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ang3ltine · 2 days ago

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 ⋆.˚ 𓇼 Bob Reynolds fic

A get away from the city turns into something more special when the boy you had been crushing on, finally confesses.

a.n - sorry guys I've been in a slump lately due irl issues, but this fic is kind of self-indulgence, but I hope you enjoy <3

Summer. The time for reminiscing, warm weather, hanging out with friends and family. It's a season that you never fully understood the concept of.

Yet all of that was about to change.

It all started with a little convincing from Valentina to allow you all to spend the summer in the outhouse in South Carolina. Surprisingly, this was Buckys idea. He knew that a well deserved break was needed, especially after the whole sentry incident.

So it was decided.

Lulworth Cove, a quaint little town with lovely little shops and restaurants, and at the outermost corner of the shores, was the outhouse.

A beach house with pale wooden beams that had long been used. Almost as if it had been waiting for curious guests to enter. Perfect for a getaway from the busy city life of New York.

"God this place needs some work huh?" John mumbled while carefully pushing one of the wooden beams at the entrance. It was clearly rotting and almost falling apart and to confirm his hunch, a loose pieces of bark fell ontop of Ava's head.

John almost immediately regrets his decision and was about to apologise. Let's just say he didn't leave with just a slap on the wrist.

A few weeks went by, and almost everyone had already settled into their new home away from home. They were also surprised to see you having fun too, considering you don't usually open up as often as you do.

Yelena and Ava appreciated you hanging out with them, especially when taking long walks on the beach or even when learning how to surf. Ava was actually pretty good at it despite Yelena's doubts.

Sometimes, the three of you would do special 'girl nights' where boys were explicitly not invited. With the exception of Bob since none of you could really say no to him, especially since he's so clingy.

So there you all were, sprawled out on towels ontop of the soft white sandy beach. A massive sandcastle was in the making. However, it was mostly you, Yelena and Bob that helped. Ava only gave her opinions and gave pointers from the sidelines.

You then realised it was lacking quite a bit as you scanned the masterpiece in front of you. "I reckon we need more seashells."

With a few hums of approval from the group, you got up and walked farther away towards the ocean. The waves were calm this evening, soothing and gentle, with little to no disturbance. You let your feet settle in the warm waters, relinquishing the tranquil feeling while looking for the seashells below.

Bob had been observing from afar, which inevitably caught the girls attention. They were rather amused from his behaviour because he was clearly smitten. It was obvious to them and the rest of the team that Bob had a strong attachment to you.

Even after giving each other yearning looks across the room or taking naps together on the hammock outside, the two of you still denied being a 'couple'.

Later on in the evening, they were going to have a small bonfire party, Ava and Yelena had already talked to him about their plan. But it was better to remind him again just in case he had forgotten.

Yelena was firm yet reassuring when speaking with Bob, making sure he was ready for the night ahead of them. "Bob, listen to me. Tonight is your chance, alright? I don't want to see you loitering near the tables with us when you should be with her."

Bob was quiet for a moment before talking, a noticeable shift to worry evident in his voice. "But...what if I'm wrong? I... I don't want to ruin things between us if I am-"

Yelena interjects before Bob could say another word, already sensing that he'd ramble on about him not being worthy for you. "Bob you're being ridiculous. She's been giving you the same signals for months! I'm sure she feels the same way about you."

Ava had been listening from aside and offered some advice for him too. "I agree. You should at least try making a move tonight. It doesn't have to be a confession. Just give her a hint that you like her, and I'm sure things will hit off from there."

Bob talk a deep breath and exhaled before nodding. He was ofcourse nervous but it soon dissipated once you returned with the seashells in hand. You bent down to where he was to place some on the side of the castle to create tiny windows.

As you do so, Bob takes leisure in taking some shells for himself when you offer it to him. Earning a shy smile from him before politely thanking you. You were awfully close to him now, the faint scent of your coconut flower perfume filled his senses. It was...comforting.

Along with salty marine accords and musk intertwine, creating a soothing, nostalgic aroma that reminded him of the cherished memories he shared with you.

Unintentionally, he then bumps his shoulder against yours in order to place more shells in the same area you were targeting. It didn't bother you, so you stayed put, despite knowing that it wasn't necessary to stick with just this one particular side of the castle.

He wanted to bask in more of your presence before being interrupted by the girls. Yelena was already packing up while Ava had already done so, carrying her things in one hand while the other rested on her hip. "Sorry to ruin the fun, but it's getting dark. We should get ready for the bonfire."

Bob reluctantly gets up and dusted his clothes to get rid of excess sand. He didn't really like showing off his body so he wore the blue and white striped polo that was gifted by you, paired with some shorts so he could play in the water easily. There was even a little dolphin at the front which he loved.

It was oddly quiet in the house as everyone was getting ready for the upcoming party. John had taken you into town to buy more essentials for the bonfire as well as food for the barbecue, while the rest stayed home.

Bob was more than disappointed when he found out you had left without him, but he had other things to worry about. Especially when Yelena and Ava had progressed to another step in their plan, such as 'preparing' Bob for the occasion.

Speaking of the 'party', you had suggested it. When you were younger, your family would have midsummer parties almost every year. This time, you wanted to spend it with your new family. It had quite a long time since you last enjoyed such an occasion, so you were more than excited.

"Hey guys we're back!"

John walk in the kitchen, paper bags in hand full of groceries with you following close behind. John had already placed his bags on the countertop and was waiting for you to aswell, only you didn't.

You had stopped dead in your tracks when you spotted the familiar brunette standing near the bar area, chugged a glass of water. His sleeves were rolled up completely to expose his toned arms while his white shirt was practically see-through due to being drenched in what you assumed was sweat.

Unbeknownst to him, he hadn't even noticed you shamelessly staring at him before Yelena points it out. It was almost comical the way he just casually puts his hand up to say 'hi' with an innocent grin on his face while you slowly die of embarrassment.

Bob was already walking towards you before you had the chance to speak, offering to gelp with the groceries. "Do you need help with that?"

After putting down the bags, Yelena checks them to see if you bought all the necessities. "Oh wow you got everything! Did anything interesting happen while you were out?"

"Uhh no, nothing much. Unless you count John haggling with one of the store clerks 'eventful.'"

John was going to protest but eventually leaves it be, figuring there was no point in arguing since you were telling the truth.

Whereas Bob felt that his hair was getting in the way. So he runs his fingers through the damp locks and pushes it away from his eyes and just like that, you were done for. Suddenly you felt faint and it was getting hard to breathe, not to mention you heart was practically beating against your chest in an ungodly manner.

Yelena walks over to you, wrapped one arm around your should while the other, gestures to where Bob was standing. "Bob was helping us collect wood for the bonfire! He worked pretty hard actually...as you can see."

"Feeling a little hot are we?" Ava asked nonchalantly while giving you a smug look. You silently curse her in your head as you try to figure out a logical, appropriate answer. "Uhh yeah, probably feeling a little tense from the shopping spree."

"Hmmm right. I thought you said it was 'uneventful?" Yelena adds in with an amused tone, unapologetically enjoying the reaction she was getting out of you.

God, curse them both.

Bob grew slightly concerned while you silently excused yourself after escaping from Yelena's grasp. He the urge to go after you but then thought it was best to leave you alone for a bit.

There was still time before the party so you all gathered in the living room. Bucky, John and Alexei was outside preparing the bonfire while the rest of you stayed inside.

"котик you can't be serious!" Yelena keened over in a fit of laughter as you make small adjustments to your suit. It wasn't that your new outfit looked ridiculous, it was the fact that you took inspiration from Silver the hedgehog. Rolling your eyes playfully at her comment, you press back in defence.

"What?! It's not like he had an outfit to begin with. Besides, I only copied his gloves." In truth, you did love the character design as a whole, but you weren't going to admit that to her.

Speaking of opinions, Bob felt like he should voice his since he was, in fact, resting his head on your lap. " I think it looks great!"

"See? Even Bob agrees."

Yelena was about to interject after seeing the grin of satisfaction on your face while you highfived the brunette beneath you. Only for someone else to disagree to ruin the mood.

"I don't really like it either."

The voice was gruff, and oddly familiar. The four of you turned your attention towards the ex militant now present in the room. John Walker.

"With that fucked up shield of yours? I suggest you don't talk walker." You snorted after nodding your head towards the bent hunk of metal attached to his arm.

The roar of laughter filled the room but this time Ava and Bob joined in while John was seething with both shame and anger. "Says the one with a poster of Equestria Girls in their bedroom!"

Bob almost fell onto the floor since you got up abruptly to face the dirty blonde, who was jutting his chin out mockingly. Bob scrambled on his feet to join you by your side just in case you things go south.

"Listen John, I'm not going to fuel your ego so you can just back off." Every word your uttered was laced with sarcasm.

"Yeah! Didn't you also watch it with us one time in the cinema room?" Bob joins in to help you out, his brows furrowed as he spoke. Although you didn't really need it, you appreciated the gesture.

"Oh wow, what're you going to say now John?" John shifted on his feet while rubbing his temples, silently cursing the brunette in his mind. "Okay in my defence it was a pretty shitty movie, and secondly. Bob's your boyfriend. Ofcourse it makes sense for him to back you up."

You wanted to retort about the comment of Bob being your 'boyfriend' but just let him do his thing. Not wanting to make matters worse. Bob who was behind you, was now taking a step forward towards John with an innocent, yet almost menacing grin.

"I would take offence to that," he starts off then shrugs his shoulders with pursed lips. "But I can't take that bent out of shape tacco shield of yours seriously."

John was at a loss for words as he turned to you for some answers. You bit back a smile since you knew that Bob was capable of saying out of pocket comments just like this one at times.

"Then fix it! You're the one who did it!" John yelled, his calm demeanour finally dissipating. Yet nothing could've prepared him for what Bob was about to say next.

"Mm I don't think I will." You had to put an arm infront of him just in case, since he was practically looming over the guy. "It suits that dickish personality of yours."

Now that got you speechless as your jaw opens in disbelief before turning back to John, who had the same exact reaction.

"Ohh you want ice for that burn walker?!" Yelena retorts from her beanbag, a smug look on her face while Ava was practically dying next to her. John's reaction was more than amusing for the four of you.

He had enough and left the room in defeat before turning around to give one last sign. "Fuck off!" You knew that he had to blow off some steam, so you opted to talk to him later to even things out.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to deal with. Like getting ready for the party at 10pm. You parted ways with Bob and asked him to get ready. Both Yelena and Ava had gotten ready but you still needed help, so they came as soon as you called.

Yelena was the first to knock at your room door while Ava arrived shortly after. They heard the sound of shuffling before it opened to reveal your dishevelled appearance. It was clear that you were distressed, but Yelena was reluctant to ask you why. So Ava answers for her instead.

"Woah what happened??"

You huffed while searching through your messy closet in a hurry. "I can't find anything decent to wear!"

"Seriously? That's why your whole room looks like a zoo? моя кукла (doll) just wear anything! Were all friends here, it's not like anyone is going to judge."

It was no use. You were still picking out different clothes from the closet. So both Yelena and Ava took a seat on your bed while you showed them one fit that you thought would look best for the occasion. "This looks alright! Doesn't it...?"

Yelena didn't want you to worry even more, so she agreed pretty much straight away. "You know what? You look great! Besides, Bob doesn't really care what you look like. He loves you either way."

You must have misheard her because there was no way you believed that Bob actually liked you, jaw dropping slightly from disbelief. "Excuse me, what??"

Yelena sighs while rubbing the side of her templs before speaking. "Oh please you heard me. Bob's been stuck by your side all summer! It's obvious that he's head over heels in love with you."

Now that she mentioned it, you couldn't really deny the accusations. It's true that Bob had been pretty much glued to you since your first day joining the group. But more so than ever from the start of the summer get away.

Yelena felt like she successfully got her point across when she saw the way your cheeks were dusted with a faint hue of red. You then walked over where she was and took a seat next to her, turning your head slightly to look at her hesitantly. "And if you're wrong? I don't want to ruin what he already have 'lena..."

"Trust us, Bob definitely has a thing for you. We wouldn't be talking to you if we didn't know it was true." Ava says while giving you a reassuring smile. You let out a ridged sigh and slumped your shoulders. "Fine. I'll ask him tonight. But you guys aren't allowed to snoop alright??"

Yelena bites back a smile and nods hurriedly while Ava rolls her eyes playfully. "Were not going to, but, no promises."

Now that you had your outfit on, it was time for the makeup. Ava was quite skillful with her make-up skills so you asked her to help you. Except while doing so, she was giving you advice on how to approach Bob since she had some experiences from her previous relationships.

"Okay now that's a bit much." You briskly say while moving Ava's hand out the way when she almost pokes your eye with the brush. She mutters a quick sorry before Yelena carried on with exaggerated hand gestures.

"He didn't even deny that he wasn't your boyfriend today! Isn't that enough proof for you?"

"I agree. Also you didn't deny it either." Ava interjects calmly while applying some blush on your cheeks. You internally groaned at the sheer persistence from the two girls.

"Also remember to keep it pg."

Your cheeks grew warmer at Ava's insinuation and gave her a light smack on the arm while scoffing. "Ava--! Seriously?"

While you guys were getting ready, the boys were waiting outside rather impatiently. Bucky was already making his way down the beach, while Alexei, Bob, and John stuck it out. When you finally walk out the front door to meet up with them, they were rather surprised to see what you all were wearing.

Since the theme of midsummer was to do with flowers this year, you all wore simple flowy dresses with your signature colours. Purple, yellow, and blue. There were also single hibiscus flowers in the hair too which added a nice touch.

Ava, being the quite fashionable one in the team, came up with the idea.

"Oh uh -- you look really pretty love." Bob stutters slightly while he drinks in your appearance. Which was very out of character for him, even catching Ava offguard. She has to bring that up later whenever she wanted to tease you about Bob.

You should be used to the given nickname, yet you still found your heart racing everytime you hear it. Nonetheless, you give him a grateful smile and thankes him for the complement. Bob also couldn't help but feel himself swoon whenever you gave him that smile of yours.

Night fell swiftly, bringing with it a chill that seeped into the bones and a quiet that felt almost tangible. Everyone had gathered near the far end of the beach to avoid other groups who also wanted to take a stroll with their friends.

You were carrying some of the firewood, but it was soon taken away from your arms. "Ah - Here let me help."

Bob, being the sweet man that he was, didn't want you to work so hard when you had been running around all day organising the party. You thank him with much appreciation which he took no credit for, saying that it was nothing.

"Ohh girls, you're finally here! Alexei was going to start without you!"

Alexei was waving his arms dramatically with nothing but his shorts on. Yelena facepalmed yet again that day and groaned at the sight of his appearance. "Seriously dad? You're wearing the Russian flag?"

He was about to protest before being interrupted by Bucky in order to stop a full on argument between the two. "Thanks for bringing more firewood. I was just about to go back to get some more since it looks we'll need it."

"Oh I shouldn't really take the credit, it was actually their idea." Bob nods his head towards your direction. You was already taking a seat on one of the logs in the sand when Bucky turned to you to give you a quick thank you.

It was well past midnight, which was the perfect time to tell ghost stories. While Alexei, on the other hand, would talk about his glory days as the red guardian. Yelena had to stop him at some point since everyone was gradually becoming bored.

At one point John suggested that they start up the fireworks. Bob was rather reluctant despite some coercion by John, yet none of you pushed him. It was understandable that he'd be wary with these kind of activities. Thats when you suggested that he should look from afar and cover his ears with his hands, which he appreciated greatly.

So you slip your hands into his and walk with him farther away from the group towards a looming palm tree. You knew Bob must've been nervous from how clammy his palms were but it didn't bother you. Instead you try to reassure him that everything would be fine and that it was safe.

What you didn't know was that he was nervous because of you. Almost the whole night he had been stealing glances at you from across the small bonfire, quietly observing that way you'd idly talk with the others with such confidence and reverie.

Bucky had noticed the pair giving eachother lovesick gazes for about half an hour before deciding to share some 'dating advice' to Bob. Ofcourse his advice was a little dated but Bob still took every word he said seriously.

Evidently so, he puts his words into action when you volunteer to go with him to watch the fireworks from afar. The pair was sitting on a swing with a wooden seat, most likely handcrafted, while Bob's hand was still holding yours.

Neither of you even had the thought of letting go, so your fingers stay entangled with his. Occasionally squeezing it gently from time to time as you rock back and forth on the swing.

"You know...I'm really proud of you. It's not easy coming clean and learning to accept those around you." You say in a comforting tone and reach out to tuck his hair behind his ear. He instinctively leaned into your touch when your hand rest on his cheek, letting your thumb run across his warm skin.

"Yeah well...I wasn't on my own this time." His voice was barely a whisper as the sound of the fireworks go off in the distant, now becoming background noise. Suddenly, the air between you two grew thick with anticipation.

You hadn't realised how close you really were to him until the tip of your nose bumped his. Space was becoming scarce as Bob struggled to let out a coherent sentence. It was an innocent mistake, yet you didn't have the urgency to move away just yet.

Alas, the moment was ruined when a loud bang interrupted you both. Bob quickly covers his ears to block out the noise while you stood up to shout at Alexei for using one of the bigger fireworks.

"Alexei I told you to use the normal ones! Not your jumbo guardian themed one!!"

Alexei yells an apology and simultaneously gets scolded by Yelena and John for not listening to them. Bob was still covering his ears with his eyes shut tight, unaware that the fireworks was over for now. You say back down again and gently moved his hands away so that he wouldn't get startled.

"Bob hon', are you ok?" Its alright, Alexei's getting a good scolding from the others." You mused, trying to lighten the mood. It might have worked because as soon as you spoke of Alexei getting told off, you see the ends of his lips turn upwards into his usual puppy like grin.

Your hands were still in his while you slowly draw small patterns on his palms. The action was simple but meaningful. You'd do this to usually calm Bob down if he was ever upset or if something or someone, had triggered him. Bob was more than grateful when you took the initiative even though he didn't ask you to do so.

"Hey I uhm...I should really thank you." Bob's voice was barely a whisper but you heard him nonetheless. You hummed while still tracing patterns on his warm skin, then you peer up at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to thank me, bedsides - the others would do the same as me if they got the chance. Like Yelena."

There was no arguing there, sometimes Yelena did go to him to keep him company if you weren't available. Except, in this occasion, Bob wanted to solely focus on you and show his gratitude.

You felt him staring but you chose not to think much of it. Bob's cheeks had a slight hue of red when you did manage to look back up at him again, bringing a small smile to your face at his bashfullness. "Hm? Is there something you wanna tell me?"

It was rather teasing question but Bob was ready to indulge. You noted the way his adam apple bobbed when gulping. Once again, it was beginning to get hard for him to speak.

"Yeah uhm-- yeah I do actually... its uh-"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter due to the cuteness of his stammering. Bob had caught on and stopped himself from talking, and then smiled himself. Realising how much comfort you were bringing.

"No...I get it."

Bob was now impossibly close, completely ignoring the fact that the group was watching from their spot. It was rather sweet, the way he leaned in close to gently nuzzle his nose with yours. It was a silent plea for you to take this as a sign. "Please..."

With that, you close the distance between you both. Your mouth connected with his, Bob found himself in complete shock. Lost in a world of pure happiness and blissful pleasure, the taste of your lips on his made him feel overly giddy.

His lips like what you imagined, slightly chapped but still soft and pillowy. There was the faint reminent of hot chocolate residue on his bottom lip, causing you to grab hold of his hoodie and keep him in place as the kiss became more profound and more passionate with every minute.

Your bodies and minds becoming one, creating a sense of safety and belonging.

As they held the kiss, their lips burned, and it only encouraged them to continue further. You moved your arms back around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue grazed her lips, causing you to shiver. A rather bold move you'd say, considering that this was his first kiss in a while.

For a brief moment, you realised that this was inappropriate, wrong. But you did not stop, instead initiating another deep kiss, tongue grazing his lips this time.

Pure passion taking over them, they sat there kissing without want or need for precious oxygen. By the time that they were so short on breath that they would faint, they pulled apart from one another.

Bob was still chasing after your lips while you laughed softly, blocking his mouth playfully with your hand. "I'm guessing this was what you wanted to talk about?"

Bob couldn't really answer so he nodded rather sheepishly, his cheeks still flushed. You finally remove your hand and let him speak.

"I…" he stammered between gasps; his entire body's heat had risen to the point that he had to undo his hoodie to get cooler.

You may have overdone the kiss so you thought it was best to apologise just in case you took it too far, your own cheeks becoming warm from shame. "Sorry..."

Bob didn't speak and just placed his hand on your shoulder for more support. "I… Don't worry about it." He mumbled, then dips his head low to press one last sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away.

"Besides! I quite enjoyed it heh."

Bonus:

"Okay pay up." Ava says triumphantly while sticking her hand out so that John and Alexei would reluctantly give her two $40 bills.

The group had taken a bet whether or not Bob would make a move tonight, so both Ava and Yelena hit the jackpot. Even Bucky wagered, earning himself $20 too.

"Damn it - I had no idea Bob had it in him."

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harringtons-cupid · 2 days ago

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He’s not your boyfriend - Jealous!Steve x fem!reader

➺ Word count: 3.2k

➺ Characters: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Tommy Hagan x fem!reader

➺ Summary: Steve becomes jealous when he notices that Hagan has your attention. An Old Hollywood themed party ends up quite intimate, you have Steve right where you want him. Desperate for you.

➺Warnings: MDNI 18+: Explicit sexual content: fingering, unprotected sex, cum shot. Semi-public sex, Partial sex tape, slight cum denial, teasing. Dirty talk, cunninglinus. Begging. Terms of endearment, making out

➺ Moot tags: @naihvty @djokunkle95

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Steve was so obviously jealous, he was jealous when he was with Nancy and Tammy, but especially with you.

You and Steve weren’t officially an item, labels were not something that you both wanted. But you were definitely more than just friends with benefits.

But you and Steve hadn’t slept together in a long while and you were starting to doubt his interest in you.

Tonight was the night of his annual “King Steve’s house party”, everyone and anyone was invited.

Including Tommy Hagan. Who fancied you and Steve hated it. In fact he loathed the fact that one of his former best friends fancied you.

So as you sat in front of your compact mirror, you decided that your attention would be on Hagan. You needed to get Steve’s attention.

For a few days, you had borrowed Steve’s car. He had been ringing your home to ask about the car and briefly about you.

The smell of him was burnt into the brown leather seats of his BMW and you couldn’t forget him as you drove his car back to his house.

You were one of the first few to arrive, he didn’t notice until you perched yourself on the bonnet of his car. He was setting a few things up in the front garden when his eyes saw you, his smirk instantly played with his lips.

He was wearing a navy blue polo with white stripes down the arms, his favourite black jeans and belt combo. His hair was slicked back with gel, he was so attractive. And it drove you crazy.

“Hey gorgeous” he smiled, catching the keys as he kept eye contact with you.

His reflexes were such a turn on. You bit your lip as his muscles flexed underneath the fabric of his shirt.

You snapped yourself out the trance he always put you under and made your way into the house. Each year it was decorated to the nines with a different theme, this year was old Hollywood.

Your dress was neatly folded in your bag, hidden away from Steve’s prying eyes. He wasn’t going to see your party outfit until the very last second.

In one corner of the room, champagne flutes were stacked up against another waiting for a bottle to be poured.

Near the front door, there were a few cameras with the words “photobooth” written on a sign above.

Silver stars scattered the floors with drapes of red velvet clinging to the walls and chairs. An obvious amount of time had been spent on the design on this particular party.

You were both in your final years at Hawkins High and just maybe “King Steve” was feeling sad about graduating. Though he would never admit it.

“I’m impressed” you spoke as you felt him standing behind you.

Turning to look at him, you could see him hiding his obvious smugness. He gestured for you to follow him into the next room, you had only been in the living room of his house before so when he opened the door.

It was clear that there was more money in his family than he led on, inside there was a private movie theatre. An old movie was playing on the screen as his hand touched your lower back.

“Why have you never shown me this?” You whispered, mesmerised by the sight of the room.

“Well, you never asked babe” he whispered into your ear.

You had missed his closeness, unfortunately he was right. You never even asked about what was hiding underneath his bedroom. You didn’t think he wanted you enough to show you but clearly you were wrong.

“I’m only allowing a select few inside here tonight. It cannot be destroyed” he warned, slipping his hand further down your back.

Pinching your behind softly, he left you alone to sit and finish the black and white film. Of course it was a romance film, Steve secretly adored them.

As you melted into the soft red seats, you could hear more people arriving as the film developed on the screen. Your bag was by your feet, the pre party nerves were flooding your veins.

Hating to leave before films had finished, you tried to stay as long as you could before slipping upstairs to change. Holding your dress up against your body in the mirror, you hands shook as you slid the cold silver zipper up your body.

A black velvet cowl one shoulder clung to your hips and breasts, your hair was in a sloppy bun. Leaning forward you softly applied your lipstick and took a swig of your pocket flask for your nerves.

The party was in full swing, you had changed in Steve’s on-suite to avoid impatient knocking which you could hear on the wall over.

As you moved around already drunken bodies, you could have sworn a few people whispered about you. Increasing your nerves, you made your way towards the makeshift bar.

“Holy shit, you look incredible”

As expected, Tommy Hagan had noticed you before Steve which was precisely your plan.

You hid your smirk into your plastic red cup of vodka and lemonade before turning around to face.

“Hagan, what do I owe this pleasure?” You said, sucking on your tongue to hide your smugness.

He stood there for a few moments practically drooling over you.

“Did I tell you how good you looked?” He sighed, seeming slightly tipsy.

“Yes, you did” you smiled politely, stepping away from the table.

You walked with him to the closest empty sofa, people were playing beer pong on the dining table. Everyone was suited in the desired dress code, even Hagan looked rather handsome in his suit.

“Maybe we should go outside?” You asked, your eyes were focused on Steve in the garden.

Hagan looked around at the other couples and the loud beer pongers. He smiled and nodded, letting you to go in front of him.

You knew that it was so he could check you out and as you walked through the patio doors, Steve’s eyes were instantly on you and Hagan.

He chose the quiet part of the garden, sitting on an uncomfortable sun lounger as people splashed and laughed in the pool. Drinks scattered the tiles of the pool outline, Steve was stood next to some girl you couldn’t remember.

Lowering yourself onto the white sun lounger, your body rocked the lounger with the weight change. Hagan wasn’t sat down properly causing you to topple slightly into him.

He caught you, you smiled at him politely before locking eyes with Steve. Even from where you were sat, the jealously radiating off Steve was intense.

Slowly but surely, your plan was coming together and to up the level. You placed a hand behind Hagan’s back and leant closer with your eyes flickering between him and Steve.

Nervously Hagan had downed his drink and rose, motioning to you for another one. Nodding you thanked him and watched him walk away before turning to look at the people in the pool.

As you focused on the water, you heard soft footsteps heading towards you. Looking up you were surprised about how quick Hagan was but obviously it wasn’t him.

“What are you doing talking to him?” He spat, hovering over you. Squeezing his drink tightly.

“Am I not allowed to have friends?” You teased, winding him up further.

He was bent down, his lips were level to yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek, he was annoyed at the idea.

“You know what I think about him being around you” he panted, his two fingers were under your chin.

Licking your lips to avoid breaking into a smile, you avoided his eyes but he moved your face so that you were forced to look at him.

“Do I? He’s been quite a gentleman actually” you stayed calm as he exhaled heavily.

He dropped your face as the patio doors opened and the chatter of Hagan reappeared outside. Steve leant forward and planted a kiss on your cheek before leaving without a glance at Hagan.

“You okay?” His question broke the silence.

Blinking heavily at him as he handed you a drink and returned to your side but as he talked, all you could think about Steve.

“Yeah, thanks for company and the drinks but I gotta go” you said frantically.

Just like Steve, you leant over and kissed his cheek softly before downing your drink on the stop. Bracing yourself before heading inside, it was loud and people clung to the walls.

Pushing past groups of people until you reached the cinema room that was perfectly hidden behind a poster.

A different romance movie was playing on the screen, it was quiet. Muffling the noise from outside, as you stood in the main aisle staring at the screen.

It took you a moment to realise that he was exactly where you expected him to be.

“I thought I’d find you here” you sighed, making your way towards him.

Hoovering at the end of the aisle, he raised a box of popcorn and patted the seat beside him. Doing as you were told, you joined him in the many empty chairs. Reaching into the box and taking a handful of popcorn.

“So you left your little boyfriend? ” he hummed, lifting the arm rest just to get closer to you.

Shaking your head as you hit down on piece of popcorn, taking your eyes off the film. His brown eyes pierced into yours, not biting on the popcorn hard enough that it slipped down your throat and causing you to choke slightly.

“He isn’t my boyfriend” you said, patting your chest hard as you managed your breathing.

His hand slipped down onto your thigh, your dress was riding up as you struggled to move against the fabric of the seat. His fingers were hot against your cool legs, moving in circles his eyes stayed on the screen.

His hand moved further up your thigh until they were resting on the lace of your underwear.

“I bought you these, didn’t I?” He shifted his concentration to look at you.

All you could was nod and smile, hoping to yourself that he couldn’t feel the throbbing of your clit from where he was sat.

Without a second thought, his hand slipped underneath your underwear and found your clit. All without moving his eyes off the screen, he was good in bed.

Very good.

As his finger grazed your clit, you began to struggle to focus on the movie playing in front of you. The popcorn was now on the floor beside him, he had removed his hands for a second to lift you out the chair.

Legs spread on his lap, your pussy exposed with his hand circling your clit as he focused on the film.

“You’re right, he isn’t your boyfriend” he mumbled into your ear.

He was bouncing his knee now, you could feel his erection pushing into your behind. His hand was sliding up and down your entrance, raising his fingers into your mouth.

Forcing you to suck on your fingers until you gagged slightly, mumbling “good girl” to praise you.

His fingers were moving in and out of you, his thumb was roughly rubbing your clit as he continued to bounce his knee.

The rhythm drove his fingers deeper inside you with every movement.

“I did it for your attention” you groaned into the air as the stimulation was becoming more intense.

“What did you do baby? Use your words” he kissed the back of your neck and behind your ear.

His endless taunts were driving you crazy, catching your breath as your legs began to shake.

“I flirted with Hagan for—” you tipped your head back as a loud moan erupted out of you.

The film was still playing loudly as the sounds of you grew louder, you bit your lip as you struggled to keep talking.

He was going to make you cum and you knew he wouldn’t stop.

“Come on, use your big girl words for me” he cooed at you, hiding his pleasure behind your head.

Trying to focus on your breathing, you squeezed your eyes shut and spoke as you grew wetter by the second. Ready to explode at any moment.

“For your attention—I flirted with him for your attention” you shuddered as he flicked your clit.

“Well done baby, that wasn’t hard was it?” He teased.

Feeling rather mean, he removed his fingers from deep inside you. Causing you to embarrassingly whine and grind for the loss of friction.

“Stevie, please” you begged, half naked on his lap.

His arms snaked around your torso as he lifted you out of the chair, dripping on his thigh as he carried you towards the front of the screen.

Behind it, the film was being projected off a smaller screen. A thin blanket with pillows were placed neatly right next to it, as he dropped you down.

Spanking your clit, you laid there as he undressed and dropped to his knees. Raising your knees over his shoulders and pushing his face between your legs.

Starting to suck your clit slowly, your hands gripped onto anything you could find as you panted heavily.

You were even closer than before and he knew that, as your body began to shake at the start of your orgasm.

He forced himself onto his knees and away from your pulsating clit. You whined and gasped from the sudden change, staring at him desperately.

“You know that you’re mine right?” He growled at you.

You nodded insincerely, wanting to do anything to get attention back on your pussy. He grabbed your face between his hands and repeated the question.

“Say it with me” he said before roughly kissing you.

“You’re mine” “I’m yours Steve” you both said in unison.

Your hips still bucking underneath him, watching him smile. You watched as he let go off your face and began to run the tip of his cock up and down your entrance.

“How much do you want it?” He exhaled heavily as he slid the tip inside you.

You moaned at the sensation of him filling you,

“I need it so much Steve” you whined, grasping to pull him forward.

But he didn’t reciprocate, simply slamming his cock hard into you before pulling out over and over until you were withering mess under him.

“Please, I need you. I need your cock” you begged loudly.

“You won’t see Hagan again?” He said angrily, his tip was again inside you.

“Steve—I didn’t see him” you shuddered as he was filling you up once again.

At your dismissal, he pulled out again. Sending you over the edge, your pussy was pulsating. You needed him so much that you could cry.

“No, please Stevie. I won’t—I won’t see him again” you stumbled on your words as he circled the tip of his cock on your clit.

“That’s it. Well done. I think you deserve it don’t you?” He teased once again before sliding inside you.

You both groaned at the familiar sensation, he wrapped your legs around his back as he thrusted inside you.

Your body once again regained the intense feeling as before, his pelvis was hitting against your clit with every thrust.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close” you stifled into his neck as your nails dug into his skin.

“You can’t cum yet baby, I don’t believe you know that you’re mine” he shuddered as you clenched around his cock.

“I’m yours, I’m yours. All yours” you cried loudly, your head was pushing into the tiny pillows.

“Holy shit” he groaned, kissing you passionately.

Closing your eyes, you let him kiss you through your orgasm. Coating the makeshift bed and his legs as your body shook underneath him.

You had never cum so hard before.

His cock was throbbing inside of you as the noise of your bodies moved together, your cum being fucked back into you by him.

When you regained some form of energy, you bucked your hips against his cock. He groaned at every movement, he bent his back so that his fingers could play with your clit.

Feeling you clench around him, he bit his lip. You could sense that he was close because he always tried to control his breathing.

As you edged him closer to his own orgasm, he pushed you further towards yours until he dropped back onto your body.

You moaned into his ear as the rocking movement hit all the right spots on your clit and you found yourself cumming for the second time.

This sent Steve over the edge, into your ear he mumbled.

“Mine, mine, mine” as you coached him into his orgasm. He pulled out at the last second with your hand thrusting his cock so that he erupted loudly onto your stomach.

As he caught his breath, you stroked a finger off your stomach and swallowed a small amount of his cum before pulling him in for a kiss.

Sliding your tongue into his throat so that he could taste himself onto your lips and you kissed him until your lips were sore.

He passed you a small napkin to wipe up the mess, his legs wobbled as he helped you up from the bed.

“How about we do something even naughtier?” He asked you, turning towards the projector.

You looked at him puzzled, what could be naughtier than fucking in a home cinema?

He leant close to you, his scent was comforting as his arms tightened around you.

“We watch a movie that has our silhouettes having sex over it?” He winked at you, half naked he walked towards the seat.

“You recorded us having sex?” You asked in disbelief.

Putting your dress back on as you stared at him from the other side of the screen, trying to understand what he meant.

“No baby, not really. I recorded a film but I didn’t realise that our bodies were illuminated. I wanted to show you the film we were fucking too” he pulled a sorry face.

Relaxing a bit more, you were glad that he didn’t record without your permission. Steve wasn’t like that, he would have just asked to make a sex tape.

“So you re-recorded a film that you own to show me what we were fucking too? ” you quizzed, walking down the side steps.

He pulled you in closer, his hands resting on your hips moving you to face the screen.

“It was meant to be cute, a momentum. But look how fucking hot we look” he exhaled heavily.

He was right.

It was hot, watching your bodies move together. Him teasing you as you begged for him.

All of it taped over his favourite romantic movie. Maybe that was better than any love letter? For Steve it was, he did work in the local video shop.

You looked at Steve and smiled, taking his hand leading him back to one of the seats.

“How did you know I’d come and find you?” You asked as the film began to replay.

“Because it’s always going to me and you babe” he shrugged, taking your hand in his.

He had managed to find the box of popcorn from the previous movie and placed a piece into your mouth.

Breaking the cute moment, he rummaged underneath the chairs and lifted out a hidden bottle of champagne in a woven picnic basket with 2 glasses.

“Champagne?” He winked, with his famous smirk.

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readersregrets · 1 day ago

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Oliver x reader NOW 🔫🔪

🪡 *Threadville X Puppet Reader*🪡

You didn't specify, so I'm leaving it up for interpretation, can be read as platonic, queerplatonic, or romantic. Reader is gender-neutral and a “normal” Threadville puppet.

You first met Oliver when you accidentally knocked over a crate of his carrots at Pierre’s.

He immediately apologized like it was his fault, and then helped you pick them all up, complimenting your shirt mid-sentence like it was the most natural thing.

His sunhat must of been way too big for his head that day. He tripped on a garden hose and tried to pretend it was on purpose. You knew better.

After Veena saw him fumbling around you for ten minutes, she immediately decided that You'd be officially invited to their weekly tea parties from now on.

Oliver always brings a little jar of honey with a twine bow on it, labeled with your name.

You once complimented his bowtie, and now he wears that same red polka-dot one every time you're around. He swears it’s just coincidence.

Veena teases him a little, but she’s clearly rooting for him. She gives you both those knowing “old lady matchmaker” glances.

He gets super flustered when you show interest in his garden. He wants you there, please come back- but also he’s worried he’s boring you.

Will 100% give you the “pretty” veggies. Like if a tomato is shaped like a heart or a squash looks oddly perfect, he saves it for you.

Pierre quietly suffers the loss of quality crops from Oliver, he thinks it's cute.

He says he can’t grow flowers, but still tries every year just to surprise you with one. The collection of half withered carnations and daisies he's given you is steadily growing

He’s scared of bees but won’t let them near you. He’ll literally stiff-arm a bee out of your airspace. “I like their honey, not their buzz…”

One time some old furniture collapsed and nearly fell on you, Oliver didn’t think, he just grabbed you and shielded you with his whole body.

Shaky hands after, but a solid voice, “Jeepers, Are you okay?” he barely even notices the tear on his shoulder.

Turns red as a beat when you help patch him up later.

Still has visible stitching on his sleeves from where he got cut trying to get between you and danger.

He plays piano sometimes when he thinks no one’s paying attention. You told him once that his playing sounded “so homely.” He cried about it later. Quietly.

Loves watching rom-coms from your home with you but pretends not to understand the plots just so you’ll explain them to him.

He doesn’t get a lot of your jokes, but your laugh is his favorite sound.

Talks about his siblings a lot, especially Jasper’s old days of mischief and June’s drawings still faintly on the barn walls.

Doesn’t talk about his dad unless he really trusts you. One night during a storm, you sat with him on the cellar steps, and he told you about the first time he planted a seed, and it actually grew.

“He would’ve liked you,” he said, voice quiet. “He liked odd people.”

Theres no confession. He kind of just… melts into the idea of loving you slowly.

Starts offering you gloves when you help, then taking your gloves for you when you’re done. Starts brushing dirt off your cheek like it’s casual.

“You always look good here… I mean-! happy! You look happy! That’s what I meant-!”

Eventually gives you a jar of honey with a freshly cut red tulip on the lid and a small, folded note under it. You open it later and it just says:

‘I think you’re growing on me.’

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stellar-haikyuu · 2 days ago

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on a high note ☆ semi eita x reader

synopsis: when things don’t go well during your performance, a conversation with semi leaves you feeling lighter. details: hurt/comfort | fluff | romantic/platonic relationship | ~1.2k words | gn! reader | this is me coping with what happened during my vocal performance at a college party <3 my heart goes out to all vocalists out there

“You good?”

You nearly jump, not expecting anyone to have followed you outside.

“Semi?”

“Hey.” He gives you a small wave. “Are you alright? You left all of a sudden.”

“I just needed some air.” And to hide from everyone.

“I see. Mind if I sit with you?”

You shake your head, scooting over so he has space. While a part of you wants to be alone, the other half wants company; without someone to talk to, you know your mind can spiral toward unwanted places.

The first few moments are spent in silence before Semi finally breaks it.

“How are you feeling right now?”

You consider saying you’re fine, but it’s pretty clear you’re not. Besides, he’s probably figured you out—the guy’s decent at music, if his guitar jams in class were anything to go by.

“Embarrassed. Annoyed at myself,” you admit. “It was all my fault. Overpracticed, instead of letting my voice rest today.”

“You’re upset with your performance?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna face anyone after that.”

Semi hums. “I understand. Well, at the very least, no one was talking badly about you before I left the venue.”

You don’t know if his reassurance makes you feel better.

“Really? I find that hard to believe,” you huff. “It was pretty obvious that I was struggling towards the end.”

As Semi thinks of a response, your mind decides to relive the memory.

Actually, you don’t even remember what you sounded like. You couldn’t hear which notes you hit during the adlibs; you were praying they were all within the right key.

You weren’t sure if they noticed the decline of your vocal quality, how it wobbled and nearly gave out at the end.

Were your mistakes obvious to the untrained ear? Did they secretly expect more from someone of your caliber?

The anxiety from earlier starts to wrap around your ribcage-

“Three years is a long time to get to know someone.”

You blink, your breath stopping for a moment. “What?”

“We’ve witnessed your talent throughout the three years of high school,” Semi says, almost like it’s no big deal. “No one would doubt that you’re good at music.”

Though you know he’s trying to be helpful, there’s a small flame of irritation that you can’t put out.

“But what’s the damn point if I can’t deliver at the most crucial time?” you mumble bitterly.

Semi goes quiet for a few seconds, causing you to panic.

“Sorry! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be mean. I know you’re trying to help.”

“It’s fine,” he shakes his head with a small smile, looking down at his shoes. “I get it, it’s frustrating, especially when the memory is fresh. And I’m sure no one likes it when the things they practice hard for don’t go well.”

You nod. “This is a song that I was already proud to try. I did so well during my practices. Sucks that I struggled and ended up having to play it safe.”

“Well,” Semi clicks his tongue. “Say you had to do it over and your voice was still tired, would you have changed what you did earlier?”

Your eyes widen at the question he throws you, but you think hard to answer anyway. “No.”

“Why?” You feel the weight of Semi’s gaze and his eagerness to listen to you.

“My priority would still be staying in key, even if I lost vocal power and strayed a little from the original melody.” You explain. “If I performed the exact way I practiced, my voice would have started cracking and going off-key. You can’t push a tired voice…”

You nearly gasp out loud after realizing why he asked you that.

“Sometimes, all we can do is…make the most out of our situation,” he says softly. “We may not control everything that’s happening, but we can control something.”

“That’s fair,” you lean back against the wall. “I guess I’m grateful that earlier wasn’t the worst-case scenario. But, I just don’t want it to happen again.”

“It might happen, it might not. You’ll never know.” Semi shrugs. “But if there’s one thing I know, try to visualize the positive outcome more. And, learn from your mistakes. Okay, that’s two things I know.”

“I see,” you chuckle at the latter addition. “You know, you sound like you’ve been speaking from personal experience.”

“Hmm. Yeah.” He stares at the ground for a moment, pensive. “Volleyball stuff.”

“Did something upset you?” Your eyebrows raise at his change in demeanor. You weren’t under the impression that Semi was unhappy with volleyball, except for the school’s recent loss to Karasuno.

“Well, at first, but not anymore,” he admits. “I was replaced by a second-year setter a few months ago, which…stung.”

You nod in sympathy—the spots on Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team were notoriously tough to secure.

“But the coaches gave me the special role of being a pinch server,” he continues. “I liked that I could shine on my own for a few minutes, but it’s still incredibly pressuring. Like you, I once over-practiced and ended up straining my arm…when qualifiers were a day away.”

When you look at Semi’s face, there’s a tinge of annoyance and regret—the exact same feelings that have been festering inside you for the past hour.

“I was stubborn, so I went on anyway and did those risky jump serves. But, because my arm wasn’t in good condition, my form was horrible. I ended up playing it safe out of fear.” He pauses to sigh. “Coach really chewed me out because playing it safe defeats the purpose of pinch serving. I never did it again.”

Semi’s sharing comforts you—his words now hold more weight than they did earlier.

“I just accepted that pinch serving is like performing. There’s failure and success, no matter how much I practice.” Semi sucks in a breath before making eye contact with you. “That’s why I always try to give myself grace before moving forward. And you deserve to do the same today.”

“Oh.” You tear up at his sincerity. “That’s sweet. Thank you. And I appreciate you sharing something personal with me.”

“No problem.” He smiles again, offering you a handkerchief from his pocket. “Also, I didn’t mean to make it about me. It’s just that I related to you and-”

“Gosh, no. Don’t worry, I was the one who asked in the first place.” You dab the handkerchief at your eyes. “I’m glad you understand. It’s hard when the people you talk to don’t get it, but it’s clear that you do.”

“I get that. I’m happy I could help somehow.”

“Well. Either way, I’m sorry for doing you a disservice, Beyoncé.” You put your hands together and close your eyes, which draws a hearty laugh out of Semi.

“You can try again next time.” He shakes his head in amusement. “Wanna get back inside? They’re probably wrapping up, anyway.”

You hesitate. “Uh, not yet. Ugh, my stuff’s in there, though.”

“That’s fine. Let’s wait it out, then.” Semi takes his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll ask Tendou to let me know when the coast is clear.”

“Oh, that’s kind of you. Thanks.”

He nods at you in acknowledgement before typing a message on his phone.

“Hey, Semi?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for letting my day end on a high note.”

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lavenderhateswritting · 1 day ago

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Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader

Hotchner with an unsub reader

Walking into the crime scene after the bodies had been cleared was a deceptive process because the crime that had been commited in the house was violent. Blood had splattered the walls in such a thick cover that most it would have been easy to think that was just the color of the paint. The smell had seeped into the house and even after the crime scene cleaners had been through there was still a deep smell of rot and iron rich blood seeping through.

“There was a party in the house the night before.” Rossi was walking the length of the dining room where much of the carnage had been centered.

Prentis had been walking behind him, her eyes scanning the scene for any extra messages that might have been left behind.

“They were all drunk. So they hadn’t heard him come in. No sign of forced entry though that could be because they had forgotten to lock the door." Rossi began to walk deeper int the house toward the kitchen.

"Not to surprising. Its a quiet neighborhood with low levels of violence they were celebrating and didn't realize they hadn't locked the door after the last guest. Is this where the first people were killed?” Prentis was stading in the kitchen next to the kitchen sink.

"Chissy Wilson and Theodore Milkavich were likely the first to drop. They were in the kitchen together likely the first to cut off from the main group."

"He comes in through the front door, but he doesn't go through the main room, he can't fifteen people are here, but they all know eachother they'd notice he wasn't supposed to be here." They are both flowing around through going through the process of the kill. Rossi continues forward.

"So he starts in the kitchen, he waits in the pantry until two people break off from the group. And then he kills them quick quietly too because the others don't immediately find the bodies. Then what?" Prentis begins to speak then.

"Then he moves out of the kitchen toward the dinning room and he takes the gun and starts to pick them off one at a time. He doesn't have a lot of time and he knows it. The people in the living room are going to hear and come in."

"Once he's killed all of those the people in the dinning room run in and then he starts killing them too. No one outside of the house hears a thing." Rossi has his hands on his hips when he says this.

"Likely had a silencer on." Prentis begins to walk toward the window in the living room.

"When he's done he gets to work, he has all of the time in the world and a goal to make as horiffic of a crime scene as possible, but to what end?" Rossi says.

"Garcia just texted me we've gotta head back to the sherif's office they found a letter in one of the victims torso's"

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My Dearest Hotchner, I know that I have to apologize to you my love. The last few years have been difficult for me, hard in ways I could never describe to you, though I’m sure you would understand. I’ve learned that you’ve gotten a promotion in the years of my absence. I’m glad that those in charge have begun to see how amazing you truly are. I’m sure you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you and so, in honor of our beautiful reunion I have left you a little treat. I’m sure you’ve noticed the mess I’ve made already. You know you think that the husbands will be the biggest issue in cleanouts like these, but it’s never the case. The wives are usually the biggest fighters especially if she’s a mother. I admire that about women the deperaton with which women fight for their survival. One of the women. I believe her name was Caroline got me pretty good while i was finishing up my masterpiece I assumed she was dead, but sadly she wasn't. I’m sure you’ll find the blood somewhere around this mess of a scene though you’ll also find that I’m not on any system you could use to find me, sorry love what’s the point in making it that easy. I am a bit rusty I will admit .Neither of us are as young as we used to be though, it could also be because I went pretty big for my return. You know me love, I love the dramatics. Now come find me. Sincerely, Your Love

The tension in Hotch's jaw as the letter was being read out was unmistakeable. His entire body had begun to tighten up of the course of the reading of the letter nad he looked like he was close drawing blood from how hard he was clenching his fists.

"So he's back then and has some grand ideas about catching up on lost time." Morgan is standing off to the side of the meeting room arms folded.

"He says the last few years have been difficult. Maybe he's alluding to a loss of employment or a medical crisis. He does reference his age and a victim being able to fight back enough that they were able to hurt him." Reed speaks into the tense room.

"Hotch are you sure you want to get involved with this one. This guys got you in his sights only." Morgan turns his head to look at their leader and his nearly statue like stillness.

"He's going to cut his way through the entirety of this town and move to another one. He wants attention and in order to get it he will go to extreme lengths." Hotch took a deep breath. "We need all hands on deck and to end this before he hurts anyone else."

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Hotch had decided to later in his hotel that day. The speech he had given his team had reignited the certainty that they could not let this unsub go underground again. He could not let it show, but it had shaken him to have this killer come back into his life again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back into his chair. He had already unbottoned the top two buttons of his shirt. The tension in his neck and shoulders was all consuming he couldn't think about that now though. He didn't have time to be tired not while you were out there plotting hurting more people.

As he began to gatehr his things to go to bed when the ringing of the phone cuts through the silence of the empty room. He picks it up and places it against his ear.

"Agent Hotchner." The response he got in turn was an almost pregnant silence.

"Hello. Who is this?" He heared the breathing of the person on the other end.

"You gave a rousing speech back there." He stopped himself from inhailing to quickly you had been watching him. Of course you had.

"How did you get this number?" You started to giggle from the other side of the phone.

"Do you miss it? The chase, the excitment, having someone know you."

"You don't know me. You're a sick man who kills people becase their is something wrong with you."

"Aaron" Your voice drops from it's sardonic lightness to a more serious darker turn. "Don't be cruel. I've missed you your voice, your face, your passion. Have you missed me."

"Why would I have missed you. I don't know you." His voice begins to rise then.

"There's no way you still beleve that. You think I don't want you to catch me? Don't be ridiculous. I mean why wouldn't I want you to slam my body into the ground those strong arms gripping down on me pulling me around, manhandling me like I'm filth. You think I don't want that. It's what I touch myself to every single night Aaron." Your voice took on a whisper like tone the further into the monologue you got.

"You want me to cach you fine then come to the station turn yourself in." He took a deliberate effort to not think about what you had just told him about your sexual fantasies. Though he could feel the way your voice had brought a tightness in his slacks.

"There would be no fun in that Aaron. Me and you we're animals, we need the fight, we need the hunt. No turning myself in won't do you need to work for it. Aaron come catch me." You hung up the phone.

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adozentothedawn · 2 days ago

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Went to buy some hair oil cause the bottle I bought like 6 years ago is slowly running out, and had music on on the way, so clearly that means i now have more Dishonored AU thoughts.

So concept: Jessamine started sneaking out to a pub when she was teenager. (She thought she was being subtle and no one noticed, but naturally she was wrong, Corvo just didn't want to ruin her fun so he kept an eye on her from a distance.) She introduced herself to the people there as Marie and over the years made some friends. When she and Corvo became lovers he started joining her openly. (He also nearly choked on his drink when she introduced him as her boyfriend for the first time.) (Also also he never drinks alcohol while out with her so the pub regulars think he's getting over a drinking problem and try to be supportive.) Once she notices she's pregnant with Emily she decides it's too dangerous to go spelunking for a while and they go out one last time (at least until Emily is born). She does not drink there. Someone notices and immediately makes the connection and asks her when the baby is due with an incredibly smug smile. Hardly being able to deny it Jessamine admits her pregnancy to loud cheering. Eventually someone asks the concerned question though if that will be alright, what with the Abbey being what it is. Jessamine has an absolute brain blast and tells them that's why she and her boyfriend are about to get married. Again, deafening cheering, and Corvo looks like he might start crying any second or make out with on the spot. They start spinning a tale about how she has no family anymore and his folks are down in Karnaca and that they plan to leave in the morning, have a small ceremony and then stay there for a while until the baby is born. Marie's friends decide well then clearly they should celebrate the wedding now, especially if it's just gonna be a small private thing, they deserve to have a party, and so the entire pub gets swept up in celebration, and Jessamine and Corvo get to pretend for a little while they actually can get married.

(and maybe Daud or some whalers are hanging out there too and that causes a butterfly effect but I have nothing specific on that yet, I just got sad and wanted to not be sad anymore)

#dishonored #corvo attano #jessamine kaldwin #can you tell that the song was Marie's Wedding?#cause it was #by the high kings #highly recommend #its so important to me that people keep making lighthearted jokes about how disgustingly sweet they are on each other

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mayasaura · 1 year ago

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I'm seeing a lot of people afraid that Kabru is going to make fun of Laios, bully Laios, or turn around to mock Laios behind his back, and that's understandable. Especially since he did lie to Laios by pretending to like his omlette right after the Toshiro nightmare scenario of pent-up resentment.

But guys. Kabru hasn't actually done any of that yet. The bullying or mocking? It isn't there. Kabru has done some wild stuff. He contemplated killing Laios to get out of an awkward social situation. He thinks Laios' interest in monsters might make him dangerous in the future. But at the point we're at in the anime, he has never once secretly mocked Laios, undermined Laios to someone else, or thought of Laios as a person he can't respect. If that's how Kabru is secretly thinking about Laios, he hasn't shown his hand yet.

It does seem like that's where he might be going, with his fake ass bitch encouragement about eating monsters and inscrutable motivations. I totally get feeling anxious or defensive about the potential, but if you let that anxiety fill in the gaps of what we don't yet know about Kabru's feelings and intentions, you might end up missing a lot.

Or you might be right, and I just want people to wait until he actually does the thing to condemn him for it. I'm not gonna tell you where this is going.*

*Unless you're anxious enough about it to want me to, in which case my dms are open.

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi episode 17 #dm ep 17 #kabru dungeon meshi #kabru of utaya #like I'm seeing people acting like kabru has already started a mean girls campaign against laios when he most certainly has not #when Rin was still pissed about the theft thing Kabru (correctly) gave laios and his party the benefit of the doubt #i get being afraid of him especially if you have a history of getting burned by situations like toshiro #but I don't think a lot of people haven't noticed that their anxiety is making up feelings and intentions to assign to kabru #he hasn't told us his intentions yet

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svt17-imagines · 6 months ago

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𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʙꜱᴄᴇɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴊᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ?

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 14ᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ꜰ. ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ)

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ ʏᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄʜ, ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʟᴏʟ ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ!<3

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You couldn’t contain the maniacal laughter that escaped your throat as Wonwoo choked on his drink, a coughing fit erupting as he reached for the closest napkin he could find.

“I’m sorry… what did you just say?” He held his forearm to his mouth, desperately trying to contain any remaining coughs still threatening to escape.

“You heard me.” You leaned back against the foot of the couch, your legs sitting criss cross on the floor while you knocked your head back to take another shot. You giggled afterwards, wiping any leftover soju from your lips. “No man has ever made me come. Not even Si-woo.”

It was an embarrassing thing to bring up in retrospect, especially to your roommate of three years who up until now you’d only ever sparingly told the details of your intimate life to. But who the hell even cared about pride anymore?

Certainly not you… and certainly not the copious amount of alcohol currently traversing your system.

“But… you two were together for so long?” The confused expression on Wonwoo's face was downright adorable, and the subconscious urge to pinch his cheek was immediately pushed down.

“All relationships take sacrifice, mine just so happened to be any chance of ever achieving orgasm.” You cringed outwardly as you thought back to a particularly tough memory. “I remember one time he rubbed my inner thigh for like fifteen minutes thinking it was my—“

“STOP!” He croaked out, cheeks flushing brightly as you released a loud cackle, your eyes tearing up at your precious best friend.

You and Wonwoo had first properly met at the start of college, which was baffling considering you both had gone to the same highschool for four years without uttering so much as a single word to one another. It wasn’t to say you'd been completely blind to his existence that entire time, he had just always been much more reserved and quiet back then.

Not to mention way too handsome for you to even think about approaching.

If anything, the only people he ever really spoke with was your current mutual group of friends. You remembered meeting Seungkwan junior year, but it wasn’t until you were actually partnered as lab buddies in college that you’d grown close enough to get invited over for a pool party at his friend Soonyoungs place. Kwan had been in the middle of introducing you to Jihoon when a few people shouting from across the yard had stolen your attention, you could hardly recognize the goofy grinned boy who was getting flicked after losing a punishment game to be the same shy Wonwoo whom you’d only ever snuck spare glances at for the past four years.

The first thing you noticed was just how effortlessly funny he secretly was. Never in your life would you have guessed that Wonwoo, who only a few years prior refused to even make eye contact as you borrowed his pen, would’ve been right in front of you borderline screaming his lungs out into a karaoke machine. You and everyone else couldn’t breathe laughing as he strained to sing as high as his uncharacteristically deep voice could manage, all in an attempt to beat Soonyoung's high score. The entire night he continued to crack the most absurd one liners, which somehow felt even funnier because of just how impassive he usually was at school. You couldn’t contain the fit of giggles that escaped you practically every time he spoke, all while his hyungs encouraged him and wheezed in fits of laughter by your side.

The second thing you noticed was just how much the two of you actually had in common, your first real conversation sparking from an in depth discussion of FPS games, resulting in a borderline nerd off between the two of you for the rest of the party. You both got along so well that you had made plans for a duo match later that night, which then led into exchanging numbers, and then discord tags. You soon discovered a mutual love of classic movies, which turned into weekly film nights, then sleepovers, which led to grabbing breakfast together, then lunch… The two of you eventually spent so much time together that Wonwoo suggested you become roommates.

It was an offer that you agreed to almost instantly.

It worked perfectly. You each liked to have your own space, but not too much as you both got lonely pretty frequently. And the best part about two introverts living together meant that you also understood each other's social battery, which for some reason never really drained around Wonwoo. It wasn’t uncommon for one person to knock on the other's door out of boredom, asking to have a movie night or a meal together, or even just relax quietly in each other's presence. He was easy to talk to, listened to your ramblings and never judged. You’d rant to him whenever anything bothered you or made you upset, but you always made sure not to take it too far as you never wanted to risk making him uncomfortable.

But you were feeling a bit too loose tonight, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your system or the fact that you had just dumped your boyfriend a few days prior. Maybe it was the frustration you’d been bottling up at how shittily your, now ex, treated you for the past year. Everything was slipping through your lips a lot easier than usual, even the information you typically kept close to your chest was pouring out without any filter.

As was evidenced by the abrupt confession about your sex life.

“I thought things were, um, really good between you two on that front?” Wonwoo let out, his brows furrowing together in pure confusion. “I mean you never really talked to me about that stuff, but the noises coming from your room—“

“Fake. All of it.” You snorted, and the look on Wonwoo’s face was so comical you had to force your dizzy head not to fall over laughing. “What can I say, I’m one hell of an actress.”

Wonwoo had to practically wrench his gaping mouth shut, taking a swig of his beer as he seemed to mull over that information. You knew he wasn’t a big drinker, but after you came home practically begging to have a few drinks together to get your mind off of the hellish week you’d had he couldn’t just say no. Letting him have a few beers was the best you could compromise, as you were left to down the harder alcohol sitting in front of you both.

“Is that why you guys broke up?” He asked carefully, testing the waters. Your eyes widened slightly, realizing you’d never actually explained the details to Wonwoo, partially because the wound was still fresh but also because it was yet another embarrassing situation that made you feel small and vulnerable. You gave him a gentle smile and shook your head no, allowing the alcohol to explain for you.

“He’d been texting other girls for the past three months.” You sighed, pouring yourself another glass. “Wasn’t even careful about it either, he got a tinder and a hinge notification while I was over one night. What a dumbass.”

You downed the shot, this one burning your throat slightly more than the rest and you scowled at the feeling. It pissed you off, the fact that you wasted a year of your life with such a shithead and there was nothing to show for it in the end. Wonwoo’s silence might’ve been your cue to shut up if you’d been sober, but your inebriated brain just took it as an invitation to continue.

“I think the part that confused me the most was that I actually felt so relieved when I found out.” You put the shot glass on the coffee table, Wonwoo raised a brow in surprise. “I mean yeah, I was fucking furious about it. Woke that asshole up by dumping a cup of water directly on his head, packed my stuff and didn’t look back once.”

You fidgeted with the soju bottle, thinking over all the conflicting feelings you’d been working through the past few days. “But once I saw those notifications on his phone it really just kinda put everything into perspective for me, I guess. I don’t think I ever once actually imagined a future with the guy. I think, secretly, I always wanted some kind of excuse to end things.”

You adjusted your hand, even all the alcohol in your system suddenly wasn’t enough. “It probably makes me a bitch to say this, but I don’t think I meant it a single time I told him I loved him.” You winced slightly at your own words, a sliver of guilt trailing up your spine. “I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t say it back, you know? We were together for a while, and it’s not like I’m getting any younger.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “You’re not a bitch.” Your eyes shifted to study his face, his expression concerned but his eyes soft. “I’ve been here the entire time, every fight and every argument. The guy was a douchebag.”

You offered him a grateful smile, Wonwoo was always there. He comforted you and listened to you during even the absolute worst moments of your relationship, but never once did he tell you to break up with him. It confused you, since most of your friends came to that very same conclusion any time you so much as brought Si-woo’s name up.

“... Why don’t you ever… talk bad about him?” You remembered sniffling into a crumpled tissue, leaning into Wonwoo’s shoulder after finishing a particularly rough venting session. You’d just bawled your eyes out after the usual spat with Si-woo, and Wonwoo was rubbing slow, comforting circles on your back.

He furrowed his brows together and paused his motions. “What do you mean?”

“You listen to me cry and complain about him so much, usually Hao or Jihoon get sick of it and tell me to just dump him already.” You hiccuped slightly, and you noticed his lip curl up in amusement. “But you never say anything… Doesn't it bother you? That I still stay with him even after all of this?”

“I hate that you’re hurting, and I don’t like seeing you sad.” He frowned slightly, and brushed a strand of hair from your tear stained cheeks. “But if you have to cry, I’m just glad I can be here so you’re not feeling these things alone.”

He playfully placed his index finger between your eyebrows and pushed your head back softly, you laughed and another hiccup escaped “I trust that you would leave him if you felt like it was the right thing to do. I don’t think offering up solutions and badmouthing him while you’re in so much distress will help anything.” His gentle smile practically froze you in place, the genuineness in his tone melting away any lingering tears.

“I’m always here, if you ever need someone to just listen.”

That singular moment provided you more comfort than you could ever remember receiving from someone. You weren’t scared to talk about your feelings anymore, you didn’t have to hide your emotions around Wonwoo like you might’ve done around the other guys. But it also disappointed you to a certain degree, because in all honesty if there was anyone you wanted to tell you to end things with Si-woo… It was him.

You knew you’d developed feelings for Wonwoo about a month after meeting him. It wasn’t hard, with how easily the two of you had bonded and how breathtakingly handsome he was. It was more difficult to actually keep it a secret, as you were both practically inseparable and he was always looking at you with such kind eyes and the prettiest smile.

The thought of confessing never so much as crossed your mind. You never dared even speak about it aloud, not even to your friends, but the feelings involuntarily stuck around longer than you anticipated. One month of friendship turned into two, then three turned into four, and when you hit a year was when it all came to a crashing stop.

Your friend Mingyu had set Wonwoo up on a blind date with someone from his job, and they ended up becoming official not long after.

Hana was her name, gorgeous with long dark hair and wispy lashes, she had a model figure and the most charming Daegu dialect. She suited Wonwoo well, the two of them immediately becoming an absolute powerhouse of a couple in terms of visuals. You congratulated your friend and his new girlfriend with smiles and squeals of course, but it did nothing to stop the silent cries you’d given your pillow the weeks following. It took time, it took effort, and it took a lot of strength, but you eventually got past it.

Si-woo was your first venture into dating after properly getting over your little crush, about a year after Hana and Wonwoo got together. He treated you like a princess in the beginning, and you had to admit it helped soothe that leftover ache.

It was the small moments, the good moments with Si-woo where you felt yourself properly moving forward, moving past all those lingering feelings. But it was the bad moments that made you regret it, the ones where he would search through your phone while you went to the bathroom, the ones where he would ignore you for days because you were laughing a little too much at one of Dokyeom’s jokes, the ones where he wouldn’t take you on any dates unless you agreed to pay for them.

It wasn’t right, all your friends knew it and you did too, but routine can be a scarily addictive thing.

You remember being proud of yourself for not feeling much when Wonwoo had told you he and Hana had broken up, roughly a month into your own relationship with Si-woo. Obviously you felt concern for your friend’s wellbeing, for his mental state and whether or not he was heartbroken over it all. But you didn’t squeak in concealed excitement, you didn’t jump for joy behind closed doors, and you didn’t go to bed picturing yourself and Wonwoo’s first date like you probably would have a year prior.

You might’ve felt a little bit of happiness. But only a little.

“Look at you, finally saying something bad about him.” You chuckled, watching your own hand pour soju into a glass as if you had no control over it. “I’m surprised you held back for so long, Hao always had lots of creative words to describe Si-woo. “

“I’m not gonna lie, keeping it in was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” You snickered outwardly as he exhaled. “But you needed someone to listen. That was much more important than making it known how badly I wanted to shove his head into a wall.”

“Tell that to Cheol, he almost strangled the guy when I told him half the shit he did.” A sigh escaped and you softly swished the soju against the shot glass. “I mean honestly, when he used to get mad at me for hanging out with the guys? Calling the video games I played childish, nagging me if I wore something even slightly revealing to class, the list goes on and on.”

Wonwoo shook his head with a huff. “I never knew how you dealt with him, I respected it, but I never understood it.”

“I honestly have no idea either, dude.” You exhaled, your cheeks puffing as you leaned your head back to look at the ceiling fan. “What’s even worse is I faked so many orgasms for that fucker just so he wouldn’t feel bad, I gave the performance of a goddamn lifetime too!”

“You were doing charity work honestly.” He chuckled, sipping his beer once more. “I don’t think I remember you ever saying a single good thing about the guy while you were together, isn’t that crazy?”

“That’s because there wasn’t.” You snickered, your eyes glancing to look at Wonwoo once more. “The worst was when we fought about you, though.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Me?” You nodded, smiling at his expression. “You never once mentioned you guys having arguments because of me?”

“I never wanted you to feel bad because of it.” You shrugged a single shoulder, the rest of your muscles completely relaxed. “You’re my roommate. You’re also an attractive guy. He was a controlling and jealous asshole. It’s pretty easy to put two and two together with how he’d react.”

Wonwoo seemed conflicted, as if unsure whether to apologize for causing issues or to agree with the sentiment of Si-woo being a terrible partner. Your next words came out like an echo, and your mind was much too slow to stop them from spilling out before they reached your tongue.

“To be fair, he was right to be worried.”

A stifling silence fell upon the cozy living room, and you weren’t even able to fully process what you had actually said because you were too busy taking another shot. The movement of it made you feel fuzzy, and the look Wonwoo was giving you made you giggle.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his mouth looked oh so attractive at the moment you just wanted to crawl over and nibble on it. A stray laugh escaped your mouth.

“I had a crush on you, dumbass.” You hiccuped, using your hands to emphasize something large. “A biiiiig one, a long time ago~”

You reached down to pour another shot but Wonwoo stopped your hand. You frowned, watching as he brought the soju bottle and glass to his side and away from you.

“If you’re just gonna sit there drinking your little beer like a baby, one of us has to at least finish all the real alcohol!” You whined, pushing your arm out and attempting to snatch the bottle back weakly.

Wonwoo was still for a moment, and instead of giving in to your complaints proceeded to take a long swig from the bottle itself. You couldn’t hide the dumb grin growing on your face as he drank it all down in one go, a couple of coughs escaping to show his unfamiliarity with the drink.

“There, all gone. No more for you.” He spoke while clearing his throat, and your head was barely able to comprehend the fact that he was right. The bottle Wonwoo had just finished was the last, everything else on the table being empty or with just enough to fill a cap full. You groaned.

“We should go get moreee, you need to get on my level so we’re even.” You grunted, attempting to stand up from your seat on the floor but stumbling and falling back down in your original spot.

“I don’t think any amount of alcohol would ever get me to the state you’re in right now.” Wonwoo chuckled, his voice low and deep, practically giving you goosebumps. “You should get ready for bed before you black yourself out.”

“You promised you’d distract me from my shitty week, if you send me to my room all I’m gonna do is drive myself insane thinking about everything.” You pouted, swaying slightly and giving your roommate a questioning brow. “Are you going back on your word? Abandoning your drunk, sad, pitiful friend like this?”

Wonwoo let out a deep sigh and you knew you had him, he grabbed his beer once more and took his final sip of it before placing it on the coffee table. “Fine, what do you want to do?”

“Games.” You clapped excitedly, shaking your head when Wonwoo started crawling over to set up the PlayStation a few feet from you both. “Not video games, board games! Or a card game or something.”

“I’m pretty sure we left all our physical stuff at Jun’s place last time we all hung out.” Wonwoo frowned after peering through the glass cubbies of your media cabinet. “I’m not sure we have anything here to play with.”

You thought for a moment, eyeing down the empty shot glass when the idea sprang up almost instantly. “What about ‘Questions’? We haven’t played that in so long!”

“A drinking game? Did you forget that I just downed the rest of the alcohol?” Wonwoo motioned to the table, scratching the back of his neck. “The whole point is to drink if you can’t answer.”

“We can just answer everything then!” You snickered, watching as Wonwoo rubbed his eyes under his glasses, no doubt exhausted by your behavior tonight. “Orrrr we can bet. Whoever doesn’t answer first has to do whatever the winner wants.”

He looked at you for a moment, considering. Those spare seconds allowed your delirious mind to subtly ogle your roommate, your mouth drying up just from a mere once-over of him. He picked out the most basic, comfortable clothes he owned, a plain cotton black tee with loose fitting black sweats, and yet it always baffled you how he still managed to look runway ready. His long black hair was messy, and the itch to run your hands through it all was interrupted when Wonwoo moved to settle in and leaned his elbow on the table, his chin resting in his palm.

“Fine, deal. You first then.” He nodded towards you and you couldn’t help the feelings of excitement and happiness that bubbled up in your stomach. You sat up straight to think.

“If you had to make out with one of the guys, who would you choose?” You cackled loudly as Wonwoo scrunched his face in disgust at the question. He hesitated for a while, and you grinned thinking you might’ve already won.

“Jeonghan, but specifically when he had his long hair.” You let out a noise of approval but he visibly shivered at the thought. “I’d simply close my eyes and try not to think about it.”

“Hot.” Wonwoo threw a stray couch pillow at your face in retaliation and you snorted a laugh. “Jokinggg~ It’s your turn.”

“… So, when exactly did you have that little crush on me?” You rolled your eyes.

“Not letting that confession slip past, I see?” You scoffed at his small self satisfied smirk, the urge to kiss it off fighting every nerve in your intoxicated head. “You’re so obvious, trying to fluster me… but I’m over it buddy. Those dazzling charms don’t work on me anymore!”

“I’m not hearing an answer.” Wonwoo hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkling to match his smile. “Should I take that as me winning? Or~”

You sighed and gave in reluctantly. “A few weeks after becoming friends.” His smile turned to a look of genuine surprise and you suddenly felt a bit self conscious at airing it all out.

“That early on?” He spoke uncharacteristically gently, and you nodded slowly. His brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you ever tell me—“

“Woah there buddy, not your turn anymore!” You laughed a bit anxiously, already trying to think of a question that would get him to lose lest he keep pressing the subject. “My turn now!”

Wonwoo appeared disappointed but motioned a hand for you to continue. The hammering in your chest was a little too hard, and you weren’t sure if it was just because of the soju anymore.

“Why did you and Hana break up?” You spoke softly. In your head it was a sure fire way of winning, he had never told anyone the reason, not even the guys. You respected his privacy enough not to prod the subject, but you figured if there was any time to casually ask about it, it was while the soju was still thrumming strong in your veins. He stayed quiet for a few beats, and right when you were sure you had won, he sighed before answering.

“We never actually loved each other.” He spoke quietly, almost to the point where you had to strain to hear him. “We distracted each other for a decent amount of time, but that’s pretty much it.”

You knitted your brows together, shocked at how his one answer managed to cause a million other questions to run through your mind. What on earth did he mean by that? Him and Hana were a match made in heaven as far as you were able to see, both of them practically glowing whenever they had each other around. They never fought, always went on dates, hell she even stayed over at the apartment a few times.

“When did it stop?” Wonwoo’s voice tore you out of your own racing thoughts, and you looked at him dumbly.

“What?”

“The feelings you had for me.” He specified, his tone a lot more serious compared to when you began. “When did they stop?”

You swallowed dryly. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, they never went away. The overwhelming crush you had on him had been gone for a while now, but nothing ever really stopped those lingering feelings that still sat heavy in the back of your chest. If they were gone, why were you still finding him as gloriously kissable as the day you’d met.

“When you started dating Hana. I officially gave up around that time.” You let out whatever the liquor allowed you to, trying not to ponder too hard on it. “I mean, I couldn’t exactly have feelings for a taken guy, what would that make me?” An awkward chuckle escaped as you did your best to diffuse the tension a bit.

Wonwoo’s expression was unreadable, and your brain wasn’t even focused on the game anymore. Your head simply became muddled with questions, barely able to remember that you were only allowed to ask one at a time.

“What do you mean by ‘distracted each other’?” It was an odd thing to say no matter how you put it, and there was no guarantee that even if Wonwoo felt that way that Hana did as well. And maybe it was a delusional one track minded bias towards your roommate, but you didn’t want to think that he was just using her either.

“When Mingyu set us up, I had feelings for someone else at the time.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at the new piece of information, Wonwoo distracted himself by picking at his fingernails. “And when I met Hana, she told me she had feelings for someone else as well. But she said that it would never work out, she was extremely resigned to that fact.”

It took you all but a minute to put the pieces together.

“… Mingyu?” You asked, Wonwoo nodded.

“The person she liked most set her up on a dozen blind dates, how much harder can you really friendzone someone?” You nodded in understanding, feeling a heavy amount of pity for the poor girl. “My own self confidence was pretty low at the time, so we kind of just saw ourselves in one another. We did actually try dating at first but it never really felt right, it became more like a mutual partnership than anything else. We talked a lot, mostly about how hard it was to bottle everything up. We’d go out but would never hold hands, we’d sleep over but I would always take the floor, I’d pat her back while she sobbed over Mingyu and she’d listen to me vent till we knocked out. We just… helped each other. Distracted ourselves for a bit.”

You nodded in thought, noticing a small weight lift off your chest. What he had with Hana was companionship, it was sweet and caring but never romantic. It slightly fascinated you that they were able to maintain such a platonic relationship for an entire year, and baffled you even more that neither even came close to falling for each other when they were both such attractive people inside and out.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Wonwoo’s voice came out slightly strained, prompting you to give him your full attention. He suddenly seemed… frustrated? Upset? You weren’t sure, but the tightening of his jaw and downward gaze made your heart clench just from looking at him.

You could’ve lied, you could’ve said a half truth like being scared of ruining your friendship or that you just hadn’t thought about all that in forever. The alcohol flowing through your bloodstream had other plans though, and you had no restraint as you felt the real answer pour out without a second guess.

“What? And embarrass myself?” You laughed airily, watching Wonwoo’s expression tighten slightly. The most you could offer him was a shrug. “It was more like a fantasy to me, something I used to daydream about. Trust me, I am very self aware of where I rank on the attractiveness scale, especially compared to you. Telling you would’ve done nothing but humiliate the shit out of me, and getting rejected would have sent me spiraling.”

Wonwoo frowned, looking up at you with his brows scrunched in concentration. “Did I do something to come across as unapproachable to you? I hope you know I’d never ever make you feel bad over something like that.”

You shook your head immediately. “Nothing like that at all.” The fuzziness in your brain made your words slur a bit, and you paused before continuing. “I just meant I’ve always thought of you as way too out of my league to even consider—“

Silence.

Wonwoo’s conflicted expression dropped altogether, a small smile forming not too long after. Fine, maybe you’d just hinted that you still thought that way now. But what did you have to lose at this point? He knew about the crush, and there wasn’t much else for you to really expose about yourself. The feeling was oddly liberating, not having to hide or keep it all in anymore. Surely your sober self will be mortified in the morning, but right now you were simply enjoying the freedom that came with your inebriated state.

Just when you were about to scoff out something about never boosting his ego like that ever again, you noticed that the smile that had appeared faded just as quickly. You held your breath, his gaze becoming stone serious.

“I never want to hear you bringing yourself down like that, you have it completely backwards.” The sudden sincerity in his tone took you by complete surprise. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever come across as indifferent to you, but I do think you have severely underestimated just how breathtaking you are.”

Your eyes widened, utterly dumbfounded by the abrupt admittance. In the past three years Wonwoo had only explicitly called you attractive a handful of times, each one forever being burned into your memory as something to cherish. Granted it wouldn’t exactly have been appropriate for him to constantly be calling you hot while he had a girlfriend or when you had a boyfriend, but it just made the flattery he did give that much more heartfelt and genuine.

You felt your cheeks burn warm and you suddenly became incredibly overwhelmed by the temperature of the living room, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead briefly in a half-assed attempt to cool your face. You offered him a small smile, trying to play off how affected you become just from his praise alone.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you begin, a mock warning in your voice. “You’re not sly, I know you’re still trying to fluster me.”

“Maybe my goal is to get you to fall for me all over again~” He wiggled his brow, and you felt your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night. “Your turn, go.”

You tried to think of anything other than the one real question that kept stubbornly pushing its way into the front of your mind. You knew it had the power to either help you move on, hurt you, or… something else. You weren’t sure, but one look at Wonwoo and it felt almost as if he knew what you were thinking. Without wasting another second, the question tumbled out without a spare thought.

“You mentioned having feelings for someone when you started dating Hana…” You licked your lips, trying to sound as casual as you could but failing miserably. “Who was it?”

The stare you gave Wonwoo was anything but subtle, but you didn’t care. Your heart pounded, palms sweated, face heated as you found that you didn’t care to hide it anymore. It had been years since the “end” of your crush and you had already spilled everything tonight, the least he could do was give you the closure you’d been craving all this—

“You.”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat as Wonwoo offered a genuine smile. You simultaneously wanted to smack it off and kiss it off at the same time. You had to remind yourself that this was years ago he was talking about, not now. It was the only thing grounding you to the spot and keeping yourself from lunging at him.

“You’re such a dumbass.” You let slip, making Wonwoo’s smile fall slightly from his face. “What kind of idiot gets into a relationship with another girl when he has a crush on someone else? Talk about self sabotage.”

“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me too?”

“Dude, you really think I actually enjoyed just sitting there and watching you play League for five hours straight?”

“Do you think I enjoyed driving you to the official Sanrio store every week to look at the same five plushies you were never gonna buy?”

“… Touché.”

You both let out a stream of chuckles, but your muddled mind couldn’t let go of the fact that at one point in time, you both had feelings for one another. The guy who you dreamt and fantasized about for a year straight had liked you. Not only that, but he’d liked you even when he was with Hana, one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen. Your heated blood combined with the temperature of the room grew to be almost unbearable.

“If you don’t mind me asking, then…” You picked at a stray thread coming from the bottom of your shorts to keep yourself busy. “When did the feelings stop? On your end, I mean.”

You looked up at Wonwoo when he remained quiet, his expression unreadable. You raised an irritated brow at him when you couldn’t handle the silence anymore, and he grinned mischievously.

“I would answer, but it’s not your turn~” He hummed, you groaned.

“Fine, go.” He didn’t even hesitate to ask his next question, your entire body tensed.

“You said the thought of us together was like a fantasy to you,” your finger that had been picking at a thread pulled it out a little too harshly, “what kinda stuff did you fantasize about?”

The copious amount of alcohol in your bloodstream wasn’t nearly enough to answer any easier than if you were sober. You couldn’t quite look at his face, but felt only a portion of the truth slip past your lips. It took every ounce of strength in your body to restrain yourself from exposing more than needed.

“Just, you know, stuff that everyone thinks about when they like someone.” You shrugged, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “Going on dates, holding hands, sometimes kissing…”

“Being intimate?” Wonwoo asked and you froze, indirectly answering the question for him. “Was I good at it? In those fantasies?”

You didn’t need to look at him to realize he was probably just messing with you now, and you suddenly felt a small rush of regret for the potential ammo you’ve just given him to tease you for the years to come. Sure, he’d confessed his past feelings too, but that was still nothing in comparison to just how much you’d spilled about yourself tonight.

“Have you ever thought about me? When you were—“

“It’s my turn!” You interjected, eager to get a break from embarrassing yourself further. “You need to answer my question first.”

He shut his mouth and nodded, sitting back slightly with his hands relaxing in his lap. Perhaps it was wishful thinking or the soju clouding your brain, but after finally looking at his face again you noticed he seemed to be more genuinely curious than joking. His posture was straight, and his demeanor was surprisingly serious for someone who only meant to tease you.

“Same question I asked before.” You spoke softly, looking him up and down. “When did your feelings stop?”

Your heart practically stopped beating when he shook his head, his posture still stiff and seemingly anxious. You crinkled your brow, unsure if you actually understood the meaning of his response.

“They didn’t.” He spoke a bit shakily with a nervous grin plastered on, you felt a clump form in the back of your throat. “I ended things with Hana because I started feeling bad. We used to be pretty balanced when it came to communication, but after you started dating Si-woo… Let’s just say she listened to me vent a lot more than was healthy for either of us.”

You stayed quiet and unbearably still, afraid that moving would wake you from the potential dream you were currently experiencing.

“No matter how hard I tried, I’ve just never been able to stop thinking about you.” He mumbled carefully, eyeing your reaction. “But that’s not to say I can’t suppress it, as long as I have you in my life at all I’m more than happy. Even if it’s just as friends—“

“I used to go to sleep imagining what your lips would feel like.” You croaked out before you could stop yourself. Wonwoo’s eyes widened. “They just… they always looked so soft… I wanted to kiss you until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.”

“Wh— What…” He stuttered out, swallowing loudly. “Um, what else did you think about?”

“Whenever I went into your room while you were playing a game, I’d imagine you grabbing my waist and pulling me into your lap.” You shuddered slightly, watching Wonwoo’s eyes darken. “I thought about h-how your hand might feel squeezing my thighs, my waist… brushing under my shirt.”

“You remember that heat wave we had a few months ago? The one where our AC broke for a week straight?” He tilted his head slightly as he looked you up and down, you nodded your head slowly. “I lied about the maintenance guy being booked. I just wanted to see you walking around the apartment in that skimpy little tank top and those silk short-shorts a little longer.”

You smiled at that, your blood pumping faster at the thought that you might’ve affected him just as much as he affected you. Your eyes locked on the pair of lips that had plagued your mind for years and your mouth went dry.

“I used to think to myself a lot, about how hot you look in those glasses.” You spoke dumbly, biting your bottom lip as if to reign it in for the time being. “I always wanted to know if they stayed on. Whenever you…“

His brow raised almost instantly at your question, he smiled a little and adjusted the pair of glasses almost instinctively. You all but drooled at the sight, finding it nearly impossible to control anything at this point.

”They tend to either fall off or fog up, so I typically just take them off.” Wonwoo said, seeming to think over his next sentence carefully. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind trying to keep them on, if it was something my partner was into.”

You had to force yourself not to nod subconsciously, your veins thrumming at the very familiar fantasy of a half naked Wonwoo holding himself above you in his dorky little glasses. Instead you chose to shift your position to sit on your hands, lest your arms decide to reach out and touch the very tempting man seated across from you.

“Have you ever thought about me?” You scrunch your nose at Wonwoo, making it clear you didn’t fully understand his question. He let out a slightly shaky breath but spoke in a voice that oozed seriousness. “When touching yourself… Did the thought of me ever make you…”

You grinned and bit down the blunt ‘orgasm?’ that attempted to spring from your throat haphazardly. You looked towards the floor, still a slight bit anxious despite everything already having been aired in the open.

“I’d say nearly every time.” You chuckled softly, the silence that followed not going unnoticed. “I felt really guilty and awful, especially since I was dating Si-woo at the time and I also felt like I was objectifying my best friend. But then somehow it kinda ended up being the only way I could get that release, it’s fucked up I know… I should’ve just tried porn or something—“

“I thought you said you stopped liking me after I started dating Hana?”

You froze, gaining an entire arms worth of goosebumps at the note of realization in Wonwoo’s tone. You licked your dry lips, willing your voice not to crack.

“Uh, y-yeah. I did.”

“But you started seeing Si-woo after me and Hana got together.”

“O-oh, yeah you’re right I was probably just confused—“

“So you lied then?” Wonwoo’s posture was arrow straight, not a single hint as to what could possibly be happening in his brain. “You still liked me, even after I started dating Hana?”

You looked him in the eyes, mouth opening and closing but the words remained stuck in the back of your throat. He waited patiently, eyes locked in and tracking every move you dared to make, from the ragged breaths you took to your fidgeting fingers gripping the carpet fibers.

“… I lied.” You nodded, unable to look away from his piercing gaze. “I-I mean the enormous crush I had on you disappeared but… those feelings are still—“

Wonwoo didn’t wait for you to finish, he stood from his place across the coffee table and walked over to sit next to you. Your eyes followed his movements nervously, shifting awkwardly to give him a few inches of space.

Both of you now sat with your backs to the foot of the couch, your bodies facing forward with your heads turned towards one another. Wonwoo studied your face carefully and you swore you felt your cheeks burn an impossible shade of red.

“You know I won, right?” Wonwoo smiled softly, causing your intoxicated brain to stutter at the sudden shift in topic.

“What?”

“You lied to me. That counts as refusing to answer a question.” He shrugged slightly. “That means I won the game.”

You huffed out in mild annoyance, acknowledging that there was some validity in his reasoning. You were the one who rattled on yourself, there was no sense in fighting him.

“Fine, you won.” You admitted with a sigh, pouting out your bottom lip. An act that immediately caught Wonwoo’s gaze, and you felt your heart pick up its pace slightly.

“I believe there was a bet in place too,” Wonwoo spoke slowly, inching slightly closer to your side, “the loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” he brought his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his finger grazing your cheek and causing you to shiver, “do you remember?”

You nodded softly, anxiety and nervousness and excitement all bubbling up together in one big mesh of feelings within your chest. The proximity of your face to Wonwoo’s was close, but he was hesitating slightly and you were itching to pull him into you already.

“Is this okay?” Wonwoo asked shakily, cupping your chin and pressing his forehead to yours. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nodded once more, a little too enthusiastically this time. Your hands slid up to wrap around his neck and lock him in place, as if subconsciously terrified of him changing his mind.

“God yes…” You practically whispered, Wonwoo smiled softly at your words. “Please, I—“

The kiss was gentle, at least at first. Nothing but the soft feeling of pressing lips together and the closeness it provided. And yet at the same time it felt like a gong being smacked in your head, ringing throughout your ears and reverberating throughout your entire body. The motion of his lips moving against your own combined with his scent, the feeling of his calloused thumb stroking your cheek so carefully, it made you feel lightheaded. It was as if you were floating on nothing, completely weightless, the only thing grounding you being Wonwoo’s lips on yours.

He pulled away too quickly, looking at you seemingly for some kind of confirmation that what you both were doing was still okay. You gave him another quick nod, and he immediately dove back in.

The second time was much more intense, both of your eagerness quickly surpassing Wonwoo’s original intent to keep it slow and steady. Your lips moved languidly, opening slightly in an attempt to deepen the kiss to which he hungrily accepted. His hand hurriedly shifted to the back of your head to grab a handful of hair and tug it gently, it lowered to your neck, to your shoulders, to your arms, your waist. He gave you a squeeze and pulled you closer, almost like he couldn’t feel enough of you as quickly as he wanted. You clung on to the back of his neck like your life depended on it, relishing in the firm grip of his hands on your waist.

Your blood was on fire, every inch of you burning to be touched and to get closer to him. Your head grew dizzy from the very thought that any of this was actually happening, that Wonwoo was kissing you like he needed it to survive, that you were kissing him back. You almost didn’t believe it was real, that any moment now you’d wake up in a puddle of sweat in your bed and panting like a damn dog. If your hands weren’t the only thing steadying you from the exhilarating feeling of Wonwoo’s lips on yours you might’ve tried pinching your thigh to wake yourself up.

After a few breathless moments Wonwoo pulled his mouth away, moving to kiss your jaw up and down, his favorite spot being right below your ear. The sound of his heavy breathing caused your entire body to shiver and you practically felt his smirk press into your skin. His mouth moved to the crook of your neck, licking slowly and sensually before sucking the places he especially liked. His mouth trailed back up your neck to nibble on a particularly sensitive spot and you involuntarily let out a small whine.

Wonwoo froze, and you started panicking.

“Oh god I-I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I sound like that I’ll be more quiet—“

He dove back in to kiss you with a renewed fervor, his hands gripping your sides as if to anchor him as he let out a muffled groan. You gasped into his lips as he kissed you roughly, drinking you in as much as physically possible.

You couldn’t stop the satisfied smile that grew on your lips as you climbed yourself into Wonwoo’s lap, causing him to release an incredibly strained moan. His arms tightened around you, and his hands dipped under your sweater to make skin to skin contact with your waist. You arched into it, encouraging him as those same hands trailed up your back and down your spine, sending waves of tingles throughout your body.

The two of you continued to kiss heatedly as Wonwoo proceeded to explore your stomach and upper ribs, not allowing himself nor you the pleasure of touching just a little higher and causing you to whine repeatedly. He seemed to partially enjoy being a tease, partially hate torturing himself by holding back.

“I-I can’t… Touch…” Wonwoo mumbled out between wet kisses, you eventually detached yourself from his mouth to return the favor of sucking and licking his neck, somewhat allowing him to get a few more words out. “I can’t touch you…”

You frowned slightly and nibbled on his collarbone before pulling away to face him. His hair was a wreck and sticking up everywhere, his glasses were fogged and barely hanging off the edge of his nose, his pale skin was beginning to flush and his eyes were lidded and dilated. If you hadn’t known that the guy had been sipping the same beer for the past two hours you might’ve thought he was completely hammered.

“Why? Why not?” You crinkled a brow, placing your hands around his own that had been gently stroking the skin just above your stomach. “It’d feel so nice, soft, sensitive…” You slowly inched his hands higher, and felt his fingers subconsciously brush against the underside of your breast. Wonwoo let out a surprised grunt and you silently celebrated your choice of going braless beneath your oversized sweater. You tilted your head all the way back and leaned into his touch with a whimper, trying to get him to do it again.

“Fuck, fuck…” Wonwoo practically whispered, his breath hitching as he closed his eyes in an attempt to regain his control. He took a few deep breaths but froze his motions completely much to your irritation, you huffed out in frustration and wiggled in his lap impatiently causing whatever remaining strings were left in him to snap.

He removed one of his hands and used it to pull you closer to him. His hand roughly gripped the back of your head to rest on his shoulder while his other traveled to your sternum, still not quite close enough to touch your breasts but enough to make you audibly groan out.

“Are you trying to fucking torture me, huh?” He choked out, his already deep voice managing to go two octaves lower. “I’ve thought about this moment for years. You know how easily I could make you come right here? Right now?”

You whined and nodded quickly, feeling his hand sliding back downwards toward your navel. His mouth was pressed right against your ear, and the sound of his heavy breathing was fueling the boiling ache between your legs like nothing else.

“But no. I’m gonna take my time. I want to spend hours on you. I want to make sure you come back begging for me to touch you again.” His fingers trail the outline of your panties, causing you to shiver. “I’ll fuck you so good and dirty that it’s all you think about for months. You’ll be coming to my room in the middle of the night craving my tongue, and I guarantee my face will be buried between those thighs till you’re dumb and limp.”

Your entire body tensed up as the fire in your blood burned hotter, your whimpers became desperate as the desire to grind down on Wonwoo grew exponentially stronger. He seemed to catch on to this, immediately moving his hands to your hips to stall any movement. You groan out in irritation.

“But, I refuse to do any of that when you’re drunk.” His once incredibly lustful tone turned into one of gentleness and patience. You moved back from his shoulder to meet his eyes, gleaming with sincerity. “I need you to be completely aware of what we’re doing. I need you to be one hundred percent certain that this is something you want. And you definitely can’t do that right now.”

You pouted and were about to argue when you felt a spell of dizziness hit like a slap to the face. You gripped his shoulder to stabilize yourself, and his hold on your waist hardened to help steady you.

“See I know you’re right, but part of me is even more turned on that you’re being a good person and not taking advantage of me.”

Wonwoo laughed audibly, his goofy smile warming your heart and instantly reminding you of how you came to fall for him in the first place. You leaned in to offer another slow, languid kiss to which he accepted. The fact that you could do that now, just kiss him whenever you wanted to, it was genuinely like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. You sneakily attempted to escalate the kiss before you felt your head being tugged back.

“That’s enough, bedtime.” You whined.

“Now tell me why the hell you riled me up that much if you were just going to send me to bed.” You frowned, pouting as Wonwoo chuckled.

“I held back for three years, do you have any idea how much self control it’s taking just for me to stop?” He smiled, fidgeting with a loose strand of your hair. “I can wait one more day, but first I need to make sure you don’t wake up regretting all this.”

You shook your head quickly, not wanting that thought to plague his mind for even a second. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in to hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“Never. I could never regret any of this.” You murmured, feeling your eyes flutter shut. A rumbling from his chest that indicated a soft laugh reverberated through your body, and you distantly felt yourself getting picked up off the ground and taken into your own bed.

As you felt the familiarity of your blankets and sheets being tucked in tightly around you, you realized he had no intention to stay. It took ninety nine percent of your inebriated brain’s capacity, but you managed to quickly snatch one of his hands before he turned to go to his own room.

“Stay tonight..” you mumbled out without even opening your eyes, you felt his hand tense. “I won’t do anything, just stay…”

The last thing you felt was the feeling of the bed sinking in next to you as you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

You were hot.

Extremely hot.

Did you forget to take off your clothes before bed last night? You typically slept in your underwear for that exact reason.

You shifted your legs slightly and grunted out when you felt the thick lining of your favorite sweatpants rub against one another. No wonder.

You adjusted your position in an attempt to remove the pants when you suddenly found yourself locked in place, a heavy weight over your shoulder pressing down and restricting you from moving freely. Not only that, a warm, soft hand was gently wrapped around your own.

Your eyes flew open as you suddenly became extremely aware of the predicament you’d put yourself in. His breathing felt slow and steady, indicating that the former still hadn’t woken up yet. His mouth seemed to be directly behind your neck, if the warm air continuously tickling the back of it was any indication. You let out a small shiver at the feeling.

And to make matters even worse, the hard length that seemed to be poking into your leg definitely belonged to none other than the guy you viciously made out with last night.

IT WAS REAL?!

The splitting headache you’d initially felt completely dissipated as you instead focused on your actions last night. Your first thoughts began with denial, the truth that you’d spilt the entirety of your guts and more to your roommate and best friend who’d just been trying to cheer you up… it was humiliating. Not only that, you practically threw yourself into his lap and shoved your tongue down his throat.

You closed your eyes tightly as you held back the urge to sneak out of bed and run to the nearest airport. Maybe you could vacation to America for a bit, you spoke a decent amount of English, you could get by. Just long enough for Wonwoo to forget how desperate you had behaved last night—

I will never recover from this…

Next came the anger at yourself for drinking that much in the first place, what did you think was going to happen?? You were freshly single, drinking an absurd amount of alcohol around the guy you’d been fantasizing about since you MET him. You could barely control your hormones when you were sober, nevermind when you’re completely wasted.

Yeah, big genius you were.

Not only that, the two of you are roommates. What if things got awkward now? What if you had to avoid each other, what if he’s grossed out—

Wait.

…

He wasn’t grossed out.

In fact, if you remembered correctly, he had muttered absolute filth into your ear about what he wanted to do with you. He’d even been encouraging it as much as you were egging him on, he liked you back. He admitted it himself—

OH MY GOD?!

WONWOO LIKED YOU BACK?!

Your eyes opened once more and your jaw dropped slightly in realization, the soft snores from the man behind you had slowed to a halt and you felt your body tense. His limbs stirred and he lifted his head groggily to check if you were awake.

“Good Morning…” His raspy morning voice caused a tingle to run through your spine, and he didn’t even hesitate to offer a small kiss on your temple before laying back down. Your heart melted, and you slowly moved to pinch yourself slightly just to double check.

It seemed he was hit with a reality check of his own too though, because not long after the kiss you felt his entire body stiffen. He stuttered out, trying to form a sentence but struggling.

“I— uh… are you? O-OH!! Oh I am so sorry—“

He cleared his throat and shifted back slightly, enough so that you wouldn't be able to feel his “morning problem” against you. Your face flushed as you found yourself disappointed by its absence.

“I—it’s okay…” you coughed out, voice hoarse and mouth dry from all the alcohol you’d consumed the night prior. “I didn’t really mind…”

Wonwoo hesitated for a beat but never removed his arms from being wrapped around you, which you took as a good sign. You placed your free hand atop his and squeezed, boldly snuggling further back into his arms to let him know you were okay with being held by him. His muscles relaxed, squeezing you tightly in return and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Do you… Remember last night?” Wonwoo mumbled into your skin, goosebumps prickling your arms at the feeling. “You drank so much, I wouldn’t be surprised if you blacked any of it out…”

“… I remember everything.” You confirmed in a small voice, still a bit anxious for some reason. “At least I think I do? I could have definitely just imagined some portions, I’m not too sure what was fantasy and what was reality.”

Wonwoo laughed softly and you had to admit it was a bit embarrassing, knowing that he was practically sober all night while you had drowned your sorrows in soju and were unable to trust your own recollections.

“How about you tell me what you remember and I’ll let you know if it happened or not then?” Wonwoo suggested, and you felt your heart rate quicken at having to say it all aloud again. You knew that at least some of your memories had to be real, judging from the forehead kiss he’d given you and the clinginess he’d been showing, but what if you had completely imagined the steamy parts? It would be even more embarrassing…

You were way too sober to go through this again.

You sucked in a breath and started easy. “I confessed that I used to have a crush on you last night.”

“Wrong.” Your heart stopped briefly. “You confessed that you still have a crush on me last night. Present tense.”

You elbowed his side softly, causing a deep chuckle to escape his chest. “You know what I meant.” Still, a small bit of pressure was slightly lifted off your shoulders at his confirmation. “You told me you have feelings for me too.”

Wonwoo nodded his answer, his head still buried into your neck. You smiled at that, never once thinking that him returning your crush was even a possibility in the past.

“We—“ you paused, treading into dangerous territory. “We kissed… a lot. I got on your lap.”

You felt him clench his fingers around your own slightly. And before he could confirm or deny the claim, you rushed to get the rest out as well.

“You said some things… Some really, really dirty things…”

“I did.” Wonwoo spoke stiffly, probably embarrassed in his own way. You felt a rush of excitement at the confirmation, and a bit of nervousness as his rigid body tensed up behind you.

You both stayed that way, still and quiet for a few minutes, processing everything that had happened and where to continue from there. It was a lot easier and a lot less nerve wracking when you were drunk, but you gathered enough courage to softly press your behind into Wonwoo’s front.

A grunt of surprise escaped his throat and you sucked in your lip, hoping that it wasn’t too late to collect on last night's promises. You pressed back again, this time rolling your hips slightly in encouragement.

“Y-you… you still want…” Wonwoo groaned, his hand instinctively clinging on to your lower waist to pull you closer into him.

“Yes.” You sighed, wiggling slightly as you heard him suck in a sharp breath. “And for fucks sake touch me this time.”

Wonwoo didn’t need to be told twice, his hand immediately dipped under your sweater, once again exploring your navel, your sternum. An incoherent moan forced its way from your throat when his hand finally cupped your breast, kneading and prodding.

“It fits so perfectly in my hand, doesn’t it?” He gave a soft squeeze, using his index finger to play with your perked nipple. “God what I would give to see them bounce while I pound into you…”

You couldn’t do anything but whine when he moved his mouth to kiss your neck, never once stopping his ministrations on your chest. The feeling of his tongue traveling up to your earlobe then back down to your shoulder was almost enough to make you scream into your pillow, you clung to his bicep desperately as you practically melted into his arms.

You could barely register this was actually happening, hell you would’ve thought you’d been dropped directly into one of your dirty dreams if it weren’t for the fact that his physical presence around you was so strong. His scent, his weight, his voice… God you would have never imagined Wonwoo would be so vocal in bed.

.. Not that you were complaining one bit.

“Speaking of…” He spoke directly into your ear, causing a pool of heat to rise in your lower belly. His hand released your breast, finally exploring lower and dipping beneath your underwear. “Let me see just how fucking wet you get for me baby.”

You were practically panting at this point, and the soft pressure he provided as he prodded your folds almost made you come on the spot. You were getting impatient and he knew it too, proceeding to circle your clit with a deliberate smirk as he moved his hand faster, his eyes observing every detail of your desperate expression.

“Are you gonna look like this when I put my dick in you? God I bet it would just slide right in…” He let out a hollow chuckle as he inserted a single finger, making sure to also put pressure on his palm. You instinctively attempted to grind into it, shivering when he let out a deep groan. “What kind of noises do you make when you come, huh? I wanna hear them all.”

You gasp as his hand picks up its pace and he curls his fingers inward to find the perfect spot. You attempt to ground yourself by gripping the sheets, crying out and pleading for any kind of release from the intense pressure threatening to burst.

“Wonwoo… fuck! Pleaseeee!” You whined out, any leftover teasing in his voice seemed to dissipate at that.

“You’re gonna come on my fingers, then on my face, then on my cock.” He spoke carefully, inserting another digit and causing you to hum out in relief. “Then we’re gonna repeat it, over and over until you’re completely satisfied and your legs can’t even function anymore.”

You were gasping for air, eyes screwed shut as you focused in on the strings in your body tightening enough to snap any godforsaken second. He used his other arm to shift you from your side to your back, his face right above yours as you involuntarily spread your legs even wider to grant him better access. He chuckled darkly.

“You look so fucking good all desperate like this.” He mumbled, slamming his digits into you as he watched your reactions. “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I make you come.”

You struggled to focus but eventually your lids fluttered open, finding Wonwoo’s direct eye contact nerve wracking at first but soon realizing how much more intense it made everything feel. His finger curled once more and you arched instinctively, reaching a hand up to grip onto his muscular shoulder as an anchor.

“You like that baby?” He smiled slightly, eyes darkening with every small reaction you let out, you nodded quickly. “When you told me no one’s ever made you come I took that as a challenge, you know?”

You whimpered as he shifted to use his free hand to lift your top, nipples hardening as they made contact with the cold morning air. He took a moment to quietly admire their shape and size, but before you could begin to feel even slightly self conscious Wonwoo had leaned down to take one eagerly into his mouth.

You squeaked in surprise as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, your eyes screwing shut against your will and your mouth forming a giant ‘o’ as Wonwoo flicked his tongue around your breast, nibbling softly all while pressing his palm onto your clit.

“F-fuck!!” You cried out, moving your hand to grip the back of Wonwoo’s hair in encouragement. “Please please pleaseeee!! You’re gonna make me comeee!”

Wonwoo picked up his pace and sucked harder, causing you to scream out as all the sensations combined into a height you’d never even come close to replicating with your own fingers. You tugged Wonwoo’s head back suddenly to pull him off your breast, opting instead to pull him into a sloppy, messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth.

Your breathing staggered and an embarrassingly throaty noise escaped as the pressure finally burst into a feeling of complete euphoria. Your entire body twitched involuntarily and you groaned as Wonwoo pulled away from your lips to watch you ride through the sensation.

His fingers never stopped toying with your clit and his whispers of encouragement kept coming, creating an orgasm that felt more intense than anything you’d ever experienced before.

“That’s it baby, I want you to feel so fucking good, I want you to feel everything.” He muttered softly, not once slowing his fingers' pace. “I’m gonna make it so you feel this good whenever you want. You look so perfect like this, you’re so good for me.”

You whimpered when the stimulation grew too intense, and Wonwoo removed his fingers carefully. He leaned down to kiss you softly, sweetly and your heart fluttered at how gently he placed his hand on the back of your neck to pull you into it.

“Did you feel good?” He asked, pulling back to observe your face, scanning for any sign of regret or hesitation. “Was that okay for you?”

You breathed deeply, body limp with barely any energy remaining but you managed to nod enthusiastically. He chuckled and you immediately leaned in to kiss him once more.

“God, yes.” You murmured into his lips, using both your hands to pull him in deeper. “I could’ve probably come just from you speaking to me like that.”

He laughed heartily into the kiss and your chest warmed as he held you close, as if afraid you’d disappear if he let go. You bit his bottom lip and prodded his mouth open, meeting each other's tongue once more.

A needy whine escaped your throat when his mouth's pace remained steady against your own, you decided that he was way too calm for how hard he had just made you cum. He finally let out a deep growl when you gripped the back of his hair tightly and you felt the corners of your lips quirk up into a satisfied smirk.

“I want you to feel good too…” you muttered in an attempt to be sultry, moving your hands down his body to graze his hard length. He groaned loudly, pulling you in tightly as you ushered him on to his back, moving to straddle him.

“I thought I told you.” He grinned and pulled back from the kiss, using his own hand to stop yours from unbuttoning his pants. “This is for you. You already came on my fingers, now I want to taste you.”

You tensed at the idea of Wonwoo putting his mouth on you, a spark of both excitement and nervousness flooding the pit of your stomach in a dangerous mixture. The instant pooling of moisture between your legs was your body’s own indication that it had no qualms with his suggestion, but Wonwoo could sense your hesitation almost immediately and sat up to look at you.

“I hope you know I would never do anything you’re uncomfortable with though, are you okay?” His concerned expression softened your resolve almost immediately, and you nodded your head.

“I’m okay, it’s just… No one’s actually ever done something like that to me, down there…” Your face reddened slightly and Wonwoo’s eyes widened in pure shock. “I'm just worried it might, you know, smell or taste weird or something.”

“So it’s not just that Si-woo was bad at sex, but he never even tried something as simple as that either?” Wonwoo questioned in disbelief, you nodded with an embarrassed chuckle. “… Two years together, and the guy never even thought about eating you out?”

You felt your neck beginning to flush at his reaction. “I asked him if we could try once or twice, but he was kinda grossed out by it. I just gave up on the idea after a while.”

Wonwoo’s jaw went slack in a mixture of horror and incredulity, and you couldn’t help a stray giggle from escaping as he didn’t even hesitate to flip the two of you around. Your back was once again flat against the mattress, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he wasted no time in pulling your sweats down.

“I’ve wanted to do this for three fucking years…” He muttered, his tone giving your arm goosebumps at how deep and serious his voice was. “The amount of times I’ve thought about how you might taste… And that fucker couldn’t even be bothered to— You know what, I’m not going to bring him up right now.”

Wonwoo leaned down to take your mouth in his for a desperate kiss, his tongue circling yours and tingling deeply as if cherishing the closeness and intimacy. He pulled away slowly, trailing his tongue down your cheek to your neck and up to your ear while nipping at your most sensitive spots.

“Right now, all I want is for you to think about how good I’m making you feel,” he whispered, you let out a pathetic whimper as he traced the outline of your soaked panties with his fingertips. “I want you to scream out my name while I fuck you with my tongue.”

He leaned back and pulled up your sweater, taking a moment to blatantly admire your chest once again before diving in to take your left breast into his mouth, his hand palming the other. You squeaked at the sudden stimulation, arching into his wandering tongue as he proceeded to lick lower, and lower.

His kisses peppered along the top of your underwear and you tensed, he looked up at you reassuringly and brushed his lips softly along your inner thighs, squeezing and licking. You held your breath in anticipation but noticed his kisses had softened as if to soothe your very obvious nerves. You held his gaze as he nuzzled his cheek into your thigh, he was very obviously waiting for your approval to proceed any further and all it did was turn you on even more.

“Please…” You whispered, nerves on edge and the heat in your stomach only growing hotter. You wanted him to rip your underwear off already, to finally feel what someone’s mouth would feel like down there. His warm breath grazing against your heat was already exciting you even more, and you held your breath as a teasing grin bloomed on his face.

What you weren’t expecting was Wonwoo to lick you directly over your panties, right where your lips were. Your eyes widened and a guttural groan left your throat without meaning to. The feeling sent an electric shock shooting straight down your spine, and you braced yourself as he teased you, pressing his hot mouth and wet tongue against the already soaked barrier of your underwear.

“Oh… oh my god…” you gasped, shocked that simply feeling his mouth kissing you down there could elicit such a strong reaction from your body. Your mouth was stuck open in silent screams as he finally pushed your underwear to the side and began devouring you without restraint.

You barely even recognized the noises you made as your own, mind going completely blank as your muscles tensed at the vibrations of Wonwoo humming into your pussy. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, lapping up from top to bottom, swirling his tongue and licking up every single crevice like he was a man starved.

It was an experience you’d never felt anything like before, your skin and blood on fire from the heat his mouth emanated. Every lick stoked a flame that burned hotter and hotter until you were practically chanting his fucking name over and over again.

“Fuckkk, Wonwoooo!!” You cried as his pace slowed down, his desperate slurps turning into long, slow licks right down your slit. The tip of his tongue circled the nub atop your sensitive folds and you were groaning at how you could feel him smirking into your cunt.

“Hmmm.. I love when you say my name~” He mumbled darkly as he continued to flatten his tongue over your folds, chuckling as you blindly reached for the back of his hair to steady yourself. “When you come I want you to scream it out for me, okay baby?”

You nodded exasperatedly, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head when Wonwoo decided to insert a single digit. You cried out as you felt your walls clench around it, the feeling of something filling you almost enough to send you over the edge. His pace quickened, and you swear stars blinded your vision once his tongue began to flick your clit in time with his finger.

If your brain wasn’t currently MIA you might’ve been embarrassed at how quickly he was about to make you come again.

“Pleaseeee, Wonu!“ you opened your eyes to look down and realized he’d been observing you the entire time. You arched helplessly and released a strained moan. “Please I’m so fucking closeeee!”

His speed picked up slightly at your desperate tone, but it was him inserting a second digit along with his tongue lingering a little too long over your clit that sent you finally careening over the edge.

And fuck did you feel weightless.

Your entire body shuddered, your eyes scrunching shut as you felt your orgasm plummet you off a cliff and free falling into the air. Waves of unbridled pleasure crashed through you as Wonwoo continued his ministrations the entire way through it, and you heard in the far distance the sound of your own voice screaming his name out deliriously.

Your eyes opened to a blurry ceiling, your head and body still reeling from the aftermath of bliss you’d just experienced. Wonwoo remained between your legs, peppering soft kisses against your thighs and you couldn’t help the actual audacity this man had to be so talented with his tongue.

“Come up here before I ask you to do that all over again.” You pant out, completely spent and only half serious. Wonwoo smiled giddily and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You might need to pry me away… Because fuck if I could eat this every day—”

You tugged on his shoulder insistently with an exhausted giggle, and he reluctantly came up to your side to wrap his arms around you. You burrowed your face into his chest with a content sigh, smiling to yourself as you timed your breaths to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Good?” He questioned as if he didn’t already know the answer, you scoffed but nodded anyway.

“Phenomenal, outstanding, unparalleled!“

“Same goes for how you taste~” Wonwoo grinned. “Delicious, exquisite, absolutely delectable—“

“Next time I want to taste you too~” You teased, tracing the outline of his muscles, watching them tense up as you neared his nipple. You looked up as his expression suddenly strained, and you mentally smacked yourself as you noticed his obscene hardness poking into your side.

“Please don’t worry about it.” He shrugged casually, snuggling you further into his chest with a happy cat-like grin. “Close your eyes, let’s enjoy the rest of the morning and sleep in.”

You frowned, you knew he was trying to allow you ample time to rest and recover. Two orgasms back to back was practically unheard of when it came to your sex life after all, and your body was definitely not used to it. But three years of sexual tension was a long time to wait, and you were not about to blue ball him after everything he just did for you.

“I thought you said you were gonna make me come three times?” You questioned boldly, reciting his words from earlier this morning. Your hands trailed down to the top of his sweats and you noticed his jaw clench. “First on your fingers, then your face, then your cock—“

His mouth was back on yours instantly, his fervent kisses already winding you up and sparking a dim heat in your belly once more. You knew it wasn’t likely for you to finish again, but you also knew your body was aching to feel Wonwoo inside you. It was a carnal desire that went past pleasure, you just needed him as connected to you as physically possible.

“We don’t have to, we can just relax if you want instead.” Wonwoo mumbled out as he pulled away from your lips. His eyes were dark and heavy but there was still enough clarity in them to show he was still able to control himself. “I know you’re tired, if this is just for me I don’t want you to feel obligated—“

“I want you.” You interrupt, watching his molten eyes dilate and most of the clarity disappear all too quickly. Your hand reached lower, gripping the hardness of his length through his pants and he inhaled a sharp breath. “I need you inside me. I’ve never needed anything more—“

It was the last confirmation he needed to hear before attacking your lips again, crawling above you while sliding his sweats off easily. You grinned into the kiss and let out a gasp as he prodded your entrance with his finger, swirling your clit with his thumb.

A mewl escaped you as your sensitive bud was played with gently, you released his mouth and he immediately dipped down to flick your nipple with his tongue playfully. He kissed and sucked at your breast until you were careening into him once more, a faint rush of heat pulsing in your core as he slid his finger inside.

“It’s so soft in here.” Wonwoo breathed out, his patience very obviously wearing thin. You shivered at the sound of his voice, knowing that he definitely felt the swell of wetness that came just from hearing him talk. “Are you gonna let me fuck you nice and good, baby?

You cried out at the overbearing stimulation combined with his words, moving your hips in time with his fingers thrusting inside you. He entered another digit and you immediately knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

“Put it in. Fuck!” You groaned as he put a bit more pressure on your still recovering clit. You felt him shuffle with his underwear, kicking it off somewhere that you couldn’t be bothered to think about at this moment. “Put it in me right now. Fuck a condom, I’m on birth control.”

Wonwoo stuttered in his motions and let out a shaky exhale, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to keep his composure at the new information. You needed him raw, you needed to feel every inch of him pounding into you and you needed it immediately.

You relaxed your body when you felt him lining himself up to your entrance, and you both moaned cohesively as he rubbed his tip along your folds to moisten it up. He pushed in softly, slowly, carefully as you felt yourself fill up inch by inch.

He was big. Not too girthy but exquisitely long, and the further he entered you the more you were shocked at how easily your body allowed him to slide right in. You could feel the veins pulsing alongside his length and your walls clamping down around him, effectively keeping him locked in place. The two of you breathed out deeply as he finally bottomed out, and you’d never felt more full in your entire life.

“Oh… fuck! Oh my god…” Wonwoo gasped shakily, his hand gripping your waist so tightly you wouldn’t be surprised if it was bruised in the morning. You groaned as you clung to his shoulders, itching for him to move already. “You’re so fucking tight… I can feel everything…”

“Wonwoo please…” you all but begged, he took one more deep breath and proceeded to thrust downward, resulting in an obscene moan from the both of you. “Please! Fuck meeee!”

Any semblance of self control remaining in Wonwoo seemed to have snapped at that, as he proceeded to drill you into the mattress furiously until you let out the most animalistic groan either of you had ever heard. It did nothing to quell the fervor in which he rammed into you, if anything causing his passion to escalate tenfold.

“Oh yeah? You fucking like that?” He grunted out, the slapping noises of your bodies meeting making you feel lightheaded. “You like when I fuck you like this? Raw and hard?”

You whined out and nodded exasperatedly, gasping as he paused to lift your legs over his shoulders, grabbing you by the waist to lift and pull your body up into his. A strangled cry escaped at the new angle, his length deliciously hitting you right in the sweet spot as he plunged himself into you full force once again.

“Tell me you fucking want it.” He panted out, a light sheen of sweat forming on his chest and his eyes locked in on where your bodies were connecting, in and out, in and out. “Tell me you want me to fuck you like this over and over again.”

You screamed as he brought his hand down to play with your clit once more, and you found yourself absolutely overwhelmed by the fact that you were yet again on the brink of orgasming for the third time this morning.

“Pleaseeee Wonwoo, I want you to fuck meeee!” You begged out, your words pitching up with every thrust he gave. His free hand reached down to play with your breast, your other one bouncing liberally as he proceeded to pound into you.

“You look so fucking hot like this…” He muttered, practically to himself which only fueled the ever growing knot in your stomach. “F-fuck!! I’m gonna—“

“Cum in me, pleaseeee fucking fill me up—“ You cried out, and it was the last thing both of you needed to hear before finally climaxing together.

If your last orgasm was like a free fall, this one was like being hit with a freight train. Wonwoo’s thumb on your clit combined with his last full force thrust shoved you over the edge so hard and fast you swear you stopped breathing for a moment. The added feeling of him filling you up simultaneously was so intoxicating that you swore from then on that you would always let him come inside.

Wonwoo collapsed atop you, panting heavily into your shoulder as you stroked his back, equally as breathless. The aftermath of your body spasms calmed down after a few minutes, your simultaneous heaving settling down into long, deep breaths.

Taking a second to gather some energy, you couldn’t help but wince as Wonwoo pulled himself out slowly and slumped to your side. You nuzzled up to him, throwing your weak limbs around his body and practically melting into the mattress. You heard him exhale loudly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Wonwoo murmured tenderly, obviously still dazed and reeling. You let out an airy laugh.

“And now we have all the time in the world.” A cheesy grin grew on his face at your words as he squeezed you tightly, and you’d never felt more comfortable and safe than you felt in his arms at that moment.

“You’re right.” He smiled, gently stroking the back of your head. He ran his fingers through your hair sweetly, kissing your forehead as your eyes fluttered shut and his last words echoed in the distance.

“And I’m never letting another second with you go to waste.”

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goaskangel · 3 months ago

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olderboyfriend!nanami headcanons

cw : age gap, 30-40's with 18+ reader, posessive/slightly toxic nanami, spanking, ccuuummmmm

olderboyfriend!nanami who comes your way, very unexpectedly. you could question why his instincts leaned towards a young lady like you, when he himself carries a sophisticated attitude with ironed suits and framed glasses.

you’re not complaining, though!

olderboyfriend!nanami who takes his time to get you to warm up to him, knows he’s intimidating to the average person with his stoic and reserved resting face. but he knows a girl like you just needs a little more time.

olderboyfriend!nanami knows how to schedule and work around things. always managing to take you on dates every friday, even through his tight work schedule. a dinner, a fancy local restaurant, maybe a movie or bar if he’s feeling playful.

olderboyfriend!nanami who takes appreciation in every gesture you do for him. his sweet baby who goes out of her way to bake him a sweet treat or pick up his favorites from his dearest bakery.

olderboyfriend!nanami who doesn’t only love you but guides you. feeling stressed out about work or university? don’t even worry—nanami’s got you all figured out. whether you need help organizing your messy set-up and schedules, or if you just need someone to talk too. he’s just always so reasonable and gives the best advice while understanding and listening to every word you say.

olderboyfriend!nanami who drives you around anytime you need. gotta run some errands? kento’s right outside, wanna go shopping? hell, his card’s already in your hands.

olderboyfriend!nanami who can’t help but keep a hand on you, either for his own comfort or your safety, but he is very protective. taking quick glances of your surroundings as you pick through a clothing rack at your favorite store, his hands never leaving your waist or shoulders. he’s got to ensure his girl’s safety is all! and to make sure no guy your age thinks they’ve got a chance. this goes for anywhere. taking walks with his arm around you and driving around with his hand on your thigh. especially at bars or parties, he knows how guys your age are. they don’t care about your well being, can’t take care of you like he can. obviously you’d be with somebody who’s already got it all figured out!

olderboyfriend!nanami loves domestic moments with you. his only motive to keep going throughout the week is for friday nights into saturday mornings—when he’s got you nice and comfy in his bed, or when he stays the night at your place, which is when he silently plans to get you moved in with him.

he likes to feel you under him, or the feeling of you rubbing your face into his chest when you’re about to fall asleep. he runs his fingers through your hair, soothing himself to sleep.

NSFW

olderboyfriend!nanami who, along with being overprotective with his actions, tells you in bed. his mature hands running over and over your body as he fucks himself into you. kissing your pretty face between thrusts, and speaks,

“can’t imagine myself without you, god—you’re all mine, y’know that, pretty? nobody’s gonna feel you and love you like i do. nobody.”

olderboyfriend!nanami who enjoys ending and starting his day with burying his cock into your sweet cunt. keeping you tightly against him as you cockwarm him into the morning. some days you’ll wake up before him, admire how his usually tamed, blonde hair runs messily with sleep. you’ll notice the morning wood he’s got going and take it as your duty to wake you precious, older man with a sweet morning treat.

just how thankful he gets when he’s woken by your hot, young mouth around his length. his darling suckling at his creamy tip for breakfast.

olderboyfriend!nanami who loves watching you touch yourself. maybe he’s got you twirling around in lingerie you brought for him with his card. he’ll lay you down and watch as you moan and grind your hips restlessly with your smaller fingers rubbing at your clit. teasing you, he’ll keep his greedy eyes on the way your pussy leaks with every praise he adores you with, his own hand adjusting himself through sweatpants.

olderboyfriend!nanami who can’t himself when it comes to your skin. with his possessiveness, he just wants to mark you in any way possible. kissing your lips long enough until your lips are plump with blood and pouting from how he keeps teasing you. leaving love bites on your neck, trailing to your breasts, licking them softly to show some type of poise. sucking hickeys onto your neck, barely low enough to hide them with the collar of your work shirt.

his favorite—when you’re acting up. get a little too comfortable with him, say something you know you’ll regret and you’ll end up over his knee. smacking handprints into your perfect body, putting you back into your place, he just can’t get enough of it.

another favorite would be pumping load after load into your tight pussy. too many to count, thick and heavy loads of cum filling you to the brim. you could almost forget his older age with the stamina he’s got of a young man. aaa, he’s perfect, you wouldn’t take him any other way!

comments, reblogs, likes are always apperciated !

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aerialmirrorss · 6 months ago

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𝐧 𝐨 𝐛 𝐨 𝐝 𝐲 𝐠 𝐞 𝐭 𝐬 𝐦 𝐞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆ rafe cameron

playing: 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 by sza 𝜗𝜚˚｡˚ ⋆

synopsis! a kickback on the beach involving both kooks and pogues turns ugly after rafe sees jj maybank talking sweetly in your ear..

paring: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

warnings: friends? with benefits , angst , mentions of underage drinking , violence (fist fighting) , toxic!rafe , sexual content + rough unprotected car sex! , choking , fingering , mature , 18+ (minors dni!)

word count: 6.7k

notes: thinking about making this into a series but it just depends on how we all like it so lmk!

chapter two: 𝐰 𝐢 𝐥 𝐝 𝐟 𝐥 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆

chapter three: 𝐜 𝐚 𝐬 𝐮 𝐚 𝐥 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆

“you’re a fucking idiot,” kie says through a burst of laughter, watching jj attempt to shotgun two beers at once. instead of drinking, most of the beer spills straight onto the sand, leaving him grinning like it was all part of the plan.

a soft giggle slips past your lips as jj smashes the crushed cans together dramatically, then thumps his chest like he just pulled off something incredible—even though he couldn’t have failed more miserably.

you shake your head, pointing at the two crushed cans lying in the sand. “don’t give him any more if he’s gonna pull shit like that!” you say, half-serious, half-amused.

jj’s grin fades into a mock frown, his brows furrowing as he throws his hands up dramatically. “what? i was just getting started!” he protests, though the beer-soaked sand beneath him says otherwise.

you roll your eyes, ready to fire back at jj, when the vibration of your phone in your hand distracts you. the name on the screen makes your stomach flip, and you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting to keep a smile from slipping out where your friends could see.

kook devil: wya?

you: beach kickback on the cut

kook devil: omw

this time, the smile wins. you glance down at the screen, the corners of your lips tugging upward despite yourself. it wasn’t the first time rafe cameron had texted you late at night, asking where you were. but no one else knew that. and you weren’t about to admit it to anyone—especially not to your friends.

friends who hated kooks with a passion. and everything, and everyone, that came with them.

“what are you smiling at?” sarah asks, her voice light but laced with curiosity, as she and john b stroll over, his arm draped casually over her shoulders. her amused grin only makes you more nervous.

you lock your phone instantly, still smiling but scrambling for an excuse. “my package just got delivered,” you say quickly, trying to sound nonchalant.

sarah hums in response, the suspicion in her tone subtle but enough to make your stomach tighten. you don’t notice, too busy avoiding eye contact and silently thanking the chaos that erupts when jj and pope start arguing about something ridiculous, as usual.

you knew what you were doing was wrong. so wrong, especially to sarah. if she ever found out you and rafe were hooking up behind everyone’s backs, she’d lose it. they all would. and not just because he’s a kook.

it’s because he’s rafe fucking cameron.

it was kind of a blur how it all started with rafe. you remember being at a party—not sure if it was here on the beach or in figure 8—but of course, he was there, lingering in the crowd. all night, his eyes kept finding yours, holding your gaze just a little too long.

a couple of tequila shots later, you found yourself in his truck, attempting to ride him as he fucked you senseless, leaving you a trembling mess of moans and breathless curses.

ever since that night, you’d fallen into a rhythm—friends with benefits, if you could even call it that. except you weren’t friends. not even close.

you and rafe both knew the deal—just sex, no strings attached. it was made clear the second time you hooked up. after somehow getting your number, rafe texted you at 1 a.m. asking to meet. if it had been anyone else, you would’ve said no without a second thought. but rafe cameron always gets what he wants.

afterward, it was rafe who spelled it out: just sex, nothing more. and you agreed, even though the words stung more than you cared to admit. you told yourself you were fine with it, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if you played along long enough, he’d change his mind.

except he hasn’t.

and what really reeled you in was just the other day, you spotted him on the golf course with stacy thornton, topper’s cousin of all people. and of course he knew you’d see him—you work the country club as a bev girl. how could you not?

still, you swallowed the lump in your throat, pretending not to care even as your chest tightened. you quietly asked a coworker to handle his table, murmuring something about being swamped, and then buried yourself in busywork to avoid the sting of watching him laugh with her.

since that day, he hasn’t called or texted. not a word. until tonight.

because surely, stacy was busy.

“yo, y/n! come shotgun a beer with us!” kie and sarah call out, snapping you out of your thoughts. you force a small smile, pushing everything about rafe to the back of your mind as you stand up from the driftwood branch you’d been perched on. joining your girls, you grab a beer and do your best to play along.

as the night rolls on, the beach fills up with more people—kooks, pogues, and everyone in between. the music gets louder, and the air becomes a chaotic mix of laughter, shouting, and waves crashing in the background. drunk teenagers stagger through the sand, passing bottles and shots around, but so far, there haven’t been any issues. yet.

but you know how these nights go. when kooks and pogues show up to the same party, trouble is inevitable. it’s only a matter of time before someone says or does something to spark it. like clockwork.

bright headlights pierce through the darkness, momentarily blinding you as a familiar truck pulls onto the beach. your stomach tightens at the sight, but you force yourself to stay calm, laughing along with your friends as if you hadn’t noticed. even as the kooks around you start murmuring and shouting, announcing rafe’s arrival, you keep your eyes anywhere but on him.

your gaze flicks to sarah, catching the way her jaw tightens when she sees her older brother greeting her old friends with effortless charm. the tension is palpable. it’s no secret that sarah and rafe are far from good terms, and the thought of what she’d do if she ever found out about you and him is enough to make your chest ache. she’d hate you—no question about it.

and you didn’t want that. not now, not ever. so tonight, with enough liquid courage coursing through your veins, you’d finally do it. you’d end whatever this thing was with rafe. it was time. it had to be.

“hey, sweetheart,” jj slurs, suddenly draping an arm over your shoulders, his familiar, lopsided grin plastered across his face. the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath, and you can’t help but laugh. drunk jj was always clingy and affectionate, a far cry from his usual chaotic self.

“how are you? you good?” he asks, his voice softer than usual, his blue eyes lazily scanning your face for any hint of something wrong.

you nod, patting his knee where it rests against yours. “i’m fine, jay. what about you? having fun?”

he grins wider, squeezing your shoulder as if to reassure you. “always. especially now that you’re here.” his words are lighthearted, but his presence, warm and grounding, makes the knot in your stomach ease just a little.

“don’t start something you can’t finish, maybank,” you tease, your tone playful, something that’s always been a part of your dynamic with jj. it was harmless, never anything more than friendly banter. jj was like a brother to you, and you both knew it.

his smirk widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “oh, i always finish what i start,” he shoots back, his voice dripping with mock confidence. the comment makes heat rise to your cheeks despite yourself, and you nudge his side with a laugh.

“relax, jj,” you say, still grinning, but he just laughs along with you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

then his tone drops, more conspiratorial now, as he leans in closer. “can i tell you a secret?” he slurs, his voice low and exaggeratedly serious.

you play along, tilting your head toward him as he cups a hand over his mouth like he’s sharing classified information. “i’m so drunk right now,” he whispers dramatically.

a laugh bursts out of you, louder than you intended, as you push him off of you. “no shit, jay,” you say through your giggles, watching him sway slightly before laughing along with you. moments like these made everything feel lighter, even with the weight of everything else hanging in the air.

suddenly, the laughter dies in your throat as a familiar voice cuts through the noise, instantly tightening the tension in your shoulders. “i wanna laugh too,” rafe drawls, his tone sharp and laced with something dangerous.

your head snaps up, and sure enough, there he is, standing a few feet away with his hands casually stuffed into his pockets. but his stare is locked on you, unwavering, intense. your stomach churns as you quickly look away, pretending not to notice.

“what are you doing here, rafe?” sarah asks, her voice cold as ice, glaring at her brother like she wanted him gone before he could stir up trouble.

he shrugs nonchalantly, though the slight clench in his jaw betrays his calm demeanor. “well, last time i checked, you don’t own the beach, sarah,” he retorts, his tone sharp enough to cut. the sunset casts a fiery glow on his face, highlighting the tension in his features. he’s angry—at what, you don’t know, but it’s obvious.

sarah opens her mouth to snap back, but before she can, jj suddenly stands to his feet, his drunken bravado kicking in full force. “what’s your problem, man?” he slurs, his voice rising as he steps forward, shoulders squared like he’s ready to fight.

your heart pounds in your chest as the energy shifts sharply, the tension coiling tighter with every second. it’s like the whole beach can feel it, the calm before the inevitable storm. you glance around nervously, noticing the kooks starting to make their way over, drawn by the brewing conflict like moths to a flame.

what had been your comfortable little corner with your friends now feels suffocating as more and more people gather, the divide between kooks and pogues growing thicker with every step they take. rafe doesn’t move, his stance unbothered but his eyes flickering with something unreadable as they dart between jj and you.

you can hear your friends muttering behind you, tension spreading like wildfire. this wasn’t going to end well—you could feel it in your bones.

john b, ever the peacekeeper, steps in with a steady hand on jj’s shoulder, giving it a calming squeeze. “hey, bro, take a walk,” he says softly, his tone measured, trying to de-escalate before things spiral further.

but jj shakes his head, his expression twisting with frustration. “nah, nah, nah,” he says, shrugging john b’s hand off. his voice is louder now, sharp and angry, fueled by alcohol and pent-up resentment. “i’m so tired of these fuck-ass kooks ruining our fun. everything was fine before they got here.”

he turns to rafe, his eyes blazing with defiance. “so answer the damn question, rafe. what the fuck is your problem?”

the words hang in the air, cutting through the murmur of onlookers as more kooks and pogues close in around you, their postures rigid and ready for whatever’s about to unfold. the tension is suffocating, thick enough to choke on. your stomach twists as you glance between jj, who’s practically vibrating with anger, and rafe, whose jaw is locked, his eyes dark and unreadable.

rafe suddenly lets out a low, humorless laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. he swipes a finger under his nose, his signature tell that trouble is coming. before anyone can react, he steps forward and throws a punch, his fist connecting squarely with jj’s jaw.

the sound of the hit echoes over the beach, silencing the chatter and gasps from the growing crowd. jj stumbles back, catching himself before falling, his hand flying up to his face as he spits blood into the sand.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” john b mutters, stepping between them instinctively, trying to keep jj from lunging forward. but jj’s already shaking with rage, shoving john b aside as the crowd erupts around you.

the once calm beach party turns chaotic, the tension finally snapping into chaos, and you’re frozen in the middle of it all, unsure of what to do as your heart pounds in your chest.

mayhem erupts around you as everyone starts shouting, the noise almost deafening. jj and rafe are swinging at each other, fists flying with raw anger. john b and topper try to break it up, but their own simmering tensions (sarah cameron) boil over, and soon enough, they’re throwing punches at each other too.

“alright! alright!” you, sarah, and kie yell, your voices cutting through the chaos as you rush in, desperately trying to pull the four boys apart. it’s a mess of flailing arms, insults, and drunken fury, but with the help of the other pogues and even a few kooks who seem equally tired of the drama, you finally manage to separate them.

jj stands a few feet away now, chest heaving as he wipes blood from his lip, glaring daggers at rafe. rafe, meanwhile, is being restrained by two kooks, his jaw tight and his eyes locked on jj like he’s ready to go again at any second. john b and topper aren’t much better, breathing heavily and throwing venomous insults back and forth as they’re held apart.

you step back, your heart still racing as the crowd buzzes with murmurs and tension, the air thick and electric. this was far from over, and you could feel it.

“yeah, stay the fuck off our side of the island!” jj yells, his voice sharp and unwavering as the kooks start retreating. rafe lingers, of course, making direct eye contact with you. his gaze burns, but you glare right back, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. whatever you needed to say to him was definitely happening tonight after the shit he just pulled.

“take jj to the chateau. i think there’s a first aid kit in the bathroom,” john b instructs kie and pope, his tone calm but firm. they nod, each grabbing one of jj’s arms to help guide him away. jj, still riled up, mutters under his breath about how much of a pussy rafe is, his words slurring slightly from the drinks and adrenaline.

sarah walks over to you, concern etched across her face. “hey, you okay?” she asks gently. her voice is soft, but the sincerity in her eyes almost undoes you. you nod quickly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over.

“yeah, i’m fine. just anxious,” you respond, your voice steady enough to sound convincing. it’s not entirely a lie, but it’s far from the whole truth. sarah offers you a small, understanding smile, her hand rubbing your arm soothingly.

“coming?” she asks, gesturing toward john b, who’s waiting for her a few feet away.

“i think i’m just gonna head home,” you say, your voice a little rushed. “my mom texted—she got off work early, so…” you let the excuse hang in the air, hoping it’s enough.

sarah nods slowly, her eyes flickering with a mix of understanding and suspicion. “john b and i can walk you,” she offers.

“no, it’s okay. i kinda need a moment,” you reply quickly, your voice firmer this time. you hold your breath as her gaze lingers on you, studying you for a beat too long. but thankfully, she doesn’t press it.

“okay, babe,” she says finally, her concern softening into a warm smile. “let me know when you get home, yeah?”

you nod, watching as she walks back toward john b, the two of them eventually disappearing into the growing shadows. only when they’re far enough away do you exhale, the weight of the night pressing heavy on your chest.

with one last glance at the party starting to settle back down, you turn and walk in the opposite direction, knowing exactly where you’re going—and who you’re going to face.

you make your way over to the truck, its headlights dim now but still parked exactly where he left it. crossing your arms over your chest, you lean against the back door of the truck, waiting. it’s quiet here, tucked away from the rest of the beach where no one can see you.

the sound of approaching footsteps pulls your attention, and there he is. rafe cameron, calm and collected as ever, despite the chaos he caused. he’s holding a red solo cup against his cheekbone, the faintest shadow of a bruise forming. but even so, you have to admit—he doesn’t look nearly as bad as jj does. of course he doesn’t.

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. the tension between you is thicker than ever, the air heavy with unspoken words. you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you came here to do.

“i can’t see you anymore, rafe,” you say, finally breaking the silence. your voice is firm, but you can feel the ache behind the words, threatening to betray you.

rafe doesn’t move. instead, a small, almost smug smile quirks at the corner of his lips. “get in the truck,” he says, his tone low and even, like it’s not up for debate.

your brows knit together, your frustration bubbling up. did he not hear you? or worse, did he just not care? “no, rafe,” you snap, shaking your head. “what you did today—” you pause, letting out a sharp sigh as the memories replay in your mind. your gaze shifts over his shoulder to the road, watching cars pass by, their headlights a welcome distraction. “you hurt my friends,” you continue, your voice quieter now but still steady. “i care a lot about my friends. and that shit you pulled back there?” you point toward the spot on the beach where the chaos unfolded, the tension still lingering in the air. “wasn’t cool.”

rafe follows your gesture with a glance, his expression unreadable. but when his eyes flick back to you, there’s something in them—something dangerous, something unshaken. he doesn’t respond, just waits, like he knows you’re not finished yet.

“why would you do that?” your voice cracks despite your best effort to keep it steady. the words hang heavy in the air, and you curse softly under your breath, furious with yourself for letting your emotions bubble over. you promised you wouldn’t let him see you like this—wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. but now, the tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.

rafe’s face doesn’t change, his jaw tight but his expression otherwise calm, almost detached. it’s like he’s weighing his words, deciding what to say—or if he’ll even bother answering at all. the silence feels suffocating, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on your chest.

“are you fucking him?” rafe finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but the accusation behind the words hits you like a slap. you stare at him, wide-eyed, like he’s just grown three heads.

a laugh of disbelief escapes you as you shake your head, running a hand through your hair to keep yourself from losing it. “are you serious right now?” you ask, your voice teetering between anger and shock.

“are you?” he presses, his tone sharper this time, his eyes locked on yours, unrelenting.

“oh my god,” you mutter, another laugh bubbling out, this one laced with frustration. “is that why you did that? you think i’ve been fucking one of my best friends? are you shitting me, rafe?” you shake your head again, the absurdity of the accusation almost too much to handle.

he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down, his gaze still burning into yours like he’s waiting for you to crack. but you don’t—at least, not yet.

“well, since we’re just accusing each other of shit now,” you say, your voice sharp as a knife, “how’s stacy doing?” your eyes flicker between his, and just like you predicted, his confidence falters. there’s a moment—a flicker—where his gaze drops, and you pounce. “i assume she was busy tonight, right? that why you texted me?”

“what the fuck are you talking about?” rafe snaps, his chest rising and falling heavily as he steps closer, his frustration spilling over.

“oh, don’t give me that shit, rafe,” you fire back, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. your eyes dart away from his, landing anywhere but on him. “i saw you at the country club,” you continue, your voice cold, the memory still fresh.

his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say anything, and the silence only fuels your anger. “and even then,” you add, spinning back to face him, your words cutting like glass, “what if i am fucking jj? what is it to you? you’re the one who said no strings attached, right?”

you see the way his nostrils flare, his jaw clenching so tightly you think it might snap. his eyes darken, and you know exactly what he’s thinking—the thought of jj seeing you the way rafe has, touching you, hearing the sounds you make. it’s killing him. but he won’t say it. not out loud.

“you’re mad, rafe,” you say, your voice quieter now but still firm. “but you don’t get to be. not after the rules you set.”

you push past him, deciding you were done—done with the accusations, the games, all of it. but, of course, you don’t get far. rafe’s hand closes firmly around your wrist, yanking you back toward him with enough force that you stumble. before you can steady yourself, you collide with his chest, the hard press of muscle against you taking your breath away.

his lips crash against yours without warning, rough and demanding, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips. the intensity of it sends a jolt through you, but it’s not enough to freeze you in place. your fists fly up, pushing hard against his chest, trying to shove him off.

“rafe,” you manage, your voice muffled against his lips, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear you. instead, your resistance only seems to fuel him, his free hand sliding up to wrap around your neck, not too tight, but firm enough to hold you there.

his lips move hungrily against yours, his breath hot, his grip unwavering. you can feel the frustration, the anger, and something else tangled in the way he kisses you—something you can’t name, something overwhelming. your heart races, torn between wanting to fight and the way your body reacts instinctively to his touch.

you hated it. hated how easily your body betrayed you, handing itself over to him without a second thought. and the worst part? rafe knew it too. he always did.

he used it to his advantage every time, just like now. the second your resistance began to falter, the tension in your fists loosening as your body instinctively softened against his, that familiar smug smile tugged at the corners of his lips. he could feel it—the way your resolve was slipping, the way the pull between you was overtaking every logical thought in your mind.

the familiarity of him started to seep through, clouding the anger that had burned so brightly just moments ago. rafe’s grip on your neck relaxed slightly, his fingers brushing your skin like he had all the time in the world, as if he wasn’t the reason you’d wanted to end this in the first place.

and god, you hated him for it. but you hated yourself even more. no matter how much you told yourself to walk away, to end it, your body always seemed to betray you the moment his hands were on you.

before you even realized what was happening, you were in the back seat of rafe’s truck, straddling his lap. his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, guiding your movements as you instinctively rolled against him. the friction of his hardened, clothed cock pressing against you sent shivers up your spine, a traitorous whimper slipping past your lips.

his breath was hot against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he let out a low groan of satisfaction. you hated how easily he got to you, how the anger you felt just moments ago melted into something entirely different. but no matter how much you wanted to stop, your body moved on its own, craving the familiarity of him, the intensity only he could give you.

his hands move from gripping your hips to trailing up your back, his fingers deftly finding the string of your bikini top. with a quick tug, the knot unravels, and the fabric falls between you, exposing your chest to the cool night air. the intimate sound of your breathing mixes with the muffled noise of the distant beach party, but all you can focus on is him.

rafe wastes no time, leaning in to pepper kisses across your chest. each press of his lips ignites a trail of goosebumps on your skin, the sensation making you arch closer to him. his mouth finds one of your hardened nipples, pulling it into his mouth as his hand cups the other, his fingers teasing and rolling with practiced precision.

a moan slips from your lips, filling the still air around you. rafe hums in satisfaction, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin. his grip on you tightens as he continues, clearly intent on drawing every reaction out of you that he can.

“fuck, i missed you,” he breathes, his voice low and ragged as he pulls back just enough to let the words slip past his lips. before you can even process them, his mouth is back on you, his lips and tongue working their way across your skin, pulling a broken whimper from your throat.

you shake your head weakly, your fingers gripping his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. “no, you didn’t,” you whisper, your voice trembling, the words more of a desperate plea than an accusation.

rafe pauses, his lips hovering over your collarbone. his hands tighten their hold on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he meets your gaze, his blue eyes blown out. “yes, i did,” he mutters, his tone firm, almost defensive, before dipping his head back down to kiss you again, as if he could erase the doubt you so clearly feel.

with one hand, he makes quick work of the button on your shorts, pulling them down just enough to give himself better access. his hand slips past the waistband of your bikini bottoms, his fingers brushing against your heated skin. the low groan that escapes his lips when he feels how soaked you are sends a jolt of heat straight through you.

“not surprising,” he mutters against your lips, his voice thick with smug satisfaction.

you gasp, your head falling back slightly as his fingers glide through your folds, gathering your arousal before starting slow, deliberate circles against your clit. the sensation sparks through you, making your hips instinctively rock against his hand, chasing the friction.

rafe’s smirk deepens as he watches you, his free hand gripping your waist tighter to keep you steady. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with control. “just like that.”

a moan escapes your lips when his fingers pick up their pace, his breathing becoming heavier against your neck. “think that pogue could get you to cum like i can, huh?” he taunts, his words cutting through the haze of pleasure. before you can respond, his fingers dip into your entrance, filling you to where you feel the cold metal ring wrapped around his finger, while his thumb presses firmly against your clit. the double stimulation sends a shockwave through you, your hands fisting his shirt as you struggle to stifle the moans threatening to spill out.

you bite down hard on your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction he craves, but it’s so hard—he knows your body too well.

“i know he can,” you finally manage to retort, your voice breathless but defiant. the second the words leave your mouth, you see it—the flicker of rage that darkens his eyes. his movements grow rougher, more deliberate, as if he’s determined to make you eat your words.

you sob out a moan, your body trembling as his pace remains relentless, refusing to give you even a second to catch your breath. “the fuck he can,” he growls, his voice low and feral, watching with a smug satisfaction as you struggle to keep yourself upright. his smirk deepens as he leans in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and desperation, swallowing your broken cries.

your hands cling to his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash through you, your body arching into his touch. his fingers work you expertly, his movements precise and unyielding as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

“c’mon, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough and dripping with desperation. “let me hear you.” his words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink, unable to hold back any longer.

you feel yourself start to convulse around his fingers, your body trembling as a broken cry tears from your lips. the waves of your orgasm crash over you, leaving you breathless and weak. rafe keeps going, his fingers guiding you through every pulse of pleasure, not stopping until your body begins to twitch with hints of overstimulation. but there’s no tenderness in it—not that you deserved any, not after what you said.

your earlier comment still burned in his mind, fueling a fire in his chest, the thought of you with jj maybank making him see red. it wasn’t about trust—it was about possession, and rafe couldn’t stand the idea of someone else touching what he considered his.

without warning, he grabs your waist and flips you around, pressing your head against the leather seat, your ass in the air. your shorts and bikini bottoms are gone in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed. you barely have time to react before you hear the sound of his zipper, his own clothes hitting the floor of the truck in a mess.

“you wanna talk about jj?” he growls, his voice low and dripping with frustration as he positions himself at your entrance, the heat of him pressing against you. “let’s see if you’re still thinking about him when I’m done with you.”

before you can process his words, he thrusts into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, punishing motion. the stretch is overwhelming, a cry slipping from your lips, quickly muffled as you press your face into the seat.

rafe doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, setting a relentless, eye-rolling pace that has your body jolting with every thrust. his hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you back to meet each snap of his hips, his frustration evident in the way he moves.

“you feel that?” he mutters, his voice rough and breathless as he leans over you, his chest grazing your back. “that’s all me. no one else, you hear me?” his words mix with the sound of skin against skin, every syllable driving him deeper, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him.

you nod dumbly, unable to form words as your body reacts to his every movement. a gasp tears from your lips when his arm snakes around your neck, pulling you upright slightly and holding you firmly in place. the pressure makes your head spin, amplifying every sensation coursing through your body.

the truck fills with the obscene sounds of wet slaps and desperate moans, each one louder than the last. your cries mix with rafe’s rough groans, the intensity between you reaching a fever pitch. you briefly thank your lucky stars that his truck has fully blacked-out windows, shielding this mess of tangled limbs and raw need from prying eyes.

rafe moans in your ear, his voice thick with possession, his breath hot against your skin. “all mine. no one else gets to have you like this.” his pace never falters, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge again, leaving you gasping and trembling under his control.

just when you think the pleasure is close to consuming you whole, rafe’s fingers snake down between your thighs, finding your clit with infuriating precision. he rubs quick, tight circles, the added sensation pulling a choked cry from your lips as your body jerks in response.

your arm flings back instinctively, your hand finding the back of his neck, clutching onto him desperately as if he’s the only thing keeping you upright. his breath is hot against your ear, ragged and uneven, matching the force of his thrusts.

“fuck, baby,” he groans softly, his voice laced with satisfaction as he feels you trembling against him. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“rafe—“ you moan, your grip on his neck tightening as the overwhelming mix of sensations sends you spiraling, your body teetering on the brink. every snap of his hips, every movement of his fingers, pushes you closer, the pleasure crashing over you in waves as you fight to keep from collapsing back into the seat.

your body trembles uncontrollably as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your walls tightening around him with a vice-like grip. rafe grunts, his breath ragged and uneven as he feels you squeezing him, the sensation tipping him over the edge.

“shit,” he moans, his voice low and strained, giving one last stuttered thrust before he stills, his release spilling into you. the warmth of him floods your core, the weight of his body pressing against yours as he rides out his high, panting heavily into the crook of your neck.

the air in the truck is thick, the only sounds now the mingling of your heavy breathing and the faint hum of the world outside—so distant it feels like it doesn’t even exist. rafe’s hand loosens its hold on your hip along with the arm around your neck, his thumb lazily brushing your skin as he finally starts to come down.

rafe’s forehead, damp with sweat, rests against your shoulder for a moment as he catches his breath. Slowly, he pulls out of you, leaving you trembling and weak-kneed. Sensing it, he carefully guides you to sit on the seat, his touch surprisingly gentle now, as if trying not to shatter the fragile silence between you.

but it doesn’t last long. the haze starts to lift, post-sex clarity hitting you like a wave. your heart pounds—not from pleasure anymore, but from the weight of everything that just happened. you don’t look at him, don’t say a word. instead, you scramble off the seat, your eyes scanning the floor of the truck as you rush to gather your clothes. the humid air clings to your skin, suffocating you, making it feel like the walls of the truck are closing in.

“y/n,” rafe starts, his voice softer now, but you don’t respond, just shake your head. You tug your shorts on with shaky hands, your bikini top still tangled in your grasp as you turn your back to him, your only thought being how fast you can get out of this damn truck.

as soon as you adjust your bikini top, you’re scrambling for the door handle, slipping out of the truck as quickly as you can. the door slams shut behind you with a loud thud, cutting off the heavy silence inside. rafe’s voice calls after you, his tone somewhere between frustration and confusion, but you don’t look back. you don’t even slow down.

his words echo faintly in the humid night air as you trudge across the sand, but you block them out, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

you hated yourself in this moment—really hated yourself. how could you be so weak? jj was probably back at the chateau right now, an ice pack pressed to his bruised face, joking it off like he always did. meanwhile, you were here, tangled up with the very person responsible for putting him there.

it made your stomach twist. you felt pathetic.

the guilt gnawed at you, making every step away from that truck feel heavier, like you were sinking further into something you didn’t know how to escape. you wrap your arms around yourself, the night air cold against your skin, and silently vow—never again.

as you step into your home, the soft glow of the television catches your eye. your mom is asleep on the couch, the faint sound of some late-night show playing in the background. you pause, the sight of her peaceful face tugging at something inside you. quietly, you grab the nearest blanket and drape it over her, tucking it gently around her frame before turning off the TV.

you make your way to your room, your body heavy with exhaustion. pulling out your phone, the screen lights up with countless missed calls and texts—all from him. rafe’s name stares back at you, the words call me back and where did you go? flashing among the messages. with a sigh, you open the contact and quickly silence his notifications. blocking him would feel too final, too harsh, and you know it wouldn’t stop him anyway. rafe knew where to find you—where you lived, where you spent your time, even your favorite food spot. blocking him would only provoke him further.

you drop your phone on the bed and head straight for the bathroom, turning the shower dial as cold as it would go. the icy water hits your skin like needles, but you welcome it, hoping it’ll wash away everything—his touch, his words, the feeling of his hands on your body.

but no matter how long you stand there, no matter how hard you scrub, the memories resurface, unrelenting. the way he looked at you. the sound of his voice. the pull he always had on you. you press your forehead against the cool tile, biting back the emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

how did it get this far?

the muffled vibration of your phone stirs you from sleep, the name sarah 🐚 lighting up the screen. groaning, you fumble for the phone and press it to your ear, voice still thick with sleep. “hell—”

“is it true?” sarah’s voice crackles through the static, sharp and tense, jolting you fully awake. your eyes shoot open, the confusion and dread hitting you all at once.

“sarah, what—” you begin, but she doesn’t let you finish.

“got it,” she says curtly, and before you can protest, the line goes dead.

you pull the phone away from your ear, staring at the dark screen as if it could offer you answers. confusion twists in your chest, but then you see it—a new message notification from her.

your hands tremble slightly as you unlock your phone and click the message. the screen shifts to a video file, sent from an anonymous number. you hesitate, the dread creeping up your spine like ice, but you press play.

the blood drains from your face as the video begins. it’s you—you and rafe. the footage is grainy, but it’s unmistakable. you see yourself pressed against the back door of his truck, his hands gripping you as you melt into the heated kiss. the angle shifts slightly, shaky and invasive, capturing the moment he pushes you inside the truck. and then—cut.

the video ends abruptly, leaving you staring at the black screen, your heart racing so hard you can feel it in your throat. you drop the phone onto your bed, your blood running cold as the weight of it crashes over you.

someone had seen. someone knew. and now sarah did too.

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