#i know this took me over three months to get to but i swear i had the idea since december
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Workaholic
Billy doesnât notice, but heâs a workaholic. Like a really bad one.
Supes and Marvel: *talking*
Hero 1: âHey, Cap!â
Marvel: *pauses his convo* âYes?â
Hero 1: âCould you cover me for monitor duty? I have it later today at three.â
Marvel: âOh, sure! No problem!â *smiles*
Hero 1: *extremely grateful* âThanks a lot, man.â
A couple minutes laterâŚ
Hero 2: âHey, Marvel, could you cover me for monitor duty for tomorrow morning?â
Marvel: âSure!â
Supes: âBack to back monitor duty? Are you sure you want that?â *sounds concerned*
Marvel: âYeah, why wouldnât I?â
Supes: âI⌠never mind.â
A couple more minutes laterâŚ
Hero 3: âCap, could you cover me for monitor duty-â
Supes: *sounds firm because he thinks his friend is being taken advantage of* âNo, he will not.â
Marvel: *sounds confused* âBut I want to?â
Supes: âMarvel, you canât just accept monitor duty for nearly two days straight. What about Fawcett?â
Marvel: âWhat about it? I can protect it just fine with or without monitor duty.â
Hero 3: âIf itâs really that much trouble, you can just say no, Cap-â *feels bad*
Marvel: âBut I want to say yes!â
or
Marvel: *zoned out and listening to the Gods arguing his head*
Batman: âCaptain.â *walks over, holding a tablet*
Marvel: âYes?â
Batman: âYouâre going to sign up for the latest long-term missions, right? Like usual?â *hands him the tablet*
Marvel: âOf course!â *looks at three missions available for sign up* âDo any of them overlap?â
Batman: âNo, but-â
Marvel: âGreat!â *signs up for all three*
Batman: âDid even read the content of the missions?â
Marvel: âNo? Should I have?â
Batman: âYes?? Are you sure you wanna sign up for all three, Captain? Youâd be gone for nearly 3 months.â
Marvel: âEh itâs fine. Tawny will cover for me, and I donât think any of my villains will attack Fawcett if Iâm not there.â
Batman: *stares for a second before sighing* âAlright then.â
Bruce took this as confirmation that Marvel doesnât have a personal life. Being gone for three months without a single person noticing would be impossible if he had one.
or
Worker 1: âUgh⌠I canât believe this.â
Marvel: *appeared from nowhere* âWhatâs wrong? Do you need help?â
Worker 1: âAGH- Wha? Captain Marvel??â *in disbelief that the Captain Marvel is talking to him* âUhhh no. I donât need help at all.â
Worker 2: âHe does. Help him, Cap.â
Marvel: âOkay!â *quickly helps and trots off to go help someone else*
Worker 1: *makes sure that Billy is far enough* âDude, whyâd you just make Captain Marvel help me?â
Worker 2: âI didnât make him do anything. I think he just likes to be useful. Not that Iâm complaining. He always looks so happy when he gets to help too.â *pauses to think for a bit* âPoint is, just let him help if you need it.â
So yes, Billy will take any work, and seek out any work. Heâs just that type of little guy. Anyways, Billy eventually found out that his workaholic tendencies were a little extreme when Freddy started also being a hero.
Junior: âI canât believe Iâm in the Watchtower!â
Marvel: âYeah, itâs amazing right?â
Batman: âMarvel. The new sign up sheets are out- who is this?â
Marvel: âAh, Mr. Batman Sir, this is Junior. Junior, this is Mr. Batman Sir.â
Junior: âItâs a pleasure to meet you, sir!â *hero worship is practically oozing out*
Batman: âLikewiseâŚâ *is internally confused* âAnyways, Marvel, the new sign up sheets for long-term missions are out. I assume youâll be joining like always?â *offers the Sign uptablet*
Marvel: âHowâd you guess?â *smiles and takes the tablet from him*
Junior: âLong-term missions?â
Marvel: *pauses just when heâs about to sign up for a mission, and looks over to Junior* âOh right. Junior, I donât know if you wanna come or not.â
Junior: âUhâŚâ *looks between Batman and Marvel* âSure, Iâll go.â
Marvel: *smiles at Junior* âGood.â *looks over to Batman* âHow long are they?â
Batman: *swears that just for a teensy weensy second, Marvelâs smile was fatherly* âEach of them should take approximately two weeks to complete.â
Marvel: âReally? Thatâs shorter than normal.â *looks over to Freddy nervously* âAre you okay with being gone for six weeks?â
Junior: âSi- six weeks?! Batman said weâd only be gone for two??â
Marvel: âYeah, but thatâs the length for one mission. Thereâs three listed here.â
Junior: âWait, youâre signing us up for all three?!â
Marvel: âYeah?â *sounds unsure* âHow about I only sign you up for one instead? Weâll do that one together and Iâll do the other two alone.â
Junior: âWhaâŚ? Why are you signing up for three in the first place?â
Marvel: âBecause why not?â
Junior: âDude, thatâs not normal.â
Marvel: âOf course it is! Mr. Batman sir hasnât ever said anything.â
Junior: âThat doesnât mean itâs normal.â
Batman: âHe is right. Signing up for three missions in a row, leaving earth for occasionally months at a time isnât normal for anyone besides Green Lanterns. Captain, when was the last time you havenât signed up for the latest mission and instead relaxed?â
Marvel: âI donât know⌠but I do relax! Every single minute of me not being a hero is me relaxing!â
Junior: âIs it thoughâŚ?â
Billy still ended up signing himself up for the three missions. Freddy decided to join him on the other two as well, so he wouldnât be leaving his new buddy alone.
(Also, Iâm sorry, but I had to just sneak in that little itty-bitty piece of Dad Marvel)
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#freddy freeman#captain marvel jr#batman#bruce wayne
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Rules Are Meant To Be Broken
Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: You and Peter get paired up for a project in class, which leads to you both breaking the âno secondsâ rule.
Warnings: Swearing, Rough Sex (Thigh Slapping, Belt Used as a Restraint, Orgasm Denial, Choking), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), One use of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader is kinda bitchy/cold to Peter at the beginning, Not proofread
Word Count: ~3,600
A/N:Â Took me a while to write part two of this but here it is! I have plans for a part three too but it might take me a long time, or it might not. Weâll see lol
!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!
A few months had passed since your fateful encounter with Peter, you entered the classroom and took a seat in your usual seat, noting that Peter had arrived earlier than you and seemed to be fiddling with a camera. Scolding yourself for seeking him out among the crowd, you focused on setting up your laptop to take notes. When the professor cleared his throat to signify the beginning of class, you snapped out of your thoughts and focused on the lecture.
â-And that students concludes the presentation. Now you all will be assigned into two-person groups for this next assignment, and before you start looking for your friends, Iâve assigned your partners for this project,â The professor explained with a collective group of groans and sighs could be heard from the students, no one liked assigned groups, even you and your flirty ways. It was way too much close time to be spent with someone in your eyes, especially if it was with an ex-hit.
âPeter Parker and Y/N L/N,â The professor announced among the other pairings, you looked up in surprise at hearing that youâd be partnered with Peter. Turning to glance at Peter, you found him already looking at you with that playful smile you wanted to smack off his face. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your laptop and moved to stand up and walk out before he could catch up to you. As you exited into the hall, you heard him call out for you as he quickly hurried behind you to catch up. âSoo, looks like we have to work together on this project,â He said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. âYes, it does,â You replied coldly, the truth was you didnât really want to be so cold, but you were already wary from your growing crush on him since you two hooked up.
âWhich part did you want to do?â He asked as he kept up with your hurried pace, unfazed by your cold demeanor. âI donât know, what are you good at?â You replied in question, glancing over at him just to see his eyebrows raise teasingly. âI think you already know the answer to that,â He joked, which made you roll your eyes. âBut hereâs my number, we can go over the project later.â He handed you a slip of paper with his number written on it, you werenât sure when he had the time to write that down but took it regardless. âIâll.. text you later about it then,â You replied hesitantly, you didnât typically give out your number so texting him over message and not social media felt strange, but he didnât particularly give you another choice.
You brushed your fingers through your hair as you switched back to your messages app and checked when Peter said heâd be heading over, calculating how close he was to your apartment. Just as you were doing your mental math, a new message popped up from him saying he was here. Hopping off your bed, you slid your phone in the back pocket of your jeans before heading to open the door. âSup,â He greeted, and you gave a smile before stepping to the side to let him in to your apartment. âHi to you too,â You replied as he stepped inside, and you closed the door behind him. âNice place youâve got here,â He responded as you moved to lead him to your room, where you two were going to be studying. âThanks, you want a drink or anything?â You asked as you two entered your room. âNah, Iâm good, thanks though,â He answered as he looked around your room as you took a seat on your bed and gestured for him to sit at your desk.Â
As you two worked on the project, asking each otherâs opinion on parts of it as you worked, you could swear you felt his gaze on you when you werenât looking. When you turned to check though, he seemed to be intently staring at his laptop. Shaking your head to yourself, you continued trying to work on the project but found yourself distracted by his stare and if you were imagining it or not. Chewing your bottom lip between your teeth, you saw Peter adjust how he was sitting slightly from the corner of your gaze. âDistracted there?â He teased as you glanced over at him. âHard to focus when I can feel you checking me out,â You quipped back as he rolled his eyes. âWhat? Am I supposed to just ignore a hot girl when sheâs in front of me?â He asked sarcastically, and you chuckled at his question. âDonât you have a rule against hooking up with someone twice?â You teased and he shrugged. âSo?â He replied, and now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You moved from where you were laying on your stomach with your laptop in front of you to sitting up.
âSo it doesnât mean anything to you?â You asked as he tilted his head, and you had to fight back your thought of how cute he looked doing that. âWhat, the rule?â He questioned and you nodded in reply. âI mean, rules are meant to broken.â He twirled a pen, your pen from your desk you recognized, in his hand as you contemplated his words. âYou have a point there, I suppose,â You conceded, and he smiled brightly at that. âSo princess, you want to get back to work, or?â He said, trailing off at âor�� trying to get his implication across. You raised your eyebrow in question at that, âAre you seriously asking to hook up right now?â You asked incredulously.Â
You had expected a verbal response, maybe a head nod or shake, but when he put your pen down and stood up, you looked up at him in surprise. He walked closer to you before putting his hands next to you on the bed, caging you in, before replying, âWhat if I am?â He said with his boyish smile you always felt made your inside mushy. You broke his gaze and glanced away before you felt his fingers under your chin guiding you to look back at him. âYou gonna use your words princess?â He teased as you narrowed your eyes at him. âFuck off, Parker,â You retorted at his teasing and he raised an eyebrow before leaning close to your ear, âIâd rather fuck you.â You felt your cheeks warm at that as he pulled back to study your reaction. You closed your eyes for a second as you contemplated if you were really about to break your own main rule before deciding, âfuck it.âÂ
You opened your eyes again before moving one of your hands up to the back of his neck and pulled him in. As you felt your lips clash, you felt the bed dip as he climbed more onto the bed and over you. You kissed him passionately as one of his hands moved to grasp at your waist. He bit your lip gently at first before hearing your gasp and moving to do it again, rougher this time. Your hand on the back of his neck moved to tangle in his hair as your other hand moved to join. He groaned into the kiss when you tugged on his hair a little. Parting from the kiss, he took the moment to look you up and down before moving his hands to your thighs and manhandling you so he could sit in between your thighs. âYou miss me, princess?â He teased and you rolled your eyes at him. âWhy would you think that?â You replied as he smirked, and he moved one of his hands from your thighs to rest on your neck for a moment before trailing down to rest over your collarbones. âI could feel your gaze on me every time weâve been in the same room,â He answered, his gaze moving from his hand on your chest up to your eyes before dropping back to your mouth as he spoke. You felt your cheeks heat up further at the realization that heâd caught you staring all those times.Â
His hand on your chest moved to your face, with one of his fingers dragging over your bottom lip as he studied the way your lips parted slightly at the action. âIf it makes you feel better, I was also looking for you in the crowd all those times,â He continued as felt his thumb press into your lips seeking entrance, which you happily obliged. You looked up at him as you circled your tongue on his thumb, watching his gaze darken before he pushed his thumb further in your mouth to catch you off guard. You gasped a little at the sudden movement and felt a small amount of spit dribble out of your lips, which his gaze immediately laser focused on. âFuck,â He groaned as he pulled his thumb from your lips to wipe up the spit before pushing it back into your mouth. Pulling his thumb back and moving to hold your cheek with his hand, he leaned in and kiss you again, significantly needier and rougher than before. You whimpered into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. You felt your mind spin at the sensation as he moved his hand on your thigh to help you lean back onto your bed so you were laying down.Â
He broke the kiss, and you attempted to chase his lips, which pulled a chuckle from him before he placed kisses on the side of your mouth and began trailing down your neck. Finding your sweet spot on your neck, he kissed and nipped at it until you were panting. Looking up at you from his place on your neck, he smirked before speaking, âMind if I take these off?â He asked, tugging slightly at your clothes. âY-Yeah, Go ahead,â You replied, finding your voice a bit shakier than before. With your consent, he helped you discard your top and jeans before stepping off the bed and tossing his shirt off. You propped up on your elbows as you watched him unbuckle his jeans, his gaze catching yours as he smirked. âLike what you see?â He teased and you rolled your eyes again. âShut up,â You replied, and he raised an eyebrow before taking his belt in his hands and looking between you and the belt.Â
âIf you want to act like a brat, Iâm gonna have to treat you like one princess,â He warned, and you narrowed your eyes at him. âI am not-â You went to argue but cut yourself off with a squeak when quickly moved to grab both of your hands in his grasp and pinned you down with his body weight as he secured your wrists with his belt. âI did warn you,â He tskâd as you looked up at him incredulously. âYou did not just-â âOh, I did,â He said with a chuckle at your disbelieving state. You attempted to pull your wrists from the restraints but found he had secured them surprisingly well. He smirked as he watched you struggle before moving, so his face was close to your panties. He carefully plied your thighs apart as he leaned in close to breathe hot air over your covered slit. Your hips jumped a little at the sudden sensation before one of his hands rested over your hips to keep them still. âMaybe this will fix your attitude,â He teased, he leaned in closer and licked you through your panties as you gasped. He kissed your covered slit before kissing up over your mound and up to the skin above your panties. Carefully, he took your panties in his teeth as he pulled them down. You bit back a groan at the erotic imagery before you.Â
Once he discarded your panties, he leaned back in, kissing your thighs and sucking some hickeys there as you gasped and squirmed from his touch, wishing it was on your core instead. âPatience,â He chuckled as he watched you squirm, continuing to kiss closer and closer to your core before moving towards your other thigh and sucking a couple hickeys onto your skin over there. You whined at his teasing and arched your back in an attempt to force his head where you wanted it. He groaned at your neediness before you felt his lips finally kiss your slit. He then licked over it before moving his free hand to open you up to him. Then he licked over you in broad strokes before moving to suck on your clit. You moaned and arched into his touch at the sensation, hands struggling against his belt once again in an attempt to free them so you could bury your hands in his hair.Â
Looking up through his lashes, he watched as you struggled and moaned, feeling his pants tighten at the erotic image before him. He ground his hips into the mattress beneath him to take the edge off. Once he got a rhythm going from finding the best way to make you squirm, he took his hand holding you open for him and moved to rub a finger around your entrance. You whined at the sensation of his teasing before being cut off with a moan as he stretched you out with a finger. He worked his finger into you, getting you used to it before adding another and searching for your soft spot. You choked out a moan at the overwhelming sensation when he found it, feeling your orgasm build as you started clenching on his fingers. He groaned as he ate you out, causing you to moan from the vibrations. You felt yourself get closer and closer until you were right on the edge before he pulled back. You cried out as you felt your orgasm get ripped from you.
He moved to settle on his knees as he chuckled at your whines. âWhat the fuck, Peter?â You huffed with lidded eyes. âI know, I know, Iâm mean,â He joked as he shuffled out of his jeans and boxers he was still in. âFucking asshole,â You bit back before yelping when he smacked your thigh. âWhat the fuc-â âCalm down princess, youâll get what you want soon enough,â He lectured, but it came off teasing and demeaning. He leaned back over you before looking at your wrists bound with his belt. âCausing some wear on my belt, huh?â He teased but continued before you could respond. âCondom or not?â He asked as his gaze traveled down to yours. âNot,â You replied but looked at him, frustrated still from him denying your previous orgasm.Â
He nodded in acknowledgement before lining his tip up with your entrance. He pushed his tip in as you gasped, his gaze shifting down to where he connected with you. He moved to pull your thighs on either side of him as he pulled his tip out and pushed back in, fucking you with just the tip. You whined and struggled against your restraints again. âJesus, just fuck me already,â You huffed as his gaze snapped back up to yours. âNope, whatâs the magic word, princess?â He asked with that stupid grin you loved, as you rolled your eyes. Mid-eye roll, you squeaked as he pushed himself further into you. âOh my god,â You breathed out as Peter smirked. âThatâs right, princess, Iâm right here,â He teased as you wanted to smack his smirk off his face. He stayed still in you as you huffed and glared at him. âFucking move,â You snapped at him and raised an eyebrow. âNot until you say the magic word,â He replied, as you huffed in response. âPlease, fucking move,â You repeated with the addition, and he seemed to contemplate if it was satisfactory. You moaned as he finally moved, your legs moving to lock behind him to pull him closer. He snaked one of his hands between your thighs to play with your clit as he fucked you.Â
âThere you go,â He said as he fucked you roughly, âWhat happened to that little princess from last time, hm?â He teased as you moaned and squirmed under him. âDo I just need to fuck the brat out of you?â He asked when you didnât reply. His free hand moved to rest on your throat. Pressing down slightly as he continued to fuck you and play with your clit, your mind swirled with pleasure as you felt your orgasm creep back up again with more and more force before you were close once again. Just as he felt you about to tip into pleasure, he stilled and released the pressure on your throat. You panted as your lungs filled with oxygen again. âHow about now, hm? You gonna be a good girl for me?â He asked as you looked up at him with neediness written on your face.
âPlease, Peter,â You gasped as you tried to move to fuck yourself on his cock, but he kept you still with the hand that hand previously been on your throat. âCâmon, we both know you can do better than that,â He said with an expectant look. âPlease, Peter, I need it, need you, please, please, please,â You said as you began to babble. He smirked before leaning down to kiss you again as he began moving again. You moaned into the kiss as he fucked you, him using the opportunity to give you open mouth kisses. Leaning back, he continued to thrust into you roughly and circled your clit with his fingers as he took in your disheveled look.Â
As you neared your orgasm, you grew desperate for him to allow it. âPlease, âM so close, please, please,â You babbled as he groaned and shut his eyes as he felt you tighten up. âGo ahead princess, cum for me,â He said as you moaned in relief and pleasure as your orgasm swept over you. You swear you felt stars prick behind your eyes as your orgasm hit you extra hard. âFuck,â You heard him swear as you tightened around him. He continued fucking you through it, even when the overstimulation kicked in. You began whining and squirming again as it became overwhelming for you. âItâs okay, you can take it baby,â He moaned as his gaze focused on your overstimulated face, your eyes beginning to water.Â
You fought against his belt in an effort to grab your bedsheets or him, his gaze glancing up to it. He, as quickly as he could, discarded his belt from your wrists. Your hands moved to scratch at his back in an effort to express the overwhelming, almost painful amount of pleasure he was inflicting on you. He groaned at the sensation and felt you tighten up once again as your second orgasm creeped up on you through the overstimulation. He buried his face in your neck as nipped and sucked on your neck. âCan I come in you princess?â He asked, slightly muffed from having his face in your neck. âAh- Yes!â You cried out as he bit down on your neck as he tensed up and spilled into you. Your second orgasm hitting you at the same time, milking him as he came. He shuddered as he fucked you both through your orgasms.Â
As you both came down, he rested more of his weight on you, but was careful not to crush you. You both focused on catching your breath as he stayed inside you. âThank you, Peter,â You mumbled out dazedly. âFor what? Fucking you?â He chuckled as you playfully hit his back. âNo, well yes, but that wasnât what I was going to say. I was going to say thank you for making the first move because I certainly wasnât.â You explained as he nodded before pulling back up to look at you. âNo problem, princess, for both of those,â He said with a playful smile. âOh my god,â You replied, exasperated at his cockiness.Â
âYeah, yeah, whereâs your bathroom?â He asked as he sat up, pulling out of you. You rolled your eyes at his dismissal before pointing towards your bathroom door. He nodded before going to your bathroom. You looked around the room for your top but saw his and decided fuck it and slipped it on instead, finding it to be baggy on you. You moved to lay back on your bed as you caught your breath.
You looked towards him as he exited your bathroom when he whistled at your choice of clothes. âGoddamn, gonna make me get hard again, if youâre not careful princess,â He teased making you roll your eyes, before spotting the washcloth in his hands. He made his way over to you and indicated for you to open your legs again. âSince you were in such a rush last time, I didnât get to clean you up. So let me do it this time,â He explained before you nodded. You felt the warm washcloth on your slit and gasped slightly as he cleaned you up.Â
âThat better?â He asked when he finished. âMhm, thank you, Peter,â You answered. You watched as he climbed on to bed next to you and opened his arm in an offer to cuddle. You sighed, having already broken your main rule, you went for it and moved closer to him and laid your head on his chest. âSo, how would you feel about this being a regular thing, hm?â He asked, as you chuckled at his question. âSure, might as well,â You replied as he hummed happily in response. In the back of your mind you worried about what feeling that could stir up, but for now you let yourself enjoy his cuddles and decided to let future you deal with the consequences.
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spotify wrapped 2023: #51 + teen wolf for anon
"or were you all in a dream amelie, amelie? i don't know" amelie â gracie abrams
#allison argent#teen wolf#tw: flashing gif#allisonargentedit#teenwolfedit#twedit#photopeablr#femaledaily#usernoe#useramyba#tuserko#i know this took me over three months to get to but i swear i had the idea since december#like i saw the ask looked at the song and went oh this will be an allison edit for sure#thank you for sending it in anon!!!#i've just been suuuuper busy#and also depressed#i still kind of hate how this turned out though...and idk if anyone else can see the vision#but here it is!#also teen wolf is such a poorly-lighted show like damn not even a bit of moonlight for those wolves?? skjfs#kat.gif
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LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - ONE
pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: none (angst) chapter twoâ chapter three â chapter four
The bass from the speakers rattled the glass in your hand as you leaned against the porch railing, eyes scanning the backyard for himâRafe.
It had been a long month.
Longer than you thought it would be. Usually, when you and Rafe had your little âbreaks,â they lasted about a week, maybe two at most. It was always something stupid, a screaming match that ended with slammed doors and his truck peeling out of your driveway. But it never lasted. It couldnât. Youâd known each other too long, been through too much, and deep down, there was this unspoken truthâheâd always come back. Or, you would.
But this time was different.
This time, he wasnât calling or showing up at your window in the middle of the night, eyes tired and sorry, pulling you into his arms. The space between you had been growing wider since his dad died. And sure, maybe it was your fault for what you said after Wardâs deathâBut it was the truth.
Still, you hadnât expected him to shut you out completely. Two months. Two months of silence. And the only thing youâd heard about him since was through Ruthie, Topperâs new girlfriend, of all people. A random comment at Maseâs placeâsomething about how Rafe had been hanging around some pogue girl named Sofia.
Youâd rolled your eyes at that. Rafe? With some Pogue? Yeah, right. Youâd pretended not to care when she tossed it out like it was nothing
You werenât stupid.
Youâd always known Rafe wasnât the easiest guy to love. He was complicated, angry, recklessâbut so were you. And in some messed-up way, thatâs why you two worked. Or at least, why you thought you did. You were just as stubborn, just as damaged. But now, as you sipped your drink and looked around, something felt off. Your gut was tight, and that nagging feeling thatâd been growing restless under your skin since the breakup only grew stronger the longer you stood there.
You pushed yourself off the railing, discarding your drink on a table before moving through the crowd, past people you knew but didnât bother with. Your mind was set on one thingâRafe. You were done with the break. You had your space. Itâs time to get back together. It was never even really a question. It was just the way things worked with you two.
But then there was Ruthieâblocking your path, her wide smile dripping with the kind of smugness that set your teeth on edge. She looked like she was reveling in your misery and that little giggle she let out only made it worse.
"So glad you could make it!" she sang out, her voice too sweet, too bright. Her eyes flickered over you like she was sizing you up, taking stock of every inch of your perfectly put-together outfit.
You forced a smile, âYeah, well, wouldnât miss a party like this,â you said, keeping your tone casual.
You werenât in the mood for whatever game she was playing.
âOh, I just bet,â she replied, her smile growing wider. She stepped closer, her breath reeking of cheap wine, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. Ruthie always drank too much at these things.
What the hell was her problem? She always acted like she knew something you didnât, like she held the keys to all the dirty little secrets in Kildare, and she loved dangling them in front of people just to watch them squirm.
âRuthie, I swear to Godââ you began, but she cut you off, her grin widening.
âOh, honey,â she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy, âdonât get mad at me. Iâm just the messenger. You should really be talking to Rafe about this.â She took a step back, still smiling, and glanced over her shoulder. âHeâs around, you know. You can go find him yourself. See how cozy heâs gotten with her.â
You bit your tongue, jaw, forcing yourself to stay calm. She was trying to get under your skin, like the snake sheâd always been. You couldnât believe Top was lonely and horny enough to finally fall into her claws.
âThanks for the tip,â you gave her a tight lipped grimace, brushing past her, didnât try and wait for her reply.
You only caught glimpses of empty rooms along the way. You hadnât seen him since the break, and part of you didnât want to admit how much that messed you up. How much he messed you up. Your steps slowed as you neared the hall that led to the back of the house, the sound of voices filtering through the air. You recognized some, laughed at the drunken ramblings, until one voice cut through the noise. Rafeâs.
And then you heard hers. No fucking way.
You didnât stop. You couldnât. You told yourself you just needed to see him, just talk to him, tell him this break had gone on long enough, that you were done with the games. Thatâs when you heard it againâher laugh. It was light, flirtatious, the kind of laugh that made your stomach turn into a million different directions because you knew exactly what it meant.
She was there, with him.
You moved forward, the hallway barely lit as you reached the half-closed bathroom door. Your breath hitched, hands trembling as you peeked through the small crack, unable to stop yourself from looking.
There they were.
She was smiling, laughing softly at something heâd said, her fingers brushing through her hair as if she didnât have a care in the world. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his hands move, tying the knot in her bikini with such gentle precision like heâd done it a thousand times. The kind of softness he used to have with you. And then he said it, his voice teasing, amused like this was some kind of inside joke between them.
"God, this is just landing right in my lap, isnât it?"
You froze.
He laughed quietly, his lips brushing against Sofiaâs shoulder as he tied the last knot, and the way he touched herâlike she was something to be savoredâsent a rush of pure, burning humiliation straight through your chest.
You stumbled back, your heart pounding in your ears as Rafeâs words repeated over and over in your head. Landing right in my lap. What the fuck was this?
Your heart clenched, vision blurring as what you were seeing slammed right into you. You backed away, your hand flying to your mouth to stop the sob from escaping. But it didnât help. Not even Ă little. The tears burned, and you turned quickly, practically running back through the house and out the door before anyone could see the humiliating mess you were becoming.
It was real. He moved on. In two fucking months.
Thatâs all it had taken for him to replace you. To be done with you. He was over you. Just like that.
After everything youâd been through together, after all the times you had to pull him out of his own darkness, after the nights spent in his arms when you thought you couldnât breathe because your whole family was goneâafter years of being his and him being yoursâhow the fuck could he move on when youâd been rotting away in self loathing for pushing him away?
Your head spun as you stumbled down the steps, out to the street where your car was parked. You couldnât breathe. Your breaths were coming out too fast, too shallow, and your hands were shaking so hard you had to press them against your knees to hold yourself up.
What the hell was wrong with you? You hadnât even had anything to drink.
But your stomach was rolling, twisting in knots so tight you could barely stand straight. You leaned against the side of your car, the cool metal grounding you to reality for a second before a wave of nausea hit, forcing you to double over and retch onto the pavement. Tears stung your eyes as you coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
You felt dizzy, disgusted even, everything you thought you knew, everything you thought was yours, had been ripped out from under you.
Without a single warning. Not a text, not a stupid call, just pure indifference. No respect or regard for you. None of them. Everything youâd just seen replayed in your mindâRafe, her, the way he touched her like she meant something to him.
âLook whoâs still standing!â Topperâs voice. He was laughing as he strolled over, hands shoved in his pockets, that same carefree grin on his face that he always had at parties. âJesus, what did you have to drink? You look like youâve been hit by a truck.â
Normally, you might have had something to say back, maybe a fiery insult or a roll of your eyes. But right now, everything felt like too much. You couldnât say a word. You could barely breathe.
Your cousin stopped beside you, his grin dropping as he finally looked at you. âHey, whatâs wrong?â He leaned down, trying to catch your eyes. âYou good? You look kindaâ"
You cut him off, the question was heavy, like a lump lodged in your throat. âDid you know?â
He blinked, the confusion spreading across his face. âKnow what?â
You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest as you forced the words out, your voice shaking. âAbout Rafe and Sofia.â
You hated saying her name.
Hated that youâd been forced to know it by heart. Topperâs smile dropped, his expression changing.
He didnât answer. He didnât have to, you knew him well enough to read his micro expressions. You clenched your fists, it felt like you were the only one in the island whoâd been let out of the secret.
Surely, your friends, your only family wouldâve told you something right? Itâs not like you were on a remote island away from them. Youâd spent the last month in New York, not in the fucking jungle. You visited occasionally. You were a call away.
âDid everyone fucking know?â
Topper exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. âLook, we didnât think it was serious. You know how it is with you twoâyouâve done this before. Played with other peopleâŚâ
Played with other people. Like you and Rafe were just some game, a revolving door of heartbreak and hookups. It didnât make sense. Youâd always known how it worked, understood how these things wentâsure, youâd had your minor flings, and heâd had his, but it was never real.
You stumbled back, feeling like you might collapse. âOh my God, Iâm going to be sick again.â
He reached out, obviously concerned since he hadnât seen you in this desperate state in years, âHey, hey, calm down. Look, itâs not like it means anything. Rafeâs justâheâs going through a lot with his dad dying, and he⌠heâs just messing around. You know how he gets.â
But the words did nothing to soothe you. They only made it worseâhow everyone knew. How theyâd all watched Rafe move on, while you were stuck, still reeling from the breakup, thinking heâd come back like he always did. And he was just out there, with her.
With someone else. You pressed a hand to your stomach, your head hurting. The idea of Sofia, of Rafe being with someone else in ways that only you knewâways that had always been yoursâmade you feel like you were being torn apart.
Topper was still talking, still trying to rationalize it, but his words were like static now, blending into the noise of the party behind you. âIt doesnât mean anything,â he was saying. âYou know how it goes. You always end up back together. Heâs just doing whatever to distract himself.â
That word. Distract himself. Like your entire relationship could be boiled down to thatâa series of distractions until you decided to come back to each other, to pick up the pieces and pretend everything was okay.
You could still remember the night your life changedâthe phone call, the horrible, gut-wrenching moment when you learned that your familyâs private plane had gone down. Your parents. Your sister. Gone. Just like that. And Rafe had been the one to pull you through it. He was the one who had held you as you cried so hard you thought you were going to die, who sat with you in silence when you couldnât bring yourself to speak, who stayed with you every single night because you were terrified to be alone in a haunted mansion that now felt like a mausoleum.
You had been seventeen, and losing them all at once had killed something inside of you. But he was there. He wasnât perfectâfar from itâbut he knew what it was like to grieve.
He knew loss. He understood. Because youâd been there for him two years earlier, when his mom lost her battle to cancer. You could still see the look in his eyes that dayâfourteen years old and already drowning in so much anger and sadness, like the world had ripped something essential out of him.
The way he cried at her funeral when he thought no one was watching, and youâd found him, sat beside him in the cold, letting him cry without saying a word. You hadnât started dating yet, hadnât crossed that line, but something had changed between you two in those moments.
A connection, a bond forged in shared pain, in the kind of trauma that no one else really got. Maybe that was why you were so obsessed with each other. Maybe it was fucked up, but you couldnât imagine anyone else understanding you the way Rafe did.
How could it all come down to this? To you standing here, feeling like the world was ending while he moved on, laughing and touching someone else like nothing you had ever been through mattered?
Was that it? Did that one moment, that one argument about Ward, erase everything youâd done for him?
All the times youâd been there, the way you had comforted him when he felt like his life was spiraling? You remembered exactly what youâd said a month after the funeral, when your boyfriend blamed everyone but Ward for his own death. "He wasnât a good person, baby. I know he was your dad, but you canât pretend like he didnât fuck you up."
You hadnât even said it to hurt him, not really. It was just the truth. Ward had been a terrible father, controlling and manipulative, and youâd spent years watching Rafe try to live up to some impossible standard, chasing his fatherâs approval like it would ever be enough. But that didnât make it easier for him to hear. You should have known better. You should have known how raw he was after losing his dad, how complicated his feelings were.
But instead, youâd been brutal. Honest, but brutal.
And now, two months later, here you wereâstaring at the empty street, wondering if youâd pushed him too far. If that one moment of honesty was enough to make him forget everything else. Now you were just the ex, the crazy one who didnât know when to keep her mouth shut.
âFuck, why did I say that?â you whispered to yourself, voice shaking. Why couldnât you have just let it go?
But then another clarity of anger took over you, pushing away the guilt that had been building inside. So youâd been too harsh about Ward. So youâd said what everyone else had been too scared to say. It wasnât like youâd been wrong. Ward had messed Rafe up.
Everyone knew it. He knew it, deep down.
You gritted your teeth, staring out at the dark street, the low hum of the party still buzzing faintly behind you. You were never going to get that picture out of your head. Like they hadnât just met, like you hadnât spent years learning how to calm Rafe when he spiraled, how to hold him together when he couldnât hold himself.
Your chest tightened again, a bitter taste rising in your throat.
You could still feel the weight of his head on your shoulder that night, years ago, when his mom passed. The silent sobs that shook his body, the way heâd held onto you. That was the real Rafeâthe one he hid from everyone else. The one who was lost and broken underneath all the anger. And youâd seen him, really seen him in ways no one else ever could. Not Sofia. Not anyone.
"Look, you're emotional, okay? I get it. Maybe it's that time of the month or something. You know how you always get when your hormones go crazy."
The words got to you, but not in the way he probably thought they would. At first, it pissed you off, like it always did when people tried to downplay your emotions. Everyone always said you felt too much. That you were out of control.
But thenâŚ
You stopped moving, blinking rapidly as his words spiraled around in your brain. âTime of the monthâ, he'd said.
Your heart started doing summersaults, your stomach dropping as the idea settled in. You grabbed your phone, hands trembling like leaves as you opened the calendar app. You scrolled, trying to think, trying to remember when youâd lastâŚfuck.
You hadnât had your period in⌠so long.
Almost two months. No. No, no, no. This couldnât be happening. It had to be some kind of fucked up joke.
You felt light-headed as you reached for your car again, your body shaking so badly you could barely stand against the door. "Shit."
How could you not have noticed?
Topper noticed the change in you instantly, his brow furrowing. "Whatâs wrong with you?" he asked, his tone softening a little. "You okay?"
You couldnât even form a sentence. Your brain was too full of what-ifs. Two months late.
You hadn't even thought about it until nowâeverything had taken so much space in your head that you hadn't noticed the most obvious sign. This wasnât possible. Your hand flew to your stomach, almost instinctively. You had no idea what to do with the panic creeping up your throat.
âShit,â You hissed, this time louder, trying to push the growing dread down. But it wouldn't go away.
He was still staring at you, âWhat? Whatâs going on? Youâre freaking me out.â
But you were already backing away, shaking your head, âIâI need to go,â You mumbled, barely hearing yourself.
Your cousin moved quickly to block your path as you tried to make your way toward the door. That kind of protective streak only made you want to shove past him even more.
"Youâre not driving in this state." he warned you, voice firm, his hands up like he was trying to physically stop you.
You just glared at him, âFucking watch me.â
He didnât budge. "You get in that car and I'm calling Rafe," he said, sounding dead serious.
You couldnât believe it. Your head was already spinning, and he was trying to guilt-trip you like this was some kind of helpful thing to do? You threw your hands up in frustration, voice rising, cracking. "Heâs too busy fucking Sofia. Knock yourself out."
The words felt like venom in your mouth, the bitterness rolling off your tongue. You didnât care how harsh they sounded. You didnât care about anything anymore except getting away from this suffocating stupid place. Before he could say anything else, you made your move. You pushed past him with all your strength, chest hurting with the urge to feel something other than this suffocating mess of emotions and confusion.
Your hands shook as you fumbled for your keys. You managed to unlock the door, sliding into the driverâs seat, the cool leather biting into your skin.
You needed to think. But all you could think about was that one, terrifying realization: you might be pregnant.
Your breath hitched, terror swirling around your chest. The calendar app was still open on your phone, the dates staring back at you like a flashing red warning sign, daring you to confront the truth youâd been ignoring. Two months. Two months without a period. And you hadnât even noticed. You pressed a hand to your stomach again, heart pounding as if it was trying to escape your chest. This couldnât be happening. Not now. Not like this.
You werenât thinking clearlyâshit, you werenât thinking at all, but you couldnât stay here. Not with Topper trying to baby you, not with him out there, living his best life like you didnât even exist.
You turned the key, the engine roaring to life, and just as you gripped the wheel, ready to peel out of the driveway, Topper bolted in front of the car, planting himself right there like some kind of human roadblock. Fucking idiot. His arms were stretched out wide, like he could somehow stop you by sheer willpower.
âYouâre not doing this, I swear to God, youâre not!â he yelled, his voice frantic, echoing off the dark street. He looked panicked, pleading even, like he was convinced youâd actually go through with it.
You gritted your teeth, eyes narrowing on him through the windshield. âTop, I swear, you have three seconds before I run you over.â
âAre you serious right now?â he yelled, his voice cracking with disbelief. But he didnât move. âYou think Iâm letting you drive like this? Youâre out of your fuckinâ mind!â
Your fingers gripping the wheel so hard it hurt. You werenât bluffing. You were too wound up, too out of control. The only thing keeping you from flooring him was the fact that, deep down, you knew your cousin didnât deserve it.
You just needed to get out of here.
âMove!â you screamed, âIâm not jokingâ, Topper. Get the fuck out of my way!â
His face twisted with frustration as he looked over his shoulder, something catching his attention. He started waving, yelling at someone, his voice cutting through the night, âRafe! Dude, get over here!â
Your brain stopped. It was like everything had been sucked out of you. Your hands froze on the wheel, your entire body locking up as you looked to your right and saw himâRafe. Right there in the yard.
And she was with him. He had his arm draped around her casually, like she belonged there.
Like he belonged there, just standing in the open, so stupidly comfortable in his new life. His head turned when he heard Topper call out, and your eyes locked for a less than a second. A moment too long. A moment that broke something inside you.
While Topper was distracted, his attention on Rafe, you made your move. You slammed your foot on the gas, tires screeching as the car lurched forward, swerving just enough to dodge Topperâs stunned figure. You heard him yell after you, but his voice faded into the background noise as you sped away.
You didnât look back. Not at Top, not at Rafe.
The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out everything else. You hated this. Hated that you were crying. Hated that youâd let yourself get to this point.
âGod, what is wrong with me?â you muttered, your voice quavering as the words tumbled out. âWhy the fuck am I crying over him? I shouldnât be crying over him.â You slammed your palm against the steering wheel, angry, disgusted with yourself.
Youâd told yourself you were stronger than thisâthat after everything youâd been through, you didnât need him or anyone else. But here you were, falling apart like some pathetic excuse of a mess because of him. Because he had always been there, hadnât he? After the crash, after you lost everything, he was the one constant, the one person who kept you from completely losing it. Youâd relied on him so much. Too much.
âFuck,â you hissed, tears streaming down your face. Your throat burned as the memories came flooding back, memories of all the nights youâd spent together, of him holding you while you cried yourself to sleep, of the way heâd pulled you out of the gloom when you thought youâd never get back up again. You thought heâd always be that person for you, the one who understood your broken pieces because he had his own. Youâd always fit together perfectly.
You pulled into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore, your hands still shaking as you put the car in park. The tears had dried up on the drive over, replaced by a cold determination. You didnât want to be here. Didnât want to even think about what you were about to do.
The moment you stepped out of your car and into the harsh fluorescent lighting of the drugstore, you felt completely out of placeâlike a stranger in your own skin. You hadnât even thought about how ridiculous you mustâve looked until you caught your reflection in one of the storeâs glass windows. Your hair, still perfect from earlier, framed your face in soft waves, and your makeup was flawless, despite the crying. The designer dress you were wearingâsleek, red, and worth more than half the shit in this storeâwith its sticky floors and white lights, it made you feel like an alien. Like you didnât belong.
You caught the eyes of a couple of people loitering outside the entrance as you walked in, their stares lingering a little too long, murmuring to each other behind smirks. You knew they were talking about you. They always did, kook queen, overdressed, out of touch, bitch, whatever they wanted to call you.
The sliding doors let out a grating beep as you entered, and the air inside was stale and heavy, reeking of floor cleaner and cheap perfume. You adjusted your grip on your purse, strutting past the aisles with your head high even though everything inside you felt like it was falling apart.
You always did thisâdressed to kill, head up, like armor. But there was no real glamour in buying pregnancy tests from some random pharmacy in the middle of the night. No way to mask the deep, growing hysteria in your bones.
The girl behind the register clocked you the second you stepped up to the counter, her eyes dragging over your like she couldnât quite believe what she was seeing. You could almost hear her thoughts: What the hell is someone like you doing here?
You didnât even look at her. You just wanted to pay and leave without a scene. But of course, people always found a way to make things worse. She hesitated before scanning the tests, looking like she might say something. For her own good, you prayed she didnât.
You threw the money on the counter before she could open her mouth, two crisp hundreds on top of the total. The cash hit the counter with a sharp thwap and you gave her the bitchiest look you could muster. âTake it. Keep your fucking mouth shut.â
She swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she slid the bills into the register. You didnât care that she was young or nervous. You werenât here to make friends. You werenât here for anyoneâs sympathy. The extra money would make sure she didnât talk, that was all that mattered.
You walked out, your heels clicking against the linoleum, head high, even though every nerve in your body screamed for you to disappear. You slid into your truck, slamming the door shut, the silence finally hitting you. For all the designer clothes, the makeup, the moneyânone of it meant shit right now. You felt so small. So scared. Terribly lonely.
You sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the stupid bag in the passenger seat like it had the power to ruin your whole lifeâwhich, to be fair, it kind of did. You didnât know what the fuck you were going to do. Not about any of it.
Your foot tapped nervously against the floor mat, the sound too loud in the quiet car. The bag crinkled as you glanced at it again, your stomach twisting all over again. A bunch of pregnancy tests. How had it come to this?
Rafe. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to think about him, not to picture his face when he found out. If he found out. Shit, what the hell was he going to do? He was with Sofia now, right? So was this going to ruin his life too? Did he even deserve to know?
It was probably nothing, you told yourself. Maybe the separation anxiety had gotten to you. Maybe your body was just fucked up from all the stress. Maybe your period was just late because youâd been so all over the place lately. There could be a million reasons. You didnât even want to think about what would happen if it wasnât nothing.
You didnât want to cry anymore. Not after all of this. Not over Rafe. Not over your life turning into some fucking soap opera you didnât even want to be a part of.
The second you were inside your house, the walls closed in around you. Your perfectly decorated placeâthe one youâd spent so much time making into a refuge, an escapeâit didnât feel like that anymore. Every designer pillow, every carefully chosen piece of art, mocking you.
Your phone buzzed in your bag, you reached for it. Of course, it was Rafe.
âI donât know what the fuck that was but save the fucking dramatics, okay?â
The nerve. The fucking nerve of him to act like he was the center of your universe, acting like you were some inconvenience. Months of silence and this was the first thing he decided to text you? Knowing how much you despised when people called you a drama queen? Fucking piece of shit.
Your fingers hovered over the screen, a thousand different responses running through your mind. You wanted to tell him to shove something up his ass. But you did the only thing that felt right in that moment.
You blocked him. You stared at your phone, half expecting it to buzz again, half dreading that it wouldnât. It was done. You cut him off, at least in that tiny, virtual way. You sat there for a minute, gripping the phone, trying to remember how to breathe.
This was supposed to feel empowering, right? You told yourself it would. That cutting him out would help you get back some control. But your mind wouldnât settle. Those damn pregnancy tests were sitting in the bag next to you.
You were tired.
Exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with how late it was or how emotionally spent you were. You kicked off your heels, letting them clatter against the hardwood floor as you sank into the plush couch. Your house felt cold and unwelcoming tonight. Like a showroom. No comfort to be found. Not here, not in the muted tones of beige and white. Not in the sleek lines of furniture that were supposed to exude elegance and sophistication.
Maybe tomorrow youâd feel differently.
Maybe youâd wake up with a clear head, ready to take the stupid tests. Maybe youâd be strong again like youâd been so many times before.
Tonight, you were just tired. You leaned back against the cushions, closing your eyes for a moment, willing the noise in your head to quiet down. Sleep. Thatâs what you needed. Just a few hours to clear your mind, and in the morning, youâd deal with everything.
All of this would go away.
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the re-do | m.s. |
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.
warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+
notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333
âGuys why am I actually nervous to film this?â Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. âNo I am genuinely so scared right now.â Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.
âWe canât act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.â Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. âYouâre sure youâre gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking thatâs gonna come from all this?â Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. âThe more they see me the more desensitized theyâll be. Theyâll have to eventually get over it.â
As one of the tripletâs closest girl friends, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of hate from their fangirls on the internet. Because I had known them since elementary school, I had been a part of many of their earlier videos when their fans had still been pretty chill about our friendship. But over the past year, a new wave of younger fans had found the videos and had made it their life mission to publicly bash me any chance that they could. It became too much when, a few months ago, one of them decided to spread a rumour that Chris and I had slept together based on nothing other than strategically edited clips of us smiling at each other. It was then that the guys and I had made the decision to keep me as out of the public eye as possible.
However, the guys had sat me down last week to explain how fed up they were with how restricted they felt they had been in their content. They wanted to make an attempt at reclaiming a fandom built primarily of viewers closer to our age, and they thought that the best way to try that was to ignore the petty complaints and make content that they wanted to make. So, since I had been staying with them in Los Angeles for the month, I had agreed to not only be in one of their regular videos, but I had agreed to be in their âdirty q&aâ video. I couldnât lie, I was a bit nervous, but mostly I was excited that my friends were finally confident enough to make videos with more extreme topics.
âAlright guys, yaâll ready?â Chris asked, intaking a sharp breath while his hand hovered over the record button on the camera. We all responded with a falsely enthusiastic âready!â, and the camera was turned on.
âAlright, first question,â Nick began after his long-winded introduction filled with disclaimers and explanations for their change in content. âHow many people have you slept with?â Already with the first question, it was obvious that the guys were tentative about answering. âBro I donât know, next question.â Chris responded, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. âWhat do you mean by âI donât knowâ Chris?â Asked Matt tauntingly. âI mean I havenât fucking kept track of everyone Iâve slept with.â He responded bluntly, before realizing how bad that had sounded. We all, however, erupted into laughter immediately. âOkay okay itâs not that bad guys I swear, I just have a bad memory is all.â He attempted to remedy his previous answer, but all three of us continued to laugh.
âMatt, how about you?â Asked Nick, to which Matt simply held up five fingers to the camera. âSame with me.â Nick agreed before turning to me. âY/n? Spill it.â I rolled my eyes before answering truthfully. âSeven.â I shrugged, and I caught Mattâs smiley eyes through the rear view mirror.
âAlright next question isâŚâ Chris was scrolling through the responses to their Instagram threads. âHow old were you when you lost your virginity?â
âSixteenâ We all responded in unison, and immediately buckled over in laughter. âNot all at once though yaâll.â Nick explained through his laughter, while mine and Mattâs eyes flew open and Chrisâ laugh turned into hysterics. âWellâŚâ Chris began before he was cut short by the three of us telling him to shut up. âIâm definitely gonna have to cut that one out. Sorry you two fools, I kind of set him up there.â Nick rolled his eyes as he looked between Matt and I.
Ironically enough, the fans had been half right in their rumour about Chris and I sleeping together. I had slept with one of the triplets before, but it wasnât Chris.
When we were sixteen, Matt and I had decided that we wanted to lose our virginities to each other. It had been a no-strings-attached decision, and our friendship thankfully never wavered after it was done. Both Nick and Chris had already lost theirs that same year, and we had both just kind of wanted to get it over with. Obviously, this piece of information was known only by Matt and I, and of course Chris and Nick since they had barged into the room while we were in bed together. Even though the vindictive side of me would love to have the fans know this piece of information and shatter their dreams, I knew that the fallout would be an absolute nightmare.
âOkay letâs seeâŚâ I had been handed Nickâs phone to choose a question to answer and was scrolling through my options. âHereâs a simple one. Favourite position? Mineâs speed bump for sure.â I placed the phone down, satisfied with my confident answer, only to be met with multiple pairs of confused eyes. âI beg your pardon? The fuck is speed bump?â Asked Nick as he took his phone back. âThe one where youâre kinda just lying flat on your stomach with the guy behind you. Trust me itâs chefâs kiss.â I responded simply. Chrisâ facial expression turned from confusion to one of understanding. âOhhh yeah thatâs a good one.â He replied as he dapped me up. âGreat, gonna have to edit that out too unless you want the rumours to get really bad again.â Nick said as he rolled his eyes. âShit, sorry Nick.â Chris said, giggling slightly.
âLetâs just move on.â Matt said as he began scrolling on his own phone. âBest and worst sexual experiences.â He read off of his screen. There was a moment of silence while we all thought of our answers. âI had a girl throw up on my dick once. The problem is I donât know if that makes it the worst or the best though.â Said Chris, earning a loud groan from each of us. âYouâre sick.â Replied Matt, giving his brother a disgusted look.
âI mean I guess the worst sex would probably be my first time right? Like that makes sense right?â Asked Nick in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Chrisâ confession, to which I nodded in agreed response without thinking. I caught Mattâs eyes in the rearview mirror again, this time seeing them filled with a pleading expression. Realizing what I had done, I silently prayed to the universe that my action would go unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, my head nod didnât make it past Chris, which was made incredibly clear when he mumbled to Nick behind his hand that was hiding his smiling mouth from the camera.
âDid you see that?â He asked, and Nick looked confused so he continued, âY/n agreed with you about her first time.â He managed to get out before erupting into laughter at the expense of his brother. Matt threw his hands up in the air once Nick joined Chris in his giggling, and I winced from my place in the backseat; also mouthing an apology to Mattâs reflection in the mirror.
âBro come on it was my first time! I guarantee you were trash your first time too.â Matt said in an attempt to repair his ego as he threw his empty cup at Chris. âMaybe so, but I donât have the girl who I lost it to here in the car to confirm it.â Chris snarked back, playfully nudging Mattâs shoulder. âWe all gotta start somewhere dude.â He added when Matt didnât respond. As Nick continued choking on his own laughter, Matt crossed his arms and stared out the window, very clearly wishing he was anywhere but there in that moment.
âOkay okay,â Nick began catching his breath. âWe need to cool it because 90% of that what we just filmed is completely unusable. Letâs please just try to make it through this video without exposing Matt and Y/nâs bumpy sexual history again.â He pleaded as he began scrolling through his phone to find new questions.
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âGod, that was rough.â Said Chris as we all climbed out of the parked car. We had finally finished the video. It took us an hour to film, and would still be edited down to just twenty minutes of content where we werenât exposing big secrets or directly fuelling past rumours.
âAt least itâs done. It might be a while before I ever want to do that again.â Nick responded as he opened the garage door leading into their house. âAgreed.â Added Matt from behind me as we climbed the stairs to the main level. We all walked over to the fridge to grab drinks, as if the beverages would clean our dirty mouths.
âAlright,â Chris began after a hefty chug from his Pepsi, âIâm going to my room. Matt, Nick, get on Fortnite with me.â He began descending the stairs. âIâll get on once I shower Chris. I have a desperate need to scrub this FILTH off of my body.â Replied Nick, and he began walking towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. âY/n, come upstairs whenever you want to go to sleep and Iâll get off the game.â He called over his shoulder as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Matt and I were left alone in the kitchen, him sitting at the table and me sitting on top of the counter in between the stove and the fridge. Swinging my legs carelessly, I decided to break the silence first. âIâm really sorry about all of that in the car Matt. I didnât mean it.â He looked up at me and chuckled. âYes you did, and itâs not a big deal. I know I wasnât great back then.â He responded before taking a drink from his can. I smiled softly at his response but decided to leave it be. There was no use in trying to deny it. The sex was just boring, short, and awkward; the way that most first times are. At least he didnât take any offence to it.
âYou know,â He began after a few moments of silence, his eyes shooting to mine as he stood up from his place at the kitchen table. âIâve gotten much better.â A playful smirk travelled to his lips as he began walking towards my frozen figure on the counter. He stopped just a few short centimetres away from me, so close that I could reach out and touch any part of him that I wanted. I couldnât tell if he was fucking with me, until I felt his early signs of arousal press lightly against my knee.
My throat was dry, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Even though Matt and I had slept together when we were younger, the dynamic was much different than now. The proposition came about awkwardly, and we were a fumbling mess with very little understanding of how it felt to be aroused. But in this moment, I was very very aroused just from this conversation.
In my silence, he placed a firm hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb across it gently. âI can do just about anything. Just let me know how you want it and I can give it to you.â My stomach did a somersault at his words, and I felt my panties dampen. He used his free hand to push my legs apart so that he could stand in between them, and my limp hands subconsciously moved up to grab onto his shoulders. At the first sign of my willingness, Matt quickly leaned forward and peppered soft, teasingly slow kisses along my neck. His lips travelled up to my ear, where he bit the lobe playfully before whispering, âWell, tell me. How do you want me Y/n?â
His words caused me to clench on nothing and I nearly moaned from the anticipation. With him still waiting on my response I whispered back, âYou can do anything you want to me, Matty.â
Without missing a beat, he attacked my lips with his own and I melted from the immediate relief. I moved my hands from his shoulders up to the base of his head, and as his tongue danced along with mine I pulled gently at his messy hair; my own mouth filling with a moan falling from his lips. His right hand traveled up my grey hoodie to find that I had nothing on underneath, and he lightly brushed the bottom of my left tit with his thumb. Suddenly his hands moved from under my shirt and gripped my ass as he effortlessly lifted me off the counter and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stumbled towards his bedroom.
Once inside the undisturbed room, he placed me down on his desk, my ass hitting the mouse and causing the computer to turn on; casting a light on the otherwise dark room. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie, leaning me back slightly so he could easily twirl his tongue along each nipple. I hummed in pleasure from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth connecting to my skin, and brought my hand down in between our bodies to softly run my hand up and down his clothed hardness. After a few moments, he pushed my hand away and dropped to his knees in between my legs.
Pulling my grey sweats off my body and pushing my thong to the side in one quick motion, Matt took a moment to relish in my swollen, dripping hole. âI donât remember you being this wet for me last time.â He smirked as he looked up at me with blown out pupils. âLetâs see if you taste the same.â My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his filthy words, and a moan slipped from between my lips as his mouth made sloppy contact with my sensitive bud. I subconsciously grabbed onto the back of his head, suffocating him with my heat as he continued to suck and kiss my clit. As his tongue worked on my nerves, he released a guttural moan that vibrated against my heat, causing my back to arch at the intense feeling.
When we had done this all of those years before, Mattâs movements were lacking in confidence. He had fumbled around my clit blindly, and had ate me out cautiously as if he was afraid of hurting me. Now, this Matt had clearly gained experience, as my stomach was already beginning to fill with the familiar pressure from the build up of an orgasm once I watched him find all of my most sensitive spots; his eyes blissfully closed.
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my heat and I groaned at the loss of contact. He straightened his body back up to my level and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. âKiss me. I want you to know how good you taste.â He whispered through his glistening bright red lips. More on fire than I had ever been in my life, I immediately attached my open mouth to his, moaning at the distinct taste of my sweet arousal on his tongue. As we deepened the kiss, his fingers found my heat and he ran two of them up and down my folds to collect my wetness before slamming them into my cunt; finding my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.
My head rolled back, lost in the euphoric feeling of his fingers filling me up, and he watched my facial expressions intently as the wet sounds of my upcoming orgasm filled the space between us. âHoly fuck, Matt.â I slurred, my voice coming out choppy as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into me; never losing contact with that one spot that drove me crazy. âI-Iâm gonna-â I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the very beginning of my orgasm roll over my body.
Suddenly, all of his movements stopped and my eyes shot open out of frustration. In the time since my eyes had screwed shut, his own had darkened in arousal. My body trembled from the sudden halt in its pleasure, and he smirked at me. âYou want to cum, sweetheart?â He asked, his kind words a harsh paradox to his sinister expression. Still, I nodded eagerly to which he pulled his fingers out of me completely before leaning up and placing his wet mouth right against my ear.
âYouâre gonna fucking wait for me.â
I attempted to squeeze my legs together to take some pressure off of my throbbing, unsatisfied core as his vulgar words scrambled my brain, before he pulled me off the desk and pushed my head down so that I was now the one on my knees. Confused, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. He gestured towards his clothed member. âGo ahead.â I grinned slyly.
My turn.
I had made an attempt at giving him head the first time we had sex. Just like him, I had struggled with confidence due to the sole fact that I had no clue what I was doing. Since then, I had had plenty of practice, and I was excited to now be the one to show him my improvements.
I grabbed onto the waist band of his pyjama pants and pulled them down to his knees. With only his tight red boxer shorts covering it now, the outline of his thick cock and the small wet spot at its tip from his pre-cum made my mouth water. I brought my mouth up to the skin on his lower stomach, right above the Calvin Klein logo on his boxers, and began peppering excruciatingly slow kisses along the light sprinkling of hair there. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes to find him peering down at me with curious lust, his mouth open slightly and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
After a short while, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. His hardened cock smacked his stomach on its release from the tight material, where it left a wet patch from his pre-cum. Grabbing it with my left hand, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth and stared up at him as I let it all drip down his swollen member. After pumping my hand for a few strokes, I placed only the tip in my mouth as I watched his eyes dilate. I swirled my tongue teasingly along the swollen tip, tasting the the saltiness of his fluid. Eventually, I began pumping my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with my head bobbing along the top half of his cock. He shifted on his feet at the new sensation and let his head fall back. I kept my pace agonizingly lazy, knowing that it would drive him crazy.
With my tongue, I licked a strip from the base of his ball sack, up his shaft, and to his tip, earning a hushed whimper from his lethargic mouth before he grabbed my hair and shifted his hips. Looking down at me and holding my head firmly in place, he began thrusting his hips as he kept me still. He started slow, but when he realized that I could take more his pace began to pick up and his cock began to hit deep in my throat. I looked up at him through my tear-filled eyes, and saliva began to drip down my chin. âFuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth.â He grunted out through each thrust. I lifted my hand to cup his balls, giving them gentle squeezes that seemed to send him towards his climax.
As a moan fell from his lips, he pulled my head back so that his dripping cock sprung free before he got the chance to fill my mouth with his cum. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed taking deep breaths as if he was fighting the urge to finish right then, before he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. âGet on the bed.â
I pulled myself up off the ground and, on shaky legs, walked over to his bed with him following close behind. Once I reached the edge of the bed he stopped me, turning me around to face him and pushing me down so I would sit. âPut your feet on the bed and pull your knees up to your chest.â He commanded, and I did as I was told, albeit I was a bit confused. âGood girl.â He praised me as he pulled me right up to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs further apart.
Placing one of his knees on the bed beside me, he lined his cock up with my entrance; rubbing it tantalizingly along my wetness. Placing one arm around my waist to brace my body, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me right there on the edge of the bed. His trusts were slow but harsh, and the position he had placed us in made it so that my cervix was barrelled into each time his hips met mine. He placed his sweat-coated forehead against my collar bone and released small breathless grunts with each deep thrust. âSo fucking good Matt. Oh god.â I whined as his pace began to increase in speed. He planted his teeth into my shoulder as we fell back onto the bed; his body now completely on top of mine as he continued to drive into me.
He lifted his head and looked fixedly at my fucked out face, his eyes glossed over in erotic pleasure. With this visual, I was brought back to the first time we had fucked, in a position so similar to this one. His rhythm was slower and much more tentative, and we were both certainly much less pleasing to the other, but still I suddenly got hit with a wave of recognition in how much we had both grown since then.
I was pulled out of my trance by Mattâs commanding voice. âMove back real quick and get on your stomach.â I did as I was told, feeling the emptiness that came from his dick sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. Assuming he wanted me in doggy, I got on my knees and arched my back; my head and shoulders pressed firmly against the soft mattress. I felt the bed move as he climbed on all the way, and in a moment of animalistic desperation I pushed my needy cunt subconsciously back to meet heat of his cock.
âNo.â He stated simply, his veiny hands massaging my ass. Confused, I looked over my shoulder as I waited for him to explain. He had an ominous smile as he moved his gaze from my fully exposed cunt to my face. âI wanna see if your favourite position is really worth the hype.â He used his hands on my ass to push it down flat to the bed before adjusting himself so that he could line up correctly. Still looking over my shoulder with glazed eyes, I watched his expression as his cock sunk into my core once again. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyelashes fluttered slightly from the new sensation that the position gave him as he bottomed out. âOh fuck.â His eyes were fully shut now as he stayed still for a moment. Small beads of sweat traveled down his stomach as I took in the beauty of the man who was making me feel so so good.
Getting turned on even more just from Mattâs visual pleasure, my walls clenched subconsciously and I whined, âPlease keep going Matty.â His eyes snapped open and landed on mine, before he leaned forward â one hand beside my head and the other planted firmly to the small of my back â and began pounding into me relentlessly.
The depth of this position allowed me to feel every inch of his cock, and it became impossible to keep the moans and strings of profanity from escaping my lips. This seemed to be the case for Matt too, as over the sounds of my own moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting, I could hear the gruff throaty moans of his own pleasure. âFuck. Youâre so fucking tight Y/n.â Even though I was aware that we were both making far too much noise that Chris and Nick would definitely hear, I couldnât get myself to bring it to Mattâs attention, as the animalistic vocalization of his indulgence was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.
âI-I need to cum Matty.â I managed to vocalize as my nerves began to unravel. âHold it. Want you to cum with me.â He responded, leaning even further forward so that his body was practically lying on top of mine. He took a free hand and wrapped it around my throat, lightly squeezing the sides as my pleasure became dangerously close to bubbling over.
âP-Please cum for me. I canât hold it anymore.â I begged, digging my nails into his silk bedsheets and feeling my walls quiver each time he drove his cock into my cervix. His breathing became hitched in my ear and his movements became sloppier. Biting my ear, he asked, âWhere do you want me to cum, Y/n?â
Without wasting time, I moaned my response. âCum in me please. Want you to fill me with it.â At that, Matt slammed his twitching cock into me a few more times before finally telling me what I so desperately needed him to.
âOkay sweetheart. Go ahead and make a mess for me.â Even before his words fully left his dirty mouth, I gave into the overbearing pressure in my stomach and felt my intense orgasm over-take me. Practically screaming his name, my pussy convulsed uncontrollably. I felt the immediate relief and heard the gush as I squirted along his cock and down his legs. âJesus.â He moaned out as his body suddenly stilled. As my legs shook, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; painting my walls with his cum.
After we both came down from our highs, catching our breath and reconnecting with our minds, Matt slowly pulled his dick â freshly bathed in my own juices â out of my swollen core. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his body onto the bed beside mine. Both of us laid there for a moment, facing one another with glazed over expressions, before a shameless smile crept onto Mattâs face.
âWell you definitely didnât squirt the last time we slept together.â He chuckled proudly, and I knew his ego had been inflated. I rolled my eyes. âWell, you didnât whimper the last time we fucked either.â It was my turn to smile as he covered his face bashfully. We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us lethargic and fucked out.
âIf that was anything like when yaâll lost your virginities then I am extremely impressed.â
Matt and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the lit-up computer. On the screen, Mattâs Discord was open to the group with Nick and Chris. I turned to look at Matt, who had also clearly made the same discovery that I had, and whispered, âDid you for real leave the channel unmuted?â He tucked his lips together and shrugged apprehensively, before climbing off the bed and over to the computer.
âChris, how much of that did you hear?â He asked into his headset. I heard a laugh through the mic. âOh Matt, I heard it all. Good work. Iâm a proud brother.â I covered my face in embarrassment as Matt rolled his eyes. âFuck off. Youâre a perv.â He mumbled to his brother, but I caught the small smile that tried to creep to his lips.
âIâm gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through.â I heard Nickâs voice now through the mic and I couldnât help but laugh. âBro you could have just left the server, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing.â Matt argued with his older brother. âYou think I stayed and listened to the ENTIRE thing? What are you crazy?â I was full out laughing now, despite the embarrassment. âI left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard waaaay too much.â Matt laughed now and muted his mic â perhaps a bit too late â then walked back to where I was on the bed, propped up on my forearms.
âWhoops.â He simply said as he pulled his boxers back up. I shook my head and smiled shyly. âWe are literally never going to be able to live that down.â I replied as he draped his body along the bed beside me again. Rubbing his eyes awkwardly, he shrugged softly. âWell, at least theyâre gonna have to stop teasing me about my skills.â I smacked his arm playfully and he responded by grabbing me swiftly and pulling me to his side.
âYou were impressed, werenât you?â He asked teasingly, as he held me close. I closed my eyes and sighed, âI was, Matt. Really, really, impressed.â He giggled into my neck at my truthful response and I swatted him once again.
âIâm glad we got our re-do. Iâd been wanting that for a while.â He said after a moment. I looked at him with a smile and ruffled his hair. âMe too, honestly. I always knew you had some potential in you.â I teased.
âWell, if you donât want to have to face Nick right now, youâre welcome to sleep in here tonight.â He offered and I sighed in relief. âThat would be great, actually.â I said as I began to sit up. âLetâs get cleaned up first though.â He began as he got up and grabbed us both towels from his closet, âYouâre not allowed to get under my sheets until you wash my children off your thighs.â My eyes shot open at his disgusting choice of words and I quickly covered myself with my towel. âMatthew Bernard you are sick!â I exclaimed as we both headed towards his bathroom. âSure am. But so are you.â
He pulled me into a hug while we stood in the bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. As he rubbed circles on my back with his hand, I sighed. âI think this is the secret to good friendship.â He chuckled before asking, âWhat is?â Playfully, I smacked his ass over his boxers. âFucking the shit out of each other once in a while.â He laughed and pulled away from the hug before getting into the shower; leaving the glass door open so that I could follow him. âShut your weird ass up and get in the shower with me, friend.â
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Prada Shoes and I Love Yous
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!readerÂ
GENRE: smut, angst, crack, (some?) fluff, college!au, exes to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au, socialite/richkid!au
SUMMARY:Â Life as a socialite wasnât all champagnes and designer labels, especially not with the turn your reputation took due to a simple misunderstanding. Now, you were being painted by everyone as a big fat cheater who shattered her sweet boyfriendâs heartâa narrative that couldnât be further from the truth. In reality, it was him who had betrayed your trust. Frustrated and feeling deeply wronged, you returned to society and the new school year after a summer of cutting off contact with everyone and the drama. But just when you thought you were ready to face the world again, you were blindsided by something unexpected: the lingering effect Heeseung had on you. And who could blame you? Heeseung was way too hot for you to get over in just three short months and now, seeing him with the girl he once told you not to worry about all over him? Oh, it was on.Â
You refused to be replaced, labeled as a crazy ex, or forgotten. No, you were going to make Lee Heeseung realize that you were the best motherfucking thing to had ever happened to him.Â
WC: 21.4k
WARNINGS: some extent of emotionally cheating? (not actual cheating i swear itâs kinda unintentional), jake is a bestie and fwb hybrid (kinda flirty but itâs very much platonic i swear), so much miscommunication, profanity, drinking, drugs, physical altercation, mentions of puke, slut shaming, mentions of pregnancy (no one is actually pregnant), toxic relationship, roughdom!heeseung and sub!y/n, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), rough sex, unprepped? sex (consensual), creampie, mirror sex, deepthroating, cowgirl, dick too big?, creampie, and i am so sorry but karina is a BITCH like itâs almost campy how villainess she comes off
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hope everyone has fun with this one!! had a lot of fun writing it like and i'd love to hear you guys' feedback! love you lots <3 âşď¸
Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung.
This was all you found yourself repeating in your mind like it was some mantra while you reapplied your lip gloss, making sure to take one last good look at yourself in the mirror before shutting it close once you felt the planeâs wheels coming to a stop. From the outside, you looked absolutely perfect as not a single hair could be found out of place; no one wouldâve guessed that you had been on a plane for over 10 hours. But inside, you were a wreck as you felt your anxiety shooting up as your heart raced a million beats per minute.
âYou need to loosen up, you look like you have a stick up your ass.â Jake was lazily scrolling on his phone while nursing a champagne in his hand, barely sparing a glance at you. He seemed to be in a much more relaxed state than you were.
You scoffed before sending him a glare. âYou know, if anything, you should be the one panicking right now. Everyoneâs going to be talking about how we came back together.â
âGood thing I donât give a shit about what people say, right? Shouldâve thought that through before inviting me,â Jake shrugged, finally lowering his phone to look at you. His nonchalant attitude was pissing you off. âPlus, this all just looks worse because Ryujin decided she wanted to spend one last week with whatever his name was.â
He wasnât wrong. It hadnât just been the two of you in Monaco for three months; Ryujin had also been very much present. However, she found herself a summer fling named Louis, and unlike you and Jake, she couldnât find herself boarding your private jet without spending one last fiery week with her lover before saying goodbye for good and starting school again.
âMaybe we should have just stayed an extra week with her. It probably would have saved us from the shit show that I know weâre gonna be bombarded with the second we step off the plane.â You released a deep sigh before you started to gather your belongings around you.
Jake followed suit, grabbing his stuff and getting up from his seat. âWell, if we stayed back an extra week, then that would mean weâd have to deal with your momâs wrath for missing her annual end-of-summer garden party that we promised we wouldnât miss. You know how important it is for her, and to be honest, Iâd rather face Heeseungâs wrath than your momâs.â
He was right. This garden party of hers had been going on every year since even before you were born, and youâd be out of your mind to miss it. It was single-handedly the most important event every year for your family, and you couldnât even begin to fathom how your mom would react to your absence.
You reached over and snatched the champagne glass out of his hand before you downed whatever was left in it in one gulp as you braced yourself, hoping the alcohol would give you the courage you needed to step off the plane.Â
âWell, then I hope youâre prepared to take on Heeseung. Maybe heâll be nice enough to spare your pretty face. God knows itâs the only thing you have going for you.â
Heeseung was going to fucking kill Jake Sim.Â
When he woke up this morning, you were the last thing on his mind, something he seemed to have finally freed himself from. However, all the hard work he put into casting you away from his mind seemed to have been in vain, as now all he could think about was you and how you had returned after three months of radio silence with the guy you cheated on him with.
Livid didnât even cover what he was feeling, and it was evident in the way he swung his club. Each hit seemed to be driven by a surge of pent-up frustration.
âWhat the hell, man? Thatâs the third time today youâve been way off course. Whatâs going on?â Jay shot him an incredulous look as he tried to locate where the golf ball had landed.
Heeseung let out a frustrated groan as he ripped off his glove and shoved his driver back into his bag. âY/Nâs fucking back.â
That was all Jay needed to hear to understand what was going on with his friend. "Shit, I saw. Iâm sorry dude, itâs fucked up."
Heeseung was in no mindset to be playing golf right now. All he wanted was to go back home and wallow miserably in his bed. Unfortunately, they were only on hole ten of eighteen, and judging by his performance today, Heeseung knew it was going to take awhile.
"Did you know?" Heeseung couldn't help but blurt out, his frustration evident in his voice as he watched Jay effortlessly swing a shot miles better than his own.
Confusion flickered across Jay's face as he turned to face his friend. "What do you mean?"
âDid you know that she was coming back with Jake?â Heeseung felt his jaw tense as he mentioned his ex-friend.
âI didnât even know he was with her until today. Honestly, I thought heâd just fucked off somewhere and didnât bother telling any of us, considering how things went down. You know me, I wouldâve told you straight up if I had found out earlier.â Heeseung trusted Jay implicitly. He was as loyal as they came, but unfortunately, the same couldnât be said for everyone in their friend group.
"Do you think Sunghoon knew?" Heeseung's question elicited an audible groan from Jay.
If anyone in their friend group knew how Jake spent his summer, it would undoubtedly be Sunghoon. However, Sunghoon was notoriously tight-lipped, especially when it came to sensitive matters. Since the breakup, the entire friend group had undergone an incredibly awkward shift. It seemed that everyone had more or less chosen a side, and allegiances were clear.
"You know he wouldn't tell us anything if he did. It's getting ridiculous. The other day, I saw Gaeul and him having brunch or something at the clubhouse, and the moment she spotted me, she practically sprinted over to explain herself. She claimed she's still 'Switzerland' in the whole situation and hasn't chosen a side," Jay recounted, frustration evident in his voice.Â
Heeseung almost snorted at the absurdity of it all. Their friend group had never been one to keep secrets or tiptoe around each other, but the last few months had been nothing but that. The betrayal by you and Jake had not only affected Heeseung's relationship with you but had also tainted the dynamic of their entire friend group.
âLiterally, what is there to be âSwitzerlandâ about? I mean, this whole thing isnât even complicated. Everyone saw them go into the bathroom together and come out literally holding hands. Trust me, I know what she looks like after giving head, and that's literally what she looked like in that video Beomgyu sent. Plus, Karina literally heard them.â Heeseung angrily got into the golf cart as Jay fished the keys out to start driving.
âOkay, well, no offense, but in all honesty, Karinaâs probably not the most reliable source, cause sheâs in an extremely biased position, but I guess thatâs beside the point.â Jayâs words seemed to instantly bring a frown upon Heeseungâs face.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Heeseungâs tone sharply switched up in an almost defensive manner.
Jay, feeling this shift, nervously cleared his throat as he stammered, trying his best not to offend his already sensitive friend regarding an even more fragile situation. âI mean, uh, well. You knowâŚâ
âWhat?â The grip he had on the seat of the golf cart seemed to get tighter as he waited for his friend to elaborate.
âDude, you can't be serious? You know Karinaâs been trying to ride your dick for the past, what, give or take ten years? I mean, we all know that sheâs never had a good relationship with Y/N, and Iâm pretty sure most of that resentment stemmed from the fact that youâve always been head over heels for Y/N.â Jay slowly parked the cart and turned off the engine as he explained.
Still not understanding Jayâs point, Heeseung furrowed his brows, shooting his friend another annoyed look before getting out of the golf cart. âWhat are you trying to get at?â
âJesus fucking Christ, youâre dense. I mean, the last couple of months before Y/N cheated on you was the closest you seemed to have gotten with Karina because of that final project that you guys had or whatever. I mean, you were with her more times than you were with your own girlfriend, and knowing Karina, she seems like she could be delusional enough to have maybe taken that as a sign that you were interested in her? I mean, this is all speculation, but Iâm just letting you know what we all saw.â
Jay cautiously treaded this topic. Heeseung was his best friend since they were babies, and he would always be on his side, but Karina was never anyoneâs favorite with her extremely polarizing personality. He had no allegiance towards her, not to mention that she wasnât actually even in their friend group and always only ever found lingering around wherever Heeseung was, so it was much easier for Jay to actually see through her. In fact, it seemed that all of their friends could pretty much catch on to Karinaâs end goal except Heeseung.
âSo you think itâs my fault that Y/N cheated on me?â The air got tense as Heeseung snapped at Jay while snatching his 7-iron out of the bag. âJust because I spent some time doing a stupid fucking school project with Karina doesnât mean it gives her reason to go and suck off one of my best friends.â
Jay shook his head even before Heeseung was done with his sentence. Heeseung seemed to not be getting the point. âFuck no, dude, thatâs not what Iâm saying. Karina has an incentive: you. If she gets rid of Y/N, then it means youâre up for grabs. Of course, Karina didnât force Y/N to get on her knees for Sim, but she was the first one to come running, telling us what happened even before Beomgyu sent that video.â Heeseung was trying hard to focus on trying to get his ball on the green as he geared up to swing while listening to Jay.
âSo you donât think she shouldâve warned me of what she heard?â He swung precisely, but it seemed that this whole course, to be precise, wasnât going easy on him. Heâd be lucky to get even a double bogey on the par-4.
Jay slightly grimaced at Heeseungâs shot. âNo, itâs not that,â he let out a sigh as he walked over to Heeseung. âLook, youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I know the past few months have been fucking hard because of what Y/N put you through, and I just want you to be careful. Karinaâs always been kind of a conniving, spoiled bitch who finds a way to get what she wants. Just because sheâs been warming your bed every night since Y/N fell off the fucking Earth doesnât mean she should be someone you start trusting.â
There was nothing he could say back to his friendâs words and it seemed that what Jay had said clung on deep to Heeseung's thoughts throughout the day, casting a lingering shadow and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mind.
A small bead of sweat trickled down your back as the sun's relentless heat beat down on you. You took a small sip from your now lukewarm glass of champagne, its warmth doing little to refresh you. Today felt even hotter than previous years, and once again, you found yourself questioning why your mother insisted on hosting her most important event during the hottest month of the year.
Your cheeks were hurting from all the forced smiles youâd already given to family friends and important figures in your motherâs business circle. This garden party was always about promoting her upcoming collection and ensuring the continued support, financial and otherwise (not that she needed any more money), of both new and old acquaintances and partners. So, as always, it was no surprise that you were dressed head to toe in unveiled pieces from your motherâs upcoming collection. While no one could deny her incredible eye for fashion and the breathtaking quality of her creations, the white-tiered tulle dress with its plunging neckline felt entirely too inappropriate for a garden party and was getting on your last nerve. You stood out like a peacockâa testament to your motherâs outstanding handiworkâbut you weren't a fan of the attention it drew.
âI need to get out of this fucking dress,â you muttered through gritted teeth, your annoyance palpable.Â
Jake chuckled softly beside you. âI can think of a few ways to get you out of that.âÂ
You shot him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed by his insinuation. âDonât say shit like that, especially around everyone. Itâs not funny.â
âWhat? No one's around to hear, and even if they did, it wouldnât matter. Everyone already thinks weâre fucking, and to be fair, theyâre not that off.â He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
Without hesitation, you elbowed him hard in the ribs, your face growing even more pissed off. âThatâs not funny, Jake. Seriously, shut up. It happened only a couple of times and thatâs it. If anyone hears that, theyâre actually going to think I cheated on Heeseung with you.âÂ
Your pretty face sported a cold, serious expression, leaving no doubt about how much this mattered to you.
âHoney, I told you, they already think you cheated on Heeseung with me, so this isnât going to change anything. Besides, you know damn well it wasnât just a couple of times,â Jake rolled his eyes at your dramatics.
âYeah, well, the difference is that every time I slept with you was when I wasnât dating him, so I didnât actually cheat. Youâre just making everything worse by making it seem like youâre confirming what they already assume.â Your irritation was through the roof, and the heat was doing nothing to quell your annoyance.
Before Jake could say anything else, your motherâs saccharine voice filled the space. For once, you were grateful for her impeccable timing. âOh, darling, Iâve been looking everywhere for you!â
The eventâs dress code was always an all-white affair, but even then, your mother seemed to shine brighter than any of the guests. You were almost taken aback when you fully turned to face her. âHey, Mom.â
You flashed her a tight smile, but she barely spared you a glance, her attention focused entirely on the figure next to you. Jake seemed to stiffen under your motherâs gaze. âHello, Jake. You seem to be enjoying yourself,â she said, giving his attire a quick once-over and humming in approval. âYou look quite nice. Brioni, Iâm assuming?â
âYes, as usual, the event is beautiful Mrs. L/N. Youâve definitely outdone yourself,â he nervously chuckled. Despite his attempts at flattery, your motherâs cold gaze remained fixed on him. âAnd youâre right, it is a custom piece from Brioni.â
âUnsurprising, seeing that your father is rarely seen in anything else. Perhaps you could enlighten him to broaden his wardrobe, and maybe we can see about getting you a custom piece of mine. I have no doubt the materials I use are incomparable to much of whatâs in your wardrobe already. Though, Iâm sure you already know that, since it seems much of your time these days is spent taking my beautiful pieces off my daughter.â
âMom!â You gasped loudly, your eyes widening in disbelief at her bold statement. Your mother was never one to hold back her words, but this was beyond her usual antics. Next to you, Jake stiffened even more, nervously trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, Mrs. Y/LN, I can assure you that whatever you think is happening between me and your daughter is not actually true," Jake stammered, his voice strained with tension.
Your mother clicked her tongue in annoyance, obviously not buying his claims. "Well, the conversation I overheard the two of you having before I came seemed to say something different."
âMom, can we not do this here?â You darted your eyes around, making sure that no one else was catching on to what was happening.
âWell, darling, I would usually never impose myself like this in your personal relationships, but it seems like the two of you have brought not only our families into this but now also my business as collateral just for the sake of some mindless fucking.â
You had never heard your mother speak with such scandalous vocabulary before. Seeing her like this was beyond unsettling and left you utterly speechless. Â
âMaâam, I assure you that the rumors about our infidelity are not true at all. Itâs been a huge misunderstanding thatâ"
"Jake, I've always held you in high regard, ever since you were a baby raised alongside my daughter. You've grown into a very smart and handsome young man, one your parents should be proud of. Out of respect for your mother, who you know is one of my closest and longest friends, I've tried to overlook what's been happening over the past few months. However, overhearing the two of you brazenly talking about your sexcapades in public, especially during one of the most important events of my year, is something I simply cannot ignore. This has not only strained my relationship with one of my closest business partners, but it has also jeopardized our families' standing. If anyone else had overheard, I canât even begin to think how much worse the already damaging rumors would become."
âMom seriously can you stop this,â you were furious that she would decide to do this here of all places. âThis is fucking ridiculous and you know damn well that none of those stupid rumors are true. We can talk about this later, please.â
"I believe I'm entitled to speak as I please, especially considering this is my event," she retorted sharply. "Your father and I were generous enough to allow you to spend your entire summer break away without expecting you to address this mess you've created for us. I had hoped for better judgment from you. Instead, you and Jake decided to further exacerbate this situation by turning this trip into some sort of romantic getaway. I sure hope you were at least being smart and careful. The only thing that would make this situation worse is if you were to become pregnant. Who knows, you might even be pregnant right now. It wouldnât even surprise me seeing as though that seems to be the only thing the two of you were doing in Monaco.âÂ
Jake was a stuttering mess, his face flushed with embarrassment at the accusation. "Mrs. Y/LN, I swear that's not true," he managed to stammer out.
Before he could say anything else, your mother cut him off again. "I'm not so sure I can trust you on that. How can you be so sure that you didn't knock up my daughter?"
You were seething with anger at your mother's behavior, ready to intervene when suddenly a figure caught your eye.Â
Heeseung's fist connected with Jake's jaw before you even had a chance to react. The punch caught Jake off guard, and as he tried to recover, Heeseung landed another swift blow to his face.Â
"You got her pregnant?" Heeseung's voice was filled with anger as he launched himself at Jake, who was still reeling from the first two punches.
âWhat the fuck!â Jake groaned, struggling to fend off Heeseung's relentless assault.
Beside you, your mother was in a panic, shouting for security as everyone's attention turned to the commotion that erupted in front of you.
Before you could step in, Jay appeared out of nowhere, desperately trying to pull his friend away from their former friend.
"Heeseung, stop!" you screamed, rushing to Jay's aid.
But Heeseung was relentless, disregarding his surroundings entirely. All sense of decorum was abandoned as he straddled Jake, who was attempting to dodge Heeseung's blows while pushing him away.
From the other side, Sunghoon came running over to help pull Heeseung off of Jake. "Jesus Christ, Heeseung, get off him!"
After a couple of seconds of struggle, the three of you were finally able to pull Heeseung off of Jake, though he continued to struggle in attempts to break free. Security, called by your mother, arrived and joined in to help restrain the enraged boy.
Jake laid on the grass, his previously pristine custom white suit dirtied with splatters of blood and dirt from rolling around. Heeseung didn't look much better, his own suit now stained with blood, evidence of the fight. Despite being at a disadvantage, Jake had managed to land a few good punches, evidenced by the blood dripping from Heeseungâs nose. It was a chaotic scene, with whispers and murmurs from the other guests confirming their attention on the altercation. You could sense your mother's fury, even without seeing her directly.
"What the hell is this?" A gruff voice angrily interrogated.
Heeseungâs father had never been an easy person to be around, so you couldnât even imagine how angry he currently was at his sonâs behavior.
However, Heeseung seemed not to hear his father, his eyes staying trained on Jake, who was getting up with Sunghoon's help.
âOh my, Liz, I am so sorry. Iâm appalled; I genuinely am. I'm so embarrassed. I donât know what came over him.â Heeseungâs mom quickly ran over to where your mother stood with fury and attempted to sincerely apologize.
âWe are leaving.â Heeseungâs dad yanked his son from the securityâs grip and started to drag him away, but not before also turning towards your mom with a stern look. âYes, we apologize for our sonâs behavior. We hope it didnât ruin this beautiful event, and we will be excusing ourselves. Thank you for having us.â
You were still in shock with everything, and it seemed that everyone else was too, as no one moved and stood in silence, taking in everything that had happened. There was no way this just happened.
To say the last couple of days had been hell for you would be an understatement. Honestly, it felt even worse than the days following your breakup with Heeseung, when you could at least pack your bags and leave the country. But this time, with school starting in a week, that luxury would unfortunately not be granted to you a second time. Your parents were adamant that you face the mess head-on and frankly you found yourself wishing that you never returned from Monaco.
To make matters worse, Ryujin still wasnât back. While she called every day, you still felt alone, especially since you hadnât talked to Jake since your momâs party. Rumors about your supposed pregnancy were rampant, further emphasizing your alleged infidelity, and you figured it was best to get some space from Jake until the rumors died down.
With nothing to do, you found yourself doing things youâd never normally doâlike wandering down the chip aisle, looking for something to make you feel better about your situation.
âNo, Ryujin, you donât get it,â you huffed into the phone, frustration evident in your voice as you searched desperately for anything that sounded good. âIâve gotten DMs from random people Iâve barely spoken to, asking if Iâm actually pregnant and how far along I am. Iâm so fucking sick of this.â
âOh babe, Iâm so sorry. This sucks so bad. Itâs literally so fucking absurd and Heeseung was so stupid for this like I still canât believe he did that. Donât worry though, Iâll be there soon so just hold on,â Ryujin sounded sincere as the sound of waves echoed in the background. You envied your friend, who was probably at the beach right now, getting a nice tan with her hot beau, and not miserably suffering in this stupid predicament like you were.
âUgh, I canât wait until youâre here. Iâm like seriously going through it and I just hope itâll die down once school starts, but I doubt it becauseââ
âY/N?âÂ
You were abruptly cut off by a shrill voice. Even before you turned your head to face them, you knew exactly who it was and found yourself unable to hold back an exasperated groan. âFuck, Iâll call you later, Ryujin.â
Karina had always been one of the most beautiful girls you knew, even from a young age and you couldnât deny that she looked stunning now, even under the horrendously yellow dim lights of the grocery store. But, like always, she had a knack for bringing out a grimace on your face, which you sported as you turned to face her.
âOh my God, no way! I thought it was you earlier but I was like, no way is The Y/N out shopping for groceries. But honestly, who else could it be? I mean, youâre unmistakable.â Karina held a shopping basket in one hand that barely had anything in it. She was dressed like she was about to attend a charity gala, a stark contrast to your Lululemon shorts and an old shirt from Heeseungâs closet.
âHey, Karina,â was all you could let out before she animatedly started speaking again, not giving you a second to talk.Â
"It's been so long! I mean, how long has it been since we last saw each other? You didnât even say goodbye to any of us and just left but you look great, especially consideringâoh, and congrats! Honestly, I was actually worried it would be awkward between us, but once I heard the news, all my worries disappeared. You and Jake seem so happy together, and you have no idea how thrilled I was when I heard that you guys are about to start a family. Itâs so cute and I now know that there's no reason for me to worry about you getting mad about me and Heeseung. Although I was a little surprised your boyfriend attacked mine like that, but Iâm sure it was just a misunderstanding.âÂ
Karina spoke without pausing, giving you no time to digest her words and she didnât seem to notice your growing annoyance as she continued to babble with that smug look on her face.
âWait hold on, you and Heeseung are dating?â There was no way you heard her right.
But it seemed that you did as she nodded with a bright smile on her face. âYeah itâs still kind of new only a couple of months but itâs been amazing. I mean Iâm sure you know just as well that heâs like literally the best.â Her voice slowly drowned out as you took everything in. A couple of months ago was literally when you left for Monaco so it meant that Heeseung didnât waste any time to make Karina his girlfriend.Â
âWhat the fuck, Karina?â You didnât hold back, making sure she knew you were beyond enraged at this new revelation.
Her face held a surprised expression as you cut her off abruptly. âIâm sorry, but what do you mean?â
You rolled your eyes. You knew she understood exactly what you were talking about, and it infuriated you that she was pretending otherwise. You knew Karina too well; she was reveling in the fact that she currently had something you didnât for the first time in her life.
âDrop the act, Karina. I donât have time for this shit. We both know exactly what youâre trying to do, and itâs pathetic. You and your friends can call me a slut for supposedly cheating on Heeseung, but itâs rich coming from you when you and Heeseung literally did the same thing. Not to mention the fact that you two didnât even wait a decent amount of time before getting together after he and I broke up. So honestly, I hope youâre both happy and sincerely, fuck you both.âÂ
You didn't bother to stick around to hear whatever else she had to say. As you turned and walked away, you felt your eyes welling up with tears. You thought you were over Heeseung, but clearly, that wasnât the case. The revelation of his new relationship pulled at your heartstrings, making you wonder if you ever really mattered to him the way he did to you. Nothing hurt more than realizing that the two year-long relationship you cherished above all else might have been a joke to him.
âRyujin, I really donât think Iâm up for going out,â you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. Ryujin, on the other side of the room, was finishing her makeup at the vanity.
âNo way, I told you, youâre not staying holed up moping around because of Heeseung again. You already did that in Monaco, and Iâm not letting you waste any more time on that asshole. Youâre coming out with us, and you are going to have an amazing night.â
Ryujin had finally come back the day before, and while having her by your side made you feel better, you couldnât stop thinking about your ex.
âI seriously doubt one night of drinking and partying will make Heeseung disappear from my thoughts,â you muttered, rolling your eyes. You knew Ryujin would end up dragging you out, but that didnât mean you couldnât complain the whole time.
âI think youâre underestimating the power of a good night out. Who knows, maybe youâll find some hottie to get your mind off everything,â Ryujin shrugged while spritzing perfume. âMaybe you should go looking for Jake.â
You shook your head at her. âJakeâs not going to help.â
âWell actually, from what I remember I think Jake helped a good bit with speeding up the process of you getting over moping about Heeseung a couple of months ago so whoâs to say that it wonât work this time?âÂ
âI am not sleeping with Jake again. That would literally make everything like so much worse. Everyone already thinks Iâm pregnant with his kid. I donât need more things to fuel that rumor.â
Ryujin wasnât wrong about your summer situationship with Jake helping to distract you, but continuing it back here would only add fuel to the fire. Not to mention, your relationship with Jake was purely platonic with some sexual attraction. That was all it ever was even back in high school, and you had both talked at length about how neither of you saw a relationship beyond friendship. So even if you went to him looking for something more, Jake ultimately wouldnât be able to give you what you wanted.
âWell then thereâs other people! What about-â You cut her off abruptly.
You cut her off abruptly. âRyujin, I know youâre just trying to help, and I really do appreciate it, but I just think sleeping with other people isnât going to solve anything. I just want to lay low this semester and focus on school. I donât want to be wrapped up in more drama.â Done with the conversation, you grabbed your purse, suddenly more eager to get to the party if it meant changing the subject.
âReady to go?â you asked, and just like that, her eyes lit up and a wide, giddy smile spread across her face as she eagerly followed you out.
The Uber ride was short, and before you knew it, you had arrived. Hyunjin was known for throwing the best parties, and tonight was no exception. The massive manor, which you were all too familiar with, was already buzzing with more people than you imagined his parents would ever find acceptable.
âHey, there you guys are!â Ryujinâs close friend Yujin, who you were also friendly with, excitedly ran over to greet you both. She had been studying abroad for 6 months and you hadnât seen her since so you were even more elated to see her.Â
âHey, Yujin! Itâs been a while! You and Sunoo looked like you were having the time of your lives in Italy.â You greeted her warmly, following her inside as she led you to where all the drinks were.
âOh yeah, it was beyond amazing, but Iâm sure nothing compares to Monaco. God, I havenât been there in ages.â She poured out shots and passed them to you and Ryujin. Without hesitation, the three of you knocked them back, grimacing slightly at the aftertaste.
âFuck, I already miss it. It took like an hour to say goodbye to Louis, and I was so upset for the first 30 minutes of the plane ride. But the good thing about summer flings is that after the goodbyes, there's nothing left to hold onto, so itâs easy to get over.â Ryujin poured another shot for both of you while Yujin reached for a can of Ranch Water.
âI literally thought they were going to try something serious since she was with him all summer. Half the time, I couldnât even find her because she and Louis were off somewhere, but I guess he really was just a summer fling.â You nudged your friend as Yujin let out an amused giggle.
âI bet! Those pics on your most recent Insta post, man, they were hot. What about you, Y/N? Any European hotties catch your eye?â Yujin wiggled her brows, and you rolled your eyes while reaching behind her for a can of Ranch Water.
âMore like an Australian hottie,â Ryujin teased, and you instantly elbowed her.
âJesus Christ, Ryujin, seriously shut up.â You shot her an annoyed look.
Yujin, however, seemed to find amusement in Ryujinâs remark as she gave you a wide-eyed look while giggling. âNo way, so itâs true then?â
âFuck no. I mean yeah, we hooked up, but I swear to God Iâm not pregnant.â You shook your head vehemently.
You saw Yujin open her mouth, but Ryujin beat her to it, grabbing your arm. âDonât turn around.â
Your brows furrowed at her panicked actions, and you started to turn your head, but she quickly stopped you. âWhat? What happened?â
âFuck, Heeseungâs here,â Yujin answered, her eyes darting around past your head. âHeâs over there near the pool table. Donât turn around.â
You stood still, heart racing, as you listened to your friends' directions. You saw Ryujin's expression shift from panic to a scowl.
âAnd he brought Karina. Sheâs stuck on him like a fucking leech,â Ryujin sneered. Even before the summer, Ryujin had always been Karinaâs number one hater, so her reaction was no surprise.
Quickly, you decided it would be best to leave the area, and the girls seemed to think the same as the three of you started to move. But before you could take a step out of the kitchen, a booming voice caught your attention.
âY/N!â Sunghoonâs voice echoed through the music, loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. You stiffened as you realized your presence was now exposed to everyone.
âFuck, itâs been a long time!â He approached with a massive smile and, before you could even respond, engulfed you in a tight hug. Behind him, you spotted Jake trailing close by, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Hey, Sunghoon," you greeted him back, debating whether to reciprocate the hug he wasn't letting go of.
"Okay, buddy, that's enough," Jake intervened, yanking his friend back.
"Oh, princess, you got even prettier while you were away! If that's even possible, but damn, you look amazing," Sunghoon's red, dopey eyes hinted at his intoxicated state.
"He's crossed," Jake confirmed, as if reading your mind.
"Oh God, why did you let him do that again?" Ryujin scolded Jake, delivering a disapproving look along with a smack on his arm.
"What the fuck! I'm not his babysitter," Jake retorted, shooting Ryujin a pointed look.
"Well, he is your best friend," you shrugged.
"I'm totally fine, you guys worry too much," Sunghoon shot everyone a smile before reaching for the drink in your hand, which you quickly pulled away.
"Yeah, Sunghoon, maybe lay off the drinking and smoking for now. I think I still have the video from the last time you got crossed," Yujin remarked, raising a skeptical brow at his current state. The mention of the video drew snorts of amusement from everyone except Sunghoon.
Instead, Sunghoon's eyes widened at her words, shaking his head vigorously. "I swear that wonât happen tonight."
"Well, it might if you keep this up," Ryujin added, recalling the infamous incident the last time Sunghoon was in this state. It involved projectile vomiting on a girl followed by passing out on her, effectively ruining any chance he might have had with her.
"Whatever," Sunghoon rolled his eyes, turning away, but before he could even take a step, he turned right back around (unsteadily with Jake stepping in to steady him), and blurted out, "Heeseung's here."
You could hear Jake cursing under his breath at Sunghoonâs words, while Ryujin nodded.
"Yeah, we were trying to sneak out of the kitchen before they noticed us, and then you had to go and yell Y/Nâs name," Ryujin added.
"Oh," Sunghoon sheepishly nodded. "My bad."
"Does he have to fucking bring her everywhere?" Jake muttered, casting another glance towards where Heeseung and Karina were.
"You know, I even heard Jayâs getting sick of her tagging along everywhere."
"Whereâd you hear that?" You shot Sunghoon a suspicious look.
âGaeul.â
"She still hangs out with them?" Ryujin scoffed, clearly annoyed.
"She claims to be the neutral party between us."
âSo sheâs still being a fucking dumbass?â Ryujin shot back, clearly unimpressed with their friendâs stance.
"Well, she still reports everything back to us, so it's not all bad," Jake tried to reason, but Ryujin wasn't buying it.
From next to you, Yujin chuckled. "Your friend group is so fucking messy, thank God I'm not involved. I'm going to find Hyunjin for some weed. Good luck sorting out your drama." She shot you a wink before briskly walking away before anyone could respond.
"Are we really that messy?" Sunghoon asked innocently, but before anyone could answer, he vomited everywhere.
You were cursing under your breath as you tried to wash the puke out of your shorts, fuming at Park Sunghoon. Thankfully, they were black, so staining wasn't an issue, but standing in your underwear in a house party bathroom, scrubbing your pants instead of enjoying the night, was infuriating. Even if you managed to clean them, you'd be stuck wearing damp pants for the rest of the night.
As you wrung out the fabric, desperate to dry them as much as possible, the bathroom door suddenly swung open.
âOh! Sorryâ Y/N?â Heeseungâs eyes widened in surprise when he realized not only that someone was already in the bathroom but that it was you.
In your haste to escape Sunghoon's vomit, you must have forgotten to lock the door. Naturally, Heeseung had to be the one to barge in.
The two of you stood there awkwardly, each taking in the other's appearance. It was technically your first real encounter since your return, discounting the brief moment at your mother's garden party before Heeseung was promptly escorted away by his parents.
He looked way too good, enough to stir butterflies in your stomach. It was unsettling how Heeseung could still have this effect on you after everything that had happened.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted cautiously, breaking the silence. The tension in the room was palpable.
"Hey, Heeseung," you replied, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness.
"Sunghoon was right," he blurted out abruptly, his words coming out in a rush before he could stop himself.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What?"
"I-I mean, he said... that you look even prettier now," Heeseung stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I mean, not that you weren't pretty before, but, um... yeah."Â
Your cheeks warmed at his unexpected compliment. This wasn't how you had imagined your first conversation with him after coming back would go.Â
"Uh, thanks."
A few more uncomfortable seconds ticked by before Heeseung finally seemed to notice your state. "Uh, what are you doing?"
You had completely forgotten about your current attireâjust in your underwear, a lacy black thong that had driven Heeseung wild a few months ago.
"Oh, Sunghoon threw up on me after getting crossed," you explained, shaking your head in annoyance as you returned to wringing out your shorts.
"Again? Fuck, he really needs to learn not to do that. If he had a nickel for every time he puked on a pretty girl while he was crossed, he'd have two," Heeseung remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. There was no way you were actually laughing at your cheating exâs jokes.Â
Heeseung seemed to relax a bit upon hearing your giggles, joining in with a laugh of his own.
"Here, let me help. There's probably a dryer around here somewhere," he offered, finally deciding to step into the bathroom as he closed the door behind him. He bent down, rifling through a couple of cabinets until he found what he was looking for.
"Fuck, I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier," you muttered, taking the dryer from him and plugging it in before switching it on.
He reached over to hold your shorts for you while you dried them. After a few minutes, you turned off the dryer, confident your shorts were dry enough by now. "Thanks," you said, taking them from him.
As you looked up at him, you suddenly became aware of the closeness between the two of you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his.
Fuck he was hot.
You could feel the all-too-familiar warmth spreading throughout your body as the two of you held each other's gaze, neither daring to look away. Slowly, almost as if guided by muscle memory, you inched your faces closer until you could feel his breath on your lips, poised to kiss him. But a small voice in your head stopped you before you could fully lean in.
âWait.âÂ
Heeseung instantly pulled back. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"No, no it's not that. I canât do that to Karina," you hurriedly explained, shaking your head. Tears threatened to spill over as the pain of Heeseung's past betrayal resurfaced. Despite any animosity toward Karina, you couldn't bring yourself to inflict that same hurt on anyone else.
"What?" Heeseung furrowed his brows, confusion etched across his face as he looked at you.
"Heeseung, you can't just fucking cheat on her after you cheated on me with her!" You shot him an incredulous look, unable to believe how close he had come to infidelity once again.
His head shook vehemently, confusion clouding his eyes. "What do you mean? If anything, you're the one who's cheating!"
"Jesus Christ, for the last fucking time, I'm not dating Jake!" You yelled in frustration.
âAnd Iâm not dating Karina!â
The two of you stared at each other, mutual confusion now evident, leaving you both speechless.
âWhat?âÂ
"Yeah, I'm not dating her! And what do you mean you're not dating Jake?" Heeseung shot back, equally bewildered.
"I literally saw her a couple of days ago, and she told me the two of you had been dating for a couple of months," you said, watching Heeseung shake his head in disbelief.
"What the fuck! She's fucking lying, we are not dating, let alone have been dating. That fucking bitch, literally what the fuck," Heeseung was beyond pissed.
You scoffed, equally heated. "Karina was literally rubbing it in my face about how happy you two were. And for your information, I have never dated Jake."
"What the fuck, Y/N? I fucking punched him!" Heeseung felt like he was going insane. Everything he had believed for the past few months was suddenly a lie.
You rolled your eyes at his outburst. "Yeah, I fucking know. I was there, if you remember! He still has a fucking split lip because of you, and my mom's still beyond mad about it."
You had to be lying, Heeseung couldnât believe your words. âThereâs no fucking way.â
âYeah you fucking dumbass, you beat him up for nothing.âÂ
âWait, wait, wait no itâs still fucking justified! He was one of my best friends who went on and fucking slept with my girlfriend!â There was no way the two of you were actually having this conversation at a raging party after not seeing each other for three months.
"No, he didn't! Or at least not while we were dating, and I'm also not fucking pregnant!" Your voice echoed in the cramped bathroom. You were still intoxicated and could feel a headache coming on.Â
"Fuck you! Literally, everyone saw you two that night," Heeseung retorted sharply, but before he could continue, it seemed he fully absorbed your words, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "So you have been fucking Jake!"
"Yeah, but only after we broke up, not before! And you can't be acting all innocent when you've literally been with Karina!" You were annoyed by his accusatory tone. He was such a fucking hypocrite.
"Okay, but I didn't blatantly sleep with her at a party while we were still together like you didâ"
You cut him off by smashing your lips against his, needing to silence him in any way possible. You couldn't stand another moment of arguing about this.
You could feel Heeseung freeze for a second, taken aback by your action, but he quickly recovered as you could feel his lips move against yours.Â
There was nothing romantic about the kiss as the two of you hungrily pushed back against each other, fighting for dominance. Teeth clashed against each other as your tongues battled back and forth and you could barely breathe, but it seemed that neither of you considered stopping anytime soon.Â
His hands quickly found themselves ripping your top off you as yours went straight down to undo his pants and push them down. You finally pulled away from the kiss to spit on your hand before going straight back into his lips. Not a second was spared to think about your actions as you didnât hesitate to stick your hand down his underwear. He was already half-hard and you quickly wrapped your hand around his length, inciting a groan out of him.Â
While one hand worked on pushing down his underwear the other worked on pumping him. Heeseung was in almost the same state as one of his hands was found groping at your boobs, playing with your nipple, while the other also attempted to pull your underwear down.
As soon as your thong reached mid-thigh, Heeseung quickly broke the kiss to turn you around and roughly push you down against the bathroom counter. You jolted at the cold counter pressing against your already sensitive nipples but Heeseung pushed down hard on your back so you couldnât lift yourself up. You looked helpless in the mirror and without warning you felt his dick plunging deep inside of you.
You gasped at the intrusion. Sharp pain erupted within you as tears welled in your eyes and you could do nothing except tightly squeeze them shut while your hands desperately attempted to grab at anything to hold on to. Heeseung had started to fuck you without even giving you a second to adjust and your cries filled the bathroom.Â
You hadnât been fucked like this in so long and sure Jake was a freak in bed with a big dick but he had never considered fucking you before making sure you were prepped. No, this was Heeseungâs specialty. He fucking loved it and you couldnât help but also find yourself loving the pain that came with his pleasure.Â
âFucking slut, look at yourself,â Heeseung growled in your ear before roughly grabbing your hair and pulling it back, forcing you to face yourself in the mirror.Â
âPlease, Heeseung,â you could barely moan out.Â
His hand gripped your hip so tightly that he knew bruises from his fingers were sure to be left afterward and his eyes were crazed as he battered himself even harder against your cervix, giving you no respite.
âWhat? What else could you want, Iâm already fucking you. Greedy whore.â You felt yourself clench tighter around him as you heard his words. You were almost there as you could feel the tight coil just about ready to snap.
âOh fuck, Heeseung harder,â you screamed.Â
Heeseung did just as you asked and as if it was possible, you felt him force himself even deeper inside you at a faster pace. You knew he was battering deep at your cervix, but you were too focused on chasing your orgasm that you couldnât even care for the dull aching pain. His hand in your hair pushed your head against the mirror and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from drooling and fogging up the mirror. His animalistic grunts filled your ear and the grip in your hair got tighter.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You screamed out as the coil snapped and you felt yourself reaching your ultimate high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you slumped against the mirror, having no strength to hold yourself up.
Heeseung was also close as you felt his cock twitch inside you and before you knew it, warm spurts of cum painted inside of you as you felt him thrust a couple of more times while he panted. He came so much that you could even feel some drip down the inside of your thighs.
âFuck,â he breathed out as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you and land on the bathroom floor.Â
You were still slumped against the mirror, attempting to catch your breath and process what had just happened.
As your eyes connected with Heeseungâs through the mirror, a rush of emotions overwhelmed you. The weight of what the two of you had just done bore down on you, and shame began to smother you, making you feel like you were suffocating. You couldn't stay there with him a moment longer. Quickly, you dressed yourself, doing your best to ignore the aching pain between your legs. Heeseung looked confused by your sudden change, but before he could say anything, you were out the door, leaving him to dwell on the implications of your actions.
You honestly hadnât been listening to anything Ryujin had been saying for the past couple of minutes as she rambled on. Instead, you stared at the piece of salmon on your plate, analyzing each line that ran through the fish. If you didnât focus on this, your mind would start drifting back to what happened yesterday, and you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than think about that.
âHey, Y/N, are you even listening?â Ryujin raised her voice, trying to get your attention.
Snapping out of it, you finally took your eyes away from your dinner and looked up at her. âOh, sorry, I got distracted.â
âYeah, no shit. Iâve been talking to you, and you went catatonic or something. What is up with you?â She furrowed her brows at your unusual behavior.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you quickly responded, but you knew the second she put her utensils down that she wasnât buying it.
âDonât fucking try to lie to me. I can see through your bullshit. Whatâs wrong?â Her gaze was intense, analyzing you as if there would be an external sign explaining your strange behavior.
You sighed, debating whether to tell her exactly what had happened. Deciding against it, you realized that if you opened that can of worms, things would get even messier. âUhm, I donât know, I guess Iâm just still hungover.â
âYou didnât even drink that much yesterday, though,â she said, brows still furrowed. She had noticed you hadnât come out of your room all day and had to literally drag you out just to get dinner with her.
âAre you sick? You donât really look sick though.â
You shook your head, searching for anything to blame your odd behavior on. âUhm, I just think I bruised my cervix, and it just hurts.â
Her eyes instantly widened, and you could see her holding back a grin. âOh my fucking God, you slut. You had me thinking something actually bad had happened! When did you and Sim even run off to fuck?â
You sighed in relief, glad that she was distracted by the news you had just dropped on her. She didnât notice the lingering look in your eyes that indicated there was actually something deeper driving you mad.
âUh, quickie in the bathroom. I donât know, you were probably too drunk to notice.â
She hummed while nodding. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I donât really remember much after Sunghoon puked everywhere. But fuck, a bruised cervix from a quickie is insane. Oh, Yujin is going to love this.â
âYeah, itâs a fucking bitch. I feel like Iâm sitting on a knife or something,â you said. You werenât lying about this partâyou were sure Heeseung had actually bruised your cervix with how hard he fucked you last nightâbut you were fine letting her think you had slept with Jake instead.
âOh, my poor baby. No wonder youâve been in bed all day. Letâs just get this boxed up and head back to the apartment. Geez, Iâm gonna have to have a talk with Jake later.â You flashed her a smile, nodding at her suggestion, glad that this not only got her off your back but also got you out of having to stay another thirty minutes at this restaurant.
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:Â
if anyone asks we fucked last night kk?
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
wtf
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
no questions plsÂ
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
fuck that whatâd u do đ¤¨
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
none of your business go back to playing        roblox with riki or something đ
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
THAT WAS ONE TIME
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:Â
fuck you
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
tell me!!!!! you made it my business when you dragged my dick into whatever it is so i deserve to know đ¤
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
i bruised my cervix
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
HUH
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
NO IâM NOT TAKING THE BLAME FOR THAT??
Y/N (evil bitch) đš:
everyoneâs gonna think you have a big dick
JAKEY đ¤˘đŚŽ:
bet đââď¸Â
The rest of the weekend passed without Ryujin or anyone else probing into your life, and you couldnât have been happier. There were so many moments where you debated whether or not you should reach out to Heeseung, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Besides, you had blocked him on everything, and you were sure he had done the same, so there would be no point in trying.
Distracted by thoughts of Heeseung, it had completely slipped from your mind that school was starting back on Monday. Last night (thanks to Ryujin of course), you hurriedly packed your school bag and made sure you had everything for the first day.
And while you usually enjoyed school, just from today, you already felt overwhelmed. It seemed that all your professors had decided to assign work and readings for the next class. You were already swamped with assignments, feeling the weight of the semester ahead.
âOkay, but donât you think I at least deserve to know who you slept with?â Jake's voice cut through your thoughts as you walked through the library shelves, searching for a book your professor had assigned out of nowhere that wasnât even mentioned in the syllabus. You had been barely listening to his yapping as most of your focus was on finding the book.Â
âRyujin wonât stop talking my ear off about how I broke you and how you couldnât move all weekend. She thinks Iâm an ass and wonât stop scolding me like Iâm the one who did it! Iâm a gentlemanâIâd never bruise anyoneâs cervix without permission,â Jake said with an exasperated tone, trailing behind you.
âIâm pretty sure gentlemen, at least the ones i know donât beg on their knees for anal-â
He cut you off, his eyes widening. âAlright, alright! That was one time and I was drunk. Jesus, woman! And donât act like you didnât let me do itâyou were perfectly fine with it. Either way, I still feel like I should know who the fella is.â
âPlease donât say fella, itâs such a turn-off.â You scrunched your face at his choice of vocabulary, shaking your head before turning back to search for your book.
âOkay, fine, whatever. I just want to know who Iâm protecting from Ryujinâs annoying ass, and honestly, I think Sunghoon overheard her, so now we can assume the whole school knows.â It was well-known that once any news hit Sunghoon, it spread through the school like wildfire. He had a bit of a loose lip and an affinity for gossip, making him the schoolâs personal Deuxmoi, but with none of the anonymity (maybe Perez Hilton was a better comparison).
âIâm serious, Jake, you donât want to know. Just leave it. You owe me anyway.â By now, you were growing increasingly irritated with Jakeâs relentless probing and the fact that you still couldnât find the damn book.
He shot you an incredulous look. âOwe you for what? Now youâre just making up debts that donât even exist!â
âAnal,â you replied without missing a beat, already smiling, knowing his reaction.
âOh my God, Y/N, fuck you literally! Geez, if someone had told me this was the price I had to pay for putting it in the ass once, I wouldnât have even touched it with a ten-foot pole,â Jake exclaimed, and you couldnât help but giggle. You loved to mess with Jake, especially because he was always so overly dramatic and had the best reactions.
âSeriously, Jake, you donât want to know. You did your job, so thanks, but please stop bothering me about this.â You flashed him an exaggerated smile and patted him on the head.
Jakeâs eyes widened, and he stopped in his tracks. âNo fucking way.â
âWhat?â You didnât like how he was staring at you.
âPlease donât tell me you slept with Heeseung.â The smile on your face instantly vanished as you froze at his words. How the fuck did he know?
âNo fucking way. You just slept with the enemy? Are you kidding me? Do you see this?â He gestured dramatically at his face. âThis is the aftermath of my survival from his wrath and proof that I fought valiantly for you. And you go ahead and sleep with him? Oh my God, and you made everyone think I fucked up your vagina when it was actually him? Holy shit, wait until Ryujin hears about this.â You quickly reached over and clamped your hand over his mouth, realizing how absurdly loud he was being in the library.
âShut the fuck up, youâre practically screaming! And what the fuck are you even talking about? Of course, I would never sleep with Heeseung.â You did your best to mask your surprise, hoping he wouldnât catch on.
Jake shook his head, scoffing in disbelief. âYouâre such a shit liar. The only other time I remember your cervix getting bruised was when Heeseung fucked you on that yacht last Christmas. Remember how you had a hard time sitting straight at Christmas dinner?â
Fuck, he got you there.
You sighed and reluctantly nodded, closing your eyes in frustration. âOkay, fine. But please donât tell Ryujin, Sunghoon, or anyone else. I already feel like shit about it, and my self-worth is in the gutter right now. Iâve been sick all weekend just thinking about it.â
âHe didnât force you or anything, right?â Jake's face shifted to one of genuine concern, his brows knitting together.
You shook your head. âNo, of course not. Itâs just that I regret it so much. I felt so gross afterward. It was just a really, really bad drunken mistake, and I donât want to talk about it. Seriously, thanks for covering for me. Youâre literally the best because I really donât want anyone to find out. I just want to forget about it.â
Jake studied you for a moment, clearly understanding how much this was affecting you. He nodded, reaching out to give you a comforting hug, which you gratefully returned while you let out a sigh. âYeah, donât worry. I wonât say anything. Just let me know if he tries anything else or if you need anything.â
The hug was comforting, a small balm for the turmoil of the weekend. You were relieved he didnât press further or make you feel worse about what happened. However, as you started to pull away, a familiar voice sliced through the air, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. Jakeâs groan confirmed the arrival of the last person you wanted to see.
âIn the library is kinky, but what can I expect from the two of you? Always so classy,â Karinaâs smug tone cut through the air. You and Jake quickly broke from the hug, and you rolled your eyes as you faced her, already irritated by her presence.
âAre you stupid or like blind? Cause obviously if you werenât then youâd be able to clearly see we were just hugging you fucking dumbass,â Jake snapped back, his tone sharp. Normally, youâd find his sass amusing, but Karinaâs presence seemed to have sucked out any potential humor in the air.
âJesus, Jake, youâre such an ass,â Karina snapped back at him before turning her attention to you. âGet your dog on a leash, would you? Maybe you should have been more careful about who you chose to have a kid with. The anger issues are seriously concerning with this one, not to mention the aggression. Heard about what happened over the weekend.â
âKarina literally shut the fuck up. You know damn well Iâm not pregnant. Itâs not even funny anymore; youâre just dragging it out. Just fucking mind your own business,â you snapped, your anger bubbling over. You could see Jakeâs jaw clenched tight, his irritation matching your own.
âWell actually it kind of is my business 'cause Heeseung has been MIA all weekend, and I canât help but wonderâsince youâre such a slutâif you had something to do with it. The past few months since you two left were perfect, but the second you come back, everything seems to be fucked up. So tell me, what the hell happened at the party?â Karinaâs sneer was almost unbearable, and you fought the urge to slap her.
âMaybe he finally realized what a fucking bitch you are.âJakeâs voice was laced with disdain. If Ryujin was Karinaâs biggest hater, Jake wouldnât be far behind her. Even as kids he hated even having to sit at the same table as her so his hostility towards her was all too familiar for you.
Karina ignored him as her glare remained fixed on you. Her pretty face now twisted into a deep frown and you knew she was pissed. It was a stark contrast to the fake friendliness sheâd shown you just a week ago at the grocery store.
âI didnât fucking do anything, and I donât want anything to do with him, so fuck off. Seriously. Maybe Jakeâs rightâhe finally realized how much of a clingy piece of shit you are,â you shot back, frustration evident in your voice. You should have known that Karina would notice Heeseung missing from her side for a good portion of Friday night.
Karinaâs expression hardened as she took a step closer, unyielding. âYouâre such a shit liar. What did you do?â
âThis is bullshit. Letâs fucking go,â Jake said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Neither of you wanted to spend another second there.
âYou know he said I did it better than you, right?â Karinaâs taunt was intended to provoke, and it did just that. You froze, feeling her words hit hard despite knowing she was just trying to get under your skin.
âCâmon, letâs go. Donât fucking listen to her,â Jake urged, tugging you along again. As much as you tried to ignore her, her words had a lingering effect, and you hated that they got under your skin.
You didnât care that this was your last year in college; you were convinced that you needed to transfer anywhere far away from here. There was no way you could endure a whole year of torment from Heeseung and Karina. As if to cement this decision, today seemed determined to be the worst day of your life. The moment you arrived at your apartment, rage surged through you when you saw who was waiting for you in front of your door.
âIâm going to fucking call security,â you instantly snapped, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.
Heeseungâs eyes went wide as his hands reached out in front of him. âWait, wait, wait! Please, Y/N.â
You stared up at him, his eyes pleading with you to hear him out. Those bambi eyes always got to you, and this time was no different. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly put your phone down. âOkay, but I swear to God, if you try anythingââ
âI swear I wonât! I promise, I just really need to talk to you. Iâve tried texting you, but I think you blocked me,â Heeseung said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
âFine,â you muttered before walking past him, opening your apartment door, and stepping inside. You left the door open, signaling that he could come in, but he seemed hesitant, staring at the open door.
âAre you coming in or not?â
He blinked a couple of times, surprised that you were allowing him into your apartment, but he quickly followed you in and closed the door behind him. He hadnât been inside in so long that it felt almost surreal. Everything looked exactly the same, and he found himself realizing that he had kind of missed being here.
âWow, nothingâs changed,â Heeseung remarked, his tone revealing his surprise, especially as he noticed the photo of the two of you still on top of the kitchen counter.
You followed his gaze and felt heat rise to your face. You didnât really know why you hadnât taken it down. âUh, yeah, I mean, I also havenât been here for like three months, so I didnât really have time to change anything.â
Heeseung nodded, but as his eyes trailed back to you, he found himself staring, forgetting his words. You were as gorgeous as ever, but it seemed that the time away had only made him realize how even more beautiful you were.Â
âSo, what did you want to talk about?â The air between the two of you was awkward, just like at the party however, seeing him sober during the day gave you a much clearer look at him, and you wanted to fucking die. You hated that effect he had on you.Â
âOh, yeah, sorry, uh, I just wanted to check up on you. Friday was kind of intense, and you ran off before I could say anything, so I was worried. Iâm sorry for being so rough with you. I shouldnât have done that.â Heeseung had been beating himself up over how he had treated you, so much so that he hadnât talked to anyone all weekend despite his phone blowing up with messages from his friends.
âItâs fine. It was something we both wanted, and if anything, itâs on me. I kissed you first, so Iâm sorry for that.â
Heeseung shook his head. âNo, donât be sorry, seriously itâs okay, but uhm, I also just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasnât lying when I said I wasnât dating Karina. I swear Iâm not.â
Your brows furrowed as you recalled the incident in the library a couple of hours ago. âWell, does Karina know that?â
âWhat?âÂ
"She confronted me and Jake at the library, demanding to know what I did for you to ghost her all weekend." Heeseung frowned slightly at Jakeâs name, and his frown deepened as he listened to what Karina had done. "From what it looks like, she seems to believe that your relationship is much more than whatever youâre saying it is."
âWhat the fuck? I swear weâre not together. Iââ He stopped himself and sighed, realizing that to make you understand he was telling the truth, he had to tell you everything. âFuck, Iâ Uh, shit, weâve just been kind of hooking up, but I swear thatâs all.â
He looked almost embarrassed admitting the nature of his and Karinaâs relationship, and you could feel a part of your heart waver at what you heard. For him to admit out loud to you and confirm what you had thought was happening hurt despite you knowing that you didnât have a right as you two werenât together anymore.
âOh, uh, okay.â You nodded as you quickly turned around and opened the fridge. You pretended to look around as if you meant to open the fridge before reaching to get the Brita out for water. You knew that if you faced him, the tear welling up in your eyes would pour down your face.
Heeseung went into a near-panic as he saw your reaction. Having dated you for over two years and known you for your entire life, he could tell you were upset. He noticed your shoulders tensing as you kept your back to him, looking into the fridge.
âWait, wait, but I swear itâs nothing more than that, and I promise whatever happened between Karina and me is over. I donât have any feelings for herâI never did. She was just there after you left, and it just happened,â he rushed to explain. But his words only seemed to make you feel worse as he continued to ramble.
âWhy are you telling me this? You think this is going to make me want to get back with you?â You shook your head in annoyance, grabbing a glass from a cabinet and filling it with water from the Brita.
âNo! Iâm not trying to convince you of anything,â he said, now genuinely panicked. This was not how he intended the conversation to go.
âYou know what she said?âÂ
âHuh?â
âKarina, you know what she said?â He slowly shook his head, clearly confused by where you were going with this.
âShe said that you told her she did it better than I ever did,â you snapped, your anger evident as you stared him down.
His eyes widened in shock, and he scoffed in disbelief. âWhat the fuck! Iâve never said anything like that to her or to anyone, and itâs not fucking true.â
âWhat? So sheâs just lying to get under my skin?â You were fuming, frustration etched across your face. âKarinaâs a fucking bitch, but even she wouldnât just make something like that up. You mustâve hinted at something for her to believe it.â
âNo, no, no, I swear I havenât said or done anything remotely like what sheâs claiming. Sheâs a fucking liar,â Heeseung's anger flared as he defended himself, clearly outraged at Karinaâs audacity.
âWell, it still doesnât change the fact that you ran straight to her bed the second I was out of the countryâliterally one fucking day after we broke up!â You huffed, clearly pissed.
âOk well donât fucking act like you didnât do the exact same with Jake. What the hell, Y/N? It isnât my fault we broke up! You literally slept with one of my best friends!â Heeseung's frustration boiled over, clearly bewildered that you were still trying to act like you had no role in ending the relationship.
âIâve told you a million times that I didnât cheat on you with Jake! What more do I have to say for you to believe me?â You were fed up with defending yourself on this issue.
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âHonestly, arenât you tired of keeping all this up? Beomgyuâs video and Karina along with everyone else hearing about you two should be enough proof.â
âOh my fucking God! Jake went into the bathroom with me to help because I was puking my guts out. I drank way too much that night because I was so upset after seeing my fucking boyfriend cuddling with some other bitch all night! Youâre genuinely a complete moron if you think Beomgyu and Karina are reliable sources. Beomgyuâs been a fucking asshole to me since freshman year because heâs still bitter that I refused to sleep with him, and Karina has wanted to get with you for as long as I can remember. Seriously, I thought you had at least some common sense in you!â You were yelling so loudly that your throat was already starting to feel raw.
Heeseung shook his head in disbelief. He had no idea Beomgyu had even tried to make a move on you, and now that he thought about it, he realized there had always been tension between the two of you. While he knew about Karinaâs crush on him, he hadnât thought sheâd actually go as far as to lie about this. âOkay, well people still heard you two together.â
âFucking hell, Heeseung, it was a house party with a hundred people. You really think anyone could hear anything over the music? You know what, whateverâbelieve what you want. Thereâs no point in trying to convince you otherwise. Iâve been honest with you the whole time, and itâs been you whoâs been unwilling to listen. You dumped me without even considering my side, even though you were the one neglecting me during that last month before we broke up, spending all your time with Karina. Honestly, even if youâre telling the truth about not sleeping with her before we broke up, it doesnât change the fact that you emotionally cheated. The number of dates you forgot or canceled to be with her, and how many times I saw you two together on campus when you said you were just hanging out with the guys. Whatever. It doesnât matter anymore. Weâre not together. Just get out.â
Tears streamed down your face, and you didnât bother wiping them away. You wanted Heeseung to see the pain he had caused you.
Heeseung was at a loss for words as he saw the pain etched across your face. It broke his heart and he couldnât help but start to realize that maybe there was a chance you were telling the truth and that he might be to blame for everything. He felt his heart crumble. âY/NâŚâ
You sniffed and shook your head. âGet out, Heeseung. I never want to see you again.â
It had been a week since Heeseung had gone over to your apartment, and every day since, he had been determined to find a way to make it up to you. He knew what your last words to him were, but there was no way he was going to let you go that easily, especially now that he realized he was most likely the one in the wrong and that Karina was a fucking bitch. He had come to that solid conclusion five days prior when he finally decided it was time to confront her.
âOh my God, what the fuck? Seriously, where have you been? What happened? You literally just disappeared,â Karina ran over to him once she saw him at the cafĂŠ he told her to meet him at.
Even looking at her face made Heeseung want to vomit. âI heard what you did.â
Karina frowned, not understanding what he was saying as she took a seat across from him. âWhat do you mean?â
âY/N told me about what you did at the library.â Heeseung tried his best to keep his tone even, attempting to mask the rage he was feeling toward her.
Karina nervously laughed, trying to brush it off. So, he was with you while he ghosted her. âOh yeah, I ran into her and Jake trying to get it on at the back of the library. Isnât that fucking insane, like in public like that?â
Heeseung wasnât in any mood to entertain her. He was already at a boiling point. âCut the fucking bullshit. She also told me what you said to her at the grocery store. I donât know what I did to make you think that weâre dating, but weâre not. I donât even remotely like you.â
âWhat?â Karina was taken aback by his words. Sure, Heeseung was never as affectionate and loving towards her as he was with you, but she thought she had made good progress in getting him to fall for her.
âYeah, so I swear to God if I hear you telling anyone else that weâre dating, I will get a fucking restraining order. You have been nothing more than an easy lay for me to get my mind off Y/N this whole time. I let you hang around me because I felt bad, but thatâs over now, especially since I realized youâve been lying to everyone, including me, about everything.â
Karinaâs face paled as she took in his words. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didnât give her a chance. âAlso, youâre delusional if you think youâre even comparable to Y/N, much less better than her. Go learn how to actually suck a dick before going around telling anyone that. Seriously, fuck off, and donât ever talk to me or my friends again.â
Heeseung took off right after that, leaving Karina sitting alone at the table. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest as he stormed out of the cafe. Since then, heâd been planning a way to get you to hear him out. The only thing he could come up with was outsourcing, and in this case, that meant trying to reach you through the people you hung around.
It was a no-brainer that trying to talk to Ryujin and actually getting her to hear him out would be harder than getting you to talk to him again, so that was out of the question, which left him with only one other choice.Â
Just standing in front of the apartment was making him pissed, but he knew this was probably his best bet. He let out a big sigh before knocking loudly. He waited a couple of seconds, and after a bit, he wondered if he should knock again, but before he could, the door opened.
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Heeseung was the last person Jake would have expected to be on the other side of the door, and it caught him severely off guard.
Heeseung hadnât seen Jake since he beat him at your motherâs garden party, and while it seemed that any previous marks left on his face from the fight were gone, Heeseung still felt bad. Okay, well, actually he didnât feel that bad because he was still beyond pissed at Jake. Heeseung had by now come to the conclusion that you were most likely telling the truth about not cheating on him, but it still didnât change the fact that Jake had fucked you who knows how many times after the two of you broke up.
Jake had always been a very close friend of his since childhood, and if Heeseung was being honest, in high school there were a good number of times when he couldnât help but find himself envying his friend. It was kind of always known in your friend group that Heeseung had always had a tiny bit of a crush on you. So, when it became known that Jake had been the one to take your virginity, Heeseung was beyond crushed. In fact, he had avoided Jake for a good week, too envious of the fact that it wasnât him who had been your first. But he was quickly able to get (mostly) over it as he couldnât deny that he wasnât surprised; you and Jake had always been the closest. But now, knowing that Jake had broken bro code made that resentment resurface, and he wasnât sure if it was going away anytime soon (if ever).
âI need to talk to you,â Heeseung reluctantly said.Â
âFuck no,â Jake responded with a condescending laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
Heeseungâs jaw tightened as he pleaded, âJake, please.â
Jake stared him down, scrutinizing every aspect of him, clearly enjoying Heeseung's desperation. âWhy? Y/N told me what happened on Monday. Youâre a fucking asshole.â
âYou donât think I donât know that? Thatâs why Iâm here. Just let me in,â Heeseung said, his patience wearing thin.
âWhatâs in it for me?â Jake crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. Heeseung could tell he was relishing the sight of him getting so desperate.
âYou already got to fuck my girlfriend as many times as you wanted. Donât you think thatâs enough?â Heeseung gritted his teeth, his voice tight with anger.
Jake rolled his eyes but opened the door, letting Heeseung in. âYou know sheâs not your girlfriend anymore, right?â
If Heeseung wasnât so determined to win you back, he would have had no issue punching Jake in the face again. But he needed Jakeâs help, so he held back and tried his best it ignore him.
âI need your help,â Heeseung said, crossing his arms and facing Jake.
Jake barely glanced at him as he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of what Heeseung assumed was a protein shake. He started to shake it, more focused on his drink, acting almost as if Heeseung wasnât even there. âYouâre funny if you think Iâm going to help you with anything.â
Heeseung sighed once again, watching Jakeâs dismissive attitude. God, Jake was such a dick. âI know I fucked up.â
âYeah? Took you long enough to realize.âÂ
âI need help getting her back.â Jake let out a derisive snort that he didnât even bother to hide.
âHoly shit, youâre delusional. What makes you think Iâd help you?â Jakeâs laughter was infuriating, and Heeseung started to regret coming here.
âJake, I know what I did. I know thereâs nothing that can fully make up for it, but I need Y/N back. Iâm begging you, man, I need your help.â Heeseungâs pride was at rock bottom, but he didnât care. If this was what he had to let go of to win back the love of his life, so be it.
âYou literally cheated on her. Why the fuck would I help someone who cheated on her try to win her back? You donât deserve her.â Heeseung couldnât deny it anymore; he had emotionally cheated on you, whether he intended to or not and it sickened him to realize that he was responsible for your pain.
âI know I donât deserve her, and I also realize what I did and how Iâm responsible for everything. I know now that the last month before we broke up was terrible for her, and I was a complete asshole. I didnât mean to hurt her; everything just spiraled so quickly that I didnât have time to process it. I swear Iâm not trying to make excusesâthere arenât any. But the last three months have been hell for me. You donât understand how empty Iâve felt, how much itâs all hurt. Hearing that you two came back together from wherever you guys were fucked me up so badly that I ended up taking it out on you, and Iâm sorry for thatâit was fucked up. But what Iâm trying to say is that this whole summer has made me realize just how much I need her. Seeing her again has only made that clearer. I should have listened to her that night, but I was so blinded by anger about you two that I lost control, and you have no idea how much I fucking regret it. Talking to her last week made me see just how badly I fucked up, and I guess I was too caught up in Karinaâs lies to accept the truth. I know I donât deserve her, but please, I just need one last chance to make things right.â Heeseungâs sincerity was evident in every word, and Jake could tell that this was something Heeseung had been tormenting himself over for a while.
âI donât know what you want me to do,â Jake said honestly. âI donât even know how I can help. This is between you two.â
He hadnât expected Heeseung to lay everything out so openly, and he was a bit taken aback. But Jake still struggled to fully support Heeseung. He knew how miserable and broken you had been after the breakup, and he wasnât sure he could let you go through something like that again.
âI just need her to know that Iâm sorry and to hear me out just once more. I know I donât deserve it, but please. This was all I thought about this entire week, and I donât know what else to do. I mean I came all the way over here to you of all people because of how desperate I am. I know you donât owe me anything, especially after everything, but please, Iâm begging you. Help me out, man.â Heeseungâs eyes were filled with desperation, and Jake let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
âIs Karina still in the picture?âÂ
âFuck no, and I made sure she understood. Sheâs literally the worst mistake I ever made, and I shouldâve known better. I just didnât think sheâd take it this far, but I swear, there was nothing between us to begin with. She just caught me at a vulnerable time and took advantage of it. I fully acknowledge the mess I made in the month leading up to Y/N and me breaking up, and I know itâs probably too late now, but please, Jake. Y/N is the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. You of all people should know that, so I canât just let this go without trying one more time.âÂ
Heeseung couldnât even lift his head to face Jake anymore, his eyes focused on his trembling fingers. The shame of his actions weighed heavily on him, and admitting it all out loud took a lot out of him.
A few seconds of silence passed, and Heeseung assumed Jake was deliberating. With each passing second, his anxiety spiked, and he desperately wished Jake would say something, anything.
âFuck, I canât believe Iâm saying this, but okay,â Jake said, his tone heavy with disbelief. Heeseungâs head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. âThereâs no guarantee this will even work, but Iâll try something. Just know that Iâm not taking this lightly. If you mess it up again, Iâll fucking kill you. Iâm not kidding. The moment I see Karina anywhere near you, youâre dead. Iâm only doing this because I know how much you meant to her and how miserable sheâs been without you.â
Heeseungâs smile stretched so wide it made his cheeks hurt, but he didnât care. âThank you so much. Seriously, thank you, man. I really owe you.â
âYeah, whatever,â Jake said, rolling his eyes at how excited Heeseung was. âBut if Y/N isnât having it, thereâs literally nothing else I can do. So donât get your hopes up.â
âNo, I get it. Seriously, thank you so much. And Iâm genuinely sorry for everything. It was fucked up for me to fight you like that.â Heeseung wasnât sure if things with their friend group would ever return to normal, but heâd be lying if he denied that he missed having his friends around. A small bit of him kind of hoped this might be a step in the right direction of maybe getting everything back to normal.
âYeah, whatever. I guess I kind of deserved it for sleeping with your girl,â Jake said with a hint of sarcasm.
Okay, maybe Heeseung wasnât entirely fine with Jake being around like before as he felt one of his eyes twitch in irritation at the reminder of Jake being in your bed all summer, but he pushed the thought aside. âJust donât make it a habit.â
âWeâll see. Donât fuck it up.â
Heeseung felt another twitch in his eye. Maybe he wasnât entirely over the idea of killing Jake Sim.
You had been sort of in a weird state of limbo where it seemed that a part of you was still wallowing in the sadness that came after the whole fight with Heeseung in your apartment but also there was also a part of you that was just kind of irritated with everything and you werenât sure how to get yourself free from this state.
And it seemed the latter was taking over your current state as you let out a grunt of frustration as you attempted to hit the ball over the net, only for it to get caught and cause you to lose. Shouts of amusement came from across the court as you sneered in annoyance.
âHa! Dinnerâs on you! Oh, princess you fucking suck at this.â Jake was a little too happy about your loss as he giggled around the court.Â
Sweat drenched the both of you as the setting sunâs heat blazed relentlessly down the two of you. âYou know that Iâm usually good! Youâre just better today I guess.âÂ
You sheepishly shrugged before chugging your water from your water bottle on the side, the cold liquid instantly quenching your thirst. You were so ready to leave and get food.
âYou just got unlucky that Sunghoon wasnât here. Thereâs no doubt heâd be buying dinner. Iâve never seen someone worse at pickleball than he is.â You both let out a small laugh thinking about your mutual friend and his lack of athleticism.Â
"Yeah, honestly, I know he said he was sick or something, but I bet he just said that to dodge paying for dinner," you muttered, tossing your keys at Jake after packing up your paddle and balls. "You're driving, though."
He caught the keys without protest, shrugging as he followed you to the car. After unlocking it, he slid into the driverâs seat, immediately grimacing. âJesus, what the fuck is this seat positioning?â
âLeave me alone, itâs my car,â you rolled your eyes, watching as he adjusted the seat to his liking.
âToo nice of a car for such a shitty driver like you,â he snorted, making you gasp in offense.
But before you could fire anything back, he quickly switched the subject. "So, who's Ryujin going on a date with tonight?"
"Some new European exchange student, I think his nameâs Armand? Not sure, but Iâm pretty sure heâs French."
"Where the hell is she finding all these European guys?" Jake shook his head.Â
Pickleball was usually a doubles match with you, Jake, Sunghoon, and Ryujin, but Sunghoon had bailed, claiming he was sick (though you werenât convinced), and Ryujin was off on her date.
"I think he's in her finance classâor at least thatâs what Yujin said. But yeah, she clearly has a type," you snorted, sending Ryujin a quick text to see how the date was going.
"Thatâs an understatement. Iâm surprised she got over Louis that fast. And how the hell does Yujin still know everything about everyone despite being abroad for a whole semester?"
The circle you and your family had always been surrounded by was small, a natural outcome of the exclusive lifestyle the upper echelon of society ledâone not easily accessible to just anyone. This circle was even tighter at your school, where everyone with status seemed to gravitate. As soon as someone new entered the fold, it took only a few days for word to spread, and soon enough, everyone knew everything about them, especially if they came from a similarly privileged background. So it was no surprise that even after studying abroad in Italy for 6 months, Yujin still managed to stay in the loop.
âYou know you donât actually have to be on campus to keep up with everything,â you sighed, rolling your eyes.Â
It was frustrating, sometimes even invasive, to know that every move you made was watched and analyzed, but it seemed to be the price you and your friends paid for the lives you led.
Jake hummed in agreement, and for a few moments, the car was uncharacteristically quiet. It was unusualâJake was never one to keep his mouth shut, so his silence could only mean one thing.
"Ugh, what?" you groaned, turning your phone off and shifting your focus to his profile.
Jake shot you a brief look of confusion before turning his attention back to the road. "What?"
"Just spit it out." You knew all too well that when Jake went quiet, it meant he was holding back something importantâand more often than not, it wasnât good news.
He gave you another glance, this one doing nothing to ease the knot forming in your stomach, before letting out a long sigh. "So, the other day, someone came to see me."
You raised an eyebrow, sensing that he was trying to drag this out. It couldnât be good. "Oh my God, just tell me already. Who was it?"
Jake took a few more seconds before finally answering. âHeeseung.â
Your exâs name was the last thing you expected to hear. âWhat?â
âYeah, someone knocked, and when I opened the door, there he was, just standing there.â Jakeâs slow pace was driving you insaneâyou just wanted him to get to the point.
âJust tell me what he wanted. Did he try to fight you again? Because I swear to Godââ
âNo! No, it wasnât anything like that. He didnât come to start anything; he just asked for a favor.â Jake nervously bit his lip, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He clearly didnât want to tell you what Heeseung was really after.
âJake, just get to the fucking point. What did he ask for?âÂ
âOkay fine, he wanted me to talk to you about maybe hearing him out again.â Jake grimaced as he revealed Heeseung's request, sensing that the silence on your end was not a good sign. âUgh, please Y/N, say something.â
You didnât know if you should be fuming or surprised. Maybe both. âWhat did you say?â
Your calm tone caught Jake off guard as he turned into the Thai restaurant youâd chosen for dinner, parking before facing you. âOkay, you canât be mad, but I agreed.â
Your mouth opened in protest, anger filling your eyes, but he rushed on before you could interrupt. âJust listen. You know meâI wouldnât agree to something like this, especially with him, unless I really thought he deserved it. After I listened to him, I could see how genuine he was. I know he was a dick on Monday, but he came to me desperate and genuinely sorry. He wouldnât have approached me of all people if he wasnât serious.I know how much he hurt you, but I also see how unhappy you are without him. This might not be the worst thing for you two. Plus, Karinaâs definitely out of the pictureâHeeseung looked furious talking about her and promised he wouldnât associate with her again.â
You processed everything slowly, staring at Jake. âHe hurt me so bad,â was all you could manage as you shook your head, struggling to accept what your best friend was telling you.
Jakeâs eyes softened at your reaction. âI know, Y/N. Heâs still a total asshole, but deep down, you know that not having him around hurts even more. I didnât promise him anything, and I wonât ever force you to talk to him. Honestly, if I had my way, Iâd keep him far away from you. But I know you, and I see how badly all this unresolved feeling is fucking with you. I donât want that for you. So just know this is an option. It doesnât have to be now, or next week, or even this month. But if you ever feel ready to talk to him againâespecially now that it seems like you both understand what happenedâheâs willing to apologize. Iâll even be there with you if you want.â
Jake was right, and you hated that. Deep down, you knew this unresolved pain would eat you alive. Heeseung had always been part of your life, and having him ripped away, even for just a couple of months, was agonizing. You didnât know if you could just cut him out completely, so you slowly nodded. âOkay.â
Heeseung honestly had little faith that Jake would keep his promises, but he still held onto a sliver of hope. Yet, as the weeks passed with no word from you, that hope began to dwindle. After a month had gone by without any communication, he was on the verge of accepting that he had ruined the most important thing in his life. Just as he was about to let it go, fortune finally smiled on him: he spotted you outside, nervously biting your lip as you waited for his class to end. A grin spread across his face the moment your eyes met, and he walked toward you.
âHey,â he greeted softly.
His smile made your heart race, and it was annoying to realize that he still had that effect on you after everything that had happened. âHey, I was wondering if you were busy. I think Iâm ready to talk.â
Heeseung mentally noted to give Jake the biggest thank you ever. Despite his doubts about Jake's ability to follow through, he couldn't be more grateful to be proven wrong.
âYeah, of course. This is my last class of the day,â he said, eagerly nodding as you both walked out of the building.
âOh great, I wasnât sure about your schedule, so I was just hoping I got lucky and you were free.â The awkward tension between you was palpable. âDo you want to grab lunch? I can drive if you didnât.â
âYeah, that sounds perfect. Jay drove us today, but Iâll just text him that he doesnât have to worry about me.â Heeseung couldnât help the smile spreading across his face. It was amazing how much your presence lifted his spirits. You were like a ray of sunshine, and just being able to look at you felt pretty fucking incredible.
You shot him a small smile before nodding, leading him to your car. âOkay, perfect.â
The ride to the restaurant was quiet, with barely any words exchanged until you both placed your orders.
Knowing that silence would make everything feel pointless, you mustered the courage to clear your throat and initiate the conversation. âJake told me you really wanted to talk to me again.â
Heeseung nodded without hesitation. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I really didnât think heâd actually help, but Iâm so glad he did. I hope you didnât feel forced or anythingâthatâs the last thing I want. If you ever feel that way during this conversation, I would completely understand if you just walked away.â
You nodded, recognizing the sincerity in his words. It gave you reassurance about his intentions. âI wasnât forced or anything, but it did take some time. Honestly, I didnât want to hear you out again, especially since last time ended badly. But Iâve had time to think, and Iâve come to the conclusion that I need to do this, at least for myself, to move forward from everything.â
âIâm really glad you gave me a chance to talk to you again. Y/N, I know this might not mean much to you, but I truly want to say Iâm sorry.â Heeseung sighed before continuing, âIâve had time to reflect on everything, and Iâve realized that what I did was unfair to you and hurt you in ways I never intended. None of this was your fault, and Iâm so sorry for putting you through that.â
Hearing those words felt like a wave of relief washed over your aching heart. It was as if you had been yearning to hear him acknowledge your pain, and his sincere apology felt like a crucial step toward healing. Yet, one lingering question held you back.
âWhy did you do it?â you asked softly, almost afraid to voice it. You noticed Heeseungâs eyes soften at your words.
He sat in silence, contemplating your question. Why had he abandoned you during the last month of your relationship?
âIâm not sure,â he blinked, his brow furrowing in distress. âI know thatâs not a good enough answer, but honestly, I donât even think I understand it myself. I really donât want this to sound like an excuse, but I didnât realize what was happening until it was too late. That project consumed so much of my time, and unfortunately, that meant spending all those hours with Karina. It became a routine, and I thought it would help me finish the class with a good grade. I never stopped to consider if Karina had ulterior motives, and Iâm so sorryâI never thought about how this would affect you.â
You were unsure how to process his words, but you appreciated his honesty and let him continue. âI didnât mean to blow you off or prioritize the project, which ended up meaning prioritizing Karina over you. That was never my intention. I hope you understand that I never saw her as a replacement or thought she was better than you in any way, especially not romantically. I swear nothing happened between us until after you left for your trip. Even then, I was just so angry, and she happened to be there. She was only an outlet for my frustration, and I know thatâs probably not what you want to hear, but I canât deny that something happened. I just need you to know that aside from the physical, there was nothing else with her.â
Heeseung grimaced as he admitted all this. The weight of his actions felt unbearable, and when he saw your faceâso sad, struggling to hold it togetherâit made him feel even worse. He hated that he was the cause of your pain.
You nodded slowly, your chest tightening as you absorbed his words and another sigh left your mouth. âThat last month was so unbearable for me. It was literally hell. You have no idea how many nights I spent blaming myself, thinking I drove you to another girl. But what hurt even more was the aftermath. Iâve known you for so long, and I never realized how much you meant to my life until you were just⌠gone. I felt so lost without you.â
âIt was the same for me. Y/N, youâve been the love of my life since we were kids. Youâve always been my dream and literally everyone around us knows how much youâve always meant to me. Iâve dated around and hooked up with other people but at the end of the day, I just kept coming back to you. Youâre everything Iâve ever wanted. Youâre my home. Thatâs why I had to take this chanceâto see you again, to beg you to hear me out one last time.â His voice trembled, and a tear slipped down your cheek as you felt the weight of his desperation. Your heart ached, torn between the pain of the past and the flicker of hope in his eyes.
He reached over to take your hand in his, the warmth of his familiar touch sending a jolt through you. A small, hopeful smile broke through his anxiety. âI love you, Y/N. I truly believe youâre it for me. But if you need me to let you go, Iâll do it. Iâd do anything to see you happy.â
âHeeseungâŚâ The words barely escaped your lips before tears started streaming down your cheeks. You couldnât hold back your emotions, even in this crowded place. His confession pierced through the defenses you had built, reaching deep into the empty spaces you didnât even know existed. You remembered all the pain he had caused, the scars still fresh, and yet, despite everything, he was still your Heeseung. Your heart ached with the undeniable truth that he was your destined other half, and you couldnât bring yourself to let him go completely.
In that moment, amidst the whirlwind of your emotions, the right path became unmistakably clear. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your feelings shift into something resolute. With trembling hands, you squeezed his. This wasnât just about forgiveness; it was about embracing the possibility of healing together. âI canât let you go, not now,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âLetâs find our way back.â
No one had ever warned you how difficult it truly was to rebuild something broken, even with someone youâd known your entire life. But now, standing on the other side of that struggle, as you watched the pieces of your relationship with Heeseung slowly fall back into place, you realized that every effort had been worth it. The awkward silences, the tentative steps, and the raw vulnerabilityâit had all led to this unexpected peace. Months ago, you wouldâve laughed if someone told you not only that youâd be back together, but that youâd be more in love with Heeseung than ever before. Yet, against all odds, here you wereâmore sure of him, more connected, and somehow, more in love than you ever thought possible.
It had been two weeks since that lunch, two weeks since you both decided to give things another shot. Although hesitation still hung between you, trust was slowly rebuilding, and you could feel the progress with every passing day. The real breakthrough came when you got solid proof that Karina was no longer a looming threat. It seemed that Heeseungâs rejection hit her harder than anyone expected, leading her to pack up and flee to her familyâs summer home in Lake Como. Word spread quickly that she was taking a semester off to âhealâ from all the so-called negative toxicity, but honestly, you couldnât care less. And it seemed that it wasnât just youâeveryone in your circle seemed to be rejoicing the second her plane left the tarmac, collectively exhaling as though theyâd been holding their breath for months. Her departure felt like the final nail in the coffin of a drama that had dragged on far too long, and for the first time in a while, you felt truly free from the chaos.
You and Heeseung had agreed to take things slow, both afraid to fuck up the fragile foundation of your newly rekindled relationship. While you often found yourself holding back more than you were used to, the fresh start was also exciting, like falling in love all over again. The honeymoon phase was in full swing, and honestly, you were soaking it up. So much so that it seemed your entire friend groupâfinally restored, thank God (you were sure youâd even seen Jay shed a tear when he was reunited with Sunghoon)âwas playfully revolting at how inseparable you and Heeseung had become. But despite the jokes, everyone was genuinely thrilled to see you two back together. Even the soft launch on Instagram stirred enough commotion that your mom called, confused. But you didnât care about anyoneâs reactions, because for the first time in a long time, you were truly happy.
âIâm surprised your little purse dog isnât with you,â Yujinâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts as she appeared out of nowhere, making you jump.
âWhat?â You shot her a confused look.
âHeeseung! Heâs like your own little purse dog these days. I donât think Iâve seen you two apart since you got back together,â she teased, giving you a smug grin before snatching your drink from your hand and taking a big swig.
You snatched it right back, rolling your eyes. âThat is not true!â
But the grin on your face betrayed youâyou knew exactly what she meant.
Your half-hearted attempts to deny her claims were cut short when yet another voice chimed in, startling you once again. "Nah, Yujin's right. You two are capital C clingy."
"Stop sneaking up on me!" you groaned, shaking your head at both Ryujin and Yujin. They, of course, found your irritation hilarious. Before you could protest further, Ryujin also reached over and grabbed your drink, taking a long sip without hesitation.
"Oh my God, just take it!" you exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned to grab a fresh cup, already resigned to making yourself another drink.
"But seriously, where is Heeseung?" Ryujin asked, glancing around the packed house, her eyes scanning the crowd for your boyfriend.
Jake had thrown a party to celebrate Karinaâs dramatic exit, and it seemed like everyone you knew had shown up. His place was absolutely massive so it was insane to see the entire place bursting with people, not a single corner empty.
You shrugged as you added ice to your drink. "Not sure, I saw Jay dragging him out to the pool. I think theyâre playing beer pong. You guys do realize we havenât been together every second, right?â
Yujin scoffed. "You sure about that?t At least from what Iâve been seeing Iâm having a hard time believing that."
âYeah, babe, I donât think thereâs been a single day this week you havenât been with him,â Ryujin added. But when she noticed a slight frown tugging at your lips, she quickly backpedaled. âBut thatâs not a bad thing! You guys are back together, and honestly, you seem so much happier and more in love. Weâre happy for you.â
Yujin nodded in agreement. âYeah, itâs cute. Almost sickeningly so. But seriously, weâre all just glad you two are happy again.â
Right on cue, you felt a familiar arm wrap around your waist from behind. You knew instantly who it was. âAww, thatâs so sweet, Yujin. Glad we have your support,â Heeseung teased, reaching out to fist-bump her.
"Were you out playing beer pong?" you asked, glancing up at Heeseung.
He nodded with a grin. "Yeah, Sunghoon and I absolutely annihilated Jay and Jake. Those two suck every single time, but they keep teaming up like theyâve got something to prove. Not that Iâm complainingâit just means we keep winning. The loser had to admit the otherâs dog was better, and Sunghoon had Jake practically in tears, saying Gaeul was superior to Layla. It was almost cruel. Laylaâs literally upstairs, and he ran right up to apologize to her."
Ryujin snorted. "You guys are such kids. What kind of punishment even is that?"
"Hey, Iâll have you know that when it comes to Gaeul, Iâd put my fucking life on the line for her!" Sunghoon appeared out of nowhere, clearly having overheard the mention of his beloved dog.
"Yeah, donât mess with his dog. Itâs, like, actually serious for him," Heeseung added, backing up his friend with a smirk.
You couldnât help but smile. It felt so good to have everyone back together, the easy banter flowing like it always had. The boys, especially, had clearly missed each other. Things were a bit tense between Heeseung and Jake at first, but once Sunghoon and Jay rejoined the group, it felt like no time had passed at all. Of course, Heeseung wasted no time making it clear that you were off-limits now, even threatening that heâd shave Jakeâs hair off if he so much as thought about crossing that lineâand judging by Jakeâs face, it was a threat he took seriously.
As Sunghoon passionately defended his dog, you felt Heeseung's arm tighten around your waist. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âI donât know about you, but I can think of something way better than listening to Sunghoon go on about his dogâs honor,â he whispered, his voice laced with mischief. âHow about we check out one of the way-too-many bedrooms upstairs?â
The suggestion came with that familiar cheeky tone, and you didnât need any convincing. Without a word, the two of you quietly slipped away from the group, who were still caught up in their conversation about pets. Heeseung was rightâthere were far too many rooms in this house, but luckily you knew exactly where to find a quiet, empty one.
Your body hadnât even fully crossed the threshold before Heeseung captured your lips with a fervor you hadnât felt since Hyunjinâs party. When you said that you and Heeseung were committed to taking your relationship slowly, you truly meant it. Sure, the two of you had made it to third base, but you had intentionally held back from rushing into sex, wanting to protect the delicate balance of your relationship. Yet, in that moment, it was clear that neither of you was opposed to going all the way. You both had been holding back for far too long.
Shutting the door behind you, he slammed you flat against the it as his tongue explored inside your mouth. You were panting against his lips as you reached for his clothes. It was obvious neither of you were particularly interested in taking it slow.Â
âGod youâre so fucking hot,â Heeseung didn't hold back his groan as his hand pulled your top over your breasts and cupped one in his hand, groping it as he deepened the kiss. You scratched a hand against the nape of his neck eliciting another low groan from him while his lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck. His touches had never felt better and you were yearning to feel him closer and deeper.Â
While his lips worked their way down, you didnât waste any time pulling your leather pants down, revealing the same pair of black thongs that you had been wearing the last time the two of you had sex and Heeseung groaned against your skin once he realized.Â
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me.â You giggled at his response and quickly tugged him towards the bed, leaving behind a trail of clothes as the two of you continued to get rid of your clothes until you were left bare.Â
Your hands firmly gripped his shoulders once he had finally stripped and you pushed him down on the bed as you also went down on your knees. His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes twinkled at the realization of what was happening.
âIâve missed your cock so bad,â you purred before letting a wad of spit fall from your mouth and straight on his rock-hard dick.Â
His eyes instantly rolled back when your hands wrapped themselves around his length and worked their way up and down, adopting a steady tempo. Your eyes never left his face as you held a determined look in your eyes, eager to please him.
âFuck, just like that,â Heeseung barely managed to pant out as his eyes connected with yours.
You couldnât hold back a smile. Knowing that your touches had him falling apart like this in pleasure had you growing overcome with lust. There was not a better sight than the one in front of you and you couldnât break away from witnessing his every reaction even as you slowly started to lick his tip.Â
He was panting hard as he watched you lick up and down his shaft before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip that was dripping with precum. And when you sunk down, allowing his dick to find its place in your warm tight throat, his hands went straight to the back of your head, pushing you further down and inciting you to choke on his length.
Itâd been a while since youâd deep-throated anything and you felt the tears instantly prick at your eyes as you gagged around his thick cock. You concentrated hard, closing your eyes to ease your throat as you slowly started to bob your head.
Saliva escaped down the corners of your mouth as the tears were now fully escaping your eyes. The filthy sounds of you gagging filled the room along with Heeseungâs deep grunts. His hands were fully pushing your head down as he thrust up, yearning for you to take him deeper. You tried your best to swallow around his as you searched for air, but he was relentless and pushed you until you couldnât take anymore and had to slap the sides of his thighs for respite.Â
 âJesus Christ, Heeseung!â You gasped for air before coughing when he finally let you go, realizing how brutal he had been treating your throat.
âShit, sorry,â his eyes were wide as he reached for your face, pushing your sweat-drenched hair away from your face. âItâs been so long and you felt so good, Iâm so sorry-â
âShut up,â you shook your head as you pushed him back on the bed. You ignored his apologies and quickly got on top of him, ignoring the fact that you had just been brutally choking on your boyfriendâs dick.
You were already dripping wet and Heeseungâs eyes couldnât take his eyes away from your glistening pussy hovering over his dick. His hands guided themselves to your hips and you slowly teased him as you rubbed the tip of his dick at your entrance.Â
âPlease,â he pleaded desperately and that was all you needed to hear before you slowly sunk yourself down his length.
The two of you let out groans and you couldnât help but heavily pant as you went lower, feeling him deeper in you. You felt so full that it felt like you could feel him all the way up your throat. Heeseung was massive and despite having loads of experience riding him, every time it felt like almost too much for you as your body felt like it was being stretched beyond its limit.
âFuck, youâre too big,â you whimpered as you felt your body slumping over his, trying your best to get adjusted to his side.Â
His mouth found yours as he passionately kissed you while his hands found your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. âYouâre taking me so well princess.â
As he praised you, you found yourself slowly attempting to move your hips and before you knew it, you were moaning against his lips as you moved up and down his length. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldnât stop. The stretch still stung, but the pleasure that came with it was more than anything you couldâve asked for.
âHeeseung,â you moaned out loudly as his hips thrust up to meet yours, forcing you to feel him deeper.
The room was filled with your wanton moans that didnât stop chanting his name and the sounds of his balls slapping roughly against your pussy. His grunts were getting animalistic and before you knew it, he had flipped the two of you over changing the position and taking over.Â
âOh my God!â You screeched as he moved your legs to hang over his shoulders, causing the new position to allow him to reach you deeper if that was even possible.
He relentlessly pounded against your sweet spot, âYou feel so fucking good. Perfect pussy made just for me.â
His dirty talk had you whimpering and you found yourself reaching down for your clit quickly rubbing it, helping you reach your orgasm faster.Â
âIâm almost there donât stop,â you instructed, and with a couple more hard thrusts, you found yourself loudly crying out as you found yourself reaching your peak.Â
You clung to him tightly as you rode out your orgasm and could feel him twitch inside you before also cumming closely after. He filled you to the brim with his cum as you limply laid there taking everything he gave you. Once he was finished, he slowly pulled out inciting a small whimper from you and you could feel all his cum slowly pouring out of you and down your leg.Â
Heeseung, seemingly just as worn out as you were, plopped right next to you before pulling you close to him, cuddling you. A huge smile formed on your face as you turned your head to face him and kiss him, someone pounded on the door.
âYou two are so fucked for that! You do realize Laylaâs room is right next door!âÂ
Bonus:
It was unbelievable how fast time had flown, especially now, standing with all your closest friends in matching caps and gowns. You couldnât help but marvel at the fact that youâd all made it through college in one piece, still tight-knit as ever. It was almost enough to bring you to tearsâif you werenât so distracted by how uncomfortable your dress had become under your gown. You kept fidgeting, trying to adjust it for a bit of relief.
âStop wrinkling your dress!â your mother scolded, while busy straightening Jakeâs tie.
âBut no oneâs even going to see the tie under the gown,â Jake whined, only for your mom to shoot him a stern look that silenced him immediately as she returned to perfecting his outfit.
True to her word, your mom had finally gotten Jake head to toe in one of her custom pieces (minus the cap and gown). âI donât care if anyone sees it or not. You are not wearing one of my designs without it being flawless,â she insisted, focused on making sure everything was perfect.
You could hear the quiet snickers behind you, and without even turning around, you knew Sunghoon and Ryujin were loving every second of this. They had already survived your motherâs meticulous once-over and were now relishing in watching the rest of you squirm under her scrutiny.
"Yeah, come on Jake, stop being so fussy. You should be grateful she's even doing this for you," Heeseung chimed in, grinning. His playful jab at Jake was laced with just enough sweetness to win over your momâor at least, that was the plan.
Your mom still hadnât entirely forgiven Heeseung for the disaster he caused at her garden party, and her approval of your rekindled relationship was, at best, tentative. But it was clear she was slowly warming up, especially with the way Heeseung never missed a chance to flatter her.
âAlright, now you look presentable. Donât you dare mess with it during the ceremony,â your mom finally declared, stepping back to give Jake a final once-over. She then turned her sharp gaze on the rest of you, making sure everyone else met her high standards.
You exchanged a glance with Sunghoon and Ryujin, who were both barely holding in their laughter. They clearly found your momâs unofficial role as wardrobe enforcer far more amusing from the sidelines.
âOh, you all look so beautiful,â your mother said, her smile softening in a way you werenât used to. The warmth in her gaze caught you off guard, and suddenly, the stuffiness of your dress was the last thing on your mind. As your eyes met hers, the reality of the moment hit youâgraduation day, surrounded by your closest friends, all of you about to step into the next chapter of your lives. You could feel the emotions welling up, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you took in the sight of everyone in their caps and gowns.
Heeseung, as if sensing your shift in mood, gently tugged your hand into his, threading your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and gave you a reassuring smile, grounding you just when you needed it most.
âCome on, letâs take a picture before we leave,â you suggested, grabbing Heeseung's hand and motioning to your friends.
Your group huddled close, arms draped over each other, laughter bubbling up as your mom snapped away on her phone. Heeseungâs arm stayed firmly around your waist, keeping you close while you smiled for the camera. The joy of the moment, the closeness of your friends, felt like the perfect snapshot of how far you had all come.
As soon as the last picture was taken, everyone started to drift toward the stadium for the commencement ceremony. You watched as the crowd began to gather under the soft glow of the setting sun. After a quick hug and goodbye to your mom, you turned to follow your friends toward the entrance gates.
Just before you could step through the gates, Heeseung gently pulled you aside, his fingers brushing your arm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âI couldnât have done any of this without you. Iâm proud of us.â
His words made your heart swell, emotions bubbling up in a way that almost took your breath away. You looked up at him, your smile soft and full of everything youâd been through together. âI am too,â you whispered back, a mixture of relief and joy filling your chest. âWe made it.â
The air was cool, a gentle breeze lifting the corners of your graduation gown as you looked at Heeseung, remembering how uncertain things had once seemed. But now? Everything felt like it was finally falling into place. The obstacles and heartbreak had only made you both stronger.
As the sun began to set, Heeseung took your hand again, just like in the room earlier. This time, though, he brought it to his lips, brushing a light kiss across your knuckles before pulling you closer.
âI love you,â he said quietly, and it wasnât a grand declarationâjust a simple truth that felt completely genuine.
âI love you too,â you answered, your heart full.
Standing there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the future didnât seem so intimidating anymore. It was uncertain, sure, but with Heeseung beside you, you felt ready for whatever was next.
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simon getting jealous over another coworker flirting with his work wife ? đ
i had tew much fun writing this lmao
one â two â three â four
you donât know how it happened, one second there was a recruit standing before you, and in the next you were shoved against the stretcher, tactical pants and panties pooled between your legs as simon bent you over to fuck his thick cock into you.
wellâyou do know how it happened, but it was so quick it left you dizzy.
anderson had been brought in by two other recruits, limping and grunting as they plopped him onto the medical bed. a deep gash on his upper thigh from one of the other recruits knicking his skin during practice.
it was deep, and angryâyour fingers itching to patch him up as you ripped open a bigger hole on his tactical pants to get the wound cleaned. âyou shouldnât have let it get this far, anderson.â
âitâs sanders.â
you blinked up at him, a small frown on your lips, âpardon?â
âitâs sandersânot anderson.â
heat bloomed on your cheeks, the newest batch of recruits had been here for four months already and you were positive youâd only ever addressed him incorrectly. you cleared your throat, embarrassed. âiâm sorryââ
âitâs no big deal, iâm sure you can make up for it.â
your nerves flared as he cut you off, at what the grimy smirk on his face was insinuating. you couldnât hold back the grimace on your face as you worked on patching him up and getting him out of your work space.
through the annoyance and blood pumping in your ears, you missed the big bulk of your lieutenant sliding into your space.
sanderâs voice dropped lower, in what you assumed was his way of being seductive, âdonât be like that, honey.â
you forced yourself to not be overly rough with the way you were cleaning the gash on his thigh, fingers working methodically on his wound.
âi can show you a real good time.â and then his fingers were threading through your hair, the shock causing you to jostle as he tangled his fingers in the root of your hair to tug your neck upwards.
your heart pumped in anger, ready to yell at him to fuck offâto not fucking touch you. but simon beat you to it.
âget yâr fucking hands off my wife.â
the growl in simonâs voice had you tensing yet melting at the same time. shivers running down your back and heat coiling in your belly.
sanders scrambled upwards, back tense and eyes wide. you stumbled backwards, simon steadying you by placing a thick hand on your waist and pulling you to him.
âlieutenant rileyâi had no idea, she didnât-i didnât know she was your wife.â
simonâs chest was practically vibrating with his anger, snarling down at the man in front of you like a rabid dog. heat bloomed between your thighs, clit aching at his proximity, at the way he protected you.
âi dânt give two fucks what you knowâget the fuck out of here.â
you had never seen someone leave your quarters faster, sanders left running like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
your body sagged into simonâs, relief filling you from the inside out as his fingers trailed over you. searching.
âyou alright, sweetheart?â
you nod, heart thrumming and trying to wrap your head around what happened, âi need words, baby. talk to me. did heâdid he do anything, touch you more than he didââ
you turned in his arms, face burying into his chest to breathe in his scent. âmâfine, he didnât-i just canât believe he had the nerve.â
simonâs eyes raked over you behind his skull mask. assessing, trying to make sure you really were alright. âiâm fine, simon. i swear. and feeling so much better because youâre here.â
he took a few more seconds to look you over, calloused finger gripping your throat gently and rubbing his gloved thumb over your jaw.
âalmost fuckinâ killed him fâr touching you.â
a small laughed bubbled in your throat, leaning into him, âiâm almost positive he pissed himself. never seen you look so scary.â
his fingers loosened on your throat gently, âdid i scare you?â his voice was awfully raw, almost vulnerable.
âno. thought it was hot, honestly.â
one of his fingers twitched gently, pressing into you more firmly and you felt his cock. hard and full against your belly as he walked the two of you backwards. âyeah?â
âmhm, wouldâve let you bent me over right in front of him if he hadnât run off.â
simonâs rough voice caused heat to coil in your belly as he turned you over. pressing your back down to bend you over as his cock pressed against your ass, âmânot someone who likes to share, sweetheart.â
your back arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his cock before he pinned your back down with a heavy palm and used his other one to unbutton your pants. âthink you need to make that clear for everyone else then.â
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Stray Kids Reaction || You Find Out You're A Bet
â¤Copyright: Š DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024
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A/n: before i get messaged about letting them âwalk all over the readerâ in order for it to have a fluffy ending there needs to be some give and take.Â
CHAN:
You weren't even sure why you were at the party in the first place, Chan told you it was just going to be for ten minutes but you'd been wandering around for almost an hour completely alone now. Pulling out your phone, you were contemplating calling a cab when you heard faint voices approaching you in the garden. Curious, you stay hidden behind the tall bushes, not wanting to intrude but unable to move away from them. The voices become clearer, and you recognize them immediatelyâMinho and Hyunjin, two of Bang Chan's closest friends. Hyunjin was even in your art class.
"I can't believe Chan actually agreed to that bet," Hyunjin says, his tone filled with disbelief. Minho chuckles a little and shakes his head, he never would have expected it to have happened.
"Yeah, who would've thought? But he's pulling it off. YN doesn't suspect a thing." Your heart stops. The blood in your veins turns to ice as you strain to hear more, hoping against hope that you've misunderstood what they were saying. Your stomach felt as though it was going to drop out of your ass.
"Do you think he'll actually go through with it?" Hyunjin asks, looking at Minho with an uneasy look on his face. Chan wasn't known to be mean or malicious and maybe it wasn't a malicious thing they'd set him up to do...In fact, their friend seemed happy around you.
"I don't know. He seemed pretty determined to prove us wrong. But you know how Chan isâalways needing to be the best at everything." Minho laughed softly and you felt like the ground had opened up beneath you. A bet. To get with you. Your vision blurs as tears sting your eyes. You can't stand to hear anymore. You step back, accidentally snapping a twig underfoot. The sound is loud in the stillness, and you curse under your breath.
"Did you hear that?" Hyunjin says, and you know you need to leave. Now.
Without thinking, you turn and run, the party forgotten, your heart shattered. You just ran and ran until you found yourself back at your dorms.
How could he? You trusted him. You liked him. You thought he liked you too. The memories of your time together, the laughter, the stolen glances, all feel like cruel jokes now. It wasn't as though it was just a few dates, it was three whole fucking months!
You didn't know how long you'd been sitting in your dorm, wrapped in your misery, but eventually, you heard footsteps approaching before your door opened, you hated that you'd given him a key. You look up to see Bang Chan, his face etched with worry and desperation.
"YN," he calls out softly, hesitating a few feet away as if he's afraid you'll run again, the boys told him what happened and he instantly needed to find you.
"Please, let me explain." You shake your head, standing up, your stomach flipping as you try to speak without crying. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
"There's nothing to explain, Chan. I heard everything. It was all a bet to you. Yn, the big fucking joke," Your voice cracked at the end and Chan took a step closer, his eyes pleading with yours as he shakes his head at you.
"No, it wasn't. It started that way, yes, but it's not like that anymore. I swear." His own voice broke this time as he reached out to take your hands but you snatched them away from his reach.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" you ask, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your cheeks.
"Everything feels like a lie now." You breathed out. This time Chan closes the distance between you, his hands trembling as he reaches out to touch your arm.
"Because I fell for you, YN. For real. Somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering. You became the only thing that mattered." You search his eyes, looking for any sign of deceit, but all you see is the sincerity and pain he'd caused you. You want to believe him, but your heart is still raw, you didn't want him to be able to walk right over you but you'd fallen for him too.
"Give me a chance to make it right," he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that this is real...That how I feel about you isn't some kind of joke and I'm utterly in love with you. I can't lose you over a stupid mistake." You hesitate, the battle between your heart and mind raging on, your mind screaming at you not to be stupid but your heart is beating it, fighting it tooth and nail to get him back.
Finally, you take a shaky breath look at him and nod your head.
"One chance, Chan. But if you hurt me again, we're done." Your voice came out stern as you told him, there was no way you were going to let him take advantage of you in any way. Relief practically washed over his face as he nodded,
"I promise, I won't." Chan looked at you for confirmation before stepping closer, wrapping you in a gentle hug. You whimpered a little before letting yourself melt into him, feeling the warmth and steadiness of his heartbeat against your cheek. It doesn't erase the pain not even close, but it's a start and Chan was going to prove to you every single day how much you meant to him. More than some ever silly bet.
As he holds you, whispering apologies and reassurances, you just close your eyes, enjoying the closeness between you both
MINHO:
Tonight was your birthday party, kind of. You were sharing it with a couple of other people from your class in University and Minho had thrown it for you. It was also to celebrate your anniversary with one another.Â
"I'll be right back." You whisper to Minho, quickly kissing his cheek and going to get you both a drink from the kitchen but as you walk you feel someone watching you and it doesn't take long until, Seungmin approaches you, with a look of irritation on his face.Â
"Hey, YN, can we talk for a minute?" He grumbles a little and you frown. You and Seungmin had only ever talked in passing whenever you were with Minho and he happened to be around. The two of you weren't the chatting type...with each other at least. You nod, curious about what he had to say to you alone. Without another word, he leads you to a quieter corner of the garden, away from the noise of the party.
"What's up?" you ask, trying to read his expression but it was blank, almost as if he didn't want to give anything away to you. Seungmin crosses his arms, clearly agitated by something.
"Look, you deserve to know something. Minho didn't start dating you because he liked you. It was a bet. He wanted to prove he could make anyone fall for him." The words were so cold coming from his lips and your heart stopped, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut as you shook your head.
"What are you talking about?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair clearly not in the mood for this anymore.Â
"It was just a stupid bet between him and the guys. But now, heâs acting all lovey-dovey, and it's like he actually fell for you. It's annoying." Did he sound annoyed at you for it? As if it was your fault, HIS friend had fallen in love.
You feel a wave of emotions crash over youâhurt, anger, disbelief, everything hitting you all at once. Why the fuck he was telling you this now was beyond you.
"Why are you telling me this?" You snap at him,
"Because it's ridiculous," Seungmin says, his tone sharp.Â
"He was supposed to prove a point, not fall in love. It's pathetic." he looked you up and down in disgust and you pulled your arms around your body, trying to shield yourself as if his words were actually hitting you physically. You don't bother to wait to hear more you march back into the party, searching for Minho. You find him laughing with some friends, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside you. You grab his arm and pull him aside, the anger bubbling up to the surface.
"YN, what's wrong?" he asks, concern flashing in his eyes, his hands holding onto you as you shake your head. Taking in a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady you stared at him.Â
"Is it true?" You didn't say anything else and Minho frowned,
"Is what true, baby?" He reached out to touch your face but you moved away from him, glaring at him.
"Did you start dating me because of a bet?" His face pales, and you see the guilt written all over it, his stomach twisting itself into knots.
"Who told you that?" He whispered, not even denying the claim.
"So, it is true," you say, your voice breaking as tears spilt down your cheeks.Â
"I can't believe you, Minho. I thought you cared about me." You grumbled, shoving against his shoulders but he didn't even move, he just stayed in place.
"I do care about you," he says desperately, reaching for your hand but you yanked it away from him.Â
"It started as a bet, yes, but that changed. I changed. I fell for you, YN. For real. This is fucking real!" He yells at you as he reaches for you once again. But his betrayal was cutting you deep.
"How am I supposed to believe that? How am I supposed to trust you?! This whole time, was any of it real?" You were sobbing by now and people were starting to stare but you didn't care. He steps closer to you, his eyes pleading.Â
"Yes, it was real. Every moment we spent together, every laugh, every kissâit was real. I know I messed up, but please, give me a chance to make it right." His voice was soft as he begged you to let him prove himself to you. You stare into his eyes, searching for the truth, you always thought you could read him easily but now you weren't even sure.Â
The hurt is still raw, but beneath it, you see the sincerity and regret written all over his face.Â
"How can I trust you again, Minho?" Your voice came out weak and when he reached to take your hand in his, you let him. He stared at you as he smiled, holding your hands tightly.
"I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I'm serious. I love you, YN. I was an idiot to ever make that bet, but I swear, you mean everything to me now." He whispers, one of his hands reaching up and cupping your face in his hands, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. You want to believe him, but the pain is still fresh in your mind.Â
"It's going to take time, Minho. I can't just forget about this." You gestured between you but he nodded, laying his forehead against yours,
"I understand," he says softly.Â
"I'll wait as long as it takes. Just don't walk away from us...Please" You take a deep breath, the anger starting to ebb away, leaving behind a fragile hope that this would work between you, that there was a future here.
"Okay. But you have to be honest with me. No more lies." He nods, relief flooding his features as he practically yanks you into his chest.
"No more lies. I promise."
CHANGBIN:
Sitting in the middle of your history lecture, you find it increasingly difficult to focus, your new professor had a one-tone voice and you could feel yourself drifting off the longer he spoke. Sighing a little to yourself you reached into your bag for your phone. It had been buzzing non-stop for the last twenty minutes and you wanted to see what was happening. As you pulled it out a flurry of notifications began lighting up the screen. When the professor turns to write on the board, you sneak a glance at your phone, trying to figure out what was happening so much that needed this much attention on the matter.
Your heart sinks as you see a string of messages and missed calls from friends. One message catches your eye: a screenshot from an unknown number. You glanced up to make sure the professor was still busy and you caught the look of some of the girls in your class who were looking at you with pity, smiling weakly as they turned away from you.
Frowning you turned back to your phone to open the message, and your stomach dropped. The screenshot shows a group chat where Changbin discusses a bet with his friendsâapparently to prove he could make you fall for him. The date on the message is from several months ago, shortly before you started dating.
Your heart races and a wave of nausea washes over you, your skin starting to sweat as you panicked more and more. You feel eyes on you as you hastily gather your things and leave the classroom, needing to get away from the prying gazes and the oppressive silence. The professor called for you but you didn't even give him a glance as you legged it down the hallway, trying to get away. It felt like all eyes were on you.
As soon as you are alone outside of Changbin's dorm, you dial Changbin's number with trembling fingers. He answers on the second ring, his voice bright and cheerful.
"Hey, baby! What's up?" What's up?! How could he even be so fucking calm about this?
"We need to talk. Now," you say, struggling to keep your voice steady. Maybe he didn't know that the photos were going "viral" around the college yet.
"Sure, where are you? I'll come to you." You could hear him moving to get his keys but you sniffled a little.
"I'm outside your dorm," you reply before hanging up, not giving him a chance to say anything else to you.
You pace back and forth, the minutes stretching out painfully. Finally, you see Changbin approaching, a concerned look on his face.
"YN, what's wrong? You look-" You hold up your phone, cutting him off midsentence, showing him the screenshot. "
What is this, Changbin? Did you make a bet about dating me?" You couldn't stop the hurt in your voice as you stared at him. Waiting for him to deny it, to say it was fake. Anything. Just to tell you that the two of you were real despite what that fucking thing said. His eyes widen, and you see the colour drain from his face.
"YN, I can explainâ" You cut him off, your voice shaking with anger and hurt.
"Explain what? That our entire relationship is based on a bet? That I've been nothing but a game to you? That I'm the biggest fucking joke to you?!" You cry softly,
"That nothing between us was ever fucking real?" You finish as he shakes his head at you,
"No, it wasn't like that," he says, his voice desperate as he reaches for you.
"It started as a stupid bet, but I swear, I fell for you. For real. You're not a game to me, what I feel for you isn't a game...It isn't fake..."
"Am I supposed to get on my knees and thank you for it? I-I'm not some kind of fucking joke!" You yell at him, gaining the attention of passersby but you didn't give a shit.
"How am I supposed to believe that?" you snap, tears welling up in your eyes. "Everything feels like a lie now." He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out to you as you let him touch you.
"Please, YN, you have to believe me. I was an idiot, and I made a mistake, but my feelings for you are real. I love you." It was the first time he'd ever said those three words to you and yet it felt like a slap to the face rather than something you'd been dying to hear from him.
You turn away, trying to collect your thoughts. The pain is overwhelming, but so is the look of sincerity in his eyes, you hated him and yet you loved him all at the same time.
"Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Everyone saw that screenshot. Everyone knows...People in class were staring at me, looking at me with pity!" You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shook your head,
"I know, and I'm so sorry," he says softly. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I'll tell everyone the truth. I'll make sure they know how much I care about you, how real this is between us." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
"This isn't just about everyone else. You broke my trust and my heart, Changbin. I don't know if I can get past that." He looks at you, his eyes filled with regret as he realises just how badly he'd fucked this up between the two of you.
"I understand. But please, give me a chance to prove myself. Let me show you that what we have is real." But you just left him standing there, giving yourself space to think.
Eventually, you went back to him, deciding you wanted to try and make things work between you and it had taken months of hard work from him for you to finally trust him again.
HYUNJIN:
The wedding reception is in full swing, the joyous atmosphere filling the beautifully decorated hall. You smile as you watch your friends and family celebrating with each other, your gaze wandering over to your husband now who was talking to a few of his friends. Your wedding day has been everything you dreamed of and more, it was everything you'd ever wanted since you were a little girl.
As you move through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, you overhear a conversation that stops you in your tracks, your hand resting on the lower back of someone who congratulated you but your mind is on the conversation.Â
"I can't believe it all started as a bet. Who would've thought he'd actually fall in love with her and have a wedding like this?" Your heart skipped a beat, and it felt as though someone had just doused you in freezing cold water. You step closer, trying to catch more of the conversation without drawing attention to yourself.
"Yeah, remember how smug he was about it? But now look at him, married and everything," Seungmin laughs and you suddenly feel like the ground has been pulled out from under you. Your wedding day, the happiest day of your life, suddenly feels like a cruel joke between everyone there. Did everyone know it was a bet? How could he have not said anything to you? The two of you had been together for nine years now and he hadn't thought it bring it up once?Â
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and decide you need to confront Hyunjin. Now.
As soon as you'd found him you dragged him away from listening ears and walked toward the toilets, shutting the door and ignoring the wolf-whistles from people who had seen the interaction. You bolted the door shut and Hyunjin smirked,
"Couldn't wait for the wedding night, baby?" He teases, stopping when you turn around to face him.
"Hey, what's up?" he asks, noticing the serious look on your face. He was ready to kill whoever had made you this pissed off on your wedding day of all days.
"We need to talk. Now," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Where were you even supposed to start with this?Â
"Hyunjin, is it true? Did our relationship start as a bet?" you ask, your voice shaking as you stare at him. The expression on his face was all you needed for him to confirm it was real. His eyes widened in shock, and you see the guilt flash across his face.Â
"YN, I can explainâ"
"All this time, everything we built, started as a stupid bet?" You whispered, almost as if you were scared someone was going to be listening outside.
"Yes, it started as a bet," he admits, his voice filled with regret. "But it changed, YN. I changed. We've been together for nine years! You think I'd marry you for some cruel joke?" He steps toward you but you take a step back, feeling betrayed.
 "How could you not tell me? How could you let me marry you without knowing the truth?" You stared at him. As if your vows hadn't included that you'd never lie or hide something from one another.
"I was scared," he says softly. "Scared of losing you, scared that you wouldn't believe me if I told you. But my feelings for you are real. They have been for a long time, nine years baby I'd...I can't be without you." Tears fill your eyes as you struggle to process his words.
"How am I supposed to trust you now, Hyunjin? On our wedding day, of all days? You could have told me nine fucking years ago and I would...I would have had time to"
"I know," He whispers, his eyes boring into yours as he shakes his head.
"I know I fucked up. I should have told you a long time ago. But I love you, YN. I love you more than anything. Please, give me a chance to prove that to you. I meant every single thing in my vows...This isn't a joke to me," You needed to believe him and you did. Nine years was a long time for a bet and you knew it was real now but it didn't stop the hurt you were feeling right now.Â
"I don't know if I can just forget about this, Hyunjin. It hurts too much." You cry softly and he reaches out, wiping away the tears with a tissue trying not to ruin the makeup you were wearing.
"I understand," he says, his voice breaking. "But please, don't let this ruin what we have. We've built a life together, a future. Don't let a mistake I made years ago take that away from us." You take a deep breath, the anger and hurt slowly giving way to the love you still feel for him.Â
"It's going to take time, Hyunjin. I can't just move past this overnight."
"I know," he says, relief flooding his features, holding you in his arms as he whispers. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I promise." He rocks you back and forth slightly as he kisses the top of your head.
JISUNG:
The night was going amazing, you and Jisung were at your favourite restaurant, a cosy little place with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. He told you he wanted to take you back to where your relationship started years ago, in the restaurant where you'd had your first date. He's been acting a bit nervous all night, and you have a feeling something big is about to happen, he'd made sure to let you know to get your nails done too...Jisung wasn't always the secretive guy he pretended to be.
"yn," He smiled as he reached over the table and took your hand. He looks into your eyes, a mixture of love and anxiety in his gaze, slowly he slides out from his chair and drops on one knee in front of you. Your heart racing as you giggled.Â
"I have spent every single day loving you for the last four years and I wanted to spend every single day for the rest of our lives doing it the same," He tells you. But just as he starts to speak again, you hear a familiar voice from a nearby table.
"Hey, isn't that Jisung and YN?" You glance over to see Changbin who is staring at you both and you look back at Jisung trying to focus on the proposal but the following words make your heart drop.
"Remember how she was just a bet years ago? And now look, she's about to be his future wife!" His voice was full of amusement and your heart stopped. The words cut through the romantic atmosphere like a knife. You pull your hand away from Jisung's and turn to face Changbin, the shock and hurt evident on your face.
"What?" You whispered, staring at Changbin and then to Jisung who looked panicked as he shook his head.Â
"YN, please, let me explain."
You stand up, your emotions boiling over as you knock into the table and knock the glass of wine shattering to the floor gaining more attention to you both.Â
"Explain what, Jisung? That our entire relationship started as a joke? That I was nothing but a bet to you?" You shake your head, trying to get away but he reaches out to you, desperation in his eyes.Â
"It wasn't like that...O-okay...Yes, it started as a stupid bet, but that was years ago!" You shake your head, tears starting to blur your vision, and people are staring at you both.Â
"How could you not tell me? How could you keep this from me all these years?" You whispered at him as he shook his head. His friends told him to tell you years ago when he started falling for you but he thought he could hide it. That if you never found out the way it started it wouldn't matter because you loved each other.
"I was terrified," he admits, his voice breaking as he shook his head.Â
"Scared of losing you, terrified you'd never forgive me. But I love you, YN. More than anything." The betrayal felt like a weight on your chest, suffocating you as you shook your head. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.Â
"I need some air." You whispered and walked away.Â
You walked and walked until you stopped at a park, holding your arms around yourself and crying softly. It didn't take Jisung to catch up to you, calling your name, but you didn't look at him as your shoulders began shaking with silent sobs.
"YN, please. I never meant to hurt you. The bet was a mistake, a stupid, immature mistake. But my love for you is real. It always has been and it always...will be, baby." You turn to face him, the pain and anger still raw as you stare at him.Â
"How am I supposed to believe that, Jisung? After everything?" He knew it wasn't going to be something quick he could move past but he was never going to stop until he proved to you how true this was.
"Because Iâve spent every day since then trying to be the best man I can be for you. Because I canât imagine my life without you. I was going to propose to you tonight because I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you." You stared into his eyes, trying to decide if this was real or just some extension of the bet but he stared at you, his hurt and guilt clear on his face.
"You broke the trust between us...Everything feels like a lie now." You whisper, allowing yourself to hold onto him as he rubs your back softly,
"This isn't how I wanted this night to go...I fucked this all up, and I will do fucking anything to make you realise that what I feel is real..."
You take a deep breath, the anger and hurt slowly giving way to the love you still feel for him, you wanted your life with him. Your life with him was everything you'd been dreaming of.Â
"This...This isn't some part of the bet?" You gestured at the box in his hand and he shook his head,
"Never...Ever," He whispered as he looked at you, you nodded and he slowly knelt back down in front of you.
"I will spend every single day making this up to you if you agree to be my wife. I will spend every day, bringing you flowers, making you songs...doing whatever it takes to prove it's real...Will you-" You kissed him before he could even finish asking you and he whined.
"I-Is that a yes?" He panted as you pulled back from one another, you slowly nodded at him.
FELIX:
You and Felix are sitting in your favourite coffee shop, the one where youâve shared many dates with each other when you started dating a few months back but something felt strange today. Felix seemed different than his usual self around you today and it was starting to worry you a little bit. He was being quieter, and more jittery than normal. You sip your coffee, waiting for him to speak, thinking he would come to you when he was good and ready.
Finally, he takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours but there is guilt and fear written all across his face as he stares at you,
âYN, thereâs something I need to tell you.â You set your cup down, your heart beginning to race. Was he going to break up with you? Is that was this was?
âWhat is it, Lix?â You reached your hands over the table to touch him but he pulled his hands away and looked away from you for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The boys had warned him not to do this, that it wouldn't be good to ruin what you had but he no longer wanted to lie about why your relationship had started. When he spoke, his voice was shaky.
âOur relationship... it didnât start the way you think it did..." He coughed a little as he cleared his throat,
"It started as a bet.â The words rushed out but you heard every single one of them as your heart sank to the pit of your stomach,
âA bet? What do you mean?â He winces at the hurt in your voice, he'd been trying to brace himself for this for a few weeks now but he hadn't done it enough.
âIt was stupid and immature. Some of the guys bet that I couldnât get you to go on a date with me. At first, it was just about proving them wrong. But YN, it didnât stay that way. Iâve fallen for you, really fallen for you. Thatâs why I have to be honest with you now. I couldn't keep lying about why all of this had started.â One minute you'd been so in love with him and now it felt as though someone had ripped the floor out from under you,
âSo, this whole time, I was just a game to you?â You whispered, shaking your head at him.
âNo,â he says quickly, reaching for your hand again.
âYou were never just a game. I know it started that way, but it changed. You changed me. When we went on that first date I knew I was going to fall for you and I made them stop the whole thing. I didn't take their money...â You pull your hand away, standing up trying to get out of the cafe without drawing too much attention to you both.
âHow am I supposed to believe that, Felix? How can I trust anything youâve said?â He stands too in a rush, knocking his cup over but neither of you moves, his eyes stare into yours, pleading with you.
âBecause Iâm telling you the truth now. I was scared to lose you, but I realized that if I kept this from you, it would be worse. I couldnât keep lying to you. I love you, YN. Thatâs real. What I feel for you? It's so real.â
Tears blur your vision as you shake your head, the betrayal cutting deep inside of you as you shook your head, this all felt like a big joke.
âYou should have told me sooner. You should have given me the choice...â
âI know,â he whispers, his voice breaking. âIâm so sorry. Iâll do what I can to make this right. Please, donât walk away from us.â You look at him and bite your lip,
âI need time, Felix. This hurts too much.â You whispered as he nodded at you, watching you walk away from him.
One evening, as you sat alone in your dorm, there was a small knock on the door. Slowly you got up to open it and find Felix standing there, looking vulnerable and hopeful. There was a huge bouquet of flowers, not that you needed any more of them. There were already twenty of them sitting all around your apartment.
âYN, can we talk?â he asks softly. Slowly you stepped aside and let him into the apartment and he sat down watching you closely.
âIâve been thinking a lot,â you say finally. âAbout us, about everything. I still donât know if I can fully trust you, but I also know that I love you. I miss you.â Your voice cracked as he jumped up, rushing to your side and took your hand gently.
âI miss you too. I know I messed up, and Iâll spend every day proving to you that my love is real. No more secrets, no more lies.â You told him as you looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. All you see is sincerity and regret.
âItâs going to take time, Felix. A lot of time.â He nodded at you, kissing your hand softly,
âI understand,â he says, his grip on your hand tightening. âIâll be here, every step of the way. I love you, YN. More than anything.â
SEUNGMIN:
It was a quiet and very lazy Sunday afternoon, and youâre curled up on the couch with Seungmin. Heâs napping beside you, his head resting on your shoulder, and youâre idly scrolling through his phone, looking for the photos he'd taken of you both last week when you went to the animal sanctuary, you wanted to send them to your mum since she was always asking for photos. As you swipe through his videos, one catches your eye: a familiar group of friends, with Seungmin front and centre.
Curiosity piqued, and you tap on the video wondering what it could have been. The two of you had no secrets from one another, or so you'd thought.
The laughter and rowdy voices of Seungmin and his friends fill the room in the video. You recognize the setting instantlyâitâs from a few months ago, just before you and Seungmin started dating. You knew that because it was the same outfit Seungmin had asked you out in, something you'd memorised.
"Alright, boys, here are the rules," Seungmin's voice booms from the video as people cheered around him, you frowned a little.
"The first one to get YN to fall for them wins. No cheating, and you have to actually date her for at least three months. Loser buys drinks for a year." You stared at the screen as if you wished it was some kind of nightmare you were having. But as you realise it was real your heart drops. The phone feels like itâs burning your hand, and you quickly pause the video. Seungmin stirs beside you, his eyes fluttering open.
âHey, what are you watching?â he asks groggily, yawning a little before you scoff at him.
âOh you know, just a cute little video of my boyfriend saying I'm a fucking bet,â you spit at him, showing him the screen and restarting to video all over again. His eyes widen in horror as he realizes what youâve seen.
âYN, listen...I can explain.â He pleaded but you were already standing up, throwing his phone down onto the sofa beside him and trying to gather your shit.
âSo, I was just a bet to you? Some kind of game? How long were you going to keep it going?â You laughed dryly. The video said three months but the two of you had been together for almost ten months now. Seungmin scrambles to sit up, panic clear on his face.
âNo, itâs not like that. It started as a bet, yes, but that was before I really got to know you. I swear, my feelings for you are real.â
âHow am I supposed to believe that? Huh? You sat there and you-â You barely got the words out, tears welling up in your eyes.
âYou made me fall for you because of a stupid bet. I thought we had something real, Seungmin.â You grab your things, throwing them into a bag as he follows you around his apartment, blocking you from going into the bedroom,
âWe do! We do have something real, baby! This is real!â he insists, standing and reaching out to you, but you move away from his touch and shake your head at him.
âI was an idiot, okay? It was juvenile and wrong, and I regret it every day. But YN, I fell for you. Truly. Thatâs why I need to be honest with you now.â You step back, the pain of betrayal cutting you like a knife and you shake your head.
"Send me the rest of my shit," You snap before storming out of his apartment and going home.
[X]
It had been a month, a month of pure torture every time you realised you still loved Seungmin despite him lying to you and hiding something huge from you and yet you missed him. Every single day you would get a new delivery of flowers or a teddy bear with a card that explained a reason why Seungmin had fallen in love with you and he was making it incredibly difficult to hate him.
"Seungmin," You breathed finding him at your door one more.
âIâm standing here, telling you the truth...okay,â he says, tears now in his eyes as he looks at you.
âIâm risking everything because I canât lose you. I love you, and Iâll spend the rest of my life making this up to you if youâll let me.â
You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit and you can see how much he regretted doing this to you.
âItâs going to take time, Seungmin. I canât just forget about this overnight...But I miss-" You barely had time to finish before he threw himself into your arms and hugged you tightly against him.
JEONGIN:
Youâre having dinner at Jeonginâs family home, enjoying a relaxed evening with his parents and younger brother. They'd invited you over since you were Jeongin's first-ever real girlfriend and they wanted to meet the girl who had stolen his heart. The atmosphere is warm and lively, and it felt so easy to fit in with their banter. You feel completely at ease, having grown close to Jeongin's family over the months youâve been dating. It would have been a year next month.
As you help clear the table after dinner, his younger brother suddenly speaks up, Â
âHey, YN, what did you and Jeongin do with the money?â
"What money?" You laughed softly wondering what he was talking about, behind you Jeongin had paled dramatically.
"From the bet...The one he made to ask you out." his tone was so casual but his words were like a dagger to your heart.
The room falls silent. You freeze, the plates in your hands feeling like they weigh a ton and it took everything inside of you not to drop them on the floor. Slowly you turn to look at Jeongin, who is pale and wide-eyed, clearly caught off guard by the fact that his brother had bought it up.
âWhat's he talking about?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jeongin's baby bother, oblivious to the tension heâs caused, continues,
âYeah, Jeongin and his friends bet that he couldnât get you to go to some party with him. It was just a joke, but I guess it worked out between you both, right?â You feel like the ground has collapsed beneath you. The warmth and comfort of the evening vanished, replaced by a cold, hard betrayal. You look at Jeongin, hoping for some kind of denial, but he just stares at you, guilt and panic written all over his face.
"yn..." He whispers but you place the plates down, shaking your head and heading out of the apartment needing some time to think clearly but it wasn't going to happen as Jeongin chased after you.
âYN, please, let me explain.â He begged but you stepped back, shaking your head. âNot here. Weâll talk about this at home.â
[X]
When Jeongin finally joined you back at home it was like the air was thick with tension and you stared at him,
âSo, it was all a bet? Our entire relationship started as some kind of joke?â you demand, tears welling up in your eyes. Jeongin looks desperate, his hands trembling as he tries to reach for you.Â
âYes, it started as a bet. But YN, it was a stupid, immature mistake. I never meant for it to go this far.â
âThatâs supposed to make me feel better?â you shout, pulling away from him.Â
âI trusted you, Jeongin! I thought what we had was real.â You yelled at him and he shook his head at you,
âIt is real,â he insists, his voice breaking. âI fell in love with you, truly. Thatâs why I never told you. I was scared of losing you. You mean everything to me, YN.â He pleaded with you.
"I never would have taken you to meet my family if I didn't love you. I wanted you to see them, to see the family that would one day be yours." You desperately wanted to believe him but everything was still weighing down on your chest.Â
âHow am I supposed to believe anything you say now? How do I know this isnât just another part of the bet?â
âBecause Iâm here, telling you the truth,â he says, tears streaming down his face.Â
"Because I'm hopelessly and dramatically in love with you. I would fly a plane and write it in the sky if I could! In fact! I'll hire someone to do it, I'll....I'll do anything, please, yn." He held your hands in his and you started at him, everything still so fresh.
"Innie..."
âI know, Yn, I fucked up but please...â he whispers, stepping closer cautiously.Â
âIâll wait as long as it takes for you to deem me worthy of your forgiveness. Iâll prove to you that my love is real. No more lies, no more secrets.â You nod slowly, the anger and pain slowly giving way to the love you still feel for him, everything was real between you and you could tell that from his family but it didn't make it easy.Â
âOkay. But you have to be honest with me from now on. No more lies, ever.â
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Anon! OH. MY. GOOOOOD. I love this. I love this. I love this. Secret baby? Yes, please. I adore this trope. I bow down to you for requesting this. I don't know who you are but I wish that I did. I can absolutely get behind a secret baby trope. I actually read a book recently that was a bit like that and I enjoyed it so so much.
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, stalking, possessive behavior, second chances, pregnancy / unplanned pregnancy, parenthood, reunions, light angst
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle relaxes further into the couch. The air around him is slightly smoky.
He brings his vape to his lips and takes a hit. The action is calming, and thatâs exactly what he wants. Kyle is rotting, and it feels fucking good.
Between missions, Kyle is always somewhere, but right not there is no reason for him to do anything. He can relax. He can watch reality television, eat himself to sickness, and wank off until his wrist hurts.
Itâs bloody fucking brilliant.
Kyle isnât attached. He has no kids. The only responsibility required of him is the one he has to himself. Which is why heâs splayed out on the couch in nothing but grey sweatpants and his vape. The television is on, and the volume is low. Itâs mostly for background noise. Kyle isnât really paying attention to it.
With a vape in one hand and his phone in the other, Kyle scrolls through his contacts. There are all the usual people there, but there are also a slew of general acquaintances and a long list of people heâs had it off with but never took anything further.
He pauses at one name, and old memories resurface.
They just happen upon him. Kyle doesnât drag them up from the depths. They linger there, and Kyle remembers all the fun he had with you.
You were just a small fling. A few lengthy but deliciously good fucks that tops most of the sex heâs ever had in his life. There have been times since he last saw youâover a year nowâthat Kyle has thought about what could have been.
You were sweet. A potential partner. But Kyle didnât follow through. He would regret it, but things canât be taken back. There is no turning back the clock to change what has already occurred.
Kyleâs thumb hovers above the screen.
He shouldnât. He really fucking shouldnât.
But he does. Because why not?
Switching over apps, Kyle starts scrolling social media. He doesnât usually give a shit about whatâs happening in peopleâs lives, but he is curious about you. What are you up to? What are you doing? If youâre not attached, maybe he could call you up, rekindle what was once there.
You donât have him blocked on anythingâthank fuckâand Kyle delves into your socials, exploring your life. At first, the small infant in your arms is nothing to him, but then the tiny human keeps reappearing, and Kyle pauses.
Kyle scrolls a bit more. And stops.
Just threeânoâfour months ago, there are a slew of friends and family congratulating you on the birth of your son.
YourâŚson.
Kyle thinks back. Does the math in his head.
âFuck,â he mutters, sitting up, gaze glued on the screen.
He scrolls back, studying every photo where your son is featured. Kyleâs heart slams in his chest. The features Kyle sees are features he sees every time he looks in the mirror.
âFucking hell,â groans Kyle, the phone nearly slipping from his hands as he slumps back against the couch.
Why didnât you say anything? Why didnât you contact him?
The very thought of you not reaching out doesnât sit well with him. It sits heavy in his stomach.
âFuck,â says Kyle, switching over to his contacts.
He finds Simonâs number and taps the call button.
It rings on the other end, and Kyle doesnât think that heâll answer. But he does.
âKyle,â comes Simonâs gruff voice.
Kyle sighs. âI need you to track someone down for me.â
John Price
John doesnât like cutting off contact with people.
He likes to keep in touch, even if itâs just an acquaintance. But things happen, like a fucked phone with no way to retrieve contacts, and the only people heâs able to retrieve are those he sees on a regular basis.
Your number is gone. And John has no way to get it back.
Legally that is. He could try and find you in the system. What information he has is minimal, but then again, the two of you only had a one-night stand. Heâs prone to it since heâs never in one place. Always moving around.
John would like to settle down one day, but his work is his life, and it just doesnât seem possible to have a family and be consistent with them when heâs constantly called away.
He chews it over while sitting in his office. Itâs late, and there isnât anyone else here but him. Late nights like this are calming to himâa time to process away from the events of the day. John has your first name, where you might live, and a general idea of what your number is. But he isnât certain, and itâs hardly enough to go on.
Sighing, deciding heâd rather find you than not, John turns on his computer. It takes a while to get the classified systems he has access to. No one tracks what he does on here, and no one will think twice if they do happen to look. John runs lots of names and faces through this system.
John waits. Ponders. Enters in different spellings and every possible clue to try and seek you out. With every new search, John begins to lose hope. He might be completely fucked. Completely at a loss.
If this doesnât work, he might not ever see you again. And for some goddamn reason, that bothers him.
He tries one last time, expecting nothing, only for his heart to drop into his stomach,
âThere you are,â he murmurs, leaning forward, gaze sweeping over your passport photo.
Grabbing a piece of paper, John jots down your phone number and current address. He also notes your top place of employment. You might not be there anymore, but that isnât an issue. He has enough.
John shuts off his computer and grabs his coat. Heâll try to reach out first by phone and go from there.
âYou have the wrong number, bud.â
The manâs southern drawl irks John. âYou sure?â
âYeah Iâm fucking sure. Quit calling.â
John frowns as the line goes dead. The number on file isnât recent.
âFuck,â mutters John, running his hand through his hair.
This is getting him nowhere. The only other option is showing up at your home or place of employment, but he canât do that unless heâs on scheduled leave. Thatâs months away.
And each month is fucking agony.
When John finally makes it to your front door, nervousness sets in. This is completely fucking weird. Who the fuck shows up at someoneâs door months after a one-night stand? Him apparently.
But fuck it. Heâs here.
Either he does this and things go great, or things go to shit and he doesnât need to worry about it anymore.
John takes a deep breath, and then pounds on the door. He takes a step back, hands in his pockets as he waits. There is a stretch of silence, and then he hears itâthe turn of a deadbolt.
The door swings open, and there you are, just as beautiful from when he first saw you. At first, your brow scrunches in confusion, and then your eyes widen.
âJohn,â you breathe.
He smiles, and then his gaze drops as your hand moves away from the doorknob to land on your stomach. Your belly is round. Protruding. Youâreâoh shit.
âIs thatââ
âYours?â
Fuck.
John glances up into your eyes and swallows.
You shift on your feet, one hand resting against the doorframe.
âIt is,â you confirm.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon shouldnât. Reallyâitâs fucked up. Wrong.
But he does it anyway because there is no fucking way heâs letting you go even if he has to watch from afar.
Heâs done a lot of things he isnât proud of, and losing you is near the top of the list. Not that he blames you for breaking it off. You had every right. Simon is always gone. Always away. And he rarely thought of you when he came home.
Communication can be a difficult thing for him. He knows this, and yet he couldnât make an effort to do better with you. It wounds him. It does. Like a sharp blade to the gut.
But that is secondary now. Simon has dismissed it.
Sure, youâre not truly his now, but youâll come back to him. Heâll make sure of it.
In the dark, Simon watches. Before him is a slew of screens and all of them show different angles of your home. Simon also has your phone tapped, and in another window, he can lurk through your messages and emails.
Itâs where he first learned you were pregnant.
You know, and havenât told him. Havenât reached out in the slightest. Simon has to see all the results and tests come back via your email. He has to log into your medical portal to access specific things which is goddamn frustrating but he needs to know.
You are fucking pregnant. With his child.
Itâs growing in your belly.
Even through the camera feed, Simon can see the swell of your stomach. He wants to be there, to stand beside you, and rest his hand against it. He wants to feel his son kick. Because you are carrying his son in your belly. Simon saw the results.
Itâs fucking painful watching you like this.
Heâs stayed away for a bit. Not engaging.
But youâve broken it off before, and came back eventually.
Simon just needs an in again. All he has to do is figure it out, and then he can put away these fucking screens and surveillance. He can be by your side and be there when you give birth.
Leaning back in his chair, Simon observes every screen, his palm rubbing against his thigh as he considered his options.
He has to play this right.
He has to.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âDo you think youâll ever find your woman again?â
Johnny grins behind his pint glass. âIf sheâs here,â he replies.
The beer is perfectly cold and goes down easily. Itâs refreshing since itâs so bloody hot outside.
Johnny didnât think heâd ever come back to the little seaside town. He came between missionsâa way to relax and get away for a bit. With only a few hundred residents, it seemed like the perfect place. What he didnât expect was to meet a woman that upended his fatigue and made him glow a little brighter.
He learned your name while exploring a local pub. You were a pretty thing. Caught Johnnyâs eye immediately. With several beers fueling him, Johnny struck up a conversation, and you were receptive to his charmâmelting like butter over fresh toast.
That evening, the two of you jumped from pub to pub, having a bloody good time. It was fucking magical. Afterward, the two of you ventured back to Johnnyâs hotel room. But the two of you didnât have sex. It wasnât until the next morning that Johnny actually fucked you.
Johnny had presented himself, you slid right into his arms. The hotel bed was well-used. There wasnât a moment after that Johnny didnât have his dick inside you. He kept you full and screaming his name for an entire fucking week.
But when that week was up, the two of you parted ways. You gave Johnny your number, and for a couple months, you were consistent in your texts and phone calls. Then it all changed, and you began to contact him less frequently.
Eventually, you didnât talk to Johnny at all.
He was hurt at first. He tried to reach out. But Johnny didnât hear a thingâand he left you to it. Maybe someone else arrived into your life. Johnny can respect that even if he doesnât exactly like it.
It sucked then. And it still pains him a bit now. Johnny liked you when you leftâand if heâs being entirely honest with himselfâhe still fucking likes you.
Maybe youâll be here. Maybe you wonât.
Kyle is with him this time. A guyâs trip. Price isnât one for vacations, and Simon has his own shit going on.
âWe could try that pub again,â suggests Kyle. âSee if sheâs there.â
Johnny shrugs. âMaybe.â
âDid she live here?â asks Kyle.
Johnny nods. âAye. Sure did.â
Kyle bobs his head. âWeâll find her.â
The two of them sit outside a small pub. The air is laced with salt from the ocean, and the sun is out, shining bright. Itâs hot, but itâs a beautiful fucking day.
Johnny hums in agreement, bringing his pint glass back to his lips. For a moment, Johnny glances away from Kyle, looking out across the road where people walk along the pavement. He frowns.
Is that?
No. Canât be.
His focus becomes a tunnel, and all he can see is the woman across the road. Itâs you. There is no doubt. He knows that body, that hair and smile. You havenât changed all that much. Not really.
There is another woman with youâa friend that Johnny met briefly before you and him went off on your own.
But that isnât what has Johnnyâs attention.
Youâve turned, and Johnny can see a swell to your stomach. Your hand cradles it affectionately.
âWhat is it?â asks Kyle, but his voice is distant.
âThatâs her,â murmurs Johnny, his pint glass lowering back to the table.
You donât see him. Youâre chatting with your friend, features animated. The curve in your stomach is fairly large, and a deep twisting in his stomach arises, moving toward his throat.
âOh fuck,â says Johnny as Kyle shifts to look in the direction Johnny is staring.
âIs that?â
âIt fucking is.â
âSheâs fucking pregnant.â
Johnny swallows. âAye.â
He doesnât want to admit it, but itâs likely the fucking truth. The baby is probably his. No wonder you stopped talking to him. Maybe you thought it best to cut off contact when you found out.
But that doesnât sit right with him either. If you had told him, Johnny could have been there for you soonerânot finding out like this.
You throw your head back and laugh, playfully hitting your friendâs arm as she says something funny. When you wipe at your face, clearing tears, your gaze shifts, and all the humor leaves your face.
Youâre staring right at Johnny.
And heâs staring back.
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Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and itâs not who youâd expect. fem, 5kÂ
ditzy-ish reader, pining eddie, mutual pining, confessions, first kisses, fluff and hugging, idiots in love, mild states of undress
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Itâs a day fit for a funeral in Hawkins. Rain hammers his bedroom window like hailstones, plinking against the frame, condensation running down the panes in thick rivulets he soaks up with an old t-shirt.Â
Itâs supposed to be spring time. Green grass, flowers, a gentle humming sun to warm the back of his neck while he sits out on the couch on the porch, a hand-rolled cigarette between his fingers, the tip shimmering with heat.Â
But the rain pours. Heâs cleaned his room for the first time in a month, at least, and his back aches in the best way as he lays down amongst fresh sheets. His room feels strange when itâs organised, but he doesnât mind. He pictures the state of it through a second pair of eyes. This is a boy who cares about things, who takes care of them, who could take care of me, too.Â
Rain again rackets on the metal roof above. He and Wayne keep a couple hundred bucks stashed for the day the roof flies straight off âthey take turns hiding it, because cars break down and groceries get more expensive every year, but god will they need it, and so they safeguard it well.Â
He syphoned a little of the money recently with Wayneâs support. It was for a good cause.Â
âJesus,â Eddie murmurs to himself, not tired but feeling dull as the clouds outside eat the remaining sun.Â
Itâs depressing to be poor, and to lose a day trying to hide the evidence of an entire life in a small room. He could sleep a hundred years.Â
Heâs just finished pulling the sheets over his shoulder when somebody knocks on the front door. Wayne opens it three rooms away, the sound of the rain doubled.Â
He gives a startling shout, âEd! Your girl!âÂ
Eddie topples out of bed. Doesnât mean to, foot caught in the bottom of the sheets and stuck as he scrambles to slide out of the mess. Heâs begged Wayne not to call you that when youâre within earshot, but Wayneâs a mean (kind) old bastard (middle aged dad) who wants Eddie dead (happy, and in love).Â
âCome on in, girl. Youâre soaking.âÂ
âItâs raining.âÂ
âItâs pouring down. Did you walk here?âÂ
âTook my bike. Thought Iâd get struck by lightning in the car.âÂ
âHowâd you figure?âÂ
Eddie goes to grab the door handle and spins on his heel, staggering onto his bed and up against the wall, where a mirrored tray once used by Dio himself for rolling hangs from the wall. He checks his face in the polished surface, his warped mouth and nose, too small eyes, and swears to himself that one day heâll get a real mirror with a fully-functioning reflective surface.Â
Then he hops down off of the bed, causing a reverberation he knows traverses the entirety of the trailer floor. Eddie snatches a rare clean towel from his laundry chair and speeds down the hall.Â
âHello,â he says, more casual than he feels to find you unexpectedly in his house. âYouâre soaked.âÂ
You give a sweet smile. âItâs raining out, did you not know?âÂ
Your hair is dripping, water racing down the curves of your face to collect at your chin. Eddie can see the smudges of your makeup where itâs washing off as he wraps a towel around you, kohl on your cheeks, eyelashes turned to half-diamonds and sticky-looking. You grin at being covered, taking the towel from his fingers before he can dab you dry.Â
âWhy didnât you just call me?ââ
âI can never remember if your phone number ends in three or four.âÂ
âSeven. I wrote it down for you a hundred times.âÂ
You rub your eyes and spread all manner of glitter and shadow over your skin. You wipe your neck and the glitter spreads like an alien rash.Â
When you talk next, you shiver, âI lost it a hundred times, sorry. Is it okay that I'm here?âÂ
Wayne, whoâs been watching with a distinct sense of amusement from the couch, lets out a chesty laugh. âHoney, itâs always okay that youâre here on my account. And itâs my house.âÂ
âItâs fine.â Eddie turns your shoulder so he can mouth over it without being caught. Asshole.Â
Another laugh follows. Eddie would cut each of his fingers from his hand and then his hand from his wrist if it were something Wayne needed him to do, but that doesnât make him any less of an opportunistic asshole. If thereâs a way to fuck with Eddie, he tends to try it. He loves Eddie with all the tenacity of a father who loves his son, but Wayne got infected with little bitch disease or something and Eddie canât cure it.Â
âCan I please wash my face? I didnât expect to get soaked.âÂ
âDidnât you?â He regrets his flippancy quickly, leading you down the hall. âYou could take a shower. What do you think?âÂ
Youâve never showered here, but Eddieâs trying to, you know, date you. Romance you, get to cherish you, however anyone wants to say it. And itâs not a war of attrition, just a natural escalation of sharing, or a minimising of boundaries.Â
No, thatâs pervy, isnât it?Â
âI meanââ He starts to correct himself.Â
You interrupt with your answer, âYes, please, do you think I could? But I donât have anything to wear.â
âI have your purple hoodie in my room, and thereâs gotta be a pair of sweatpants here that fit you,â he says.Â
Theyâve got a whole bunch of clothes here that floated in from somewhere else, Eddieâs other friends or stuff theyâve bought by mistake. Heâs sure he can find something.
âYou have my hoodie?â you ask, black kohl spreading across the towel as you wipe your cheek.Â
Eddie only smelled it one time. When heâd realised you left it in his van he brought it in and folded it, waiting for the next time heâd see you to give it back, but that night heâd been getting out of the shower wondering if he could call you or if that was too soon, and your hoodie had been right there. So he stood there in his pyjama pants with his wet hair and he didnât think about picking your hoodie up, he just did, and when he pressed it to his face it still smelled of your perfume.Â
He put it back and felt like a loser for days.
âItâs in my closet, you left it in the van Monday,â he explains quickly, nudging you through the doorway of the bathroom.Â
The Munson bathroom is teeny tiny but not unnavigable. Thereâs a shower pressed to the far wall that could squeeze in two people, their toilet to the right, a sink basin opposite that with a medicine cabinet and just enough room for a dirty laundry box thatâs always, always full.Â
Eddie opens the shower and turns it on. âIt takes a while to get really hot but then itâs not hot for long, sorry. Thereâs my shampoo if you want it, and soap, and body wash. Sorry, none of it is super girly.âÂ
âSorry sorry,â you say, pretending to hit him in the stomach. âWhatâs with all the sorries, handsome? I canât wait to smell like a boy.âÂ
The way you say it. Eddie doesnât know what it is, but itâs why heâs crazy about you.Â
Probably shouldnât tell you that as you're taking off your jacket, though.Â
âIâll be right back,â he says.Â
Eddie heads out of the bathroom to their skinny linen cabinet hidden in the hallway. He grabs the last two towels from the middle shelf and takes pause, fabric starchy in his hands. Just be normal, he thinks, a pep talk from Eddie to Eddie. She hangs out with you all the time for a reason. She held your hand at the movies.Â
Eddieâs in better spirits when he remembers that. Your hand in his, your ring pushing his ring further down his finger, your cheek touching his shoulder as youâd leaned in and asked if he wanted some of your popcorn.Â
He opens the door without thinking, shower pattering against the perspex wall, your legs crossing tightly as he enters, turning yourself away from him.
âWoah!â you say, laughing.
âHoly crap.â The image of your red underwear immediately stamps itself into his mind as he pulls the door shut between you. They were really cute, red and white gingham, showcasing just the slightest curve of yourâ âI told you I was coming back!âÂ
âI thought youâd knock!â you laugh. âSorry I flashed you. At least I had my shirt on.âÂ
At least, he thinks wryly, shoving his arm through the gap in the door, heavy towels pulling at his fingers. His headâs about to snap off, it's turned so far away from the doorâs opening. âHere.âÂ
âIf you wanna see me naked so bad you can just ask,â you tease.Â
âTake the towels, loser.âÂ
You take the towels and he closes the door, preventing any more accidental creeping, and giving himself a reprieve. Gingham underwear. Wavy lettuce edgings kissing your skin.Â
Holy fuck. Being a person is so lame, Eddie thinks. He wants to have a crush on you purely, and yet seeing the way youâd crossed your legs to hide from him, smiling, he canât not think about kissing you âtouching you. If he doesnât get you laid out in his bed soon for some slow kissing heâs not gonna make it.
Eddie opens the strip vent above his window and prays it doesnât flood his whole room. Clean, it doesnât look half bad, he could bring you in here respectfully, you could stay the night without fearing for your life.Â
You take a quick shower. Heâs barely gotten over his nerves when youâre walking into his room, a towel around you, not a hint of shyness about you.Â
âYou didnât bring me anything to wear,â you explain.Â
Eddie just stares at you.Â
âEddie?â You wrap the towel tighter. âCome on, youâre staring at me.â
âSorry.â His mouth is bone dry.Â
âYou have my hoodie, right? Just need some pants.â You cross your arm tightly across your chest. âI donât usually notice when people are staring at me.â
âYou arenât usually naked in my room,â he says, genuinely and embarrassingly apologetic.Â
âIâm not naked. Come on, please? Do I have to wait outside the door?â you ask with a laugh.Â
Eddie stands up. Shakes his head hard, almost trips over himself trying to get to his dresser. He decides honesty will be best at this point, lest you think he has only one thing on his mind, âListen, Iâm sorry. Iâm just in my head about something and I wasnât expecting you to come out like that. Itâs not right. Youâre just⌠youâre really pretty.âÂ
âThank you.â He canât see you, sorting quickly through his middle drawer and all his miscellaneous pants for a pair heâs sure would fit, if he could just remember where it was. âWhat are you in your head about?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âEddie, are you okay?âÂ
âNo, no,â he moans, rubbing his face with his hand, ring scratching the bridge of his nose, âIâm not okay, princess, Iâm overheating or something, Jesus Christ.â He finally lays eyes on the sweatpants heâd been thinking of, grabs your hoodie from the top shelf and drops them both at the end of the bed. âIâll give you some privacy.âÂ
âI donât have any underwear.âÂ
âAnd thatâs something I canât fix,â he says, leaving the room in a hurry.Â
Eddie gets to the living room and keels over. His hair falls in his face, his shirt slides down his back. What the fuck is wrong with him?Â
Wayne, sliding his shoes on in the recliner, gives a start. âWhatâs wrong?â
Eddie lifts his head, yanking hair from his face, the skin of his under eyes pulled down harshly. âOh my god.â
Wayne wrinkles his nose.Â
âNo ones ever been such a pathetic excuse for a man before,â Eddie says.Â
âYour dadâs in jail,â Wayne points out. âAnd not for the impressive stuff.â
âIâm pathetic.âÂ
âYouâre fine. Youâre not supposed to be not pathetic, youâre twenty.âÂ
âIâm twenty one.âÂ
âThe extra year doesnât mean much. I know you think youâre all grown up, but youâre still an idiot.âÂ
Wayne stands and shrugs on the jacket laying over the armrest.Â
âWait, where are you going?âÂ
âI thought you were definitely gonna ask her?â Wayne asks knowingly. Thatâs what Eddie told him, after all. âNext time I see her, Wayne, Iâm asking her to go steady.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head. âYou canât leave.âÂ
âEddie.â Wayne gestures for Eddie to stop slouching like some fiend from a bad horror. âListen. I get that youâve always been sort of⌠behind everyone, but that doesnât mean you canât do it. She likes you. She biked here in a hurricane.â
âWhat if she says no?â he asks.Â
Truthfully, Eddieâs more scared of you saying yes.Â
Wayne shrugs. âGirl like thatâll still be your friend after. Itâll be fine, okay? Do you need a hug before I go?âÂ
âNo.â Eddie rubs his eyes some more, sore now from being touched. âMaybe.âÂ
Wayne crosses the room to give his shoulder a squeeze. âIt will be fine. Youâre great with rejection, Eds, but I have a good feeling about this one.âÂ
Eddie felt better about it, before he embarrassed himself staring at you. But Wayneâs right, even if Eddieâs read things wrong between you, heâs sure youâll still want to be his friend. You and Eddie are the same kind of weird, though heâs more angry where youâre carefree. If everything goes wrong, youâll probably just give an unnecessary apology and offer to braid his hair. Which will be torture, but Eddieâll still say yes.
Wayne calls goodbye, and you shout, âBye, Mr. Munson!â to which Wayne wiggles his eyebrows.Â
âGet lost,â Eddie says.Â
âGo make her a drink. Iâll see you later.âÂ
Thatâs not a bad idea. Eddie makes you a mix of orange and grapefruit juice with a couple of ice cubes and a plastic straw, your reaction predicted and then proved.Â
âItâs a cocktail,â you say, pleased, sitting on the side of his bed.Â
âItâs not a cocktail, just juice.âÂ
âCan I have some socks, please, Eddie?âÂ
Eddie passes you your drink, fingertips brushing. âYeah. Anything else?â He pretends to be exhausted as he trudges back over to his dresser.Â
You laugh and sip your drink. âNo, I think youâre treating me quite well.âÂ
Eddie grabs a random pair and finally gets to sit down beside you, the dresser drawer left out, a spare sock fallen to the floor. You shuffle back into his pillows, propping your juice on his side table, and holding your hands out for the socks. Again, your fingertips touch his as he passes them to you. You seem to enjoy it, a smile lighting your face as you pull your knees up to put the socks on.Â
âThank you for waiting on me,â you say quietly. Not shyly, just quiet.Â
âYouâre welcome. Came all this way to see me, didnât you?â He gives you a shove. You shuffle back further. âIn the pouring rain.âÂ
âIt felt important at the time.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You get the socks on and donât care about them once they're past your heels. Eddie does the honour of smoothing out the bands so that the elastic wonât dig into your skin, and when heâs done he can feel you looking at him heavily. Youâre not one for continued eye contact, but you smile like you were waiting for it all day, like itâs a relief to see him.Â
âBad weather,â you say, slouching down. âI think Iâm still wet on the inside.âÂ
âGross,â Eddie says, pushing you over bodily to sit beside you. This isnât new, he doesnât need any nerves, and heâs grateful when they donât come. âHere, Iâll pull the blanket over you.âÂ
âCanât move,â you say, leaning back against the pillows.
Eddie stretches his legs out. You keep yours up, but you turn to his side, and before he can really make any sense of you, youâre dropping your face into his shoulder.Â
âAre you still cold?â he asks, searching for the truth in your strange comment.Â
You nod into his shoulder. âIâm freezing. The shower didnât get very hot.âÂ
âSorry,â he says, letting his cheek rest on your head.Â
You lift your chin as he does it, his lashes pressed to your forehead, the two of you stuck together like two warped jigsaw pieces. You probably werenât made to be together, but you make a nice picture, and you fit snugly now. Thatâs what Eddie thinks.Â
This is the sort of moment that makes Eddie wanna ask you out. Maybe youâre just the best friend heâs ever had, but something about this closeness feels different. You wrap your arm around his stomach in a hug and he knows this is different.Â
âItâs okay,â you say finally, sighing as you shift downward into his side, getting comfortable.Â
âPlease donât bike here in the rain. Itâs, like, torrential. You could actually get sick.âÂ
You feel warm where your body presses against his, but Eddie doubts thatâll make a difference if the cold already made you sick. The bike ride from your place to his isn't short. He covers your arm with his and tries to be your space heater, cheek sliding over your forehead.Â
âEddieâŚâ You hug him with tenderness. Eddieâs reluctant to say cuddle, but itâs close. âThis might be a surprise to you, but I think itâs worth the rain and the cold to see you. Especially when you do this.âÂ
âWhat am I doing?âÂ
âYouâre rubbing my arm.âÂ
He hadnât noticed his hand caressing up and down your arm where it rests on his stomach.Â
âYou make me feel amazing,â you say, dropping your face into his chest.Â
Thatâs his last straw. Eddie gets both arms around you and cuddles you (itâs a cuddle, okay! heâs a loser!) to him, arms tight but not cruel. All this fuss and youâre finally laying on top of him. He decides he wonât ask you after all. Heâs not that brave, and he doesnât want this to end.Â
Your legs fall onto him. You relax completely. Even after you shower he can smell your perfume.Â
âYou smell nice,â he murmurs.Â
âItâs on my hoodie,â you murmur back.Â
Right. Eddie should remember.Â
âYou make everything smell like you.â Even his van keeps your scent most days.Â
âToo much?âÂ
âThe right amount,â he says firmly.Â
You lay on his chest for a while, just breathing. Eddie rubs your back, tells himself he will ask, actually, because he canât imagine not getting to do this again. You might even stay over. He could live hours of this. He didnât know having you lay on him could make him feel like this.Â
He canât believe youâve never done it before.Â
Rain pounds the window. Condensation drips down onto the sill. You let your legs stretch out flat and then manoeuvre to be laying half atop him, hoodie riding up your back.Â
âAny warmer now?â he asks.
âYeah, youâre warming me up.â You lavish in his arms for a moment, and then lift your face. âOh, this is a bad angle.âÂ
âFor me or you?âÂ
âFor me, duh.âÂ
Eddie doesnât think you could have a bad angle. He rubs at your upper arm as you start to shift. âYou know, your bike has just as big a chance of getting hit by lightning as your car does. More, probably.âÂ
âYou think so?âÂ
âItâs physics. So, please donât do it again.âÂ
You hum. âHm, should I risk getting struck by lightning, or spend the evening without you?â you murmur, your arm moving, moving slowly, your hand resting gently on the column of his neck. Thereâs something ironic in your voice, wry, but your eyes are warm. Heâs paralysed. No one has ever spoken to him like you. âI think Iâd rather get struck by lightning.âÂ
You stare at one another. He laughs. You join in, your thumb a pressure at his neck, and when you move up his chest to lean in, he isnât expecting it.Â
âWeâre very close together,â you whisper.Â
âSuper close,â he whispers back.Â
ââŚEddie, can I ask you something?â Your eyes slip shut, your lips so close that something in him aches, just enough wit about him to cup your shoulders in his forearm.Â
âYeah.âÂ
He doesnât sound half as calm as you do.Â
âWould you⌠Do you think we could be official? Would you want that?â You tilt your head to the side. âIs that stupid?âÂ
âOfficial?â he asks, panicked, his eyes squeezed shut hard enough for a moment that they ache.
âLike, youâd be my boyfriend. Iâd be your girlfriend. Weâd be close like this all the time.âÂ
Eddie panics so hard he just says the first thing that comes into his head, âLike, weâd kiss?âÂ
âI hope so,â you say, your nose pressing against his, the tip to the side of his, and then against his nostril. The heat of your breath is hard to ignore. âWhat do you think?âÂ
What does Eddie think about it?Â
He catches your lips in a slow kiss. Achingly slow, not even sure itâs a kiss until you reciprocate, and your fingers dig behind his neck to tease his hair. Your lips part against his, the heat of your tongue sudden and undeniable âEddie didnât know you had it in you. He squeezes you to him, attempting to crane his neck downward, reliant on your enthusiasm as you move up, as you use his neck to pull yourself closer.Â
Your noses crush together, and it actually hurts. âSorry,â he says, easing you back, âyou okay?âÂ
ââNother kiss,â you say hopefully, distractedly.Â
He canât not give it to you.Â
Your hand spreads flat against his chest and you kiss, you kiss, long and slow movements against him before turning your head to take it again. Eddie doesnât always know what to do with himself, but he knows kissing, no matter what anybody might think about him, and he takes the lead.Â
His hand screws into a fist against your hoodie, the slip of your back further exposed as you shiver into his mouth, a sound you shouldnât make sweet on his tongue.Â
You pull away, breath on his lips. âWanted you to kiss me for so long,â you murmur.Â
Eddie knows youâre not saying it to flirt, and that makes it worse.Â
âI shouldâve kissed you a long time ago,â he says roughly.Â
âYou wanted to?âÂ
âYeah. Yeah, so much, Iâm a loser about youââ
âIâm always a loser,â you interrupt, âbut especially about you.âÂ
You scratch your fingers through his hair, encouraging his head down for another kiss. This one rougher but not rough, his arm slips finally behind your head where heâd needed it to be, hooking you in his elbow to keep you in one place. To kiss you soundly, without interruption. Your almost feverish ebbing inward is a dream, your nose rubbing up against his is a fantasy.Â
His heart hammers and hammers at his ribs.Â
You pull away to let him breathe. âYouâre very excited,â you tease lightly.Â
Eddie kisses you, breathless. He kisses you so much heâs surprised you allow it, but your thumb rubs his cheek, and he knows heâd been right all along. You want him like he wants you, with startling, mildly pathetic urgency.Â
He feels like a fucking prince. Girl of his dreams in his lap, everything he wants, and he didnât even have to ask.Â
â
Eddie spends a week in bliss. Youâre suddenly everywhere, all the time, attached to his hip or some other part of him, and he forgets for seven whole days that he bought you a ring.Â
The rain dries up, the Munson emergency fund lives to die another day, and he remembers the ring only minutes before youâre knocking at his door.Â
He trips over himself trying to answer it before Wayne, whoâs taken to being as painfully embarrassing as is possible for one human being, can get it for him.Â
âOne day youâre gonna eat shit and break your nose,â Wayne says.Â
Eddie yanks open the door. âYeah, thanks. Hey, beautiful, whatâs with the sunglasses?âÂ
You slide them down your nose. Youâre a vision on his front step, not that youâd ever notice your own intrigue. âThe sunglasses?â you ask, tucking them away. âWhat do you think theyâre for? Three guesses.âÂ
He grabs your waist, leaning down out of the doorway so as to save Wayne the agony. âThatâs smart,â he says, kissing you quickly in hello. âYouâre funny. Need anything before we go?âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay. Hi, Mr. Munson!â you add.
âHey, honey! How are you?â Wayne calls.
You look up into Eddieâs face with an obvious delight. âIâve never been better.âÂ
Eddie grins back.Â
He waves a quick goodbye to Wayne and then heâs out the door. You grab his wrist and practically dance him to the car, where you offer your keys, and he deigns to drive. From there itâs smooth sailing, familiarity with a better twist, Eddie driving with the windows down and your hands twined on your thigh. Things havenât changed much since you asked him to go steady, thereâs just a whole lot more of this. Touching, kissing, no weird guilt about staring.Â
As it turns out, youâre as eager to be laid out in his bed as he is to lay you out. Heâs never wanted to kiss you more, and now heâs allowed.Â
âEyes on the road.âÂ
He leans over to kiss your cheek. The sun has warmed your skin, and his kiss makes you smile. You look pretty no matter the weather.Â
âBefore we get there, I have something to give you.â He takes his hand from yours to slide the box from his pocket. He holds it up. âBut you can only have it if you swear youâll call me tonight before bed. No excuses. You know exactly what number to call.âÂ
âEnds with a three,â you say, nodding.Â
He sighs. âNo, it does not.âÂ
âIâm kidding! Two one nine seven, I have now committed it to memory.âÂ
Eddie pays attention to the road, though itâs clear and long heading out of the trailer park and into town. âThat deserves a gift.âÂ
Youâre back in your glitters today, a skirt to enjoy the fine weather, a button shirt with a cute triangle collar, youâre lovely as ever, if a tad much for some. Not Eddie. He loves the dark clothes, the tinkling bracelets, the fun way you smile like everything he says is a secret between him and you. People stare wherever you and Eddie go, but as long your arm is sewn through his he couldnât care less.Â
âA gift,â you say, smiling in your way, and taking the box politely. âI donât think I deserve it for just remembering your number.âÂ
âYou deserved it for less. Itâs not much. You can pay me back in three or four amazing kisses. Right here.â He points to the tight juncture beneath his jaw.Â
You attempt to lean over and kiss him immediately. He pushes you back, laughing, worsened by your own breathless laughter as you steal one exactly where heâd tapped.Â
You settle back down, Eddieâs hand dropping kindly to your knee. âI wonder what it is,â you say.Â
âThen open it.âÂ
âI am!â You pop the box open, itâs springing hinge snapping into place. âOh, woah. Woah. Where did you get this?âÂ
Itâs a slim ring, with a weirdly shaped band of quality metal around some cheaper but not totally worthless gemstones, of which there are three different colours: a topaz orange, a lime green, and a pinky-red ruby colour centre stage. They have nice cuts. Itâs strange as you are, and he knew when he saw it youâd have to have it.Â
âIf I put it on my marriage finger, are we engaged?â you tease.Â
âThat one would be way heavier,â he says, giving you a squeeze.Â
You slide it onto your middle finger and hold your hand up in the sunshine. It fits in with your other ring nicely, though it is, to Eddieâs pride, far prettier.Â
He has half a mind to pull over and kiss each knuckle, but heâs trying to be less dramatic about you. Itâs not working.Â
âThank you, Eddie. I love it.âÂ
âBest boyfriend ever?â he asks hopefully.Â
To his mild fear but better pleasure, you climb up onto the console to press three quick kisses to his cheek and jaw, your hand under his ear holding him in tender place. âBest boyfriend ever. Even if you stare too much.âÂ
âHow am I supposed to not?â he asks, with more weight than heâs intended.Â
You speak matter of factly for the first time in your life. âI am going to cause an accident,â you promise, attempting to kiss his nose. âA bad one.âÂ
âSit down, please.â He lets you kiss his nose, and then jabs you in the side. âSit down, oh my god! Thatâs not funny, youâre so pretty I will total your car.âÂ
âNow whoâs not funny?âÂ
You both laugh at the same time, the unfiltered, un-cute cackling of two idiots with the same sense of humour, and the same wealth of ridiculous honeymoon love.Â
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katsukis kisses
2nd time writing in a whileâŚ.long while so please bare with me!
â*â˘ĚŠĚŠÍâąâ˘â˘â˘â˘âŠâ˘â˘â˘â˘ĚŠĚŠÍâ°â˘*â
â what are you looking at? â you looked up from scrolling on your phone to see your boyfriend staring at you. â nothingâ. short and blunt just how he always talks, heâs been at this for a while now. itâs only been what a month and a half? and these past two weeks he has been acting VERY strange.
â hurry up so i can walk you to your room, itâs time for bed â. just like that he turns around and starts walking. you quickly follow him. walking in silence to your dorm you canât help but feel awkward â something is definitely off â you say to yourself.
â night kit kat! â â i told you to quit calling me thatâ you playfully pout at him and go in for a hug â ugh so rude â he scoffs and you and you notice him holding you a little tighter then usual. you go to separate yourself and say â goodnight kats â. just as youâre about to close your door he pushes it right back open â huh?â â you forgot something â you look at him confused. â i have my phone, blanket, dorm keys, what else am i-â your thoughts are quickly cut off by bakugou voice mumbling a â nothing â and â gânightâ.
Thursday
â heyy bakugou howâs it going? â â Hah? whatâs it to you dunce face? â â wow snappy today whatâs up â bakugou gives him a glare and turns him away â I KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH HIM!â mina shouts and she runs towards to kitchen â damn do you extras always have to be so loud all the damn time? and nothing is wrong with me raccoon eyes â â yep something is definitely wrong either him â sero pipes in. â mina whatâs up â kirishima adds in. now all four boys a circling mina awaiting for a answer. â itâs becauseâŚ..y/n hasnât kissed him yet..â all three boys pause for what seems like forever â WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING!!! â bakugou screams while whipping his head around looking like heâs ready to kill.
All three boys bust out laughing. â who knew bakugou couldnât grow the balls to kiss his girl friend! â â all it took is a kiss to get the great bakugou katsukis balls twistedâ â awww does poor little baby bakugou want a kiss from me to make him feel better â. comment were thrown around the 3 boys all directed at bakugou. â DAMN YOU DUNCE FACE â he said as he tackled kaminari to the ground â you want a peace of me? iâll kill you â â sorry man, i mean if youâre offering sure butâŚâ kaminari holds back a laughing but fails â i donât think y/n will â.
bakugou growls and throws his hand back activating his quirk while sero and kirishima start crying untill â good mornin- kugo? what are are doing??â at the sound of ur voice bakugou immediately stops his quirk and looks up at you, kaminari quickly crawls out from under bakugou to your feet â y/n helpâ he said while clutching onto your leg.
â you bastard GET OFF MY GIRL- girlfriendâ at the mention of your new name you herd his tone soften but still be as sharp as ever. â suki whatâs going on? â you say as you help kaminari up â nothin â. you walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder. you see his eyes travel to the hand on his shoulder to your eyes and then fall down but quickly come up to your eyes. â katsukisâŚwhy do you keep looking-â â nothings wrong hurry up class will start soon â and just like that he turns around and walks away.
After watching this whole interaction the 3 boys and mina look at you and you silently ask â do you know anythingâ. Sero finally speaks up and says â bakugos got his panties in a twist because you wonât put him out of his miseryâ giving him a shocked look you look back at bakugou who is now half turnend around looking angry â tape face i swear if you- â â OH MY GOSH y/n bakugou wants you to kiss him sooooo badly â the room is silent after that.
Sero and kaminari quickly run out of the dorm rooms to school to escape bakugou wrath, mina and kirishima slowly back out of the kitchen, now itâs just you and bakugou.
you turn to look again him butâŚhis angry expression is now replaced with and embarrassed scowlâŚâ katsuki.. is that true? is that why youâve been so moody lately?â you say as you walk up to him but before you can get another word out he turns and leaves you there.
â good morning y/n â you turn to the voiceâ hey todorokiâ âŚ
The whole day bakugou been ignoring you. when ever you tried to talk to him he just walked away. turn training him and iida got pared up againist kaminari and seroâŚyeah you prayed for them. but while watching them fight you walked over to kirishima to ask him about the whole situation â well you know bakugou heâs not one to talk about his feelings so i never heard of this until this morning, but i did remember him me mentioning that you to havenât..you know â â wow youâre making it seem like weâre doing somethingâŚinappropriateâ he laughs at this.
â well if you do end up talking to him today give him a kiss⌠and tell him itâs from kaminari â you both laugh at this â will do.
Its currently 7:15 pm but bakugou is no where to be found. â maybe in his dorm?â you think to yourself. knocking on his dorm you hear no answer â katsuki?? are you there â you hear a slight shuffle â if i donât here a answer iâm coming in and farting in your roomâ
â what do you want â he says as he opens the door. â woowww how romantic thatâs what every girl wants to hear from her boyfriend â â you just threatened to fart in my room and sorry i donât want my room to spell like your crappy farts â you pout at him and say â at this rate youâll never get your kiss.â and now thereâs a door slammed in your face. welp youâre going in.
You open the door to see him seated on his bed â i did not say you could come inâ. you ignore him and sit next to him. â you know you couldâve just told meâ silence â donât ignore me â silence â katsuki â silnce â âŚ.katsukiiii~~â you say one final time as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. â get off me women â he says but makes no effort to move you â hmmm no â you say as you kiss him on the cheek. his eyes go wide and then fall back into in resting-angry face.
He turns his head towards you and tryâs to state â if you gonna tease me about this the-â heâs cut off my your hand grabbing his shirt down to you and your lips on his. short and sweet. â what the hellâŚâ â you know i was waiting for you to kiss me first but i guess this proves that i wear the pants in the relationship â
you didnât think you were going to get away with that last comment but to your suprise bakugou pushes you away and lays down on the bed and closes his eyes. â thatâs not fair i wasnât ready. â he says as he pulls you down to on him. you smile against him â you smell good â. he hums in response. he asks you a question trying to stray away from the topic but thereâs a promise you have to uphold.
you lick you lips alot..like alot and as bakugou calls your name you suddenly sit up grab his face and pull him towards you. at first he leans into it but notices how wet your lips are and knows he didnât do that. â y/n what the hellâ he says as he pushes you off him. â what? that was kaminari kiss to you â you see his face shift to confused to shocked to angry.
â DUNCE FACE IM GOING TO KILL YOU â
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SKZ!Reactions: It Was All a Bet II (Hyung Line)
Part 1 Maknae Line Masterlist
A/N: I put this out as like a little birthday present for myself lol but yeah, i hope you guys enjoy. a lot of you have requested this and have been waiting on the edge of your seat for this so here it is. i hope it lives up to you guys expectations.
Chan:
A series of rapid knocks slammed against your door; you roll your eyes from your position on the couch not moving a single inch to open the door. Turning up the volume on your t.v you hear your phone ring, seeing Chanâs contact name on your screen you snort to yourself. Another round of knockâs bang against your door. âY/N, I know youâre home! Please just talk to me!â Chan pleads on the other side of the door. You shake your head to yourself, continuing to ignore him. You turn the volume up on your t.v. again drowning Chan out as you try to ignore the ache in your chest. The betrayal you felt beyond measure as you remember the way he laughed as he jeered at his friends about his win almost being guaranteed. How could he? You thought he loved you. You believed him every time he kissed you and held you close. The nights you spent wrapped in each otherâs arms felt real, you couldnât describe the pain you felt as he uttered those devastating words. It had been 4 days since you heard it, you couldnât handle opening that door and seeing him after he took your heart and smashed it to a million pieces. You sniffle as you wipe a stray tear flowing down your cheek.
âNoâŚDonât cry over himâŚyouâre not some weak heroineâŚ.â You tell yourself as the calls and knocks come to a stop. The sound of your door opening makes you jump in a panic, your eyes widen as you turn to see Chan entering your apartment. You shake your head as he slowly enters, his head hung low as he closes the door behind him. His eyes meet yours and you notice all the tension in him leave his body he reaches toward you, a desperate look on his face as he strides across the room toward you. âBabe--No.â you cut him off monotonously as you look away from him.
âGet out.â You demand.
A look of horror spreads across his features as he stares at you. A painfilled gasp is released from his throat âY-You wont even let me explain?â His voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. âThereâs nothing to explainâŚ. everything we had was based on a lieâ You counter coldly. He shakes his head as he steps toward you, his heart cracking as you take a step back âN-No..you really misunderstood. PleaseâŚ. please let me explainâŚl-letâs just sit, a-and talk. I promise its not what you thinkâ You shake your head. âIt doesnât matterâŚ. âI asked you out before the bet was madeâ He cuts you off desperately. âI-Im an ass for making the bet but, I never asked you out because of a bet I promise you that.â He continues nervously. Your head whips toward him, your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he explains âThe bet was about the length of our relationship. I swear. Im not saying I was right to make the bet, but the guys kept saying that we wouldnât last three months. My schedule is hectic and unpredictable so they kept saying that youâd feel forgotten about and that we wouldnât even be able to make three months. So, I just made the bet and yes, I was stupid, but I love you. You know that I love you and I would never do something so terrible. I made a mistake a huge mistake, but I promise you that I love you and I wonât let my mistake ruin what we haveâŚâ He states as his right hand caresses your cheek as his left encases your waist pulling you into his lean frame, you turn your face away from his as he leans in closer to you.
âHow long did you give us then?â
âWhat?â
âHow long did you bet weâd be together?â
Chan smirks at you flirtatiously as he leans in close to your face brushing his lips over yours âI tried to say for the rest of our lives, but Minho talked me down to a yearâ You blush as he presses his lips against yours softly. âIâm so sorry, I was an ass, and I was so wrong but pleaseâŚ. donât break up with me, okay? I felt like I couldnât breathe when I felt like I was losing you. I love youâ He pouts as he pulls you into his chest his arms wrapping around you firmly. âYouâre still on thin iceâŚ. but I love you tooâ You scold as out look up at him, pecking his lips softly.
Minho:
You stared out the window watching Minho pace in front of your job for the nth time while he contemplated coming inside. You watch him as he lifts his phone from his side as he begins to type out a message before deciding not to and running his hand through his hair. Your heart ached for him as you noticed the distressed look on his face, but you were much too frustrated with him to have sympathy for him. With a heavy annoyed sigh, you make your way from behind the counter and stride toward your ex. Pushing the front door open you glare at him âAt this point, this could be considered stalkingâŚ.â You scold. Minhoâs head perks up as his movementâs halts, the moment he notices you he rushes toward you; his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against him his legs giving way as he holds onto your waist. His body trembles as you feel your shirt growing wet as loud desperate sobs erupt through his chest as he buries his face in your shirt. âIm sorry, donât break up with me. Im so sorryâ He pleads. You try to shove him off softly.
âNo! Please! Im sorry! Im so sorry pleaseâ
âLee Minho, get ahold of yourself.â
 He shakes his head, âNo. ill beg and plead and do anything I have to so that you can forgive me, and we can be together. Iâll explain, youâll be mad for a while butâbutâŚâ He stares up at you with a pleading pitiful look ââŚwe can figure it out. We can talk about this; we can work this out. I can fix this; Iâll do anything to fix this s-so please donât break up with me. Please at least give me a chance to fix thisâŚ. I need one chanceâ You stare at him in disbelief âWhy so you can finish your year?â A look of heartbreak forms on his features. âI donât care about thatâŚY/NâŚh-how could you say that? How could you ask me that?â His voice cracks, as more tears form in his eyes as he stares down at his lap. âY-You must think Iâm this disgusting person nowâŚ. Fuck!â he cries. âMinho, this is my job. This isnât the place for this.â
âWhere else could I do this? You refused to see me this past week. You wonât answer my callsâyou donât have time for this. Where did you suddenly pull all this free time out your ass? Move on Minho. I found out about your bet to date meâ You cut him off harshly. He finally brings himself to his feet, his hands encasing your shoulders. âDoes that matter? Like truly?â He asks âWhy does it matter? We are together, we care about each other, it doesnât change the things weâve been through this year. So why does it matter how we started?â
âBecause its all a lie!â
âI have never lied to you!â
âOur entire relationship is a lie!â
Minho freezes as he stares at you with a painful expression âY-You donât believe that I care about you? Y/NâŚ. Iâyou said I was tolerable, and that this year was a breeze because of itâ You cut him off. He winces at the mention of his message. âI-I said the wrong thing. T-the guys would know what I meant. I didnât mean to send you that message, and when I realized I didâŚ. Y/N I promise you I never wanted you to find out this way. I was going to tell you, in person and beg you to understand and forgive me. But my feelings for you are real. I love you and I care about you, and this is fucking breaking me right now. so please, j-just give me another chance to show you that you mean more than anything else in this world to me.â You stand there for a moment as you contemplate, you notice your boss staring at you with a disapproving look from inside. You give a sigh, âThis really isnât the timeâŚ. I get out at 8. We can do dinner or something and talk I guessâ you state. Minhoâs eyes light up as he nods enthusiastically pressing his lips to your cheek. âT-thank youâŚYou wont regret this.â
Changbin:
âDo you not know how to read or something?â You growl as Changbin stood in your private studio. Changbin stared at you with a pout on his lips. âItâs been two weeks Y/NâŚâ You shrug âWish it had been longerâ You state as you shove past him and sit at your desk. âHow much longer are you going to punish me? I already apologized. Iâve been calling, texting you. What can I do to get you to talk to me again?â He whimpers as he stares at you sadly. âI donât want to talk to you. Its that simple, Seo Sunbae-nim.â You state professionally. A look of horror and disbelief paint Changbinâs expression âDonâtâDonât do that⌠donât put distance between us like that.â He pleads. You shake your head âIf youâre not here to discuss your next project Iâd suggest you leaveâ You state as you focus on your computer.
âI-Im not leaving. Not until we talk about this.â
âOomph, seems like youâre going to be moving in here. How funâŚ.â
âWhy are you being like this? Why canât we just talk about this? I already said Iâm sorryâyeah, right before you begged me to pretend, I donât know about the bet so you could win.â You cut him off with a look of disgust on your face. Changbin freezes in his place as he stares at the ground as guilt fills his stomach. âThat wasnât the reasonâŚ. I know that I said I needed the money and that it would be doing me a favor but, I was panicking, and I just said whatever came to my mind that I thought would get you to stay with me.â He confesses nervously. âWell, thatâs just stupidâŚâ You state as you continue to stare at the computer pulling up a file for a new rookie group youâve been working with. âIf thatâs all, can you leave? Im going to be having a session soon.â You state monotonously. Changbinâs eyes well up with tears as he turns your chair around, dropping to his knees he stares up at you with pleading eyes. âPlease, please forgive me. I was wrong to make a bet to date you. I would never do anything that terrible again, I would never betray your trust again. Iâm so sorry and I really regret making the bet, but I donât regret dating you. The only good thing to come out of something this stupid is our relationship and how you make me feel. I will do anything to make this better, I can give you time, I can give you space so you can be mad at me all you need. If you want to curse at me in the middle of the night because of the pain Iâve caused you, Iâll answer the call every time. Iâll be your friend if thatâs what you want for now, but I need to know that I will have a chance one day to fix this. I can do that; I will do that. I care about you, and yes, this relationship started without me truly feeling for you the way you did for me, but it is the same now. we love each other and I know I can fix this, please give me a chance to. Please, I can be betterâI will be better for you. Im so sorryâ He begs, a heartbroken expression painted on his features as tears stream down his face. His voice cracked as he spoke, causing the walls you placed around the section of your heart that was filled with Changbin to come crashing down. You stare at him feeling a pitiful guilt at the pain you caused to the man you love.
âB-BinnieâŚâ You whisper naturally. His head perks up as he stares at you hopefully. His hand caresses your cheek. âYou donât understand how sorry I amâ he whispers as he leans in slowly, and hesitant. âSorry canât fix thisâŚ:
âNo, but I canât force you to forgive me and just say yes to staying together when I hurt you. I need you to know how terrible I feel, and I want to turn back time, so I didnât make the stupid bet.â
âWe would have never been together if you didnât...â You state, Changbin shakes his head in denial âNo, we are meant to be together. Even if you donât forgive me nowâŚ. Iâll wait for you because thereâs no one else meant for me. Even if I didnât make that stupid bet, we would have ended up together eventually. Youâre meant for me, and Iâm meant for youâŚ.â
Hyunjin:
You roll your eyes, unamused as you exit your apartment and see Hyunjin standing on your porch as you make your way to your classes. He smiles at you brightly âHey Babeâ choosing to ignore him you brush past him, a monotonous look on your face as you make your way to your car. You resist the urge to look back and see his reaction. HA! Take that âMale Leadâ You snort to yourself mentally. Unlocking your car your eyes widen when Hyunjin pulls open the passenger door and takes a seat before you could enter the car. âThe audacityâŚâ You whisper under your breath. With a sigh, you open the back door pulling out your bag and opting to walk to the university instead. Shrugging the bag over your shoulder you begin making your way down your driveway. âY/N, Are you serious right now?â Hyunjin groans in annoyance as he exits the car closing the passenger door behind him before he walks around the car pressing the lock button before closing the door. You continue walking as he rushes from behind you taking a hold of your forearm and halting your movements. âFuck, donât do this to meâŚ.â He whimpers âTalk to me, look at me, something pleaseâŚâ His voice cracks. You shake your head as you try to pull your arm out of his grasp. His grip grows a little tighter. âIâll explain. We can talk about this.â He pleads.
You continue staring forward and bite your lip, so you donât respond. âYouâre killing me hereâŚyou know that?â He whimpers. âI told you, its just better for you to leave well enough aloneâŚ.â You state coldly. âAnd I told you that Iâm not giving up on youâ Hyunjin counters. You shake your head âIâd rather you did. I wonât be helping you win your bet.â A pained scoff erupts from his throat âIs that why you think Iâm here? That stupid fucking bet?!â He growls angrily. You nod, knowing that the bet probably wasnât the reason, but you allowed the pettiness you felt in the pit in your stomach take over. âYou donât even know what the fucking bet was about!â He shouts angrily.
âExcuse me?â
âYou. Donât. Even. Know. What. The. Bet. Was. About.â He grits. Your eyebrows furrow as anger boils in your stomach âDo I need to? I heard enough. I know you made some bet to date me and would get 500 dollars after a yearâ You argue. âNo. The bet was I would confess to you and prove that I was actually serious about you within a year because I had a habit of developing feelings for any girl that treated me like a fucking person instead of Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids. Im not some disgusting prick that would date a girl I have no interest in for fucking pocket change Y/N. itâs not like I need 500 dollars, if you didnât know Im kinda doing well in my career.â He snaps. âI made the bet to prove to myself and the guys that I was actually serious about you. Was it stupid? Yes, but I wonât let you just sit there and say that I was fucking playing around with you when youâre the first girl I want to be serious with in a very long time.â
You stare at him in disbelief. Words not coming to you as you replay his explanation over and over in your mind. It felt like an eternity before you said anything. âThatâs a stupid ass bet if Iâm being honestâ You state with an annoyed pout. âOh, you thought I was smart?â Hyunjin jokes as he leans into you pulling you into a back hug as he rests his chin on your shoulder âCan you please give me another chance? I wont ruin this again. I wonât do anything that stupid again.â He pleads softly, you sigh âPlease just give me sometime to think about it?â Hyunjin groans âPlease? Baby, this is tortureâŚif you werenât going to forgive me, you wouldnât be letting me anywhere near you right now.â
âSo, you should have your answer thenâŚ.â You state sarcastically.
âBut Iâm not sure if you forgave me if you donât say you doâŚ.â He pouts.
You shrug as you pull yourself out of his arms and make your way to your car. âI got a test and Iâll be late, so I have to go.â Hyunjin follows behind you with a kicked puppy expression as you unlock your car once again. âWill I see you after your classes?â He questions sadly. You pull open the driverâs door taking a seat and rolling down the window as the engine roars to life. You wave Hyunjin to lean into your window, he complies with a sad pout. You press your lips to his cheek as you whisper âDepends on your scheduleâŚâ His cheeks heat up turning a bright crimson as his hand caresses the cheek you kissed. You wink at him as you reverse out of the driveway.
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reborn
1.4k / pairing: jackson!joel miller x f!reader
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summary: Joelâs long hair is a testament to a long life in Jackson, Wyoming. He hasnât had time to get it cut since the birth of his daughter.Â
warnings/information:Â joelâs long hair appreciation post!!!!!, fluff, established relationship, a little swearing, soft!joel, girl dad!joel, jackson!joel, mother f!reader, ellie and joel are just fine okay!!, obvious maria appreciation, reader doesnât have a physical appearance but has given birth
A/N: this is super short and I wrote it in 24 hours - you all know why weâre here, we saw that new picture of long haired joel miller and yadayadayada now weâre here! graphics by @saradika-graphics
Thereâs a new baby in Jackson.Â
One more teeny tiny resident. The population sign must be repainted to acknowledge its three hundred and fifth resident.Â
And sheâs your little girl.Â
Sheâs not just perfect, sheâs the center of your universe. Wrapped in a freshly hand-washed baby pink blanket, a testament to the hours of labor in Jacksonâs makeshift delivery room. Joel held your hand throughout.Â
This was his second child, but his first with you. The flood of emotions was overwhelming, and you promised to stand by him, even if you could never truly understand the pain tangled with newfound joy.Â
But you should have seen the way his eyes softened at the first sight of her. Everything changed, for the both of you. His once-buried fatherly instincts took over, walking with the delivery nurse from your bed to the small cleaning station. He couldnât let her out of his sight.
Already so protective and wound around her little finger from the moment she took her first breath and wailed her first cry.Â
Scream it, little one, tell the world youâre here and that youâre ours. You are already so loved with your big glowing eyes and round cheeks, your small hands curled into your chest, and you kick your tiny little feet. Stomp, roar, live.Â
Youâre born into the most dangerous time in history, but your parents are here to protect you. The moment your baby girl was born, you and Joel were reborn.Â
One month old, and nothing has changed. Except for your and Joelâs sleep schedules. Tommy gave Joel temporary leave from patrol duties, which Joel did not protest. He found it impossible some days to leave the house for food and supplies.Â
Ellie was helpful. Despite no blood relation, she and Joel shared many qualities. She didnât let you lift a finger if she could help it. She had moved into the garage a few months back. After all, she was a teenager who loved having space.
âYou sure you donât just wanna move back inside the house, Ellie?â She was here more often than not, and her company and help were dearly appreciated.
âAnd wake up to a crying baby twelve times in the middle of the night? I love you guys, but no thanks,â she teased as you playfully rolled your eyes.Â
âThatâs fair. But the offer still stands.â
Ellie shrugs nonchalantly and lands beside you on the couch, laying her head on your shoulder as you both stare lovingly down at the baby sleeping soundly in your arms.Â
âI know, but you should make my old room the babyâs new one. Besides, Joel just set up my stereo, and I blast that thing non-stop. No baby is gonna like that.âÂ
âOh, trust me, we know.â You whisper as you kiss the top of her head, your cheek nudging against her brunette tresses tied back into a ponytail.
Ellie cooks some sort of monstrosity in the kitchen upon Joelâs return from Tommy and Mariaâs. He holds piles of Mariaâs hand-sewn diapers and onesies. She was a God send, a woman you consider a Jill of all trades.Â
Oh, Maria. She always desired that Jackson would not fall into turmoil like most of the country had surely found its way to. In her eyes, Jackson would remain a thriving and welcoming community to those who were good of heart.Â
That woman worked to the bone to ensure that Jacksonâs residents were safe and happy. Living here was like living in a snow globe, safe from the outside world and protected from danger.Â
As the de facto leader of the Jackson settlement, she wore many hats. From trading and supplies to security and community welfare, Maria made it her mission to ensure that all new families found their new home in Jackson to be an inviting oneâa safe haven from their old lives and here to start anew.Â
âMaria bartered for new cotton,â Joel whispers as he enters the living room, quiet so as not to stir the baby.Â
âShe did?â You ask softly, sitting up slightly as you feel his hand cup your cheek from above, tilting your head back so he can give you a proper kiss.Â
âYeah, she was gonna try and find somethinâ alternative to cotton for the diapers, but they set her up with some scavenged materials and clothing to make lots of diapers out of. Plus, gave her some stuff to cultivate it here. Yâknow, be self-sufficient.âÂ
âWow,â you mutter tiredly, rubbing at your eyes as your daughter begins to twitch in your arms. âI think she hears her daddyâs voice.âÂ
Joel cooes softly, quick to drop the items off on the kitchen counter with haphazard abandon. He grunts quietly as his knees scream for rest until he sits beside you on the couch with open palms. You delicately hand him the baby, and his eyes twinkle at the sight of her. He was adorably cute when he baby-babbled, though he swears he never does.Â
âHi sweet wittle girl, pretty pwincess, did you have a good day with mommy?âÂ
It takes you this long to realize how much his hair has grown out. Your fingers softly weave into the greying curls, twirling one around your finger before you let it fall into its natural waves.Â
âItâs so long, baby,â you whisper like honey.
He lets out a quiet chuckle and absentmindedly leans into your touch. âIâknow. Havenât had time to get it cut,â he turns his attention back to the little girl swaddled in his arms, âand I think I know whoâs been keepinâ me so damn busy.âÂ
You hum and gently clutch the curls at the nape of his neck, truly in awe of how long they were. Youâve never seen him let it get this long. As Joel would say, this is Tommy long. But was there really a look he couldnât pull off?
âI, uh, I donât want you to cut it.â Your words come off shy and sweet, making him melt as he slowly turns to look at you with a raised brow.Â
âIs that so?â His southern twang rolls freely off his tongue.Â
âMhm, you look so handsome. I think I would cry if you got rid of that thick mane of yours.âÂ
He chuckles again, a low and sultry one. âAlright. Iâll keep puttinâ up with it.â
âMmm, please do. Itâs sorta doinâ somethinâ for me.âÂ
Joel pauses and watches as the aging sunlight shines over your face. He takes your hand in his large calloused one and squeezes, circling his thumb along your wrist. âYouâve given me a life I sometimes donât feel like I deserve. A happy one. I donât think thereâs a way I can ever say thank you or I love you enough for how my life has turned out. Without you, I might be dead.â
âOh, Joel,â you whisper as you rest your forehead against his own, both of your eyes falling closed. âYou are deserving of every moment of happiness in this life. You make my life worth living. You saved us.âÂ
Joel lets out a wet chuckle, kissing the tip of your nose before meeting your lips delicately.Â
In this light, the amber glow of the sun setting just beyond the walls outside, heâs so handsome. It truly makes your heart skip a beat. After all these years of pain, loss, and suffering, Joel is happy. Itâs all youâve ever wanted to make him.Â
During the first few weeks in this new and unfamiliar settlement, Joel would shoot up in the middle of the night, upset that he had fallen asleep. He hadnât slept in a home with four solid walls in so long, none of you had. You remember the first night he slept soundly, snoring like a madman and nuzzling into his pillow. He was safe. There were no clickers in waiting, no scavengers to fend off. His people were protected. He could breathe.Â
Never did you once think that at the ends of the world, there would be room for you to feel like this. Reborn. It led you to Joel and Ellie and continued with your baby girl. Your lives are getting a second chance.Â
You didnât know how long it would stay like this because nothing was forever. But you would wake up tomorrow morning and run a hand through Joelâs hair, through the pretty curls that tickled his neck, and the opportunity for it to keep growing would be another sign that your lives werenât ending. They were only just beginning.
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Captain John Price ⢠broken.
PAIRING: John Price x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: the result of my poll. in short, you tell your captain that the reason youâve only dated one man is because your ex said you were broken due to your inability to orgasm; and price offers to show you that the only thing broken was your confidence.
WORD COUNT: 5.3k (got carried away.)
TAGS: 18+, PURE FILTHY SMUT MDNI, Slight Degradation, Praise, Multiple Orgasm, PIV, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Absurd amount of swearing, Fingering, Price being daddy as fuck.
"What about that ex girlfriend of yours, Gaz?"
As soon as those words left the Scottish lads lips, everyone in the room was giggling like a lot of fucking schoolgirls. You'd be lying if you said that didn't include yourself.
"You want to talk about ex girlfriends now, Soap?" Gaz sat forward in his chair, eyeing his grinning teammate from across the room, the grip on his glass so tight you were worried it'd shatter between his fingers. "What about that woman you boned in Prague? The one that wanted, oh--how do I say it...a little ride on train 141."
"Nuthin' little about that train." Ghost added through a choked chuckle, barely able to get the words out.
Your fucking abdomen was starting to get sore from the amount of laughing you'd done tonight. These men were absolutely ridiculous. You'd never heard more obscene sex stories in your damn life, and they've got a bloody abundance of them--the back and fourth taunting over who fucked who and who did what never seemed to end. It was almost three in the morning and they were still going strong.
"Aye," Soap leaned back in his chair, bringing his glass up to his lips and taking a slow sip, wide eyes gleaming as he reminisced. "Fuckn' wild one, that one. Had her nice and tamed for me by the end of that deployment.â
"Aye, the fucking woman whisperer, this one," Ghost chimed in again, his balaclava half pulled up, exposing his stubble-donned chin and grinning lips as he took a hefty swig of bourbon. Not even fazed. "Almost as smooth as Price."
Everyone in the room chuckled, nodding and muttering words of agreement, but you were stuck in place--still absentmindedly staring at Ghost while turning the words over in your mind, curiosity piqued.
"Price?" His name left your lips before you could even attempt to prevent it.
All eyes in the room shifted toward you, and Gaz cocked an eyebrow. "You've never heard any of his stories?"
Ghost shot him a look. "Clearly not."
"I mean, I've heard some..." you mumbled, awkwardly trying to fix the mess you've just made. Your gaze darted between the three men staring at you, each set of eyes glazed with confusion, clearly trying to figure out why you were so taken aback. "Captain is far more secretive than the rest of you."
You'd been on the team for a solid eight months. Since recruitment, you'd worked alongside Price every single fucking day, yet the man hardly ever spoke about his personal life.
Unlike the others, who seemed to never stop.
"Around you, yeah." Soap mumbled with a smirk, shooting a knowing glance toward Gaz who instantly returned it.
Your brows knit in confusion. "Around me?"
"Aye." Ghost replied for Soap, and you were practically sitting on the edge of your goddamn seat as you knew he wasn't finished. He shifted lower in his chair as his eyes traced up and down your form. "You're new. You're hot. You've never spoken a word about your own personal life. The man's a bloody nutcase, but he hides it well when he needs to--he probably doesn't want to scare you off."
"Scare me off?" You had to fight to keep your jaw off the floor. Trying to mask your confusion, you cleared your throat. "What's that supposed to mean?"
At your reaction, everyone chuckled again, and your face immediately flushed with blood--shading you the same crimson colour found on a ripe fucking tomato. If there was some joke happening here, it'd clearly flown way above your radar.
And yet, before you or anyone else could even consider speaking again, the man of the hour appeared in the doorway, and you nearly fell out of your chair.
"Valid question." He didn't even acknowledge you as he spoke, eyes fixed on Ghost as he took a step into the room.
Gods, he was fucking attractiveâevery molecule in your being screamed at the sight of him. You'd done everything you could to ignore that fact for the entirety of your time here, ensuring your focus was trained on keeping things professional--but after two glasses of whiskey and the current topic of conversation, the flood gates were wide fucking open.
"Go on, Ghost," his voice was low, deep as the depths of your desire as his ocean eyes slowly danced around the room. "...I'd like to know the answer as well."
Price took a seat across from you, slouching slightly and nodding toward Soap who promptly poured him a glass of burning brown liquid and slid it across the table. Ghost pulled down his balaclava in attempt to hide his cheeky fucking grin, shrugging as though he had no idea what his Captain was on about.Â
"Not sure what you mean, Cap." Ghost quipped, and you could practically hear the beaming delight in his words. "We're just talking."
"Hm," Price side-eyed him, humoured. "You always talk about me?"
"Only when you're not around." Soap chimed in, snuffing a groan in his throat as he'd downed the rest of his drink and stood up, shooting an inebriated nod to each of you. "Well, would you look at the time--I'm gonna' hit the sack. Duty calls, y'know."
Your stomach churned with confusion, your eyes glued to the Scottish bloke who decided it was convenient to make his exit the exact moment Price entered the room. You almost wanted to reach over and yank him back into his seat.
"Keep it classy ya filthy bastards."
He shot you a cheeky wink from beyond the door frame before disappearing into the abyss, only for Gaz and Ghost to rise from their seats as well, seemingly following Soap's lead, muttering excuses about how late it was and how exhausted they were.
Your mind raced at lightning speed, trying to make sense of the sudden exodus. You were going to kill those fuckers in the morning.
Price broke the silence before it had the chance to linger for too long. "It's not personal, you know."
Your heart slammed your sternum. You sucked in a breath and trapped it there. You needed to calm the fuck down--though that seemed like a goddamn impossible task at the moment. Prices' voice was the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. It stirred every last atom within you.
Avoiding his eyes, you straightened in your seat, clearing your throat. "I know."
"Do you?" He cocked an eyebrow, two fingertips tracing the rim of his glass. "I'm not so sure."
You looked up now--almost immediately regretting it as your eyes caught his. You forced words out of your mouth before you could acknowledge how the way he was looking at you made you feel.
"It's because I havenât opened up to you..." you murmured. "Yeah?"
Price nodded, choosing to remain silent, his gaze anchoring you to the floorâevery muscle stiff as stone.
You cleared your throat again. "Well. What do you want to know? My family? Where I grew up-"
"No." He cut you off, leaning forward, elbows resting on the table as his stare intensified. "...I already know all that. You're my recruit, I know everything about your past..." his head tilted, his eyes narrowed, and he pushed his glass to the side, clasping his hands together infront of him. "What I don't know, is why a woman as skilled, as smart, and as undeniably attractive as you, has only ever been with one man."
Blood crystallized in your veins, every ounce of your skin vibrating with an emotion you couldn't identify. He was so closeâcloser than you'd initially gaugedâand that closeness ignited dormant desperation, one you'd nearly forgotten existed.
Your throat was thick. Saliva lodged inside it. "I..."
There was a reason. There was a very good reason as to why you've only been with one man, why you promised to never put yourself through that shit again. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it, you couldn't bring yourself to speak the words aloud. That would mean being vulnerable, humiliatingly vulnerable--one of the many things soldiers were trained not to be.
Captain Price hummed, leaning back slightly, and a swarm of unpreventable desire roared alive in your chest. His attention flicked over you. Like he'd felt it.
He remained silent. He was waiting for an answer.
"It's...um..."
Your brain filtered through pages of plausible excuses until it landed on one. Inhaling a breath, you forced the fibbing syllables past your teeth, shrugging in an attempt to make it believable.
"I just...never found anyone I jived with.â
Price paused, his scrutiny skinning you raw. It was like he knew what was waiting on the edge of your tongue, like he could smell the smoke swirling off the fire below your waist. He wasn't buying it.
"You can't lie to me." His words only confirmed your thoughts. "I mean, theoretically you could, though I'd advise against it."
You swallowed, forcing your eyes to your hands. "I'm not lying."
"Perhaps not," he replied, voice cool as ice. "But you're certainly omitting."
Fuck, he was good. And of course he was--there was a reason he was Captain. He was fucking bred for this. You were certain he could detect a lie from light years away.
"It's embarrassing," you replied, ignoring the thrilled leap your heart made that he'd read you so well. "You'll think less of me."
John Price leaned further across the small table, nibbling the distance between you. The intensity of his focus made your insides tangle, something was undoubtedly churning within his mind. A breath caught in your throat as his eyes held yours.
"I don't care," he stole another inch, and you could now comfortably say that he was well within your personal space. "If this is going to work, there has to be trust. Because you should trust meâas your Captain, and as your friend..." in a single abrupt movement, he stood up, towering over you, eyes boring into the top of your head until he shifted toward the door. "...when you're ready to open up to me, Iâll open up to you."
Ice braced your veins. This was the most conversation you'd had with your Captain since you joined the team, and you were about to blow it with your inability to talk to him. To just telling him the fucking truth. He took a step back from the table, began moving toward the door, and you panicked.
You let him get two steps from reaching it before you jumped up, out of your seat. "Wait!"
Time was a relative concept. But as your Captain spun, and as you linked eyes with him, it slowed. Stopped.
You cleared your throat for the millionth time. "It's because...it's because I'm broken."
Price's eyes widened, only momentarily, before they narrowed--out of curiosity or skepticism, you couldn't tell.
"Youâre broken." He said, drawing the words out on his tongue while taking a slow, lengthy step toward you. "Elaborate."
You dropped your eyes to the floor again, catching sight of his brown, rugged combat boots as they stepped into your line of sight. Heat flashed your face, and you shifted on your feet.
"My...my ex...um," your voice was barely above a whisper. Something felt gut-wrenchingly humiliating about having this conversation with your fucking Captain. "He, he kinda fucked with my head, I guess. Made me never want to date again."
You heard an exhale, a huff of enticed breath leaving lungs.
"I think," Price eased closer, and you caught whiff of his cologne--the scent engulfing your senses, sending hunger snarling and snapping for relief. "...you're omitting again."
"Why?..." you blurted, trailing your gaze past the vast expanse of his strong chest and up to his gleaming eyes peering down at you. You blinked. "...do you think that?"
Price raised a brow. "Am I wrong?"
"No, itâs justâŚâ you closed your eyes, took a breath. Let it out. No point in lying. Just rip off the fucking bandaid. "He broke up with me because I couldn't orgasm. He said I was broken because of it. Itâs dumb, but it hurt.â
Gods, it felt so fucking stupid that you had to smile, had to damn near laugh at yourself. As much as it sounded so foolish, you'd always just considered that maybe something was actually wrong with you. After all, he was your first, and your onlyâand the fact that you could never orgasm bothered you, too.
However, when you finally reopened your eyes, swallowing whatever ounces of pride you had left, you found a depth to your Captain's ocean irises that was not there before.
There was something floating inside them, now--something primal, something depraved.
"Interesting." His hand raised from his side, grazing over your cheek and coming to a slow on your neck, the tips of his fingers skimming over your racing pulse. "Broken."
Any blood that had been left in your head was now plummeting to your core.
"Broken." You whispered.
Price exhaled, his breath caressing your face, and you bit your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to thrust itself past your teeth. Never once would you have considered the thought of actually fucking your Captain--but right here, right now, with the way he was touching you, analyzing you, palpably tempting you--it was becoming more difficult to deny the physical need steaming from your pores.
"This,â his voice was so deep it made your blood sweat, his thumb stroking your pulse. "Doesn't feel broken at all."
Adrenaline surged you, ambushing your lungs with rapid breath, flares of lust sparking over your skin. You leaned into his touch, and he let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a straight up growl.
Your pulse soared, your hand finding his wrist. âCaptainâŚâ
It would be lying to say you thought this was a good decision. But you couldn't find a fuck within you. After years of denying yourself any sort of physical touch due to the shame that consumed you, Price had perceived it without effort and ordered you strip yourself of pretense in his presence.
"Let me show you...." Price wedged a boot between your feet, his hips brushing yours, other hand finding your hip. "...that the only thing broken is your confidence."
You nearly whimpered. "Please."
Without further contemplation, your eyes darted to his lips the same millisecond his darted to yours, and you both moved at once. Price groaned, one hand shooting into your hair, the other supporting the small of your back, tugging you close. His hungry mouth captured yours, teeth nipping your lower lip as he spun you around and pushed you back against the table.
You groaned into his mouth, your ass hitting the cool metal with abrupt force. His lips attacked your jawline, moved down to your neck, and another groan escaped you, this time in bliss.
"Fuck," you cursed under your breath, throwing your hips into his, allowing desperation to guide you. "Captain..."
A low, menacing noise reverberated in his throat and he seized your neck again, bringing his mouth to your ear.
"My name," he took the lobe between his teeth, earning a squeak. "Say it."
"Johnâ" You gasped, clawing at his back. "Shit."
"Mm. Good girl. So obedient..." he purred, tracing his mouth along the curve of your ear. "So responsive."
"Fuck." Every new beat of your heart brought a desperate pulse to your cunt. His fingers found your hair again, curling into a fist. "John...please..."
Your Captain hummed, just as his lips moved back to your pulse and attacked it, sucking rough rabid marks to the surface, his hips grinding against yours. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and he moved lower, releasing your head to work on removing your clothes.
Before your belt even hit the floor, he was tearing off your shirt and tugging off your bra--exposing your breasts to the cool air of the dimly lit room, surging goosebumps to life that he was quick to cover with his hands, taking the fresh tissue between them and kneading it.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, to himself you presumed. "You're fucking perfect."
There was one brief second of thought surrounding the notion that any one of your teammates could walk in and find the two of you hereâbut that thought was quickly lost as Price leant down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You squealed, squeaking in pleasure, and his grip possessed your hips.
"So sensitive..." he said with a grunt. Your Captain wasn't just hungryâhe was starved, more voracious by the second, spurred on by your reactions. "Fucking hell."
He leaned back, hooked his fingers under the waist of your pants and pulled, unconcerned for the ripping seams as he forced them down the curve of your thighs. Your head rung, entire body tingling. Paralyzed, you watched your Captain tear off your boots and rip your pants free, tossing them all to the side.
"Fuck me." He muttered again, returning his sights to your figure. "Look at you."
Price examined you like a meal, gaze traveling from your collarbone to your breasts, down past the curve of your belly to the swell of your hips, coming to a slow between your quivering thighs.
Adrenaline had got you this far. Reality was setting in. "Captain..."
"Shh," calloused hands found your hips, urging you back against the desk, spreading your legs further apart as he inserted himself between them. "I already told you what to call me."
You shuddered, twitching from his touch, and the corner of his lip quirked. Smouldering blue eyes searing into your skin. "John, Iâ"
His thumbs slid close to your heat, dipping into the crease and teasing close to the edge of your thong. Reality was a plummeting star, crashing down into your mind without regard. Nerves were consuming you, fingers digging into his biceps in attempt to stop them from shaking.
"You...what?" His voice was practically a lullaby. How something so deep could be so soothing was beyond your comprehension. "Go on, pretty thing..."
"I just..." you shifted your hips, trying to balance fear with desire. "I'm just...I don't want to disappoint you..."
Price assessed you, only for a moment, gracing your thigh with a stern yet gentle smack before trailing upward.
"Enough." It was an order. "I want you out of that beautiful mind."
He brushed his finger across your cunt, grazing over your swollen clit, and you choked, hips snapping toward him.
"Don't think..." the power in his words was intoxicating, a command given with the confidence of knowing you'd obey. He teased your clit again and you whinged, gripping him harder. "...just feel."
Before a coherent thought could enter your head, he pulled your panties to the side with two thick fingers, not giving you a second to brace for it before he used those same fingers and sank them into your tight, aching cunt.
"Ohâfuck-"
You groaned, head tossed back, walls tightening around the delicious stretch as he pried you open with slippery ease. The intensity, the fullness from just his fingers stole your breath, dizzied your mind, and you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the growling breath escaping his lungs, trying to ground yourself as much as you could.
"Christ...tight little cunts just soaked..." he was right, you were dripping. You couldn't ever remember being this wet. In truth, you couldn't ever remember being this turned on, this desperate for touch. "Tell me how that feels."
"G-oh, fuckâ" any additional words you had planned on using instantly died on your tongue as Price curled inside of you, pushing deep, every coherent thought fleeing your mind with a moan. Your entire body pulsed for him, like he'd shaken every cell awake and enthralled it under his possession. "Johnâoh, Gods!"
It wasn't like you'd never been fingered. It'd just never felt like this.
Something about the trained motion of his hand, the skilled curl of his wrist, the attunement to your body was consuming you--the need for more only increasing as he found a perfect rhythm, fucking slow, reaching to your belly while his thumb circled your sensitive clit. Your cunt throbbed, squeezed around him, as if to coax him deeper inside of you.
"Needy little thing," an amused huff at the corner of your consciousness. You forced yourself to look at himâhe was smirking. "Tell me how it feels."
Desperation was throbbing at your temples, growling and coiling in your bellyâunfathomable, incredible desperation stalling your lungs. Unfamiliar, but entirely absentmindedly as Price stroked your walls, stroked your clit, and you were gasping, you wereâ
"So fucking goodâ" you were practically screaming, brain a mangled mess of aimless words. "CapâJohn, IâI'm-"
His free hand seized your jaw, forcing you to look up into his eyes, his fingers still keeping their pace, your vision blurring to bliss. "You're?"
You gasped. "Iâm-"
"Youâre close." Fire flooded your flesh, and you mewled like a nervous, helpless animal. His grip tightened. Intensity and power radiating off him in waves. "Sâ that what you want, little slut? Hm? You wannaâ fuckinâ cum for your Captain, donât you?â
âYes!â No thought required. âPleasepleaseplease-â
âMhm. Thatâs right, thatâs rightââ he was just as gone as you were. Air rattled in your lungs like rocks. Your vision blurring as you held onto him like your life depended on it. âCum on my fingers, darling, let me feel you.â
A scream shredded your throat, submerged in a storm of euphoria, sight whiter than the gates of heaven themselves. Convulsions wracked you, quaked to your bones, and you heaved, hunting for air while he worked you through the receding tide of your release.
âGood fuckinâ girl.â He growled, the arrogance in his tone palpable. âLook how easy that was, hm?â
Your Captian pulled his fingers from cunt and yanked you off the table by the hold on your jawâyou stumbled into him, wetness seeping down your thighs, brain given less than two seconds to process the slew of events before his slick covered fingers were at your lips and pushing past your teeth.
"The way I see it, soldierâthere are two possible explanations here." He shoved his fingers deeper, reaching for the back of your throat. "Either you somehow managed to lie to me..." he pressed against you, his desire evident in the way it was jabbing against your stomach. "Or this tight little cunt has never been properly sated."
Your heart was in your feet, your lips sealed around his fingers as you held his eyes, a shade of blue so deep you'd almost thought you were staring into the depths of the ocean. His pupils were blown wide with lust, it was clear what he was getting atâand judging by the way your cunt clenched in response to his words, it was clear that you felt the same.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, looking for a response. You gave the only words you could think of. "I didnât lieâŚIâve had sex, Captain...Iâve just never doneâthat.â
"Well I think I've just proven that it wasnât due to any fault of your own." His words were backing you into a corner, an explanation that was challenging to draw yet completely impossible to now ignore. "I got you there in seconds."
Your face grew hot. âSo..what are you saying?â
âIâm saying,â he assessed you, eyes looking past you, through you. âYour ex didnât know what he was doing.â he leaned in closer, plush lips curling into a mischievous grin. âAll you needed was someone who knew how to handle you.â
"Hm." The arrogance was stifling, setting you ablaze. It only made you want him more. "Cocky bastard."
"Cocky," he repeated with a raised brow. "You have no idea, princess.â
"You know what, Captain," you teased with a smirk of your own, unable to tear your sights off him. His eyes. His lips. "I think you just got lucky."
âLuck.â He chuckledâa deep, growling thing. "I donât do luck, soldier. I do facts.â Price shifted a hand to his crotch, palming his erection through his pants as he pressed against you. âFact one, I just gave you your first orgasm.â He was possessed, hungry, borderline rabid. âFact two, I could do it again on my cock. If youâd like.â
And you, you were his eager, willing prey.
"Shit," you muttered, the words shooting straight to your cunt. You didnât need any further discussion. You wanted him, and nothing could stop the next words from leaving your lips. "Please...please fuck me..."
Your Captain growled. The sweet desperation of your pleas sending him past the point of salvation. He sucked in a breath. Trapped it thereâinternally clutching whatever ounces of restraint he had left.
"You sure you want this?" His voice was so fucking low you almost missed it. His fingers moved to his belt, and his lips moved to your ear. "I'm not so sure you can take it."
"I'm built for combat, Captain..." you murmured with a grin, spurred on by the evidence of his throbbing desire, fingers trailing toward his belt to help him along. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
Price huffed against your jawline. Amused.
"Youâre built for combat, undoubtedly..." you watched as he pulled free his thick, heavy cock. Your jaw slackened, your mouth watered. "But by the time I'm done with you, darling..." he seethed in relief as he guided his hand back and forth along his length, other one directing you back against the table. "You'll be built for me."
A sharp intake of breath found your lungs and then you were lying flat against the table, cool metal biting your backside and ripping goosebumps to the surface of your skin. You shuddered, seething in discomfort, but two strong hands made quick work to soothe them, coasting up your thighs until they found your hips, and then he stepped forward.
"Christ..." you whimpered as he loomed over you, the warm head of his cock rolling over your clit, teasing you with false thrusts, making sure you were well aware of just how long and fucking thick he was. "John..."
"Quiet." He purred, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Just let me break you open."
His heavy, smooth tip pressed against your entrance and then pushed in, head just barely spearing you yet somehow still splitting your cunt with a girth that stole your breath and forced a cry from your throat. With a breathless groan he pulled out, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing.
He smacked your thigh again. âLook at me.â He hissed, teeth sinking into the plush of his bottom lip as you instantly obeyed. âThatâs it. Eyes on me.â
There was a mere second of silence before he sank in again, entirely this timeâand though you were fucking sopped and pliant and voracious, he tore you wide with a sting.
"Ohâfuck-"
You fought for air, your body trembling, fingers clawing at anything that might steady you. Heâd stuffed you full with ease, lungs heaving upon impact. Both big hands tightened around you, and he slid out, driving into you again with a hidden hiss of air, earning a loud, shameless groan from your lips.
"Fucking hell.â A dark, low voice rumbled from his throat. "Tight little whore. So fucking tightâ"
"You'reâoh, fuckâ" words died on your tongue as he pulled out, pushed in again, sucking in air through his teeth, working you wider with each plunge into your pussy. You clenched around him, and he snuffed a moan, snapping his hips. "You're fucking huge."
"Mhm, yeah," it was a shameless admission. He placed a palm on your pelvis, pressing down, feeling himself fucking into you. He leaned back slightly, drawing long, slow strokes, forcing you to quake around every inch of his length. "That's how fucking deep I'm in you."
And deep he fucking was. Every centimeter banishing the ability to do anything other than exist as a stammering sheath for his cock. It wasn't penetrationâit was pervasion, it was domination. Sex had never felt this intense. Sex had never felt this fucking tranquilizing.
"ChristâCap-Johnâfuckâ"
Price slid out and rocked in, driving to your stomach with a stab of blissful pain. Eyes snapping shut, you gripped his arms, seething when he thrusted again, and again. Each stroke shoved a cry from your chest, tightened your walls, and this only seemed to entice him, his cock splitting you apart. You scratched at his shoulders, fighting to find yourself in the bewildering delirium.
"There we go." His voice was distant in the sea of pleasure. "Look at you. Brainless on my fucking cock."
Your response was a moan, loud and shameless, gripping onto his arms and matching his rhythm, forcing your hips to his, a pleaâfaster, harder, more, more. Your Captain hissed in satisfaction, and his hand snaked between you, rolling and teasing your clit.
Your vision blurred for the hundredth time. "Oh, fuckâ"
Delirium ascended into ecstasy, pleasure amplified by the stretch of his dick. He fucked into you, his skin smacking yours, his breath heaving in feral huffs.
"Fucking perfect pussy," he growled through his teeth, shifting your legs together and directing both ankles over his left shoulder, his thrusts slowly slightly as you gasped and whimpered, clawing at his hips, the new position causing the head of his cock to kiss your cervix with each thrust. "Mm, fuck...this is what you needed, darling. You needed a proper fucking."
"Fuck," you replied, brain numbed by bliss. Words didn't even make sense. "Deep. So fuckâdeepâ"
"Fuckâtake it, take it little slut." His thumb was back on your clit, swirling it in tight, fast circles, his cock fucking deep into you. "I warned you."
"Johnâ" You needed to scream, fingers clawing at anything they could find. If you weren't broken before, youâd certainly be broken when he was done with you. "Fuckâ"
Bliss burned to burst, stars swarmed your sight entirely, and you knew it, knew it was happening, knew that you were about to break. The feeling was so intense you didn't know what to do with yourself, you weren't sure if you could even get the words out to warn him.
Your eyes squeezed shut. "FuckâI'mâI-I'm..."
"Yeah, that's right." He hissed, teeth barred, hips snapping. He already knew. "Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock."
Lightning euphoria ripped up your spine with a shameless shriek, your climax shattering you. Your cunt milked his dick, your thighs spasming, your back reached for the ceiling, pleasure possessing your nerves.
"There we goâgood little fucking slutâsqueezing me so good," it seemed an eternity--he was still fucking you through it, breaking you deep, until he edged his climax. "Fucking hell."
He sputtered, pummelling your cunt with sloppy final thrusts, pouring his cum inside you, grip gouging your flesh until he descended, meeting you in the receding tides of your peaks. Both of you twitched with aftershocks, both of you seeking air.
Once he stalled, you sucked in a long inhale and peeled your eyes open, taking in your surroundings for the first time in however many minutes it had been. The room was still as dim and dreary as it was prior to your mind shattering, the only thing now different was your Captainâwho remained looming over the table, cock still buried inside you, precipitation lining his forehead and chest still heaving for breath, piercing gaze perceiving you like a sated predator.
With a glance at your lips, he finally moved, pulling back and out of you, tucking himself away. It was then that reality struck you hardâyou'd just fucked your Captain. And he'd just shattered the preconceived notions of everything you thought you knew.
You were not broken. You were perfectly fucking fine.
Price cleared his throat as you pulled yourself off of the table and stood. "Y'alright?"
You nodded, grabbing your pants off the floor. "Yes, Sir."
Shame engulfed you, for reasons you couldn't explain. Embarrassment threatened to swallow you whole.
"Hey." Sensing this, Price stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "Don't do that."
Your eyes fixed on his. Outlining his perfectly tamed facial hair, his striking blue eyes. "Do what?"
"Avoid me." He simply stated, his voice hardly above a whisper. "All this was, was me proving to you that you're not broken. You're the furthest from. It doesn't have to be any more than that."
"I knowâŚjust feel stupid, I guess.â Your face was in flames. You swallowed your pride until it was digested. There was no room for that here, not after whatâd just happened. âI, uh, I should have told you sooner. Iâm sorry.â
Price regarded you with eyes warm as the summer sun, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. âI wanted you to open up to me. Willingly. I never pry.â
You cracked a smile, slipping on your shoes. âYou got your wish, then. Emotionally and physically.â
âAye.â Your captain chuckled, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and plopping himself into a seat, sliding a glass across the table toward you. âMy turn, yeah?â
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Pretty Glossy Lips
Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader
Note âËâšâĄ : College AU where Kugisaki is oddly observant.
Kugisaki is bothered⌠her eyes keep darting back and forth, itâs as if that âthingâ is begging her to look at it.
She quickly shakes her head as her fingers go back to her keyboard as she types away and has her screen divided in three in front of her if she includes her iPad, all with a word doc, an ai tool and ai paraphraser.
âArghâ I feel like I wonât finish in time.â A voice beside her complains making her turn to face the owner of the voice. Beside he is a boy who has his pink hair disheveled, his face highlighted by the light of the bulb in the study room.
âShut up, Itadoriâ!â Kugisaki starts shaking Itadori in fury as poor Itadori has his hands waving around as he tries to type in some letters. She hears another sigh as her eyes squint at the other voice. âYou got a problem , Fushiguro huhh?â
But her eyes focus on Fushiguroâs lips.
She is wondering if her mind is getting too stressed out but she swears she thinks his lips today look slightly pinker with more gloss if that makes senseâŚalso was that glitterâ?!
âDonât push your anger on me.â He says, eyes not leaving his phones as he types on the screen. âWe had a month long period for this assignment. If you guys keep this up, you might not graduate college.â Fushiguro adds which makes Kugisaki flatter and go back to her assignments, eyes trailing to his lips one time.
Just then they hear a knock to the study room as a figure pops their head in. âSorry I got late. My professor kept going on and on.â You say, with a sheepish smile taking a seat beside Fushiguro.
Kugisaki inwardly smiles as she noticed how quickly Fushiguroâs head seemed to turn as soon as he hears you voice and now you sit with him smiling and continuing on about your professor. The brown shorter haired girl shakes her head when she looks over to Fushiguro who seemed to try and act nonchalantly but no one can deny the blush on his face plus the constipated look.
You were a friend met through Itadori, you guys once got paired in a semester long project and somewhere in between that and now, you guys were as inseparable as one can be, in particular Fushiguro and you. Surprisingly the dark haired stone faced boy was quick to warm up to you; probably it was due to the aura you gave exuded.
You gave out warmth with your warm smile and bright attitude, which makes you stop and take in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.
Every smile.
Every lighthearted laugh.
It always felt genuine which made Kugisaki adore you to the brim of her heart, you were just so adorableâ! But it seemed she wasnât the only one.
âYou guys got only 10 minutes.â You say as you peer over the table to take a peek at their progress, and mentally cringe due to the lack of said progress. âItâs okay! you guys can get it done.â You cheered which earns another subconscious smile from Fushiguro.
âShitâ I should not have played stardew with you Itadori!â Kugisaki grumbled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she types away making, every second count. âItâs all your fault.â
âEh?â Her statement makes the pink haired boy stop typing and pointing at himself in genuine confusion. âHow is it my fault when you were the one inviting me to play?â
As Kugisaki turns to took away, she sees you and Fushiguro now sitting as tad bit closer to before with your shoulders slightly leaning into Fushiguroâs. Your eyes seem to wander nervously taking peeks at her and Itadori while Fushiguro poor figits with his pretty glossy lips pulled into something which is neither a frown or a smile, one hand on the table with a finger tapping away while the other under. Maybe playing with your fingers?
Who know, Kugisaki doesnât for certain. But she can bet that Fushiguro is currently thinking about you while youâre sitting beside him from his dumb look.
Kugisaki shakes her head and keeps her nose to herself,as she begins typing but she swears it lasted just a millisecond second but she caught it.
In that split second her eyes watches you lean forward and places a kiss on his lips, making the boy stiffen up and pink when you thought Kugisaki and Itadori werenât looking.
When she sees you about to turn to her and Itadoriâs direction, she quickly pulls her eyes back on the screen acting normal. Shit. She thinks. What was that? Theyâre dating? Shit, why didnât they tell us? Shit, Fushiguro I didnât know you had that in you. She dapped him up in her mind. They could have atleast told us thoughâŚ
Kugisaki uses ever every once of her strength to keep her hands on her keyboard to type away but then there was a sudden click in her brain, which put all the pieces in place. Fushiguroâs glossy lips were from you! Your lip gloss on his lips! Now she canât stand it any longer as she pulls her hair in realization.
âWhy didnât you guys tell us youâre dating?!â Kugisaki gets up from her seat and points accusingly at the pair infront of her. This makes you let out a embarrassed and confused sound while Fushiguro becomes redâhe was caught in broad daylight, as he scrowl at her. âShut up, Kugisaki.â
âAhhâ I knew your lips were so pink and shiny, no wonder! You have someone kissing them that shade!â With each taunt spewing out of his friendâs mouth, he blushes a deeper tone.
âWhat? You guys are dating?â Itadori chirps in. âShit, Kugisakiâ! The countdown for the submission started! We only got a minutes left.â
âSubmit it Itadoriâ!â Kugisakiâs attention solely on her laptop. âAn incomplete assignment is better than late assignment!â
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â love of my life // yoon jeonghan
jeonghan x gn!reader, 2k+ words
tags: technically requested by lots of people bc everyone wants jeonghan fluff, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, crack, mutual pining, almost-confessions
warnings: light swearing
summary: in which your relationship with jeonghan isn't exactly platonic and isn't exactly romantic... but rather, it's a secret third thing.
It has to be at least two in the morning when Jeonghan's ringtone blares throughout his bedroom, and he rolls over with a groan, grappling blindly at his nightstand before finding his phone and pressing it against his cheek.Â
âWho is this and what do you want?â
âJeonghan, let's go on a date.â
He recognises your voice in an instant, even in his half-asleep state, and he huffs a laugh, flopping back against the pillows and rubbing his eyes.Â
âGee, at least ask me when it's not ass o'clock in the morning, won't you?â
âNo, no, this only works if you get up right now,â you say. âCome on, Jeonghan, just go on a date with me. Right at this very moment.â
Jeonghan rubs his eyes, before taking his phone away from his cheek and peering at the screen so he can read the time. âSee, youâre not presenting a very good argument,â he says, once heâs put the phone against his ear again. Itâs almost three in the morning. What are you thinking? âI donât wanna date you that much.â
You make a sad sound on the other end of the phone. âWhat will it take to get you out of the house?â
âWire me an obscene amount of money right now and Iâll think about it.â
Thereâs a pause.
âNo. Best I can offer is a pretty please.â
Jeonghan canât help smiling at your dry tone, and he rubs his eyes once again with a yawn. âFine. I guess I canât expect anything better from you, anyway.â He can almost see you biting your lip in annoyance, wanting to quip something witty back at him but also wanting to keep quiet so heâll actually come.Â
âYou know me so well.â
âYes I do,â Jeonghan teases, and groggily hauls himself out of bed. âIâll be ready in ten. Where do you want me to go?â
âDonât worry, princess, Iâll pick you up,â you say, suddenly sounding excited. âJust wait for me and Iâll come over to take you out.â
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. âIs that a threat?â
You laugh, bright and happy, like itâs not two in the morning and youâve asked your best friend to go on a date with you. Jeonghan canât help but smile again, even as he grapples blindly through his dark room to find some clothes.
âDonât worry. Itâs a promise.â
âââââââââââââ đ
Jeonghan is, admittedly, more than a little confused when you just take him to the nearest playground.
Sure, maybe this entire thing is weirdâyou calling him up during ridiculous hours of the morning to âgo on a dateâ is definitely not something youâve done beforeâbut thatâs just the kind of friendship he and you have.Â
Itâs like how, last year, he spent an entire month calling you increasingly ridiculous pet names, ranging from âbelovedâ to âhoney butter snuggles bunny bearâ, and purposefully took you out to public cafes and restaurants to test them out for everyone to see and hear, preventing you from punching him as hard as he probably deserved.Â
So this is, like, nothing new. Just a funny and silly thing the two of you do, because you've known each other for the whole of your lives, and when it comes to the way your relationship works, the lines separating âplatonicâ and âromanticâ have always been curiously nonexistent.Â
It doesnât mean anything. Itâs never meant to mean anything.
But sometimes, sometimes, it feels like it should.
âI think Iâm going to end up alone forever,â you say abruptly, and Jeonghan looks over at you in surprise. Youâre sitting on the swings next to him, dragging yourself back and forth as you look up at the sky. Thereâs nothing to see up there, with the clouds obscuring any moonlight, so it's obvious that you're just looking away so he can't see your face.Â
It's so quiet; Jeonghan didn't realise that the world could be this quiet at 2 in the morning, and it makes your words echo extra loud into the abyss, before they're swallowed by the darkness.Â
Jeonghan shrugs. âMaybe you will.â
Instantly, you're leaning over to swat him on the arm, and he laughs.Â
âAsshole,â you say, but there's no venom in your voice, even as you level him with a glare. âYou're really no help. I'm trying to unload all my deepest fears for you, here, practically begging you to reassure me, and yet all you can do is be mean.â
âYou said one thing,â Jeonghan points out. âI don't think that counts as unloading all your deepest fears.â
âYeah, well, maybe it's my only deepest fear.â
âWhy are you unloading your deepest fear on me?â Jeonghan asks, kicking his legs out in front of him. âWe're on a date. Our first date, mind you, so this hardly seems appropriate.â
âAsshole,â you say again, but like before, the word has no bite. You glance over at him, before realising that he's looking at you, and then quickly raise your gaze to the sky. âI'm being serious about this, you know.â
Jeonghan says nothing for a long moment. Watches the way the pale light from a nearby lamppost gives you an unearthly, almost otherworldly glow.Â
âI'm being serious too,â he decides to say, looking up at the cloudy sky with you. âYou shouldn't be saying that stuff on a first date. Kinda makes it sound like you don't think things will work out between us, you know?â
You huff a confused laugh, looking over at him again. âJeonghan, whaâ?â
âAnd maybe you will end up alone,â he carries on, thoughtfully, as if he's talking to himself, forgetting that you're sitting there too. âBut maybe you won't. I think you probably won't. And even if you do, it's fine, because I'll still be with you.â
It's a painfully vulnerable thing to say, made doubly so by the quietness of the night. Like a love confession, almost. Except it's not, because he's not in love with you.Â
He isn't.Â
âThat's really sweet,â you say, almost begrudgingly, as if it pains you to admit that Jeonghan actually said something nice, and he laughs. âThough wrong. If youâre with me, then I'm not alone, am I?â
âOh, I see. When you said alone, you meant in general. I thought you meant, like, romantically.â
âWell, maybe. But maybe I also meant overall,â you shrug. âI didn't think you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me.â
Jeonghan swallows, tilts back on the swings, head still raised to look at the sky. âI want to spend every life with you.â
You look away from the sky at his words, turning to face him in surprise. The echoes of what heâd just said were already fading away, muffled and pressed into the velvet dark of the night, but the surprisingly soft air that followed in its wake still remained.
 Now, he's the one avoiding your gaze, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the shapeless, misty blur of clouds above him so he doesnât have to look at you. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you tilt your head, and smile.Â
âOh, look at you, you sap,â you say, bright and teasing. âFace it, you like being with me. Oh! I bet you're in love with me, seeing as how you agreed to date me and everything! Isn't that right, Jeonghan? You love me.â
Jeonghan pulls a face, and you burst into laughter, so ridiculously loud and happy even though it's two in the morning and the whole playground is silent, the sound of your happiness ringing against the cool air of the night. He can't help but look at you then, exasperated and fond, shaking his head as you grip the swing chains and sway back and forth, still giggling to yourself.Â
He sniffs, feigning annoyance as he leans to the side, making a dramatic show of pulling his swing away from you.Â
âThis isn't a real date. I could never date you.â He scrunches his face in faux disgust for good measure, and you laugh again, rolling your eyes.Â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. And yet you still came out when I called, didn't you?â you tease, smiling widely, and Jeonghan has to admit that you're right. He's here because you asked him to be here. Heâs here for you.
Hm. This was getting weirdly soul-baringly truthful for what heâd thought would be a silly little hangout in the middle of the night.
âNext time you call me at 2am, Iâm blocking you forever,â he says dryly, giving you an exaggerated look of disdain just so he can revel in the laugh that it pulls out of you.
âNo you wonât,â you say cheerily. âBecause you looove me.â
âUm, lies.â
âNo lies. You literally love me so much.â
âI donât.â
âYou do.â
âNo, I donât.â
âYou do. You do, you do, you do, youâre actually genuinely in love with me and thereâs nothing you can do to deny it, because itâs so obvious that Iâm literally the love of your lââ
Jeonghan makes a clicking sound with his tongue and leans over to shove your arm, causing you to swing to the side as you cackle with delight at his reaction. He glares at you, again, sighing with exasperation as you continue to laugh.
âYes, yes, I love you, just as much as you love me. Now if weâre not actually doing anything of importance, then can I go home?â
âWhat?â you say indignantly. âOf course not! If I canât sleep, then that means youâre not allowed to sleep either.â
âI knew it. You called me out here because you couldnât fall asleep.â
âDuh. Now come and push my swing, will you?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes and stands up from his swing, groaning and holding his knees like heâs some kind of grumpy grandpa. You laugh, mocking him for his bad joints as he walks around to stand behind you, and he snarks back something ridiculously funny and rippling with light, twisting through the cool air.
And then his hand presses against the small of your back, soft and yet sure, and suddenly all you can focus on is that gentle, feathery point of contact that connects you to him.
Your laughter subsides as he begins to gently push your swing, and you move up, and down, and up, and down, the fleeting warmth of his hand an intermittent pressure against your back. He doesnât say a word. Everything is quiet, in your head. Like his touch alone could silence any worries that still floated around in your brain.
Itâs one of the things you adore most about Jeonghan. He makes you feel safe.
âFor the record, by the way,â you say, voice quiet, âI really do love you.â
Thereâs no noise but the metallic creak of the swing, sounding weirdly small in the yawning abyss of the dark. Jeonghanâs hand is still steady as he pushes you, again and again.
âAs a friend?â he asks, eventually.
You canât see him, and maybe thatâs for the best. His voice is tinged with a colour, an emotion, that you canât quite name, warm and cool and fleeting and present all at once.
Yet more silence greets his words. You continue swinging, and he continues helping.
Itâs hard to know what he means by that. As a friend, in a hopeful way? As a friend, in a meaningful way? Or as a friend, in a way that could maybe, maybe, signal that he thinks, or wishes, that you mean... something else.
More.
These things are difficult to tell, when it comes to Jeonghan. Who wears his heart on his sleeve and yet also hides it away where no one can see.
âYeah,â you say, after it has been far too long since heâd asked, but itâs clear that you were both waiting for your answer anyway. The word leaves you as a sigh, threadbare and thin. âAs a friend.â
Jeonghan huffs a soft laugh. Maybe because he believes you, or maybe because he doesnât. Youâre not too sure.
âOkay,â he murmurs, pale as moonlight. âIn which case, I love you too.â
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