#enemies to roomates to lovers?

[iiliizzyy]

so yeah you can say i really enjoyed deadpool and wolverine

[mingigoo]

hi sie!! i'm happy to see that your requests are open and would like to request something myself c: 1. seonghwa 2. roommate au 3. prompts 11 and 17 4. with spice please 🙏 thanks so much! i rly appreciate you and your writing even if you can't get to this 💕

I hope you like this!!! really enjoyed writing this one :)

— sleep-talker || p.sh (m.)

“You know you sleep talk?” 

“Stop looking at me like that.

🌊pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x roommate! Seonghwa

🌊 summary ⇢ when you and your friends decide on a trip to the beach for spring break, you get stuck rooming with the man you "hate" the most. The line between love and hate is as thin as ice, and you were about to break it.

🌊 genre/au ⇢ roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au, smut

🌊 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, wet dreams, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, PDA, "enemies" to lovers, one-bed trope, teasing, jealousy, intense tension like holy hell

🌊 word count ⇢ 10.2k words

🌊 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts (please let me know if I forgot you!)

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“Are you for real right now?”

Spring break. A time for rest, relaxation, and lots and lots of sex.

And now, your plans of being a whore for the vacation were ruined.

“Yes, y/n. I can't afford another room just for you to have to yourself,” Hongjoong, your older brother, mumbled as he stuffed the last bit of clothes into his luggage. “You’ll have to room with Seonghwa. San and Wooyoung already called each other.”

He zipped up his suitcase and stood up to leave, but he couldn't get off that easily. “Please, Joong. I’ll do anything. Cant I just room with you and Mingi?” he hastily made his way out of his room and into the living room, trying his hardest to get away from you. “I’ll sleep on the floor. No blanket, just the floor. Please.”

He turned to face you, a confused expression on his face. “Why are you so adamant about not staying with Hwa? What did he ever do to you?” he asked you, genuinely curious. The truth is, he did nothing to you personally. Maybe that was why you hated him, because god, if he gave you the time of day, you would pounce on him like a cat in heat.

You groaned, running a hand through your messy, unwashed hair. “Because he’s a dumb ass jerk that gets everything he wants.” 

Hongjoong laughed at you and turned away. “It's only a week, y/n. He’ll probably spend most of his time in our room, anyway. Just bring a book to read or something to distract yourself.”

As if reading is the thing you'll be focused on if you were in a room with him. Oh Nah, you'll be wishing he’d walk around shirtless and hoping he somehow takes a shower and walks out with nothing on��

“I hope you're packed and ready….” Joong trailed off as he looked at your messy exterior, and stifled a laugh. “And if you're thinking of getting laid, you might want to shower.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, having no drive to shower. You'll get one when you get there. It's not like you were that stinky.

“Shut up, dickhead.”

You stood on the sidewalk of your apartment building, Hongjoong’s little yellow Geo Tracker sitting there lookin’ all cute. However, the tiny thing only had five seats.

There were six of you.

“Welp looks like I can't go! What a shame, what a shame,” you sarcastically yelled out, tossing your hands in the air exasperatedly.  “Have fun without me!”

“Shut your mouth, will you?” Hongjoong groaned, tossing your luggage into the “trunk” or whatever it was. “It's only a ride to the airport. You can sit on someone’s lap for ten minutes.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why am I the one that has to do that? Wooyoung is like the size of my arm. He can do it.”

Joong shut the trunk with force at your comment, totally disregarding you. “Hop in,” he said. “Enjoy shotgun while you have the chance.”

You got in reluctantly, even though you were very excited about the beach itself. Your excitement was short-lived as you approached the devil’s lair.

“Stay here, I’ll go help them,” Hongjoong mumbled, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead as he put the car in park. 

You nodded, your arms crossed over your chest. You didn't mind the rest of the group— San and Wooyoung always knew how to make you laugh, and Mingi was absolutely eye candy. You wouldn't mind sitting on his lap on the way to the airport.

Just as you got comfortable with your head resting against the window, the door abruptly opened, causing you to nearly fall out of the vehicle. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell—” your words got caught in your throat as you met eyes with Park fucking Seonghwa. “Oh, it's you…”

He stood there, his thin torso draped in a sheer white top and his long, lean legs covered in a pair of black pants. You swallowed your drool like a schoolgirl, making sure he never knows how you think of him.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, not moving an inch and not even reaching to unplug your seatbelt. “This seat’s taken, buddy.”

He snickered, his lips mockingly curled up in a sneer. “Oh, aren't you a sweetheart? Now move, I called shotgun.”

“Well, I did first.”

“No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No.”

“Yes—”

“Neither of you are getting shotgun,” your brother laughed from behind Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung giggling like the goofs they are next to him. You still didn't move, even as Joong approached and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. “Y/N, please help me out here.”

You debated on throwing a fit, but knowing that it would just cause more problems, you sighed and pushed yourself out of the front seat. Now standing on the curb of the sidewalk right in front of Seonghwa, you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. His gaze was intense—it made you envision what it would be like in bed, looking down at him from above, and how his eyebrows would knit together in pleasure. God, you needed to get laid this vacation, or you were going to be suffering from delusions.

Without warning, Mingi pushed through both of you, interrupting your staring contest.

“We better go, I don't want to listen to their bickering any longer,” the tall boy huffed as he plopped himself in the front seat, a proud smile resting on his lips. 

San sat in the backseat on the right, Wooyoung next to him in the middle. That left either you or seonghwa to fight to the death for that last seat, but you knew how this was going to end.

And it wasn't going to end well.

—

“You comfortable, y/n?” your brother called from the driver’s seat, looking back at you through the rearview mirror.

You frowned so deeply you could've sworn your face was permanently stuck like that.

There you were, in the back of the car, in the most uncomfortable seat ever. Seonghwa groaned underneath you, his bony body not offering you any wiggle room. You didn't answer your brother, you were certain your expression was enough of a response.

You adjusted yourself on Seonghwa’s lap, looking out the window for any distraction. As you moved, you felt him move his hips, and you had to shut away your filthy thoughts about him as soon as they came. Between his movements and his groans, your stomach was knotting in something more than butterflies.

The car was filled with conversation, however, you and Seonghwa remained quiet and in your own little worlds. As the others bantered, you pushed yourself up further on his lap, grimacing as you heard him let out a grunt in your ear. 

And then when his hands gripped onto your bare thighs, you were the one to gasp.

“Stop moving,” he whispered in your ear with haste, almost like a sneer. You kept your vision forward as his breath danced in your ear. “It hurts.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh? Is your little dick that sensitive?” you whispered back, smirking. You moved again, this time on purpose, feeling his bulge through his pants. You kept your cool, ignoring his shaky breaths from behind you. “Are you that happy to see me, Hwa?”

“Shut your mouth or you won’t see the sunrise,” he hissed, but his voice was weak. 

The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as he breathed underneath you, your mind constantly thinking about how hard he was getting underneath you and how sweet it would be to turn around and face him to see his reaction to you.

You looked to your right, seeing Wooyoung with a knowing smile on his face. “What?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, grinning. “Nothing, nothing,” he said, letting out a giggle. “Just that you both seem…cozy.” 

You slapped him on the shoulder, your movements causing Seonghwa to wiggle underneath you.

“Dammit, Y/N I told you to stop moving,” he seethed, his grip on your thigh tightening. Hongjoong looked back through the mirror, worry in his expression.

“Everything okay?” he asked, meeting your eyes before focusing on the road once again. “We’re almost there, only about a minute or two.”

“Ten-minute ride my ass,” you mumbled, and as you entered the Airport, you should've known that there were going to be speed bumps on the way in….

The shitty old car hopped over the bump, feeling like it hit a huge boulder. You bounced up, not held by any seatbelt, landing hard, right on Seonghwa’s family jewels.

“Fuck,” he cried, tossing his head back against the headrest. Your hands were now holding onto his legs for dear life.

“Joong, will you slow down for those things? Some of us are suffering back here,” you said, to which seonghwa started laughing.

“You're telling me.” he scoffed.

“Okay okay, I just have to park. I have no idea how this works….where the hell is the long-term parking—”

“Probably over there,” Mingi pointed in the opposite direction.

“No, no, I think it’s—”

“I can't take this anymore!” you cried out, leaning forward to assist Hongjoong since Mingi isn't helping. “There's a huge sign in front of us. How can you miss that? It spells it out, dammit.” you huffed, throwing yourself back into your “seat.” This time, he didn't let out a single groan, probably just as fed up with you as you were with him.

Finally, Hongjoong found the lot and parked the car, and as soon as it was stationary, you tossed yourself out of the vehicle like there was no tomorrow. You knew that you couldn't last a minute more on his lap, because if you did, you would be so tempted to turn around and make out with those painfully pretty lips of his. God, he made you so mad. Ever since you met him, there were only the same thoughts circulating round and round. 

Dirty thoughts.

Seonghwa crawled out of the car like a decrepit old spider, his long legs holding up his body with grace. You bit your lip, looking down at where you were sitting on him. Quickly, you looked away as he noticed your gaze, and ran away to go help the others with the luggage.

You weren't quick enough to miss the achingly attractive smirk on Seonghwa’s face.

Why did he have to be so….. libidinous? He was like a wild animal, able to take the lives away of his prey with just an expression.

No more seonghwa on the brain—it was beach time. You were certain you could find someone at a bar to sleep with later, and it wouldn't be Hwa.

Not now, not ever.

—

You got lucky with the plane ride.

Your seat buddy was Mingi, and Hongjoong knew how much you like your window seats.

Mingi nearly slept the whole flight, his head rested against your shoulder. He snored a little, but it didn't matter. The gentle giant had a place in your heart, so he could do no wrong. 

You often stole glances at Seonghwa across the aisle, his head bobbing up and down as he fought his tiredness. He was so much more likable when he was sleeping, but that was definitely due to the fact that he couldn't stare at you with those entrancing eyes or run that mouth of his.

You were the only one awake by the end of the flight. It was difficult for you to sleep in public places. It didn't feel right. So you would fight off sleep as hard as you could and distract yourself with anything around you.

After the fiasco of leaving the plane, you anxiously trailed behind Hongjoong through the busy airport, pushing past loads of people who had places to be. Thank goodness you were able to leave the airport without a fuss, even if seonghwa was nearly breathing down your neck as you exited.

Luckily, the ride to the hotel wasn't far—and there were more than enough seats for all of you. You distanced yourself from Seonghwa, ignoring his hellish gaze.

The hotel you were staying at stood tall, facing the gorgeous blue ocean for a perfect view. You shut your eyes as you took everything in, smelling the saltiness and the warmth of the air. You smiled to yourself, but your delightful moment didn't last long.

Seonghwa bumped into you purposely, digging his shoulder into yours before walking past you toward the hotel entrance. “Hey, what was that for?” you growled, a scowl on your face.

“You were in the way,” is all he said, not even bothering to turn to face you as he spoke. He continued walking, his beautiful silhouette showing through his sheer shirt. Oh, you wanted to tear it off of him so badly.

You let out a huff of air, but then followed your friends into the building, knowing the end was near if you had to share the room with your snack of choice.

Hongjoong went up to the front desk as you and the boys stood near the doorway, waiting for him to check us in. It didn't take him long, and soon enough, he was walking back over, key cards in his hand, and a bright smile on his face. “All checked in! This’ll be our home for the next week.”

San grabbed his key card first. “Are we all on the same floor? Like in a row? It would be no fun if I had to actually put on clothes to go on the elevator.”

“Yes, San, we’re all on the same floor.” Hongjoong held in his laugh, already clearly enjoying his time away from reality. You stood angrily with your arms across your chest next to seonghwa, who didn't look any happier than you. “And will you two brighten up? You’re killing the vibe.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing up at the boy next to you. His dark hair was slightly frizzy from the humidity, sticking to his forehead like it would if he were sweating. You gulped, thinking dirty thoughts once more before regaining your peace of mind. “I’m not doing anything. It’s all him.”

“No, it’s all you, not me.” he retaliated.

“You’re the one that got a hard-on from me just innocently sitting on your lap.”

“You were purposely shoving your ass on me like a freak—”

“You are ruining the vacation already—”

“Annnd we’re not doing this again,” Mingi sighed and then gripped onto your arm to pull you towards the elevator. 

“Let’s go, we got bars to get wrecked at.”

—

“Oh, hell no.”

You dropped your luggage as you entered your room for the week, staring at what was in it.

Or lack thereof.

One bed—a queen, maybe, sat in the middle of the room. A chair was tilted by the sliding glass doors that opened to the balcony, and a lamp stood in the corner. It was cute, of course, but you thought this couldn't get any worse.

Seonghwa walked past you into the room, setting his suitcase on the floor by the chair. “Don't worry,” he hummed, his voice low. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I–” you paused, taking in a breath before continuing. “You can sleep on the bed, I ain't that mean.”

“So you think I’m going to let my best friend’s sister sleep on the floor?” he laughed, but it wasn't out of humor. “That’s funny. I’d get my ass beat.” He sat down on the floor, stretching out his long legs before opening his suitcase. “Just forget about me like you usually do and take the bed.”

You had no snarky remarks to throw at him this time, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. You sighed, sitting down on the bed with a thud. “Okay, fine. Wake me up when we are going to leave.”

“Yeah yeah,” he snarkily replied, too focused on his luggage in front of him. You shut your eyes slowly, holding on to your consciousness a little longer, before drifting off into a sleep that would cause an unexpected uproar a few hours later.

—

After your amazing nap, you and the boys found your way to a beach bar, sand filling the floor and loud music playing in the background. You took your rightful spot at the bar, sitting right next to Wooyoung, who was already chugging a fruity margarita. 

“You should try this, Y/N,” he let out a satisfied sigh after he finished his gulp. “Tastes like fucking unicorns and rainbows.”

You laughed. “Sounds divine, but I’ll pass and get my whiskey sour.”

He grimaced. “Ew, you should spruce it up a little bit sometimes.”

San sat down on the other side of him, a fancy glass in his hands as well. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bore.”

“San what the—”

“She is, isn't she?” Seonghwa hummed from behind you, and of course, sat his ass in the chair right next to you. You groaned, ignoring him once again, although it was quite hard to not drool as he gulped his beer, his throat bobbing as he drank it.

Fucking hell.

You looked around for any sign of your brother to save you, and once you saw him, you cringed, turning right back around to face the bar. “Dear god, can't he keep his dick in his pants for five minutes?” you shivered, trying to think of anything else other than your brother making out with a random person. 

Seonghwa looked back, a smirk on his face as you ordered your drink. “Hypocrite. Just last week I walked in on you with Mingi in the chem lab,” he snickered, his midnight eyes catching the neon lights behind the bar. “Your tongue was so far down his throat I swear I—”

“Says the guy who I caught watching porn freshman year in the computer lab—”

“Here’s your Whiskey sour,” the bartender awkwardly interrupted, but thank god he did. You quickly chugged it, finishing it within a minute of getting it. He gave you another right away, and you downed that one as quickly as it came. He was cute, a little on the scruffy side, but definitely a good one-night. You gave him a look, feeling accomplished as he smirked a little before serving someone else.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink so fast, y/n,” San murmured from Wooyoung’s side, his strong arms holding his weight against the table. “You get drunk really quick on an empty stomach. Remember what happened last time? You have a bad habit of trying to kiss everything you see.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, setting the empty glass down on the bar. As you did that, you felt the warmth of the alcohol fill your body. “What? Who did I kiss?”

Seonghwa laughed from the other side of you while you focused on San.

“Me.” San blinked. “Tongue and all. But not just me, you kissed the statue outside our campus. You know, that really rusty one?”

You gagged. “Ew, no. stop. No, I didn't.”

“Oh, yes you did,” Seongwha piped in, sipping on his third or fourth beer. “And then you threw up on my shoes when I brought you home.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, taking his beer right out of his hands. “Phew, thank god I didn't kiss you,” you shivered, bringing the bottle up to your lips. After you started chugging it a little bit, Hwa ripped the bottle away from you.

You felt your vision start to sway from the alcohol. You loved the feeling of being drunk—just hated the hangovers. Right now though, you wanted to get wasted and go home with a stranger. The hangover will be tomorrow’s problem.

But seonghwa had to just run his mouth once again.

“You know you talk in your sleep, right?” He laughed, a full, humorous laugh. He tossed the bottle to the back of his throat and then continued to laugh at you. “Something about how awful the airplane food was and how drinking milk reminds you of cum.” he grimaced at the last part, but a playful smile still rested on his face. “God you are explicit.”

Your cheeks flushed, looking anywhere but his direction. “I do not sleeptalk.”

You looked to Wooyoung and San for help, but they looked dumbfounded. “I wouldn't know, y/n, I never slept with you,” San smirked, smiling deviously at you. “Unless you’re down with that, I’m all for hearing you sleeptalk in my ear all night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Woo played along, knowing he was just doing it to tease you. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was trying desperately to embarrass you in front of the hot bartender.

“God, it’s so annoying, I wanted to rip my hair out earlier,” he smiled devilishly, his teeth even brighter than normal under all the neon lights. “I thought I couldn't hate you more, but you proved me wrong.”

You looked straight ahead, ignoring Seonghwa’s goofy smile. “Whatever,” you huffed, resting your face on your hand, your elbow holding up the weight. You watched the sexy bartender notice your stare. He smiled and walked over to you.

“Need another sour?” he asked, his cheeks pinched with dimples. You had your eyes set on going home with him, and you were going to follow through with it. Seonghwa can stay outside for the night—or watch, it didn't matter to you. 

“Actually,” you pondered, blinking slowly as the alcohol hit your system even harder. “I’ll take a vodka and Sprite. Grey Goose.” you hummed, watching him nod with a smirk on his face.

Seonghwa chuckled, but you were too focused on your mission to hear him blab about how much he hated you over and over again. Soon enough, that damn grey goose hit you harder than anything. Your eyes fluttered after your second glass, your vision fuzzy, and your heartbeat racing. 

You let out a heavy sigh, unable to remember your original mission.

“Hey,” you coughed, your cheeks burning up from the toxin. You looked around the bar, only meeting Seonghwa’s eyes…..oh…they’re so pretty. “Where did everyone else go?”

He was facing you, looking at you through those sparkling irises of his. He took in a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, your brother left with that girl he was making out with earlier….San and Woo left not too long ago to go to another bar, and Mingi….” he paused, watching your expression change when mingi was mentioned. “Mingi went with them.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Why’d you stop at mingi like that?”

He furrowed his brows. “Why’d you look like that when I mentioned him?”

You sniffled, feeling a burning sensation in your throat from all the vodka. “What do you mean?” you were too messed up to defend yourself. You didn't even know your expression changed.

“You looked…different when I said his name.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his dreary tone. “Pfft. Hwa, do you think that just because I slept with him once that I have feelings for him?”

He frowned, his eyebrows knit with confusion. “You slept with him? Mingi?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. Just once, though.” Oh god, you officially couldn't think straight. Why were you even telling him this? “But that was it.”

He looked at you with an unknown expression, flattening his lips. “So you just sleep with anyone, huh?”

You scoffed. “Well, no, not usually.” you bit your lip, looking at him without knowing how you were looking at him. “I kind of always wanted you, but I didn’t understand why, so I ignore the feeling by sleeping with other guys.”

“That makes no sense, y/n,” he spat. “What are you saying?”

You rolled your eyes, drunkenly gripping his broad shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Awh, shut it, Hwa. Haven't you ever felt that before?” you paused, not realizing how close you were. His eyes were sharp, and his lips parted. “Wanting someone you can't have? Knowing that they wouldn't want anything to do with you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze piercing into you sharply. “You’re drunk, y/n,” he paused, looking at you intently before shaking your hands away. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Oooh, don't tempt me, baby,” you poked his chest, giggling as he stood up off the barstool. You were completely oblivious to the fact that you just admitted to wanting him, but it didn't seem like he took it seriously. 

“Get up,” he huffed, gripping under your arms and lifting you off your chair. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his waist. You held onto him tightly as he reached into his back pocket to grab money, tossing it onto the counter with a glare at the bartender. 

“Enjoy your night,” Seonghwa growled, holding onto you, and made his way towards the hotel with you clung to him.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, a giggle under your breath.

He grunted, pulling you along with him. “What?”

You sniffed. “Can I kiss you?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Why?” you mumbled, shoving your face into his chest.

“Because it’s your drunk habit.”

“So would you kiss me if it wasn't?” you asked, completely obliterated. There was no way you were going to remember this in the morning. 

He didn't answer you.

“Come on, Hwa,” you moaned, stopping and gripping onto his collar in front of the hotel. You looked up into his eyes, feeling his intense gaze cut right through your intoxication. You needed him. Needed him bad. “Just once. God, just once.”

“I…” he swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides, crying out to touch you. He kept them away, even if he didn't want to. “Not now. Not while you’re drunk.”

You blinked slowly, watching his lips flatten into a frown. “Does that mean you want to?”

He sighed, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “Please just….let’s get back to the room and get you to bed.”

You groaned, but complied, following him into the hotel and into the elevator. The ride was silent, Seonghwa standing in the corner, farthest away from you, his breathing slowed. You stared at him, leaning up against the wall.

“I really hate you,” you mumbled, glaring at him. He was too sexy, his hair messy, his eyes dark, his long legs taller than a skyscraper. You only admitted your attraction to him when you were drunk, but you couldn't deny the pull you had to him.

He looked up at you, his starry eyes looking from your legs, up to your hips, over your breasts, and finally to your eyes. He took in a sharp breath, biting the corner of his lip.

“I hate you too,” he whispered, his vision low.

And in what world would the words I hate you cause someone’s heart to flutter?

The elevator dinged at your floor, and after a moment of longing stares, Seonghwa gripped your arm and dragged you out. He held onto your drunken body as he searched for his keycard, and once he found it, you tumbled into the room together. 

Your back was pressed against the wall, his arms caging you in on both sides. His forehead was on yours, and you were able to feel his hot breath against your lips.

“Oh,” you hummed, your hands subconsciously dancing at the hem of his t-shirt. You watched his throat bob anxiously as you looked into his eyes.

It took everything in him to move away. He coughed awkwardly and then nodded toward the bed. “Come on, you need to rest.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, unable to move in a straight line. You kicked off your sandals, and pulled off your shirt with ease, leaving you only in your bra and that skimpy skirt seonghwa was looking at all night.

He watched as you walked, holding his breath without meaning to. 

As you neared the bed, you reached back to unclip your bra, but you couldn't reach it. “Hwa?”

He was looking at the floor. “Hm?” 

“Can you…” you paused, giving up on trying to get it off. “Take this off of me? It’s really uncomfortable.”

He blinked, his eyes wide. You couldn't see the confusion in his expression, but you heard the shakiness of his tone. “W-what? Your….bra?”

“Yeah.”

He didn't say anything else. He slowly walked over to where you were, and as his fingertips traced the middle of your back, you shivered under his touch.

He unclasped the hook, but held on to both ends of the bra, afraid to let it drop. “It’s done,” he whispered, backing up slightly.

You dropped the bra onto the floor and then reached to take off your skirt. As you slid it down your hips, you heard seonghwa nearly trip over his feet trying to turn away.

“Do you…always sleep naked?” he asked you, looking anywhere but where you were. You were way too drunk to care about what he sees, but you were also too tired to try. You fell onto the bed, your arm covering your breasts and your underwear still on.

“Fuck, y/n,” Seonghwa huffed, finally looking over and doing everything to not look where he shouldn't. He gently reached for the blanket, tossing it over you in one swift motion.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling his presence loom over you. He brushed away the stray hairs on your face and made sure you were laying on your side. 

“.... I’m so screwed,” he muttered, giving you one last look before walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water. 

A cold shower, especially knowing that there was a beautiful, nearly naked girl in the bed just outside the door. 

The cold water ran down his body, giving him a rush of pain. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, biting his lip as his attraction to you only worsened. 

—

After his attempt to cleanse his messy thoughts, Seonghwa stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips. He hesitated before looking over at you, and after he got a good look at your pretty face, he made his way to his luggage, rooting in there for a t-shirt to toss on.

“...seong…hwa,” you moaned. 

Moaned. 

“....y/n?” he whispered, maybe thinking you were awake and needed something. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but that sounded too….sensual than just a normal tone.

“I…ugh,” you groaned, “don't stop, please. H…Hwa.”

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows, dropping the clothes he had in his hands, eyes wide.

“Seonghwa….”

Okay, that was the third time. You were most definitely dreaming about him….

“Oh…my…god.” Hwa gulped, cautiously standing up and backing away as far as he could from you.

Little did he know how detailed your dream was.

—

His hands snaked up your bare hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were on your ear, biting, teeth clashing against your skin. 

He thrusted into you, hard, his hips buckling as he moaned. You cried out his name, back arching, nails scratching. He fucked you hard, his forehead against yours, and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“You like that?” he whispered, his tongue sliding into your mouth before you could answer. His sweat fell on your cheek, and you moaned out his name once more. You weren't sure how you got here, how this came about, or anything. All that mattered was that you were finally with him, the man you always thought you hated.

“…hwa,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

And as he slammed into you with even more force than before, his lips crashed onto yours, his black hair blocking your vision. You wanted more, and more and more—

“Y/n,” 

“Just shut up and keep going,” you cried out.

“Y/N!”

You shot awake, gasping for air as your back hit the headboard. You breathed heavily, realizing that you were dreaming about all of that and that the real seonghwa was standing in front of you, shirtless, with an expression you weren't quite sure you’d ever seen before.

“Seonghwa, what—”

“S..stop it. Don't say my name,” he stuttered, looking anywhere but your body. He quickly tossed a t-shirt at you—his t-shirt. “Just put this on. The guys are down getting breakfast, so we gotta go.”

He quickly walked to his own luggage and grabbed a shirt for himself. You watched him as he tossed it on and slid on his shoes, and with one last awkward glance at you, he left the room in haste.

You were too scared to look down, hoping that you still had underwear on. You weren't too sure if that was a dream or not, but given the way he acted, it made you even more confused.

You felt the wetness between your thighs, clenching them with a sigh. You stood up, tossing on the bra that was laying on the floor as if it was thrown off of you.

After cleaning yourself up a bit, you made your way to the breakfast area on the first floor, immediately noticed by Hongjoong. “There you are! I was worried you weren't going to—” he stopped, noticing the shirt that was way too big on you. “That’s the shirt I got Hwa….”

Seonghwa cleared his throat, shoving a bagel into his mouth to distract himself.

You ignored him and sat down across from him and next to Mingi. You looked up, meeting eyes with the man you thought so filthily about, seeing a swipe of cream cheese on the bottom of his lip. You held back, knowing that it’ll just send you into another spiral if you pointed it out.

But when he stuck his tongue out to lick it off, you felt the tingle in your stomach once more, thinking back at the dream you had, and how his tongue caressed you in more ways than one.

He met eyes with you, his lips parting slightly. His gaze was much different than it ever has been. You've never seen him so….lost. His expression was conflicted, his eyes not leaving your lips.

Wooyoung smirked. “Did you guys fuck or something? What’s with the mood?”

“Wooyoung!” Hongjoong yelled.

“What? I’m just pointing out the obvious,” he shrugged.

“We didn't. Keep dreaming,” Seonghwa muttered lowly, taking another bite of his bagel.

Hongjoong huffed. “I don't want to imagine my sister and seonghwa in that way…that’s super weird.”

“Why?” seonghwa questioned, his tone serious. You looked at him, confused as to why he cared. It seemed like everyone else was just as confused as you. “Ahem, I mean…uh, is it that hard to imagine?” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky, his gaze hopping from Hongjoong to you.

It made your brother laugh. “Well, yeah. You guys hate each other, right?” he took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “It makes no sense for you to even see eye to eye, I couldn't imagine you two in any type of relationship. Maybe her and Mingi, out of everyone.”

Seonghwa dropped his bagel face down onto his plate. “Why Mingi? What’s so special about—”

“I’m right here guys….” Mingi tried to interrupt, but Seonghwa shot him a dangerous glare, causing the gentle giant to hold his tongue.

Hongjoong looked around at the boys awkwardly and picked up his fork to continue eating his eggs. “I’m just saying.”

This was too awkward. You kept stealing glances at Hwa as if he were a magnet. You assumed he felt similarly, because every time you looked, your eyes would meet, and then you would awkwardly stare for a moment too long before looking away.

And when he got up to get more food, you got up, too.

“We need to talk,” you whispered, coming right up next to him as he put a muffin on his plate. “Why are you acting weird?”

He sighed and continued to add food to his plate. “I’m not acting weird.”

As he moved to get a drink from the drink machine, you continued to follow him. “Did I do something wrong yesterday?” you gasped, holding a hand over your mouth as he still ignored you. “Did I kiss you? Dear god, I hope not—”

“No, you didn't,” he said quietly, walking back over to the table.

“Something must have happened, seonghwa—”

He stopped, nearly causing you to bump into his back. “Don't.” he paused, taking in a sharp breath, looking over his shoulder at you. “Don't say my name.”

You frowned in confusion, watching the muscles in his back move as he walked away. You couldn't remember your antics yesterday, but maybe you made him uncomfortable by sleeping nearly naked—he hated you, so you could only imagine how irritated he was.

“Listen, if it was because I was naked, I'm sorry—” 

Everyone at the table looked up as you spoke, including seonghwa. He looked shy, a blush on his cheeks, and he sat down quickly and stuffed the muffin in his mouth.

“Naked?” Mingi laughed, looking from you to seonghwa suggestively. “Sounds awfully smutty, Seonghwa.”

“We didn't—” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “Nothing happened with us.”

“Mhm, okay,” San smirked. “Whatever you say. Anyway, we have a whole day out planned, so you two better get back to your normal selves or we won't have any fun.”

You really needed to talk to seonghwa, but it seemed like you'll be busy the whole day with the boys—and he didn't seem to be very interested in talking to you, anyway.

You tilted your head in curiosity. 

“What are we doing?”

—

The day was eventful.

First, you went to the beach. Seemed innocent, until Seonghwa took off his shirt and got all soaking wet, sending you in a mess of thoughts and a mess below. He would look over at you, and wouldn't look away, paying intense attention to your body in a skimpy little bikini. 

When you went to talk to him, he body-slammed you into the ocean, and normally you would've fumed, but this time, you enjoyed his hands on your bare skin. 

After the beach, you walked along the boardwalk of shops and lots of food. You grabbed a popsicle, licking it without a thought, but when you felt an intense pressure on you, you looked over to see seonghwa looking at you with an expression you've never seen on him. His eyes were focused on your lips, his own lips curled up as he bit them. You continued to eat your popsicle, but couldn't stop looking at him.

When you tried to bring up last night, Hongjoong came over and took the rest of your pop, running away from you like a child.

At dinner, you sat at the far end of the table, as far away as possible from Seonghwa. It wasn't intended, but now there was no way you could talk, as everyone would hear your conversation.

You ate, feeling defeated. Maybe you should just forget about it.

It was still daylight after dinner. As the guys conversed about what to do next, San and Wooyoung decided to go their own way and walk the beach, which was just their code word for “shopping” for girls. Hongjoong agreed with them, shocking you since he was always hell-bent on not going off a schedule. You assumed he was just going to meet that girl he was with yesterday, but whatever, it just meant that you could be left alone with Seonghwa.

After those three left, it was only you, Seonghwa, and Mingi. Hwa stood with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly looking around as you stood outside the restaurant. Mingi was even more awkward, looking at you before speaking.

“Um, I’m just gonna go with Woo and San, so,” he breathed, looking to seonghwa now. “I’ll see you guys back at the hotel tonight.”

“Okay, Mingi,” you smiled. “See you later.”

You watched him leave and then looked at the boy standing next to you.

“So,” you tried to initiate conversation, but seonghwa started walking in the opposite direction from where everyone else went. You followed. “What should we do?”

“I’m going surfing,” he said blandly. “I don't know about you, though.”

“I’ll come with you,” you smiled, finally catching up to him. He let out an aggravated groan as you walked close to him. “Do you even know how to surf?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, I do.” 

“I’m just saying,” you noted, shrugging as you followed him. “You’re too….dainty. I feel like if you fell off you’d break every bone in your body.”

Seonghwa didn't react in any way you were hoping he would. Instead, he kept walking silently, until you reached the part of the beach where the surf shack was. Wetsuits were laid out, ready to be picked up, and surfboards stood tall through the sand and against the building. You stared in awe as you approached, seeing that there was no one else here but you two.

Finally, alone at last. 

“Grab a suit if you’re gonna do this,” he pointed to them, raising an eyebrow when you stood there anxiously. “What? Don't you know how to surf?” he mocked.

You kicked at the sand, your hands behind your back. “Pff. yeah, of course, I….no. I don't.” you pleaded with your eyes sweetly, despite all of the dirty things you wanted to do to him. “Could you please teach me? Pretty please?”

He held his own suit close to his chest as he looked down at you. “Why should I?”

You stepped closer to him, causing him to step back cautiously. “Because I’m pretty?”

“Oh honey, who lied to you?” he joked.

“Please, Seonghwa?” you stressed his name, hoping to break him. You watched his eye twitch as you said it, reminding you of earlier when he told you not to say his name.

“Seonghwa seonghwa seonghwa seong—”

“Okay, fine! Jeez,” he huffed, tossing you a suit, only for it to hit you in the face. “Get dressed.”

You walked into the shack with him, going your separate ways at the locker rooms. Everything went smoothly until you tried to zipper the suit up, only being able to get it halfway. You pondered on asking seonghwa for help or completely turning into a contortionist, but after failing to do it yourself, you gave up and left the room to ask him.

Seonghwa stood amongst the surfboards, his lean body looking delicious in that surf suit. You nearly drooled looking at him.

“Hey,” you started, slowly approaching him as he picked out a board. “Can you help me zipper this?”

He turned to you, his expression conflicted as he saw you. You turned around, showing your exposed back, causing him to clear his throat. “O..okay.”

His delicate fingers brushed against the skin of your back, nearly causing you to shiver. You felt his breath hit the back of your neck as the zipper moved up and up until he zipped it completely.

“....There,” he said, swallowing. “You’re all good.”

He didn't move his hands until you pulled away from him, turning back around to face him. The silence was deafening, so you decided to break it.

“Seonghwa, about last night, what exactly happened—”

“Let’s just get started before the sun goes down,” he interrupted, looking anywhere but your eyes. “We’ll talk later.”

That was good enough for now. You watched him try to pick out a board, but he seemed extremely nervous. After a good bit of time, he grabbed a pink one, causing you to smile. Pink suited him so much, more than he’d probably like to admit.

“Let’s start with some basics,” he spoke smoothly, tossing the board down onto the sand. “Get on it. On your stomach.”

You lay down on the board, looking up at him for more directions. He taught you how to paddle with your arms, explaining that you'll have to dive under the waves sometimes if you were okay with doing that. You couldn't look weak now, especially not to him. So after the little training lesson, you were finally in the shallow water, sand already in every nook and cranny of you.

“Try to keep balance,” he said, his voice raspy. It wasn't the time to turn you on, but of course, he could do it just by his voice. “Keep your chest up.” his hand caressed your back, down your spine.

You looked up at him, his wet hair dripping down his face. You held back, as much as you could, from pouncing on him.

But when you fell off the board and got stuck underwater, you’ve never seen him so concerned before.

He grabbed you under your arms, pulling you back up and holding him to you while you coughed. You were perfectly fine—maybe a little too much water in the ears, but it was the least of your worries. What you cared about was the look on his face and the way he caged you to his body.

“y/n?” he rushed his hand over your face, pushing away your drenched hair so he could see you. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, blinking away the salt that infiltrated your eyes. Seonghwa noticed your distress and gently rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb. 

“Don't rub your eyes,” he pushed your hand away, still not letting you go from his embrace. “You'll make it worse.”

“It hurts,” you mumbled, causing his look of worry to worsen. True, the salt started burning your eyes, but you couldn't get enough of his caring touch—maybe because he’s never shown this side of himself to you.

He took in an anxious breath as he looked around. “Maybe we should get back to the hotel,” he spoke softly, the sound of water filling your senses as you looked at him. 

Everything about his appearance aggravated you—from the way his midnight hair draped his face, dripping with water down his cheeks, to the way his normally judgemental eyes seemed gentle and sweet. He looked kind, the type of man who would worship his lover like a queen, and all the time knowing him, you tried your hardest to only see him in a negative light.

Now, as he held you in the cold, sparkling ocean as the sun was setting, all you saw was your reflection in his eyes and all you felt was the undeniable pull to be with him. To touch him. To kiss him. To tell him that maybe, just maybe, you’ve always had a piece of him in your heart.

“Seonghwa, I…” you paused, ignoring the burn from the salt water. You watched his lips as they slowly parted, his eyes wide as he picked you apart. They looked at you differently, like they never looked at you before, and you wanted him to never stop looking at you. 

The distance between the two of you was nonexistent—you saw every drop of water on his skin, and you were certain he was able to gather the meaning behind your gaze. If he did, he didn't say anything—he only looked back at you with those entrancing irises of his, a look you’ve never seen from him. He waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, but you had nothing else to say.

As your lips neared his, you heard his breath get caught in his throat, and you felt his embrace tighten around you. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling, hoping that he would be the one to lean in and meet your lips.

He didn't. 

Instead, his hands trailed down your back, the pink surfboard still floating next to you despite being forgotten. His breath was shaky as he touched you, but the moment ended too quickly as he shook himself out of his trance.

“I um, we should, you know,” he nodded towards the beach, even though you weren't too far out. “We should get back to the room.”

You slowly blinked at him, watching his expression stay the same despite the change of mind. He coughed, letting go of you, but then he grabbed your hand and the board before pulling you to shore.

The walk back was quiet. He didn't let go of your hand until you got back to the surf shack, and he reluctantly let go knowing you had to change.

You both were silent as you looked at each other, but the ache in your chest convinced you to break this tension.

Before you entered the changing room, you quickly turned back around to face seonghwa, who still stood with that….sex-charged expression on his face.

“….Stop looking at me like that,” you hummed, your chest heavy as he breathed in deeply. He looked at you with those bedroom eyes of his, half of his wetsuit already off. He looked deadly, which didn't help your desire.

He swallowed hard but tried his best to remain calm. “Like what?”

You took a step closer, reaching back to your zipper to pull it down just a little. You shrugged it down your bare shoulders, making sure he got to know that there was nothing else but you under that wetsuit once again.

And when you got as close as you could, you said the words you knew would be life or death for him. 

“Like you want to fuck me,” you shrugged, acting all cool even though you were falling apart by the second. You were lucky you were at the surf shack at such a late time of day, and that no one else was here except you. 

He choked on air, stepping away from you until his back hit the wall. You noticed how his chest rose and fell as he breathed in, and how delicious it would be to just lick him all over….

“I…” he gulped, but his eyes lingered on your shoulders and the curve of your breasts. “I don't know what you mean?”

You smiled through your haze, mind focused on getting to the bottom of his sudden change of attitude towards you. You reached out, gently guiding your hand down the plain of his chest, down his slim, but muscular waist. Oh, you couldn't get enough of him already.

You smirked. “Then tell me why you’ve been eye fucking me all day, or at least what happened last night, so I can understand.”

He blinked fast, looking from your lips, down your neck, to your bare shoulders. 

“You…” he took in a sharp breath as your hands trailed down his body. “You sleeptalk.”

“I know that already,” you whispered, looking into his captivating gaze. 

He leaned forward slightly, veins popping in his neck as he strained against his judgment. “I mean, you…kept moaning my name. I…I couldn't take it anymore….I can't take it anymore. Every time you speak I just want to fucking shut you up with my mouth for fucks sake.” he huffed, subconsciously gripping your hips as he grits his teeth. “You so annoying, so damn annoying, I can't—”

“Then take me,” you spoke against his lips. “Fuck me. Just like you did in my dreams.”

His forehead pressed against yours as you pushed him further against the wall.

“And how did I do that?” he growled, his fingertips tugging at your wetsuit. “Was I rough? Gentle?” he paused, lips pressed to your neck. “Did I make you say my name, or was that all you with that filthy little mouth of yours?”

You couldn't speak as his lips glided down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked on the skin there, roughly, causing you to suck in a sharp breath and run your hands through his dripping-wet hair.

You moaned, biting his earlobe. “I want you to tear me apart.”

He smirked against your skin, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

“Rough it is, then.”

Without warning, he bit his lip hard as he pulled your wetsuit right down to your ankles, the water from his hair dripping onto your bare shoulders. He nearly growled as you stood in front of him, naked as ever, his gaze darkening before gripping the back of your neck to pull you to him.

As he sucked on your neck, you pulled down his suit with aggression, not quick enough for the hunger in both of your souls. His hot breath tickled your skin, his hands clawed at your hips, and his lips begged to kiss yours as you shoved him against the wall once again, skin on skin. He breathed heavily, his eyes dancing from your breasts to your waist, to your lips.

You gripped onto his hair, staring into his eyes for a moment before you locked your lips with his, tasting the saltiness of the ocean and the sweet warmth of his saliva. Your tongues fought for their lives, dancing as you deepened the kiss. Foreheads slamming, hands invading space. It was all over for your sanity the minute his long fingers glided against your core, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing gently. His kisses were rough as his fingers delicately touched you, fueling the fire within you even more than it already was.

“Seonghwa,” you moaned against his ear, causing him to move his hand faster with a grunt. “Push them in me.”

He hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled his hands away for a moment, only to suck his fingers in front of you before shoving them into you, curling them up inside you. You arched your back against him, crying out as his lips found yours once again.

He kissed you deeply as he made love to you with his hands, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside of you—but it wasn't enough. You bit his lip sharply as he fingered you, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I need your cock in me. Now.” you licked his jawline, watching him squirm in your embrace. 

His cheeks were flushed red as he looked at you, his eyes looking as if he were intoxicated. “I…fuck,” he sucked in a breath, kissing you as his fingers moved faster and faster. “Okay.” 

As he pulled his fingers out of you, he licked them once more, his eyes on yours seductively. 

“You taste so good.” he moaned, his mouth parted. He then lifted you up, walking you over to the table of waxed surfboards in the middle of the room. Shoving everything off with one hand, he threw you onto the wood, causing you to let out a little grunt.

“You’re so sexy,” he leaned over you, slamming your hands above your head before silencing your moans with a rough kiss. “So fucking sexy, you have no idea how long I wanted to shove my dick inside you.” His words were like gasoline to your fire, causing you to cry out in a whimper for him to do exactly what he said he would do. You kept your mouth shut as he tugged you to the edge of the table, lining up his hard-on to enter you.

After a look of longing, he spit onto his fingers and rubbed them onto his cock and your heat, his chest falling and rising with his heavy breathing. He then buried himself inside you, deeply, causing your breath to hitch. He was even bigger than your dreams, tearing apart your expectations of his skills. You tried your best to free your arms from his hold, but as he moved in and out of you, you had lost the desire to escape it. You really liked the feeling of his fingernails tearing into your skin.

“Ah,” he whimpered, his hips rocking quickly, his eyes shut tight. His thrusts were deep, not slowing down for a second.

Your legs curled around his shoulders, his one arm holding your hands and his other piercing into your ankle. He grunted as he pumped into you, tearing at your insides, feeling him fill you up. “Hwa,” you groaned, back arching in pleasure. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He grunted in response, speeding up faster as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him quiver inside you, precum dripping into you without a care. You loved the feeling, you didn't care about the risks in the moment. 

You climaxed without warning, your legs tightening around his head. He kept muttering your name over and over again against you, kissing the skin of your ankles as he continued to fuck the living shit out of you. You started to see stars as he nearly cracked your spine, and right before he nearly came, he flipped you over onto your stomach without ever leaving you.

Your face was shoved against the wood of the table, the sweet smell of sex enveloping your senses. You cried out his name as he gripped onto your hips, moving faster as his own orgasm came close. His lips met the small of your back, his fingers gripped your ass with haste. 

“I’m going to come,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. “Can I come in you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Come inside me.”

As if your words stirred something within him, he immediately moved in shorter movements, his grip on your ass tightening as his orgasm came. His breathing shallowed as he came into you, filling you up with his cum. You let out one last moan as you felt his warmth, and he kissed the back of your neck as he finished.

He pulled out of you slowly despite how rough he was—he could've been rougher, but you didn't want him to think of you as the insane slut everyone thought you were.

Even though you only ever slept with others because you couldn't have him.

And now…..what comes next?

He helped you sit back up to a normal position, and when he saw the dark, purple bruises on your neck and collarbone, he gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry,” his fingers gently brushed against your hot skin as if he didn't just totally destroy you. “I kind of….went crazy, didn't I?”

You smiled up at him in a daze, both your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and enjoyment. “I like crazy.”

He paused, standing proudly in front of you with that delicious body of his. You sighed in contentment, a lazy smile on your lips. “I dreamt of this. Literally.” you reached out to him, pulling his lips down to yours. He kissed them softly, opening his mouth wide as he made out with you. You didn't want to pull away, but as the thought of you both having sex in a public surf shack came to your mind, you pulled away quickly, startling him.

“Um, so,” you laughed awkwardly. “Should we head back now? We are kind of in a public place….”

Seonghwa looked around, smirking as he leaned forward on the table, kissing you once more. “It was kind of thrilling, not gonna lie.”

You leaned into his embrace, his hands caressing your back romantically. “So,” you whispered against his lips. “We should get back. And this time, you better sleep in the bed with me.”

“Oh, baby, I plan on doing more than just sleeping.”

—

After countless rounds of ‘sleeping’, you ended up waking up late in Seonghwa’s embrace, his lips pressed against the curve of your shoulder as he held you. He quite literally rocked you all night long, and you even discovered his love for reverse cowgirl—making him come within two minutes of the fifth round.

Now, as you lay in his arms while he slept, you finally felt content. He was all you ever wanted, even though your words said otherwise this whole time of knowing him.

“Hey,” you turned around in his embrace, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Seonghwa.”

“Hm?” he grumbled sleepily, his eyes blinking open to meet yours. 

You smiled, running a hand through his messy hair. “We should get up. The others are probably waiting for us in the lobby.”

“Ugh, why?” he groaned, holding onto you tighter. “ I don't want to leave this bed today. Or ever.”

You giggled, pecking his lips. “Come on, Hwa. I really would like to get a tan on the sand today.”

His eyes were wide open now, but he blinked slowly from his sleepiness. “We barely got any sleep,” he huffed, shoving his head into your shoulder. “And I can't kiss you in front of everyone, I can't wait the whole day to touch you.”

You grinned chaotically.

“Who says we have to hide it?”

—

“Dear lord,” Wooyoung huffed, sitting with his arms crossed at the beach. “Are they ever going to stop and come up for air?”

Your friends sat on towels on the sand, while you sat on Seonghwa’s lap as you made out with him. His hands gripped your face as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, both of you having no care for those around you. 

“I knew this was going to happen,” San mumbled with a smirk, elbowing Wooyoung playfully. “Just let them have their fun. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Pfft,” Woo scoffed, looking at how seonghwa touched you.

 “I always thought I would be the one tapping that.”

“Wooyoung shut the fuck up.”

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Silent Love: Master-List!

Master-List:

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When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. For something in exchange, of course.

Under one agreement, that is.

CW: Alternate Universe - College/University, Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

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༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ Reader here on Ao3 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter One: 14k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-���︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ New Roommate(s)

“… “I can’t deal with your sobbing when I’m trying to go to bed because he broke your heart again.” It’s the reason you're moving out, actually. That's being mean, it isn’t the reason why you’re moving out. But, it definitely is one of them…”

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Two: 9k words.

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"...Maybe you imagined the whole thing, you were up really late and could’ve been sleep deprived. You can’t, right? That’s impossible, you’re not crazy. Besides, if you’re not imagining it, Yuuji had to have heard, right?..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Three: 11.7k words.

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"...You yell at the door. It’s way to fucking early to be dealing with this shit, why couldn’t he bother you in the afternoon? You glance at the clock on your counter, the numbers ‘2:57 PM’ glaring back at you, oh shit. Okay, fine, maybe it is time to get up..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Four: 26.6k words.

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"...You weren’t necessarily dreading this moment, but you aren’t looking forward to it. Things are just back to being silent between you two. Now, you have to follow him around like a lost puppy..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Five: 10k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ "Good Guy."

"...You feel your stomach drop. Sukuna presses his lips together, his eyes moving up and down your frame, before naturally looking at the women besides him. He can see your expression sour from the corner of his eye, and it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Six: 27.1k words.

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"...Uruame nods, placing the things on the table. “Of course, I’m here for Sukuna.” They place the final item, and you quickly observe they’re the ingredients for cookies..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Seven: 34k words.

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"...“Shit! Sukuna why didn’t you—“ If possible, your stomach twists even harder. The space next to you is empty, void of any form of existing life other than a messy pillow. You feel your eyebrow twitch, before punching his pillow. That fucking lying ass son of a bi..."

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[dreamcreatorsworld]

Play With Fire

Pairing: Hyunjin × Fem. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: MDNI, spitting, kissing, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, pet names, crying, begging, unprotected sex (don't do it), breast sucking, reader has small tits and she feels insecure about it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You and Hyunjin were enemies. You found out you'll be roomates for this year.

You have just entered college. You go to the principal's office to take the key for your dormitory, and after getting in, you see your biggest enemy: Hyunjin. "Oh, great. The worst roommate I could ever have."

"I could say the same thing." You roll your eyes.

He rolls his eyes back, and he crosses his arms, looking you up and down. "Looks like we're stuck together this year."

"Oh, no, that's not gonna happen. I'll try to convince the principal to put me in another room."

He scoffs and shakes his head. "No, you won't. The principal knows me, and he knows I always get into trouble. You won't be able to convince him. It's too late now. You're stuck with me."

"Ugh, I can't believe this. Why do you always get into trouble?" You feel annoyed.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your annoyance. "Oh, you'd be surprised, you have no idea how many teachers and staff are scared of me. And that's how I always get what I want. But don't worry, I won't cause too much trouble while we're together. Unless you provoke me, that is."

"Me provoke you? It's usually the other way around." You cross your arms.

He raises an eyebrow and steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "Oh, is that so? I'm pretty sure I can make you do whatever I want, using the right words and the right attitude. And let's not forget, I'm physically stronger than you. So you'd better watch your mouth, sweetheart."

"What? You're gonna hit me?" This is so funny. He thinks you're scared of him.

He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. "Not just hit you. I can do much worse than that. I can make your life hell if I want to. So I suggest you keep that smart mouth of yours shut and be a good little girl. I won't hesitate to discipline you if you step out of line. Got it?"

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. "Just leave me alone. Even if we're roommates doesn't mean we have to talk."

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms again. He seems unfazed by your attitude. "Fine by me. I don't need to talk to you. I just wanted to give you a warning, that's all. And just so you know, I'm above resorting to physical force of you don't listen to me. So keep that in mind, sweetheart." He smirks, his eyes locked on yours.

"Stop calling me sweetheart, jerk!" You've been in this room for only five minutes, and he's already acting like a jerk. You can't believe you'll have to spend a year with him.

He laughs, clearly enjoying your irritation. "Oh, I'll stop calling you sweetheart when you'll stop being so damn annoying. But I can't promise you I won't call you other things, sweetheart. After all, I know how to push all your buttons. You're just too easy to rile up." He grins and steps closer again, now standing directly in front of you.

"We'll see that." You say, raising your head so you can look at him in the eyes.

He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He's much taller than you, towering over you. "See? That's the spirit. You're feisty, I like that. But remember, I'm the one in charge here. So don't forget your place. I can make your life miserable if I want to." He says it with a cocky smile on his face.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna unpack my things now, so... bye, I guess." You take your luggage and enter in your room, shutting the door, making a loud sound.

He watches you go in your room, satisfied with a smile on his face. Once you close the door, he walks over and leans against it.

You open the door. "What do you want now?"

He grins, seeing that you came back out. "I just wanted to check on my new roommate. Make sure she's settling in nicely." He says with a sarcastic tone, leaning against the doorframe.

"Haha, very funny." You say, with a sarcastic tone.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your sarcastic attitude. "I'm not trying to be funny. I'm just stating the obvious. You're stuck with me for this year, whether you like it or not. And trust me, I can be a pain in the ass if I state to be. So get used to it." He says, walking away from the doorframe and entering your room, uninvited.

"You're already a pain on the ass. Now get out of my room." You try to push him out, but it's useless. You're too weak.

He laughs as you try to push him out. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I just want to have a chat with you. There's no need to get so defensive." He sits down on your bed, making himself comfortable.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about? Your 20th girlfriend?"

He smirks, clearly amused by your question. "Oh, I have a lot to talk about, sweetheart. But let's start with my 20th girlfriend, that's a good place to start." He leans back on your bed, looking at you with a cocky grin.

"I was being sarcastic, in case you didn't notice. Can you get out now?"

He feigns surprise, putting his hand on his chest. "Oh, I noticed. But I just can't help it but find your sarcasm amusing. And you know what? I'm not leaving until we had a proper conversation. So sit down and shut up for a minute, will you?"

"How can we have a conversation if I have to-?" He interrupts you by pulling you by your wrist and making you sit on your bed.

He then moves closer to you, sitting next to you. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He says, his arm resting behind you.

"Well? You wanted to talk, right? Start, then. The sooner we begin, the sooner we'll end."

He chuckles, amused by your impatience. "Alright, I'll start. But you better listen carefully." He says, looking at you intently. "You know, you're quite cute when you're all angry and defensive. It makes me want to tease you even more."

You laugh. "Are you trying to flirt with me or what?"

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your reaction. "I don't know if I'd call that flirting. More like annoying you." He smirks, enjoying the fact that he's making you laugh. "But if you want to think that way, sure. I guess I am trying to flirt with you. Or maybe I'm just being annoying and trying to get a rise out of you. Who knows?"

"OK, so let me get this straight: you've been a jerk since I met you, and now you're telling me I'm cute? Are you insane?" That sounded a little rude. But it's nothing compared to all the shit he used to tell you.

He smirks, noticing your rudeness but not taking it by heart. "Maybe I am insane. But you have to admit, you do look cute when you're angry. And I'm not just saying that cause I want to annoy you." He moves even closer to you, his body now pressed against yours.

"I'm not trying to be cute."

He grins, enjoying your reaction even more. "Oh, come on, you're no fun. Are you jealous that everyone else gets to see me?" He says, his voice lowering slightly as he looks at you with a smirk.

"Jealous? What are you talking about? You think... I like you?" You say the last sentence with a disgusted tone.

He feigns hurt, putting a hand on his chest dramatically. "Ouch, you wound me. I thought you liked my attention. I thought you were enjoying having me all for yourself." He says with a pout, trying to act like he's being sincere, but you can tell that he's just messing with you.

"Stop messing with me." You poke his forehead.

He laughs. "Oh, come on, don't be so serious. I'm just having some fun." He says, leaning down against the bed again. His hand still resting on your thigh. "You're no fun when you're all grumpy and angry, you know."

"I thought I looked cute." You say, turning around to look at him with a smirk.

He blushes slightly, not expecting you to turn around and look at him like that. He tries to hide it by pretending to be nonchalant. "Yeah, you do look cute when you're all annoyed. But that doesn't mean I like seeing you grumpy all day." He says, trying to pretend he's not been affected by your smirk.

"If you don't like to see me all grumpy, then you should stop being an asshole."

He groans, knowing that you're right. He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows you're right. "Fine, fine. I'll try to be less of an asshole. But you can't expect me to be nice all the time. It's on my nature to be a jerk." He says with a smirk, his hand moving up and down your thigh slowly.

"Stop touching me!" You hit his hand.

He laughs, enjoying your reaction even more. "Why should I stop? You're so fun to tease." He says, ignoring your request and continuing to run his hand up and down your thigh, his fingers gently tracing your skin.

You hit his hand again.

He chuckles, not even flinching this time. He grabs your wrist and pins you against the bed, trapling you underneath him. "Careful, princess. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep hitting me like that." He says, a smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

"You really think I'm scared of you?" You look at him with boredom.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your lack of fear. He leans in closer, his face only a few inches away from yours. "Oh, you should be. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to. You're cute and all, but you're not as strong as you think you are." He says with a cocky grin, his hand still holding your wrist.

"And... how are you supposed to overpower me?" You're still looking at him with boredom.

He leans even closer, his body now pressed against yours. He uses his other hand to gently brush a strand of your hair out of your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Oh, I have many ways to overpower you. But I'll save that for another time. For now, I'm enjoying having you pinned down like this." He says with a smirk, his hand slowly moving down to your waist.

His touch makes you shiver. You don't know why you're looking at his lips. They look so fucking juicy.

He notices your shiver and smirks even wider. He sees the way you're looking at his lips, and he takes it as a sign that he's getting to you. He slowly moves his face closer to yours, his lips just inches away from yours. He can feel your breath on his skin, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "Do you like what you see, princess?" He whispers, his hand moving up to your cheek.

You shake your head to wake you up. You then look at his eyes. "What are you doing?" You ask with a mad tone.

He grins at your response, finding your annoyance amusing. He doesn't move away from you, his body still pressed against yours. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm just enjoying the view. You look so cute when you're all worked up." He says, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

"Stop touching me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll spit in your face."

He laughs, not intimidated by your threat. He leans in even closer, his face just inches away from yours again. "Oh, you're threatening me now? How cute." He says, a smirk on his face. He seems amused by your stubbornness. "But I don't think you have the guts to spit on my face." He says, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, gently gripping it.

You did it. You didn't think twice. You spat on his face, and he got off you. You laughed at him.

He was not expecting you to actually spit on his face. He wipes the spot off with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. "You... you really just spat on my face!" He said, his voice full of desbielief. "That's it. You're asking for it now." He says, standing up and towering over you, his eyes narrowing.

You just couldn't stop laughing. "Awww... you're so cute."

He rolls his eyes, his annoyance growing even more. "Cute? Cute?! You just spat on me, and now you're calling me cute?" He says, his voice rising slightly. He is trying to stay calm, but he is clearly irritated by your reaction.

"Yeah. You're cute when you pretend to have power on me." You laugh again.

He clenches his jaw, trying to control his anger. But your laughter is only making him more frustrated. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes burning with a mix of annoyance and something else you can't quite place. "Pretend? I'm not pretending. I am the one in control here. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to." He says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then, why don't you do it?" You say with a smile on your face.

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing even more. He hates that you're not taking him seriously, that you're not afraid of him. "You think I won't? You're just asking for it." He says, taking another step closer to you, now standing directly in front of you. He towers over you, his body practically trapping you against the bed.

"Getting closer to me won't make you more powerful." You're really enjoying the sight of him annoyed.

He grits his teeth, clearly struggling to control his anger. He can see the amusement in your eyes, and it only fuels his frustration. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" He says, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

"Now you know how I feel." You feel relieved after giving him what he deserves.

He lets out a scoff, still holding your chin. He looks down at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying making me angry." He says, his voice full of irritation.

"Yes, I do. I really enjoy seeing you trying to control your anger, but you're clearly failing." Your smile widens even more.

He grits his teeth again, trying to maintain his composure. But your smile and your refusal to take him seriously is making it increasingly difficult for him. "I'm not failing, I'm just..." He stops himself, realizing that he is actually starting to lose his cool. He lets go off your chin, taking a step back. "You're really pissing me off, you know that?"

"I tried to get you out of my room, but you insisted on having a conversation. So this is what you get." You said proudly.

He glares at you, his annoyance growing even more. He can't believe you're being so defiant and stubborn. "Oh, so now you're trying to act all innocent? You spit on me, and then you say you tried to get me out of your room?" He says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"Whatever. Can you go out now?"

He hesitates for a moment, still clearly annoyed with you. But he sees that you're starting to get impatient, so he decides to comply. "Fine. I'll go, but don't think this conversation is over. We'll continue this later." He says, turning to leave the room.

A few hours passed. It was 3:30 pm now. You go out of your room to eat something.

Hyunjin was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He heard the door open and close and looked up to see you coming out of your room. He couldn't help but notice how relaxed you looked compared to earlier.

He watched you as you made your way to the kitchen, his gaze following you intently.

He found your actions quite odd, considering what happened between you two before. He couldn't help but feel ignored by your behavior.

He got up from the couch and slowly made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps soft against the floor.

You put a cake in the microwave. It was almost ready. You were begging for it to finish before Hyunjin arrived.

Hyunjin leads against the wall outside the kitchen, his eyes still fixed on you. He could see the tension in your body as you anxiously waited for the cake to finish baking. He chuckled softly, amused by your desperation. "You're making it look like you're about to explode. What are you even making?"

"A cake." You respond with a calm tone.

He raised an eyebrow at your calm response, he was expecting you to be more nervous or defensive after your earlier interaction. "A cake, huh? Is that why you're making such a big deal out of it? It's just a cake." He says, taking a few steps closer to you.

You take a deep breath. "Why can't you leave me alone, Hyunjin? It's not like you have to come with me every time I get out of my room."

He stops in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you, his expression slightly annoyed but somewhat amused. "Oh, I don't have to? You think I'm bothering you?" He says sarcastically. "You're the one who stormed out of your room and started avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you. It's just..." You don't know what to say. At that moment, you heard the microwave beep, so you took out the cake.

He watches you as you take out the cake, and he watches closely while you cut it. He takes a step closer, now standing behind you. "Oh, really? So you're just ignoring me for no reason, then?" He says, his voice low and close to your ear.

"I thought we said we wouldn't talk to each other."

He leans in even closer, his body now pressed against your back. He reaches out and takes a piece of the cake, eating it slowly. "And yet, here we are. We're talking." He says, his tone casual but still with a hint of amusement. He watches as you plate the cake.

"Do we really need to have this conversation while I have a knife in my hand?"

"Oh, feisty. Are you gonna threaten me with a knife now?" He takes another bite of the cake, his eyes still fixed on you.

You take another deep breath. "Just leave me alone, please."

He can see that you're getting frustrated, and it only makes him more intrigued. He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you two even more. "And why should I do that? You're the one who started this little dance of avoidance." He says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, holding your hand with the knife in it.

You let go the knife, and you turn to look at him. "Hyunjin..."

His grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. "Yes? What is it?" He asks, his tone still somewhat irritated, but now there's a hint of curiosity mixed in.

"Why do you keep trying to talk to me? Aren't we enemies since we first met?" You're confused. You don't understand what he wants from you.

He lets go off your wrist and crosses his arms again, his expression growing serious. He looks you up and down, as if contemplating his words before speaking. "Enemies? That's a bit harsh, don't you think? I wouldn't say we're enemies." He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting yours. "I just... I find it difficult to stay away from you, that's all."

"Why?" His words confuse you even more.

He sighs, his irritation fading slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, looking almost frustrated with himself. "Because you're... different. You're not like anyone I've ever met before. You're stubborn and strong-willed, and... I don't know, intriguing. I can't explain it." He admits, his voice softer than before.

"Hyunjin... do you... like me?" You asked, still confused.

His eyes widen slightly at your question, and he looks away, avoiding your gaze. He's silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. "I... I don't know. I don't think I can say I like you, exactly. But there's something about you that's... intriguing, yes. I found myself drawn to you in some way." He says, still avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that because I like you. But if you don't like me, it can't work." This time, you're not confused. You're sure of what you're saying. That's why you said it with a very calm tone. You feel like you have nothing to hide. It's true, Hyunjin was a jerk with you, but you have fun when you tease each other. You always knew that there was something between you two that was... special.

He looks at you, his expression caught between surprise and disbelief. He didn't expect you to say that. His heart skips a beat, and he feels a rush of conflicting emotions. "You... you like me?" He asks, his voice softer than before. He tries to keep his composure, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Uhm... yeah. Why shouldn't I?" You smiled at him. Your heartbeat is increasing its speed.

He stares at you, his eyes scanning your face. He can see the smile on your lips, and it makes his heart race even faster. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "I... I don't know. I just didn't expected you to feel that way about me." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hyunjin..." You cup his cheeks with your hands. "Kiss me."

He's caught off guard by your sudden request, but he doesn't resist. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. "Are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently grabs your wrists, his fingers gently carressing your skin.

You didn't even respond to his question. You kissed him.

He lets out a soft gasp against your skin as you kiss him. He returns the kiss eagerly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He kisses you with a mix of surprise and desire, his hands roaming over your body.

Damn, he's so tall. And you were right: his lips are juicy.

He chuckles softly against your lips, noticing your struggle to reach him. He leans down slightly, making it easier for you to kiss him. He pulls you even closer, his hands now roaming over your hips and your lower back, his touch firm but gentle. "You're a bit short, aren't you?" He teases, his voice low and husky.

"You'll never stop teasing me, will you?" You say, looking at him with a smile on your face.

He grints back at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Probabily not. It's funny to see you getting all flustered." He says, pulling you even tighter against him, his arms now wrapped around your waist. He looks down at you, his gaze roaming over your face and body.

You blush, he never looked at you like that.

He notices your blush and can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. He loved seeing you blush, and the sight of your flushed cheeks only fuels his desire on you. "You're so cute when you blush like that." He says, his voice a low murmur. He lifts his hand to gently move a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"I'm sorry for spitting in your face." Actually, you think it was funny, but you feel like you need to apologize.

He laughs, a genuine laugh this time. He's not offended at all. In fact, it's just a funny memory to him now. "Oh, that? Don't worry about it. I deserved it, really." He says, still smiling. He lifts his other hand and gently pokes your forehead. "You really have a way with your words, you know that?"

You smile in response and you give him a kiss on the nose.

A small blush creeping onto his cheeks. He doesn't expect you to be so affectionate, but he likes it. He takes a moment to just admire your smile, his gaze lingering on your face. "You're quite the tease, you know that?" He says, his voice still soft and low.

"Yeah, but it's your fault. As always." You can't stop smiling at him. He's just... Hyunjin. And that's enough to make you smile.

He chuckles again, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock annoyance. "My fault, huh? You make it sound like it's all my doing." He says, pulling you even closer against him, his hands now resting on your hips. He looks down at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I just bring out the best in you."

"I'd be happy to see you trying."

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, really? You want me to try and bring out your best behavior?" He says, his hand slowly trailing up your sides, his touch light, and teasing.

"Maybe..." You bite your lower lip.

He hums in response, his fingers now tracing patterns on your skin. He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "You're gonna have to be a good girl, then, if you want me to try." He whispers, his voice low and seductive.

You love it when he calls you with pet names.

He notices your reaction and chuckles softly, enjoying the way you react to his words. "You like it when I call you that, don't you? Calling you 'good girl' has you all flustered." He says, his lips now trailing over your neck, his kisses feather-light and teasing.

You moan in response. His touch makes you shiver.

He grins against your skin as he hears you moan. He knows he's got you under his spell now, and he loves it. He nips at your neck gently, his teeth scrapping against your skin. "God, you're so easy to tease. You're so sensitive."

He teases, his fingers now tracing circles on your waist. "You sure you can handle it, sweetheart?"

"I could ask you the same question." You love to challenge him.

He laughs, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're really testing my patience, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours now. "But I like it when you challenge me. Makes things more fun."

"Wanna continue this conversation in bed?"

His eyes darken as you suggest that, and he grins. "Are you asking me to take this to the bedroom? He says, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers gripping your skin lightly.

You blush. Maybe you didn't have to ask him something like that. "Maybe it's too early to do that..."

He chuckles again, noticing your blush and the hint of regret in your voice. "No, no, it's not too early. I just like teasing you." He says, his tone playful and slightly smug. He takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your body before he speaks again. "But I won't lie, the idea of taking this to the bedroom does sound appealing."

"So, what are we waiting for?" You pull him by his wrist, but he doesn't move. "What's wrong?"

He raises an eyebrow at your sudden tug on his wrist, but he doesn't resist. He lets you pull him towards the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nothing's wrong, I just want to take my time with you. I want to savor this." He says, his voice low and seductive as he sits down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"What-what are you thinking of?" You're a bit nervous.

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over your face, noticing your nervousness. He smiles gently, his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. "Just thinking about all the things I want to do to you. I want to make you feel good." He says, his voice low and suggestive. He pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed together.

"I'll take everything you give me" You really want to do this.

He grins, pleased with your response. He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. "You're so eager. I like that." He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling and kissing at your skin. His hands move up your sides, slowly sliding under your shirt.

His hands are cold on your hot skin. You love the feeling.

He notices the shiver that runs through you as his hands touch your skin, and he smirks against your neck. He continues to nip and kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving up your chest. "You're so sensitive. It's adorable." He says, his voice low and amusing.

"Take it off..." You were referring to your shirt. You want him to suck your breasts.

He grins at your request, his eyes flickering down to your chest. He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you, revealing your bare skin to him. "So impatient."

He says, his voice laced with desire as he looks at you. He leans down and starts kissing your collarbone, his lips moving lower and lower until he reaches your chest.

A moan escapes your lips when you feel his tongue licking your left nipple.

He smiles against your skin as he hears your moan, his tongue continuing to tease your nipple, licking and sucking gently. His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place. "You sound so pretty when you make those noises." He says, his voice a low grow.

He continues to lick your left nipple while he touches your right tit. "Sorry."

He pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a smirk. "Sorry? For what? For making those pretty sounds? I don't mind at all." He moves his hand from your breast to your chin, tilting your head up so you're looking directly at him. "In fact, I like it. I like knowing that I'm the one making you make those noises."

You want to tell him you're not sorry because of the noises, but you don't wanna ruin the moment.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, and he notices that you don't say anything. He pauses for a moment, studying your face before speaking again. "Hey, are you okay? You're quite all of a sudden." He says, his tone softer now. His fingers are still gently carressing your chin.

"Yeah. I'm fine, why did you stop?" You really want to tell him why you're sorry, but it's too embarrassing.

He notices your reclutance to tell him, and he frowns slightly, a look of concern in his eyes. "You're not fine. You're avoiding answering my question. And you look embarrassed. Why?" He shifts so that he's sitting beside you on the bed, his hand moving to rest on your thigh.

"I'it's nothing, I swear!" You know he won't go on, unless you tell him what's wrong.

He studies you for a moment, not convinced by your claim that it's nothing. "Come on, you can tell me. I won't laugh or judge you." He says, his voice gentle but firm. He squeezes your thigh slightly, trying to coax you into telling him the truth.

"My breasts... they are so... small." You don't want to look at him. You just ruined the moment.

His expression softens as you admit your insecurity about your breasts. He moves closer to you, his hand moving to cup your face and make you look at him. "Hey, look at me." He says softly, his hand gently stroking your chin. "Your breasts are perfect just the way they are. Don't ever think they're small or something else negative.

"Yeah... but... it's true... they're small... I don't even wear bras cause I don't need them..."

He can't help but chuckle softly at your confession. "And that's why they're so perfect. I don't care if you don't need a bra. They still look great."

"Sorry for ruining the moment." You feel so stupid every time your insecurities ruin a happy moment.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm just glad you told me the truth. I want you to feel comfortable around me, and if your insecurities are holding you back, I want to help you work through them." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks, Jinnie." Your eyes are watering. He can be so sweet if he wants to.

He notices the tears in your eyes, and his expression softens even more. He reaches our with his other hand and wipes a tear that has escaped. "Hey, don't cry. You don't need to thank me. I'm just being honest with you." He says softly, his thumb gently carressing your cheek again.

"Do you want to continue?"

He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to push you if you're still feeling insecure. "Are you sure you're okay with continuing? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I want to go on." A little smile appears on your face. You want him.

He smiles back at you, glad that you want to continue. "Okay, but if you start feeling uncomfortable at any point, tell me, and I'll stop. Okay?" He says, his hand still on yours as he looks at you with a mix of concern and desire in his eyes.

"Okay." You're feeling relieved and ready to continue.

He leans in closer to you, his gaze fixated on your face. "Good, I want to make you feel good, and I'm going to make sure you do." He moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him again. You don't know how, but you end up on top of him. You take off his shirt and admire his abs. Your fingers are tracing circles all over his body. Then you kiss him once more. You can feel his hard cock under you.

He lets out a low moan, his body tensing slightly under your touch. When you feel his hard cock underneath you, he grips your hips, pulling you even closer to him. "You're not playing fair, you know that?" He says with a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire.

You giggle. The kisses are now going down his neck.

He tilts his head back to give you better access, his breathing growing heavier. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" He says his voice low and gravelly. He pulls you even closer to him, his hands moving up to your waist as he tries to control himself.

You feel like he wants to grab your ass, but he's not sure of doing it. So you take his hands and guide them to your butt. "There." You moan.

He can't help but squeeze your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're playing with fire, princess." He says, his voice rough and strained. He looks up at you with a mixture of frustration and desire in his eyes.

"I think I'm burning already." You stop giving him kisses when your lips arrive to his pelvis.

He moves one of his hands to your hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. "You're a tease, you know that?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, grabbing his waistband.

"Yeah, go ahead." He says, his voice a little breathless. He watches as you start unbottoning his pants.

You manage to take them off. "Damn, it looks so long." You can see his cock even without taking off his boxers.

He can't help but let out a low growl as you comment on his size, his cock twitching in his boxers at your words. "You're not playing fair, you know that, right?" He says again, his voice strained.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll have your turn later." Your fingers slowly pull down his boxers, and your eyes widen. Yep, I was right. It's very long. I think you'll have to prepare me before putting it in me."

He can feel his face flush with embarrassment and arousal as he watches you look at him in awe. "You're not making this easy for me, you know that?" He says, trying to sound annoyed, failing miserably. He can't deny the fact that he's enjoying this as much as you are.

"Yeah, I know. It's time to take my revenge." You grab his cock with both of your hands and you start moving them up and down.

"Damn it, you're going to be the death of me." He says, his voice hoarse and strained.

"Relax, baby. Just enjoy." Your hand's speed increases, and you can hear beautiful sound coming from his mouth.

Hyunjin tries to realx, but it's difficult when you're touching him like this. His moans become louder and more frequent as you speed up, and he can feel his body trembling with pleasure. "God, you're driving me crazy." He manages to say between gasps, his eyes still closed.

"Good to know." You try to seem relaxed, but in reality, you're excited. The sounds he's making are making you wet.

Hyunjin notices your relaxed expression but can also sense the excitement in your voice. He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smirk on his face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He says, hai voice slightly teasing.

"Yes, honey." You reach your max speed. You can see he's shaking a little bit.

Hyunjin feels like he's getting g closer to the edge, but he tries to hold back. "Fuck, princess. You're gonna make me come." He manages to say, his voice strained and shaky.

"Don't hold it back, honey. I want to see you cum." Your voice sounds relaxed, but you're screaming in the inside because of the excitement.

Hw let's out a low groan and arches his back, his cum spilling onto his stomach and your hands. "Such a beautiful mess." You whispered.

Hyunjin tries to catch his breath as he comes down from his high. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're so damn good at that." He says, his voice still shaky.

"Thank you." You giggle. "Your turn now."

Hyunjin smirks at your words, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? You think you can handle me, princess?" He says, looking at you with a cocky expression.

"I don't know, let's find out."

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, and he reaches to grab your hips, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I like the sound of that." He says, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He looks up at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

He touches your pussy. He can feel the wetness even with your pants on.

Hyunjin slides his fingers under the waistband, gently rubbing against your sensitive skin. "Damn, you're soaked already."

"Take them off." You say, breathy.

Hyunjin grins at your command. He slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare skin to him. "Better?"

"Not yet. You still have to take off my panties."

Hyunjin' eyes darken at your request, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so? You want me to take off your panties too, huh?" He asks, his fingers moving to the hem of your panties.

"Please..." You can't wait to have him inside you.

Hyunjin's smirk grows wider as he hears your pleading. He slowly takes your panties down, exposing your naked body to him. "You're so desperate, princess. I like it."

He slides two of his fingers inside your pussy with no advice. "Ah..."

He curls them slightly, searching for that sweet spot that he knows will make you moan. "You're so tight and wet... I can't wait to be inside you."

He slides a third finger in, preparing you for his cock. "Fuck."

Hyunjin slowly starts to slide his fingers in and out of you, slowly stretching you for him. "You're so beautiful like this, taking my fingers like a good girl."

His speed increases, and you dig your nails on his shoulders. "Oh my..." You're almost breathless.

Hyunjin winces slightly as you dig your nails on his shoulders, but he doesn't stop. He keeps up his pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with increasing speed and force. "You line that, huh? You like when I touch you like this?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"Yes... it's so good..." You feel like you could cum at any moment.

Hyunjin can feel you're getting close, and he grins, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I can tell you're close. You're getting all tense and tight around my fingers. You're gonna come for me, aren't you, princess?"

"Yes, fuck!" You came. Your juices wet his fingers. He puts them in his mouth and licks them.

"Mmm, you taste delicious. But I want more. I want to feel you around my cock."

"I'm ready. You choose the position." You look desperate. There's nothing you want in this world more than Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily. He slowly pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. "I want you on your knees, princess. I want to see that pretty little ass of yours in the air."

You do as he says. When you're in the position, he slaps your ass. "Ouch!" You gasp in surprise.

Hyunjin enjoys the way you squirm under him. "You like it when I spank you, don't you? Such a naughty girl." He says, his hand coming down to give your ass another slap, a little harder this time.

"Damn!" It felt so good.

Hyunjin smirks at your reaction, loving the way you respond to his touch. He runs his hands over your bare skin, caressing you gently before spreading your legs wider. "You're such a sensitive little thing. I can't wait to feel you around me." He says, his eyes locked on your exposed pussy.

"Come on, Jinnie! Do it! I want to feel you inside me!" Your desperation increases.

Hyunjin chuckles at your desperation, enjoying how much you want him. He positions himself behind you, his body pressed against yours. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Patience, princess. I'm gonna take my time with you. I want to savor every moment." He reaches down between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your sensitive folds.

Your pussy clenches around nothing.

Hyunjin notices your reaction and grins. He pushes a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're so tight and needy. You're practically begging me to fill you up."

"In fact, I am. Please, Jinnie!"

Hyunjin chuckles again, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster. He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the bed as he continues to work you open. "Such a needy little thing. I love it when you beg like that."

He gives you another smack, leaving his handprint this time. "Ah!" Your hips roll around nothing. How can he be so patient? You're fucking dying waiting for him.

Hyunjin groans as you squirm under him, your hips moving desperately. He can't help but admire your desperation, his own desire growing stronger. "You're so damn cute when you're all needy like this. Can't take it anynmore, can you?"

"No, Jinnie, I can't take it anymore. Please!" Tears start falling down your cheeks. You look pathetic.

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat at the sight of your tears. He slowly down his movements, running a hand through your hair. "Shh, don't cry, princess. I'll give you what you want. Just be patient a little longer, okay?" He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his fingers still moving inside you.

You're so desperate you think you're gonna cum again. "Jinnie..."

Hyunjin can sense how close you are, and he smirks against your skin. He can feel clenching around his fingers, and it's driving him crazy. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it. Just a little longer, baby. I want to see you come undone for me."

"Fuck!" I came for the second time.

Hyunjin groans as he feels you clench around his fingers, his own body reacting to your release. "God, you're so beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this all day." He pulls his fingers out of you and uses them to wipe up some of your juices.

"Can I taste it?" You've never tasted yourself. You're curious.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surprised by your boldness. But he can't deny the fact that he's tempted to let you taste yourself. "You want to taste it? Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes, please." You turn to look at him, waiting for his permission.

Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, still surprised by your request. But he can't deny the desire that runs through him at the thought of you tasting yourself. "Okay, but you have to do exactly as I say, understand? No touching yourself or trying to do anything else without my permission."

"Alright, Jinnie. I'll be a good girl for you." You don't know, how cringe that sounded, but you couldn't care less.

Hyunjin grins at your words, amused by your egaerness. He moves closer to you, his face inches away from yours. "That's a good girl. Now, open your mouth for me."

You do as he says.

Hyunjin takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your mouth open and waiting for him. He gently places his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste yourself. "Good girl. Now, lick them clean."

You start licking them. You moan in pleasure. It tastes good.

Hyunjin groans as he watches you lick his fingers, enjoying the sound of your moans. He can't help but be a little bit turned on by how submissive you're being. "Good, you're so eager. You like the taste of yourself, don't you?"

You hum in response.

Hyunjin pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirling around them. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you sucking someone else. "You're being such a good girl for me. Keep going, don't stop."

You continue licking, and after a few minutes, he pulls them out. A thread of saliva conncects your mouth with his fingers.

"God, you're such a good pet. I could keep you like this all day."

You give him a kiss on the cheek. You didn't have a reason to do that. You just wanted to do it.

Hyunjin is surprised by the kiss on his cheek, but he quickly recovers and turns his head to look at you. He gives you a soft smile, a rare display of affection from him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? First, you beg me to taste yourself, and now you kiss me on the cheek. You're a mistery, princess."

"You know what's a mistery for me? Your cock. I want to know how it feels on me. Can you put it on me now, please?" You look at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surpirsed by your boldness. "Are you sure you want that, princess? You want me to put my cock on you?" He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours.

"Yes, please. I've been a good girl, I deserve it, right?"

Hyunjin's resolve weakens at your words, and he can't resist the way you beg for it. He gently cups your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "You have been a good girl. But don't think I'm going to make you feel so good, princess."

"I'm ready for that." You go back on you knees, ready to take him.

Hyunjin lets out a low growl as you go back on your knees, his eyes fixed on you. He watches as you prepare yourself to take him, his own breath growing heavier with anticipation. "That's a good girl. Get ready, then. I'm not going to hold back."

He teases with his tip on your entrance.

Hyunjin teases you with his tip, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're so eager for me, aren't you? Can't wait to feel me inside you, princess?"

"I need you, baby. How can you be so patient?"

Hyunjin smirks at your impatience, loving how needy you are for him. "Oh, I'm not being patient. I just want to see you squirm a bit more before I give you what you want. You're so cute when you beg, you know that?"

He smacks your ass again before sliding his cock inside of you. You can't stop moaning.

Hyunjin lets out a low groaan as he slides his cock inside you, the feeling of your tight walls around him making him dizzy with pleasure. He grips your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he starts to move. "God, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me. You're made for this, princess. Made for my cock."

His movements become faster, and your moans become louder. "So good."

"You like that, don't you? You like how I'm filling you up, stretching you out. You're my good girl, aren't you? You're mine."

"Yes, I'm yours, Jinnie. I'm your good girl." You were pathetic but happy cause you're finally with Hyunjin. You've always fantasized about doing things with him while touching yourself. Even if you'd never admit it, you'd always thought Hyunjin was sexy. Even though he was a jerk.

Hyunjin feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him as you call him Jinnie and say that you're his. He loves the way you're so eager to please him, how willing you are to submit to him. He grips your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, princess. You're my good girl. Mine to use, mine to do whatever I want with. You're mine and no one else's."

"Jinnie, I'm so close..."

Hyunjin can feel you getting close, and it drives him even wildly. He speeds up his movements, his hips slamming into you with a renewed fervor. "That's it, princess. Come for me. Come for me and let me see how good you look when you come."

"Jinnie..." Here it comes... "I love you!" You came.

Hyunjin covers your belly with his cum.

He runs a finger through the mess and brings it to your mouth, pressing it against your lips. "Taste it, princess."

"You taste much better than me." You say, after sucking his fingers.

Hyunjin grins at your words, his gaze darkening with desire. "Is that so? I'm glad you think so." He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your neck.

"Should we have a shower? We're both sticky."

Hyunjin chuckles, a mishievious glint in his eyes. "A shower sounds like a good idea. We can wash each other, princess. I'll make sure you're nice and clean." He gets up from the bed and offers you his hand, pulling you up with him.

You both enter in the shower. When you finished, you changed your bed sheets and you slept together.

Hyunjin lays down on the freshly changed bed sheets, pulling you close to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. "You're so warm and soft." He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. "I could stay like this forever."

"Hyunjin." You turn around to look at him. "I love you."

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat as you look at him with those loving eyes. He cups your face in his hands, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. "I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world." He pulls you closer, his arms tigheting around you as he holds you tightly against him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he speaks again. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

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Part 2???

[mazojo]

Oh Lenore and Annabel the ship you are !!!

[alacalledusually]

Enemies to lovers cliche

[dreams-and-drabbles]

I have scaramouche brainrot save me 😭 can u PLEASEE PLSSS do enemies to lovers collage au (maybe roommates in it? Idk) for him 🧎🏽‍♀️🛐 ty 🙏🙏

(idk if u do that anon emoji thingys but if u do can i be this 🥟 plleaseeee :) )

[🥟 ] The anon emoji idea is genius, actually! I’d never have thought of it, but yes! I’d be more than happy to write some enemies to lovers ✨ ((Fun fact: Enemies to Lovers and Slowburn are my favorite tropes))

The Feud

It was a shame you couldn’t pick your own roommate, you thought while glaring at the note stuck to the fridge in annoyance.

(( If only you weren’t in a position where sharing a space was financially convenient… Kunikuzushi was kind of an ass, and you rarely ever saw him.))

It was written in a messy scrawl, but the message on it had your brow twitching in irritation.

‘I moved all your junk to the left side. The right side is mine.’

You’d never even picked sides!!! Maybe it was petty, but the next time you went to the store you bought quite a few groceries, enough so that they carried over into the right side of the fridge.

After you’d returned from classes, the day after your grocery splurge, yet another note was stuck to the fridge. It was written in that infuriatingly messy scrawl that belonged to your roommate—

‘Thanks for the food, but I’m not a huge fan of spicy things. I took the liberty of gifting the curry to a friend. ‘

You grasped at your hair in frustration, yanking the note off the fridge and flinging it into the trash can angrily.

The audacity!!!! Truly, you were beyond pissed!!!

You decided to just let the fridge thing go, so you could focus more on your classes. You had no time whatsoever for a feud with your roommate…

That was until—

You stared at the pillows on your couch, irritation flaring through your form. They were light blue, and while they didn’t clash horribly with the couch’s pale gray, it still pissed you off.

You went shopping again that weekend, buying a cheap blanket to throw on the couch. It was a powder blue blanket, white paw prints spread across it, forming a design.

The next week you were swamped with classes, and barely left your room for things other than to use the restroom and grab food.

When you finally stepped out, you saw a giant fox plush sitting on the couch. It was white and gray and had the most irritatingly adorable button eyes…

You wanted to kick it, but it was rather cute…

Your roommate was stepping up his game, it seemed. You weren’t about to be outclassed, which was how you ended up at your favorite cheap furniture store yet again…

This time you bought a lamp, its base was a pale gray and the shade was light blue with clouds printed across it. You set it on the table, a victorious smile on your face.

This time, you left your own note—

Beat this! :3

You were quite proud of your handwriting, and there was absolutely no way your roommate could top that.

You left the room the next morning, your eyes widening at the figure in the kitchen. There was a wide spread of food across the kitchen table, and was that a vase…with flowers?

Your roommate turned around, a smirk on his face as he waved at you.

“I took your challenge to heart, it seems. Join me for breakfast?”

You stared at the food display with wide eyes, before nodding dumbly, and sitting down.

The two of you ate in silence, until you opened your mouth to speak—

“I’m cooking dinner, then.” You said, your tone slightly clipped. Your roommate smirked at you, his pale gray eyes narrowed.

“Fine. It’s a date, then.”

Your cheeks burned at the implication, but surprisingly, you didn’t protest….

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

no one:...

me: BUT LISTEN LISTEN.... THE FIRST THEY MET WAS AT THE AIRPORT AND THEN THE SEASON ENDED W THEM IN THE PLANE

AND HE SAID "A LITTLE BIT... OR A LOT "🥺

[dandelion-jester]

they were roomates.

And then they fell out after the rightous one found out the other one was a necromancer and ruined his life, so they don't see each other for ten years, only to both end up in the same cursed valley. And the necromancer has been told to kill his old and only friend.

Oh my god they were roomates.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Baby Stardust

Summary: Steve and Eddie are roommates, they bump heads, clash, annoy the shit outta each other, it’s not till a random baby is left on their doorstep that they start to get along. 

Authors notes: if got this fic idea from this post by @boldlyvoid on tumblr. I read it and the ideas just started running rampant in my brain and i needed to write immediately.

merry christmas :)) <3

Warnings: themes of child abandonment, alcohol use, drug use, suggestive language?, swearing, mentions of suicide, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of domestic violence, violence, anxiety, depression, HOMOPHOBIC THEMES (internalised homophobia primarily), ANGST all the fucking way, will contain smut (male masturbation & sex - though not graphic), babies?, drugs I think, Christmas?, alcohol, mentions of alcohol abuse, panic attacks - i don’t know if i missed any, so please tell me if it did :) 

you can find this fic below : 9 parts, 43.6k words

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there is also a playlist for this fic if you'd like to listen :

happy reading <3

don't forget to reblog! its always appreciated :)

[umilily]

i'm back. (and i didn't commit murder, but it was close.)

[bonchobrick]

Jason: You fucked up the silver ware is gone!

Danny: Well im sorry i was hungry because you ate my goddamn ecto sandwich!

Jason: What. What do you mean you ate the fuckin silverwa—ECTO SANDWICH???

Danny and Jason end up being roommates in Gotham and neither actually really get along.

When Danny makes a special Ecto Lunch for himself and puts it in the fridge Jason goes Ecto hungry and eats it. Danny gets that, he really does- Ectoplasm can be so hard to get on the mortal plane, but goddammit that was his fucking lunch!

Jason's upset because the fucking silverware keeps disappearing (Danny accidentally ate it), it's not in the dishwasher, it's not in the sink, it's fucking gone!

And now all both team Phantom and the Bats ever hear about from the two of them is their awful fucking roommate and by god, something needs to be done. It's torture.

[readbyruby]

review: The first time I read this I overlooked the third act conflict, falling in love with the story can make a girl blind. Giving it some thought, the only 'bad' thing I didn't like was the last 10%.. spoiler: third-act breakup that made no sense

pointers:

The first chapter is now my favorite chapter of all time. I could reread it every day and still find myself blushing uncontrollably

'Oh, she plays video games. She's not like other girls'

POR FIN we get a male Spanish-speaking character. I've grown tired of the girl poc x white guy

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

“𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥” - 𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟑

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚝!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐆𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 | 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤

*total fic is 15K - dropping daily

6.8K <- the first chapter is the longest 🩷

𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓎𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 - 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙/𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖑𝖊

⚠️warnings contain spoilers⚠️

Mean!Rafe, Bully!Rafe, bulling, Rafe is an ass, name calling, degredation, swearing, drinking, smoking, drug usage, kissing, praise, size kink, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), rough oral, multiple orgasms, spanking, violence, fighting, ownership kink, pet names, multiple POVs, violence, gore, horror, stalking, blood mentioned, gaslighting, lovers to enemies to lovers, reader is quick to forgive, mentions of mutual masterbation, teasing, cheating, possessive Rafe, jealousy

*grammatical errors in the text chain are intentional

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: Sweetheart!Reader isn’t from the OB. She met Kiara (roomate) at college and quickly became friends with the Pogues. The group decided to join the reader, working at Camp Salem which she attended every summer since she was little. After junior high she became a camp counselor herself. Sweetheart!Reader is just that, a sweetheart. She’s a lover-girl and quick to forgive. She’s hard to read regarding her sexual experience—her sweetness is irresistible to Rafe. He fantasizes about corrupting her and stripping her of that. Sweetheart!Reader wears her heart on her sleeve, making her the perfect target for her bully, Rafe Cameron.

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: Canon-wise this Rafe is the closest to Season 1 Rafe. He is the definition of touch starved, touched but untouched, craving intimacy because it makes him feel better, even if it's just for a few moments. The only awful thing he did in his past in this AU is to be an asshole to the Pogues. He and the Kook trio are serving community service hours assigned from the university at Camp Salem after getting in trouble for something at the end of the last school year (undisclosed drinking violation). This being something they couldn’t pay their way out of.

Reader’s POV:

“I thought he was on archery duty,” Kie mumbles as you look down from the lifeguard tower on the 6’2” nightmare of a man strutting toward the water. He sets the whistle in his mouth, hands resting on his toned hips, his stupid backward cap on his perfectly quaffed head of hair. Rafe motherfucking Cameron.

“Him and JJ wouldn't stop arguing… Mrs. Mazie was worried one of them would…” You let your voice trail away as you mimic drawing the bow back, shooting and arrow straight at Rafe.

“Fair. That tracks,” Kiara laughs weakly—nothing surprising either of you anymore.

This is where I go to find peace. Where I go to make a little extra cash for the summer. Camp Salem is mine, and it always has been. Rafe’s whistle screams through the noise, making all heads turn to him just like he likes. Always and forever the center of attention. “No roughhousin’. Aight? I’m not gonna rescue your ass. If you drown, you drown,” he barks, fishing a fresh spliff out from behind his ear, replacing it with his whistle.

“What the hell is he doing?” You scoff in disbelief as he lights up a smoke in front of the kids. You hear a wolf whistle come from the woods. Rafe turns over his shoulder with a smile, ignoring the swimmers as he watches Kelce and Topper hike toward the shore with a cooler.

“What do you think’s in there?” Kiara groans, but you both know the answer. Beer.

“Rafe, are you kiddin-”

”Shut the fuck up,” he stops you before you can even start chewing him out, pointing his big fingers and lit joint up at you before taking another drag. “M’fuckin’ thirsty. Okay? It’s 100 fuckin’ degrees, princess. Have some goddamn compassion,” he taunts through a thick cloud of smoke, catching a beer as Kelce lofts it in the air, the brunette quickly cracking it open.

“Isn’t this the kinda shit that got him in trouble in the first place?” You backchat to Kie, catching Rafe’s ears as well.

“The fuck you talkin’ out of your ass for like you know me. Huh?” He spits.

“I was talkin’ to Kie.”

“If you've got shit to say, you can say it to my face... Ya know, scratch that. I vividly remember tellin’ you to shut the fuck up.” Your mouth falls open in disgust, the sour expression on your face making him smile smugly. “You hear me that time, or are you hard of hearin’, sweet cheeks?”

“Loud n’ clear,” you sigh and roll your eyes away, returning your attention to the water to do his job.

“Rafe,” Kelce calls out, taking a few steps back with the football. Rafe runs closer to shore, right in your line of sight, slamming the rest of his beer as he runs. He crushes the can in his fist before catching the ball, making the two boys whistle and cheer.

“Your can, Rafe,” Kiara scolds pointing to the litter wedged in the sand.

“Think you got it, Kie,” he taunts, leaving it behind for Kiara to clean up out of spite. She flips him the bird, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, grumbling something about him being a useless asshole.

Why is he so fucking awful?

𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀…

"Do you know where you're going?" You whisper out of the corner of your mouth, grabbing the door for Kiara. The two of you press through the university doors, walking with the flow of traffic.

"No fuckin' clue," she chuckles. "I don't remember shit from orientation."

"Neither do I," you sigh, adjusting your book bag strap nervously.

"Hi, y/n." The sound of his voice sends you into a tailspin. Your breath hitches; heart, racing wildly.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Relax. Just relax. "Hi, Rafe," you smile, looking toward his deep voice, but he’s already down the hall, lost in a crowd of frat boys, vanishing behind the lecture hall doors.

"That was... Well... Umm-" Your roommate teases.

"Shut up-”

"Hard to watch," Kie continues mockingly. "You know… I know Rafe all too well. That's Sarah’s older brother. He’s a mess, y/n. A literal walking red flag: drug dealer, cliché frat boy douchebag, daddy issues up the ass, sex addict… A fuck boy, at the very least. Are you sure you even wanna mess with that?” She looks back at you in disdain that you even showed the slightest bit of attraction in the first place.

“All I said was ‘he was cute,’” you correct her, ambling toward the same lecture hall as Rafe, feeling your excitement rise.

"Yeah… Sure”

“What does that mean?” You scoff.

“You gave him “the eyes”,” she knocks. “You like him, which is fine, I guess… He’s just gonna be a fuckin’ problem for you. A big problem. HUGE. Mark my words. You did not choose an easy one.”

“I didn’t choose anyone…”

“Yeah? Well he chose you,” she adds cautiously as you walk through the doors, the two of you matching Rafe’s baby blues—the man clearly waiting to catch your eye again. The two of you walk toward the group of frat boys sprawled out in the back. Rafe slaps the guys next to him, whispering something that has them pushing down a couple seats.

Rafe’s gaze trails up your body as smirk rolls across his lips. Holy shit. You swallow hard, feeling your cheeks warm up. “Hi, Rafe," you breathe.

"Hey, Y/n," he welcomes you warmly.

"Can I sit here?"

”’Course you can,” Topper jumps into your conversation, speaking before Rafe can. Rafe furrows his brows, his glare cutting over to his friend. Jealousy? Maybe he’s interested. You take a seat in a desk, Rafe quickly adjusts to move a little closer, his muscular arm skimming yours.

“You settling in, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Sweetheart. Me? Rafe gives you a sinful smile before wetting his plump bottom lip. He shifts slightly, letting his knee-graze yours as well. You hadn't seen him in a week. He was on campus helping his sister move into the dorms, sweetly offering to help you carry in your largest box when he saw you struggling in the stairwell. It was a small gesture, but honestly you've thought about it ever since.

“I am. Thank you,” you smile, going to speak again but you’re cut off by your professor's voice booming through the room.

"Oh, hey," Rafe whispers, not the least bit concerned about class starting. You look over at him, catching his flirty smile as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. “Before I forget again. Can I get your number?”

“Mhmm.” is all you can manage as you fumble for your phone and your words.

"You comin’ by the frat on Friday?"

“Friday? Yeah. Sure… Is there a party?”

“Yeah. First week of school. Of course, there’s a party. We should get together before then, though. What are you doin’ tonight?"

Tonight? "Oh. I-”

"I can stop by your dorm?" You feel his touch again as his rough finger brushes your thigh ever so slightly. “Just to hang out. We can relax, watch a movie, get to know each other better," he rasps. “Nothin’ more. Aight? I can tell you’re nervous, princess. I don’t wanna make you nervous,” he assures. Damn, that sounds like a lie, leaving his lips. His perfect fucking lips.

Damn… I'm in trouble.

“I’d love that.”

Rafe’s POV:

Atta girl.

Fuck, she’s hot. And she knows it, too. Those legs, that dress, those fuckin' tits… She sneaks little glances at me out of the corner of her eye, positioning her body to get even closer. She’s a good girl. So damn good. I can tell she's a sweetheart. She’s gotta be a virgin… Or is she? Either way, I can’t wait to show her a thing or two. I’m gonna ruin this girl. It’s been a week since I saw her last. I was hopin’ I’d see her on campus, get her number, set somethin’ up. Shit… This is the best case scenario.

Finally… I look up at the clock as it ticks to the top of the hour. I watch as she stands up from her seat, her little dress catching on her upper thighs. “I’ll see you later, Rafe,” she coos. “Nice to meet you, Topper.” She brushes her dress down, skirt shifting over her ass as she walks. Ugh, she's fuckin’ mine.

“Nice meetin’ you too, sweetheart.” Topper calls and I roll my eyes.

“Can you not read the room, Thornton. She’s taken,” I gloat as I watch her and Kie walk toward the steps. She glances back at me, giving me a wordless invitation. You want me to chase you, princess. I can do that.

“Taken? By who?”

“By who?” I mock him, scowling in disgust. “You that dumb?”

“Damn, she’s sexy,” Topper sighs blissfully, ignoring me completely, just provoking me. I throw my elbow at him, catching him in the gut.

“The fuck did I say?” I snap through a raspy laugh letting only a fraction of my annoyance bleed through. “Stop pushin’ me, Top.”

“M’just sayin’,” he laughs as he gathers his things too.

“No shit she's hot.” I scoff as I stand up, heading out before any of the boys can catch up with me. “Stay in your fuckin’ lane, bitch.”

"Where are you off to, Cameron?" Topper yells through the lecture hall.

"Guess, buddy,” I smirk at him before passing through the doors. Y/n seperates from Kiara. Thank, god. She looks from the left to the right, settling on the right. "Wrong way, sweetheart," I call. Y/n turns on her heels, the corners of her pouty lips curling into a smile. "You're looking for your next class. Yeah? Freshman math?”

"Mhmm. Yeah... Will you help me?" She questions. "I don't remember anything from orientation."

"Of course," I smile warmly as she looks up at me. "You know the professor’s name?”

“Shell-Shell something….”

“Shellenberger.”

“I think so.”

“Well, sweetheart. I think you're right. Stupid fuckin’ name. How are you supposed to remember that shit? Huh?” I laugh lightly, making her return a giddy, nervous giggle in agreement. She pulls out her schedule and I bite back a smile as I watch the paper quiver slightly in her trembling hand. “Mhmm… Over here." I rest my hand on the small of her back, guiding her in the right direction.

"Shit," she grumbles, tossing her gaze down in defeat. "I'm such a freshman.”

"Nothin’ wrong with that. You’ll figure it out," I breathe, brushing my hand lightly over the top of hers. Y/n takes a little breath, biting her glossy bottom lip between her teeth at the slightest bit of contact between the two of us. Shit. She’s stunning…

We round the corner, stepping toward her next class. “Well thank you, Rafe,” she smiles as she steps away again but I reach out for her hand, leading her back to me.

“You got a few minutes?” I ask, my question making her beautiful eyes sparkle as her body pulls closer and closer as I take the opportunity to lead her away from the crowd. "It’s been like, what, a week? I’ve been thinkin’ about you a lot,” I mumble. She takes a little breath, trying to think of something to say but she’s a little too flustered. “You're beautiful.” I lose her completely as she glances away bashfully before returning her eyes to mine.

"Thank you, Rafe," she murmurs. Shit. I can get used to that... My name sounds so good on her lips.

"So, am I gonna get you alone tonight?" I ask, making her eyes widen and flutter.

“Oh. Umm… Yeah. I think I can talk Kie into leaving,” she whispers delightedly.

"That’s great news, sweetheart. Just perfect," I smile as I rest my hand against the wall, moving nearer, giving us a little more privacy. “I’d ask you to come to the frat house but it’s pretty crazy right now. And I think Top has a crush on you too. Can’t have that...”

She scrunches her cute nose, clearly uninterested in him, still playing sweet regardless. “I think he was just bein’ nice.”

“Nah… You shoulda heard him talkin’ about you when you left. I mean he’s my buddy, but the guy’s a dog. Ya know?”

”Really?”

”Mhmm… Don’t worry. I had your back. Thornton’s a dick… I set him straight.”

”Thank you,” she smiles sweetly.

“‘Course. Well, I’ll see you tonight. Hmm?” I ask, watching as her smile creeps a little wider as she hugs her books a little tighter.

“See you tonight.”

Reader’s POV:

Your mind starts to race as the movie continues, each passing minute drawing the two of you closer and closer. Rafe smirks down at you, watching your cozy shorts ride up on your thigh as you move your leg just over the top of his. His large, ringed hand traces over your skin, gripping you tight.

The night’s played out like a game of checkers; Rafe, waiting on you to make your move before he made his next, careful to not skip ahead or go too far. He’s been nothing but a gentleman, but that hunger inside you wishes he would just push all that aside. Should I just go for it? I can’t help but get caught up staring at his lips. Kissing on the first night… Is that too forward? Damn. I don’t think I’ve focused on a second of this movie.

The scenes blur together, your thoughts flurry your mind as your heart pounds louder than the sound of the movie. The rapid beating thumps in your ears, embarrassingly so. You look up at him, wondering if he hears it as well, but he smiles at you sweetly. “You alright, princess,” Rafe asks, his voice deep and husky, making your stomach flutter at the sound. Just go for it... If you don’t do it now, you'll regret it. I’ve heard the way the girls on campus talk about him—seen the way they look at him. If I sit here and do nothing, he’s gonna find someone who will…

You sling your leg over fully, taking a seat on Rafe’s lap as your sexual tension boils over. It’s like he was already waiting, his large arm quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer, his other hand drifts into your hair, twisting in your strands, taking you by surprise when his lip crash into yours. You gasp; lips parting slightly, letting Rafe’s tongue slips between, making all your tension melt away.

You match his pace, slowing down with him, savoring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. A low groan escapes him, landing on yours lips, sending chills down to your spine, straight to your throbbing core. Rafe pulls back slightly, leaving you panting, searching for him. “Fuck, Rafe," you breathe in a voice you've never used before as he latches onto your neck; sucking, licking, bitting, making you tilt your head back. He chuckles sinfully against your skin, lighting you on fire before softening his touch completely, working his way back up to your mouth. His kiss-swollen lips ghost over the top of yours, brushing softly.

"I really like you," he hums. “Fuck. I like you a lot, princess.”

"I like you too, Rafe."

”You do?” He croons, the timbre of his voice torturing you.

”I do,” you whisper as you fingers scratch into the hair at the nape of his neck, subtly pulling him in but he hangs back.

"It’s late. What is it? 2 am?" Rafe smiles against your mouth, teasing you shamelessly. He knows exactly what you want but he’s holding true to most of his word from the earlier in the day. “I said we were just hangin’ out, baby. We already went too far…”

“You’re teasing me,” you whisper.

“What? Did you want more?” He asks as his big hand slips under your sweatshirt, tracing your lower back.

“I do,” you whisper needily.

“Mmm’guess, we’re just gonna have to get together tomorrow. Huh?”

“No. I-” You answer quickly. “No…”

“No?” He bullies you, giving you that old money laugh. “You don’t wanna hang out with me, sweetheart?” Rafe whispers warmly against your hot skin.

“You know what I mean,” you sigh, finding yourself at the crossroads between frustration and lust, completely dizzy with the thought of him. Fully consumed in Rafe Cameron. Every part of you wanting every piece of him.

“Tomorrow?”

"Tomorrow," you sigh.

It’s only been a month but, fuck, it feels like longer. I’ve gotten to see him interact with his frat brothers and other girls and it just feels different. He’s so cold and gruff but when he’s around me it’s like that icy exterior melts away. It’s addicting getting to see this side of him— like it’s reserved for me and only me.

There are moments, though… moments where I question if I’m all he wants. I mean, I can tell he likes me, but it’s almost like he’s keeping other girls on standby just in case. Whenever I see him in the hall, he’s always stepping away from a conversation with a different girl or setting his phone face down on the desk before I take a seat… And, it’s moments like that where I get more and more unsure…

Rafe can see it too. I swear he can hear what I’m thinking because he’s quick to assure me I'm way off the mark. He says all the right things, swearing up and down that he’s only interested in me. It’s hard to deny that way he looks at me—the way he touches me: tender and rough, ebbing and flowing between the two leaving me like putty in hands. It’s hard to deny that fact when our talks get deeper and deeper. He confides in me. He tells me things I have to promise not to tell anyone else. I can see him letting his guard down. He’s a very different Rafe than the world knows. He’s my Rafe.

I don't want to be casual. I don't want to be one of “his girls”. Kie said he has daddy issues… Maybe that's why he’s too afraid to commit to us—to me.

Every night I’m pulling myself away right before I take it any further just waiting for his actions to match his words. But it’s getting harder… It’s next to impossible to push aside my urges. I've touched his body; felt the deep ridges of his abs under his shirt, the muscles of his broad chest pressed against the palms of my hands. I've stroked his thick cock over his grey sweats, sucking his tip through the fabric, getting us both off just grinding on his lap alone.

Maybe that next level of intamacy is the connection we need. Maybe sex is all it’ll take. I'm not a virgin. What am I holding out for anyways? Maybe if I give him what I know he wants he’ll be all in. I want him—but I want to feel secure. I want his eyes to stop wandering. I want to be everything he wants. I just don't think I am.

BEEP. BEEP.

You look out your dorm room window as Rafe leans out of his truck with a smile, beckoning you to come outside. You gather your things, running down the stairwell, before making your way out the front door. Rafe’s eyes rake over your body, taking in the view as you walk toward his ride.

He hops out just before you make your way there, pulling you into his arms, looking down at you with a smile. “Damn, you look so fuckin’ pretty,” he praises breathlessly, leaning in for a kiss, claiming your lips. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, tummy fluttering with excitement. You smile against his lips, breathing a similar sentiment against his, praising how handsome he looks in his crisp white shirt and jeans. “Thank you, princess. You ready to get outta here?” He asks, popping open his passenger’s door, taking your overnight bag off your hands, helping you inside.

His smile widens a little more as you silently set the plans, you, having no intentions of going home as you usually do. He trots around to the driver’s side, a little more pep in his step, tossing your bag in the back before turning the key. “You stayin’ with me tonight, princess?” Rafe asks, through a boyish smile he’s trying his best to contain. Your heart sings seeing him this excited. Maybe I was right.

You roll up to the frat. The large mini mansion flooded with people inside and out, music pouring from the windows and open doors. It’s a madhouse. Rafe chuckles, looking out onto the mess. Just another weekend… “You ready?” He asks as he turns his head to the side, tilting it slightly as his smiles.

“M’ready.”

Rafe helps you out of the car, walking hand-and-hand with you inside the space. Cigarette and weed smoke hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the sticky sweetness of cheap liquor. Rafe walks through the party, greeting the masses as he passes brother after brother, the two of you moving deeper and deeper into the party. He lifts your bag by the strap, gesturing to ask if you want to put this in his room. You nod and smile knowing that there’s no chance you’re leaving if he gets his way.

The two of you walk up the stairs, stepping down the hall, excitement rising as you get closer and closer until he pushes through his bedroom door. As soon as it opens, it shuts again; Rafe backing you against the entry, slamming his lips against yours, wanting nothing more than his mouth on yours. He lifts you into his strong arms, deepening the kiss; the two of you quickly finding your tempo.

Rafe pulls you off the wall, walking with you to his bed, laying you down on top. He grabs the back of his baseball cap, pulling it off his head before tossing it to the side, quickly tearing his shirt away. Your eyes widen at the sight of his broad, bare chest, fully exposed. His gold chain glints with his quickened breathing—his toned abs, and deep v-lines kiss the band of his Calvin Klein boxer, poking out of his jeans. He crawls toward you, rolling his big body into yours, crushing you under his weight as he kisses you again, grinding at the perfect cadence. You whimper into your kiss, making him moan into your parted mouth.

DING.

Rafe pulls away from your kiss, grabbing his phone out of his back pocket, eyeing the screen before setting it down on his nightstand. You look back up at him, Rafe not missing a beat, his lips quickly greeting yours again. His tongue slides between your lips, reeling with yours, making you feel like you could float away.

DING. DING. DING.

You're pulled back to reality, stomach plunging as Rafe gets back-to-back notifications. He starts to kiss you a little deeper, your attention obviously getting pulled elsewhere, going out of his to bring your focus back to him, biting your lip and squeezing your hip, whispering sweet-nothings to cloud your thoughts.

DING.

“Rafe…” You sigh, unable to concentrate.

“Just frat stuff, princess. M’sorry,” he mutters. “Just focus on us. Yeah?”

DING.

“Can you at least put it on silent?” You clip as you grab for his phone, catching a name.

Jilly Tate

Jillian? As in Delta Gamma Jillian? You look up at Rafe uneasily. He takes his phone back, flicking the device on silent before returning to your lips.

“Stop,” you whisper.

“What? Why?” He asks dumbly, like he doesn’t already know you know something’s up, continuing to kiss the corner of your lips and cheek as he reaches over, setting his phone down. Without thinking you reach for it, snagging it off the nightstand before opening up his messages. “What are you doin’?” He huffs like he’s got something to hide.

And he does.

Jilly Tate: Rafey

Jilly Tate: Are you partying tonight?

Jilly Tate: Rafe Cameron??

Jilly Tate: you better not be busy again

Jilly Tate: I’m gonna need you to convince me to get out of bed

Jilly Tate: you better make it worth my while?

Jilly Tate: Maybe you need some motivation.

You look up at him as he looks down at you uneasily, not knowing what you’re reading, just knowing who it’s from. He can see the sadness in your eyes, letting him know that it’s most likely not something you weren’t meant to see. You flick your franic finger fast scrolling a little higher, catching pages and pages of messages populating from this week and last

"So, are you… Are you hanging out with Jillian too?" You force the words past your lips, trying to remain as unbothered as possible.

"Yeah, Y/n. Nothing there. Just friends. I swear." Just friends... That doesn’t look like just friends. "Y/n... you okay, baby?" He asks, knowing full-well you aren’t.

"Uh, yeah-yeah. I'm alright," you lie as you look at his phone, watching as three little dots appear, a new message forming from Jillian.

Goddamit, Rafe. You shut your eyes softly, doing your best not to cry as you see the image: blonde curls, piled in a messy bun, pouted lips, and bedroom eyes. A mirror selfie on her bed. Just Rafe’s oversized frat T-shift and a barely-there thong swallowed up by her perfect ass. "Sweetheart?" He asks again, his voice a little more unsure than the first time.

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

Fuck off... Absolutely not. Yet another message rolls in. Rafe’s eyes tighten to yours. "Calm down, Rafe. It’s Topper," you mutter.

"He’s probably just wonderin’ where I’m at, baby.”

Fuck that. You open the message, typing a ‘call me’ reply before taking it off silent, setting it down on the bed before looking up at Rafe; your frusterstion peaked. The tears you’re trying to contain haze your eyes. Rafe clearly has something going on with Jillian. Even if I'm somehow mistaken, he's still getting text— still getting together with her, still getting sexts.

RING. RING. RING.

"Take it,” you whisper.

"I'll talk to him later, princess."

"Take. It."

"Y/n. I-"

CLICK.

Rafe’s eyes double as you make the decision for him, hitting the accept button, putting it on speaker as well. You lift an eyebrow in his direction, challenging him to speak.

"Uh... Umm. Hey, Top."

"Yo. You comin’ or what? Where are you?" He yells over the party downstairs.

"M’up in my room. I’ll be down in a few minutes. I gotta go, man."

"Wait a second... Are you with Jillian?"

"Holy shit," you respire, pinching your eyes shut. A few stray tears fall. You lift your finger fast, brushing them away before he can see.

“No.”

"Bullshit, man. I hear her. Hi, Jilly." You reach up, shoving Rafe off you before crawling off the bed, gathering your things on the floor before bounding toward the door as those same tears stream down your cheeks. Goddammit. Rafe reaches out for you, hauling you back in; his cheeks, flushed; eyes darting frantically.

"Let me go, Rafe.”

"Y/n, please. I can explain.”

"I'm so fuckin' done, Rafe. Just - Fuck! Just leave me alone!" You hiss.

“Shit, y/n. She’s - She's just a friend, baby. Yeah, we fuck. But, she means nothing to me. Nothing. And, I mean nothing to her I swear. C’mon. You're my girl. Just stop.”

"All you do is fuck? Like you’re fucking her still?" You ask as you step toe to toe with him, looking up at his flustered face, silently pleading he isn't doing just that.

"Y/n..." He is… Oh my god. “Baby, please.”

"I'm not your fuckin' baby, Rafe."

"It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? You're joking… What are you doing? Why are you playing me?”

”I’m not playing you?”

”Yes you are!”

”Fucking how? How the hell am I playin’ you. Huh? Been hanging out with you all month. Asked you to come here didn’t I? I’m in here with you right now. Not her. Didn’t even tell her we were havin’ a fuckin’ party. Alright? How am I possibly playin’ you?”

“Why are you gaslighting me? You’re acting like I didn’t just read those fucking texts, Rafe? You said I was the only one you wanted but you were obviously still talking to her; fucking her. If I couldn’t come to this fuckin’ party would you be doing this same shit with her?”

“No! The fuck are you even sayin’ that for? Fake-ass scenarios. Throwing a bitch fit about ‘what ifs’. I'm here with you. I only want you-”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” he booms. “I like you. Okay? Tate and I haven’t fucked in days. You and I finally started gettin’ serious. I told her I was done. I suppose you read that too though. Right?”

“Days? Days, Rafe? How many?”

“I don’t know…” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, stepping away but he tugs you back in again.

“Finally started getting serious? Did you actually say that, Rafe?” You soften your voice in sadness. Rafe looks back at you dumbfounded as tears of frustration pool in his eyes too.

“I’m sorry for saying that. I know we're serious, baby.”

“I don't think you do, Rafe...” Rafe puffs out a deep, vexed breath as he runs his fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs off his sweaty forehead, either stalling or trying to calm himself down but regardless he's at a complete loss for words. “Nothing? Seriously…”

“Don’tchu think you're overreacting a little bit?” He drawls. His question setting you off further.

“Overracting? Because if roles were reversed and I was fucking Top it would be “nothing”?”

“That’s not the same and you know it, y/n.”

“So after you left my dorm you were just going and getting pussy from her because you weren’t getting any from me?”

”What?” His voice comes out breathy and hoarse at your accusations. He lifts the collar of his shirt, wiping the tears from his eyes.

”Did you leave my dorm and come back here and fuck her?” You speak slowly, asking him a simple question there was no way he couldn’t understand. He hangs his head, sniffling pitifully. “I can’t believe I wanted to be with you. I can’t believe I wanted to fuck you. Jesus, Rafe. I’m a goddamn idiot.” Rafe’s eyes snap to yours, his gaze wild as he takes in your words.

"Please. Fuck. I'm sorry. I'll change. I swear. I-"

"I’m done, Rafe. I don’t trust you. How can I trust you. You said ‘you liked me’, you said ‘I was the only one’. You lied about Jillian… You couldn’t even tell Topper that you were in here with me. That’s so fucking embarrassing.”

"Shit! Fuck. Just stop. It’s not all my fault. Okay? You - You can’t keep acting like you’re acting either. I had no clue if you really liked me or not. I didn’t think you were actually gonna fuck me. You’re teasing me, you're a fuckin’ tease, y/n. Always keeping me on the edge. I have needs-”

“What? I’m not teasing you, Rafe. And needs? We’ve only been talking for a month. A MONTH! I know you have needs. So do I. But it’s hard to let myself go around you and take it to the next level when you’re always looking around for the next best thing. Because if you were all in, Rafe, your needs would have been met week one.”

“I am all in!"

“You’re not. You just want me ‘cause I said I wanted to fuck, Rafe. I’m not dumb,” you grumble. “You’re just a fuckin’ douchebag,” you spit yanking your arm away before starting down the hall. His heavy feet tromp after you, following you close.

“You’re not listening to me, Y/n. Do you even hear what you’re sayin’ to me. You’re actin’ like such a victim but you were feelin’ insecure all fuckin’ month and you weren’t tellin’ me. Just holdin’ out on me because you thought I wanted other people; ‘always looking for the next best thing’ or whatever the fuck. You’re takin’ your insecurities out on me.”

You turn around fast, pushing your finger into his chest roughly. Looking up into his pathetic, tear-stained eyes. “Was I wrong, Rafe? You gave me reason to worry and I was fuckin’ right,” you scold as you jab your finger into his heart, punctuating each word. “How do you think that feels? Huh? Then you stand here trying to turn the blame on me. You’re not a fuckin’ man… You’re a boy.”

“Yeah? Well, you're actin’ like a fuckin’ bitch.”

“I’m acting like a bitch?” You ask weakly, watching as Rafe’s bottom lip trembles. “Fuck you, Rafe.”

You move to the staircase, pushing through the party as adrenaline and fever courses through your veins, your tears making it impossible to see. Fuck this whole month. Fuck this night. Fuck Rafe. You run your hand across your eyes, collecting tears as you pull out your phone, scouring for an UBER. I just need to get home. I just want to forget this ever fucking happened. But how am I going to forget about him?

I fuckin’ can’t.

Rafe’s POV:

”You were up there with, Y/n?” Topper asks in disbelief. “You two together?”

"Nah. Not anymore." I lift my beer to my lips as I scan the thick crowd gathered in the frat house.

"Not anymore?"

I can hear the judgment laced in Topper’s voice. I roll my eyes in annoyance. "What’s it matter to you"

"Y/n is a dream. I know you're incapable of playin’ the long game, but Jesus Christ,” he snickers drunkenly.

"She's not doing shit with anyone... anytime soon. She said she was ready, but she was lyin’. I know she was fuckin’ lyin’. Just putting me on a guilt trip. Just sayin’ that shit to make me feel bad. She’s a fuckin’ tease.”

"You don't know that."

"Fairly fucking sure." I plop a joint between my lips, lighting it up. "She's fair game, Thornton. Have at it. Good luck gettin’ your dick wet in this century."

"You're unreal, Cameron," he scoffs and laughs. "But, yeah… Shit. I think I'm gonna take you up on that offer."

"Fuck you. You won't."

"Why do you care? You said ‘she fair fuckin’ game’, asshole."

I chuckle with annoyance, shaking my head in disbelief. "Where's the loyalty. Huh? Have my sloppy seconds, Top. It suites you.”

"Not really sloppy if you didn't fuck."

"I fucking tried."

"I've known you too long for you to bullshit me, man." He bullies before draining the rest of his White Claw. "You didn't. I can tell you what you did do… Hang out with her, fuck Jillian on the side cause you weren’t getting any pussy yet. Yet!” He puts an emphasis on that point, twisting the knife in my heart. “And you got caught.”

“Nah.”

”Yeah,” he laughs. “I’d bet my life on it.”

“You’re just yappin’, bitch. Shut the fuck up.”

“She's the prettiest girl here, hands-down; funny, sweet, smart, loyal. You didn't even give her a chance."

I swallow thickly, taking in every word, all of which couldn’t be more true. I did exactly what he said… I messed up. I lost her. I’m a goddamn mess. I crack open a beer, draining it fast enough to drown a thought or two, quickly grabbing another, trying my best to forget. It’s so much deeper than just messing up. Y/n didn't feel safe around me... I made her feel unsure. She made me feel safe. Me… ‘You’re always looking for the next best thing’. She is the best thing… She made me feel something for once. She cares about me. Well, cared… "I mean I could still try and apologize or whatever," I mumble.

"She's too smart, Rafe. She's done with you."

"Fuck you, Top."

"Nah, fuck you."

"You're a dumbass, Rafey. Like painfully dumb,” Kelce pipes in for the first time.

"Yeah? N’what should I have done? Huh?" I spit.

"Literally, the opposite of that,” he laughs, making Topper do the same. “I agree with everything Top said, bud. You ruined a good thing. N’for who?” He adds in a condescending tone, referencing the girls I usually bag—a direct shot at Jillian Tate.

"So it's done then. No hope? Is that what you're telling me?" I scoff, my eyes cutting between the two of them.

"That is exactly what we’re tellin’ you,” Topper adds.

"Screw you, Thornton... That's just because you want her."

"Obviously."

I let out a loud, frustrated growl, popping open the beer bottle with my ringed finger. "You're a dick."

"I'm just speaking as your friend. I'm being honest. And, honestly, I'm going after her the first chance I get. Just lettin’ you know. So we are both clear." He taunts through a thick cloud of smoke. “And you better stop drinkin’, Cameron. Whiskey dick’s gonna getcha. I'm sure you're gonna fuck the first thing you see with a pulse, Rafey. You're a fuckin’ dog. We all know it,” he stammers, his voice barely audible as his words slur together. “Guessin’ you got Big Titty Tate on speed dial.”

"Fuck you, Top.” I steal an extra beer off Kelce’s hands for myself. “You better stop drinkin’. Turns you into a fuckin’ asshole with an actual spine. Keep runnin’ your mouth. I'll gladly put you in your place,” I laugh, only half-kidding, glaring at him, challenging him to keep going. He puts his hands up as a truce— his heavy-lidded eyes letting me know he’s seconds away from a blackout.

Fuck this fucking night.

It’s done… She’s done with me. I lived up to every one of her assumptions. I was the man Kiara warned her about, I'm sure. I’m fucked. I look up from my beer, watching as a beautiful blonde struts across the party— legs for days, fake tits, a deep spray tan that I'm forever bleaching out of sheets after rough night. Her bleach blonde curls bounce with each steps she takes, walking up to my room no less. Jillian Tate…

I got nothin’ to lose anymore. Got no self-respect anyways. The fuck does it matter?

I don't deserve y/n, and I never have. I fuckin’ hate myself.

Reader’s POV:

You take the quizzes in your hands, passing the remainder to Rafe, keeping your eyes glued on the front of the lecture hall.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he whispers, turning your stomach. You feel his leg graze against yours as he slides a little closer. Seriously… A set of two eyes catch yours, not looking at you, their attention given to Rafe.

"Hi, Rafey,” Jillian mouths the words from a few desks ahead. He lowers his gaze to his test, scribbling his name on the side of his scan-tron messily.

BUZZ.

Rafe slips up, leaving his phone face up. You sneak a glance at the message on the screen.

Notification: Jilly Tate - You ignoring me?

Rafe opens his messages, glancing at the screen before fumbling to lock it; just another glimpse of her, her blonde curls laying on his plaid pillow, Rafe’s large hand wrapped around her slight throat. His signature gold ring hugs his pointer finger—that same stupid, pink entrance bracelet looped around his wrist from the dive bar the night before. He catches your focus, putting the pieces together that you saw the exchange, further piling on his guilty conscience. "Y/n?" You hear Rafe’s gravelly voice in your ear. "I can explain."

Seriously… More tears. Fuck. You snatch your stuff, forgoing the test all together, quickly moving to your feet, pressing toward the door, pushing out fast, before weaving through the hallway gridlock.

"Y/n? Hey... Wait." You hear Rafe calling from behind you, the pounding of his steps, nears. "Hey, bab-"

"Stop, Rafe," you weep.

"C'mon. It's just I-"

"Honestly, Rafe. Just stop!"

"Let me explain."

"Explain what? We broke things off and an hour later you were with Jillian."

"Yeah. But we didn't do anything."

"'I saw the picture, Rafe? Are you that dumb?"

”That’s an old picture-”

“Stop lying… I saw your bracelet. Show me some fuckin’ respect and save your excuses for someone else.”

“I was angry. She was just there. I'm sorry. I-”

"Just there… Just there? Why her Rafe? Why Jillian? You ruined everything. You're a fucking trainwreck, Rafe.”

"We weren't together, Y/n," he adds in frustration. “You left me. Remember?”

"Yeah... And, you didn’t even try to get me back. You didn't even come after me. You just went for the next best thing.” You emphasize your words, making his features sharpen.

"That's not fair."

"For who?”

"I was going to try… I was gonna try to make things right today. I just needed you to calm down. Jesus. You’re not even givin’ me a chance"

"Was that your plan that night, Rafe? To let me storm off and calm down so you didn't have to deal with me and my drama, fuck Jillian, and make up with me on Monday, and act like nothing happened. Just act like you didn't bang the girl in the same bed we were kissing in. Like you didn't just fuck the girl that you said I didn't need to worry about.“

"You’re bein’ dramatic"

"Bye,” you scoff annoyedly. “Just, Bye Rafe." You spit, pressing through him, checking his shoulder as you walk past, heading back toward the lecture hall to finish your test. How could I be so stupid?

His hand wraps around you arm a little tighter, pulling you back. “Just stop. Please,” he begs. “I wanna fight for you. Please. I like you, y/n. I like you a lot. More even-”

“More? What the hell, Rafe? How can you sit here and tell me that when you clearly don't? You didn't call or text me to see if I made it home that night. That's the bare minimum, Rafe."

"You're right."

"Jillian... still?" Your voice comes out smaller than before, breaking with emotion as he moves closer, backing you into the wall that he had you on on the first day on class. Now everything’s different… Those same thoughts you had about how sweet he was tarnished completely.

"She means nothing to me, y/n," he assures, soft and slow.

"Rafe… You and I, that meant everything to me. I really liked you. I didn't want anyone else.”

"Me too. I promise. I swear. Alright?”

"Then how could you ruin this over someone who means nothing to you? How?" You ask as you look up at him, watching his eyes shift a lighter shade of blue, tears glistenen and gather on his lashes. He lifts up the sleeve of his sweatshirt, rubbing them away.

"I don't know, y/n. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Even after everything, your heart breaks seeing him this way. His cheeks flush with embarrassment for his actions and his blatant vulnerability. He looks around, letting out a shaky breath, checking to see who’s watching, but the coast is clear. He hangs his head, letting a few stray tears fall to the floor. “Let's just finish the test. We can talk later. Okay?” Rafe looks up at you, his beautiful eyes glinting with a sliver of hope.

“Thank you.”

You reach for the door handle, giving it a twist.

BUZZ.

You step back, pulling your phone out of the book bag instead. Rafe glances at your phone, catching the name of the sender as well—watching the final nail lodge in his coffin.

Messages; Maybe: Jillian Tate; iMessage

The phone trembles in your hand as you open the message. A video? You click onto the little screen watching the scene play out right in front of you. Rafe wraps his large hand around Jilly’s throat, thrusting into her again and again. Just a short video from just above her tits, letting you watch the pleasure on her face as her eyes roll back. The clapping of his skin against her fills his room. Three little dots form below the video, followed by a new message from her.

Jillian: I’m coming to you as a women.

You look up from your phone, the end of the two of you crystal fucking clear.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.”

𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹…

Damn, he's infuriating... But, fuck, is he's handsome. Rafe holds the football in his hands, falling back, his big biceps flex, sending the ball spiraling to Top. Your eyes fall down his perfect body: a loose cropped frat tee showing off his toned abs and deep v-lines. His thick thighs hugged with short Champion shorts. He takes off his hat, running his fingers through his carmel-coloured locks before tugging it on again. His sun-kissed skin glistens under the high-noon rays, highlighting his muscles perfectly.

He smiles at you sweetly, making you turn toward Kie with unease. Rafe grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it to wipe off the sweat on his face as he walks closer, his shorts hang dangerously low making you hurt with need. His smile morphs into a smug smirk. Your body tenses up as you just wait for his mocking comments to stab you right through the heart.

"Still staring. Huh?" He taunts, causing Kelce and Topper to laugh in agreement, feeding his ever-growing ego. He catches the football from Top, twirling it between his large fingers as he looks up at you from the sand below. "Kie's in her swimsuit, honey. M'sure you got some tits and ass under there to show the boys. When are you gonna stop dressing like a teenage boy?" His voice oozes with condescension, just quiet enough that you're unsure if Kelce and Topper heard or not. You look at the two, none the wiser; your decision is obviously the wrong move, giving Rafe more ammo. "Scared they heard? Aww... M'Sorry, sweetheart. Did I strike a nerve? C'mon, pretty. It's my last day. Leave Daddy with something to keep in the spank bank. Huh?" He rasps.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe. Can you stop being such a dick?" Kiara snaps, looking down at him in repulsion.

"I can," he breathes as his eyes move from her to you. "But, why would I do that? Hmm?" You turn your eyes away, focusing on the water ahead, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your attention he so desperately craves. "Here," he smiles cruelly as he balls up his shirt, lofting it to the lifeguard tower, landing damp on your chest, cotton mixing with hot sweat. "I'll give you somethin' to put around your pillow when you're humpin' it later." Kelce and Topper laugh louder, catching that part of his dig. Rafe shuts his eyes, letting out his own name in a raspy whine. "Oh, Rafe. Fuck. Just like that, baby."

"Pass it here, Daddy," Kelce piles on, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"You're such a fucking ass, Rafe," you mumble through gritted teeth.

"What's that now?" He gasps dramatically, turning on his heels fast, looking at you wide-eyed. "You want me to fuck your ass, princess?" His sleazy frat boy laugh fills your ears. "Didn't see that comin'. Did you, Kelce?”

"Nah," Kelce chuckles as he catches the football.

"Nasty little thing, aren't you?" His tongue pokes through his perfect teeth, pleased with himself as you flutter your lashes, trying your best not to cry with frustration. "Aww, don't cry, angel. M'sorry. Boys will be boys."

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[paigebueckersmommy]

maybe not enemies pt.1 - p.b

paige bueckers x fem!roomate! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, drinking, mean paige kinda?, 1st person

a/n: i am well aware the team rooms togther but act like they don’t for this fic 🥰 also i hate this with every bone in my body.

you and paige had met briefly a few times. all you knew was you two weren’t into the same things.

it was the start of my senior year of college, and i had always taken my academics seriously, but i needed to take them more serious this year, and geting roomed with the schools biggest party animal, caused problems.

i began unpacking the suit case on my bed, waiting for my roomate to arrive. they sent an email with dorm assignments, which your roomate obviously hadn’t seen.

when i heard the door open, i snapped head. “fuck.” you heard a attractive voice say, which you didn’t wanna admit was attractive. “i’m not happy about this either.” you say making eye contact with the blonde.

“how’d you know?” paige says setting stuff down on her bed, “they sent an email.” i say looking back at my stuff.

“well, the best way to handle being roomed with the most boring person on earth, is if we agree to not talk unless it’s needed.” paige said, with an look of annoyance on her face. “agreeed, just please don’t be loud.” you say rolling your eyes, “k.”

time skip to a couple months later

you could tell paige was a little confused by your style when she mostly only ever saw you wearing hoodies, sweatpants and leggings, but tonight was diffrent.

you were standing infront of the mirror on a saturday night, putting lipgloss on. wearing a mini skirt and a mesh long sleeve, a black lacey bra underneath.

“where you going? shouldn’t you be studying or sum shit.” paige said looking you up and down from her bed. “why would it matter to you? but for your infortntion i’m going to a bar with my friends.” i say, looking back at her.

“oh my god!!! she has friends everyone!!” paige says acting suprised, not very good acting. “just because i care about my academics more than you doesn’t make me a nerd.”

“oh please, admit you’re just stating and don’t have any friends.” paige says cocking her head, when jsut then you heard a knock on your door. you opened it, your friends head peaking thru the door. “you almost rea- hey. wanna come?” your friend says, making eye contact with paige mid sentence.

“oh? inviting me? fuck it, yea lemme get dressed.”

you step out of your dorm room, shocked by the interaction. “damn. she barley talks to me i don’t know why she’d wanna come out with-“ you stopped mid sentence when paige walked out of your dorm. she was wearing white pants and a pink crop top, you had only ever seen her wear basketball gear so you were a little shocked at this.

“mm.. she knows how to dress everyone.” you say matching paige’s pace in the hallway as two of your friends were a little in front of you.

“oh i know your not talking. this is the 3rd time ive ever seen you not wear a hoodie. probobly why you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

“b-boyfriend? i’m sorry, what makes you think i like men?” you say crooking your head words paige, curious. “o-oh i’m sorry, i just-“

“your good. i get a lot that i look straight.. but im lesbian.” you say with a soft smile making eye contact with paige, as you realize she’s also smiling.

“hm. good to know.” paige says, looking your outfit up and down, and that’s whe your mind began spinning.

did i like paige? was she trying to tell me something? were we, not enemies?

you put those thoughts to the side as you reached the doors of the bar. it was a saturday night, so it was crowded but not as crowded as it is on fridays. you, paige and your two friends found spots at the bar, paige sitting next to you as she ordered a round of shots for you two without even asking what you wanted.

“oh? thank you? your not being mean to me for once?” you say out of confusion before downing the shot. “mmm. you don’t look half as bad tonight.”

“could say the same about you.”

pt 2 soon!!!

[simpfortheseven]

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haikaveh college au + drinking games

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