#i feel like I'm in high school and he's my crush
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Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter he does a thing like this. Ugh I love him so much! **Squeals like I'm in high school and he's my crush**
The baby chicken energy đŁ
#pedro pascalïżŒ#just the most babygirl baby chicken ever#i love him so much#i feel like I'm in high school and he's my crush#i get all giddy when i see him#he's so cute#how can you not love him?!#an actual cinnamon roll#such a sweetheart#fangirling#gah he's so pretty#I love that shirt on him#blue is a great color on him#excuse me sir#SIR!!!#do you have any idea how adorable you are#can i put my hands on you please#i want to give him all the hugs!#that hair#PERFECTION#please let me love you#he's so charming#he makes me feel so many things#i cant handle this#well there go my ovaries#didn't need them anyway#hnnnggg#gaaahhh#look at that beautiful human#jose pedro balmaceda pascal
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i have dodged a bullet
#so after my walk i was checking on my gym pokémon in pokémon go#and i noticed that some new pokémon had been added to one after i'd added mine an hour or so ago...#so i looked at their trainers' usernames bc i'm nosy#and#it's *undoubtedly* the guy i had a huge crush on in high school (and he knew lol)#his wife#and his wife's best friend#not even ten minutes after i'd left#fffffff#we may not have recognized each other even if we'd passed each other but still#i feel like i went through a near-death experience without even realizing it lmao
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I love blonde guys with baggage
#fuuuck I love blondes#Ever since my first big crush was a blond#The way he was my childhood friend... And if I kept studying in the same high school we WOULDVE hooked up#Now he's a anti LGBT and a lawyer ajsjdj but whatever#I'm watching skip to loafer!!!!#So cute and I'm understand so much of the Japanese;!!! Guys I feel like I'm finally improving!!!
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Just started reading Loveless by Alice Oseman and gosh I hate societal pressure/expectations.
I had my first kiss at 19 and I was late with being interested in romance (&then really got into it) but I never felt so forced to kiss someone etc as the main character does. It's horrible. I just want to hug her and say it's okay. Not having kissed at 18 is okay. Never kissing anyone is okay. Romance and sex isn't something everyone is equally interested in and that's okay.
#Carolien reads stuff#Loveless#Alice Oseman#I mean i did sorta force myself to think about who i had a crush on out of all my classmates i guess#But mostly I'm so glad i didn't have a relationship in primary or secondary school cause i was in no way ready or interested enough in anyon#and we were all so immature#I mean i got into a relationship like the first month of uni but i was 19 and he's older and we were friends first and idk i just can't rea#really imagine having a good relationship with anyone at high school like that but idk#asexuality#aromanticism#Fucking society grrr#I'm only on page 35#This is why education about asexuality and aromanticism is so important#Even if you're not ace or aro it just gives more room to breathe i feel like
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TELL ME WHY I HAD A DREAM ABOUT MY EX WHERE WE WERE STUCK AT MY OLD SCHOOL IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND WE HID IN THE CHERRY TREES IN THE BACKYARD OF THE SCHOOL AND THEN WE PRETENDED TO BE ZOMBIES BY THE SWINGS TO GET AWAY AND THEN HE WENT INSIDE AND OUT ANOTHER SIDE FOR SOME REASON WITH A ZOMBIE BITING INTO A FAKE HAND HE RANDOMLY HAD AND THEN HE TOOK IT OFF AND REALIZED HIS ACTUAL HAND WAS GONE AND I HAD TO LEAVE HIM BEHIND
WE BROKE UP ALMOST 2 YEARS AGO I LIKE SOMEONE ELSE NOW WHY AM I SADđ
#LIKE BRO IK WE'RE STILL FRIENDS ISH BUT LEAVE ME ALONE#I DON'T WANT YOU#YOU'RE THE REASON I REFRESH ON THOSE âuse this soundâ VIDEOS ABOUT YOUR EX COMING BACK#anyway I stayed home from school cuz I had a bad headrush after my showerâïž#journal#lol help#text post#life update#high school#I should ask my crush to call me tonight#I like calling him when I'm sick#he makes me feel better#NOT ZOMBIE DREAM GUY THO#HE CHEATED ON HIS LAST GF#(if you know me no you don't)
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last night i dreamt that i married my high school crush
#idk if i can say it was a nice dream because 1. i don't like him anymore and i know nothing about him now#2. it was like an arranged marriage#3. HE DIDN'T LOOK LIKE MY HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH#4. he saw me before the ceremony and i hadn't like put on clothes like i was in my pajamas without having showered before#but he looked at me and he liked me anyways for. some reason#and i was thinking in my dream ''damn what would 13/14 yo think if i told her she's going to marry her crush''#and they had prepared a ceremony with yellow flowers and played flores amarillas by floricienta đđ#if you're latin american you'll know this song#but it was a really weird dream i'm still thinking about at night#it was so weird and no i don't have a pleasant feeling it's weird#lisa speaks
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â rivals... in love?
- gojo satoru x reader
gojo is in shamblesâso suguru might have a crush on you too?
genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff
note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
No way. There is just no way.
Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.
âGeto-san, thatâs so funny!â
With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.
Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flamesâthat was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!
"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."
And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. âNah, wait until you see thisââ
"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.
It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazinesâSatoru had deemed it as such.
âŠRight?
At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasnât shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.
And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?
Heh, no one.
(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, âSuguru!â)
âSo what's with the nice act, huh?â Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. âDo you like her or something?â
Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. âWhat?â
âDonât play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,â and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, âWait till you see this~â
Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. âCome on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chattingââ
âNot that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?â
It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him thenâ
âHeh, so what if I am?â
That's the wrong answer.
Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"
âSheâs a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,â Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. âOnly a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just mightââ
âWhaâhey!? Thatâs totally foulâ!â
âNah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isnât it?â
By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boostâyou favored him first.
This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...
Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.
Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.
And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.
"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"
You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you justâ"
"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."
"Who are you talkiâ"
"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"
You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.
âFirst, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?â
"Gojo, I don't have the timeâ"
"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"
"You're unbelievâ"
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"
"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."
You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."
"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"
He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."
How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.
"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy richâ"
At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"
Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:
"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."
Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.
It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...
Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lipsâthat somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"
But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."
His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"
"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."
Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?
And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.
Epilogue
In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"
Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."
"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."
"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."
Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Ohâoh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"
"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"
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Feeling giddy like it did at 16 but then also wanting to cry at the same time because of what happened to her and me in my relationships up til now is such a strange and heavy feeling
#so excited so gleeful I haven't felt this way in so long#the way she was crush over and over by the same boy in high school#the way my last relationship just wasn't perfect and how these feelings weren't this strong then even tho I so badly wanted it to be him#he was so closed off and I loved him but it led to me holding back a lot#and to receive what I so desperately would have loved from him from someone else who I do dearly like#just kinda... hurts y'a know??#I'm happy I'm so clearly excited to feel like a teenager again and have to put in effort to walk back to my door instead of running but :(
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christmas puppy
đ staring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader
đź preview. âGod, youâre so jealous,â you laugh. Your best friendâs brother doesnât usually act this way, at his frat, everyone knows youâre his, no one would dare come near you- but here, in your hometown, surrounded by past crushes and would be romancables, itâs open season, and itâs clear that itâs making Jaehyun uncomfortable.
tw/cw. multiple sex scenes, airplane sex, best friend's brother Jae touching reader while his sister is drunk/asleep next to them, fingering, multiple orgasms, phone sex, dirty talk, praise, slight stalking/use of snapmaps to obsess over a crush, jealousy, unprotected sex, Jae is a munch, sibling antics, 'loser' jae, exhibitionism, directed masturbation, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) angel. (his) puppy.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11k
đ aus. uni/frat au, best friend's brother Jae, boy next door Jae, Christmas, secret romance, established relationship, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. It's the way I'm kind of in love with him, he's so stupidly soft
Prologue
âWe really shouldnât be doing this,â you groan as your best friendâs brother slips his hand under your shirt, pressing you tighter against the door of his frathouse bedroom.
âYouâre right,â Jaehyun concedes, but his lips continue their fevered pace against your throat, and his thumb brushes by your nipple, making you moan louder.
âYour sister-â
âNever has to know,â he finishes for you.
He pinches your nipple gently and it has you whining, your panties growing wetter by the second. But itâs only a brief distraction before your mind is spinning again. âWe need to stop,â you say, but in the same sentence, you reach between your bodies to palm Jaehyunâs cock through his jeans.
âWe can stop,â Jaehyun nods, finally pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes. âTell me to stop.â
You stare at the prettiest man youâve ever seen. The man you grew up with. The older brother of your best friend, the boy next door. Heâd been at the center of all your fantasies in high school- but youâd never thought youâd actually end up in this situation with him⊠repeatedly.Â
You canât say no, and you both know it.
Jaehyun smirks, a pretty dimple on display, and then heâs smashing his lips to yours. His hands wrap around your waist, and he tosses you onto his bed. By the time heâs kissed down your body and lifted up your skirt, all your objections have dissipated from your mind.
Thereâs only you and Jaehyun, and right now, thatâs all that matters.
One
âIâm literally dying to see you,â Nari grins the moment you open Facetime.
You laugh, setting your textbook aside. âYouâre seeing me now.â
âDonât be like that,â Nari rolls her eyes. âYou know what I mean. Christmas! Just a few more exams, and by this time two weeks from now, weâll be making cookies and Christmas shopping and watching movies and hitting on cute boys at the skating rink-â
You smile at the thought, although your heart picks up speed at the mention of boys.
âI hear Mark Lee is going to be home for Christmas, and so is his cousin Jeno- Iâm thinking, if we play our cards right, maybe we can swing a double date, or we could invite them to my family Christmas party and see what happens under the mistletoe!â Nari continues.  Â
âAre you still crushing on Mark?â you laugh, shocked that her infatuation with her old high school crush is still alive and well despite going to a different uni than the resident hockey prodigy.
âOf course!â Nariâs expression falls. âWait, arenât you still into Jeno?â
âHonestly?â You take a deep breath. âWeâve done a whole term at our new universities, and I feel like it would be better for me to find someone here. Long distance isnât my thing.â
âWell, in that case⊠I suppose I can talk to my brother and have him set you up with one of his frat friends,â - the thought of Jaehyun setting you up with anyone other than himself is almost comical, and you have to fight the laugh that bubbles inside of you - âactually, that brings me to the reason I called! I know you and Jae were going to leave to fly home around the same time, but it turns out you booked the same flight- what are the odds huh?â
Your heart skips a beat again. You hadnât thought much of telling Jaehyun your flight time three nights ago after heâd fucked you stupid- hadnât realized there might be an ulterior motive to his question.Â
Of course heâd get the same flight as you.
Youâve been sleeping together for just over two months now, and the fratboy always has a way of ending up in the same room as you- although, heâd been using Snapchat maps to do it originally.Â
The man is obsessed- and you kind of love it.
Youâd mentioned wanting to join the mile-high club to him the fourth time youâd hooked up, when youâd discussed sex bucket lists, but youâd never imagined he would remember it- or try to put it into practice.
âAnyways, I know you two arenât close,â Nari explains, âbut I thought you might want to coordinate with him, and when you land, I can pick you both up from the airport, save your mom a trip.â
You swallow thickly before nodding. âThat would be nice.âÂ
It would be nice⊠but it wonât be easy.
Youâre shocked youâve even kept your little secret this long, and youâre dreading what it will be like once youâre in person with your best friend. Hiding the fact that youâre fucking her brother while at uni with him is one thing, doing it in front of Nari will be another.Â
Two
âI know whatâs making you tense,â Jaehyun says, pulling his face from between your thighs and straightening to stare down at you.
âExam season?â you suggest, mind half occupied with the final you have tomorrow.
âYouâve had big tests before and itâs never taken this long to make you cum,â Jaehyun scoffs. âNot that I mind, of course,â he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips, adjusting on top of you while his cock slides between your wet pussy lips, teasing you. âYouâre worried about seeing Nari.â
âAre you seriously going to talk about her while you put your cock in me?â you laugh, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
âIâm not inside you yet,â he grins, pausing his grinding movements.Â
âAnd I hate that youâre not,â you groan, your core still throbbing from the orgasm heâd just given you with his tongue.
âBe for real with me for a moment,â Jaehyun urges, leaning down to press his lips to your throat. âIs it really the worst thing in the world if Nari finds out about us?â
âPuppy-â
âItâs been two months. Weâve been fucking for two months, angel. I know you donât like to use official terms but come on⊠you know what we are to each other. Isnât Christmas the best time to tell everyone?â
âTell them what? That weâre fucking?â
âDonât make me use the G word, because I will,â he warns.
âThe G word?â you fake innocence.
With a low groan, Jaehyun pushes his cock into you. âChristmas is the best time to tell everyone that youâre my girlfriend.â
âIs that what I am?â you tease, although your stomach erupts in butterflies at the notion.Â
Jaehyun tangles his fingers with yours, pressing them against the pillows while he begins to thrust into you. âUh huh.â
âYouâre so soft, puppy.â
âIâm actually really hard,â he smirks, looking down at you with mischievous eyes. âNo one makes me hard like you do.â
You laugh. âHow romantic.â
âLook-â he swallows thickly, holding your hands tighter while rutting into you, âweâre flying home together- Nari might guess it even if we donât tell her.â
âIf you look at me the way youâre looking at me right now, it will be kind of obvious,â you admit.Â
Jaehyun has taken to staring at you like a lovesick puppy, and your new uni friends are the first ones who pointed it out to you. At the time, youâd assumed they were being crazy- when youâd first started fucking Jaehyun, youâd thought heâd always just be your best friendâs hot older brother. Youâd had no way of ever anticipating that heâd fall for you as hard as he has.
âSo we should just tell her,â Jaehyun suggests.
âWhat if I want to keep you as my dirty little secret?â you sigh. âJust for a bit longer.â
You can feel his hot breath against your face, can see that heâs not happy with the idea, but he nods anyway. âWhatever you want, angel.â
âThank you, puppy.â
Lifting your head off the pillows, you press your lips to Jaehyunâs, and thatâs the last you have to say on the matter before getting lost in him.
Three
âFuck, angel,â Jaehyun groans, digging his fingers into your thighs while your panting and muffled moans fill the small airplane bathroom, âI donât know how Iâm going to go five days without this.â
You can only groan against his palm, eyes rolling into the back of your head while he fucks you harder. Your own fingers work your clit, and your pussy is clinging desperately to his cock.
Youâre already on the edge- Jae had been teasing you under your blanket at your seats, and the exhibitionism of this whole situation has your heart racing a million beats a minute.Â
âIâm sure we can find some time for a few quickies, right?â Jaehyun asks, and you can hear the desperation in his voice. âMy sister isnât going to hog you the whole time-â
You open your eyes, giving Jaehyun a warning look. Itâs cute that heâs so worried about his sister- but you hate when he brings her up while balls deep inside your wet pussy- your orgasm so close you can almost taste it-
âFuck, yeah, youâre right- shit,â Jaehyun gives his head a small shake. âWeâll make this work,â he insists, taking his hand from your mouth so he can crash his lips to your own, fucking you even harder.
Itâs a wonder that the whole airplane isnât rocking with the intensity of his thrusts, and you nearly have a heart attack when the plane hits turbulence just as you both cum.
You cling to each other, shaking with emotion as the small bathroom jolts and rumbles.
The plane steadies out and Jaehyun smiles into your kiss, laughing a little at the way youâd both reacted.
âWe should get back to our seats,â he whispers.
âYou go out first, Iâll be there in a sec,â you nod, allowing him to help you back onto your feet.
Your legs feel like jelly, and with one final press of his lips to your own, Jaehyun pulls up his sweats and then slips out of the airplane bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and anxieties.Â
Four
âSeriously, I should be pulling my own bag,â you say for the third time since Jaehyun had lifted your luggage off the carousel.Â
âYouâve got a bag,â he grins, eying the duffle over your shoulder.
âWhen Nari sees this, sheâs going to know something is up.â
âMaybe sheâll think Iâm just being a good brother,â Jaehyun points out. âBesides, she wonât know I pulled your bag through the airport. Sheâll just show up with her car, and watch me put your stuff in the trunk. Thatâs not so bad, is it?â
You suppose heâs right, but your nerves are getting the better of you.
Itâs hard to stand so close to Jaehyun without latching onto his side. Itâs cold out too, and your jacket is fine, but you know Jaehyun is warmer- know that if you were to sneak your hands under his parka and touch his perfect abs, youâd heat up in no time-
âThere she is,â Jaehyun tells you, eying the line of cars waiting to pull up for a brief stop in front of the terminal.
Nari has brought her family Range Rover, and soon the boxy SUV is coming to a stop in front of you. Your best friend jumps out of the driverâs seat, running around the large car to throw her arms around you.
She belts out your name as she embraces you, the fur hood of her jacket tickling your nose. You canât help but smile, melting into the hug.Â
âI canât believe youâre finally here!â Nari grins, pulling away to get a good look at you. âItâs been way too long, babes!â
You hear a small scoff, and you turn to see Jaehyun already busy at work putting your luggage in the back of the SUV.
âI missed you too, Jae,â Nari calls. âBut this is my best friend, excuse me for welcoming her first.â
âI didnât say anything,â the dimpled frat boy smirks, and youâre struck by the beauty of Jeong genes. Both siblings have perfect black hair, perfect little dimples that pop out when they smile, and perfect brown eyes that are always full of admiration when they look at someone they care about.
After one more small squeeze, Nari bounds over to her brother. You watch as Jaehyun lifts her from the ground, spinning your best friend around while she squeals with delight.Â
âJeeze, Jae,â Nari gasps when sheâs set on her feet again, âhave you been bulking again? Youâre fucking huge!â
You want to groan at the statement, because itâs so true.Â
Jaehyun had always been attractive, but then heâd gone to uni, joined the football team- and now, heâs as sexy as ever. His shoulders are broad, his chest sculpted by the gods, his arms all beefy and thick and always ready to throw you onto his bed-
The pretty fratboy notices you staring, and he flashes you a wink over his sisterâs shoulder. You break eye contact, staring down at the pavement.Â
âWas the flight okay?â Nari asks, coming over to join you again.Â
âWe hit a bit of turbulence,â Jaehyun answers smoothly. âBut Iâd say it was a good trip.â
Your skin heats at the memory of him railing you less than an hour ago. You wonder if your panties are wet from watching him be the hottest man youâve ever seen- or from his cum still dripping out of you.
It feels dirty- but exhilarating at the same time. Jaeâs your sinful little secret, and despite the wish that he didnât have to be, itâs part of the fun.
âYou seem off, babes,â Nari says, reaching over to touch your arm. âAre you okay?â
âJust tired.â You smile softly. âDidnât sleep much on the plane.â
âWell, when we get home, I can make us some espresso martinis,â Nari winks.Â
Before you can say anything else, a car honks behind you, making you jump.Â
âWe should get going,â Jaehyun says, reaching for the door to the driverâs passenger seat. âDonât want to hold up the line.â
Instead of entering the car himself, Jaehyun looks at you pointedly. When you furrow your brows with confusion, he makes a small motion with his head, a motion that says âget in.â
While Nari hurries around the front of the car, you step closer to her brother. âYouâre opening car doors for me now?â
âJust being chivalrous,â he grins.
You can feel his breath against your face, can see it in the cold air- heâs so close, his lips all perfect and pink and plump-
âGet in bitches, weâre going home!â Nari yells as she hops into the car.
And just like that, the spell is broken. You tear yourself away from Jaehyun, getting into the SUV while he closes the door behind you, taking his own seat in the back.
âOkay, so I know youâre only here for five days, but we still have to do all our Christmas traditions,â Nari says as she carefully pulls out of the terminal line.Â
âAll of them?â you squeak. Youâd figured youâd do a few of the things youâve been doing with Nari since high school, but the idea that youâll do all of them? âDo we have the time?â
âWell, if we start tonight with a girls' night, we can bake cookies, have a sleepover, watch some Christmas movies, have our espresso martinis- and then tomorrow we can go skating. Iâm pretty sure the Lee boys will be there, I bumped into Mark yesterday and he said he has to be on the ice every day, even during his break-â
âYouâre still into Mark, huh?â Jaehyun laughs, leaning forward from the backseat to join the conversation.
âOf course.â Nari flips a long, dark, silky smooth strand of hair over her shoulder, eying her brother through the rearview mirror. âHeâs literally adorable.â
âSure he is,â her brother scoffs.
âAnyways, as I was saying,â Nari grabs your thigh, squeezing gently, âMark said Jeno was flying in- I think last night? So if we go skating tomorrow, we could probably see them both, maybe get apple cider from the parking lot food truck together after a cute little double date-â
âDouble date?â You can feel Jaehyunâs breath against your neck. âSince when are you both into Leeâs?â
âSince when are you joining in on girl talk?â Nari fires back at her brother. âCanât you let us plan in peace?â
âI told you Iâm not into Jeno anymore,â you say quietly, feeling your skin prickle under Jaehyunâs hard gaze as you address his sister.Â
âYeah, your whole long-distance thing- well, who says this has to be a relationship? We can have a bit of fun, canât we?â
You and Jaehyun both sigh, and you hear the fratboy sit back in his seat, clearly exasperated.
âThis is what happens when you join girl talk, Jae,â Nari scolds her brother. âIf you donât want to hear the juicy details, put some headphones on.â
âIâm fine with juicy details,â Jaehyun notes, âI just donât like hearing about your random hook-up plans.â
âAs if you wouldnât hit on Irene if you saw her around town while youâre here,â Nari points out.
âIrene?â You perk up at the mention of the girl who used to be the cheerleading captain at your high school. Sheâs a year older than you, one year younger than Jaehyun- You swivel in your seat to address the man youâve been sleeping with for two months. âYou have a crush on Irene?â
âOh my god, have you never heard this?â Nari practically wiggles in excitement. âJaehyun was obsessed with her. Like- truly obsessed.â
âI was not-â
âYou a hundred percent were!â Nari insists. âWhen Jaeâs obsessed, he does this thing where he low key stalks the girl- like, looks at her location on Snapmaps and then just âhappensâ to end up in the same place and bump into her-â
Your skin tingles. Youâd known Jaehyun had used that tactic on you, but you hadnât realized that it was a common theme of obsession for him.Â
When you sneak a look over your shoulder at the fratboy, you find his entire face has turned pink. âNari, stop-â he groans.
âIâll stop if you stop,â his sister fires back.
âFine, yeah, I wonât say anything,â Jaehyun sighs.
âGood!â Nari grins in triumph. âSo as I was saying- if we do skating tomorrow, and make gingerbread houses the next day, we can get most of our traditions done before the Christmas eve party.â
âYou know what?â You take a breath as the car comes to a stop at a red light. âIt sounds like you have this whole thing planned, so letâs just do it. Whatever you want.â
âReally!?â Nari beams, turning to look at you.
âUh huh,â you nod. âWhatever you want.â
âEeee!â your best friend throws her arms around you, leaning over the middle panel to hug you tight.
âNari, the road!â Jaehyun yells, hand grabbing at the shoulder of your seat.
âRight-â Nari pulls away from you, turning her attention back to driving. The light is green now, and she hits the gas just as the person behind you begins to honk. âIâm just so excited- girls' night!â
âMore like girls' week,â Jaehyun sighs from behind you.
âAnd what about it!?â Nari grins. âBabes,â her attention shifts to you again, âwe should do takeout tonight. I know your mom is probably going to cook, but Iâve been missing our pho place for literal months-â
Jaehyun perks up behind you. âThe pho place down on Wayfare?âÂ
âAs if thereâs any other pho place,â Nari sasses.
âShit, I could go for some of that too.â
âThen get it yourself, weâre discussing girlâs night, Jae. Youâre not invited.â
You canât help but grin to yourself at their bickering.Â
Soon youâre pulling up in front of your houses. When Jaehyun takes your luggage out of the back, you grab the handle, offering him a small smile. âThanks for this, I can take it from here.â
âHave fun tonight,â he tells you.
âWith your sister? Always.âÂ
Five
You havenât been on skates since last Christmas, and stepping onto the ice makes you wobbly. Nari grabs onto your arm, giggling at your antics.Â
âDonât make fun of me,â you tell her, although youâre grinning at your own ineptitude as well.
âIâm not,â she insists. âYouâre adorable. Jenoâs gonna love this, it will give him an excuse to come hold your hand.â
âJesus, I already told you I donât want Jeno-âÂ
As the words escape your mouth, you catch sight of the Lee cousins. Mark is wearing blue jeans, a red crewneck and a beanie, his cheeks flushed. Heâs grinning at the man next to him, the Lee Jeno in question.
Your sentence gets caught in your throat, because damn, even from across the rink, Jeno looks good. Unlike his colorful cousin, Jeno is in full black. Joggers and a hoodie, but even through the thick fabrics, the broad set of his shoulders is undeniable.Â
Had everyone gotten hotter in the past few months?Â
âWhere did you say Jeno ended up going to uni again?â you ask.
Nari grins knowingly. âHe went down south somewhere, a lacrosse scholarship, remember?â
Jeno had been a lean jock type in high school, but now, he looks like certified Angus beef, and you want to take a bite.Â
You might call Jaehyun puppy these days, but if anyone embodies some good labrador retriever energy, itâs the two cousins who catch your eye and come skating over.Â
Your heart begins to thunder in your rib cage, and suddenly, the winter jacket youâre wearing feels much too hot and heavy- or maybe thatâs just you.
âLook what the cat dragged in,â Nari beams, looking Mark up and down. âDidnât think Iâd see you again so soon.â
The hockey player gives your best friend a look, âI mean, I did tell you Iâd be here every day, didnât I?âÂ
You can see Nari begin to flounder next to you. âShe mentioned Jeno would be in town, so I insisted we come today,â you say smoothly, catching the younger Leeâs eye. âI guess I was wondering how your lacrosse scholarship was going.â
âYeah?â Jeno grins. âI can tell you all about it.â He holds his arm out to you, and with one final smile to Nari, you accept his offer, wobbling a little as you join Jeno and begin to skate around the rink. âWhere should I start?â
âWherever you want, I donât know much about lacrosse.â
âWellâŠâ Jeno takes a deep breath, and then he launches into a rundown of his team's wins and losses, giving all sorts of details and using lingo that you can hardly keep track of. Itâs the most you can do to watch your footing and not slip while latched onto his large bicep.
In the periphery, you can hear Nari and Mark chatting behind you. Youâre happy sheâs finally getting some time with her crush, even if it means you have to take one for the team and entertain Jeno⊠although, heâs doing a pretty good job entertaining himself.
âAnyways,â Jeno sighs, âenough about me, how has your first term been treating you?â
âItâs been great!â you smile. âI love my classes, my teachers are very good at what they do-â
âHow about your personal life? New friends, boyfriends-â Jeno trails off.
You find yourself giggling. âWow, Jeno, that was smooth.â
His ears turn pink, and he adjusts your hand on his arm, pulling you closer. âIâll take that as a no?â
âYou should take it as a⊠itâs complicated.â
âMost things are,â Jeno nods. âBut they donât have to be.â
âThey donât?â
âSometimes it can be as simple as I think youâre hot, you think Iâm hot, lets see what happens.âÂ
âIs that what you want?â you ask. âTo see what happens between us?â
âIâm definitely curious about it⊠and I feel like you are too.â
You open your mouth to say something, and thatâs when you catch sight of Jaehyun. Heâs leaning by the opening to the rink, arms crossed over his chest. The white cardigan he has on was a Christmas present from his mother last year, and his jeans are black. He looks extremely striking, as always, and heâs staring right at you, a smirk on his lips.
âI uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, considering letting go of Jenoâs arm-
Behind you, Markâs voice gets louder. âYou really think you can skate faster than me?â
âWe should race,â Nari insists.
âYouâre so on.âÂ
A moment later, the two are whipping by you and Jeno, giggling like children. The distraction makes Jeno perk up, and you feel his muscles flex under your fingers.
âYou should join them,â you suggest, seeing it as your only easy way out of this situation.
âAre you sure? Wonât you fall?â
âIâll be okay,â you insist. âSeriously, I know you want to.â
âYouâre the best,â Jeno grins. And then he does something you never would have expected him to do. He leans down and presses his lips to your cheek.
As suddenly as heâd made his move, heâs darting off, and youâre left shocked in his wake.
You freeze where you are, and then you begin to wobble. Your skates slip on the ice and your arms fly out, trying to help you balance-
But itâs no use, after a few seconds of sliding around, you begin to fall backward-
Strong arms catch you, and you find yourself clutched to Jaehyunâs chest while he looks down at you. âHey, Angel.â
âPuppy-â you gasp, clinging tightly to his woven cardigan.Â
He helps you straighten, only to pull you tighter to his body, leaning forward so his lips brush by your ear when he says, âI wanna kiss you so fucking bad.âÂ
âJae-â
âItâs only fair, isnât it? Jeno just got to kiss your cheek, why canât I?â
âWe canât do this here-â
âYouâre right,â he nods, pulling away from you, âlet's go somewhere private.â
Your whole body is alight with tingling energy. Youâre drawn to Jaehyun like a moth to a flame, and it takes every ounce of your self-control to pull away from him- although, you latch onto his arm a moment later when you begin to slip again.
âPuppy,â you say in a hushed tone, âwe talked about this.â
âWe never talked about Jeno flirting with you in front of me,â Jaehyun points out, beginning to lead you toward the wall of the ice rink where youâll be able to grab the ledge for support.Â
âIâm sorry about that.â
âItâs not your fault. He has to learn his place.â
âGod, youâre so jealous,â you laugh. Your best friendâs brother doesnât usually act this way, at his frat, everyone knows youâre his, no one would dare come near you- but here, in your hometown, surrounded by past crushes and would be romancables, itâs open season, and itâs clear that itâs making Jaehyun uncomfortable.Â
âIâm protective,â he corrects you.Â
You make it to the edge of the rink and you grab onto the side, steadying yourself and turning to look out at the ice. Mark is easy to spot in his red crewneck, making a fast lap with Nari and Jeno quick on his heels. God, youâd really held them all up with your wobbly skating.
âThey look like theyâre having fun,â Jaehyun notes, following your gaze.
âYeah, Nariâs always been good on the ice.â
Jaehyun laughs. âThatâs what five years of figure skating will do to you.âÂ
âI wouldnât be able to stand it, my feet are already hurting from these skates and I just got here.âÂ
âI could always offer to take you home, we could get some alone time.â Jaehyun moves closer to you, and it takes everything for you to not lean against his shoulder.Â
âIâd love to, but-â
âBut this is girlâs time,â he finishes your sentence for you.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be,â Jaehyun sighs. âNari has missed you. I donât blame her for that.â
A minute later, your best friend stops in front of you with the Lee boys in tow. âReady for another go around the rink?â she asks.
âIâm just slowing you guys down, maybe I should just⊠stand here,â you suggest.
âIâll keep her company,â Jaehyun smiles, and you donât miss the way his eyes shift to Jeno, who straightens under his gaze.Â
âOr we could go grab some apple cider from the food truck,â Jeno pipes up. âMark and I have been here a while, Iâm done with skating if you are.âÂ
Nari looks at you, then at Mark, then to Jeno- youâre not really sure how to respond yourself.
âApple cider sounds perfect right now,â Jaehyun says smoothly. âIt will be my treat. But hey, Nari, I know you love skating, how about you stick around here with Mark for a while? Looked like you two were enjoying yourselves.â
âUh⊠I mean, if thatâs okay with you?â Nari reaches out for your hand. âWeâll do a few more laps then we can come join?â
âWhatever you want,â you nod, squeezing her fingers gently.Â
âOkay, well,â a grin appears on her face and she sneaks a glance at Mark before looking at you and her brother again, âI guess weâll meet you in the parking lot.â
As she and the hockey player dart away, you push off from the wall, only to begin wobbling. Two sets of steady hands grab your arms and you find yourself squished between Jeno and Jaehyun.
âEasy there, angel,â Jaehyun breathes.
Jeno tightens his grip on you but doesnât say anything, and they help you off the ice.Â
You can feel the tension in the air, and it only gets thicker as you try to find somewhere to sit to take off your skates amongst the young families all lacing up to get in the rink. Itâs Jaehyun who nabs you a seat, insisting youâre the first to get your skates off. But he doesnât stop there, as you struggle with the tight knots, Jaehyun gets down on a knee, brushing your hands aside.
âLooks like Nari did these up for you, huh?â he muses with a grin on his face.
âYeah, something about tight laces for ankle safety,â you huff, leaning back and allowing him to do the work.
Jaehyun opens his mouth to respond to you, but Jeno beats him to it. âSo you two are pretty close, huh?â
You exchange a look with your best friendâs brother. âWell, I mean- we grew up together,â you point out.
âRight, neighbors, I forgot about that.â Jeno nods to himself. âAnd youâre at the same uni now?â
âYup,â Jaehyun says flatly, pulling your first skate off while you let out a sigh of relief.Â
âSee much of each other?â the lacrosse player asks.Â
âIn passing,â you lie, and it makes Jaehyun smirk to himself as he continues to your second skate.Â
Jeno doesnât question you further, and as soon as youâre free of the torture devices that had been strapped to your feet, you dart to the skate counter to retrieve your shoes, leaving the two alpha males to their own devices.Â
When Jaehyun and Jeno find you again, theyâre chatting easier now- some shared love for a sports team. It allows you some reprieve as you all head outside and get in line at the food truck.Â
Itâs odd to be in a situation like this. Two gorgeous, beefy, tall men on either side of you- this would have been a dream of yours back in high school, but now, it falls oddly flat.Â
Mark and Nari join you by the time you make it to the front of the line, and Jaehyun buys a round of apple ciders despite the Lee cousins protesting. âItâs the least I could do for the guys who entertained these two goofballs before I showed up,â Jaehyun insists, nudging his sister playfully.
The conversation quickly returns to sports, and Nari pulls you aside. âSoâŠâ she grins. âHow was Jeno time?â
âHow was Mark time?â you counter.Â
âHeâs just as cute and sweet as I remember,â Nari practically swoons. âIâm so happy Jaehyun decided to cockblock you and not me- but Jeno likes you, Iâm sure of it.â
âCan we drop this whole Jeno thing?â you groan, eyes darting over her shoulder to the group of men who are still talking about football of all topics.
âHeâs so hot though! Why are you being like this?âÂ
âI told you, I donât want anything long distance.â and also Iâm in love with your brother.Â
Nari crinkles her nose with distaste. âYouâre no fun.â
Your gaze shifts to Jaehyun, and he flashes you a small wink that makes your heart race in your chest.Â
This whole thing is getting out of hand.
Six
Itâs very hard to focus on your gingerbread house with Jaehyun hovering around the kitchen. Heâs come and looked in the fridge about six different times, youâve watched him down three beers, eat an orange cup, a few pieces of beef jerky, and then grab a bag of chips.
âDid you guys not have dinner or something?â you find yourself asking with a laugh.
âHuh?â Nari looks up from her immaculate creation, then swivels in her chair to eye her brother. âActually, thatâs a good question, why are you eating so much?â
âAre you two fat-shaming me?â Jaehyun questions before plopping more chips in his mouth.Â
âOh my god, Jae, fuck off-â Nari rolls her eyes.
The football player grins. âIf you must know, Iâm bulking. Iâm allowed to bulk, arenât I? I was at the gym for three hours this morning.â
âThat doesnât sound healthy,â Nari muses.
âYeah? Well, look at these.â Jaehyunâs in a muscle shirt, and as he lifts his arms to flex, you find yourself beginning to drool. You have to tear your eyes off of him, your skin heating with excitement.
God, you want him so bad-
âPut your guns away, Jesus, neither of us want to see that!â Nari screeches.Â
Jaehyun only grins, approaching the two of you at the dinner table. âNice gingerbread houses.â
âWeâre almost done,â Nari smiles, inspecting her perfect little edible art project.Â
âWhatâs next for girlâs night?â Jaehyun asks, leaning over his sisterâs chair.
âChristmas movies,â you respond, trying to focus on your own craft despite Jaehyunâs eyes being glued to you.
âSounds fun.âÂ
You reach for your martini, and you can feel Jaehyun watching that too.
âHow much have you guys had to drink?â Your best friendâs brother questions.
âWho are you? The party police? God, Jae, just leave us alone,â Nari groans.
âFine, have it your way.â Jaehyun straightens again. âJust pace yourselves okay?â
You wonder, as the night continues, the motives behind Jaehyunâs warning. Nari generally does the opposite of what her brother asks her to do, and true to form, she ends up drinking much more than sheâd initially planned.
By the time you settle into the living room to watch a movie, sheâs hiccuping, her skin all flushed as she cuddles under a soft blanket. âStupid Jaehyun,â she groans, âtelling me not to drink. Who does he think he is?â
âHeâs just watching out for us,â you sigh, scrolling through Netflix to find the movie youâd agreed on.
âWhyâs he have to be such a big brother party pooper all the time?â Nari asks. âHeâs so lame.â
You canât help but smile. And you canât agree with her either, a small sound of semi-affirmation is all you can muster.Â
Youâre not fifteen minutes into the movie when you hear soft footfalls behind the couch, and you turn to see Jaehyun leaning over you. âHi,â he grins.
Your eyes dart to Nari, who is passed out in the corner of the couch. Alcohol has always made her sleepy, and you wonder if this was Jaehyunâs plan all along.
âCan I join you?â he asks.Â
âAs long as you donât wake her up,â you whisper after a few moments of contention.
Jaehyun comes around the couch and you wiggle over to make room for him in the middle. He sits down carefully, allowing you to adjust the blankets over you both. His arm immediately falls around your shoulders, and you canât help the sigh that slips out of you.
âMissed you,â he says softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âMissed you too,â you admit.
His free hand finds your thigh under the blanket and you shift nervously.Â
âPuppy-â
âNari is asleep. We both know what happens when she drinks. Sheâs out cold, angel.â Jaehyunâs angled towards you now, his lips ghosting past your throat.
âWhat about your parents?â
âTheyâre at a Christmas party, they wonât be home till the AM.â He nuzzles your ear and the contact makes you shiver, turning slightly toward him while he parts your thighs. âCan I touch you?â
âYouâre already touching me,â you breathe.
âYou know what I mean.â His fingers toy with the waistband of your sweatpants. âTell me to stop.â
You can only release a small sigh of pleasure as he kisses your throat again, abusing your sweet spot while his hand slips under your pants, bypassing your panties too.
âFuck, angel, youâre already so wet,â he moans in your ear. âSuch a dirty girl, letting your best friendâs brother touch you like this while she sleeps next to us.â
You hate that his words turn you on even more. Hate that your entire pussy tingles with interest, his index finger brushing over your clit and making your mind hazy.Â
âHave you missed this as much as I have?â he asks.
âItâs been two days puppy, weâve gone longer-â
âThatâs not the point,â Jaehyun insists, slipping one digit into your tight pussy, stroking your aching walls while you struggle to hold your moans at bay. âItâs torture, being this close to you and having to pretend weâre not-â His voice catches, and his breath is hot against your skin.
âNot what?â you whimper.
âNot totally obsessed with each other,â he says finally, adding a second finger to work you open.
âOnly one of us is obsessed, puppy.â
âYeah? Your pussy says otherwise, angel. Youâre practically dripping on my hand.âÂ
âPlease-â
âPlease what? Close already?â Jaehyun applies pressure to your clit with his palm, pumping his digits into you even harder.
âWe canât-â you swallow thickly. âI canât-â
âCanât what? Cum while Nari sleeps next to us? Iâm sure you can angel, she never has to know, thatâs what you keep saying, right?â
âPuppy,â you open your eyes, reaching up to cup his face. âThe bathroom.â
Jaehyun pulls his hand from your pants immediately. âAfter you.âÂ
You catch him licking his fingers clean as you stand from the couch, careful not to wake Nari as you tiptoe to the bathroom down the hall, Jaehyun hot on your heels.Â
Youâre quick to turn the light and fan on, hoping to muffle any noise. The moment the bathroom door is closed and locked behind you, Jaehyun has you pressed against it. His lips are hot against your own and he quickly tugs your pants down to your knees. You try to thread your fingers through his hair only for him to capture your wrists, pinning them above you while his free hand slips between your legs again.
His digits slide into you easily, and your back arches, thighs twitching. âFuck, puppy-âÂ
âIâve missed watching you cum,â Jaehyun groans. âWanna make you cum like this before I fuck you properly. You can do that for me, right? Cum on my fingers? I think I deserve it after having to watch you and Jeno yesterday.â
The mention of Jeno has your stomach twisting into knots, your orgasm building much too quickly as Jaehyun works you open, his palm firm on your clit.
âCome on, angel,â his grip on your wrist tightens, âI can feel you tensing up, just let go for me.â
You bite into your lower lip as you cum, your core throbbing while Jaehyun works you through it. Youâre doing your best to muffle your own sounds but itâs difficult with the amount of pleasure coursing through you.
You can feel Jaehyun watching you intently, can feel his heavy breaths on your skin as his fingers thrust in and out of your gushing pussy.
âSo fucking perfect,â he groans.Â
âPuppy-â you whimper, desperation overtaking you.
âYeah?â
âFuck me? Please?â All your inhibitions have flown out the bathroom window. All you want now is Jaehyun.Â
âThought youâd never ask,â Jaehyun grins.Â
He lets go of your wrists and you move to the sink, lifting yourself up and onto it while Jaehyun works on his belt. Your skin tingles, your eyes fixed on the bulge pressing against denim. As soon as heâs pushed his pants down, releasing his aching cock, youâre grabbing at him to pull him close, lining him up with your core-
âFuck!â Nariâs voice is loud on the other side of the door. âOh my god, Y/N, open up!â
You freeze for a moment, but when loud banging begins, you jump into overdrive.Â
You push Jaehyun away from you, hopping off the sink to pull up your sweatpants- âGet in the shower,â you whisper at him before turning your attention to the door, âOne moment!âÂ
The next thing you do is flush the toilet, then turn on the faucet while Jaehyun clamors into the tub, still fumbling with his pants while you close the curtain.Â
âOh my God-â you hear again, and your heart thunders in your rib cage, realization overtaking you.
You unlock the door quickly, throwing it open just in time for Nari to stumble past you to the toilet. She sinks to her knees, a gagging sound filling the room as the consequences of her drinking are brought up.Â
âNari,â you sigh, immediately moving to grab her hair, pulling it away from her face while she pukes.Â
Thereâs nothing else to be said, nothing else to be done while you take care of your best friend, her brother hiding in the shower with his cock probably still hard and aching.Â
As things begin to settle for Nari a short while later, you stroke her back. âFeeling better?â
She nods, letting out a pitiful groan.Â
âDo you want to stay in here? Or do you think we can go to the kitchen so I can grab you some water and crackers for your stomach?â
Nari takes a moment to consider it, and then she mumbles, âKitchen.âÂ
You help her to her feet, supporting her out of the bathroom. When you reach the kitchen, you take her to the sink just in case anything else comes up, and you hurry to get her some water.
As you hand her the cup, Jaehyun stumbles into the kitchen. âAre you two okay? I heard noises.â
âShe just had a little too much to drink,â you explain softly, still rubbing Nariâs back.
âWell, I hate to say it, but I told you to watch your liquor tonight,â Jaehyun grins.
Nari glares at her brother over the rim of her cup. âFuck off and die.âÂ
SevenÂ
The Jeong family Christmas party is always one of the best nights of the year. You arrived early to help prep appetizers, and youâd been in the house not five minutes before Nari forced you into an ugly Christmas sweater - as per her family tradition.
Now, as the house is full of all sorts of people, you feel like an absolute mess with the stupid reindeer on your chest. Although, to be fair, Nariâs is even worse. And Jaehyunâs? Maybe the most hideous of them all- however, his handsome face is more than enough to make up for it.
Jaehyunâs clearly pent-up, and itâs obvious he doesnât give a shit about your ugly Christmas sweater. He keeps looking at you as if he wants to throw you against the wall and fuck you stupid with the entire party watching, and youâve done your best to avoid him all night.
It doesnât help that Jeno and Mark have shown up, the hockey player distracting Nari and leaving you open to the younger Lee, who keeps finding excuses to start a conversation with you.Â
âSo when do you head back to uni?â Jeno asks, leaning closer as he nurses the beer in his hand.
âOn the twenty-sixth.â
âShit, in two days?â
âUh huh.â
Jeno cocks his head to the side. âYou couldnât stay longer?âÂ
âIâm actually moving into my own place on January first, so Iâve gotta get home and pack and prep for classes next term, that sort of thing,â you explain.
âSucks. It would have been nice to spend some more time with you.â
You notice then that his beer is empty, and instead of responding to his statement, you suggest getting him another round. When you move to the fridge, you find that all the Coronaâs are gone, so you excuse yourself to grab more from the cooler out on the back deck, hoping for some reprieve.
Itâs a cold night, your breath hanging in the air as you open the cooler, reaching down for the beer you need.
You hear the door open behind you, the noise of the party getting loud only for it to be muffled again when the door is shut once more. âIâll just be a second,â you call, expecting it to be Jeno whoâs followed you outside, however, when you turn, itâs not Jenoâs chest you bump into, itâs Jaehyunâs.
âHey, angel.â
You let out a sigh, looking up at his handsome face. âHi, puppy.â His arms wrap around you, and you let out a groan. âWhat are you doing?â
âItâs cold out here, Iâm warming you up,â he insists, dimples on display as he grins. âAlso, I found something inside.â
âYeah? What did you find?â
Jaehyun reaches into his pocket, pulling out something small and green. âMistletoe.âÂ
He doesnât even bother holding it over your head, he simply cups the back of your head with one hand and draws your lips to his own.Â
This is the worst place to be kissing Jaehyun. Anyone could open the door from the kitchen and find the two of you making out, but you also canât say no to him anymore, not when your entire body is yearning for him in a way that you canât even put into words.
You melt in his embrace, kissing him back.Â
His tongue glides against your lower lip, and you open your mouth, accepting him into you while he releases a low groan, tugging you closer to his warm body.Â
Thereâs a shattering sound inside, and a scream, then laughter, and the commotion causes you to pull away from Jaehyun, looking over his shoulder toward the door.
âWe should go back inside,â you sigh.
âFor Jeno to keep flirting with you?â Jaehyun scoffs. âIâm not a huge fan of that idea.â
âAs if you werenât talking to Irene earlier, donât think I didnât notice her arrive an hour ago.â
âThereâs a difference between me and Irene, and you and Jeno.â
âYeah? Whatâs that?â you laugh.
âI donât give a fuck about Irene anymore, but with you and Jeno, Iâm not so sure.â
Your heart tightens in your chest. âJae-â
âPuppy,â he corrects you.
âPuppy,â you sigh, âthereâs nothing between me and Jeno. Iâve been trying to avoid him all night.â
âNot as hard as youâve been avoiding me.â
âYeah, because you look at me like you want to bend me over the next horizontal surface and fuck me stupid!â you laugh.
âAre you a mind reader now, angel?â Jaehyun grins.
âSomething like that,â you shake your head at his antics, patting his chest with your free hand. âSeriously, Iâm getting cold, we should go inside.â
âFine,â Jaehyun sighs, releasing you. âYou can head in first, Iâll give it a minute before following.â
You canât help but give him one final kiss, a kiss that lingers before you tear yourself away, brushing past him to enter the warmth of the house again.
Jeno is still standing in the kitchen, and you hold out a Corona as you approach. âHere.â
âCan I ask you something?â Jeno watches you add a few more beers to the fridge.Â
âOf course.â
âWhen you said your love life is complicated⊠itâs Jae, isnât it?âÂ
Your skin tingles as you close the fridge, turning to match Jenoâs gaze. âI uh-â You swallow thickly, looking around to make sure no one is listening before you lean in closer to the lacrosse player. âWas it that obvious?â
âNo⊠and also sort of. There were signs, like, the way he just followed you outside, but I actually asked a friend about you,â Jeno admits.
âA friend?â
âYeah, I uh, went to lacrosse summer camp with this dude for a few years, turns out heâs a pledge in Jaehyunâs frat. He confirmed things.â
âWhich pledge?âÂ
âPromise he wonât get in trouble?â Jeno laughs.
âCross my heart.â
âHis name is Jaemin. He says you and Jaehyun have been a thing since the start of the year. He said it seemed pretty serious.â Jeno studies your face, and youâre not sure what heâs really looking for from you in regard to a response. âI guess⊠I guess Iâm just wondering why you two arenât open about it here, or at least, why you arenât as open about it as you seem to be at the frats.â
âHeâs my best friendâs brother,â you say quietly.
âYou really think Nari would care about something like this?â Jeno asks.
âSheâs very⊠competitive about my time,â you explain. âAnd as I said, this is her brother weâre talking about. Their relationship is⊠complicatedâ
âMost family dynamics are,â Jeno concedes. âBut if you ask me, I donât think sheâd have that big of an issue with it.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you sigh, although youâre not sure how well Jeno knows Nari.
âListen, now that youâve made it clear youâre into someone else, Iâll leave you alone,â Jeno says finally. âI didnât mean to step on any toes.â
âYou didn't,â you assure him. âHow were you supposed to know about Jaehyun? Itâs not your fault. No harm, no foul.â
âI mean, I did kiss your cheek, which feels pretty innocent, but looking back now- Jaehyun was totally watching when I did that,â Jeno laughs.Â
âOkay, maybe there was a little harm,â you admit, joining him with a giggle, âbut seriously, donât worry about it. Iâm the one who has to sort this whole Jae thing out, not you.â
âGood luck with it, really.â Jeno reaches out and gently squeezes your shoulder, offering you one more smile before he turns and disappears into the other room.
Nari finds you a short while later, explaining that the Lee cousins had left. She gives you a complete rundown on Mark while the two of you sip wine and giggle by the fireplace. Other people begin to dissipate as the night goes on, and soon, you find yourself heading to the door.Â
Your best friend gives you a tight hug, and then you catch sight of her brother over her shoulder.
âLeaving already?â he asks.
âIâm pretty tired,â you admit.
âYou canât say goodbye without hugging at least two of the hosts, and seeing as our parents are in the kitchen discussing land equity, I guess that leaves you with me,â Jaehyun grins, holding his arms open for you.
âJesus, Jae, youâre such a dog,â Nari rolls her eyes.
With a laugh, and a shake of your head, you step into Jaehyunâs embrace, hating how your body reacts to him. Youâre aware of Nari standing just a few feet away, but you canât help the way you lean closer to his ear. âGoodnight, puppy.â
Jaehyunâs body tenses slightly, and you pull out of the hug, offering him a small smile.
âGoodnight, y/n.âÂ
It feels weird to hear him actually call you by your name instead of calling you angel.Â
You donât like it, and the feeling sticks with you while you head next door to your own house.
After a quick hello to your mother, and an acknowledgment that your dad is still at the Jeong Christmas Eve party, you go upstairs, ready to go to bed. Only, as soon as you enter your room, your phone begins to ring, and you pull it from your pocket.
âHey, puppy,â you laugh. âMiss me already?â
âLook out your window.â
Your gaze lifts, heart already picking up speed.Â
Growing up with Jaehyunâs room directly across from your own had led to a few tense moments in your teens. One day, youâd seen him fresh from a shower, towel low on his hips- but other than a few near-naked moments, youâd done your best not to be a peeping tom. Itâs interesting to have him directing you to be nosey, and you approach the window with your phone held tight in your hand.
Jaehyunâs standing in his room, and he waves his fingers at you. âI didnât think weâd be reduced to this,â he admits, âbut fuck it, if this is the only way I can have you tonight, then I guess phone sex is my new best friend.â
âPhone sex, huh?â you laugh.Â
âYou got to cum with me yesterday, but I didnât, and Iâm feeling it, angel.â As if to prove his point, Jaehyunïżœïżœïżœs free hand slides down his chest to his pants, and he grips his cock through the fabric. âYouâre making me crazy.â
âIâm not doing anything, puppy. Youâre the one being insatiable. Iâm just a good girl in her bedroom while her neighbor watches and touches himself.âÂ
âI shouldnât be the only one having fun though,â Jaehyun says, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier already while he palms himself through his pants. âHow about you lift that stupid fucking reindeer sweater and show me those tits I love so much?â
âYeah? Is that really what you want, puppy?â You grab the hem of the ugly sweater, slowly lifting it to reveal a strip of your abdomen.Â
âFuck, why havenât we been doing this every night since we got here?â Jaehyun groans, stepping closer to his window to get a better look at you.
âWeâve been busy,â you remind him, allowing the fabric to drop down again. âIâm actually pretty tired-â
âIf we donât do this on the phone, Iâll be forced to come over there, explain to your mother that youâre my evasive little tease of a fuck toy, and rail you in your bedroom.â
The thought makes your pussy throb with desire. âWe canât have that, now can we?â
âSo be a good girl, angel, and take off your sweater.â
âTake off yours,â you counter.
Jaehyun doesnât waste a moment, he tears the fabric off his body, muscles rippling under unblemished skin.Â
Fuck, youâve missed him too, but you havenât allowed yourself to acknowledge just how much youâve missed him until this very moment.Â
You follow suit, taking off the ugly Christmas sweater.
âBra too,â he says, voice husky as his hand returns to his cock.
Unlike Jaehyun, you havenât mastered the art of removing your bra with one hand, so you put your phone on speaker and set it on the windowsill. Youâre slow with your motions, flashing your best friendâs brother a flirty grin as you reach behind your back.Â
âFuck-â he groans, watching one strap slip off, then the other. As you drop the bra to the floor, Jaehyun pulls down his pants, and your mouth begins to water at the sight of his cock.
You wish you were closer to him, wish you could see the pretty vein that runs along the underside of his dick-
âI want you in my mouth, puppy,â you admit.
âAngel-â Jaehyun moans, wrapping his hand around his girth.Â
âWanna suck you off till you see stars,â you continue, reaching up to grab your breasts, teasing your fingers over your nipples, and letting out a shaky breath.
âI wanna eat you out till your thighs are shaking around my head and youâre squirting all over my tongue.â
You immediately fumble with your pants, pushing them down around your ankles and then your panties too.Â
âTell me how wet you are,â Jaehyun commands as you bring your digits to your clit, swiping through your pussy lips to collect the moisture there.
âIâm drenched, puppy, and Iâve been drenched since that kiss we had by the cooler outside.âÂ
âYou shouldâa let me fuck you,â he says smugly.
âPuppy-â
âI know, I know.â You hear him swallow thickly. âRub your clit for me, and donât be gentle. Iâm way too horny to last- had a wet dream about you last night and I canât get you out of my head.â
âTell me about the dream?â you urge, applying pressure to the sensitive bud between your thighs.
âWe were back in my room at the frat,â he starts. âNo one was gonna bug us. No sisters or pledges. Just you and me. I took my time with you, letting you grind on my thigh in your sweatpants till you were begging for me to get you naked and do whatever I wanted to you.â
âAnd then?â
âStripped you, got between your thighs, made you scream, made you cry and drool and say please-â You can see his hand picking up speed on his cock, and your pussy throbs as you work your clit. âFinally gave you my cock, folded you like a fucking pretzel, and gave you everything you wanted.â
You slip a digit into your pussy, releasing a frustrated groan.Â
âI know that sound, angel. What? Fingers not big enough for you?â Jaehyun laughs.
âNothing is big enough except your cock,â you whimper, quickly adding a second.Â
âTrue, but youâll still cum for me, right? I wanna watch you cum.â
You bring your second hand to your clit, and the moment you touch it, electric tingles erupt across your skin.
His dirty talk - as well as the fact that you havenât fucked him in a few days - has you close to the edge already.Â
âI wanna watch you cum too,â you tell him. âWish you were cumming inside me though, filling me up just right-â
âFuck, that perfect fucking pussy squeezing me for all Iâm worth-â
âPuppy,â you whimper, feeling your emotions building with your orgasm.
âYeah, angel, Iâm there too- gonna be good and cum with me, right? Gonna let me watch you as you fuck yourself with your fingers wishing it was my cock inside you-â
âJae-â
âPuppy, call me puppy, angel- fuck,â he groans loudly and the sound goes straight to your core, which pulses around your fingertips.Â
You canât hold off any longer, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. A strangled gasp escapes you, your eyes closing, head falling back as white-hot energy surges through you.
Jaehyun releases his own sound of pleasure, panting hard on the other end of the line. Muffled moans and whimpers ensue as you work yourselves through your highs, your body aching for Jaehyun to be there with you instead of in his room next door.
As your orgasm passes, you slowly come to a stop, opening your eyes again to stare at your best friendâs brother. Heâs already wiping away his cum with a tissue, and he flashes you a wink.Â
In retaliation for the flush that immediately consumes you from such a small act, you take your fingers from your pussy, lifting them to your lips.
âJesus, angel,â Jaehyun moans, his motions coming to a stop as he watches you.Â
âBet you canât wait to taste me again, puppy.â
âI can still come over.â
âNot a chance in hell.â
âIt was worth a shot, though, huh?â he laughs.
âGoodnight, Jaehyun.â
âYou donât wanna stay on call? Maybe Facetime while you fall asleep or something?â
âIâve gotta shower-â
âTake your phone with you.â
Itâs so hard to say no to him, so you donât.Â
His eager encouragements and filthy mouth help you cum two more times - once in the shower and once in bed - before you finally pass out while on Facetime with the man who owns your heart.
Eight
Nari knows you well. Better than almost anyone, and because of this, gift-giving with her is always easy. She gets you a box set of your favorite perfume before opening the present youâd gotten for her (skincare from her favorite Korean brand).Â
As you settle onto her couch afterward, however, you realize just how well she knows you.
âSo⊠whatâs going on with you and Jae?â
âHmm?â You nearly choke on your wine.
âYou called him puppy last night.â You stare blankly at her. âAs you were leaving. At first, I thought it had to do with me calling him a dog right before that, but⊠I donât know, it felt too natural, and he seemed way too happy and smiley afterward.â
âI didnât uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, âI didnât realize youâd heard that.â
âI bet you didnât,â Nari shakes her head knowingly. âThe more I thought about it, the more everything seemed to be natural between the two of you. Him helping you with your bags when I picked you up from the airport, him buying us all apple cider at the rink- the way he helped you on the ice. Even the way he hung around while we did our gingerbread houses. Thereâs something between you two, isnât there? You guys are too natural together for there not to be something.â
âI mean⊠heâs your brother-â
âAnd heâs annoying, and lame, and a loser- but if you can look past all that, well⊠heâs a good guy at heart. And Iâve always wanted you to end up with a good guy.â
You canât believe the words coming out of Nariâs mouth.
âThere is something,â Nari states after your silence lasts a moment too long.Â
âNari, I wanted to tell you-â
âI get why you didnât, but seriously, fuck that, tell me everything!âÂ
Youâre shocked that sheâs practically wiggling with excitement. As if this isnât her older brother youâre talking about.
âWhat do you want to know?â you ask finally.
âWhen did it start? How did it start? Is he actually good to you? Does he stalk you on snapmaps?â
Her flurry of questions are almost too much to keep track of, and you set your wine glass down to get your bearings. âHeâs good to me,â you admit. âAlmost too good- and yeah, he still stalks me on snapmaps.â
âThat creep!â Nari laughs. âSo heâs like obsessed obsessed.âÂ
âI guess so.â Your skin heats at the admission.
âYou know what, I canât believe Iâm saying this but you two are kind of cute together. But, if he breaks your heart, you get me in the divorce and Iâll disown him.â
You giggle at how serious Nari is about this. âDeal.â
As the word leaves your mouth, the back door opens and Jaehyun trudges inside, a bundle of wood in his arms. Thereâs snow in his pretty dark hair, and his cheeks are pink from the cold. He looks up and flashes you both a smile as he kicks off his boots. âThought you guys might want to get the fireplace going today so I chopped some provisions.â
All week, youâve been hiding your affection for this absolute puppy of a man, but you donât have to do that anymore.
You stand from the couch, smiling warmly at him. âShe knows, puppy.â
âShe knows?â he repeats, freezing in place. He looks from you to his sister, then back at you again.Â
A huge smile appears over his face and he drops the firewood, practically running at you, hopping over the couch and nearly whacking Nari in the process only to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a tight hug. He spins you around the Jeong family living room, burying his face in your hair.
âWe donât have to hide anymore!â he yells in your ear.
âNo more hiding,â you agree as he sets you down, only to cup your face and kiss you deeply. Your skin flares at the realization that youâre doing this in front of his sister, but Jaehyun doesnât seem to have a care in the world.
When he breaks away from you, he turns to Nari, grinning triumphantly. âThis is my girlfriend!â
âWait, you two are like, official official?â Nari asks.
âWe are now,â Jaehyun states, but he falters, turning to you. âWe are, right?â
âYes, puppy, Iâll be your girlfriend,â you laugh.
He kisses you again, grinning the whole time, and you canât help but smile as well.Â
âFuck, you two are really cute,â Nari groans.Â
âThis is the best Christmas present ever,â Jaehyun announces.
Nari rolls her eyes. âIâm not gifting you my best friend! Jesus, Jaehyun, get a life!âÂ
âSheâs my gift, no takebacks,â your puppy boyfriend insists, staring at you with stars in his eyes.
âYou know what, we always did say we wanted to be sisters,â Nari sighs. âI guess we can officially welcome you to the Jeongâs now.â
âWeâre not getting married-â you protest.
âNot yet, anyways,â Jaehyun quips, earning an elbow to the ribs.Â
âYeah! Put him in his place!â Nari cheers.Â
Jaehyun holds you closer, bringing his lips to your ear. âDoes this mean I can take you upstairs and fuck you now?â
âFucking hell-â Nari squeals, âdo neither of you know how to whisper?! I did not need to hear that!â
âThen you should find some headphones, because this one can be kind of loud.â Jaehyun pokes your stomach and you slap his hand away.
âFine, shit,â Nari rolls her eyes, âlook, as your best friend,â her eyes find yours, âIâll give you half an hour to fuck my brother before I demand you come back downstairs for our usual Christmas festivities, deal?â
Before you can even answer, Jaehyun is throwing you over his shoulder. âDeal!â
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âYaâll are like a pair of fucking wild animals,â Nari whispers as she takes her seat between you and Jaehyun at the dining table while her parents prepare to bring food from the kitchen for your meal. âYou canât keep your hands off each other for ten minutes to eat a family dinner together- I thought the honeymoon phase was supposed to last a few months and itâs been over a fucking year.â
No one is more shocked than you are that you find yourself at the Jeong house for a second Christmas in a row while still completely enthralled with the oldest Jeong sibling. As supportive as Nari has been, itâs clear sheâs salty about her brother getting much of your attention these days, and you canât say you blame her for that.
This Christmas, youâre spending a week and a half in your hometown, and Jaehyunâs been trying to monopolize on your time with a fire that rivals even his sisterâs.Â
âYou donât have to sit between us, you know,â Jaehyun quips.
âI think the fuck I do,â Nari retorts with a snort. âThis is a PG dinner with our parents you whore.â
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I love the idea of our Hawkins teens going to a showing of a Rocky Horror so much so please join me in this:
Eddie's driving. He's excited, loves that he gets to 'pop their cherry.' He pulls up to Harrington house expecting to see Steve and Robin posted up outside in full Brad and Janet regalia.
Eddie of course is dressed as Eddie and of course he thought about Frank but that might be too much. Steve is cool but is he cool? Eddie hopes but he's not an idiot.
Instead of proper Midwestern church clothes he finds Robin standing out front in a raggedy black suit, her hair greased down while Vicki (and yes Eddie had had his suspicions) is next to her dressed as a maid with her own bright red hair teased out to heaven.
"Riff Raff? Magenta? I didn't expect to see you two here."
Vicki laughs but Robin gives him a look that makes a shiver run up his back.
"So where's Steve? Decided to stay home?"
The last syllable barely leaves his lips when the door opens and - - -
LEGS. Fishnet stocking LEGS. Tap pants and a bustier and a shining tail coat and a top hat and a blinding grin and LEGS.
"Columbia?"
Steve laughs and dances down the steps and he's wearing tap shoes too? Eddie may not survive this.
Robin laughs at him but Vicki pats his shoulder in commiseration.
The drive to Indy is filled with jokes and conversation and music and Eddie is paying attention to the conversation. And he is paying attention to the road. But
LEGS
They get to the theater and get their props and their seats. A few songs in Steve begs off to go to the bathroom. Does Eddie watch him go? Of course. Can he actually see him very well in the darkened theater? No. But it's the principle of the thing.
Then the music starts up for the Time Warp and Eddie is on his feet along with everyone else in the theater. There are performers on stage dancing along with the movie, a long line of tuxedo clad strangers when suddenly a figure goes flying across the stage and Eddie can hear Robin and Vicki whooping but he is frozen.
It's Steve. Tapping. It's a perfect recreation of Columbia's dance routine and when the other boy finally comes to a stop, gasping, on a chair at the corner of the stage Eddie finds his voice screaming louder than he has at any concert he's ever been to.
A few minutes later Steve makes his way back to his seat and Robin lunges past Eddie to throw herself at him. Eddie can make out that she's talking but not what she's saying.
They make it through the rest of the show and it's amazing. Eddie's second favorite moment may be when Steve and Robin wrapped their arms around him during "Eddie" wailing out fake sobs.
They sing and shout themselves hoarse. The ride home is quiet but in the best possible way. Robin and Vicki are as good as sleeping in the back of the van and Steve is leaning against the window, humming along with the radio.
"Hey," Eddie says softly. "Where did you learn to dance like that?"
Steve smiles but it's barely a shadow of his usual smile and it fades fast. "When I was little my mom still gave half a shit about being seen as a good mother so she put me in dance classes. It didn't last too long. My dad didn't like it and after a while it became more important for her to be seen as a good wife so I was taken out and put into every sport."
Eddie doesn't say anything. Can't say anything.
"I really liked it though? I can't play music and I'm not much of a singer but I really like dancing. Robin had to put up with me practicing this almost constantly for the past few weeks. I thought she was gonna kill me."
"So you learned this for tonight?"
Steve turned to face Eddie and smiles. "I learned it for you, man. Thought you would get a kick out of it."
The small ember of Eddie's crush on Steve had initially been lit years ago in high school. He had banked it carefully, couldn't bear to let it go cold but too worried about losing Steve as a friend to let it flare bright.
"You learned it for me?" Eddie's stomach feels warm
"Yeah," Steve says, smiling. "Every Eddie needs a Columbia, right?"
Steve is laughing at him and that only makes Eddie feel warmer. Steve. His crush, Steve. Steve did this for him.
"Yeah," Eddie says. "Yeah, he does."
"Thought so," Steve says, turning back to the window.
Eddie drives them back to Hawkins in a silence full of potential.
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đđđâđ đđđ đđ đđ | J.JK
â part 2
â pairing | dom!oc x nerdy sub!jjk
â summary | loser nerd jk has crushed on her for years and is assigned to be her college tutor for her calculus class. studying doesnât go exactly as planned and he ends up losing his virginity in the best way possible.
â warning | bad writing (iâm doing my best)
virginity loss, cussing, corruption kink, female dom, light dirty talk, belittling, dick sucking, unprotected sex, etc
â word count | 3.5k words
â song suggestion | rush â william singe
His nerves were tingling with anxiety. He had imagined a day like this since he laid eyes on her.
His crush first stemmed from middle school. Then it followed him through high school, and now his college career.
Y/n had always been the typical token super pretty and popular girl. She was funny too, he couldnât help but giggle to himself when she was making jokes with her friends across the room.
Jungkook was beyond nervous. Heâs had a crush on her forever, and now he was standing in front of her home for their very first tutoring session.
Jungkook had arrived at Y/nâs home, exhaling to himself. âI can do this.â He mumbled before knocking on her door.
The door opened and there she was. A short denim mini skirt and a matching top.
He was already done for.
âOh hey Jungkook.â She smiled, âYouâre here already. I didnât think youâd be early. Come in.â
He feels his heart skip a beat as Y/n opens the door, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
âH-hi! Yes, it's meâ He clears his throat. âThank you for inviting me inside.â He steps inside, taking in the sight of her apartment.
âOf course.â She led him to the dining room table her hips swaying in her mini skirt that showed off her figure beautifully.
His eyes widen and follow her every move, watching as she leads him to the dining room table.
He can't help but feel a rush of excitement as he takes in the sight of her hips swaying in her skirt.
He had never imagined theyâd be in such a small space. Alone with her. His heart could almost explode with excitement.
Her home didnât look much like the google maps photos like he seen online.
âIs right here okay?â She asked him, her table with the notebooks and studying material she needed already set up.
He swallows hard and nods, feeling his cheeks heat up. âI-Itâs fine.â
The two sat at her table studying, Jungkook using more complex language than she was used to.
She could grasp some of it, but Y/n wasnât necessarily the strongest in the subject.
âIâve always sucked at math. Let alone calculus.â She laughed. âIt must be nice to know everything.â
He chuckles nervously, shaking his head. âNo, not everything. Just... some things. Math is definitely my strong suit.â He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure before turning his attention to her math homework âOkay, let's continue.â
She simply nodded. She leaned closer to him, reading the book that was further in his direction.
Her breasts were huge. He wondered how her posture managed to stay so straight with those jugs weighing her down.
Her right breast was pressed against his shoulder, driving him crazy.
He tries to focus on the homework, but finds himself distracted by her low cut top and her large breasts on view.
He can't help but glance, feeling his face flush with embarrassment as he realizes she might notice. âUh, so... uh...â
âAre you okay?â Y/n asked him.
âYes.â He cleared his throat.
âAre you sure?â
âYes, yes I'm fine. It's just... uh... hot in here.â He tries to refocus on her homework assignment, but his mind keeps drifting to her body and how close she's standing next to him.
âIâll go turn the ac onâ She got up, hips swaying as she went to turn on the AC. She eventually came back. âBetter?â She sat back down.
âSomeone kill me.â Jungkook thought to himself.
He tries to focus on the books and studying material, but his gaze keeps drifting back to her exposed thighs and the way her skirt rides up
He nods, grateful for the cooler air. He watches as she sits back down next to him, hips swaying in a way that makes his heart race.
âThis is so hardâ She groaned. âCalculus is so difficult.â
He nods in agreement, trying to stifle a smile at her cute groan. âYeah, uh... It can be tough sometimes.â
He starts going over the problem with her, letting his hand rest on hers gently as he points out what she did wrong.
âI think itâs the table.â She tells him. âI focus more on my bed, itâs where Iâm most comfortable. Jungkook, would you be okay studying there with me?â Y/n suggested.
His heart races at the thought of having her in a more private setting, but he knows he shouldn't let his crush get the best of him.
He nods and starts gathering the homework assignments and books. âYeahâ sure, let's move to the couch.â
She smirked to herself on the way to her bedroom. Her plan was working perfectly, and working quicker than she expected.
His eyes widened at her room. He was finally inside. He always seen a few corners when he was stalking her Instagram late at night, but now being there in person sent him over the edge.
It was so her. The decorations, the layout, the scent. It was perfectly her.
âMuch betterâ She sat down on her bed, starting to write in her notes with him.
He watches as she writes, trying not to get too distracted by the way her hair falls over her shoulders and the way she bites her lip in concentration.
He clears his throat and starts going over the problems again, trying to focus on the homework instead of his crush.
About an hour had passed of them studying, and she was beyond bored. Y/n was over hearing about stupid questions she had no interest in finding the solution for.
âLike I said, when you plug in the formulaââ
âDonât you have a girlfriend waiting on you?â Y/n interrupted him. âYouâve been here for a while.â
âI-I donât have one.â He swallowed. âAnd I told the professor Iâd spend as much time as needed for you to pass.â
He was still talking about school, making her boredom increase. âDo you do anything outside of school?â She changed the topic.
He blinks at her, surprised by the sudden question. He fidgets with his glasses and stammers a bit before answering. âI...I go to the internet cafe with my friends and do coding and stuff.. I help code games and such. It's...it's not very exciting, but it keeps me busy.â
âCute.â She chuckled. âSo youâre like a full time nerd?â
He blushes at her teasing and nods, looking down at his hands. âY-yes, I suppose you could say that. I do enjoy learning and electronics...and working on computers gives me a chance to use my skills to help others. It's...it's important to me.â
âIs that why youâre single?â She asked him. âToo busy studying and programming?â
He nodded.
Wasnât necessarily the entire truth. Some of the other girls at the cafe definitely took an interest but he was all about you.
He was a quiet guy but he always spoke up about you. All of his friends at the internet cafe knew about his crush on you. He would be teased daily because well, look at him and you.
He didnât care. He knew from the start it wasnât realistic considering the crowds you stuck around with.
Jungkook would rather be at home with his computer while youâd be parting with sororities and frat boys.
âYouâre a busy guy hm? Well when was the last time youâve had a girlfriend?â Y/n asked him, moving the text books as she inched closer.
âI-Iâ Well.â He swallowed, âIâve never had one before..â He itched the back of his neck.
Her eyes widened. âYou canât be serious.â
âIt justâ never happened.â He told her.
âThatâs just so hard to believe.â She analyzed him with her feline like eyes.. âI think youâre really handsome and cute.â
âReally?â His voice came out a lot louder than he meant to, clearing his throat. âY-You do?â
She nodded, âI always have.â She suddenly climbed on his lap, making Jungkook let out a slight gasp in surprise.
He looks up at her in surprise, his heart beating faster at her words. He stammers out a thank you, feeling his face heat up again. âI...I'm...I'm glad you think so...â
âItâs okay if I sit here right?â She asked, making him nod rather quickly.
âGood.â She giggled. âSo youâve never had a girlfriend⊠you at least have lost your virginity right?â
Jungkook looked away shyly. âN-No..â
She had always had the reputation of being the popular pretty girl. Her entire friend group and social circle was like that. So naturally it was expected for her to end up with a frat guy.
Y/n had been with a few, and was absolutely bored out of her mind. They were cocky and disgusting, seeming to like their bros more than actual women.
She had no interest in anyone like that.
She always had a thing for nerdy and loser men who looked like they had never had a chance with losing their virginity.
Her friends were always teasing her about her type. No one could understand how she could really be attracted to a guy like that.
Y/n noticed Jungkook towards her sophomore year of high school. He had always been attractive to her but she really took a notice to him at that time.
He was tall, handsome, and quiet. Super shy. The only time she had seen him really talk was during a history presentation when he had to read off some slides.
Her horny teenage brain definitely took notice towards the bulge in his pants whenever she looked his way.
Y/n was always with her friend group and Jungkook was always in way better and smarter classes than her. He never had any social media either, so she never had the chance to really make a move on him.
It was now their junior year in college and once she heard he was assigned to be her tutor, she had to do something.
Jungkook had hardly ever kissed a girl. A girl pecked his lips in his junior year of high school and he absolutely hated it.
Hated it because it wasnât her.
She shifts on his lap. âThatâs so cute. Are you waiting for someone to take it?â
He nodded quickly. He was hard as a rock. Her skirt was practically all the way lifted as she sat on his lap, driving him insane.
âMm Iâd be honored to volunteer.â She suggested.
âT-Take itâ P-please.â He was practically whimpering out to her.
She didnât waste her time, leaning forward to kiss his lips. She wasnât too rough on him, but she definitely was working her lips on his.
âGonna make you feel real good.â She smacked her lips against his, grabbing his hands, placing them over her ass cheeks. âGrab it okay?â
Jungkook bent his fingers, now holding her ass in his hands.
She traveled her lips down to the crook of his neck, creating a trail of dark hickeys.
Y/n was grinding on his lap with her skirt on as she marked up his neck. âNo hickeys before either?â
There was no way this was really happening. Jungkook could go into shock. This was even better than he had ever imagined.
His breathing becomes heavier and heavier as she grinds on his lap, feeling the friction between their bodies.
He moans as she marks up his neck, his mind clouded with pleasure. He whimpers as she asks about hickeys, shaking his head slightly. âN-no...â
âYouâre so much more vocal than I imagined. and Iâm just kissing you.â She giggled.
He blushes profusely as she speaks about his vocalness, feeling embarrassed at how turned on he is by her touch.
He looks up at her as she pulls away from his neck, seeing the marks she left on his skin.
âSo cute..â She pulled away from his neck. âAll marked up, it looks intense.â She grabbed her handheld mirror, showing him what she did to him.
He gulps, reaching up to touch them gently. seeing the marks she left on his skin. He gulps, reaching up to touch them gently.
âYouâre comfy right baby?â She asked him, making sure he was at ease while she tainted him.
âI-Iâm fine.â He shakes his head, leaning into her touch as she runs her fingers through his hair. âN-no... it just... makes me want more... of you...â He confesses, feeling vulnerable and honest in front of her.
âYouâre more than ready to lose your virginity huh baby?â She baby talked him. âPoor baby wants to be touched so bad.â
He blushes deeply at her words, nodding slowly. He's been a virgin for so long and he wants nothing more than to experience it with her.
âY-yes...â He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. I want to... be with you...â
âIâm almost there sweetheart. Youâre doing so good being patient for me.â She comforted, seeing how whiny and desperate he was. It didnât help that he was incredibly hard under her.
Her praises were driving him insane and she hadnât even took his pants off yet. âWhaâ What now?â He asks softly, hoping he doesn't sound too desperate.
She was practically drooling over the sight of him. His dick had been teasing her for centuries through his jeans, and she finally had it at her disposal.
He lets out a involuntary gasp as she unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. He blushes as she compliments him on his size. He never thought anyone would say that about him. âI-it's not that big...â
âYouâre so humble.â She smirked. âI donât even think Iâll be able to fit it inside me or my mouth.â She chuckled. âLet me know if itâs too much. Mm gonna sit on it first okay? Donât have a condom so youâre going to have to pull out when you feel it okay?â
He nodded eagerly. âI-Iâll try my best.â
âThatâs all I can ask of you.â She latched her lips onto his lips once more before sliding herself onto him, making their lips disconnect from their moans.
He was a mess from the start. Her pussy was so tight and wet, driving him insane.
He had always imagined what it would feel like but this was even better.
âO-Oh wow.â He whined, âF-Feels so t-tightâ
Y/n bounced on him slowly, allowing him to feel all of her.
âItâs good huh baby?â Y/n cooed. âYouâre so big babyâ
âMmphâ itâs so wetââ He whimpered.
He lets out a gasp, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab onto her hips for support. "F-fuck!"
She was moving her hips in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He moans softly, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.
Y/n took a notice of his actions. âDonât want you being quiet. Iâve waited so long to have you like this.â She stopped moving on top of him.
Jungkook's eyes snap open as Y/n stops moving, his cock throbbing with need and frustration at the sudden lack of stimulation.
He looks up at her with a desperate expression, pleading for her to continue with his actions. "P-please..."
She grabbed his neck subtly, not enough to really hurt him. She turned his chin to the side, âCovered you in so many hickeys, all for you to be quiet now?â
Jungkook's heart races as Y/n grabs his neck, a small whimper escaping his lips at the touch. He looks at her with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his mind racing at the sudden change in her demeanor. "I-I'm sorry...â
âWhatâre you going to do differently if I keep moving?â She growled into his ear. âTell me. Use that pretty mouth.â
Jungkook's breath hitches as Y/n growls in his ear, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallows hard, trying to find the words to answer her question. "I-I'll... I'll make more noise...â
âGood boyâŠâ She began moving again, âMmâ feels so goodâ Y/n moaned into his ear.
Jungkook's eyes roll back in pleasure as Y/n begins moving again, her moans in his ear sending chills down his spine.
He grips the sheets beneath him tightly, his body trembling with need as she bouncing on him. "F-fuck...Iâ never imagined p-pussy would be this goodâ
His desperate pleas sent her over the edge. She loved how he was so whiny and desperate all for her.
âNever baby?â She hummed, her voice sensually whispering against his ear.
Jungkook lets out a low groan as Y/nâs words register in his head, his mind filled with filthy thoughts. He nods his head, unable to find the words to speak. "N-no... I never thought... f-fuck..."
He was absolutely pussydrunk, the feeling of his cock being sunk into her pussy made him go insane.
If he was already obsessed with her before, he knew he was absolutely fucked now. âI-I m-might⊠mmghâŠâ
She knew how lost he was in her pussy, knowing he was close to cumming at any second.
She quickly got up off his cock, making him whimper at the sudden separation.
âCanât have you cum inside baby.â She hushed him, knowing he was about to complain.
âI-I want to cum so badâ Please let meâ He whined.
âYouâre gonna cum baby. I wouldnât do that to you.â She made her way off his lap.
She got in between his legs and on her knees. âGonna suck you off pretty boy.â
She had no problem sucking him off after he was just inside of her. She opened her mouth, licking his tip to test the waters.
He can't help but moan as she licks his tip. He doesn't know what came over him, he bites his lip as she starts bobbing her head up and down on him.
He lets out a deep moan as she takes him all in. He's never felt anything like this before. He tries to hold back, but he can feel himself already getting close. He whined, warning her that he's about to cum.
She let him cum all in her mouth, not dare wasting a single drop as she swallowed.
He couldnât believe what just happened. He's cumming in her mouth and she's swallowing every drop. He's never felt so satisfied in his life. He pulls out and pants. âThank you... that was amazing.â
He was so infatuated with her. He had been beating his dick for years, whining and whimpering in his bedroom at merely the idea of his dick being sucked by her.
He blushes and stutters, trying to find the words. He can't believe what just happened.
âY-you.. it was... amazing. I don't know what to say. Thank you.â He turns to face her, his eyes filled with gratitude as he repeated his thanks.
The two hung out for a bit longer, actually getting her tutoring done. She giggled. âiâll see you at school tomorrow.â She waved as they bid their goodbyes.
He smiles and nods, still in shock about what happened. âY-yeah, see you then.â He watches her shut the door, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe she just sucked his dick, took his virginity, and then he was back to tutoring her.
His dreams finally came true.
àŒâ
The next day she was walking with her friends, and seemed to pass Jungkookâs friends group. She could hear Jungkookâs friends teasing him.
âBro you have a hickey?!â They stared at his neck in amazement, adjusting their glasses to look closely.
Like stated, they were nobodies. All of them. Never had any interactions with women in their lives.
Jungkook covers his neck with his hand, trying to hide the hickey. He didn't realize it was so obvious, but he's glad he got it. He can't stop thinking about last night and her. âSh-shut up gu-guys!â
His face turns bright red, shushing them and trying to avoid any more attention. âF-Fuck this is embarrassing.â He can't help but think about her again and the amazing time they had last night. He's already looking forward to seeing her again and continuing their tutoring sessions.
Y/nâs friends looked over at the boys. âWhat do you think thatâs all about?â They asked amongst themselves.
âWhy does it matter? Probably just some boring video game release. Or maybe a new textbook was added to the library!â One of the girls laughed.
Y/n couldnât help but chuckle to herself, knowing damn well there would be more where that came from.
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Country Living
When he stopped to help you on the side of this lonely country road, you couldnât have been more grateful. You didnât expect your car to breakdown on these desolate backroads. Nor did you expect a lack of cell service. Your years studying in college didnât exactly give you the knowledge on how to diagnose and fix cars. But based on all the smoke, you figured something was wrong.
âAw, don't you worry none, I'm right happy to help y'all out.â He removed his ball cap and ran his hand through his short brown hair, âNameâs Bucky. What brings y'all to this neck of the woods?â
He was certainly taller and more muscular than you- not to mention ripe with the smell of a hard dayâs work. And you could tell he was looking you over, the juxtaposition couldnât have been clearer. Country vs city boy, manual laborer vs keyboard warrior, dropped out of high school vs college educated. The list could go on. But despite the bias you held towards these country folks, you were happy he was helping. And so you introduced yourself and expressed your sincere gratitude. Bucky smiled and gave you a bone crushing handshake.
âAin't no trouble at all, I'm just glad to help out.â He smiled warmly, his dark eyes, while lacking intelligence, were filled with kindness and just a bit of mischief.
He winks at you and you felt your heart flutter for just a moment. Maybe it was the way his stubble framed his tanned face. Or the way the sweat dripped from his muscular arms as he worked on your car. Or perhaps it was the occasional glances he gave you and the sly smirk that told you he knew you were checking him out.
âI reckon I know what's wrong. Just need to grab a tool from my garage.â He said, wiping the sweat from his brow, âYou care to join me? Looks like you could use a sip of somethinâ.â
It was true. In the sweltering heat, you were certainly thirsty. And while part of you wanted to stay with your car, you felt beckoned to go with him. And so you did. You climbed into his pick-up truck and watched as he revved the engine. And before long, you were cruising down the old country road with your car disappearing from sight.
âWell, dang if this ain't my favorite tune!â Bucky said, turning up the volume, âYou figure you into this kinda music?â
It was some country song. One about cars, beer, and living on a farm. Not something youâd listen to voluntarily. But as Bucky sang in his southern twang, you found your foot tapping along. Soon you were mouthing the words, almost as if you knew the song by heart. And a moment later you joined in with him, the two of you putting your hearts into every lyric. You barely noticed the southern twang that garnished your voice.
âWell, I'll be darned! Canât believe you like these kinda tunes. No offense intended, but you don't quite fit the mold, do ya?â He says with a chuckle.
Bucky gives your arm a playful punch and you look down at the exposed, tanned skin of your bicep. Your muscles were contracting and seemingly getting larger, highlighted nicely by the wifebeater that clung tightly to your skin. You look up at Bucky and he gives you a wink. Again, you feel comforted by his kind smile and playful dark eyes. You turn away and absentmindedly run a hand over your growing biceps. So firm and tight, the skin somewhat weathered. But deep down you know something isnât right. Its nagging at you, begging for you to say something. To at least find out whatâs happening to you. You want to tell Bucky, but heâs just pulled up to his garage. Â
âMind givinâ me a hand findinâ my toolkit?â Bucky asks. You nod quickly- your anxiety being pushed deep into your subconsciousness. And as Bucky enters the garage, he pulls off his sweaty wifebeater, âDon't pay me no mind, it sure gets mighty hot 'round these parts. Youâre welcome to do the same.â
And you follow his example. As you do, you catch a whiff of your pits. The musk that invades your nostrils is a far cry from the vegan deodorant you applied this morning. Moreso, your usually well-trimmed pit hair is now a curly damp bush of dark brown hairs that poke out when you lower your arms. The smell makes you dizzy and you feel like you might fall over, but Bucky lends you a hand.
âDonât go faintinâ on me now.â He says with a grin, âWe got a lotta work to do.â
âDon't you worry 'bout me none, I got this here handled.â You say- the words leaving your mouth without much input from your brain. Buckyâs eyes light up and he grins.
âI shoulda known that.â His laugh fills your ears and you swear itâs the most beautiful thing youâve heard. He notices you admiring him, âGotta find those tools now.â
You nod and start rummaging through his garage and workbench. You pick up a wrench and place it down. Then another and another. You never really needed to learn basic mechanic stuff, let alone the names of wrenches. You were more focused on your degree. Your degree in... In...? You stare at the composite wrench in your hand and your eyes narrow. You were studying something at that univer... uni... book-learninâ place of yours, right? Your thoughts are distracted when some oil spills on your hands.
âGosh darnit.â You mutter, wiping the oil on your work jeans. Work jeans that were stained and torn from years of laboring.
You turn towards Bucky to say something, but instead find yourself gawking. His perfect stubble across his face, the sweat gleaming on his firm and toned muscles, and the way his chest hairs frame his pecs. Your dick gets hard and you quickly start to massage your bulge. And when you see how well his work jeans fit tightly around his juicy ass, you canât but help let out a whistle.
âYou say somethinâ?â He asks, turning to face you, âYeehaw! Look at you!â He says, clearly gawking. Â
You turn to catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror and your eyes widen. You bounce your juicy pecs, appreciating the light dusting of hairs that decorate them. You raise your thick, meaty arm and flex, causing your muscles to bulge. And then you look at your face. It had squared out a bit, giving it a masculine edge and your cheeks now sported stubble. You felt powerful, and you couldnât help but continue to flex.
âHey there big fella.â You let out a masculine moan as Bucky comes from behind you, his arm reaching around, and his hand grabbing a fistful of your muscle tit, âYouâre biggerân a bull in springtime!â You just nod, unable to produce words as pleasure courses through you from his teasing hand, âIt sure does get lonesome out here in these parts. Reckon I wouldnât mind some company, if it ainât too much trouble.â
He spins you around, your bodies pressing up against one another. His hand moves down your abs and then down your work jeans. Heâs staring deep into your eyes now, a primal lust replacing the prior warmth from earlier. And for the first time, you feel lost. Scared even. As though youâre going down a path you wouldnât be able to back away from. The end of one chapter of your life and the start of another you werenât sure you wanted.
âWait a minute... somethinâ donât feel right. I... this ainât who I am.â You say, unable to talk like you used to.
âNow, donât go overthinkinâ it. Just keep your eyes on me.â Bucky whispered, his hands working to undo the buckle on your jeans.
You watch as he pulls down your pants and slowly gets down on his knees. Your enlarged, throbbing dick continues to grow, adding inch after inch. Bucky is nearly salivating as he comes face to face with your monster, and without another word, his tongue traces along the shaft. You moan as his mouth expertly works your cock. He bobs up and down, taking its entirety into his mouth. You feel as his hands wrap around your waist and he grabs a fistful of your muscular ass, causing you to let out another deep, masculine moan. You can feel your dick throbbing, your balls growing heavy with your seed. And as he expertly works the head of your cock, you can feel it. Youâre getting close... so close. And then it stops. Youâre breathing heavy now, and you look down at him. A sheen of sweat covers your body, dampening your body hair and filling the air with your country musk.
âWh... whyâd ya stop?â You breath out.
Bucky smirks, âYou sure 'bout this, darlinâ? Leavinâ behind all that city livinâ and book-learninâ? Just you and me, livinâ simple out here?â He licks along your shaft again, âOnce you say yes, thatâs it. No turninâ back, no second thoughts. You sure youâre ready for that?â
Was this what he wanted? To bring you so close? To send you into a horny frenzy? To make it so that in this moment, all youâd be able to say was yes? With a smirk and a wink, he went back to sucking your cock. And as he did, you could feel it. You could feel your brain shrinking. Your memories growing up in suburbia vanished. As were your memories of going to college in the city. Nerdy interests like videogames and comic books vanished from your brain, and you felt terror as you forgot about your friends and family. Everything that made you you was vanishing from your mind. Instead, you could feel new interests: farming, hunting, woodworking, lifting weights, and drinking beer with your husband after a long day. Your fashion sense simplified: wifebeaters and work jeans, and honestly going shirtless was preferred. And as your eyes dimmed to reflect your lack of intelligence, and Bucky bobbed up and down on your dick, you finally came, releasing all of who you used to be. And as you filled your husbandâs eager throat, you blacked out.
If someone told you who you used to be in your past life, Iâm not sure you would go back. When the police came by a few days after your transformation with a missing persons poster of some kid, you had no idea who they were talking about. You quickly forgot all about that encounter. You had more important things like fixing the truck. But before you did that, you should check on Bucky. Itâs been a few days, and your balls were mighty full.
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TALK, TALKâËâč ÊÉ
logan howlett x mutant!reader
cw: fluff, sweet logan
a/n: inspired by the charli xcx song<3 everything in spanish and french is from google translate so if it's incorrect, that why.
you were no stranger to crushes. they always showed up out of the blue; you couldn't help it. all it took was one glance, a smile, a bit of small talk, anything really. none of this changed when he entered your life.
maybe cupid had struck you in the ass at some point.
for weeks, everyone in the mansion knew where your feelings had floated. normally, you try not to develop any crushes on the people you see daily but this guy was different. even sort of dangerous; the thrill excited you.
"you don't understand, storm." you groan, helping her train downstairs. "there's just something about him. i can't explain it."
your dear friend laughs, swinging at the boxing bag again. "i'm not saying not to go after him... just be careful is all."
"well, there's nothing to worry about because he hasn't even talked to me." a small sigh escapes you.
"he hasn't talked to you?" she questions. you shake your head. "that's odd. i wonder why not?"
"well, he keeps to himself." you shrug, thinking of excuses besides the fact that he likely doesn't share the same feelings you do.
"hm... have you tried talking to him?"
"nooo." you giggle nervously. "absolutely not! you know how i get when i actually have to talk to people i have crushes on."
"i know." storm joins in on your laughter. "it's like someone set you on top of a stove; you just start melting."
"it all comes out like, 'blah, blah, blah'."
"you never know, maybe he speaks 'blah, blah, blah' too."
little did storm know that her words would linger around in your head every time you see him.
âËâč ÊÉ
obliviousness was not a trait logan had. he noticed everything; whether he liked it or not. in this case, he didn't mind noticing everything about you.
it started when he saw a shadow following him to the cafeteria, down the hall, and to the training room. he tried to be polite and ignore it; too afraid to scare you off entirely.
a couple days after your talk with storm, charles sent the older mutants out on a mission. this included storm, scott, logan, and yourself. upon the return, all of the older mutants gathered in the kitchen to unwind. you, storm, and kurt sat together at the table. the two of them bickered back and forth about something silly that happened during the mission.
it wasn't fair how good logan looked during the mission. the tight black spandex did wonders for his form. it felt like some high school crush. butterfly's always in your stomach when he looks at you.
on the other side of the room, logan sat in a wooden chair next to hank, with a cigar dangling from his lips. it must've felt like you were burning holes into the side of his head. even storm had to nudge you to look away from him, telling you to stop giving him 'heart eyes'.
"think someone's got a crush on you, pal." hank teases logan. "heard she's been waiting for you to talk to her."
you looked pretty, sitting at the table with a slight red stain on the inside of your lips, matching the flush of red on your cheeks when you notice him catching you staring. logan couldn't think of anything that compare to the ethereal sight before him.
âËâč ÊÉ
the glass of red wine on your hand was now empty, allowing you to excuse yourself from their conversation for a moment. at the counter, you pour yourself another glass; finishing off the bottle. when you turn to toss the bottle in the trash, you bump into someone.
"s-sorry." you squeal before realizing that it was logan that you bumped into.
"no need to apologize." he assures.
one of logan's big wide palms places itself on your waist, helping keep you upright. all of the wine flooded your mind, unable to form a proper sentence.
"dios mĂo, eres tan hermoso." you ramble drunkenly shooting stars from your eyes.
*oh my god, you're so gorgeous.
logan couldn't be more confused by your suddenly language switch but he found it awfully amusing. it wasn't a total surprise, he knew you were incredibly intelligent. charles always sang your praises. if you were even a little bit sober right now, you would be mortified.
"whatcha' thinking about, sweetheart?" he smirks, loving how flustered you became.
little did you know, the 200 year old mutant has definitely picked up on some different languages over his lifetime. to logan it didn't even matter whether or not he understood what you meant, he just wanted you to keep talking.
"je veux embrasser ton joli visage." your tongue runs over your bottom lip.
*wanna kiss your pretty face.
"hm... tell me more." logan purrs into your ear. completely forgetting about everyone else in the room.
"he estado enamorado de ti durante meses, Âżsabes?"
*i've had a crush on you for months, you know?
"je pense Ă toi tous les jours." you step closer, drunk with confidence. "pendant les entraĂźnements, en mission, seule au lit... tout le temps."
*i think about you everyday. during training, on missions, alone in bed... all the time.
"such a smart girl, aren't 'cha, honey?" he groans softly at your words.
it took everything in logan not to kiss you right here, right now. he wanted you to remember the first time he kissed you.
"je veux ĂȘtre ta copine, logan." you whisper in his ear.
*wanna be your girl, logan.
"Âżpuedes guardar mi secreto?"
*can you keep my secret?
he never wanted you to stop talking; loving every word that falls from your foreign lips.
it wasn't long until storm, pulls you away hoping she caught you before you said anything you would regret. logan didn't mind, too excited to see you in the morning.
âËâč ÊÉ
when you woke up, your head was pounding. nothing worse than a wine hangover. you couldn't remember anything after jean poured you a third glass of wine. you took two aspirins and laid in bed for an extra hour before you finally made it downstairs for breakfast.
logan smelled your lavender scented shampoo the second you stepped out of your room. he had been downstairs waiting for you. everyone had already started their day, off either teaching or training. not him though, he had different plans for his day.
"morning." logan said to you as you walked into the kitchen. your heart fluttered, he could hear it.
"good morning." you reply meekly as you grab a plate and some utensils.
he sips on his plain black coffee while you place two waffles and some fruit onto your plate. theres a small stack of books next to logan on the table but you don't give it a second glance.
"wanna sit?" he asks you.
this was a completely different side of logan compared to the usually grumpy version of him that everyone sees.
"sure."
"did you have fun last night?"
he needed to test the waters on what you remember. by the late arrival to breakfast, logan's guess was not much.
"would you believe me if i said that i can't remember much?" you giggle nervously as you bite into a strawberry. "i was probably being boring in some corner."
you couldn't have been more wrong, logan thinks to himself. the two of you have some small talk for a while, enjoying each others company. this wasn't helping your crush from spreading.
once you cleared your plate and logan finished his coffee, both of you get up to place your dishes into the sink when you noticed the books in logan's hands. one spine read 'beginners guide to french' and the other read 'spanish for dummies'.
in a flash, everything came hurtling back at you full speed. this wasn't yours and logan's first conversation alone together.
"¿Qué pasa cariño?" logan asks, voice filled with desire as he cages you against the sink. his lips ghosted over your own; tempting you beyond your strengths. "je pensais que tu voulais que je te parle ?"
*what's wrong, sweetheart?
*i thought you wanted me to talk to you?
"et merde." you whisper before pulling on the collar of his flannel, smashing his lips into yours.
*fuck it.
the sheer taste of the other drove both of you insane. the mix of logan's coffee and tobacco contrasting with your sweet syrup and fruity taste was intoxicating. you pull back, needing to catch your breath. logan's lips moved south, sucking a dark purple bruise on your pulse point.
"better than i imaged." logan groans, obsessed with your every being.
"imagine si tu m'avais parlé plus tÎt ?" you wink down at him.
*imagine if you had talked to me sooner?
logan chuckles, bending to pick you up. "love that mouth of yours, sweetheart. lets see what other languages it speaks."
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synopsis: Falling for your best friend wasn't on your check list for high school. As if that wasn't enough to break your heart, his odd behaviour only added fuel to the fire along with a new crush of his. Who knew that odd behaviour would soon turn into a secret truth that you'd discover after his valiant effort of hiding.
pairings: spiderman!jake x afab!reader
genre: best friends to lovers, unrequited love, miscommunications, spiderman au, angst, romance, fluff
warning(s): profanities, mentions of alcohol, party, violence, injury
wc: 10k
a/n: tried something new! a little birthday gift from me <3 please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx
masterlist | © jaylver all rights reserved.
Falling in love with your guy best friend was probably the worst thing ever to experience when it came to girlhood.
High school should be fun, right? Being a teenager should be fun, right? Well, that wasn't exactly the case when you found yourself feeling more than just a mere liking towards Jake Sim, the guy best friend you mentioned and was entirely, love sickeningly, in love with.Â
Jake Sim was the first guy you actually built a solid friendship with. It first started when he sat beside you in calculus, then you realised you had more classes with him and a friendship eventually developed when you started acknowledging each other. One class together soon turned into years spent with one another. You knew his family and he knew yours. Nothing could ever break the bond between you and him.
You just couldn't help but notice a slight change in him after the death of his uncle, Ben. At first, you figured it might've been grief, trying your best to offer your utmost support. But as months flew by, the oddness persisted. He would disappear in between classes, sometimes standing you up at places you were at together and returning a little scathed, making it up to you by promising for a redo hang out. All of that was weird. Let's not get started on the fact he caught your stuff falling way too many times, even when his head was faced away, his hand would reach out first. In his words, he called it his 'spidey sense', whatever that meant.
However, you never doubted him. He was still the best friend you had, even if he had some tweaks to him. You never once questioned him or brought up your suspicions, but this time, you couldn't help yourself from bombarding him with questions when he broke the news to you.
"I think I have a crush," Jake announced the moment he was in your presence, sounding a little out of breath considering he made a run to the cafeteria. The tray of food was untouched, quite unlike him since he always dug into his food first.
"You 'think'?" You hummed, ignoring the mixed feelings you had blaring loudly.Â
"Okay, I know I have a crush," he has yet to start eating, just staring expectantly at you, eyebrows furrowed at the nonchalant and dismissiveness in your tone.Â
"You're being for real?" You finally turned your head to meet his eyes, placing your fork down.Â
"I am! I think it's kinda crazy," his eyes twinkled, something quite rare but only you knew, like a comet in the sky.Â
"Who is it?"
"Gwen,"
"Gwen? Gwen Stacy?" You swallowed back a frown that was itching to make its way to your lips, masking it with your best shot of shock instead of disappointment. Of course it was the golden girl, what a cliche plot.
He nodded, a small smile rested on his face as he started digging into his food. "We ⊠talked? Talked about some science things, about Oscorp, about the things she's working on. Oh yeah, she said there's this party on Saturday and wondered if I wanted to go, I said I wanted to bring a friend and she's cool with it,"
"I assume I'm that friend, then?" You poked at your food, suddenly losing your appetite as the conversation progressed.
"No, it's Carlosâof course it's you, dumbass," he flicked at your forehead, earning a firm scowl from you. "You're my best friend, my only ever, I'd be insane to think otherwise,"
You chewed at your lips, not because you were contemplating whether you should or shouldn't go, but it was mainly due to the word 'best friend' that got your attention. There goes your hope down the drain. First, being told your best friend who you have a crush on already has his eyes on someone else, then, getting friendzoned by that same exact guy, all in one shot. It's brutal out here.
"So what do you say?" Jake's voice broke the momentary silence, noticing your dazed expression. You snapped out of it almost immediately.
"I'll go,"
"Really?"
"Do you want me to say no instead �" You raised an eyebrow, watching him scrambling at your words.
"Nâno! I'm just shocked and very glad you agreed to come," he managed a laugh, which turned into a smile.Â
"Am I going to get ditched that night because you want to get your dick wet?"
Jake scrunched his face up in a look of disgust. "Can you not? I don't need you to say that. And no, I'm not going to ditch you,"
"I'm holding you to it."
Jake shot you a wink, earning a figuratively loud eye roll from you. His laughter filled your ears, and though you managed a smile, you found yourself feeling the opposite internally. You knew you shouldn't feel this way, it's not like you were even in a relationship with him in the first place. But God, why did it hurt so bad?
Who told you friends to lovers was cool when it was unrequited and one sided all along.
"You know, you look good either way,"
Jake Sim was sitting on the edge of your bed watching you put on makeup and getting ready. It was a few hours before the party and Jake had turned up looking nervous, wearing that lucky graphic tee of his that you recognised quickly. Your teasing definitely didn't make him smile, and you soon realised that the crush he had was actually serious.
You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow despite feeling the giddiness from the effects of his nonchalant words. He has to stop that. "Are you trying to butter me up to get me to move quicker?"
"Whaaat? No way. You genuinely look good whether or not you have makeup on, seriously," he was genuine, you could tell, but you knew him better than anything. It was quite a fatal flaw.
"Give me ten minutes to finish the other eye then we can leave."
At that, Jake sighed in relief and fell back onto your bed, kicking his legs patiently. He couldn't stop talking about the party and the people who'd be there, but honestly, you could tell he was just trying to not bring up Gwen at any given moment. Knowing that, you wished the mascara wand would just poke into your eye, maybe it'd hurt less compared to how your heart felt.
"Does my shirt look lameâ"
"Dude, shut up," just before you and Jake entered the house, he was asking for another reassurance. First, it was his hair, then his shoes, and every other piece of clothing, leaving his shirt for last. It took everything in you to not punch him along the way there. "I swear, no one will care. If anything, isn't that your lucky shirt?"
"It is my lucky shirt. But whether or not that lucky shirt looks good, that's the case," he glanced down at his graphic shirt, a picture of a rock band from the 2000s staring back at him.
"Trust me, if it's ugly, I would've asked you to change, now shut up and get your ass in there before I leave you here," you huffed and continued walking, hearing him mutter something before catching up with you.Â
Upon entering the house, you figured it was as underwhelming as you expected. The smell of sweat and flavoured smoke filled the air, high school students lingered around as the music blasted. You should've probably stayed home.
"So, you got your pick up lines ready?" You thrusted a cup of fruit punch into his hands, tilting your head in question.Â
Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm afraid Google has failed me on that one," he looked around the room, shoulders tense.
"Calm down, big guy. You're acting like you're being hunted down. She's not that scary," you patted his shoulders as he took a swig out of his cup.
"Not scary? Says the one without a crush,"
How ironic.
You brushed it off, finding yourself taking a big gulp as well. He was oblivious and you were just stupid. Stupidly in love with your best friend who has his eyes set on another girl. Perfect.
"I think I see her," you followed his line of sight, spotting a blonde in the midst of the crowd almost immediately. She made her way through, parting the mass with a certain grace to her aura.Â
Jake looked back at you, a mix of conflict written in his features. You read him well, too well. You offered a smile. "Go, go talk to her. Just text me when you're leaving, okay? You said you're not going to ditch me,"
"I won't," he laughed, but there was a certainty in his tone.Â
"Then go, what are you waiting for? I'm expecting a whole loads of information by the end of the night," you gave him a slight push, but you could see the small reluctance he had. "Go!" Off he went into the crowds and gravitated towards her.Â
You couldn't bear to witness it all, watching him leaning down as she laughed into his ear. The feeling of bitter jealously coursed through your veins, it was evil, so evil, but you couldn't help it. At the end, you had to remind yourself, he wasn't yours in the first place. He wasn't yours to lose.
Turning your back to them, you sat alone in a stranger's kitchen and fought off the temptation of getting drunk. Instead, you indulged in the leftover pizzas left on the counter, letting a random girl join you and overshare secrets. Wallowing in self pity was probably not what you had in store for the night.
Almost as fast as you had arrived, it was already past midnight in a blink of an eye. You realised your curfew was around the corner and it was time to signal Jake to leave too. Glancing at your phone, you were surprised to see zero messages from your best friend. Weird.
You stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, seeing a bunch of people passed out at the oddest spots, only a few still awake. One of them was surprisingly Gwen, the goody two shoes you had in mind was actually staying up past your curfew. You heaved a distressed yet exasperated sigh, walking towards her.Â
"Hey, Gwen," you hoped she remembered you, considering you were in the same Chemistry class as her.
"Oh, hey. Y/N, right?" She flashed you a sweet smile, and it was painful to know how likeable and nice she was. You couldn't even bring yourself to hate her.Â
"Right. Sorry for interrupting, but have you seen Jake around? The last time I saw him was with you," you unknowingly chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, taking the frown on her lips as a bad sign.
"He left," that was the least expected thing you anticipated as a response.
"He ⊠left?" You repeated incredulously, almost as if she hadn't made it clear enough for you.
"Yeah, he suddenly said he needed to leave ⊠in the middle of our conversation. An emergency or something. Kinda weird but kinda cute," she laughed, but you were holding back a disdainful scowl, reserved for both Jake and her, but most specifically Jake Sim. "Why? Were you with him?"
You bit back an immediate reply. As much as you wanted to say 'yes', you didn't want to blow off his chance either. "No, just ⊠checking. He said he was coming tonight,"
"Oh, I see,"Â
"Yeah," you nodded rather stiffly and awkwardly. "I'll get going now, thanks,"
"See ya, Y/N. Until our next class," she gave you a salute, a melodious laugh escaping her lips.
You couldn't resist a smile either, saluting her back. There was a charm to her that affected people, it was understandable that Jake was charmed, but you hated to know that, and you did not want to understand it. For now, he was dead to you, just like how he has left you to yourself in the middle of a party at midnight. Was he Cinderella? Glad to know you weren't the only one who he pulled the disappearing act on.Â
Clutching onto your jacket tight, you cursed every cuss words there were under your breath, all of which were dedicated to Jake. He had the audacity to leave without even leaving you a text, and that got you walking home in the dangerous night of New York City. Thanks a fucking lot. To say you were seething was an understatement.
You hated the streets of New York especially at night. To prove your hatred further, you just had to be at threat of an armed robbery there and then.Â
"Hey! You there!" A dark figure approached from a distance, pointing at you. Oh God. "Got some money on you?" This couldn't be happening.Â
"Nâno," you said quietly, backing up quickly. His footsteps thundered loudly against the pavement, seemingly getting closer.Â
"Don't lie, I see that purse on you,"
"I'm a broke high school student, leave me alone!" Was it sad to say that you were yelling the brutal truth to him?
"I don't care. Give me your purseâ" his threat almost had you running in the opposite direction, but his sentence was never finished. Instead, a sharp unfamiliar noise shot through the silence, and a second figure in the distance appeared. That wasn't his partner, right?
Panic coursed through you, and yelling out was most likely the worst idea you had in ages. "Hello?"Â
Silence.Â
"Hello? Can I leave now?"Â
"Yeah, you can," the figure walked under the lamp post, revealing himself.Â
Spiderman?Â
Clad in red and a mask over his head, he stepped towards you ever so casually, whereas you stood there absolutely stunned to even move. It wasn't an everyday occurance where you could personally meet the hero in flesh. The media might've painted him as some criminal, but to you and many other citizens, you knew that wasn't the truth.
"Spiderman," you greeted, anxiety lowered knowing you weren't getting robbed now. "Thanks forâthat," you waved in the direction of where the man originally was.
"No worries," you noticed his voice seemed familiar, but before you could think more about it, he spoke with a sudden deeper octave. "It'sâuhânot safe out here. What are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, for starters, my friend left me at a party that we were supposed to leave together without telling me, and now I'm walking home alone, until I almost got robbed," it was clear that anger and bitterness laced your voice, a deep frown etched on your face as you told Spiderman your concerns.
"Sorry," his voice became lighter, somehow sincere, which made you tilt your head in question. "IâI mean, sorry that he did that to you," he cleared his throat, straightening his spine and returning back to that deep voice.Â
"I don't know what's up with him. He could've left me a text,"Â
He muttered something inaudible under his breath, then turned his focus back on you. "I'm sure he's very sorry, and maybe he's got a reason too. Try hearing him out,"
"I will. I always do. I'm just hurt, it's complicated,"Â
"What? What do you mean complicated?"
You shrugged, hugging your purse close to your chest. "It's nothing. I don't think Spiderman will be interested in my matters with my best friend. I'll leave you to your hero stuff and head home now. Thanks for saving me and the 20 dollars in my wallet,"
"WellâIâwait," before you could fully turn around and leave, his hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. "Let me walk you home. It's not safe,"
"Wouldn't it be weird if I turned up at my apartment lobby with Spiderman?" You crossed your arm, making quite a fair point.Â
"You're right. What about I give you a swing?"
"What?"
Swinging around New York City was definitely an unforgettable but scary experience. You clung onto Spiderman, screaming like a madwoman as he had his arm wrapped around your waist. The touch was as familiar as his voice, hard to put a finger on but almost feeling like you've known him for years.Â
You were about to point out your apartment but he had already beat you to it, not even needing you to tell you which floor or window it was, landing on the fire escape right in front of your bedroom window. That just further proved your familiarity towards him.Â
He pulled your window open, signalling you to head in, but you were stuck staring at him, both in shock from the swing and the way he knew your place.Â
"How did youâ"
"Bye! Goodnight!"
You watched as he avoided your question and shot a web out to swing to some other building, leaving you stunned. How were you going to recover from this?
10/10 experience. Spiderman might just be your casual crush to get away from the thoughts of Jake.Â
'BREAKING NEWS: bank robbery in downtown last night caused a chaotic and frantic disturbance, luckily, Spiderman was there to save the day and catch the robbers before anything major happened. Is he really as bad as they make him to be?'
The news of Spiderman saving a bank from a robbery right before your personal near robbery experience had you amused. The videos of him beating up the robbers and using his webs to tie them up were going viral all over the internet, even people in school were talking about it.
You were standing at your locker, digging for some textbooks before class started when Jake Sim himself appeared beside you. His presence was announced before he even spoke, but you didn't bother to spare him a glance.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry about last night," he was heaving in breaths, as if he had ran across the school to find you, maybe he did.
"Oh, were you?" You clicked your tongue, suddenly finding the random piece of paper in your locker fascinating.Â
"I am. Seriously, Y/N. I know I'm an asshole for that, I'm sorry for not texting you earlier and letting you knowâ"
"Jake, this isn't the first time you bailed on me," you cut him off, slamming your locker door close and turning to face him. The bruise beside his right eye caught your attention, and suddenly, your anger seemed to have sizzled away. "What the hell happened to your eye?"
It has become a common practice by now apparently. Jake disappearing and turning up with some kind of injury. Like always, he just brushed you off. "It's nothing, don't worry. It's not about me, it's about you. I fucked up this time and I know it, I'm sorry. An emergency with Aunt May came up aâand I had to go home early, I was too caught up in the moment to let you know. I'm sorry, really,"
You considered his apology for a moment. He was sincere, you knew that, but there was a certain dishonesty to his explanation. However, you didn't want to press on further either. "I understand. You probably always have a reason, it's just that I hate it when you disappear on me without telling me. I almost got robbed last night!"
It took him almost a few seconds to register, then another few more to compute a reaction. "What? Are you okay?"
"I'm standing here, aren't I? Spiderman saved my ass,"Â
"Spiderman?"
"Yeah, Spiderman. That guy who swings around New York. He saved me from some guy that was about rob me, because someone over here decided to leave early,"
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm just glad you're alright,"Â
"Well, thank fuck I am," you crossed your arms, staring pointedly at Jake.Â
He dug something out of his backpack, a paper bag of some sort materialized in his hand. "I got you some of your favourite cookies and donuts. As a form of apology,"
You took the bag from him, glancing between him and it. "You can't just buy your way into an apology,"
"You accepted it, you took the bag,"Â
You rolled your eyes, unable to bite back. "Whatever," you reached in for a cookie and started walking away from your locker, hearing Jake scurrying to join your side.
"So, we're cool?"
You took a brief glance at him, taking a bite out of your cookie. "We are,"
Jake wasn't fully convinced, however. He knew you and your patterns, and he definitely knew which tricks to pull to make it better. "How about I treat you to some Chinese food tonight?"
That piqued your interest, an eyebrow raised at his question. "The one downtown?"
"That one,"
"You sure know how to get on my good side, Sim," you nudged his side, falling into one of his tricks once again. "Too well,"
"I know my ways to get to your heart, don't underestimate me," he said in a lighthearted tone, but God, you wished he would actually find his way into your heart. "Anyway, how wasâuhâSpiderman, last night? Excusing your near robbery experience," he winced at the last part, though in reality, the accident hadn't shaken you as much as he had thought.
"He was nice! A little awkward but I kinda get it. He swung me back to my place, which was weird because he knew which window and level it was," you pursed your lips in deep thought, failed to realise the widened eyes from Jake and the panic that filled them.
"Mâmaybe, it was a wild guess," he said shakily.
"Wild guess? Don't bullshit me, Sim. A smart guy like you would know it's hard to do so," you waved him off, continuing to venture into your theories.
"Maybe he has some kind of sixth sense," he laughed rather stiffly, earning a suspicious narrowed stare from you.Â
"Okay, big head, quit acting so weird. Let's just get calculus over with and then stop by that ice cream place after school, what do you say?"Â
Jake's shoulders visibly relaxed, a sense of relief overtook his features. What was that about? "Sure. My treat,"
"God, Sim, you have to stop treating me or else I'll fall in love with you," you joked, even as it came out lighthearted, it was filled with a painful truth that you kept as a secret.
"Then fall in love with me."
You froze, almost unblinking. Something so intimate yet controversial had left his lips like it was nothing. It was probably nothing to him, maybe a mere joke even, considering how he let out a small laugh and smiled at your reaction. You tried to pretend it was nothing, but it wasn't nothing, not to you.Â
For a second, you wished you weren't already in love with Jake.
Trying to be happy for your best friend shouldn't be hard, but why were you struggling with it so much?
First, you were literally in love with him. Yes, you've come to the conclusion that you 'L' word him, the big 'L'. Seeing him list out the things Gwen likes and hates reminded you of yourself knowing him equally that much too, which only pained you more than it reassured you. Second, he has been hanging out with her more. Not that you were completely friendless and have no one to hang with, but Jake was Jake, he was your best friend, and losing your best friend was the worst thing to happen.Â
You didn't lose him, no, but it felt like you had. He barely made time for you, being caught up with Gwen, dates and school work, how could he not manage to squeeze you in there? You've always made time for him no matter what the occasion was, so knowing he didn't do the same for you just had you dying internally.Â
It was a quiet evening in New York. The sun had just set and you were walking home from grabbing an early dinner alone. This time around, you were smarter than the previous round. Armed with pepper spray and a pocket knife, you prayed on a shooting star that an unfortunate incident would never ever happen once more.Â
You were practically in your own world to even realise or hear footsteps approaching you from behind. By the time you did, your fight or flight mode was activated, almost throwing out a punch, just to freeze upon figuring out who it actually was. Spiderman.
"Walking home alone?" He kept up with your pace as you recovered from a momentary fright.
"Stalking me?" You wondered how he even spotted you in the first place. In the big city of New York, he's coincidentally strolling down the same street as you? As if. "Scared me, you know? Thought it was another round of getting robbed,"
"I'd be there to fight them off if that happens," he said with utmost confidence that it had you laughing a little, shaking your head in disbelief. Why did he remind you of Jake? It's a sign you should stop thinking so much about him.
"Really? I kinda doubt it. Unless you're keeping an eye on me or something, stalker," you teased him, egging him on further.Â
"I'm not stalking you," his tone gave away the withering confidence of his. You smiled, feeling his lingering gaze on your face. Maybe it was just your mind that's overthinking, but his mannerisms reminded you too much of your best friend. It was in the way he walked, talked and how he normally did this thing where he walked with you and cast glances at you from time to time. Every little detail that you wished you couldn't list out was a part of the city's hero.Â
He cleared his throat, straightening his back, trying to rebuild that confidence he originally carried. "So ⊠how are things between you and your friend?"
"The one that stood me up at the party?"
He choked a little, but regardless, he nodded his head. "Yâyeah,"
You couldn't hold in a sigh from escaping your lips. Just thinking about Jake had you huffing in frustration. Spiderman picked up on it, shifting slightly beside you. "I guess not ⊠good? Haven't seen him much and he hasn't been bothering to hang out with me anymore. I mean, I get he's making moves but why can't he just manage a little time for me? Maybe I'm too selfish butâ" he's not mine anyway. You bite your tongue, holding back what you really wanted to say.Â
The hero beside you was silent for a bit, as if walking on eggshells and picking the best words to say. "I think he'd come around," he said slowly, "he'd say a couple of sorrys, and you should tell him what's on your mind. Let him know. He'll understand,"Â
You chewed on your bottom lips, considering the possibilities, but totally also not expecting to get advice from the Spiderman like it was some counselling session. "I know he'll listen. He always does. But I don't want anything to change between us,"
"Nothing will change," he said with a kind of certainty that even you didn't doubt. How did he know? Who was he to judge? You didn't say anything, but just nodded. You knew Jake wasn't the type to argue nor take your words lightly, but you shudder at the thought of a confrontation, not that it was your first with him, but it felt much more emotional this time.
"I hope so. I miss himâoh, my place is around the corner, I can manage myself," you stopped before a turn around the corner, Spiderman following suit.Â
Standing before him only increased your curiosity about his identity. Who was he? He was hiding under a mask that shielded his face, but something about him seemed less foreign than expected.Â
"Oâoh, then I guess I should get away too. Swing around the city and see whose ass to beat," he laughed awkwardly, a hand automatically reaching for the back of his neck, just like something Jake would do too. You shook that thought away. "Goodnight ⊠stranger,"
"It's Y/N," you didn't hesitate to tell him your name, he saved your life, a little information about yourself wouldn't hurt despite him being a total stranger still. "Goodnight, spider boy."
You turned around the corner, leaving the hero standing there, bewildered and helpless. It was hard to ignore the pit in your stomach that carved deeper and deeper. He reminded you too much of your best friend, and strangely, that was probably the reason why you felt gradually attached to him, a stranger that resembled the ghost of a guy you liked but couldn't have.Â
The space of your apartment was dark and soulless once you stepped into it. Your parents worked late as always, meaning you were alone most of the time, and this was one of them. Maybe it was the atmosphere and the countless wishful thinking, but a sense of despair knocked on the door of your heart.Â
By the end of the night, you laid awake in bed thinking about what Spiderman had said. Nothing will change. That was exactly what you wished for too, that your dynamic with Jake was never to change, but how was that to happen when he's got a girl around? Eventually, you're not just going to lose the guy you loved, but your best friend as a whole.
Your train wreck of thoughts were interrupted the moment you heard a knock on your window. That knock turned into a tune that you knew too well. Sitting up straight in bed, you spotted the figure standing by your window out on the fire escape. Jake.Â
At this point, you weren't even going to figure out how he got up this high on the fire escape. It was one too many times of him avoiding your question and you ended up dropping the matter too. Yet, curiosity itched your mind.Â
Unamused at the fact that he turned up at possibly the wrong timing, you dragged your legs over to the window, meeting his bashful gaze. He offered a crooked grin, but your narrowed eyes only shot it back into a frown.
"Explain to me why you're here? It's midnight, Aunt May would be worried about you," your window was opened now, but you stood in the way before he could climb through, an interrogative look of yours stared at him accusingly.
"I told her I'd be over at yours," he answered cheekily. "Just like the old times, eh?"
Judging from your unbudging stance and eyes practically shooting lazers, Jake knew he had struck a nerve that have been left untreated for far too long. He sighed a defeated breath, squeezing through forcefully and dropping his backpack onto the ground.Â
"I know," he didn't need to say much, yet he conveyed more than needed. "I've been a shitty best friend,"
It was your turn to sigh. You shook your head, averted your gaze to the ground and stepped aside, giving him more space. "You know a 'sorry' alone won't cut it this time,"
He followed your every movement, joining you to sit on the edge of your bed, a small space in between separated you and him. "I know. But I really am sorry, Y/N. I mean it,"
"I just want you to be honest with me, Jake. I know you're busy, I know you're trying to get the girl of your dreams or whatever, good for you, but it feels like you've forgotten about me or something,"
"I didn't forget about you. How could I ever?"
"Well, then stop acting like it! A text would suffice," you stood up, back facing him just so you could hide your face from him and the tears welling up in your eyes.Â
"Y/N," he grabbed a hold of your wrist, cold fingers wrapped around your skin, his touch ever so gentle. "I'm sorry. I know I fucked up ⊠many times, and a single 'sorry' wouldn't make up all the hurt I caused you, bâbut there's a reason why,"
"What is it then?" You whirled around to face him, the dark of the room casted a shadow over his face, bringing out the fatigue and injury on his delicate features. "What the fuck, Jake? Are you hurt again?"
"It's nothing,"
"You said it's nothing every time you turned up hurt, and I never ask many questions, but Jake, it feels like you're hiding something from me," your hand reached up for his face, hovering over the bruises and mild cuts on his lips and skin. "I don't know you anymore,"
Jake moved his face away a little, grabbing that hand of yours which hovered over his face, lacing his fingers into yours, the rough surface of skin contrasting your soft touch. "IâI wish I could tell you what it is right now, Y/N, I really do, but it's not the right time. I need you to trust me, I need you to believe me, I don't want to hurt you,"
There was a moment of silence where you stood before him, hands intertwined with his, your hurtful gaze scanning his every feature that you knew too well. Jake never lied to you, you knew that, but why couldn't you fully trust him this time? There was a sense of truth and lie hidden behind his words, but you knew one thing, he was genuine. Yet, it wasn't enough.Â
"Let me make it up to you. There's this carnival in the city tomorrow night, you and I, hang out, what do you say?" He tried offering a smile, which eventually turned uncertain. "We can spend the entire day together. Just you and me,"
"No bailing on me this time?"
"Promise,"
"You do?"
He held up your interlocked hands, then intertwined your's and his pinky fingers together, something you and him always did when it came to serious promises despite the childishness to the whole pinky promises thing. "Promise," he repeated.Â
"I believe you, Jake. I always do, and I just don't want you to get yourself in danger, whatever it is that you're doing. Whenever you turn up bruised and beaten, IâI just feel helpless, and you push me away every time,"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, taking your interlocked hands and placing them on his chest, near to where his heart resided. "I promise to tell you the truth soon. I just need to be ready,"
"When you're ready," you gave his hand an affirming squeeze, a reassuring smile creeping up onto your lips. "Do you want to stay over?"
"I didn't turn up with a packed bag for nothing," he laughed, the air lightening up much more compared to earlier. "I'll sleep on the ground like always,"
Once you were done manoeuvring and setting up the sleeping bag for Jake, you were finally in bed for the second time that night, except now, you had Jake sleeping on the ground beside your bed. It wasn't a rare occasion having him sleep over, just maybe this time it was a tad bit more awkward given the situation you had earlier.Â
"Jake," you spoke into the darkness, your eyes trained on that one spot on your ceiling.Â
He hummed back in response.Â
"Nothing has changed between us, right?"
A beat of silence, the whirring of your A/C was what remained. Then, he spoke. "No. Nothing's ever going to change. Nothing will change,"Â
It sounded familiar, the way he said it and the enunciation he had in every word. You shook it off, given the late night and a mushy brain, you didn't give it a second thought.Â
"I'm glad. Goodnight, Jake."
"Goodnight."
Despite the reassurance from Jake, you descended into sleep with a pit in your gut. You could barely sleep with him next to you, thinking you could find a cure to every trouble that existed between you and him to fix it all. How could he say there'd be no changes when there's a bigger crack forming on your heart?
The next morning was like any other whenever Jake stayed over. An empty kitchen that allowed you to make some simple breakfast and after, you bid Jake goodbye for the moment before meeting him later on that day.Â
Upon stepping into your room, you spotted a black lump sitting under the window. It was Jake's backpack. He was already long gone from your apartment by then.Â
You advanced towards his backpack, held it up to move it somewhere else, but it only caused the contents inside to spill out. Knowing how clumsy Jake always was, you figured his backpack had been unzipped the entire time.
You glanced at the pile of mess littered on your floor, a clump of red catching your eyes amongst the rest. Curiosity got the best of you despite knowing you shouldn't pry, but the moment your fingers made contact with it, the question marks in your head increased by tenfold.
Spandex material. You pinched it at first, feeling the material against your skin, then you finally got the guts to hold it up entirely, revealing something far beyond expectations.Â
Spiderman suit?
Was it a fake one? Jake could've always bought it from Amazon. You held it closer for inspection, noticing how it was worn out, slight tears on the bottoms. It couldn't be a fake, something in you knew. The dried blood stains on some spots gave it away.Â
Everything made sense to you now. Jake being secretive, hiding the truth from you every time you asked, turning up hurt and disappearing at random times just for the news to report Spiderman's appearance after. All of them were finally connected in your head, and revelations about his suspiciousness were known by you.
It hit you. Jake was spiderman. Your best friend was that vigilante swinging around the city saving people and fighting crimes. He was the one who walked and swung you home. He always knew.
You let out a breath of disbelief, knees feeling weak and head spinning. How were you to shoulder the truth after this? Pretend like nothing's wrong when everything is wrong and weird. It was practically impossible to patch up the existing crack that continued to worsen.Â
Shoving Jake's belongings back into the bag, you shouldered it and made your way to his place. Your mind was in a haze, the thought of him being Spiderman was hard to wrap around. Sometimes ignorance was genuinely bliss, you wished this was one of those times.Â
You didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that Jake wasn't home when you turned up at his door, meeting a confused looking Aunt May instead. Apparently, Jake went out in search of his backpack that was currently in your hands, so you had no choice but to call him and wait for him to be back.Â
How could you not have spotted it sooner? Now that you're in his bedroom for possibly the millionth time, everything seems clearer. The map of the city stuck on his wall which had random scribbles and locations circled in red marker ink stood out to you, the box of medicine and ointments sat on his bedside table that you frequently ignored. All the signs were presented before your eyes without your knowledge.
"Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting," Jake closed his bedroom door after almost half an hour of waiting for his appearance. His hair was dishevelled, clearly panicked and alarmed.Â
"No, it's okay, we're supposed to meet up anyway," you sat up from lying on his bed, nodding at the backpack sitting on his desk. "Got your baby back,"
"Oh my God," he crossed the room with big steps and had zero hesitation when it came to unzipping it to check his belongings. "Did I leave it at your place?"
"You did,"Â
"Thought I left it out there somewhere," he murmured under his breath, then zipped the bag up. You knew why he was so secretive, and it made even more sense why he always brought it around.Â
Jake most likely felt your wandering eyes on him judging from the way he spun around and shielded his bag from view, trying to divert your attention away. "Want to watch a movie?"
How could you possibly say no? That sly prick.
You didn't indulge in his suspicious behaviour further now that you were aware of his secret, though you pretended not to. He did say he would reveal it to you soon, but that 'soon' was quite unknown. At this point, you didn't know who was going to be the first one to reveal it. Either you or him.
You spent half of the day binging on movies, ate an early dinner and then walked to the carnival together. Along the way there, you couldn't stop yourself from taking quick glances at Jake. The street lights illuminated his features under the darkening sky, the loud chatter of the crowd drowned out and it was only him in your world. Even as he asked you questions, you blindly nodded to most of them.Â
How could you not fall for him? He bought you drinks without question, won you prizes at those booths, held your hand as you walked through the crowds. It was as if Jake Sim himself was blind enough to not know what he was doing to you.Â
"Enjoying the night?" Jake threw his arm around your shoulder ever so casually that it had you holding your breath for a minute.
"You won me a big bear, of course I am," you held onto the stuffed toy tightly, grinning at the memory of Jake winning during his first try.Â
"What's next? Wanna stop by that art and craft booth then we go on the ferris wheel?" Jake definitely did know his way into your heart.
"Sounds good,"Â
You thought the night would eventually end with peace and quiet, but before it could even end, it had been ruined beyond belief.Â
The big screen suddenly flashed to a news reporter, the background looking chaotic and people were fleeing. It was live news, the whole thing was happening as you breathed. You and Jake stood rooted, staring at the big screen just like many others did, listening in on the broadcast.
'Just in, a monstrous creature was seen terrorizing and climbing along the Oscorp building. It was spotted not long ago, but now it has disappeared into the building, its whereabouts unknown. Workers of Oscorp have fled the building, but not all of them, some were said to be present in the building until now.'
You glanced at Jake, a sinking feeling in your gut. It was a sour thought knowing he's about to get himself in danger yet again, but having him bailing once more cut deeper than a falling knife. As a human, you wanted him to save lives and the city. However, you were also his best friend, and you hated to be selfish, but you just wanted him to be there without having to leave every single moment.
The conflict in your eyes matched Jake's, who was evidently struggling with himself. You tried to mask it, yet hurt and sadness was hard to ignore or hide.Â
"Oscorp ⊠Gwen," the faint hush of a murmur was audible under his breath, causing you to cock your head at him.
"What?"Â
"IâI, Y/N, I have an emergency," he removed his arm around you, the hold on his backpack strap tightened.Â
"Jake," to scream at him? Let him leave? All of the above? You struggled with your emotions as you tried to understand and empathise, you always did, but couldn't you just have him this one time?
"I'm sorry âŠ" his voice was weak, he knew how much pain and hurt he caused you, and retreating away from your disappointed face wasn't going to solve anything, just the problem downtown, but not the cracks that were forming right now.
"I know, Jake," you shouted when he was a distance away from you. He turned around, eyes widened and pupils blown, a mix of confusion and surprise painted his features. "I know about you,"
He was breathless, he didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He left without a trace, and once again, you were left alone to fend for yourself. You wanted to understand, you do, but it was hard.Â
You glanced at the big screen for one last time, uttering a silent curse under your breath, and decided to head to where the scene was. Crazy? Stupid? You were everything described. That was probably why you and Jake were best friends.Â
Taking the cab was one of the stupidest decisions you made, and that excluded the part where you're literally bringing yourself to danger. Thanks to whatever that was terrorising the Oscorp building, the traffic was heavier than usual, so you had no choice but to run on foot. It was the most running you ever did all year.
You wondered if it was a good idea to even be there. Answer: no. The police cars were everywhere, all of which were stationed with police that were armed with rifles. A helicopter circled the building, several broadcasting stations and their reporters were present too. It was a mess.Â
"What's happening here?" You were practically out of breath, panting, as you asked a random bystander there.Â
"Some freakish lizard creature. I think Spiderman swung into the building to save the remaining victims. They were all rescued but Spiderman's still fighting in there,"
"You saw him? Spiderman?"
"I did! Red suit, white webs, he was so heroic when he crashed through the glass panels,"Â
"That's the one," you said unnervingly, disliking the uncertainty of it all. Jake was putting himself in danger and you could do nothing about it. How long did this go on for? You were left in the dark for far too long.
Soon, which almost felt like forever, you saw a speck of red escaping from the gap in the building with somebody in hand. You held your breath out of anxiety, heart thumping, listening in on all the noises and reports coming from everywhere around you.
"There he is! Spiderman!" A reporter appeared next to you, absolutely transfixed with the superhero slinging through the dark sky and eventually landing in the distance. "He has the last hostage in hand! A girl!"Â
A girl?
You pushed past the crowd, trying to get a closer look at Spiderman and the entire scene before you. There he was, speaking to the police, but there was somebody else too. Gwen Stacy.Â
An overwhelming feeling crashed down on you like a heavy weight of boulders falling from the sky. Confusion, hurt, heartbreak, altogether they penetrated you harder than you could manage to breathe. One step, two step, you took many steps back before turning away and hailing for a cab home.Â
He wasn't yours, and he wasn't yours to lose either.
Returning home to an empty apartment was nothing new, except it did hit differently this time. Your heart was empty, mind in a haze, it was as if your narrator had drawn swirls over your head. You wished things had turned out in another way. You and Jake, how you found out about his secret, him hiding his secret. If only all of them had another ending than what you had in the present.
You sat slumped over in bed, the desk lamp was the only thing that provided light for the darkness in your room. The shadow looming over your window went unnoticed by you. That was until a series of knocks sounded and you jumped out of bed in alert, finding it strange how there was nothing once your eyes trained on your window.
Well, there goes your future.Â
You stepped a little closer. Just then, the window was jerked open by some unseen force, a red cladded face peeking his head into frame. Spiderman, or more accurately, Jake, was standing on your fire escape again.Â
He dropped his backpack onto your bedroom floor, letting himself in wordlessly. You stared at him, not knowing whether to speak first or let him be the one to do it. After all, he had left you hanging, it's the least he could do.
Jake pulled off the mask from his head, revealing a rather beat up face and messy, dishevelled hair that was coated with sweat. "You knew?"
His voice was tired, but the confusion and hurt punctuated through his words. He inched close to you, but you took a step back, unable to meet his gaze.
"Well, it wasn't a long time," you muttered. "Just today, actually ⊠coincidentally,"
"How?"Â
"Your backpack. I swear I didn't look through it, it was unzipped and when I picked it up, everything spilled out. Your suit revealed it all," you chewed at your bottom lip, Jake's eyes boring into yours, the prickling feeling of anxiety crawled all over your skin. "I didn't want to find out this way either,"
"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I wanted to, trust me, you're one of the closest people I have in my life. But I just didn't know when or how to break it to you. I wanted to protect you, to keep you safe," he was equally guilty for hiding it for a long time, but you understood the reason behind it. Being a hero comes with a great responsibility, that was what movies taught you anyway.Â
"Jake, I know, and it's okay, but I just wish to be selfish for a little. I want you to be here with me, to be there for me aâand be my best friend for a minute," you felt yourself losing the will to speak as seconds passed by. "I feel like I'm losing you,"
"You're not. I'm here," he pressed his palm against his heart, stepping closer until he was barely a few inches away. "Always,"
"I don't want to lose you, Jake," your voice wavered, a clear sheen of tears glazed your eyes. "I'm in love with you," your words came out in a whisper, a hushed confession that spilled with no warning, coming from the deepest, darkest pits of your heart. Even then, you couldn't believe you had actually said it, stilling in place and blinking in shock.Â
Jake's breath hitched, his movements frozen. You wondered about the possible scenarios you were about to face, ones that you thought of whenever you had the urge to spill your love confession. All of them certainly didn't prepare you for what was happening next.
"I'm sorry," shock turned into instant panic. Your hands shot out to create a small distance between you and him. "Ignore what I just said. Sorry if I made you uncomfortableâ"
Jake didn't say much, and in a swift motion, he grabbed a hold of your hand, pulled you into him. One hand holding your wrist, the other cupping your face to tilt your head and his lips met yours.
You could barely register it. The weight of his mouth against yours created a mass of fireworks in both your head and stomach. The shock evaporated from your body and relief took its spot. You melted against his touch, leaning your body closer to his.Â
Jake kissed you like no man could have ever done. He left a part of himself, imprinted his every unspoken word into a deep and passionate kiss. You wondered if this was what it felt like being loved by him.
Forever was what you wished for when it came to kissing him. Yet, it eventually came to an end just like every one of your favourite movies. This time, however, you weren't disappointed, you were glad.Â
"Don't apologise. Y/N, I'm in love with you too," his hand on your cheek remained, the dim light managed to bring out the sparks in his pupils. It was your turn to be confused. Didn't he have a crush? "I know what you're thinking. Gwenâ" it's freaky how he always knew, "âI was kinda dumb, to be honest. I was always in love with you but it took me years and a girl to only realise that,
"She was nothing like you. The more I got to know her, the more I thought of you. I wasn't trying to like her, I was trying to find a piece of you in her. Being the coward that I am, I ran away from facing the thought of liking you, I didn't want to ruin our friendship. So, I kept on entertaining the thoughts of liking Gwen instead, but none of it was real. You're the one who's constantly taking up space in my mind, in my heart,"
The fireworks from earlier exploded ten folds in your mind. You couldn't believe you were experiencing every passing moment listening to Jake's confession. He felt the same way as you did for him. He has had the same pining for you like the same way you had for him. Years, years of unspoken romantic love for one another that both were too scared to touch upon.Â
Jake took your shell shocked silence as an opportunity to continue on. "I'm sorry for standing you up all the time. I'm sorry for hiding the truth from you. I'm sorry for avoiding you. I'm sorry for not realising it sooner. But I love you, Y/N. You're my best friend, more than anything, you're the only person I want to have occupying my mind all the Goddamn time,"
"Jake," your hand travelled to place itself onto his which rested on your face. "I love you too," you laced your hand into his, the intimacy that would've been seen platonic days ago was now something more than that. You and him both felt the shift, it was apparent.Â
"I don't care that you're Spiderman," you continued, not once breaking eye contact with him, letting him stare into yours as you did the same. "You're Jake to me, you forever will be, and that's all that matters,"
Jake's delicate features melted into a smile. His pretty smile that had you swooning was on display like a trophy, influencing you enough to crack a small grin too. He looped an arm around your waist, dipping you slightly and pressing a haste kiss on your lips, then your cheeks.Â
"I guess I can now say I've swung into your heart," he teasingly sent a wink flying at you, to which you responded with an eye roll. Some things never changed, but his ego definitely was inflated now.
"Shut up before I kick you out," you threw a light punch at his shoulder, which he dodged almost unsuccessfully. "Come on, let's patch you up then we can go to bed," you patted his shoulder, walking towards your bathroom.Â
"Demanding," he whistled under his breath, picking up his discarded mask from the floor.Â
"Don't make me add a black eye to your face,"
"But you like my pretty face,"
"You want to test it out?"
"Okay, okay. I'm coming."
The night eventually ended with Jake being patched up and sleeping on your bed instead of his usual spot on the ground. These little changes was what you anticipated most, but other than that, it was safe to say nothing would be changing when it came to your and Jake's relationship. If anything, it was about to be stronger.Â
So what if he was Spiderman? At least you knew Spiderman was yours, and he had indeed swung into your heart.
Dating your best friend who had a secret identity was fun.Â
You got to discuss maths in school and listen to his adventures after. Not to mention, he would swing you around New York City at times once the clock striked past midnight. No other girl was going to get a date like this. Ten out of ten, you may add.Â
With the fun came the terror. You do fear for Jake's safety almost every time he's out, and it has become a routine to patch him up till the point where you had to restock your emergency kit. This time was like no other when Jake appeared through the window soundlessly in his Spiderman suit.
"Hey," he was breathless, tumbling over the window still.Â
You jumped, not even realising his appearance. "What the hell? Jake? Oh my God," you got up right away to support his tired body, but he ended up sliding down onto the ground anyway.
"Are you injured anywhere? Bleeding?" You checked for his body, trying to spot any obvious cuts, making yourself comfortable in the space between his legs.Â
"No," his hand reached for the end of his mask, pulling it up halfway only to reveal his lips. "Can I get a kiss?"
"Are you serious?"
"I am dead serious,"Â
You rolled your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips that eventually widened into a satisfied smile. You gently slapped his face, eliciting a sweet laugh from him and with a tug of his hand, he fully removed the mask from his head, revealing his pretty face that you missed.
"I got something for you," his hand reached out to brush your hair away from your face, his touch ever so gentle when it came to you. He dug something out of his bag, pulling out a fresh bouquet of flowers. "Ta-da,"Â
"Flowers?" You accepted the bouquet from him, noticing all of your favourite flowers in it. He remembered, even the littlest details about you, he remembered them all.
"I got them on the way here," you raised an eyebrow at him. He threw his hands up in defence. "Hey, I didn't steal them. I actually paid for them. They gave me a discount too because I was in my suit,"
You resisted a smile. "You're unbelievable,"
"Unbelievably cute? Romantic? Handsome?" He leaned in closer to you, noses close enough to brush against one another.Â
"Go away," you squeezed his cheek, and he just let you do so without any fight. You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him briefly. "I like them,"
"What about me?"
"I like you too,"
 "But I like you more,"Â
You threw your head back laughing, a simple sound which was enough to have Jake's heart racing. "We're not making this into a competition, stupid. Now, go shower or else you're not sleeping on my bed,"
"Butâ"
"Nope. Shower or get exiled,"
"Fine," he dragged his body up sluggishly, looking almost like a puppy being forced to his dismay: the shower. "You're not joining me?"
"Don't make me chase you out." you threw a pillow at him that he skillfully dodged. Damn his spider senses. His laughter echoed around your bedroom until he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of it gave comfort to you and your beating heart.
Things might've changed a little in different aspects, but you knew nothing could change you or Jake altogether. He was your best friend and lover no matter what he was. Spiderman or loverboy, he was everything to you. All you knew was that he was going to be by your side no matter what, protecting your heart alongside the city.Â
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#>:( i guess i like him now this sucks#also i already sent him a friend playlist with songs that are like ''snap out of ur stupid crush buddy''#and ''not gonna date'' songs which is like funny i guess but >:(#also i sent him the ''how do you get beautiful women to smoke weed with you in seven words'' post and based on his reaction#he seems still into me?? like even included a fuckin ;)#also i slid down an entire fuckin hill tonight in the dark because all the snow froze solid and turned to very painful ice#it took an HOUR to get back in my house#with help from my mom and brother who had to tie a rope around a tree stump and throw it down#also the sheep were ALSO skidding on the ice which was concerning because they're dumb enough to break legs doing that#i used more muscles trying to move in my own backyard without hitting a wild animal that i saw a couple days ago or a tree#than i have in the fucking WEEKS i have done of ballet classes#but back to the guy! he's also got a date coming up with a goth chick that used to do ballet#how the FUCK am i supposed to compete with that? does NOT help that i also started nerding out about how strong ballerinas get#like i KNOW we would not work out for multiple reasons one of which i'm still catholic but also like. i'm afraid of men ig?#and i didn't think it was a big thing but w the anniversary last week i was like 'i must be feeling like shit for NO REASON#IT CAN'T HAVE BEEN THAT BAD I'LL READ THE OLD MESSAGES TO CONFIRM IT WASN'T' uh besties it was WORSE#and like i know he's into consent and shit (which is SO weird to say because everyone should be) but like. smsjskdjdhfk the fuck#and i can't just SAY THAT#and it's not like w people you've been gay w since high school#because then u can be like 'hey i like u i know u like me but i don't wanna do anything about it'#and like you'll both be sad but also get it
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desire
summary: you've never been kissed and eddie has been crushing on you since the day you met
18+ [bestfriend!eddie x female!reader]
contains: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, kissing, brief mention of alcohol, swearing
word count: 4k
a/n: this is my first time writing for eddie and I'm excited to share him with you! this is very self-indulgent but I hope you like it. please consider reblogging/commenting if you do, my blog is brand new! enjoy â€
Thereâs a romantic comedy playing on the television, something you picked up from Family Video for your bi-weekly movie night with Eddie. It was your turn to pick, and after sitting through a terrible slasher film he claimed to love, you wanted to get him back with a movie you didnât necessarily have interest in, but knew would make him squirm in his seat.Â
He grabbed the snacks while you got the movie, and you met up at his trailer after Wayne left for work, the sun setting beyond the horizon and leaving a cold autumn breeze in its place. A routine that had been kept for almost six-months straight.
A bowl of popcorn sat between the two of you, an open bag of sour patch kids resting against your thigh and a half-empty bottle of beer was clasped in Eddieâs hand, resting lazily on his knee where he sat on the opposite side of the sofa.Â
You always looked forward to these nights, but today you felt particularly resentful about your choice of film, the two main characters falling in love mere days after meeting. Itâs cheesy and cliche, and not all that realistic. You know that. But it makes your chest ache with longing for something youâve never had.Â
And now, unbeknownst to you, youâve been watching the movie play out with a pout sitting on your face while Eddie has to bite back his smile each time the male protagonist kisses the girl that looks a little like you if he squints hard enough.Â
The two of you had been best friends since high school and now you were spending most of your time in college while Eddie worked at an auto shop, which left your get-togethers pushed to the weekends unless one of you showed up at the other's place without warning after a long day. Youâd also been crushing on him practically since the day you met, but had kept your feelings to yourself, ignorant to the fact that Eddie also had eyes for you for longer than he was willing to admit to himself.Â
Youâve watched him go through a handful of relationships in the time youâve known him.Â
From hearing the disbelief in his voice when he scored a date with Chrissy Cunningham and seeing her hanging off of his arm around school for four months, before you all graduated and she broke it off with a voicemail left on Wayneâs home phone and headed off to university in Indianapolis; to random hookups from his evenings spent at The Hideout that you encountered in awkward meetings when you showed up at his trailer to spend the day with him, finding girls in his clothes sipping coffee that they helped themselves to while Eddie snoozed for another hour.Â
Eddie has been your best friend for five years. Six in only a couple of months. And he has been with a total of nine different women.Â
Not that youâre counting or anything.Â
His relationships never bother you. Not really. But the nagging thought in the back of your mind every time you think about him, was that you havenât been with anyone.Â
Youâve had nothing more than a brief conversation with boys in required discussion groups in college. And other than the frequent hugs you receive from Eddie, the furthest youâve ever gone with someone was a kiss on the cheek from one of your girlfriends that was slightly too close to the corner of your mouth, and left your body erupting in tingles.Â
But Eddie had game. He knew how to make a girl swoon. How to wrap them around his finger and kiss them until they were weak in the knees and red in the face.
You had seen him kiss a handful of times and were ashamed to admit to yourself that you had crawled into your bed with your hand between your thighs more than once, wishing it was you he was kissing and touching and making crumble with one particularly smitten look on his face.
He glances at you when you haven't said a word in over an hour, seeing the frown on your face and the crease between your brows that he desperately wants to smooth over with his thumb. You never had a great poker face, unintentionally putting most of your emotions on display, and he knows you have no idea youâre pouting.Â
âDid you run out of candy?â He asks suddenly, making you turn to him, the wrinkle in your forehead deepening in confusion. âYouâre grumpy.âÂ
âIâm not grumpy,â you huff, plucking your aforementioned candy off the sofa and popping one into your mouth.Â
Your knees are pulled up to your chest, body leaning away from Eddie with your legs resting against the arm of the sofa. He knows something is up when your eyes donât return to the movie, lips pursing as you suck on the candy in your mouth and stare at the bag in your hands, pretending to read the ingredients.Â
He quietly sets his beer down on the coffee table, moving the barely touched popcorn off of the sofa and clicking pause on the remote, filling the room with silence. You look up at him and he rests his arm on the back of the sofa, the palm of his hand pressing into his cheek.Â
âAre you going to keep pouting for the rest of the night, or tell me whatâs wrong?â He asks, brow arching in question and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.Â
âIâm fine,â you mutter, dropping your candy onto the table and bundling your hands together in your lap.Â
âYouâre a liar, is what you are,â he accuses.Â
You sigh, slumping further down into the sofa with your cheek resting on the cushion as you turn to meet his gaze.Â
His brown eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room, his usually untamed hair pulled back with a bun at the base of his skull, stray pieces falling softly to frame the sides of his face. He looks pretty. He always does, but your current state of mind has you looking away as your heart skips a beat, gaze falling to his chest which is covered with a well-worn Dio shirt.Â
âI want that,â you admit quietly, voice barely audible to yourself.Â
âYou want what?â He questions, brows furrowing.Â
You flicker your eyes over to the television and he turns his head to look at the screen, the film paused on a scene of a girl lounging beside a pool with a fluffy dog in her lap, sipping on a bright purple cocktail.Â
âA dog? A pool- or do you want a drink? I can try and make you something but I donât know what we haveâŠâ He trails off in confusion and you sigh, rubbing your hands over your face.Â
âJust forget it,â you mumble into your palms before crossing your arms over your stomach and tilting your eyes up to the ceiling.Â
Eddie feels clueless as he tries to work out your unspoken desire in his head, gaze shifting around the room until he spots the fictional couple on the cover of the rented VHS tape.Â
A lightbulb flicks on in his head.Â
âYou want someone?âÂ
Your eyes dart to him quickly enough that he knows heâs right before you give him a subtle nod of your head, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands as you feel your face grow hot.Â
âYou will one day,â he assures you but you just shake your head, that being the last thing you want to hear.Â
Eddie knows about your relationship history, or rather, lack thereof, but you never talk about it. So heâs surprised with your next statement, his heart leaping into his throat and the energy in the room shifting.Â
âNo one has ever found me attractive⊠or at least not enough to do something about it. Itâs hopeless.âÂ
He keeps a straight face but curls his fingers into a fist at his side, silently cursing himself for never telling you how pretty you really are. He thinks youâre the prettiest and most attractive person heâs ever known, but has never said a word out of fear that youâll stop being his best friend.Â
âItâs not hopeless,â he says quietly. âThe guys who havenât made a move on you are pussies.âÂ
His partially self-degrading comment was meant to make you laugh, but you donât. Not even giving him a pitying laugh or a half-forced smile.Â
âNo one has ever even glanced in my direction,â you say and he frowns.Â
âThat youâve seen.âÂ
âEddieâŠâ you sigh, unsure of why you start to feel emotion welling up in your chest.Â
"Sorry."
âI just⊠I grew up surrounded by friends who had boyfriends, or flings, or were flirted with- kissed stupid outside of bars or on the bench behind school. And no one-â your words get caught in your chest and you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. âNo one has ever even looked at me. Do you know how that feels?â
You look up at him but he doesnât reply, his eyebrows threading together as he watches you bare your heart to him like this for the first time.Â
âTo have guys look at everyone around you, but never you? To never have anyone like you enough to say something about it? To⊠to have maybe had three guy friends who never saw you as anything more, that you havenât even spoken to in years?âÂ
You know he doesnât get it. Not at all. But it doesnât matter.Â
âGod, Eddie.â You scrub at your eyes when tears gloss over your vision. âIâve never even kissed someone,â your voice cracks and falls into a whisper.Â
He immediately reaches forward to wrap his hands around your ankles and pull you towards him, swiftly maneuvering you to sit with your legs thrown over his lap and your head buried in his neck.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says quietly, running his hand over your waist. You sniffle sadly. âFuck, sweetheart, Iâm sorry.âÂ
He knows that all of the potentially comforting words forming in his brain wonât make you feel better. Because he doesnât understand what itâs like to be your age and never kissed.Â
You donât want to hear that itâll happen one day. You donât know what you want.Â
Maybe comfort isnât something that words would necessarily give you right now.Â
âI know that itâll probably happen one day but⊠what if it doesnât?â You whimper, curling into him as your vulnerability takes over. He holds you tighter to him, shaking his head. âI donât even know what it feels like to be wanted. I canât even imagine anyone wanting me. No one ever has.âÂ
His heart feels like itâs going to crumble into pieces in his chest as he lets you talk out your feelings, his hand gripping your thigh tightly. Youâre almost completely perched in his lap, but he canât focus on how you feel against him when your tears are wetting the collar of his shirt.Â
âGod I feel fucking pathetic,â you mumble, wiping your hand over your eyes and sitting up. âSorry.âÂ
âYouâre not pathetic,â he says, making you scoff quietly as you dab at your cheeks with your sleeves, staring down at your lap. âYouâre human. Itâs pretty human to want to feel desired.âÂ
âYeah,â you whisper, sniffling back the remainder of your tears and lifting your eyes to find his pretty brown ones staring back at you.Â
Thereâs something different in his gaze now. Something youâve only seen a few times. Something loving and soft, and so sweet that it makes your breath hitch in your throat.Â
Eddie figures that now is as good a time as any to potentially make a complete fool out of himself in an attempt to make you feel better. To make you feel like youâre worthy of being desired. Because god knows heâs been desiring you since the day you accidentally fell into his lap in the cafeteria after being shoved out of the way with a harsh shoulder by some prissy cheerleader on the second day of school.
âYouâre beautiful,â he says so quietly that you almost donât hear him.Â
âEddieâŠâ you mumble, shutting your eyes and moving to climb off of his lap.Â
His hand on your thigh tightens and you pause, his eyes tracing delicately over your features.Â
âYou want someone to look at you,â he says, the corners of his lips quivering in a small smile. âSo Iâm looking, sweetheart.âÂ
His eyes flicker down to your lips and you want to say something. To pull away and turn the movie back on, get off of his lap and pretend like you were never there in the first place. But the way heâs looking at you is something youâve only ever seen him do with his past girlfriends or someone heâs crushing on. Never to you.Â
Your cheeks feel warm as he looks at you and you can almost feel his eyes as they trace over your hairline and down the bridge of your nose, past your lips and dropping down to your chest before meeting yours again. Your stomach twists with nerves as his hand leaves your thigh to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb smoothing across the skin of your cheek.Â
âEddie,â your voice is a whisper, heart pounding in your chest. âStop.âÂ
He can feel the nerves radiating off of you but he doesnât move, one of his brows quirking up in question. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âI-I donât⊠I-â you stumble for a reason why you want him to stop looking at you like that.Â
You wrack your brain while he sits patiently for an answer, but you quickly understand that you donât want him to stop. Youâre just terrified.Â
You donât have to speak to understand what could happen, with how heâs gazing at you and touching you so softly as if youâll break under his palms at any second. Holding you in a way he never has before.Â
âPlease donât be making one of your stupid jokes right now,â you say, a plea that has his face softening and his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.Â
âIâm not joking, baby,â he murmurs, the pet name making your heart stammer in your chest. âYouâre gorgeous. And I was too afraid to say anything in case you didnât feel the same and left because you were uncomfortable around me.âÂ
You suddenly feel like crying again, a wave of disbelief washing over you as you realize that your best friend and the person youâve been silently wanting for almost six years wants to give you everything you were just begging for.Â
âI could never be uncomfortable around you,â you say and he smiles, hooking his arm around your waist and twisting you so that youâre facing him, your knees pressing into the sofa on either side of his hips.Â
âI mean it,â he said and all you can do is nod.Â
The position youâve found yourself in is foreign in more ways than one, but especially with it being Eddie who has put you there. You feel slightly overwhelmed with your shorts riding up on your thighs and your skin cold where the metal of the chain on his belt presses against you. Rough denim scratching softly at your legs and a subtle heat radiating through the fabric that makes you slightly dizzy as you get a whiff of his cologne.Â
Your hands are clenched into fists around the fabric of his t-shirt and he can feel your heart racing where his palm is still pressing against the side of your neck.Â
âItâs just me, yeah?â He says and you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. âThereâs nothing to be scared of.âÂ
He knows you need him to make all of the moves right now and heâs okay with it, even despite the way his heartbeat is quickening to catch up with yours.Â
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
His question makes your head spin and your stomach tightens. âI⊠Iâve never-âÂ
âI know.â The gentle reassurance that falls from his lips soothes you and you give him another quick nod.Â
Thereâs still a hint of a smile on his face when he leans forward to brush his lips against yours.
He doesnât kiss you right away, the tip of his nose nudging yours as he pulls back just enough to gauge your reaction. Your eyes are closed and your lips part slightly with a shaky sigh, hands unknowingly pulling the neckline of his shirt down to grasp for any semblance of reality as you sit in his lap.Â
He slides his hand to the back of your neck, guiding you forward an inch to meet his mouth, lips slotting against yours. His lips are soft and slightly chapped, and when a strand of his hair brushes against your cheek, you donât bother to pull away even when it tickles your skin.Â
The hand on your neck is a grounding touch and you think youâve never felt so safe and comfortable in Eddieâs arms before.
He can feel the way you relax into his kiss, your body slumping just enough to rest your chest against his and fingers untangling from his shirt to drop into his lap. Youâre not breathing so he pulls away after just a few seconds, lips parting from yours with a quiet click and you immediately take a deep breath through your nose, your eyes fluttering open.Â
You think if your brain was working properly, youâd be worried that this was all a ploy for him to get your first kiss out of the way so youâd stop crying, but the only thing floating through your mind is how nice it felt to have his lips on yours.Â
His face is close to yours, lashes brushing his cheekbones as he sits with his eyes closed, the hand on your waist sliding down to rest on the top of your thigh. The tip of his tongue pokes out as he wets his lips before exhaling a long breath through his nose, a tiny smirk tugging at his mouth.Â
âShit,â he breathes, squeezing your thigh before tipping his head back to rest on the sofa cushion. âI really canât believe it took me this long to kiss you.âÂ
âYou mean that?â You fight the urge to bring your hand up to feel your lips, wondering how long you might have to wait to feel his again.Â
He peels his eyes open and looks down at you. âYou have no idea.â
You feel a smile begin to form on your face and you duck your chin to hide against his chest, fingers still trembling from clutching his shirt so tightly as you lift your arms to slink around his neck. He chuckles and curls his arms around you, tilting his head down and burying his nose in your hair.Â
âDonât get all shy on me now, sweetheart,â he says, a shiver running down his spine as you slide your fingers into his hair, loosening the elastic holding it back.Â
He doesnât care about his hair as your nose presses into his neck and your breath warms the skin beneath his shirt. âDid I do alright for your first time?âÂ
Your face goes flush at his choice of words and he fights back a moan when you press a quick kiss to his neck before lifting your head, unable to hold back the coy grin that sits on your lips.Â
You nod and he smiles, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.Â
âYeah? Think itâd be okay if I did it again?âÂ
âPlease,â you say and he wastes no time in kissing you again.Â
Your hands blindly tug the elastic band out of his hair, sliding it onto your wrist and tangling your fingers into the mess of curls at his neck. His lips drag over yours in lingering kisses that make your stomach twist with heat, tasting a hint of the candy he was munching on earlier in the evening.Â
Youâre consumed by the new sensation of his lips moving against yours and the frizzy curls hooked around your fingers, the thick of your thighs resting on his own with a silent invitation to scooch your hips a little closer to his if you wanted to.Â
Eddie is kissing you. Keeping his advances small but addicting, pushing back a smile each time he feels you chase his lips when he pulls back. You canât get enough.Â
So you donât really notice when he relaxes back against the sofa, resting his hands on your soft thighs with his fingers dipping just below the edge of your shorts. You let out a quiet noise against his lips as your chest comes to rest on his, your arm getting trapped beneath his shoulder and the cushion. His nails press softly into your skin at how pleased you sound, his arms erupting in goosebumps when you unintentionally tug at his hair.Â
Youâve been letting out quiet gasps between every kiss he plants on your mouth, your lungs stinging in your chest, yet reluctant to pull away. Itâs only when you feel the tip of his tongue nudge against your bottom lip that you pull back, resting your forehead on his and panting to catch your breath.Â
âToo much?â He mumbles, sliding his hands over your skin.Â
âNot at all,â you breathe, swallowing hard and letting out a soft laugh. âI just couldnât breathe.âÂ
Eddie smiles, tilting his chin forward to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. You lift your head and your eyes instantly fall to his lips, now slightly swollen and a darker shade of pink.Â
Itâs hard for you to think straight, to wrap your head around the fact that you just had your first kiss, and second, and third, and fourth⊠all with Eddie who is looking at you now like you hung the moon just for him.Â
As much as your insecurity is wanting to take you away from this moment, you know that he isnât that good of a liar, and if he really didnât want you like this in at least some capacity, youâd be able to see it in his eyes. But all you can see is the sweet, loving gaze of your best friend as he lets you settle, no matter that all he can think about now is kissing you stupid for the rest of the night.Â
Youâve gotten further than you ever thought youâd get and you mindlessly pull the tangles in his hair apart, wetting your lips and taking a deep breath. âI like you, Eds. A lot.âÂ
You figured he might make a teasing comment at your admission, but he just smirks and lets his eyes fall closed as you play with his hair. âI like you too, sweetheart. Have for way too long.âÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and slide your hands from his hair to drag down his chest, his stomach twitching beneath your innocent touch.Â
âDo you want to keep watching your movie?â He asks, glancing at you and you shake your head. âYou sure?âÂ
You think this is the happiest youâve ever been, and Eddie feels the same- just happy that he could be the one to make you feel truly wanted for the first time. He wishes you wouldâve confided in him about your lack of romance earlier in your friendship so you wouldnât have missed out on so many years silently pining for one another. But he thinks this will do just fine.
âI want to keep doing this,â you quietly admit and he lets out a soft groan as he brings his hands up to his face.Â
âYouâre gonna be the death of meâŠâ He drops his hands to his sides. âWanna get comfy in my room then?â
He chuckles at your eager nod, patting your thighs and moving to sit up. âHop up then, baby. We can clean up later.âÂ
You get up and he follows suit, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers to drag you down the hallway with an urgency that makes you laugh the entire way into his bedroom.
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