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wardenparker · 2 years ago

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The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - ch 3

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Marcus unexpectedly runs into his ex-wife he is plunged into a world of complications where rekindled attraction and deep-seated insecurities reign. Unfortunately for him, it is also a world where his ex-wife is not the only ‘ex’ around, as a new case crosses his desk that will require all hands on deck. ✨💖Inspired by and based upon absurdthirst’s Tequila💖✨

Rating: E for Explicit! Word Count: 9.2k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this series include: divorce, break ups, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption.** Biting, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, and a huge helping of fluffy feels. Summary: The end of your night with Marcus goes much differently than either of you expected. Notes: Reader is described as having pubic hair. I make no apologies or excuses for this chapter. It is blissful filth and I love it. Obviously the gif choice in no way represents reader physically, it’s just fun to look at. 💖✨

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2

From underground parking to the elevator to the fifth-floor hallway of your building, you and Marcus are relatively quiet. It’s not until you open your front door that you open your mouth again. “Sorry it’s messy,” you mumble. “I wasn’t expecting to have company.”

Marcus grins. When you two lived together you called yourself ‘artistically messy’. It was mostly Marcus that kept the small apartment clean, his own ‘nice nasty’ tendencies as his grandma would call them, came out to play. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m sure you weren’t expecting your ex-husband.”

“Not even in my wildest dreams,” you admit, setting your purse on the table beside the door and locking the door behind the two of you as he steps inside.

He hums, shucking the suit jacket again and folding it over his arm. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.”

“Living room straight ahead, kitchen to the right, bathroom and everything else to the left.” The second bedroom is now an office that has a pull out couch in case anyone you know needs a place to crash. But for now, you’re headed for the kitchen. “Coffee with your cheesecake or something else?”

“Coffee is good, unless…” he pauses and shakes his head. Continuing to drink wouldn’t be a good idea. It’s not like you invited him back for a nightcap. This isn’t a date, no matter how much he might wistfully hope. That time was long past.

“Unless lives in the corner of the living room.” The large wood and brass bar cabinet you hauled here from your last place stands guard against the far wall of the living room on the other side of the little bistro table where you eat your breakfast every morning. “Pour whatever you want, but pour two.” It’s just…a kind of comforting you didn’t expect, to have him nearby and so willing to spend his time with you. You could almost trick yourself into believing that not so much had changed between you.

“Okay.” Marcus puts his jacket down and walks over the bar, interested to see that like him, there’s no tequila. He picks up a bottle of red wine and looks at the label with interest. It seems that you have a good bottle here. “How about wine?” He calls towards the kitchen.

“That will work!” You call back, pulling the small cherry cheesecake you made out of the fridge. Plates and forks and a knife come out of their hiding places in your kitchen and you cut two reasonably sized slices. If he wants more, you’ll gladly let him have it. “Want to sit on the couch or at the table?”

"Wherever you want." Marcus wants you to be comfortable first and foremost, but he does want to sit next to you. He finds the corkscrew and opens the bottle before pouring two glasses.

“Couch.” Appearing in the archway between the kitchen and living room a second later with two plates in hand, you nod toward the big plush sofa that faces your tv and smile. He looks good puttering around your apartment. Almost like he’s supposed to be here.

There's something intimate about the way you've kicked off your heels and you are bringing over the plates to the couch in your bare feet. It makes him wish for those days that you wandered around the apartment you shared with nothing but your panties and a tank top on. Or when you would wear his fraternity sweatshirt and socks. He loved that look.

“So it’s cherry chocolate.” Setting the plates down on the coffee table, you slip out of your own suit jacket to sit down beside him. It’s nearly intimate, and twists like guilt in your gut. “I’m going to test out a pumpkin spice version with gingerbread crust for Thanksgiving this year. Leah’s husband loves pumpkin spice.”

His head cocks slightly as he thinks about that. "It would be fantastic." He's always been a sucker for gingerbread cookies. Soft, chewy gingerbread, not the hard shit they tried to pass off as gingerbread.

“Volunteering to be my taste tester?” The two of you sit side by side, mostly facing each other, as you start in on your dessert.

You want him to be around, to come around again. Marcus pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth before he nods. "Yeah, I guess I am." He tells you with a grin. "I'll make sure to put in extra time at the gym."

The gym. You nearly sigh, burying the sound in taking a sip of wine. Marcus at the gym had been a thing to admire when he was younger - an absolute snack, you had called him unapologetically and teasingly bitten his arm or shoulder to make him laugh. But Marcus now is a whole goddamn three course meal. Stop ogling your ex-husband, you moron. “So what does Marcus Pike do on the weekends these days?” You ask, desperate to change the subject.

Marcus chuckles and shakes his head. “Would you be terribly disappointed to learn that I enjoy sleeping in, sometimes going to the farmer’s market they set up over on Dupont Circle? Or walk around the Mall? Find a new restaurant?” He shrugs. “I’m old and boring now.”

“It’s not like I’m partying until 3am and going to work at 6 anymore,” you laugh, shrugging a little. You would never survive Greek life and a waitressing job these days. Never. “The highlights of my weekend are live bands at Parlor on Fridays and trivia brunches with the girls from the office on Sunday. Except…” Flashing him a grin, you chuckle a little. The little things in life mean a lot more now. “I go to the Palisades farmer’s market when I can drag myself out of bed on Saturdays.”

"It sounds like you have a routine." He approves of it, nodding and reaching for his wine glass. "Nothing like being able to spend a few hours in bed just relaxing. Even worth missing the farmer's market."

“I’d rather spend a couple of hours in bed for other reasons.” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, and the look of absolute mortification on your face a second later in unmistakable. What the hell did you just go and say a thing like that for?!

He nearly chokes on his wine but he manages to swallow it. Bringing the cup down and setting it on the coffee table along with his cheesecake. "I remember." He promises you, eyes darkening when he thinks about the weekends where you wouldn't leave the bed unless it was to finally try to rehydrate or eat something quickly. There's enough alcohol in his system to make him feel like he had that first time he saw you. He inches closer to you, his hand along the back of the sofa and he leans in slightly. "Is that why I'm here?" He asks, eyes dropping down to your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.

Jesus Christ - it wasn’t before but it definitely fucking is now. With your throat running so dry that you can barely swallow and Marcus looking at you like that you feel like you’re about to implode where you sit, just praying to whatever is out there that this doesn’t completely backfire on both of you. “D-do you want it to be?”

Marcus flashes you a grin, small but powerful. "I have to admit something, sweetheart." He bites his lip and leans in a little closer. "I've never wanted something more."

He’s always felt like wildfire under your fingertips, and your hand hovers over his forearm on the back of the couch for just a second while you force yourself to breathe. You’ve both been drinking and it’s been a weird week and you don’t want to do this unless he’s fully aware of what he’s saying. “Marc…” Despite your commitment to not leaping forward and straddling his lap, you have definitely leaned in and you can hear your own breathing quicken. “Are you drunk?”

"No." He knows he's not. He's had two whiskey's and a shot during the nearly two hours at the restaurant and now the couple of sips of wine here. He wonders if you are regretting bringing him to your apartment and are trying to pump the brakes on this. "I could pass a field sobriety test with flying colors." He swallows, wondering if he should back off. You aren't the carefree teenager that he met so many years ago and there is history between you. Still he doesn't move back, just stares at you while he waits for you to say something.

“Neither am I.” When you put your hand down, connecting skin to skin for the first time in thirteen years, it’s more than wildfire. It’s a fucking volcano. And before you can even blink, you’re pressing into his space to crush your lips against his like it’s Welcome Night at Kappa Sigma all over again.

You taste like red wine and cherry cheesecake but it's the best taste in the world. The second you make the move, Marcus is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and opening up so he can dip inside your mouth to taste you better.

The few seconds it takes for him to haul you against him are the same ones you need to plant your knees on either side of his hips, letting the kiss deepen without hesitation. Marcus has a place in your heart that will never fade, you have accepted that, but you never thought with any kind of realism that he would ever forgive you even if you did see him again. This? His enormous hands spread over your sides and your arms around his neck as you brazenly lick into each other’s eager mouths? Is better than you could ever have dreamt.

It's like time has faded away and he's back in his early twenties with you. The way you feel against him is like a magical balm to the hurt and heartaches he's had over the past decade. His tongue slides against yours with a needy moan and he doesn't hesitate to slide a hand down your back and squeeze your ass just like he had a million times before when you were in his lap.

Too much and not enough all at once, you’re sure this is just a dream you’ll wake up from any second. But it’s too good. Your daydreams never let Marcus be this solid underneath you. They don’t quite capture the way his fingertips dig into your when he grips your side or squeezes your ass. Your imagination has never quite been able to replicate the exact tremor of Marcus’s moan as it vibrates through your body. It’s so perfect you could just break right down and cry from relief and joy — and you might later on, but right now your focus is entirely on him.

He's dreamed of kissing your skin a million times during those nights when your memory haunts him. He had tried to banish you from his thoughts but his subconscious betrayed him. Now though, he breaks away from your lips and hungrily trials kisses down your jaw and along your neck, determined to cover every inch of your skin with his lips and then do it all over again.

The best decision you’ve ever made in your life was putting on a button down shirt this morning. Well, second best. Second after bringing Marcus home with you tonight. There’s no one quite like him, in absolutely any way, and when you whimper into the crook of his neck you can feel him grip you just a little bit tighter.

It’s addictive, like being drunk on you. His fingers tearing at the little seed pearl buttons of your blouse, probably ripping some off but he doesn’t care. Frantic to feel more of you, kiss more of you, as if he’s on a time limit for gorging himself on you.

"Marc." There's no use denying it, you'd let him have you right on your goddamn sofa if that's what he wanted tonight. Your hands tearing at his shirt to untuck it from his pants are proof.

He fucking loves when you whine his name like that. Pulling open your shirt to expose the lacy bra, he groans and dips his head, kissing along your sternum and over the swells of your breasts.

Trying to tear him away from you long enough to get his own shirt off is nearly impossible, just because he refuses to detach from your skin for longer than anything but a breath. "Fuck, Marc," you toss away your own shirt when he won't let you undress him, and reach behind you to unclasp your bra and reject that as well. If tonight is the only time you get to be with him like this again, you don't want to hold anything back.

Marcus groans, immediately kisses down the slope of your breast so he can take your nipple in his mouth. Biting down on it before laving it with his tongue and tugging on it with the hot suction of his mouth.

"Fuck," you pant the word again, never taking your eyes off the gorgeous sight of him exploring your skin. It's like a time machine has rolled you both back fifteen years and everything is good again as you drag the fingers of one hand through his hair. "Baby..." It takes a second, but you finally manage to drag his eyes up to yours. "Do you want to move this down the hall?"

The way his cock twitches under you should give you the answer that you want, he’s already hard and aching to sink into you again. “Yes.” He rasps out, fingers digging into your hips as he lifts his hips so you can feel every inch of his interest.

Diving into a deep kiss is grounding for you. The rest of your body may be impatient - hips rolling down to meet Marcus’s and skin that is on fire everywhere he has touched - but your heart knows that this is so much more than sex for you. If it isn’t for him then you’ll have to live with that, but Marcus Pike has never been a Love Em And Leave Em sort of man. You carefully step back, climbing out of his lap but making no moves to retrieve your clothes or tidy up. That can wait. The only thing in the world that matters right now is the way Marcus accepts your outstretched hand as he gets up. He clings to you as much as you do to him, and for a moment you can pretend that this is just the first of many nights to come.

There is no universe in which Marcus wouldn’t go with you. Not when this is what he’s wanted, unknowingly, since he saw you sitting in that office. He’s always wanted you, whether he will admit it or not. Searching for you in the women he’s been with since you. Getting up, he kisses the back of your hand. “Show me the way, sweetheart.”

It could have been frantic - clothing tossed aside along the hallway that leads to your bedroom - but it’s surprisingly calm. With his hand in yours you flip off the few lights on in the apartment and only turn on the lamp beside your bed once you get there. But there’s a sort of muscle memory at play, or at least it feels that way, when you put your arms around him next to your bed and angle your head up to ask for a kiss while you start to undress him.

Marcus groans, the scent that fills your bedroom has change but the underlying scent of you is still there. That musky aroma that he could recognize anywhere that just screams you. His kiss is gentle, giving you yet another chance to change your mind.

Just a minute is all you need. All it takes to have the layers of the day stripped away so that the two of you are just you. Bare again for the three thousandth time, pouring your hearts into a kiss so tender it can only be described in one word that you refuse to say. You’re not going to ruin this by presuming anything. You nudge Marcus backward, his legs hitting the edge of your bed with a dull thump, and you giggle softly at the sound. “I missed you.” Those are the words you go with, whispered in the moonlight after you shut off the lamp you needed only for a second.

He huffs slightly, pulling you close and slotting his mouth against your while he rolls the two of you around in the bed, pinning you under him. It’s probably the most understated thing you can say. “Missed you too.” He answers, starting his exploration of you all over again now that he has you spread out.

Marcus was never weak by any means but something about how broad he is now makes him feel stronger, and if it’s an illusion you don’t care for a second. The feeling of his hands and lips and tongue trailing down your body is far more intoxicating than anything you drank tonight, pulling whimpers and moans from you that fill the cool night air with a kind of unexpected enchantment. Well, if it is, this is a magic spell you’ll happily fall under all over again.

A kiss here, a nip of his teeth there. The closer Marcus gets to his destination the more ravenous he’s becoming. It should be infuriating that you cloud his mind, that you so easily take over his senses and make everyone else pale in comparison. He should be furious because you will hurt him again. Instead he’s determined. Determined to show you why leaving was a mistake. To make you feel him for days when he’s done with you.

If you only say his name for the entire time he’s in your bed it still won’t be enough. The noises that drip from your lips start somewhere in your chest and seem to just bubble over, punctuated only by “Marcus” and “Baby” and plaintive additions of “Oh fuck” as he settles in the valley of your thighs to place kisses everywhere but where you want him most. In his most playful moods he used to make you wait like this, lingering on the edge of madness while you begged for him, but tonight there’s a thoroughness to it that almost feels desperate. Determined. Like he’s afraid you’ll only let him in once so he’s going to make sure it’s goddamn worth it.

You’ve grown out your hair. He remembers when you were adamant that you were waxed or shaved before he would be allowed to put his mouth on you. Huffing when you would pull yourself out of his arms and leave him with a hard cock while you jumped in the shower to scrape the hair from your vagina like it was offensive. He could never convince you he didn’t care but now he presses his nose against the springy curls and inhales your scent, groaning and latching onto your clit to suck it into his mouth.

“I’m not wasting time tonight,” you huff, thinking the same thing he is. Even now you’d rather be clean for a partner, but you refuse to waste even a second tonight. For the split second before he wraps his lips around your swollen nub you almost think he’s going to tease you about it, but his focus is elsewhere. It’s on making you gasp, keening into the moonlight when he moans into your dripping pussy

He sucks on your clit before he flicks his tongue against it, dragging it up and down the sensitive folds of your pussy. Thick fingers spreading your lips wide as he plunges his tongue into your soaked walls.

“Fuck, Marc—” When his tongue curls up he takes your entire back with it, arching you off the bed and making you cry out in that way that only Marcus can. For all the lovers you’ve taken to bed over the years, no one ever learned your body the way he did. No one ever melted into you the same way. No one was ever as good as Marcus - to you or for you.

He loves the way you sound, the way you cry out his name. Curling and flicking his tongue up into your fluttering walls and pushing as deep as he can with his nose pushing against your clit.

The things he can do with that mouth are so good they should be criminal, and your fingers tugging sharply in his hair are pure encouragement. You’re eighteen and inexperienced all over again, chasing that first explosive orgasm together in his tiny bed at the frat house — and it’s amazing. The molten slick that pours from your slit was addictive so many years ago and he’s delighted to find that it’s still the case. Groaning and determined to make you cum before the next minute passes on the nightstand clock.

Blissfully unaware of the challenge he has set for himself, all you know is that the coil of pleasure tightening inside you is firmly wrapped around Marcus’s fingers and if he pulls just right it will snap and scatter you in a thousand pieces right there underneath him. His fingers take over for his tongue, sinking three into you and curling them up while he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Eyes fixed on you while he waits for the ticking time bomb to explode.

The cry that he pulls from you is so loud you couldn’t stop it if you tried - and tonight you are definitely not trying to be silent. Marcus should know exactly how devastating his fingers and mouth are to the few threads left holding you together, and the way that he snaps the connection on each of those threads is enough to have you moaning his name into the cool autumn night. The first orgasm you’ve had in months at someone else’s hands was always going to be fantastic, but Marcus can pull orgasms out of you like it’s as easy as breathing.

He's greedy, wanting more. Needing more. It's been so long since he's felt your pussy clench around his fingers, tasted your cum on his tongue. He's drunk now, drunk on you and he moans into your flesh while he works you through the peak and pushes you towards another with his fingers buried knuckle deep in your walls.

The buildup is enough to have you clawing at the sheets with one hand and scraping Marcus’s scalp with the other, and you know that the old couple above you keeps their windows open at night and is hearing all of this but you just can’t yourself to care when he’s wrenching that second beautiful orgasm out of you almost effortlessly. Only when you soak his fingers for the second time does he pull them out of you. Replacing them with his tongue and lapping up every drop your have to give him, slurping your release down like it's the finest wine.

“Fucking hell, Marc,” you whimper when overstimulation hits, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to make him stop for any reason. You’d rather be overstimulated and full of him than ever be without him again.

When he pulls back, he smacks his lips with a slight smirk on his face. "Missed doing that." He coos, kissing your inner thigh and sucking on your skin harshly. He wants to break the capillaries under your skin and leave a mark for you feel when you get dressed over the next few days.

“You’re so much better at eating pussy than like… anyone.” It makes you laugh, breathless and joyful, and you thump backward on your own pillow with a grin.

"You broke me in." He reminds you. It wasn't that he hadn't had girlfriends before you, he hadn't been a virgin. But you had been his wife, and he had taken making sure you were completely satisfied very seriously. "My skills were tailored to your pussy." He winks and kisses up your hip, dipping his tongue into your belly button before he shuffles to the side and looks down at you fondly.

“Just like my blow job skills are tailored to you.” It’s beyond your restraint not to kiss him, pulling him in and urging him to crowd you into the mattress.

"God I loved your blow jobs." He groans into your mouth playfully. He's not joking but he grins at you as he kiss you again, and shifts to his elbows as your legs fall open for him to slot himself between.

“You can have as many as you want.” It’s a promise, and from now on you’re keeping every single promise you make to him come hell or high water. “But right now I need to feel you, baby.”

He groans, the promise of your mouth around his cock is almost perfect but he closes his eyes. Knowing that it might not be anything more than your mouthy, post-orgasmic mouth running. Instead he kisses your forehead and pulls away. "Need a condom." He grunts, knowing that he has been safe but he's also slept with someone else less than a week ago.

“Nightstand.” His arms are longer than yours and he reaches the lone drawer in your nightstand much more easily than you would from the center of your bed. The flash of disappointment in not getting to feel his bare cock is worth it to be safe but you’re going to very nicely ask him to get tested again asap so he can go without. He’s perfect on his own.

He opens the drawer with a pang of slight jealousy. Wondering how many men have opened this same drawer, but he shoves the feeling down. It's not his place to feel possessive over your sex life after he was no longer your husband. Instead of dwelling on it, he grabs a foil packet and kneels between your thighs, ripping it open and concentrating on rolling it down his length.

His concentration gives you a moment to just be. Just absorb what is happening for all the magic that it actually holds. The coincidences and little accidents that led up to having him here - in your bed - so many years after it should have been made impossible. When he finally looks back up at you from the cradle between your legs, you feel so light you could nearly cry. “God you’re even more handsome somehow…” you murmur, leaving a dusting of kisses across his face that ends at his lone dimple. That boyish mark of good looks that he’ll carry forever was always one of your favourite little things.

It's impossible not to preen when your ex-wife compliments you like that. Marcus hums and reaches out to caress your breast, sliding his hand down to push under your back while he takes himself in hand. "You look like you did the day I met you." He tells you, believing every word of it. You are still gorgeously youthful.

It’s impossibly sweet - Marcus level sweet - but you still chuckle just a little and shake your head. “If you say so, baby.” He has improved with age, without a doubt, and for just a second as he leans down over you and you feel the blunt head of his cock at the entrance to your pussy, you let yourself imagine again what growing old with him could be like.

It's sad the way he reacts to you calling him baby. The quiver of his skin, shuddering under your fingertips as he pushes the first inch of him inside your pussy for the first time in nearly twelve years. "Fuck." He pants out, his hand letting go of his hand and bracing his weight beside your body as his hips roll forward as steadily as he can muster.

“Goddamn.” You’re panting, legs hitching up on hips as he slowly buries himself inside you. It’s just sex, you would have told yourself with anyone else. Just sex. Not a fucking spiritual experience. But this is Marcus — and sex with Marcus has always been as close to heaven as anyone in earth could ever hope to get.

"Still so–so dirty in bed." He huffs, groaning when he is buried to the root inside you. Your mouth was always filthy in bed and he loved it.

“‘M out of practice,” you admit, carefully choosing a place to nip and suck on on his shoulder that will be easily covered by his clothes.

"Impossible." Marcus huffs, leaning down and groaning in your ear as he starts to pull his hips back. "Are the men in D.C. blind? They should–should be lining up to feel this–this perfect pussy." He twitches when he slides back into you smoothly and bottoms out again.

“Turns out I’m picky.” Even with him inside you, you feel the heat of embarrassment in your cheeks when you softly press your lips to his. “None of them were as good as my husband.”

He growls, the next thrust nothing but a sharp snap of his hips. Feeling possessive and wanting to completely claim you. Make sure you remember why no one was as good as he was.

“Fuck!” It takes you off guard when he doubles down, but you end up with your eyes practically rolling back in your head as you hold onto him for dear life.

His pace is rougher than it was when you were together. More confident and self assured as he continuously snaps his hips forward and fills you again and again. Grunting and hissing through his teeth as he sets a harsh tempo.

Each time the headboard hits the wall you want to add another curse to the list, every filthy thought piling up in your head until they're spilling out of your mouth with reckless abandon. If Marcus misses your filthy mouth then you're going to give it to him, letting out a torrent of curses and praises and encouragements that would make anyone blush.

It's loud, fuck it's loud, and Marcus half expects someone to start beating on the wall. Not that he gives a fuck. He would just fuck you even harder if someone started complaining. Obsessed with the way that you are keening for him, your body bucking every time his hips slam into yours. "Fuuuuuuck baby."

Cumming this time is like an out of body experience. The fully realized home porno that the two of you have become tonight is on par with the some of the neediest, most demanding nights you have ever had together and if your voice is hoarse tomorrow then it is a badge of honour that you will wear proudly. Marcus is battering your g-spot like it's a punching bag at the gym and your cries turn silent as you clench down on him and grip his shoulders tightly in the throes of that third orgasm.

He hisses, sliding his hand around your throat and presses his thumb around your windpipe, watching your eyes widen while he grabs your leg with his other hand and pushes it back. Changing the angle and groaning when you manage to get even wetter.

This is new, is the first thought in your head, but at the same time it's so gloriously dirty that when you whimper it's pure pleasure. You're split open with his cock spearing into you at a pace that has him sweating, and all you can really do is continue giving him extremely vocal approval as he keeps you pinned to the mattress with your tits bouncing on every thrust.

His hand looks good against your neck, adjusting the pressure of his thumb with the thrust of his cock. Making sure that he is shredding up into you as hard as he can push his hips. "Fuck baby, you're–you're so good."

Your responding groan is entirely meant to tell him that he is the good one, and you whimper when his hips stutter and his rhythm starts to falter. Marcus is a goddamn work of art when he cums, and you can't wait to see that masterpiece in real life again.

His mouth drops open and he lets out a low groan of your name. Pushing deep one last, desperate thrust, Marcus falls over the edge. Panting as his cock throbs, filling the condom as he hovers over you, trembling in pleasure.

Your arms wrap around him without hesitation, offering him the place cradled against your chest to lay himself down and find his breath back. "Choking, huh?" You giggle, grinning at him unrepentantly.

"You didn't like it?" He asks, twisting his head and looking up at you with a skeptical look. "It felt like you liked it from the way that you clamped down on my cock."

"No, I loved it." It's not like you're going to deny it. That would be both useless and a little dumb at this point. "I just didn't expect it. You've picked up a few new tricks."

He hums, reaching down and gripping the base of the condom so he can pull out of you. "Twelve years will do that." He shuffles off the bed and moves towards the bathroom so he can dispose of the condom and grab you a washrag.

He's right, of course, but it stings. It's a blessing that he's walked off for a second and doesn't see the unmistakable way your face falls. It gives you time to recompose yourself before he comes back. You have no one to blame but yourself, so you can't exactly get upset with him for pointing out the truth.

Even if the comment hadn't meant to highlight how long you had been apart, Marcus still takes a moment in the bathroom. Wishing you weren't so glib about everything. He wonders if this is some kind of wish fulfillment for you. Sleep with the ex for old time's sake. He wets a washcloth and brings it back so he can clean you up. Or let you do it if you want. You had always decided after the fact and so he offers it to you first.

"Would you...?" He always preferred to do it himself. That gentlemanly streak extending even to post-sex clean up. For you it was simply something practical that had to get done, but for Marcus aftercare was something that he always took very seriously. Could you do it yourself in under five seconds? Of course. But Marcus has a way of making things mean more just by being there for them.

"Of course." He is happy that you are letting him do this. Those last few months before you asked for a divorce you would disappear into the bathroom right after sex. It had made him feel like he was doing something wrong, which apparently he had been. You spread your legs wider and he kneels back on the bed and gently slides the cloth over your folds so he can clean you up.

You're both quiet, and the awkwardness seeping into the air between you is nearly making you feel sick by the time he tosses the messy cloth into your laundry basket across the room. Shifting over, you move the blanket down to offer him a place in bed beside you and swallow the fear that he might want to leave. That this might have been one time only and he was done now that he had gotten closure or whatever it was he was seeking in your bed.

He pauses for a moment, wondering if you are genuinely offering for him to climb back in the bed with you or just being nice because you think that you should. He looks from the spot to where you are watching him and he thinks he sees apprehension in your eyes, whether it's for him to stay or for him to go, he doesn't know. But it makes him move toward the bed to slip under the covers beside you.

Despite the fact that he was inside of you less than five minutes ago, you still hesitate before inching closer to him. You can't tell if he actually wants to stay or if he's being nice, and the idea that he might not be there in the morning is so devastating that you have to make yourself stop and breathe so you don't break out into anxious tears. "W–we should talk about it?" It's more of a question than a statement, and you hate yourself a little for not being more confident about all of this. But how can you, when he would be completely within his rights to just walk out on you like you walked out on him?

"If you want." Marcus is hesitant because he doesn't want to hear that this was some sort of itch for you to scratch. That it was just a good time. He opens his arms and invites you to curl into him. Needing the comfort of you close to him before you break his heart again.

"Do you not want to talk?" It makes the fear seize in your heart in a very real way, but you still go to him like a magnet.

"Not if it's going to–" He breaks off what he was going to say and sighs. "We need to." He agrees softly, knowing that it would be cowardly to not talk about it. You were both adults and he knew that he could get hurt when he came home with you tonight.

"I–" Reminding yourself to breathe - to be honest - you exhale slowly and find his eyes in the moonlight. "I don't want this to just be a one time thing. Or a meaningless thing. But if this was just...closure for you, or whatever...I'll respect that." It would break your heart, but you would never force him to be with you. That might actually be worse than having him walk away.

Through lots and lots of therapy over the past year, Marcus has learned that he can’t just jump in. He tries to curb the instinct now, taking a moment to absorb your words and make sure he understands. Relief floods his entire system, happy that you feel that way. “And what exactly is it that you do want?” He asks, making sure that his arm is curled around your shoulders, his fingers stroking your skin softly.

"Not more than will make you happy." The answer is him. You want him back, but if he doesn't want to be with you again you aren't going to make him. After all, twelve years is a long fucking time to be apart and he might want different things in a partner now.

“That’s not an answer.” He hums, aware that you are seemingly walking on eggshells around him right now and he doesn’t like it. Deflection and refusing to be honest is what landed you here where you are.

You sigh softly, squeezing your eyes shut before opening them again to find him studying you carefully. "I am afraid to ask whether or not you would want to keep seeing me," you admit, letting your head hit the pillow again softly. "Because I don't think I deserve a second chance even though I want one."

It’s what he needs to hear, turning on his side and reaching up to cup your cheek and gently swipe his thumb over your cheek bone. “Do you think I would have gone home with you if I didn’t want to see you again?” He asks softly, wanting to make sure you know that he’s not that type of man.

"I hoped not." That, at least, you can admit freely. The warmth of his calloused hand on your face makes you shiver slightly, but not at all in a bad way. It's more like...disbelief. "But I would have deserved it if you decided to walk out on me after we were finished."

“I didn’t want the divorce.” He admits, although he’s sure you know that. He hadn’t fought you on it, but he also hadn’t been happy about it. “I wanted to spend my life with you.”

You nod, eyes falling shut again momentarily as you swallow down years and years of guilt. You know he didn't want the divorce, but when he didn't fight you, you tricked yourself into believing that you were freeing him to find a better life. That he must have known a better life was possible, since he didn't protest. "I'm so, so sorry." The words nearly break you, tears brimming in your eyes and the tightening in your chest making it hard to take a breath for longer than you're proud of. "It was my fault. All of it."

“Stop.” Marcus chides you softly, shaking his head and urging your chin up slightly where it’s fallen. “Baby– look at me.”

The thing that mostly gets you to comply is hearing him call you baby, feeling like you don't deserve even that small amount of affection. But you wipe the tears from under your eyes fiercely, forcing yourself to look up.

He sighs softly, hating the tears that are in your eyes. “I loved you enough to let you go.” He murmurs quietly, his thumb moving down and he rubs it over your lips. “You told me that your future wasn’t yours with me, so I knew that you had to do what you needed to alone. That if I tried to force you to stay, you would hate me for it. So I said yes when you asked for a divorce.” The words had been like a knife to his heart, but he had realized what they meant later on.

"I was an idiot." When he opens his mouth to protest you shake your head, insisting that he let you elaborate. "I should have talked to you. Had the tough conversations instead of thinking that compromise didn't exist. So it was my fault. It just took a hell of a lot of therapy to realize where I went wrong."

“And I should have known that maybe you weren’t ready to plan out every detail of our lives.” He chuckles. “Lots of therapy for me too.” He bites his lip. “I would have gone with you.” He confesses. “If you had told me what you needed, what you wanted, I would have gone with you.”

"I didn't really know, though." It's your own confession. That even if he had given you the reins to choose what direction your future was going to go in, you wouldn't have known where to lead him. "I changed my focus at George Washington twice before settling on my masters and then the Sorbonne happened because one of my professors was taking her sabbatical in France and knew of a spot in the program there. It was a whirlwind. And you..." Your eyes search his face, seeing the softness there that makes your heart ache. "The FBI, baby? If you had come to France with me you never would have found such an amazing career."

“So I would have learned to speak French instead of using handcuffs.” It’s all reflective now, the past is just that– the past. But he needs you to know that he would have given everything up for you.

"I'm sorry." It's quieter this time, more ashamed, but you know you can't change what you did. "If I could take it back, I would."

“I don’t want you to be sorry.” Marcus rushes out, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours. “Please don’t beat yourself up. I just–I’ve realized something that I knew but I couldn’t acknowledge until I saw you again.”

"You have?" If he can hear your heartbeat speed up, he doesn't show it. But you can't possibly believe that the blood pounding in your ears isn't loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah.” He flashes you a soft smile, opening his eyes and pulling back so he can look at you fully. “I never stopped loving you, sweetheart.” He confesses. “You’re it for me.”

For a second you swear your heart has stopped beating all together, until it feels like all the blood that was just pounding in your ears has rushed to your face to fill your cheeks and all the air leaves your lungs all at once in a sound like a strangled, disbelieving gasp. The tears are next - hot, grateful, ecstatic, and still disbelieving. But in the last milliseconds of that second where you seem to react to everything all at once, you’re pressing into his space to kiss him over and over and over again. Ten thousand tiny little kisses that bleed into one long one as you cling to him and desperately try to stop shaking in his arms because you can’t believe you could ever be so lucky as to have another chance with him. “I love you.” The words have been stuck in your throat for god only knows how long but they tumble out now, against his lips. “I love you so much, Marcus. I swear I’ll make it all right this time if you let me.”

Marcus sighs in relief, in disbelief and hope, his arms becoming steel bands around you as he happily takes the kisses and refuses to let your mouth pull back more than a fraction of an inch. You love him. That cycles through his mind on a loop and he wonders how the hell it took twelve years to get back to this moment.

It takes longer than you’re proud of to recompose yourself, but when you do it’s like the heavy weight that you’ve been carrying on your shoulders for years is finally starting to dissipate. “I know it’s not as easy as a magical fix,” you tell him, words still muffled by his skin as he keeps you close. “But we’re not kids anymore. I think if we try, we can do it.”

"I think we should take it slow." Marcus admits, rolling his eyes at himself since within forty-eight hours of seeing you again, he's back in bed with you. "Slow for us, I guess." He huffs, conceding that it's better than the first time you met. You had slept together that very first night and that had just been it. There hadn't been anyone else for him until well after you had driven off into the sunset, your wedding band laying on the kitchen counter with your house key.

“What’s that?” You joke, unable to resist even though you’re already nodding in agreement. “I’m not saying let’s go get remarried tomorrow. Or even at all, if you don’t want to. I just…” Sighing in his arms again feels like a gift. “Slow is good. We just have to stick to it.”

"You still have my last name." He's slightly smug about that. Every time he's almost typed your name into the FBI database, it's been with your maiden name. He had incorrectly assumed that you would go back to it after you got settled. You had even petitioned in the divorce to change your name.

“Yeah…” It’s not like you can deny it. It’s a fact, right there on paper. “I decided that even though I wasn’t running around broadcasting being divorced, I wasn’t going to pretend like it didn’t happen.”

"I like that." He admits, nose brushing against your cheek as he leaves another kiss against your skin. "Always liked you having my last name." He had been so fucking proud when you had changed your school ID, your license and social security number to Pike. It might be slightly caveman-ish, but he was human after all.

"So I guess..." You crack a grin, fingers brushing along his jaw and feeling light for the first time in ages. "Do you want to go out on a real date tomorrow? Something a little more intentional than us randomly ending up in the same bar for dinner?"

“I think we should.” Marcus agrees with a grin of his own. “We’ve changed a lot over the past decade and I–I want to make sure that it’s not nostalgia for either of us.”

"That's fair." Leaning forward lets you leave a kiss on his nose and you grin. "Maybe we can do something that we've never done before?"

“Hmmmm do you have something in mind?” The idea of even leaving this bed isn’t one that Marcus wants but he knows he can’t just stay in bed with you.

"I'm sure we can come up with something." The only thought in your mind right now is him and it's clouding everything else, but you would be lying if you said that you minded too much. The fact that he's here with you and wants to stay is still overwhelming in the best way.

Marcus shoots you a grin and then chuckles. “Jesus, I cannot believe that we are here right now.” He sighs, leaning back and closing his eyes as his hand drifts up and down your back.

"It's a little surreal, right?" Lying back in his arms is fully surreal, not just a little, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. "I'm still waiting for somebody to come bang on the door and yell at us for fucking too loud."

He snorts, his chest jostling you slightly. “Let them.” He grins and slides his hand down to your ass. “I’ll just make sure you’re louder the next time.”

"I fully believe you will." It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken a comment as a challenge, although he'd been nineteen then and much more competitive.

Marcus sighs softly, his hand sliding back up and he pulls you closer, smiling at you. “Hi.” He hums goofily.

"Hi," you hum right back, placing kisses on his nose and lips as you grin at him.

“Have to admit, this is not where I saw my Friday night going.” Marcus jokes. “I imagined drowning myself in too many whiskeys and wallowing in the fact that you still look so fucking good.”

"I felt like I was going to die when you walked into my office." Now, with him beside you and things looking so much brighter than they did even a few hours ago, you can laugh about it. "Of all the different ways I ever dreamt of seeing you again, dating one of my team members was not on the list."

“God.” His own awkward laugh answers yours and he swipes his free hand down his face. “All I could think about was the fact that I had seen both of you naked. And honestly? Wonder how the hell she didn’t make the connection in last names before. It’s not like Pike is common.”

"It's not that uncommon, though." You shrug slightly but still laugh. "Maybe her hometown has four different Pike families? Who knows."

“And was it just me, or did you want to melt like the Wicked Witch when she asked if we were siblings?” Marcus asks, rolling his eyes in pure embarrassment.

"I'm going to want to melt on Sunday when I tell her we're seeing each other again." It might end up being an incredibly uncomfortable conversation, but you would rather have it outside of work, and Sunday brunch trivia is the next time you'll see Silvia.

“You can wait if you want.” Marcus offers, not wanting to put you into an awkward position with your friend and employee. “If it makes it easier for you.”

"I feel like it could get complicated if I wait," you admit. "It would seem like we're hiding it from her, and I don't–I don't want to hide this at all. I'm proud that you would even consider giving me a second chance."

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asks you softly, “I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life since I was nineteen.”

Not wanting to cry again - even happy tears - you tuck yourself in even closer to his side and exhale deeply. "I knew we said slow, but I want you to know that that's where my mind is, Marc. The rest of our lives. Just like we always said."

He gets emotional himself, closing his eyes for a moment so he can compose himself and not bawl like a baby. Although his hold on you turns ironclad for a moment before he relaxes it. “I-I like the sound of that.” He manages after he’s opened his eyes again.

"There's plenty to talk about. Things to work through. But..." You blow out a sigh and manage an honest smile in the light of the moon. "But I have literally dreamed of having a chance to make things right with you more times than I can count."

“We don’t have to work out all the details tonight.” He kisses your forehead and smiles at the irony. He would have wanted to plan everything out years ago. “I just want to be with you.”

"We should try to get some sleep." Now that things are a little more secure, the fear of waking up and finding him gone has completely left your mind. Replaced by wanting to spend the weekend together and start to rekindle the relationship that you've been missing for over a decade.

“We should, but–” He shuffles slightly and gently moves out from under you. “I’m going to go get us some water.” He tells you, not wanting you to think he’s changing his mind. “That way we don’t have to worry about getting it in the middle of the night.”

"There's glasses in the cabinet next to the refrigerator." Your kitchen cabinets might be the only thing in the entire apartment that stay consistently organized, and the idea of Marcus puttering around your space freely makes you smile broadly all over again.

Marcus smirks and there is a slight leer to his gaze as he rakes it over your body. “Go pee, sweetheart. I know you have to.” He orders before he walks out of the room, still naked and comfortable with it.

Five minutes later you're both crawling back in bed, glasses of water sitting ready on your nightstand after both taking a few painkillers to preempt any small hangover you might have in the morning. After all, you did have a bit to drink even if neither of you was actually drunk. You settle into his side again and sigh as you both wrap your arms around each other, ready to drift off to sleep. It's more than comfortable. It's like coming home.

“I love you.” He murmurs into your hair, kissing your head and closing his eyes. If this is a dream, a drunken fantasy, then he doesn’t want to wake up.

"I love you, too." It's gentle, and almost ethereal, and all you can do is trust that it's real, because you're drifting off quickly in the comfort of his arms.

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shinyhappysims · 6 months ago

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Saturday, 1:03 AM, Simga Chi house, Foxbury Institute, Britechester

Asher: Hey cutie, I need a partner for juice pong. You in?

Layla: Definitely. But fair warning. I’ve never played before.

Asher: Wow… you’re pretty bad at this. Like… hilariously so.

Layla: I don’t wanna hear it.

one hour later…

Asher: Hey! It’s the bad at beer pong girl! What are you doing out here?

Layla: You don’t have to scream it from the rooftops. Besides I’m about to go. Just waiting for my sorority sister to pick me up.

Asher: Oh, nice! What sorority are you in?

Layla: Kappa Simelta.

Asher: Ah, I should have known, all Kappa Simelta’s are gorgeous.

Layla: You’re just as bad at flirting as I am at beer bong.

Asher: We somehow ended up winning though, didn’t we? So… does that mean I could win you over?

Layla: …Give me your number and I’ll get back to you.

#fundie simblr #fundie sims #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #shs: izzy #making me miss my frat rat phase smh #she’s a queen and he’s just asher #shout out sigma chi you were always my fave frat #also why does asher kinda look like mark lee #i just realized lmao #fitting honestly #they act the same too

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marsabillions · 3 months ago

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love writing evan bullshitting like go girl say nothing of importance!!

#he’s such a manipulative little weasel #even at like 14-15 #stop talking in speeches at heart you want to party @ some frat house named Alpha Alpha Sigma #evan rosier #bone season

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petrolpunk127 · 3 days ago

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Folks who throw around alpha, sigma, omega, or any other Greek crap in conversation are one of two types of people.

Frat boys who secretly enjoyed their hazing a little too much. And people who are WAY too enthusiastic about werewolf porn.

Either way, grab the bear spray.

#frat bro #werewolves #alpha #sigma #bear spray #words of wisdom

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kewchis · 11 months ago

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my friends are so precious in ways they don't even know i just wanna take care of them forever and tell them how much i adore them (i'm basically the only girl and i'm the second youngest) and THEY ALSO MAKE ME FEEL SO LOVED AND APPRECIATED

#i'm mommy??#frat sweetheart core #sweetheart of sigma ligma balls #the brothers i never had

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smileysuh · 21 days ago

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deal maker

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You grasp at the blanket on his bed, writhing beneath him while he licks and sucks and- fuck, he just knows you so well- there’s no need for direction, no awkward moments of exploration, he just… he knows what to do, and it drives you wild. You’re completely in the moment, experiencing a raw pleasure you’ve only ever read about in erotica.

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, breast worship, pussy eating, overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, multiple sex positions, multiple reader orgasms, cumming together, dry humping, foreplay, slight corruption kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) sweetheart.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 8.7k

🍭 aus. uni/frat au, Halloween, supernatural/demon au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Happy Halloween!

One: her

If it weren’t for the fact that you’re in the middle of a library, you might just scream. You know your workload increases with each year you’re in university, but there’s something sinister about the amount of book-related essays you have right before Halloween.

You’re doing your best to focus, and you’ve read the entirety of the ‘Frankenstein’ book that you’re supposed to be analyzing, but you just can’t find words.

A massive sigh escapes you, and your best friend, Hwasa, casts you a sideways glance. “You good, babes?” she asks.

“I just- I can’t do this,” you groan. “It’s a completely open ended prompt- I could write about anything I want to, and all things considered, five thousand words isn’t the longest essay ever- but, damn, I seriously can’t think right now.”

She nods sympathetically. “Do you really think you’re at rock bottom on this?”

“I don’t see how I could go any lower.”

“Okay, well,” she scoots her chair closer to you, her voice lowering, “i wouldn’t suggest this otherwise, but uh- have you ever thought about contacting the Sigma Veta Tau demon?”

“The what?” you stare at her blankly.

“Of course you wouldn’t know about him, you’re a goody goody,” Hwasa sighs. “Basically, there’s this guy in the SVT frat who makes deals and does your work for you.”

“What’s this have to do with being a demon?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just a weird myth- basically, this guy helped me with an essay last year worth thirty percent of my grade. All he asked for was a family heirloom, and I think it’s his weird choice of price for favours that get him the whole ‘demon’ thing cuz he doesn’t usually ask for money like other dudes who write your papers would.”

“How did you do? On the essay?” you ask.

“Got an A. He doesn’t overdo it, he does enough to get you a good grade but not so good it’s obvious you didn’t do the work.”

“So… is he an actual demon, or?” You cock your head to the side, trying to understand the whole demon relevance.

“Nah, like I said, he’s just some hot nerd who wrote my essay. It wasn’t sketchy at all.”

“And he does this for a lot of people?”

“I’ve heard about a few. I know his friend Dokyeom was close to failing his Kinesiology course and somehow Wonwoo did his final exam for him and helped him pass.”

You let out a small laugh. You’re familiar with the Sigma Veta Tau frat, and DK is a well known figure there- getting someone to help him pass Kinesiology is very characteristic to the loud gym bro. “Wait, but, how did Wonwoo pull it off? They ID you at the final exams, don’t they?”

Hwasa shrugs. “I guess the dude pulls off miracles every once in a blue moon, maybe that’s part of his ‘demonic’ reputation.”

“Are we sure this a good idea?” you ask.

“Making a deal with the Devil?” Hwasa clarifies. “Of course, what could go wrong?”

You laugh at her choice of words.

This Wonwoo guy definitely isn’t the Devil… and even if he was, what would making a deal with him even really include?

You’re skeptical to say the least, but looking back at your worn out book, and your laptop document open with zero words- you begin to wonder if maybe this Wonwoo guy is a good way to solve your current predicament.

Two:

Wonwoo quite enjoys living on campus. He loves the onslaught to his senses every time he’s out and about, mingling with university kids who have way too much on their plate. No one ever notices him, no one ever notices the things that are slightly… off about him, they’re much too busy focusing on this week’s term paper, or this week’s quiz.

No, Wonwoo’s extremely happy being exactly where he is. He’s lounging in a coffee shop that connects to the book store, his eyes darting from person to person, assessing-

That’s when his gaze locks with someone familiar.

Hwasa had come to him last year, needing an essay completed. It had been one of Wonwoo’s easier tasks, as he’s read the source material upwards of twenty times in his long life. He’s seen her around campus a few times since then, but she’s never approached him, not the way she is now.

“Hi, Wonwoo!” Hwasa grins, demenour as bubbly as ever.

The frat boy simply nods, his gaze turning to assess you as you stand next to your friend.

“This is y/n,” Hwasa introduces you. “She’s actually struggling with an essay right now-”

“Hate to hear about an academic struggle,” Wonwoo interrupts, “especially while enjoying my coffee.” His eyes return to you again. “If you ever need a tutor, you should swing by the frat.”

“I would appreciate that,” you nod, a little breathless.

It’s clear there’s something off about you too- your heard rate is going faster than the average rate, and you’re finding it difficult to meet his gaze.

Ah, things click in Wonwoo’s head, this particular set of responses isn’t something he’s unfamiliar with. Many girls react this way to him, getting ‘flustered,’ as humans would say.

However, what is unfamiliar, is the way Wonwoo himself is reacting to it. He finds it cute, endearing in a way- as opposed to the annoyed feeling he usually gets when women are easily infatuated with him.

“Here,” Wonwoo breathes smoothly, picking up a pen from his notepad. “Give me your hand.”

Your gaze flickers to Hwasa for a moment, and then you’re reaching forward. Wonwoo grasps your wrist, enjoying the warmth of your skin and the way you jolt from his touch. He quickly writes his phone number down on your inner palm. “Give me a call about tutoring you sometime, we can discuss details then.”

“O-okay,” you nod, immediately taking your hand back when he’s finished, cradling it close to your chest.

“If that’s all you two have to say to me,” Wonwoo breathes, looking between you and Hwasa, “I’d love to get back to my coffee.”

Three:

“Hey, I’m at the frat, where are you?” you ask as you answer your best friend’s call. You feel so awkward just standing here, trying to look like you belong even though you’re sure you stand out in the all boys frat village.

“Babes, I’m so sorry- I’m at this study group and it’s going mega late, I didn’t even realize the time and I’m across campus-”

You let out a sigh. “Are you seriously going to make me do this alone?”

“You’ll be fine!” Hwasa assures you. “Wonwoo won’t bite, it’s the daylight after all.”

She giggles, and you roll your eyes. You’re still not sure how you feel about this whole ‘demon’ thing, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little afraid to enter a fratboy den of wolves alone.

“You’ve got this,” Hwasa says again. “If you need anything, just text me, and remember, I stalk your snapchat location so if anything happens-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh. “Okay, I can do this.”

“That’s the spirit!”

You hang up on Hwasa, taking a deep breath and turning to the front door. You approach cautiously, raising your hand and knocking three times.

It takes a couple of moments, but eventually, a man opens the door. You recougnize Jeonghan, he’s the frat president’s right hand man, a business major with a reputation for hitting on every girl he meets.

“Well, look who it is,” Jeonghan grins, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder while he shovels some cereal into his mouth from the bowl in his hand.

He’s in an oversized white shirt and sweatpants, you’d bet he hasn’t been to classes today- and fuck it, he looks handsome, all the SVT men do.

“Sorry, hi, I’m here for Wonwoo, but I don’t think we’ve actually met,” you say awkwardly, holding out a hand.

Jeonghan’s gaze falls to your extended palm, and he chuckles. “Wonwoo gets all the cute girls,” he says, moving away from the door frame to let you inside, “but none of them ever stick around.”

“I’m here to study,” you try to explain.

“Sure you are,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes. You follow him through the entryway living space, pausing as he heads back into the connected kitchen. “Wonwoo’s room is the third floor, first door on the left.” You stand there for a few moments, and Jeonghan cocks his head to the side. “You have no clue where the stairs are, do you?”

“Nope.”

“That door,” he points with his spoon. “Don’t get lost.”

He’s a bit of an odd one, and with a final thank you, you scurry away, following his directions past a door and up three flights of stairs. You pause outside the first room on the left, swallowing thickly before you knock.

“Come in!” Wonwoo’s voice calls out.

Before you can push the door open, it opens by itself, and you half expect Wonwoo to be standing there- only to find him seated on his bed with a book in his hands.

He’s in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants. His hood is up, but his dark curls are poking out, toying with the rims of glasses that set of the sharp angles of his face.

“What was your name again?” he asks.

“Uh-” you cough. “Y/N.” The door opening by itself had freaked you out, and you wonder how true the whole demon thing is- God, that’s been on your mind a lot.

“Come in, relax, and tell me what I can do for you,” he instructs, using his foot to push out a chair near his bed.

You swallow thickly again, closing the door behind you and approaching. You take a seat, letting out a breath. “So basically I have an essay on Frankenstein- have you read it?”

“Of course. Have you?” he counters.

“Yeah, I’ve read it, but uh… anyways, it’s due on Halloween, which is two weeks away, and I have so many other essays to write-”

“What’s the topic?”

“Open ended.”

“How many words?”

“Five thousand.”

“That doesn’t seem very hard,” he muses with a grin, slotting a marker between his pages so he can rest his book on his chest, getting a better look at you.

“Usually it wouldn’t be, but I’m just blanking- I don’t even know where to start.” You release a stressed breath. “So I brought a family heirloom.”

Wonwoo just looks at you, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.

“Hwasa said she paid you last time with her grandmothe’rs broach?” you try to explain.

“My price is different for everyone,” Wonwoo tells you, holding out a hand. “Let’s see what you brought.”

“It’s my aunt’s.” You give the necklace to him. “She got it to me to celebrate graduating highschool and getting into university.”

Wonwoo inspects the delicate silver chain, looking at the crescent moon charm with an opal in the middle. “It’s obviously valuable,” he says, handing it back to you, “but I can tell it’s not very sentimental.”

“So…” you fidget with the necklace in your palm, “what do you want?”

Wonwoo’s eyes begin to scan your form, and suddenly you feel very uncomfortable. It’s as if he’s undressing you in his mind, and it makes you fidget in your seat. His gaze lands on your chest, and you fight the urge to cover your tits-

He sits up, reaching forward- You hold your breath as his fingers brush by your collar bones, too close to the swell of your breasts for your liking- and then he’s lifting your necklace, leaning even closer to inspect it.

You can feel his breath on your skin, and he’s so close- God, why is something as simple as this so erotic? You’ve dealt with pretty boys before, but there’s something about a pretty, nerdy, dangerous boy-

“Where did you get this?” he asks, thumb smoothing across the golden heart attached to the chain on your neck.

It’s hard to find your voice, but after a moment, you’re able to respond. “It was uh- it was from my last boyfriend.”

“An ex?” His gaze lifts to you.

“Yeah.” You can feel your skin heating.

“And you didn’t get rid of it?”

“I figure I bought him a bunch of stuff while we were dating, pretty sure this was only fifty bucks or something, so I guess I thought I deserved to keep it.”

Wonwoo nods. You watch his gaze dip to your lips, just for a moment, and then he’s releasing your necklace and leaning back into his bed again. “That will work.”

“It will?” you ask in shock.

“Uh huh. There’s a certain sort of sentimentality to it. Also… even though you say you kept it because you deserved it, buying him so many things or whatever, I think it’s a shame that a pretty girl like you is still holding onto something from the past, instead of looking at your future. I’ll take it off your hands, and you can progress now, with more than just your essay.”

You wonder what sort of motive Wonwoo has, what significance a necklace from your ex actually has on a man who’s practically a stranger.

“Okay,” you murmur, reaching behind your throat to undo the clasp. “So… how does this work now?”

“A five thousand word open ended essay on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein…” Wonwoo takes his glasses off, wiping them with his hoodie. “I guess, you give me some time to think it through, I text you, and you come see me again.”

You watch the way he puts his spectacles back onto his face- it’s shocking how small, simple, mundane motions can be so beautiful when completed by a man like him.

“Okay,” you nod. “I guess… I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“You will,” he agrees. “Bye for now.”

He relaxes against his pillows, lifting his book and immediately turning his attention to it.

You stand up and leave without another word, your heart racing in your chest.

Once you’re outside the frat house, you call Hwasa.

“So how did it go?” she asks. “He didn’t kill you, so that’s good news!”

“He also didn’t want the family heirloom,” you sigh.

“So what did he want?”

“My necklace, you know, the one from my ex.”

“That’s weird, why would he want that?”

“Hell if I know,” you groan. “Hwasa… he’s not an actual demon, right?”

“Of course not!” she laughs.

You wish you were as certain as she is. There’s definitely something otherworldly about Jeon Wonwoo, and one of these days, you’re going to put your finger on exactly what is different about him from any other man you’ve ever met.

Four:

Wonwoo is standing by his window, examining the necklace in his hand. It’s such a simple little thing, but there’s so much energy tied to it. Wonwoo can see the dark aura- a tie to a past that it’s clear you’d rather forget.

Usually, Wonwoo collects items with soul ties. Family heirlooms are the easiest, as they’re connected to multiple people in different generations. When one of those people with a soul connection to the item dies, Wonwoo deams if they’re a worthy enough spirit to take as payment for his favours.

In Hwasa’s case, both of her grandparents had died recently. The grandmother had gone first, followed quickly by the grandfather, and it was the older male that Wonwoo had chosen to take for himself. His soul had been dark, a signifier of the evil in his heart when he’d been on earth.

For a demon, Wonwoo actually likes humans. He only accepts contracts that allow him to collect on bad souls, souls that he deems worthy of eternal damnation.

Many of his kind have asked him why he’d chosen a university to call home, and in simple terms, it’s because at heart, Wonwoo has an erudite flecked soul. He loves learning, more than he’s ever loved being a demon.

He got to a point in his life where he figured, if he was going to be around forever, he might as well learn everything.

Besides all that, university is easy, students come to him, he hardly had to do any work. Students are always anxious, always busy and in need of support to get work done. They hardly think of the heirloom they pawned off to a frat boy in return for an essay or a test- and since Wonwoo waits for natural deaths to collect the souls tied to the items, there’s no harm no fowl.

With all of this being said, Wonwoo’s not used to taking an item like yours. There are only two souls tied to it, your own, and your ex boyfriend’s… Wonwoo knows which one he’ll collect.

He’s not sure why he feels protective of you… there’s just something in your aura that calls to him, something he can’t explain.

He knows that this job will be different, in more ways than one, but something inside of Wonwoo is ready for the change, after all, it’s been a very long time coming.

Five:

“You’re back,” Jeonghan muses when he opens the door to the frat for you. “That’s a first.”

“Hi,” you say meekly, forcing a smile. You’re still not sure how you feel about any of this, and knowing that what Wonwoo’s doing with you is unusual doesn’t help ease your anxieties.

“He’s in the kitchen,” Jeonghan sighs, opening the door wider so you can pass. As you move by him, a hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “He’s never cooked for anyone, so, just keep that in mind.”

God, these men are so odd-

You find Wonwoo in the kitchen, his back to you. He’s in a black t-shirt and it stretches tight across his broad shoulders. His curls are a little messy, as if he’s been sleeping, and when he turns to you, you find he’s not wearing his glasses.

Why is he just as pretty without glasses as he is with glasses?

This feels unfair. This feels like- well, it shouldn’t be legal, for starters.

“Hey.” Wonwoo flashes you a smile and you just about melt. You can feel your skin heating, and you hate how your body betrays you, betrays the inner lustings that take over every time you look at this nerdy hot frat boy.

“Hi,” you respond, feeling like a complete idiot as you approach Wonwoo.

“You hungry?” He looks down at the pan in front of him. “I’ve been making steak and eggs.”

“Actually, I’m really just here about the essay,” you try to explain.

“Oh, right.” Wonwoo focuses on the sunny side up egg he’s making, “Give me one sec.”

You watch him finish up his meal. You’re not used to watching a man cook, and you're surprised at how skilled he is. There’s something very attractive about the way he shovels the egg out of the pan, adding it to his plate with the finished steak.

“Okay, let’s go.” Wonwoo leads you back up to his room. He takes a seat at his work table. “You can go on the bed,” he suggests, cutting open an egg. You watch the orange yolk drip, the way he scoops some up with steak.

He’s way too attractive.

“You sure you don’t want any?” he asks. “It’s perfectly medium rare.”

“A little too rare for me,” you admit, immediately realizing your mistake. “It looks amazing, sorry, I’m just not hungry.”

“Sounds good. So let's talk your essay.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve decided I’m not going to write it for you.”

“What?” It feels like the air is knocked out of your chest, and you stare at Wonwoo in confusion. “But uh… you took my necklace, and you wrote Hwasa’s essay-”

“It’s busy season.” Wonwoo waves his fork around absentmindedly. “The deal is, you come here, we work together, and when you need help, I’ll help. When you need a final edit, I’ll final edit.”

“Uh…” Your mind is spinning. “If you’re not going to help, I can really just do it myself.”

“I think we both know my help will be important,” Wonwoo points out. “Look, you’re a good girl. Don’t you want to feel like you did it yourself? When you came here the first time, I noticed you were hesitant, I don’t think this is something you’re used to doing.”

“I’m not,” you admit, shocked at his ability to read you.

“With a five thousand word count, this will only take two or three hard study sessions top, in fact, since I have my steak and eggs, we can start now.”

“I didn’t even bring my book-”

“I’ve got a copy right here.” Wonwoo spins his chair, reaching for his bookshelf. He pulls out a worn version of Frankenstein, handing it to you. “I’ve got notes in here, if you want to flip through it, I’m sure you’ll find something to inspire your essay.”

You take a deep breath.

Should you do this? Should you sit here and study with him? What was the point of giving him your necklace if he’s not going to write it for you?

“You’ll keep me on track?” you ask.

Wonwoo offers you a lopsided grin. “Uh huh.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Six:

It’s your second session with Wonwoo. You’ve been carrying his version of Frankenstein around like a bible- the notes, carefully hand written into the margins, are so insightful and inspiring. At this point, you’ve reread the whole book just to get a chance to understand Wonwoo’s musings on every page.

You feel alight with determination, and your thoughts feel focused- you’re as focused with Wonwoo as you’ve ever been, which feels odd given how distracting he is.

It’s intimate in a way, to be so close to him, doing your own work while sharing a space-

Your phone buzzes, breaking your concentration.

Wonwoo looks up at you, pausing his reading. “Who’s that, your boyfriend?”

You let out a small laugh. “Just Hwasa checking in on me to make sure I’m okay with our tutoring session, you’ve got a reputation you know.”

“Do I?” Wonwoo grins, resting his book on his abdomen.

“Uh huh, people say you’re a demon or something. Apparently coming here for help with school is a deal with the devil.”

Wonwoo laughs. “That’s definitely a theory. What do you think?”

“At the moment, I’m not quite sure,” you admit. “All I know is, you’re helping me with this essay, and that’s what matters.”

“You know how you can check if I’m a demon?” Wonwoo asks.

“How?”

“Come touch my head, see if there are any horns.”

Wonwoo is giving you a challenging look, and for some reason, you can’t resist.

You put your laptop to the side, sitting up. “Really?”

“Like I said, only one way to find out if I’m a demon.”

You move toward him, standing off the bed to approach where he’s seated at his desk. “Honestly… maybe this isn’t the best idea. I trust you, I don’t have to feel your head for horns.”

“I really wish you would though,” Wonwoo counters, and there’s a serious edge to his tone. His eyes are bright, looking up at you. It’s like you’re suspended in time and space, staring at each other, holding your breaths.

You reach toward his head, in the back of your mind, you’re worried he might bite you- but Wonwoo stays perfectly still. He watches your every movement, and soon, your fingers are smoothing through his curls.

Wonwoo holds back a groan at the feeling of your touch. He wants to lean in toward you, but doesn’t want to scare you off. It’s clear to him from your body language that you’re as hesitant about this as you had been when you’d first come to him for help with your essay.

You’re so soft, so pure, and he loves it.

He can hear your heart beginning to thunder in your chest as you smooth around his head, searching for horns.

God, humans are so gullible, but it’s adorable when it’s you being this way.

“Okay, no horns,” you confirm, tearing your hand back like you’ve just been burned.

You turn away, returning to his bed, and Wonwoo can practically feel the heat coming off of you.

“Get back to work,” he says softly, loving the way he gets to sneak looks at you while you’re deep in thought.

This arrangement is too perfect- Wonwoo hates that it will soon be coming to an end. You’ve been very productive, and as much as he’d like to take credit for it, it’s your own doing.

In some odd way, he’s proud of you, and it’s a feeling he’s never quite experienced before.

Seven:

You can’t believe it’s your final session with your ‘tutor’. The amount you’ve gotten done in two separate days with Wonwoo is ridiculous-

He’s your lucky charm, and it’s odd how much someone can come to mean to you in such a short time.

“Okay,” you sigh, finishing your last line of work. “I’m done.”

“Time for edits then,” Wonwoo responds, slotting a bookmark into what he’s reading before descarding the novel on his sidetable. He approaches you, sitting onto the bed. He’s so close that you can feel his shoulder against yours. He’s so warm, in the best of ways.

He’s reading over your shoulder, and you can feel his breath on your skin. God, this closeness is doing something to you- your pussy is actually beginning to throb, and it’s becoming uncomfortable.

“Here.” You hand your laptop over to him, watching anxiously as he begins to read your essay from the top.

You’re so focused on him- each second feels like an eternity as he makes his way through your writing, discussing small edits with you as he goes through it.

“This is good,” Wonwoo muses, making it all the way to the end. “You did really well, and with two days to spare. I’m proud of you.”

“Guess I don’t have to be stressed for Halloween,” you grin, releasing a deep breath.

“Speaking of, do you have any plans?”

“I haven’t even thought that far ahead,” you admit with a laugh.

“Well, if nothing else, we throw a great frat party, you’re more than welcome to come.”

“You know what?” You stretch your arms above your head, releasing a deep breath. “I might just stop by.”

Eight:

Wonwoo’s walking through campus when he senses something- and that something can only ever be you. He’s become accustomed to your aura, and his gaze immediately finds you, heading across the green with a friend by your side.

Your eyes meet, and Wonwoo flashes you a smile, not expecting anything to come of it.

He’s surprised when you approach, calling his name. “Wonwoo! Oh my gosh, hi!”

“Hey,” he grins, stopping in his tracks to give you a once over. He wishes he could be more subtle about his attraction to you, but by the way you take him in, it’s clear that it’s not something that’s one sided.

“Yeji, this is the tutor I was telling you about! He helped me finish my essay in three sessions.”

“It was really more like two,” Wonwoo corrects you, then his eyes find your friend. “She did all the work, believe me.”

“Yeah, after I read your notes on the book,” you grin. “He’s not even an English major, but he picks up more details in novels than I ever could.”

Wonwoo’s not used to compliments like this, especially not from pretty girls. Most just accept his work and figure their payment was a job well done enough. He doesn’t even know how to respond, and for a demon of his age, this sort of thing never happens.

You’re so pure and sweet- God, he likes you so much. But there’s something beneath the attraction, there’s a want- a want to corrupt you, a want to see how far you’ll go for him, how dirty you’ll be just for him.

“Are you two coming to the party tomorrow?” Wonwoo asks, finding a way to divert the attention away from himself.

You and Yeji exchange a look, and it’s your friend who nods. “We’ll be there.”

Nine:

You don’t go to frats often, but your attraction to Wonwoo drives you through the front doors of the packed house. Everyone is dressed accordingly, and you take a moment just to appreciate the ambiance. Sure, it’s sweaty, and overwhelming, and the flashing lights are a bit much, but it feels like a community, in some sort of odd way.

You’re heading through the crowd of bodies with Hwasa when someone grabs your arm, and you’re shocked to find Jeonghan standing there. He’s dressed as a zombie of some sort, and despite the fake grime on his face, he’s still very handsome.

“Hey, repeat offender,” he grins, leaning close so you can hear him over the loud music.

“Repeat offender?” you ask.

“Yeah, you’re Wonwoo’s chick now, our little repeat offender.” He’s charming, in an interesting sort of way. “Bet you’re looking for him.”

“Is he around?”

“He’s the dickhead in the oni mask, making a drink in the kitchen.”

“Thank you.”

You follow Jeonghan’s directions, approaching the kitchen. It’s as full of bodies as you’ve ever seen it, but despite that, finding Wonwoo is easy.

He’s tall, and even with his back to you, you’d recougnize his shoulders anywhere.

“So how are you doing this?” Hwasa asks.

“I’m just going to go talk to him.”

“Do you need backup?”

Your eyes shift to Wonwoo again, and you find a smile appearing on your face. “Honestly, I think I’ll be alright.”

“If you need anything, just scream ‘hamburger’.”

“Why?”

“It’s my safe word,” Hwasa teases, flashing you a wink before she disappears into the crowd of people dancing.

You take a deep breath, mustering your courage to approach the hot nerd.

You move toward him slowly, coming to a stop at his side. You don’t even have to say anything, he notices you immediately, turning to assess you.

His handsome face is covered with an oni mask, and it’s a little more frightening than you’d been anticipating, especially with his wild dark curls. Oni are Japanese demons, it has horns and fangs-

“Hi,” he says, and you can hardly hear him from under the mask.

“You’re really leaning into the whole demon thing, aren’t you?” you force a laugh.

You hear Wonwoo chuckle, and then he’s pulling the oni mask off. “Are you more comfortable now?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod. “Actually, I think I’d also be more comfortable with a drink.”

“How much have you had already?”

“Just had a bit of a pre with Hwasa, why?”

“I guess…” he faces you, crossing his large arms over his broad chest, “when I make a move on you tonight, since our arrangement is done, I want to make sure you reciprocate, sound of mind.”

You look up at him in shock, unable to find any words with which to respond.

Wonwoo grins when you remain dumbfounded for a few seconds. “You’re cute.”

“I am?”

“More than you realize.”

“And you’re… you’re going to make a move on me?”

“Was thinking about it.”

“What would the move look like?”

“Should I tell you? Or would you rather I show you?”

God, why is he so hot? Why does he always know what to say? And why does his smirk look extra sexy with his slightly pointed canines? Why haven’t you realized his teeth were pointy before? You suppose he doesn’t smile enough for you to have picked up on details, but now, you’re looking at him, unhindered by shyness and limits of a tutor/semi-student relationship.

Wonwoo pulls you closer by your hips, staring down at you. “I’m going to need a verbal answer, Sweetheart.”

“Show me,” you tell him.

Wonwoo’s grin widens, and one of his hands moves from your hip to your cheek, cupping your face. His thumb brushes by your cheekbone, and it’s such a loving motion- it’s as if the entire frat party disappears around you. You’re so focused on him that you can hardly breathe.

Wonwoo moves closer, and you an feel his breath on your face. His lips are incredibly close, so close you could kiss him yourself- but you stay frozen, waiting on him.

“Are you sure you want this?” Wonwoo asks teasingly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

He chuckles, and then, he presses his lips to your own, cradling you even closer with the hand on your cheek. His other palm finds the small of your back, tugging you to his chest. You find your grip going to his shoulders, exploring the muscles you’ve been thirsting over.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you open wider to accept him in, a small groan slipping out of you.

God, he’s such a good kisser- you’re completely lost in him.

In the periphery, music is thrumming through you, but it’s muffled, disappearing as you fall deeper under the spell of Wonwoo’s kiss.

Things are getting hot and heavy fast, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be embarrassed that you’re making out with Wonwoo while surrounded by people, besides, something tells you they won’t care.

You can feel something on your lower abdomen, a pressure- and you realize that just kissing you has made Wonwoo hard in his jeans.

Your pussy throbs, so turned on that you can hardly breathe. You break the kiss, gasping. “Your room?”

“Not right now,” comes his immediate response.

“What?” You can’t help the way you feel crushed at the rejection-

“Not with the party,” Wonwoo clarifies. “I want to take my time with you, want you to be comfortable- having people fucking around outside my room while I’m exploring you isn’t my idea of a great first time.”

“That actually makes sense,” you concede.

“But… I’m okay to keep doing this,” he tells you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then his mouth begins to move down to your throat, his tongue tasting your sweet spot.

You release a moan, wrapping your arms around the tall nerd. “Yeah, we can keep doing this.”

Ten:

Wonwoo carefully walks to the kitchen, avoiding spilled liquor on the floor from the party the night before. He’s so focused on his footsteps that he almost doesn’t notice Jeonghan’s aura until he’s right next to him.

The frat boy is sitting on the kitchen counter, eating his cereal. “So…” Jeonghan muses with a grin, “that girl, huh?”

“What girl?” Wonwoo sighs.

Jeonghan scoffs loudly, rolling his eyes. “The one you were making out with at the party for hours. You know, the one that keeps coming here for ‘tutoring.’”

“I helped her with an essay.”

“Sure you did.” Jeonghan pushes off the kitchen counter. “It’s cute, our resident demon has a heart.”

Wonwoo freezes, realizing that Jeonghan might be onto something, but he’ll never admit it out loud. “No, I don’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Eleven:

“Well look who it is,” Jeonghan grins as he opens the door to the frat. You wonder why it’s always him, why no one else is ever hanging around the living room, but you decide it’s best not to dwell on it.

“Hi,” you smile softly.

“Guessing you know where to go,” Jeonghan muses, opening the door wider so you can enter.

With one more nod to the frat boy, you make your way to Wonwoo’s room.

You knock on the door, and like the very first time you’d been here, it swings open with ease. Wonwoo’s sitting on his bed, a book in his hands. He’s wearing his glasses, and he looks so sexy like this, so domestic-

“Happy November,” Wonwoo says.

You laugh. “Happy November.” You close the door behind yourself, standing there awkwardly. You know what you’re here for, know what you want from him now that your essay is complete- “You’re not practicing, you know, No Nut November, or anything, are you?”

Wonwoo laughs, setting his book down on his bedside table along with his glasses. “No, I’m not practicing No Nut November.”

“Good.”

Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Get over here.”

You make your way to the bed, sitting carefully next to him. “What were you reading?”

“Dante’s Inferno,” he responds casually, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to be reading poetry from the thirteen hundreds.

“Wow,” you laugh, “that definitely pushes the whole demon angle.”

“I’m a deal maker, Sweetheart, the whole demon thing is overdone.” He wraps his arm around you, prompting you to cuddle up to his chest.

“And yet, your door opens on its own,” you point out.

“And?”

“As crazy as this sounds…” you take a deep breath, “I guess I’m wondering if there’s any… legitimacy to the whole demon thing.”

“How would you feel if there was?” he counters.

“I suppose I wouldn’t believe it, not really.”

“Then what’s the point in asking?”

“Maybe there’s no point.” You look up at him, marveling at his handsome features.

“So kiss me and forget about it,” he prompts, his fingers finding the bottom of your chin and making you look up at him.

“Sounds like a plan,” you smile, closing the gap between your lips.

He holds you tighter as your lips mesh, half pulling you onto his chest as his tongue explores your own. God, he still feels so good- part of you had wondered if you’d been a little tipsy the last time you kissed him, and that’s why it had felt so good- but no, this is just Wonwoo, this is just the power he has over you.

You adjust so you’re straddling him, his hands finding your hips to encourage you while you cup his face, enjoying the feeling.

You begin to wiggle, grinding down softly onto him. His cock is already hardening in his sweatpants- you love how easy it is to turn him on. It does wonders for your ego as you dry hump him, beginning to moan at the sensation on your clit.

You’re not usually this type of person, not the mega-sexual, but something about Wonwoo is making you feral. It helps that you both know why you’re here- helps that he’d rescheduled this fuck session so you wouldn’t be having your first time with a wild Halloween rager just outside his door.

Things are just comfortable with him, it’s clear you’re both extremely attracted to each other, and that turns you on even more.

One of his hands begins to glide up from your waist, skimming the underwire of your bra. You move his palm even further up, so he’s grasping your breast, and he squeezes deliciously, earning a soft moan from your lips.

Wonwoo grins into your kiss, his free hand cupping the back of your neck, forcing you even closer as he massages your chest.

You grind harder onto his cock, loving the feeling-

One flip has Wonwoo on top of you, and you whimper at the change in power dynamics. He moves his hips fluidly, applying more pressure to your already throbbing clit-

Wonwoo pulls away from your throat, looking down at you with dark eyes. “So do I need to grab a condom, Sweetheart?”

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him. “Are you clean?”

“I’m clean, are you?”

“Yeah.” You lean closer, eagerly pressing your lips to his again. You’re so lost in him, nothing else matters.

Wonwoo’s hands begin to explore you again, and then he pulls away to tug on your shirt. “Off.”

You sit up, removing the fabric, exposing your bra to him.

Wonwoo looks down at you with lust filled eyes. “You’re so pretty, Sweetheart.” His fingers tease the strap of your bra. “How’d a pretty little thing like you ever find your way to me?”

“The essay-”

“You’re so innocent though, I could tell from the moment I met you. You wouldn’t have come to me if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

“No, I don’t cheat.”

“And you still don’t, you did the whole essay yourself.”

“With help from you,” you blush.

“No, Sweetheart, it was all you.” Wonwoo kisses you again, shutting up any argument you have about using his notes.

He makes you feel so good- it’s such a safe space, and it’s the type of situation you’re not used to. The lack of judgement, the complete support- it helps you relax, helps you get even further lost in his kiss as you make out, the both of you wriggling and grinding against each other. You love the feeling of his body, the feeling of being here with him, completely enraptured mind and soul.

Wonwoo’s lips trail down to your throat, and he begins to descend. He reaches your chest, and you breathe heavily, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his lips.

His fingers hook in the cup of your bra, and he pauses to look up at you, as if he’s asking for your permission. “Do it,” you tell him, trying to catch your breath.

Wonwoo grins, pulling your bra down so he can access your tits fully. His tongue flicks at your sensitive nipple, and you groan at the sensation, arching your back to push your chest closer to his face.

Wonwoo’s lips suction around the sensitive bud next, and God, it feels amazing.

Your pussy is practically throbbing- can women cum from breast stimulus alone? You might find out if he keeps this up.

His hands cup your tits, pushing them together, and then he begins to lick at both of your nipples, switching from one to the other in a pace that has you grabbing his hair, whimpering in desperation.

You feel like you’re on fire- you feel alive, writhing on this hot nerd’s bed. It feels dirty, but it feels so right too.

He continues on your breasts for a short while, until you’re good and needy, then he makes his way to your jeans.

“I want you naked,” he tells you.

“Then get me naked,” you counter, still breathless.

With a wink, Wonwoo pulls your jeans down, and you work on your bra. Soon, you’re completely naked from him, and unlike other times you’ve gotten with men, you don’t feel an ounce of shame.

This feels so right, and as Wonwoo begins kissing up your thighs, prompting your legs open, you just know that sex is never going to be the same.

Wonwoo’s eyes meet yours as he takes a lick of your pussy, and you both groan. His lips suction around your clit and your muscles spasm. He pulls away with a grin, breath hot on your aching core. “So wet already,” he muses.

“I need you,” you whimper.

“You have me,” he promises, diving back into your heat.

He doesn’t hold anything back. He eats you like you’re the most delicious fruit in the world, like your pussy juices are a nectar he needs for life itself.

You grasp at the blanket on his bed, writhing beneath him while he licks and sucks and- fuck, he just knows you so well- there’s no need for direction, no awkward moments of exploration, he just… he knows what to do, and it drives you wild. You’re completely in the moment, experiencing a raw pleasure you’ve only ever read about in erotica.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you’re a little shocked at the speed of all of this, however, you suppose the foreplay had done a number on you as well.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, abdomen tensing.

“Cum for me,” he breathes heavily against your clit. “Want you to cum on my tongue.”

His lips wrap around your clit again, and two more harsh sucks are all it takes to send you over the edge. You gasp desperately, entire body tensing before the moment of your release.

Hot waves of pleasure erupt over your form, all consuming. You can hardly breathe, can only gasp in ecstasy as he works you through your high.

You’re not sure how long your orgasm lasts, only that you’re out of breath and brain dead by the time Wonwoo pulls away.

You can hardly open your eyes to look up at him as he stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are so full of lust- and for the first time, he looks truly demonic. But you’re not scared, you’re intrigued, in the best possible way.

“Fuck me,” you tell him quietly.

Wonwoo grins, and his canines flash in the light. “You got it, Sweetheart.”

He grabs the back of his shirt, tearing it off his head to reveal chiseled chest muscles. He’s got more of a sleeper build- the kind of guy you wouldn’t expect to be muscled, except that under layers of fabric, he’s actually sculpted by the Gods.

You can hardly breathe as he pulls his sweatpants down, and you’re practically drooling by the time he gets back on top of you, his lips hot against your own.

You cup the back of his neck, kissing him desperately, wiggling your hips, eager for stimulation.

Wonwoo concedes, rutting so his cock drags through your drenched pussy lips.

Neither of you say anything, you keep lip locked as he finally pushes into you. You both release gasps of pleasure, breathing the kiss to press your foreheads together as he sheaths further inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking up at Wonwoo, who meets your gaze with a fierceness that sets your insides on fire.

He’s so beautiful- you’d checked his head for horns, but you can almost see an outline of demonic features- you must be dreaming, must be so lost in him that you’re seeing things. You close your eyes, drawing your lips to his again as he begins to fuck you.

Each thrust his hard, the tip of his long cock kissing your cervix. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but the feeling becomes pleasurable much too quickly. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, clawing at his broad shoulders.

“You feel so good,” he tells you.

“No, your cock feels good,” you correct him.

“Agree,” he presses a kiss to your lips, “to disagree.”

You laugh, and Wonwoo groans at the way your giggle makes your muscles clench even tighter around his cock.

“Fuck,” he moans, taking a deep breath.

He pulls away suddenly, and he flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips to lift you into the air. He positions your knees together, so you’re in doggy, and then he pushes himself back into your aching hole.

Shit- things feel even tighter in this positon, and you claw at his bed, burying your face in his duvet as he plows into you. His grip is rough on your hips, but you don’t even care- if Wonwoo continues to give you cock like this, he could do anything he wanted to you, any position, and you wouldn’t mind.

Each snap of his hips sends the sound of skin on skin through his room, but that’s the least of your worries. You’re more concerned about the fact that you can feel another orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your stomach, and your pussy is clenching even tighter around him now.

“You’re close again, aren’t you, Sweetheart?” Wonwoo asks.

“Uh huh, so deep-” you whimper.

“Rub your clit for me,” he instructs. “Wanna feel it.”

You adjust, bringing your fingers to your sensitive bud. You begin to stoke yourself, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you crying out as he rails into you.

Wonwoo shifts, bringing one knee up so his foot is flat on the bed, giving himself better manueverabilty to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.

“That’s it,” he groans, squeezing your hips. “Make me cum.”

The knowledge that your high will set off his own makes you even more eager to please him, and you rub your clit even harder, whimpering desperately.

Wonwoo lets out a grunt, and the sound is music to your ears. How is he so sexy? When did a man grunting become sexy?

Fuck, you work yourself even harder, and Wonwoo matches your enthusiasm with his thrusts, his hands pulling your hips back to meet him with each motion.

“I’m close-” you tell him, your pussy gripping him so hard-

“Let go for me,” he responds. “Need to feel it.”

A few more circular motions on your clit has you exploding, a loud whimper escaping your lips as your pussy clamps down hard on his cock. Your entire body is alight, muscles working overtime as you contract around him.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo growls, his pace faltering as he cums inside you, filling you with a warmth that makes you spasm beneath him.

You continue to moan as he fucks you through your highs until you’re both breathless. You can feel him breathing on your back, can feel each puff-

Your own chest is heaving with effort, your eyes closed as the last inklings of euphoria sparkle through you.

Wonwoo’s hands smooth along your hips gently, and neither of you have anything to say as you recuperate.

Finally, Wonwoo gently traces your spine with a finger. “I’m going to pull out,” he tells you. “Grab you a tissue.”

“Okay.” You nod against his bed, still too blurry from your orgasm to think too hard about anything.

The loss of his cock from your aching hole is one you feel everywhere, and you whimper, cupping your pussy to stop any cum from dripping onto his bed.

Wonwoo returns quickly, moving your hand so he can press tissue to your core. “Give it a sec, and when you’re ready we can put on some clothes and head to the bathroom.”

You stay on your knees for a few more seconds before mustering your energy. When you’re finally able to stand, Wonwoo helps you up. He pulls sweatpants up your legs, followed by a hoodie to cover your bare chest.

Then, he takes your hand, guiding you to the bathroom where you both clean up.

Everything is a blur until you get back to his bedroom, where you collapse onto the mattress against his chest, eyes closed.

Wonwoo’s hand smooths up and down your arm. “How do you feel?”

“So good,” you respond.

“I’ve gotta tell you something.”

You can hear the seriousness in his tone, and you force your eyes open, looking up at him questioningly.

“I was going to wait-” Wonwoo admits, “it’s something I’ve never told anyone, not in so many words at least.” You wait for him to continue. “The whole demon thing… there’s some truth to it.”

“But… I checked for horns?” you say, confused.

“We don’t have horns, Sweetheart. We’re deal makers. You gave me your necklace, it has a soultie to your ex, one day, I’m going to drag that asshole to hell.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. “Sure you are, Wonwoo.”

“You don’t believe me,” he muses, lifting your hand so he can kiss your knuckles gently.

“I told you I wouldn’t, so what does it even matter?”

“I just wanted to start things right,” he confesses. “Wanted to do this right.”

“This?” you counter, grinning up at him.

“Us. I want to give it a shot, if you’re interested.”

“I’m more than interested,” you admit. “But… I think, right now, I just need a little sleep.”

“Then sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and with a smile and a deep breath, you finding yourself drifting into the most blissful sleep of your life. Demon or not, Wonwoo makes you feel protected, and that’s not something you’ll ever take lightly.

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🔮 preview. “You look so good like this, Sweetheart,” he whispers. “Being so good for me, so corruptible-” He has a bit of a corruption kink, but he’s never forced it on you. No, he’d shown you his toys, and allowed you to choose the pace on everything. You feel so comfortable with him, and it allows you to fully connect with yourself and your pleasure.

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, use of sex toys, flogger, vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, breast worship, nipple clamps, slight corruption kink, dirty talk, praise, soft dom Wonwoo, fingering, slight pain kink, etc… I petnames. (hers) Sweetheart.

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It’s been a few months of dating Wonwoo, and you’ve realized the whole demon thing is completely real. It was an adjustment at first, but he’d explained everything about it. There are certain demons who do the darker stuff, but Wonwoo truly considers himself a deal maker above all else. He doesn’t kill, even though, with his power, he could.

No, he’s a mellow demon, if there is such a thing.

It’s an opposites attract type of situation, and Wonwoo’s spent countless nights admiring your aura, discussing what it is exactly that makes you the light Yin to his dark Yang. He loves you for all of your differences, and you’ve never felt more comfortable with a person- or, should you say, demon.

He’s an ageless man with a thirst for knowledge, and you’re so attracted to his deep understanding of all things literate or scientific. You find yourself constantly learning new knowledge from him, and every day you spend together is a dream you never could have even wished for.

Aside from all the educational learning experiences you have with Wonwoo, you’ve also begun to explore his sexual knowledge, and it’s a journey you never thought you’d find yourself on.

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big bad wolf

f!reader x bangchan ft. stray kids smut | mdni 2.6k maybe you bit off more than you could chew when you hyped up your game to the campus’ infamous big dick owner nsfw tags under the cut

#5: huge dick + size kink (twt p☆rnlink) college!au, toxic ex bf!minho, frat boy!bangchan, alcohol consumption, one night stand, explicit consent asked and given, chan is really a tease, gentle dom!chan, daddy kink (i mean we're talking about chan here) , size kink (reader is smaller than chan), huge monster cock!bangchan, size training, protected sex (good job), oral (f), multiple orgasms, some humor at the end ♡

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“I mean being single is great and all” you said while downing the rest of the ungodly cocktail your best friend mixed for you earlier at the party. Before she left with Jisung. “But like I miss the toxic sex, ya know?” Christopher nodded his head while he took the empty cup from your hand to set it at the table beside the both of you on the couch.

The party was over so to speak. Everyone had left or was just passed out on random surfaces all over the frat. ΝΣΒ (nu sigma beta) was the frat that organized the best parties on campus. Well the second best parties but ΩΔΦ (omega delta phi) had Minho going to their parties and well you were finally over him that wasn't to run into him at a random party to drink and hook up with him again. You were determined to break free of the destructive cycle. That’s how you came to attend the parties here and met Christopher and his frat bros Changbin and Jisung. These three were quite the trio. Well not right now because Jisung was probably fucking your best friend somewhere and Changbin was passed out over the keg. Only Christopher remained somewhat (if not entirely) sober. He didn’t like alcohol that much, he claimed.

“Yeah I get you dude. Toxic sex is the best…” Christopher sighed. “But why though?”

“I don’t know man!” you said with a pout. “Also my ex was like… packing” the alcohol in your system was making it harder to perceive the fine line between sharing past experiences and simply oversharing. But Christopher wasn’t phased by it at all. On the contrary he was… intrigued.

“Really?” He questioned.

“Bro, he was real big. Like real big.” you said, closing your eyes trying to recall the extraordinary appendix Minho was blessed with. “The biggest I’ve ever seen really. I just miss that…” you said, finally opening your eyes again, purposefully avoiding thinking about your ex’s devil dick for too long before you drunkenly run to the other side of campus and to him again. When you open your eyes you see Christopher looking at you with an indecipherable expression.

“Well yeah. I miss someone that’s used to dealing with guys that are on the bigger end of the spectrum” Christopher was speaking very carefully, he was very clearly trying to hint at something but at the same time he didn’t want to come off as pressing or bragging.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” you asked as neutral as you could be, but still picking up on Christopher’s hint.

“Well you know. Girls always say it’s what they want. But like when I pull it out they either just run away or I mean they pull through but I can tell they’re not enjoying it. So I usually cut things short.”

It’s true you heard one or two rumors about Christopher also being on the bigger end but you never paid attention to them. Now, they were suddenly running back to you.

“I just wanna be with a girl that's kinky and that you know… just enjoys herself with me”

Suddenly you were looking at him differently. You looked at his big biceps resting crossed over his chest and the sleeveless loose fitted white top. He was wearing a cap that covered his soft brown curls but they were still peaking at the back of his head and around his reddened ears.

All of a sudden you were painfully conscious of Chris’ sheer size. Even though he was simply sitting next to you his large sturdy shoulders occupied the space on the couch. You found your eyes wandering to his lower half where his muscular thighs generously filled the black basketball shorts. And eventually your gaze wandered to his groin where you did notice a particularly remarkable bulge.

“You know, bro?” Chris took off the cap briefly, combing his hair with one large hand before flipping it backwards and patting it back on. He looked a little bit frustrated.

“Yeah I get it.”

Silence settled.

“Looks like we could like… help each other… maybe” you started carefully. That was uncharted territories, you didn’t know how Chris was going to react but you were a little intoxicated and that made you forget about the consequences or more like postpone thinking about them. You’ll do that tomorrow.

A cocky smirk spread on Chris’ face. An expression you had yet to witness. Usually he was all about wholesome smiles and cute laughs. But this one, this expression stirred excitement and thrill within you.

“Wanna see the big bad wolf?” Chan said right before sending you a cheeky wink that left you speechless. Before he started laughing out loud and lightly pushed you on the arm. “Just messing with you” Chris said, returning to the sunny smile.

“Why are you all cocky for anyway?” you outbid. “I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen” you said, shrugging, eyes a little defiant. And Chris’ smirked returned to his handsome face just as quick. He felt a tingle in his lower half. He enjoyed that attitude you had right now. Wouldn’t it be fun to make you swallow those words? Amongst other things…

“Think you can handle it, babygirl?” Chan said, extending his massive arm behind your head on the couch and leaning on to you, making you feel even smaller. You took a whiff of his cologne, the alluring aromas or vanilla, cedar and citrus casting a spell on you.

“Yeah of course I can” you said, steady voice oozing all the confidence in the world. Making Chris chuckle again.

***

Well maybe you couldn’t…

That is what you thought when Christopher dragged you to his room as the early rays of the dawning sun were licking the blinds.

“Having second thoughts, babygirl?” Christopher said, smiling down at you while you looked up at him and sat on his bed. The loose fitting top was all he had left on him. Even the cap was now littering the ground, letting the soft brown curls loose. and you silently thanked the heavens for this. Maybe if he would have been completely nude you would have died right there.

He was absolutely breathtaking: large shoulders, thick arms and veiny forearms going down to his big hand holding the absolute monster that usually peacefully rested between his sturdy thighs. But right now it was awakened, and awaiting.

The thing was not only incredibly massive but also unbelievably long. Thick veins ornamented the length of it from the base to the red and dripping tip.

“So am I bigger than your ex?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Um, yeah a little bit I think”

Lie. Big fat lie.

Christopher knew that. He knew that very well but he appreciated that you kept up with that act. He found that amusing.

“Perfect! Let’s get started then”

“What?” you said as he wrapped his warm hands around both your wrists, gently pushing you down on the mattress until you laid there with only your feet hanging off the bed. He put your wrists at each side of your face, laying his weight over you. He was heavy, but it was comforting, reassuring. You felt small but also safe under him. The heat from his body ignited a fire within you.

“Don’t worry babygirl” Chris whispered leaning into your ear. You felt his hot breath fanning your burning cheek. “Daddy will get you nice and ready for him.” You felt yourself flutter at the name. You were definitely responding to it.

Christopher licked big swipe on your ear making your breath itch in your throat and you bit your lip to repress a moan. Fortunately you didn’t have to think about it too much because Chris kissed you instantly, one of his hands leaving your wrist to wrap around your throat, his thumb pulling on your chin to open your mouth. You didn’t fight back, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like energy drinks and tropical fruit juice. Now you knew for sure he was completely sober. But Chris, on the other hand, wasn't so sure anymore, because he sure felt drunk right now. Drunk in you, in this kiss. He threw himself into you, moaning in your mouth as you arched your back and he rolled his hips into you, pressing his hard cock onto your hip.

Before you could think too much about it Chris stripped you of your clothes, one article after the other until you found yourself completely exposed to him. Chris got up and took a step back to admire your body under the rays of the sun piercing through the blinds. You were gorgeous, stunning and he couldn’t wait to finally be inside you.

He then pulled on your hips to bring you on the edge of the bed where he kneeled on the ground and gently parted your legs.

“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath when he saw your cute little pussy already glistening with need and lightly twitching. He only wanted one thing: to taste you. So he did.

He first laid a gentle kiss on your clit which made you jolt up and he smirked against you in satisfaction.

“Awww baby. Are you always this sensitive or is it daddy doing that to you?” He licked a large stripe from your entrance to your clit, staying there for a second giving more attention to the sensitive bud.

“F-fuckkk. No it’s y-you” you breathed in, arching your back and fisting the sheets beneath you. “Daddy is doing this to m-me”

Christopher felt his heavy length jump just as the mention of the word in your mouth, it sounded so fucking good, so fucking sexy. It made him want to please you, be good for you.

He licked and swirled his tongue on your swollen bud earning more moans and pants from you. Until your cunt was throbbing against his lips and your heart was beating in your ears.

“Im… Fuck… gonna c-cum” you said lifting your face to see Christopher looking up at you from between your thighs.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for daddy”

You came undone at the end of his tongue, your walls fluttering around nothing, thick slick gushing out of you and covering Chris’ face.

“God fuck.. don’t- s-stop” you begged, tensing up your legs and your orgasm ripped through you. Chris didn't stop there, instead he gradually slowed down to help you down your high at your own rhythm.

“Fuckkk... Please daddy I need you inside me” you said looking at him. And he got back on his feet again. With disconcerting ease he grabbed you at the hips and flipped you on your stomach and lifted you so you were on all fours.

He reached for his night stand where he took out of one of the drawers a condom and tore the wrapper hastily.

“Was hoping you’d say that babygirl”

As soon as the condom was on he brought his tip to your soaked and fluttering little hole. You were feeling desperately empty and you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of Chris’ big fat cock. You wiggled your hips to urge him to fill you up.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked, making sure one last time you were still on board.

“Yess daddy.. Yes please. Don't make me beg” You said, despair dripping from your lips. And Christopher resisted the urge to do just that. Maybe another time.

He started to push his huge cock inside you and you braced yourself feeling your walls expand beyond belief to accommodate the thick and hard length. Very slowly Chris continued to progress inside you. You gritted your teeth, fisting the sheet even harder and exhaling a faint complaint.

“It’s okay baby. You can do it. Big breaths, ok?” Chris encouraged you before continuing.

Thanks to Chris’ prepping, the pain was bearable. Now you didn't even have a single shadow of a doubt left. Chris was indeed bigger than Minho.

Soon enough he managed to push the whole monstrous thing inside you.

“There you go baby” Chris said gently stroking your back. “That’s my good girl. Say when daddy can move okay, darling?” he laid a soft kiss to the crown of your back, his voice appeared to be somewhat strained. Your tightness was also hard to handle on his part.

“Ok” you huffed quietly.

You took a couple of seconds to get used to him but eventually the pain disappeared.

“You… can move”

Slowly Chris started to pull out only to push right back in when his tip was just barely hinging in.

“Oh- fuckfuckfuck” you panted.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So good for daddy” Chris said, pulling out once again.

He repeated the process until he felt you relax around him and the sharp breaths and sighs turned into moans and whines.

“Fuckk so… so fucking big” you said arching your back while Chirs’ big hands wrapped around your waist to pull you back on his cock everytime he was pushing in.

“Fuck your little cunt is so wet and tight for me baby”

“Hmmm daddy” you whined. “Please faster”

“Fuck so fucking naughty” he said as started to fuck you faster, deeper, dragging your precious nectar on his cock and making you moan louder.

“Fuck I won’t last long baby”

“Pleasepleaseplease daddy I'm almost there”

Chris circled your hip and brought two fingers to rub circles on your clit, you threw your head back, completely letting go of the last bit of sanity you had left. Chris felt you throbbing around his cock.

“Fuck daddy…I'm cumminggg”

“That's it cum for daddy” Chris said, his voice was strained as he felt you flutter around him, urging him to let got. Spurts of hot cum rushed into the condom as he hips became erratic, as continuously fucked into you until you were both satifed and out of breath.

You collapsed and he rolled next to you, taking the condom off and tying it before rushing to the bathroom and returning with a warm towel and handing it to you.

“Fuck that was… amazing” he told you with a bright smile that you knew.

“So you like being called daddy? Now I understand why you’re into kinky girls.” you said, raising an eyebrow, teasingly.

“Oh– Hm.. well. Yeah… sorry it was like in the heat of the moment” he scratched the side of his face before ruffling his brown curls.

“Oh don't worry about it. I liked it”

“We should like.. do that again sometimes… I mean if you're down”

It’s funny how he started all cocky and confident and now he was the one stumbling on his words and being flustered. You found that cute.

“Yeah we should”

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???” You heard Jisung’s loud voice coming from the hall. “WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR PRACTICE” He fumbled with the door handle. “WHY IS YOUR DOOR CLOSED?”

“Get the fuck out Jisung. I’m busy” Chris said and you giggled.

“Bro, I think he’s fucking someone in there” Jisung said, this time to someone else.

“OI, MATE WHO’S IN THERE WITH YOU?? IS IT Y/N??” Felix’ unmistakably low voice asked.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT“ Chris shouted.

“Fuck… I think you made him mad.” Felix said.

“Bro how the fuck is it me? You the one who insisted” You heard the two voices getting further.

“Don’t pay attention to them” Chris said and you both laughed and went back to bed, to get a well deserved couple of hours of sleep before a day full of college classes.

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#bro #bros #frat #fraternity #phi sigma delta

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730hook · 1 year ago

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Ok besties. Midnight thoughts.

If Hook was in a frat, what frat would he be in?

He gives off like Sigma Chi or FIJI vibes

What are our thoughts?

#hook #hook aew #aew hook #send hook #tyler senerchia #sigma chi #FIJI #frat #daddy hook #like genuine question #DOES HE NOT GIVE OFF SIG CHI VIBES #LIKE HELLO

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The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - ch 2

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: Mentions of: divorce, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption. References to sex and attraction. Summary: Dual attempts by you and Marcus to avoid drinking alone lead to you drinking together. Notes: The tension is building bit by bit! Please enjoy this chapter with a dose of “Tequila” by Dan + Shay ��

If things at work are relatively normal after having talked to Silvia yesterday, they have gone haywire at home. You had ended up spilling the whole story to your sister on the phone last night when she called to catch up and finished the night with too much alcohol and too little to eat all over again. And if that wasn't bad enough? It culminated in every dream you had last night starring Marcus in different ways. Because of that, tonight you decided to take yourself out after work. Being the last to leave the office, you had grabbed your sweater and headed down to your favourite restaurant with weekly live music to see if you could snag a table. Proper 21 is always busy but tonight it's packed, leaving you to happily accept the small high-top table in the bar area where you can watch the live band play and enjoy some indulgent food - and not drink an entire bottle of wine just because no one is there to stop you. It's craft cocktails and gourmet eats, or as you like to call it: self-care.

Marcus sighs as he bellies up to the bar, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosed with the top two buttons blessedly undone. He doesn't want to go home just yet, the prospect of a lonely weekend not appealing. The dreams he's had for the past two days have been vivid. Making him plunge into the past and even pull out the album that had been carefully stored away in a box in his closet. Last night had been too much scotch and too many memories to make his couch a safe retreat. The live music and generally ready to greet the weekend atmosphere of the bar was just what he needed. The bartender walks up, lifting his chin in greeting as Marcus slides his card across the wood top to start a tab. "What'll you have?" He asks as he snaps up the card to input into the system. "Uh...give me a Blanton's on the rocks with an orange twist." Marcus decides as he looks over the options available. "Thanks."

"Sure." The bartender nods and moves away, only to get pulled aside by a waitress a second later. She whispers in his ear and points out the table she's taking care of, and he nods - returning to Marcus a minute later with the ordered bourbon as well as a shot of Don Julio with a slice of lime wedged expertly onto the rim. He sets both down in front of Marcus and offers the man a smile. "Can I get you something to eat?"

Marcus's mouth goes dry, the scent of the tequila invading his senses and he's instantly transported back to his favorite memory of you. Wearing nothing but your panties and that t-shirt. That gorgeously faded Chi Omega t-shirt that he had insisted you keep. His socks, large on your feet and pulled up high as you tilt the bottle back and take a healthy swing of Don Julio, straddling his waist as the two of you lay back in his bed at the frat house. "I'm sorry." Marcus shakes his head and pushes the shot back towards the bartender an inch. "I didn't order this."

"Lady did." The bartender tells him, nodding behind him to where you are sitting - alone at a table for two with your own shot of tequila beside your cocktail. It's an olive branch - or maybe an agave branch, except agave plants don't technically have branches. Either way, it's an offering. One that you couldn't resist sending when you saw him walk into the bar.

Sighing, Marcus nods at the bartender. The first damn woman to buy him a drink in two years and it has to be tequila. He picks up the shot, ready to turn around and bring it over to the lady for her to enjoy, to explain that he didn't drink tequila but he stops short when he sees that it's you. Pausing for a moment, he swallows and gives himself a small nod before he continues on to your table. "Second time in three days." He hums as he sets the shot down on the table in front of yours.

"I think I'm supposed to say something about gin joints, but I have to admit I never really developed a taste for gin at all." It seemed like fate to you when you saw him walk in the door. Like the universe was trying to let the two of you be as mature as Silvia had been when she walked into your office yesterday morning. Maybe if you got a little closure, you wouldn't be constantly looking over your shoulder any time you went out around the city. Waiting for the other shoe to drop could be exhausting. "Do you...maybe want to sit? We could have dinner together if that's not too weird for you."

Marcus loses the ability to speak for just a moment before he nods, turning back to get his whiskey and his jacket to bring over to your table since it makes more sense to not be at the bar. It's only a few steps, a few moments away from your presence but he's quickly back at your table. He pulls out his chair and sits down. "I have a confession to make."

"Well shit, alright, let's get down to the nitty gritty." What else can you say? You're the one who invited him to join you, after all. "What is it?"

Marcus shoots you a grin, appreciating the way you could always cut through the bullshit. "I was going to turn down this drink. I don't drink tequila anymore."

"Neither do I." You can admit that freely, only pausing when the waitress brings over a menu for Marcus and drops off the order of Poke Nachos that you had gotten for an appetizer. Once she's gone again, you shrug a little. "It reminds me too much of you. Too many memories."

"Same." He admits it readily. "Every time I see you." His finger toys with the shot glass before he picks it up. "To seeing you for real." He offers as he holds it up to touch to yours.

"As weird and unexpected as it is." Tapping your glass to his, you both down your shots and reach for your lime slices as if drinking tequila were comparable to riding a bike. "Well shit," you laugh, shaking your head at the sour bite of citrus on the end of the stinging liquor. It's delicious, and better for the fact that he's actually there. "I really forgot how good tequila is, I guess."

"I didn't." He murmurs softly, plopping the lime down into the empty shot glass and swallows as he looks back down at his other drink. He's never forgotten how good it was, just like he's never forgotten how fucking gorgeous you are. Seemingly even more so now.

"I don't know why I said that." You really don't, and you shake your head at yourself a little before reaching for your cocktail. "I haven't forgotten anything. I just..." A sigh-groan hybrid escapes your lips and you avert your eyes, barely able to look at him at this point. He had been positively dreamy as a young man, but now that he was grown and matured? Somehow he's gotten even more attractive. "I was hoping to make you smile, I guess."

It's surprising that you want him to smile, but your confession makes it happen. Warming him that you still care. It's slow and subtle as he watches you squirm slightly. "That's easy for you to do, sweetheart." The endearment comes easily and now it's his turn to squirm as he realizes it's not entirely appropriate anymore.

Sweetheart. Between that and the tequila, you're nineteen years old all over again. "So..." Nudging the plate of nachos toward him a little, you pick one up and try to pretend like this isn't the most unexpected meal you've had in your entire life. "How have you been, Marcus?"

He snorts and shakes his head, leaning forward and plucking a chip up and looking over at you. "I'm the Director of the Art Crimes division for the FBI, so professionally, I'm doing great." He tells with a proud smile. "But I don't have Doctor in front of my name like you do."

"Well, I liked school a lot more than you did." Marcus had never been a bad student, but you definitely enjoyed academics whereas he had merely tolerated them. "Art Crimes, huh? I guess you didn't hate that Art History class you took with me, after all." Director of an entire division, wow – and yet, of course Marcus would have succeeded when he put his mind to it. He was, and apparently still is, an unstoppable force.

"It's interesting." He gives a small shrug, as if it's no big deal. "I always did like paying attention to the details."

"Director of an entire division? I'd say you're very good at the little details." You shiver a little despite yourself and hope he doesn't notice - Marcus's attention to detail was relevant to everything in his life. Especially the bedroom.

He flashes you a grin, shrugging his shoulders again and only allowing himself to preen slightly at your praise. "I have my moments." His voice dips down slightly, remembering the times he had been very detail oriented with you. It had made for some very vocal nights. Vocal enough that he had been encouraged to move out of the frat house so the others didn't have to hear you scream his name.

"Your family's good?" His parents were sweethearts, always supportive of their kids even if they didn't necessarily agree with their choices, and that had definitely included his decision to marry you. They hadn't tried to talk the two of you out of it but they had counseled a long engagement, ultimately deciding to just go along with things when you and Marcus were too blinded by young love to wait. It was encouraging when they had finally embraced you fully, and his mother had turned out to be a good friend while you were together.

Marcus sighs slightly, picking up his drink and taking a large sip before he answers your question. “Dad had a stroke about five years ago.” He tells you. “He’s – they live in a community where they can help mom with him.” He feels guilty that he doesn’t visit as often as he probably should, but D.C. was closer to Florida than Texas.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry to hear that." The immediate instinct to feel like an idiot for asking has to be tamped down. This is basic catch-up stuff. Questions that have to be asked. It's not like all of your news to great stuff, either. "Your brother and sister?"

“Good. Mandy got married about six years ago.” It had been a bittersweet event for him, but he had plastered a smile on his face to keep everyone from bringing up his own failed marriage. “Already have a niece and nephew. Twins.”

"Congratulations." The two of you are slowly eating your way through the nacho plate when the waitress comes back to take your dinner orders. Once dinner is decided on, you take another sip of your drink and continue on. "My sister got married, too. Three years ago. My nieces are two years and six months." If he had managed to escape the comments and snide looks at his own sister's wedding, you'll be envious. You had months and months of passive aggressive crap and shitty comments whispered behind your back to deal with.

“I bet your mother was in fine form.” Your mother hadn’t cared for Marcus, or you getting married, but she hadn’t liked the idea of you divorcing more.

"She actually tried to talk Leah out of having me as a bridesmaid," you snort, rolling your eyes at the memory. "So that I wouldn't jinx my baby sister's marriage. Obviously Leah told her to go to hell, but that was an ugly series of conversations."

He rolls his eyes and snorts. “Well, if it makes you feel better, my mother still asks if I’ve heard from you when we talk.” He huffs. “I think she prefers you over me sometimes.”

"Well shit, next time she asks, you can actually say yes." Annie Pike was - despite any reservations she may have had - an absolutely lovely woman and the best mother-in-law you could have asked for. "Actually, will you tell her I said hi? I still make her cheesecake recipe a couple of times a year and it..." It was bittersweet, reminding you of such good times and making your heart hurt at the same time. "It's always a big hit."

He groans at the thought of your cheesecake. He would never admit it to his mother, but yours was better. “I will.” He promises, shooting you a grin. “She will ask how you’ve been. Want to know all the details.” He taps the table. “So for her sake— are you seeing anyone?”

"Ah...no, actually. The last guy ran for the hills about...eight or nine months ago?" Straight for the big guns, that was typical of Marcus even if he claimed to be collecting tidbits for his mother. "Let's see...after we...well, you know what happened. I came to DC for grad school. Then Paris for a few years to get my doctorate from the Sorbonne, and now I've been at the Smithsonian for about six years."

“Wow.” He shakes his head, surprised he hadn’t learned you were here. It had taken a lot of willpower to keep from misusing government resources to see what you were up to. “That’s amazing. I know you always wanted to study in France.”

"Yeah, it was—" Stunning. It was an absolutely beautiful experience that came with a freedom you had never felt before and gave you more confidence than you had ever known you were missing. And yet? Every single day, there was always something that reminded you of him. "It was pretty extraordinary. Y-you would love it there."

Marcus’s smile is bittersweet. “I was in Paris five months ago.” He admits. “A symposium for art crimes hosted by the Louvre.” It had been stunning and it had taken a lot of effort on his part not to think about you. He had chosen to focus on his failed relationship with Teresa. It was almost easier.

"So then you know." The number of times you had wandered the crowded galleries of the Louvre wishing he was beside you was too vast to count, but that was years ago. You had tried to convince yourself that you had moved on from all that. Apparently, you are an even bigger liar than you thought you were, but you keep the smile plastered on your face. "What else will Annie want to know?"

He chuckles and reaches for another nacho. “I don’t know, you tell me.” He doesn’t mention kids, knowing that if you didn’t have a boyfriend, it was unlikely you had changed your stance on kids.

"Let's see." Humming to yourself like you're pondering the secrets of the universe just hoping that he'll laugh at your overly serious expression, you're rewarded with a cracked grin and another soft chuckle. "I'm a much better cook than I used to be, she'll be glad about that. And from time to time I lecture at George Washington University." Your life is your work, and you did that fully intentionally. There's no use updating him on the random seasonal illnesses or the fact that you still wish you could have a dog. And there's really no point in talking about the change in how you look at relationships these days. Things are a lot different on the other side of thirty.

“It sounds like you have everything you want.” Marcus is proud that you’ve accomplished what you wanted. You have the life you imagined. The one that didn’t have a place for him in it. “She will be proud of you.” He hums, finishing his drink and when the server comes back over, he orders another.

Following his lead, you order another cocktail as well, and swallow a uniquely remorseful sigh. "I'm sorry about Silvia," you tell him honestly, wishing that second Aperol Spritz was already in your hands. "She told me what she decided to do."

Marcus shrugs, there was nothing he could do about it. “It’s fine.” He cracks a sardonic smile. “Just another page in the woe begotten tale I call my love life.” He jokes.

"I'm sorry." It's repetitious, but at least it's honest. Marcus only used to use that tone when he was particularly hurt about something and didn't want to show it. "If it makes you feel any better, my love life is in shambles, too. But for me I guess it's karma."

“No.” He shakes his head and wishes he had his drink in his hand. “You don’t have anything for karma to come back on you. Unless you were a bitch to the last guy? But I can’t see that happening.”

It shouldn't surprise you that he's still so nice even after you pretty much ripped his chest open with a divorce-papers-induced paper cut, but still you have to wonder at it a little. There's no one in the world like Marcus Pike - and no one knows that better than you. Since you're the asshole that let him go. "The last guy was military. Couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I wasn't willing to follow him base to base."

He snorts, his smile slightly brittle. “You’ve never been one to follow.” He reminds you, the arguments about ‘where to go from here’ seem like they were yesterday as the rose-colored glasses gave way to post graduate reality. It hadn’t mattered that Marcus had put his own dreams on hold for a year to get a job while you finished college, there wasn’t room for compromise on your future.

"Yeah." You huff, nearly snatching up your drink when the waitress comes over and sets it down along with your dinner and Marcus's refill and food. "Look where it's gotten me," you add, the hint of cynicism distinct in your voice.

“Thank you.” Marcus thanks the woman and turns back to you. “Yeah. Because being a director at the Smithsonian is nothing.” It’s slightly ironic that he’s arguing for your decisions, but he had always focused on the good. Maybe that was why things never worked out for him, but he can’t help who he is.

"It's about as nothing as being a director at the FBI." But the real nothing about it is that you go home alone every night to your apartment wishing that you didn't have a horrific habit of pushing away everyone who tried to get close to you. "I—I'm sorry. We can talk about something else. I'm sure you didn't plan on having dinner out tonight so that you could listen to your ex-wife wax philosophical."

Marcus snorts and picks up his glass. “To be honest, I was avoiding going home like the plague. It’s why I was here.”

"At least we match in something," you try for the joke, realizing secondarily that you also match in job titles. Director Pike and Director Pike. It's silly and it makes you chuckle under your breath.

He’s always liked your laugh, reminding him of the times he would hear it. Your leg wrapped around his hip, fingers brushing that sensitive spot just under your right breast. His cock twitches and he reminds himself that all of that ended years ago. He takes a bite of his dinner to ground himself, looking up at you again. “Hopefully Silvia didn’t scar you too much with her girl talk now that you know it was me she was seeing.”

“No.” The smiles come a bit easier as the two of you dig into your dinners. Some of the awkwardness has begun to dissipate and you’re left with a feeling of nostalgia and warmth in your chest. And a little bit between your legs, too. Because Silvia hadn’t held back on details. “You got rave reviews, by the way,” you tell him with a smirk. What you hadn’t told Silvia since the revelation of her beau’s identity was that most of those things that she loved were things you were around for the origin of. Most of…there were a couple of things mentioned that now have you intrigued.

Marcus flushes, feeling the heat creep up his cheeks and tries to tell himself that if his girlfriend - former girlfriend - had to gossip about how he performs in bed to his ex-wife, he can only be grateful that it was bragging. “I’m sure it was not as intriguing when you found out it was someone you’ve taught.” He huffs, still rolling his eyes at the irony.

“Technically I’ve taught both of you.” It makes you chuckle again, the breathy sound swallowed up by a grin when you glance up and see how red his cheeks are. Marcus could never really pull off a poker face when he was embarrassed - blushing gave him away. Twelve years later and it’s still cute as hell. “I mean, she was academic lectures in a classroom, but still.” You shrug as if it’s nothing, but can’t resist adding: “Besides, she definitely mentioned a couple of things that you must have picked up after me.”

Marcus bites his lip, the only thing preventing him from offering to show you those things. The two of you had always been very sexually compatible and he had never had a moment where he was uncomfortable in bed with you, even during the inevitable embarrassing moments that can happen. The two of you had just giggled like only those completely in love can and moved on. “Yeah, well….”

“Hey, no, I’m glad you’ve had good things in your life and made good memories.” It would be hypocritical and dumb to be jealous about. After all - you were the one who ended things. There’s no reason for the small pangs of jealousy in your gut right now. They’re there, even though they shouldn’t be. But thinking that all those years could have been filled with you and him makes you ache even more now that he’s right in front of you. “You deserve to be happy. Th-that’s half of why I did what I did.”

Marcus’s jaw clenches slightly, and he looked down at his plate. There’s a sarcastic retort on his tongue that, while you might deserve it, it would ruin the friendly atmosphere. Instead, he exhales slowly and flashes you a grin. “You know me, always happy.”

“Right.” Having dug your own hole, you can’t be upset that you no longer have the privilege of seeing into Marcus’s second layer of emotions. You gave up the right to being his confidante when you gave him back your rings. You did it to yourself. “They probably still tell stories of the Sunshine Frat Boy of Kappa Sigma.”

“Yeah.” He lets out an amused chuckle. “What other couple went into their divorce together?” He asks as he cuts another bite of his steak. “Or go home together for one last night before leaving?” There hadn’t been sex that last night, he couldn’t do it, but there had been a lot of hugs and reassurances. The false promises of staying friends, keeping in touch. Things that both of you had needed at that time.

“If I tell you something, can I ask you to be honest in how you reply and not just polite?” He had almost been honest with you, but you don’t know if you might have lost that privilege as well. Either way, you’re feeling the need to be extremely honest with him right now and you don’t exactly know how it’s going to go.

“Okay….” He’s slightly wary of this, but if you ask for honesty, he’s going to give it to you. Marcus isn’t deceptive by nature for the most part, but sometimes he doesn’t say what he’s thinking. Apparently that had been one of the issues you had with him towards the end. “Go for it.”

“I—” Pinching your eyes shut for just a moment, you look back up at the broad shouldered, gentle giant of a man that Marcus has grown into and sigh, nearly laugh at yourself for finally admitting it. Words you’ve never even said to your therapist, let alone to yourself or a friend. “I’ve really missed you. That’s all. I just want you to know that.”

He almost laughs, but he catches himself. Because your eyes are earnest and you would think he was laughing at you, instead of laughing because he’s felt the exact same damn way since the day you packed up your car and drove away. The morning after the papers were filed, the morning after you were no longer his wife. “I’ve missed you too.” He admits huskily. “I’ve had to— I’ve thought about looking you up several times, but I couldn’t do it.”

“Same.” It’s a goddamn relief to get off your chest, and hearing that he isn’t angry anymore is like a gift you don’t deserve, but it’s clear in his voice. “I figured you’d be remarried with a couple of kids by now and I didn’t want to interrupt your life.”

Marcus huffs and shakes his head. “Haven’t been too lucky. Was engaged about a year ago.” He confesses, thinking about the entire debacle with Teresa. Part of him – and his therapist – thinks it’s because he saw a lot of your spirit in her. “For a week and a half?” He nods. “Yeah.”

“A week and a half?” Your eyes open wide in surprise and you sink a little, feeling like you’re exactly what your mother always said – a jinx. “Fuck. I—I’m so sorry, Marc.”

"Not your fault." He shrugs, reaching for his whiskey glass. "I jumped in too far too fast like usual and ignored the neon light red flag that was being waved." He huffs to himself about everything he had talked over with his therapist. "She chose the guy she needed to be with and I came to D.C. Well, technically I was already here when I got the message."

“Any woman who lets you get away is an idiot.” You huff, sighing slightly. Full disclosure – complete honesty – was something you believed in wholeheartedly and always had. Marcus’s tendency to just leave out details so as not to upset people had been one of the only things that really bothered you in your marriage. Aside from the larger problem of realizing that you were far too young to settle down and give up your career dreams to start having kids. So tell the truth is exactly what you’re going to do now. If it’s the last chance you ever get to be honest with him, you want it to count. “Trust me, I’m the biggest idiot of all of them.”

"You were just doing what you thought you needed to." It's a defense he's used a thousand times to his family, to the friends that you had together when they found out that you had left him. Even as hurt and upset as he had been, he hadn't let anyone talk bad about you. Not around him. "As long as you're happy, that's what is important."

“You’re a good man.” He always had been, of course. Even as young as you were. But that doesn’t stop your heart from hurting knowing that you are your own worst enemy. You’re the reason you lost him, plain and simple. No one else to blame. “You always have been. I just hope you’re happy, that’s all. You deserve it.”

He snorts slightly. “Apparently not good enough.” He replies flippantly before he can stop himself. There’s a three second pause where he’s completely silent before he speaks again. “Sorry…. you don’t deserve that.” He offers, lifting his napkin out of his lap and wiping his mouth and setting it on the table. “I’m going to the bathroom before I manage to shove the rest of my foot in my mouth.” An embarrassed flush is on his cheeks as he stands up.

“I absolutely deserved that.” The correction is gentle, but you shrug when he stands up. There is nothing you deserve more than to be put in your place by the man you walked out on. “If you want to leave, I understand. You don’t have to excuse yourself politely and then slip out.”

“I’m not—” Marcus shakes his head, unable to put into words his feelings and simply turns and walks towards the bathrooms. His suit jacket is still on the back of his chair.

You sigh when he walks away, looking down at your plate and force yourself to eat. Looks like it’s going to be another bottle of wine alone with your feelings tonight and you should eat something before that happens.

In the bathroom, Marcus splashes water on his face, staring at the reflection in the mirror critically. “Fucking cut it out.” He hisses to himself. “She’s being polite.” The truth is, it hurt to see that while you had your career, that was it. That your job could satisfactorily replace the amazing relationship that he thought the two of you had back then. Shaking it off, he strides back out and sits back down quietly. “Sorry, I’m back.” He murmurs.

“I’m sorry I got sentimental.” It’s half-assed, and you hate yourself for it, but seeing him again has made you feel things you never thought possible. That you never let yourself think were possible.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about." Marcus ignores his whiskey and reaches for the wine glass filled with water. "I – it's issues with me."

“Who says people don’t get more fun after thirty?” It’s a horrible joke, but it’s all you’ve got right now if you’re going to do anything but still your guts to him at this table. It’s like you lost your filter somewhere along the way.

"Yeah." It's horrible, but he can't help but crack an ironic smile. "Heartburn, creaking joints, hangovers and the sinking realization that you will die alone." He takes a large gulp of his water. "Just a barrel of laughs."

“You’ll find someone.” He will, because it’s Marcus and he’s amazing. He’s sweet and handsome and genuinely a good man, and apparently really fantastic at his job If they went and made him director of a whole department. You, though? It’s relationship purgatory for you. Because you’ll never find anyone as good as Marcus Pike ever again and there’s no way he’ll ever take you back. So maybe it’s about time to get some plants and call it a day.

Marcus sighs and shakes his head. "I found someone." He knows he should shut the fuck up. You don't want to hear about his relationship woes, he needs to talk about this with his therapist. His sliver of rationale is that you opened this door when you admitted that you missed him. "I found her when I was fucking nineteen and I fucked it up and lost her." He looks up from his water to look into your eyes, his own shimmering with emotion.

“Well shit.” That takes the wind out of your sails in a way that nothing else really can and if you didn’t have a personal rule against crying in public you would probably be in instant tears. As it is, you kind of feel like you’re shaking a little, but you’re going to blame that on the chill in the air tonight even though you’re nowhere near the door of the restaurant. “I—d” Breathe, goddamit. “You didn’t fuck it up, Marc. I did.”

"No." Marcus shakes his head. "I must have fucked up. I must have made you feel like it had to be me or your dreams. Somehow. Because all I knew was that I was dreaming about our future together and you were dreaming of yours and it didn't include me." His voice cracks slightly and he swallows down the urge to ask you what he did. It's probably what he always does, move too fast – take over and make plans.

It’s a gut punch, and you absolutely more than deserve it. But that doesn’t stop you from wishing you could evaporate into thin air right here in the bar. “I didn’t—we were so young,” you murmur, eyes dropping to the table when you can’t even look him in the eye. “I heard you saying all these things you wanted and I just…I didn’t even know what I wanted. It was like I hit panic mode when you started talking about kids and I didn’t think I could have both.” As an adult in therapy, you’ve worked through a lot of your hang ups and misconceptions from growing up. Realized that you were wrong. That you hurt him and yourself because you didn’t have the emotional maturity to all the hard questions and only jumped ahead to incorrect conclusions. “You were dreaming, but I heard plans. And I just— I should have talked to you. So when I say it’s not your fault, I mean it.”

“I lied to you.” Marcus admits softly. “When you left—I told you I had plans to hang out with my frat brothers and shoot some pool.” He huffs slightly and picks up his drink. “I crawled inside a bottle of Don Julio for three days and had to delete your number so I didn’t call you to beg you to come back.”

“I pulled over on the drive to DC to cry so many times that I arrived in commuter traffic.” Your own voice is as quiet as his, since he knows exactly what that drive should have been. Three hours from the apartment you had shared outside the UPENN campus turned into more than seven on the road because you just couldn’t see two feet in front of you through the sheets of tears.

Marcus sighs and shakes his head, wondering why the hell you had even left if it had been so hard for both of you. "We make perfect sense." He jokes, wanting to make smile.

“At the risk of being incredibly cliched, do you want to get out of here?” You’ve finished your meals and most of your second drinks, and it’s obvious that this conversation is a lot more personal than just two people catching up after years apart. “I live pretty close, and…” Shrugging, you hope you can make it sound friendly instead of like you’re trying to get him alone. You’re hopeful, not delusional. “I have cheesecake in the fridge.”

"You know how I feel about cheesecake." He offers as he nods, reaching for his glass to drain the last swallow of Blanton's from it and set it down. "Let me pay, since you're providing dessert?" It might be old fashioned, but he wants to buy you dinner.

“Yes, but!” The smile on your face is small but glowing, feeling that forbidden hope somewhere in your chest that you know you don’t deserve but you can’t ever seem to banish. “If we survive tonight without deciding never to speak again, you have to let me pay for whatever we do next time. Deal?”

"If you insist." He can't help but grin as he pulls out his wallet so he can pay for the meal the two of you had managed to muddle through.

Outside on the street you stuff your hands in your sweater pockets and actually let yourself smile. “Did you drive? I can give you my address for your gps or you can follow me back. Whatever you prefer.”

"I—" Marcus rubs the back of his neck and looks around. "I took a cab." He admits with a grin. "I had planned on needing an Uber to get home if I'm honest."

“Ah.” He was planning on doing his heavy drinking out, while you had planned on doing yours at home. “In that case?” You nod to your left and turn in that direction. “My car is parked a block away.”

He gives you a small smirk and a half shoulder shrug. "I really didn't want to go home." He reminds you as he walks alongside you towards your car. It's gotten dark out, the streetlamps making it a pleasant walk along the sidewalks.

“I get it.” He’ll see the empty wine bottles in your recycling when you get back to the apartment so there’s no sense being coy about it. “What do you drown yourself in these days? Since it’s not Don Julio anymore?”

“Whiskey, red wine. Hell even champagne is fine, scotch on the rocks.” Marcus shoves his hands in his pockets. “I— fuck, I wrote a song about it.” He confesses.

“You did not?” Your head pops up from digging through your purse for your keys in surprise. “I—I didn’t know you were still with your band.” Those cheaply recorded CDs are still in the bottom of your Marcus Memory Box, neglected but not forgotten. He was an amazing musician, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t contemplated popping up at a show several times over the years.

“Not anymore.” He doesn’t have time anymore, although he misses it. The song had been written on a whim, during one of those moments here he needed to get his feelings out and when he showed one of his frat brothers who had loved it enough to pass it along. The fact that it had become an actual track on an album was still surreal to him.

“That’s a shame. I know I’m biased, but I always thought you were great.” Coming up with your keys, you unlock the city-appropriate-sized forest green Mini Cooper a few feet ahead of you as you and Marcus walk side by side. “It’s a short drive. Only about fifteen minutes from here.”

“That’s convenient.” He walks around the car and opens the driver’s side door for you. Something that his father had taught him to do no matter who was driving or who the lady was to you. Old school manners that he enjoyed.

“Still a gentleman.” Not that you ever doubted it. Some things never changed – and this is just basic to who Marcus is as a person. You thank him and tuck into your little car, only having to wait a few seconds before he gets in beside you and you’re pulling into nighttime traffic with ease.

Marcus looks around your car, smiling at the necklace that is around the rear-view mirror. It had driven him crazy when you would do that because it would invite someone to break into your car, but you always insisted it was because you had forgotten to take it off.

“At least there’s no bumper stickers on this one,” you defend, smirking slightly when you see Marcus eyeing your necklace and trying not to laugh. He was a stickler for safety – and always insisted that the stickers gave away too much information about a car’s owner to potential criminals. He had given you so much grief about the huge amount of bumper stickers on the rear of your first car that you never put them on your second. And by the time you got your third - this one - you’d realized he was right. They really can give too much away unintentionally.

“Small steps then.” Marcus laughs and looks around the neighborhood, noticing that you aren’t too far away from his own. Only about twenty-five minutes away. “It’s an easy target.”

“Good thing my building has impeccable security, then.” Pointing it out before you turn into the side street, you immediately head into the underground parking for your building and punch in your unique renter code. There are a fair few government employees in this building, and you pay a decent premium for the extra security, but it’s worth it to feel safe.

“That’s good.” Marcus heartily approves of you making sure that you are safe. He had honestly worried about it when you two divorced but had realized it wasn’t his concern anymore. It hadn’t stopped him from putting pepper spray in your bag before you left. It hadn’t stopped him from worrying. From wanting to take care of you.

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Y/N and Suguru were damn near polar opposites of each other. Y/N, a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and gave and gave until she couldn't anymore. Suguru, a cocky dickhead who was spoon-fed opportunities and was given everything he ever wanted. how could the two ever make anything work?

Warnings - 18+ MDNI!! enemies to lovers! hockey player!geto, ice skater!reader, tatted!geto, pierced!geto, he gets bitched, getos a whiny little boy, smut, rough sex, sappy sex, daddy kink, breeding kink towards the end, some spit, sex in a public place, at some point Satoru walks in, Y/N kinda cries a lot (self-projection is real). i think theres more? lmk if i missed anything! w.c - 18.5k, not proof read. Song - Guilty By: TAEMIN

PSA - please do not compare this to Icebreaker. ik because of ice skating and the release of this book it’s the first thing you think of but, number one, that book sucks. number two, the book is supposed to have elements and revolve around muslim culture, the author obviously did not do enough research on what it is to be muslim and i hate it. number three, i actually spent time researching and even had someone help me make sure this was the best i can possibly make it, i’d like if my work was appreciated for being my work instead of it being appreciated because it reminds you of smt else. thank you!

all in all, DO NOT COMPARE THIS TO ICEBREAKER.

very special shout out to @r0ses4ndlilies for helping me use the proper ice skating terms!!!

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to say Suguru Geto was meant to be something - someone - important was as if to say the sun was meant to shine. obvious.

from a young age Suguru knew he was special, gifted in academics and sports, the only person to rival him - his own best friend, Satoru. the boys were their hometowns' prized possessions. their families bragged about them, boys wanted to be them, girls fawned after them. being in their presence meant there was never a dry day but as they grew older, they grew more focused. straying away from others to pursue their dream careers. the dream was finally reached in their college years, being accepted into the prestigious university, Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College. as soon as they graduated high school they were offered full rides to the school, as long as they played on the hockey team.

they took the offer without hesitation, going to one of the highest ranked schools and getting to play the sport of their dreams? easy yes. that was almost four years ago, the boys are in their last year of college, still playing for the hockey team, almost ready to graduate. the team was the best it had been in years, only three losses since Suguru and Satoru joined the team. not only were they the best on the team but the most popular in their frat as well - Sigma Beta Chi, courtesy of Satoru dragging Sugura to join along with him.

then there was you.

to say you had busted your ass to get where you were today would be an understatement. you poured your blood sweat and tears to get to the spot you’re in, captain of the TMTC ice skating team. as a child you’d always dreamed of becoming a figure skater. a video you had seen sparked your interest and since then you’d never let it go. it was hard, growing up your grandfather had tried his best to support you, going out of his way to pay for your skating lessons and even putting you into an after school program. he never told you of his financial struggles, he didn’t want you to give up on your dream but when you found out, you vowed to pay him back any way you could. you made sure your grades in school couldn’t be challenged, you took on many temp jobs, making money any way you could, while balancing the energy-draining skate practices you went to at night.

in your third year both upper and lower-classmen voted you as captain for the school's team and you were over the moon. you immediately called your grandfather to tell him the great news and he was just as happy as you, forever and always your number one supporter. since you became captain you’ve pushed yourself to and over your limit, challenging yourself in any way possible to make sure you were always at your best. many late nights were spent at the rink until your legs hurt so much you weren’t sure you’d be able to walk back to your dorm. you made sure the team was as best as they possibly could be, some members thought you were a bit harsh but never challenged you. after all, you had won them gold three times in a row for the first time in years.

the only conflict you had ever had in your four years of being a student at TMTC was with the hockey team. ironic seeing as your sports were the most similar of any other sport on campus but the rumor of all hockey players seemed true, they were dicks. especially the co-captains Suguru and Satoru. they didn’t seem to take your sport seriously, always taunting you whenever they’d see you. snide comments about your figure when they’d see you at practice or remarks about the uniforms you and the team wore. you wouldn’t go as far as to say you hate them (that’s just not you) but you weren’t particularly fond of them. they constantly got on your nerves, their deep boisterous laughs making your eye twitch whenever you heard them.

they ground your gears so much you just tried your best to avoid them. it wasn’t that hard seeing as you all lived on opposite sides of campus and in the two classes you had with Suguru, you sat closest to the wall while he sat dead center with his loud friends. Suguru was smart, extraordinarily so, which is exactly why you didn’t understand why he was such an asshole. you truly believed you two could be great friends but he was so rude it turned you away almost immediately. you never understood why he was so mean to you. the first time you had met you were all smiles and kind waves, you went to introduce yourself to him and he shot you down.

the coaches of both teams had called a meeting for all new team members. it was a run down of the rules and regulations, anti-harassment, anti-bullying, non-discrimination. so much that has done for you. after the meeting was over the coaches gave you the choices of either leaving or the opportunity to mingle. you took the chance to mingle, forever a social butterfly, going up to many different people. some of the girls from your team were a little hostile but open to talking, the hockey boys well… if they didn’t try to hit on you they mostly seemed uninterested in the conversation. making your rounds you finally ended up in front of Suguru and Satoru. Satoru had looked you up and down before walking away, hadn’t even given you the time. holding your hand out for Suguru to shake, you smiled at him.

“hi, i’m Y/N.” he stared at you before mumbling under his breath. you thought he was going to say something to you but Satoru had called after him, saying something about pizza. Suguru placed the cup he was drinking out of in your hand and walked over to his best friend. “o-oh…” he looked back at you, your face stuck with your mouth open and eyes wide, shocked. a couple of times after you tried to approach him, trying your best to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he’s not so mean. time and time again he proved you wrong. you would bring in gifts for the team, snacks for practice, water, anything they’d need. everyone was always so grateful, Satoru had even said thank you maybe a handful of times. Suguru had never even muttered anything.

you kept trying, ever the people pleaser, finding different ways to appease him, if you noticed he seemed to enjoy something more than another you would bring it in more. you would try to catch up to him after practice, spark up a conversation, he never seemed to care enough. you couldn’t understand why you were so obsessed with making him like you. maybe it was because growing up you always made sure everyone liked you, never leaving the house with a hair out place, always bending over backwards to make sure everyone was at least content with you. maybe it was because you couldn’t function if you felt like there was any sort of scrutiny upon your character. maybe you were so obsessed with making him like you because you had a little crush- no, no way. you kept up, trying so hard to get on his good side. it took up until one night, one night and the fixation fell. you were walking out after a long day of practice, he was in front of you, looking down on his phone.

“hey!” you yelled after him, starting in a little jog to catch up to him. he stopped for a second as you stepped next to him. “hi.” you were panting a little bit, breaths coming out in clouds due to the cold air. the snow that was falling landed in your eyelashes, you were smiling at him, so bright and wide, you looked so cute. cuter than anyone Suguru has seen before. “um, i saw a spin you did back there when you were practicing. i was wondering if maybe you could show it to me. i’ve seen some other skaters on your team do it before too, it’s really cool and i was hoping i could take it back to my team and show them.” you looked up at him, hopeful.

“yeah, no.”

“oh. please? i’d really appreciate it.” you flashed him with that bright smile of yours. he was tempted to say yes, so tempted. if he did teach you maybe he could make you smile more. smile at him.

“i said no.” you pouted, he was walking away before he turned back around to face you. your face lit back up, eyes sparkling, maybe he changed his mind? “and leave me alone, i notice the weird shit you do to get my attention. it’s annoying, stop.” your face dropped. he turned his back towards you again. after that day you did exactly what he said, left him alone. from that day on you’d begun avoiding him.

you’d done a great job at it too, for years you stayed out his way… until today.

it was another late night at the rink. wednesdays the rinks were always empty for mandatory deep cleaning, the captains would usually ask the manager of the building if they could borrow it on these nights to practice by themselves. there was a deal that the captains of the separate teams could have the rink every-other wednesday, tonight was your night. you were on your way into the rink, texting your friend Bri, she was telling you about how Satoru was staring at her from across the lecture hall. she was obsessed, it was odd seeing as you told her how much he got on your nerves and how he teased you in public. she didn’t seem to care too much.

as you were heading to the locker room you heard clinking coming from the ice, you had assumed it was the cleaning crew, they’d usually be finishing up right about now. lacing up your skates you finally put your phone down, over Bri’s delusions, you were too afraid to cut her off as a friend, scared of the potential consequences. walking to the rink, your guards scuffing against the floor as you dragged your feet, already feeling the pain in your legs. you were just about to sit down and take your guards off before you saw him. the infamous number two on his jersey moving against his body as he moved the hockey puck around with his customized stick.

“hey!” you yelled out through the windows separating the bleachers and the rink. “what are you doing?” he stopped just as he was about to hit the puck into the makeshift goal he mapped out in the corner. turning around to look at you with low eyes.

“what does it look like i’m doing?” he answered back, snarkily.

“it looks like you’re taking up my time.” you were annoyed, he knows this is your time, you’d even specified yesterday. talking just loudly enough for the hockey team to hear from across the rink, you knew they were listening in, they always do.

“your time?” he scoffed.

“yeah, my time.” you rolled your eyes. “listen, i don’t know how long you’ve been here but it’s long enough. i really don’t want to be mean or make this bigger than it is but i really need to practice. i’d really appreciate it if you left.” you gave him the kindest smile you could then sat down to take the guards off your skates.

“alright, princess, i was here first. that means i get the rink.” his arms were out at his side, gesturing to the rink. you shot back up quickly.

“no!” you exclaimed. “this is my night. you being here first doesn’t mean anything. and i told you to stop calling me that.” princess. the stupid nickname he had given you two years ago. you were leaving the rink after a meeting between the two teams, him and Satoru trailing behind laughing and giggling to each other. he’d tried calling after you, yelling your name a couple of times, you had ignored him, not wanting to deal with their antics. he yelled after you once more before the godforsaken nick-name fell from his lips. you stopped immediately, turning on your heels before telling him to not call you that. after that he made it a point to call you it whenever he could.

“first come first serve, princess.” your eye twitched.

“Geto-”

“what’s up with the formalities? can’t call me by my name?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“can you just leave?”

“i already told you-”

“i know what you told me and i’m telling you, it’s my night here and i’d like to practice now.” your tone was stern.

“no.” he stated simply. you guffawed.

“no?”

“no.” you took a deep breath before turning away.

“y’know what, nevermind.” beginning to walk away you heard the sound of his skates against the ice.

“you giving up that easily princess!?” he yelled after you. you turned back around to find him at the door of the rink, coming towards you.

“can you just not? i’m not in the mood for this today.” turning back around and trudging to the locker room. he caught up to you quickly - the advantage of having long legs - grabbing your arm. you pulled away immediately, walking away faster. at that he put out his stick, knocking it against the blade of your right skate, harder than he intended. you hit the ground before you could try to catch yourself. your knees took the brunt of the fall as well as your palms. turning over to sit down you felt a sharp pain in your ankle. as you lifted to assess it you heard a snap, yout foot fell ungracefully. looking down, a piece of the blade of your skate lay next to your shoe.

“shit.” Suguru muttered under his breath. “i- i’m sorry.” you wouldn’t look up at him, staring at your broken skate. he heard your shuddering breath before he saw a tear fall and soak into your stockings. “um- here, let me-”

“asshole.” he reached to help you up but you pulled away. unlacing your other skate and ripping it off, you shot up, grabbing your skates along with the broken blade, stumbling before quickly limping away. “you’re such a fucking asshole.” sniffling and wiping your face, you headed to the locker room. he followed after. “just go away.”

“stop being such a bitch and let me help you.” you stopped and whipped around to face him.

“i’m being bitch?” you questioned exasperatedly. “you broke my fucking skate and i’m being a bitch?!” he had never heard you speak so crudely. you’ve called him an asshole on multiple occasions, him and Satoru but he’d never heard you say fuck. it’s like you refused. “look at what you did! you’ve been torturing me since junior year and i’m the fucking bitch! do you know how much these cost?! how much new ones will cost?!” you were damn near hyperventilating, pacing back and forth.

“i’ll get you a new pair.” you scoffed and put your hands on your hips, facing the wall, the shoes in each one of your hands.

“you'll get me a new pair. you’ll get me a new pair?! do you even know where these came from?!” you were in distress, overwhelmed, Suguru seemed to have that effect on you. “you can’t just get me a new pair, Geto. i can’t believe you.” your voice broke. “i- i always knew you were a dick but i really didn’t you’d go so far to break my skates.”

“it’s really not that big of a deal.” he rolled his eyes.

“not a big deal?” you finally turned to face him, the look on your face did something to him, it actually made him feel… bad. “they were from my grandfather, he made them for me in junior year and the guy who made them closed shop the next year. you can’t get another pair.” shit. shit. he fucked up, bad. he was in too deep now, if he owned up to it now then that would means he’s wrong and Suguru Geto he never been wrong. well, not if you ever asked him.

“this wouldn’t have happened if you had just left.”

“it’s my night Geto, you knew that!”

“yeah well i needed the practice.”

“what the fuck did you think i needed?”

“come on, we both know which one of us is more important here.” you were pissing him off, he was deflecting.

“you can’t be serious.”

“i am. nobody takes you fucking serious, nobody cares about watching you parade around on the rink in your small little fucking skirts.” you looked up to the ceiling and nodded your head.

“right.” you turned away from him. “you’re right.” you walked away, he heard you go into the locker room and he went back to the ice. eventually he heard the front doors open and close.

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for the next three weeks he had not seen you come into your wednesday practices. he purposely came to the ones he knew you would be at but you had never showed up. he would wait until closing time, staying until the custodial staff would kick him out, you never appeared. he noticed you were in and out of your classes as well. you had the same classes together everyday, civics and economics, some days you would be there but have your head down and constantly checked your phone. other days you weren’t there at all. he had asked your professors if he could have your papers, to make sure you were getting them but each of them had replied that you didn’t need them, you were all caught up.

you didn’t come to your teams practices either, luckily you had always taught them the drills you came up with way beforehand. if Suguru had ever cared to look deeper into who you are (which he’d never admit that he did) he would maybe, possibly, just maybe own up to the fact that he might admire the way you carried yourself. you’re a great captain, an amazing skater, and an even better student. you’re just up there with him and Satoru. he’ll never tell you that though. he oftentimes wondered what you thought about him. did you think he was smart? a good skater? do you think he’s attractive? he wants to know if you think of him the way he thinks of you. he’ll never ask.

eventually you came back. two more weeks of not being there, then, he saw you again. you were in class, back at practice, running drills and laughing with your friends. but he noticed something different, you were more reserved, if you weren’t with your friends you weren’t with anyone at all. your smile didn’t reach your eyes like it usually did. after practice you left immediately, not waiting for everyone to leave like you usually did. you were out of the door before anybody could say bye. you weren’t you. Suguru looked after you, even if you weren’t aware, he did. he made sure when him and Satoru picked on you they never went too far. when he heard other guys on the team talk about you, he shut it down almost immediately. Suguru cared, he’d never outright show it or tell you but he did.

even now that you’re back you still weren’t coming to your wednesday practices. at some point he stopped going for “practice” and would wait for you to walk through the doors. you never did. he got around to asking one of your teammates, Yari, where you had been. she told him you found a new rink, a better one. apparently you knew the manager well and he would give you the space for two nights a week. she had said you lucked out, the rink was spacious and had more to offer. Suguru thanked Yari by finger-fucking her in the back office. she walked out dazed with a blissed out smile on her face while he sat… disgusted. he didn’t even like her. he didn’t like a lot of the girls he slept with, he just did. building up a reputation of one of the best fucks on campus, besides Satoru of course.

he’s always wanted one girl. he’s always wanted you but you’ve never paid him any mind. around campus he’s heard about you, the boyfriend you had in junior year, how much he hurt you and how you swore off relationships after. choosing to focus on school like you had promised yourself you would once entering the university. Suguru had a girlfriend, plenty of them. they never lasted, he couldn’t stay tied down to one girl. eyes always wandering. he broke up with them before it got too serious. he liked them enough to get with them just… not enough to stay.

walking into class you were heading to, looking at your phone checking your grandfather's location to make sure he was home like you told him to be. stopping in your tracks when you came across big black combat boots. looking up he had an all black outfit to match, like usual. his hair was down in a low bun, some strands framing his face. rolling your eyes and breathing out a sigh as you looked at him.

“what do you want?” sitting up in his - your - seat he sat down his pencil on the desk.

“you weren’t here.” he shrugged.

“so you took my seat?” he could see the annoyance bleeding onto your face.

“it’s not like you were here to stop me.” you just looked at him like he was stupid.

“fine.” moving away and three rows behind him, you plopped down into a random desk. he grabbed all his stuff and took up the desk next to you. you looked at him before looking away and to the window. your leg started bouncing up and down. “you just don’t give up do you?”

“give up what?”

“what do you want, Geto?” you turned towards him. “what do you want? you want me to cry again? you want me to grovel?”

“no. i just-”

“then what?”

“i was gonna say sorry but never-fucking-mind.”

“you were gonna say sorry?” you laughed in his face. “that’s a good joke, Geto.” for some reason that got on his nerves.

“what? i can’t apologize?”

“it’s not that you can’t. you don’t.” you’re right. “i don’t care anyway. so even if you do, it doesn’t matter.” he didn’t know what to say so for the rest of class he sat in silence. when the bell rang you packed your things up and left quickly. it was the last class of the day and he watched the direction you went in, he knew where you were headed so he followed. when you walked into the rink it was completely empty. you stopped in your tracks.

“all practices were canceled today.”

“you’re telling me now?”

“you didn’t get the email?”

“obviously not, Geto.” turning to leave you push past him but he grabs your arm. looking up into those brown eyes of his you try to pull away but he grips harder. “can you let go now?”

“why do you act like that?” you look at him confused.

“act like what.”

“like you hate me.”

“maybe cause i do.” you rip away from him, heading to the doors. he quickly catches up and blocks you from leaving. you let out a huff and try to push past him. “move.”

“you don’t hate me.”

“why wouldn’t i?” you look up at him. “hm? you make fun of my uniforms. you always say my drills suck. you and Satoru make fun of my team and my sport. you comment on the way i skate. hell, you broke my skates. skates i can’t get back. so why wouldn’t i?”

“hate isn’t in your vocabulary.” he states, simply. he’s right, it’s not but would you let him know that?

“yeah? how would you know?” he stared at you, questioning whether you did hate him or not. you were right, how would he know? pulling away from him you turn towards the locker rooms, if practice was canceled here today you would go somewhere else. he watched you for a second, contemplating leaving before he followed after you quickly. grabbing your things from your locker you watched him walk into the women’s locker room. “you’re not supposed to be in here-” he rushed over to you and before you could finish your sentence, his lips covered yours. his kiss was rough, lips moving over yours hurriedly, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. your arms stayed at your side and your eyes were wide. you pushed him away, making space between your bodies. “what is wrong with you?” you were panting, chest rising and falling quickly.

he moved in again, lips back on yours, this time you didn’t pull away. your bag fell off your shoulders and your new skates fell to the ground. your lips met his harshly, your fingers tangling in his hair. you pulled him down towards you, hunching him over. his hands slid around your waist to grip onto your shirt. he pushed you back into the lockers, the metal clanging as your body met them, he quickly spun you around, your torso pressing into the metal. he sucked on your ear and trailed wet kisses down your neck, the metal ball of his tongue piercing trailing down your skin. he panted into your skin as he ground his hardening cock on your ass.

“if you’re gonna fuck me Geto, get it over with.” you breathed. his hand wrapped around your neck, arching your back and resting your head against his shoulder.

“is that how you should talk to me? i’ll leave you right here.”

“your loss.” you shrugged, pushing him away to grab your things. before you could stray too far he pushed you back against the lockers. he made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down just below his dick then, he pulled down your sweatpants, they pooled around your ankles. he ground his cock into your backside and groaned into your neck. his precum dripped on your back as he humped your ass. “hurry up.” you grumbled. sliding his tip through your folds, he pressed into your hole, sliding in only the tip before slipping back out. he did this over and over again until you were huffing in annoyance.

behind you, his face was beet red. he was panting, teasing you and himself in hopes of dragging this out for as long as he possibly could. finally over it, you stamped your foot down, ready to completely push him off of you. he didn’t give you the chance, stuffing his cock all the way into you at once, shuffling forward to press his entire body into yours. you yelped out as his entire length throbbed in you, shaping your ways to accommodate for every ridge and vein. he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken, so thick you’re sure your walls are stretched to the fullest and so long you could feel him in your throat.

“oh, fuck.” he moaned behind you. his heart was pounding in over-exertion. he was focusing so hard on trying not to cum so soon. he gave you time to adjust and time for himself to calm down before he busted before he even started. he groaned into your neck as you clenched around him, trying to get used to his girth.

“fuck, move.”

“you sure?”

“please, come on, just move Geto.” he nodded his head. giving one exploratory thrust, trying to gauge how you feel, how he'd feel. he moaned as his cock moved in and out of you. he could already feel the coil winding up within his lower stomach, he wasn’t gonna last. he thrust again, a whimper escaping his lips. your eyebrows raised at the noise. he whimpered. he started to develop a rhythm, hips moving languidly against yours. his hands moved up your body, gripping your boobs through your shirt, you’re not wearing a bra. he pinched your nipples through your shirt and a noise escaped your lips. the prettiest moan fell from your lips.

he angled his hips differently and he hit that certain spot in you just right. a louder moan exited your mouth and he whimpered at it. your moans are so pretty, so pretty they made his dick throb. little “ah, ah, ah’s” left your lips at each thrust, everything about him took over your entire being. all you could feel was his hands on your body, all you could smell was his cedarwood and vanilla cologne. you were drowning in him, every sense revolved around him. Suguru couldn’t feel anything else besides your tight walls gripping him. you were so tight around him his eyes rolled back. he’d never been so vocal before, let alone whined to a girl he was fucking.

you brought something in him, something he didn’t know existed. a need. a need for him to express how good you’re making him feel. “faster.” he shook his head against your shoulder. “come on, Geto, faster.”

“i can’t, fuck,” he whined. “i’ll cum, i’ll fucking cum and it’ll all be over.”

“already?” you moaned out a scoff. “i’m not even close, Geto.” he thrust into you faster. his length continuously brushing over you g-spot. one hand that was gripping your boob moved down to rub circles over your clit. his fingers were nimble and quick but messy. the circles are uncoordinated but good enough to make your thighs shake. you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs and getting on his, his hand is soaked now.

“stop calling me that.” he whined. “say my name.”

“that is your name-”

“no. my name please.” he sounded so pretty whining for you.

“Suguru.” he moaned. “i’m gonna cum, Suguru.” you were the one whining now.

“please.” he rubbed your clit faster, hurriedly thrusting into you. you met him thrust for thrust, moving with him. “fuck, just like that, princess.” the claps of skin on skin could be heard throughout the locker room. you pray to whatever God out there that no one is here. “i’m gonna cum, i need you to first.” he licked a stripe up your neck, leading to your ear before he bit at your lobe. his nose pressed into your ear and he panted into your skin, harsh breaths against you. all the stimulation was getting to you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, his other hand grabbing your boob, his mouth breathing heavily against you and biting at you. the final straw was when he moved his hand from your chest to your neck, squeezing slightly, just enough to make your breathing labored and make you dizzy. your head fell to his shoulder and you dear damn screamed out as you came.

your thighs shook violently as you creamed around Suguru. the essence of your orgasm dripping down his cock. his mouth dropped open as he felt you clench and unclench around him. he moaned out as he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him. “pull out.” you whimpered. “Suguru, pull out.” he didn’t want to, God, he didn’t want to. finally building up enough strength, he pulled out. his hand wrapped around his tip, jerking his cock quickly, your wetness helping his hand glide smoothly up and down his skin. the first spurt of his cum landed on your back, the warm fluid dripped down your back. the rest came and he moaned with each one. his chest heaved as he came, possibly the hardest he has since his first time, maybe better than that. there was so much of it too, long thick strings painted on your back. he removed his grip from his dick and ran his thumb through the small puddle on your back, smearing it across your skin.

“that was…” he huffed out a breath, smiling up at the roof.

“yeah, let’s not talk about it.” you were quick to pull up your pants.

“what?” Suguru followed after, pulling up his pants, buttoning them, and buckling his belt. “i thought- i thought it was good. you thought it was good right?” you gathered all your things and headed to the door.

“it was fine.”

“just fine?” you were rushing to the front door. “come on, it was more than just fine. Y/N, look at me.” you kept going, not sparing him a glance. “come on.” he reached out for you, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to him. “look at me.”

“for what?!” you yelled at him. “for what? it happened. you can go brag about it.”

“you think i’m gonna brag about it?”

“that’s what you do, Geto. you fuck some girl and go tell the team about it or some boy in your frat. next thing you know the whole school knows about it and that girls just some whore. i’ve gone this fucking long without being caught up in this shit and you corner me once now i’m one of them.” tears built up in your eyes. “at least give me the courtesy of not saying my name.” you walked away from him, leaving him to stand alone, stunned.

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Geto didn’t tell anyone. it’s been two weeks and he hasn’t muttered a single word about what happened in the rink. he didn’t even tell Satoru, the only person in the world he tells everything. ever since it happened you wouldn’t even look at him. if he caught your eyes you would immediately cast yours down. you went back to avoiding him and he hated it, he fucked up. he still can’t explain what came over him that night, he doesn’t know why it happened but he can’t take it back now. he thought it would open the door for something, some way in for him. it didn’t.

one of your friends, Reí, had noticed something was up with you. you were quieter, there was this awkward air to you. she approached you one day when you were leaving class.

“hey, what’s up with you?” you were heading to the quad, it was lunch time and you had some extra work you’d like to get done, you figured fresh air would be good for you.

“nothings up with me.” you chuckled awkwardly. you took a seat on a bench under a shady tree. the sky was a little muted today, the fall season in full effect, it wasn’t a bright day like it usually would be. the sky not a bright blue and the sun not shining as much as it would. it seemed as though the earth was reflecting your mood.

“come on, Y/N/N, be honest with me.” she laughed. “what’s up?” you huffed a bit as you looked over your campus. a gust of wind blew past you, blowing your hair over your shoulder.

“i fucked up.” you whispered.

“you? you never fuck up.” Reí tried to joke.

“i did, i do. i- i don’t know.” you began to pick at your nails.

“what happened?” you sighed before turning to look her in her eyes.

“there’s this guy.”

“a guy?”

“yeah.”

“so… what about this guy? do you like him? is that it, you like a guy?”

“no. i don’t like this guy, that’s the problem.”

“well Y/N/N, i don’t think it’s that much of a problem. you don’t like him, it can’t be that serious. right?”

“we fucked.”

“oh!”

“we fucked and i don’t know what to do.” you sobbed, tears running down your face. Reí moved closer and pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you and petting your hair. she shushed you as you cried into her neck. “i don’t do that type of thing and- and ever since J i haven’t done anything and then this one guy comes out of nowhere and just fucks it all up!”

“it’s ok, we all have flings in college, it’s cool.”

“no! it’s not just a fling, Reí, i hate this guy.” your sentences came out in broken sobs. “that was never supposed to happen and now when everyone finds out they’re gonna think i’m some slut for letting it happen.” you pulled back to look at her, your lower lip trembling as you spoke.

“why would anybody think that?” she tucked pieces of your hair behind your ear and wiped your tears.

“cause that’s what everybody thinks.” you looked down and played with your hands. “everyone here thinks all the girls here who have sex are nasty.” you looked back up to her. “i don’t wanna be nasty.” you pouted.

“aww, baby, no one’s gonna think you’re nasty.”

“yes they will.” you nodded at her. “you should’ve heard what they said when me and J broke up. he told them what we did. he told them i let him take my virginity and everyone called me really mean names.” you swallowed harshly. “it took months for everyone to forget about that, until the next thing happened everyone was so mean. i didn’t even do anything! i thought i was just being a good girlfriend.”

“what do you mean?” she gave you a puzzled look.

“J wanted to have sex.” you looked into her eyes. “i told him i wasn’t ready but he told me everyone else was doing it. he said that we should too and i’d be the best girlfriend. i didn’t even know what i was supposed to do.”

“Y/N/N he didn’t… did he?”

“no. i told him it was ok but i regretted it after. he got mad i didn’t wanna do anything anymore so he broke up with me.” another tear trailed down your face. “he told almost everyone. all the girls laughed at me and all they guys called me a prude. said i wasn’t even worth it.”

“he was a dick, Y/N/N. he wasn’t worth it and i’m so sorry that happened.” you shrugged at her. “but, what does this have to do with this guy?” she tilted her head, her pretty brown hair falling over her shoulder.

“cause he’s a dick too. he’s a dick and i know he’s gonna tell everyone.”

“how long ago was it?”

“like… two weeks ago?”

“well, i haven’t heard anything and y’know, most guys wouldn’t wait two weeks to start telling everyone who he fucked, right?”

“i guess.”

“look, i know this is a lot to think about, how about we get your mind off it. let’s go get some lunch, on me?” she was hopeful, she didn’t want to watch you sulk, you’re one of the best and brightest people she knows. you shook your head.

“i have some stuff to do.” you whispered.

“ok. fine, ok. you want me to sit with you?”

“no. i wanna be alone if that’s ok.”

“sure. just- just let me know if you need anything, yeah? i’m always here.” you gave her a nod and she leant down to give you a peck on the forehead before she walked away. she’d always been a good friend to you. looking back out to the campus, you saw his familiar black hair, in a half up half down style now. he walked with some girl - Yari, from your team - he was walking her to the science building and once they reached the front doors, she turned around and smiled at him. they spoke for a bit before he grabbed her by her chin, pulling her to him and planting a kiss on her lips. once he let go she looked up to him, her eyes sparkling.

your heart clenched.

getting up and gathering your things you stormed off and towards your dorm. retreating there for the rest of the day.

Suguru didn’t mean to get involved with Yari. really, it just… happened. he was upset about the situation between you two and she just so happened to be there. the only reason he’s stayed talking to her for this long is because in some way, she reminds him of you. the way her eyes light up when she looks at him, as if he’s hung the moon and the stars, it reminds him of how you used to look at him way back when. before he fucked you over. before he was so mean to you, how your eyes would shine when you looked at him. if he squinted just enough when looking at her, he could see you. ever since that night in the rink, he’s only wanted to see you. to feel you again, to hold you. his hands have been itching to grab for you whenever you two cross paths. not having you is like living hell. he hates it.

finally leaving Yari, he turns around to head to his own class. making his way across the quad he sees a figure hurriedly walking in some direction. when he looks over at it, he recognizes it’s you. he wants to follow you, so bad. but he knows he shouldn’t, if he did you’d probably have his head on a stake.

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another week had passed before you started feeling somewhat like yourself again. Reí had decided to take you out a couple of days ago. she took you to the diner not too far off campus, you two talked over milkshakes and french fries. she didn’t pry too much but talking to her made you feel like you had a weight lifted off your chest. it felt great. practice was canceled again today, something about one of the coaches having a family emergency, so the rink was free for the day.

you decided to take it over for the night. one of the custodians told you no one was coming in tonight so you were free to have it. you were trying to get one specific move down, the same one you’ve been trying to learn since freshman year. it was a move all hockey players used. a hockey stop, simple yet, you’d once seen Suguru spin and come to a full hockey stop. you’d wondered how he did it. while your sports were similar there was a clear difference between them. figure skaters were gentle with their movements and it took more agility to follow through with them. hockey players were more aggressive. hockey was about defense and brutality, the players were more up-front and they lacked flexibility.

while you were a figure skater, you did appreciate hockey and had taken a liking to practicing their moves. you’d even introduced some into the choreography of your team, giving some contrast to the ensemble. the harshness of the hockey moves plus the gentleness of figure skating make for a beautiful scene. you’ve mastered the hockey stop, it’s an easy move but when you had watched Suguru do a complete 360 and come to the stop it was something you had wanted to do as well. while you’d seen him do it years ago it never really left your head and with the new choreography you were coming up with, you wanted to include the move.

you were getting closer, you think. well, it was better than before. at first you had completely busted your ass, sliding along the ice and hurting your chin. now most times when you fell, you went down slower. able to catch yourself before you fell on your ass again. as you were practicing you fell again, sitting down and huffing out a breath. the ice nipped at your legs through your tights and you sat for a second, looking up at the roof before looking down to play with your hands. what you hadn’t noticed was a guest within the seats, watching you as you tried to ace the move over, and over again.

“you’re putting too much weight on your back foot.” your head shot around quickly, turning to face the booming voice. you rolled your eyes when you looked at him. there he stood, 6 '2'' stature wearing all black, his arms at his side and his jet black hair falling over his wide shoulders.

“can you just go away?”

“can i help you?” the question was genuine, he wanted to help. and maybe spend time with you.

“no.”

“why not?”

“cause i don’t want your help.” you deadpanned. Suguru got up and walked away, you thanked God he chose to adhere to your request. getting back up, you went to the other side of the rink, skating yourself across the ice. you turned backwards and put your left leg out, turning into a camel spin, both your arms placed straight out to your sides. bringing your leg back down for an upright spin, putting an abrupt stop to the turn you jut out your right leg for the hockey stop. just as you thought you had gotten it, you fell back onto your palms. sitting back down and heaving out another sigh, you were ready to give up for the day. just as you were ready to go, you heard the doors to the rink being opened. you turned to see Suguru walking onto the ice. falling out and splaying yourself along the ice you groaned quite dramatically.

“get up.” he stood over you.

“i told you to go away.” you looked to him, one eye closed as the light shined in it.

“i told you i was going to help.”

“i don’t need your help. i’m done.” you sat up, getting on your knees to stand up fully. Suguru grabbed your arm pulling you up and into him. “can you get off of me?” instead of responding, he started skating to the opposite side of the rink, dragging you along with him. once you reached the corner, he let go.

“show me.” he gestured to the rink.

“yeah, i’d rather not.” you were going to walk away but he grabbed you and turned you towards the open space of the rink.

“you want to get it down right? show me.” his voice was soft as he spoke to you. you contemplated for a second. you could leave and go home or you could get help from the person who inspired the move. going home seemed like a really good option. getting into position, you started skating before doing just as you had done before, camel into an upright spin and full hockey stop. once again tipping over and landing on your ass. “like i said, you’re putting too much weight on your back foot, that’s why you keep falling back. and you can’t just stop, it’s too much force, you need to build up some sort of momentum so there’s something to combat the weight of your body.” his arms were crossed over his chest as he spoke to you, muscles bulging even through his black shirt. you were staring at the veins in his hands before you quickly brought your eyes up to his then looked away.

“sure.” taking up your spot next to him you did as he said, once again a camel into an upright spinning and once your right foot met the ice again, you gave yourself a slight push before coming into the hockey stop. this time you didn’t fall onto your ass, landing on one of your knees instead. slightly better.

“you’re not compensating enough for your own weight, look.” Suguru started his own skate and turned into a spin, not exactly an upright one but close enough. as the turn came to a close, he pushed himself forward again, quite harshly, before stopping. “see, you need a counter for yourself. just stopping isn’t enough to carry you. now you do it.” this time when you did it, following through with an extra push, you didn’t fall. instead you had tripped forward and bumped into the wall. “now you’re putting too much weight on your front foot. you need to find a balance. do we have to run first year training drills?”

“i’m not some freshman, Geto. i know what i’m doing.” you snapped.

“do you?” you stared at him quizzically before giving up.

“nevermind. i’m done.” walking away you headed to the door.

“wait.” you paused. “i- i don’t mean to be rude or anything. i’m actually trying to help.”

“you think you’re gonna help by demeaning my skill set? i’m captain for a reason.”

“i’m not trying to. i’m captain too, remember?”

“we play two different sports.”

“yeah, and you’re trying to perfect one of my moves. let me help you.”

“i can do it by myself.” you turned to face him.

“i’m not saying you can’t. but i know it pretty well and i can show you how to do it.” you stared at him blankly. “listen, if… if i help you get this right, you can teach me some moves from your team.” that got your attention.

“really?”

“yeah.” you slowly skated to him.

“ok.” for the next hour, Suguru had shown you how to incorporate a hockey stop into your routine. you had finally gotten to a point where you didn’t fall at all. the move could use a little work but it was way better than what you had before. once you had finally gotten it, you were so excited you jumped with glee, somehow making your way into Sugurus arms. his large arms had wrapped around you as you hugged him. when you noticed where you were, you immediately backed out of his embrace.

“sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you began to slowly skate backwards.

“i should go now, it’s pretty late.” your voice came out quietly and you pointed behind you. Suguru began to skate toward you.

“or, we can stay, practice a little longer?”

“i- um, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” he was in front of you. you had skated yourself so far back and somehow, into a wall.

“cause.”

“because?” there’s a small space left between your bodies and Suguru had reached forward, pulling you into him, he leaned down, inching his face closer to yours. “because what?” he whispered against your lips.

“cause- um,” he pressed himself closer to you, torso to torso. “cause-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as he gently pressed his lips to yours. you sighed into his mouth as your lips met. you wrapped your arms around his neck, falling into him as you breathed him in. he deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his own and sliding his tongue against yours. you moaned into his mouth and he groaned against yours. suddenly, reality hit you and you pulled away. “what is wrong with you?”

“huh?”

“don’t act dumb, Geto, oh my God. i- i can’t.”

“can’t what?” you pressed a hand to your forehead and began to skate away.

“what are you gonna tell your girlfriend?”

“girlfriend? i- i don’t-”

“what?” you turned back to him. “she doesn’t have to know? don’t give me that.”

“Y/N, what fucking girlfriend are you talking about.”

“Yari!” you exhaled, exasperated.

“Yari’s not my girlfriend.”

“so you’ve been doing this with her too? what, you fucked her in the locker room like you did me? does your girlfriend know about her-”

“i don’t have a girlfriend!” he yelled over you.

“then why do i always see you with Yari?!”

“see me with her? i’m never with her.”

“yes you are, Suguru! you’re always with her! i see you parading around campus with her, walking her to class, sitting out on the quad with her. she- she comes to practice talking about you.” you began picking at your nails.

“i-” he didn’t know what to say, you’re right, he’s always with her. it’s not his choice, she just follows him around everywhere. he told her to leave him alone last week but she swore they had something special, that she loved him and knew he loved her too. talk about delusional.

“so i’m right?” you scoffed. deciding to exit from the conversation, you began to skate to the exit. Suguru quickly caught up, grabbing your hand, he turned you to him.

“you’re wrong.” you just stared at him, a glazed over look in your eye. “she’s not my girlfriend. yeah, ok, we did something but that was it. i fucked with her for a while but i told her i didn’t like her, she just- she won’t leave me alone. i don’t have a girlfriend, at all. i don’t want one.”

“so what’s this supposed to be?” you gestured between the two of you with your free hand.

“i didn’t mean it like that.”

“then what did you mean?”

“Satoru’s having a thing tomorrow night,”

“i don’t do parties.”

“it’s not a party,” he rushed out. “Satoru said it’s just a little get together with some friends. can you stop by? maybe we can talk then?” you wanted to say no, there’s nothing to talk about but your mind didn’t have time to catch up with your body. you were nodding your head before a word could be muttered. “ok.” he let go of your hand, it was then that you realized your fingers were intertwined.

when you finally got back to your room that night, you screamed into a pillow. every pent up emotion that was building inside of you from spending so much time with Suguru escaping as you yelled. you couldn’t believe you let him get to you, again. and you can’t believe you agreed to meet him tomorrow night. what was wrong with you.

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the next day flew by, your classes went by smoothly, Suguru staring at you from across the room in the ones you had together. practice was a little rushed, it was a friday and a break was coming up, everyone was excited to get out. now you sat in your dorm, staring at your phone as the time ticked by. it was 7:23, Suguru never gave you a time to show up. what time were you supposed to come? were you already late? would he be mad? you sat for another hour, finally leaving the comfort of your room and heading across campus to the frat house.

walking up to the house, lights were flashing and music was booming. people were sitting outside, all huddled up because of the cold, passing around a blunt. “so much for a ‘small get together.’” you muttered to yourself. approaching the front door, you walked in and were immediately hit with the smell of a college party. sweaty bodies jumped and rubbed against each other, others were making out somewhere in a corner. looking over the area, you tried to spot his tall stature and black hair. when you didn’t see him you moved into the crowd. walking through the people and moving to the kitchen, you grabbed a water bottle before going back to searching around. after searching for a while, you gave up, finding one of his frat brothers instead. “have you seen Suguru?” he looked you up and down before responding.

“you that crazy bitch?”

“huh?”

“you that crazy bitch?” he said, more pointedly.

“what crazy bitch?”

“what’s her name? um, she’s on the figure team.”

“Yari?”

“yeah! that’s you?”

“i’m not Yari.” he squinted his eyes before shrugging.

“upstairs, second door to the left. knock.” that’s all he said before turning to walk over to a group of girls, they all looked at you weird before he approached them. going up the stairs, you almost made it to the top before you saw him. his broad stature leaned against a wall, hair tied back in a bun, his arms crossed over his chest as he spoke. he sat talking to some girl, eyes hooded as he looked at her, a smirk on his face. you stared at the two, her short brown hair falling to one side as she tilted her head. walking back down the steps, especially quiet so they wouldn’t hear you, you headed back to the kitchen. you leaned against the counter, gripping the sides. ok, if he wants to be all over every girl, you can be all over every guy.

stomping out of the kitchen you looked around before making your way to the makeshift dance floor. you slipped in between the bodies, finding your way to the middle. settling into the people grinding on each other, you tapped the shoulder of some random guy, Haibara his name is, another brother of the frat, you asked if he wanted to dance. he looked between you and the girl he was dancing with before completely turning to you, letting out and enthusiastic, “sure!” you heard the girl mutter something before she walked away angrily. turning around, you pulled the boy closer to you, pressing your ass to his crotch, you heard a stuttered breath escape his lips.

you placed his hands on your hips and swayed slowly, grinding against him to the beat of the song. you saw Suguru make his way down the steps slowly, one arm hanging over the shoulder of the girl, they laughed together loudly. out of spite, you dragged one of Haibara's hands up your body slowly. his breathing grew heavier behind you. you knew he was shy, one of the more reserved brothers of the frat. he only joined because Satoru and Suguru made Nanami join and by association, him. you felt bad, you weren’t sure what he was comfortable with and here you were making him feel you up. he didn’t seem to care though, pulling you closer and laying his forehead on your shoulder. Suguru saw you from across the room, eyes locking onto you and the figure behind you. you saw him whisper something in the girl's ear and she looked over too, she gestured to you and Haibara, Suguru kissed her forehead quickly and let go.

he quickly made his way over to you two. when he reached you, he grabbed your forearm and pulled you away from the brunette boy. “hey- oh! what’s up Suguru.” Haibara smiled.

“nothing.” he dragged you along with him as he walked away, taking you to the steps.

“let go of me.” you tried to pull away but his grip grew more firm. “Suguru let go-” he spun you around when you reached the first step pushing you up against the wall. people around stared for a while before going back to minding their business.

“Haibara?” he questioned, his nostril flaring as he breathed.

“what?”

“i come downstairs cause someone told me you’re looking for me and i catch you fucking with Haibara?”

“why does it matter?” you rolled your eyes.

“cause it fucking does.”

“but it doesn’t matter when it’s you though, right?”

“what are you talking about.”

“i go upstairs to find you and i see you laughing and giggling with some girl? the same thing with Yari. it’s cool when you do it, right?”

“some girl?” he stared at you for a second before he started laughing.

“what’s so funny?” he continued to laugh, damn near hunched over now.

“aww, princess.” he stood back up, you glared at him. “you jealous?”

“jealous?” you said incredulously. “why would i be jealous of anything you do?”

“that was Ieiri, princess, my best friend.”

“oh…”

“yeah and i told you i don’t like Yari.”

“you don’t act like it.” was your quick reply.

“ok.” he stepped back. “go upstairs.”

“for?” he stepped back into your personal space.

“go upstairs, when i get up there i want you sitting down in just that pretty little set i know you have on for me.” he whispered in your ear. your face felt like it was on fire.

“i- i don’t have on a set.”

“i know you do, princess.” he walked away, going to the kitchen, before he passed the threshold he looked back to you, raising his eyebrow at you. you turned around and walked up the steps, going straight to his room. once you entered, you contemplated for a second, would you really do this? yes. you took off your shirt first, letting it fall to the floor, you fixed the cups of your pretty bra before unbuttoning your pants. you let them pool around your ankles before kicking them off. you sat on the bed, tucking your legs under yourself and placing your hands on your knees. you sat there for maybe two minutes picking at your thumbs. the door opened and you jumped a bit.

Suguru entered with two water bottles in his hands and something wrapped up. he smiled when he saw you sitting so prettily on his bed. you stood out against his dark sheets. the bright pale blue and pinks of your lingerie contrasting with his dark gray bedspread. “you look so pretty like that.” he sat the things in his hands down and walked over to you, cupping his hand under your chin and tilting your head up. he ran the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it down and then letting it pop back up into place. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, it quickly grew messy, “open.” he murmured against your lips. you parted your lips, looking up to him with wide eyes. he let a glob of spit from his mouth fall into yours. “swallow.” he watched your throat bob up and down, you could taste the fruit punch he drank earlier. he tasted sweet. “sit back and spread your legs for me.” you looked up at him as he stood back up, leaning himself against his dresser. “you gonna do it or do i have to make you?”

you crawled up to his headboard slowly on all fours, he watched you, his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you ass sway side to side. he cleared his throat as you settled against his pillows. you spread your legs for him, watching him from across the room. “what do you want me to do?” you asked in a whisper.

“i want you to fuck yourself on you fingers like you do when you think of me.”

“i-”

“what?”

“i don’t think of you.”

“come on, princess, we both know you do. why else would you get your panties in a twist when you see me with another girl?” you sighed, looking down at yourself. “pull those pretty little panties to the side and spread yourself open on your fingers.”

“ok.” you whispered. your fingers twitched nervously, not sure what to do with him staring at you.

“just pretend i’m not here, pretty girl, it’s ok.” you nodded your head. everything around you was so irrecoverably him, the sheets were soft against him and smelled like him, so warm. if you focused hard enough you could hear his breathing from across the room. closing your eyes you began to slowly trail your fingers down your body, hyper aware of your own touch. you dragged your fingers back up your stomach and to your chest, cupping your boobs through your bra. “take it off.” you obliged, quickly unclipping the offending garment and letting it fall off the side of the bed. “fuck.” you could hear the sound of a zipper and some shuffling. pinching your nipples you let out a soft sound, tweaking both of them between your thumb and forefinger. letting one hand trail down your body again, you dragged it down and began to run circles over your clit on top of your underwear.

“Suguru.” you moaned softly. he groaned at the noise. you slipped your hand into your underwear, the stimulation sent sparks up your spine. dragging your fingers down to your hole, you circled it before slipping your middle finger in. you could hear a wet noise coming from where he is and the idea of him pulling on his cock to your fingering yourself pulled a moan out of you. slipping another finger into yourself, you moved them faster, the pads of them rubbing against your walls.

“go faster. wanna hear it.” he panted. wanted to hear it..? oh. oh. he wanted to hear the sound of your wetness as you fucked yourself. your back arched as you fucked yourself faster. your other hand continued to tweak at your nipple. you moaned out as you felt your stomach clench.

“Suguru! i’m gonna cum!” your toes curled and you whimpered. you could hear his stuttered breathing and he jerked himself off.

“let me see, pull your panties down.” he panted. your hand quickly moved to tug the gusset of your panties to the side. Suguru watched your fingers move in and out of you. his dream was finally coming true, the one girl he wanted was splayed out on his bed, fucking herself on her fingers, moaning out his name. his orgasm was building up quickly, he was going to bust everywhere from just watching you. you clenched around your fingers, mouth dropping open as you orgasm washed over you. you arched off the bed, moaning Sugurus name over and over again. he watched as you came, the way your essence dripped around and seeped through your fingers, how your chest raised and fell as you breathed heavily. Suguru groaned as he played with his tip, thumb running over it and you looked at him when you heard the noise.

“Sugu,” you whined. “wanna see you cum,” his jaw dropped and a small noise escaped his lips. “please.” he came all over his hand and the floor. spurts of his cum falling from his tip and he groaned as he came. you’re gonna be the death of him. once he regrouped, he walked over to you, kneeling above you as he looked into your eyes. he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and taking the two fingers that were just inside of you and putting them in his mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your fingers and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“you taste so good, princess.” your hand fell from his mouth back to your side. “wanna taste for myself, flip over.” you took too long to listen to him so he flipped you over himself. he had you on your hands and knees, back arched for him. he went behind you, watching your pretty pussy drip for him. “fuck.” he whispered to himself. one hand rubbed over your ass as the other pulled your panties down. you kicked them off completely and he sniffed them before dropping them off the bed. “count.”

“huh?” slap! one loud clap against your ass, you yelped out at the initial pain but it eventually turned into a pleasurable stinging sensation.

“count.” he said more firmly.

“one,” slap! “two,” slap! “three…” on and on he spanked you again and again. you counted all the way up to eleven before he let up. your ass stung from the spanking but the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. it hurt so bad it felt good. you whimpered when he circled his hands over your ass. before you could recognize what was going on, you felt a stripe being licked from your clit to your clenching hole. “Sugu!” you looked behind you to see him hunched over, sucking harshly on your clit as he spread your ass. another stripe licked up to your hole before he slipped his tongue in, you clenched around it, the cold metal of his piercing contrasted against the warmth of your walls and you swore you saw heaven. you shook as he fucked you with his tongue, falling onto your front your back arched perfectly for him as you pushed back against him.

the sounds were obscene, you could hear his tongue working against you and him groaning into your pussy. you moaned when he landed another slap to your ass, he gripped and jiggled it against his face. “oh my- fuck!” you squealed. he tongue licked and prodded against your walls as he ate you out. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your legs shook. his mouth moved down from your hole to your clit and you felt two of his fingers prodding at your entrance. his thick middle and ring fingers stretched you open he slipped them into you. he sucked on your clit and pressed his long fingers into that one spot inside of you. you whined loudly and he fucked you open on his fingers. “S-Sugu,” you slurred. “Sugu i’m gonna cum..!” you squeaked. he continued to work at you and another orgasm was building up in you. you kicked your feet as you felt your orgasm approaching but this felt different.

the coil in your stomach wound up tighter, you felt a pressure on your bladder and you trembled. you reached behind you blindly, grabbing Sugurus head and tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt him moan against you as you did so. “Sugu s-stop, i’m gonna pee.” you whined. he kept going, he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care but either way, he wasn’t gonna stop. “Sugu, wait!” he sucked harder at your clit and pressed his fingers into your g-spot. your toes curled as your back arched and you screamed out. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and all you saw was white. all you felt was your body shaking and wetness dripping down your thighs. your legs trembled at the earth-shattering orgasm and you whined and trembled at every touch you felt. Suguru moaned and groaned behind you, getting absolutely soaked as you squirted all over him and his bed. “Suguru!” you cried out, your feet kicked as he kept going.

“one more, just give me one more princess, i know you can.” you sobbed as he went back to sucking on your clit. another orgasm was building up quickly, your entire body shook as he sucked and prodded at you.

“Suguru,” you cried out. “i can’t.”

“yes you can, i know you can.” he muttered against you. tears were streaming down your face, you shook and trembled with every pass of his tongue. your one hand gripped his hair as the other gripped the sheets. the next orgasm came quickly and you cried out as it took over your body. his bed was almost completely soaked through because of you. the essence of your orgasm streaked down your thighs. he let go of you, sitting back on his knees and your body relaxed. you fell against the sheets, they stuck against your body because of how soaked they were. he watched you take deep breaths, your body slowly calming down. you could feel some shuffling behind you and hear the sound of fabric ruffling. you felt the weight of the bed shift, Suguru leaned above you, trailing kisses up your spine.

you felt his weight against your back as he laid on top of you. he kissed and licked at your neck, breathing into your ear. he took all his clothes off, he laid completely naked on top of you, his bare chest pressing against your back. you could feel everything, every outline of his abs against your back, you could also feel his cock pressing into your ass. grabbing his dick he ran his tips through your folds, collecting your wetness and smearing it along his cock. he pushed your left leg up, spreading you open for him and lifting your ass up so he could slip in easily. he pressed his tip into you, slowly slipping in your walls. you whimpered as you felt him throb within you. “oh, fuck.” he sighed. “you feel so fucking good.” he moaned, resting his head in your neck. you pushed back against him, pressing your ass flush against. he whined into your neck, “you’re gonna kill me.”

“move, please.”

“i can’t.” you got a flashback to the first night he fucked you. “i’ll cum.”

“please, Sugu. please.” you begged.

“ok.” he nodded, “ok.” he thrusted once and whimpered. he built up a steady rhythm, small noises fell from his lips as he fucked himself into you. “so fuckin’ tight, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” he fucked into you harder, the sounds of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of his room. “so much better than those other girls.” your body jerked and you looked behind you. “don’t worry princess, i’m not saying it to make you jealous.” he chuckled. “never had somebody like you, so fuckin perfect. you’re perfect y’know that?” when you didn’t respond he stopped moving. “answer me.”

“yes daddy!” you whined. his eyes crossed and his cock twitched deep within you, he never thought you were one to call somebody daddy, never took you as the submissive type at all. he leaned down over you.

“good girl.” he groaned into your ear. “good fucking girl.” he started moving again, fucking you deeper. his tip nudged your cervix each time from how deep he was and the pain added to your pleasure. you were damn near fucked dumb, any train of thought you had completely gone, all you could focus on was Suguru fucking you. you tightened around him, your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. “fuck, are you close?” you nodded your head. “you gonna cum for me, princess? make a mess all over me, yeah?” one hand trailed down your body, fingers playing with your clit and pushing you closer to the edge. you gripped the sheets hard, you swore you could hear the seams ripping.

“i’m gonna cum, Sugu!”

“hold it.” you shook your head. “you can hold it for me, i know you can.”

“i can’t, i can’t!” you sobbed. “i can’t, daddy, i’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”

“i said ‘hold it,’ right?” your body tensed up completely, your legs locking around Suguru from behind. before you could stop yourself, you were creaming around him. you cried out as you came, eyes crossing and rolling to the back of your head. you squeezed so tight around him he almost slipped out. he groaned as you clenched around him, his face was completely red, eyes hooded as he watched you cum around him. “i thought i told you to hold it.”

“i couldn’t do it.” you sniffled. “‘m sorry daddy.”

“aww, it’s ok baby.” he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking at your face. tears stained your face, mascara running down your cheeks, he smiled at you.

“want you to cum, daddy. want you to cum in me.” he groaned at your words, his cock twitched violently inside of you. he completely covered you, laying on top of you and matching his body up with yours. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. he began thrusting into you again, building up a fast pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“i’m gonna cum, right in this pretty little pussy and you’re gonna hold it all inside you. then, you’re gonna walk around the house with it all in you, let everybody know that i did it, let everybody know i’m yours.” let everybody know i'm yours. he wants to kill you. his pace began to falter and he gave a couple of more thrusts before stilling above you. he moaned into your ear, quieting himself by biting your neck. you felt him fill you up, rope after rope of his cum filling you up. you moaned with him, another orgasm taking over your body. Sugurus' body twitched as he came, he sighed out as his orgasm finally passed over him. he relaxed into you, falling on top of you.

“you’re heavy.” he laughed at you, sliding out of you and laying down next to your side. you turned your head to face him, he was already staring at you with a small smile on his face. “what?” your voice was hoarse.

“you’re so pretty,” he said quietly. you looked down before looking back into his eyes.

“thank you.” you whispered. he got up quickly, pulling on his boxer briefs, you sat up, covering yourself with your arms. “where are you going?”

“nowhere.”

“are you leaving?” you asked shyly.

“no, Y/N/N, i’m not leaving.” he walked over to his dresser, grabbing the two water bottles and whatever was wrapped up in the foil. making his way back to the bed, he sat down next to you. “here, drink something, it’ll help your throat.” he opened the water bottle for you. you took it from him and sipped from it slowly. he unwrapped what was in the foil - a sandwich. “eat this.” you took the sandwich from him and ate it. he watched you, he turned over to his nightstand - it was then you noticed the dragon tattoo displayed on his back - he grabbed some wipes and began unpacking them. he wiped the smeared mascara off of your face and wiped some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. “can i?” he gestured to you. you raised an eyebrow at him. “wipe you?”

“oh, you don’t have to.”

“yeah but i want to.”

“ok.” you laid back and opened your legs for him, he got in between them with a new new wipe.

“can you push it out for me?”

“thought you wanted me to keep it all in.”

“just do what i say.” he looked up at you, he looked so good between your legs like this, you’ll have to get him between them like this again.

“yes, daddy.” you rolled your eyes. sighing, you tried your best to squeeze all of his cum out of you. he watched it flow out you in thick globs.

“fuck.” he leaned down, licking at you quickly.

“Sugu!” your thighs closed around his head. “don’t do that. ‘m sensitive.”

“sorry, princess, you just look so good.” he smirked at you. he cleaned you up gently, getting up and searching through his drawers for a shirt and passing you one of his old gray tees. he picked you up and carried you out of the room, you hadn’t even noticed the party had stopped. carrying you to the bathroom and setting you on the sink he grabbed an extra toothbrush and any other thing he thought you would need. “i’m gonna go change the sheets real quick. you can come back to the room when you’re done.” he pecked your lips before exiting the bathroom. you got ready to go to bed, brushing your teeth and washing your face. you dried your hands and left the bathroom. you trekked back into his room, there he sat on the edge of it, scrolling on his phone. he put it down at his side and gestured for you to come over to him. when close enough he grabbed your hips and pulled you to him.

“did you um- did you dry the wet spot?” you asked, embarrassed. his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. your own hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck, his bun was looser now, more hairs framing his face.

“wet spot?” he looked behind him. “oh.” he laughed.

“what’s so funny?” you froze.

“waterproof liner.” you looked at him questioningly. “spilled some shit on my bed once, couldn’t get the stain out so i bought some waterproof liners. do you want to lay down?”

“um, no.”

“why not?”

“cause i should go. y’know, it’s late and i don’t want my roommate-”

“you don’t want to stay here.”

“what? no. that’s not- i’d love to stay.”

“so why don’t you?”

“cause i don’t want you to get tired of me.”

“tired?” you looked down awkwardly.

“i know how this goes, Suguru. i don’t want to stay only to be embarrassed later.”

“i wouldn’t embarrass you-”

“you can’t promise me that.”

“yeah, i can. do you- do you not see how much i care for you?”

“care?”

“i don’t want anybody the way i want you. never have. you make me… you make me feel good.”

“oh-”

“not like that. yeah, you make me feel good.” he chuckled. “but i just, i don’t know, i like the way you look at me.”

“how do i look at you?”

“like you care for me too. i like that. it makes me feel like i mean something.”

“everybody thinks you mean something.” you rubbed at his scalp and he felt shudders down his spine.

“yeah but it’s different. everyone cares cause they think i can do something for them, y’know. it’s fake but when it’s you, it feels right.” your face burned at his words and you looked down shyly.

“oh.” you giggled.

“oh?”

“i didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“why wouldn’t i?”

“cause you’re mean.”

“i am. i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry?”

“yeah, i just, i didn’t know how to tell you i like you.”

“so you were practically a bully?”

“i guess.” he shrugged and laughed.

“how backwards is that?”

“i’ll have you backwards.” he smirked.

“what does that even mean?!” you laughed.

“wanna find out?”

“huh-” before you could finish, Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to the bed next to him. you fell in a fit of giggles and he laughed along with you, silencing you with a kiss. the rest of the tight was spent with shared laughter, kisses, and fingers tangled together. it felt nice, you weren’t used to this side of him. he fell asleep before you, his head resting on his own pillow while one arm stayed on your stomach. you stared at him, watched his eyes flutter under his lids and the way his lips parted as he breathed. you tucked some hair behind his ear and pressed a kiss to his cheek, snuggling into his side, you let sleep overtake you and it may have been the best sleep you’ve gotten in a while. it just felt right to be in his arms.

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for the next week you were either in Sugurus' room or somewhere out on the town with him. he kept you fed, hydrated, and full of dick. there were marks up and down your body from him, bites, hickeys, scratches, you had them all. all the brothers of his frat gave you a knowing look whenever you left his room, always in one of his shirts. when he took you out, Suguru made sure to always take you to places you’d never been before. which was pretty easy seeing as you spent most of your time cooped up in your dorm or in the rink. you’d found a new favorite diner, they had the best fries and milkshakes. the first time Suguru had watched you dip your fries into your vanilla shake, he stared at you in disgust. you’d forced him to try it, he had a whole fit before you stuffed his mouth with the fries. he shut up after a while and agreed that it wasn’t that bad, he wouldn’t tell you he actually liked it.

eventually Satoru had found out when he just walked into Sugurus room only to find him balls deep inside you. Suguru yelled at him to get out, throwing a shoe at his head. Satoru quickly slammed the door but not before he let out a wolf whistle at the sight. you were mortified, vowing to never show your face to Satoru again. that was in vain as the next morning at breakfast he had walked into the kitchen and stared at you for a while before exiting and making his way back upstairs. Suguru made sure his best friend would never mention it to you again, knowing how embarrassed you felt to be found in such a vulnerable position.

you sat in Sugurus bed scrolling on your phone while his T.V played a random show in the back. he laid next to you asleep, tired from running around from errands all day. he stirred awake, rubbing at his eyes and looking at you. “g’mornin’.”

“Sugu, it’s one p.m.” you snickered.

“oh. good afternoon.”

“hi.” you giggled. “do you wanna-” there was a knock at the door. Suguru went to get up but you grabbed his bicep. “i got it, lay back down.” you went to open the door. turning the knob, a familiar voice broke through the threshold before you could get it all the way open.

“Geto, have you seen Satoru-” Bri paused as she stared at you. “no fucking way.”

“oh. hey Bri.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“you’re such a fucking hypocrite.”

“what?”

“i can’t see Satoru but you can fuck his best friend.” the anger was obvious on her face.

“i didn’t- i don’t-”

“are we fucking serious right now? you’re gonna lie about it. i thought you were a bitch but this is low even for you.”

“i- i never told you you couldn’t see Satoru and we’re not just fucking-”

“just shut up. you practically shouted how much you hated the idea of me and Satoru together. were you jealous? is that what it was? you were mad because i actually had him and you wanted his best friend? when he’s over you next week, don’t come fucking crying to me.” Suguru jumped up from his bed and stormed over to the door.

“watch your fucking mouth when you’re taking to her.” your breathing stuttered and tears built up in your eyes. “no ones fucking jealous of you, i don’t even know why she’s friends with someone like you. Satoru doesn’t fucking like you, he told you that but you keep coming back here cause you think you can change his mind. let me tell you something, no matter how many times you fuck him, it’ll never change.” he stepped closer to her. “all he sees you as is something to nut in, that’s all everybody sees.” her eyes flickered all over his face. “go some fucking where before you embarrass yourself.” he slammed the door in her face and turned around to you. he saw the tears falling down your cheeks and immediately pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what her problem is, she was out of line.”

“it’s fine. she’s right.” you sniffled out.

“how is she right?” he pulled away from you.

“i am a hypocrite.” you cried. “i told her you and Satoru are dicks and then she finds me with you. it’s wrong.”

“hey, hey.” he cupped your face and made you look up at him. “it’s not wrong, you’re right, me and Satoru are dicks but that doesn’t mean she can just talk to you like that.” you looked down to the floor, closing your eyes. “look at me. she’s the one whose jealous. she’s jealous because she knows Satoru doesn’t like her and you’re here with me. she wants to be you, that’s it. don’t listen to her, ok?”

“ok.” you whimpered.

“how about a nap, yeah. sleep and when you wake up we can get milkshakes and fries.” you nodded and let him pull you down to the bed.

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it took a while for you to cheer up after the situation with Bri. Satoru had stopped talking to her completely after Suguru told him what happened, he’d even apologized for letting it happen when it wasn’t his fault at all. now, you sat on the sides of a rink at a major competition. the TMTC figure skating team had won a spot in a regional competition, schools from four different states were coming to compete and whatever team won got a grant of 7,000 dollars to use to upgrade their schools ice skating rink, an unnecessarily large trophy that sat in a glass case across the rink, and the chance to go to nationals. your team had won the spot at the competition a while ago after winning gold against Kyoto college. while you belonged here, it was proven in the way you participated in the last comp, you were deep in your own head.

you made the team practice non-stop to ace the choreography, making sure everyone was on their a-game. you sat on the bench with your hands on your knees, hands tucked under your chin and one of your knees bouncing up and down. you were nervous, you’d never performed in such a large stadium before, let alone in front of so many people.

Suguru sat in a chair not too far from the rink, close enough to see your features and how nervous you were. he wanted to go out on the ice and hold you, tell you it was ok and he knew you would win because he did. you got this far, you carried your team all the way to this comp, he had no doubt in his mind you would bring gold home. he hoped you knew that as well. your team was up next, two already went before you. it was your time to get ready and you led the team to the locker room. everyone was lacing up their skates in silence, the nerves bouncing off all the girls. once you finished tying your skates you stood in front of them all.

“guys.” you started. “i know i’m not really good at the whole encouraging speech thing but i just wanted you all to know that i’m proud of us. we got all the way here, we made it this far because of our hard work. i don’t want y’all to put too much pressure on yourselves. no matter what we all joined this sport because we love it and it’s fun. we can have fun tonight, don’t let some competitions take the joy out of this. whatever happens tonight, whether we win or we lose, it’s fine. i won’t say i wouldn’t be disappointed if we lost but we got here. we worked our asses off and proved we belong. so when we go out there, i want y’all to show everyone who we are. we’re not just the TMTC figure skating team, we’re girls who all have our own personalities and joined this sport for different reasons. show them that.” everyone clapped and smiled fondly at you, standing up and huddling around. they called for your team on the loud speakers. “alright, this is our time, don’t take it for granted.”

the team left the locker room and you headed out behind them. you all lined up along the ice and waited for your que. the song you had chosen began to play and one by one the line began to disperse. following the choreography you had come up with, the dance started slowly. every girl skated out into a step sequence, their movements following the tempo of the song. the music began to speed up and so did the moves, excluding you there was an even amount of girls on the team, so you paired them in twos. two girls were assigned to each other and executed the choreography together. they did a combination of moves supporting one another. you skated through them, sometimes grabbing onto their waists as they spun around to spin with them, crouching down onto your knees and tucking your head into your shoulders.

the music became louder, the beat progressing and each of your moves becoming harsher, more restricted to display the emotion of the dance. you skated on one leg, through four of the girls, you placed one of your legs down, turning the move onto an upright spin and once you began to spin faster, two sets of hands grabbed your waist stopping you. your turn stopped abruptly, just as you stopped you broke free, skating away from them and towards one wall, just as you reached it, you fell to your knees, turning on them as the rest of the team approached you. they covered your body completely, all of their hands reaching to grab some part of you and just as they moved and light broke through the makeshift cover they made over you, they hoisted you into the air. not too high to the point you’d land dangerously, but enough so you landed and turned, one foot poured out behind you and hands displayed in front of you for balance.

the girls began skating to you quite fast, their moves harsh as they came at you, just before they reached you, they stopped. clasping hands and beginning the next part of the choreo you taught them. while everyone was distracted by their dance, you snuck off into a corner, sitting and waiting for your que. you sat for a minute before your que came up. the girls were lined up once again, like they were when the dance started. they all had their backs turned to you. the music grew again, reaching its crescendo. skating to them, one by one from each row they all turned to you, skating faster and lifting one leg in the air, you held your hands out behind you. bringing that foot back down and jumping, you turned in the air and landed on the opposite foot, now skating backwards, body swaying side to side.

just as you saw the tip of someone’s skate just in your view - strategically placed for you - you brought that leg back down again, pushing yourself forward off the tip of your blade and turning around, you headed for the gap between the girls split directly in the middle. you began to spin again just as you reached the gap some of their hands began reaching for you but stopping the turn, you came to a full hockey stop, falling down into position for a hydroblade. four girls behind you fell dramatically onto another while others began to turn into a sit spin. you laid with your chest pressing against the floor, rising and falling into the ice as you panted. the music stopped abruptly, the rest of the girls falling out of their sitting spins onto the floor as well and for a second all there was was silence. all you could hear was your own breathing before the stadium erupted into loud cheers. claps could be heard all throughout the stadium, whistles and the thumps of people’s boots and sneakers as they jumped.

relaxing and getting up from the ice you turned to the team, everyone was looking around the stadium at all the people clapping for them. from across the arena, Suguru yelled for you. he clapped so hard his hands were red. “that’s my fucking girl!” he goaded, he was so proud of you he felt like his chest could burst. he whooped and yelled for you as you and the team headed back to the locker room. he stood out against everyone else, 6’2” frame wearing all black with jet black hair cheering for some girl on a team wearing a bright pink tutu, it was almost comical. you and the team got undressed in the locker room, all dressed in TMTC tracksuits. you skated back to the rink to sit back on your assigned bench. there are three more teams after you. you had to sit through all of them before the results came in.

the teams after you were so good, you clapped and cheered for them when they finished and it was finally the end of the night. the panelists had called for all teams to come stand in the rink as they announced the winners, the announcements began. people from within the stadium voted on who they wanted to win on the website on their phones, they picked who they thought belonged in first, second and third. the victors for second and third were announced and you let your head hang. you had at least expected third, your performance wasn’t like others, it took a more aggressive approach rather than the usual gentleness of figure skating. maybe you should have stuck to what you knew. preparing for the disappointment of a loss, you began slowly backing away from the team.

“and the first place winner for this year's regional competition is…” silence overtook the audience. “Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College!” you paused, not exactly sure if you heard him right. the crowd broke out in applause, cheers damn near breaking the sound barrier. your team was already at the man with the trophy’s side. they watched you before they all yelled at you to come get your trophy. you skated over to them quickly, Reí held out the trophy for you to grab and as you took it, you fell to your knees. you cried as you held the trophy. the team stood over you, rubbing your back, thanking you for leading them this far. you cried harder.

leaving the large stadium with the large trophy on your hand, everyone behind you was yelling out proudly. some stragglers from the crowd congratulated you as you left. once you got to the parking lot, you saw Suguru leaning against his car. you tried your best to run over to him, placing down the trophy and crashing into him. his arms wrapped around you and lifted you into the air, your feet left the concrete and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “you did it.”

“i did.” you sobbed, so proud of yourself.

“i’m so proud of you. i knew you were gonna win.” you cried into his neck. “you did so good pretty girl, you were the best.”

“you’re just saying that cause you’re fucking me.”

“no.” he placed you down, making you look at him. “that’s not why.”

“then what, Sugu?” he stared at you for a second before he turned around and opened his car door, grabbing something and hiding it strategically so you couldn’t see it. once he turned back to face you his ears were bright red and he huffed out a breath.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the amazing honor and accept me as your boyfriend?” from behind his back, he pulled a beautiful bouquet of purple and white flowers. your jaw dropped and you looked between him and the flowers. “you gonna answer?”

“yes!” you wrapped your arms around him again. holding him close to you. you pulled back and pressed a messy kiss to his lips, tongues and teeth clashing. “you’re so corny.” you whispered to him.

“what can i say? you bring it out of me.” you laughed together. eventually he led you to the passenger seat, buckling you in and pressing kisses to your face. you stared at him as he got in the car. fondness all over your features, how lucky could you have been?

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two months later you found yourself in the spot where everything started. back in the now improved locker room of your school, lacing up your skates to head to the ice. Suguru was waiting for you outside, sitting down staring out to the floor. approaching him from behind you tapped his shoulder. “come on.”

“what are we doing here?”

“just come on.” you rolled your eyes. grabbing his hands in your own, you began to walk backwards to the ice, watching him watch you. now on the rink you pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you.

“what are we doing here?”

“why are you complaining?”

“cause,” he whined. “i wanna go back to my room and watch movies with my favorite person.”

“and who’s your favorite person?”

“Satoru.” he deadpanned, you hit his shoulder.

“be serious.” he let out a hearty laugh.

“ok but what are we doing here? it’s late.”

“you remember that one night you told me if i let you teach me the hockey stop, i could teach you one of my own moves?” he groaned and let his head fall back.

“i thought you forgot about that.”

“i did.” you shrugged. “‘till i didn’t.”

“do we have to?” he pouted.

“yes, now stop being a baby. it’ll be easy, i promise.” you led him to the middle of the rink and let go. “ok, watch me.” you began skating away, once far enough you put one leg out. eventually putting it down you turned back to your boyfriend. “easy, right?”

“sure.”

“now you do it.” he began skating forward but as soon as he put his leg up, he stumbled forward, quickly catching himself. you crouched over laughing.

“it’s not funny, Y/N/N.”

“yes it is.” you laughed even harder, he huffed. “ok, ok, i’m sorry, try again.” he kept trying, sometimes stumbling. he complained a lot along the way, asking if you two could just leave. you wouldn’t let him give up, you kept pushing until he finally got it.

“was there a point to this?”

“of course.” you skated from your spot to him, grabbing him and pulling him along with you. beginning to gain speed, you pressed your back to his and placed his hands on your waist. you leaned forward, kicking your leg out as you skated, Suguru watched and knew what you wanted him to do. he did just the same as you, your bodies lined up together and you skated around half the rink like that. putting your leg down to stop you looked at him. “see, i had a point.”

“yeah but my point is better.”

“you didn’t even make a point.”

“yeah i did.”

“then what’s your point?”

“this.” he grabbed your jaw between his hand and planted his lips on yours. he parted your lips with his own and slipped his tongue into your mouth, you moaned around him. cupping the back of your head, he slowly inched you down until you were both lying on the floor. he kissed from your mouth to your neck, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, he trailed his fingertips along your body. his hands ran along the hem of your skirt before he slipped it under the garment. his finger circled your clit and slid down to your entrance. he circled it and felt you flutter before he slid one into you, you moaned when he entered another. you were so wet, soaking his entire hand as he fucked it in you, he stopped just as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“hey!” you whined at him.

“i know, i know. i’ll make it up to you.” he began suckling small marks into the skin and trailing them down your body. leaving kisses down your body as you heaved at the affection. he licked into your belly button before looking at you. “you’re so pretty.”

“you tell me all the time.”

“just making sure you know.” he leaned down to unlace both your and his skates and threw them somewhere across the rink. his hand slithered up your thigh and he gripped the stockings you were wearing under your skirt. “these are so dumb.” before you could reply, you heard the loud rip of the fabric.

“Suguru!” you yelled at him, “i have to wear these out of here!”

“it’ll be fine.”

“they’re my favorite pair.” you pouted.

“i’ll get you some more, ok?”

“fine.” he moves down your body once more, now coming face to face with the wet spot on your panties. he ran his finger over and pushed into your hole slightly, collecting more wetness on the fabric. he pulled your panties to the side. he breathed against your skin, your pussy fluttering as you felt it. he licked your clit, his piercing running over it quickly. he dove straight into it. wasting no time he began eating at you like a man starved. your back arched off the ice, fingers tangling in his hair, you pulled on it roughly and he moaned into you. you guided his head up and down in you, his tongue dragging over your clit, his piercing rubbing over it. he looked up to you and the sight above him was beautiful, your mouth was dropped open and your chest was arched off the floor. one of his hands began to run circles over your hole, he slipped two fingers in you. you moaned as his fingers rubbed your walls, his tongue piercing rolled over your engorged clit and your voice broke as you cried out his name.

his fingers began to fuck into you faster and he went from licking your clit to sucking on it. an orgasm was building up quickly and you couldn’t fight it off. “Sugu, i’m gonna cum.” ever since the two of you got together, Suguru spent his time learning your body, learning what made you tick and twitch. your hips began bucking up in his face, his other hand came up to hold you down. his palm pushed you back against the floor, making sure you couldn’t squirm away from him. he sucked on your clit harder, your stomach clenched and your toes curled. “Sugu!” your things trembled and you cried as you came, you shook as Suguru kept sucking, his fingers stilled inside of you pressing into your walls instead.

“give me another.” he murmured softly, he began sucking on your clit again. you panted, gripping his head harder, pressing him more into you. you clenched around his fingers harder and before you could warn him, you were squirting all over his face. he gulped it down happily, drinking from you like he was a parched man and you a fountain. he sat up and smiled at you, your juices dripping from his chin. you sighed as he let up, body relaxing into the floor. “i love it when you do that.”

“i don’t.”

“why.” he whined like a petulant child.

“it takes a lot out of me. take your pants off.” he obliged, sliding them to the middle of his thighs.

“you’re bossy,” he joked.

“you like it.” he nodded his head with a smirk on his face, he does like it, you’re the only person who can put him in his place. he lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his body engulfed yours, wrapping his arms around and you cradling your head as his body bent over yours. he lined his tip up with your entrance. he groaned as he pushed into you, your walls fluttered around him and you took him inch by inch. you turned your head to him searching for his lips. “Sugu.” you whispered, he turned to face you and you pressed your lips to his. he began thrusting into you, your lips moved against each other, you sucked on his tongue and his eyes rolled back. his moan vibrated through your head, you took the ball of his piercing into your mouth, rolling your tongue over it and biting the metal playfully.

“you’re so big.” you rested your head on the ice, your ass was pressed against it. the tights were ripped around your thighs, your panties pulled to the side rubbing against Sugurus cock as he fucked you.

“you’re so tight,” he moaned. “fuck, i love you.” your eyes widened. that was the first time he ever said it to you. his thrusts slowed down and grew deeper, he went from slutting you out to fucking you passionately. “i love you.” he pressed his lips to yours, his hand that was cradling your head tangled into your hair, pulling at it to make you look at him. his tongue ran over your lips, opening them and sliding it into your mouth. you took a minute to kiss him back, your eyes stayed open as he kissed you. his pelvis rubbed directly on your clit and your eyes crossed. he cock continuously rubbed your g-spot, his tip nudged your cervix. you panted and moaned into his mouth, he breathed you in, soaking up every sound that escaped your lips.

“i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered.

“me too.” the kiss between you two grew sloppy, less of a kiss and more of a combination of tongues and slobber. everything was so wet, your face with his spit, your body with sweat, in between your legs with his precum and your arousal. “i’m gonna cum in this tight pussy, gonna fill you up. wanna watch you grow, watch your stomach get bigger causa me.” you moaned at his words, who knew Suguru Geto had a breeding kink? “tell me.” he bit your lip. “tell me you want it. you want my kids.”

“fuck, i want it.” you sobbed, back arching to his chest.

“you want it? wanna be a mommy? gonna make me a daddy?”

“yes! gonna make you a daddy, want you to make me a mommy.” you slurred, words stringing together.

“you’re gonna be such a pretty mommy, princess, gonna have the cutest kids.” he lifted his face to look into your eyes. he gripped your chin, making you look at him. “look at me when you cum, keep your eyes open.” you tried but your eyes rolled back into your head. he landed quick gentle slaps to your face “open ‘em.” your mouth dropped open, you tried to tell him you were close but all that came out were garbled words. “i know, pretty girl, you’re so close.” he mocked. “gonna cum all over me? make a mess? let it go.” you cried out as you came, voice cracking from the volume. “there it is, let it out for me.” your legs shook with your orgasm, your back arched and fell with tremors. “i’m gonna cum.” his thrust faltered, one, two, three more before he filled you up. there was so much of it that you swore you could see your stomach expanding with each rope.

“Sugu, there’s so much.”

“fuck, i know.” it seeped out around him, dripping from you down his balls. he pulled out of you, wincing as the coldness of the rink met his cock. he laid next to you, sprawling out on the ice. “i meant it.” you looked at him. “i know what you’re thinking, i meant it. i wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t.” you sighed with relief.

“i love you too.” he smiled so wide you thought it would stick to his face. “did you mean the other thing?”

“what? making you a mom?” you nodded. “fuck yeah.” he laughed. “you’d look hot as a mom.”

“Suguru!”

“what?! you would. and i’d get to watch it. getting hard jus’ thinkin’ bout it.”

“you’re gross.” your face turned up jokingly.

“maybe but it’s more than that. i want that with you, i want kids with you, wanna have everything with you.”

“i want it too.”

“really?”

“yeah but it might be too early right now.” you turned on your side, laying your head on his chest. “how about… meeting my grandfather next saturday?”

“ok. is he gonna kill me?”

“probably.”

“fuck.”

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