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I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+
Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.
Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.
Thanks to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing bestie
Iâm astounded at the response to the preview I posted last week. Thank you so much for the love, I hope you enjoy all 40k (20k wtf did my brain go)
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As you pull up to the little house at the end of the street, you look over to the sweet boy with blonde hair and green eyes nervously, curtaining a strand of hair behind one ear. He shoots you a smirk, white pearly teeth peeking from behind pretty pink lips. The date has gone phenomenally well, the conversation over dinner was easy and your date even easier on the eyes. You smooth your hands over the dress youâre wearing, picking at imaginary lint as youâre entirely unsure of what to say next.
Daniel, your date, leans onto the center console, the scent of his minty breath roping you in. âSo, dinner was like, forty dollars.â
Your brows pinch together, the topic of conversation coming from left field.
âAnd the flowers were about twenty.â He says, his voice hinting at a subtext lost on you.
You think back to the flowers, a cascade of spring colours that drenched you in their floral scent. They sit on your dresser in a vase, waiting eagerly for you to come home.
âOkayâŚ?â You ask, unsure of what heâs getting at.
Daniel sighs, suddenly the frustration you didnât see before is clear on his face. âWell, I think I deserve some compensation for the princess treatment, donât you think?â
Heâs raising his brow suggestively, and the atmosphere in the car turns thick as you realize what heâs referring to. You feel so stupid. Suddenly the smirk on his face isnât sweet, itâs sleazy. The cologne heâs wearing isnât earthy, itâs gross. Heâs not a good guy, and you feel foolish for thinking otherwise.
You think fast, lowering your eyelashes in a feigned blush. âActually, I think it deserves just a little more than that. Be right back, Iâm going to grab a condom.â You wink as you get out, the cherry on top.
Daniel lights right up, apparently not expecting his ridiculous method to work. The sound of him undoing his belt makes you nearly gag as you run in the front door.
Your dad, the sweetheart of a single father he is, welcomes you with a kind smile until he sees your crestfallen face. âYou okay?â
âNo,â you choke back, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. âHeâs demanding I repay him for dinner.â
âRepay?â You tilt your head, inferring what it means. âOh. Fucking twerp. You need me toââ
âCan I have 60 bucks?â You interrupt him, avoiding his angry eyes.
He melts. âSure.â
You walk back out the door, head held high right to the little corvette that sits at the end with the cheeky asshole sitting contently, waiting for his treat. The window is still open from earlier in the night, which works right in your favor.
âHere,â you toss the bills at him, allowing a small smile to grace your face at his confusion. âSince youâre so worried about being paid.â
As soon as he understands what youâre telling him, his face curves into a scowl, embarrassed, but too proud to say so. âLike I wanted to do it with Eddie Munsonâs slut anyway!â
Halfway back up to the house, you turn back to the car as the engine growls into the night. How does that make sense? you wonder. Why am I being called a slut when I refused to put out?
The front door to your house slams shut again, and your dad receives the message that you would not like to talk about it. âEd called just now, by the way,â he mentions as you reach the top of the stairs. Your pause in gait tells him you heard him, but you donât respond because you can hear the smirk he wears, as much as you repeatedly tell him that Eddie is just a friend.
The flowers you thought so fondly of now have a looming presence in your room, like a dark shadow menacingly waiting in the corner. You ignore them as you lift the pastel phone to your ear, dialing the number you know by heart.
He picks up on the first ring. âHi, sweetheart.â Relief washes over you, instant and comforting.
âHey, Eds. How was your date?â You and he had the same plans tonight, you just hope it turned out better for him.
âIt sucked,â he sighs, sounding like heâs rummaging through his messy chest of drawers. âShe didnât want a date, I guess.â
âWell what did she want?â You ask, going through your own drawers for something comfier to wear.
âUh, to be shown a good time,â he answers dryly, the sound of rummaging coming to a sudden stop. âHeard the rumors of Munsonâs magic fingers and apparently only wanted that.â
Yikes, you think. Eddieâs had many hook ups in the back of his van, but as of late heâs finding himself defeated when they donât want him, just what he can do for them. Your heart hurt for him last week when he admitted they rarely, if ever, reciprocated.
You didnât think itâd be an appropriate moment to tell him you would happily reciprocate for him.
âThatâs extremely shitty. Guess itâs not all that different from my date though, who expected payback from spending a lousy sixty bucks.â
âPayback?â
âAsked me to suck his dick and pointed to it,â you say, a million times more bluntly than you could to your dad.
âI knew that Daniel guy was an asshole,â he mutters, mostly to himself. âI think our shitty dates deserve each other.â
You laugh, holding the PJs you plan on wearing as you sit cross legged on your bed. âTo be honest, I donât think Daniel wouldâve been all that great in bed anyway.â
âI couldâve told you that. He looks like he would call thirty seconds a long time,â Eddie laughs. âSit tight, princess, I think weâve earned pancake night at Bennyâs.â
âCâmon, I was just about to get comfy!â You whine.
âNah, wear the pretty dress. It deserves to see a strawberry milkshake, donât you agree?â
Honestly, a milkshake night with your best friend is exactly what you need. âSure. See you in twenty?â
âEh, ten.â
You throw out the flowers, tossing the vase full of water into the kitchen sink, shrugging when your dad gives you an apologetic look. You certainly are already over it, just another asshole in Hawkins, who wouldâve thought? When the loud music from Eddieâs stereo pulls up, your dad nods in understanding, telling you to have fun as you leave through the front door.
The date night dress you wear is a summer dress that sits just above your knees, held together by spaghetti straps decorated with pretty blue florals. It's a dress you go to for formal events, and even saw a dance or two back in high school. Of course, you had to dust it off for the cute boy in your Psych class who ended up being a complete dickwad.
The fabric of Eddieâs beat up van is familiar. So familiar that you could argue his passenger seat has a permanent indent from your ass. Eddie has, in fact, pointed it out from one night stoned in the back with him, giggling as you vehemently denied it. At your sudden quiet shut down stature, he patted your ass gently, claiming that he didnât want any other personâs ass planted on his seat except yours.
That conversation, as hazy as it was, stayed in your mind for days after the fact.
Eddieâs dressed in his own version of a date night outfit, tight jeans exposing his knees with jagged rips under a leather jacket and plain black t-shirt. Heâs gorgeous, tauntingly so. Itâs not much different from an ordinary outfit, but the faint smell of fresh laundry detergent and his best cologne is the best evidence heâs all dressed up.
The loud music speaks for him, loudly, pulling off before your seatbelt is even clicked into place.
The path from your house to Bennyâs is well trekked by you and Eddie on late nights when you shouldâve been doing homework but ended up goofing off instead. Martha, a waitress thatâs been working there well over twenty years, smiles with smeared red lipstick and too much blue eyeshadow.
You walk in stride with each other, straight to the corner booth as the husk of 20 years of chain smoking barks over the gentle music, âHey, you two! Eddie, are you finally taking this girl of yours on a date?â
Shut up, you silently beg her, avoiding either of their eyes as you stare at your lap, seemingly fixated on a loose thread at the hem of your dress.
âOh, Iâm not that lucky,â Eddie winks, throwing his arm behind you on the back of the booth. âWeâre just recovering after shitty dates.â
âOne day, you two,â she muses, tapping her pen rhythmically on her little notepad. Itâs never been the same notepad twice, always decorated with a little cartoon sticker on the front. Youâre tempted to run to the dollar store and grab her a larger one, but a part of you thinks she thrives on her many little notepads. âAlright, a large strawberry milkshake with two straws, pancakes with extra strawberry sauce and fresh strawberries on top, and waffles loaded with whipped cream and sprinkles. Correct?â
You nod in unison, both aware that she insists you will collectively rot the teeth out from your gums if you insist on overdosing with sugar every damn time you waltz in late at night. Sheâs given up offering other menu items, having ordered extra strawberries just to make up for your love of the fruit.
Less than five minutes later, following the blissful sound of a blender, the milkshake is wordlessly dropped off at the table, closer to you as even Martha knows you will be drinking 75% of it. The sweet, pinky taste flows easily down your throat, humming softly as you dip into the whipped cream with a finger. âBest milkshake in town,â You assert.
âI wouldnât know,â Eddie answers, smirking, âyou never let us get a milkshake from anywhere else!â
You giggle, licking some of the whipped cream that found a home in the corner of your mouth. âI could never! It would be like cheating! This milkshake would just know,â you drop your voice to a whisper, âit would smell the other milkshakes on me!â
âWe couldnât have that,â Eddie grins, grabbing the large glass to take a sip. âSorry your date was such a jerk.â
You shrug, already having gotten over it. Youâll just need to sit on the other side of the lecture hall from now on. âHe seemed so nice.â
âNo offense, sweetheart, but I couldâve told you that Daniel Moore was a shitty person,â Eddie finishes another sip of the milkshake, making a large dip in the glass as the pink slush is pulled up the straw. âHe likes to instigate.â
You rest your chin on your elbow, sad the milkshake is already nearly gone. âI had just hoped he wouldâve matured by nowâŚâ
âIn seven months?â Eddie asks you incredulously, raising his brows past his curly bangs. His expression quickly turns curious, tilting his head at you.
âWhat?â
âSo, youâre willing to bet that Daniel Moore has improved just based on personal speculation alone but youâre not willing to believe me when I say Steve Harrington is no longer a douche?â
You roll your eyes. God, you shouldâve seen this one coming. âThatâs different! I only heard about Daniel. Steve Harrington actually sat back and laughed when Tommy askedââ
âYou out as a joke, yeah, I know, Iâve heard it before,â Eddie mumbles, grinning at your shocked expression. âWell, that was like what, three years ago?â
âI still canât believe youâre friends with Steve Harrington now, of all people! Listen, I know heâs also Dustinâs friend, but I find it hard to believe that you guys even have something in common,â You shrug.
âI still canât believe you refuse to give him another chance!â Eddie playfully retorts, licking some of the whipped cream that still sits on the rim of the glass. âHeâs in your Sociology class, isnât he?â
Yeah, and he seems to insist on forcing his friendship on you, too, no matter how much you resist it. If you found friendship in Eddie, it seems reasonable to find friendship with Steve, too. Yet, thereâs a little part that remembers the cruel laughter, his carelessness with othersâ lives, and it ripples down your spine in a violent shudder.
You havenât gotten rid of the notion of being his friend completely, but itâs just not the right time for you, yet.
You shrug. The topic has too much nuance for a nice dinner with your best friend. Just in time, Martha wordlessly drops off the two plates, the smile that spreads across your face is effortless. Zachary, the night chef mustâve heard about the shitty night and added extra for you, because the mountain of strawberries on the table is huge, even for your standards.
Eddie smirks, reading your mind. âYou gonna finish all those?â
âAbsolutely!â
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Eddie sits on one side of the open courtyard, flicking off ashes from his cigarette as he waits for you to get out of class. He mentally reflects on his crazy afternoon, taking another long, much needed drag. The car with the million symptoms was one thing, but the proposition he got right before, he couldnât wrap his head around it.
Itâs been 13 days since Daniel, four awkward classes of avoiding his glare, and youâve decided to give up on boys completely. The one you want doesnât want you, and the dates youâre going on donât seem to do well no matter who you say yes to. The two offers youâve gotten in the last week were therefore denied, realizing that even if they are cute, you donât want to lead anyone on when your heart belongs to someone else.
Before the aforementioned date, you were practically begging for someone to ask you out, but for some inexplicable reason, now youâre getting offers left and right. Somehow people just know when youâre playing hard to get.
At least Eddieâs dates seem to be going terribly for him, as well. Thatâs one thing you can thankfully count on.
The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be as gorgeous as it is. Itâs practically unfair. âHey, Eds.â
He flicks the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. âHey, sweetheart.â
Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. âYou okay, there, Munson?â
He smirks, effortlessly standing up. âI suppose. Iâm not sure how to react. Or how youâll react.â
Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. âOk, Eddie, this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because youâre scaring me.â
He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. âSomeone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.â
Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to claw its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. Itâs hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will.
It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. âOh, who?â
A faint pink spreads across Eddieâs cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) âWho?â
âUm Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?â
Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tiled floors and fall into the depths of hell.
âShe asked you out?â
âHey! Donât act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!â
That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, theyâd be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per se. But a girl like Chrissy, one with pretty blonde curls, adorable smile and a sweet disposition, itâs like your worst nightmare come true.
Thanks to living in such a small town, you can recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didnât intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldnât work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bullyâŚyou had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out.
This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing.
âIâm not surprised a cheerleader could like you, Iâm surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,â you answer candidly, walking in step with him to where you supposed was his van. âIâm guessing you said yes?â
âIâd be crazy not to!â Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. âIâm taking her out on Friday night.â
âAh, youâll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?â You try to keep your tone nonchalant, but bitter jealousy coats your tongue.
Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. âShit. It totally slipped my mind.â
This is also new. Even as his dates would happen, any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this doesnât become a new habit of his.
âWeâll do it on Saturday, yeah?â
You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that heâs truly excited. As a best friend, you try to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing.
Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what will probably be another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed.
You smoke more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong hit rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself.
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A weight on your bed suddenly dips down and you sit up quickly to face Eddie sitting on the corner of your mattress with a small smile on his face. Your headphones, still playing the obnoxiously loud music that drowned out his knocks, fall off your head as you sit up. You press the STOP button, clicking loudly in the silence as you stare at your best friend.
The anxiety of his date has eaten you all night long, the only thing strong enough to distract it being music loud enough to hurt your eardrums. You always feel some sort of anxiety, but tonight was even worse, eating at your brain in fear of how painful it might be to be third wheeling with him after being his #1 for so long.
For once, you canât tell how it went. A slimy, selfish part of you is hoping he shares bad news. His smile breaks. Into a bigger, much brighter beam. Damn.
âHow did it go?â You ask, already knowing the answer.
Eddie slams himself onto the bed next to you, hiding his eyes with his hands with his dimples deep, his pearly whites exposed. âFuck, it was the best date Iâve ever had.â
Your heart shatters. âThat good?â
âGod, sheâsâ much better than I thought she couldâve been,â Eddie answers, peeking out from behind his hands. âItâs fucking crazy.â
Of course Chrissy Cunningham, a known sweetheart, is everything heâs ever dreamed of. Of course she lived up to his expectations. Just your luck. âIâm just jealous of your remarkable turn in luck, I guess.â
Eddie chuckles, turning onto his stomach to face you as he kicks his feet. âYouâll have your turn, baby.â
The pet name stings in the worst way. Instead, you raise your brow at him. âLook at you lookinâ like a schoolgirl with a crush. Pretty boy doesnât even need makeup with all that blush.â
He rolls his eyes, pinching you on the shin. âYouâre such a shithead.â
âYeah, well you still choose to hang out with me anyway, so, thatâs on you.â It takes everything in you to ask the following question, âSo, tell me about your date, will ya?â
He does. He rattles on and on about how pretty she is, how easy the conversation was, how much she surprised him, how the night ended with a kiss that had Eddie giggling. He lays next to you, leather jacket put aside on the corner chair and boots next to your bunny slippers at the end of your bed. Your small twin mattress has you close in proximity, your side in direct contact with him as he rests his head on his hands.
âSheâs such a cool girl, you know?â
Youâre half asleep by now, allowing the exhaustion to overwhelm the slight ache in your chest. It zaps through your heart, overwhelms your senses and makes you dizzy. Your eyes flutter shut, but Eddie keeps talking softly next to you.
âWhy were you blasting your 8-track, anyway?â
The question harshly yanks you out of the haze, failing to think of something that doesnât seem completely false. You wish you were a better liar. âJust stressed out about your date.â
He gives you a strange look, eyebrows tilted. âHmm?â
âWe both havenât had a very good track record, lately, and if things wonât turn around for me, then at least they should do one of us a favor.â Not, not the truth, but definitely an over exaggerated version of it.
âYouâre so good to me, you know?â Eddie asks, intertwining his hand with yours. âWasting your anxiety on me.â
The rings are harsh against your skin, squeezing your fingers tightly. The physical hurt is almost comforting in direct contrast to your emotional hurt.
His scent is comforting, as it lures you like the pied piper into the land of sleep. Itâs about another twenty minutes until he realizes there are soft snores coming from you. He doesnât care to drive all the way home, despite it only being a five minute drive away.
He falls asleep to your comforting breaths, allowing your hand to remain engulfed in his.
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The loud ringing of your phone jerks you awake, quickly crawling to the side of your bed as you grab it from the dock housed on the floor.
âHello?â Sleep sits deep in your voice, spelling out clearly to your caller that you just woke up.
It just occurs to you that you couldâve just allowed your dad to answer it.
âGood morning, sunshine,â Eddieâs voice is chipper, alarmingly so since youâre not even awake yet.
âYou sound way too awake for someone that didnât believe in waking up before 1pm,â you quip, rubbing your eyes sleepily.
âHa,â he deadpans, yet it's clear heâs smiling. âChris wants to meet you. I mean, I know youâve already met her, but you know, as my girlfriend?â
Ugh. Itâs been a harrowing three weeks. âYeah, sure. What did you want to do with her?â
âI thought we could introduce her to pancake night,â Eddie sheepishly answers, like he knows you would be hesitant to invite someone into your holy ritual.
Yeah. You donât want to invite her. ButâŚyou asked for patience last month and it seemed that the universe has answered with a lovesick Eddie Munson.
âI donât see why not,â you lie, finding it rolls off the tongue much easier than it used to.
âYouâre the best! Iâll see after you study in the library, yeah?â He knows your schedule. On Thursdays after the morning Sociology class, you opt to crawl up into a small corner and hermit yourself with snacks and a pile of books to get the work that needs to be done finished.
In high school, you could get away with doing minimum work and passing, but with your dad paying and barely able to afford it even with his second job, it sent the need to do your work to the best of your ability for once. You owed him at least that much from all the calls of missed classes for four years straight.
âSure.â
As you stretch while hanging up the phone, you glance over to the alarm clock to see the time and it lurches you forward in bed to scramble for clothes, textbooks, and scattered papers as your lecture starts in less than twenty minutes. Youâre usually already sitting in the seat by then.
On your way out the door, your dad is surprised youâre still home, offering to drive you. You donât want to burden him even more than you already have, so you insist you can ride your bike and still get there on time. Well, at least you hope you can.
The bike rack is nearly full when you get to the college, six or seven locks messily put around the poles, most bikes already fallen over. You jam your bike in between two of them, hurriedly wrangling the annoying coil of sturdy cable between what youâre sure is entangled in someone elseâs lock, too. Whatever, they shouldâve been more organized.
The clock on the wall tells you class started three minutes ago and your heart falls to your stomach, knowing the professor is a stickler for punctuality. His words falter as soon as you enter the hall, the heavy door echoing its creak against the walls. He graciously allows you to sit and get situated before he continues. He makes examples of every late student, and you figured you would never be in his laser eyed focus. Well, before your alarm decided not to go off.
The last chair available is the corner chair in the front row, the one spot in class you love to avoid. Itâs too close for comfort, a place he often chooses for students to answer his questions even if they donât raise their hand.
That, and itâs right beside Steve Harrington.
His fingers raise from the desk as a greeting, sharing a sweet smile as you start to collect your textbook and notes. You awkwardly smile back at him, your attention snapped back to the professor as he pointedly talks right at your desk in his lecture. Fuck, thisâll be annoying.
By the time the three hour lecture ends, your hand hurts from the amount of notes you wrote down, one side covered in graphite from smudging the paper. Your stomach grumbles, asking loudly for lunch after neglecting to eat breakfast as usual.
Unbeknownst to you, Steve follows a step behind. âThat lecture was brutal,â You hear from behind you. You toss your head over your shoulder to glance back at him before turning back around.
âI guess.â You say awkwardly. Here we go again.
âOut of curiosity, how are Eddie and his new girlfriend doing? Chrissy Cunningham, huh? I cannot say I saw that coming.â
Neither did you. âTheyâre doing great, from what I hear. Havenât really met her, yet,â you answer, heading straight to the small cafe that has a home in the heart of the campus. âListen, Steve, I really donât want to talk about this right now.â
âWhy not? You donât think heâs happy with her, or something?â
You stop midstep, turning to face him. âItâs not that. I just donât have the capacity for it, ok?â
âYou like him,â Steve accuses, his brows meeting his hairline.
Your jaw drops, stuttering through an empty sentence. âI do not like him!â
âReally?â Steve laughs, crossing his arms as he watches you build a brick wall around yourself. âSo you not wanting to talk about his new girlfriend has nothing to do with the way your face fell when I asked about it?â
How the hell did Steve Harrington pick up on it so fast, of all people?
âEven if I did, why the hell would I want to talk about it with someone I donât even know?â You sigh, looking wistfully over to the cafe. âBesides, Iâm not even caffeinated yet.â
Steve rolls his eyes, nodding towards the said cafe. âHere, if I treat you to some coffee will you talk to me about it?â
âIf you add a wrap to the deal, then Iâll think about it,â You say dryly, pulling a laugh from him.
The barista, a student who youâve gotten to know is somehow managing to do pre-law and work part time smiles nicely.
âIâll get a vanilla latte with nonfat milk and an extra pump of vanilla, please.â
Steve raises his brow at you before making his own order, âIâll get a medium black coffee with room for creamer, please, and whatever this lady wants from the menu.â
You scan until you reach the egg omelet wrap with mushroom, bell peppers, and tomatoes. âThe loaded omelet wrap.â
After Steve pays he meets you on the handout counter. âWhy nonfat milk and the extra pump of vanilla?â
âIf I get nonfat then I can replace the sugar with the extra vanilla.â
âPretty sure thatâs not how that works.â
You pick up the cup as it lands on the counter, wincing at the temperature on your tongue. âIt works.â
Steve grabs his, shaking his head as he makes his way over to pour some creamer in.
The wrap is soon presented as well, steaming in its cardboard sleeve as the scent alone pools on your tongue with saliva. The only thing that got you through that lecture was just the thought of lunch.
Steve meets you at a two-top by the window, setting his own bag down as he sits right across from you.
The omelet, much too hot to eat, sits waiting for you on the chestnut brown table as you sip on the latte. The latte is much too hot as well, but youâve never had enough patience to wait for that caffeine kick. If you werenât so afraid of your professorâs wrath you wouldâve shown up another ten minutes late with a coffee cup in hand.
Steve allows you and himself a few minutes of quiet before he speaks. âSo, why donât you tell him?â
You cough mid sip, mentally apologizing to your lungs for allowing non-oxygen to make its way in. âIâm sorry?â
âStop pretending. Eddie was dead on when he said you were a bad liar,â Steve says, grinning with stupid smirk on his face.
âWhy have you and Eddie talked about me?â You ask, narrowing your glance towards him.
âAre you kidding? Youâre all he talks about,â Steve shrugs, so nonchalant that you have no choice but to believe him. âKind of annoying, actually.â
âWhy?â
âI have to hear about how great of a friend this girl is but also how she canât stand me.â
You huff in laughter at how distraught he genuinely seems by it, his face contorted into someone who definitely isnât used to rejection. You cock an eyebrow at him. âCan you exactly blame me?â
âYes! I can! Everybody loves me!â Steve rolls his eyes playfully, and damn it if you canât help but find it mildly amusing.
âHate to break it to you, there, sweetheart, but the people who were picked on by you donât exactly crave to be around your oh-so-wonderful presence.â
He squints, crossing his arms as he leans forward. âPicked on? I mean thatâs a little harsh, consideringââ
âFine, yes, you didnât exactly jeer, or outright bully even, but you watched and laughed along and sometimes that feels even worse,â you admit, feeling suddenly small under his gaze. âTommy and Carol said shit, thatâs just what they did⌠But sitting back and watching sometimes is just as bad. You were nice, sometimes, I guess. But the fact that you had that capacity for kindness and chose against it just spoke volumes.â
âI met them in seventh grade. They werenât as bad back then, mostly just somewhat belligerent. They got worse over time, but we all had terrible home lives, it was like we were the only ones that got what that was likeâŚand somewhere along the way, I forgot that just because we had an excuse didnât mean they had the right.â
âI guess that makes sense,â you answer, glancing at the omelet, debating taking your first steaming bite. âI mean, Iâm not condoning it, but sometimes loyalty can be blinding.â
âIâm not that douche, anymore. I got that knocked out of me when I was seventeen. Literally. Now I spend most of my free time with a high school junior,â he laughs, taking another large sip of his coffee.
âAah, Dustin,â you hum, thinking of the many instances where he had tried to convince you of what Steve had just told you. What made you so insistent on denying believing in either of your friends seems to dissipate, however, just in the friendliness that Steve radiates alone. Damn his charisma. âWould you believe me if I said he vouched for you many times?â
âThe kid loves me, what can I say?â He shrugs, not hiding his laughter. âNow. Back to you. Why not tell him?â
No use in hiding it. If Steve can bare his soul in the middle of the day at a damn cafe just to get you to trust him, you suppose you owed him the same. ââCause he doesnât feel the same,â you answer, starting to peel open the snack from the hunger pang. âWhy make it weird when thereâs nothing that could come from it?â You shrug, looking down sheepishly as the weight of your words sink into your heart like a stone.
âDoesnât like you. Are you sure about that?â Steve asks, licking his lips.
You hesitate. âIs this a trick question?â
âNope. I just wonder if you truly believe it, or if youâre too scared to let yourself have something youâve wanted for so long.â
âWhere do you get off on acting like youâre some sort of expert on this?â You ask, folding your arms across your chest. The question rings out from the mere fact that he is dead on the nose. He couldnât be any more right. The very idea that Eddie had even an inkling of what you had for him scares you to death. You would rather keep him as a friend and lie in wait than lose him from a great love and not have him at all.
âIâm more observant than most people give me credit for,â he admits, twirling his almost empty coffee cup. âIâve heard countless hours of Eddie talking about you, yet I havenât heard him speak once about Chrissy. That says a lot, donât you think?â
âWell, me neither, and Iâm his best friend. Donât get down on your luck.â
âYou are both idiots. Just tell him. Seriously. Iâm sick of you both acting like a pair of love sick fools.â
âYou seem to be very convinced of something that is not real,â you tell him, garbled from the bite of omelet youâre in the middle of swallowing. âIf you keep this energy up when youâre studying, you would probably do pretty well for yourself.â
âFine. Remain in denial. I donât care. You can destroy yourself from the inside. Who cares? Just, let me in. I need someone to help me with these assignments. They are mind numbingly dull.â He throws his hands up like heâs admitting defeat.
âYou need a study buddy?â You laugh, hiding the food that sits in between bites. âI suppose that could be arranged.â
âSweet. Now are you gonna treat me to a coffee every now and then, or?â
âI have a single father, not an unlimited credit card from Daddyâs big business, Steve Harrington.â You say matter-of-factly, jabbing your finger towards him accusingly.
âOh, so I have to provide the newly released movies and buy the coffee, I see how it is.â
âPrivilege breeds responsibility, Stevie. I donât make the rules.â You give him a half smirk. As you look at him, youâre finally seeing the person you thought could see all those years ago behind the mask of his terrible friends. Steveâs ambush would be the best thing to come out of the next few weeks.
Because it turned into hell.
-
As your hair runs wild behind you, thereâs a grand attempt to allow yourself to let the wind distract you from the sinking feeling in your gut. It grows bigger and bigger, until it becomes unbearable as you reach the gravel lining the trailer park. You allow your bike to fall heavily on the trailer, taking a moment to collect your courage before knocking on Eddieâs front door.
It feels weird knocking. You canât even recall the last time you did. But, you refuse to overstep any boundaries that might not be communicated yet. Being on Chrissyâs good side will make your life a lot easier.
Eddie answers the door, out of breath and sweating with wild eyes and even crazier hair. âHey!â
âHey,â you greet, stepping in right behind him. You blink, taking in the pristine surroundings. Itâs like stepping into an alternate dimension, one where Eddie and Wayne regularly cleaned their trailer and preferred the smell of lavender over stale beer and greasy pizza boxes. The kitchen is spotless, the living room has a lit candle sitting on the coffee table, and the shelves containing the million mugs were dusted. âWho are you and what the hell did you do with my best friend?â You laugh.
He chuckles sheepishly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as protection. âUh, is it too much?â
âBetter warn her now so she doesnât get used to cleanliness,â you answer, watching as the surfaces around you sparkle and shine.
âHa, ha. I have to get dressed. I have some snacks on the kitchen counter. You mind starting the popcorn?â Eddie doesnât bother waiting for you to answer, already walking to his room.
You get a glimpse of his bedroom as he shuts the door behind him, smirking at the clothes still scattered on his floor. At least one part of this little haven of yours remains normal.
The popcorn shakes in your hold as you continually stir it on the stove to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the thin aluminum bottom and burning. Just as the first batch of kernels reach their limit, a knock from the front door hits, each one feeling like a crack in any normalcy youâve ever had.
Things will never feel the same ever again. Not after tonight. On your way to open the door you try to tell yourself that it can be a good thing.
Right?
The door opens to the once head cheerleader of Hawkins High, wearing a pink dress that fits her tiny frame nicely with blonde curls and bangs that beautifully frame her face. Her hands are folded behind her back, standing meekly in white sneakers and long lashes and blue eyeshadow. Itâs hard not to be envious of how pretty she is.
Itâs clear sheâs not expecting you to open the door. âHey! Sorry, Eddieâs just in his room. He should be out any minute.â
âOh. Ok,â she enters as you back up, wringing her hands together, probably out of anxiety. âWhat movie did he rent?â
âYou know, I was so busy making fun of him for cleaning up for once I didnât bother to ask,â you admit, hoping to make the atmosphere just a little bit lighter.
She looks around the place, seemingly taking it in. âHmm,â she hums, walking over to the couch. âItâs cute when they try so hard.â
âSure,â you answer, walking back to the kitchen, hoping the popcorn isnât irredeemably burnt. âDo you want butter on the popcorn?â
âYes please!â
Youâre in the middle of mentally begging Eddie to come out already while the butter melts in the microwave, the hum of the microwave loud in the silence.
âOkay! Iâm ready!â Eddie announces, opening the bedroom door with a flourish. âSorry for the wait!â
As he gets to the couch behind Chrissy, he wraps her in a big hug and plants kisses all over her neck. âHow you doinâ, sweetheart?â
You hold back the nausea as you pour the hot butter all over the popcorn in the large plastic bowl. You find it ironic that this is the same bowl youâve held back Eddieâs hair over as he hurled into it. You just hope Wayne thoroughly cleaned it.
âPopcorn is ready, can yâall help me bring the chips and candy?â You ask, shaking the bowl to coat the butter over each kernel.
âWe can do that,â Eddie answers, grabbing Chrissyâs hand as they walk to the kitchen.
âHow can I help?â Chrissy asks, arms open as she looks around a kitchen she has no familiarity with.
âUm thereâs some soda in the fridge, grab me and Ed a Coke, and you can grab yourself whatever you want,â you answer, pointing to the twenty year old fridge in the corner.
âHand me some,â you command, holding a single hand for one of the many bags of snacks Eddie juggles.
The popcorn and a couple dozen little bags land on the coffee table in front of a blank tv screen. Chrissy sits with a soft grunt in between the two of you, cradling the cans of coke and sprite in her tiny arms.
She distributes the cans, handing them over to you and him. Eddie squats in front of the TV, pressing play on the tape which he apparently already prepared to watch. His plaid boxers peek out of his jeans, sitting above the studded belt as he adjusts volume and picture.
You share a smile with the blonde, opening your can and wincing at the loud hiss. You keep thinking about the days you and Chrissy will look back on how awkward this was. How the first days of this trio were so weird, and off putting, and how she thought you were a bitch when she met you.
Where sheâs a friend.
You have to try.
âWhat are we watching?â
Eddie turns around slowly, that over exaggerated smile on his face that tells you heâs up to nothing but trouble. âOh just a little somethinââ
âOh god,â you wince, knowing that look on his face. You lean into her, whispering, âHope you like horror.â
Chrissy turns to you with wide eyes and a queasy smile. âNot really.â
âOh, this one is a classic,â Eddie promises, animatedly using his hands as he crouch-walks back next to her. âIf any movie can turn someone into a horror fan, itâs this one.â
As soon as the music starts playing you recognize it. Itâs a tune youâve heard many times in his living room, subjected to it too many times if you had anything to say about it. Of course, youâll watch it with him every time, regardless.
âHalloween? Seriously? The serial killer stalking the babysitter? You couldnât think of anything else?â You roll your eyes. He could probably do a whole reenactment of the movie word for word if he tried.
âItâs a classic for a reason, sweetheart,â Eddie tells you, grabbing the bowl straight away. Of course, he will rip through the popcorn, he always does.
You feel Chrissy tense up, not that you can blame her. You suppose a talk about proper pet names will be necessary.
Each bag of snacks is eventually opened because you canât stick to one bag long enough to finish it even if you tried. You get bored of the same taste too often. You have your favorite few, fuzzy peaches, M&Ms, Reese's Pieces, Swedish fish, and last and most controversially, at least where Eddieâs concerned, salt and vinegar chips.
He always has his own snacks at his disposal from nights of having the munchies, always on a dollar store run for said snacks. At each movie night he restocks, both yours and his alike, and suddenly you realize you will need to remember Chrissyâs too, if youâre going to be cordial.
With each bloody death that splatters the walls on screen, Chrissy grows closer and closer to Eddie. Thereâs a part of you that has considered using scary movies to cuddle up to him, but youâre just not genuinely scared of them enough to consider it. The ruse wouldâve faded eventually. You try not to let the jealousy eat you up from the inside, no matter how much it burns your skin.
His arm wraps around her, petting her shoulder gently as she whimpers at the slash of his knife. âItâs corn syrup. Totally fake. You can tell by the color, itâs way too bright.â
Towards the end, the loud, chirpy, nauseating sound of kissing fills your ears. Your eyes canât help it, they move towards the noise and immediately regret it. Oh god, theyâre kissing. If you can even call that kissing. Heâs practically engulfed her mouth.
Surely, with the company they have, theyâll stop, right? Their heads will remember and sheepishly get the fuck off each other? Right?
Two scenes and what feels like forever, later, you realize how wrong you are. âIâm glad you two are crazy for each other, really I am, but can we please wait until Iâm gone?â You give an awkward laugh to try to stifle the discomfort coursing through your veins.
Eddie makes a surprised sound, almost like he completely forgot you were there. âShitâsorry.â
Chrissy doesnât make any apologies, in fact, you miss the way she rolls her eyes against his chest. She wanted to keep going, hoping you would take her hint to get lost.
Before long, the end of the movie finally arrives, the end credits rolling with that famous piano tune. Chrissy has practically stitched herself to Eddieâs side, her arms wrapped around his waist. The popcorn bowl is nearly full. All that work on it for nothing.
You sigh, about to claim that itâs your cue to leave whenâ
âIâm thinking we should show Chrissy one of our pancake nights, donât ya think?â
No. You donât want that. From the way Chrissy completely tenses up, neither does she. But for his sake, you both reluctantly agree.
Hawkins looks a lot different from Eddieâs backseat.
As the ring of the bell against the glass door announces your arrival, Marthaâs head snapping up from the magazine sheâs buried her nose in. âHey you two, I was wondering when I would see you again!â
You and Eddie walk directly to the corner booth, as per usual, Chrissy trailing a half step behind him with her left hand intertwined with his right. Before Martha walks up to the booth, she starts the blender, the sound oddly comforting for how uneasy you feel.
âWell, looks like we got ourselves a little straggler! Whatâs your name darlinâ?â She asks, the notebook she now holds a dark purple instead of the red she had last time.
Chrissy stares blankly at her, curling back into him. You donât remember her being this shy in High School.
âThis is Chrissy,â Eddie introduces her, giving her a fond look. âSheâs my girlfriend.â
Marthaâs penciled brows raise straight to her ruby red hair, the chewing gum loud in her silence. Her surprise only lasts two seconds, shifting into hospitality for the new member. âWelcome to these twoâs many, many nights spent here at Bennyâs. In fact, could you make them come a little less often. Weâre starting to get annoyed at them.â She jokes, throwing a wink at you.
You laugh with Eddie, taking note of the fact that Chrissy is still silent.
âAlright, well I already know what these two want, did you need a second to look over the menu?â
She nods.
âAlright, well, Iâll be right back with your milkshake.â
âCan you make it one medium, one large with two straws?â You ask Martha, sure it would get more awkward if she brought one for you and Eddie to share.
âOh, sure,â she answers, her voice unusually soft.
Less than five minutes later she returns with two milkshakes and a menu.
âOh,â Chrissy comments, looking curiously at the pink ice cream drink in front of her. âI donât really like strawberry. Can I get vanilla instead?â
Your forehead meets the table, punishing yourself. âShit. Iâm so sorry! I didnât even think to ask.â Eddie apologizes.
âItâs fine.â Chrissy smiles sweetly at him.
âOh, you gotta eat breakfast, itâs tradition,â Eddie mutters, switching her page to the all day breakfast menu.
âHmm,â she responds, pointing to one of the menu options. âI think Iâll get the poached egg with the avocado toast.â
âAlright. Should be out quickly,â Martha answers, grabbing the milkshake from them.
âHow often do you guys come here?â Chrissy asks, turning her face to Eddie.
He shrugs nonchalantly. âProbably more often than we should. Like when shit goes sideways, or we need a hit of sugar, or when we just feel like bugging Miss Martha, over there.â
âWhen did you start coming?â
âMy junior year,â you answer, smiling at the memory, âhis second attempt at senior year, we both didnât want to go to the stupid school dance, so we decided to get dressed up and come here, instead.â
âWhy didnât you want to go?â
Eddie shrugs, petting her shoulder with his thumb. âWe thought it was dumb. Then, we ened up coming back when both of us failed this one really important bio test. Then, by the third time she remembered our orders and had the blender going by the time we sat down.â
Eddie asks how your day was, so you inform him you managed to have a civilized conversation with Steve Harrington. You have an audience for the conversation, one member animatedly interested, the other politely listening.
Polite is definitely the way to describe it, no spark in her eye. At least, not the one she wears when she listens to her boyfriend speak. In fact, you can practically see them glaze over.
Just as you nearly avoid explaining the main topic of the awkward conversation, Martha comes back over with two plates, one for you, one for Chrissy. Itâs only half a moment until sheâs back with the new milkshake and third plate.
The mountain of strawberries is bigger than average this time, this larger size becoming something you might get used to if the staff continues to spoil you like this. You take another flick of whipped cream from the top of the milkshake, suddenly realizing youâve barely taken a sip the entire time. Damn, itâs usually half gone by the time you get your food.
âDo you guys order the same thing everytime?â Chrissy asks, looking at both of your plates.
âYup!â You exclaim, spreading the strawberry sauce around your plate.
Her blonde brows furrow. âMaybe itâs not good to eat this much sugar every time you guys come here,â she comments, cutting at her squishy green toast. It doesnât look appetizing to you in the least.
âItâs not like we come here every night,â Eddie laughs, spreading his sprinkled whip around the fluffy waffle. âItâs fine to indulge every now and then, you know?â
âMaybe you guys should try something a little healthier?â Chrissy asks, her voice having what you think is a little bit of a bite in it.
âPeople donât exactly come here to eat healthy, Chrissy,â you laugh, thinking of the menu item called Heart Attack Jack, which is a burger doused in American Cheese with layers of bacon and a bucket of grease. Itâs not going to be a soccer momâs number one choice for health.
âYou donât have to bite my head off, it was just a suggestion,â Chrissy mutters, curling into herself.
âI-I didnât,â you reply, very surprised at her knee jerk reaction. âIâm just saying, if we wanted to go somewhere to eat healthy, we probably wouldnât pick a greasy diner in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, Iâm not sure anywhere in Hawkins really has the healthiest choice.â
âChris, what sheâs trying to say is that eating a crap load of sugar is just tradition at this point,â Eddie says, intertwining her hand with his. âItâs a part of our ritual. You donât have to eat like us if you donât want to, we just thought youâd want to be included.â
âItâs just a lot of sugar, is all.â Sheâs barely taken a chunk out of her food, resembling a bunny in the very small, very tiny bites she continues to take. âMaybe I wonât join you guys next time. I donât really understand the point.â She says sheepishly.
In the depths of your soul, you feel at that moment you would probably never get along with her, have given up hope on her completely. It wouldnât be for a handful of weeks until you acknowledge that you had sound reasoning.
The bill is paid, money hitting the table on your and Eddieâs parts, the vanilla milkshake just barely touched. If you knew she wasnât gonna drink it you wouldâve doubled down on the strawberry, Eddie hates vanilla.
As you walk out to the van, trailing behind them as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, you find yourself at an impasse. âEddie, can you give me a ride home?â Chrissy asks. She moves on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, âMaybe I can ride you before you drop me off?â
The pancakes you wolfed down churn back up your throat, threatening to make their second appearance for the night.
Eddieâs cheeks flush, his eyes wide as he tugs her in. Guess that answers that question. âUm, do you need a ride?â He asks you, almost avoiding your eyes.
Chrissyâs death stare is plain as day, silently warning you not to take it. Fine, you didnât want to sit in the van with these two, anyway.
âNo, itâs fine. I can grab my bike from the back.â
Chrissy beams, her curls bouncing as she jogs to the passenger seat. You hope your ass imprint is uncomfortable for her.
Eddie returns with the bike, putting it gently down in front of you. âHey, Ed?â
âHmm?â
âMight want to teach your girlfriend how to whisper,â you tell him, grabbing the handles from him. âItâs not considered a whisper when everyone in a ten foot radius can hear!â It comes out harsher than you intend it, but with how horribly tonight has gone, you canât bring yourself to want to apologize.
âOh, fuck,â Eddie swears, the pink in his cheeks now from embarrassment. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât mention it,â you insist, dismissing it. You had a feeling she said it loud enough for you to hear on purpose, anyway. âJust use protection, ok? We donât need any more Munsons in this world running around, creating chaos.â
If you got Chrissy pregnant I would actually be sick, is what you mean.
âShut up,â Eddie laughs, wrapping you in a hug over the bike. âSee you next time, slugger.â
That was when you changed from sweetheart to slugger.
-
Thereâs no whiplash like discovering your best friend is a completely different person when heâs in a relationship. On one hand, phone calls with him are as ordinary as always, teasing and jeering and flush with the familiarity of a best friend.
On the other hand, when you meet with him and his girlfriend, he seems to dampen his wild personality and slice it into ribbons for her sake. It kills you.
Reruns play on the small tv, old cartoons Wayne recorded for a rambunctious little kid in his mix. Youâve watched them enough to know some of them by heart, especially your favorite gags.
Eddie sits in the corner of the couch, curled up with Chrissy on his lap as they talk quietly. Theyâre low enough you can barely make out what theyâre saying, but from the giggles alone, you have no interest in the nausea it would give you.
She was already in his lap when you got there, a sarcastic comment choked back having something to do with maybe getting off, opting to sit on the other end.
âOh, Ed, the movie is next Friday,â you remind him, taking another sip of the ice cold coke in front of you.
âRemind me what that was?â Eddie asks you, peering his chin over Chrissyâs head.
You narrow your eyes, scoffing in incredulousness. âUh, hello? I did not wait in line for hours for the Princess Bride just for you to forget!â
âOH, fuck I didnât realize that was coming up so quickly!â Eddie exclaims, a wild look in his eyes. âWell, shit Iâll make sure to free my oh-so-busy schedule!â
âSweet.â
âOh, I totally wanted to see that movie!â Chrissy chirps, sitting up in Eddieâs lap. âAre there any more tickets for the night you guys are going for?â
âItâs been sold out for weeks,â you shrug, chomping on a potato chip. âI stood in line for like six hours that morning.â
âOh,â she mutters, curling into him.
You wish you could say it doesnât give you great pleasure to know she wonât be able to crash your movie night.
âYou think, uh,â she starts, turning around to face you. âYou think I could have your ticket and Eddie could take me?â
You scoff, bewildered that this even crossed her mind. âI beg your pardon?â
âI mean, I really wanted to see it and it doesnât really make sense for you two to go out for a date, now that heâs dating meâŚâ
âI think you forgot the part where I stood in line for six hours to get these tickets,â you reply, trying to catch Eddieâs eyes. Heâs avoiding you.
âAnd Iâm sure weâll all go next time!â She offers as an almost smug smile plays at her lips.
She canât be serious. After watching her face, you realize she is fully expecting you to give up your ticket so she can go with him. Guess that Iron Maiden concert coming up this summer is off the table, too, you think, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
You look at him, waiting for him to say something to indicate how ridiculous his girlfriend is being, to stand up for you.
Oh. Heâs not going to.
âI really donât see the big deal.â Chrissy scoffs.
Of course you donât. âIâm sorry, but Iâm not giving you my damn ticket!â you snap. âIf you really donât want Eddie to come with me that badly then I can get Steve to take me.â
Which is ridiculous, Eddie was the one who wanted to see this movie in the first place. It looked like it was about adventure, something Eddie loves in movies. You decided then sure, since his birthday is right after the movie comes out, youâll stand in line for the tickets then treat him to a fun movie night.
If Chrissy is uncomfortable with that, then thatâs her prerogative, but she can choose something else to do with her boyfriend since she wants to so badly. You wonât let her walk all over you.
Chrissy doesnât answer, but sheâs clearly upset by yours. âItâs alright, babe,â Eddie hums, tugging her up against his chest so she curls into him. âI can wait until it comes out. Weâll just rent it, yeah?â
Youâre not sure which makes you more nauseous, the fact that he just made a plan with her that wonât come to fruition for six months, or that he had nothing to say in the conversation.
Youâve never felt so unwelcome on his couch. âIâm gonna head home. Iâll see you later.â
Whatever comes out of Eddieâs mouth then falls on deaf ears as you fight the tears that irrationally threaten to spill over your water line. Theyâre stupid, your emotions are stupid, the movie is stupid.
-
Steve sits on the other side of the light brown table in the library, hunched over some notes as you explain the concept to him once more.
âUgh, this is ridiculous, Iâm going to forget this as soon as we learn it,â Steve whines, rubbing his eyes.
âWell youâre only taking Sociology because you havenât claimed a major yet and sociology is required in most degrees.â
âThatâs true,â he smirks, stretching his arms. âThis still is all starting to look like gibberish. I get it, we live in a society in which the rules are not in our favor, why does that have to be studied to this intent?â
You shrug. âItâs fascinating.â
âTo who?â
You roll your eyes, wondering how he grew on you like a weed. âAlright, weâll take a break, then.â
âAny plans upcoming for next Wednesday?â
âUh, no, at least not that Iâm aware of,â you answer, putting your highlighter down. âWe were supposed to see the movie for it, but, well you know how that turned out.â
âIâm sure thereâs something heâs planning,â Steve assures, tapping his pencil rhythmically. âItâs not like him to not make a spectacle of his birthday.â
That, you agree with.
âDustin said he hasnât heard anything about it, either. He almost planned a surprise party for him. You think heâs just taking it easy this year?â
You doubt it, heâs turning 21, after all. Not like hasnât been going to bars since he was fifteen, but now at least heâd be able to go into a major city with his real ID without getting flagged. Last year he prattled on about plans for this one, how he was gonna have a big rager at Steveâs and drop a whole paycheck on kegs.
Youâre sure if he was going to do anything in those next two days, then he wouldâve told you by now.
That Wednesday morning, you rise early to the sound of your alarm.
The kitchen counter is already filled with the ingredients you need, preparing for a labor of love. You hook your Walkman to your jeans, listening to the music blaring in your ears as you add one ingredient at a time, watching the batter slowly come to shape.
Itâs familiar, your momâs famous homemade recipe for cake batter. After missing her many cakes and the familiarity of her food, you finally searched for the cards containing her neat print, clearly and concisely telling the reader what her recipes needed.
It became your favorite thing to do when you missed her.
As you pour the batter into each divet in the tray, you recall the first time you thought to make a birthday cupcake for Eddie.
Neither of you cared much for first period, so it was easy to catch him before he woke up. That day you presented a vanilla cupcake with a swirl of black and blue frosting. You learned that morning he hates vanilla.
Every other instance of making him a cupcake has been a litany of flavors, but never vanilla.
As they bake, you whip up the frosting with a hand mixer, hoping the low hum doesnât wake your father. He works so hard already. Red food coloring turns it from white, the process all too satisfying.
A plastic sandwich bag with the corner cut off is always just enough for you to pipe frosting on, the skilled hand youâve trained after trial and error working fast.
Your dad always knows on February 19th he will wake up to 11 cupcakes on a big plate.
The pastry sits in a comically large container as you borrow your dads truck, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon as you climb the stairs to the Munsonâs front door.
You balance the cupcake in your hand as you head straight down the hall towards Eddieâs room. The sounds filling the trailer take a moment to register, for some reason not realizing how quiet it should be on an early weekday morning. The only sounds should be that of an early bird or newspaper hitting the front door.
Dread finds home in your stomach, as if on a very instinctual level you realize what youâre hearing. Though for some crazy, masochistic reason, those instincts wanted to be sure.
His door, wide open, reveals him hunched over Chrissy with the blanket barely covering his broad shoulders as heâs rocking. Heâs rockingâŚand oh, you can hear her, too.
Sheâs moaning, whining, clawing her nails up his back like a leech, or worse, a tick, digging itself in and refusing to give up the tight hold they have on their victim.
Your mind goes empty, numb, until you hear her faintly wish him a happy birthday. You blink yourself out of the trance, blindly stumbling back into the fresh air of the living room. The cupcake lands on the kitchen counter on your way out the door, not caring as it slams behind you, definitely alerting Eddie and Chrissy of the third unknown presence in the trailer.
You couldnât find it in yourself to even care about it, the queasiness deep rooted in your stomach threatening to make itself known on the outside plants.
You have a class in less than an hour, something you need to continue into the second year of your Communications degree, but not something that requires brain power.
The simple question of how you managed to ride your bike all the way to the campus, take notes in your class and blindly walk over to the library will always escape you. You somehow watch yourself go through the motions until you meet Steve at the cafe.
The moment he sees you, he knows something is wrong just by the deadened stare thatâs taken over your face.
When you break down into tears, he brings you to his house, letting you finally admit to him what youâve been afraid to admit to yourself.
Youâre in love with your best friend. And while youâre doing your best to be happy for him, your poor heart canât handle it.
-
The cupcake isnât mentioned until you call him two days later, still heartbroken, but missing his voice. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, despite the great ache that makes each and every day fuzzy.
Usually, more than half the cupcakes get eaten by him, which is why a dozen are made each year. Thereâs still more than half left, the very sight of the cupcakes depleting your appetite as his continued absence carves a bigger and bigger hole in you.
He answers on the fifth ring, sounding as if heâs in the middle of rummaging through items in some way, slightly out of breath. âHey, Chris, sorry I canât findââ
You swallow the pain. Maybe the lump of pain swallowed in your stomach will finally evict itself like the contents of stomachs should. Yet, the more you throw it up, the more it seems to gather. How does that work? âItâs me.â You say dryly, tiredly.
âShit,â he breathes, the background noise coming to a sudden halt. âHey, you.â
âHey. How was the cupcake?â
âThe mysterious appearing pastry was delicious as always, slugger.â Slugger. âWhat-what time did you drop it off?â
You know that he knows that you heard something. He doesnât know how much you heard, but he knows the slam of his front door was you.
âI didnât hear much. Just enough to know you had already received your birthday present for the year,â the attempt at humor doesnât hit you very well. Youâre not sure how itâs received, but Eddie laughs regardless.
âSorry about that, she slept over the night before unplanned. I shouldâve remembered your yearly morning cupcake.â
âShouldâve remembered you have a girlfriend,â you answer, wishing you had that better judgment. âDid you do anything for your birthday?â
âChris took me out for dinner with her parents.â Honestly, that sounds like it was for her more than it was for him.
âSounds fun,â you deadpan, earning earnest chuckles from him.
âTheyâre an acquired taste,â Eddie offers, allowing your slight criticism of his birthday party.
âYou sure you still donât want to go to Indianapolis and bar hop?â You canât help but ask. Itâs like you can hear his reluctance to accept the celebration he got.
âNah. Besides, we canât risk your fake ID, after all.â He pauses, an understated sigh passing through his breath. âHow has school been?â
Small talk is not often something that passes through a conversation between you two. Youâre aware of it, heâs aware of it, and it turns the conversation into something almost jilted.
âI miss you,â you admit, lying back on your bed.
âI miss you,â he parrots, soft and sweet.
âCan we do something? Just you and me?â
He chuckles, low and under his breath. âSure. Pancake night. Just you, me, and Marthaâs perfume.â
âŚthat never happened.
-
The less you see Eddie, the more you end up hanging out with Steve. He seems to want to introduce you to his own best friend, but your admission of not wanting to be a third wheel again gets him to drop it. You canât help but notice the only times you speak to Eddie are when you call him. He hasnât called you since asking for Chrissy to join pancake night.
That alone wouldnât entirely convince you to not call him anymore. The jilted conversations always ending with promises of time with one another never coming to fruition. Itâs the equivalent of being skinned alive, one strip at a time.
Steve has watched the circles under your eyes darken, the enthusiasm in class deplete, and the lust for life dissolve before his very eyes. To say heâs pissed at his friend is to understate it, heâs ready to tell you to give up on him and forget he exists.
Yet, Steve knows how unlike Eddie it all is. Dustin has complained he hasnât been called back for a long time, Gareth reached out to you asking if youâd heard from Eddie lately as they havenât rehearsed for a while. He garners more concern than anger at times.
Steveâs living room has become a new choice of hang out space, but the unnatural cleanliness of the house, the lack of cologne that both Eddie and Wayne use, the familiarity of eight years of friendship, it gives this unrelenting feeling of emptiness. Itâs worth trying to fill it with edibles and weed.
It doesnât seem to work, but youâve become more open, more free willing with him as a direct result. He doesnât favor horror movies like you and Eddie, but you find common ground in action and slapstick comedy, instead. Anything but romcoms, you implore. Anything even close to resembling romance is rejected.
Steve spills the latest he heard from Hawkinsâ elite country club group, a bunch of ladies with nothing better to do with their afternoons than spread rumors about the population as a whole and judge them for it. Steve knows for a fact which members of the country club have side women, bringing them in hours after walking in with their own wives.
Itâs so nice to be concerned with the lives of others and to not care about yours falling apart at the seams. Well, really it's being ripped apart by Chrissy Cunninghamâs greedy little claws.
Ironically enough, you get paired up with Steve for a major assignment in Soc class, one required to analyze social constructs that have been deep dived in class. Another little gift of irony is you were given Social Stratification, which is the hierarchical arrangement of individuals or groups within a society based on various factors such as wealth, power, and prestige.
Being from two very different classes, you and Steve find yourself uniquely qualified to discuss the topic.
It provides opportunities to hang out together, distracted by the collective want to not work at all, but driven by an looming due date. Your mind wanders to Eddie non stop, wondering how he is, if heâs ok, if work is still giving him a hard time, did he finally get the belt he was needing, if Wayne was taking it easier.
Your fingers itch for the phone to call and ask, always haunted by the memory of each phone call, the polite conversation and empty promises. You crave to remember what it was like before.
Steve seems to act as your voice of reason, disencouraging you every time you mention wanting to call him. He sympathizes, of course, but he recalls the last time you called him and the aftermath following it.
When the assignment is finally in the last stages, making final edits to clear up any loss in conciseness, the final second guesses if the point has been made clear, you sit on the floor of Steveâs room cross legged, going cross eyed as you reread it, again.
âI canât wait for this thing to be handed in,â you groan, throwing your pen at him.
âI think we earned a celebration,â he sighs, throwing the pen back to you. âOn Friday, after we finally hand over this paper to this asshole, I am throwing a big ass party in your honor.â
âA party will not make me feel better,â you reprimand, glancing at him under your brows.
âNo, but a good excuse to drink the pain away, might,â he grins, leaning forward on his stomach and kicking his legs animatedly. He looks so innocent, as if he doesnât have his own agenda. Youâve come to know him well enough that he really doesnât. âCâmon. Let loose with me just for one night!â
You reluctantly agree to it after he pulls out his dumb puppy eyes.
News of Steveâs party spreads fast across campus, and you find yourself curiously excited for it when you usually dread dancing with complete strangers. The strangers at this point make it better, not needing to concern yourself with anything other than how the alcohol burns.
Your dad drives you to the party, the rain heavy on the pavement making it hard to bike in such weather. Heâs noticed the way youâve shut down a little bit as of lately, more than happy to bring you to a party if it means putting some life back into the eyes of his one and only daughter.
When you enter the door with slightly damp hair just from the walk from the truck, the party is already in full swing, music overtly loud, bodies bumping and dancing, empty cups already scattered on dusty surfaces.
As soon as you see Steve, he waves you over, talking to Robin, who heâs introduced you to. She became your friend the same way he became your did; ambush. Turns out, Robin is really cool. She hands you a beer, winking as you tilt your eyebrow out of skepticism.
âBeer, really?â You ask over the music, turning the bottle around in your hand.
âYouâre drinking to forget, right?â She asks, an air of wisdom in her scratchy voice. âThen what does it matter what it tastes like?â
Well, you guess sheâs right. You grab another from the fridge while youâre at it before they lead you to a couch. Itâs surrounded by a crowd of people you mostly have never met before, more than happy to laugh with them at the particularly stupid topics of conversation.
Youâre already pretty buzzed less than an hour spent at the party, having asked Steve to get you a third bottle. âMight wanna slow down, sweets.â
âIâm drinking to forget, remember?â You ask him, winking cheekily.
Time starts to meld together as the bottle gets emptier and emptier. Robin grabs you by the hand to dance with her and Steve in a circle, top 40 pop acting as a soundtrack while you forget any goddamn trouble that might have plagued you.
Youâre chatting about some mindless gossip when something tells you to turn your head towards the door. The door opens to Eddie and Chrissy, holding hands as they look around the party that got even rowdier since your arrival.
Eddieâs eyes meet yours, frozen in place as the emptiness his absence has left consumes you.
âOh shit,â Robin mutters right next to you, but you donât answer it as you stumble your way into the kitchen.
The internal debate on whether you need to drink water or more alcohol is roaring, so you drown it with more alcohol. Maybe you can shut it up. Itâs too fucking loud. The ajar door opens and closes, a presence in the kitchen you donât bother acknowledging. You donât smell Eddieâs cologne, the momentary disappointment flooding your senses that he saw you and didnât even bother talking to you.
Another sip. Another gulp. Make it go away.
âI was wondering when I would run into you,â itâs not Eddie, or Steve. Confusion takes over you as you wonder which male voice in your life youâre forgetting, turning to face the culprit.
Daniel.
âHere I am, I guess,â you mutter, taking another swig. âWhat exactly do you want?â
âRetribution.â
âHuh?â
He laughs, cruel and blunt. âIâm here for what Iâm owed, sweetheart. I donât get told no. Girls donât say no to me. So, I think Iâm owed some payback for the humiliation you put me through.â
What the fuck?
The laughter that leaves your throat is loud and abrupt, clearly not what heâs expecting. âOh my fucking god, youâre just delusional. Girls donât owe you shit for buying them dinner! You ask us out for a date, thatâs on you, bud!â
âI donât fucking think so,â he growls, slinking in closer. You can smell his breath, heâs clearly been drinking. âI will get what I want, I always do.â
Panic floods your brain, suddenly realizing heâs being dead serious. âWaitââ you protest as he leans in, the wall and your back colliding harshly. âWait, noââ
âAll you had to do was blow me, baby,â he chides, as if heâs reprimanding a small child. His hand harshly wraps around your waist, preventing you from weaving from between him and the wall. âNow look what you made me do.â
You try to push him off, panic continuing to push up your throat as he proves himself much stronger than you. Oh god, am I about to get raped in Steveâs kitchen?
His hand feels slimy as it pushes past your shirt, sending a jolt of shivers down your body. Youâre shaking from fear, one cheek against the wall as you continue to resist him. âStopâ Daniel, please stopââ Your voice is frantic, eyes wide in terror as you try to push his hands away.
The harsh laughter directed at your pleas are cut off, an incredibly familiar voice slicing the air with malice. âShe said stop.â
The heat you were surrounded by is thrown off, leaving the cold air behind Daniel to overwhelm you as heâs thrown onto the floor.
Blows of fists on flesh fill the room, watching in horror as Eddie has him pinned, delivering blow after blow to his face. You only see a portion of Eddie, his dark jeans and leather jacket as he hunches over his victim and blindingly delivers one punch after the other. Daniel has stopped fighting back, just a limp set of limbs as it jumps from each hit.
When Eddie has shown no signs of letting up youâre forced to jump into action, stumbling as you run into his line of eyesight. âEddie, stop! Youâre going to kill him!â You plead.
The sounds of brutal fists on soft flesh die immediately, Eddie huffing as he rises to his feet. âYou okay?â
You blink as his hands frame your cheeks, petting them softly with his hands. A tear falls, splashing his hand. His concern is comforting, but the direct juxtaposition of his concern from the silence heâs fed you the last few weeks washes over you, confusing every emotion that has been hurting.
Despite the sweet shine in his eyes as they watch you, you back from his hold in a jerk reaction. âDidnât know you still cared about me.â
He wears the hurt from this statement on his sleeve. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You wander back over to the fridge, grabbing a beer from the second six pack youâre working through. You pop it open from the mounted bottle opener, taking a handful of sips. âYouâre kidding me, right? You havenât called me in weeks. Weeks.â
He stands there, blankly watching.
âI might be more forgiving if it werenât for Dustin and Gareth and hell, Steve also saying the same thing. None of them have heard from you. You went from calling at least once a week to radio silence! I wanted to get along with Chrissy. I really did. I started all the conversations, offering snacks, asking questions about her, letting her set her boundaries, but she had something to say about everything we did together!â
Eddie stutters, blinking as he watches you talk. He doesnât try to talk, doesnât try to defend himself. You donât give him the chance.
âShe clearly doesnât respect you, otherwise you would still be my best friend and I would remember the last time we had a normal fucking conversation. I get wanting boundaries, but at this point, I donât think she even wants you to have friends! Is that what you want? A girl who makes you make yourself smaller for her sake and isolate completely? Really? Because thatâs what you have. No horror movies? No more junk food? No heavy metal music? Sheâs making you shrink yourself so she deems you desirable! Fuckingâ I canât watch it anymore.â
âWait, what do you meanââ heâs interrupted by the door closing, a yelp filling the room as Chrissy runs to him.
âWhat happened to your fists?â You glance down to them, seeing bruises lining his knuckles.
âNothing, itâs fine. Iâm fine,â he assures her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
âAlright. Well. I meant exactly what I said. I canât do this one sided friendship thing with you anymore,â you take another swig, wondering how the bottle was already so light. âI canât. Call me when you find my best friend, because I havenât seen him in three months.â
You leave the room, ignoring the calls from his mouth that suffocate you. As you stumble into the living room, you catch Steveâs eye right away, chin trembling. The hot tears that trail down your face have already drenched your cheeks by the time you realize itâs even happening, choking on the emotion that drowns you.
Steve guides you into the guest bathroom, closing the door as he watches you attempt to stop the sobs long enough to tell him what happened.
âI thinkââ you hiccup, sniffling loudly, âI think I just lost my best friendââ tears rattle through you once again, just saying it out loud feels like lightning in its startling ability to shatter you once more.
By the time the sobs diminish again, youâre sat on the floor by the tub, head sitting in his lap as he pets your hair. You sit up suddenly, mid hiccup as you give Steve an odd look.
He almost asks if youâre okay when you spill over his lap, whimpering between gasps as you know what youâre doing, the toilet only a foot away, but it continues to explode from your stomach.
âIâm so sorry,â you explain, tears falling again, as he sits in shock.
He grins sadly, undoing his belt. âItâs fine, sweetheart.â
He finds someone, Robin, to grab him a second pair of pants, ditching the ruined pair in the bathtub.
The dry heaving seems to stop the tears, now staring blankly with a wet face and lashes that stick together. Steve brings you upstairs, wrapping his arm around your waist as he brings you to his bedroom.
As your head hits his pillow your eyes fall closed, mumbling something about fucking up, about three months ago.
Steve locks his door from any stragglers, walking down each step to find a particular metal head to give him a piece of his mind.
From how your sobs shook your body, he might give him the whole thing.
-
The light cascading through the blinds hurts, like a dagger through your brain as you take in your surroundings. You donât know how you got into Steveâs room under his blanket.
As soon as you sit up, the pain stabs you, pushing you back down. Ow. You donât even attempt to get up again until the urge to pee hits you, when itâs too much to ignore. You rub your eye, tip toeing to try to get back under the dark blue comforter decorating Steveâs bed.
On the corner of the bed Steve sits, one foot resting on the other knee as he holds a jade green drink. âHow badly does your head hurt?â
You wince at the volume of his voice, placing your hands over your eyes. âNot great.â
He winces sympathetically, offering the smoothie. âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â
Blurry images flash through your mind, the kitchen, Daniel, half of the second case gone. You attempt to remember past that point but it comes up blank. âI remember running into Daniel.â
As you sip on the surprisingly delicious hangover smoothie, Steve watches you, wearing a clear expression of concern.
âAnything after that?â
You can tell heâs egging you on, digging for something with an unprecedented seriousness in his tone. But thereâs no memory after that. You gingerly shake your head, which sends more needles of pain through your skull.
âWhy?â You ask weakly. Steve pauses, ruffling a hand through his hair as he releases a long sigh.
âYou really donât, huh?â Steve asks, one last attempt. âMaybe itâs good you drank as much as you did, then.â
âSteve, youâre scaring me.â Images of worst case scenarios course through your mind. What did you do?
Steve pats the spot on the bed next to you, double checking you donât feel the urge to throw up. You donât.
âDaniel tried to force himself on you.â Heâs gentle, compassionate in his admission as he watches your reaction.
Huh. âHow far did heââ you stutter, breath hitching as you bite back the sobs that suddenly threaten to rake through your body.
âHe was interrupted before he even got that far,â he comforts you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he caresses it. âEddie sort of bashed his face in.â
Now that you think about it, the memory of Eddie hunched over Daniel as he delivered blow after blow to his nose, his cheekbone, his eyebrow. You didnât see the final result of Eddieâs defense, but the bruised knuckles you vaguely recall spell out how brutal the retaliation was.
Eddie.
âWhatââ you pause, stuttering through your breaths, âwhat happened after that?â
âYou yelled at Eddie. Berated him. I think you even told him you didnât want to be his friend anymore. At least, thatâs what I gathered from what you told me,â he admits.
Your blood grows cold. From the weeks of silence, the jilted conversations, the slow resentment that bloomed through your stomach for him. The ache already hurt just from the absence of your best friend, but it was good for you. Fuck, this hurt.
âIs that all?â
He laughs, pulling your head into his neck. âJust that you canât hold back your liquor.â
Thatâs why your breath tastes like vomit.
From the extra strength tylenol he gives you, the rest of the morning is spent helping Steve tidy up the trash around his house. Only after spending twenty minutes in the kitchen on his hands and knees scrubbing up the red stains does he allow you to help him. You only catch a glimpse of the paper towel soaked in dried blood and bleach when throwing out red solo cups, a small hint of the mess Eddie made of Daniel.
The thought of his name is a self betrayal, and you work faster once it crosses your mind.
Once the place is clean, you allow Steve to drive you home at his insistence, repeatedly asking when he pulls up to your house that youâre sure youâre okay.
Your dad is at work, not there to ask any questions you wanted to avoid from the previous night, namely why your eyes are swollen from tears. The blinds in your room fall with a trill resembling a xylophone, blocking the sun from your intense migraine.
For the first time in weeks, youâre stirred awake from sleep from the ringing of the phone on the floor that has been pushed under the bed. You let it ring.
Just as sleep pulls you back in, youâre abruptly startled as the phone alerts you again. You roll over, ignoring it as you wrap your head in your hands, curling into the pillow. No one has to get a hold of you that badly.
This person does, it seems, as they call you again. You groan, crawling over the edge as you grab the phone from your receiver. âHello?â
You refuse the want to chew them out, to take your emotions and friendship breakup out on the person who has interrupted your sleep.
âItâs me.â
You lurch forward in your bed, still tethered to the receiver by the tightly coiled wire as it forces the receiver to scuff against the hardwood floor. Eddie.
-
Eddieâs sat on his couch, limply resting his head on the couch arm as the shrill voice of the main character complains over a problem that could be solved if she had just told someone. His hand rests on his eyes, shielding himself from the light to prevent the headache he can feel coming on. Heâs given up on suggesting other movies by now, but she somehow seems to only play the movies that get on every last nerve.
He would probably be more willing to watch the romcoms in question if they werenât the bottom of the pack. Last time Eddie even suggested a romcom he actually doesnât completely hate he had to hear about it for an agonizing twenty minutes. Fine. She could watch her movie, he can practice on his guitar, right?
You would think.
So he dissociates and focuses on the gentle petting of his calf as he rests his leg on her lap. His mind floats to his best friend, how much he misses the smell of your shampoo, or when you make fun of the cheesier horror movies he loves to watch. If Chrissy wouldnât make a near temper tantrum every time your name is mentioned in conversation, he wouldâve called you weeks ago. He missed your voice.
Chrissy continues to insist that you like him, that youâre trying to steal him from her. It turned into many fights where Eddie felt like he was losing his mind, insisting he just wanted to see his best friend. There is a stubborn, immovable force still holding hope that something will just click one day and realize just how wrong she is. Thereâs a little nagging part of him, eating at his brain, warning that it probably wonât ever come true.
The possibility is almost too much for him to mentally handle, because when it blows up in his face and you decide not to forgive his radio silence, he doesnât think he will be able to handle the absence in his life. So he procrastinates the detonation.
âIâm surprised youâre not going to Steveâs party,â Chrissy chirps, interrupting Eddieâs disarray.
Eddie blinks, trying to recall any mention of a party that mightâve slipped his mind. That mightâve been the reason for his ignorance if he could remember the last time he even spoke to Steve. Heâs sure Chrissy knows that.
âI didnât even know he was having one.â
She grabs at the extra material of his jeans, pulling his attention. âDid you want to go?â
He mentally rattles through the mechanics of going to Steveâs stupidly large house, knowing damn well his distance has managed to drive you straight into the arms of someone new, even if itâs only platonic. Youâll be there, the chance much more likely than not.
He wants to see your face, even if itâs in passing. He wonders if Chrissy sees you there if sheâll decide to leave early or just avoid you altogether. But itâs just the chance that drives him to agree.
By the time he gets there, vehicles have already littered the streets surrounding his house, some even audaciously blocking his neighborâs driveways. Chrissyâs hand is in his as he walks in, anxiously looking around the party for you.
He peers into the living room, to the couch containing members of some of Steveâs closer acquaintances and it wasnât long until he saw you, sitting right next to Robin holding the bottleneck of a beer bottle.
Your eyes are already on his, wide and still as you stare at him. Youâre even prettier than he remembered, any polaroid heâs ever had of you does absolutely no justice to your radiant smile or vibrant eyes.
Fine, youâre staring at him like you would rather be anywhere else for the moment, panic flooding your features, but itâs a breath of fresh air for him compared to his last few suffocating weeks. As you stumble to your feet, Eddie tricks himself into believing that youâve gotten up to talk to him until you pass the front entrance straight into the kitchen.
He supposes he deserves that, fading as Chrissy tugs him to the dance floor. His hands find her hips, allowing himself to get lost in the relentlessly catchy pop tune. He canât help but allow his eyes to float back over to the couch every now and then, something in him carnally needing making sure that youâre safe.
Alarm bells go off, goosebumps trailing over his skin as something in him screams that youâre in danger. You could very much just be avoiding him, which he wouldnât blame you for, not for one moment, but he wouldnât forgive himself if he found out his worry had any footing.
âBabe, Iâm gonna grab a drink,â he mutters, blankly kissing her sweet scented blonde hair before his long legs take him to the kitchen.
His stomach drops as your voice fills the kitchen, asking the asshole with wandering hands to stop as he forces himself on you.
The next thing he knows, Daniel is under him, his back slammed on the floor with a face scrunched up in pain as Eddieâs fists are flying. His fists, his jeans, the floor, the whining little shitâs face, it all gets painted with blood.
Eddie doesnât realize when the pair of arms stop trying to push him off, or when the green eyes no longer stare at him in horror, shut from the trauma of one blunt hit after the other. He just continually bashes his face in for even daring to attempt to force himself on the woman he loves.
Fuck this guy. Fuck him.
Eddieâs blind with rage, but heâs also blind with his own regret.
Your voice cuts through the anger, a warning that seeps in his brain like a sponge. If he keeps hitting him like this he will end up taking his life.
He stands up, facing your trembling form as you seem to be in shock. You melt in his hold, tears spilling over his hands as he caresses you, doing his very best to take care of you. He knows the answer when he asks, but he has to hear it from you.
Finally, the words seem to sober you from wanting his comfort to the hurt that youâve felt from his silence. You lurch yourself from him, staggering blindly to the fridge as you grab another beer. The scent was harsh on your breath, the sight of you glugging back as much as you can sends jolts through his system.
Then you tell him everything. And he deserves it. He wants so badly to tell you how badly he wanted to call you, but the excuses sound lame even in his own mind.
When you tell him youâre done is when he finally snaps out of his own trance. He knows what you mean, but surely, you donât really mean it? Before he can ask, Chrissy comes into the picture, doting over his bruised knuckles, ignoring you completely as she asks what happened. Heâs fine. Heâs not, but heâll say anything to get back to what you were just saying.
Choked back sobs escape as you tell him with absolute finality that you are done, tripping over your own feet when you leave through the kitchen door.
No, this has gone too far. Eddie hasnât had a single drop of alcohol but feels as if heâs wasted from stumbling after you, blocked by his girlfriend.
That conversation goes as well as can be expected.
In the hours following, he doesnât seem to find you anywhere. But without Chrissy trailing after him, he finds himself free to converse with friends heâd missed, meeting their snide remarks of coming back to the land of the living with grace. Eddie stays for hours, half heartedly partaking in any conversation he finds himself witness to just in case you make another appearance.
Steve walks down the stairs after what feels like forever, wearing a grim look on his face. Eddie approaches him. âHey have you seenââ
âSheâs upstairs,â Steve answers, sighing. âPassed out. Sheâll wake up tomorrow morning.â
âIs she okay?â
âDidnât choke on her own vomit, at least,â Steve quips, his voice harsh. âPhysically, sheâs okay.â
Steve moves to walk around Eddie, seemingly done with the conversation.
âPhysically?â
Steve sighs, angry, frustrated. âShe just sobbed on the bathroom floor for an hour and a half, Ed. I literally watched her heart break! Safe to say, I donât think sheâs doing so well emotionally.â
âFuck,â Eddie mutters, feeling hopeless, like he shouldâve been there to take care of you instead of being the cause of your suffering. âSteve, Iââ
âListen, Eddie. I just heard a bunch of shit from her that Iâm not even sure she knows that she said. Other than her I guess telling you to fuck off, what else happened?â
Eddie gulps, not exactly wrapping his own mind around it, yet. âI found Daniel Moore trying to force himself on her.â
âJesus,â Steve mutters, passing Eddie straight into the kitchen.
âSteveââ Eddie tries to stop him, or warn him at least, wondering how no one else has seen him, yet. There is almost no reason for most to make their way into the kitchen as the drinks station is in the living room, but usually a straggler or two, especially couples would make their own way in. Heâs definitely not up and partying from the blood that seeped through the shirt he was wearingâŚ
Should Eddie have called the ambulance?
âWhat the fuckââ Steve barks, taking in the crumpled form before him. âJesus, Eddie, what happened?â
âYou listen to your best friend beg someone to stop assaulting them and not beat the shit out of him?â Eddie retaliates, watching as Steve double checks to make sure heâs still breathing.
âWell, now I gotta get him out of here before someone has you fucking arrested,â Steve mutters, wracking his brain through old morally questionable friends of his that would help with no questions asked. Fuck. He has a few favors to call in. âWhereâs Chrissy gone?â
âHow the fuck should I know?â Eddie spits.
âConsidering she has control over who youâre allowed to spend time with, probably somewhere nearby with binoculars,â Steve mutters, a fragment of seriousness in the joke.
âWell, not anymore,â Eddie shrugs, feeling surprisingly pragmatic about it.
âOh.â Took you long enough, Steve thinks. âIâm gonna get him out of here, but I suggest you do the same.â
âCan I stay? I wanna be here when she wakes up.â His eyes pleading to Steve.
Steveâs brows raise. âRespectfully Eddie, I donât think she really wants to see you.â
âI havenât been able to tell her anything for weeks, Iâm staying!â he insists, crossing his arms like a petulant child.
Steve shakes his head, leaning on the counter. God, he wished he hadnât invited a few dozen people to come to his house for the night. âGod, youâre an idiot.â
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre an idiot. Youâre both idiots, but, man I think youâre the bigger one.â Steve walks around the kitchen island, getting unreasonably close to him. âI donât know if youâre blind, or just selectively ignorant. She loves you, dude! She was willing to support you getting a girlfriend, but then you just shut her out. Itâs gonna take more than an apology to be back in her good graces. When she wakes up with a killer hangover, I think the last person sheâll want to see is you. God, if one of you just made the jump years ago this never wouldâve happened!â
Eddieâs heart drops at Steveâs angry words, refusing to believe any of his feelings for his best friend are reciprocated. âSure, because three months of friendship tell you everything you need to know about a person.â
Steve chuckles, walking over the snoring asshole as he steps out to the living room. âI would have to be blind not to see it. She talked about you one time about this stupid fucking movie she watched with you and I could tell. Rather than telling your girlfriend that you have a best friend and she has to get over it, you shut her out. For weeks. And left someone else to pick up the pieces.â
âSteve, I know. I know I was being an assââ
âThen why didnât you stop? Why didnât you give her a call? You had to know she wasnât going to forgive you so easilyââ
âOf course I fucking knew that, Steve! Why do you think I put off letting it explode in my face?â
âBecause youâre an idiot! She loved you. She loves you! If you canât see that then I really donât know what to tell you. Listen, if you call her tomorrow, Iâm not all that sure what would happen. Itâs gonna be a while before sheâs ready to forgive, bud. For now. Maybe you should go.â
-
âOh,â you sigh, hugging your knees into your chest, feeling small. A war rages in your mind. You were hurt enough by him to break your friendship off with him, but you donât even remember it. The other side of you just wants to be close to him again, willing to sink into the apologies that he owes you and happily accept them.
But you shouldnât. And you know you shouldnât.
âDo you wanna come over for a movie?â
You want to come over and watch a movie so badly, it wraps around you and constricts your airflow. âWill she be there?â
âNo. Just me and you. I promise,â Eddie swears, voice low enough that it resembles a whisper. âShe wonât be, uh, crashing our movie nights anymore.â
You diminish the pulse of hope that threatens to bloom. âWhat do you mean?â
Eddie sighs. âI was hoping to tell you in person, but we broke up last nightâŚcome over, Iâll tell you more. I just need my best friendâŚand a horror movieâŚand junk food, god, I miss junk food.â
You miss him so much it hurts. âIâll be there in an hour.â
The bike ride sends pulses through your head, worsening the ache of the hangover. If the pain isnât gone by tomorrow, you might just ask someone to shoot an arrow through your head to put you out of your misery.
Itâs been more than long enough since the last time you were on his front door step, nervous as you hesitate to knock. Eddieâs footsteps are rapid and loud as soon as your knuckles hit the door, the opening to him, wide eyes, graphic t-shirt and pair of sweatpants. He appears unlike himself, almost tired. You wonder if you noticed it last night.
Before either one of you says a word, he tugs you in, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace in his scent. Overwhelming emotion takes over, his shirt absorbing the tears that fall. He feels like home, every part of him. His scent, the muscles flexing under your grasp, his steady breaths.
âI missed you,â he mutters, his voice low, choked, even.
Then why didnât you call me? âMe tooââ you whimper, squeezing onto him even tighter. You sniffle, curling your head into his neck.
The hug lasts forever, or at least long enough for your arms to become numb.
Your butt lands on the couch, the spot that was once permanently marked by you now weirdly lumpy from the lack of use. Did Chrissy know she was allowed to sit in her own seat on the odd occasion? On the coffee table, Eddie has already prepared the popcorn and your favorite snacks, only your favorite snacks. Three movies are laid out, all awaiting their turn in the VCR.
âWhatâs this?â You ask, rubbing your nose from the snot.
âUh, three movies. Pick one.â
You read the titles, Back to the Future, Friday the 13th, and Labyrinth. âWhat happened to wanting to watch horror movies?â
âI have a lot of sucking up to do before I get to be picky with our movie night,â Eddie answers, his voice gentle and careful. âPick one.â
If he says so, then youâll have to pick your favorite, rather than his favorite. âAlright, then, Labyrinth it is. David Bowie in leather pants, here I come!â
As the movie plays, a teenage girl desperate to find her brother, you sink into the comfort of the ratty old couch. Through Eddie, you found out that the rattiest couches are actually the most comfy. The more tears and rips, the better. Eddie stands up, running to the kitchen to grab fresh cans of soda from the fridge.
He sits back down, handing you a Diet Coke while popping open his own. Two things you notice when he sits. One, heâs remarkably close, his ass nearly planted in between the cushions. Twoâ
âSince when did you start drinking diet coke?â You ask him, wincing at the aftertaste.
âSince Chrissy was such a stickler for sugar,â he answers casually, grabbing a bite of the popcorn.
His simple tone, emotionless and understated, squeezes your heart. âWhat happened with her, anyway?â
Chrissy blocked him, staring at him with wide eyes as she held his shoulders. âWhatâwhat is going on?â
âI need a minute,â he stuttered, attempting to walk around her.
âDid you do that?â Chrissy asked, pointing to the lifeless piece of shit on the floor.
âChris, itâs really not a good time, right now. I will tell you later, I promise. Iâll be right back.â Eddie promised.
She blocked him again, hands pushing on his broad shoulders. âYouâre not seriously thinking of going after her, are you?â
âChrissy, sheâs my best friend! That creep just triedâ I have to go check up on her, make sure sheâs okay!â
âYou mean the girl who is pathetically in love with you?â Chrissy asked, belligerent and full of sass. âSure, go and give her more false hope! She was practically all over you at the diner, mooning over you, desperate to take you out on a date, I mean, donât give her fucking hope!â
Eddie sighed, rubbing his face angrily. âI donât know how many times I need to fucking tell you, Chris. She is just my friend. She was being nice, trying to include you. Iâm so fucking tired of this conversation!â
âSo am I!â Chrissy crossed her arms, popping her hip out. It was times like these Eddie was absolutely sure of why Chrissy and Jason dated for so long. âYou know what? Fine. Me or her.â
âWhat?â Eddie was unsure if she was being serious.
âPick! Me or her? Because when you pick me maybe then sheâll get the fucking hint!â
It was the easiest decision heâs ever made in his life. âHer.â
Eddie finishes explaining it, mostly nixxing the parts where she berated you or talked shit. You just needed to know the part where she practically had a temper tantrum.
âWow,â you mutter, remembering how you called Chrissy sweet when they first started dating. âAndâŚyou, you picked me?â
âOf course I did.â Eddie pops a kernel into his mouth, leaning back into the couch. His body heat is warm, his scent intoxicating. âYouâre my best friend.â
âYou havenât called in weeks, Eddie.â It comes out quietly, the hurt overflowing in your body and pouring out your mouth. âI thought you had a new best girl.â
Eddie sighs, grabbing your hand. âIf I could take back the last three months, I would. I-Iâm so sorry, sweetheart.â
âI missed you so fucking badly,â you admit, focusing on how your hand feels intertwined with his.
âI missed you. I knowâ I fucked up, but believe me when I say, I missed you so fucking much.â
On one hand, itâs hard to believe him. It seemed like it was so easy for him to cut you off. On the other, the glint in his eyes, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, gentle and unequivocally vulnerable.
Eddie leans forward, connecting his forehead to yours. âI will make it up to you, I promise.â
âYou have a lot of making up to do, mister,â you inform him, pulling away from him to lightly nudge his hair.
âAnd a million strawberry mountains covered in strawberry sauce,â he answers, kissing your forehead softly.
âYou really had me worried,â you admit, taking a good look at his face. âI believe you when you say that you missed me, but Eds, you hurt me. I want to trust you, butââ
His movement is swift as he grabs your face with his hands, pulling you in close. âI know, baby, I know.â The pet name takes your breath away, music to your unsuspecting ears. The name wraps itself around your like a warm hug, melting all those months of worry and panic away. âIâm so fucking sorry, if I could justââ
Maybe it wasnât the right timing, months of silence, unanswered questions, hurt, but all that just conveniently disappears the moment his lips touch yours. You startle, jerking backwards as you look at him curiously, looking for something thatâll tell you heâs not kissing you out of pity, or obligation.
Youâre met with the exact way that he always looks at you, but this time, itâs radiant. How did you miss it this whole time? You smile, wrapping your hand behind his neck as you tug him in, entangling his lips with yours and chasing that emotion that ran through you the first time.
Eddie meets your kiss with enthusiasm, grinning madly as he pulls you in closer, your body flush against his as he pulls you down with him.
Itâs maddeningly enchanting, the way you can taste his minty breath and his hums against your lips, buzzing and tickling. His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip, pulling a gasp as you happily meet his with yours. Your skin feels electric as his hand sneaks under your shirt, as if heâs just getting the feel of you.
You sigh, curling your arm around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. His kisses trail along your jawline, down your neck, pressing sweet kisses down your jugular. âYou taste like strawberries,â he mutters, audibly smiling. âI shouldâve known, all those damn strawberries you eat.â
âBefore we go any further,â you gasp, clutching at his t-shirt, âand believe me, I want to, you owe me a proper date.â
âTaking you out for a date, baby?â He places more rapid kisses on your neck, letting himself absorb your laughter. âGod, Iâm lucky.â
-
Youâve learned one thing for absolute certainty, Eddie Munson knows how to grovel. Between the many kisses youâve shared that night you tell Eddie with surety that just because he knows how to kiss doesnât mean heâs suddenly forgiven. Eddie relishes in that, grinning just because youâre kissing him.
The previous night he was losing his mind at his ex-girlfriendâs terrible movie choices, and you, his best friend, the person who has always known him best, youâre finally here kissing him. You could ask him to write a 1000-page apology letter entirely in rhymes or haikus and he would do it heartbeat, but all heâs required to do is prove it?
Heâs more than willing.
When the date is proposed, he swears he would love to take you anywhere. He provides a list, with all of the restaurants you know he canât afford. When you ask him and inquire about such, he shrugs casually. Thereâs a silent question there, wondering if Chrissy had even considered his wallet size before their date nights.
Instead, you answer with, âOur first date should be the diner, no?â
Youâve never been so nervous before, looking through your small arsenal of date night dresses. Heâs seen all of them, whether from a school dance or the aftermath of a date gone sour. One dress catches your attention, at the very back of your closet covered in plastic, just waiting for the right time.
White, with blue flowers hand embroidered on the bodice, a sweetheart neckline and bubble gum pink ribbons tied together as the straps. Periwinkle blue that bleeds into mint green leaves along the hemline, fanned out into a hoopskirt. Youâve stared at this dress when it sat in your momâs closet, asking when it might be your turn to finally wear it.
The dress fits you like a glove, looking remarkably close to the photo on the easel downstairs, a first date 25 years ago that ended up being one of your favorite bedtime stories.
As you finally make your way down the stairs, hair half up in curls in a ribbon matching the ones on the dress, your dad looks at you with pride and glossy eyes. Whispered words of the resemblance as he hugs you, eyes too tired for a man in his forties from loss and stress, a whiff of gratitude hits you.
Itâs a warm spring evening, no need for a coat as the van pulls up with the usual melodies of heavy metal and drumming. You make your way down the sidewalk to his passenger side, butterflies erupting as you open the door.
The volume is turned down to a background noise, the heavy metal feeling oddly out of place at such a low volume. âHi, sunshine.â
You grab his hand, petting at his calloused skin. âHi.â
You feel his eyes on you, taking in the dress that is on its first night out in decades. âI donât know how you show up looking this good and expect me to act normal.â
You grin, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and sniffing at the leather. He canât say shit like that and expect you to go on like normal. âCâmon. I havenât had a strawberry milkshake in ages.â
You open the window just a crack, appreciating the scent of fresh grass in the spring. New beginnings, fresh starts, rebirth. It seems oddly poetic.
He pulls up to the diner, bright neon lights against an evening sunset. It looks as if itâs painted, yellow into orange into blue. A lonely diner isolated sitting against a watercolor sky, but one of your favorite places in the world.
The bell ringing feels like an old song you havenât heard in years, bringing some bittersweet nostalgia.
Martha perks up, the diner even deader than normal with only a lone man sitting on a bar chair holding a milkshake like a beer. The comparison sends a gag reflex through your body, never wanting to even smell another beer in your lifetime. As you sit next to Eddie, in such close proximity that the other side of the booth is useless, Martha appears with a cheeky smile on her face.
âIf you two arenât on a date, Iâll eat my notebook,â she sighs, hands on her hips as if sheâs chastising two kids.
You and Eddie glance to one another, debating on fucking with her. Itâs all the approval she needs.
âFinally! If you came in my diner again with those puppy dog eyes of yours I wouldâve about had it with you two. Now, are you getting your regulars again?â
Eddieâs arm curls around your shoulders, his thumb petting the bare skin of your shoulder. âIâm disappointed you havenât already brought the milkshake, Martha.â
âSmartasses. The both of you!â She walks off, a brand new pep in her step.
His thumb turns under your chin, pulling your face towards his. âCâmere. I need to make up for the times I just wanted to kiss those pretty lips in this booth of ours.â
âWhy didnât you?â You ask him, breathless as you stare at his eyes.
âI didnât think the prettiest girl I know would want to kiss a goofball like me,â he chuckles, self deprecating and vulnerable.
You shake your head sadly, sighing happily. âYou are so wrong.â
His chuckles are interrupted by your kiss, clutching onto the cotton t-shirt clinging onto his chest. Itâs like you to forget how to breathe, taking the moment to take a deep breath before kissing him deeper, harder.
Your tongues meet, wrapping together with his and leaning forward to be as close to him as possible. His hand lands on your thigh, petting it roughly as he teases you. You hated yourself, hated how you told him you wanted to wait, because itâs becoming too much. The need for him sits deep in your stomach and begs you for any resolve from his teasing hands.
His kisses keep you only so satiated, whimpering by the time your make out sessions are done and ready to beg him to touch you already.
The glass of pinky sweetness hits the table, interrupting his electric lips on yours. âIf you two do it, at least have the decency to take it to the bathroom like every other patron.â
You yelp, avoiding Marthaâs eyes as Eddie tugs you in against his chest, kissing your temple. âYes maâam,â Eddie obeys, saluting with two fingers. Two, very distracting fingers.
You take a sip, humming. After weeks, you will proudly proclaim that this is still the best milkshake in town.
Eddie kisses your cheek, pulling you even closer. âIf you lick that whipped cream off your finger, so help me god.â
Itâs a habit of yours, one youâve done at least once a visit just to get a taste of it before it sinks into the milkshake. The numerous times youâve done it sinks in, unknowingly teasing him. âSomething wrong with tasting whipped cream, Eds?â
âWhen you do it with that tongue of yours, yes,â he mutters, nipping on your jawline.
âWhy donât you have a taste,â you hum, taking a scoop with your pinky, licking it up.
Eddie pulls you in, humming as his tongue reaches out for yours to grab a taste of the cream melting fast in your mouth. He pulls back all too soon, eyes fluttering shut as he tuts his tongue. âMmm. Yum. Thanks, baby.â
The milkshake is nearly gone by the time Martha rolls around again, pancakes and waffles in hand, interrupting soft conversation and sweet nothings.
He finally tries a taste of your pancakes, eating from the fork you offer him. His face winces, screwing up as he chews on it. âThat strawberry sauce is sweet, ainât it?â
âA little sour, I guess, but itâs my favorite. The fresh strawberries are a nice little addition.â You tell him, cutting up the pancakes.
âIâll stick to my sprinkles,â Eddie mutters, dipping a piece of the big fluffy waffle in the whip. âThey are the best.â
âI have a question,â you mutter, relishing in the taste of the sweet strawberry sauce. âHow-how long have you liked me? Was it more recent, or have you liked me for years?â
Eddie smirks, placing a stand of hair over your shoulder. âYears.â He chokes back the correction of the word like, cause itâs so much more. âThe first time I saw you, you were giving one of the football dicks hell for picking on one of the scrawny little freshmen. And I mean, berating him. Youâre shy, baby, but not when it comes to others.â He pauses, chewing thoughtfully. âI knew from that moment.â
Oh. It was a handful of months before you found yourself sitting by the hellfire table, shaking your head at their antics. Plus, Gareth was just plain wrong in his opinion, you shook your head disapprovingly as you dug your nose in the book. Eddie caught on to it, demanding you join their group and inform him of how wrong he was. You did. You didnât realize how charming Eddie was, how welcoming and genuinely kind.
It took your breath away, especially how gorgeous he was. The crush was kindled from then on, only being nurtured as you continued to debate him and his friends on their nerd culture.
Eddie followed up with the same question, asking how long ago for you, too. You tell him that very story, of how he enamored you just from being around him.
âYou know, by then I was already head over heels for you,â he admits casually, sipping the last of the milkshake. âSomething about sticking it to the man just does that to a guy.â
âThose dimples of yours are a weapon.â You admit in kind, and he laughs. You drop your jaw incredulously. âTheyâre a weapon! You think your hands are the only things those girls call magic?â
Eddie leans in, hot breath on your ear sending ripples down your neck. âAnd have you thought about these magic hands of mine, sweetheart?â
You gulp, licking your lips as your heart races in your chest. âMaybe...â You say softly.
He hums, tentatively kissing your skin. He really shouldnât be doing this in a public space, you think, attempting not to wiggle at the uncomfortable feeling of arousal pooling in your panties. âI canât wait to show you just how magic they are.â
You hold back a whimper, choking on it as your eyes flutter shut at his tentative kisses.
âLetâs get out of here, shall we?â You nod, watching as he places the right amount of bills with a decent tip for Martha.
On your way out the door, Martha shouts her goodbyes, happily yelling out her congratulations as the glass door slams behind you. Eddieâs lips find a home on the back of your hand, holding it as he kisses loudly, tickling the skin.
The trailer sits alone in the park, all lights off as he pulls up. With the turn of a key, his arm wraps around your waist as you walk in sync. Itâs familiar as you help him turn on the lights, domestic, even. His jacket is off, tossed on the couch as he tugs you by the hand towards his room.
Youâve thought about it so many times, whisking away into his room with him to devour him completely. Usually it occurs when youâre mad stoned, happy and horny, but too blizted to make a move.
Your hands curtain the back of his neck, thumbs petting the nape of his neck and tangling themselves in his curls, rubbing in small circles. His lips connect to yours, stumbling over dirty laundry as he guides you to his bed. âHmm, strawberries.â
He yelps as lands on his back, laughing as you collide with an oof. The playful moment is quickly replaced with intensity, staring down into his brown eyes, darkened by desire. Across the years of being his friend, heâs darkened his eyes in many moments, right before he decides to pin you down and tickle you senseless or when you talk down on yourself.
There were moments when his intense gaze took you aback, mostly when you innocently used too much enthusiasm in eating ice cream or put your hair up in a ponytail.
Or when you wore a sundress that sat a bit too high on your thigh.
All these moments suddenly make sense, filling you with a gust of emotion as you grab at him, tugging him harshly for a kiss much more powerful than you knew you had in you. He gasps into it, deep and desperate against your lips as you pull him closer. One of his hands travels downward, hiking under your skirt and grabbing at your thigh, your knee pulled up against his stomach.
Eddie turns you over on your back, hands grabbing at the skin harshly, his rings pressing at your skin hard enough to create an indent. Your leg wrapped around his waist tugs him down, his chest landing on yours.
âQuestion, my love,â Eddie mutters, words intertwined with his kisses. âWhy the hell havenât I seen this dress until now, itâsâŚoh my god.â
You grin against his lips, pushing your hands past his cotton shirt. âWaiting for a special occasion.â
âYou telling me I couldâve seen this ages ago, baby?â He gasps, wrapping your tongue against his, delicate but enough to make you mewl into his mouth.
âProbably.â
He nips your lip, a punishment for your cheekiness. âItâll look better on the floor.â
Your hips grind up, meeting the bulge in his pants just right. âYou canât say stuff like thatââ you gasp, arms wrapping around his neck to hold on to him pathetically.
âYou have no idea the things Iâve wanted to say to you.â His hand travels further up, passing the waistline of your panties and spreading on the skin of your tummy. âAll the things Iâve held backâŚâ
The admission is thrilling and terrifying, giving you almost everything youâve ever wanted.
Now if you could get that bike you wanted for Christmas when you were twelveâŚ
âCan you tell me now?â you ask, smiling up at his pretty, bewildered face.
âHmm, patience,â he tuts, using his hand to explore. âRight now I just really want to touch your pussy, please, baby, please.â
Itâs your turn for bewilderment. Heâs acting like touching you is this great honor, instead of a means to an end like anyone else youâve slept with. âUh, yeah, I want that. I really, really want that.â
Eddie sighs, using his traveling hand and dipping it under the waistband of your panties. As his best friend, youâve gotten so comfortable around him, arguably too much. Late nights in his room with a t-shirt and panties as his room fills with smoke. Eddie is only human, appreciating them too much as as you sat cross legged with the strip just a tad too thin for what it was supposed to cover.
This particular pair is decorated in lace up the front, a sheer lace for the bum, a light blue to match the flowers. His fingers latch to your pussy, delicately moving them up and down the folds.
âOh my god,â he sighs, playing with the slick and spreading it. âYouâre so wet, all thisâŚall this for me?â
He adds more pressure, rubbing small circles and watching you throw your head back and melt in the heat that spreads across your thighs and takes form in a tremble, in a shake. âF-feels good.â
âYeah?â he asks, placing his thumb on your clit and rotating it in tiny circles. âYou like the way I play with your pussy, baby?â
You frantically nod, grinding up against him. âNeed..need more. Please? More?â
âWhat does more mean?â He leans in, decorating your neck with sucks and bites and licks. âYou want me to lick it, baby? You need my fingers, you already begginâ for my cock? Câmon my girl, use your words.â
You might just beg for his cock, but you donât want it to be over so quickly. âWantâwant your fingers, Eds.â
He giggles, planting a nice wet kiss on your lips. âThatâs my girl.â He doesnât wait a second, curling one finger past your entrance and pumping it slowly, building a slow momentum that pulls at your stomach. He sighs, husky and deep, âFuck, itâs so tight.â
He removes his finger without warning, not commenting on the moan in disappointment that escapes your mouth. He sits up, grabbing at the waistline as he tugs them down your legs, slowly, carefully, savoring in the moment. He lifts up the skirt, exposing the landing strip that sits waiting for his eyes.
âDid you decorate your pussy just for me? It looks so pretty⌠Thank you, baby girl,â Eddie is borderline emotional in his gratitude, showering you with praises.
Your legs attempt to close back together in embarrassment from his intense stare. He notices it, pushing your legs back down. âDo me a favor, wonât you? Keep these legs open while I eat your pussy.â
You drench your thighs, turned on even from the mere idea of being with him. âMmkay.â
âYouââ he gasps, delicately licking at the mound. âYou taste so good. Wanted to bury my face in this little cunt for so long.â
His hands lift your thighs up and over his shoulder. His mouth tells you he knows exactly what heâs doing, listening to the cues you give him through your quivers and whines. The dress is completely covering his face, hiding the man that is eating you out, slowly and carefully, as if wanting to taste every drop of arousal you feed him.
Before long, your legs start shaking in his hold from the pleasure that has your hands tangled in your hair, eyes squeezed tight as he pulls whine after whine from you. One finger slides right back in, facing no resistance, sucking on your clit simultaneously. That arches your back and curls your toes, gasping from his build up, his words, god just from the years of mental torture.
You cum against his lips without warning, for him or yourself, twitching around his fingers and crying out his name.
He coaxes you through it, kissing your pretty pussy lips gently until your legs stop convulsing. Sweat beads on your forehead, spreading on your back and neck and making the thick fabric of the dress too hot. You untie each ribbon, desperately grabbing at the neckline to pull it up and off.
He kisses up your torso, laughing as you get stuck with the dress half off. One heel digs in his back in retaliation, whining as you gesture to him to help you. âIâm sorry, youâre just so cute.â Eddie giggles.
You whine, kicking your legs for him to hurry up. Your hair is stuck in your dress. It lifts over your head, a light bra covering your tits acting as a tease for him. The dress lands on the floor, nice and splayed out as itâs done its purpose.
You roll your eyes, tugging him in for a desperate kiss by the neck, wandering hands moving south to tug at his t-shirt. âWanna see you, too,â you confess, helping him rid of his shirt. âShow me those tattoos.â
âYou like the tatties?â You nod enthusiastically although you know heâs just teasing you. âOh, I bet ya do. Probably ogled them while I wasnât lookinâ huh?â
With a chest like his, you donât imagine he could blame you. You let your eyes speak for you, raking over his covered chest and openly staring. âWanna suck your cock.â You look up at him with big doe eyes, silently begging.
Eddieâs eyes widen at your admission, groaning as you start to undo his jeans. âFuck, I donât know if Iâll last that longâŚI need to be buried in you, wanna feel that pussy around my cock.â
You gulp, wrapping your legs around his torso so his jeans meet your pussy, probably drenching a wet spot on the front. âMe tooâŚbut I remember you said you didnât really get reciprocated very much.â You inhale, gathering courage. âI remember thinking how Iâd love to spend hours with your cock down my throat.â
Eddie keels over you, curling his face in your neck as he whimpers. âYou were holding that back from me?â He punches the mattress right next to your head, a mild temper tantrum. âWhat other depraved thoughts have you been hiding from me?â
âYou want me to tell you, or show you?â Youâre not sure where this surge of confidence is coming from, but youâre running with it, especially if it means you can hear him make that sound again.
âSh-show me- want you to showââ he nods, whimpering into your neck and shuddering.
âMmkay,â you muse, smirking at just how easily the shoe falls on the other foot. âGet on your back.â
He complies promptly, wrapping his arm around the small of your back and turning the two of you over. You straddle him, grabbing at his chest carefully as you plant kisses all the way down his lean torso. You bring teeth into the mix, sucking and biting and marking your territory.
Youâve been itching to do so since he showed up one morning with bruises decorating his neck, claiming his hookup got a little too eager.
I'll show you eager, you begrudgingly think, wishing that all the boys were teasing him from bruises you gave him, instead. God, there was one planted on his collarbone that was excessively large, annoyingly so.
You mark your way down his chest, his stomach, lapping greedily at his treasure trail as he whimpers at your enthusiasm. This is power, you think to yourself, wondering what other noises you could conjure from him. As your mouth moves, so do your hands, undoing his belt slowly, taking your time as you unzip his fly.
The evidence of his arousal is strikingly clear, his boxers bulging out of the open fly and begging for your attention. While your subtle glances downward gave you an inkling of his size, his hardened cock presenting itself to you, even disguised in its plaid wrapping, had you letting out a gasp in unbridled lust.
You wrap your hand around it, gleaming as he hisses, a hushed swear passing through his lips. You watch his face, observing him as you place your lips on the covered shaft, just letting him feel the heat of your breath on it. âOh, fuckââ Eddie chokes, letting out harsh shudders.
The sight of his face is borderline angelic, all of his walls down as he focuses on you. You canât help but smile at that, at how you desperately wished for nights like these, only paying attention to one another. You poke your tongue out, drenching the cotton fabric with your spit, working your way down the length.
At his little whines, you finally curl his fingers under his waistband, drooling at the taut cock that pops out, giving you a friendly hello, swaying from the spring. You smile ear to ear, delicately wrapping your hand around the base.
You kiss the tip, lapping at the pearl of precum that gives the clear indication of his arousal, as if his hard on wasnât enough. âMmm,â you hum at the salty taste, leaning in to suck every last drop from his flushed tip.
You let the saliva that has pooled on the surface of your tongue drool onto his cock, spreading it down the shaft, absorbing the moan he rewards you with. âShit, that feelsâoh my god.â
You smile with pride, finally taking him into your mouth, enthusiastically bobbing up and down on his length. Your eyes remain on his, watching him as his face melts, committing it to memory.
âOh, Jesus,â he swears, hips rutting up, clawing further into your mouth. You take him in further, gagging on it as you wrap your tongue around it experimentally, choking loudly and purposely. âCh-choke on it, yeah, ch-ohmy god, just like thatââ
Your hand moves in rhythm with your mouth, slobbery sounds of spit on flesh, his and yours, deliciously wet. He tenses up beneath you, whines growing more desperate, moans huskier, deeper. Itâs a marvelous melody, one no composer could make even if they tried their hardest.
âSt-st-stop,â he stutters, curling over himself, writhing under you. âStopâI-Iâm gonna cum.â
Reluctantly you listen, lifting your head off him with a pop and cheekily smiling at his heaving chest. You crawl upward, yelping as he wraps his arm around the small of your back and tugs you in for a kiss, more powerful, wrapped in an unnamed emotion you couldnât possibly let yourself be delusional enough to define as. The one hand crawled up your back undoes the clasp of your bra, tugging it off your arms and flinging it across the room.
âGimme those tits,â Eddie sighs, kneading them in his hands and toying with the flesh and nips. âOh, theyâre so pretty, baby. I love them, Iâve wanted to play with them for so long.â
Eddieâs legs move under you, kicking off his jeans while holding you close to his chest. You sit up, tugging him up with you as you hover just over him.
His skin directly on yours, close and toe curling as you straddle his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you stare into his eyes. Thereâs a glow in them, eyebrows relaxed as he holds your hips, staring up at you with such enamour. âWant your cock,â itâs only a whisper, but loud in the intimacy between you two. âI want you.â
His brows furrow, only a moment. The thought passes through him quick as a flash, but you see it.
âWhat was that?â
He smiles, relieved and tender. âIâve wanted you for so long.â He leans in, pressing kisses on your clavicle, your neck, your shoulder, the swell of your breast. âNot-not just like this. I mean, fuck, I wanted it, so, so bad. ButâŚIâve wanted you, wanted your late nights and early mornings, to help you when you need to study, wash the dishesâŚsorry, Iâm rambling.â
You pet his cheek, shaking your head. âNo. Keep going.â
âI mean, weâve always sort of had that, you know? It was just torture, not kissing you stupid whenever I wantedâŚbecause I wanted to. I wanted to, so much, baby. I love you. So much. Youâre my best friend, my person, and I just love you so fucking much.â
A breath of a laugh passes through your lips, attempting to absorb what he had just told you. âReally?â
You smile, holding him tightly as you kiss him, sighing happily as he confirms, nodding frantically. The head brushes against your entrance, pulling a whine from you. âEds, I-I love you, too.â The kisses get more fierce, Eddie clinging onto you harder and nearly attacking your lips. âButâŚif you donât fuck me soon I might actually lose my mind,â You giggle.
He laughs, combing his fingers through your hair, away from your face, from the sweat. He slaps his cock against your clit, teasing you with his head. âOf course, baby, you wanna ride me, hmm? Hop up and down on my big fat cock?â
You nod, biting your bottom lip, hissing when he pushes his head in, watching as your jaw drops. âOh, look at you, I knew you could take it like a good girl.â
You choke back a whine, swallowing hard as his words have such a strong effect on you. âFuck, f-feels so good.â You stop, mewling as the burn of his girth becomes too much.
âDonât rush yourself, baby, itâs okay.â He puts his hands on your hips, digging into the soft flesh. âSo nice and tight, fuck.â His eyes practically roll to the back of his head.
You sink further, taking him deeper as the burn bleeds into bliss and back to burning again. âJesus, sâgood.â
âMm, almost there, baby.â
âMove, please. Eds. Need-need you to move.â
Eddie chuckles, large hands holding your back. He lifts his hips, slowly filling you to the hilt and bringing it back out, one hand landing by his side to use it for leverage. You chirp out his name, mewling as he slowly rocks his hips. âLove the way you say my name,â he gasps.
You start rocking, slowly lifting your hips as you assist him. âYou gonna make me scream it?â
âIf thatâs a challenge, then I will happily accept,â Eddie growls, gripping onto your hips harder and pulling you down so the union of where your bodies meet hurts in the best way. âWonder when those legs will give up, hm?â
âIâve thought about riding you on the couch too many times to give up easily,â you admit, giggling at his wicked grin.
âOh, have you now? Been wearing those little panties just so Iâd snap and ravish you, hmm?â He asks, hair wild as he watches you bounce on him.
âMaybe,â you admit, though that was mostly just out of comfort and trust of your best friend. âYou have stronger will power than I thought you would.â
âHmm, you think too much of me, baby,â Eddie mutters, framing your face with his hand and pulling you in for a kiss.
Admittedly, your legs are growing tired, but you soldier on, connecting your forehead with his desperately and watching his eyes glaze over. Your head already feels hazy, heat building in your stomach as you rapidly climb towards your climax. âYou getting close? About to cum on my cock?â
You nod, startling in your movement as he starts to move you quicker with just the tightening of his grip on your hips. âEds,â You whimper as he rubs his thumb on your clit, rapid movements as he hurdles you towards your orgasm, your cunt tightening around him as your eyes roll back.
âLemme feel you squeeze my cock, baby, wanna feel you cum all over it.â Almost as he demands it into existence, you finish with a start, twisting your toes together and hunching over his shoulder while he rolls his hips, gasping and whining and mewling. âOh, thatâs my girl. Here, bet those legsâre gettinâ tired, hmm?â
You nod, giddily giggling as he maneuvers you on your back. âGod, I love you. I really really do. I donâtâI donât know what the fuck Iâve been thinkingââ
You slap your hand on his mouth, giggling at his wide eyes. âSorry, butâŚshut up. Rail me. Destroy me. We have time for all that later, now quit getting all emotional on me.â You take your hand off his mouth and pat his cheek. âBe a good boy and make me scream your name, wonât you?â
He chuckles deeply, his jaw dropping as he nips on the palm of your hand. ââBe a good boy,â hmm? Yes, maâam.â
Okay, this turns you on too much not to eventually dissect it, but Eddieâs hips start moving, harsh and raw and brutal, just as you asked for. With each collision of his hips comes a whimper from the force, each one louder than the last.
His head curls down into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin as he sucks and bites and laps his tongue over the pain. âLook at your neck, all marked up. All mine,â He rasps.
âAll yours,â you whisper, choking on the emotion that fills your throat.
âMy good girl who loves to get fucked hard, hmm?â He chuckles, curling his arms tightly around you. âOh, listen to those pretty little noises youâre making, so pathetic for me, oh fuck.â
âEd-keep-oh-ohââ you gasp, whining higher and higher.
âYeah, just like that. Pathetic little princess.â
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in close, skin to skin, all sticky and sweaty as the smell of sex fills the air.
âYouâre moaning like a desperate little slut but youâre not screaming my name, yet. Canât wait for it. Hmm? Why you makinâ me wait?â
âMaybe youâre not hitting hard enough,â you gasp, a smile spreading across your face.
Eddieâs eyes widen, lifting his body off yours quickly. âOh yeah? Hands nâ knees. Turn around.â He sends a jolt of fear through you, eyes widening as move into a crawl position. âThatâs a girl.â
His hands tighten on your hips, lining himself up and pushing in all within the span of 3 seconds. Heâs relentless with it, lurching forward as he grabs a fistful of your hair. âCâmon, I canât hear you.â He taunts you, pulling deliciously at your scalp.
He starts moving faster and harder, clumsily planting his lips on your back, messily trying to take any claim he can on you. One hand slaps your ass, Eddie hums, appreciating the print of his hand on your skin. Moans pass through your lips, the loud ones that Eddie was asking of you. HIs name is added into the mix, cross eyed and desperate as he somehow increases his force.
âThere we are. Where do ya want me to cum, baby, Iâm so fuckinâ close.â
âCumâcum in me, Eds. Fill me up.â
âFuck-you, yâsure?â
âFill. Me up.â You say again, getting your point across.
âOh fuckââ he stutters, jaggedly rutting into you as he bends over you, filling you up with sticky white ropes. âYou feel that, baby? Fuck. You feel all full?â
Eddie releases the hold on your hair as you fall forward, breathing heavily as you collect yourself. He pulls himself out, collapsing right next to you. His arms easily wrap around your back, pulling you in against his chest. You curl into him, sighing happily as you listen to his racing heart.
You lay like that for a while, listening to his breathing even out as he pets your hair gently. He plants a kiss on your forehead, humming. âWhy did that take us so long to do?â You ask, still trying to regain control over your breathing.
âHmm?â He pulls away, processing your question. âOh, I donât know. Weâre idiots.â
You tug him back in, feeling sleepy as you smile against his chest. âYeah. Big, big idiots. I love you, idiot.â
He hums, pulling you in tighter. âLove you too, ya idiot.â
Itâs strange. You thought it would change everything if he were to finally be yours. It doesnât change anything, banter traded as always, only with a caressing hand that tugs you in for a kiss when he teases you. Hormones go wild, finding resolve in one another as movies are no longer watched, just a nice background noise.
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tw: pregnancy. overall, just some domestic dad-to-be gojo trying to show how much he loves you even with how your body changes and all <3 based on a request!
a part of gojo's love entries
donât think that satoru hasnât noticed how you linger in front of the mirror these days, touching your body all overâparticularly your baby bump. seeing your face twist into a sad frown dampens his spirits too.
on the other hand, you understand that itâs a natural process, but you have never gained this much weight before, and despite already having your husband reassure you before, you still feel somewhat meh about yourself.
âhowâs my favorite girl and little rascal doing today?â he flopped down on the bed beside you as soon as he returned from school, caressing your belly. âready to come out yet?â
you throw him an unamused look. âno, satoru. and donât make it sound so effortless. iâm the one pushing him out.â
âahh, but i canât wait though~â
his palpable excitement actually made you smile as you placed your hand over his. but then your smile fell a bit and he was quick to notice it.
âwhatâs on your mind?â he asked then. âtalk to me, hmm?â
âno⌠itâs nothing.â you looked away, a bit ashamed. if satoru says heâs not bothered by your figure, you really shouldnât be thinking about this any longer. you didn't want to make him worry⌠but it really wasn't easy to let it go.
âhmm, my baby mama canât be sad,â your husband pouted, and suddenly he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. âsheâs the cutest when she smiles.â
you looked up to him, feeling the security in his arms and yet still a hint of uncertainty in your voice. âam i just cute⌠to you?â
you wanted to be beautiful too. like how he used to sing you praises during your school days.
satoru grinned. and itâs the kind of toothy grin that makes your heart soar.
âno. youâre also pretty.â he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. âand youâre smart, kind, nags a lot, gets pouty easily⌠and you're sweet like a dango, makes me want to gobble you up.â
âso now iâm a dango?â you nestled your head against his broad chest, feeling your face start to heat up, and a smile beginning to curve your lips. stupid satoru. he said all of them so easily it was making you giddy and felt silly for doubting him at all.
âjust because our baby is going to be a mochi. and look, youâre so close to carrying him to full-term,â he rubbed your swollen tummy again, this time with a more sincere smile. âi love you the most for it.â
your eyes took a shine, processing his words, and you couldâve sworn that right now, nothing couldâve shaken your feelings for your silly husband.
suddenly your baby kicked you hard as if to reprimand you too for your insecurities, and you winced.
âhurts?â satoru questioned, slightly concerned when you nodded. âwait iâll tell him off.â
he cleared his throat and began making circular motions on your abdomen, as if to summon him.
âyo, brat. you canât kick your mama like that too often these days. youâre accumulating karma and she counts it. when you come out, sheâll forbid you from eating our favorite mochis andââ
âsatoru!!â
and then the two of you just burst into giggles, and once again, you utterly and thoroughly fell in love with him. for always making you feel safe... and loved.
âyou know, satoru...â this time it was you who hugged him, breathing in his scent for comfort. now you were totally worry-free, the softest of smile on your face. âiâm really grateful that... we found each other.â
at your heartfelt confession, satoru felt his chest tighten with warmth and his cheeks flush. he is so blushing and he tries covering it with a chuckle. and the words lingering at the tip of his tongue wereâ
âheh, arenât you glad you married me?â
yeah... iâm so glad that itâs you too.
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cockwarming chris:
â¨a conceptâ¨
"you need it?"
"yeah..."
"come here then," he says, his voice low and deep. "come sit on my cock."
you almost scrambled to his lap, but chris put a hand on your shoulder.
you whined in desperation.
his lips twitched into a grin for a half second. "behave. i'll give you everything you want if you just be good, yeah?"
you nodded, quickly and with abandon.
"be good for me, uh huh?"
"i will. i promise."
he smiled. "that's my girl. come here."
chris took hold of your thigh, moving it over his lap and settling it on his side, your body straddling his.
"go on," he whispered. "show me what you want."
your hands fumbled with the elastic hem of his shorts, tugging them just below the hardening bulge of his cock. encasing it in your hand with a whimper, you began to pump him up and down, up and down...
chris's lips parted with a pleasured sigh as his eyes closed and his feathery lashes fanned his cheeks. "sit on me, sweet girl," he groaned, "please."
you needed no further direction. shifting your weight to your knees and positioning your slick cunt above his cock. chris's tip twitched and hit your clit, eliciting a groan from deep within your stomach. his precum-leaking slit pressed against your entrance, and as you sank down worshipfully around him, chris lifted a gentle knuckle to your chin. "look at me."
you gasped, your stomach full of him, your back held secure by his other, unoccupied hand, your bottom lip pulled into a pout by his thumb, your eyes held in an unforgiving, electric blue gaze.
"you feel so good on top of me, pretty girl," chris said softly. "so good."
"th-thank you," you stuttered out.
"too much?"
"n-no."
he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "there she is. my pretty girl."
"mhm," you moaned, unable to look at him any longer. your head dropped to his shoulder and your hands wrapped themselves around his shoulder blades, your pussy spritzing with pleasure as you felt his heart beat through his cock.
"i know," he murmured, carding his fingers through your hair. "i know. i'm here. i got you."
"n-needed-fuck-needed you so-so bad," you whimpered.
"just wanted to be filled up, huh?"
"yeah," you said with a pout.
"you missed me today, didn't you. couldn't stop thinking about this."
you tightened your grip on his skin in response.
"just wanna be a good girl for me, makin' me feel good...wanna be stuffed full of me."
chris kissed the top of your head as he stroked your hair. "you're the best girl ever. my pretty little girlie."
"yeah?" you cried softly, your voice high and quiet.
"of course, mamas," he replied. "of course you are. you're so good to me." chris's arms flexed around you, holding you close to him. your puffy clit brushed against the soft, warm skin above his cock. you whined into his neck. "i know," he purred. "i know. it's a lot, huh?"
"yeah...i like it though."
"yeah? you like keeping my dick warm?"
you couldn't help but giggle. "yes."
you felt chris smile against your temple. "you're so silly."
"i love you," you whispered, kissing the veins hidden beneath his skin. "i love you a lot."
"i love you," he grumbled, "tons more than you love me, actually."
"who's dick riding who, exactly?" your sass was cut off by the sudden, snapped thrust of his hips into yours. a broken gasp stumbled from your lips as your already-leaking pussy began to cry onto his pelvis.
"something wrong, ma?" his eyes glittered with mischief.
"you're a dick," you said matter-of-factly, utterly unsurprised but incredibly happy when he leaned forward, laying your back against the bed as his body hovered over yours, cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
"am i?" he crooned, sliding slowly out of you.
"y-yes," you panted, your walls clenching, trying desperately to keep him close to you.
his tip made your folds bulge as it slipped out.
"i h-hate you."
chris didn't reply. he only smiled, his head tilted as he lowered his cock back into you, slow but unrelenting, giving you no pause to adjust to him, drinking the view of your brows furrowing, your lips parting to make way for your breathy sighs, your pulse throbbing in your neck.
"no you don't," he said sweetly, balancing on one tensed, veiny hand as he brushed your cheek with his other. "you're addicted to me, and you know it."
you couldn't help but nod. he was right.
chris was always right.
"that's my precious girl."
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Danny is a minx and I am not responsible for him.
Okay, so, you all voted and I, um, failed? We didn't get to cuddling. There should be cuddling coming? Idk, darlings, this was my third start on this and Danny took over. I've got no say in this anymore. Canon-typical violence, crude language, cross dressing, discussions of prostitution
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âYou think you can fucking play us like that?!â
The shout carried easily through the crisp fall air. Red Hood sighed and changed direction away from his safe house and towards the noise.
ââfuck you up for that! Give us our fucking money back!â
âFuck you,â snapped back a voice that Jason had come to recognize over the last several months. Right then the words dripped in fake, but damn convincing, heavy Crime Alley drawl, but Jason knew it all the same. âIf yous donât got it, donât bet it. If yous donât got game, donât play it.â
âYeah, no, I donât think a little girl like you gets to say how this goes,â a third voice growled.
Hood clung to the edge of the roof just long enough to drop silently into the alleyway next to the dive bar. From the quick glance sent his way he was only noticed by the damn minx, so he leaned casually back against the grimy brick wall and unholstered his gun.
âRight? Yeah! Yeah, bitch! You donât get to say how this goes!â the first voice shouted again. The guyâs shoulders were squared up as if he was some sort of threat in his overpriced, knock off bomber jacket and ill fitting jeans.
It almost made Jason want to sigh.
Actually, fuck it, Jason gave in and sighed loudly, knowing how it sounded through the modulation of his helmet. Bomber Jacket and his buddy, I Swear This is Real Italian Leather, spun around and then cowered so quick Jason swore they gave themselves whiplash.
âSo,â Jason said with every ounce of disinterest he could put in his tone, âhow does this go? Because right now, Iâm thinking that itâs you two who are gonna be going before I put bullets between your eyes.â
âRight, um, yes Red Hood,â Bomber Jacket cowered and grabbed desperately at his friendâs pleather jacket to pull them out of there.
âAnd gentleman,â Jason said, making them freeze in their steps, ânext time you lose your money to a pretty lady, you leave her the fuck alone about it.â
They nodded frantically as they backed the rest of the way out of alley and then took of running.
âI think you made one of âem piss himself,â the minx said, looking from the alley way to Jason with those striking aqua eyes.
Jason just shrugged and holstered his gun. âProbably.â
The short, tight skirt clung to the minxâs legs, pulling up enough with the sashaying steps that Jason had to wonder how everything stayed hidden. He kept still as fingers tipped in bright pink nails walked their way up his chest to the red bat. Aqua peered up from below thick, dark lashes. âAnd did I hear right? You think Iâm a pretty lady?â
âHair is nice like this,â Jason said brushing a gloved finger through the black strands that just brushed the edges of the chin. âBut surprised your cock isnât hanging out of that skirt with how short it is.â
Danny let out a started laugh, resting his forehead against Jasonâs chest for a moment before he patted it and backed up to a more respectable distance.
âDuct tape and body shapers works miracles.â The fake Gotham accent was gone and replaced with the faint Midwestern drawl that Danny only seemed to let out around Red Hood. âAnd donât make that face, the duct tape is outside of the panties.â
âYou canât see my face,â Jason pointed out, a bit grumpily because he had been grimacing at the thought.
âI was still right though,â Danny said with a smug little smiling pulling on his cherry red lips. It was a good color on him. He leaned back against the wall and spread his legs in a way that Jason couldnât help but follow with this gaze. âEverything is fine down there, Boss, just a little squished. Offerâs still on the table if you want to check out the good. No charge for my darlinâ knight.â
Jason snorted at the continued offer from Danny; it was practically as good as âbyeâ between them at this point since Danny seemed to offer it every time. âIâm not going to be one of your Johns, Danny.â
âTold you no charge. Could just be two people who like sex,â he offered with a little shrug, but pushed himself off the wall to leave. No, Danny pushed himself up off the wall with a wince.
Jason was at his side in an instant. âOne of those fuckers get you?â
âNo, so no hunting them down,â Danny said. His voice was confident, but the way he actually leaned on Jasonâs offered arm was worrying. âJust a bad Johnâ ex John. Thatâs why Iâm sharking pool instead of working the corner.â
As if Danny had to work an actual corner anymore. He appealed to a very specific type of client that could pay to have something pretty and convincing on their arm and still get what they wanted between the legs and in the sheets.
âYou taking anything for it?â Jason asked.
Danny just shrugged. âNah, Boss, nothing over the counter works on me really.â
âClinic?â
Danny snorted. âAs if. They can test for STDs and thatâs about as much as I want a clinic near me.â
Jason resisted the urge to cuss at Danny. He got it. After all, he only trusted Leslie or Alfred reallyâ or a family member in a pinch.
Maybe he could just bluster Danny into getting some help. âRight, come on.â
âWhat?â Danny asked, digging his heels (and fuck those were some heels) into the ground.
Not willing to put with that right then, Jason just swung his arm under Dannyâs legs and scooped him up like he was nothing. Fuck the Johns really had to be able to throw Danny around if they wanted that sort of thing.
âBoss, Hood, what the fuck?!â Danny hissed.
âSafe fucking house is what the fuck so I can check you over.â
âBoss, if you wanted in the skirtââ
âDanny, shut the fuck up and let me make sure youâre alright, alright?â Jason asked, looking down at him.
Danny stared back with a frown. Then his sighed, like it was the biggest concession in the world to make. Finally he rested his head against Jasonâs chest. âFine, Boss, whatever you say.â
âThank you,â Jason said, more gently than he meant to.
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Jason had to suck in several careful breaths as he took in the wound splashed across Dannyâs ribs. âNo fucking John did that to you and if they didââ if they took some sort of hot poker to Dannyâs sideâ âIâll kill them if they did.â
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Technically, I didn't stay up.
Just you and Spencer being fluffy when he comes home from work and falling asleep in each other's arms.
Spencer Reid X GN! Reader.Â
DISCLAIMER This story is completely SFW, minors do not interact regardless! You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you donât like it, donât read.Â
Word count: 1K See notes at end for authors note, any spoilers & update schedules.
I was listening to Margaret when I initially started writing this:
Spencerâs abnormal work hours were something you were entirely used to. You never knew when he was going to be called away and although he would text you when a case wrapped up, it was never a guarantee that he was going to make it home. Actually more often than not, he was usually hauled right back in for another case. What could you do? Serial killers didnât really care about his convenience. Regardless, you always insisted on being present to greet him at the door, even if it meant testing your sleep schedule.
from: Spence â¤ď¸
20:42 | The jet took off not too long ago. We should land in roughly five hours. Please donât force yourself to wait up.
20:42 | I love you!
You were quick to respond to everything except the not waiting up part. Your plan hadnât actually gone that smoothly, youâd fallen asleep on the couch not long after making yourself comfortable there. You didnât hear him unlock the door. He took extra care to be as quiet as possible when abandoning his shoes and satchel at the entrance. He even put a lot of thought into making his steps as light as possible when he began to make his way to the bedroom, only to spot you curled up on the couch.Â
He smiled to himself at the sight in front of him. The only lighting was a small lamp in the corner of the room, but to him, you were the brightest presence in the room. Your expression was neutral and your breaths shallow as you lay dead to the world. You looked so peaceful, he considered it to be almost criminal if he were to disturb you. He couldnât just leave you there though. It wasnât good for your body to be curled into a cramped position.Â
Spencer made his way over to you, crouching down next to your face. He couldnât help but admire whatever features were visible. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead. âHoney?â he whispered when he pulled away. His voice was so soft. He didnât want to disturb you, but he wanted you to be comfortable in your own bed. âHmm?â Your brain registered his voice, but it took your body a second to register his presence.
Spencer still had a hand in your hair, lightly stroking it. Your eyes fluttered open momentarily before they shut again. âYouâre back!â You mumbled groggily, reaching out to brush your fingers against his hand. âI am!â He whispered gleefully. Your other hand made its way to his face so you could stoke his jaw. You could feel a little bit of stubble coming in. Spencerâs ears perked up at the little giggle that came out of you when you dropped from the couch into his lap and wrapped yourself around him.Â
âIâm sorry to wake you. I did tell you not to stay up.â His long arms swallow you into his embrace as he speaks.Â
âTechnically, I didnât stay up.â You counter letting your hand make its way into the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âSleeping on a surface that isnât firm enough can contribute to back pain and because the surface of a couch tends to be softer than a mattress, it might not offer enough support for your back. Also, falling asleep while sitting up on a couch could result in your head pushing forward, which puts stress on the neck. Sleep posture is an important predictor of stiffness, back pain, and neck pain, according to several studies.âÂ
âThank you Doctor. I remember why I missed you so much.â You pull back as you speak. âWho else is going to be as concerned about my sleep posture as you?â
âI missed you too.â He scoffs in amusement and smiles into the kiss you lean in for.Â
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck when you feel a yawn coming. âLetâs go to bed, okay?â He whispers, sensing your sleeping demeanour.Â
âOnly if I can take you with me.â You whisper into his skin. He huffs a small laugh as he pushes you off him so he can stand and offers his arms down to you. You grab them and he pulls you up. Neither of you let go of each other's hand as you walk into the bedroom. âIâm just going to brush my teeth first, then Iâll be right with you.â Spencer announces. Still ever the germaphobe.
âIâm gonna join you, that nap made my mouth all dry.â You follow behind him. Spencer grabs both of your toothbrushes and holds them out, as you grab the toothpaste and squeeze an equal amount on each brush. You then take yours out of his hand and the two of you begin brushing. Youâre both trying to make up for his time away by leaning into each other, stealing glances in the mirror and smiling if you get caught.Â
When you both finish up in the bathroom, you make your way back to the bedroom together. It's like both of you are incapable of being away from each other right now, even for a second. Spencer decides against changing into more comfortable clothes, wanting nothing more than to hold you. He joins you under the comforter, immediately pulling you as close to him as possible.Â
Neither of you have enough energy in you for conversation right now, youâre still sleepy from your previous nap and Spencer is entirely drained from the case. Still, you acknowledge each other through light touches and kisses. Spencerâs hand now makes its way to your hair while you draw little patterns against his chest.Â
âI missed uâÂ
âI <3 uâ
ââĄâ
â:)â
He doesnât recognise the little messages, but he appreciates the feeling all the same. You begin drifting off into sleep, revelling in the warmth emitting from him. Spencer smiles when he hears light snores coming from you. He truly considers himself the luckiest man alive. You donât hear it but before he drifts off himself, he makes his feelings known to the universe in a light whisper.
âI love you so much you know. Iâm gonna marry you someday.â
Spoilers: Fluff, Domestic! Spencer, entirely fluffy & domestic. Literally a comfort blurb for the people who take hot showers for too long and just need a hug.
AN - Hey so sorry for any errors, I drafted this in like 20 minutes to make up for the fact that my originally planned story for today would not be complete in time. Enjoy this short blurb. I was in a salty mood and made an entirely angst blurb too, but decided fluff was what society needed today. Also sorry for the shitty fucking title, my brain is shutting down. Also side note - Iâm a WHORE for domestic! Spencer. I just loveeeeee when everyday tasks become so cute and fluffy and romantic. PLEASE recommend domestic Spencer stories!!!
Update Schedule: Original plan drops Monday or Tuesday (Sunday or Monday night EST time). (soooo apparently I'm a liar)
Feel free to drop helpful constructive criticism, Iâm always looking to improve. Remember to stay real and respectful :)
Thank you for reading!
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Obsessed with your work frfr. Can I get a fic or anything you're comfortable with sukuna's friends coming over to his place and the reader sleeping in his bed or smth and him getting all protective and his friends teasing him. Thanks!
"You two are so annoying," Sukuna muttered into his mic, looking back at your calmly sleeping figure on his bed.
"Don't be such a party pooper, 'Kuna!" Gojo's laughter sounded through the pink-haired man's headset.
"I told you already, don't call me that."
"Aww, so your girlfriend can call you pet names but little ol' me can't? You're really showing your true colors here, man," Gojo feigned to cry.
"Could not care less," Sukuna rolled his eyes, his fingers swiftly clicking on the keyboard as he continued his game.
"I am to going to come over there and fuck you up."
"Satoruâ" Geto tried to stop his white-haired friend.
"Try me. I'll kick your ass." Sukuna quickly retorted.
"Nah, I'd win."
A pinging sound was emitted through the Discord call as Gojo disconnected. Geto sighed, "Let's hope he's not actually going."
"Knowing him he's probably just going to rejoin the call. Give it a few minutes."
The few minutes were given and Gojo did not rejoin the call or the game lobby.
Sukuna drummed his fingers on his desk, clearly bored. "Damn, that idiot is really out of it today, huh. Died three games in a row to a bunch of newbies, and now thinks he can beat me in fight."
"I'll see if I can catch him midway, and drag him back," Geto suggested.
"Good luck with that," Sukuna chuckled.
Another ping sounded through Sukuna's headset as Geto left the call. The pink-haired man disconnected from the call as well, and sat up from his chair, slowly walking over towards you.
He admired your sleeping face, the fall and rise of your chest slightly hidden beneath your (his) sweater, the drool dribbling down your chin onto his pillow â which he didn't mind.
He gingerly brushed aside a strand of your hair so he could get an even better look at your face. Despite having been together for more than two years now, Sukuna still blushed at the thought and sight of you. Could you blame him though?
Sukuna slightly jumped at the sound of his doorbell ringing. He looked down at you to see if you had woken up from that but you only shifted a bit, unconsciously nuzzling your face into his palm, seeking his warmth.
What the hell? Was that dumbass actually being for real? Sukuna thought, as he reluctantly pulled away from you and walked out his room to go open the door.
This time, instead of the doorbell ringing, there was a pounding on the door.
"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Sukuna quickly unlocked the door and, lo and behold, standing outside was a scene he was not expecting to see, like, ever.
Gojo, bent down with his hands on his knees, dripping sweat and huffing and puffing. Tufts of his white hair were everywhere, even more messed up than usual. Geto, who was leaning on the wall for support, was not looking much better than his friend.
"I'm sorry," Geto said, his chest heaving, "I tried to stop him, I swear."
Sukuna scrunched up his face, "You ran . . . all the way over here? From your building?"
"Uh huh, that's right," Gojo held out a thumbs up, still heavily panting. "Let me in, I'm going to beat your ass up now."
"No way in Hell, Satoru. And even if I did, you are in no condition to go toe to toe with me," Sukuna pointed to himself with his thumb at the word 'me'.
"C'mon, dude. I need a water, my throat is as dry as your game," Gojo continued to pursue.
"Yeah, my game is just sooo dry, huh? I'm literally the only one here with a girl on my arm."
"Bro, just let me in," Gojo pushed Sukuna aside, and stumbled into his apartment. Geto glanced at Sukuna with an apologetic look on his face, "My bad."
Sukuna sighed, mouthing, "Don't worry about it."
The three men settled in the kitchen. Gojo stuck his head in Sukuna's fridge and searched for a cold drink. Having finally fished one out, he stood back upright, leaning on the counter and drinking.
"So," the white-haired male said, between gulps, "where's the girl?"
"The girl?"
Gojo nodded, still drinking. "Uh huh. Where she at?"
"Sleeping." Sukuna gestured to the closed door at the other end of the apartment.
"How rude of her, the most amazing, handsomest man is in her home and she is sleeping?" Gojo placed his water bottle on the counter, and put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.
"âDon't blame her. I would do the same," Geto joked, Sukuna let out a reverberating laugh.
Gojo rolled his eyes, before storming over to your room. Sukuna quickly moved to standing in front of the door, blocking Gojo from entering.
"Hmm, what's this? You have something to hide, Sukuna? Perhaps . . . drugs? Substances? Or maybe, another girl in your bed?" Gojo rubbed his chin with both his index and thumb simultaneously.
Sukuna scowled at Gojo, "You don't know shit. I do not have another girl in there."
Gojo raised a brow, "Then why would you not want me entering?"
"Because you would wake the girl up, obviously," Geto added, coming to Sukuna's defense.
Sukuna sighed, "Fine, you wanna see so bad? Be my guest." Sukuna turned around and twisted the knob, pushing the door open. He was the first to step in.
Gojo snickered, his eyes landing on your form, "Guess you don't have another girl in here."
"Will you quiet down? You're going to wake her up and she's going to kick you two out. You know she gets more cranky than anyone else," Sukuna whisper-shouted, not helping his cause.
"Tch, she would never kick me out. I'm a literal blessing to be near," everyone rolled their eyes at Gojo's remark.
At this, you rolled over in bed, opening your eyes to glare at the three men in your bedroom.
"I've been awake for the last two hours, you assholes. You guys are so loud that even when Sukuna is wearing headphones I can still hear Gojo screaming his head off. I mean, seriously, do you guys ever close your mouths? For, like, even a second."
The three men all switched their gazes between you, and each other. Geto was the only one sensible enough to apologize to you, before stepping out of the room and leaving you to continue glaring at Sukuna and Gojo, who were now both sweating buckets.
"Baby, I swear, I tried to stop themâ"
"Don't 'baby' me," you glowered at your lover.
"Oooh, someone's in trouble," Gojo didn't even attempt to muffle his laughter.
"You: Gojo, get out. Sukuna, you can make your own dinner."
"Whaâ babe, please, you're cooking is wayâ"
"Don't make me say it again."
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braids? | s.reid
summary; when spencer has time off to heal after being shot in the knee, and his hair is finally long enough, you figure theres no better time to teach him how to braid.
warnings; fem reader, fluff, mentions of being shot in the knee, jesus hair spencer, i love long hair spencer, mhmskajhawgktgrf, reader has long enough hair to braid, established relationships, fluffy fluff fluff
an; so.. another chap of beartober, out of order but this is the one i wanted to post so get over it. i am still in fact dying on illness but i deprived you all for a really long time and i feel bad. i am not longer in hospital. yippie!
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You sit cross-legged on the floor of your living room, a tangle of hair and laughter surrounding you. Spencer sits across from you, legs spread widely (because he had no other choice with his current injury)Â his brow furrowed in concentration as he attempts to follow your instructions. You canât help but smile at the determination etched on his face, even if his fingers seem more suited for catching a football than braiding hair.
He was bored, you knew he was. Having to take time off of work in order to heal from his knee injury, using crutches and having to rely on other people. Well he wasnât exactly fond of it. So were you exactly shocked when he asked you to teach him how to braid, no. Were you excited to finally show him how to do something nice with his hair now that it had grown out? yes.
âOkay, Spencer,â you say, reaching out to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. âItâs really not that hard. Just grab three sections of hair.â You separate your own hair into three neat parts, demonstrating the flow with the ease of practice.
He mimics your movements, but his fingers fumble as he gathers the strands. âLike this?â he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
You nod encouragingly. âExactly! Now cross the right strand over the middle.â
Spencer looks at you with a mix of admiration and confusion. âOver the middle? So, this one?â He raises a finger, pointing to the strand thatâs supposed to cross.
âRight! But you just picked the wrong strand,â you giggle, trying to hide your laughter. âNo biggie! Just start over.â
He lets out a mock groan, the corners of his mouth twitching up. âThis is like trying to solve a Rubikâs Cube blindfolded. How do you make it look so easy?â
âSpencer, if anyone could solve a rubix cube blindfolded it would be you.â You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. âIt just takes practice. And maybe a bit of magic.â
âMagic, huh?â he replies, rolling his eyes playfully. âIâll just need a wand then.â
âYep, a pink sparky one!â You wave your imaginary wand, and the sound that leaves his lips is bright and infectious. âNo other ones would work.â You shrugged. You were still trying to convince him to dress up as a fairy for halloween, (it was not going well)
âOkay, letâs try again,â he says, determined to return to his features. This time, he grabs his hair with more purpose, his fingers moving with the rhythm of a cautious dancer. âSo, cross the right over the middle⌠like this?â
You nod, trying to keep a straight face as he tangles the strands yet again. âClose! But itâs actually the left that goes over next. Youâre almost there!â
âIt seems Almost is my middle name,â he quips, shaking his head. âIâm starting to think I should stick to less intricate hairstylesâlike a buzz cut.â
Your jaw drops, as you instantly shake your headâSpencer, please donât! Iâd miss your gorgeous hair.â You chuckle, and he grins, leaning forward the best he could to brush his lips over yours before pulling back.
âMaybe I should just keep growing it out long, Would that impress you?â he teases.
âOh, yeah.â You canât help but laugh again, and Spencer joins in, the sound of your voices mixing in the cosy space. âI actually really like your long hairâ You added, you donât miss the way his cheeks warm slightly, the sight only makes your smile widen
He shakes his head, changing the topic away from your affection, âAlright, serious face now,â he says, trying to regain his composure. He focuses intently, his fingers fumbling as they once again clash into a confusing mess of strands.
âOkay, okay! Letâs break it down,â you say, suppressing another giggle. âRight over middle, then left over the new middle. Just think of it as a dance!â
âA dance? My fingers are definitely not rhythmically inclined,â he replies, puffing out his cheeks in exaggerated frustration. âWhatâs the next move? A cha-cha?â
You canât help but snicker. âNah, not my style. More like a ballroom dance.â You mumbled, âMaybe with an added shimmy.â
He attempts a shimmy while still holding onto his hair, which only results in a larger tangle. âWho knew hair braiding required so much coordination? I feel like Iâm trying to juggle chainsaws while on a unicycle.â
âMaybe donât picture the chainsaws,â you suggest, your laughter bubbling up again. âJust focus on the hair!â
âRight! Hair. Got it,â he says, his focus shifting back as he tries again. âOkay, letâs do this!â
He manages to get the strands crossing in a somewhat coherent pattern this time. âI think Iâm getting it!â he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with a mix of pride and surprise.
âYes! See? Youâre a natural!â You lean closer, encouraging him. âNow, we just need to finish it off. Keep going!â
Spencerâs confidence surges, and he concentrates on the braid, his fingers working diligently. âI should be a professional hairdresser. This could be my calling,â he jokes.
You roll your eyes playfully. âRight, because thatâs the career path I imagined for you.â
âHey, I could be the first male hair braider in the history of ever!â He says, knowing he is definitely not the first male hair braider, he finishes the braid, pulling it together with an awkward but endearing clasp. âTa-da! I present to you⌠um, something that vaguely resembles a braid!â
You canât help but clap your hands in delight. âItâs beautiful! Look at that creativity!â
Spencerâs grin grows wider as he surveys his handiwork, which resembles a chaotic, yet charming, structure. âI think Iâll add âhair magicianâ to my rĂŠsumĂŠ.â
You reach out, gently tugging on the braid. âYouâve got the magic touch, Spencer. You just need a bit more practice.â
âI think I can manage that,â he replies, looking at his hair in the mirror, now adorned with his whimsical creation. âCan we do this again? I want to get it right.â
âDefinitely! But next time, I get to teach you something else,â you say, the giggles still bubbling in your chest.
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Helping Hand (Older S/W Jihyo x F!R)
Don't ask me why I did it, just know the thought of older sw jihyo couldn't leave my mind for a month or so. Hope you like it! Love ya'll, have fun! đđđ
cw: sex worker jihyo, pussy eating, inexperienced reader, fingering, grinding, dry humping, 69, oral sex, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, swearing, a very long story; not proofread so if you find a mistake... no you didn't mind your business.
You felt nervous.
You looked at yourself for the ninth time in the big mirror, smoothing your dress, applying lip gloss, anything that could take your mind off of the fact that you were about to have sex with a woman for the first time.
Park Jihyo.
Your friend Ryujin had told you about a client that used to go to the bar she worked at, a sex worker, Ryujin said. She was beautiful and confident and everything you dreamed to be, in all honesty.
You got a call.
"She can come over" You told the receptionist, taking a deep breath after hanging up. Your heart thrummed in your ears, a knock on the door.
You opened it, gulping when you saw that astonishing woman leaning on the door frame. Her big eyes complimented her gorgeous face, just as her sharp nose and lips; same lips that displayed this kind of relaxed smile, confident and warm. She wore a white strapless blouse and tight mini skirt; her brown hair adorned her features all the way to her waist. She looked... angelic.
"Good evening, darling" She snapped you out of that trance with that warm voice of hers. "May I come in?" You finally were able to open your mouth.
"Oh yes, I am sorry" You bowed, furiously blushing. She smiled, pressing a firm hand to your shoulder and making you straighten your back.
"You are fine sweetie, no need for that" Her warm eyes met yours and your knees almost gave up on supporting you. She was literally perfect. "I'm Jihyo" You two shook hands and you dumbfoundedly told her yours.
She entered the space not even bothering to look around, but you saw how her eyes quickly roamed around your body and how she discretely licked her pretty lips.
"So..." She started, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Ryujin told me you wanted to try with a woman?" Her voice was smooth, stable. She gave this older and thrustworthy vibe.
"Yes" You cleared your throat.
"Don't get me wrong, but why hire me?" She scanned you, her head falling a bit to the left in a slow motion as if she was hypnotizing you. "You look very pretty and you are young, darling. I know finding a girl to satisfy you would be no problem" She said and you deeply blushed. "Ryujin herself could do it..." You shook your head.
"I don't like Ryu like that..." You were fidgeting with your dress and she reached a hand on yours, almost as if she knew it would pull you back to earth. You completelly stopped and she warmly smiled at you, grazing her thumb over your hand.
"You can sit down honey, it's okay" Her voice dripped like honey and your heart pounded like crazy. You knew she was supposed to be invinting but you were surprised on how alluring she was. You sat down beside her and she motioned for you to keep talking.
"I feel like I always felt something wasn't adding up when me and my ex, you know..." You shyly said. "And I feel like trying with a girl, I just don't know who or how" You gulped, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how else..."
"Oh no baby, it's fine" She placed a hand over you bare shoulder again and you felt like you'd combust. "I am in no position to judge and actually, there's nothing to judge" She stated. "Tell me what do you want me to do" Her sultry voice lowered an octave and you bit your lip.
"I don't know, I mean..." You looked away, trying hard not to melt under her intense gaze. She placed two fingers under your chin, gently making you look back at her.
"Keep your eyes on me when we are talking, okay?" You looked back, nodding. "Good girl" Her brown eyes were shaped like crescent moons when she smiled like that, she petted your hair. "You don't know what you want me to do or you don't know how to feel pleasure?" You thought about it for a moment.
"Both. I think" She nodded, uncounsciously resting her hand on your thigh over the light pink dress. "I'm nervous" You closed your eyes and she cooed.
"It's okay, baby" She leaned closer, her arms embracing you in a hug. It felt warm, comfortable and ot felt hot having her chest pressing against yours like that. "You are okay" She said and you exhaled, your breath grazing the skin of her neck.
You felt yourself tingle between your legs, way more than your ex boyfriend ever made you feel. Jihyo smiled.
Of course she would know your body would react to her touch. She knew it from the moment you gawked at her when you opened the door. She leaned back, keeping herself still on your personal space. Blinking slowly, her eyes travelled to your lips and her breath hit your face ever so lightly. She dipped her head a bit, inviting you to her personal space, time moving slower than ever.
"I am here to teach you, hm?" She says, caressing your cheek. "But I need you to give yourself to me a bit" Her smile wasn't wide but it reached her eyes perfectly. How about we talk for a bit?" She asked, straightening her back and you nodded, biting your lip.
It was a chit chat about mundane things; college, work, friends, etc just to loosen you up a bit and it totally worked. You knew she was good but that was a pro move as she took of her boots and your shoes as well, you two getiing more comfortable in each others presence. After the conversation died down just a tiny bit you felt her stare at you, a certain glint in her eyes.
"You look beautiful" She said, eyeing you up and down as you blushed. "May I kiss you, sweetheart?" Oh that pet name made you melt and clamp your thighs.
Nodding, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hands gripping the sides of your dress, heartbeat quickening.
Jihyo smiled at how adorable you looked, licking her lips when her eyes travelled to your breasts and your thighs under the cute dress. Sometimes work could be quite fun for her.
Seeing your nervousness, she reached for your hand and brought it to her lips, kissing your knuckles. The contact in itself made you clench as you opened your eyes to see her brown ones staring back at you.
"Let me take care of you" She whispered, leaning close enough to your face, her lips almost brushing against yours; 'that's it, no backing down now' You thought to yourself, taking the hint and closing the small gap between yourselves.
Initially it was a gentle, soft peck. She smiled against your lips, silently praising you for your courage, her right hand finding your hair to caress it as she parted her lips, her tongue grazing your bottom lip in a light movement. You slightly parted them so her tongue could brush against yours, giving you goosebumps. The whimper that left your throat was shy, barely registered by yourself but Jihyo was well aware of it and it made her ego go higher than the clouds.
Being someone's first anything was something commom for her, but for some reason she wanted to be the first woman to pleasure you way more than anything.
She sucked your tongue and made your head spin, your hand reaching for her muscly arm to support yourself. You gasped when her hand reached for your waist to pull you to her lap. It felt so smooth you barely registered the action.
"There you go" She firmly placed her hands on your hips, smiling up at you. "It's better to kiss like this" She explained and you nodded, letting her guide you. Who were you to say no to her? She was the expert, not you.
Her hand travelled from your hips over your torso and over your covered breasts to pull you down when it reached your nape and that action made you gasp again, whining against her lips. You fully sat down on her thighs, as she pulled your hips so you would hump them very lightly.
"Jesus-" You tried saying but it was cut short when she bit your lip, pushing her tongue inside your mouth one more time. She didn't rush you but you felt how firm and urgent the kiss was, how overwhelmingly dominant she felt even under you like that.
Without thinking you hugged her strong shoulders, pulling her to you even more, lost in that contact as your muffled whimpers made Jihyo wet just like you.
You were no virgin, not exactly innocent either. You just didn't have experience being pleasured. Apparently your ex boyfriend didn't really do it for you.
"Do you wanna keep going, sweetie?" Jihyo held your chin to the side to kiss your neck and collarbone. You whimpered loudly, gulping when her hot breath fanned over your neck.
"Yes" You breathed out, your heart beating fast as you felt yourself pulse. "Yes, please" You said, finally looking into her eyes again. Jihyo felt herself clench when your hooded eyes met hers, almost melting. Her lips found yours again, but this time she smoothly pulled one of the strings of your dress down, the move barely registered by your brain. Her lips travelled to your jaw as she kissed and lightly bit the skin, then to your neck, followed by your shoulders.
Her firm hands held your hips as she adored every bit of skin her lips could reach, nipping here and there (not hard enough to leave marks of course, Jihyo was a pro after all). She leaned back just a tad bit, looking for any sign of discomfort. Your cheeks were tinted in the most beautiful pink ever and your plump lips were a bit swollen due to your previous actions. She smiled and you swore you'd faint, getting shy out of nowhere.
"Shh, it's okay" She pecked your lips, nuzzling your neck. "Do you want me to take my blouse first?" She asked and you eagerly nodded yes. Not only because you were shy in taking your dress first, but also because you really wanted to see her gorgeous breasts. As stated before, you weren't exactly a saint.
She got up, sitting you on the bed as she slowly lift her blouse over her head, her eyes never leaving your face as yours never left her boobs. You tried hard not to, but you deeply blushed when they beautifully sprung free, your mouth watering at the sight. You closed your eyes, covering them.
"You don't like what you see, baby?" Her seductive voice got closer.
"Oh- I'm..." You tried saying but your heart was racing inside your ribcage. "It's not that, I just got shy..." You said and you could practically hear her groan. She was pulsing in need of feeling you.
She walked towards you, gently holding your wrists to take your hands off of your face. You didn't opposed to it, obediently doing what she wanted you to do. You gulped, now her tits were literally a few centimeters away.
"Do you wanna feel them?" She gently asked, her eyes scanning your body language.
"Y-yes" You stuttered after a while. "Yes, please" You said more firmly and she pecked your lips, guiding your hands to her breasts, hissing when your cold hands touched her warm skin. "Sorry" She smiled when you palmed her breasts.
"Don't apologize, sweetie" Oh that fucking pet name.
"It feels so warm..." You said, eyes on her gorgeous body. She guided your hand in an up and down motion as a sigh left her lips. Her handas left yours massaging her breasts and went to yours over your dress, making you slightly jolt and close your eyes. It felt so soft, so... right. "More, ms. Park" You gulped and Jihyo almost growled at your whiny tone. "Please, more"
She hungrily kissed you; Still at a steady pace, but now it was more than clear that she wanted to fuck you. Her tongue traced yours as your thighs clasped together, your dress slowly leaving your frame.
"I know I'd like what I see, baby" She held your chin up so you'd look into her eyes. "But jesus... You are perfect" Jihyo said and you blushed.
She leaned you down against the plush pillows, pushing your knees apart to keep herself between them. Your body was almost in full display for her, but her eyes never left your face. Not when you looked so cute all shy and with those red cheeks of yours. She kissed you again, now resting her body against your frame. The moan that ripped through your throat almost got you embarassed, but who could blame you when those gorgeous breasts grazed against yours in that delicious friction? How could not moan when her tongue slid so smoothly against yours and her heavy breath could be heard so close to you?
You were so lost in the kiss and the way her body felt against yours that you couldn't even realize your hips bucking against her abs, grinding onto them like you were in heat. She separated from you with a teasing smile, looking down.
"Looks like someone is a little excited" She said, squeezing your tits together and making you moan loudly. "God baby, keep making those noises for me" Her eyes darkened as her tongue swirled against one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth. Your whole body twitched and you felt like you were on fire, biting your lower lip so your voice wouldn't be heard by anyone outside the bedroom.
Her hands roamed around your body as she caressed every bit of skin she could reach, swtching her lips from one nipple to the other, lowering her touches close to your pelvis. Her eyes were trained on your sweet yet lewd expression; Jihyo moaned loudly against your breasts when you bucked your hips on her abs and she noticed the coldish sensation of your wetness seeping through your underwear. She leaned back and kissed you, that steady pace feeling deliciosly consuming.
"You are so wet, baby" She sat on her heels, holding your knees apart.
"Oh my god..." You panted, covering your face so you wouldn't see her hungry gaze.
You panties were soaked, so soaked it showed perfectly the outline of your aching pussy and the transparency even showed her how your clit poked from it's hood.
"No need for shame, darling..." She kissed your knee, holding it against her chest as her other hand gently took your hands off of your face. "Pretty girl" She cooed, dragging her fingertips from your chest to your tummy, then to where you needed her the most, never looking away from your eyes.
She traced the outline of your pussy, hissing when she felt how hot your cunt felt against her digits; Her middle finger grazed your clit so good you cried out her name tossing against the mattress, but her other hand kept you in place. She soon found your drenched slit, biting her lip as she saw how you reacted.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" You knew she could tell you were okay, but that tone, that safety... it made you crumble even more under her dark gaze.
"Yes, Ms. Park" You told her in a breathy tone as one of your hands reached for her thigh to hold her in an assuring way.
"May I continue?" She asked and you blushed. Oh that woman was going to be the death of you. You nodded and she smiled. "Use your words, please"
"Fuck" You unconsciously said as you rolled your eyes. "I mean y-yes" You gulped when you saw her eating you with her eyes. She resembled a lioness and you were nothing but her pretty little prey.
"Then we are going to take these off..." She said, hooking her fingers on your panties and slowly pulling them off of you. "Fucking hell" She moaned out under her breath, her eyes dark as the night. "I'll make you feel so good, honey..." She traced your wet pussy lips and you cried out, closing your eyes. "If you need me to stop you tell me, ok?" She cupped your chin so you'd look at her.
"O-okay..." You faintly said, feeling your body on fire. "Please..." You whimpered when she kissed your lips, tracing your torso with open mouthed kisses, trailling down to your lower abdomen. Gripping the sheets you covered your mouth when her breath fanned over your clit, your legs involuntarilly shaking as her arms circled your thighs to hug them closer to her chest.
She kissed the inner part of your thighs, smiling when your muffled moan reached her ears and then kissing your mound, inhalling your scent; her own wetness seeping through her thin panties.
When she first licked a stripe on your aching cunt you held your breath. The overwhelming sensation almost being too good to be considered real. Her talented tongue penetrated your drenched core and your whole body shook, your scalp tingling like crazy.
"Don't hold your breath, love" Her sweet voice brought you back to earth. You blinked a few times, trying to keep yourself present. "Good girl" She praised before diving back in.
She held you even tighter, one of her hands pushed your lower abdomen down and you went insane, almost screaming in pleasure after such small gesture. You could feel her grinding her face on the whole extension of your cunt, basking on your wetness and your taste.
"Fuck, fuck-" You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "This feels s-so good, ms Park -oh god" You rolled your eyes, biting the back of your hand as she sucked your clit, swallowing every bit of your juices she could, moaning against your pussy with her mouth stuffed.
You felt shy until your pleasure overtook you, now you felt hot. You looked down, one of your hands grabbing her hair to keep her in place; her big brown eyes were already staring at your face, completely lost in your beauty. Provocative and safe.
You bit your lips as you lost yourself in the most beautiful scene you've ever seen as she thought the same: from your flushed cheeks, to your furrowed eyebrows and those beautiful lips that flowed such pretty sounds.
"I think I'm gonna cum" Your voice sounded high pitched and loud, but you didn't care, the knot in your belly was quickly dissolving, your climax bubbling inside you. If you could describe the feeling of falling apart on her mouth it would be as if you were made of butter, melting in the warmth of her lips. "Oh my...-" You said before tensing up, squeezing her hand above your lower belly, gushing your juices beautifully on her chin and lips.
She wanted to stop, her mind wanted to give you some time to process what just happened but she couldn't find the willpower to do so. She kept literally making out with your pussy, your sweet taste so addicting she wouldn't mind doing it for hours and hours.
Her fingers circled your slit, your weak moans filling her ears and her pride growing inside her chest; she made sure to stare into your soul as two of her fingers invaded you, your eyes rolling back as your silent scream made her smile to herself.
"You won't ever forget me, princess" She growled through gritted teeth. "i'm gonna be your favorite first time"
"Oh fuck, please, please" She climbed up, her lips meeting yours felt so desperate, so needy and raw. Your mind was running miles, you swore to yourself you could taste colors, see smells, talk to angels, whatever was best to describe how good it felt to have her hitting your gspot over and over like that.
"You are so pretty, sweetheart" Her pace slowed down a bit. She licked your lips in an upwards motion, her left hand cupping your jaw. "open your eyes for me, pretty girl" She asked and you forced them open, your heart beating so fast you swore you could die at that very moment. "Look" She pulled your face downwards, lowering her gaze and yours to where her knuckles met your stretched pussy.
You shivered, entranced by the sight. You kissed her, hungry for contact, for her skin and muscular back under your fingertips. Teeth, tongue, saliva, lips, all in one motion, clashing together as if you were trying to merge with the older woman above you.
"Ms Park" You mewled under her, your body tensing up again as your arousal hit you like waves each time she thrust her fingers up inside you, your hips unconsciously meeting them in the middle in a delicious way.
"Oh look at you clenching on my fingers" Jihyo moaned against your lips, straddling one of your thighs just above your knee so she could grind on it while still pumping her fingers inside you. "Fuck" She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing in the most breathtaking expression you were yet to see.
"Please, look at me" You said, voice hoarse due to your moans and muffled screams. That caught the woman by surprise, her eyes shooting open to meet your gaze. "Oh god" Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you eneveloped one of her nipples with your lips and you felt her grind even harder, chasing her orgasm in the same pace she did for yours.
You moaned against her skin, that vibration sending waves of pleasure to her drenched pussy as you sloppilly made out with her breasts.
"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" She pressed her lips to your forehead, holding your neck with one hand, curling her fingers inside your aching cunt.
Eyes wide open, you saw in real time as her body tensed above yours, slick coating your thigh as she shivered, also reaching your climax upon having such delicate and unique sight.
You hugged her against you as if she was a life saving jacket, tears rolling down your eyes. Jihyo kissed your cheeks and your neck, pecking your lips as she carefully took her fingers off of you after a while. Panting, she climbed on top of you and flipped you around for you to be on top of her body so she could hug you and caress your sweaty back.
"Are you alright, darling?" She said, grazing her fingers up and down on your back. You nodded. "Words, honey. Use them" She hushed when your hips met her over her skirt, getting a bit restless as you felt yourself growing in need for another round.
"Yes, Ms. Park" You stared into her eyes with a shy expression. You felt her tense under you, her eyes darkening ever so slightly.
"Was it a good first experience with a woman?" She asked in a cocky tone, kissing your jaw and you took a shaky deep breath.
"Uhm... no" You said and she stopped to look at your face.
"No?" She was truly offended. You shook your head no.
"It was just half experience..." You kissed her lips. "I need you to teach me how to eat you out now, Ms Park" You directed your kisses to her neck and you felt her hands squeezing your thighs.
"Oh honey, I won't even charge you for that class" She said and you tried to kiss her again, but she deflected your movement and you ended up kissing her cheek, frowning. "First you need some water" She pushed you to sit on top of her, pulling a towel to cover your body. "Rest a bit" Her authoritative tone made you shiver and that needy feeling between your legs grow.
"But I'm not tired..." You whined and her eyes glimmered.
"You will once I'm finished with you, sweetheart" She held your chin, a small little battle in her eyes and yours. Needless to say, you lost when you looked to the side.
"O-okay" You climbed off of her lap as she grabbed a bottle of water for you, opening the lid and handing it to you as you sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, alright?" She said and you nodded, cheeks full of water. In a sparkle of bravery you stood up.
"Can I..." Yeah, it was gone. You looked down.
"Do you wanna come, sweetie?" She cooed, her index finger under your chin. You gulped, her bare torso making you clench.
"Yes, ma'am" Jihyo smiled, tracing her finger to your chin down your neck, arm and then she finally held your hand to pull you to the bathroom.
You sat on a stool as she turned the shower on, checking the temperature. She unzipped the side of her skirt and suddenly your feet were the most interesting thing in the whole world. You heard her lightly chuckle and her get in the shower.
"Are you coming, darling?" Her voice snapped you out of the feet trance and you got up, seemingly unable to gather all your thoughts.
"Yes, I am" You held the towel, a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks.
"It's ok" She extended her hand for you to hold and so you did. "Do you want me to close my eyes?" She smiled, but the question seemed genuine. You slowly nodded. She closed her eyes as the water splashed on her back; you slowly took it off of your body, standing there in front of her.
Your curious eyes travelled around her naked form, an awe expression as you took in all her beauty, your mouth watering at the sight. Her breasts looked full and heavy, her abs were well defined along with her arms and shoulders and her pussy looked like a fresh and very inviting forbidden fruit.
You had no idea how much time had passed, but she definitely opened her eyes right when you stared and her glistening sex.
"You like what you see?" She slowly asked and you gulped as you saw her hungry gaze. You nodded and you saw her eyes shift. "I'm gonna need you to use your words" She was stern, but she seemed patient.
"I really do like what I see, ms Park" You boldly stepped closer, under the water like she was. "Ma'am?" Oh you looked so delicious with all those Ms and ma'am's flowing out of your pretty lips Jihyo felt herselg go insane.
"What is it, sweetie?" She placed her hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to her and you softly moaned as your boobs pressed against hers, your eyes unfocused for a bit. "What is it? What do you wanna do?" She pushed a bit, wanting for you to voice what you wanted.
"Can you please teach me how to please you?" Your voice sounded like a plea, a whine. Jihyo bit her lip, her wet hand holding the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You pulled back and her attentive eyes seemed surprised. "Your words, Ms Park" You smiled and she bit her lower lip, amused by you.
"I can teach you, sweet thing" She pecked your lips. "I'm gonna teach you so well..." Next thing you felt was her tongue on yours.
The kiss felt different this time, sloppier; She really wanted you to eat her out and the way the kiss felt showed you exactly that.
"Fuck" She breathed out, guiding your mouth to her boobs as she pulled your hair. You latched onto one of them, mindleslly moaning against her soft skin as you sucked them hungrily into your mouth. "That's right, baby... Suck it just like that" She rolled her eyes, as your hands held her waist to pull her closer.
Jihyo pulled you back up to sloppily kiss you, both of you pulsing for each other.
"Come here, baby" She pulled you out of the shower, lightly pushing you so you'd get on your knees in front of her. "Are you sure you wanna learn?" She said, holding your face between her fingers as your eyes locked on hers. She knew you wanted to. All the times she asked for confirmation was just so she'd hear you desperately whine for her.
"Yes, please" You nodded and she smiled against your lips, kissing you.
"You can start by kissing my stomach, my thighs" She guided you. "Don't be shy, baby..." She leaned back a bit. "Look at me, I'm dripping for you" She said and you finally gave a closer look to her pussy. It was red and glistening and it looked so mouth watering you wanted to immediatelly put it in your mouth.
You heard her chuckle a bit and that brought you back to earth. The world started to move slowly as your lips made contact with her thigh in a shy kiss. She smelled amazing, a mix of peach and some expensive perfume; you boldly held both of her thighs for support, squeezing them a bit when your lips were nearing her dripping center, the smell of her arousal closer and more intoxicating.
"You can put your tongue out for me, darling" She said and you obeyed, showing her your tongue as a shiver ripped through her spine. "Now come closer and make contact with my clit" Jihyo said as steadily as she could.
You did just as she told you, your nose touching her mound as your tongue touched her clit lightly. Her legs trembled ever so slightly and you heard her soflty moan above you, giving you the ego boost you never thought you'd have in the first place.
The second contact with her dripping center felt more steady, even more precise. You dragged your tongue a bit more forcefully and you heard her gasp, her eyes locked with yours.
"Fuck" She breathed out, her hand came to gently grab your head to pull you in closer. "Like that, baby" She bucked her hips and you finally felt her taste on your tongue.
It tasted different from anything you've ever tasted. It was delicious.
You closed your eyes, eager to make her feel good, lapping up and down on her wet pussy with a bit more force and she pulled you away with a 'pop' coming from your lips.
"G-gently, baby" She swallowed, her flushed cheeks gave her this turned on look that almost made you melt.
"Sorry" You blushed. "You just taste so good..." You said with a whine and you saw her expression change, her eyes going from your pretty face to your breasts on full display for her.
She sort of mounted your face this time, her dripping slit hovering over your mouth and her hand holding your hair.
"Again" She said and you eagerly nodded, ready to shove your face back where you wanted but she stopped you. "No need to suck too hard"
"Y-yes, Ms. Park" She smiled sweetly at you and that made your whole body shiver.
How could a smile hold such power over anyone like hers did to you just now?
"Now lick it from the slit to my clit..." You did as she said, collecting her juices on the tip of your tongue to soon swallow it and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back. "Yes, just like that" Her strong hand guided your head, the free one tugging at her nipple as she bit her lower lip. "Kiss it as if you were kissing my lips, darling" She gently said, her voice above a whisper and her big brown eyes glued to yours.
And that's when you realized how good it felt to make out with it, quickly learning how to pleasure Jihyo as your tongue swirlled between her folds and your nose bumped her clit every now and then; her moans becoming louder and her hips quivering ever so slightly made your own pussy throb, your own slick oozing out of you.
"Good girl, fuck" She praised when you suck on her clit more gently than before, chin pressing against her slit. "Don't stop baby, keep going" She closed her eyes, the wave of pleasure becoming too much for her as you kept your ministrations; Jihyo leaned on the wall for support, her knees giving up on holding her weight and her orgasm washing over her as her hand kept pressing your face against her pulsing cunt, sliding it up and down to smear her slick all over your face. "k-keep your face there" It was the first time you really heard her stutter.
It felt suffocanting and oh so good to have her in that position. You wanted to keep tasting her, keep doing whatever she wanted you to do. She pulled your hair back, taking your face from between her legs and lowering hers to kiss and lick her wetness from your face.
"Good job, baby" She praised and you almot melted, whimpering while squeezing your legs. "Are you needy already, princess?" She asked, amused by your stamina.
"Yes, ms. Park" You bit your lip as JIhyo gave you an obscene stare.
"Come here" She pulled you up, kissing you and guiding you two back to bed, careful not to toss you on it as she fell by your side. "Sit on my face" She said and you stopped. It was the first time you heard a really commanding tone out of her. "Let me show how good it is to fuck a woman" She smirked, already pushing you up to straddle her face. "No, let me show you how fucking good it feels to have sex with me"
She pulled you down her face, your pussy fitting so right in her mouth you felt your brain turning into mush inside your skull. You felt her tongue circling your clit as her chin bumped your slit. You couldn't tell what was your name but oh boy, you definitely knew hers.
"Fuck Ms Park, fuck - god" You babbled, completely at her mercy as you scratched the bedpost you were trying to hold on for support, both of her hands holding your asscheeks as she brought you in even more to meet her face each time her tongue fucked your dripping hole. "Jihyo, please" You cried out, eyes shut as your whole body trembled upon her, feeling this incesant need for release. Her first name burning on your lips as if it was something sacred.
"Keep calling my name, darling" She basically growled, soon latching her lips over your clit once again. You felt her circle your entrance with one of her fingers and you opened your eyes to look into hers, silently pleading for her to fuck you. "What baby? Use your words" Her voice dripped lust, desire.
"Please fuck my pussy, plea-" And before you finished the sentence, one of her fingers pushed past your entrance to make your eyes roll so far back you almost blacked out.
The squealching sounds were loud and she kept pistoning her finger inside you, soon adding one more to curl them inside your hungry cunt. Your walls squeezing them so good it was hard to move but she wouldn't stop until your orgasm washed over you, her lips attached to your swollen clit.
"Jesus christ" You babbled, feeling yourself loosening that knot inside you and suddenly Jihyo stopped almost making you cry. "Why-" You started but she was already pushing your body to the opposite direction of hers.
"I need your fingers inside me" She growled as she spread her legs a bit, her glistening cunt furiously red from all that action.
"A-are you sure?" You eagerly said.
"You wanted the full experience, darling" She kissed your thigh, hugging your ass closer to her face to pull you down to sit on it. "Now you are going to finger me nice and good, don't hold back" Jihyo went back to lapping up your juices and your shivered, a moan ripping out your throat.
You knew how to finger yourself but another woman? You concentrated yourself in doing it the right way.
You circled her slit and you heard the muffled moan Jihyo let out, her nails digging a bit on the skin her hands were placed over. She clenched and you pushed one finger inside, shallowing thrusting it. It felt wet and warm and you were sure yourself was about to cum because of that sensation and Jihyo's lips on your clit as her nose bumped your entrance.
She held your hand to position one more finger inside, pushing it in with ease.
"Fuck" You let out as she held your wrist to pump your fingers the way she wanted.
You were fucking her all by yourself after a while, knuckles deep inside her stretched hole, screaming for Jihyo as your hips moved against her lips; It was too much, you felt yourself almost blacking out as she squirted all over your hand, tensing under you as her face buried itself deeper and deeper in you.
"I can't- god please" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you violently, your arm giving out on supporting your body upwards, face falling onto the bed as your body literally shut down.
You had no idea how much time had passed but your eyelids were heavy and your body felt warm and light as jihyo comforted you, holding you close and cooing at you as you were lying on top of her.
"It's okay baby, you did such a good job" She pressed her forehead against yours smiling at you as you opened your eyes.
"My body feels so light..." You sleepily said.
"I know you are tired" She said, sighing. "Having sex with women demands a lot from your body" You nudged at her neck, your body slowly shutting down again. "I have a feeling you won't be a client for long..." Jihyo said to your sleepy form as she recalled how good you made her feel.
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Lucifer in love with an artist reader
ăťâĽ Thereâs only one good way to start the day⌠pancakes and ice cream.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
warning: mild swearing
You were awoken by something shifting against your chest. You stirred, adjusting slightly as you lay on your side.Â
You let the covers slide around you, the cool touch of the pillow beneath your face made you smile sleepily. Thatâs right, you were in your bed snuggled warmly beneath your sheets. Which is not where you remembered falling asleep last night.Â
Does that mean everything that happened yesterday was just a really weird dream?Â
If it was, it was the most vivid dream youâve ever had. And, it seemed a little too crazy to be real. Being thrown off a balcony and being seconds away from shooting a man, all in the same night, was not a usual day for you.Â
Your brain was still foggy with sleep, and all you wanted to do was burrow your face farther into the pillow and drift off. Except, that pressure on your chest was making it hard to.
âKeeKee.. please, not right now..â You mumbled into the fabric, your voice laced with drowsiness. There was no response from the feline, but the form shifted slightly besides you, as if to nuzzle closer to you.Â
Sometimes youâd find her sleeping beside you, but that was pretty rare. Even so, you werenât going to let her ruin your beauty sleep. With gentle movements, you slowly slid your arm forward, and your fingers brushed against soft hair.
Your palms hit a firm surface beneath the silky strands. Did KeeKee always have this long of fur? Did she gain weight too? You only ignored your suspicions, and slowly pushed her off your chest, farther across the bed. Sighing happily, you pulled the covers closer to you, embracing its warmth.Â
You felt something stir beside you, and the warm figure snuggled back into your chest. You groaned softly, you were too tired to take this attitude from the cat.
Lifting your arm again, your fingers quickly reached up and grasped the warm silhouette. This time, however, you let your hand travel down the form. Until you halted suddenly, your fingers grazing against something smooth and hairless. You didnât remember KeeKee having any bald spots.
Slowly, you felt farther along. You could feel curves in the surface, cracks even.Â
What in the worl-
âIs this how you plan to wake me every morning?â a voice grumbled sleepily through your fingers.Â
Wait a second. There was a person in your bed?!
Your eyes shot open, the curtains thankfully covering the morning light from blinding you as you jumped out of the covers. Instinctively, your leg shot forward, kicking the stranger right in the side. He was sent tumbling off the bed with an audible âoomph,â and a heavy thump reverberated around the room. Followed by silence.Â
You kneeled on top of the bed, heart pounding as your nerves settled. You blinked, you had recognized that voice. Had that been Lucifer?!Â
You hurriedly crawled across the bed, your head peeking from off the side of it as you peered below you. Laying face down, was the familiar naked back of the fallen angel. His blonde hair messily spread across the wooden floor as he lay there motionless.
âOh my gosh, I am so sorry!! Are you okay?!â You yelled down to him. He stirred, his head nodding slowly under the hair.Â
âYou know, not too bad actually. Believe it or not, iâve taken harder falls.â He mumbled against the wood.Â
Lucifer shifted, rolling onto his back. He looked up at you, before blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. He looked totally fine, if not tired from the sudden awakening. A few rays of the morning light beamed through the window, casting some of his features in a red glow as he watched you. God, he was gorgeous.Â
âI donât remember falling asleep in my bed, what happened?â You asked him, slowly sitting up from your position. He mirrored you, lifting his torso from the ground.Â
âYou didnât expect us to sleep in a chair all night, did you? Iâd be cracking my back for days if that was the case. You look so peaceful when you sleep, so I couldnât bother to wake you. But yes, I moved us to the bed.â
âSo yesterday was real..â You whispered,Â
âUh, yeah. I killed a bunch of scumbags and saved you from becoming a splat on the pavement. Yesterday was definitely real.âÂ
Lucifer sat up fully, before getting to his feet. He stretched, raising his arms above his head before opening his mouth up in a yawn. He was already dressed in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants as he strolled to the bathroom. Did he put those on using magic?
You stood from the edge of the bed, quickly walking to your dresser and pulling out a casual outfit. You began slipping it on, before turning towards the open bathroom door.
You watched Luciferâs back flex slightly as he bent over to wash his face in the sink, your eyes drinking in his figure. Lucifer looked nothing like the ancient paintings visualized him to be. Your brain immediately recalled the image of Alexandre Cabanelâs famous painting, âThe Fallen Angelâ.
It depicted Lucifer as wide-shouldered, toned from head to toe with thick muscles. Nice calves too. Yet, standing here before you, he embodied an angel much more than he did in that painting. Elegant, serene, otherworldly.Â
Like how the candlelight perfectly illuminated his pearly-white skin, as if he was being basked in moonlight. Or how his touch was like velvet sheets against your skin, soft and delicate as he ran his fingers down your waist.Â
He exuded a certain feminine grace, that enraptured you when those pretty eyes of his sent you looks of adoration as you rambled about your current fixations, or gave him more lessons in art history. You smiled warmly at the thought, he was precious to you, no doubt.Â
âYou know what, Iâm thinking.. pancakes! Weâll finally put that big kitchen downstairs to use and make some breakfast.â Lucifer broke you out of your thoughts, as he walked up to you, pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Damn, did he change without you even noticing again?Â
You smiled as he approached, the thought of food making your stomach growl. You were unbelievably hungry, seeing as there wasnât exactly time last night to stop for a meal.Â
âThat sounds like a good idea, weâll get everyone else in on it too and eat together, a big hazbin-family breakfast.âÂ
Lucifer nodded as he turned away from you, his eyes scanning the room. âWhich reminds me, that means I can give Charlie the tuxedoâŚâ He trailed off, turning to you slowly, a look of panic on his features.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lucifer rubbed a hand down his face, growling at himself. âI must have left the bag with her suit back at the club! Ugh, I'm such an idiot.âÂ
âItâs still early, it wonât take you more than a minute to get across the city. Go get her a new one.â You commanded, pointing towards the balcony doors in your room.Â
Lucifer followed your finger, and then nodded quickly. âYouâre right, Iâll go do that.â Quickly, he adjudged his bow-tie, before heading for the doors.Â
It wasnât until his hand was just inches from the handle, did you see the rather large reddish-purple mark sticking out from the crook of his neck. Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed as you realized what exactly caused the bruise. How did you not notice that before?!Â
Quickly, you ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, turning him to face you. âWait! You.. well-you, um⌠got something on your neck?âÂ
He regarded you for a moment, confusion written across his face. âSomething.. on my neck?âÂ
Your cheeks heated again, and you quickly reached up to grab the top of his shirt. On even further inspection, and a slight adjustment of his collar, you could make out the fainted curved indents of teeth marks along his collar bone.
Did you bite him that hard last night? You shouldnât have done that. What if Charlie saw it? That would be so awkward.Â
âFrom.. last night,â you finally uttered, âwhen I got a little carried away.âÂ
Luciferâs gaze narrowed, and then they widened slightly as he understood. A smirk tugged on his lips as he backed away from your grasp. âSo?âÂ
âWhat do you mean âsoâ? Itâs not normal for people to be walking around with hickeys all over them for everyone to gawk at!â You exclaimed, crossing your arms.
âWhy, so they wonât know I had you screaming my name, drenched on top of that table?â He asked, motioning towards the very same dining table that you had been laid over in pure bliss the night before.
You quickly averted your gaze to stop a mental picture forming, and instead met his eyes. Sending him a glare for his bluntness. Walking across the room, you bent down and pulled his overcoat from the side of your bed. Brushing off any dirt, you made your way back to Lucifer.
Silently, you wrestled him into the white garment. He stood there and watched as you adjusted his tall collar, trying your best to hide any love marks. After a little more fussing, you felt satisfied with your work and stepped back.Â
âThere, youâre ready to go! Now, if youâll excuse me I have to go remind everyone that I am alive.â You spoke. Last night, Lucifer had told you Angel Dust had been dropped in the lobby. It was late enough where everyone should have been asleep, and since nobody came to look for you after that, you assumed Angel had passed out and was probably working through a nasty hangover somewhere in the hotel.
You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Luciferâs lips, before nudging him towards the balcony doors. He turned, pulling them open and crossing the threshold. You stood in the entryway, watching him stroll to the black, metal railing. He glanced over the side, contemplating for a moment.
âNow, watch how the pro does it.â Lucifer teased as he turned to face you, his back leaning against the railing. With a little boost, he flipped himself backwards and vaulted over the metal bars. Your eyes widened in shock as he began to fall.
Right as his feet left the balcony, you ran to the railing peering over the side as you watched him plummet to the ground. Beneath him, a large, golden portal swirled alive waiting for him.Â
He waved up to you just as he crossed it, the portal swallowing him up and vanishing without a trace. You smiled, shaking your head at his little performance before turning back towards the doors.Â
For a few more minutes, you were busy tidying yourself up and trying to look presentable. You quickly squeezed some soap out of the little yellow ducky on the sink counter, and washed your hands and face. Soon, you noticed you were also adorned with a few love marks from Lucifer, and you sat in front of the mirror trying to hide them the best you could.Â
Feeling satisfied with your work, you turned away and headed for the doorway that led into the rest of the hotel. Grasping the handle, you slowly cracked the door open, peeking your head out slightly as you listed.
You could hear loud voices down the halls, in the direction of the lobby. There were multiple of them as if everyone was gathered in the same room, you exhaled a breath before straightening. Time to face the music.Â
Heading down the stairs, you strolled through the hallways. The voices became more and more audible as you closed in on the large, open room.
â-and then, I looked behind them and there was this guy all bloody and shit, pointing a gun right at Lucifer! I barely saw anything else happen bâfor I was sucked into this.. golden portal or something.â Angel Dustâs voice echoed through the lobby, as he retold the events of last night. He was standing in front of the T.V, the residents of the hotel listening from the couches circled around him. They leaned in, engrossed in his story.Â
âNext thing I knew, my ass hit the floor right here. God.. I was just so out of it I practically passed out where I was. I donât remember seeing either of them after that.. hey! you!â Angelâs eyes widened as he noticed you walking towards them. Suddenly, the entire hotelâs gaze was locked onto you.
Charlie quickly shot up from the couch, hurrying over to you. She scanned your figure, searching for any injuries as you stopped before her. After noting nothing serious was wrong with you, she took your hand, gripping it tightly. âWhere have you been? Angel just told us everything that happened! Are you okay?âÂ
âDonât worry, I'm fine. I wasnât hurt at all.â You assured the princess, smiling at her. Turning to the spider-demon, you scanned him for any injuries as well. âHow about you, Angel. Are you okay?â
âPfft, yeah. Iâm okay. Just a lil shaken up, especially after watching you almost get shot. It seemed you got a good sleep, though.âÂ
âWait, youâve been here this whole fucking time. Did anyone else know that?â Vaggie called from the couch, crossing her arms as she stood up.Â
âI did. Theyâve been here all night.â Nifty spoke from the floor, her single eye staring into you.Â
How did she know that? Did Nifty.. hear anything?
âUhm.. yes, thatâs right. Yesterday was just rough. So, I went to sleep right away.â You answered, lying through your teeth.
âAnd my dad?â Charlie questioned.
You shrugged, âI have no clue.â
âWell, at least our dear friend is back safe and sound!â A familiar voice exclaimed from next to you. You jumped slightly, turning to see Alastor and his award-winning smile as he looked at you. âCharlie insisted that I come find you, but I assured her you are capable of handling your own affairs. Especially, with our lovely king to protect you.â
You smiled slightly at him, âYes, indeed. Iâm sorry for not coming to see you guys sooner. I just got.. distracted.âÂ
âWith what?â Angel asked, an eyebrow raised and hands on his hips. You paused, before opening your mouth to speak.
You werenât able to get a word out before you heard a thumping coming from the front doors of the hotel. Everyone turned towards the noise, and through the stained glass, you could make out the silhouette of a rather tall hat peeking from the bottom of the glass.
âWell, ainât that a little too good of timing.â Husk grumbled from the bar, as he leaned over the counter to get a look at the doorway. You silently agreed, that was fast.Â
Charlie recognized the familiar figure as well, and quickly ran to the door. She yanked it open, and there he was. Lucifer stood, adorned in his full outfit, a pink bag in his hand as he strode into the room. Next to you, you swore Alastorâs grip on his cane tightened.Â
âCharlie, good morning! How are you doing, sweetheart?â Lucifer beamed as he embraced her, who accepted the hug gratefully.
âIâm good, dad. But, what about you? I heard what happened! Did you kill people?â She eyed him with a firm stare, as if in disapproval of his actions.
Lucifer shrugged, âOnly bad people, I had to protect your spider-friend over there. You should keep a better eye on him.â
âApparently,â Charlie sighed, glancing at Angel behind them before turning back to her father, âand where have you been?â
Luciferâs gaze momentarily landed on you, and you shook your head slightly. âDonât say anything about it,â you commanded him through your eyes. Especially not with everyone in the room, hungry for more information.Â
âOh, wellllll, I was just in town and snagged this for you!â Lucifer lifted up the pink bag, a nervous smile on his lips as he held it out for Charlie to take.
Eyeing it curiously, Charlie gently took it from his hands. She peered into it, her eyes widening as she reached in and lifted the garment from its wrapping.Â
It was that same red suit that you had eyed through the glass display the day before, gold lapels shimmered in the light above. It was very beautiful, and you thought it would look good against Charlieâs ivory skin.Â
Charlie didnât say anything, instead, she just stood there. The tuxedo in her grip, opened fully to reveal the entire garment. Her fingers lightly trailed down the front of it, grazing across the buttons and textured sleeves. Her eyes were unreadable, a mix of emotions you couldnât quite place.
âDid you.. buy this for me?â She asked after a moment, looking up at Lucifer. He met her gaze, seemingly a little nervous from her reaction.Â
âWell, you said the one you had was getting a bunch of wear and tear, so I thought that would look perfect on you. Do.. you like it?âÂ
âI love it!â Charlie exclaimed with glee, she set the suit aside and pulled her father into another bear hug. âThank you so much! It's wonderful, especially since itâs from you!âÂ
Lucifer exhaled a sigh of relief at her words, he tightened his arms around her, trying to capture every second of her loving gesture in his hold. He smiled warmly, and for a moment it looked like he was going to tear up.Â
He didnât, instead he pulled away, straightening his back. He cleared his throat, rubbing at his face before looking back at Charlie. The adoration in his eyes was on full display, and if anyone ever doubted that the mighty king didnât love his daughter, youâd slap them.
Adjusting his collar, Lucifer turned towards the group of onlookers. âNow, who wants some pancakes?âÂ
Everyone seemed to perk at that, and Nifty hopped from her spot next to Alastor, raising her hand in excitement.Â
âAs long as they are sssstrawberry pancakesss!â Sir. Pentious declared as he rose from his seat, slithering towards the swinging doors, where the large kitchen lay behind. His little eggs waddling after him, a chorus of âoh boy!âs rose from the shells.
âCmon,â Husk beckoned Angel Dust as he left the bar, âLet's get something in your stomach to fight that hangover of yours.â
âOh, yes pleaseâ Angel smiled, joining the bartender. Even Alastor seemed interested in joining them in the other room, as he slowly followed behind the group.Â
âIâm kinda feeling waffles today.â Vaggie spoke up, her hand entwined with Charlieâs as they walked.Â
âWe can make whatever you wish,â you responded, smiling at her, âexcept, maybe not eggs. At least with the company weâre keeping.âÂ
Pushing open the red doors, the flooring shifted into large, white marble tiles. The room was stuffed with cabinets and pantries, multiple fridges also dotted its perimeter. Long, creamy-white stone countertops lined the walls, as well as a large kitchen island in the center of the space.Â
There was an empty space on the other side of the room, big enough to hold a large dining table and chairs. It was actually a great place to do something like that, but where couldÂ
Behind you, Lucifer was pulling different ingredients out of the fridge. The shelves were surprisingly well stocked, even the pantries above as he continued to pull out items of importance.
âDad, shouldnât you take off your coat?â Charlie asked beside him, as she tied an apron around her waist. You tensed, slowly pivoting to their direction.
Lucifer halted, a box of baking powder hanging in mid-air between his fingers. His gaze snapped to you, then back to Charlie. You were desperately hoping no one could see the sweat beading down your forehead. Â
âYouâre right,â Lucifer started, as he placed the baking powder on the counter, âI canât cook with such loose sleeves.âÂ
He snapped his fingers, and it seemed like the coat began to melt against his skin, shifting into a white turtleneck. The long neck sleeve covered the hickeys that peppered the sides of his throat, continuing to hide your previous entanglement. And, damn, he looked really nice in that outfit too.Â
Tying on a red apron with the words âKiss the chefâ embroidered on the front. After pulling up his sleeves, Lucifer began to pull out mixing bowls and other utensils.Â
âJust you wait, Charlie, after today youâll never want anyone elseâs pancakes again. My recipe is the best there is.â He spoke, puffing out his chest slightly as he addressed his daughter.Â
Charlie only laughed softly, pulling out a box containing waffle mix as she sidled up next to her dad. âI donât doubt that one bit!âÂ
As the two continued prepping to cook, you turned to grab an apron of your own. As you walked to the wooden hooks hanging on the wall, you took note of the others around you.Â
Angel, Husk, and Sir. Pentious huddled together over another counter, a carton of milk and a jar of strawberry jam laid in front of them.
âHow âbout we make ya some strawberry milk while we wait, snake boy?â He asked, a playful smile on his lips. Sir. Pentious nodded quickly, his hood raised in happiness.Â
Using a tablespoon to take a few scoops out of the jar, he plopped them into an empty cocktail mixer that he borrowed from the bar. Pouring in the milk, he placed the lid on the mixer, before handing it to Husk.Â
With a few shakesâand a couple of party tricks consisting of him catching the mixer behind his back, and spinning it across his forearmâthe lid was popped off, and Husk poured the bright pink liquid into the glass cup in front of Sir. Pentious.Â
Both demons clapped for the bartender, who smiled proudly at the reaction. Sir. Pentious gingerly lifted the glass to his lips, before taking a small sip. After a moment, eyes lit up, a large smile on his face.
He took another large gulp, before thanking Angel Dust and Husk for the drink.Â
âOh, and donât forget about my egg boisss.â Sir. Pentious turned to Angel Dust, pointing at the small group of eggs looking enviously up at the drink in his claws.Â
Angel looked down, his eyes darting to the ingredients in front of him, before he simply shrugged. âAlright, whoâs thirsty?âÂ
âI would like some, please!â Frank yelled excitedly, the eggs behind him jumping in place with large smiles on their faces.Â
Angel Dust chuckled, turning away to grab more glasses. Husk was already preparing the scoops of jam, licking a small mess of the red foodstuff from his claws.Â
Grabbing the apron from the hook, you adjusted it to your figure, tying it tight behind your back. Next to you, Vaggie was holding a knife in her hand. She was looking down, a firm gaze aimed at Nifty.
âNo, Niff. This is not a place to run around with a knife. You can get it back after breakfast.âÂ
Niftyâs shoulders drooped, a frown on her face as she walked away. She passed by Alastor, who stood silently, watching the bustling group of demons. Wasnât he going to join in? He was technically part of the Hazbin family.Â
Slowly, you approached him, and his gaze snapped to you. His smile widened as he turned to you, the cane at his side rolling between his fingers.Â
âAh, hello there, my friend! Good to see you alive and well, ha-ha,â His eyes squinted as he tilted his head at you, âwhat can I do for you today?âÂ
âDonât you want some food? Weâll be cooking soon. It doesnât have to be breakfast, I think we have enough here to make whatever you want.âÂ
Alastor actually contemplated your question for a moment, his eyes staring off in thought. âHm, well, there was something I had in mind, but the seasoning it needs is not in my possession anymore.âÂ
âWhat happened to it?â You asked curiously.
âI simply gave it to someone more in need of it than I. Hopefully, sheâll be putting good use to it.â
A lady friend? You wanted to ask about this âsomeoneâ, but felt prying wouldnât get you anywhere with the mysterious overlord. Instead, you beckoned him to follow as you walked towards the counter space Lucifer and Charlie were situated at.Â
You both stopped at the creamy-white marbled island. On its surface, was a large recipe book and different ingredients spread across. Alastor had to like something here, even if it wasnât a decaying deer.
âLetâs see.. we could do french toast, yogurt parfaits, breakfast burritos, oh! We even could make hash browns! What do you think?â
Alastor bent down to look besides you, his eyes scanning the pages. He opened his mouth to speak, before his gaze snapped to another demon coming into view.
âDarling, iâve finished the pancake mix. I was thinking you couldâŚâ Lucifer stopped, locking eyes with the Radio Demon. A frown formed on his lips, and his brow furrowed. âOh. Itâs you.âÂ
That smile Alastor held widened, as he straightened himself and turned towards the fallen angel. You grimaced, not again.
âYour majesty! What a pleasure to see you this hellish morning, I apologize for not being able to greet you when you arrived earlier.â
âA tragedy.â Lucifer responded mildly, before his eyes settled on you.Â
âWell isnât this nice! The four of us, all working together to make this breakfast special.â Charlie appeared besides her father, a smile on her lips as she tried to lighten the situation.
âYes, I was just asking Alastor what else he thinks we should make.â You nodded along, before turning to the demon for his input.
âIt appears your menu contains a less-than-ideal amount of meat, my friend. Perhaps, some bacon roll-ups? They were a staple for meals back in my days on earth. Very simple as well, just cream cheese, bread, and bacon!â
You were aware of what he was talking about. They were made by putting cream cheese on a slice of bread, before using a strip of bacon to roll it into a ball. Youâd spear it with a toothpick and bake it for about twenty minutes, and wala, an odd delicacy.
âThat is a great idea! Isnât it, dad?â Charlie asked, nudging her father with her elbow, prodding for a response.
âIt sounds kind of gross.âÂ
âDad!â Charlie turned, a slight growl in her voice. âSay something nice!âÂ
âBacon is much better than venison, though!â Lucifer quickly responded, following his daughterâs demand. You place a hand to your face, sighing at his antics. A hint of smile played on your lips as you walked forward, pulling Lucifer away by the arm.
Charlie turned back to Alastor, their conversation inaudible as you walked away. You went to the opposite side of the kitchen, where the bowl full of pancake batter lay. Flour messily covered the countertop,Â
âYou two need to learn to get along, you bicker like an old married couple.â You said after a few moments.
Lucifer shot you a look, visibly distraught by your comment. âThat guy gets on my nerves! If it werenât for Charlie liking him so much, I'd smite him.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, tough guy,â you teased, leaning against him. You both sat there for a few moments, silently indulging in each other's presence. Later, youâd ask to seek his company in the privacy of your room. For now, you pulled away, grabbing the mixing bowl.
âSo, what did you need my help with?âÂ
âI thought youâd like to give the pancakes a little.. shape,â he started, turning towards the stove and spinning the dial, âuse that artistic talent of yours and make a delicious masterpiece, hm?âÂ
You perked, he wants you to make pancake art? What a wonderful idea! This was something you have never done before, but youâve seen enough videos to imitate it. âIâll go get some dark food coloring, and another mixing bowl.â
Lucifer began placing pans onto the stove burners, placing small amounts of butter in each. They sizzled as the pan began to heat. You stood besides him, slowly stirring the batter as you hummed to the tune of âinnsbruck, I must leave theeâÂ
Soon, Lucifer was humming the notes as well, and you smiled warmly as the two of you stood-by-side, drowning out the otherâs chatter with your little tune.Â
Nearby, Vaggie and Charlie were giggling to each other as they placed the waffle mix into its designated maker. Small bowls of different fruit and syrup spread around, as they prepared the toppings.Â
Alastor stood beside them, a large cooking fork floating mid-air in front of him. Small tendrils snaked around the utensil as it occasionally lowered to the pan in front of him to adjust the bacon.Â
âHey, Al! Why donâcha give us a table over here so we can have somewhere to eat?â Angel Dust called, a stack of plates in his hand. The egg bois stood patiently around him, each holding a set of silverware and napkins.Â
Alastor turned to the spider-demon before humming a confirmation. Lifting his hand, he snapped his fingers. A large oak table materialized from a cloud of green smoke, a long, red table-runner rolled free as it hung slightly off the edges.
Chairs seemingly rose from the floor like the undead, rocking slightly as they settled around the table. The egg bois rushed forward, clumsily climbing up the chairs as they began placing the silverware. Using his extra arms, Angel quickly placed the plates down, before doing the same with the glass cups.Â
Husk raised Nifty by the waist, allowing her to reach over the table and pour the different liquid contents into their respectable glasses.Â
Strawberry milk for Sir. Pentious and his bois, water for Alastor, and chocolate milk for Vaggie and Charlie. Apple juice filled Luciferâs cup, and your favorite drink was topped to the brim right next to his.
In front of you, two bowls of batter laid beside the stove you stood at. One was a dark brown, the other a much lighter shade.Â
You had cleaned two ketchup bottles, before slowly pouring in the different batters and filling them full. Using the bottles, youâd make batter shapes on the pan, and use the lighter shade to fill in the lineart. Â
Right now, you were attempting to make the outline of a duckâwho would have thought?âfor Lucifer. It was coming out surprisingly well, in your opinion. The lines were rather smooth, and the beak looked like a beak so all seemed good.Â
You switched bottles, ready to begin filling in the pancake. Before you felt someone sidle up behind you, fingers grazed softly down your back with familiar warmth.
âWhat are you doing now?â Lucifer peeked from behind you, getting a glimpse of your work. You moved over slightly, inviting him in front of your cooking easel.Â
âTake a guess,â you smiled next to him, âI figured youâd want something cute to start off your day.â
âWell, it seems you made it too cute to eat.â Lucifer pouted, as he stared at the little pancake. You laughed, reaching for a spatula and gripping the pan handle with the other hand.Â
âAnd itâs too cute to let it get cold and then throw it away.â You spoke, lowering the spatula into the pan. You shimmied it underneath the pancake, before flipping it quickly. As it landed, the image of the duck became much clearer, the lines flat and smooth.Â
âIâm just glad you love me enough to combine my two favorite things.â Lucifer smiled, before he nuzzled his cheek softly against yours. You moved your head slightly, letting your lips graze against his cheekbone.Â
Looking down at the pancake, you lifted it slightly to check whether it was done. Seeing the golden-brown hue, you lifted the ban from the burner. Slowly, you slid the duck-cake onto the finished pile.Â
There were two plates of hot, delicious pancakes. One was simply everyday pancakes, which Lucifer had made. Yours on the other hand were handcrafted Each one was a unique shape. There was a smiley face, an octopus, a butterfly, a fish, and now, a duck. You smiled proudly at your creations.Â
Picking up the plates of pancakes, the two of you walked towards the dining table. The egg bois were already seated, and the others were finishing up their tasks.
âFinally, letâs eat!â Vaggie called towards the group of demons slowly gathering around the table. Charlie picked up a few waffles from the stack, and placed them on a few plates.Â
Vaggie appeared next to her, a small plate of french toast in her grip as she too began moving around the table.Â
Alastor set a large, flat dish in the middle of the table. Small toothpicks stuck out of the bacon wraps, steam wafting slowly from the interior. Nifty reached out and grabbed one, placing it on her plate.
You turned towards the pile of pancakes, grabbing a spatula to begin setting them on a separate plate before Lucifer slid beside you, watching your movements.
âIâve got this, Darling. You go sit down.â He nudged you away from the plates, towards the table. You sent him a warm smile, before turning and taking a seat next to Sir. Pentious and Husk.Â
âSaved a seat for me, didâya?â Angel Dust smiled at Husk, before plopping down into the seat next to him. He had a large fruit bowl, a multitude of sliced colorful produce nestled together.
âOnly because youâd bitch if I didnât,â Husk replied, a faint smile playing on his lips as he drank from his glass. To be honest, this was the first time you saw Husk take a sip of something that wasnât alcohol.Â
Charlie lowered the large plate of remaining waffles onto the table, before brushing her hands against her apron and walking to her own seat.
âDig in, everyone!â she exclaimed, her smile infectious as she served herself a stack of french toast.
Niftyâs eyes widened in delight as she took a bite of the bacon wrap, while Sir Pentious marveled at the designs of your handcrafted pancakes.
âHere you go, little lady.â Lucifer bowed slightly to Nifty, setting down the steaming tower of pancakes in front of her. She clapped her hands with giddy, before turning to Lucifer and giving him a pat on the cheek.
âGood boy.â She teased, before bursting into giggles.
Luciferâs smile faltered, and he leaned back. He chuckled nervously, backing away to grab more food. He quickly walked around the table, before setting waffles onto each of the eggs boiâs plates. They licked their lips hungrily, as they stared down at the delicacy in front of them. Lucifer stood up, a hand slowly reaching behind his back.
âA good friend of mine told me you boys fancy ice cream, is that right?â He looked at Frank, who nodded his shell rapidly. Lucifer grinned cheekily, as he pulled forth a large tub of vanilla ice cream.
âWell, good thing for you, nobody said you canât mix a little dessert with breakfast once in a while.âÂ
The egg bois practically went berserk seeing the holy grail of yummy deliciousness. They vibrated happily in their seats as Lucifer scooped a large glob on top of each eggâs waffles. It began to slowly melt, running across the waffles surface like syrup.Â
He stepped back, as the eggs began to devour the food on their plates. Mumbling a thanks through their full mouths as Lucifer strode away, grabbing pancakes for himself.
He sat down across from you, his eyes moving from the scene around him and then on to you. He stared at you for a moment, while you were busy stuffing your face with the food on your plate. After a moment, you met his gaze.Â
âFood too hot, or something? You keep staring at me.â You teased, tilting your head at him.
âItâs just hard to tear my gaze away,â he spoke, âwhen there is something much more delicious in front of me than the pancakes on my plate.âÂ
Your cheeks heated, and you averted your gaze, reaching out to grab a bacon wrap. You twisted the toothpick between your fingers, and inhaled the scent as it wafted from the small bundle.
It wasnât too bad, and you were about to take a nibble before you saw Luciferâs watery eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he only sniffled in response.
âYouâre going to eat his wraps before you eat my pancakes?â He pouted, lowering his head in mock-defeat. Rolling your eyes playfully, you took a fork and cut a small piece of pancake from the rest. Taking the bacon wrap, you stabbed the other end of the toothpick through the small square.Â
Lifting the bacon-pancake duo to your lips, you pulled them from the toothpick with your teeth. You swirled it in your mouth, your eyes rolling back as the flavors burst on your tongue.Â
When you looked back at Lucifer, he was staring intensely at you. A smirk playing on his lips, before he sighed dramatically.Â
âNow what is it?â
âNothing.. just thinking about how that could be me.âÂ
You burst out laughing when those words left his lips, shocked at his sudden bluntness. Sir Pentious turned to you, giving you a look of worry as you almost choked on your food.Â
After a moment, you cleared your throat. You sent Lucifer a glare for almost killing you, and he only chuckled before turning his attention from you.
Charlie, who had been sitting a few chairs away, turned to you. She smiled warmly as she spoke, âthank you for helping us with this. I really liked your butterfly pancake!â
You returned the smile, nodding your head. âIt was no problem at all, I think we all deserve to have a good meal surrounded by friends. Itâs you who brought us all together, so thank you.â
Charlie blushed at your words, before turning her attention back to Vaggie. Who was talking to her about an idea regarding the hotel.Â
You looked around the table, taking note of the smiling faces and cheerful conversation. Alastor was helping Nifty cut some of her pancakes, his precise strikes with the knife seemed familiar to that of cutting steaks.
Sir Pentious was handing his eggs each a piece of french toast, helping them drown it in syrup as they sat there happily. Slight traces of ice cream still around their mouths.
Angel Dust and Husk were busy picking fruit from the bowl, with Angel making some kind of lude comment as he watched fruit juice dribble down Huskâs chin. Who only growled and playfully swatted at the spider-demon.
Your gaze stopped in front of you, resting on Lucifer. He had finished almost his entire plate, and now was resting his chin against his knuckles. His elbow rested against the table, and he shifted slightly to tilt his head at you.Â
âWell, what do you think? Would you have preferred breakfast in bed?â He asked, taking another sip of his apple juice.
You shook your head, smiling at him. Contentedness spreads across your features as you let the food settle in your stomach.Â
âNo, I could get used to mornings like this,â you spoke softly.Â
Lucifer nodded, his fingers reaching out to graze yours. You laced your index finger with his, and tapped his knuckles softly.Â
âYeah, me too.â ďżź
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HII i hope youre doing well, ive been binging your page and youre spoiling ussss đŤŚđŤŚđŤŚ but i was wondering if i could request seventeen reaction to being hit on by another woman cs i always see jealous svt but what id it was reversedâŚ
(cheol barely even looking at the womanâŚ.godbyeâŚ..)
seventeen x jealous reader
seungcheol barely glanced at her, his focus staying on you, only on you, always. there was a smug smile on his face as he noticed the way your expression darkened. âyou're cute when you're jealous, you know?â he'd say, leaning in close. âdon't worry, baby. you're the only one i see.â his hand would find its way to your lower back, pulling you closer, making sure everyone around knew exactly who he belonged to.
jeonghan would have a playful glint in his eyes as the woman tried to flirt with him. he wouldnât even break eye contact with you, waiting to see if youâd react. when you stayed silent, heâd make his move, sauntering over to you with that naughty smile. heâd wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. ârelax, love. you know no one else could ever compare to you,â the possessive glint in his transparent to show that he was going to assure you this in bed tonight.
joshua would politely set boundaries with the woman, making it clear he wasn't interested. you could see the gentle smile on his face as he walked back to you. âshe was just being friendly,â heâd say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. youâd try to hide your jealousy, but heâd see right through you. âyou know youâre the only one I want, right?â he'd ask, his voice soothing. his hand would slip into yours, squeezing gently. âcome on, letâs get out of here,â he'd suggest, his eyes never leaving yours.
junhui is always so charming, and itâs no surprise that women find him attractive. but the way he handles the situation leaves no room for doubt. his hands wander over you, not so subtly staking his claim. âdonât worry, babe,â he murmurs. âiâm all yours.â
soonyoung and public displays of affection were a given. as soon as the woman approached him, heâd immediately wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. his eyes would flash with annoyance. âsorry, but i'm taken,â he'd say bluntly, not even giving the woman a second glance. heâd turn to you, his expression softening.
wonwoo always been quiet, but he knows how to make you feel secure. when the woman starts flirting with him, he simply turns to you, his expression soft. âdo you want to go somewhere else?â you canât help but feel a little embarrassed, but he just smiles, pulling you close. âiâm not interested in anyone else,â he says. his hand slips under your shirt, resting on the small of your back.
woozi wouldnât waste any time dealing with the situation. as soon as the woman tried to hit on him, heâd pull you close, his hand resting possessively on your ass. âi'm with my wife,â heâd say firmly. you'd know without a doubt that he was completely devoted to you. âjihoon?â âhm?â âam I your wife?â âohâ iââ
minghao would be calm but thereâd be a slight edge to his voice as he ignored the woman. heâd turn to you, a faint frown on his face as he notices that you're actually mad. âyou know iâm with you, right?â he'd gently cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. âdonât let it get to you,â heâd murmur, his eyes searching yours. âyouâre the only one I want.â
mingyuâs charm was undeniable, heâs a man who calls attention, and you couldnât help but feel a pang of jealousy when the woman started flirting with him. he'd flash her a polite smile, but his eyes would quickly find yours. âyou know you have nothing to worry about, right? i only have eyes for you.â
seokmin would find the situation amusing, especially when he saw the annoyed look on your face. he'd flash the woman a bright smile before politely turning her down. âi have a girlfriend,â he'd say. heâd walk over to you. âyou look adorable when youâre jealous, baby when we get home I'll show you thatâ he'd tease, gently pinching your cheek.
seungkwan wouldnât hesitate to reject the woman, his tone sharp and even rude, making you a bit embarrassed. âya! i'm taken, look at my ringâ he'd say. heâd turn to you, his expression softening. âyou okay baby?â
vernon would be slow to catch on, but once he realized the woman was hitting on him, he'd quickly shut it down. âoh! no, no, no,â he'd say, shaking his head. âi'm with someone.â he'd turn to you, a sheepish smile on his face. âsorry, didnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â he'd say, rubbing the back of his neck. he'd walk over to you, his hands slipping into yours. you canât even be mad at him.
chan would be so nervous to handle the situation that he would say the first thing that cames up to his mind. when the woman hit on him, he'd give you an exasperated look, clearly annoyed. âi need to shit,â he'd say bluntly, making you burst into laughter. the woman would be left confused as he quickly excused himself, walking over to you with a grin.
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BITTER AND SWEETÂ ăSJY
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¤ after fake dating you for a few months, sim jake thinks he's actually fallen for you, that maybe his small crush is not so small anymore.
sim jakeă
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¤female readeră
¤ ・・・ ă
¤fake dating, enemies(?) to lovers, fluff, college auă
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¤kissing, skinship, angst(?), ends on a cliffhanger i thinkă
¤wcă
¤2847ă
¤âŹookshelfă
¤zehra's note.ă
¤this jake has me giggling and kicking my feetâŚ
you never thought you'd find yourself in a situation like this, and certainly not with someone like jake sim. the whole idea of fake dating was ludicrous, but desperate times called for desperate measures. your clingy ex had become a problem, and apparently, so had jakeâs. you two couldn't stand each other on most days, but this scheme seemed mutually beneficial enough to warrant a temporary truce.
"are you seriously suggesting this?" jake asked, leaning back against the library table and crossing his arms. his tone was incredulous, almost mocking, as if he couldn't believe he was even entertaining the idea.
"yes, i am," you replied firmly, not breaking eye contact. the library was quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper or click of a keyboard. "it's the only way to get our exes off our backs. pretend to date, make it look convincing, and they'll eventually give up."
jake scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair, the strands falling perfectly back into place. "and what happens when they find out it's all a sham?"
you shrugged. "by then, it wonât matter. theyâll have moved on."
he stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. finally, he sighed. "alright. let's do it. but we set some ground rules."
"obviously," you agreed. "rule one: we keep this strictly business. no real feelings involved."
"agreed. rule two: we make sure weâre seen together in public, but no over-the-top pda. it needs to look natural."
"fine with me. rule three: we communicate. if something isnât working, we discuss it."
jake nodded. "deal."
the first few weeks were awkward, to say the least. you had to learn each otherâs habits, preferences, and little quirks. it was like an accelerated crash course in getting to know someone you supposedly hated.
one afternoon, you were seated at a picnic table on campus, pretending to enjoy a lazy afternoon together. jake handed you a coffee, the familiar scent wafting up from the cup. âi noticed you always get it with two sugars and a splash of milk,â he said, his tone almost nonchalant.
you blinked, surprised. âthanks. i didnât realize you paid attention.â
he shrugged, sitting down next to you. âi figure if weâre going to pull this off, we need to know these things.â
the campus was bustling with activity: students chatting, bikes whizzing by, and groups studying on the lawn. you and jake needed to blend in, so you leaned into him slightly, your shoulder brushing against his. he stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, putting an arm around your shoulders. to anyone else, you looked like a perfectly happy couple, but to your friends, it was a carefully crafted illusion.
weeks turned into months, and you both fell into a routine that felt oddly comfortable. your exes had seemingly taken the bait, backing off as they saw you and jake together more often. the initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a strange kind of camaraderie.
"how was your day?" jake asked one evening as you walked together down a tree-lined street. the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. it was one of those rare moments when you felt at ease around him.
you glanced at him, noting the genuine curiosity in his eyes. "not bad. busy, but manageable. what about you?"
he shrugged. "same old. classes, practice, more classes." he paused, looking at you with a small smile. "but hey, at least weâre fooling everyone, right?"
you laughed softly. "yeah, we are."
jake's hand brushed against yours as you walked, and without thinking, you entwined your fingers with his. it was supposed to be just another part of the act, but something about it felt different this time. the touch lingered, warm and reassuring, sending a shiver down your spine.
a few days later, jake suggested a movie night at his place, a plan that you quickly agreed to. you arrived at his dorm to find it unexpectedly cozy. he had dimmed the lights, set up a stack of your favorite movies, and even had snacks laid out.
"wow, you went all out," you remarked, genuinely impressed by the effort he had put in.
jake chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. "well, i figured if weâre going to do this, we might as well enjoy it, right?"
you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. as the evening wore on, you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time. you and jake settled into the couch, the distance between you shrinking until you were practically leaning on him.
midway through the second movie, you felt jakeâs gaze on you. you turned to find him looking at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. the flickering light from the tv cast shadows across his face, highlighting the seriousness in his eyes.
"what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing.
he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "nothing. just⌠youâre not as bad as i thought."
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide your smile. "gee, thanks. youâre not so terrible yourself."
the moment stretched on, the air thick with unspoken words. without realizing it, you had moved closer, your faces inches apart. you could feel the warmth of his breath, see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that moment.
before you could think better of it, you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. for a heartbeat, everything stopped. then jake responded, his kiss gentle but filled with a surprising amount of emotion. his hand came up to cradle your face, his touch tender and careful, as if he was afraid you might disappear.
you melted into the kiss, the sensation of his lips against yours sending a thrill through your entire body. time seemed to stand still, the world outside fading into oblivion. all that mattered was the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the unspoken connection that seemed to blossom between you.
when you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your hearts pounding in sync. jakeâs thumb traced your cheek, his eyes searching yours with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.
"is this still part of the act?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
the realization fully sank in as you looked into his eyes, your own emotions swirling within you. you had kissed jake sim, and it had felt more real than anything you had experienced before. but why did it also feel so wrong? panic gripped you, a surge of confusion and fear making your chest tighten. you weren't ready to confront these feelings, not yet.
without thinking again, you blurted out, "yes," the word escaping your lips like a lifeline to sanity. you stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the bowl of popcorn on the table, and began gathering your things. your movements were frantic, desperate to escape the suffocating tension that had settled between you.
jake's expression shifted from vulnerable to hurt, his eyes widening in shock. "wait, what? why?" he stammered, standing up as well. "i thought we wereâ"
"i need to go," you cut him off, your voice trembling. "i⌠i can't do this right now, jake. i'm sorry."
you grabbed your bag and rushed to the door, your heart hammering in your chest. jake reached out, his fingers grazing your arm. "please, just talk to me," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "don't just leave like this."
you paused, your hand on the doorknob, torn between the urge to run and the need to explain. taking a deep breath, you turned to face him, your eyes filled with turmoil. "i⌠i need time to think," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "this wasn't supposed to happen. i wasn't supposed to feel like this."
jake's shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "feel like what?" he asked, his voice raw with emotion.
"like i care about you," you admitted, the words heavy with truth. "this was supposed to be fake, remember? just an act. but now⌠i don't know what's real anymore."
jake took a step closer, his gaze intense. "and that scares you?"
you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "yes. because if this is real, then everything changes. and i'm not ready for that."
he reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. "we can figure this out together," he said softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "but you don't have to run. not from me."
the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his eyes, it all made you want to believe him. but the fear of getting hurt, of losing control, was overwhelming. you stepped back, breaking the contact. "i just need some time," you whispered. "please, jake."
he let his hands fall to his sides, his expression one of resigned understanding. "okay," he said quietly. "take all the time you need. i'll be here."
you gave him a grateful, albeit shaky, smile before turning and walking out the door. the night air was cool against your flushed skin as you made your way down the street, your mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. the kiss had been a catalyst, forcing you to confront feelings you had buried deep down. and now, you needed to sort through them, figure out what was real and what was just the remnants of your fake relationship.
days slowly turned into a week, and you found yourself constantly replaying that night in your mind. every touch, every word, every emotion. it was maddening. you avoided jake on campus, not ready to face him or your own feelings. but everywhere you went, you saw reminders of him. the coffee shop where you had shared quiet mornings, the library where your plan had first taken shape, the park bench where you had laughed and talked like real friends. the line between pretense and reality had become so blurred that it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.
for jake, the transition back to his usual routine was almost seamless. on the surface, it was as if nothing had changed. he went to classes, attended practice, and hung out with his friends. yet, there was a persistent undercurrent of something new and unsettling â thoughts of you and the kiss you shared haunted him.
he couldn't get the kiss out of his head. the way your lips moved perfectly in sync with his, creating a rhythm that felt both natural and electrifying. the soft, delicate texture of your lips was like a whisper against his own, sending shivers down his spine. he remembered the warmth that radiated from you, a gentle heat that seeped into his skin and settled in his chest. the faint taste of your lip balm lingered on his tongue, a subtle hint of vanilla mixed with something uniquely you.
he couldn't forget the way his heart had raced as he felt your breath mingle with his, the soft exhale between kisses like a shared secret. every touch, every brush of your lips, had sent a thrill through him, igniting a spark that refused to die down even after you pulled away.
despite his attempts to focus on his usual activities, the memory of that kiss was a constant distraction, a nagging thought that refused to fade.
"whatcha thinking about?" jay asked, breaking jake out of his reverie. they were sitting in the campus coffee shop, the familiar scent of brewing coffee mingling with the chatter of students.
jake blinked, trying to act casual. "nothing much," he muttered, stirring his drink absentmindedly.
jay leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "come on, jake. we all know the real reason you agreed to this fake dating thing wasn't just to get your ex off your back."
sunghoon nodded, his smirk widening. "yeah, you've had a crush on her for ages. this was your chance to get closer to her."
jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. he had confided in jay and sunghoon about his feelings for you a long time ago, back when you two couldn't stand each other â which, admittedly, wasn't all that long ago, he thinks. being with his ex had complicated things, but the crush never went away. agreeing to the fake dating scheme had seemed like a golden opportunity, despite the initial tension.
"okay, fine," jake admitted, his voice low. "i did want to get closer to her. but now⌠everything's so messed up."
jay's expression softened. "what happened? you guys seemed to be getting along really well."
jake hesitated, then relented. "we kissed. i don't even remember who initiated it. but it felt real, and now she's avoiding me. i don't know what to do."
sunghoon's teasing demeanor faded, replaced by genuine concern. "have you tried talking to her?"
jake nodded. "i did, but she said she needed time to think. i get it, this whole thing is confusing, but i can't stop thinking about her."
jay leaned back in his chair, thinking. "maybe she just needs some space to sort through her feelings. this whole fake dating thing probably stirred up a lot for both of you."
sunghoon nodded in agreement. "yeah, just give her some time. in the meantime, don't overthink it. sometimes people just need a little distance to figure things out."
jake sighed again, feeling a bit more reassured by his friends' advice but still uncertain about the future. "i hope you're right. i don't want to lose her, even as just a friend."
the space jake had given you made you think he had forgotten about you, that the act was, in fact, just an act. a month had passed without speaking to each other, and it felt like an eternity. you couldn't help but wonder if everything you had felt was one-sided.
jake had been on your mind constantly, every moment replaying in your head like an unending loop. the way he laughed, the way he looked at you, the way his presence alone could make your heart race. yet, the silence between you both was deafening, and it made you doubt everything.
the days seemed to drag on, each one blending into the next. you threw yourself into your studies, hoping the distraction would help, but it was no use.
you sighed as you grabbed your suitcase, preparing to head home for summer break. the hallway of your dorm was nearly empty, the usual bustling energy replaced with an eerie stillness. as you struggled with the heavy suitcase, you heard a familiar voice behind you.
"need some help with that?"
turning around, you saw jake standing there, a tank top clinging to his toned frame. the sight of him took your breath away for a moment, his tan skin glistening slightly in the summer heat.
"jake," you said, a mixture of surprise and confusion in your voice. "what are you doing here?"
he stepped closer, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "i was hoping to catch you before you left. can we talk?"
you nodded, still feeling a bit stunned by his sudden appearance. "sure. whatâs up?"
jake ran a hand through his hair, looking a little uncertain. "my parents are in australia, i mean obviously they are, and well, i don't have enough money to buy myself a plane ticket. god, i should've planned better⌠anyway, i was thinking⌠maybe i could stay with you for a while? just until i figure something out. i know it's a lot to ask, and it's totally okay if it's not possible, i can find another solution, but i just thoughtâ"
"jake, slow down," you interrupted gently, trying to suppress a smile at his nervous rambling. "it's okay."
he looked relieved but still a bit anxious. "i just⌠i really miss you, you know? this past month has been hell, and i keep thinking about that night, about everything, and i hate how we left things. i want to fix it, to talk, to see if we can⌠i don't know, figure things out. together."
your heart softened at his honesty, and seeing him here, hearing him say he missed you, was like a balm to your aching heart. "you can stay with me, jake. we'll figure things out together."
jakeâs face lit up with relief and happiness. he took your suitcase from you, easily lifting it as if it weighed nothing. "thanks. you have no idea how much this means to me."
as you walked out of the dorm together, the summer sun beating down on you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. this summer break, which you had dreaded just moments ago, now held the promise of something new and wonderful.
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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 10
Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist
Praise Kink - Hyunjin
Word Count: 11.7K
Summary: As a lead detective in the police department, you've been assigned to solve a serial killer case, but you've hit a point where you can no longer work on the case by yourself. Hwang Hyunjin, the golden child of the police department and your sworn rival, is assigned as your partner.
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You have officially run out of red string.Â
The cork board in the conference room doesnât have any more open spaces for new leads or clues. You canât even see the brown of the board anymore.Â
Instead of whittling information down, youâve only come up with more suspects for the case.Â
Itâs better than the case going cold, sure, but it feels like youâre getting further and further from actually solving the damn thing.Â
It also doesnât help that you not only have Chief Bang breathing down your neck, but the entire city as well. You understand, really, everyone wants a killer to be caught.Â
But these sort of things take time.Â
And they usually donât have a million and thirty leads. Typically, you were lucky to have one.Â
Everyone in the city has a tip. And you have to check each and every single one.Â
Three sharp knocks draw your exhausted attention away from the board.Â
âCome in!â You call out.Â
The door clicks open and dress shoes click on the floor.Â
âI think youâre going to need another cork board soon, Detective.â
Your mood curdles like milk.Â
âWhat do you want, Hwang?â
Hwang Hyunjin, the departmentâs top detective and your least favorite person in the world. Â
Every case he touches is solved. Every last one of them. But maybeâ just maybeâ itâs because he gets to pick and choose which ones heâs assigned to.Â
The golden child of the police department. The biggest, cockiest pain in the ass youâve ever met.Â
He clicks his tongue and walks up to the conference table youâre leaning against.Â
âI have a whole new stack of tips for you.âÂ
The sound of a thick stack of papers hits the table, you cringe.Â
You havenât even finished going through the last stack.Â
âAnd I am once again humbly offering my assistance on this case.â
You look over at him for the first time tonight. His long black hair is pulled back with a few strands dangling in front of his face.Â
He wears a pressed dress shirt, black tie, black vest, and slacks.Â
Truly, it looks like he popped off a magazine cover and you hate it.Â
âAnd I am humbly declining. I can handle this on my own, thank you.âÂ
Your own heels click along the floor as you come around the conference table to sit down in front of the first stack of papers.Â
Hyunjin shoves his hands in his pockets and meanders closer to the cork board.Â
He looks up and down all the different leads, the ever expanding list of suspects, murder weapons, locations. Heâs silent for a long moment.Â
The only sound in the room is the clock ticking on the wall.Â
What time is it anyway? Youâve been here since 4 AM when a call came in about another victim. The bags under your eyes surely look like bruises at this point.Â
Since you started on this case two months ago there hasnât been a single night where youâve gotten more than five hours of sleep.Â
Words are blending together on the paper. Is the sun up?
Warily, you turn and eye Hyunjin, whoâs still staring at the cork board. His head cocks to the side as he studies all the different clues littering the surface.Â
He takes a deep breath and turns to look at you. You point an accusatory finger at him.Â
âNo! No, no. Youâre not coming in here and solving my case that Iâve been working on for months!â
His mouth shuts, a smirk appears.Â
Oh, you want to smack it off his face.Â
âI was only going to sayââ
âNo! Nothing! I do not need your help! Get out of here!â You shoo him away.Â
âL/Nââ he tries again.Â
âShut it!â
Hyunjin rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth while making his way to the door.Â
You glare daggers into the back of his head, praying that a ceiling tile will miraculously fall and crush him.Â
He grabs the door handle and walks into the hallway. Right before the door closes, he peeks his head in through the crack.Â
âThe killer is ambidextrous,â he says in a sing-songy voice.Â
A frustrated, muted scream tears from your throat and you hurl the nearest objectâ which happens to be a metal cup full of pens and pencilsâ at the door.Â
It shuts before the cup makes contact.Â
Hyunjinâs laugh comes through the closed door and it only makes your blood boil more.Â
You slam your head down onto the wood desk.Â
âOf course heâs ambidextrous.â
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âDetective L/N,â Chief Bangâs head pokes into the conference room. âCan I see you in my office please?â
You havenât gone home yet. Youâre in the same clothes as yesterday except now theyâre more wrinkled.Â
Nodding, you put down your pen and tell your chief youâll be there in a minute.Â
He hums and leaves the room.Â
You rub the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get the exhaustion out of them.Â
About 100 ounces of coffee is flowing through your body but itâs doing nothing to wake you up, all itâs doing is increasing your heart rate.Â
To anyone else who wanders through your police department, they might think youâve escaped the morgue.
The walk to Chief Bangâs office was short.Â
As soon as you step inside, your heart sinks.Â
The chief sits behind his desk, but thatâs not why your stomach turns.Â
Hyunjin takes up one of the chairs, another freshly pressed suit on his body.Â
The man is flawless and it makes you want to become a suspect for one of your cases.Â
âTake a seat, detective.â Chief Bang motions to the other empty chair.Â
Hyunjin looks up at you, arms crossed over his chest. A smug smirk pulls on his lips as he takes in your disheveled appearance.Â
You tongue your cheek for a moment and flip your hair over your shoulder before sitting down. Your fingers iron out deep wrinkles in your pencil skirt.Â
You try to maintain some level of pride. Itâs comical, really.
âNow, Iâll cut right to the chase here, Y/N, itâs not that I donât trust your abilities as a detective, I do.â
You deflate.Â
âBut this case is becoming too much for one person.â
Your jaw clenches.Â
So badly you want to refute that claim, to tell Chief Bang that you have it handled, itâs no big deal. But thatâs a lie and you both know it.Â
And the smug asshole next to you definitely knows it.Â
âDetective Hwang has kindly offered his assistance on the case, so Iâm assigning him as your partner on this.â
You think for a moment. âCan I get a different partner? I think Detective Kim just closed his last case, meaning heâs available to help.âÂ
âDetective Kim started a new case this morning.â
âDetective Lee?â
âBusy.â
âOfficer Yang?â
âHeâs not even a detective.â
âWhat about Detective Seo?â
Chief Bang stays silent, deadpan eyes watch you. He cocks his head to the side.Â
You sink back in the chair.Â
âI specialize in homicide cases, L/N.â Hyunjin pipes up from next to you. âIâm the best one for the case and you know it.â
âZip it, Hwang.â
Hyunjin scoffs.Â
Chief Bang rolls his eyes, his patience obviously wearing thin. âY/N, Iâm going to need you to swallow your pride for the sake of the city. Thereâs a murderer on the loose, remember? Youâre my top detectives, it would be stupid not to partner you together.â
You canât meet his eyes, you look off to the side, crossing your arms over your chest. Anxiously, your leg begins to bounce.
âPut your personal feelings aside, Y/N.â
Silence falls over the room. Both of the men wait for you.Â
It really doesnât feel like you have a choice, here. Obviously, you donât.Â
âFine.â
âGreat!â Hyunjin taps his hands on the arms of the chair and then pops up. âIâm going to need access to all the files youâve been looking at these past two months as well as the extra key to the conference room.â
He grabs his trench coat off the back of the chair.Â
âIâll also need you to catch me up to speed on the latest tips from civilians; you did have time to read those last night, right? Additionally, I think we should rearrange our hours so that weâre on duty together until this is solved.â
He makes his way towards the door.Â
âCome on, L/N! Weâll discuss over coffee.â
You stare at Chief Bang. He offers you a slightly amused, slightly sympathetic smile.Â
âBest of luck, detectives.â
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The hot mug rests between both of your shaky hands. Hyunjin sat across from you in a large diner booth.Â
Files littered the entirety of the top of the table. Itâs all things youâve seen before and practically have memorized by now.Â
You explained everything you knew to him from the beginning, sparing no detail.Â
College girls were all found murdered in their dorms. No security footage of anyone going in or out of the building that doesnât belong there.Â
Each victim is about two weeks apart.Â
A half eaten fruit cup sits next to your coffee. âFruit cupâ is a loose term since more than half of it was honeydew melon.Â
Why canât they just throw a few strawberries in there? Slice up a banana or toss a few blueberries in? They already have the fruit in the back for the pancakes, it would be so easy toâ
âI donât think this victim is from the same killer.â
Your head snaps up and you glare at Hyunjin. âWho?â
He slides the file across the table to you. âAndrea Bowman. She doesnât fit the same profile as the other victims. All the others were blonde, Andrea has brown hair.â
You sip at your coffee, glazed eyes scanning the file. Youâre simply too tired to keep up the anger. Â
âI had thought the same thing at first. But according to the coroner, her time of death would put her as the first victim of the killer, first victims of serial killers tend to not fit the profile of the rest since itâs the first taste.â
Her autopsy stares up at you.Â
âPlus, everything else is consistent with the rest, bruised wrists and ankles and a slit throat. Theyâre all college aged girls who went to the local community college.â
You slide the crime scene photos around, taking in all the details.Â
âMaybe she wasnât his victim.â One of her school photos peeks out from the bottom of the stack, you pick it up and look at it solemnly. âBut something tells me she was his first.â
Hyunjin watches you closely, any rebuttal he had died on the tip of his tongue.Â
Plates clatter in the kitchen. Â
Your nose scrunches and you pack away Andreaâs file.Â
âYou said they all go to the same school?â
âYeah, the community college.â
âDid they all study the same thing?â
You shake your head, taking another sip of coffee. âNope, all different fields of study, all different extracurriculars. They didnât even live in the same dorm building.â
Hyunjin leans back against the booth and picks up his iced coffee, taking a long sip while staring out the window.Â
Your fingers run through your hair. âI requested their transcripts and class schedules from every year but Iâm waiting on all those requests to process. With how slow the registrarâs office is taking you would swear they didnât want this case solved.â
âRed tape always gets in the way.â Hyunjin reaches down in his pocket and takes his phone out, tapping a few buttons and then holding it up to his ear.Â
You cock an eyebrow at him, he only holds up a finger at you. You scoff.Â
âDianne? Hi, itâs Hyunjin!⌠Iâm doing so well, and you? ⌠Thatâs great to hear! ⌠Yes, yes those homemade cookies were to die for.â
Your mouth falls open a bit. Who in the hell was he talking to? Homemade cookies?
Throwing your hands up in front of your face, you give him a flabbergasted look.Â
He narrows his eyes at you and gives you a look that says âbe quietâ.
âListen, I was actually calling to cash in a favor, I have a list of students I need transcripts and schedules of for a case. ⌠I can email it over to you, itâs for theâ ⌠yes, yes that one.â
You slow blink at him. Does he have a contact at the registrarâs office? Of course he does, why wouldnât he have one?
The golden child strikes again.Â
âYouâre a darling, Dianne, thank you. Iâll send it to you asap. ⌠of course, say hello to Rob for me. Bye!â
He hangs up and puts his phone back on the table.Â
Hyunjin takes one look at your face and shrugs. âWhat? I helped her with a personal matter when I was a P.I.â
If you roll your eyes anymore, theyâll go into the back of your head.Â
âSo do you have a listââ
You interrupt him. âYeah.â
âCan youââ
âMhmm.â
You finish your coffee and reach into your purse, digging out a ten dollar bill and tossing it onto the table.Â
âWhere are you going?â He asks you.Â
âHome,â you respond simply while shuffling out of the booth. âI havenât slept since Monday.â
Hyunjin looks down at the various files on the table. âWhat about the list?â
You move the files around and pull out one of the papers and place it in front of him.Â
âItâs right here. Iâll see you tomorrow, Hwang.â
âTomorrow? But what aboutââ
âIf Dianne gets the list back to you, just forward it to me. Iâll look at it when I wake up.â Your voice is full of venom.Â
âI really think we should look at it together.â His eyes narrow. âWeâre partners on this, remember?â
âAs if you would even need my help,â you spit out. âBy the time I come in tomorrow, youâll probably have the entire case solved, the perp arrested, and all the paperwork done before I even pour my coffee.â
The more you talk, the more your anger levels rise. You lean over him in the booth, one of your hands on the back of the seat to keep you balanced.Â
Hyunjinâs eyes widen and he leans back as you go forward.Â
âThe golden boy will strike again, solving a case that Iâve been working on for months and getting all the credit. Because thatâs just how good you are. Mr. Perfect. Everything about you is just amazing.â
He gulps and shifts around. A red tint creeps up on his face.Â
And for the first time since you met him, Hwang Hyunjin is speechless. His mouth opens to say something several times but no sound comes out.Â
âNow. If youâll excuse me.â You stand back up and turn on a heel, leaving the diner and a very flustered detective behind.Â
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Knock after knock after knock after knock bangs on your apartment door.Â
Youâre not sure of how long whoeverâs been knocking has been at it, but it takes you a solid thirty seconds to wake up fully. You had peacefully drifted into a very deep sleep the moment your head hit the pillow.Â
The entire bedroom is pitch black, the sun no longer in the sky. The clock on your nightstand displays that itâs around 1 AM.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You slur out. Itâs so hard to open your eyes right now.Â
The knocking persists.
With all the grace of a drunken newborn deer, you slither out of bed and make your way to your front door.Â
You flip on a light on your way there.Â
Staring through the peephole, a frown pulls at your face as soon as you see whoâs banging on your door at this ungodly hour.Â
You rip the door open, startling Hyunjin. His hand still hangs in the air when you open it.Â
âFinally!â He shoves past you and into your apartment.Â
âNo, please, come on in.â You growl and shut the door, securing all the locks in place again.Â
Behind you, you hear him slam a stack of papers onto your kitchen island.Â
âI forwarded you the transcripts hours ago but you didnât answer.â
âI told you I would look at them when I woke up.â
He takes in your disheveled appearance with judging eyes. Your hair was all frizzy and out of place, a loose t-shirt hung off one shoulder and was so big you couldnât see the shorts underneath.Â
His Adamâs Apple bobs with a swallow.Â
It was obvious he wasnât used to seeing you in such a relaxed state. He was still wearing his dress pants from earlier, but he only had a dress shirt on with his trench coat over the top.Â
âYouâre awake now, arenât you?â He looks back down at the stack of files and opens them up, spreading papers everywhere.Â
You come up to the table and look down at everything.Â
Semesters of different class schedules stare back at you. Some have highlighted portions, others are still blank. He seems to have given up in the middle of doing it himself, opting to bring it here.Â
You tongue your cheek, looking over what you can see so far.
Itâs going to be a long night.
âIâll make coffee.â
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Hours have passed, the sleepiness and weariness of being woken up has been replaced by the delightful thrum of caffeine in your veins.
After about a half an hour of going through the transcripts, you quietly asked Hyunjin if he was alright with you playing music softly.Â
He stared at you with wide eyes, âAh, yeah, of course, thatâs fine.â
You cocked an eyebrow. âAre you sure?â
âYeah, Iâm just⌠not used to you asking for permission before doing something.â
Grumbling, you rolled your eyes and picked your phone up to scroll through playlists. You settled on a calmer one full of music from artists like Lord Huron and Tom Rosenthal.Â
Since then the two of you have been silently going through each schedule.Â
Biting the end of the highlighter absentmindedly, you study the class schedule.Â
âIâm only seeing one similarity.â You say out loud. Hyunjin looks up. âThis one class, itâs a gen ed Physics class. But each of these girls took it, all at different times though.â
âWhich class?â
âPHYS 100. Same Professorâ Dr. Furon.â
âDo you think we should bring the professor in for questioning?â he asks.
âCouldnât hurt. Right now heâs the only common denominator. Is it anywhere on your transcript?â
Hyunjin flips through the pages. âYep, right here, her freshman spring semester back in 2020.â
You pull out a sticky note and write down that info.Â
âCan you go through each one and tell me when they took the course?â
Hyunjin gathers all the stapled packets of papers up. âYeah.â
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You and Hyunjin stood shoulder to shoulder looking through the one way glass.Â
A near ninety year old man sat on the other side.Â
âSo,â Hyunjin says to break the silence.Â
âSo.â
âIt canât be him.â
âObviously.â
Another long moment of silence.Â
He shoves his hands in his pockets. âDo you want to question him or should I?â
You sigh, watching as the professor fidgets with a loose string on his sweater sleeve. The officers had completely forgone the handcuffs, allowing him to sit at the table freely.Â
They also rolled in a comfier chair and gave him a cup of coffee.Â
âMy case. Iâll do it.â
â Our case.â
âShut it, Hwang.â
You make your way into the interrogation room with a notepad tucked under your arm.Â
The professor looks up as soon as you open the door. He shakily stands up from his seat with proper manners.Â
You smile gently. âDr. Furon, thank you so much for taking the time to come down.â
Both of you shake hands before sitting down. His grip is not firm whatsoever.Â
Arthritis.Â
âOh, itâs no matter. Happy to be of help.â
You place the notepad down and scoot your chair in. âIâll get right to it since I can see youâll be our best help here. When analyzing the list of victims, we saw that each of them had taken your class before. Itâs a small lead, I know, but itâs too much to sweep under the rug.â
He nods, listening carefully. He blanches and leans back. âI didnât realize I had each of them. There are so many students in each section, thereâs not enough time to learn names.â
He shakes his head.Â
âI had recognized a few in the paper, but I try not to do too much digging, it hurts too much to look into. I donât know how you detectives do it.â
You reach across the table and grab his hands warmly. âI feel the same way about physics, I donât know how you do it. All those equations.â
Dr. Furon cracks a smile. âSomeone has to. But I do have help with all my courses. Each student has a specific discussion section once a week with a smaller class size, but theyâre all taught by graduate students.â
You jot that down on your notebook and lean your chair back. You knock once on the window.
âOn it.â Hyunjinâs muffled voice comes through the glass.Â
âJust one more question, Dr. Furon, I wonât take up any more of your time, this has been very valuable. Are there any students or people that you come in contact with that maybe trigger some alarm bells or a gut instinct?â
He shifts around, he really thinks about it.Â
âI really canât think of anything, detective, Iâm sorry. The girlsâ names that I recognize were normal students too, granted they werenât the best, but I do know they were doing their very best. Breaks my heart.â
You scribble that down and stand up.Â
âThank you very much for your time, Dr. Furon. We greatly appreciate your help.â
He nods and stands up as well. âOf course, if I can do anything else, please give me a call.â
âIf you think of anything else, hereâs my card.â You reach across the table and hand him a small business card.Â
You showed the professor out of the room, asking if he needed anything. He patted your arm sweetly before leaving.Â
When you turn around, Hyunjin is standing there, waving a file around.Â
You roll your eyes. âIâm coming, Iâm coming.â
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Your apartment has become the unofficial meeting place for both you and Hyunjin once your shifts are over. The department wasnât great for concentration.Â
They say not to take work home with you, but your home is so much cozier.Â
Itâs only about 8 PM. Takeout containers take up a small portion of the kitchen island.Â
Another pot of coffee is brewing.Â
âSo, between the victims, there are five different graduate students that taught their discussion sections. And one of them graduated last year.â Hyunjin flips through his notes.Â
You run your hands through your hair.Â
âSo, four graduate students.â
âYep.â He pops the âpâ.Â
âDo we have any information on the four students?â
âNo, but we have enough cause to bring them down to the station for questioning.â
You sigh and pick up your phone. âLetâs do that, then.â
A message is sent off to Chief Bang, he replies immediately saying heâll contact them immediately and have them brought in and that heâll call you when you can come in.Â
âI just donât think it was any of the graduate students.â Hyunjin adds, sliding papers around to grab a victimâs file.Â
âI agree.â
He doesnât seem to hear you. âTwo of the graduate students are womenâ women donât commit murders like this, the other two are masters in their field with promising careers.â
âI know, I agree with you, Hwang.â
âAnd I just donât think thatâ wait, you agree?â
You stare at him with a blank expression. âYes, I agree with you.â
He shifts around on the seat. His mouth opens and closes a few times before actually speaking. âYou agree?â
Rolling your eyes, you place the papers down on the table. âHwang, you know I would rather die than agree with you, but in this case, yes, I agree, I think youâre right.â
âOh.â
Looking back down at the papers, you absentmindedly read a sentence in one of the witness statements. âI know you get the job done, Iâm not going to put personal feelings before a case.â
Hyunjin fidgets more. âSo, you think Iâm a good detective?â
Is he serious?
You roll your eyes, still not looking up. âYes, Hwang. Chief Bang has proclaimed you as one of the greatest detectivesâ everyone at the station knows that.â
âI just didnât think you thought that way.â
âIâm not here to stroke your ego, Hwang.â
He clears his throat and shifts forward on his chair. âBut do you , Y/L L/N, think Iâm a good detective?â
Putting the paper down on the counter, you look up at him with a cocked eyebrow and a frown. âReally? Do your work.â
âNot until you say it.â He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.Â
Rolling your eyes, you look down once more. What was on this page again?
âChoke.â
Hyunjin takes a breath to say something, but your phone lights up with a call at the same time. Expecting it to be Chief Bang, you answer quickly.Â
âDetective L/N.âÂ
âDetective!â An old voice comes from the other line. You pull your phone back to look at the unknown number and then bring it back to your ear.Â
Hyunjinâs attention peaks at your confusion.
âItâs Dr. Furon, I apologize for calling so suddenly.â
âOh, hi Doctor, itâs no trouble at all.â You look around for your notepad.Â
âPut it on speaker,â Hyunjin hisses while leaning forward. You shoo him off. He reaches forward to grab the phone from you, you smack his hand.Â
âI remembered something I didnât get a chance to say earlier, Iâm so sorry I didnât think of it,â Dr. Furon continues.Â
âThatâs quite alright, itâs the reason I gave you my number. Now, what is it?â You grab a pen and a random piece of paper.Â
Hyunjin reaches again, you smack his hand once more. âSpeaker!â He grumbles again.Â
Dr. Furon talks, unaware of the petty brawl happening on the other line. âAll of the students that are struggling in my class, I point them to the tutoring center in the library. As far as I remember, the names that were in the paper, the ones I recognize at least, they were going to the tutoring center.â
Your eyes widen and you write it down quickly.Â
Hyunjinâs patience wears out, he stands up from the counter and comes around to your side, his face dipping down to press his ear to the other side of the phone.Â
âIs there only one tutor available for your class?â you ask, jotting down notes.Â
âIâm not sure, Iâm sorry. You know, now that I think of it, on their final exams, I give extra credit if they write down that they went to tutoring and name their tutor.â
âDo you have those exams?â Hyunjin asks into the phone. You reach over and flick his forehead. He swats your hand away.Â
âOh, Detective Hwang, how are you?â Dr. Furon says politely.Â
âIâm doing very well, thank you.â
You go to smack him again, he once more swats your hand away.
The professor comes back to the conversation. âI have them but theyâre in my office. Would you two mind coming to campus to get them tomorrow?â
âOf course,â both you and Hyunjin say at the same time.Â
You sneer and push his face away.Â
âGreat!â Dr. Furon gives you all the details for tomorrow and the two of you hang up.Â
Placing your phone on the counter, you stand up to get away from Hyunjin.Â
âYou could've put it on speaker.âÂ
âYou couldâve been patient!â Grabbing the nearest objectâ a tissue boxâ you hurl it at him.Â
Hyunjin only laughs and catches it.Â
âPutting more coffee on?â
âObviously.â
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âItâs the same one,â you say incredulously, flipping through the exams that Dr. Furon had given the two of you.Â
While you got the papers from the professorâs office, Hyunjin had gone to the tutoring center for a list of tutors. Apparently he had a connection there as well.Â
The two of you now sat in the conference room with your original cork board to the side. New leads and pictures right smack in the middle.Â
You had spent the day questioning the graduate students, but as you suspected, it was a dead end. No one knew anything.Â
The exams spread over the table were the best lead.Â
âIt is,â he mutters in agreement and disbelief.Â
âEric Rowan.âÂ
âDo you thinkâŚ?â Hyunjin trails off.Â
âI do,â you state clearly. âI really do.â
Shaking your head, you flip through the exams over and over to make sure youâre right, to make sure youâre not looking past something.Â
Youâre not jumping to conclusions, are you?
Hyunjin suddenly stands up from the table and makes his way to the door. âIâll have the chief get someone to bring him down to the station.â
He didnât even give a second thought to your decision.Â
The door clicks after him. The silence inside the room is deafening.Â
It would be perfect if you could play music like you do at home.Â
âEric Rowan,â you whisper solemnly.Â
One tutor from the library at the university.Â
It would make sense.Â
Hyunjin had managed to get Ericâs entire tutoring log, every student heâs ever tutored had been included.Â
You were able to highlight each and every one of the girlsâ names that were victims of these heinous crimes. There were about two weeks of time between their last tutoring session and when they were found dead.Â
One name stuck out, one name brought you an endless sigh of relief: Andrea Bowman. Â
It made your skin crawl, but you instantly noticed she was the first female he tutored during his time.Â
Slowly, the pieces started clicking. Your throat got a bit tight, it was difficult to swallow the emotions.Â
You look around and grab her file underneath a huge stack. Her school picture is the top photo paper clipped on the inside.Â
Andreaâs smiling face will haunt you for a long time.Â
Hyunjin came back into the room, you didnât look up.Â
âChief just sent someone out to get him, weâre getting interrogation room two ready for him, I think thatâ L/N?â
Your head snaps up and you sniffle.Â
âSorry,â your voice is hoarse.Â
He shifts his weight in the doorway. âEverything finally hitting?â
You bite your lip and look back at Andreaâs picture. âYeah.âÂ
Standing up from the table, you close the file and tuck it underneath a few more.Â
âThe guy hasnât even confessed yet, Iâm getting ahead of myself here. It just makes too much sense. These girls stopped going to see him two weeks before he killedâ supposedly killed them.
âIt just reads so clearly. He probably made a move, they felt uncomfortable so they stopped seeing him for tutoring, he couldnât face rejection, so he killed them. Itâs fucking sick.â
You roll your shoulders and look up at the ceiling. âAm I being too hasty? It just feels right, like ⌠like these girls are cheering for me and telling me Iâm right.â
The door shuts behind Hyunjin. He weighs his words carefully and walks up to his jacket, grabbing it off the back of the chair he sat in before.Â
Those perfectly polished dress shoes click on the floor. It echoes off of each wall.Â
âThereâs one thing Iâve always lacked as a detective.â He folds the trench coat over his arm and walks up to you. âIt makes me so mad that I donât have this, it would help with so many of my cases.â
You watch him warily. Thereâs a sad smile on his face as he takes in your frazzled mood.Â
Youâve never worn your heart this freely on your sleeve before.Â
With a sigh, he reaches up and taps on your forehead. âWomenâs intuition.â
For the first time, you have no response for him.Â
As far as Hwang Hyunjin goes, this is the closest youâve ever gotten to a compliment from him, or even an acknowledgment of your skill.Â
Your lips stay sealed.Â
âIâve never not trusted your judgment. Ever. If your gut is saying this is the guy, then this is him. When have you ever been wrong?â
Your mind is reeling.Â
Did he just compliment you again?
Heat rises to your cheeks. Your stomach flips.Â
âIâve always been so jealous of that. You just⌠know.â He shrugs and looks around, a small tinge of pink on his cheeks. âWhen the pieces finally fit into place youâre fucking brilliant at solving everything so fast. Whatâs that about?â
A sad laugh tumbles from his lips.
âThis case wouldâve taken any other team months to solve, but you and I did it in two weeks. Maybe we should work together more often, Y/N.â
Thereâs no way he said that.Â
Heâs jealous of you?
And did he just call you by your first name?
He stares down at you for a couple of seconds. Maybe you were imagining it, but you could swear that his eyes flickered to your lips more than once.Â
âCome on then, we have an interrogation to do.â
Hyunjin turns on a heel and makes his way to the door.Â
âThank you,â you call after him. Hyunjinâs hand pauses on the door handle. âThank you, Hyunjin.â
He doesnât turn around. He doesnât acknowledge what you didâ the favor you just returned.Â
He doesnât speak on the new level that your relationship just crossed nor the mutual respect that you two just shared.Â
Nothing.Â
You donât even get to see his face when you call him by his name for the first time.Â
But, by the way his shoulders square and his head twitches, you know it affected him.Â
Wordlessly, he nods and opens the door, leaving it open for you as he walks into the hallway and towards the interrogation rooms.Â
Hwang Hyunjin, the golden child of the police department, considers you to be on the same level as him. Who wouldâve thought?Â
Maybe heâs right, maybe you should work together more often.Â
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Hours and hours and hours have gone by.Â
Hyunjin as well as other officers have been grilling Eric for what seems like days. But itâs only been about 18 hours.Â
The bags under your eyes feel like bruises.Â
Three empty coffee cups and one full one sit next to you as you stare through the one way glass.Â
Hyunjinâs pacing around the room with his hands in his pockets.Â
His tie is loose around his neck, the sleeves of his button up are rolled up, his hair is tied up out of his eyes.Â
Heâs been trying to go the good cop route for the last 3 hours. Slowly, that act has been dropping; Eric is getting on his last nerve.Â
You both let Eric sit in the interrogation room by himself for 4 hours leading up to this to get to his head. It didnât seem to work. You can only legally keep him here for forty-eight hours.
If anything, heâs only gotten more agitated.Â
Hyunjin walks up behind Eric, he reaches one arm down to the table.Â
âYouâve never seen any of these girls before?â Hyunjin slides a few photos towards them on the table.Â
âNo.â Eric answers quickly. âIâve already told you that.â
âI just think itâs interesting youâve never seen any of them, Mr. Rowan. You tutored them. All of them.â
âDo you realize how many students I tutor on a daily basis?â
Hyunjin barks a laugh. âOh, Iâm sorry, I didn't realize you were that popular.â He comes around the table and opens a file.Â
Hyunjin pulls out one specific page, and reads off the top. âActually, here we go, I know exactly how many students you tutor. Letâs see here: âEric Rowan works two days a week in the tutoring center, Tuesdays and Thursdays.â Last week you tutored 3 students total, and they were all returning studentsâ how interesting!â
He slams the paper down onto the metal table. Eric jumps.Â
âOnly three returning faces to your tutoring session, Mr. Popular. And hereâs the funniest thing;Â Iâve noticed that thereâs no women on this list. Weird.â
Ericâs eye twitches.Â
Hyunjin takes a seat across the table, folding his hands on top of a notebook.Â
âHave you ever had a girlfriend before, Mr. Rowan?â
Eric scoffs and shifts around in his seat.Â
Your interest is piqued, you sit up straight in your chair and lean forward.Â
Why did he get so nervous all of a sudden?Â
Eric picks up the cup of water that he requested and takes a long sip from it. Hyunjin waits patiently.Â
âI donât see how thatâs relevant to anything, Detective.â
Hyunjin laughs and opens the file. âSee, I thought you would say that. My chief also asked the same question.â
Said Chief, who has been standing behind you for the better part of 5 hours, most certainly did not ask that. Chief Bang snorts quietly at the lie.Â
âBut you know what, we detectives have to do our due diligence.â Hyunjin opens a file and slides a large printed photo out across the table. âRecognize her?â
So many different emotions fly across Ericâs face: anger, loss, betrayal, depression, rage, hurt. The muscles in his face dance as they try to settle on an expression.Â
âNo,â he grits out.Â
An obvious lie.
âInteresting.â Hyunjin pulls out another photo and slides it across. âBecause just by taking a quick look at your social media profile, I can see how this girl was your girlfriend . Look, here you are together! Leah Miller. Pretty girl.â
Eric says nothing. He canât look away from the picture.Â
âMost interesting part I noticed was that you havenât posted anything with her in about a year. What happened? Breakup? They suck, hm? Sorry, should I have said âex-girlfriendâ before? My bad.â
You canât help but smile. Hyunjinâs always been brilliant in interrogations, you canât deny that. Youâve only ever heard rumors about how he is on the other side of the one-way mirror.Â
Sneaking a peek at the picture of Leah Miller, your eyes widen. She fit the profile: long, blonde hair and sweet, light eyes.
More pieces fall into place.Â
âItâs none of your business,â Eric grits out between clenched teeth.Â
Chief Bang shifts behind you and grabs the back of your chair. Obviously he senses it too, a confession, a slip up, anything. Itâs showing its head.Â
âWhat? What are you saying?â Hyunjin laughs. âItâs exactly my business. Thatâs quite literally what my job is, you know, to know your business. Itâs the same reason I know that you asked out Andrea Bowman during one of your tutoring sessions and she rejected you.â
âThatâs notââ
âOh, sorry, is that not how it happened? Did you maybe try and make a move on her and she rejected you that way? Maybe you put an arm around the back of her chair? Classic.â
âI-I didnâtââ
âNot that one? Understood.â Hyunjin nods and flips through the pictures on the table. âOh, did you use the old âgive me your number just in case you need more helpâ trick? Used that on a girl in college, myself. Of course, it worked for me.â He winks at Eric.
Eric is fuming, his face is turning redder and redder, the vein in his forehead is popping.Â
âHere we go,â Chief Bang whispers under his breath.Â
Your mouth is agape, youâve heard about Hyunjin in interrogation rooms before but youâve never actually seen it.Â
Itâs like heâs dancing with fire so beautifully. Heâs twirling a flaming sword with a silver tongue.Â
âI think Andrea rejected you and then when she never came back for more tutoring, you lost it. You looked up her campus address in the internal systems, because guess what, you have access to that as a tutor, and you went to her dorm room, and you killed her.â
âWh-What? Youâre way off base here, Detective.â Eric stutters, his eye twitches again, his leg starts bouncing under the table.Â
He pulls on the cuffs keeping him to the table.Â
Hyunjin youâre so close, come on, come on.Â
âFunny!â Hyunjin exclaims and slides another piece of paper across the table. âHereâs the search history in the library computer with your login credentials!â
Eric gapes, his mouth opens and closes several times.
âYou know what, maybe you didnât go to Andreaâs dorm with the idea of killing her. Maybe it was a grand romantic gesture, yeah, that seems more like itâ flowers and everything.â He slams another picture on the table.Â
A bouquet of flowers was found at Andreaâs crime scene.Â
âYou presented her with the flowers. And she rejected you. Again. â Hyunjinâs voice is getting louder and louder, crescendoing with Ericâs anger and heart rate.Â
Your breathing picks up. Both you and Chief Bang stop moving.Â
âStop,â Eric suddenly pleads. His hands shoot up to cover his ears but theyâre stopped by the cuffs.Â
The metal clinks and pulls, they dig into his wrists.Â
âShe rejected you twice! To your face! But you couldnât take that for an answer. God, why did she do that? Why did she turn you down when you were just trying to be nice? â
Hyunjin stands up slowly from the table, towering over Eric.Â
âShe was just like her, she was just like that bitch that broke up with you? She tore your heart out and spit on it! She was no better than Leah! So, you knocked her out and you tied her down to her own fucking bed in hopes that she would just hear you out!â
âStop, stop!â
âBecause maybe if she just listened she would understand that youâre just a genuine guy trying to be a good boyfriend to someone! Youâre so nice, youâre such a good guy, no one likes good guys anymore, huh? And, of course Leah didnât see that either!â
â Stop! â
âShe tried to scream for help, so you killed her. You slit her throat without a second fucking thought for anything! And it felt so fucking good, didnt it? It felt so good to finally take power back from her? So, you didnât stop.â
Tears spring from Ericâs eyes as he squints them shut, his body physically curling in on itself. He writhes around, unable to get far because of the handcuffs.Â
âSo you kept going, and you went after women who looked just like Leah. And it felt amazing because every single time you could picture her face as you slit their throats. Each and every one of them babbling for mercy, crying out for their mothers, to only choke on their own bloodââ
â FINE! â Eric screams, slamming his fists on the table. âI killed them. I killed each and every one of the fucking bitches. And I fucking wish I could have killed her too!â
The sudden seemingly endless torrent of sentences comes to a screaming halt.Â
Hyunjin sits down on his chair once more with a huff.Â
And just like you did yesterday, he leans back on his chair and knocks once on the window.Â
It takes you a second to find your voice after witnessing the most amazing, jaw dropping interrogation youâve ever seen.Â
âG-Got it!â You say loudly through the glass. âWe got it. Oh my god!â You stand up quickly from the chair and turn around to Chief Bang, who has an equally surprised expression. âWe got it! â
He stutters for a moment and shakes his head to clear his mind before speed walking out of the side room to get officers to arrest Eric.Â
Eric Rowan, who is now pathetically sobbing in his chair.Â
Eric Rowan who signed his confession with the opposite hand that heâd been using to drink his water.Â
Eric Rowan who is ambidextrous.
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Itâs so weird to see your kitchen island devoid of files and endless stacks of papers after the last few weeks.Â
Eric was taken in for booking. Your job was over.Â
Well, it was over for now. Chief Bang gave you and Hyunjin a week off and then youâre due back in the office for the next case.Â
Plus, youâll have to be at Eric Rowanâs trial since you were the lead detective on the case.Â
So maybe âoverâ isnât the best way to describe it.Â
More soft music plays from your speaker as you clean up the rest of the files. A large t-shirt draped over your body, it practically covers the shorts you have underneath.Â
Thereâs a couple knocks on your door. His knocks are so distinct. Youâve gotten so used to them over the past two weeks.Â
âCome in, Hwang!â you call out.Â
The door opens and shuts.Â
âI think I left a few things here,â he says kicking his shoes off in your entryway.
You hum in response, gathering up files to stack them neatly.Â
His soft footsteps pad up behind you.Â
âI donât think I ever saw your countertop, is this granite?â he teases over your shoulder.Â
You snort a laugh. âYeah, it is. Came with the place, so donât ask any more questions.â
Putting the stack down, you turn around and come nose to nose with Hyunjin. He is so much closer than you thought he was.Â
You jump slightly and back up a bit, your hips hitting the countertop.Â
Hyunjin doesnât move.Â
âI didnât get to see you after the interrogation,â he says with a quieter voice.Â
Not able to hold his searing gaze, you look off to the side and cross your arms over your chest.Â
âYeah, well, you know how the hustle and bustle can wrap someone up after a case closes. Next thing I knew, Bang was sending me home.â
Hyunjin takes a half step closer to you. âWhat did you think?â
âHm?â
âWhat did you think of the interrogation?â
So many sarcastic, sharp retorts die on your tongue when you remember the conversation that the two of you had earlier.Â
But still, complimenting him was about as easy as petting a cactus.Â
âI told you Iâm not going to stroke your ego, Hwang.â
He takes another step towards you, both of his arms come up to cage you to the counter.Â
Heat rises on your cheeks more and more with each passing second. You refuse to meet his eyeline.Â
âHumor me, L/N. How was my performance today?â
Tonguing your cheek, you roll your eyes. Your heart rate picks up at his proximity. Why does he smell so good?
The last time the both of you had an opportunity to shower was two days ago.Â
He still smells like aftershave and expensive cologne.Â
âIt was good, okay? You got the guy.â
â We got the guy, L/N.â
âYeah, yeah, golden boy, we got him.â
He knows your sarcasm is empty. Just by looking at your flushed face he can tell you donât mean it.Â
âCome on now, L/N.â Long, lithe fingers grip your chin and turn your head towards him. âYou can do better than that.â
Your jaw clenches. Arousal shoots down your spine like an electric shock.Â
Fuck.Â
Closer and closer his alarmingly handsome face inches closer to yours. The beauty mark under his eye seems more prominent than ever.Â
His mind is one of a brilliant detective, but god, that face. He shouldâve been a model.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek and when you try to look away from his deep eyes, the grin on your jaw tightens.Â
âCome on, L/N.â He smirks. âTell me how good I did today. Say it.â
The brat inside you decides to surface. So, he wants to go this route, hm? âWhy do you need me to say it so badly, Hwang? Everyone else in the department is so far up your ass, they can wear you like a hat.â
He rolls his eyes, his body pressing against you entirely. Your arms uncross and you reach back to grip the countertop next to his hands.Â
It shouldnât feel as good as it does. You should be shoving him away, slapping him across the face, spitting on his shoes. But instead you relish in the feeling.Â
âYes. But theyâre not you. â
Your eyes widen and the corner of his mouth twitches. He knows he has you in the palm of his hand. He just needs to break you more.Â
But does he really?
Finally, he brings his lips closer and closer to yours. He pauses right before he makes contact, giving you a chance to say no.Â
Nothing of the sort tumbles out.Â
The first kiss he presses to your lips is nothing short of devouring.Â
His soft, plush lips consume yours like heâs a starving man at a feast. You meet his enthusiasm with fervor.
Hyunjinâs head tilts to get better access to your mouth. His eyebrows pull together in concentration, he almost looks like heâs in pain.Â
The fingers on your chin move down to your neck, he wraps his hand around it, thumbs on top of your pulse point, but he doesnât squeeze.Â
Your hands tentatively reach for him, grabbing at his dress shirt and tie, pulling him even closer to you.Â
A small moan comes from the base of his throat and through his nose. Hyunjinâs other hand grabs your hip possessively.Â
âSay it, L/N,â he hushes between kisses, completely out of breath. âTell me how good I am.â
How is it that he has this sort of possessive grip on you and yet heâs putting the ball in your court?
A small boost of confidence courses through your veins.Â
âCanât you just admit it already?â he adds.
Smirking, you say nothing. One of your hands threads into his long hair and yanks his face back to yours for another bruising kiss.Â
He huffs through his nose once more, but kisses you nonetheless.Â
Twirl after twirl of his tie around your hand tightens your grip. With the last tug, Hyunjin moans once more into your mouth. The hand on your throat squeezes a bit.
âL/N,â he pleads again against your lips.Â
You tug hard on his tie. Hyunjin loses his balance slightly, his knuckles turning white from grabbing your countertop so tight.Â
Bringing your lips to his ear, you blow hot air on the sensitive skin first. He shivers against your hot body.Â
At the same time, your bare foot travels up the back of his clothed calf, your thigh brushing against his hip.
âIf you want my approval that badly, youâre going to have to earn it.â
Hyunjin makes a choked moan, âFuck,â he whispers under his breath. The hand on your hip tightens. The fingers wrapped around your throat twitch.Â
âHow does that sound, Hwang? You be good to me and Iâll let you know how well youâre doing.â You roll your hips against his.
Your words have an obvious effect on him, the hardness that presses to your leg says it all.Â
Hyunjins lips drop down to your neck, he bites the soft skin where it meets your shoulder. âFucking hell, L/N, donât play hard to get.âÂ
Humming, you roll your head back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your skin. âIâm not playing anything, I already told you how to get what you want.â
Licking and sucking his way down your neck, his teeth nip at your exposed collarbone. The hand on your throat slides backwards and into the hair on the back of your head.Â
Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth to stop a moan from leaking out. You pull Hyunjinâs tie to keep his face there.
âJust like that, golden boy, your mouth feels so good.â
His hips involuntarily buck into yours at the praise, he whimpers against your skin. â Shit, â he curses into your neck with a hot exhale.Â
You wrap your entire leg around his waist and roll against him more. His mouth stutters, but afterwards he sucks hard . A bright purple hickey already surfaces when he detaches.Â
âL/N,â he murmurs into your neck. You hum in response. âCan I take this off?â He tugs at your shirt.
You smirk. âYou can.â
When your hand unwinds from his tie, Hyunjin backs off of you. His face is already so fucked out; eyes are half-lidded and hazy, his lips are so puffy and swollen, spit glistening off them in the soft kitchen light.Â
From all your pulling, Hyunjinâs hair is all askew and coming out of its usual ponytail.
He wastes no time, grabbing the hem of your t-shirt and yanking it over your head, he throws it behind him carelessly. His eyes light up at the sight of your bare chest, tongue poking out to lick his already slick lips.
You chuckle.
âYou gunna touch me or what?â you tease. âOr maybe you donât want it that badly.â
Hyunjinâs jaw clenches and he meets your eyes. The look heâs giving you is dangerous.
He huffs once and grabs your waist tightly, lifting you up off the ground and sitting you on the cold granite. The sharp temperature change against your flushed skin makes you shiver.Â
Hyunjin parts your legs and stands between your thighs, his head dips down and envelopes one nipple in his mouth.
âFuck!â you cry out, grabbing a fist full of his hair.
One of Hyunjinâs hands trails up your leg to grab at your exposed thigh while the other comes up to play with your other perky bud.
His eyes shut in his own pleasure. That tongue is absolutely relentless, licking circles around your nipple to flick over it a few times and then sucking.
Your toes are already curling, legs wrapping around his waist to get him closer to you.
âHow about now, L/N?â his hoarse voice whines against your spit covered chest. âIs this good for you? Does it feel good?â
The more he talks, the more you canât tell if heâs teasing you or genuinely asking for his own sanity.Â
âIt feels fucking amazing, Hwang, keepâ shit â keep going.â
Hyunjin takes in a shaky breath and switches sides, your fingers yank on his hair and he whines again around your nipple.Â
You let him continue for a while, relishing in the feeling of his spit dripping down your chest and onto your navel. The wet licks and sucks bouncing off the walls combined with his own small whines and your loud moans.Â
Roll after roll of your hips grinds against his hard tent in his dress pants. After a few minutes, your hips seem to have a mind of their own, your soaking wet cunt seeking friction against anything to satiate the need for contact.Â
The more he licks at your chest, the more Hwang Hyunjin continues to drive you insane.Â
âH-Hwang,â you pull his attention. His eyebrows furrow as you yank him away from your purple marked chest.Â
When he finally detaches, he looks up at you, panting.Â
âTouch me, touch me, please . I canât fucking take it.â
His shoulders curl forward like you knocked the air out of him.Â
With more strength than you thought he had, he scoops you up and wraps your legs around his waist while smashing your lips together again.Â
You cling onto him for dear life while letting your tongues slide over one another.Â
âHah,â you pant out in between kisses. âYouâre doing so fucking well.â
He whines.
âCouldâve made me cum with just that tongue on my tits. Such a shame.â
Hyunjin drops your body onto the couch without a warning. You squeal and bounce on the soft cushions.Â
âHwangââ your voice dies in your throat when you catch the sight of him standing on the other side of the sofa arm.Â
The change in his demeanor gives you whiplash.Â
His eyes are dark, almost black. His chest is heaving with heavy pants. Those long fingers are tugging at his tie, until it's loose enough for him to rip off his neck.Â
Your knees tuck up a bit towards your chest as you watch him with wide eyes like prey.Â
Hyunjin reaches down and snatches your ankle, he tugs on it harshly. You yelp as youâre dragged forward into a lying position.
Coming around the sofa, he swings one knee over you to straddle your hips. One by one he begins to unbutton his dress shirt, never once breaking eye contact.
Each sliver of skin that is revealed is devoured by your eyes greedily. Never once has he so much as undone the top button on his collar at work.
Shamelessly, you rake in his athletic build.Â
âYou want to cum with just my tongue? Okay, L/N, I can do that.â
Your heart thuds in your chest.Â
He shrugs his shirt off and drops it to the floor. Hands grab at the waistband of your shorts and yank them off with your panties in one swoop. Another article of clothing to hit the floor.
The cold air against your soaking wet folds makes you hiss slightly.Â
Hyunjin stares down at your arousal, biting his bottom lip. Lower and lower he descends until you can feel his heavy exhales against your cunt.
He pushes your thighs apart, putting one over his shoulder, your heel settles into the dip of his spine. Heâs smirking the entire time.
Finally, he tears his eyes away from your folds to look you right in the eye.
Your jaw clenches and you watch as he licks all the way from your entrance, up to your clit, circles around it to go back down to your entrance again.
An immediate shockwave of pleasure shoots through your body down to your toes. You toss your head back with your mouth agape, a silent scream stretching your lips.
Hyunjin keens at your reaction, doing the same maneuver again before focusing his attention on creating the most sinful figure eights with his tongue.
Your hand flies down to grab at his hair, shoulders arching off the couch. âShit, shit, H-Hwang, feels soâ hah â s-so good.â
He moans into you, the vibrations go right through you.Â
With your heel on his back, you can feel how his back curves as his hips rut into the couch underneath him to relieve some pressure off his aching cock.Â
Praises fall from your lips like water falling over rock. Each one makes Hyunjin whine and kick it up a notch.Â
âThat fu- uh -cking silver tongue, holy shit .â
Hyunjin moans loudly, he grabs both of your hips, nails digging into your skin with deep scratches. It only makes you cry out louder, pulling on his hair even harder.Â
The tie in his hair comes out completely. You toss it away from you and gather up his hair in between your fingers to keep it out of his eyes. It feels like silk.
A coil within you begins winding tighter and tighter. The more he licks and sucks, the higher your cries get and the tighter your abdomen feels.
âFeels so good, it feels fucking amazing ! S-So close! Shit, please make me cum, please, shit!â
Each word makes Hyunjin sutter and moan into your folds, his eyebrows pulled like heâs in pain. Harder and harder he ruts into your sofa, his nails digging into you so much you think he might draw blood.
Itâs taking every ounce of his will not to spill out in his pants at your praise. At your begging .
One of his hands comes up and kneads at your chest. His thumb rubs over your nipple a few times and thatâs all it takes for the band within you to finally snap.
Your orgasm washes over you so hard itâs like being hit by a bus.Â
With a silent cry, your entire body tenses up. Hyunjinâs movements slow down, but he still coaxes you through your climax with that skilled tongue of his.Â
He hums into your folds, licking up every last drop of your juices.
You come down from your high slowly, chest heaving up and down, every exhale is paired with a moan. Shockwaves still ripple through your thighs.
Hyunjinâs eyes open and he stares at you, his mouth going over to bite your inner thigh. You squeal and squirm.
Slowly, like a lion, he gets up and crawls over your form, keeping eye contact. Once heâs close enough, he captures your lips greedily. Your arousal is still all over his tongue. Itâs swapped between the two of you with your spit.Â
Your hands reach down and fumble with his belt buckle. Hyunjin makes no move to stop you, instead, he pushes you further.
âLook at that,â he pants, looking down at your fumbling hands. âSo desperate for my cock, huh, L/N?â
Your eyebrow twitches. You undo the buckle and reach down to grab his rock hard erection through his pants.
Hyunjinâs elbows buckle at your touch and he grunts, squinting his eyes shut.
âAll talk, arenât you? Once I touch you, you crumble .â
âShit!â His eyes snap open and he bucks into your hand. âBecauseâ ugh â, like I said, itâs you . Fuck ,â he moans when you squeeze him again over his pants.
âKeep going,â you tease. âKeep going and Iâll keep stroking this fucking monster cock you keep tucked in these pressed dress pants of yours.â
He exhales shakily while you unbutton his trousers.Â
âWhen were you ever going to fuckingâ agh â realize that you drive me fucking insane, L/N?â His eyes start to unfocus when you push down the waistband of his pants and boxers down his thighs.
Fucking hell . Has he always been packing this?
âGod damn, Hwang.â Your hand runs up his length. Hyunjin shudders and closes his eyes. Your touch is so featherlight he thinks heâs going insane.Â
His eyebrows twitch and hips buck forward to try and reach your touch.Â
âIâm not hearing a lot of talking.â You lean up and attach your lips to his neck, continuing to only trail the gentlest of touches up and down his throbbing cock.Â
The head is red and angry and weeping precum.
His body trembles. â Shit â I wanted you for so long, L/N. You drive meâ fuck â insane. Every single fucking day I did whatever it fucking took to get your attention.â
Finally, your hand wraps around his length tightly and you start pumping very slowly. The long, pathetic moan that tumbles from Hyunjinâs lips is something of sin.
He sounds so relieved yet even more aroused at the same time.Â
You continue to suck your own marks onto his perfect skin. Sweat drips down the side of his face and down his now slick back.Â
â Ughhh â L-L/NâŚâ He buries his face in the crook of your neck.Â
Your hand stops moving when he stops talking.
He cries out into your neck, hips frantically bucking into your touch to chase it. You only chuckle in response.Â
â Please! â He whimpers.Â
âKeep going then, golden boy.â You suck a sensitive spot underneath his ear.Â
Another stutter of his hips.
âI begged the chief to put me on your case!â
Your pumping picks up speed again, his entire body rolls into yours. You grip him tighter and jerk him faster.
âI saidâ ah â I would do whatever case he wanted next if heâ ffuuck â let me work with you on this oneâ oh my god! And I still would, I would do whateverâ mmmph â case I need to to fucking work with you every day. Agh! â
Despite your outwards nonchalant expression, on the inside, his words are fucking killing you. The throb in your cunt that was satiated moments ago comes back with a vengeance.Â
To hear Hwang Hyunjin at your mercy is going straight to your core. Each noise he makes goes straight to your pussy.
âGod, fuck , L/N, I-Iâm close. Please, god , shit.â
After a few more pumps, you stop, taking your hand away completely. Hyunjin cries into the crook of your neck again, his body rolling and rutting the air at the loss of contact.Â
âPlease, why, fucking hell , I was so close!â
You grab the hair on the back of his head and yank his head up to look down at you. His eyes are cloudy, ears and cheeks bright red. Sweat drips down the side of his face and over his sharp cheekbones and jawline.
âWouldnât you rather fuck me?â
His face twists up with another moan.Â
Hyunjin dives down and captures your lips in the sloppiest kiss of the night. Heâs messy and desperate the longer he kisses you.Â
While trying to stay attached to your lips, Hyunjin fumbles around to kick off his pants and boxers.
Both of you finally naked together, he grabs his cock in his fist.
âI-Iâm not going to lastââ
You cut him off with a sharp tug to his hair. âFuck me, golden boy, donât you think you deserve it after today?â
His eyes practically roll back in his head.
As soon as heâs lined up with your entrance, Hyunjin slides into you slowly. Inch by inch youâre stretched open,
He might not be thick but god, he is long .
With his mouth on yours, he swallows each moan and cry of pleasure. Without wasting any amount of time, he pulls out to slam back into you.
Both of you moan out together.
Your arm wraps around his neck. He rests his weight on one elbow and the other wraps around your shoulders to hug you close to him. His hand splays out between your shoulder blades to keep you anchored against his sweat slicked chest.
The skin to skin contact sends both of you wild.
Over and over again his hips undulate to thrust into you in the most delicious way. The angle of his hips brushes his pelvic bone against your clit with each slam against you.Â
âYou feel so fucking good,â you whine into his ear.
Hyunjinâs next thrust hits a bit harder. If praise makes him fuck you harder, then so be it.
âGod, your cock is amazing.â Harder. âHitting me just right.â Harder. âNever knew you would feel this fucking good.â
With his mouth on your neck, he leaves sloppy hickeys wherever he can reach. His pants fill the room and mix with your whines.
His head suddenly dips down to take your nipple into his mouth once more. You keen and toss your head back, hips canting up. The new angle has his cock slam right into your g-spot.
A loud scream tears from your lips. Hyunjin immediately picks up on this and picks up the pace, making sure he hits that spot every time.
If you thought your first orgasm had a sudden build up, itâs nothing compared to this one. Thereâs a sudden pressure increasing in your lower stomach.
âFuck!â Thrust . âSo good!â Thrust. âOh my god!âÂ
Praises and noises fall from you, you donât even realize what youâre saying anymore. The pleasure has your mind in the clouds.
âY/N,â the sudden use of your name grabs your attention. Hyunjin comes up over your face with a pleasure twisted face.Â
âSay it, please, please , Iâm fucking begging you , please, say it.âÂ
Your eyebrows pull together, mouth still hanging open. What does he want you to say that you havenât said already?
â My name. Say it, please, please, please, pleaseââ
Oh, fuck.
You smirk and watch as the desperation drives him wild. Even in the deepest throes of pleasure, you string him along for a few more seconds as you approach the edge.
Closer and closer you come to the edge.
He whines, begging louder and louder as his own climax creeps up on him, the muscles in his body tightening more and more.Â
He needs it so bad.Â
âY/N! Please! â
Just as youâre about to tumble over, your mouth stretches open.
âFuck, Hyunjin! â
The loudest moan youâve ever heard from a man comes falling out of his mouth as he buries his face into your neck. Hot, sticky warmth shoots within you in long, drawn out spurts that match with Hyunjinâs whines and groans.Â
His hips stutter for another twenty seconds before his moans finally calm down.Â
Both of you hold onto each other tightly, heaving heavy inhales and exhales to catch your breath.
Absent-mindedly, your hand begins to rub up and down Hyunjinâs clammy back, drawing small circles and lines onto his skin.
He hums into your neck and holds you closer for a moment before collapsing onto the couch on top of you.
Surprisingly, his weight on top of you doesnât seem to phase you; instead it brings the same comfort as a weighted blanket.
After a few more minutes of you silently rubbing his back, Hyunjin begins to lazily press kisses onto your bruise covered chest, paying extra attention to your collarbones.Â
The kisses are soft and sweet, nothing like the lust coated ones from before.Â
âDid you mean it?â you ask him quietly.
He pauses his kisses only to answer you. âMean what?â He starts kissing you more.
âThat you asked Bang to work on the case.â
He chuckles against your neck, his hair tickling your skin. âOh, yeah. It took entirely too much convincing.â
You laugh with him and keep him close to your body.
In the back of your mind, you know you should get up, that he should pull out and the two of you should shower and drink water, but you canât seem to distance yourself from him.
Thereâs no harm in sitting there for a while anyway.
Hyunjin hums into your neck again, âThank god we have the week off.â
You couldnât agree more.
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pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
summary: Steve has been begging to take you on a date for weeks but you've said no every time because you think you're not pretty enough for him
warnings: reader is pictured as fem and has hair that can be pushed behind the ear, being insecure about acne, steve is a simp, they're coworkers, reader wears jewelry
wc: 1.1k
âWhy wonât you go out with me?â Steve asks, leaning against the driver side of your car so you canât get in the car without him moving. You were both on closing shift tonight so you walked to the parking lot together.
âI already told you, I just donât want to.â Itâs a lie. A big fucking lie. In fact, itâs your dream to go out on a date with Steve. Heâs handsome, sweet and has always been very nice to you but itâs your own insecurities holding you back.
Ever since puberty hit, youâve been struggling with acne. Youâve never once thought that other people with acne were any less beautiful but you just couldn��t get yourself to like how it looked on you, how the bumps and scars littered your face.Â
âThatâs bullshit. I know you like me. I just donât understand why you wonât go out with me,â he ponders.
âMy reasoning should be enough for you to back off.â You cross your arms on your chest, using them as some sort of barrier between you and him, hiding yourself.
âHave I done something to you for you to hate me?â
âNo, of course not.â
âThen go out with me.â
âNo,â you stand on your ground. âCan you please stop blocking my car so I can go home now?â
âNo.â And he stands on his. Heâs not giving up and you canât help but lowkey admire his ambition.
âNo?â You raise your eyebrow at him.
âGive me a real reason. Tell me honestly why you donât want to go out with me,â he demands and you sigh at that. You know he wonât leave you alone unless you actually tell him.Â
Steve prides himself in knowing you well enough to know when youâre lying. Couple months into working at the Family Video together he managed to spot the tells of you lying. He saw it every day first hand. They were always little white lies. Like when someone asked about a movie they wanted to rent out but you told them that it wasnât available at the moment. The truth was that it was, he checked, but you wanted to take it home yourself. But he noticed how you pushed hair behind your ear and then pulled it back out from behind it many times. He noticed how you fidgeted with your rings and bracelets or touched the necklace you never took off. He noticed.
You take a quick glance around to make sure that there are no people near enough to hear you confess your biggest insecurity to your coworker. Not that anyone would really care. But you do. Itâs something you donât really voice out loud and write in private into your diary at night when everyone is sleeping.
âAre you sure you want to go out with me?â
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât. What is this about?â His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks confused.
âDonât you find me, I donât know, ugly?â Your voice is now quieter, vulnerable.
Heâs taken aback. His words are almost choked up. âUgly? No, I find you really pretty actually. Why would I think that?â
âYouâre just saying that. You can be honest with me, Steve. My acne. Is it not making me unattractive or something?â
He pushes himself off your car and stands up straight. âI am being honest. I think youâre the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins.â
âYouâre lying.â
âIâm not! Your acne does not make you any less beautiful to me.â He takes a step closer into your space, his eyes remaining on yours. Itâs a little thing but you notice it. Most peopleâs attention is on the skin of your face but Steve is staring straight into your eyes, almost like heâs seeing into your soul. It makes you feel vulnerable.
Your heartbeat speeds up and you can feel your heart thumping loudly in your chest at his closeness. His hand comes up to your face and he pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âI want to take you out because I like you. I like spending time with you. I like how you make me laugh. I like how you fix my hair when you notice itâs messed up. I like how you lie to customers from time to time.â That pulls a smile from you. â I like how you look at me. Because I look at you the same way.â
âAre you serious?â
âAs death.â He places his hand over his heart.Â
âI don't feel pretty enough for you, Steve. There are so many girls whoâd do anything to be with you. You should be with someone who looks and feels as pretty as you are.â
âYou think Iâm pretty?â Thereâs a cocky smirk on his face.
âWas that all you heard?â You scrunch your face.
âNo. Iâm sorry. I was joking,â he chuckles nervously. âIf you donât feel âpretty enoughâ for me,â he uses air quotes, âI want to help you feel that you are. I want you to show you how beautiful I think you are. I want to take you out and show you off because you deserve it. You deserve to be treated like a princess because thatâs who you are.â
You almost tear up at his words. He seems to genuinely mean what he says and itâs quite literally pulling on your heartstrings. âReally?â
âReally. Let me take you out, please.â
âOkay.â Your voice is barely above a whisper but itâs enough for him to hear. The smile on his face is huge as he wraps his arms around you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. You laugh and hold onto him tightly.
âYes! You wonât regret it, I swear.âÂ
When he finally places you back on the ground, he keeps his arms around you, no space between you two as your bodies are pressed together.Â
His eyes dart to your lips. âCan I kiss you or is that like reserved for the first date?â
It pulls another smile from you. âIt is, but Iâll make an exception for you.â
Itâs all you need to say before he kisses you, a hand coming to rest on the side of your neck, fingers in your hair. Itâs gentle and sweet but oh so perfect.
âHow about tomorrow night? Weâre both off.â
âHow do you know my work schedule?â You narrow your eyes at him.
He shrugs, a mischievous smirk on his face.
âSo?â
âTomorrow works.â
He presses a small peck to your lips before pulling away and backing towards his own car. âIâll pick you up at 7 then.â
âSure.â
âSee you tomorrow, pretty girl.â His nickname for you causes your cheeks to heat up and you grin.
Maybe you shouldâve given into him and his relentless begging sooner.Â
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Haunted House
Ghost yan x ghost reader
TW: suicide mention
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It was with curiosity you stared out the window. A car had pulled up in the drive way. Through the car windows you sa two adults and three children in the backseat. Well, it was definitely not a maintenance company then. It always bothered you so when they came and meddled with your house; though it technically didnât belong to you anymore you still considered the building as you home, and prison.
You watched as the kids ran out of the vehicle to inspect the house. You had to admit, they were rather cute. Before you hadnât really thought about having kids and werenât sure if you ever would, but now you found yourself wondering if you would have made a good mother. One always ponder about the choices out of oneâs reach.
They seemed happy, the family of five. Perhaps you would be fine with them around.
âWhat are you thinking about, dear?â A voice interrupted your dazed thoughtfulness as your mood instantly soured.
âNothing so you can leave.â
The man behind you sighed. âDo you always have to act like this whenever Iâm around?â
You couldnât bring yourself to look back at him, fearing that the sight of him would send you into a frenzy. âI do when youâre the one who ruined my life.â
âRuined your life? We were happy together, in fact, I remember you telling me âI promise to love you even in deathâ but I guess that doesnât apply, not with the way you treat me.â
You nearly gasped at his audacity. The nerve some people had!
âWhat? Are you actually serious right now- you canât be? The way I treat you? You want to talk about the way I treat you? You killed me!â You shouted.
You had turned around now. Your eyes took in the handsome man you had once called the love of your life. Despite the hatred for true actions and pain he caused you, a small part of you still felt something when you looked at him. Maybe it was affection? Maybe it was the anguished feelings of a happy life that could have been? You werenât sure.
He stilled for a moment before speaking again. âI know, and I am sorry it had to go that way-â
âHad to? You werenât forced to do anything. At least take responsibility for your actions!â
âI wouldnât have had to do it if you had just stopped flirting with those other men.â It seemed like it was his turn to become angry. âDonât think I didnât see how you looked at them, how your eyes lit up when you saw someone you very clearly fancied.â
âOh my- weâve been over this a hundred times, they were just coworkers nothing more. Besides, they have wives and kids of their own!â
It didnât matter how much you insisted, your (ex)husband did not relent in his accusations.
âThat doesnât mean theyâll be loyal. You have no idea what a treasure you are, many would do anything to get to have you.â The man twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, entranced by your beauty.
âOh, like you, you mean?â You fired back.
âStop that.â He said. âI donât want to fight with you, weâve already done enough of that. I did what I had to do and nothing will ever change that. Now weâll be together for ever, even in death, just like we promised each other at the altar. I wouldnât have it any other way. I hope that one day you will understand how deep my feelings for you go and see things from my perspective. I love you, I really do.â He turned to leave you to your lonesome. Before he left, he told you one final thing, âNo one else will adore you as much as I, especially now considering no man will ever see you besides me. Youâre nothing more than a ghost after all.â
The tear threatening to escape earlier finally welled up. You cried and wiped your eyes with you cold, dead hand.
ââââââ
Just as you had imagined, the family did bring you a new sense of happiness. Whilst not exactly ideal, watching over(spyin on) the parents and the children made your days more fulfilled. They brought laughter and fun back into your undead life.
Unfortunately you werenât able to look out for them unless they stayed in the house. It was a real pain in the ass, not being able to leave the building. If you could, you would have left decades ago- much to your (ex)husband/ dismay. You suspected he was relieved to find that you were both confined to your place of death. It meant you couldnât leave him, which was his goal the entire time. He got what he wanted in the end.
After stabbing you out of jealousy, you died in his arms, crying and demanding answers to why he would hurt you. When you (surprisingly) woke up again, you were in the same position you had been when your life drained out of you. Your man was clutching you tight to his chest and he was stroking you hair. At first you had believed it was all a dream, then you thought you survived the whole thing. He was still petting your hair and rambling on how he loved you and how he would rather die than be separated from you. You hadnât expected him to be so literal.
You were shocked when you had pulled away from him, only to discover a second version of him lying unmovingly on the floor next to you. Then you noticed the pool of blood spilling out from his neck, and the knife he stabbed you with in his hand. With disbelief you glanced back at the âlivingâ version of him. He smiled somewhat solemnly at you as you took in his too-pale skin and the large scar he had on his throat.
You tried not to think about it too much. No matter what he did, you would never forgive him for taking your life away from you because of his irrational fear of you cheating on him. Well, it was impossible for you to leave or cheat on him now. You were the only ghosts in the house and didnât have the ability to take even a small step outside the front door.
Instead of spending your days avoiding him as usual, you now followed the family around the house. Mostly the children of course. They had the habit of getting into trouble whenever their parents werenât around. You had forgotten how many times you had saved them from tripping or bumping their heads. You were lucky you could touch things in the real world for a short second. You couldnât before so you assumed it was because you were a young and weak ghost back then.
The whole babysitting act also appeared to bother your husband, which you relished in. You remembered one day when he approached you after the family had left for the grocery store.
âDonât you think youâre spending an awful lot of time with those children?â
âI like them so I donât mind.â You answered and continued staring at the drawings they made that afternoon, right before begging called to get dressed and meet by the car.
âWell, I donât think itâs right for you to do the parents job.â He sneered.
Rolling your eyes, you said, âLike I said, I donât mind.â Your wanted to leave it at that but your (ex)husband had other plans.
âSweetie, I will be honest; I believe your getting too attached to this family, itâs not good.â
You sent a glare in his direction. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWhat I mean is I think you should let them be. Theyâll eventually move on whilst youâll be stuck here. I donât want you to get hurt.â
You scoffed at the audacity he had again. âA little late for that, donât you think? This is the only source of happiness I have, donât take anything more from me, please.â
âI donât make you happy, then?â He asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
You could look him in the eye, choosing silence. He grumbled something incoherent. After another long minute of silence, he sighed. He did that a lot these days, you thought.
âAlright, my love. Continue to look after these living people if it brings you joy, but remember, it wonât last forever. I will be here when youâre done.â
Once more he left you alone to look out the window. Despite your will to disagree, you knew he was right. These people- this family- they were all still alive. You were not. Your time was over, your life stolen from you. It was only a question of when theyâd leave. Until then, youâd be their guardian in this haunted house.
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could i request a continuation of lewis x assistant yn when damson idris flirts with her â¤ď¸â𩹠could be texts or a blurb whatever u like!!! it made me laugh so hard to picture george going first of all what âworkâ is yn doing 𤨠and lewis being like đđđ
authorâs note: i am very well aware that is giveon and not damson but please pretend it is <3 part of my dream girl universe and my 2k celebration! also there is an smau at the end :D
you only had one goal on your mind: to find damson idris and to not get flustered while pulling out your top pick up lines.
he was as elusive as he was handsome. showing up on the paddock occasionally while flocked by film crew, and almost always while you were busy in a rush. you prayed that he hadnât seen you on the day you hadnât brushed your hair and he just so happened to walk by you and smile in your general direction.
you had finished all of your work a day early, sending lewisâ emails and planning his day so that you would have a solid forty five minutes of seducing time. you had put on your favourite makeup look, styled your hair and even wore the skirt that made your legs look fantastic. it was go time.
you do a quick breath and teeth check as you walk towards him. heâs sitting on a couch, scrolling through his phone as you approach him.
âhi,â you say, as he looks up and you and smiles. âiâm yn, huge fan and not in the stalker way.â
âdamson.â he laughs as he shakes your hand and gestures for you to sit next to him. âso do you attend f1 games a lot? iâve been here for a while now and iâve never seen you. i feel like i definitely would have noticed someone like you.â
âsomeone like me?â
âyâknow, pretty.â he smiles bashfully. you resist the urge to giggle like a kid. that would obviously be very embarrassing.
âoh you think so?â you said, giggling. he nods, as you twirl a strand of hair around a finger. âbut iâm actually here because i work for-â
âlewis hamilton?â he interrupts, as he sits up.
âhow did you know?â you say before you turn around to see lewis headed your way. he gives damson a nod before turning to you.
âdamson,â lewis grins. âare you monopolising my assistant?â
âoh no. weâre just chatting.â
âbecause she sadly has a lot of work to do.â
âi do?â
âshe does?â george, who was eating a chicken salad in the corner chimes in. âsince when does yn do work.â
âexcuse me? iâve always worked.â you raise an eyebrow. âbeen working since i was sixteen and iâve been working for lewis since i was eighteen.â
âlegally perhaps but iâve never seen you work.â george gives you a pointed look and takes a bite of his dry salad. âyouâre always in peopleâs business or watching netflix or playing with roscoe.â
âdo you see the air? no, but itâs still there isnât it?â you roll your eyes. âalso playing with roscoe is actually part of my job dumbass-â
âspeaking of things that are still there,â lewis interrupts you as you glare at george. âyou still have to get roscoeâs snacks.â
âi bought three extra bags just yesterday?â
âwell. he finished them.â
âoh for goodness sake,â you sigh as you get up. âyou spoil that dog.â
âyou just bought matching gold bracelets with him a week ago and expensed it on my card.â
âiâm sorry about this damson.â you say, ignoring lewis. âduty calls, iâll see you later.â
âdefinitely.â he winks as you giggle.
((you realise that you didnât even get a chance to use the pickup lines so you make george rank them out of 10. he gives them all a 0 and you try and bribe carmen to make him sleep on the couch. itâs unsuccessful but he pays for the two of you to have lunch together, so you count it as a win anyways.))
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user1: OMGGGGGG POWER COUPLE
user2: more roscoe posts.. weâre BACK!!
*liked by yourusername.*
user3: yn i love uuu
-> yourusername: i looveee uuu user3
-> user3: just fell to my knees in walmart.
user5: snowfall reference YASSS
user6: since when was yn and damson dating?
-> user7: better question is⌠do they need a third?
user8: so lewisyn is no more???
-> yourusername: that man is my boss x
georgerussell63: so this is the work u needed to do? hmm.
-> user9: MESSY ASS đ
-> user10: what do u mean by thatâŚ. đ¤¨
-> user11: give us the tea or leave it on the playground mr russell.
lewishamilton: yn did u get my text message?
-> yourusername: yes and i sorted it out no worries đ
-> user12: heâs jealous đ
-> user13: ik he mad rn đšđš
lilymhe: pretty girl đ
-> yourusername: miss u lil :((
-> lilymhe: imy too babe itâs been years đ˘
-> alex_albon: ur sitting right next to each other??
oscarpiastri: you look pretty.
-> yourusername: so i look ugly and grotesque normally?
-> oscarpiastri: you know what i mean.
-> oscarynnie: WE WON!!!!
damsonidris: lovely to meet you yn, iâll see you on the paddock very soon :)
-> yourusername: looking forward to it đđ
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