now. You didnât do it the night we met.â
Heâs back on you once more in a flash, when his words havenât even properly sunk in. His lips brush past your collarbone, kissing back down to your bare breasts. He circles your nipple with his tongue, grabbing your hands and squeezing them before bringing them up to his abs. Your breath hitches, the feel of his mouth on you⊠and his body, so hard and masculine and big, itâs got your mind clouding over. You almost forget what heâs just saidâŠ
You force out another giggle, although you donât much feel like laughing anymore. âWhat do you mean? Look â ah! â please just stop for a second ââ
âThatâs not what you were saying the night of the party,â Steve mutters against your neck, pushing your hand past his waistband, his grip too strong for you to pull away from. âYou clearly didnât have a problem spreading your legs for me then.â
Your blood runs cold. What did he mean by that?
He gets rougher, biting and sucking on your nipples, manhandling your body till heâs got your legs spread and heâs slotted himself between them. Lewdly, he thrusts his clothed dick against your panty-covered pussy, and you suppress the need to moan. Your entire bodyâs screaming for you to just lay still and let him do what heâs going, because it feels so fucking good. And yet, once more, your palms press hard against his chest to push him off.
âSteve, stop, I donât thinkââ
âShut up.â He bites down on your nipple harshly and you gasp, continuing to push at him. How had his whole demeanour changed in such a short amount of time? Where was the sweetness and the charm heâd shown you less than half an hour ago?
âWh-What, Steve, Iââ
âYou heard me. Donât act like a nun all of a sudden, not when you let Levinson fuck you in the middle of a party in front of the whole fucking world.â
Your heart drops all the way down to the pit of your stomach. Your blood freezes up, making you go deathly still. You feel like thereâs poison in your veins all of a sudden, turning all your insides into black tar. Your hands stop pushing him, dropping to your sides like youâve forgotten how to use them.
Steve stops too, blinking suddenly as if heâs just woken up, as if heâs just been doused by a bucket of ice water.
âFuck. Sorry. I didnât mean to say thatââ
âGet off me.â Your voice sounds oddly thick, and you feel the sudden urge to cry.
Steve doesnât budge, still on his knees on top of you. He frowns, running a hand through his hair. âLook, I said Iâm sorry.â
âGet off me. Get off me. GET OFF ME!â
He does, regarding you carefully as he stands up beside the bed. Watching as you scramble to your feet, feeling disoriented, confused, hurt, used, upset â oh, and so much else! So he knew about what youâd done with Ari the night of the party⊠But for him to use it against you? After being so charming and perfect all day? You donât know what to think anymore as your mind feels like itâs moving a hundred miles per second.
Steve sighs, reaching for your hand, âBaby, I didnât meanââ
âIâm going home.â You say quietly, fixing your bra back into place before reaching behind you to zip your dress back up. Praying to God that you donât struggle with the zipper just this once. And by some miracle, you get it zipped up in one go. Not that it does anything to rectify the fact that the front of your dress is torn down the top. Another wave of tears threatens to spill from within you.
Steveâs eyes narrow, âHome? Why?â
You stare at him incredulously before quietly making a beeline towards the doorway, holding the front of your dress together almost pitifully. You need to get out of here, get out before he sees you burst into tears.
Steve grabs your arm before you can get to the door.
âLook, letâs just go on our date. We can talk it out, I just said I didnât mean to say that.â
You shake your head, âI just want to go home.â
His eyes flash dangerously, and you find your heart beating faster than normal as you shrink back, trying to tug out of his grip but to no avail.
âI fucking apologised.â He says sharply, âIâm taking you out now, so stop trying to leave.â
âYou never wanted to go on a date with me.â You say shakily, tears welling in your eyes. And thatâs when you realise it, like itâs just dawned on you that all of this⊠him asking you out, picking you up in his car, acting all sweet, introducing you to his sister⊠All of it was just so he could get you into his bed.
All men were the same. Ari, Steve, all of themâŠ
âDonât put words in my mouth. I do want to take you out, so letâs just go.â
Steve tugs hard on your arm, making you cry out in protest. His eye twitches, and he reaches down towards your face as if to tuck your hair behind your ear. But you canât help but flinch, and then another realisation slowly dawns on you. Youâre afraid of him.
You tug with all your might, freeing your arm from his and shaking your head profusely.
âI-I-I need to go home. Just, please. I need toââ
âGODDAMIT, I SAID I WANTED TO TAKE YOU ON THE GODDAMNED DATE.â
Thereâs a loud crack. You duck in fright, hands covering your face. When you peak through the gaps of your fingers, you see Steve breathing hard. His fist, driven straight through the wall, has created a massive hole and several cracks in the plaster.
Silence. Except for the sound of your heartbeat. You donât even think you breathe; youâre so paralysed with fear. You watch Steve as he slowly removes his hand from the wall, as he examines his fist with an unreadable expression on his face. He flexes his fingers, and his whole hand looks red â as does his face. His jaw is tensed, almost to the point where itâs vibrating.
And then he looks at you.
âLook, Iâm sorry. Sometimes IâŠâ his voice trails off, and he shakes his head as if trying to clear his own thoughts. âLetâs just go on the date, okay? Just let me explainââ
âP-Please, just let me go home,â you beg, and it comes out as a broken, scared whisper. You canât take your eyes off his fist, or the gaping hole in the wall. Youâd seen men punch through walls in movies, but never in real life. Your heart still hadnât calmed down, and now youâre even more sure you have to leave.
 âGoddamit, why canât you just listen to me?â He takes a step towards you and you flinch, cowering back once more as if heâs going to hit you next. Instead, he freezes, taking in your expression. He swallows, blinking several times. âLook, letâs just calm down. This doesnât have to ruin the date, you can borrow something from Kira and Iâll buy you a new dress, alright?â
âI c-canât, IâŠâ you donât even know what to say to him. What could you say? That you felt unsafe? Afraid? Not to mention, betrayed and used too? How could he possibly expect you to forget all that and go out with him?
You take a deep breath, tightly holding the top of your torn dress together with one hand. You dart towards the door, hoping to slip out without him catching you. But heâs too quick, and once again takes hold of your elbow just as you exit his room and come out into the hallway. This time, you canât help the tears as they spill down your face.
Steveâs blue eyes flash once more, âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going? Didnât you hear what I just said? Borrow something fromââ
âLet me go, Steve,â you tug once, before growing more panicked and tugging again, harder. âLet me go, let me go, let me goââ
âIâm sorry you feel scared, I didnât mean for that. Sometimes I get like that â just stop fucking struggling for one second, okay?â
âSteve, let her go.â
Both of you look up to see Kira standing in her doorway across the hall. Steveâs grip loosens momentarily, and you take his distraction as your opening. You break free, hastily making your way down the stairs. You donât dare look back, focusing on the steps beneath you because the last thing you want to do right now is fall.
âLet her go, Steve. Just⊠Just sit down.â You can hear Kira say.
âNo, she canât just leave. I need toââ
âPlease, Steve. Youâre freaking out again. Iâm gonna have to call mom and dad if you donât sit down right now.â
And thatâs all you hear, both Steve and Kiraâs voices fading as you descend further down the stairs. Through the kitchen, your shoes pitter-pattering over the marble floors of the lobby. The ornate front door is heavy as you pull it open, escaping to the fresh air outside. You donât dare look back, too scared to see if Steve has followed you or not.
Youâre halfway down the porch steps when you hear the door open behind you. Youâre about to break into a run lest Steve grab you again, whenâ
âH-Here.â
Itâs Kira. You turn around and she throws you something soft. A pink hoodie. Despite your frazzled, haphazard, frightened state, you canât help but feel gratitude. You quickly put it on, and it smells sweet â like candy perfume. It solves the problem of your ripped dress, and yet it does nothing to calm your frenzied heart, or stop the tears that drip past your cheeks. You back away from the town-house quickly.
âThank you, Kira. I need to go, I need toââ
She nods as if she understands, âW-Will you be okay?â
You bite your lip to stop from bursting into full on tears. All you can think right now is that you need to get away. Far, far away. Somewhere quiet where you can think, where you can straighten your thoughts out, somewhere where youâre alone. Away from Steve, away from Ari, away from boys like them, away from everyone.
You leave, hoping sheâll understand. After all, sheâd helped you â and it wasnât her fault that her brother had been so⊠soâŠ
Oh, you donât even know whatâs just happened! Your speed walk turns into a slow jog before you all but break into a run, only slowing down once youâre off his street. How had he just said all those things to you? How had he known about Ari fucking you at the party? And what did Steve mean by you spreading your legs for him the night youâd met him?
He thinks youâre a slut, you realise. All he ever wanted from you was sex, and you were stupid, stupid, stupid to think this first date was going to be something special. Or anything at all apart from sex.
You feel like crying, screaming, sobbing, pulling your hair out. But you canât do that here, not while youâre on some random street so close to Steveâs house. Instead, you take a few deep breaths to gather yourself. Wait until you get home, wait until youâre alone in your room, you coach yourself, desperately holding on to the single thread thatâs keeping you together right now. When inside you feel all torn â heâd torn up your heart just like heâd torn up your dress.
You call an Uber, luckily only having to wait a minute or two before it arrives. The ride home is silent, you just stare out the window and try your hardest to keep your tears at bay. Oh, why couldnât you be like those other girls? The ones who could easily find a boyfriend who loved them for them? Boyfriends who liked to hang out, go on dates, cook together? Why did no boy ever want that with you? Were you only ever worth their time when you spread your legs for them?
You feel numb by the time you reach your dorm building. It feels like youâre wading through cement as you forlornly walk inside, not even noticing the familiar car parked outside. You fish your keys out of your purse only to find your door already unlocked. You swing it open, ready to just burst into tears and sob into your pillow andâ
âI broke up with her.â
Ari is sitting on the edge of your bed â youâd forgotten he still had a key to your dorm â with a bouquet of pink roses his hand. Pale pink, delicate, tied together with a pink satin ribbon. But you didnât care, not anymore.
He stands up as you walk in, slowly shutting the door behind you. You hardly register him, your mind still racing with thoughts of: Steve used you; he didnât really want you. No man could ever really want you. They all just want one thing. They all justâ
âI broke up with Sharon,â Ari repeats. âItâs over between me and her. I told her I wanted to be with someone else.â
You still donât say anything. He may as well be speaking in gibberish.
âGo away,â you say, but it barely comes out as a whisper.
Ari grabs you by the shoulders, his blue eyes sparkling. And he looks so devastatingly handsome, his hair brushed back, wearing a crisp white button-up as if heâs gotten ready just to tell you all this. âYou were right, I shouldâve done it a long time ago. But who cares, we can be together now.â
âGo away.â
âI told you Iâd make you my girlfriend, didnât I?â He says cockily, thrusting the pink roses into your hands. And yet the bouquet feels like nothing, like youâre holding on to air. Ari doesnât seem to notice your lack of enthusiasm as he continues, âAnd now we can do all that shit you always told me you wanted to do. Iâll take you out somewhere nice, in fact we can go right now, we canââ
âGo away.â You say it much louder this time.
He hears you, his brows etching upwards in a frown as he regards you almost suspiciously. As he looks at you, really looks at you, slowly drinking in your shrunken demeanour, your dishevelled hair, the numb look on your face, the dried tears on your cheeks, how your eyes donât quite meet his.
He squeezes your shoulders before his hands freeze, and you look up to see him staring at the hoodie youâre wearing. You see a flicker in his eyes, but itâs so fleeting itâs almost like you imagined it. He inhales deeply.
âWhere did you get this?â He asks, before he grows distracted when his gaze flits over to your dress. Your poor, torn dress. His frown deepens, slowly turning into a snarl, âWho the fuck did this to you?â
You shrug out of his hold, feeling like youâre a million miles away, âJust go away.â
Ariâs lips press into a thin line, his jaw tensed up as he surveys you carefully. His hold on your shoulders never loosens.
âHe did this to you, didnât he?â
âGo away.â You feel like a broken record.
âIâll fucking kill him,â Ariâs features harden like stone, his fists curling at his sides as he surveys you. âI knew this would⊠Fuck, I canât fucking believeââ
âDIDNâT YOU HEAR ME!? I SAID GO AWAY!â
You erupt like a fucking volcano, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as if you canât hold them in anymore. But you feel more rage than sadness: rage at him, at Steve, at yourself. You throw the bouquet of pink roses at his chest. Hard. They bounce off him at fall to the ground in a dejected heap. The look of seething anger on Ariâs face is replaced with one of shock, and then concern. But was it even real? Was it ever real when it came to you?
âJust get out of here, Ari!â
âHeâs a piece of shit, and Iâll fucking kill him, alright? I promise heâll never hurt you again.â Ari says it slowly, trying to step closer to you but you immediately push him back. One shove turns into two before you lose it, your tiny fists landing on his chest over and over again.
âI DONâT CARE, OKAY!? I DONâT CARE WHAT YOU DO JUST GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!â
You scream it at the top of your lungs. Youâre pretty sure everyone in the building heard you, but you donât care. You donât care about anything anymore. All you want to do is be left alone.
âHey, hey, stop. Calm down.â Ari grabs your fists in his hands but all you feel is trapped. Like you did back in Steveâs bedroom. Like Ariâs about to administer his sweet manipulations once more so that you end up in bed with him. It was all you were good for after all, wasnât it? Â You jerk away from him, shaking your head fiercely.
âGET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!â
âWhat the fuck did he do to you?â Ari looks like heâs at a loss, and yet at the same time he looks livid, âHey look, youâre okay now. He canât hurt you anymore, youâre okay. Just calm downââ
âGet out!â
You scream it over and over again, till your throat feels hoarse and yet you still donât stop. You just want him out, want him gone. You push at him again, and then again, and heâs so strong and solid that he doesnât even budge, and this makes you even more upset. Heâs looking at you like youâre crazy, but thereâs also a softness in his eyes but you donât know if itâs real or if you even want it to be real anymore.
âBaby, youâre okay. Just calm down, youâre safe now, I wonât let him hurt you again.â
He sounds so soft, so kind, so unlike himself. Heâs acting, you think to yourself. Acting just like how Steve was acting. He doesnât really care about you. Neither of them do. Youâre the idiot. Youâre the fool. Youâre the slut.
âGET AWAY FROM ME OR IâLL FUCKING SCREAM!â
Ari is the most stubborn man youâve ever met, and he never takes orders from you, that much you know. And yet, by some miracle, he backs off. Maybe he sees how broken you look, how thereâs nothing he could really do in this moment that wouldnât just make you angrier, and push him away even more. You also believe thereâs a large part of him that wants to genuinely kill Steve â for whatever reason â probably pride â and yet, you donât care.
And so he does leave, but not before promising once more that he was going to murder Steve Rogers. He says some other things too, but youâre too distraught to even take them in. He tries to touch you again, but you bat him off, screaming even louder. Finally, he just leaves, an unreadable look on his face and his hands still curled into fists, undoubtedly going to find Steve.
And thatâs when you collapse to the floor, the tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks as you cry and cry and cry. You grab the pink roses, and in a fit of uncontrollable rage, you rip them apart. Rip flower from stem, petal from petal, throwing them on the floor with such vitriolic rage and sadness all rolled into one.
Ripped flowers. Ripped dress. Ripped heart.
AHHHHH OMFG OKAY!
I want you guys to know that I literally don't even know if I like this. I do but I also don't... Basically I'm super insecure about it. Nevertheless, please do tell me what you think!!!! ANY SHOCKS?? ANY SURPRISES?!?! OMFGGGG.
I prepared a few questions, although you guys don't have to answer them!! These are just for fun hehehe.
So... whose team are you now on? Team Ari or Team Steve? Hehe.
Why did Steve's mood suddenly change during their date???
IS WANDA A GOOD FRIEND?!?!?!
Any ideas NOW on why Steve and Ari hate each other?? What could it have to do with... I wonder...
ANYWAYS thank you guys so so much for reading! I love you all so so much, please reblog and give me feedback as I live for that and sajdjag IDEK ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY
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âFinally, you don't know how much I need this!â
You smiled at Angel Dust, who collapsed on the opposite side of the couch from you. âI don't mind talking about your job if you need to, Angel.â
âYou sure âbout that, Toots?â Angel Dust snickered at you, but then sighed almost wearily. âNot sure why you're the only one willing ta listen to me after a hard day, ya know? I mean, everyone in this hotel is a secret freak, right?â
You blinked.
âLittle Miss Sunshine and Vagina â you've heard them go at it when they forget to put up their soundproof barrier, huh? Like damn, wonder who's using the strap there?â
That was true, they were quite loud when they failed to remember that important little detail.
âAnd câmon, ya think that pussycat wasn't drowning in pussy himself back when he was an Overlord? Or maybe he likes cock better? I canât tell with that guy. Heâs got a good poker face, I can tell you that much.â
Honestly, you had no idea either which gender Husk preferred â he would probably choose a bottle of booze rather than a warm body if you had to guess.
âAnd Snakes? He has two dicks. Nuff said about that. And he calls me the whorebug?â Angel Dust scoffed. âAnd Niffty? Uhh, yeah, letâs⊠letâs just not get into her little mind of horrors.â
Well said.
âAnd so,â Angel Dust glanced up, a frisky smile suddenly gracing his face, âthat just leaves you and Smiles. Spill, Toots. No need to be shy âround me. Donât hold anything back. Everyone here knows youâre both a âthingâ. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Creepy is into some fucking weird shit, isnât he?â
You bit the inside of your cheek. âAlastor⊠isnâtââ You struggled to put it into exact words. âHe doesnât, wellâŠâ You scratched the side of your head in frustration.
âAh, is he pulling the whole âproper gentlemanâ bullshit? Doing the courting thing?â Angel Dust shrugged. âI remember you mentioning he died in the â30s or something? Does he really believe in the âno sex before marriageâ crap? Cuz let me tell ya, I died not that long after that, people werenât as proper as youâd like to think they were back then.â
You glanced away. âMaybe⊠thatâs a part of it.â You knew Alastor had little interest in the more intimate aspects of a relationship and he had admitted to you he had never done anything with anyone in either his mortal life and afterlife.
Of course you desired to touch him and for him to touch you beyond his own little affections â usually him placing his hand on the small of your back and perhaps a kiss on your forehead.
Alastor was not an affectionate man and you knew that going in and you respected that, but he had never outright told you it would never happen and so you could only hope it may happen one day.
âBut this is about you! I said I would listen, you had a tough day, right?â You said quickly, earning a sympathetic look from Angel Dust, but he got the message to change the subject back to himself.
âBleh, yeah, you got that right! Valâs into this thing called âbukkakeâ right now, ever heard of that?â He earned a shake of your head. âItâs some Asian shit. Itâs where multiple guys cum on you. So Iâve got like twenty Hellhounds cumming on my face â and fuck, dunno if you watch porn or not, but the loads some of those dogs are packing! Felt like I was fuckinâ drowningââ
Your face felt hot and Angel Dustâs voice felt distant as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together. You werenât a virgin, but you werenât exactly swimming in experience either as you only had a few sexual encounters in life and none had involved⊠that.
What would it be like, Alastor cumming on your face?
Would you be on your knees in front of him? On a bed beneath him? Would he stroke himself to completion or would you use your mouth? Would he call you endearing pet names or be degrading towards you?
Oh fuckâÂ
âHey, Toots! Still there?â Angel Dust broke you out of your fantasizing and you jumped, blinking and feeling your face burn with sheer embarrassment. âShit, was that too much?â
âNo, no!â You tried to wave it off like you werenât affected. âI-itâs fine! You can continue!â You swallowed thickly.
âNah, donât worry âbout it. I think I got what I needed off my chest. Thanks for listening to me, Toots.â Angel Dust stood up from the couch. âWanna get a drink with me?â
You could definitely use a drink right about now. âYes. Yes, I would.â You got up, heading over to the bar with Angel Dust.
Neither of you noticed the shadow listening in.
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P.S.T EP. 12 | Love Language ft Ningning.
length: 12k wordsâŠ
Ningning & Male Reader
Special Guest: ITZY
genres: oral sex, dirty talk, ass eating, facetime sex, squirt, footjob, lesbian, butt play, sneaky blowjob/handjob, bit fluffy
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Once again, the Miami morning sun filtered through the balcony window and filled your room with light. The shine was annoying on your eyes, but it was the perfect natural wake-up call for you to open them and look at the beautiful angel lying next to you.
Yoo Jimin was pure natural and ethereal beauty. You had read multiple times on different social networks that she looked like she was made by computer, and you had never understood those comments as much as you did at that moment when you saw her peacefully sleeping. You moved as subtly as you could to lean on one elbow and brush a strand of hair away from her temple. You brought two of your knuckles close to her cheek and rubbed it slowly; she shifted slightly, and grabbed you by your wrist so you could cradle that side of her face with your hand. You couldn't help but smile. She clung to your hand as if it were a teddy bear.
Of course the cute moment couldn't last too long. The doorbell of the suite and multiple messages on your phone snapped you out of your trance. You frowned, since it was fucking 7 in the morning. While you were reading the messages the doorbell rang a couple more times.
When you finished reading the messages you lowered the phone and found that Jimin was already beginning to open her eyes. She had the same annoyed expression as you as she rubbed her eyes.
"Well, I have to assume the deal between you two is over," you told her with a sigh.
You got out of bed, turned off the air conditioning, and reluctantly put on some boxers. You left the bedroom and walked through the corridors of the suite. The doorbell continued ringing, and you quickened your pace so that it would shut up once and for all. When you reached the door and opened it, all the girls except Noze began to enter the suite like raiders. Minjeong and Aeri passed you by without even saying hello, but when Ning did she hugged you around the waist and kissed your cheek to join the other two.
"Mother of God! This place is huge!" you heard Aeri say from behind you.
"I want to stay in a place like this too!" Minjeong protested as well. Ningning didn't say anything.
"Weren't there more subtle ways to wake me up?" you asked, looking Noze in the eyes. She didn't seem to care at all, "How annoying, damn."
"Aha whatever," she waved her hand and walked past you. You closed the door with a huff, "Today's breakfast and meeting will be here."
Just then Jimin also came out, wearing nothing but panties. She was still sleepy and her hair was a mess. She stood looking towards the balcony with a frown. Minjeong was looking at figurines on a shelf, Aeri was next to the coffee table, and Ningning was sitting on the couch. You could see in her face that she wanted to lie down and sleep too.
"Oh, can we all have breakfast naked then?" Aeri teased with a giggle, looking at Jimin.
"Go get dressed before room service arrives," Noze ordered, with a sternness that let you know she was in no mood for jokes.
You and Jimin went back into the bedroom and while you were in there you agreed to take longer on purpose. How did you do it? She gave you a quick blowjob, made you cum inside her mouth, and right after that was when you really started getting dressed. You came out and all of them were already settled at the table on the balcony. You took the free seats. Jimin to your left, Noze to the right.
That particular morning it felt like you were in hell itself. You didn't know how many degrees it was, but the sun stung your skin. You thanked god it wasn't right above your head, otherwise you would have been roasted alive. Luckily, the sea breeze counteracted the heat a little and kept you cool.
Noze began to detail all the activities scheduled for that day. You were all paying as much attention as you could, but it was evident on your faces that none of you had rested well enough to be fully operational at that time of the morning. As soon as she finished, seconds later room service arrived.
"Well? How were those nights?" Minjeong asked you, sitting next to Jimin, "I think I deserve to know the details, right?"
The hotel workers placed plate after plate on the table, which soon began to fill with food of all kinds. That made you remember the breakfast Jimin had made you eat the day before, and you had Vietnam flashbacks. Your gaze was lost looking at some boiled eggs with vegetables.
"We just bro'ed out, ate pizza and played video games," Jimin replied with a mischievous smile, "Nothing exciting, Minjeong-ah."
"Hey, hurry up and eat. It's getting late," Noze interrupted you.
"Mother of God, late for what," you said, wrinkling your forehead, "Not even the roosters have woken up at this point."
Noze glared at you, but the rest of the girls laughed at your joke. You, however, didn't find it so funny, you still felt exhausted from the day before and what you were saying was a real complaint. All of you finished your breakfast in a matter of about ten minutes. This time you didn't eat much; it was enough for you with some egg and cheese toast, and some cereal bars.
"Girls, go to the lobby with the rest of the staff so they can take you to the venue. They are already waiting for you," Noze told the girls.
All the girls obediently wiped their mouths with napkins and stood up. Jimin said goodbye to you with a couple of pats on the cheek. Ning gave you a kiss on the cheek again, along with a light caress on your chin. You could feel yourself almost melting at her soft touch, but you hid it as best you could.
"Did you have fun with Jiminie?" Noze asked you once all the girls left.
"Sex with her is fucking amazing, I'm not going to lie. But the best thing of all was feeling like she was just another good friend... I mean, I got to know her a lot better, and that was very valuable to me."
"Yeah," she nodded, looking out toward the open sea, "it probably doesn't show much on the outside but she's a very down-to-earth girl."
"You and her get along well, don't you?"
"She's the leader of the group I manage, silly, I have to get along with her anyway. But you're not wrong, she and I have formed a special bond over time."
âUmâŠâ Noze knew what you were thinking, she laughed and tapped you on the forehead with her middle finger.
"I don't like her, idiot. And she doesn't like me either. In fact, she's told me more than once that she's not interested in girls, not in a romantic way at least."
"I imagine so. Dating restrictions only lead to them fucking each other."
"Mhum. But that can get out of control sometimes, that's why I have to keep them in line."
"And I'm the tool to do it huh?"
"Mmm, kind of, but you're not just a tool anymore. Those girls really like you, so it's up to you not to let them down."
"I have no plans to do so either."
"Cool,â she turned her gaze to you again, "Now, you have work to do."
"Which paparazzi needs to have their teeth broken?"
"All of them, but that's not what I want you to do. I need you to collect all the girls' luggage and leave them ready for the hotel check out."
"Oh, piece of cake."
"However, I have bad news for you," she said as you made a move to get up from the chair. You sat down again.
"What's the matter?"
"This morning my days of the month started. You don't need to be very smart to know what I mean. And I know the girls well enough to know that theirs is coming too."
"Oh, okay, but what's up with that?"
"Nothing. I just apologize in advance for any behavior you may have to bear over the next few days. Not just theirs."
"Nah, no need. I think I'm pretty tolerant."
"Alright," she nodded and stood up. You did too, "Oh, one more thing. After tonight's concert we're taking a bus to Atlanta. I booked a nice spacious one just for the six of us."
"Damn, that sounds great," you and her left the balcony and walked into the suite.
"Yup, we'll have a three-day break between tonight's concert and the next one. So if you want some time to yourself and grab some souvenirs, thatâs your chance."
"Oh, great. Yuna will start crying if I don't bring her something," you let out a sigh, "Well, I have work to do, if you'll excuse me."
"Go ahead, and good luck. Who knows what you might encounter in those rooms," Noze turned around with a laugh and left the suite.
Of course you started with your and Jimin's luggage. There weren't many clothes scattered around the room, you had been as organized as possible and everything was perfectly in order. You just had to make the bed, leave everything as you found it when you first entered and get to work with the other rooms. You already had an order that you would follow, and since you knew Minjeong and what she was capable of, you decided to leave her room as the last one just so you could be mentally prepared for what you would find there.
You started in Aeri's room. It was frankly a disaster. There were clothes of all kinds everywhere: blouses, sweaters, pants and panties. The main place of concentration was around the bed. You picked up each piece of clothing and folded it as best you could to put it in the suitcases that weren't even completely unpacked. It was evident that with each passing day she only took out what she needed and survived that way. It didn't take you too long to gather her things and leave everything neatly packed.
Ning's room followed. Just as you expected, that room looked as if no one had used it in weeks. Everything was perfectly organized and clean. Ning's suitcases were neatly packed and organized at the foot of the bed. You noticed there was a small note on top of one of them. You went to pick it up and read it.
'Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.
Love, Ning.'
You smiled from ear to ear, folding the note to put it in the back pocket of your pants. You made a mental note to spend more time with her over the next few days so you could thank her for making your job so easy. She was certainly a being of light who deserved all the love in the world.
The joy didn't last too long. The next room was Minjeong's, and you couldn't put it off much longer.
You were mentally preparedâor so you thoughtâ, but as soon as you opened the door, what your eyes saw left you perplexed. There was a very stark dichotomy in the room, almost as if it had been cut in two and each half had been used by a different person. The suitcases were well organized and her bed was half made, which was appreciated. But the other side was an exaggerated conglomeration of sex toys of all kinds: dildos of all colors and sizes, vibrators, handcuffsâyou had no idea she had anyâ, and even a pair of anal plugs that you didn't expect she had.
You stared at the sexual objects for a few long seconds without really knowing how to act or what to do. Hundreds of dirty thoughts ran through your head. One of them was Minjeong with her wrists handcuffed behind her back being fucked in her ass. Another was her sucking you off while she had one of those butt plugs buried in her ass.
You quickly came back to reality and set about gathering all the things the best way you could. Looking back you noticed an empty bag, you immediately assumed it was the bag she had dedicated entirely to her toys. You took it, put it on the bed and started putting things there. While you were doing it, you were surprised that one of the plugs was still warm and with a light layer of lubricant on top.
"This girl..." you murmured in disbelief, holding the plug by the edge so as not to stain yourself.
However, this was not the only thing. One of the dildos was also warm and wet with what you knew were Minjeong's fluids. You cursed her in your head. She had done it entirely on purpose knowing that you were going to collect the luggage.
As you put the dildo away, just like there was a camera in the room or something, you received a message from Minjeong.
You didn't even bother to answer, you just grabbed both toys to clean them in the bathroom and put them away with the rest of the things. With all the things ready, you prepared to make your way to the lobby, still with Minjeong's dirty thoughts running through your head non-stop. You had to make a little mental effort to get that out of your head. You thought about Noze looking at you with a look like she wanted to kill you, but that only made it worse. So you imagined your high school math teacher in a bikini. That was it.
When you arrived at the lobby you had to ask a couple of staff members for help to fetch a few suitcases that you left behind since you didn't have enough arms to carry them all, but soon everything was ready for check out.
With everything ready to go you had the girls' luggage begin to be loaded onto the big bus that Noze had booked. It looked like one of those buses that soccer teams used to go from one city to another, spacious, nice and modern.
You still had some free time to go to the venue, and remembering that the days of girls' month were approaching, you decided to run to the nearest store to buy them some things. You put your deepest feminine instinct into practice to figure out what to buy; in the end you decided on chocolates of all kinds, snacks, gummies, small soft stuffed animals and last but not least, pain pillsâyou had to ask the woman at the pharmacy which ones were suitable for menstrual cramps.
When you bought everything and went to the venue with the bags in your hands, you found that everything was absolute chaos. You rushed into the middle of the commotion to help with whatever you were useful for, and in the blink of an eye, the next thing you knew, there was a crowd outside eager to see their favorite girl group. The girls were ready to go on stage.
From that backstage area you could perfectly see the audience from the darkness, where the spotlights did not shine. You dedicated yourself to seeing as many people as you could, all of them with an emotion that oozed out of their pores. At that moment you thought about how truly blessed you were to be able to enjoy each concert from that position, and above all, because of the good relationship you had with each of them.
The days went by and you watched each concert until the end, but it never ceased to amaze you how Noze had everything running like a perfectly adjusted clock. The logistics were impeccable in every sense of the word. The costume changes were smooth; every emerging need of the girls was met almost immediately; the lighting never failed, and the sound was incredibly well mixed.
The concert came to an end, and soon everything began to be dismantled. You, Noze and the girls met backstage.
"Damn fucking mother Nature," you heard Aeri say to your left, with English and tone worthy of Mean Girls.
âI'm too bloated, oh my god,â Ning complained, pointing a portable fan at herself, âPlease tell me I still looked pretty,â she asked you.
"You always look pretty baby, now go drink some water, please."
"I'm going to fucking explode," Minjeong growled, going to sit in a chair. Jimin sat next to her.
"Hey, at least it's not the worst that could have happened," you said.
"And what do you think is the worst that could have happened, genius?" Noze said, passing by you.
"I don't know, a space kitty invader could have come and devastated the venue. Come on, cheer up. Soon you'll be able to sleep comfortably."
Your words were intended to perhaps lift their spirits a little, and it seemed to work at least a little. Everyone's faces lit up and they looked at you with little smirks.
"He's right," Noze said, "All we have to do is get on that bus and sleep until we get to Atlanta."
"That sounds like a dream to me," Jimin sighed, "let's hurry up and get out of here."
For the next few minutes you dedicated yourself to being as helpful as possible so that the girls didn't have to do too much before getting on the bus. Once inside, everyone took advantage of the tinted windows to start changing into baggy and comfortable clothes. You did it too. You put on an adidas sports outfit; black tracksuit jacket and sweatpants along with your sliders.
"Girls! I have some gifts for you," you announced, taking the bags that until now no one had wondered what they were.
"A magic pill that will automatically eliminate the menstrual process from our body?" Jimin asked.
"I'm still working on it, I ask for patience."
You went through the seats and began to distribute everything you had bought. All of the girls had wide smiles forming on their faces. You distributed everything evenly, leaving some chocolates and snacks for yourself.
"Oh my god thank youuu!" Aeri squealed with excitement, grabbing her unicorn stuffed animal and hugging it. Jimin had a whale, Minjeong a Siberian husky, Ning a tiger, and Noze had a clown fish.
"This is so cute I might throw up," Minjeong joked with an adorable smile.
"Just wait for you to sit here. I'm going to kiss you like you've never been kissed before," Ning said from one of the wide sofa-like seats.
"Noze didn't pay you for this right?" Jimin laughed, opening a twix chocolate with her whale hugged to her body.
"As incredible as it may seem, no, I didn't," Noze replied, also with a little smile of disbelief.
The bus finally started, and everyone started eating many of the things you gave them. You had gone to sit with Ning, and just as she had promised, as soon as you sat next to her she wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you multiple times on the lips and all over your face.
"You're so sweet," kiss, "and adorable," kiss, "and loving," kiss, "and wonderful."
She cupped both hands on either side of your face and looked at you with bright eyes. You were going to kiss her again until Aeri opened her mouth.
"Hey, I'm sorry to ruin your romantic moment," she apologized, "but can you come and massage my back and feet? Pleaaaase?"
"Fuck, I can't say no to that. Can I too?" Ning asked.
"Me too?" Jimin asked. Minjeong repeated the question. Surprisingly Noze too.
You had no choice but to agree to their requests. You went to Aeri's seat and started warming up your fingers before you started. Your specialty was doing massages, and this time you would do the routine you always did to loosen the muscles. Aeri melted into your hands, letting out long sighs of relief and taking deep breaths that you took as good signs; she even pulled up her baggy sweater so you had better access to her back muscles, which was really helpful. When you finished with her back, you knelt in front of her to repeat the process with her feet, which you noticed were incredibly tense and swollen.
As soon as you finished your work with Aeri you signaled Ning and Noze to have one of them come over since Minjeong and Jimin had fallen asleep before their turn. It was Ning who reached you first. You tried to work as quickly as you could, while still treating the two girls in the best way possible so that they could have a pleasant rest.
When the massages were done, you, Noze and Ning went to the sofa at the back of the bus where she was sitting. The space was very cozy, and it was an area of the busâwhich in itself already seemed like a small apartmentâ where the air conditioning was colder and more pleasant. As soon as you placed your butt back on the padded surface you sighed and finally settled down to look at the layout of your surroundings. To your right was a corner sofa with a dining table. To your left, a small desk with an artificial campfire. In front you had a couple more seats, one on each side of a small table with a lamp and a television attached to the wall.
"Have you ever seen No Strings Attached?" you asked the girls.
They were huddled against you, Ning on your right and Noze on your left. Both hugged in your arms. They both shook their heads.
"Well, it will be your first time then."
You grabbed the TV remote and went to Netflix to find the movie. The three of you started watching the movie, but halfway through, Ning fell asleep. You noticed it from her adorable, subtle snores that filled your heart with tenderness. That left you alone with Noze. Once again.
"She snores like her stuffed animal would, she's so damn adorable," she said in a low, husky voice, followed by a giggle.
"Do you think she liked it?"
You had a hand placed on her thigh. You hadn't done it on purpose, just your hand ended up there, but she didn't say anything about it.
"Are you kidding? I haven't seen girls this excited and happy about something in a long time," she lifted her head from your shoulder to look at you, "It was a very nice gesture on your part, really, thank you."
You also turned your head to look at her. You met a pair of sleepy and somewhat shiny gorgeous eyes, but inevitably your gaze drifted to her full, red lips. She looked inexplicably beautiful like that, with her hair somewhat messy and dressed in that sweater that was twice her size. You were so, so tempted to make a move, but you held back.
"There's nothing to thank me for, it's my way of showing that I really love them."
"Does that include me?"
"Why, are you jealous?"
"No, it's just that you're looking to sleep in a hotel lobby when we get to Atlanta."
You couldn't help but smile. She really was jealous.
"Of course that includes you... Noze? I'm starting to not like calling you that, darling."
"Jihye," she finally said with an adorable smile, "Noh Jihye."
"Oh, so that's where the No in the name comes from."
"Aha, you're very smart, congratulations," she lay back on your shoulder with a giggle, "shut up and let's finish watching the movie, I'm exhausted."
The reality was that the movie hadn't even ended when she fell asleep, so you finished watching it alone. When the credits popped out, you turned off the TV and made yourself comfortable between the two of them, resting your head on Ning's and fell asleep just like that.
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You and Aeri woke up when you were passing through Cordele, but the rest of the girls didn't wake up until you were passing through Macon. Another hour passed when you finally arrived in Atlanta, straight towards your destination: the Ritz-Carlton hotel, a small but wide building in the middle of the city.
"Alright girls, you have a few days off to relax. Enjoy it," Noze announced as you arrived at the hotel lobby, which was honestly the most impressive to you yet.
"You still owe me a massage, don't forget," Jimin told you, she was walking in front of you.
"Aha, sure thing," you nodded, looking at the enormous heptagon of warm lights above your heads. The spacious reception in front of you.
"Hey, I'd like to have a few drinks with you one of these nights, are you up?" Noze told you, standing to your left.
"You don't even have to ask me. You know the answer."
She smiled and walked towards the reception as she watched you.
"Cool," she winked at you and prepared to say a few words to the receptionist, "Oh, and for the record!" She turned around to see you all, "You have free rein to do whatever you want, but if you are going to leave the hotel make sure you communicate it through the appropriate channels. Me, basically."
You stood waiting for a few minutes while Noze got you all the cards. As you did so, you all took the wide stairs that led to the first floor. That's where the elevators and the real hotel started, and also where you all parted ways to go to your rooms.
Your room was spacious and with good views of the rest of the city. The first thing you saw when you entered was the queen size bed with white sheets and pillows, and another long pillow but gray with white prints in the middle of them. In front of the bed there was a chest of drawers with dark varnished wood on the top and champagne-colored melamine on the drawers; two large ones on each side and four small ones in the middle. On the wall behind the dresser was the television, and to the left of it was also a small dark desk with a dark brown plastic chair. Finally, at the back of the room, right in front of the window, there was a large dark silver alcantara sofa with a small circular high table in front of it.
The first thing you did when you entered was take off your shoes and start unpacking all the things you knew you would use during those three days. After putting everything in the dresser and leaving your laptop and phone on top, you went directly to the bathroom to take a necessarily long shower. You came out again with the towel around your waist and went to check on your phone, finding that you had a message to read.
It was Lia. And when you read her name, a huge feeling of guilt attacked you for not having been able to pay attention to them. You immediately responded to her.
After having responded to Lia you decided to also write to the rest of the girlsâall while you were in a towel in front of the widely open curtains where anyone from the building across the street could see you.
Of course, the first was Chaery.
Once you sent all the corresponding messages, you got dressed, turned on the air conditioning and went to close the curtains in the room. Then you grabbed your laptop from the top of the dresser and made yourself comfortable on the couch. You started watching Haikyuu, an anime that you wanted to start for a while but hadn't had time to. A couple of hours passed when you remembered that Rina still wanted that massage, so you picked up your phone and texted her.
When you received confirmation from her you closed your laptop, put your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants and went straight to Jimin's room. The door was open, and when you put your hand on the knob and opened it you found Jimin already lying face down on her hands. She was completely topless, but she was still wearing short sports shorts. You also noticed that her room was exactly the same as yours, only she had a view of the city that had the Oconee National Forest in the background.
"Straight to the point huh?" You teased with a chuckle, closing the door behind you.
"Kinda," she sighed, "my back is killing me."
"I think I have a solution for that."
You took your phone out of your pocket and climbed onto the bed with her to put it aside. Then you straddled her butt and did the same finger warm-up you always did.
"Fuck, you're heavy you know?" she complained.
"Do you want the massage or not, crybaby?" you rubbed your hands together quickly to warm them up and then placed them on her bare shoulder blades.
She was going to answer you, but she could only let out a sigh of relief as you started your work. Just like the rest of the girls, Rina had very tense muscles. You immediately felt empathy for her. Concert after concert doing the same show without proper breaks between them was certainly something that took its toll in the long run, and they had the bad luck that it just happened to coincide with their days of the month.
"What are you planning to do these days?" she asked you softly. She had her eyes closed.
"I have to catch up with Itzy's girls, I feel like an idiot," you sighed, massaging her lower back, "I'm also going out with Jihye for drinks, but I don't know when."
"Jihye?" She giggled, "So she told you her real name huh? You're one step closer to the wedding at this point."
"You're not funny you know?"
"I'm the funniest person you know."
"I don't know that many people, Rina," you moved back to her shoulders.
"That's already an achievement then. You like her right?"
You took more time to answer that question than you'd like.
"No," no matter how confident you sounded, you couldn't help but think you were lying to yourself.
"But you like Ning right?"
"Are you a detective now or what?"
"It's a basic question, are you afraid to answer it?"
"No, but I don't know what this interrogation is about."
"I'm just curious. Come on, tell me."
"I'm one damn step away from being crazy about her. And it's a fine line."
"Aw, that's adorable."
"It's not, I feel like an idiot every time she does something sweet for me or every time she talks to me like⊠god."
"Buddy, you're crazy about her."
"Please shut up," you said heavily. Rina could only laugh. But you weren't as cool about it as she might think. Chaery was still in your head, and with her were the words you said to her before the tour. At that moment you hated being a man.
"I mean, I don't blame you. She's a princess in every way possible."
"It is, but please let's stop talking about my love life. What do you have planned?" you finally moved to her feet.
"Oh, we have a girls' night planned today. Here, actually."
"Aren't you planning to go sightseeing?"
"I saw that there is a very nice botanical garden, it would be a nice place to go."
"There's also a zoo tho, and an aquarium."
"Right! That would be cool."
"I can go with you if you want, but let me see how the next few days go."
"That sounds like a date to me."
"We can go with one of the girls then, comedian girl."
"I wasn't complaining," she let out a small whimper when you pressed close to her thumb, but it was natural, "Hey, you said you felt like an idiot about Itzy's girls, why?"
"Because I've been neglecting them these days, and it feels bad because I know how much they appreciate me."
"Dude, you've done a wonderful job taking care of us. Besides, I know Yeji unnie well, she knows very well how demanding a tour is. She won't be upset with you."
"I hope so. I would feel terrible if she was," you now moved to the other foot. Another whine from Jimin.
"Well, if she gives you a hard time about that I can take care of her if you want," she said with a joking tone. You chuckled.
"Yeah, I'd appreciate it. By the way, give me details about the girls' night, I'm curious about it."
"Oh, nothing special. We'll just order junk food, watch a few movies, and talk about boys."
"Boys?" you laughed, âWhat boys, Yoo Jimin, you should lie better.â
"During these days of the month I become a little more girly, you know. And I think it would be rude to say that we are going to be talking about you."
"Wow, that's certainly reassuring."
"It won't be anything bad, don't worry. You've done nothing but be a wonderful guy for us."
"Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" With that said you released her foot to finish the massage.
"Yeah, I will," she answered you with a little smile, finally opening her eyes to see you, "Thank you for the massage, I feel much better."
"I'm glad to hear that, don't thank me. I'll see you later, Rina," you leaned forward, giving her a peck on the forehead and another on the cheek before standing up.
As soon as you left her room you checked your phone, finding that all the girls had already responded to you. It made you happy to see all their personalities captured in each word. You began to walk the corridor slowly while reading the messages from Chaery, who you started chatting with.
When you finished talking to Chaery you were already inside the elevator going to the floor of your room. Then you read the other messages, starting with Lia.
You weren't surprised by the fact that Ryujin responded with a photo as well. She was lying on her side, legs drawn up as she held a wet dildo. A butt plug buried in her ass too. Just then the elevator door opened as it stopped a couple of floors before yours, and an elderly couple entered. You quickly had to lock the screen.
"Good afternoon," you greeted politely, playing dumb, with a smile and a small bow.
"Good afternoon dear," smiled the good-natured granny. Grandpa only gave you a smirk and raised his eyebrows.
You had to wait until you were alone on your corresponding floor before re-entering the chat.
Next was Yuna, who as expected had more energy than all of you and Itzy's girls combined.
When you were going to read Yeji's messages, you were already in front of your room. You opened the door, walked in and lay face up on your bed to answer her.
Finishing talking to all of them and having arranged to have a video call did nothing but fill your heart with joy and relief. You had finally taken a burden off your shoulders, but they were not that burden, but rather the emotional weight you had for not having been as attentive to them as you promised before you left.
Just as you were going to get out of bed to go watch a couple more episodes of Haikyuu before going to eat, you received more messages, but they were from Noze.
Had she really used a heart in a message to you? That was certainly new.
This time you did put the phone down and got out of bed to go change your outfit, which was really fucking difficult considering you had no idea what kind of occasion this was. But in the end, the solution was always to do something in the middle. Not looking like a bum but not like James Bond about to go on a mission either. Your choice this time was a black Columbia sweatshirt, and a black jacket with a beige hood on top; also some gray wide-leg jeans and your Air Force 1 07 LV8 in its champagne color variation.
Once prepared, you grabbed all your things and left your room, locked it and prepared to leave the hotel to look for a restaurant to eat nearby. You could have just asked for a car to drive yourself, but you wanted to walk the streets of a city you had never visited before. In your search you came across a place called Cuts Steakhouse, and the name alone convinced you.
You sat at one of the tables to order the food, and while you waited for it you looked for nearby bars. Looking through Google Maps you found one that was perfect for the occasion, it was quite nice and not too far from your current location, so after finishing your pork ribs with barbecue and your grilled salmon with ponzu, you went straight there.
Upon entering the large establishment you were relieved to see that there were not too many people there, which was normal considering that it was a weekday and that many people must be at home resting from work. Naturally the first thing you did was go sit at the bar, which formed a wide rectangle around a main island where the shelves, all the bottles and the televisions were.
One of the bartenders offered to serve you, and while you waited for Noze's message you just ordered a beer. The aforementioned message arrived when you were already a little more than halfway through the beer. You immediately gave her her address, and were impressed by the speed at which she arrived. You remembered what she had ordered the last time you had drinks together, so there was her Rusty Nail next to your half-finished beer.
"Hiii theeeere!" She greeted with a smile as she walked towards you. Once again, she impressed you with her beauty.
Black and white knitted sweater, short black skirt and high leather boots. She also sported pretty, freshly cut bangs, and simple makeup whose main attraction was scarlet lips. You were screwed. It was like she had read your mind when you had that little moment on the bus.
"Hello beautiful," you smiled as she sat down next to you, "You look amazing."
"Do you like it?" She asked with a small twinkle in her eye as she looked at her outfit and then she looked at you.
"Oh yeah, that sweater is beautiful. And damn, so are you, why lie."
"You look really cute too, why lie," she examined you up and down with a sly smile and then looked at the drink you had ordered, "Oh my god! I can't believe you remembered!"
"You never forget the initial shock of seeing a girl order Scotch whiskey," you replied as she took a swig of her drink. You also drank your beer.
"You say that like I'm a savage," she laughed.
"Honey, you look like extremely expensive wine."
"Is that a compliment?" she raised her eyebrows, taking another sip of the drink.
"It is if you want it to be," you shrugged and finally finished your beer, "Yo, brother! Pour me a Black Orchid, please."
"Wow, how enigmatic. Now you're the riddle?"
"No, but it would be fun to make you look for a Rata Alada so you can get into your room today."
You rarely made her truly laugh, and this was one of those times. You smiled as you looked at her.
"You know, I didn't expect you to have that drink with me today," the bartender returned with your drink. You thanked him with a nod and a smile.
"Why not?" she took a sip.
"I don't know, I thought you'd be at girls' night," you tried your drink and wrinkled your forehead a little at the taste, but it was delicious.
"Oh, yes I was invited," she finally set the glass down on the bar and leaned her elbow on it, "But I think there are certain boundaries that need to be respected, you know? A certain level of... uhm, separation, yeah."
"Those boundaries are definitely like the chains in an NFL game, right?" you teased, taking another sip of your drink, "Considering what happened with Rina and Minjeongie a couple days ago."
"That's just sex, it's of no consequence," she looked away with a nonchalant wave of her hand, "Now, a girls' night is much more intimate. You wouldn't understand, you have a cock."
"Nah, I think I understand you. And I have a cock," you pointed out.
Just like her, you left your glass on the bar and crossed your arms on top of it. Then, you lifted your butt only to move your stool closer to hers. She looked out of the corner of her eye as you were now practically leg to leg with her, you noticed a hint of a smile.
"And what about me? You don't mind being intimate with me, do you?" You raised an eyebrow as you looked at her.
"I bursted into tears like a little girl in your arms, what do you think that means?" She turned to look at you, and with her gaze still on your eyes she took a sip of the drink.
"That you had a mental breakdown?" She once again burst out laughing, you smiled.
"Yes, that could be too," she nodded, placing the glass back on the bar and looking at you again, "But I'm glad you were there... I felt safe."
You held her gaze for a few long seconds, long enough to leave you in a small trance. Once again those damn pretty lips. You looked at them again and again. And you could have sworn that she saw your lips too, but that must have been a figment of your imagination. Jihye finally blinked faster and came back to reality.
"Well, do you have any idea why I wanted to have drinks with you?" She changed the subject quickly.
"Uh... I honestly have no idea," you took another sip of your drink and looked towards one of the televisions, praying that the blush on your cheeks wouldn't show.
"Look."
She took out her phone and went into her contacts, scrolled for a few seconds and finally showed you the screen. 'Bae Johyun' you read. Then you noticed that the phone number was blurred and then you noticed that it was blocked.
"I finally blocked her. I want to move on with my life," she put the phone away again. You opened your mouth in surprise.
"Oh my god finally!" you cheered with a big smile on your face, "Damn, I'm so proud of you! Come on, let's make a toast to that."
"Cheers!" she said, smiling. You both raised your glasses, clinked them, and took longer sips than usual.
"Does that mean you accept my offer?"
"The one about looking for a hook up during the tour? Yeah, but not right now, that will have to wait a few days."
"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you took a giant step."
Then you did something that, thinking about it very carefully, you didn't know why the hell you had done it. It was almost like a natural instinct, something you did without thinking about what possible consequences it could have. You leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
Noze froze for a few seconds, but at that moment, thinking that you had done something perfectly normal, you didn't understand why. Then you saw how her cheeks acquired a light red blush. She giggled nervously and brought her hands to her cheeks to cover them.
"Something happens?" You tilted your head.
"Oh? No, no," she giggled, then quickly grabbed her glass from the bar and finished the rest of the drink in one gulp, "Uhm..." she wrinkled her brow, it had been too much.
"I guess you shouldn't have done that," you laughed, sipping patiently from your glass.
"No, definitely not," she blew air into her face with her hands and looked at the bartender, "Give me another one, please," she turned her gaze to you, "Uh⊠what are you planning to do during these next few?" days?"
"The main thing is to catch up with the Itzy girls, that's for sure. But I also want to go shopping, you know, for me and for them."
"Oh, in that case I have something for you."
She took her handbag and took out a small red Chanel wallet. From this she took out a credit card which she handed to you.
"Here. Use it and make sure you get them something nice. It's meant for tourist expenses, so there's practically no limit."
You took the card and examined it for a few seconds. Then you looked at her.
"Woman, how many unlimited monetary funds do you have access to?" you joked with an incredulous laugh. You put the card in your jacket pocket.
"Why? Are you only interested in my money?" She teased, then took a sip of her new drink.
"Well, you have enough mommy potential, why lie."
You made her laugh out loud again, and you smiled like an idiot again. You were starting to feel like this would become a non-sexual pleasure for you.
"Don't say that too loudly, I might get a mother complex and over spoil you."
You couldn't help but think about Lia and laugh about it.
"Then I won't do it. You have enough to take care of four unruly girls."
"Four unruly and horny girls, don't forget that detail."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
You and Jihye drank those couple of drinks and two more rounds. The only thing you did during all that time was have a pleasant conversation full of jokes and topics of recent interest to discuss. Just like you were with Rina, you felt very comfortable around her, just being a couple of good friends who constantly messed with each other. However, there was something else with her, you couldn't identify what, and you didn't want to think about the worst either, but she had an aura that was too stupidly attractive for you. Every thing she did, every expression, every word and every body movement caught your attention and left you captivated.
"Oh shit, it's getting late," you said as you looked at the time on your phone, "Honey, I need to go to the hotel to check on the girls before my video call with ITZY."
"That's fine, baby, let's go. It's also my bedtime."
At that moment you also didn't realize that you were saying 'honey' and 'baby' to each other. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was just the naturalness with which you had been carrying everything for a couple of hours.
"Get away from there, I'll pay for everything, silly."
You obediently put away your phone and took a small step back. She got into that space you left so she could pay. Now her back was almost touching your torso, and you could smell the scent of her hair. It made too much sense to you that it smelled like blackberries. Then you did something else that you didn't think about at all, and that you did out of pure instinct. You placed your hands on her small waist. She didn't seem to care.
"Aight, let's go," she stepped aside and linked her arm with yours, "Thank you, very kind!" she told the bartender, who said goodbye with a wave of his hand.
When you walked outside you realized why Jihye had arrived at the bar so stupidly quickly. Parked waiting for you was a black sedan with tinted windows. The passenger window was down, Jihye crouched down a little to confirm that this was the driver and made you get in.
"Damn, how long has he been waiting here?" you said, climbing into the back seats with her.
"Since I arrived," she laughed, "I paid him for it, don't worry."
When you settled into the car it started heading towards the hotel. During the entire way Jihye never let go of your arm, even though she had all the space in the world to move in the seats. Only there, with your slow man's mind, did you realize that something was happening.
When you arrived you got off and she thanked the driver. Then you entered the lobby and went up to the first floor to take the elevator, which first stopped on Rina's room floor. When the doors opened, you took a step forward and turned to look into her eyes.
"Thanks for this, big guy," she told you with a little smile, "It was a fun night."
She also took a step forward, wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her small body and reciprocated the hug.
"No problem, boss. It was fun for me too," you murmured in her ear, and then separated from her, "Rest well."
"You too, and good luck with the girls," she winked at you.
You turned to walk down the hallway, but she caught your attention again.
"Hey, just don't get too relaxed just because you're close to the boss," she warned, making an I'm-watching-you sign. Before you could respond, the elevator doors closed.
You finally turned around and walked down the hallway until you reached the door to Jimin's room. When you opened you found the lights off and all of them dressed in baggy and comfortable clothes. Everything seemed perfectly in order, they were all sitting on the bed, eating snacks, drinking Coca-Cola and watching TV.
"Hey, do you need anything? Maybe something else to eat or...?"
"What we need is for you to stop interrupting our girls' night out!" Minjeong said. You weren't surprised at that response.
"Aight, fair enough."
You approached each of them to say goodnight and kissed each one's cheeks except Ning's. You grabbed her by the chin, made her look at you and gave her a kiss on her lips. She smiled at you, you smiled back, and then turned to leave the room.
You took the elevator back and went to your floor. When you got to the door of your room and looked for your door card in your jacket pockets you couldn't find it. You didn't give it much importance, you just went to the reception, asked for a replacement and came back. While inside, you took all the things out of your jacket pockets and took it off. You also took off your shoes and pants, leaving you only in a sweatshirt, socks, and boxers.
You just laid down on your bed and waited. Yeji's video call arrived after about fifteen minutes. When you answered you were a little shocked, but frankly it didn't surprise you at all. On the other side of the screen they were all completely naked, all in different seductive poses on top of the extended sofa bed. The order from left to right was Ryujin, Yuna, Chaery, Lia and Yeji.
"Wow, what a nice surprise, right?" You said with a sly smile, looking carefully at each one of them and their perfect bodies.
"You like what you see huh?" said Ryujin, who was lying on her side just like in the photo she sent you. She put a hand on her ass and squeezed it.
"Daddy sure loves what she sees, don't ask stupid questions," Yuna said to Ryujin's side, then she put her hands on her tits and squeezed them. You were still impressed by how big she was.
"I'm going to spank your asses if you start arguing," you told them both.
"Yes please!" they both said in unison. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, you'll notice that we wanted to pull out all our tricks to remind you of what awaits you when you get home," Yeji said, playing with her own tits.
"Oh, believe me. I can't wait to go back and sink my fingers into those pussies again."
"How, like this?" Lia asked, spreading her legs wide open and taking a finger inside her pussy.
"Or maybe like this?" Yeji asked, bringing two fingers inside hers. They both let out a small moan.
"We thought it would be best to give you a show so you wouldn't have to imagine us too much while you're gone," Chaery said with an evil little smile. You were just surprised to hear her speak so confidently.
As soon as she finished that sentence, Ryujin crawled over Yuna and got on all fours between Chaery's legs, making sure the camera caught her ass with a butt plug buried in it. You looked at Chaery's face, and from the change in her expression you knew that Ryujin had started eating her out.
Being the restless girl that she was, Yuna moved to the other side of the sofa to get down and kneel in front of Yeji. She grabbed one of her feet and started kissing them. With Yuna worshiping her feet, Yeji removed her fingers from her pussy and reached between Lia's legs. Lia also took her finger out of her pussy, and as if it were a scripted act between them, they began to finger each other. The moans began to be present through the speakers of your phone.
At that point you could no longer resist the urge to touch yourself, so you took off your boxers and threw them on the floor. You brought one hand to your cock and started to stroke it slowly.
âYou girls are so fucking sexy, fuckâŠâ you gasped.
"You love this, don't you?" Yeji asked in a seductive tone looking directly into the camera as she pumped her fingers in and out of Lia's pussy.
Chaery was caressing Ryujin's hair, who was eating her out slowly but enough to make her moan again and again. Yuna stopped worshiping Yeji's feet and moved towards Lia, who began to kiss her thighs.
"I do love it, god. I can't wait to be there with you and hammer those pussies with all my might."
"Mmmgh!" Lia moaned louder, fucking Yeji's pussy with her fingers, "And fill our pussies with that hot load?"
"Fuck yeah baby," you started jerking off faster, making your moans audible so they knew what you were doing.
Yuna stopped kissing Lia's thighs and moved towards Ryujin, climbed onto the sofa again and removed the butt plug from her ass.
"Do you want to see a magic trick daddy?" Yuna asked, shaking the buttplug at the camera from side to side. She then turned her back to the camera, bent forward and buried the same butt plug that she had removed from Ryujin into her butthole. Then, she started eating Ryujin's ass fiercely.
You could barely hear Ryujin's moans muffled against Chaery's pussy, who judging by her red face and raised eyebrows you knew she was being eaten with much more enthusiasm and hunger. That led to her being the first to erupt in a chain of loud orgasms and spasms.
Lia matched Ryujin's position but in front of Yeji, who began to eat her pussy. Yeji tangled the strands of Lia's blonde hair between her fingers, and began to moan louder, looking directly into the camera with her predatory feline eyes. She wrapped her pale thighs around Lia's head, and raised her hips to grind her pussy against the blonde's mouth, throwing her head back and letting herself be carried away by the pleasure.
Ryujin's moans were heard more clearly since she had stopped eating Chaery's pussy, but she was still being eaten out by Yuna, who had both hands gripping her perfect buttocks while she shook her head madly against her ass and apparently her pussy too. Chaery moved away from the edge of the sofa, giving the three of them enough room to maneuver.
Yeji was the next to cum, making Lia eat her pussy and collect all her fluids. When her orgasm had passed, Lia stood up and pushed Yeji back against the couch, then straddled her, and crawled until her ass was on top of her face. She lowered her hips, burying Yeji's face between her fleshy buttocks. Yeji started eating her pussy while she squeezed her ass.
You were about to give them instructions, especially Chaery, Yuna and Ryujin, who were now sharing a torrid triple kiss. But your heart almost jumped out of shock when you heard the door to your room open. You immediately covered yourself with a pillow, but that fear soon disappeared when you noticed that the person who was entering was Ning.
You thanked God that none of the girls were looking at the camera and that they hadn't noticed your reaction. You quickly muted yourself.
"Honey, what are you doing?" you asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Don't worry about me..." she said while looking at your cock, also listening to what was happening on the other side of the screen.
She took off her cotton jacket and threw it next to your boxers. Then she also took off the pink tank top she was wearing and her bra. You looked at her beautiful free tits and bit your lip. You understood why she hadn't taken off her clothes from the waist down, you didn't comment on it.
You unmuted yourself, and turned your gaze to the screen to start giving orders to the ITZY girls.
"Chaery, eat Yuna's tits while Ryujin eats her pussy. Ryujin, you use your left hand to touch yourself and the other to finger Chaery."
The girls obeyed you, Yuna lay down with her legs spread and pressed against her torso; Chaery lay down on one side of her to bring one of her tits into her mouth, and Ryujin got on her hands and knees in front of Yuna's pussy, running one hand under her own body to rub her clit and extending her other arm to put her fingers inside Chaery's pussy. You continued to jerk your cock, alternating your gaze between the screen and Ning's eyes as she watched you touch yourself.
"Yeji, when you make Lia cum, go with Chaery and eat her ass real good. Lia, just make out with Yuna so you can rest."
While you were giving that order Ning had climbed onto the bed with you and knelt between your legs just to stare at you. When you finished giving the order and they started to move, she took your hand off your cock and replaced it with hers. You let out a louder moan as she matched your previous pace.
"Daddy, I can get my toys so we can all play, can I have permission?" Ryujin asked you, looking over her shoulder at you. You noticed that her jaw and her mouth were stained with saliva.
"Of course baby, but hurry up. Oh fuck..." you gasped. Ning had spit on her hand and now she was giving you a slippery handjob behind your phone. You were too careful not to accidentally press the flip camera button.
Ryujin disappeared from the plane and soon returned with her characteristic bag of toys. They all remained faithful to your orders until Yuna exploded with her first orgasm, that's when they all started taking toys out of the bag. Ryujin grabbed a bullet vibrator and a huge black silicone dildo; Yuna grabbed the pink dildo that she always chose and some black anal beads shaped like little balls; Yeji grabbed a clitoral stimulator and dildo that was small compared to the ones Ryujin and Yuna had chosen; Lia also picked up some anal beads, but these were cone-shaped; Chaery only picked up a microphone-shaped vibrator.
With the toys already chosen, the dirtiest of debaucheries began. Ryujin helped Yuna lubricate her anal beads and take them inside her ass while she was on her hands and knees. Yuna moaned loudly as each ball entered her tight butthole, until only the small ring by which the toy was held was outside of her. With her beads inside her ass, Yuna grabbed her dildo and slowly buried it inside her pussy to start fucking herself. Chaery took advantage of Yuna's mouth being free to sit in front of her and spread her legs so she could eat her pussy while she pressed the vibrator against her own clit.
Ryujin lay down next to Yuna and poured lube on her dildo to press it against her butthole. In a matter of seconds the dildo was halfway inside. She began using one of her hands to pump it over and over, and with the other she pulled on Yuna's anal beads, pulling them all out in a single pull that made Yuna squeal with pleasure. The process was constantly repeated, as Chaery caressed Yuna's hair and brought her vibrator to maximum speed.
When Yeji moved to the other side of the couch you realized that the clitoral stimulator was not for her, but for Ryujin. She turned it on, and the toy's little tongue began to move at full speed. Yeji brought it closer to Ryujin's pussy, and as soon as she pressed against her clitoris she began to writhe with pleasure. Then, Yeji took her small dildo and inserted it inside her pussy to start fucking herself at full speed with it.
Lia, on the other hand, had also lubricated her anal beads; but for this she asked Chaery for help. Lia stood on her hands and knees with her ass facing her, and Chaery grabbed her anal beads to bury them deep in Lia's trained ass.
Now the moans of the five girls were blasting through your speakers at full volume, in a catastrophic cacophony of pleasure and lust. You couldn't do anything but moan with them, not only looking at the screen and what they were doing, but also at Ning's eyes right above your phone as she gave you an incredible handjob.
All the girls came a few more times, Ryujin had even let out an intense stream of squirt that wet Yeji's entire naked body and the couch beneath them.
"Dear, are you close? We're starting to get exhausted," Yeji told you, turning to the camera. She was breathing hard and was covered in sweat.
Hearing that question, Ning hid behind your phone and took your entire cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. You rolled your eyes and let out a longer moan.
"Oh fuck yeah... I'm close," you stated between heavy pants. You moved your phone a little to the left so you could watch Ning suck you off.
Ning bobbed her head up and down again and again, covering your entire shaft with a thin layer of saliva and precum. Her hand was gripping the base of your cock, which she soon began using to also jerk you off while giving you one of the best blowjobs you had received since you were on tour with them.
"Perfect, because we still have one final act for you."
They all moved around the sofa and picked up Chaery to position her right in the center of it. Ryujin sat in the far corner to see everything, you noticed that she was the most exhausted. But the rest of the girls did jump into action. Lia lay down next to Chaery and started sucking, licking and kissing her tits. Yeji positioned herself between her legs, and took to alternating between feasting on her pussy and her butthole. Yuna finally sat on Chaery's face facing the camera and leaned forward to start rubbing her clit.
At that moment Ning took you out of her mouth and sat a few centimeters further away from your cock, taking advantage of how slippery your cock was to make a meat sandwich with her feet around it. She began to move her feet up and down, slow at first and picking up speed as the seconds passed. Soon you were also receiving an impeccable footjob.
From the way Chaery was writhing in the middle of all those bodies you could tell that she was approaching what was possibly the strongest orgasm she had ever had in her life. Ning felt you throbbing between her feet and leaned forward once again to now suck on your tip while jerking you off.
It didn't take long for all the inputs of pleasure that Chaery was receiving to bring her to her peak. She finally came, but you were surprised to see how she drenched Yuna's hand and Yeji's entire face with a powerful squirt. Seeing this made you and Yuna explode as well.
You grabbed Ning's head with your free hand and pushed it down until her nose was pressed against your pelvis. You shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her throat, letting out loud moans that Yuna on the other side of the screen matched as she ground her hips against Chaery's face. You could hear Ning's gagging sounds as she took your entire load down her throat, and you just hoped the girls wouldn't do it.
Even though she was choking on your cock, Ning did her best to tighten her lips around your shaft so as not to let any drops spill out. When your orgasm was over, she pulled you out of her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show you that all your cum had gone down her throat and was gone.
"Well, I guess the real catching up will have to wait until one of the next few days," Yeji mentioned with a giggle, getting closer to the camera, "Fuck, these two bitches really squirted on me like they were in cahoots."
"Fuck..." you were breathing heavily, still recovering from that experience, "Yeah, sure baby," you nodded at Yeji.
"I have to hang up right now, we have to clean up this mess. I'll call you later, okay?"
"I'll be waiting, honey. I love you all, bye," you waved at the camera and blew them a kiss.
"Bye bye!" Yeji said, and as soon as she hung up you threw your phone aside.
"Ning Yizhuo..." you sighed, leaning up on your elbow to bring your hand to her face and caress it.
"I did a good job?" she asked with a shy tone of voice.
"You did amazing," you nodded with a smile, "Come here."
You put a hand on Ning's waist and pulled her up, she simply fell on top of you. Her naked tits pressed against you and her face below yours. You wrapped your arms around her and snuggled her against you as she placed her legs on either side of your hips.
"May I know how the hell you got in here?" you asked, stroking her hair.
"Well... Jimin-unnie has been giving us details of the days you spent together in Miami. I knew that I hadn't given you as much of myself or done as many things with you as she had, and since I didn't want you to forget about me, when you went to check on us and kissed me I took the card from your jacket pocket."
"How did you know it was there?"
"It stuck out of the pocket, darling."
You couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.
"Baby, I had to go to the lobby to get another card, you know?"
"I'm sorryyyy!" she said adorably, raising her head to look at you with a pout.
"You more than made up for it, believe me. So don't worry," you gave her a peck on the lips, "But honey, you don't have to compare yourself to any of the other members. I value each of you individually. Besides, I am the one who is here to help you and meet your needs. Not the other way around."
"I know, I know," she nodded as if she were being scolded, "But I couldn't help but feel like I want to be a lot more adventurous and try more things with you. Hearing how you reacted to Unnie's feet made me determined to want to try that, as well as giving you my other hole for the end of the tour... but I'm not ready for that yet."
"Dear, I am more than happy to help you explore new things, but only if they are things that you really want. I don't want you to feel pressured by the fact that the other members do things that you don't, that's not the important thing. "
Ning stared at you for a few long seconds and then cupped your face in her hands to kiss you again. This time it was a long, slow kiss, devoid of lust but full of love and affection.
"Thank you for always saying the right things and meaning them..." she murmured against your lips as she broke away from the kiss, "You're wonderful," she gave you a couple more short kisses, which you were happy to reciprocate.
"You really are wonderful, Ning Yizhuo, "Now lie down with me, let's spoon and take some sleep, will you?"
"Actually... I have to go back to Jiminie's room, honey, I'm sorry," she wailed with a sad look, "I don't want to raise suspicion when they wake up. They dropped dead before I left."
"Oh... sure," you nodded, even sadder than her, "It's okay, darling, no problem."
She got out of bed and began to put on the top garments that she had taken off.
"You should take me with you to ITZY's house sometime, it would be fun. I heard they have amazing pool parties."
"Well..." you went blank for a second, remembering the last day you spent there, "Yeah, I can certify that."
She approached you again, already dressed, and leaned in to give you one last kiss.
"Good night, sweetheart. Have sweet dreams," she told you, caressing your chin.
"Good night, cutie. You too," you responded as she walked towards the door, then left through it.
Left alone in your room you got up to put your boxers back on, turn off the light and go back to bed. You curled up under the covers, disappointed and a little sad that you didn't get to sleep with Ning that night. Before you could close your eyes you thought about many things. You thought about the drinks you had shared with Noze, and only then did you realize all the things you had done and that she had done. You had kissed her forehead, you had held her waist while she paid, and you had called her honeyâher calling you baby and holding on to your arm the entire trip back, by the way.
You also thought about your conversations with ITZY, especially Chaery. She had adhered to the request you made of her, she took care of everything that was yours there as if it were hers. And the simple fact of imagining her sleeping in your bed just because she missed you and wanted to be close to you somehow shrank your heart to the size of a marble. You missed her, a lot.
Lastly you thought of Ning. She was full of things that reminded you of Chaery, but she in turn shone with a very special and unique aura. She was willing to do anything to please you and see you happy, and she was very expressive about her feelings for you, with physical contact being her main love language for you. Your heart was being invaded from several hills, and she was leading the way with an imminent invader also hot on her heels: Noh Jihye.
With all those thoughts swirling around your head, especially the image of three girls, you closed your eyes and tried to relax to sleep.
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âĄïž part6. soccer game
MINORS DNI!
ă»â„ă»pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader
ă»â„ă» summary: you couldn`t sleep and accidentally you woke Vi up, so you decided to confront her about fellings
ă»â„ă» genre: smut + kinda friends to lovers
ă»â„ă» word count: 2.8k
â warnings: 18+, homophobia, panic attack, blood, mention of smut, fight, abuse, swearing, violence
WHEN I NEEDED YOU masterlist
on the way to the soccer game, you messaged Trish, eager to share with her what had happened.
"hey, are you coming to the game today? I want to meet up," you typed and hit "send". the reply came almost immediately.
"I wasnât planning to, but alright. meet you there in 10 minutes :)" you slipped your phone back into your jacket pocket and headed toward the entrance.
the stadium was already packed. you could see students from the other school finding their seats, and the cheer squad warming up. it brought back memories of your own attempts at dancing, and you felt grateful to be sitting down instead of bouncing around on the field. when Trish spotted you, she sat down beside you, and you hugged.
âso, howâs it going, gorgeous? what did you want to talk about?â Trish looked at you intently.
you leaned a little closer so the people around wouldnât overhear. âI wanted to tell you about last night. about me and⊠Vi,â you said with a smile.
Trish squealed and grabbed your hand. âNO WAY!â
âshhh, Trish,â you whispered, noticing a few people glancing your way. âI donât want everyone to know!â
âokay, okay, sorry," she said, unable to sit still. âstart from the beginning. and I want all the details!â she winked at you.
you laughed and took her hand, pulling her away from the seats. once you were alone in the hallway, you began, âwe spent the whole night together,â you whispered. Trish squeezed your hand, clearly wanting more.
âlast night, I woke up thinking about us. I think she wanted to kiss me when she came in and gave me this,â you pointed to your neck, âbut she didnât, since you all called us into the living room,â you explained, eyes sparkling with excitement.
âmy mouth! it never shuts up on time!â Trish slapped her hand over her lips. âsorry!â
âitâs fineâŠâ you bit your lip. âwhen we were watching the movie, she put her hand on my knee. it felt like I was burning up inside. then we held hands, and she even kissed my neck.â
âI told you a movie was a good idea,â Trish laughed. âgo on.â
âall evening, I kept catching her looking at me. it made me feel so good, knowing she was watching.â you smiled. âthen when we went to bed, I touched herâŠâ Trishâs eyes widened with excitement.
âand then what?â she could hardly wait.
âwell, we finally kissed, one thing led to another, and⊠we had sex,â you said, blushing.
âAAAH! YOU DOG!â Trish started jumping up and down, holding onto your hand.
you both laughed, and you shared some more details, making Trish nearly faint.
âI canât believe it⊠you guys had sex once, and youâre already glowing like this,â she said, clearly thrilled for you. her sincerity warmed your heart, and you felt grateful to have someone to share this with.
âwho said it was only once?â you winked, making Trish squeal even louder. as you laughed and gossiped, the music at the stadium got louder.
âthis conversation isnât over - after the game, youâre giving me all the details from the beginning,â she said, pulling you toward the bleachers. as you turned the corner toward the stands, you saw Troy leaning against the wall. your stomach dropped when your eyes met.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked him. Troyâs expression was unreadable, though one thing was clear - he was angry.
âIâm playing today, babe. but thatâs a better question for you.â he started walking closer. âI thought I wouldnât see you here again.â
âkeep your distance,â Trish muttered through gritted teeth as he got too close.
âshut your mouth; Iâm not talking to you,â he sneered at her and turned back to you.
âdonât talk to her like that! and donât call me âbabe,ââ you spat, disgusted. âyou lost that right when you shoved your dick down someone elseâs throat.â
Troy just laughed. âmaybe I wouldnât have needed to if youâd given a better head,â he shrugged.
âyouâre disgusting,â you said, deciding to walk past him and end the conversation, but he grabbed you by the elbow. a cold wave of fear ran through you, and suddenly, you couldnât move.
ânot so brave without your new girlfriend around? from what you told before, sounds like you enjoyed having a tongue shoved down your cunt. maybe thatâs why youâre so terrible in bed,â he laughed in your face. you felt a lump form in your throat again, but you fought hard to keep the tears back.
"Iâll be taking this," he said, letting go of your arm and roughly yanking the necklace from your neck.
âno! give it back!" you tried to grab his hand, but he shoved you, and you fell.
âyouâre such an idiot! get out of here!â Trish shouted, but her voice was barely audible over the music. she knelt next to you, asking if you were okay. you couldnât answer, only clutching the spot on your neck where your pendant should have been.
âIâd ask you for a good luck kiss, but knowing where that mouth has beenâŠâ he laughed again and walked away.
tears streamed down your face as you struggled to process how someone you once trusted could act this way. all his insults, everything he said, built up into a panic attack. the walls around seemed to close in, and you couldnât breathe. the only sound was your own heartbeat. Trish tried to comfort you, but nothing helped. you wanted to leave, but couldnât even lift yourself off the floor. your mind raced, and the pressure in your chest grew with every second. in desperation, you hugged yourself, your fingers brushing against Viâs jacket. finally, you took a deep breath; it felt like she was holding you as Trish gently stroked your back, and you slowly calmed down.
when you finally managed to stand, you glanced at Trish, who looked at you with deep concern.
dusting yourself off, you asked her for a tissue. after composing yourself, you said, âIâm fine.â Trish was about to protest, but you continued, âI want to watch the game. letâs talk about this later.â she nodded, and the two of you headed back to the stands.
your seats were taken, so you had to sit a little lower down. you didnât like these spots, as they often ended with a ball flying into someoneâs face, but you didnât have a choice. youâd missed the cheerleadersâ performance but arrived just in time for the teamsâ entrance. when both teams took to the field, you finally spotted Vi, she was like a breath of fresh air. she looked incredible; the soccer uniform accentuated her muscles, and her pink hair stood out beautifully among the other players. you saw her scanning the crowd, searching for you. you were relieved she hadnât spotted you yet; you didnât want her to see your red, tear-streaked eyes.
bright floodlights lit up the field, surrounded by rows of trees and bleachers filled with students, teachers, and parents. the stadium buzzed with excitement, and both teams looked ready to burst with energy before the starting whistle.
the opposing collegeâs team, known for their coachâs strategy of short, sharp passes, immediately focused on controlling the ball from the first seconds. their captain, a tall guy with a constant grin, confidently directed every movement of his teammates. they moved like a well-oiled machine, exchanging passes almost wordlessly. but your team lacked that cohesion: Josh was a rock, blocking their attack attempts, but with little success.
at one point, the midfield turned into a true battleground. when Troy intercepted the ball, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers of support. he sped forward, looking unstoppable, but as a defender from the opposing team closed in, Troy was supposed to pass, but he didnât seem to see anyone around him, dribbling as though he were the only player on his team. when that same defender swiftly caught up and cleanly knocked the ball out of bounds, your team began yelling things at Troy - they were clearly frustrated.
the suspense was building. players from both teams took occasional sharp shots on goal, but the goalkeepers showed impressive reflexes, saving their nets. the spectators in the stands were relentless, cheering for their teams. the opposing side tried a shift in tactics, opting for long passes. finally, in one of these moments, a player from the other school found himself perfectly positioned and struck a powerful, precise shot into the corner of the goal. the ball floated mid-air, but Vi deflected it to the opposite side, saving the goal. you smiled and clapped.
you watched as someone from your team intercepted the ball, and with incredible speed, Vi was already open near the opposing goal. receiving the ball, she dribbled toward the goal, and here was the moment of truth - Vi was about to score. while all the fans watched closely, you saw Troy barreling toward the ball.
âwhat is he doing?â you saw him kick the ball out from under Vi, causing her to trip, and the whistle blew. âno!â you shot up from your seat, watching Vi try to get back on her feet, and the entire bleacher section went silent. when Vi finally stood, she stormed over to Troy.
âwhat the fuck are you doing?â she demanded, but he only smirked and walked away.
a minute later, the game resumed. the opposing team felt the advantage after what had happened, and their coach decided to go on the offensive, rearranging the players. their forward took a golden opportunity, entering the penalty area and, deceiving the defenders, struck directly into the corner of the goal. cheers, applause, and celebratory embraces followed on the field for the other team. you saw Josh talking to Vi; she just shook her head and walked away. as she made her way to her position, Troy waved to her, his face twisted in an ugly grin. you saw Vi tense. she wasnât looking at him but at his hand - he had hung your necklace on his wrist. your eyes widened as Vi stormed over to him, grabbing his arm. amid the cheers from the crowd, you couldnât hear what they were saying, but you saw Viâs face redden with anger as she yanked your necklace away from him. she pushed him hard in the chest.
Vi began scanning the crowd and finally, your eyes met hers, her expression softening. you tried to smile, but tears started streaming down again. as you looked at each other, Troy leaned in and said something to Vi, making her turn sharply to him, grabbing his jersey.
âno, no, no,â you whispered, âTrish, this is exactly what he wants. sheâll be kicked off the team,â you said frantically, turning to your friend, but the coach stepped in just in time, pulling them apart and speaking to each of them. the game continued.
the game reached a new level of intensity: both teams played to the very end, fiercely defending their positions and waiting for the right moment. finally, your team had possession again, and when the pass went to Vi, she took control confidently. Troy no longer tried to interfere, and you thought maybe the coach had reprimanded him. a minute later, the ball was in the other teamâs net, and you all erupted in cheers and applause. almost the entire team ran up to Vi, though she only nodded, not looking very pleased.
when the refereeâs whistle signaled the end of the match, the field filled with applause and cheers from the spectators. both teams were exhausted, but everyone exchanged handshakes and hugs, knowing this was one of those games that would be remembered.
after the game, you said goodbye to Trish, promising to catch up later. you waited for Vi by her car in the parking lot, feeling restless.
âcupcake?â Vi called out to you. you turned to her and ran into her arms, sobbing. after today, there were no tears left in you. you held her tightly, and Vi wrapped her strong arms around you as you finally exhaled.
âitâs okay, donât cry,â she said, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears. âwhat happened today?â she asked, worriedly. you told her everything, about your conversation with Trish, about how Troy had overheard you, pushed you, and taken your necklace. Vi stroked your hair, but you could feel her body tensing, her eyes blazing with anger.
âIâll kill him,â she whispered, clenching her fist.
âoh really?â it was Troy.
âget in the car,â Vi handed you the keys and stood in front of you. across from her stood several guys - of course, Troy wouldnât come alone; he was a coward.
âVi, I donâtâŠâ you tried to protest, but she just repeated herself.
you took the keys and did as she said. sitting inside, you watched what was happening.
âI just want to talk, Vi,â Troy raised his hands, âseems like youâre taking something that doesnât belong to you.â
âbelong?â she replied. âsheâs a person, not a possession,â Viâs fists remained clenched.
âalright, alright,â he started walking closer, and you tensed, grabbing your phone to call someone if needed. âbut letâs be honest, used goods are never as good as new, right?â he glanced at you with a grin.
âif youâre talking about yourself, I agree,â she shot back.
âwatch it, thereâs more of us here!â he shouted, offended.
âitâs strange that you need half the team to meet with me,â Vi didnât move an inch. âlast time you were flat on the floor with a broken nose. want a repeat?â
Troy almost spat with rage as he lunged at Vi, but she grabbed his hand and shoved him away.
âdoes she still open her mouth when she cums?â the unexpected question rang in your ears, freezing time, and it felt like everyone stopped breathing. when an enraged Vi tried to lunge at Troy, the others grabbed her and held her back.
âlet her go!â you shouted from the car, fear evident in your eyes.
âoh, donât worry, babe, Iâll take care of this problem and then give you my full attention.â with those words, he started beating Vi with all his strength while the others held her.
you realized it was time to call for help, panicking as you dialed a number, not even sure whom you were calling, until you heard your dad's voice on the other end. you were so relieved to hear him. âdaddy, Troyâs gone crazy, theyâre beating Vi, and heâs threatening me. weâre in the parking lot. please help." you didn't catch what he replied because you were terrified by what you were seeing.
you looked back at the scene, watching with horror. youâd never witnessed such aggression in your life; Troy was hitting Vi with such force that his hand was red after just a few punches, hitting her head, her face. when he finally stopped, Vi muttered, "is that all you've got?"
infuriated, Troy swung again, but Vi dodged, and he ended up hitting another guy right in the nose. taking advantage of the moment, Vi broke free and landed a hard punch to Troyâs stomach. as he doubled over, she grabbed him by the shirt and slammed her fist into his cheek, throwing him back onto the pavement. he collapsed like a sack, writhing in pain.
âyou idiots, is this what you wanted?!â Vi shouted at the others. they glanced at each other nervously. âget out of here while you still can!â
the guys scattered, not even checking on Troy. Vi finally turned to face you, and you gasped. her face was covered in blood, her lip split - it was horrific. you leapt out of the car and ran to her.
âyou're safe, cupcake,â Vi whispered, reaching for your hand, her eyes unfocused. she handed you the necklace, and you started to cry.
âVi, how are you feeling? can you hear me?" she swayed, and you realized how badly she was hurt.
âyeah, I just... feel a little...â her voice trailed off as she started to collapse, but you caught her, and you both sank to the ground.
âVi!â you screamed, holding her bloody, unconscious form in your arms.
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Hating You Is The Easiest Thing I Can Do
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: When your boss pulls your case out from under you and gives it right to the BAU, you're pissed. You're even more pissed when Doctor Spencer Reid suggests you can't do your job properly. After a week in his company, you decide to give him a piece of your mind
Warnings: Day One of Kinktober - Hate Sex, enemies to lovers, dom/sub, Mean!Dom!Spencer, Brat!Reader, spanking, degradation, spanking, spit kink, sir kink, vaginal fingering, slight creampie, Reader's boss is an asshole, typical office misogyny. Spencer is also an asshole, but that's just because he's a dumbass.
A/N: Special thank you to @reidmotif and @mrs-dr-reid for proofreading this one for me! I wrote this when on a major Pride and Prejudice moment, which is why there's a whole lot of plot before the sex. I hope you like the build-up just as much as the smut! <3 If you like it, don't forget to leave a like, reply, or reblog and tell me your thoughts! ((just as a reminder, apart for Sundays and Tuesdays, I'll be posting all the kinktober fics on AO3 exclusively, so check out my writing there - reiderwriter))
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To say you were angry was an understatement. You were seething, the anger bubbling up inside of you and threatening to lash out at anyone who so much as crossed your path as you made your way down the crappy motel corridor. You'd only known Spencer Reid a week, but you could think of no one you despised more.
The FBI had always been a boys' club, you knew that. There were some goddamn strong women in your field office, of course, but you were outnumbered 10 to 1. Which was why you were so determined to do well on the first case assigned to you as lead Agent. The first week of the case, you'd made sure you were thorough. A body had been found in the park by a jogger, and you darted to the crime scene the moment you got the call. A woman in her early twenties, like you, had been raped, tortured, and then dumped here, her body posed in a demeaning way to make it seem as if she were performing a sexual act. Your entire body shuddered at the sight, but you couldn't let your coworkers see you weak so you powered through. Collecting evidence, getting an ID on the victim, interviewing potential witnesses, and yes, even breaking the news to the poor girl's family, you had been so attentive to every detail of the case and you felt you were making progress, your boss delivered a humbling blow.
"Another body has been discovered. I've invited the Behavioural Analysis Unit in from Quantico because you're in over your head." He'd told you, not even looking up at you from the file he was reading on his desk.
"What? I wasn't told about another body, why wasn't I notified?"
"I didn't think you needed to know, now that the BAU is coming in."
"So I'm off the case? That's it?"
"No, I want you to assist them in their investigation. Tell them everything you've gathered so far, get them situated in the office as best you can."
"Get them coffee when they want it? Rub their feet if they ask for it? This is bullshit, I was making progress, if you'd only have given me more time-"
"Agent, I suggest you walk out of this office right now and get your PMSing under control before I have to suspend you from fieldwork." You pressed your nails further into the beds on your palms then and bit back your tongue from replying, simply giving a terse nod and exiting the office.
It wasn't even an hour later before the new team arrived, and you offered a tense smile and welcome as you got them set up in their own office. The Unit Chief didn't seem too bad, but Aaron Hotchner couldn't exactly be described as the most welcoming of people, and you felt an instant camaraderie with JJ, the other agent who'd come into the office with him. There were more agents apparently, but they'd gone out into the field to check out the new victim and reinterview the family, something you weren't exactly happy about. But, if you were going to be their little bitch for the next week, you were at least thankful they were tolerable and polite.
"So here's everything I've got so far. I've been pretty thorough in my interrogations of potential witnesses, and there are no CCTV cameras in the general vicinity of the dump sites, so I don't think you'll find anything else there that'll aid in your profile."
" If you'd have been thorough you'd have found this though, right?" A new voice popped up from the door, and you felt yourself tense up under the sudden accusation. Looking up you saw he was holding up his phone, a picture of a strange marking on a tree lighting up the screen.
"Excuse me?"
"This was left on a tree roughly thirty feet from the first dump site. I called Rossi and Morgan and they found a similar marking near the second victim. It's a Mesopotamian symbol relating to the worship of prostitutes and sex workers to promote fertility." He spoke plainly, but all you could hear was the condescension in his tone, and your blood boiled with rage.
" Agent Y/L/N, I'm sorry about him, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, he's another member of our team." JJ introduced the man, sending him a warning glance, as if letting him know that he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth directly.
You looked at the man then, really focusing on him now instead of the pictures, and almost cursed out loud again. He was a jerk, but fuck was he attractive. Tousled hair, dark eyes, and a perfectly sculpted jaw, it was as if he were sent from hell directly to piss you off and tempt you. You pushed the attraction aside for the minute then, choosing to be the bigger person and introduce yourself.
"I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N. And I'm sorry that I'm not an expert on Mesopotamian prostitutes, but I guess that's probably your specialty, right, Doctor?" You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just looked down at it.
"If you're referring to my doctorate, I actually didn't study classic civilizations. I hold PhDs in Math, Chemistry, and Engineering and additional BAs in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology. And I don't do handshakes." He glanced straight past you after that, walking back over to Hotch and filling him in on other things you must've overlooked during your brief time working the case.
You glared at his back, finally letting your hand drop to your side again as you let out an angry chuckle.
"Don't take it personally, Spencer is just⊠Heâs He's not great with people. He'll warm up to you." JJ put a reassuring arm on your shoulder and you nodded. But inside you knew there was not one thing the man could do to reverse the bad opinion of him you'd just gained.
âXâ
After the initial anger of having the case seeped out from beneath you wore off, you actually began enjoying your time with the BAU. You hadn't put much thought into profiling before, it usually being so far off your radar while you were working in the field office but you were actually coming to enjoy how they worked, and you'd learned a lot.
Your relationship with Spencer, however, only degraded.
Your hatred had reignited the moment you'd been joined by the rest of the BAU Team. Your boss has finally come down to greet them, and, almost as if making you pay for your earlier comments, had genuinely sent you on a coffee run for them. You could deal with the fact that the man had the most annoyingly complicated coffee order you'd ever heard of in the Bureau, but what you couldn't forgive were the sly comments you walked in on when you returned.
"Come on, Reid. That Agent is easy on the eyes, you should talk to her, get you a slice of that." You'd been introduced to Derek Morgan earlier and you'd instantly pegged him as a flirt, so this wasn't exactly shocking to you. What was a bit surprising was the other man's reply.
"If she's attractive I hadn't noticed. I've been too busy trying to clear up her mess with this case."
You walked in the door then, coffees in hand, and slammed his drink down on the table for him. You handed Morgan to him, double-checking that you'd got both of their orders right before shooting another glare at the man and walking away to find the rest of the team.
But not before hearing Morgan chastise Reid in another whisper: "God man, you gotta be nicer to the kidâŠ"
To say that your working relationship had soured totally after your two personal encounters with the man was simply an untruth. You didn't have a working relationship, you had a working rivalry.
From then on, you'd slyly interrupt the man when he was speaking, telling him to cut his genius rambles in half, that you didn't have all day to sit around and wait for him to stutter his way through his theory while there was a murderer on the loose.
He didn't hold back either, constantly asking you questions he knew you didn't know the answers to, just to smile slyly down at you and make you admit that you weren't as good as him. It was getting so detrimental to the office atmosphere that you had to be genuinely separated after only three days, Hotchner bringing you into the field with him on multiple occasions and forcing Reid to stay behind with JJ to work on a geographical profile.
You'd been with Hotchner at a family interview, working with him to gain details of the second victim's actions and whereabouts leading up to her murder to establish a timeline when you got a call.
Excusing yourself from the room, you quickly picked up the call.
"This is Agent Y/L/N."
"Hotch isn't picking up his phone." That was all the explanation you got from the man on the other side of the phone, his voice instantly grating.
"Yes, I'd assume he isn't, Doctor Reid, because we are currently interviewing a bereaved mother and father and he put his phone on silent. Is there something you need?"
"I need to talk to Hotch."
"Well, you called me. What do you need?" You heard him breathe out a frustrated sigh on the other side of the line, and you rolled your eyes, slightly enjoying being this stubborn and getting under his skin.
"Just tell him we're ready to give the profile, okay?" He hung on you after that and you cursed him down the line, receiving nothing back but the empty beeps of the dial tone.
âXâ
It didn't take long after delivering the profile to get your guy, but as he hadn't been in the middle of committing any felonies when you picked him up, you'd had to spend a few days in the interrogation rooms.
Hotch had taken a crack at him and gotten nowhere, and so had Rossi and Emily and Morgan. JJ had been the one to make the arrest, so she went in last and still came out with nothing much. He hadn't layered up yet, as they'd suspected he wouldn't, too egotistical to allow anyone else into the room that he thought he was going to talk himself out of.
"We're getting nowhere with this, Hotch. I think I have an idea that could get him to start talking." Reid said as you all stared at the man through the one-way glass.
"What, you think you can charge in there and get him to talk?" It was petty, but it'd been a stressful week, and he was used to this flow of conversation between the two of you.
"No, you are. Hotch, she fits his type, she's attractive, same build and coloring as the previous two victims. I think it'd work." You scoffed at his suggestion.
"Oh so now you think I'm attractive? I thought you hadn't noticed because you were, what, too busy cleaning up my mess?" You crossed your arms as he gave you an incredulous look, and you realized that he didn't think you'd heard him.
"Spencer's right, Y/N." Hotch nodded, looking between the two of you to see if he needed to pull you apart to keep you from fighting or to keep you from jumping each other. You personally weren't sure which you'd like most at that point, cursing yourself as you let your eyes trail down his body.
"It's going to excite him having you so close, you should pop a few of those buttons, too," Reid suggested looking down at your chest as you scoffed and crossed your arms.
"Oh you'd really like that," you mumbled under your breath, but a swift look from Hotch had you shutting your mouth again as he began to brief you.
Going in you felt a surge of pettiness seep through you. You were going to nail this guy, get him to talk about every little nasty thing he did to those girls, and prove to your boss that you could do this when every member of the BAU had tried and failed. But a small, dim, and annoying reminder at the back of your head whispered in your ear that you'd be pleasing Spencer then as well. Proving him right. You weren't sure if you wanted to succeed to hear him or your boss say "good job" to you after you finally succeeded, but when you imagined it with him, he was a whole lot closer, right in your ear, body pressed against yours.
You focused on your anger over your attraction and pushed into the room, ready to stare down a monster and escape unharmed.
âXâ
It had worked, of course. It had taken a few hours of building rapport but you'd done it. You'd had him eating out the palm of your hand while he confessed to the three murders you knew about and an extra four that you didn't.
A day of retrieving bodies later and by 10 pm, the case was finally closed.
"Well done, kid, you really got him in that interview. That was some great work." Morgan nudged your elbow as he grabbed his duffle, exiting the makeshift office.
"Don't forget we're getting drinks at the cocktail bar in half an hour. Shower off that mud and change into a hot dress, Agent, and I'll buy you your first shot." Emily called back to you from the exit too, leaving you in a fit of giggles as you promised her you would.
Once they'd all gone, you started packing up your things ready to leave yourself when there was another knock at the door.
" Hey, I need to grab my bag." Reid stood in the door awkwardly, and your smile dropped into a politely neutral face as you nodded to him.
"Don't let me stop you, Doc."
"Spencer."He said, stepping a bit closer to you.
"What?"
"I want you to call me Spencer. You keep calling me Doctor or Doc, I want you to call me Spencer."
"No. Doctor Reid is just fine for me."
"And what if I want more?" He grabbed your wrist as you turned to go, using a bit too much force and leaving you stumbling into him, hitting his chest as you looked up at him, your noses almost touching with the proximity.
"Let me go," you growled, but his grip loosened and you didn't move an inch.
"What if I want more?" He asked again, a little more insistent this time, his eyes dark in the dim room, expression unreadable.
"Why should I care what you want, Doctor Reid?"
"Because I think you want it, too. Because I think that despite all the odds, you want me just as much as I want you."
Your anger burst out of you in a sarcastic laugh then at his presumptuous words.
"Despite all the odds? What odds are those Spencer? You treat me like shit, ignoring me, refusing to even shake my hand, and downplaying the hard fucking work I put in before you got here? God, you are so fucking narcissistic." You finally stepped away from him then, turning away to regain your composure.
"Me? I'm not the one who missed some vital fucking evidence in a murder investigation, Y/N, so I'm sorry I wasn't the most welcoming person, but God if we're talking egos, you should probably check yourself."
"Forget it, you're impossible. I really tried to be nice to you, but more fool me for making messes you had to clean up."
"Are you still stuck on that? Y/N, I'm sorry, but Derek just has a way of-" He stepped closer to you again and you could feel the oxygen being sucked from your lungs.
"Don't you dare blame this on Morgan. You're attracted to me and you fucking despise that, and it's none of Morganâs fault. Now please, just get out of this fucking office and go back to your motel room." You practically hissed those last words at him, holding back the urge to scream in frustration. Your lips were so close now, as his chest heaved, hands clenched by his sides as he resisted the urge to grab you.
"Forgive me⊠for suggesting something so obviously repulsive to you." With that, he brushed past you and walked out, leaving you reeling at his almost confession, head light from the lack of air. He'd taken your breath with him as he left the room.
âXâ
The promise of free shots had convinced you to get back out to the bar as promised, not letting Reid and his fickle moods control when and where you'd be enjoying yourself.
You finally showed up at the bar and were greeted by hugs from JJ and Emily, already one drink in as they immediately handed you a shot from the bar. Guiding you back to the table, you paused as you saw him there.
Morgan was sat at the table, happily chatting away with Reid, who'd since grown quiet, eyes meeting yours before leaving to rake down your frame. You resisted the urge to cover yourself, confidently standing tall as he devoured you with his eyes. Changing out of your work clothes, you'd decided that you needed some fun tonight, donning a short red dress, barely hitting the tops of your thighs, hugging your curves tightly, and pushing your chest up so it nearly spilled out completely. You'd completed the look with thigh-high black boots and a red lip, looking the absolute image of lust - or anger - personified.
"Whew mama, you look good, Y/N." Morgan greeted you, standing up to give you a kiss on the cheek. Reid still said nothing but kept his eyes trained on you as he took another sip of his drink.
"I was promised shots and dancing, I think I'm dressed pretty appropriately don't you think?" You smiled and giggled up at Morgan, letting your touch linger on him a little longer to see if it would spur Reid into action.
"Have I ever told you about my very good friend Penelope Garcia? I think you two would get along just fine."
The rest of the night continued in a similar vein. You'd stepped out onto the dance floor with Emily and JJ, letting whatever man wanted to sidle up close, begging one of them to be a distraction from the man whose eyes were boring into you from the other side of the room. It didn't work. Their hands were on your hips, guiding you to the sound of the music but in your head, all you saw was him, doing the same.
It didn't help that he was getting hit on constantly from his perch beside Morgan, and you watched with a bitter feeling at the bottom of your stomach as women tried, unsuccessfully, to get him to pay attention to them. After another frustrating invitation for a tryst with a local man, you excused yourself from the dance floor, finding Morgan in the bar, letting him know that you were calling it a night.
"Where's Reid?" You asked, trying and failing to sound casual as you glanced around the now crowded bar for signs of him.
"He left like ten minutes ago. Said he was tired and went back to the motel."
"Was heâŠ" You didn't want to finish the question, not knowing which answer you'd prefer, but Morgan filled in the gaps himself with a wide grin.
"Alone? Yes, kid. Here, it's the address of the motel we're staying at and his room number." You hesitated before grabbing the paper and grabbing your stuff, practically running from the bar and hopping in the nearest taxi.
âXâ
That's how you found yourself stomping down the corridor of the motel, pounding on his door at 1 a.m., unashamed in your brazen actions. He opened the door, slightly shocked to see you there, and you pushed your way inside and turned on him as you shut the door.
"What the fuck was all of that?" You demanded as soon as he turned back to you. His shirt was open now, jacket and tie discarded on the floor somewhere deeper into the room, but you forced yourself to look up into his eyes, away from the pale plains of his skin.
"What was what, Y/N?"
"You, staring at me like that the whole night and then just leaving."
"Did you want me to stay?"
"I want you to stop answering my questions with questions, Reid. This is bullshit, you can't act like a dick to me all week and then look at me like I'm a piece of meat you want to rip apart, for fucks sake."
"You made it very clear earlier tonight that you wanted no part of this, Y/N. Are you saying I should've done something else?"
"That's another fucking question, Spencer! If you don't start actually talking to me, I swear to god, I'll-" You ran a hand through your hair, and when you looked up again, he was closer than ever. You backed up into the wall, but he followed you, pressing a leg between your own. Slowly and with that condescending grin plastered across his face, he drawled out his next words.
"You'll what?"
Your lips crashed against his with the fury of your frustrations, a mess of teeth and tongue and biting anger as you surged forward into him.
With a rough push of your hips, he slammed you back into the wall, taking charge of the situation, coaxing his tongue into your mouth, battling you for control, and winning. Grabbing you by the neck he slowly pulled his lips away from yours, leaving you gasping for breath.
"Don't be such a brat, Y/N. When I ask you questions, it's because I want answers." You moaned as you tried to regain his lips, but he chuckled and kept you pinned.
"Tell me, baby, what should I have done earlier instead? Got down on my knees to beg your forgiveness, or thrown you over that desk and used you like a cheap little whore? I think I know which one you prefer."
You moaned at his words, but kept your mouth twisted in a grimace, choosing not to answer. He got tired of waiting, and, with a swiftness you didn't know he possessed, twisted you around so your hands were planted against the wall, your chest pushing against it too as he pulled your hips up and out, effectively baring your pantie-clad pussy to him as your dress pushed up and over your ass all by itself.
"So fucking slutty. You let all those men in that club touch you while you stared at me the entire time." He ran his hands across your ass massaging you underneath your underwear before pulling his hands away again and grabbing your hips. He pushed his clothed cock against you from behind and you moaned at how hard and big he felt already.
"Was this what you wanted, brat?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"I think you'd much prefer it if I fucked you, don't you think?" He turned you around again, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around him, the new angle pressing your core further into his cock.
"Open your mouth, now." Against your better judgment, your body reacted to him quickly, your tongue dropping out of your mouth as he ground his cock into your core, effectively dry-humping you. With a swift motion, he spat in your mouth, your eyes going wide as you instinctively shut your mouth and swallowed.
"Good girl," he stroked your hair, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. His lips locked with yours as you tasted his spit on your lips, letting him take control and move you in any way he pleased.
"But you've been a brat," he said pulling away. "And brats need to be punished."
With that he forced you over his knee, pulling your panties down as he positioned your hips higher, your ass raised. He fisted one hand into your hair and began softly stroking your ass with the other.
"You're going to count for me, baby. If you lose count, we'll start again. With each number, I'll tell you what you did wrong, okay?"
"Fuck, yes, yes sir." With another soft touch, he pulled his hand up and bought it back again down sharply, letting it cup your ass as you hissed from the sting.
"O-One."
"That was for being a brat in the office. Being so confident you missed some vital evidence that was staring you right in the face."
He did it again, and you squirmed under his touch.
"Two."
"That was for teasing me in front of Hotch. Making me get hard right there in the office before you went to interrogate that creep."
"That made you hard?" You gasped out as he cracked out another slap to your ass. "Three."
"That was for talking. You need to stop fucking talking." He stroked your ass again, delivering a fourth, fifth, and sixth blow in quick succession as you felt yourself leak your arousal all over his lap.
"That was for dressing like a little whore tonight. That was for flirting with Morgan. That was for letting another man touch you. What do you have to say for yourself now, brat?" Your breaths stuttered out of you as you tried to compose yourself, confident that he'd finished your punishment now.
"G-GoâŠ. FuckFuck yourself." He growled and threw you back on the bed, ripping your dress off over your head and letting his lips return to yours as he trailed his hand to between your legs, finally pushing two fingers inside of you as you moaned and writhed beneath him.
" I hate you," you moaned in his ear as his lips trailed down to your breasts.
"You have a funny way of showing it." Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, so close you could practically taste it. He sensed it as well, though, and pulled his fingers out of you before you could reach that bliss.
"You thought it would be that easy, brat?" he whispered in your ear with a low chuckle before flipping you over to your front and thrusting his fingers back into you from behind, causing another moan to rip from your throat, uncontrollably loud in the otherwise silence of the motel at night.
Unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, you felt the weight of it on your ass as he rubbed his precum against your now bright red asscheeks.
"You're going to look so pretty with my cum decorating your ass baby. It's going to make your ass feel better, too."
"You're disgusting," you spit at him, but your hips push harder into his dick, trying desperately to capture him inside of you and force him to use you.
"No more talking, bitch. Take my fingers." He pushed a hand into your mouth and you started twirling your tongue around them, using your distraction to finally violently thrust his dick all the way inside you. You screamed at the sudden filling, cumming around his cock in an instant, trying to milk him for all he was worth. But he clamped a hand down over your mouth so that all that fell from your face was escaped tears and muffled pleas for more.
"Gonna use you like this baby, gonna make you admit you love me."
His thrusts gained a steady pace as your brain emptied beneath him, desperate for more of the pleasure his body was supplying you with. He released your mouth then, content that all your energy seemed to be spent on pushing your ass back into his, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of your activity.
"Do you like that, brat? You like me making you feel like this, huh?" He slapped your ass again as he thrust, and you moaned back with a nod.
"Yes, Spencer, don't stop⊠Don't stop." You moaned again, another orgasm rolling over your body, causing you to clench unconsciously around his cock.
"So good baby, you're responding so well to my cock." He trailed a hand underneath you to your clit and started rubbing it in time to his thrusts.
"One more for me. One more and I'll pull out, okay? Just one more."
"I can't, Spencer I can't do it.." You whined underneath him, face fully buried in the motel pillows. You were surprised he even heard you through the tears as the material.
"Yes you can, baby, look you're so close already, just do one more."
"I hate you," you moaned again, feeling your third and final orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body started twitching and didn't stop. You felt a small twitch from him too, as he finished thrusting inside of you, letting a little bit of his cum escape into you before pulling out and decorating your ass with his ejaculation.
He fell by the side of you and gasped desperately for a few minutes, before grabbing a hot wet towel from the bathroom and cleaning your ass off.
"SpencerâŠ" you croak out eventually, regaining some clarity, but still not moving much from your spot in his bed.
"Spencer, I don't hate you."
"I know. I don't hate you either. Which is probably for the best."
"What? Why?"
"Hotch just requested your transfer to the Quantico Office so you could start training with the BAU. You did a good job this week, Y/N." Your eyes started watering again and you gently pushed away tears as he laughed at you, asking why you were crying.
"I'm not happy," you joked.
"I just realized that means I have to work with you more." You both laughed at that. You didn't hate each other exactly, but that didn't mean you could work together well either.
And you didn't want to if this was the outcome of your bickering and hatred.
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Toji Fushiguro
[Chapter 10] Shopping
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After finding out youâre having a girl, you go a little overboard buying clothes for her. You know that Toji isnât particularly excited about the idea, but you are. Youâve always wanted a baby girl, and you canât believe that youâre finally getting one. The situation isnât all that ideal, but youâre happy.
Toji gives you money to pay your bills, and you work to buy everything you need for your baby. And obviously a bit moreâ Too many clothes and toys even if your baby wonât use half of them. Youâre convinced that she wonât lack anything growing up, and that eases every worry in your mind. Well⊠Not all.
Will you be a good mom? You hope so, even though youâre not sure if youâre doing the right thing. You know youâll mostly be alone, and the thought begins to consume your mind at night. You know youâll try your best, but youâre not sure if thatâll be enough. Maybe with Tojiâs help youâll do better but you canât really count on him. Although heâs really trying.
Heâs really trying his best, you notice it when he sends you a message almost in the middle of the night, asking if you wanted to go out shopping for baby clothes. He hasnât seen that you have your closet full out outfits for your babygirl, but you arenât going to reject his offer because of that. Heâs inviting you out because heâs willing to pay, and youâre not going to say no either.
You agree on a time for him to pick you up, and you go to sleep, not thinking twice about your day with Toji. Itâs not like you have to think much about it, Toji is doing everything in his power to get in your good graces, and he thinks shopping will do the trick. He isnât entirely wrong.
âYouâre glowing.â Toji tells you with a smile when he picks you up. Itâs not a baseless compliment, you do look absolutely stunning. Your pregnancy is doing you well so far.
âThank you.â You mutter, a bit taken back by his compliment but you wonât make a big deal out of it. You know his game, and showing that youâre excited about his compliment might paint a different picture. You walk out of the apartment and begin to head to his car, his hand going to the small of your back as he walks next to you.
âI think the mall opened up a new shop for babiesââ He begins, and you cut him off.
âThey did! They have the cutest clothes.â You say, and you end up biting your tongue. That gives it away, âOr so I heard.â
âRight.â He chuckles. Heâs not oblivious, he sometimes happens to drive by and he sees you with bags filled with clothes. Yeah⊠He happens to drive by. âItâs okay, you donât have to hide from me that youâre excited about baby girl.â
âIâm not hiding it.â You claim, although you are. You donât want him to know that youâre spending too much on baby clothes that sheâll outgrow within weeks. Plus, you donât want him to wonder where youâre getting all that extra money when you told him you would quit your second job. You get to his car and get inside. Youâre immediately hit with awkward silence mainly because youâre not in the mood to talk to him. Heâs asking questions, and getting met with dry answers.
âHave you thought of baby names?â He asks, and your brows raise. You have pretty much everything planned out except the most important detail, the name. What would be the perfect name for your baby girl?Â
âI havenât.â You confess, a bit disappointed in yourself. Toji chuckles when he glances at you and sees the look on your face. He didnât expect that to be your reaction, with how excited you are about everything. But then again he understands that youâre stressed.
âYou still have some time, donât worry about it.â Toji reassures you but that really doesnât make you feel better. Because if you donât stress about it, nobody else will. âI mean, picking a name isnât all that difficult anyway.â
âYeah, youâre saying that because you didnât even name Megumi.â But you regret even saying those words when you remember that Toji was the one that named his son. You feel a sudden sadness slowly start to consume you, but you manage to push it away. Megumi was planned, your daughter wasnât. Plus, you wouldnât want him of all people to name your daughter. Before he can correct you, you slightly change the topic, âI want to get her name stitched on some things.â
âThat sounds like a great idea.â Toji answers, and you hum in response. For the rest of the car ride, you look out the window. Toji really has no idea what else he can bring up, so he lets the rest of the car ride be silent.Â
You get to the mall, and Toji follows behind since you clearly know the way. Toji doesnât have to do much, just provide his card when itâs time to pay. Toji does think that the job will come around with a lot of forced fawning at every piece of baby clothes, he knows he did it a lot with Megumi. However, when you donât bother much, he feels bad.
âIsnât this cute?â He picks out a random pink onesie, it doesnât have any design. Itâs a plain pink onesie. He just picked the most random clothes, hoping that youâll begin to show him clothes. After all, you arenât here alone.
âYeah, itâs cute.â You tell him, not paying all that much attention to what he holds though. Heâs not even sure you looked at it properly. Toji purses his lips together, this time actually looking for something that will really wow you, something thatâll make you want to show him the clothes that youâre picking up.Â
You have so many clothes in your basket, heâs sure youâve already seen the entire store. But heâs still going to try to find something. His eyes search the store for clothes, and he swears that everything that he finds cute, you already have in hand.Â
âWhat aboutâŠâ He begins, his eyes searching the place for something that you donât have in hand. Until his eyes land on the duck towelâ Itâs so cute that even if you donât want it, heâs buying it. He grabs it, and shows it off to you, âThis? Isnât this cute? Iâm surprised you havenât picked it yet.â
âIt is!â You actually admit enthusiastically but you have an issue, âI already have that one at home⊠A friend gave it to me.â
âRight, a friend.â Toji chuckles, putting it back. What else can he grab? He canât lie, heâs getting frustrated. He simply just wants you to show off the little clothes that youâre picking up, which ironically enough, he was hoping he would do nothing.Â
Men are complicated beings.Â
âYou know we are here together.â He points out, and you furrow your brows as you face him. What is he trying to say?
âOkay⊠What exactly do you want me to do?â You ask him, a bit annoyed. You knew that he wanted something more from this when he started to show you clothes. You wonder what exactly though⊠Is it just your attention? That thought almost brings a smirk to your lips, but you manage to suppress it.
âI donât know, just show me stuff.â He responds, and you nod your head in response. And you end up showing him outfits that are too cute to even exist, and Toji fawns over them, but his reactions arenât forced at all. The man is slowly growing accustomed to the idea of a baby girl, and heâs just realizing just how cute all the clothes are. Everything you hold is much cuter than anything he bought for baby Megumi.
Toji canât help but ask himself if heâs getting soft. He ends up concluding that no, the excitement of becoming a dad again is slowly creeping in.
Heâs much more tired than heâd like to admit after youâre finished. Who would even think that shopping can be so drainingâ And he wonât even mention the fact that his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the total of everything. It took a little strength to take out his wallet and pay for everything.
âCan we get some food?â You ask him as you walk out of the store. Toji canât tell you no, so he hums in response. He is also kind of hungry. He asks what you want, and he gets in line to get it for you as you take a seat in the food court.Â
Your eyes watch Toji as your mind analyzes his recent behavior. You feel like heâs genuinely excited about this, not just doing this as a means to get back together. Your Toji would not spend that much money on baby clothes, yet here you are. You just hope that youâre right, you donât think you can handle being more disappointed at him.Â
Toji as the father of a cute baby girl, now that puts a smile on your lips. You might not be together, but you still have feelings for the man and you canât help but find him cute.
You try to look away when Toji comes back with a tray of food. He caught you staring, but he doesnât bring it up, instead you both quietly begin to eat. Anyone that lays eyes on the two of you would think that youâre still together.Â
âHowâs Megumi doing?â You ask him, and Toji takes a sip of his drink to help swallow all the food in his mouth.
âHeâs good. Busy with school and baseball and whatnot.â He answers, and you almost laugh. Toji wonât tell you anything else because he simply doesnât know whatâs going on, truth be told, when you were together you were the one that handled all of Megumiâs problems. Even though you werenât supposed to act like a parent, you were forced to do stuff that Toji shouldâve handled.
âThatâs good to know. Are his grades okay? I remember I had to help him a lot withââ You begin but you stop yourself when you feel a smile come to your lips. Thatâs not your issue anymore. If Megumi fails or passes any of his classes, itâs Tojiâs problem. You really got into a role that Toji told you from the very beginning not to take. But Megumi just needed someone, and you were there, it was hard not to step up for him. âI just hope his classes are okay.â
âYeah, they are.â Toji responds. His eyes fall on the chair that holds the plastic bags that are filled with so much stuff that the baby probably wonât even get to wear. âDo you think we overdid it?â
âIâll change her multiple times a day.â You answer, and Toji chuckles. Maybe he should remind you that sheâs a baby and not a doll. âOr we can just give clothes away.â
âYouâre right.â He says, although he wants to say that the two of you should return some clothes if not everything will be worn. But itâs fine. Itâs for his daughter, not some random kid.Â
Toji has a question, and he doesnât know when the right time to ask it is. He knows your immediate answer but itâs something that he has to spring up on you and then give you time before you change your answer. But for some reason, he feels so nervous when he thinks about asking the question.Â
âHow about you move back in?â Toji blurts out, and you freeze. He canât be serious. You furrow your brows as you look at him. âI mean, it makes me feel uneasy knowing that youâre all alone. What if you need help with something?â
âThen Iâll call you. I donât need to move in for that.â You argue, and Toji bites his tongue. He had a whole speech planned but itâs all forgotten. He just clears his throat before asking,
âCanât you just think about it?âÂ
âI thought about it for a second when you asked. And my answer is no.â You reply. You know that heâll ask again because you sadly know Toji too well.
âPlease just actually think about it.â He sighs. âItâs not just for your wellbeing but for the babyâs.â
âToji, donât.â You tell him.
âIâm just sayingâ Plus think about all the extra closet space youâll have for her.â He says, and you shake your head disappointedly. A chuckle leaves your lips though, and Toji smiles. âI got you there, didnât I?â
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WHEN MC COMES HOME INJURED
There are a lot of issues that you can come across as a human in Devildom and sometimes, the brothers arenât really prepared for the worst case scenarios. One day they find you at home injured from other demons, how will they respond to this?
TW: Implied Bullying, Violence, Torture, Injury
sometimes I wonder if MC is a bit desensitized to violence (but not to a level where theyâre no longer bothered by it). Think about it, the brothers have war-level fights all the time in the house. Plus MC lives in a realm full of devils.
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Lucifer Â
His patience has never been so tested, all he can think about right now is going straight home. He heard that there was a commotion that happened in one of your classes, so everyone was excused to leave early.
He never heard any of the details, and he wouldâve asked the teachers or anyone in your class but it was better to hear from you instead. The wellbeing of the exchange student is his responsibility after all.
Lucifer was about to knock on your door but he heard a sniffle coming from your room which made him start panicking. âMC? Pardon me, but Iâm coming over.âÂ
He found you by the bed, clutching your arm thatâs poorly bandaged. Seeing the tears in your eyes broke his heart as he ran to your side.Â
You told him that things got bad during your potions class. You donât know how it went wrong when you followed the instructions correctly, but the cauldron exploded and gave you a bad burn. The teacher even scolded you in front of the class despite being in pain, making you an example of a foolish student before dismissing everyone.
Lucifer knows youâre not one to make clumsy mistakes like this, yet he keeps quiet to himself about that. His focus for now is to treat your wounds properly. But boy, he could feel his blood boil through his veins. How dare they make a fool out of you?!Â
He promised to find something human-friendly for your skin as he applied a spell to numb the pain before going back to RAD.Â
On his way, he overheard two students snickering to each other. Lucifer recognized them from your class.Â
âWho knew adding fire newt tongues wouldâve made it that explosive?â âYou shouldâve seen the look on their face when the teacher got mad. I knew the teacher hated them but it was hilarious when they looked like they were gonna cry!â
Lucifer had this sinister smile on his face as he walked up to the students. âMeet me in my office. We need to have a little talk.âÂ
It takes him an hour before he can come back to you with a healing salve. Gently applying it to your skin, you were astonished at how it was instantly restored!
Before you can comment about your amazement, Lucifer brings you in for a tight hug. âIâm so sorry⊠Iâll make sure you wonât get hurt like this again. I promise.â He tries to act calm but with how his hands held you so firmly, you can feel that he really was worried.
You could say that Lucifer keeps to his word when you find the demons, even your teacher, hung up by their legs in the potions classroom. They were beaten beyond recognition, you canât even tell if they were still alive because the brothers lured you away from the scene before you could inspect them further.Â
The whole school got the message, to never mess with the Morningstarâs human. The punishments are beyond what they could imagine, itâs not worth the few moments of satisfaction from making you cry.
Those people were dragged away by Barbatos to the castleâs dungeon, never to be seen again. Diavolo had to make arrangements for a replacement, and Lucifer ensured that you have at least one brother for every class to watch over you.Â
He was strict and a bit more overprotective to you than usual, so it took a lot of time for you to reassure him that youâll be fine.
MammonÂ
To lesser demons, itâs a wonder how his denial with his problematic gambling and theft still made him think that heâs amazing and great.Â
The stacks of reports about Mammon in the student council room can break records. He would ask Grimm that he would refuse to pay back, steal things he considers valuable, and his money-making schemes have caused lots of problems for other students.Â
Despite the punishments from Lucifer, some demons think that itâs not enough. They want to hit him where it hurts.Â
Mammon has been waiting for you, spamming your D.D.D. with several messages. You both planned to spend the night watching a movie together once you get home, but youâve been running late and heâs getting impatient.Â
When he hears the main door open, he rushes with the intention of complaining about what took you so long, until he finds you limping your way inside.Â
âHEY MC Iâ huh⊠MC? Whatâs up with you? HEY!â As soon as he realizes that thereâs more injuries on you, he instantly carries you to the bathroom and treats your wounds as best as he can.
He doesnât speak, but he canât hide the trembling of his fingers when he applies gauze pads and disinfectants on your wounds.Â
You tried to explain what happened to him to the best of your abilities. You were cornered by some demons you didnât even know on your way back home and they picked a fight. When you described what they looked like, Mammon instantly knew who they were.
âHow about you rest first in the room while I go handle something yeah? Maybe report this to Luciferâ He lied of course. As if heâs going to waste a single second not hunting down these bastards. He lets one of his brothers tend to your wounds, he has other matters to attend to.
Mammon would send those demons a message, saying that heâs ready to repay them if they meet up. He was ready to give them back 10 times the pain they gave you. Break their legs for making you limp, even.Â
You wake up in your bed to find him asleep next to you, holding your body close. The small tear stains on his cheeks made you pout and⊠well, you donât tell him about the red stains left on his hands.
He walks you back to your classroom only for you to find it trashed. Broken chairs and desks, holes in the black board and the walls, and the demons from yesterday looking so bruised and wounded that they could barely shrink back in fear when they saw you and Mammon together.Â
Lucifer wouldâve punished Mammon for wrecking school property until you explained to him what happened. Given the nature of these circumstances, he didnât tie up his brother from the roof like usual, but made him clean up the classroom he trashed.
Even with his goofiness around you, that incident was a reminder for the school that heâs still the second most powerful brother and the wisest thing is to never touch Greedâs treasure.Â
Levi
Levi noticed that you havenât been yourself lately when you come home. Youâre always too tired to watch his shows and when you do, he finds one thing odd.Â
When the anime he was watching showed a scene about bullying, you would flinch or turn away. You were never like this before and now Levi is suspicious. What has been happening in RAD when heâs not there?
Lucifer called him in to catch up on his classes since heâs been slacking off due to his games. He stayed a bit behind and when he finally finished, all he could think of was finally getting his hands back to his controller but then he stopped when he saw you in one of the empty classrooms.Â
You were being cornered by a large demon, probably the size of Beel, who taunted you. About how youâre nothing but a weakling without the brothers, and calling them here would just prove his point.Â
He was raising his fists to land another blow so you used your arms to protect yourself, but it never came. Instead, you find Levi kneeling down next to you with a sad look on his face.
He was in his full demon form, his tail holding onto the demonâs fist and wonât let go. âMC⊠why didnât you tell me? Or at least any of us?â He seemed hurt because he didnât know youâve been in so much pain, especially when he saw the bruises on your skin as he tugged your sleeves down.Â
He wrapped his jacket around you and wiped away your tears, trying to calm you down. Though itâs hard when Leviâs tail now has a death grip on the wrist of the demon whoâs now screaming in pain and begging to be let go.Â
âShut up!â He hissed, his fangs bared out when he turned to the larger demon.Â
Levi snaps his fingers and the demon disappears. The demon finds himself in the depths of the deep sea, struggling to breathe and swim up. He was spared from the agonizing suffocation by the sharp teeth of Lotan who swallowed him.Â
He shifts back to his regular form and waits until youâre okay to be held. He tries to be gentle with you given the amount of bruises youâve gotten. Since heâs not good at magic, maybe one of the angels can do something about this.
He doesnât leave your side while Simeon tends to your bruises, all while he calls Lucifer to inform him of what happened.
âYouâre my player two, weâre supposed to help each other out you know? Thatâs how the game works. S-so rely on me more MC!âÂ
He didnât want to let you watch some anime that has bullying in the story, out of fear that it might remind you of what happened. The last thing he wants is to accidentally make you upset.Â
Levi started attending school more, waiting for you outside your classroom every dismissal. Youâd spot him gaming on his phone and if youâd ask why wonât he go straight back to the house, heâd just stutter way beyond comprehension.Â
His cute flustered look as he struggles with the slightest physical contact, no one would guess that heâs the reason for the disappearance of the biggest bully in your class. Itâs all game over when you mess with the Grand Admiral after all.
SatanÂ
Despite being just a new exchange student in a realm with little to no knowledge, you still somehow make it through the academic year and even get better marks than half of the demon brothers who lived for centuries.Â
Some demons in class find it infuriating to see a lowly human do better. âMaybe theyâve just cheated.â âPerhaps they use spells to see the answersâ âthe wizard knows some sorcery, maybe this one does tooâ âhow wicked.â
Those were rumors you hear when you enter a classroom before a lecture. You try to not let it bother you because theyâre not true. Itâs from the combined effort of your hard work and the brotherâs teaching you from scratch.Â
Satan has been waiting for you in the house since you told him that your lesson from today was a bit difficult to understand, so you both set up a small study session for when you get home. But itâs been about an hour ever since your last message.Â
No amount of reading has calmed his nerves since youâre not one to be late for no reason. Itâs been raining really hard so he thought that maybe youâre stuck in this weather, but the lack of messages is still concerning.Â
When he heard the door open, he closed his book with the intent of questioning why you were late, but he saw how soaked you were from head to toe.Â
He grabs your arm to help clean you up, but you hissed and yanked it away. He looked at you confusingly before he noticed the puddle of rain water was mixed with something⊠red.Â
Without haste, he sits you down in the living room and rushes to get the first aid kit. Heâs thankful for learning about first aid, but never did he think that he would have to use it on you like this.Â
He focused first on calming you down, placing soft kisses on your head every time youâd whimper. It worried him a lot, but he didnât want to ask you about your tears until heâs sure youâre okay.Â
It took half an hour, and a whole lot of pain relievers until youâre okay. Satan went to grab your things left at the door, only to see a lot of your books and homework torn to bits. Connecting two and two together, he knew what happened.Â
When you slept, there was only one thing racing in his thoughts. To hunt. Heâs heard of the rumors about you, and heâs had enough of staying passive about it.Â
He practically interrogates every student he comes across until he gets his answers. When he finally has a name, he would turn each stone in the realm until he finds them.Â
The moment he does, the demons are facing the most agonizing cat and mouse chase of their lives. Satan would follow suit behind their tails, and each time they ran across him they would shed more blood and tears.Â
He wouldâve killed them on the spot with one snap of a finger, but thatâs too easy. He wanted them to feel the fear, let it consume their soul until they go insane and give up. Only then did he grant them the release from this torture by burning them in green fire that not even the storm can put out, until thereâs only ash.Â
He comes home, covered in blood and ash. He smiles as he places a kiss on your head when he finds you still asleep. After that, Satan offered to help you get some spare books and do something about your ruined homework.Â
He became much more aggressive afterwards, no longer tolerating any ill intent directed towards you. Mutter something under your breath, heâll make sure itâs your last. Thatâs how theyâll pay the price.Â
Asmo
Asmo has so many admirers that are not limited to adoring fans online, but even famous celebrities that had the luck of working with him in magazine gigs and product commercials.
To him it doesnât matter what kind of attention he gets, whether it's healthy or parasocial, heâll bask in all of it as long as heâs the object of their affections.Â
He wouldnât normally care when his brothers would get crowded with his fans who wanted them to deliver their love letters and gifts, despite all of his brotherâs complaints or protests. However, youâre the exception.Â
Asmo doesnât really hide how he feels about you. He would post your pictures with him on Devilgram or brag about you online. It did harbor some jealousy, but there are some that dealt with this worse than others.Â
âItâs unbearable to see him with such a lowly human!â a demoness thought as she found a new post from asmoâs page with you in the background. Her nails could crack through her phone at the sheer rage and she plans to do something about these feelings.
Asmo has been calling you nonstop since you two were supposed to meet up at the house to go to a salon together, after your shift ends of course. However, youâre running late and the salon would close in half an hour.Â
He was by his room when he heard your door open and closed. Asmo had the full intent to be extra whiny about your tardiness when he went to your room and opened the door.Â
He was in the middle of complaining but trailed off when he saw you clenching your cheek and turned away quickly from his gaze. You were trying to make him leave, saying that youâll change first, but heâs not buying it. âLet me see, please?âÂ
He moved your hands away from your face and gasped at the claw marks that ran across your cheeks. It hurts him to see that you try to hide the face he finds so adoring, so pretty. And he wants to find out who dared to ruin it.
He sits you on his lap while he applies any sort of healing skin that can restore it. Heâs not going to allow a single scar caused by some low blood demon to rest on your face. He looks at you with a pout on his lips as he asks â... who was it?âÂ
You canât help it, so you explain that the demoness that was also in the magazine cover with him the other week, stopped by your work and slapped you across the cheek. About how a human should not have her place next to the Avatar of Lust.Â
For a quick second, he was wrath and you felt it. But he gave you a smile and held you close âyou know thatâs not true right darling?â and whispered sweet words to you.
Asmo spent the next few hours asking Levi and Solomon for help. The demoness instantly lost thousands of followers online, each and every scandal anonymously exposed for the whole realm to see. He was hell bent on ruining her life with all the power he has as an influencer and a demon.
You never see the demoness again, you just know that she lost every connection and supporters she had overnight. If you ask Asmo about it, heâll just shrug and smile âItâs just how it works honey. But donât worry about that thing, why donât we go to the spa like we shouldâve done a few days ago? I booked a new appointment for usâÂ
Only Asmo, and maybe Solomon, knows the truth. So if you see a pink toad at the side of the road, pay no attention to it.Â
Beel
Beel has been regarded as the star athlete when it comes to Fangol. Other than his towering height and unbelievable strength, itâs a product of all his hard work and training. Heâs been doing more every time you promised to watch his games.Â
He treats you like your lucky charm, and every time youâre there he would always do so well in his games. The other team doesnât like that, theyâre tired of the constant loss. Maybe if they do something about Beelâs lucky charm, he would be demotivated to play.
Theyâre demons after all, so cheating is not exempted in their nature. Theyâre willing to do what it takes to get Beel down to his knees, even if it means theyâll get their hands dirty.
Thereâs two days before the big game and Beel wanted to get a family-sized snack as usual from the fridge to calm his nerves. Thatâs when he found you rummaging through the freezer.Â
Maybe you were trying to get some hellfire ice cream, so he thought. Until he saw that you pressed an ice pack against your head. âMC? Are you okay?â He walks in to check on you.Â
He gasped when he saw that you looked a bit roughed up. Thereâs a bruise slowly forming on the corner of your lip, and some dried blood from the side of your temple.Â
He knows that this was no accident when he found more bruises by your arm. Since he got a bunch of those during Fangol, he knows how to treat them. Youâre no player though. After putting two and two together? Heâs starting to get an idea what mightâve happened.
You did eventually open up about why you were hurt. You were going home and felt someone throw a Fangol ball to your head. You recognized that they were from the opposing team of the upcoming match and they continued to use you as target practice as you ran all the way back to the house.Â
Beel was holding onto a bowl of cold water with a damp towel to treat you and as soon as you finished your story, the bowl was nothing but shards on his palm.Â
His deathly aura mustâve alerted the whole house, especially Belphie who suddenly woke up from a nap as he came running towards the kitchen only to find his twin already in demon form.Â
Youâve never seen him this angry that was outside food (or Belphie) and you tried to calm Beel down, but he left you in Belphieâs care while he walked out of the house. There was no way he was going to let this pass, not when youâve already gotten hurt.
It doesnât take Beel a long while to find the opposing team, especially when they always wear those ridiculous jersey jackets. Despite their large sizes that almost compare to him, theyâre nothing but flies to Beelzebub himself.Â
âHeard you had a bit of target practice earlier⊠I wanted to go easy on you, so if you drop out of the game and never show yourself again I'll spare you.âÂ
One of them scoffed and tried to throw a punch at his face. Letâs just say⊠never aim so close to his jaw. That player was no longer capable of holding a Fangol ball anymore, and the whole team got the message.Â
You received a notification online that the upcoming Fangol game has been canceled, as the team captain is suddenly incapable of playing anymore.Â
Beel comes home with a smile on his face while he has takeout of your favorite food. Mammon would comment about how itâs a miracle that he didnât eat it on the way home, and all Beel said âItâs okay, I already grabbed a bite somewhere else.â
BelphieÂ
If demons would cower under the sights of Lucifer, the exact opposite can be said about the youngest. Not everyone can find the demon who does nothing but sleep to be intimidating, despite his status and power.Â
Belphie doesnât really care about trivial things about that. As if the demon who was willing to go against the royal prince himself was actually going to get bothered by mere rumors, even though it was all true.
He wouldnât mind being called âa heavy weightâ when it comes to doing work, since heâd rather exert the least amount of effort if thatâs what it takes for him to sleep faster. Sometimes he would forget important meetings because of his 8-hour naps.Â
Today was one of those days where Belphie overslept while you were waiting for him in the library to do work together. He woke up and realized that he was almost an hour late so he was rushing towards the door but surprisingly bumped into you.Â
âMC! Iâm really sorry I didnât mean to make you wait so longâŠâ He was a bit panicked because you looked upset, though you told him that youâre fine and tried to walk back to your room.Â
He grabs your arm and you wince, pulling it away from him. He looks at you confusingly, before he notices a slight cut on your cheek and how your clothes look a bit dirtier than usual. So he gets worried and asks what happened to you.Â
You explained that while waiting in the library, you overheard some demons talking so badly about Belphie and calling him names. You confronted them, trying to defend his name, and the demons gave you a certain lesson for trying to sermon them.Â
Belphie whines and pulls you in for a hug, trying to provide any sort of comfort he can give. âYou didnât have to do that for me MC⊠but thank you. Go get some rest, you deserve it more than I do.âÂ
His touch with you is so gentle when he makes little circles on your back as he hugs you. He lets you rest on his chest, feeling calm and safe in his arms. But Belphie was far from that.Â
He could feel himself close to popping a vein, the only thing stopping him from shifting into his demon form was because he was holding you. When he puts you down on your bed as you sleep, he stares at you for a while before whispering â... Iâll repay you for your kindness, MCâÂ
The demons were laughing as they left the library, talking about the human they just picked on earlier. Too busy in their own merry to notice the pair of eyes thatâs been following them.
Such carelessness would be their demise when they ended up getting thrown down the alley by the very demon theyâve been speaking ill of. Belphie stares down at them with no mercy in his eyes, despite the blood and screams. Unlike his twin, he was not as merciful.Â
âI can tolerate the nasty things about me⊠but if you hurt my MC, then you deserve eternal sleep.âÂ
He comes home and immediately after dealing with the trash and starts walking back to your room. Heâs glad to see that one of the brothers mustâve healed your wounds since your skin has been restored.Â
â... if they really see the best in me, maybe I should put in more effort.â he thought to himself, hugging you close as he drifts off to sleep. You wake up only to find that, surprisingly, Belphie has done all the work for the both of you.
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chapter summary: Satoru tells a bedtime story for Megumi and Tsumiki. Every fairy tale contains a small kernel of truth, doesn't it?
warnings: fluff, family moment, slice of life.
author's note: I wonder if this bedtime story reminds you of something? c;
cute weakling â€ïž: Gonna be late. Can you tell a bedtime story tonight?
9:53 pm
His phone buzzed beside him, and he glanced over at the screen. It was a message from you.
Satoru lay sprawled on his stomach across the plush carpet of Tsumiki's room, the soft peach-pink walls around him bathed in the golden glow of a bedside lamp. The room was a gentle contrast to the world outside, filled with warm hues and comforting details - a scattering of stuffed animals, shelves filled with picture books and games, and the faint scent of lavender from the candle burning on the dresser. Tsumiki had always been drawn to soft, feminine colors, and her room reflected that. Even the curtains, a delicate blush shade, seemed to frame the night outside with a sense of calm and peace.
you: oh, now you're trusting me with the bedtime stories?? risky move
9:54 pm
you: guess that means i get to make it up⊠should it be about an all-powerful sorcerer whoâs also really really good-looking?
9:54 pm
He grinned softly, shaking his head.
Of course, you were always thinking about the kids, even when you were caught up in the chaos of missions.
cute weakling â€ïž: Please donât traumatize them with one of your âI saved the worldâ stories. Keep it simple. And PG means no curses.
9:55 pm
He chuckled.
you: me? curses? iâm a role model, remember?
9:55 pm
cute weakling â€ïž: Sure. A "role model" who once told Megumi that all vegetables were cursed objects
9:56 pm
you: hey, they could be. u never know whatâs hiding in that broccoli
9:56 pm
cute weakling â€ïž : Satoru...
9:57 pm
you: fine, iâll keep it chill. no world-saving tonight. probably
9:57 pm
you: but u owe me one for this. storytime isnât free, you know. i accept payment in snacks or⊠well, i'll think of something ;)
9:57 pm
He felt a small weight shift on his lower back.
Megumi, always so quiet and focused, was lying beside him with his head resting on Satoruâs spine, a children's science book in front of him. He was completely absorbed in the intricate diagrams and simplified explanations of how volcanoes worked, his little brow furrowed in concentration. Every so often, Megumiâs feet would twitch, the way they did when he was deeply engaged in something, but he never once moved from his spot against Satoru.
Tsumiki was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her fingers rapidly clicking away at Satoruâs old gameboy. Her brow furrowed in concentration, but a smile played on her lips, clearly enjoying the challenge of the pixelated world in front of her.
Satoru shifted slightly, adjusting himself under Megumiâs weight before propping his chin up on his hands.
"So..." he started, glancing between the two kids, his voice cutting through the calm "Looks like your momâs running a bit late tonight. Guess itâs up to me to entertain you two."
Megumi barely looked up from his book, muttering something under his breath about having read enough stories on his own to last a lifetime. Typical Megumi - always more interested in facts than fantasy. But Tsumiki, on the other hand, paused her game just long enough to glance over at Satoru with wide, curious eyes.
"A bedtime story?" she asked, her voice soft but hopeful.
Satoru flashed her a grin "Thatâs right. Iâm the backup storyteller tonight."
He could see the excitement flash across her face, even if she tried to hide it behind a casual shrug. Tsumiki always pretended to be more grown-up than she actually was, but Satoru knew better. She still loved the idea of fairy tales, of fantastical worlds where anything was possible. And while Megumi acted indifferent, Satoru could tell he was listening - he always was.
"Well ~" Satoru continued, rolling onto his side to get a better view of the both of them "How about I tell you a story about a powerful sorcerer who was so strong, even the curses were afraid of him?â
Megumi snorted, finally lifting his eyes from the pages of his book "Is this story about you?"
"Who else could it be about? You think thereâs someone stronger than me out there?" Satoru grinned, that familiar playful glint returning to his eyes.
Tsumiki giggled from her spot on the bed, her gameboy forgotten in her lap "Boring~ Can you tell another story?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for something new.
Satoru was thinking for a moment.
"Youâre just going to make something up, arenât you?" aked Megumi, who was not so interested.
"Making things up is half the fun, Megumi! But..." he said, stretching his arms behind his head and settling into the carpet like a lounging cat "If youâre so smart, maybe you should tell the story tonight."
Megumi just rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he went back to his book.
"No, thanks." he muttered.
Tsumiki glanced between the two boys "Okay, okay." she said, her voice soft but filled with anticipation "What story are you going to tell us then?"
Satoru sat there, dramatically crossing his legs like a storyteller about to recount an ancient legend. Megumi sat down on the bed, next to Tsumiki. His expression was unfazed and sceptical of the idea.
Satoru rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief "Alright, kids. Tonight, Iâm going to tell you a tale - one full of love, betrayal, darkness, and light. A real fairy tale." he emphasized the last words dramatically, leaning in as if sharing a grand secret.
Tsumikiâs eyes widened with excitement, while Megumi, ever the skeptic, muttered "Youâre just going to make it up as you go along."
Satoru gasped, putting a hand to his heart "How dare you! This is a story full of truth and wisdom, young knight. Just listen." he paused, the room filled with that perfect hush that happens just before a story begins.
"Once upon a time..." Satoru started, his voice low and mysterious "...in a kingdom not far from here, there was a young girl - letâs call her a Star. She had magical powers beyond anyoneâs imagination. But she didnât live in this kingdom alone, oh no. She had a friend, a wizard, the Moon, who was always by her side. They were inseparable, as close as they were twinkling in the same sky."
Tsumikiâs eyes gleamed with interest, hugging her stuffed bunny tighter "What kind of magic did she have?"
Satoru grinned, loving the attention "Ah, well, she had a very special kind of magic." he said, waving his hand theatrically "She could take other people's powers and use them as her own. A rare and powerful gift, donât you think?"
Tsumiki nodded eagerly, while Megumi, though pretending to be uninterested, was clearly listening closely.
"Star and Moon grew up together, laughing, learning magic, and protecting their kingdom from danger. But they had another friend - another powerful wizard - let's call him a Sun." Satoru continued, gesturing grandly as if revealing a critical plot twist.
Tsumiki giggled, Satoru pressed on, his voice growing more animated.
"The three of them were the best of friends, their magic combining to protect their land. But then, one day, our little Star had to leave. She was sent to train with a master sorcerer in a distant land, to become even stronger. For an entire year, she couldnât speak to anyone - not even her closest friends. It was a harsh and lonely training, full of cold winds and long, silent nights. But she knew it was her duty, and so she left, trusting that her friend and beloved one, would be waiting for her when she returned."
Megumi shifted again, leaning closer to the story despite himself "What happened while she was gone?"
Satoruâs expression shifted, becoming more solemn, more serious "Ah, well... this is where the tale takes a darker turn. While the Star was away, the Moon went on a dangerous mission. But the mission didnât go well. The darkness of the world consumed him, crept into his heart, and he became the dark version of himself. The darkness twisted him, made him do terrible things. He burned down villages, destroyed homes... including the village where the Star and he himself was born."
Tsumikiâs face fell, and even Megumiâs usually stoic expression shifted into a frown.
"Why did he do that?" Tsumiki whispered.
Satoru sighed dramatically, his eyes full of faux sorrow "It wasnât really the Moon anymore, he lost his way. The darkness had taken his judgment. When the Star returned, she found everything gone - her home, her people, her family. And worst of all, her friend and love of her life, Moon, was lost by her, consumed by that very darkness. She was devastated."
Megumi furrowed his brow "So, what did she do?"
Satoru leaned forward, lowering his voice "She didnât want to see anyone. Not even the Sun. She felt like everything was her fault, beacuse she was gone when Moon needed her and she couldn't save him, so she locked herself away, not wanting to face the world."
Tsumikiâs face scrunched up with sympathy "Thatâs so sad."
Satoru nodded gravely, though a playful glint remained in his eyes.
"Indeed it was. But this is where the Sun comes in. You see, he wasnât just going to let her be sad and alone forever. Oh no. He knew that she still mattered, not just to him, but to the world. So he stayed by her side - whether she liked it or not."
Tsumiki grinned "That sounds like you."
Satoru smirked "I told you itâs based on a true story." he winked before continuing, his voice growing softer, more serious "Sun reminded Star that he is just the same. That he is also a star... the brightest in the entire celestial sky. He showed her that he understands her in his own way. He reminded that she was loved, that she was needed, and that even though things were hard, she wasnât alone. Slowly, she began to realize that her life wasnât just about the past or what sheâd lost. She had new people who cared about her. That soon, she will have a new family. And so, they made a promise to each other - a promise never to leave each otherâs side, no matter how dark the world got, no matter how far apart they were."
The room grew quiet as his words sank in. Tsumiki looked at Satoru with wide eyes, while Megumi was quiet, processing the story in his usual thoughtful way.
"So..." Satoru said with a flourish "the Sun and Star, well, they lived in a world filled with challenges, but they faced them together. They became friends, family even, stronger because they chose not to face things alone."
Tsumiki tilted her head, a question brewing in her young mind "What happened to Moon?"
Satoruâs smile faltered for just a moment, a shadow crossing his features. He didnât answer immediately, and when he did, his voice was softer, more careful "Heâs still out there, somewhere. But thatâs a story for another day."
The kids sat in silence for a while, digesting the story.
Eventually, Megumi broke the quiet "Whatâs the moral of the story?" he asked.
Satoru smiled, this time a little less teasing, a little more genuine "The moral is that no matter how difficult the experiences we face, we can always find light in them. The Moon forget that. Even when things are hard. And even when you feel like youâre alone... you never really are. You can find light even in the gloomiest darkness."
Tsumiki nodded, her eyes shining softly "Thatâs a good story, Satoru."
He grinned again "Of course it is. Now, itâs bedtime. And no complaints!"
Megumi rolled his eyes, but a small, almost hidden smile tugged at his lips "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Satoru carefully tucked the blanket around Tsumiki, his fingers brushing gently through her hair, as she blinked sleepily up at him "Sleep tight, little one." he whispered, smiling softly as her eyes fluttered shut.
Next, he turned to Megumi, who stood by the door, arms crossed, his usual cool composure in place.
As they stepped into the hallway, Satoru slung an arm around Megumiâs shoulders and asked with a teasing grin.
"So, want me to tuck you in too? Maybe even tell you a bedtime story like Tsumiki got?"
Megumi shot him a flat look "No, thanks."
"Thought so." Satoru chuckled, but despite Megumiâs resistance, Satoru gave his hair a quick ruffle anyway, much to Megumiâs annoyance "Goodnight, kiddo."
Leaving Megumi to retreat to his room, Satoru wandered into your bedroom, the soft click of the door closing behind him. He flopped onto the bed and grabbed his old gameboy, the one he took from the nightstand in Tsumiki's room, knowing full well that if he didnât keep an eye on it, sheâd likely sneak out of bed and play until morning.
Lying back, he thumbed the controls absentmindedly, the sound of pixelated beeps filling the room as he focused on beating her high score. Minutes turned into an hour, his eyes still glued to the screen, when he heard the door creak open behind him.
You entered, looking exhausted, already dressed in your pyjamas. You didnât say anything, just collapsed onto the bed next to him with a groan.
Satoru glanced over at you with a smirk, still tapping at the buttons on the gameboy "I left your clean clothes in the bathroom" he said, his teasing tone gentler now "Figured youâd need them."
"I know, thank you." you murmured, barely keeping your eyes open.
He set the gameboy down and watched you for a moment, eyes softer than usual as he took in the weariness etched on your face "You want a bedtime story too? Iâm on a roll tonight."
You laughed "Funny."
You were too tired to say much more, and after a long pause, you sighed and rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.
Satoru leaned back next to you, the playful energy draining away as a comfortable silence settled between you both.
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You owe me (pt. 2) â
Mafia!Jungkook x psychologist!reader x mafia!Taehyung (slightly)
Summary: His efforts seem pointless. But when it comes to jealousy, anger and you, he just canât help himself. And neither can you.
Warnings: yandere!Jungkook, dubcon, stalking?, breaking and entering, mention of murder, mention of other types of crimes, angst, weapons (a knife), cursing, male m, descriptive smut, angst
Wc: 7.4k
A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the feedback on this fic. Since so many wanted a part 2 I made a part 2! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or youâre under 18 ÂĄdo not read! Iâm not your mother, and I donât take any accountability for what you decide to read online!
Parts: | 1 | 2 |
Your back felt a sudden relief as you finally laid down in bed. It had been a long day. A very long day. A new patient took up almost all you time. Taehyung Kim. He was being charged with robbery and murder, and his lawyer had hired you to potentially give him a diagnosis that could help him in court.
You had to assign some of your other patients to a few of your coworkers, just to make time for him. But this is what you love doing. You wanted to help. Especially now, after what you learned about your entire career. You wanted to prove yourself. You knew you were good.
You turned off you lights and put your phone on the nightstand. Finally you were in the comfort of your own bed. Ready to fall asleep and dream the night away. Trying not to think about how early you had to wake up tomorrow. You had finally found a comfortable sleeping position after squirming around a bit. You felt all your muscles relax, starting to recognise the slow fade of sleep.
But suddenly a loud noice filled the room. Your body tensed again, jumping at the sudden sound. You rolled your eyes as you turned around, annoyed at yourself that you forgot to turn on âdo not disturbâ. Your phone screen lit up in your face, you squinted at the bright light hitting your eyes. You managed to decipher a message from an unknown number. You didnât open it, writing a mental note to check it out tomorrow. If it was one of your patients they would have to wait until the morning. It was almost unprofessional to answer a text at 1 am.
You entered the doors to your workplace, expecting to see Erin behind the counter smiling at you.
âGood morning, Erin.â
You said like you always do. You halted once you saw her sitting there, not smiling, not saying anything. She just looked at you with a concerning look. Before you could ask her whatâs wrong you looked over at the waiting chairs. You had seen a person in your peripheral view, something that was odd considering the office wasnât even open to patients yet. You quickly understood what was going on once you saw who was sitting there.
âGood morning, Doctor.â
His familiar voice filled the dead quiet room. It had almost been a year since you last saw him. He had not contacted you after the incident in your office. You had almost, almost, forgotten him. But there he was, looking the exact same as you remembered him.
âMr. Jeon.â
You stated. Not really knowing what to say. You were caught off guard by the whole situation. Some naive part of you thought that he had gotten what he wanted and would leave you alone. Forever.
âI thought you had stopped calling me that. Arenât we more intimate at this point?â
You sighed at his question. Looking over at Erin for a second to see if she understood what he meant.
âHe said he wanted to see you. I told him we wer-â
âItâs fine Erin, Mr. Jeon can be quite persuasive.â
You interrupted her as she started to apologise for letting him in. You looked back to him. His classic smirk was plastered on his face.
âI have an hour before my first patient arrives.â
You said and looked quickly at your wristwatch, before starting to walk down the hall towards your office. You heard his footsteps following behind you.
Once inside your office you took off your jacket and hung it up before sitting down behind your desk. He was quick to sit down on the sofa. A sense of deja vu washed over you.
âWhy are you here, Jungkook?â
He looked confused by your question.
âYou didnât see my messages? Or my voicemails?â
It was your turn to look confused, as you couldnât remember getting any texts or calls from him.
âMaybe you were asleep, I donât know.â
He shrugged. You remembered the message from last night. The one you didnât bother to read. You picked your phone up from your bag, turning off âdo not disturbâ. Hundreds of notifications from the same number appeared on your lock screen.
âYou were the one that messaged me last night?â
You asked as you opened your phone.
âSo you did read them?â
He asked in excitement. You shook your head at his question, too focused on your phone. You opened iMessage and hit the top notification. A series of long paragraphs of text appeared.
âI didnât think it was you.â
You mumbled as you scrolled upwards trying to get to the start of what he had sent you.
âListen, Iâll just tell you. It feels weird to watch you read something I poured my heart into.â
You looked up at him, before you put the phone down on your desk. Crossing your arms over your chest.
âBe quick.â
He thought for a second about where to start and what the most important things to tell you were.
âI just wanted to tell you that Iâm ready now.â
The room went quiet as you waited for him to continue. He didnât.
âWhat are you talking about?â
You asked confused.
âThatâs the brief version of it. You told me to be quick.â
You rolled your eyes at him.
âI think I need a little more than that.â
He smiled at you like a child telling a joke for the first time. He leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
âIâve seen another psychologist. Heâs helped me a lot. Iâm doing well, Iâm not some self absorbed dick, Iâm not so angry anymore. And Iâve gotten to know your father as well. Iâve done my end of the promise, now itâs your turn, y/n.â
He got serious at the last sentence. Shifting his eyes from the innocent doe, to the man you remembered from your last meeting.
âYou went to my father?â
You asked in shock, not caring for whatever he said after that.
âYeah. Might as well get to know my future father-in-law a little better while I fulfilled my promise.â
You let your head fall down to your hands, and let out a long sigh. Visibly showing him that you were upset.
âIâm happy youâre doing better, I really am. But I did not promise you anything. Definitely not to marry you.â
His eyes changed again. You could tell he was upset.
âDonât you think you owe me that?â
He asked slyly, cocking his head slightly to the side. You shook your head.
âYou canât hold that over my head forever. Itâs not fair!â
You answered strictly.
âIâm not holding it over your head, baby. Iâm asking you.â
âWell, then my answer is no. I donât owe you shit. Now get out of my office.â
You answered quickly. Wanting him to leave so you didnât get too upset, and started making bad decisions again.
âWe donât have to get married right away, or not at all if you just want to be my girlfriend.â
He offered. You suddenly stood up from your chair, pointing angrily towards the door.
âOut.â
You said.
âI donât care if I owe you. I donât care if youâve gotten better. Youâre still a mobster, youâre still a murderer and youâre still a sociopath. I could never date you. I could never even be friends with you. Donât you understand?â
You ranted when he didnât leave the sofa. He shook his head and kept his eyes on the floor.
âItâs him isnât it?â
He asked, still not looking up at you. He was frightening like that. You felt the same fear, you felt the first time he talked to you like that. He was showing his true colours.
âWho?â
You asked carefully as you sat back down again. He looked up at you with anger and jealousy in his eyes.
âYour new patient. The jailbird, you spend a lot of time with him.â
You rolled your eyes.
âYes, and? Heâs nothing but my patient.â
âAre you sure? Iâve seen him on the news, heâs quite attractive. Just your type.â
You scoffed and gave him an offended look.
âYes Iâm sure. Who are you to accuse me of having an affair with a patient?â
âBecause you had one with me.â
You sighed.
âWe did not have an affair.â
You stated, not daring to look him in the eyes.
âThen what do you call it?â
The room got quiet. To be honest you never thought about what you would call it. You didnât want to think about it at all. It went against everything you stood for.
âPlease, just leave.â
You said, you felt your eyes getting watery for some reason. Maybe it was because you were scared, or surprised. Or maybe even sad to see him again.
âI can tell youâre upset. We still need to work things out. Can we talk sometime? Not here, somewhere not so formal.â
You looked up at him again. His eyes were soft, he seemed to really care that you were affected negatively by this. For some reason you found it endearing.
âYou can come to my place, we can talk and-â
âThereâs no way Iâm voluntarily going to your place.â
You interrupted him. He looked down in defeat for a few seconds.
âPlease, y/n. I just want to show you that Iâm better. I want to show you all Iâve done for you. I donât want to argue with you.â
He said softly. His eyes were also teary now. You hated yourself for getting affected by his feelings. You hated that you thought this was a tender moment.
âDo you promise that weâll only be talking?â
You asked. Not knowing why you were agreeing to this in the first place. Maybe you were naive, but it seemed that he actually had changed. Even if he still was delusional and obsessive.
âOf course, I would never do anything to harm you. I love you.â
He said, slightly excited. The room got quiet once again. You had silently agreed to meet him at his place.
âIâll send you the address. Iâll see you on Thursday.â
He said, before getting up and walking out the door.
âWait-â
You tried to say, but he was already gone. You wouldnât be able to make it on Thursday.
You sat down at the table, waiting for the guards to bring in Mr. Kim. This week had been stressful. Not only because of your case with Mr. Kim, but also because of all your other patients. It was hard having time for them while handling such a big case as his. You had to work overtime the entire week, and you were exhausted.
âGood afternoon, y/n.â
He said as two guards brought him in. He had learned your first name quickly, and refused to use your title or last name.
âHello, Mr. Kim. How are you?â
He smiled, and waited to answer until the guards had chained his legs to the table and left the room. You never felt unsafe being alone with him, even if he was a convicted murderer. His hands were always handcuffed, the same with his legs, so he couldnât reach you. You knew the guards watched you from outside the big tinted glass. It allowed you to lower your guard, and treat him like you treat your other patients.
âIâm doing amazing now that youâre here.â
He said and smirked. Like Jungkook said, he was attractive. His hair was always combed back, and the all grey clothing actually suited him. He had some kind of lightning tattoo that went up his neck, due to his clothing you didnât know if he had any more of them.
âHow are you, sweetheart?â
He asked back. Still keeping intense eye contact with you.
âWe did talk about not calling me anything but my name, do you remember that?â
You asked him strictly. He chuckled.
âItâs hard not to call you something you are, donât you like compliments?â
You started taking off your coat. It was cold when you entered, but with two people in the little room it was too warm to keep your wool coat on.
âWeâre not here to talk about me. Iâve given you permission to use my first name, thatâs all.â
You said as you draped the coat over your chair. You looked back at him, he wasnât looking you in your eyes anymore. This time his eyes were focused on your exposed cleavage. You hadnât worn low cut tops with him yet, only oversized jumpers due to the weather. You suddenly became very aware of yourself and pulled your top up, trying to hide more of your cleavage. His eyes went back to your face, and you decided that you would wear something less revealing next time.
âWhatever you say, y/n.â
He put extra pressure on your name this time. You gave him a small smile, before you looked down at your notes.
âWhy donât we start were we ended things? Do you remember what I told you I wanted us to talk about?â
He sighed, but nodded.
âMy teenage years?â
He asked. You nodded back at him.
âI was a good teenager, I didnât do drugs, I came home before my curfew, did well in school.â
He memorised.
âBut I did like girls. I really did. It was my weakness.â
He said, quickly flickering his eyes down to your cleavage again.
âWhy do you say it was your weakness?â
You asked, writing it down in your notes. He started smirking again.
âSince I was such a good teenager, I stayed home a lot. After I did my homework or studied for tests I didnât have anything to do. Until I found porn.â
He let out a groan, almost like he was in pleasure just by the thought.
âI would spend all day just jerking off to random girls online. Whenever I saw a pretty girl outside I would go straight home and jerk off to her too.â
You felt yourself getting a bit uncomfortable at his bluntness, but didnât say anything to let him continue. You focused on your notes instead.
âIt would take up my entire day, I felt crazy at times. And now that I donât have anything to do, I find myself doing the same in my cell.â
You nodded, still looking down at your notes. Not wanting to look at him while he talked about something so intimate.
âBut the only one I can think about is you.â
He said almost as if he was out of breath. You finally looked at him. And saw that one of his hands had slid under the waistband of his trousers.
âCome over here and sit on me, baby.â
He moaned. You didnât know what to do or say, you froze. The door opened and two guards came in.
âNo- please! Y/n! Please fuck me! I need you. I fucking need you so bad!â
He yelled as he was practically carried out of the room. You sat there speechless, in the now empty room.
âI think itâs best for him to have a male psychologist, I can no longer treat him.â
You called Mr. Kimâs lawyer the minute you sat down in your car. You told him what had happened.
âIâm sorry this happened to you.â
He said back.
âIâll send all my notes to the man youâll appoint.â
âThank you for your help, Dr. Y/l/n.â
You said a small goodbye, before you hung up. While you were driving home you started to think about what happened today. You felt useless and it felt unfair. Why did you have to end up in all kinds of mess. First it was Jungkook, and now Mr. Kim.
Jungkook. You had completely forgot that you were supposed to meet him today. You sighed. Meeting him was the last thing you wanted to do. Maybe it was better to just say you forgot if he contacts you again. Since your session ended earlier than expected, you would actually have time to eat a proper meal and go to bed at a reasonable time. And with Mr. Kimâs case being transferred to someone else, you could finally use all your time on your normal patients. Even if the day had been horrible, you still had a massive weight lifted off your shoulders.
You walked up to your door, struggling with your keys to find the right one. Once you found it you put it in the keyhole and twisted, hearing the familiar click. You reached for the door handle and attempted to open it. But it didnât budge. Did you not lock your door this morning? You twisted the key the other way again, and thought that it must be the exhaustion taking a toll on you.
When you finally were inside your own house you took off your coat and hung it up with your bag. You took off your shoes and looked at yourself in the big mirror you have in your hallway. You looked down at the white low cut top. It wasnât even that low, but a part of your cleavage did show. In what felt like a fit of rage you took it off yourself. Hurriedly lifting it over your head and throwing it on the floor. You never wanted to wear that top again. You stormed over to the kitchen. You needed something to drink, you were so thirsty. So thirsty that you failed to notice the man sitting in your sofa. You swung the fridge door open, grabbing a carton of orange juice and downing what was left of it.
âRough day?â
A voice emitted. You jumped and your heart started raising. You looked over at the sofa where the voice came from. Jungkook? Jungkook. You quickly ducked down behind the counter, remembering that you were only in your bra.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my house?!â
You yelled at him. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you were so confused. What was going on?
âY/n, calm down! Please.â
You heard him get up from the sofa, taking hasty steps towards you. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you suddenly jumped up again and grabbed a knife. Pointing it towards him. He quickly halted, putting his hands slightly up in front of him.
âCome on, itâs just me.â
He said, leaning his head to the side.
âExactly!â
You said, slowly moving away from him.
âWhy are you here? How did you get in?â
You yelled at him, firmly holding the knife between the two of you.
âBaby, please calm down.â
âHow can I calm down?! You broke into my house!â
He sighed, and went quiet for a moment.
âPut the knife down, you know I wonât do anything to you. Please, letâs just talk. Thatâs why Iâm here.â
He said in a calm voice. You shook your head, you felt like you were going to have a panic attack. This was all too much for you. You threw the knife onto the kitchen counter and covered your eyes. You started crying. You were so overwhelmed. From the situation earlier today, to Jungkook suddenly appearing in your life again, to just the pure exhaustion. You needed to cry. You couldnât hold it back anymore. You couldnât put up the facade you usually do. And suddenly you felt two arms wrapping around you. He hugged you. And for a moment you leaned into it. You felt safe in his arms. It comforted you. It reminded you of when your father hugged you after your first boyfriend broke up with you. It was like knowing that someone cared for you when you felt as if the whole world was against you. Until you remembered who was hugging you. Because it definitely wasnât your father. And the reality of you standing in just your bra with someone that broke into your house hit.
âGet off of me!â
You suddenly screamed, and started pushing his strong chest. Tears still streaming down your face.
âI hate you! I fucking hate you, Jungkook! My life has been a nightmare since the minute I met you!â
You screamed at him with all your lung capacity. Your throat got immediately sore.
âYouâre fucking crazy! And Iâm tired of playing your fucking games!â
He took several steps away from you, but you walked after him. Pointing your finger in his face.
âI donât know whatâs wrong with you?! How can you be so fucking awful?! Youâre an awful person!â
He continued to stay silent through your fit of rage. Letting you ride it out.
âI hate you.â
You said, calming down but still crying.
âI hate you so much.â
You said taking a deep breath. You wiped your tears. He didnât say anything. He just stood there. Speechless. You adverted your eyes to the floor.
âPlease leave. Can you please leave me alone? Please, just-â
You started, continuing to wipe your tears. You had resulted to begging him to leave your life.
âI canât do this anymore, Jungkook. I canât.â
He grabbed your chin softly, raising your head up to meat his eyes. He was also crying. He silently kissed you. And you let him, too exhausted to do anything else. He pecked your lips, before walking away. He left you there, all alone in your kitchen. As you heard the door close behind him you fell down to the floor. Continuing to weep.
After a month of silence from your former patient you felt content. It had been a month, and there was no sign of him. Your life had gone back to normal again. It was definitely a good thing to tell him exactly what you meant. This time you had been harsh on him, to make him understand you were definitely not interested.
After three months you started thinking that maybe you had been too harsh on him. Maybe you shouldâve eased him out of your life. Not gone all crazy on him. But he didnât contact you, and you were definitely not going to contact him. So telling him that you were sorry was out of the question.
On the fourth month you thought that maybe it wouldnât be so bad to contact him. Just to tell him you were sorry for being mean of course. He was really attached to you in his own weird way. Getting rejected by someone you had planned out your entire life with must be hard. What if he had gone back to his old ways? What if your rejection caused him to live in agony? To fall into depression?
On the fifth month you found yourself standing in the lobby of his hotel. If you were going to apologise, you were going to do it in person. Thatâs way more genuine rather than over a text. You definitely didnât want to see him again, but anything for a real heartfelt apology!
âIâd like to see Mr. Jeon, is he here?â
You asked before the receptionist could say anything. He smiled at you.
âIs Mr. Jeon expecting you?â
He asked in a costumer support voice. You shook your head.
âNo he isnât.â
You answered short.
âIâm sorry, but I canât give you access to his suite if heâs not expecting you.â
You rolled your eyes. You knew you had to lie.
âHeâs not expecting me, but Iâm his psychologist, ok? I need to talk with him, itâs important.â
You said in your serious voice. Shoving your business card in his face like you were a cop.
âIâm sorry-â
âYou will be sorry if you donât help me out here.â
You hit your palms onto the counter before you. The man slightly jumped at your action.
âLook, Iâm not asking for the fucking key to his nightstand, I just want to know his room number for gods sake!â
You were starting to get annoyed at the poor man just trying to do his job. He looked quite frightened at your outburst. He thought for a second, before he nodded.
â717.â
He simply said. You thanked him and hurried over to the elevator. Once you reached his door you stopped yourself. Was this really the right thing to do? Maybe you should just leave, he wasnât your concern anymore. Why werenât you happy he was out of your life? Why? Why? Why?! The door suddenly opened, and you were sucked out of your thoughts. A man stood there, a familiar man, but not Jungkook.
âHello, sweetheart.â
He said with a smirk on his face. He quickly pulled you into a hug. Letting his hands drop dangerously low on your waist. He took a deep inhale of your hair, letting out a small groan. It gave you instantly chills in all the wrong places. You tried pulling away from the incredibly awkward hug, but his grip on you was tight. He decided when the hug ended, but stayed close to you. Resting his hands on your hips.
âLet go of me! What are you doing here?â
You asked him and tried to get som distance from him, pushing at his chest. But his strong grip on your hips didnât loosen.
âWhat are you doing here is the real question. A pretty woman like you shouldnât be in a hotel like this.â
âGet off of me!â
He smirked and leaned in closer to you again. Whispering in your ear.
âWhy donât you come with me to my room? I still canât get you off my mind, sweetheart.â
Someone cleared their throat loudly next to you. Taehyung reacted immediately. Jungkook. You looked at him, but he didnât look at you. His eyes were focused on Taehyungs hands, planted on your hips.
âShe said âget offâ.â
He almost growled. Taehyung smiled, but removed his hands. Putting them defensively up in the air.
âSorry, boss. Just had to catch up with my psychologist. Sheâs the girl I told you about.â
Taehyung started. You were in shock. They knew each other?
âI know.â
He answered and looked at you for the first time. There was a sort of a melancholy feeling in his eyes.
âYou know it all, man. Iâll just-â
âLeave.â
Jungkook finished his sentence for him.
âYeah, leave. Iâll leave. Nice seeing you again, y/n. We have to meet up sometime.â
âThat wonât be necessary.â
You answered quickly, not taking your eyes off Jungkook.
âI wonât take no for an answer, baby.â
Taehyung said and stepped closer to you again.
âYes you will, now leave.â
Jungkook said strictly.
âOkaaay, Iâll leave. Whatever.â
He said and walked away. You followed Taehyung with your eyes, watching as he disappeared into one of the rooms down the hall. When you looked back at Jungkook, you discovered he had been staring at you the entire time. You felt anger building up inside you.
âDonât tell me this is what I think it is.â
You said, you almost sounded hurt.
âItâs not like that.â
He answered. You rolled your eyes at him. He didnât exactly sound convincing. You had no intention of apologising to him anymore.
âLet me guess, you didnât hire Mr. Kim to ruin my case so I could run back right into your arms? It was just a convenience that you were waiting for me when I came home, right?â
You asked in a sarcastic tone. He went quiet. You scoffed and turned to walk away. He grabbed your arm harshly so you couldnât leave.
âI didnât, I promise. Let me explain, please.
You sighed.
âLet me go.â
He shook his head.
âY/n, just come-â
âLet me go.â
You interrupted him. After a few seconds he listened to you, and let go of your arm. You stood still, contemplating if you should leave for good this time. Instead, you slipped passed him into his room. His suite was huge, it was more like an apartment really. Modern with expensive furniture and paintings scattered around the room. He had a lot of money, you knew that, but you didnât know it was to this extent.
âYou better explain-â
You were suddenly caught off guard by his strong arms turning you around and embracing you in a tight hug.
âYou came back to me! I knew you would! Oh, Iâm so happy to see you again, baby!â
He said in a boyish tone. It was a sharp contrast to his interaction with Taehyung. You werenât able to immediately react, getting lost in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you once again.
âStop it, Jungkook. Iâm still angry with you.â
You said and wiggled out of his hug. He looked at you with hurt in his eyes as he saw you brushing off imaginary dust from your skirt.
âI understand. Sit, Iâll get you something to drink.â
He said and walked out of the room. You did as you were told, sitting down on his white cashmere sofa. He came back with two cups of tea, placing them carefully on the glass table before sitting down beside you. You didnât say anything, you waited for him to say the first word.
âJust uh- please just listen to me ok?â
He asked and looked at you. You nodded.
âI didnât exactly plan this. Taehyung was stupid enough to get caught and ended up in prison. I told my lawyer to get you on his case. I knew a case like that would be amazing for your career.â
You shook your head disappointedly.
âIâve told you I donât want your help. Why-â
âListen, y/n. Please just let me explain.â
You sighed and crossed your arms, but you stayed silent.
âAnyways, after a while he confessed to me that he was in love with you.â
You watched his entire body go stiff at his statement. He clenched his fists in jealousy.
âYou know Iâm willing to go lengths for you to succeed, baby. But- I had to stop him. I refuse to let him have you like that. Especially when we werenât even talking to each other. So that night I sent you all those messages.â
He unclenched his hands and put his hand carefully on your knee.
âI knew he would do whatever I told him to, so I said if he got you out of the case Iâd get him out of prison.â
âSo you asked him to jerk off in front of me?â
Jungkooks face changed drastically. He did not seem pleased about the new piece of information you just gave him.
âHe did that?â
He asked, his tone had changed from apologetic to dangerous. You nodded. His grip around your knee tightened. You put your hand over his, to show him that he was hurting you.
âIâm going to fucking kill him.â
He said looking you straight in the eye. Another set of chills ran down your back. You knew he meant it. It was not a loose threat.
âThis isnât about him, Jungkook. You pushed him do it. And then you broke into my house, expecting to be treated like some kind of hero.â
You pushed his hand off your knee. He started staring into the air. A million thoughts running through his head.
âI donât understand how you canât see that your behaviour is insane?â
You stated. He was still being quiet.
âYou need to stop.â
You said a little calmer, trying to comfort him.
âI did.â
He said and looked at you.
âI did stop, because thatâs what I thought you wanted. But now you were the one that came to me.â
He caught you off guard. It was your turn to be quiet this time.
âIâll always do whatâs best for you, because I love you, y/n. I donât care how insane I sound or look to you. But why are you here if you think that of me?â
You looked away from him, knowing you had no rebuttal.
âYou called me an awful person, you told me you hated me. And I can take it. But I canât take another rejection from you! I just canât!â
He raised his voice now. He was getting emotional.
âIâm sorry.â
You said so lightly it was almost a whisper. He stopped ranting and the room got quiet.
âThatâs why I came here. To tell you that Iâm sorry.â
You looked back to him again. His eyes were big and filled with so much love. You had never seen him like that before.
âIâm sorry I said I hated you, and that youâre crazy and an awful person. None of it true.â
He nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. You became quiet again.
âIs that it?â
He asked carefully. You nodded, shifting awkwardly in the sofa.
âYeah, I should probably leave.â
You said, taking his hint. Preparing to walk out and never seeing him again.
âNo.â
He said, and shifted towards the end of the seat.
âNo, not like that.â
He said in a hurry, and took ahold of you hands. You looked confused at him.
âI didnât mean for you to leave. Donât leave.â
He sounded almost desperate, clinging onto your hands. You nodded and gave him a short smile.
âWhat I meant to say is, is that the only reason you came here?â
You thought for a second. Was saying sorry the only reason you came? Thatâs at least what you told yourself. But at the same time you felt like you owed him more. You didnât know what you felt. You had been an emotional wreck for months now.
âYes.â
You answered. Trying to keep cool and not overthink the entire situation. You didnât want to see him, you had to. Because youâre a good person. Thatâs all. Thatâs it. But it didnât feel like it. It definitely didnât feel like it. It felt like you longed to see him.
âYouâre lying.â
You were ripped out of your thoughts by his statement. You shook your head defensively.
âNo Iâm not.â
âYes you are.â
You opened your mouth to argue back, but he spoke first.
âIf it was a clear âyesâ you wouldnât have to think about it. I know you better than you think, y/n.â
He repositioned himself so he could look right at you.
âCome on, ask me anything about yourself and Iâll tell you.â
You looked briefly at your wristwatch.
âI donât know, maybe I should leave.â
âJust give me a chance, y/n.â
He said.
âIf I donât get it right Iâll let you leave.â
You rolled your eyes playfully at him, but still turning more towards him, accepting his offer.
âWhatâs my mothers name?â
You asked. He gave you a knowing look.
âCome on, thatâs easy. Give me something that isnât on Google.â
You let out a small laugh.
âYou didnât say her name though.â
âChristina, now give me something good. Something deep.â
You smiled, but had to think for a second.
âWhen did I loose my virginity?â
His smile turned to a smirk.
âYou were 16 at Maeâs birthday party. You were drinking, and her boyfriend August hit on you. He took you to her bed and fucked you right there. No wonder Mae isnât your friend anymore. Youâre a bitch.â
You couldnât help but laugh at him. Deep down it was scary that he knew something so intimate in great detail, but for some reason you were having fun with his little game.
âOk ok. But now itâs your turn, when did you loose your virginity?â
He let out a nervous laugh at your question.
âThis quiz isnât about me.â
He stated and pulled his hand through his hair. You tilted your head slightly downwards and looked at him through your lashes and with a pout.
âI think itâs only fair that I know your story, since you know mine so well.â
He smiled at you, but looked away for a few seconds. Contemplating if he should tell you or not. When you saw him shy away, you suddenly felt as if you were digging into something he wasnât comfortable sharing.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to.â
You said, and placed your hand on top of his. Your fun voice was toned down to your regular speech again.
âNo, Iâll share it. No worries.â
He said and looked back to you. You nodded and turned completely towards him. Crossing your legs and resting your arm on the backrest of the sofa, ready to hear his story.
âMy first time was around one and a half year ago, in your office, with the girl of my dreams.â
He said dead serious. You snickered at him, thinking he was joking. But he didnât laugh.
âYou canât be serious.â
You stated, he nodded proudly.
âWhy wouldnât I be, like I said youâre my dream girl. Why would I waste my time on others when the only one I want is you?â
He asked rhetorically. You crossed your eyebrows in confusion.
âYouâve never had sex? Ever?â
You asked in shock. His image did not fit the virgin title whatsoever.
âOnce. With you.â
You smiled, but shook your head in disbelief.
âYou canât be serious. You probably have girls throw themselves at you.â
His hand found your knee again. This time it was placed a little further up.
âThe only one I want is you. I waited for you because I knew you would be worth it. Because I love you.â
He said in a low tone, slightly stroking the inside of your thigh. The two of you were close, so close that you were aware of the proximity. The tension in the air got thicker and thicker from the power of his last words. His face started moving slowly towards you, and you gave in. Meeting his lips. The kiss started slow, but he was quick to rush it. Grabbing your neck to deepen the kiss. You were suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of what you were doing, and pulled away.
âWe canât do this.â
You simply said. Focusing on your hands on your lap. His hand went to push a strand of your hair out of your face.
âWhy?â
He didnât sound angry or impatient. He sounded like he cared. It was so much different from the first time the two of you shared a moment like that. He had really changed, and that was the problem.
âIâm not your patient anymore, y/n. I donât want anything from you.â
You looked up at him again, and he caressed your face in a loving matter.
âExcept for you of course.â
His face got closer again, but this time you didnât kiss him. You abruptly got up from the sofa, and opted for looking down at him instead. You took a deep breath.
âYouâre not doing anything wrong by having sex with me. Again, Iâm not your patient.â
He said a little bit louder, trying to calm you down.
âI canât have sex with you because Iâll fall in love with you.â
You couldnât believe those words came out of your mouth. You had been in denial this entire time, but you knew yourself. This would not end well. You couldnât bare to fall in love with someone that would ruin your image and reputation. You just couldnât. He looked at you like you were some kind of god. Like all his wishes were finally answered.
âWhy is that a bad thing?â
He asked, you shook your head.
âI canât let that happen, Jungkook. Itâs going to ruin my career.â
You sat back down, leaning your elbows on your thighs and your head in your hands.
âI have done nothing but help your career. Why canât you just trust me?â
He put his hand on your back, stroking you lightly. You looked at him again.
âPlease, trust me y/n.â
Fuck it, you thought, before you caught him off guard with your forceful kiss. He was quick to get the memo, kissing you back with the same hastiness and lust. You found your way onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Once you were straddling him, you felt his already hard cock grinding against you. He was desperate for you. A muffled groan escaped his lips when your hand went down to remove his belt.
âWait.â
He said as he pulled away from you. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were wet and plump.
âLet me taste you.â
It sounded more like a question than a statement. His whole aura was so different from the needy rough man you remembered from the last time.
âPlease.â
You got off his lap, taking your top off slowly. Watching him as his face turned in awe of the sight of your tits. His eyes were only on you as you shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool on the floor. You laid down on the sofa, spreading your legs for him. He quickly removed his shirt, before getting on his stomach. His hand ran slowly down your abdomen, before he reached your slit. He split your lips with the same hand, before he dove right into you. You could tell he was inexperienced, but the rapid use of tongue on your clit sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You let out extra pound moans whenever he would hit a good spot, and luckily he was a quick learner.
Once he had the hang of it, his hand moved down to your vagina, pushing two fingers in. Your back arched at the speed of the overstimulation. Feeling your orgasm approach quicker than usual. You grabbed his hair, pushing him deeper into you, preparing for your release.
âDonât stop, Jungkook! Iâm close.â
He moaned by your words, the vibrations making you tip over the edge. Your legs closed in on him, locking him in place. As you rode out your high. Once you had calmed down, you let go of his hair. And his face popped up from between your legs. He climbed on top of you, kissing you passionately. You tasted yourself on his lips.
âGod, youâre so fucking hot.â
He said in between kisses and moans.
âI almost came just from eating you out.â
He started fiddling with his belt, but you stopped him. Placing a hand on his chest carefully.
âLet me.â
You simply said, before he moved off you. He sat down again, and you crawled onto the floor. Seating yourself between his legs. You looked up at him as your hands slowly traveled up his thighs. He was even more flushed now, his hair sticking to his forehead. You could tell he was impatient. Flicking his eyes between your hands and your eyes.
âPlease, y/n.â
He uttered with a heavy breath. You smirked up at him, finally reaching his belt. You took your time with it as well. Once it was open, he was quick to pull down his pants and underwear. Letting his cock spring free. You got on top of him again, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. He jerked up the second he felt your pussy on him. His thick cock stretched your walls out, and a moan escaped both your lips.
âJust relax, Iâll take care of you this time.â
You said in a low voice, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands went straight to your ass, giving your cheeks a tight squeeze. You kissed him gently before you started riding him. His head fell back in pleasure once you started your movements. Bouncing up and down his cock. His hands dug deeper into your skin. He filled you to the brim, and every bounce felt amazing.
âFuck! Iâm not- gonna last long.â
He moaned and looked back at you. You then leaned your hands backwards onto his thighs. Your head fell slightly back as you moaned at the new angle.
âY/n, slow down!â
He moaned as his hands moved to your thighs. Trying halfheartedly to stop you. But you didnât stop. And suddenly you felt him coming inside you. His hips lifted you up, as he released himself. And when you felt like he was finished you stopped. You rapped your hands around his shoulders as you fell onto his chest. The room got quiet, the only sound being your heavy breathing.
You werenât able to think about the consequences of your actions at that point. You only felt satisfaction and lust. And maybe even loveâŠ
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comma after dearest (genshin impact)
wherein (character) reacts a certain way to a grammar mistake you made in your letter (or was it?)
includes: kazuha, ayato, thoma, xiao, zhongli, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche
tags: a bit unserious writing, fluff, i am obssessed with "it changed the meaning, did you intend this?" forgive me, not proofread
a/n: not sure if anyone's done this before, but take it as my apology for not having written in a while (â„ïčâ„) my fever + colds are killing me & i have a lot of scheduled things to do for school aaaa. maybe i can write this with other fandoms as well ? (and character x character ships hehe) .. enjoy !
kazuha notices it immediately. aside from all the work with the fleet, he spends time readingâor rereadingâyour letters. written messages aren't uncommon when he's at sea, but this letter was different. had you made a mistake with your punctuation? no, it can't be, you've always opened your letters with "my dearest kazuha".
he blinked at the words, now seeing a comma between the word 'dearest' and his name. as much as he was confused, he was flustered. if this wasn't a mistake, and that you intentionally called him your dearest, then it's a shame you can't see how absolutely smitten he is for you right now.
ayato is busy going through papers and folders when he sees an envelope slide under his door. he chuckles as he reads his name in your writing, carefully picking it up and opening it. you have a habit of writing him letters and sliding it under his door while he works, which ayato finds very endearing.
when he reads "my dearest, ayato", his smile only widens more, finding new motivation to finish his assignments for the day so he can get to you as soon as possible. he knows how much effort you put into writing these short, yet loving, letters when he places this one on his (already full of other letters) pinboard.
thoma takes a while to realize, but when he finally notices it, his heart rate increases by a concerning amount. he loves you so much to the point that when he reads "my dearest, thoma", there's hearts in his eyes. thoma's so much happier after reading your letter, and now he's doing everything smiling.
ayaka told him he looks brighter than usual today, and ayato even asked him if he received good news. of course, he was shy about this, but he told the kamisato siblings it was nothing to worry about. though, he continues to do his work with a little bounce in step.
xiao denies it. he thinks he's read it wrong at first, but when he looks over at it again, it is confirmed that you did write him as your dearest. forgetting about the rest of the contents of the letter, xiao began to contemplate. an error like that was unlikely, especially since you're fond of writing.
the next time you meet, he has a hard time trying to bring up the topic. he knows you meant what you wrote, but he wants you to confirm it. when you tell him, "yes, i mean it." he tries to hold back a smile. keyword: tries.
zhongli adores the salutation. or rather, he adores you. he appreciates the sweet, small detail you added in. zhongli hurriedly, yet carefully, writes you a letter back, addressing you as "my dearest, (y/n)" and replying to the contents you had in yours.
he never really indulged in using endearments, but ever since your letter, he's only even been calling you his 'dearest'. when greeting you, when asking for your attention, when talking about you, whenever. zhongli's never said it outloud, but you know he absolutely loves that nickname now.
alhaitham is amused. he thinks you genuinely made a mistake in your letter, but doesn't address it until he returns to sumeru. when you see him again, he brings it up, expecting to be able to playfully taunt you about it. but he was so wrong.
"but you're my dearest. how is that wrong grammar?" you say, turning the situation around and teasing him instead. alhaitham wanted to tease you so much that he didn't bother to think of other possibilities. he's defeated, and all he can say is, "...i have no reply."
kaveh doesn't know how to react to it. should he be flustered, or correcting you for the mistake? was it even a mistake? he does write you a letter back, but best believe he immediately asks you about it as soon as he comes back home. "did you intend this?" he says, showing you your letter.
when you nod your head, all the shyness and blush that should've came in before came in now. kaveh uses the folded letter to cover his smile, but it's too wide and too bright to even try to. when you tease him about it, he strongly denies having his heart race from it.
scaramouche chooses to ignore it. he knows you wrote that punctuation on purpose, but he doesn't want show that he's thinking about it. this ultimately failed when he doesn't write you back, and you knew something was up with him. once he returns and he acts indifferent, you bring it up.
his eyes widen as he looks away, realizing he forgot to reply to that letter. scaramouche hesitates before quietly apologizing, mumbling something about 'my dearest' and 'running out of paper'.
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#genshin x reader#kazuha x reader#ayato x reader#thoma x reader#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader#alhaitham x reader#kaveh x reader#scaramouche x reader
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What happens when Cursed Kitty starts bugging Gojo and Gets to let her leave outside? Do they punish her or do they just give in?
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Thank you so much for this request, I'm sorry itâs taken so long for me to get to it but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :â) I tried my best with writing this <33
The Lesson For Never Leaving
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Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru
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summary - Frustrated and brushed aside, all Kitty wanted to do was go outside.
warnings - Yandere-ness from both of our boys, Spanking, Kitty gets held down, Crying, Kind of harsh, Kitty doesn't really understand what's going on :(, Kinda bratty but she's frustrated and doesn't know how to convey that well, punishment
genre - Oneshot
word count - 1.4k
~spelling and grammar checked~
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The very first time Kitty asks, the both of them would try and distract her instead. Never really answering her question and trying to occupy her with other things in the hopes that sheâll forget about it.Â
The next few times when she asks, she bugs them with whiney tugs on their shirts with mumbles of âOutside?â, all wide eyed and pouty lips. They just end up sighing and telling her something along the lines of, âNo, you canât go outside baby. Do you know how dangerous it is out there?âÂ
And that works for a little while, but the next time she asks and they tell her no, she gets even more pouty, her brows furrowing before she tries asking again. So in return they get just a little bit firmer with their ânoâsâ and she droops away while sulking.
So when the next time she asks, doing it with a very firm âOutside!â followed along by a stamp with her little foot, they donât just tell her ânoâ anymore. Her harshly furrowed brows and downturned lips gently ease themselves from the angered look and instead start to merge into one of vague terror. Suguru and Satoru have taken it upon themselves to start telling her the âtales of horrorâ theyâve encountered and witnessed from being outside for too long.Â
Making sure to add what would happen to a âpretty little innocent kittyâ like herself, getting snatched up and stolen away forever.
All of those stories are enough to scare her away for a good few weeks after the two of them got detailed enough to get her lips wobbling and eyes all blurry with tears while her ears drooped and her tail curled in on itself. They told her it was a bad idea, what theyâve been saying all along and how they wished they didnât need to tell her this much to get her to listen. Doing it all with exaggerated voices so sheâd feel guilty enough that she didnât listen to them in the first place. Opening up their arms to her while she dived into them, mumbling small âsorryâs and âI stayâs.
So the next time she asks, they decide that itâs time they should lay it on a little heavier if they really want to get the message through to her about never leaving. It also didnât help that her attitude for asking has gotten more demanding than anything else.
Sheâs stubborn when they tell her ânoâ this time. Stamping her foot repeatedly while nearly shouting âOutside!!â. They try doing their little manipulating tactic again, trying the story about the big bad dangers of going outside but sheâs hearing none of it. Cutting off their gentle, if not a little strained, voices with a stern âNo!â and just repeating what she had previously been saying.
So the two men share a look. Silent conversation being exchanged between just the two of them while Kitty looks on in confusion and frustration. One of them raises his eyebrow and the other shakes his head, looking a little dejected all the while.Â
Of course seeing this from the side-lines and not following along with their little private chat at all, Kitty is taking this as another no.Â
Her body is shaking and her tail is puffing up in distress because theyâre not listening to her and now theyâre ignoring her!Â
Her eyes welled up with frustrated tears and a few dribbled down her cheeks, her fists clenched at her sides as she all but yelled, âHate you!â. The two opposite her froze in shock while she continued her spiel. âHate! Want outside! I hate!âÂ
Theyâre stunned into silence, frozen in disbelief and almost outraged because how dare she. All they are doing is trying to keep her safe, they take care of her, feed her, bathe her, love her. And she hates them?Â
Their eyes become almost lax, losing the little spark of light that one would normally see. Overcast and dark is how theyâre portrayed. Knuckles white and strained from where theyâre clutching at different parts of the kitchen counter, where theyâd all been during this entire exchange.Â
Kitty begins losing her flare little by little until it's practically erased like it had never existed in the first place. Except it had, because the two in front of her are the direct result of her harsh words. And theyâre scaring her. Brooding and menacing and sheâs shaking where she stands. Tail drooping and curling around her lower leg, ears flattened and eyes big and rounded. Tears no longer falling but instead are caught up in her lashes.
Itâs only when one murmurs something along the lines of a punishment, the other agreeing, does she try to turn tail and run. But Satoru had already caught her before she even really began running. He half drags, half carries her down the hall and to their main bedroom. Setting her down face first into the fluffed up sheets, sitting down next to her while keeping her arms restrained snug behind her back.Â
Her tail had curled around her waist during the travel and her ears remained flat against her head, small whimpers and the occasional ruffle of fabric as she shifted around were all to be heard in the room. Satoru remains silent by her side, Suguruâs socked feet thudding delicately along the floor as one of her ears twitches slightly in reaction.Â
A small whimper is all that's heard when Suguru comes to a stop behind her, flipping up the long baggy shirt Satoru had put on her this morning, revealing her pastel pink lace panties. One of the things they had decided when dressing her for the first time was forgoing any bottoms, they would just be an inconvenience anyway.
Itâs when both of them start to speak, one after the other, words of how âThis is your punishment.â, âYouâre going to learn how to speak nicely.â, âYouâve been a bad kitty.â that makes her bottom lip tremble. Tears welling up in her pretty glazed eyes.
Itâs the first hard smack against her pink panty clad cheek that causes her to wail. Big salty tears finally spilled over her waterline and down her cheeks. She starts to squirm when they donât stop. Harsher and harsher they get. She knows itâs Suguru doing it because Satoru is the one thatâs holding her down.
In all honesty sheâs struggling to make out what is truly happening. The pain is spreading over each cheek the more Suguru spanks her as she wails and cries.Â
A few harsh spanks later and the worst one comes next, a loud cracking smack right over a tender spot on her ass cheek and she shrieks. Openly sobbing and blubbering. Sheâs wounded and confused, scared and wanting comfort.
This is where Satoru speaks up, curled around her upper half to stop her from escaping her torment.Â
Heâs saying something along the lines of âonly trying to help her understand, âwe just donât want to see you get hurtâ, âhow many curse users and sorcerers would slaughter her without a second thoughtâ.Â
All of this combined just makes her sob even harder. Each stuttering inhale and choked out wail, drowning in the mess her face is in of snot and drool and tears. Every smack hurts and every word is less and less comforting. She doesnât like this. She hates this.
Sobbing and trembling, ears flattened atop her head in her distress while her tail is curled so tight around her waist the muscles strain.Â
Suguru delivers the last few slaps against her bruised and blushing red ass before he stops. The only thing heard in the room is the heavy breathing behind Kitty, her crying and Gojo's words of âcomfortâ.Â
Eventually after a few minutes to gather their composure they roll Kitty over. Yes, it does hurt them a little to see her cower away from both of them, trying to curl into herself and hide while she sobs from everything inflicted on her these past minutes.Â
Itâs Suguru that picks her up gently, Satoru leaving to start a hot bath in the other room while Suguru stays on the bed with Kitty. Nestling her into his chest, too exhausted to resist, she buries herself into the side of his neck. Making sure to keep her rear end from touching anything, he stays with her. Kneading her curled in ears gently and making small shushing noises.
Rocking her gently side to side as one hand trails delicate patterns up and down her back. He waits for Gojo to finish the bath, so they can both give Kitty the comfort she deserves. All while reminding her this is what happens when she fights back. And how a lot worse would befall her should she ever dare leave.Â
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âMovie Nightâ
Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, youâd flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brotherâs best friend. You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your lifeâs film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mateâs little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy?Â
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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really⊠if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!
Chapter 7 - Girl of The Season | âMovie Night'
word count - 11.3k
You went out to dinner with Jack, Noah, Trent, and a few more of their friends. At first you didnât want to go but Trent texted you that he better see you tonight. It made you giddy when he followed up...
It was sweet, playful, and everything youâd wanted. The night had started with excitement, a thrill of anticipation as youâd read more of Trentâs message telling you heâd have a hard time keeping his hands off you. It all had you feeling like a schoolgirl. Youâd gone out thinking itâd be funâa way to let loose and enjoy the easy chemistry that had been brewing between you and Trent, even with everyone else around. You imagined the night like any other was lately, filled with laughter and stolen glances that no one else would notice. The evening buzzed with energy, drinks flowing and stories spinning across the table. The group banter was easy, familiar. But as you sat at the table, laughing along to their stories, everything changed in an instant. One boy looked at Trent and asked a question thatâs intent was harmless but catastrophic to you.Â
âBro, so who's the girl of the season right now?â The question was referring to something you didnât know about. It hung in the air, a casual laugh among them, but it made you freeze. You tried to keep your face neutral, not wanting to react to something you didnât quite understand. Trent shifted in his seat, letting out a small laugh as he shrugged it off, but the other boys egged him on, teasing him as if they were letting you in on some kind of inside joke. Trent couldnât do anything but let it play out. He felt helpless and stupid at the mercy of his own history. You knew Trent got with plenty of other girls before you but you had no idea it was so routine. That heâd apparently find a girl ahead of each football season began so heâd have someone locked in for when he was away and because heâd be too busy to go out and find someone- it was convenience not love.Â
âYeah, just share her now, mate. Or is she not locked in yetâ Noah laughed. They kept laughing and adding to it, casually throwing around details as if this ritual was common knowledge, as if finding a girl for convenience was routine. It felt hollow, the notion that Trent had a pattern, that every season he had someone by his side just as a placeholder for when he was busy.
âGirl of the season huh?â You quipped with a raised brow. You felt sick but presented just teasing. You tried to keep your tone light, even though your pulse was racing. You looked to Trent for clarity, a reassurance he didnât immediately give. The boys kept talking. Even Jack joining asking if it was maybe going to be the girl he rejected i.e you. i.e the girl Trent had told them about after your incident at the club. Your heart sank, you wanted to cry but you bit back tears and spoke up once more. Inside you felt horrible. Were you merely his âgirl or the season?â âSo⊠is there a contract?â you asked, sarcasm laced in your voice. âWhenâs the deadline day?â You quipped. But the weight of the situation bore down on you, leaving you feeling like you were nothing more than an option, something temporary. You were trying to join the banter just to survive, even though you were crumbling inside.
âY/N itâs not that serious, the transfer window is always openâ one boy laughed. All the boys laughed, not sensing the discomfort behind your smile. They couldnât possibly know this information hurt you. They didnât know everything that had happened behind closed doors.
âYeah, itâs rolling. I was just curious because Trenty usually has his girl locked in by this point. Seasonâs started. You know a lucky lady to keep him⊠entertained,â Noah laughed, the others nodding in agreement. âSheâs lucky⊠and convenient. Heâs a busy man, after all.â He joked further. You felt the blood drain from your face, but you forced a smile.Â
âIs it now? Wow⊠sounds really really good for you â you sarcastically quipped.Â
âNah, lads relax⊠itâs not.â Trent tried to stop this. He could feel your tension even though it wasnât showing on your composed face. Trent cut in, sensing the shift, his voice softening as he tried to redirect the conversation. His eyes flicked over you with a trace of panic and concern but most of all guilt. But the boys continued, chuckling about his past conquests, reeling off names as if recounting game stats.Â
âYeah remember the year you won the Champions league you were cooking with girls. Lol. Michele, Keely, TaylorâŠâ Noah added. It was a boys dinner and suddenly you realized that and they didnât. Noah forgot about the obvious crush you had on Trent. Noah meant no harm but this was making you sick. The illusion of intimacy shattered in your mind, leaving raw insecurity and a sudden urge to escape. Trent sensed it, reaching for your hand under the table, a dangerous move but it was the only thing he could do, his touch gentle, but you pulled back, suddenly feeling exposed. Trying to keep your composure, you excused yourself and walked quickly to the bathroom. Your hands shook as you closed the door, the glossy, tiled walls offering little comfort. The hurt hit you all at once, and you sank onto the floor, your breath hitching as you tried to hold back tears, feeling crushed under the weight of it all. The thought that youâd been so easily slotted into a role in his lifeâtemporary, interchangeable, convenientâcut deeper than youâd imagined. Had you let yourself believe you were different to him? That you mattered more? In the solitude of the bathroom, the truth crashed over you in waves. It wasnât just that he had been with other girls beforeâof course he had. But this casual talk, the way they all laughed as if his relationships were nothing more than placeholders, as if this âgirl of the seasonâ title was just part of the cycle⊠it made you feel disposable. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hot tears blurring your vision. You felt naive, stupid even, for letting yourself fall for someone whoâd apparently seen you as convenient. For thinking you were different. It felt foolish to imagine you could hold a place in his life that was anything more than temporary. In the cold, sterile quiet of the bathroom, you replayed every tender moment youâd shared with Trent, every laugh, every late-night conversation, every quiet touch that had felt so real. And now, it felt like it had all been a facade. How could you have been so naive?
After a few deep breaths, you pulled yourself together, standing up and dabbing at your eyes. You couldnât hide out forever, no matter how much you wanted to. You checked your reflection, steeling yourself, and returned to the table, forcing a breezy smile as you slid back into your seat, a mask of indifference firmly in place. But as you settled in, Trentâs gaze caught yours, worry etched across his face. Heâd seen the hurt lingering in your eyes, even as you tried to hide it. The question of whether he caredâwhether heâd ever care as deeply as you didâhung between you, unspoken but heavy. And in that moment, you realized you didnât want to be anyoneâs âgirl of the season.â Not even his. Trent looked at you, his gaze intense, worry etched into his features. He didnât know what to do, he couldnât do anything and you loathed him for it. You averted your eyes, focusing instead on your drink, anything to avoid his gaze. Your heart was screaming that you werenât. Youâd wanted so badly for him to see you as more, for what you had together to mean something real. And now, you werenât sure if it ever could.Â
The night had unraveled faster than you could process, and the hurt simmered, sharp and bitter, as the dinner ended. You didnât look at Trent once more the rest of the night, you completely ignored him. Trentâs presence had been an ache next to you that you ignored, refusing to look his way, refusing to acknowledge him as if somehow that might make the pain hurt less. You were barely holding it together when you all stood up to leave. The others filed out, laughing and talking, but you pulled Jack aside and asked if he could drive you to Laylaâs instead. Jack chuckled, a teasing grin on his face.Â
âWhy did Trent even buy you that car if Iâm always the one driving you around?â he teased, completely unaware of the turmoil swirling inside you. You forced a smile, ready to brush it off, but Trent stepped in, his voice firm.
âIâm heading that way, Y/N. Let me drop you at Layâs,â he said. You snapped back a quick âNo,â trying to keep your tone dismissive, trying to make it sound like you just didnât want to be a bother. But Jack insisted, scoffed teasingly, rolling his eyes.
âGo with him, Y/N. I donât want to drive across town,â he said, half-joking, his car keys dangling in his hand as he made a show of locking his car door to prevent you from climbing in. Frustration bubbled up, and you were close to tears, caught between trying to hold it together and wanting to break down.Â
âJack, please. Just drive me home then,â you whispered, your voice barely hiding the tremble. But after a bit more back and forth, with Jack being relentless and Trent silently waiting, the rest of the boysâ cars pulled out, Jackâs included, leaving you and Trent alone in the dark, quiet car park. The silence in the parking lot was thick, broken only by the distant sound of traffic and the soft hum of streetlights above. You stood there, feeling exposed, raw from the dinner that had stripped away your illusions. You wanted to hide, to be anywhere but here, but Trentâs gaze held you still. His eyes, so familiar and usually so gentle, were clouded with an intensity that made your chest ache.
âCome here,â he said quietly but sternly, his hand reaching out for you, his voice steady but soft. Trent was still, his face serious, any of the laughter from dinner completely gone.
âNo,â you said sharply, pulling back. Your voice cracked, and you bit down hard on your lip to keep the tears at bay. âJust⊠donât, Trent. Just leave me alone. Iâm not going with you. Iâll call an uber.â You snipped. You wanted to shout, scream at him for everything youâd heard tonight and for the pain it had left you with, but you were too tired, too heartbroken to manage anything louder than a whisper. âPlease leave me alone.â You whispered once more as the tears on your lash line finally tipped over. You felt the tears streaming down now, the anger and hurt tumbling out as you cried, unable to contain it any longer. But he wasnât giving up.Â
âY/N, look at me,â he said firmly, stepping closer, his voice firmer this time. âDo you know what year I won the Champions League?â His question made you flinch; the reminder of the stories his friends had told, of the girls theyâd listed, was like salt in a wound. He was asking you to recall the very thing that hurt. He asked like the question mattered, like it would fix anything. You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your voice steady.
 âI donât care, Trent,â you whimpered, wiping a hand across your tear-streaked face.You glared at him, your eyes blazing with hurt. And then a different emotion appeared in full force. âI donât care, T. I donât care about any of it,â you snapped, wiping angrily at the tears falling faster. But he wasnât deterred. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on yours, determined to make you hear him.
âThe year I won the Champions League,â he began slowly, voice low but steady, âwas the year you had that serious boyfriend.â His words hung between you like a confession, and for a second, you forgot to breathe. For context, he wasn't referring to Josh. You remembered that year â the love youâd thought you had found with another boy, the trust that had shattered when youâd learned of his cheating. But why was Trent bringing it up now? âI couldnât stand it, Y/N,â he said, his voice softening, breaking just slightly. âI couldnât stay home watching you be his. I needed⊠anything, anyone, to stop thinking about you with him. It hurt.â He explained but it wasnât enough.
âOh, am I supposed to feel bad for you, Trent? You needed a distraction while I was dating someone? He was cheating on me, okay?â The anger that had simmered in you suddenly flared up, burning bright. âSo poor you. Iâm so sorry that you had to fill your fucking bed with so many girls. And mind you so many that you couldnât even be asked to be there for me during one of the worst years of my life. Trent, he was cheating on me! And now⊠now Iâm here again, wondering if Iâm just another âdistractionâ for you.â You choked, the tears coming faster now, the memories making the hurt sting even more. âHe had other women, and youâre doing the same thing. Iâm never enough, Trent! You all always need someone else. Something more than meâ You yelled generalizing all men. You were lumping Trent with every other man.
âBaby⊠please.â He begged with a pet name that made you wince at the minute. And while it wasnât entirely correct what you were saying, there was truth in it. You took a step back, throwing your hands up, cutting him off.Â
âNo! This is exactly what it is, Trent. I am never enough. I give everything, and itâs never enough for you⊠for any of you!â The words came out in a yell, louder than you intended, and in that moment, you couldnât stop the full on sobs, letting them spill over, hot and blinding as they streamed down your face.
âY/N, itâs not like that,â he said gently, reaching out to you, but you stepped back, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from the pain. He shook his head, his eyes pleading, as he stepped closer trying again..Â
âThis isnât right,â you said, voice hoarse from crying. Trent was silent, his face losing its color as he took in the weight of your words. âWe need to stop. I canât⊠I canât do this to Jack. Lying to him when heâs given me everything, and Iâm giving it all to you, and to you Iâm just⊠nothing.â The words cracked, a final, painful admission, the weight of it all too heavy to bear. Trentâs face crumpled with remorse, his gaze full of guilt, and without a word, he stepped into you, and this time, when he reached for you, you didnât resist. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him, and for a moment, you let yourself be held, resting your forehead against his chest as you breathed in his familiar scent amidst your tears. He was warm, solid, and despite everything, being in his arms felt safe. You fought him for a moment, weakly pushing against his chest, but he held on, his grip steady and strong, grounding you as you let the tears fall. Shame and guilt washed over him, silent and heavy, as he held you close, feeling the depth of what heâd let happen. And for a moment, the world fell away, the pain eased by the warmth of his arms, though neither of you could find words to fix it.Â
âI know I donât deserve you, but I promise⊠itâs not like that. It never has been with you. Youâre not just another girl. Iâve waited so long, Y/NâŠâ He quietly whispered, voice thick with emotion as he gently stroked your back. âI shouldâve done more to stop it, I just⊠I donât know but I know I fucked up at dinner. I know Iâm not doing enough but I also donât know how to make this better, but I want to. I want this. I want you. And I swear, itâs not a game for me.â His fingers brushed through your hair, his voice a soothing murmur, and you let yourself lean into him, the weight of your pain easing slightly. But as he held you, another ache rose in your chest, heavier, more real.Â
âItâs just⊠Jack is all I have, Trent,â you said, voice muffled against his chest. âYou and Jack⊠youâre all I have left.â And the words tasted like truth, a bittersweet reminder of everything youâd lost, of the fragile balance you were trying so hard to keep. âI canât do this.â You whimpered. âNot for something that isnât even real to you.â You whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, a soft, tender gesture that made your heart clench.Â
âI donât want you to feel likeâŠ. like this isnât real to me. If itâs even possible itâs so much more real than I ever thought possible and Iâm sorry Iâm shit at handling it.â His words hung in the cool night air, full of promise, and as he held you, the quiet between you was thick with things unsaid. You closed your eyes, letting yourself believe him for a moment, letting yourself hope that somehow, you wouldnât have to choose, that somehow, you could keep them both. His arms were a steady warmth around you, and though the pain hadnât faded completely, in this moment, it felt like maybe⊠just maybe⊠there was a way forward.
The car hummed softly beneath you as Trent pulled out of the parking space, his hand warm and steady around yours, grounding you in a way that was both comforting and bittersweet. The weight of the evening still sat heavily on your shoulders, the words exchanged at dinner echoing in your mind, each one pulling at the fragile threads of the trust youâd placed in him. But now, in this quiet moment, his hand was solid in yours, and that simple touch brought a calm you desperately needed. You shifted in your seat, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek as you closed your eyes, letting the silence settle between you. He brushed his thumb softly over your knuckles, a small but constant reassurance that he was here, that he was with you. The faint streetlights casted a gentle glow over the carâs interior, illuminating his face in the soft shadows, and you felt yourself easing just slightly, even as your heart continued to ache.
âDo you thinkâŠ. Erm, TâŠDo you think I could just go to your house tonight?â you whispered, barely audible stumbling to get to the ask out. âIâm really sad, and I donât want to sleep alone.â Your voice wavered, thick with tears, and you sniffled, trying to steady yourself. He looked at you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he took in the vulnerability you were offering, no walls, no defenses. Itâs not that you didnât want to see Layla. It was just that you knew if you told her what you heard tonight sheâd have an opinion and it wasnât that you didnât value her thoughts, you just needed to get yours in order before you debriefed. Was Trentâs bed the best place to sort those? No, but you wanted his comfort, heâd always been your comfort.Â
âYeah, pretty girl,â he murmured, a tenderness in his eyes that was almost enough to make you believe everything could be okay. âYou can come be with me tonight. You can sleep with me whenever you want, okay? My baby.â His words wrapped around you like a promise, one that felt as real as the warmth of his hand around yours, and you nodded, your head finding its way back to his shoulder. For a while, you just stayed like that, nestled into him as he drove, his thumb tracing soothing patterns over your hand resting on his thigh. The city lights blurred softly as he drove, casting gentle reflections against the car windows, and you let yourself sink into the quiet comfort of his presence, each moment a balm to the ache in your heart.
When you reached his house, he parked and didnât let go of your hand as you both made your way inside, guiding you gently through the door, his touch never wavering. Once inside, he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you, holding you like he never wanted to let go. You melted into him, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time all night, you felt yourself relax, the weight of the world slipping just a little as he held you.Â
He guided you to his bedroom and suddenly a big smile pulled on his face. Tiredly you asked him why he was smiling like that. You werenât in the mood and really werenât in the mood for any cheek. But that gorgeous cheeky smile all made sense once you were stood in Trentâs ensuite, holding a brand new pink Goyard wash bag in your hands. Despite everything weighing on your mind, you couldnât help but let out a small laugh. You traced the soft pink leather with your fingers, glancing back at him with a puzzled smile as he came into the room, his own grin lighting up his face.
âT⊠what is this?â you asked, holding it up. He chuckled, stepping closer.
âItâs the same one I have, because, obviously, itâs the best one,â he explained, âmineâs white but I got it for you in pink so itâs like a Mr. and Mrs. thing, you know?â The sincerity in his voice melted something inside you. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you like he never wanted to let go.
âGo on, open it though,â he urged gently, nodding toward the wash bag, his eyes bright with anticipation. You hadnât even realized the weight of it, realizing that clearly there were things inside of it as well. You raised a brow, a little surprisedâdid he really go beyond the bag itself? Unzipping it, you peeked inside and felt an instant laugh bubbling up as you took in all the familiar beauty products youâd mentioned to him the other night, each one carefully packed. You looked up at him in disbelief, a smile stretching across your face as he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. âI actually had to ask my mum to come with me,â he confessed, laughing as he watched your expression. âDidnât want to look like a complete idiot in the beauty section.â You couldnât help but giggle at the thought, picturing him awkwardly shuffling through the aisles, trying to get it all right.Â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you murmured, shaking your head with affection. Trent pulled you closer, his hand resting on the small of your back as he looked down at you, his voice softer now.Â
âYouâre my only girl, alright? You know you always have been. Iâm sorry that I did things that made it seem like you werenât. Iâm sorry it took me so long to show you thatâŠOnly girl Iâd ever pay that kind of money for ounces of cream for.â He laughed, clearly mocking the price tag on your La Mer moisturizer. âBut for you⊠anything.â And with that, the tears youâd been trying so hard to hold back started spilling over. You wiped at them with the back of your hand, giggling through your sniffles, embarrassed but touched beyond words.
âStop, baby!â he laughed, reaching up to gently swipe a tear off your cheek with his thumb. âPlease no more tears. I hate when you cry so, so much,â he whispered, pulling you close again.
âSorry,â you murmured, a soft giggle slipping out as you looked up at him. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth and safety of him radiate through you. Trent brushed his nose against yours, his hand cradling your cheek as he whispered,Â
âIâve got you, pretty girl. Always.â And for the first time in a while, you felt your heart settle, the ache easing just a little as you held onto him, feeling the promise of his words wrap around you.
You crawled into Trentâs bed, pulling back the covers, and let out a surprised laugh when you saw the smooth, cool silk pillowcases heâd swapped in just for you. Trent stood nearby, watching your reaction with a smirk, his hands on his hips.
âSee?â he teased, puffing up a little as if heâd won a major victory. âGot the silk pillowcases and everything. Iâm in, baby.â He cooed proudly. This act so clearly showed he was making an effort. You couldnât help but feel your heart melt at the gesture, a warmth spreading across your chest.Â
âYou actually do the most,â you said, shaking your head, but the grin on your face gave you away. The fact that heâd followed through with something so small, something that made you feel comforted and at home, touched you deeply. He moved closer, and you reached out, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scentâa mix of his cologne and the lingering warmth of the day. He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you like he never wanted to let go. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.
âThank you,â you whispered softly, your voice barely audible. You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. âThank you for liking me⊠for doing all of this.â His eyes softened, and he gazed at you with such tenderness that it made your throat tighten.Â
âAlways,â he murmured. He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones, then kissed your forehead. The touch was gentle, lingering, as if he wanted to press his feelings directly into your skin. You both climbed into bed, and as you got comfortable, you found yourself settling halfway on top of him, your back resting against his side, your legs tangled with his. His hand found its way to your collarbone, tracing light, lazy patterns that sent shivers down your spine. His touch was calming, grounding you in a way that made you feel safer than you had in a long time. In the dim light, with only the moon casting soft shadows across the room, you found the courage to ask something that had been weighing on your mind.Â
âT... Do you thinkâŠâ you started, your voice hesitant, âweâll ever be able to really go out together? Like, just⊠be out in the open?â You asked. The vulnerability in your voice made Trent pause. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his expression earnest. A gentle smile pulled at his lips.Â
âYeah, course if you want that,â he said, his voice full of quiet conviction. His fingers paused in their gentle tracing, and he shifted slightly to look at you more directly. âI mean⊠things have been good between us I thought but I also didnât know you wanted that. For us to like go on a date or anything. I wasnât sure if you liked the secrecy. I donât know what you thought.â He explained to you sheepishly. Clearly things worked well between you in the bedroom and while you had no problem discussing that, it was also so glaringly obvious there was more to this relationship than just the sex⊠you just hadnât said it yet. You bit your lip, feeling both shy and exposed.Â
âI do,â you admitted. âI mean, I know itâs complicated, but⊠I just want to be with you.â He smiled again, this time with a deeper, knowing affection.Â
âI want that too. I really do,â he told you. âI just didnât know how serious you wanted this to be. But if you want it⊠then Iâm in. Silk pillow cases, dates, whatever you want.â His words made your heart flutter, and for a moment, the world felt a little brighter. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but this time they were happy ones. You didnât say anything more, afraid that if you spoke, you might start crying for real. Instead, you leaned in and kissed his jaw, your lips lingering as you tried to show him everything you couldnât put into words. That night, there was no urgency between you, no rush to tear each otherâs clothes off or tumble into anything wild. Instead, there was a softness that blanketed the room, a shared vulnerability that felt like a bridge between your hearts. You both exchanged gentle, lingering kisses that were more about comfort and closeness than anything else, the tender brush of lips and shared warmth easing the hurt from earlier. As you settled into the soft sheets, the familiar comfort of his bed easing the ache in your chest. His hands gentle as they traced soothing patterns over your back. You curled into him, your legs tangling with his, seeking out every ounce of warmth and comfort he could offer. As you laid there, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI want you.â He murmured softly. âAnd only you. Always have.â The sincerity in his voice made your heart squeeze, and you found yourself finally breathing a little easier. And as you drifted to sleep, his arms wrapped securely around you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could allow yourself to believe in him, in this, in a future where he was more than just a fleeting presence in your life. You squeezed his hand once more, a silent promise to yourself that tonight, at least, you could find peace in his arms. When you finally drifted off, you did so with your head on his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, your cheek pressed against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Your face was relaxed, your pouty bottom lip just barely brushing his skin. Trent lay there, his hand stroking your back in gentle circles, the other cradling the back of your head. He pressed soft kisses to your hairline, whispering to you even though you were already half-asleep. He stayed awake longer, watching the soft, peaceful expression on your face as you dreamed. Guilt twisted in his chest as he thought about how hurt youâd been earlier, how youâd tried to hide it but couldnât quite keep the pain from seeping through. He wished he could take it all back, erase the moments that made you doubt him. The memory of your stricken face during dinner haunted him, and he knew he had to make it right. His mind began to work on a plan, a way to take you out on a real date, one that wouldnât be about sneaking around or hiding. He wanted to show you off, to be open about how much you meant to him. He imagined a perfect night, one that would make you smile so brightly that he could forget the hurt heâd caused. As he held you, his chest tightening with how much he cared for you, he promised himself heâd make it happen. You were his only girl, always had been, and he was determined to show you that in every way possible. Even if he couldnât fix the past, heâd make sure the future was full of moments where you never had to doubt what you meant to him.
After that dinner, things settled back into something you could only describe as uneasy but fine. You still were living this double life, lying to Jack. Keeping the extent of your new life beyond the first fuck from Layla. On the inside of houses, the confines of bedrooms, everything felt perfect; the chemistry with Trent was undeniable, and whenever you were together, it felt like the two of you were building something real. But the moment he left, that foundation started to shake. Alone, doubts crept in, the taunting whispers of insecurity that left you questioning every detail. The laughs and comments from the dinner echoing in your mind. Was this how he made every âgirl of the seasonâ feel? Were they all secrets he kept? His history loomed over him. It made you wonder, was this just the same story with you? Only now, Jack's little sister had the lead role, the fact making you feel more self conscious of how he viewed you. Â
Layla's constant questions, innocent but probing, made it worse. She didn't know the real extent of what was going on, only that something had happened. She knew you fucked but after that⊠you kept your lips sealed. Saying you weren't sure either, which was a half truth... you didn't but you also were omitting the fact that you were spending night's together. And while you wanted to confide in her, every part of you held back, afraid of exposing too much-afraid it would all unravel the moment it wasn't hidden. More people couldnât know, it was too risky. The secrecy felt safe but also confining, and your chest ached every time you thought of it. The double life weighed on you more than you'd ever let on to Trent. And yet, when he messaged you during his away game, that familiar excitement flared up, and you felt that ache turn into something else, a want to remind him of you, make him feel how much chemistry you two had. For the moment you were hidden but after the dinner, after his promises you wanted to make sure he was certain. He texted asking to call you. You were nervous to agree but who wouldnât want to facetime Trent Alexander-Arnold in bed. You werenât sure how to act at first but then you decidedâ You wanted to make it clear you wanted him. You wanted to make him want you. Apprehensive but determined, you sifted through your wardrobe quickly, finding the boldest, most daring piece of sleepwear you owned. It was underwear disguised as something casual. You finally sat in front of the camera, as his call pinged through your phone. You answered, and immediately his jaw dropped.Â
"Oh my fucking days," he murmured, his voice low, a mixture of shock and hunger flashing in his eyes. The look he gave you sent a thrill through your entire body.
"Hi," you cooed, feigning innocence as you adjusted your posture slightly, giving him an even better view. A small, mischievous smile tugged at your lips. You wanted this to be memorable. Trent leaned closer to the screen, shaking his head with disbelief and lust flaring behind his eyes.
"You look unreal. Fucking hell," he said, his gaze tracing every curve as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. You felt a rush of power, the distance fading as he soaked up every detail of your look. But it wasnât just the look, it was everything; the clearly recently lotioned skin, the faux innocence, the vibes were just everything Trent would want.Â
"I just want to make sure you donât think of me only as Jack's sister." You met his eyes, holding his gaze as you whispered. The words hung in the air, a truth you'd wanted to tell him for a while figuring now while you had his attention would work.
"Trust me, he's the last thing I'm thinking about right now," Trent chuckled, still in awe, his eyes glued to you.
"I hope youâre not thinking about other girls while youâre away," you murmured almost as a test but simultaneously a tease running a hand slowly along your raised collarbone over to your shoulder, playing with the delicate strap of your bra as his breath visibly caught.
"Trust me, they're the last thing I'm thinking about," he repeated, his tone shifting, voice raw. âI donât know who youâre even talking about, baby.â You could see it in his eyes-there was no one else he wanted right now. And that single, unspoken promise was all you needed to feel. âI donât want any of that. You know that.I want you. Donât play me, baby.â He smirked, his voice dropping, filled with a frustrated need that made your pulse quicken.
âIâm not playing.â You stretched out languidly, letting your voice drop to a purr. âJust thought you might like a little reminder of whatâs back at home for you.â You told him.Â
âTrust me, I donât need one.â His voice softened, a hint of a smile in it now. âYouâre all I think about. So donât tease me like this. Oh my days, Y/NâŠâ His eyes lit even more as the bra top was practically falling off.Â
âYeah?â you asked, feigning a nonchalant surprise. You could almost feel the tension through the phone. As you toyed with Trent, pulling down the thin strap of your bra, his breath hitched. The teasing, the slow buildâit was intoxicating, leaving him hanging on every move you made. He was completely fixated as you gradually peeled away each item of clothing, your body on full display, leaning back against your bed, meeting his gaze with a mischievous smile. His reaction was instant, a low groan escaping him.
"Oh my god," he breathed, raking a hand over his curls, unable to tear his eyes away. Just as you began to lower the phone whilst opening your legs. A shiver ran through you. Feeling bolder than ever with what you were about to do.Â
"Hold on-my phone's about to d-â You glanced away from the camera, then, without warning, hung up, pretending the call had dropped. Your phone dead. The silence that followed was deafening on his end. For a moment, Trent just blinked, waiting for you to reappear, only to realize you weren't coming back. It dawned on him that you'd left him high and dry, and he almost laughed in disbelief but the strain in his jogger was excruciating. This wasnât funny at all. Not to him. It wasnât long before the messages began flooding your phone, his name lighting up your screen as he called again and again.
Trent was spinning out. He couldnât believe that just happened. You settled back against the pillows, heart pounding as you watched the texts roll in. Your phone buzzedâone, two, three times in a row again and again.Â
But then you turned it off though to play the part. Still, you laid there opting to grab your laptop staring at his messages flood in with a smile. This felt good. It was so easy to believe him when you were together, to let yourself feel like the only girl on his mind. But alone, doubts crept in, filling the space he left behind. Still, you couldnât deny the thrill of making him wait for once. He called but your phone was off or âdeadâ in his mind. He prayed youâd fucking charge it now. He was desperate for you and only you. He was almost embarrassed he had called and texted so many times but he wanted you so badly but as time ticked on he knew this was not an accident, this was chess, Begrudgingly he took matters into his own hands literally. Hours later, you finally responded to his barrage of messages, typing with a grin tugging at your lips. You had left him out to dry and you kind of loved the power switch.
You wrote, knowing very well he was the culprit who'd taken your charger in an effort to hide things from Jack the other day. Your message was cheeky and taunting, almost blaming him for why he didn't get to have the call continue. Really just hammering home that you knew what you were doing. You could practically feel his frustration through the screen as he replied, a flurry of texts that only made you smirk, still desperate for you. His handiwork would never match what you offered.. You had him exactly where you wanted him, and something told you he wouldn't let you get away with this so easily and you couldn'tâ wait.
The anticipation had been building for a whole day after the call, ever since Trent's away game ended. You knew he'd be coming back to you straight away. You had teased him mercilessly during that facetime, flaunting your body and hinting at all the naughty things he could do to you when he returned. But then your phone died or you could also say well⊠you just hung up. His desperate pleas over texts only fueled your excitement, and you couldn't wait to have him back in your arms, and beneath you or under you. You didnât care. Jack was out and you were in⊠and in and just in a tiny tank top and panties. As soon as Trent walked through the door, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with a mixture of desire and frustration. He strode purposefully towards your bedroom, just moving straight past you and straight to the point, his broad shoulders exuding confidence and determination. You followed, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence. It was like he came in and didnât need to say a thing because you knew he was frustrated. Not actually, just sexually and you liked it the build up. You had to fight back a giggle as you came into your room after him, plopping yourself on the bed.Â
"Baby," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as he stood in your room. You couldnât read the inflection. It almost sounded like he was disappointed? Was he actually mad? Momentarily you were nervous but he looked so god damn sexy like this, hungry almost, you wanted to keep up your game just to see what would happen. You were lying on the bed, your hair cascading over the pillows, a seductive smile playing on your lips.
"Did you miss me?" you teased, propping yourself up on your elbows, your tits straining against the thin fabric of your tank top. Trent's eyes darkened at the sight, his gaze flicking between your face and your exposed cleavage. "I'm tired, I wonât lie" you continued, feigning innocence. "You must be too from the flight. Maybe we can just catch up on some sleep tonight.â You knew you were being a tease, and the thought of driving him wild excited you even more.Â
Then there was a shift in the room. He came over to you, his hand picked up your chin, forcing you to look at him.Â
âYouâre not tired.â Trent growled, a low sound that sent shivers down your spine. He told you very matter of fact. "You've been so naughty, babyâŠteasing me like that," he said, his voice laced with a possessive edge. "You know how much I thought about you dressed like that in this bed alone in my hotel." A rush of heat flooded your cheeks as you realized the extent of your power over him. You'd left him with a constant ache, his cock throbbing and heavy with desire. But the shift in power was singly like a pendulum. Now back to you.Â
"I know, baby," you cooed, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "But you like it when I'm a bad girl, don't you?" Trent's eyes blazed with passion as he grabbed your hand, pressing a heated kiss to your palm.Â
"No, baby⊠I like when youâre a good girl fâme. And you've been a very bad girl, and I'm not having that," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Youâre gonna be a good girl now. Right now. And Iâm gonna take what's mine.â He said ferociously but steadily calm as he climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist, his hard muscles pressing into your soft curves. You gasped as his weight settled on you, his erection straining against his trousers, pressing into your core through the thin fabric of your panties. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and kneading your tits through your top, causing your nipples to pebble in response. "You like being my good girl though, don't you, baby?" he growled, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You like it when I touch you, when I take what I want." You arched into his touch, your breath coming in short gasps.Â
"Yeah huh, T," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Your resolve crumbling, the game falling to pieces instantly.
âI know you do. And right now I want you.but you didnât seem to want meâŠâ he taunted, still teasing you. â So beg.â He commanded.
 "I need you please. Please T⊠Iâm sorry.â You whined. The tides turned so fast. The power dynamic has returned to where it was before. With a growl, he tore your top off, baring your tits to his hungry gaze. His mouth claimed one taut peak, sucking and nibbling, while his hand cupped the other, rolling and tugging gently. Your back arched off the bed further, offering yourself to him, your hands threading through his hair, urging him on.
"See? Such a good girl," he murmured between kisses, his hands now exploring your body, sliding down your stomach, tracing the waistband of your panties. "ButâŠ.â He began and your heart skipped a beat. What did you get yourself into? âCanât be acting like that. You've been so bad, baby. Youâre not doing all that with me. Iâm in charge, hmm?â He hummed. You whimpered as he hooked his fingers under the elastic, slowly sliding your panties down your thighs, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. His eyes devoured you, taking in every detail of your swollen lips and the dampness between your thighs. "So wet for me. You like this, donât you? Me in charge of you. In control." he growled, his voice thick with desire. You nodded. He was 1000% correct. You werenât sure youâd ever been more turned on in your life. "Youâre gonna take my cock now.â He shifted, positioning himself between your thighs, his cock straining against his trousers. With one swift motion, he ripped at the button and zipper, freeing his thick length. You moaned at the sight, your pussy clenching in anticipation.
"Please, baby. I want your cock. Iâm so sorry," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need you inside me." He didn't make you wait long. You thought heâd draw out the teasing but neither of you could wait any longer. With one powerful thrust, he filled you, stretching and claiming you in one stroke. You cried out, your body welcoming him, your walls gripping and milking his length.the stretch was deliciously painful. You were so tight from minimal prep but god you were wet he just slid in.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with fierce possessiveness. It was clear immediately this was going to be a rough fuck. "You're mine, baby. All mine." You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own, your bodies moving in perfect rhythm. His hands gripped your hips, leaving marks on your skin as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every stroke.
"You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he panted, his breath hot against your neck as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin. "You want me to fuck you hard?" He asked with a smirk you could feel. âGonna have you begging for more of me.âÂ
"Yes, please," you whimpered, your head thrown back, your body on fire. "I want it all. I want you to take me, own me." Youâd never acted so submissive in your life. This was like an alternative universe only he could create. Trent obliged to your pleas eagerly, his movements becoming more primal, more demanding. Trent kept one hand on your hip guiding your movements but brought his other up your body, his hand wrapping around your neck, eyes pinned to yours. You gasped feeling his tip smashing against your cervix and orgasm barrelling towards you. But then he surprised you by letting go of your neck, slowing his pace ever so much so that the coil loosened in your stomach, the climax retreating momentarily. He was playing games with you. âYou wanted to play with me, baby the other day? Iâll play with you.â He taunted. He moved his hand off your neck and up to cup your cheek. Then swiftly he dragged his thumb across your lips. He slipped it into your mouth with ease as he pulled your mouth open by your bottom lip. He spit his saliva into your mouth and you swallowed diligently with a moan before he pushed his thumb all the way back in for you to suck on it like you would his cock. He groaned when your eyes began to flutter closed with a whine, simultaneously swirling your tongue around his finger.Â
âSuch a good girl fâme.â he gripped your chin looking longingly into your eyes. He loved everything about this. Being in control of you. You letting him control you. You wanting him to control you. He tucked his face in the nape of your neck. He nibbled on your sensitive skin. His hair tickling you. Hoarse grunts escaping him as you soaked him. He hit that spot deep inside you, only he knew. All you could think about was the way he hit that spot again and again, continuously. He felt so good when he dropped his hand between you to rubbing your throbbing clit. He knew how to make you cum and he was going to do it well but he sure as hell wasnât going to let you. So he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, throwing you around like a rag doll, positioning you on all fours, your ass raised high in the air, your back arched to perfection, presenting yourself to him. With a possessive growl, he smacked your ass, leaving a stinging imprint of his hand. "Whyâd you have to act like such a naughty fucking girl, baby?" he whispered, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. But instead of a whine, you moaned in pleasure. You liked when he slapped your ass. "You like it when I punish you, don't you?" He smirked, mildly surprised that you were this down for him to have this much control. Obviously you knew each other well but in the bedroom you were still finding things out.Â
"Yes," you moaned, your voice hoarse as you pushed back against him, inviting more because you knew more were coming. Trentâs hand rained down on your ass, slap after slap, again and again, leaving a symphony of slaps and marks that would remind you of his dominance. Finally once he felt it was sufficient he let a line of his spit fall onto your ass. He watched it run down over your ass and into the folds of your pussy. His hands caressed the fat of your ass.Â
"You've been a bad girl, teasing me," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Just gotta fuck it out of you now, yeah? Make you my good girl again." He cooed as he positioned himself behind you and began to tease you, dragging his leaking tip across the smooth skin of your ass before slipping it between your folds teasing your entrance. He slowly pushed his cock into your pussy without another word. You were completely drenched. You could feel yourself coat his length in your slick again and again as he drilled in and out of you. The recoil of your ass from his hard thrusts had Trent in pure heaven. God, it mustâve been a good 30 minutes of him just blowing your back out.Â
"Oh, fuck!" you exclaimed, your hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. âIâm gonna c-.â you cried out, your body trembling.
âNo!â He commanded and you whined as he pulled out, halting it all. âYouâre gonna keep taking my cock.â He told you as he slid back in and so you did. You kept taking him âThat's it, baby," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you with abandon. "Take it, take all of me." You cried out as he slammed into you, his cock hitting your G-spot with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your orgasm building, coiling tight in your core, every inch of your body alive with sensation.â Youâre mine, baby. Understand?â He said it was a seriousness and a harshness that made goosebumps arise on your skin.Â
"I canât⊠oh my fucking god. I'm gonna cum, T," you panted, your nails digging into the sheets as you fought for release. "Iâm gonna cum, fuckâ please." You whined. You moaned as your vision began to blur a little from how good it all felt.
"Not yet, baby," he growled, his voice rough. "Youâre gonna keep taking me because I said so. You asked for this. I want you to feel me, feel every inch of me." He reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to pound into you. Your moans filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
"Please, T, oh my god," you begged, your body on the brink. "I need to cum. Please."
"Not until I say so," he commanded, his voice harsh. "You don't get to come until I'm ready to fill you up with my cum." His words sent a shockwave of desire through you, and you surrendered to his control, your body his to command. âYou continued throwing your ass back as he fucked you relentlessly, his cock driving into your pussy with brutal force, his fingers working your clit with expert precision. "That's it, baby, let me see how much you want it," he grunted, his breath hot against your neck. "You're mine, every inch of you. I own this pussy. I get to decide when you cum.â After a few more strokes, that were gradually getting rougher you heard it, the command youâd be aching for. âCum fâme baby. Cum now.â His words pushed you over the edge, and you exploded around him, your pussy clenching and milking his cock as you cried out his name. âFuck, baby. Gonna cum, alright? Doing so good, baby.â He grunted as his thrusts became messy and unregulated before he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim. his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled you with his hot release. You collapsed onto the bed, your body spent and satisfied. He gently pulled out of you but was quick to push his two fingers along with his leaking cum back inside you for a few moments longer. "You wanna cum again fâme, pretty girl?" He cooed.
âOh fuck- oh my god.â You whined, body gone almost limp but craving more insatiably. His fingers easily sliding in and out of your pussy, finding that magical spot deep inside. He rubbed and pressed your clit as his fingers curled deeper from behind. You cried out, your body exploding in another mind-blowing orgasm. Trent smugly and quietly laughed not at you but just happy you were feeling so good. As your bodies calmed, Trent's softer side emerged as he gently rolled you onto your back, his eyes filled with love and adoration before he collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed you tenderly, his hands stroking your hair, his touch now gentle and caring. He held you close, his strong arms offering comfort and protection. You could feel his heart pounding against you, and his breath was warm on your skin.
"My good girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Did so good fâme. You okay?â Â You smiled, your heart full as you snuggled into his embrace, content in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.Â
"I love being your good girl, T," you murmured, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.Â
"You were more than that, baby. Honestly, that was fucking unreal," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I love making you feel good." You snuggled closer, your body still buzzing with pleasure.Â
"Thatâs good because you make me feel amazing.â you tiredly giggled. âButâŠI do really like when you take control, baby," you confessed, your voice soft and sated. "It makes me feel so fucking⊠I donât know wanted or something. I like knowing you want me like that.â You poorly explained in your post orgasmic haze. He chuckled, the sound low and warm.Â
"I do want you, more than you know. And I promise, I'll always take care of youâŠ. Especially after wanting you like that." He smirked. He gently caressed your hair, his touch tender and loving. "Let's clean you up, my pretty girl," he said, his voice filled with affection. He helped you into the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of your passionate encounter. Trent's hands were gentle as he soaped your body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your tired limbs. You leaned into him, your body still limp from the intensity of your orgasms, but he held you close, his strong arms offering relentless support. There was a physical and emotional feeling of warmth with him. He just wanted to wrap around you and keep you with him all the time. He was completely consumed by the thought. Seeing you so fragile after sex just sent a feeling alight inside he didnât quite no how to label.Â
"You're so good to me, T," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. Heâd always taken care of you but now it was different⊠so different, so intimate and you both were recognizing it. He kissed the top of your head, his lips soft against your hair.Â
"I will always take care of you, baby. I always have, I always will." He cooed as the water washed away the sweat and passion of your lovemaking, Trent's gentle care and adoration filled the void, leaving you feeling cherished and adored. You knew in that moment that this was more than just physical attraction. It was a deep, profound connection, but one you craved beyond the boundaries of the bedroom.Â
That next morning was a slow, honeyed glow, filtering through the curtains and casting a soft light over the room. The world felt paused, as if the universe had frozen to let you both linger in this quiet perfection a little longer. The warmth of Trentâs skin was the only anchor you needed, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby against your cheek as you lay entwined, tangled together under the weight of the blankets and something far deeper. He shifted slightly, his body moving with that half-conscious care to keep you close, and you felt his breath stir your hair, a sigh caught somewhere between sleep and waking. As he moved, you instinctively tightened your hold, pressing yourself closer, unwilling to let him slip even an inch away.Â
âMmNmm,â you murmured, a soft, sleepy protest as you shook your head against his chest, feeling the rumble of his chuckle in response.
âNah, course not,â he laughed at you, his voice still heavy with sleep, But he was only teasing, he was loving that you didnât want him to move. He lent down, pressing his lips to the top of your head in a lingering kiss, his breath warm against your hair. His hand drifted down your back, tracing gentle patterns, like he was memorizing every inch of you. âMy pretty girl,â he murmured, his voice a tender whisper, more to himself than to you, like he still couldnât believe this was real. The sound of his words washed over you, filling you with a warmth that went beyond the touch of his skin. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he gazed down at you, his expression so soft and open, filled with a quiet awe that made your heart ache. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face with a gentle hand, his fingers lingering, tracing the curve of your cheek as if you were something precious, something fragile. âNah youâre actually so gorgeous, baby,â he cooed, a little smile playing on his lips as his thumb brushed your cheek. He studied you, his eyes tracing every detail of your face as if he were afraid heâd wake up and find this had all been a dream. His other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you even closer, holding you like heâd never let you go. You couldnât help but sleepily smile, your own hands finding their way to his, fingers lacing together as you pulled his arm around you, tucking yourself against him. âCanât believe I finally have you with me,â he whispered, almost like he was speaking to himself, his voice tinged with wonder and something deeper, something vulnerable. You didnât need to say anything; words felt unnecessary in the soft, stolen space between you. Instead, you pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your lips, letting the silence say everything that you couldnât.Â
âYou feel like a dream sometimes.â After a while, you finally spoke up when something other than sheer bliss came into your head. His arms tightened around you, his thumb gently stroking your side, sending a shiver through you that made you feel acutely, blissfully alive. He tilted your chin up, his lips meeting yours in a soft, unhurried kiss, so full of affection it left you breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand cupping your face as he held you there, his gaze deep and intent.Â
âYouâve been my dream,â he murmured softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You felt his fingers run through your hair, tucking it behind your ear with the same careful attention, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to trace slow circles on your back. He rested his forehead against yours, his breathing soft and steady, and for a moment, you both stayed there, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. The morning stretched on, time losing meaning as you lay there, cocooned in each otherâs arms. The world outside could wait; for now, all that mattered was the quiet perfection of this moment, of being held, of being seen, of feeling his heart beat in time with yours. It was a feeling you wanted to hold on to forever, a softness that seemed to live only in the rare, untouched hours of early morning.
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