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d0llpie · 4 years

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hi its ya gorl seijoh hoe 🤠 how would they all (separately or as a group) react to the reader when she gets protective n savage toward a crappy guy who treated her friend like trash n she talks to the guys abt it?/ love the blog btw <3

Reacting to you slapping a guy

Characters: Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader & Hanamaki x reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, nudes, swearing

a/n: Hiii i made y/n slap the guy cause he was an ass✋🏻 hope you enjoy love :) ,,,also some are in high school and some aren’t so sorry if that’s confusing <33

wc: 2.8k

Oikawa

- Your friend had recently broken up with your boyfriend and Oikawa wanted to come tell you about the rumours he’d been spreading

“No f/n, you were right to dump him he can’t expect you to stay with him when he’s never making dates and only hanging out with you when he’s drunk. That’s not a relationship” you were getting fired up just thinking about how much of a dick your friends ex was. “I know y/n, i just...i feel like i’m gonna regret it i mean i still love him, i know i shouldn’t but..” she sighed and shrugged and you held her hands comfortingly, you knew this was hard but having to build her up after every fight they had was breaking your heart and you were glad she finally managed to cut ties with him. “I know, you’ll be okay, i’ll be here the whole time m’kay? so will tooru and i’m sure he knows someone if you want to go out and have fun to get over him..” you playfully nudged her and she giggled, you were happy to finally see her seem happy. “I dont need rebound sex y/n” she rolled her eyes and you laughed together before your boyfriend, Oikawa approached you both seeming uncharacteristically nervous.

You both looked up at him expectantly “hi tooru, something wrong baby?” he sat down next to you and smiled sweetly at f/n “uh, you broke up with ex/n recently right?” your eyes widened and you slapped Toorus arm “it’s okay y/n, i figured you’d tell him anyway, i don’t mind..and yeah i did, why?” you glared at Oikawa and he laughed awkwardly “well, he’s behind the gym, i was taking a break from practise and heard your name so i listened and he was saying..things...” you looked over at your friend who was growing more anxious by the minute. You knew she’d have a million thoughts running through her head, regretting the break up. You frowned before turning to Oikawa “what things Tooru?” you were growing more frustrated by the second, thinking about that asshole. “His friend asked him about the break up and he said he broke it off cause you wanted more than sex..” Oikawa offered an apologetic smile before rubbing her shoulder “he WHAT?”.

While Oikawa was trying to comfort your friend you were seeing white, blind with rage as you stormed off ignoring your boyfriend calling you. “We should follow her, something bad is going to happen..” Tooru dragged your friend behind you as you continued on your path to the gym. That asshole couldn’t handle being dumped so he lied? what a fucking joke. You were muttering under your breath, effectively clearing the people in front of you away as the avoided your furious aura.

“Oi ex/n!” he turned around with a smug grin on his face and his friends whistled and laughed, clealry entertained “Y/n, what do i owe the p-“ he was cut off by the loud bang of your fist connecting with the bridge of his nose. He stumbled back, holding his nose as a few drops of blood hit the floor, you shook your hand, adrenaline coursing through you “you bitch!” he took a few steps towards you but you were pulled back into a firm chest “Uh, we’ll be leaving now. Don’t bother telling anyone or i’ll let the whole school know about what really happened, including your tiny dick.” Oikawa smiled widely at them before dragging you away.

When you were sitting back with your friend and Oikawa she hugged you tightly “y/n, i fucking love you” you both laughed while Oikawa stood there staring at you “ahem?” he cleared his throat. “Hi baby...?” he sighed before grabbing your hand and pressing a soft kiss against each knuckle “your adrenaline is going to go away and this is going to hurt, i’m getting you ice..f/n, make sure she stays put.” He began to stand up but you grabbed his wrist, wincing slightly “i’m sorry for making you worry Tooru” you leant down pressing a kiss to your forehead “don’t be sorry, i love how much you care about your friends, i just don’t want you hurt, i’m sure he’s worse off though, you threw a good punch i can’t wait to tell Iwa!” you both laughed before he pressed another quick kiss to your forehead, jogging off towards the gym again to grab an ice pack.

“Ugh you guys are so in love it’s gross” you friend pretended to throw up and you laughed at her “yeah” you smiled cheesily and she smiled too, she was happy you had someone so perfect for you.

Iwaizumi

You were having a night out with your best friend since she was feeling down. Her boyfriend had been distant lately so you offered to take her to a club Iwaizumi and you had gone to once to blow off some steam.

You both dressed up took some pictures before heading out. You were happy to distract your friend, she was already feeling better and excited to go out with you. You texted Iwaizumi letting him know you’ll probably crash at f/n’s house and sending him some pictures. He told you he’d stay up and wait for you to text him you got in safe anyway.

When you arrived you bought some drinks for you both and she sculled it down before moving to the dance floor, you watched amused from the bar. You felt someone staring holes into your side and so you turned to meet a very guilty face, with his arm wrapped around some girl. She was looking up at him confused “baby what’s wrong?” you scoffed audibly before making your way over to them. If your friend noticed your absence you didn’t see.

“You know, i wish i could say i was surprised...” he rolled his eyes, guilty expression vanishing as he tightened his arm around the girls waist. “So you’re the girlfriend?” you turned to look down at the girl as she scowled at you and you almost laughed. “Oh so she knows, and no sweetie i’m not.” “I am.” you turned around shocked to see your friend on the verge of tears behind you, looking heartbroken. You felt your stomach drop, you turned around to look at her now ex, wanting the Earth to open up and swallow him whole for being the reason your friend felt like this.

You don’t know what happened but suddenly your palm was red and stinging, raised into the air and he was holding his jaw, fury in his eyes. F/n grabbed your arm, quickly running out towards to the exit. “Y/n, you’re such a badass what the fuck was that?” she laughed loudly, it sounded nice despite her ruined make up and red eyes. “Are you okay?” you asked, taking out your phone to text Iwaizumi, her laugh died down and she nodded, tearing up again before hugging you. You rubbed her back soothingly.

Y/n: Hi baby, soo night out has been cut short, can you come pick us up? f/n is staying the night also hurry there’s an angry blonde girl trying to find us

Iwa: explain when i pick you up. i love you.

Y/n: mhm i love you too <3

A few minutes passed and f/n had stopped crying and was sniffling, sitting in the floor deleting photos of her ex. You heard obnoxious clicking of heels and looked to see her ex and his new girlfriend walking towards you both. You cursed under your breath, alerting f/n to the two new presences. You saw Iwaizumi’a car approaching and when he saw your panicked face he sped up, parking right in front of f/n. He guided f/n to the back seat, letting her lie down, guessing by the sight of her ex boyfriend holding another girls hand what had happened. He could see the way they looked like they were trying to kill you with their glares and came to stand beside you, “can we help you?” he wrapped a protective arm around your middle, smiling sarcastically. “Yeah, control your bitch she fucking slapped me.” he chuckled dryly and Iwaizumis grip tightened, “y/n get in the car.” you gripped his arm “zumi don’t, he isn’t worth it he’s pathetic” he looked down to see your pleading gaze and he sighed, kissing your forehead before turning and walking you both back to the car. “Hey-“ “Shut up man, you lost a good one.” Your friends ex walked off angrily and you both got in the car.

After a few minutes of driving, Iwaizumi rested his hand on your thigh, you could tell he was tense so you rubbed his hand “relax baby, i’m okay..” he relaxed his shoulders and loosened his other hand on the steering wheel. “I know but he’s an ass and i don’t trust him” he was stroking your thigh trying to calm himself down. You looked behind to see f/n “hi, you feeling okay ?” she nodded, smiling at you. “Iwaizumi i just thought you should know she did hit him pretty hard” you both giggled and iwaizumi squeezed your leg, letting out a loud laugh as he brought your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch with your best friend while Iwaizumi made you both food and put on some movies. Iwaizumi watched you both from the kitchen, admiring you taking care of your friend with a love sick grin on his face.

Matsukawa

You were at your best friends apartment waiting for your food to arrive, you were having dinner with her and sleeping over since she just broke up with her boyfriend. They’d been together for ages, he even introduced you to your boyfriend Issei, eventually he got toxic and started preventing your friend from hanging out with you guys.

The door bell rang and you sprung up to go answer it, “i got it, stay here but pause the movie.” you opened the door revealing your boyfriend looking down at you. “Hi baby” you chuckled, surprised as he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head before moving to the lounge room where f/n was.

“Hi f/n, i’m sorry for coming over unannounced but have you spoken to ex/n recently?” she sent you a worried glance and you sat down next to her “Uh you guys aren’t together anymore are you?” you shook your head no and he paused. “Look, i’m really sorry f/n, i was on snapchat and he posted a...photo of you on his private..” she pulled out her phone hastily swiping through, she was stressed as a million thoughts clouded her mind “he removed me...” you looked over to issei who took out his phone.

You held his phone and opened the story, it was f/n naked on a bed with a caption “new whore on the market”, the next was a video of him and some friends at a park, one you recognised. F/n snatched the phone from your hand and started shaking, you gripped the pillow beside you, growing enraged at how far he went and how stressed your friend was. You stood up and walked out of the apartment, Issei followed behind you questioning you. You ignored him and got into his car, driving to the park. Issei stood in the driveway dumbfounded “f/n, y/n’s gone crazy again where’s your car?” f/n was crying now, she came out and pointed to her car parked across the street and Issei guided her to it, rubbing her back to try and calm her down.

You pulled up in front of the park and stepped out of the car, one of his friends snickered “damn she didn’t bring f/n with her, i mean they’re not bad either” they started to laugh and you ignored the growing pit in your stomach, approaching ex/n. The smug look on his face only antagonised your further as he leaned back against the fence. You wanted to wipe that look off his face so you brought your balled fist up and connected it with his jaw. He fell back further into the fence and as held your fist in your hand. His friends started to approach you, you didn’t hear a car door slamming over your own shriek when a firm arm gripped your upper arm. You winced as the grip tightening before an arm encased your middle “issei?” the man loosened his grip on your arm as Issei towered over him. “Let go.” his face looked calm, mocking almost but his voice was dripping with venom and the man let go. “Great.” Issei lifted you up and hauled you over his shoulder putting you in the car.

“Issei i’m sorry i know i shouldn’t have hit him but he was such an ass and f/n didn’t deserve that..” he furrowed his brows as he drove “i’m not mad” you looked at him “really?” he threw his head back and let out a laugh “babe are you serious? you were so badass, if you didn’t hit him i would’ve anyway” you smiled up at him and giggled “are you okay though?” you nodded and he glanced over at you.

After going back to f/n’s house, Issei iced your hand and pressed a few kisses to your upper arm where a small bruise was forming. “I love you, so much baby, i’ll see you later okay? Take care f/n, i’m really sorry, it’s been taken down” she nodded and offered him a smile and you hugged him in return “i love you too, i’ll text you okay?” he smirked at you before kissing you quickly.

F/n and you binged some shitty rom coms and did some face masks while trying to relax after a stressful day.

Hanamaki (sorry his is kind of short)

You were walking around with Makki after your date night, going to get ice cream. “Makki its this way, we’ve been here before!” you attempted to drag your boyfriend by the arm “babe it’s this way, i think i would know” he rolled his eyes “Makki i stg, you’ll see you’re wrong” you stuck out your tongue and he kissed it quickly, you scrunched up your face and wiped it “you’re gross” you both laughed until you heard someone yelling.

You turned to see your best friend looking down at the ground while her boyfriend yelled at her, throwing his arms up and growing more and more frustrated. “Y/n, isn’t that f/n, what the fuck?” Makki started approaching the couple and you quickly followed behind. “Makki wait, he’s really angry what’re you going to do?” you held onto his sleeve as he sped up.

F/n, Matsukawa, you and Makki had been friends for years, attending middle school together and high school. When you and Makki got together you remained friends but f/n quickly grew away from you when she got a boyfriend, barely returning texts, avoiding you at school. You didn’t understand why but you had a feeling it wasn’t malicious, you never liked her boyfriend anyway, so you weren’t mad at her. In fact, despite the circumstances, you were happy to see her, you’d missed her. Makki also missed her, the dynamic the four of you had, he hated her boyfriend.

“Makki? Y/n?” f/n looked up to see you both approaching her angrily. “Oi, can you not pay attention to me for once jesus this is why you were single for so long” your friend cast her gaze back down and you felt a rage bubble up inside you. You’d spent many nights with Makki wondering why f/n hadn’t been speaking with you much, assuming the worst about her boyfriend while Makki joked about him, assuring you he’d never act that way and here he was confirming your theories. You could see Makki tense up before he grabbed his collar “What the fuck do you think you’re doing talking to her like that” he turned to look at Makki and when he did you swung your hand, slapping him. His head whipped back as Makki loosened his grip, turning to you with a massive grin “damn, nice one babe” before he shoved him to the ground grabbing f/n and running away.

You both laughed loudly, dragging f/n away, after a few minutes of running you stopped. “Babe, i told you the ice cream shop was the other way” you whined before you heard sniffling beside you, “f/n...are you okay, i’m sorry i didn’t help you sooner, i wasn’t sure and i’m sorry he was treating you so badly and i didn’t know..” you looked down, grabbing her hands, she smiled at you tearily before pulling you into a hug. Makki joined in, hugging you both as she whispered into your chest “i’ve missed you guys, so, so much.” you laughed with her “i miss you too, stay the night will you? We have ice cream at home” Makki groaned as you sent him a glare “c’mon you two, i’ll call Mattsun, it’s about time we all caught up.” you both nodded and began walking home together.

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ramp-it-up · 4 years

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Some Nights

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Explicit language, SMUT, explicit hetero sex, same sex explicit sex (f x f), oral sex (f giving/receiving), alcohol induced sex, feeble alcohol hitting, sex under false pretenses, drinking, cheating, lying. All the relationship revenge type angst.

A/N: This is supposed to be a sweet little “breakup to make up” smut prompt ask. My mind took this waaayyyy left and... well here it is. This is a mess of broken hearts, rebounding, and revenge sex. Please do not read if this is triggering. This is not smut lite.

Also, I know the timeline is wonky, but in this AU In the Heights does not interfere with Lin and Chris touring with FLS.

I MUST thank @einfachniemand for the invaluable advice on the Billie love scene. Could not have done it without her. 🥰

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8 months later, March 2012

You were with Lin on the rooftop, one of your favorite low key, low cost activities, and the late March air was cool. The moon was full, and the music from your iPod was right. Lin-Manuel was keeping you warm in his arms and a blanket that he’d brought.

It was so romantic. All was right with the world. You thought.

“I’m going to miss you when you are on tour, but the month will fly by and before you know it, we’ll be back up here.”

You smiled up at him as he held you, trying to keep a brave face because Lin was leaving in the middle of the week for Barcelona.

“Yeah… about that…” He sat up, moved away from you and cleared his throat. Then, he looked at you.

“I think we need to take a break.”

You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly when he said it. The smile on your face was frozen in place.

“What?”

“Well, I was talking to Chris...and… Well, I’m not sure that I want to shut myself off from the possibilities in Spain…”

You took a second to process, then you got it. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Chris told you to dump me so you can go be a hoe in Spain?”

Lin shook his head and frowned.

“No, no… it wasn’t like that. Chris loves you. He just asked me some very tough questions about us being apart for a month, and I- I don’t want to hurt you…”

You got up, and grabbed your bottle of wine.

“Might as well do it now, instead of later, hunh?”

“I think it’s for the best. I’m sorry….”

You were numb.

“I can’t believe I stuck by you through all the starving artist bullshit, rooftop dates instead of going out, streaming movies instead of seeing shows....”

You stopped, because you were getting heated, and when you got heated you cried, and you refused to cry in front of Lin.

“To expect you to stick by me for four weeks while you’re in Spain is too much to ask. I guess..”

You straightened your spine and held your head up.

“I guess I know that this wasn’t what I thought it was.”

“Have a nice life Lin. When you leave, do not knock on my door. Just go straight to hell.”

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Fuck Lin Manuel Miranda

His damn hair, fucking long eyelashes, the little dimples he gets when he gets that little smirk on his fucking stupid beautiful face.

The view from beneath him. Those goddamn lips.

Mutherfukin Lin Manuel Miranda.

You’d let him charm his way into your heart and into your pants. And damn, what he had in his pants gave you so much joy.

The fact that you were crying was not for Lin. You were crying for being too trusting and too liberal with your heart.

You weren’t going to let anyone have a chance to break it again.

Yes, that was the reason.

You didn’t miss Lin at all.

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Mayra gave you the long weekend to be pitiful, and then you had to get back on your grind, and moving on with your life without Lin.

Your best friend since middle school felt guilty because she’d introduced you to him, a friend of a friend, one night at a bowling alley.

You and Lin had hit it off immediately. Very immediately, in fact, and were inseparable for a solid 8 months.

But despite feeling bad about it, Mayra wasn’t about to let you mope around and waste your life missing him. And she was right.

Lin left for Barcelona on a Wednesday, and by Saturday night, you were out with Mayra, mingling and meeting new people.

Mayra’s scene wasn’t your scene, but everybody was nice, fun, and attractive. You weren’t really with it, but you’d be damned if you were going to wither away in your room.

You had just finished dancing with Mayra and her friends and you needed to sit this one out.

The 6-inch heels you were wearing and the blazer over lingerie top look was not a good combination for vigorous dancing.

You were hot and your feet were killing you.

You nursed your drink and watched your bestie having fun, when someone approached you.

Gorgeous lips, caramel skin and stunning brown eyes sized you up.

Why is it always the eyes? You felt something that you weren’t too sure about.

“I like the way you make that pink push up bra look intellectual.”

Curious and amused, you looked into the brown eyes and laughed.

“I’m Billie.”

She extended her hand and you shook it. You knew what kind of bar this was, but you weren’t expecting this.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh. I’m, I’m not…”

Billie flashed a gorgeous smile at you.

“Relax. You’re cute, but I can tell, you ain’t ready for this yet. I just had to come say hi, though. Drinks....As friends?”

You accepted and spent the night dying laughing at your new friend’s witticisms.

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The next week, you were chilling with Billie at the crib, along with a bunch of other folks that Mayra had invited over.

You were on the roof, telling her all about Lin, and you started to cry again.

“...And then he just, breaks up with me because he wants to go to Spain and fuck Spanish FLS groupies…..”

It was about the 10th time that you’d cried about it. You were tired of hearing yourself. Billie just rubbed your back and listened.

“I would never put up with that from a man. And you shouldn’t either.”

When you started sobbing, she apologized.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s…... okay….” you gasped, trying to calm down.

She hugged you, rubbing your back and pressing you close.

You felt some kind of way and pulled back.

“Bill… I don’t want to lead you on.”

Billie just smiled that gorgeous smile.

“It’s cool. No stress. I’m just here to listen. Let’s go back downstairs.”

You nodded and rejoined the party, feeling more comfortable with Billie than before, partly because she was giving you some space.

You couldn’t help but sneak glances as she mingled with everyone at the party and when your eyes met. Whew.

Who knew?

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The next week, you were in your apartment with Billie again, this time, alone.

You’d invited her over, because she was quickly becoming the person you most liked to talk to and you hadn’t really talked in person since the previous weekend.

You gave her a glass of wine and settled down onto the couch, comfortable in your tank top and sweatpants. Not seductive at all.

Billie looked cute as always in button down blue silk shirt and jeans with her hair up.

“I want to apologize for last week. I just vomited my emotions all over you and you were nothing but amazing about it.”

Billie laughed. She was so damn beautiful.

“I told you no worries!”

“Can I ask you a question? Why are you doing all this for me?”

Billie took a drink and set her glass down on the coffee table. She leaned back on the couch.

“Do you mean do I have any ulterior motives?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, no question that I think you are attractive, and that I would love…”

She shook her head and straightened up.

“But, I’ve fallen for enough straight-but not so straight women to know that I should let you make the first move.”

She bit her lip and you put your wine down because it was making you warm.

You reached for and grabbed her hand. You shifted it to entwine your fingers with hers.

You kissed her palm and drew her closer to you, her hovering over you on the couch. She didn't move, forcing you to bring your neck up to kiss her lips tentatively and softly.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and brought her body down to rest next to yours on the couch and looked into her eyes. You ran your hand down the side of her body, feeling all of her curves. And you moved to kiss her again.

This time her soft lips opened to accept your tongue and you played hide and seek, exploring.

You pulled back to look at her again, giggling now, a smile plastered on her face.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for two weeks,” Billie whispered in your ear before kissing your neck.

Her fingers rubbed teasingly at the skin where your tank top had ridden up, and rotated around to your ass, fingers slipping into the back of your sweats.

You moaned softly as she tugged your earlobe between her teeth and then kissed along your jawline.

You wanted to feel her, so you brougt your hand up her side to feel her breast over her shirt, and found it warm and soft to the touch, except for the hardening nipples that you gently played with.

Looking into her eyes, you saw the desire there and leaned over to kiss her again. She kissed you back harder, pushing her hands deeper into your sweats and cupped your ass with both hands, kneading your flesh tenderly.

You wanted her to touch you at your core, but her teasing fingers never seemed to get there.

Next, she moved one hand from your butt to pull up your tank top, exposing your nipple to the cool air of the room.

She took your breast in her hand and squeezed it, thumb running lightly over your nipple. You moan and leaned back while putting your hands in her hair.

Billie moaned and ran her thumb over your nipple and teased them until they were achingly hard and sensitive.

When she leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, making her way slowly, oh so slowly to your nipple, it caused your pussy to ache and throb while soaking your panties.

You groaned in frustration as she continued to tease you for a while before her mouth reached your nipple, moaning around it and sucking gently at first before picking up intensity.

Her hand moved to the front of your pants, tracing your wet lips through your panties but applying no pressure.

You were a moaning, quivering mess as you rocked against her fingers, trying to get what you needed.

Billie separated from you to take off her shirt, smiling at you as you shed your clothes.

She looked over your body and brought her eyes up to yours, smiled into them, and took your face in her hands.

Next, those hands roamed down your body, circling slowly, grasping gently here and there, teasing you to a soaking wet mess on the couch cushions.

“Please!” you whispered, squirming in agony.

Billie chuckled and held your gaze as her hand finally rested in your core, lightly pinching your clit between her fingers. She just played with it as you moaned beneath her.

“I love watching you like this,” she whispered as she teased you some more. “Do you like it?”

She looked so cute as she asked, but all you can do is nod and bite your lip.

She smiled at you and lowered her head to your skin while you watched intently. She kissed and sucked at the skin on your stomach and thighs, looking up to establish eye contact again and again.

You whined and tried to keep still as she neared your core and gently opened your thighs. She looked at you for the longest time before her mouth met your pussy and finally licked through your folds.

You shuddered, already almost cuming as you waited for more.

She kept eye contact with you as she sucked your clit gently, humming while you quivered in her mouth. She then traced her tongue around your entire cunt, kissing and sucking those lips gently, but expertly.

Finally, she manipulated your clit with her tongue, and alternated that with inserting it far inside you as she could go.

When she sucked hard at it, you came, feeling like you never had before.

Somehow, you wound up on the floor in her arms.

And the night had just begun.

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May 2012

You walked home slowly from the subway, trying to think of a good reason not to get there.

You felt like throwing up, knowing that Lin would be there on your rooftop with the rest of FLS. You did not want to face him.

It had been almost two months since you last saw him and you were having fun with Billie. She stopped you from wondering just who you were. The love you had for her was real.

But there was some reason, which you did not want to name, that caused you not to want to see Lin.

You saw his face often enough when you awoke, in that space between dream and reality. That was sufficient torture, aside from having to see him in person at an event that was supposed to be fun.

But Mayra had started to harass you two weeks ago.

"Come on! You've got to be there on my birthday. I’ll make sure Lin doesn't bother you, but UTK won’t come without him and I’m trying to get that D again. I need it to survive. Don't you love me?”

She pouted at you and when that didn’t seem to work, she resorted to outright threats.

“I’ll never speak to you again if you don't come.”

This continued every day until the party.

Being trapped on a rooftop with Lin for three hours wasn't your idea of fun.

Anymore.

And to top it off, Billie had to work tonight. This sucked big time. But you had decided to be there for your friend.

"She better know I love her, " you whispered to yourself as you stepped out on the roof.

You were greeted by Chris almost as soon as you arrived. He enveloped you in a bear hug. You stiffly hugged him back. You still felt some kinda way.

He held you away from him.

"You look good, girl, long time no see!”

You nodded at him stiffly. “How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, promoting and stuff. The Spain trip was good."

You nodded again and looked around the roof.

“He told me he would stay away from you.”

You looked back at Chris. “Who?”

“You know who.” You just smiled tightly and looked down.

“What’s up with you?” His voice was suspicious.

You looked up and stared him straight in the eye, not wanting to be intimidated.

“I don’t know Chris? Just maybe you told my boyfriend to break up with me so he could hoe around Europe with you guys. That was a little annoying.”

Chris raised his arms in self defense.

“Wait a minute, Missy. I did not tell him that. What I told him was that if he could not definitely, without a doubt, be true to you, that he needed to be straight with you. If he had any doubts at all. That you deserved better.”

You just look up at this big, sweet man and willed yourself not to cry.

“Oh.” That was all you could say.

“But maybe I shouldn’t have said anything because he fucked that whole conversation up and wound up sulking the entire trip. All of his freestyles were about you, you know.”

“I don’t care Chris, because you’re right. He did fuck up. I’ve moved on.” You held your chin high.

Chris smiled at you. “Too bad for Lin. Your new man is a lucky guy.”

You smiled back. “My new woman is a lucky girl.”

“Oh.” That was all he could say. He recovered quickly however. “Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Thanks friend.”

You smiled and gave him a hug, feeling better about a lot of things. Lin Manuel Miranda was a world class idiot.

You grabbed a red solo cup full of something and stood at the railing looking over the city.

"Heyyyy, what's crackin'?"

You turned around to see Utkarsh standing behind you. You smiled at him.

"Hey UTK! What it do?"

"Well, give me a hug. I’ve missed you, too. Mayra won’t let me near you since we’ve been back, I don’t know why.”

You knew why. You hadn't really wanted to see any of the FLS guys since you and Lin broke up.

You hugged him. "She’s probably jealous of our love." You smiled at your friend.

“Right.” Utkarsh smiled at you. Then he frowned.

“Wait, why would she be jealous? She said she and I were just friends…”

You laughed at his back as he went to find Mayra. Well, you’d manage to wingman without even trying. Your job should be done for the night. You turned around to leave, running right into Mayra.

"Happy birthday, Bitch!" You squealed and hugged her.

"Thank you, boo! I didn't think you would actually come! I'm so happy!"

"You mean I had a choice? I seem to remember some very specific and lethal threats if I didn't get my ass on this roof tonight."

"No, it's because you love me." Mayra made a face at you.

"But seriously though. The roof is big enough that you don't have to be near Lin if you don't want to. Try to have a good time."

"Girl, I'm going to have a blast! As long as there is booze and music, I'm good to go." You lied to your bestie.

"Okay girl, do you want me to stay with you so no one will bother you?"

You knew what she meant.

"No girl, I don't need a bodyguard. Have fun, mingle, be a good hostess. I'll be fine."

You pushed Mayra away from you.

You sighed and walked toward the bar. Before you made it there, you were enveloped in Shockwave and Jelly Donut. They both hugged you, making a sandwich.

"Guys, I can't breathe!"

They released you, laughing. Shockwave got right to it.

“You know It killed Lin when you two broke up. He was a bitch in Spain."

Your heart clenched.

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. I'm just here to have a good time for Mayra. Can we just chill with all that?"

"Okay, okay. I had to try. I know he's an idiot, but..." Sully barreled on. Andrew started poking him in the side.

"What???” Andrew gave Sully a look and he was chastened.

“Sorry love. We'll let you go mingle.”

"Yes, thank you."

You felt like getting good and drunk. You looked at your phone and saw that there were two and a half hours left of the party. Might as well start now. You downed your drink and went to get another.

You ran into Arthur. He winked at you as you apologized.

"No worries, you better eat something if you are going to drink like that. You can't hang with the big boys like me."

You rolled your eyes and finished the second drink.

“You’re skinnier than I am, tuh.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about when I say big boy.”

You looked at him in shock, and then burst out laughing. You loved these guys. Too bad Lin got them in the break up.

You sighed and began working on your third drink.

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Lin spotted you when you first stepped on the roof. He moved out of your line of sight and watched as Chris talked to you.

Geez, you were fine as hell. The dress you were wearing was everything and the heels made your ass pop. Damn.

He went and got a drink, still watching you. He felt like a stalker. Chris came over.

"I tried to get her to talk to you, but she wasn't having it."

They both watched you and UTK talking.

"Man, you are an idiot. You're lucky you're my brother, or I would kick your ass for letting that go."

“Thanks, my guy.” Lin’s reply was dripping with sarcasm.

“Any time. Next time listen with your big boy brain before you do something that dumb.”

Lin was ready to fight. Luckily, Chris left. Then UTK came up, talking shit.

"Lin, you douche! How could you be so dumb, man?”

They watched the Jelly/Shockwave/You sandwich.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

Lin moved to the other side of the roof where Sully came up to him. Lin put his hands up.

“Before you say it, I'm going to stay out of her way. I'm not trying to ruin Mayra’s party. Just about two hours to go."

“Good, because you have fucked this one up royally.” Sully shook his head as Lin stalked off.

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After some drinks, you started to loosen up and have fun. You danced with Mayra and all of FLS minus one.

You thought you saw Lin a couple of times out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was gone. Every time that happened, you went and got a drink.

By the end of the night, you were looking at the sky and trying to sober up.

"The sky is beautiful tonight."

You jumped. Lin was there, watching you. You just looked at him and started back downstairs.

"Don't leave, please. Let me talk to you."

He followed you down to your apartment.

"You said all there was to say. I'm done."

You put your arms around yourself. All of a sudden you were cold. You stared Lin down, but he didn’t budge.

"What do you want, Lin?"

He sighed. This isn't going to be easy, he thought. He looked into your beautiful eyes and decided to go for it. There was nothing left to lose.

"Honestly? I want you back." His heart was in his throat as he said it.

You closed your eyes. You couldn't go there. No matter what your heart was doing in your chest.

"No. No, you do what you did and you want me to come back? To trust you? You promised you wouldn't hurt me. I can't with you Lin, I just can't."

His heart actually hurt.

"I'm so sorry…. "

You didn't let him finish.

"Please! Don't give me the same tired old clichés every dude gives their girl when they fuck up!"

You were far from cold now.

"If I took you back, what's gonna happen the next time you go on tour? I am not a yo-yo Lin!"

Lin reached for you. "It's not going to happen again, I've learned...."

"Don't fucking touch me! You have some muthafuckin nerve!"

Lin kept moving toward you.

"Back the fuck up! Don't come near me! Get off of me!"

You began hitting him when he took you in his arms.

"Tell me that you don't want me to hold you, that you don't want to be with me. Tell me you don't miss us, this. Tell me that you don't want me to and I'll leave you alone."

Lin pressed himself against you, and you stopped fighting. You melted on the inside. The alcohol had you loose. Suddenly you had a thought.

"Fuck it. You're right. I have missed you."

You moaned as he put his lips on your neck. You wanted him so badly.

"Let's go in here." You nodded toward your bedroom.

Lin's heart leapt and he gladly followed you.

You attacked him when you got inside.

"Whoa, hold up...."

"No, let's do it. Don't say anything or I will change my mind."

You turned around, pulled your dress up, got on the bed and bent over, ass in the air.

"Fuck me, Lin. Please."

Lin was confused. One minute you were fighting him, next you were begging for it. But he wasn't going to argue. He wanted you too bad. He moved your panties to the side, took out his hard cock and quickly and roughly entered your warm, tight goodness.

The stretch hurt a little, but it was welcome. It had been a while since you had taken a cock and Lin’s was your favorite.

You became wet rapidly, and although you wanted Lin to hurt you as a sort of penance, it felt amazing.

"Ohhh, you feel so good. Shit! I've missed this. So tight for me…”

Lin moaned through his dick wanting to explode. He hadn’t had anyone else since you, for about three months.

"I said don't talk!"

You were trying to blank your mind of what you were doing.

Lin felt like right now he was in heaven, and heaven was you. Lin shut up and started giving it to you harder, just like he knew you liked. He smacked your ass, hard.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes!"

You quivered, especially when he smacked it. Forceful Lin was one of your favorite Lins. Damn. You savored the contact as Lin, all of his manhood, hit your spot.

It felt so damn good after so much emotion and time.

To Lin, all that mattered was you right now. He fought not to come until he felt your body pounding with your orgasm.

Almost as soon as it was over, you turned around and looked at him. He looked up from buttoning up his pants and smiled. You could tell that he was thinking this was the beginning of your reunion.

You leaned in and gave him a good, long kiss, preparing to give the greatest acting performance of your life.

"Goodbye, Lin. That was just what I needed. Have a good life."

His goddamn adorable face registered confusion.

"What? What do you mean?"

"This was closure. “

The way his face changed broke your heart. But he’d broken yours.

Lin was stricken. "But,I love you. That's why I...."

You interrupted him.

"It's not you, it's me. I needed that to get you out of my system. "

You looked at him coldly, a mess on the inside.

"That's not all we have. We love each other!” Lin was trying to make sense of the situation.

“You're telling me that after this you don't want to get back together?" He couldn't believe what you were saying.

"As far as getting back together, we're not. This didn't mean anything; I am drunk off my ass and I had a lapse in judgement. It's not going to go any further."

"But you love me, I know it." He reached for you.

You moved out of his reach and toward the door.

"I told you, I can't, I won't let my guard down again with anyone. I can't love anymore."

Lin was looking at you with his mouth open.

You straightened your dress and left your room, ignoring the fact that Lin was calling your name. You were ready to be alone.

There, outside your door, was Billie.

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Not So Sloppy Seconds

HoseokxReader

Warnings: Smut, cheating, everyone is cheating I fuckin swear, spanking, oral, swearing, babie hobi begs for cuddles, kink talk Word count: 4.5k summary: you were sick of being second best and getting everything after her, Jung Hoseok bight be the only thing you settle being second best for. Banner by @lightupmyass/ @ot7-hoes

‘Parties, stupid fucking parties.’ You mutter, wiping alcohol off your new dress, stained by some fucking moron stumbling about with a full plastic cup. Well, now it was empty and all down the front of your brand-new expensive dress. Why did you wear this to a fucking house party? Sighing, you throw the tissue down, running your hands through your hair. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you leave the bathroom. The smell of the alcohol down the front of your dress was making you want to puke, the sweaty smell in the air making you pinch your nose as you run towards the emptier kitchen.

‘Move!’ You yell, causing couples to scamper and slide to the side, giving you dirty looks. You loved the amount of power you commanded in a room, a small perk of being popular and rich. Yes, it may be daddy’s plastic, but you work for your money! Pretending to love that old fool of a father, that was a full acting job. There was only one man you loved, Not including Marc Jacob of course, but he was painfully taken by a blonde little bitch. You hated her with every ounce of your designer clad body, and it went back further than you cared to remember. She stole everything that was to be yours, like your place at the Hamptons, or the dinner with George Clooney, god what an old heartthrob. You may get everything you want, but that wasn’t the point right now. The point was, everything there was to have, she had it the second before you, and that includes, Jung Hoseok. Although, from the light gossip you’ve heard recently, from some very reliable sources, things may be going south soon. That’s why you’re at this stupid house party, surrounded by his stupid friends, and her stuck up ones. You are here for him, and him only. You liked the boys, they were tolerable, some more than others, but you really did not have time for drunk people and their breath in your face.

‘Hey, I’m really sorry I spilled my drink on you!’ The young boy shouted, making you spin to look at him. He was quite an adorable looking boy. All the boys Hoseok befriended were very attractive, but definitely not worth it. This one had long black hair, tattoos, piercings. To anyone else he may seem like a fuck boy, someone to break your heart, yet he was the biggest child ever. He would have been worth it if he really was the bad boy, he looked like. Regardless, he was still the idiot who stumbled over his own feet with a drink in his hand. You just roll your eyes at him, taking the cup out of his hand, slamming it on the counter, saving your dress from another spillage.

‘Kook something right? Please don’t talk to me, I’m here to see Hoseok and that’s it.’ The boy hiccupped, blinking slowly, completely shit faced.

‘Hoseok you say? He’s in the living room by the snacks, do you want me to-‘

‘Thanks kid!’ You scream over your shoulder, he stood in the kitchen, still talking to himself, reactions about ten seconds too slow. He shrugged when he realised you were gone, shouting a ‘Your welcome’ over his shoulder. He poured himself another drink, wondering where the hell his last one went.

Hoseok didn’t know half of the people piled into his house right now. He knew about 10 people realistically, the rest being his girlfriend’s friends or people that may have just heard about the party. Taehyung was really good at spreading word about these things, especially if they weren’t held in his home. He loved inviting girls he had maybe looked at twice, hoping to score with them, but tonight might be the first time he was thankful for Taehyung’s big mouth. You looked around the living room, looking painfully lost and out of place. The only one who stood out, and it wasn’t because your white sparkly dress had a pretty pink stain down the centre. It’s because everyone else was drunk, and having fun, yet you were looking for something, or rather someone. You were playing with your fingers and frowning, but the second your eyes locked with his, you relaxed. He just smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirked back, biting on your lower lip, trying to act as bashful as you possibly could. There was no harm in talking to you right? He could walk over to you and say hi, there was no crime in that. His feet moved on their own, a voice calling his name, making him freeze on the spot.

‘Hobi baby, Taehyung was telling me…’ She cut herself off, following his line of sight to you, narrowing her eyes at you. You turned to look at her, finally tearing your eyes away from her boyfriend. You scoffed, rolling your eyes turning your back to them both. ‘Who are you looking at Hoseok?’ She asked innocently, stepping in front of him. His eyes landed back on her, making him want to scoff. He controlled himself regardless, settling on a neutral expression. Her lipstick was smudged, eyes glazed over, hair a mess. Taehyung was telling me bullshit, he thought, must have been showing her the inside of his fucking mouth. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what was happening behind his back. Neither of them being very smart about it. If she was going to cheat with his best friend, she could at least try to be sneaky with it. The first time he realised he came home early, her leaving his bedroom, but he let that pass, realising he could have just been keeping her company. The longer it went on however, he had to face the facts, still not doing anything about it.

‘No one. What was Taehyung telling you?’ He lied, changing the subject. He gave her every opportunity to tell him, every chance to come clean, yet she never took it, would rather lie straight to his face.

‘Oh, I forgot! I’m going to go to the toilet, wait for me?’ She asked, He nodded, accepting the kiss she planted on his cheek as she ran off. He rolled his eyes, finishing the drink in his hand, walking his way over to you.

‘I didn’t know you were coming. Cute dress by the way.’ You groaned, covering up the front.

‘Stop it, your stupid friend spilled his drink all over me. Thanks to him I’ve spent this entire party in a toilet trying to get the- what are you doing?’ He took off the over shirt he was wearing, handing it to you.

‘You study fashion, right? Figure out something to do, or, I can take you home. You don’t look like you’re having much fun here anyway.’ He suggested, smirking as you narrowed your eyes at him.

‘Is that the only reason you’re offering to take me home? Don’t tease me Hoseok.’ You chide, smacking his arm. He laughed, grabbing your hand that was closer to the wall, making sure no one saw him.

‘I’m not teasing. Let’s get out of here.’ He nodded, conveying his honesty in his eyes. You bit your lip, supressing the smile.

‘And your girlfriend?’

‘You never liked her anyway, what’s the issue now?’ He smirked, whispering in your ear. You nodded, quickly leading him out of his own house, down the path to your car. You didn’t actually take a drink, coming here for one thing only, so you jumped in the driver seat, taking you both to your house. His flannel lay over your legs, making you smile.

‘So, I heard things aren’t so happy in paradise anymore.’ You teased, you didn’t want this to be a one-night thing, and if that’s what he has in mind, you should probably just take him for ice cream or something, because no way were you going to sleep with him. Ice-cream was innocent enough to just be two kids coming out of a party, it didn’t seem like a date. That way if he still wanted the lying bitch, he could still have her.

‘Pfft, you’re telling me. I don’t like talking about her, but I’ll make an exception for you. She’s been sleeping with Taehyung for about four months, I’ve given her every chance to admit it but she’s a stubborn little bitch. The relationship has been over for months, I’m just too much of a coward to end things.’ He replied, watching out his window, watching the dark be lightened by street lights every second. The drive to your neighbourhood was pretty, something he could really get used to looking at. The trees passing by, the houses getting more and more expensive. Hoseok wasn’t poor, he could afford the good schools and a nice home for himself, but he wasn’t as well off as you.

‘So, what am I? A rebound? Revenge sex?’ He looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together.

‘Are you not happy with that? Is that not what you want?’ He questioned, confused by how your whole demeanour had changed in one question and answer.

‘Honestly, I want you, I always have, but not like that. If that’s all you want, I can loop round and drive you home. I realise this isn’t the best time for a relationship and whatever, but she-‘ You cut yourself off, eyes widening as you focused on the road, and nothing else. You swore if you were to get Hoseok, you would do it right, with no tactics, no spilling of the truth.

‘She what? Hey don’t just leave it like that.’ He frowned, knotting his eyebrows together. You sighed, stopping at the traffic light, running your hands through your hair, rubbing the palms of your hands on your eyes. Realising too late, you just ruined your make-up.

‘She only asked you out because I wanted you. For the past six months, she’s been with you so I couldn’t be. Don’t you think it’s weird she only clings to you when she’s noticed me? Or how she’s been sleeping with Taehyung since basically the start of your relationship? Wake up Hoseok.’ He frowned, as you pulled into your driveway, inviting him in. This didn’t really seem like a sex vibe anymore. You let him sit down on the couch, relaxing into the fabric, looking around. You made him a cup of tea, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both.

‘I don’t understand, what do you want me to do?’ He asked, eyes wide and staring at you. You smiled, placing a hand on top of his, rubbing gently at the soft skin.

‘I want you to break up with her, duh. This isn’t about what I want though, it’s about you.’ You reply, standing up to head back into the kitchen, taking the dress off, and buttoning his shirt up instead. Your excuse being the alcohol was giving you a headache. You sat back down beside him; his eyebrows knitted together over the rim of the cup.

He liked you, but you never showed interest in him, how was he supposed to know himself? Was he meant to be a mind reader? Fuck, girls were so shit. One likes him but never tells him, would rather suffer seeing someone else hanging off him. The other told him she likes him, but she doesn’t really, she is just faking to what? Sleep with his best friend and fuck over you? Don’t girls know men are stupid? Don’t they know they need everything handed to them on a very obvious platter. It should have signs, that light up that scream ‘I’M INTO YOU!’ Then he might actually understand.

‘So, you like me?’

‘Yes.’

‘And she didn’t at all?’

‘Nope.’

‘Wild.’ He scoffs, taking a long drawn out sip of the tea. You look at him, confused.

‘I’m sorry?’ You question, tucking your legs under your body. He puts the cup down on the table, sinking back into your couch.

‘What isn’t there to like? What a bitch, I’m delightful, been a perfect boyfriend. I know she’s been cheating this whole time and I haven’t done shit, not even done it myself! I’m, wow.’ He speaks, astounded, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. ‘But you really like me, and didn’t even try anything. Why?’ Really why did you never try anything before today? You had every chance, every opportunity to at least try. For six months you suffered knowing what she was doing, really you didn’t want to hurt him, but at least he wouldn’t look like an idiot being cheated on.

‘I may hate her, but I’ve never been one to take something just because I want it. Most of the time daddy can buy it for me anyway. She may have things first, but I always get my way eventually.’ He smirked at you, leaning more onto your side of the couch, playing with the hem of his shirt on your leg.

‘And is this going to go your way today?’ He asked, motioning between himself and you. You shrugged, playing with his fingers.

‘That all depends on you, I don’t think daddy can pay for you.’ You replied, looking up at him, his eyes hooded, tongue peaking out of his lips. He leaned into your space, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his other hand travel further up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of the shirt.

‘This can go any way you want it to baby, do you want me?’

‘Yes.’ You breathe, no hesitation. He smirked, leaning in the extra bit, tenderly placing his lips on yours, gently cradling your face. It felt weirdly loving, wondering if she had ever felt this kind of love from him. You doubted it.

‘What about your girlfriend?’ You whisper between kisses, him gradually crawling on top of you, body now laying on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, thrusting your hips up to connect with his.

‘What girlfriend?’ He whispered back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt. He had to admit; it looked so much fucking better on you, so much so he might let you keep it. You smiled into the kiss, letting him slip the shirt off your shoulders, just leaving it draping over your arms. He pulled back for a moment, just taking in your body. You never wore a bra with the dress, and your panties may as well be non-existent. He licked his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

‘Jesus, are you sure you weren’t expecting sex from me today angel?’ He laughed, slipping his shirt off in that oddly sexual way men do. You were no prude, if a boy was cute enough, and you weren’t getting your own way, you would do anything to get it. For example, if things hadn’t worked in your favour tonight, you would have found one of his stupid yet cute friends to fuck around with.

‘I was expecting sex, no-one said it had to be with you.’ You teased, popping the button of his jeans open, he put his hand over yours, stopping you. You wanted to rile him up a little bit, make him realise you were so much better than his girlfriend.

‘What do you mean by that?’ he tilted his head, staring at you with a look you would find terrifying in any other situation. You just smiled, sitting yourself up, breasts pressed against his now bare chest, his arm wrapped around your back, supporting your weight so you didn’t fall backwards.

‘I mean, if you had decided to stay, I would have fucked one of your little friends. Maybe that tall one with the dimples? He seems like the most tolerable.’ You provoked him, waiting for something to happen. He just laughed, taking his hands off yours, letting you continue. He stood from the couch, your face at crotch level.

‘I think you would be too much for Namjoon baby, he’s pretty innocent, very vanilla.’ You continued to pull down his trousers palming him through the fabric.

‘Hmm, okay, what about the tall one with the wide shoulders, I bet he’s good in bed.’ You smirk, playing with his balls, making him gasp. His hands clenched at his sides, grabbing your wrists, stopping your motions.

‘Ah, Seokjin. He wants a girl to call him daddy, maybe tie them to the bed. You’re wild baby, but I don’t think you’re that wild.’ You shrug, not sure if you would or wouldn’t be down for that.

‘Okay, the short one with puffy lips.’ He sunk down onto his knees, your legs clamping shut at the prospect of what was about to happen.

‘A biter.’ You sit back on the couch, letting him push your legs open, running his hands up and down your thighs.

‘Now we are talking. I would sleep with him.’ You smirked, letting your head roll on the back of the couch, as his tongue trailed the inside of your thighs, teasing you. His fingers looped under the hem of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them into the room somewhere. You whimper as he spreads your legs apart, blowing cold air onto your lips, showing you how painfully wet you already were.

‘So, what would you do after? Jimin may be your type, but he’s a cuddler.’ He teased, licking a strip from your entrance to your clit, gathering up as much arousal as he could to taste you. He let out a moan at the same time you did, dick twitching in his boxers. You tried to gather your thoughts knowing he wanted an answer of some kind. That was hard to do when, one hand trailed the expanse of your stomach, teasing your breast, the other teasing your entrance, making you hungry for more.

‘I’d have to make an e-excuse, I’m-I’m not a cuddler, fuck Hoseok!’ You groan, feeling his tongue swirling around your clit hitting you every damn swipe. You grip his hair, letting your hips twitch into his face on their own accord. He wraps his arm around your waist abandoning your breasts for the meantime, holding your hips down. The fingers that teased you before were now inserted into your hole, scissoring over and over. His mouth leaves you for a moment, preferring to litter kisses along your thighs.

‘You’ll cuddle after this won’t you baby? You’re not going to throw me on the streets, right?’ You couldn’t speak, too focused on how close his fingers were bringing you. A smack echoed the room, a sharp sting burning your thigh. ‘Use your words, tell me you’re going to cuddle later or this goes no further.’ He growled, fingers still going at a relentless pace.

‘YES! Fuck, I’ll cuddle with you, please don’t stop!’ You scream, pushing his head back between your thighs, he just laughed, getting back to business, the free hand putting one leg over his shoulder. The new position giving him extra room for everything. His tongue had more space to move, fingers having more room to curl inside of you. You were so close, tingling in your bones and thighs, finger tips and toes going numb. He stopped his mouth, tracing a thumb over your clit instead.

‘One more thing baby, say I’m the best. Tell me you only wanted me tonight.’ He growled, putting more pressure on your clit. You groan in response, gripping what you could of him.

‘SHIT!’ You scream, your back arched off the couch, legs clamping shut and pulled up to your chest, he pulled his fingers out from your tight walls, feeling how they tried to suck him back in. He tutted at your lack of control, pulling your legs down, forcing you to look at him.

‘Well?’ He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you. You just laugh, pulling him towards you, kissing him like you wanted more.

‘Of course, I only came for you idiot.’

‘And?’ You sigh, rolling your head away from him as he stood, taking his bottoms off, taking the condom out his wallet.

‘And you’re the best.’ You groan, eyeing up the condom with a smirk on your face. ‘You just have that in there huh?’ You tease, taking the hand he held out for you. You stood from the couch, letting him take your position, positioning yourself over his thighs.

‘You never know what, uh, opportunities will arise.’ He smirks, grabbing your hips, holding you over his dick letting you slip down on him, both of you groaning as your ass hits his pelvis. You started moving instantly, not wanting to waste a minute of this. He was so hard, filling places you never knew existed, he made you crave him and you couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t want this. His phone began vibrating on the cushion next to your leg, both of you looking down at it, stopping for a second. You spy her name across the screen, smirking, you hand him the phone, still moving yourself on top of him.

‘Are you going to answer that?’ You quizzed breathlessly, practically moaning the words to him. He slipped it out of your hands, gently to not accidentally answer the call.

‘Are you sure you want me to do this?’ He spoke, voice husky like he was trying to control himself. He raised an eyebrow at you, letting the call ring out, she was a crazy bitch, almost certain she would call him back. You nod your head, moaning quietly, grinding your hips into his, making his eyes close blissfully. The phone vibrated again, her name flashing up. This time he answered instantly, putting the call on speaker.

‘Fucking finally, where the hell are you!?’ She screamed into the call, making you instantly have to hold back a laugh, burying your head in his neck, mostly to muffle your moans as they happened. He pushed your hips down onto him, grinding his hips slowly into yours. You guess he wasn’t a dance major for nothing.

‘Oh, I left, it was getting boring.’ He groaned, voice deep and raspy, trying hard to control himself, his moans and the level of his voice. He was doing a pretty good job, you were not. Your let out a small moan, making him push your mouth further into his neck, thrusting himself a little bit harder inside of you.

‘Hoseok, this is your fucking house, where the hell would you… oh my god, you left with her didn’t you?’ She scoffed, knowing exactly what was going on. You were impressed, she caught on quickly for a rich bimbo.

‘I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about baby! Left with who?’ He grinned, pushing his hips into yours, couch creaking under the impact and force of his thrusts right now. You wanted to bite down on his neck, needed to supress your moans somehow.

‘You think I’m fucking stupid? I saw the way you were looking at that rich little skank! Hoseok you come back right now or I’ll, I’ll-‘ His hips stopped as he sighed into the phone, your hips automatically taking over.

‘You’ll fuck Taehyung again? Listen babe, I don’t even care, be with him if that makes you happy, I-Fuck, do that again.’ He spoke to you suddenly, referring to you biting down on his neck to control your moan. You groaned at the change in his voice, how demanding and in control he sounded. You did as you were told, biting down on his neck, running your tongue over the top to sooth the pain.

‘ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING HER RIGHT NOW!? JUNG FREAKING HOSEOK I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FUCKING-‘ The line went dead, him grabbing your hips changing the position, flipping you onto your back, his body hovering over the top of yours. His hips resumed the punishing speed he had before, making you cry out, screaming his name like a mantra, clawing his shoulders as he pushed you over the edge a second time, sweating and swearing. He came shortly after, you whispering praises and begging him to cum in his ear. He filled the condom with a loud groan, hands tenderly trailing the length of your side. You let your body collapse onto his, catching your breath as he rubs circles into your waist, tickling you slightly.

‘Can we shower? We both smell like sweat and alcohol.’ You agreed, both of you cleaning up together. He rubbed the shower gel over your body, playing with your nipples teasingly as he did, you swat his hands away, flicking water into his face. You hand him a towel as he wrapped you in yours, kissing your forehead making you smile. You picked his phone up from the counter, clicking it to see the time, seeing a few missed calls along with some messages. He unlocked it, head on your shoulder so you both could read it.

‘Baby~ Hobi, please don’t do this, I don’t want Taehyung, I want you. Can’t we fix this? We both messed up! Please baby, just answer your phone, you can’t do this to me, I love you!’ He scoffed, deleting the texts without replying. She wasn’t worth his time, nor was she his problem anymore.

‘Taehyung~ Hey mate, hear u found out, suck’s I guess, but she’s fair game, now right? You won’t be mad at me, right?’

‘Fuck her all u want man.’ He replied, seconds later getting a message.

‘We are cool tho right?’ He ignored it, throwing the phone down following you to your bedroom. He didn’t need his phone right now, tonight was about you and him. Not having an argument with his ex and his traitor of a friend.

‘Are we cuddling now?’ He questioned, yawning, towel hanging low on his hips.

‘We are cuddling now, take this. I sleep on the left so you will have to deal with the right.’ You told him, slipping the night shirt over your head. He threw your comfort boxers onto the floor, slipping your shirt back off your body.

‘You’re not going to need that angel, let’s go to bed…’

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Courtney’s Infinite Search for Love Ch. 9 (Witney) - Grinder

AN: Thank you guys for the feedback on the last chapter! I’ve been really struggling with this story recently but the positivity shown for this always motivates me to keep going. After all this is a story I wanna publish (once I change a few names and a few other details) and have had high hopes for.

Before I begin, expect MORE HEARTBREAK. MORE ANGST. I felt so good after writing this one, not gonna lie. Honestly I’d be flattered if I even made a reader cry lol

~Grinder

It’s currently 2.45PM and it’s Wednesday. I have until 6PM before Alyssa, Dela and Adore have to read the news . And Willam’s shift is going to begin soon so I’m trying to finish this news bulletin as fast as I can. I know I should take my time but not today. For the past few weeks I’ve been rushing my job every Wednesday in order to avoid the bane of my existence. I know I shouldn’t but I put my own feelings before being professional. So far it’s working and I don’t have to worry about being stuck in a room alone with Willam.

“Oh hey, Court’.”

My heart stops at the sound of the last voice I want to hear. I slowly look around to see her walk in and move to the studio. The red light of the MIC LIVE sign reflects off her hair as she passes under the doorway.

Once she’s gone I sigh with relief. Only to have it tarnished as the red light flicks off and Willam enters the production room again.

“Goddammit, you’d think someone would learn to turn off the mic when they’re finished with it. I blame Tatianna and Manila.” She pauses her rant as she sits on the chair behind me. I’m facing her now, speechless as I think of what to say. Should I be spiteful? Should I ignore her?

“Do me a favour and ask them next time, please. You know it’s not me being a dick. I’m just following the rules.” She continues.

“I will.” Is all I manage to murmur before turning back to my computer. My stomach is doing so many somersaults right now, I could vomit.

“What’s with the claw marks?” She asks, a hint of concern in her tone. I curse myself for choosing to wear this sheer top while I have Alyssa’s scratch marks on my skin. I could’ve swore they weren’t as bad this morning.

“Alyssa likes to get creative.” I say whilst smirking, hoping it’ll spawn some kind of jealousy in her.

“Wow, what do guys get up do? It’s like you fisted her so hard she’s ripping your skin open.” She rebukes, stifling a laugh.

“How did you know?” I smile to myself.

“Takes a hoe to know a hoe.” She laughs again. I don’t even reply this time. I’m not in the mood for her jokes. “Don’t worry, it’s just a joke. Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here working on that shit. Where have you been?”

I grind my teeth as I sigh fume. “It’s not ‘shit’. And I’ve just been leaving early.”

“Wow. First turning down Sebastian’s dumb song suggestion and now leaving your shift early? You’re a legend, Court’.” Willam comments, chuckling to herself.

I clench my fists as she references one of the many days we had hung out together at work. How we had danced around the cheesy music - messed with listeners – kissed a few times.

“I’m going go.” I say, saving my work as I decide the town library would be a nicer place to work – at least I’ll have more time that way too. I close down the program as Willam realises my frustration. I quickly pack my things and get up to leave.

“Wait. Hang on.” Willam says before I can even get out of the production room. I sigh heavily as I realise I can’t leave. And not just because she’s in my way. But something is telling me to stay.

“OK, so I’m actually early because…I want to talk to you about…us.” Willam’s foolish expression drops to a serious one, urging me to want to stay even more now.

“Us?” I repeat as if the word is a curse. “There is no ‘us’ remember?”

“Shut up. Just sit down and listen. I need to tell you this.” Willam practically commands.

I’m glued to the spot for a few seconds as I just watch her, taking in her expression. There’s a hint of distress there. I go back to the chair and take a seat.

“Go on.” I say.

Willam takes a deep breath before she starts to speak. Whatever this is about, she’s not finding it easy. “I just haven’t really been able to sleep recently knowing that…I’ve done something awful.” She pauses to laugh pitifully. “Isn’t this weird? I don’t usually do this. I’m kinda shocked at myself.” Her face becomes serious. “What I want to say is…what we had was fake. You may have thought we were just two girls in a great relationship. But that’s only because you don’t know the full story.”

She sits down in her chair, sighing once again and looking away. “To me, you weren’t my girlfriend. You were a rebound.”

My brows knit together now as I feel my heart strings slightly tear. “What?”

“I lied to you…the whole time. I was with someone who I thought I was never going to get back together with.” Willam pauses. “We were going through a rough patch, like he was being so standoffish with me and barely paid attention to me like he used to, and I decided to ignore him back. But I also wanted to get under his skin, you know. So that’s where you came into the picture.”

I feel my eyes crack, tears dying to fill them. I bite my lip to stop myself from immediately cursing her as I waited for her to continue.

“Then at some point at the end of July, he got in contact with me and invited me to meet up with him. So I went. And it went well. Very well actually. He said he wasn’t mad at me for cheating which amazed me ‘cause I’d be so freakin’ pissed. And he told me that the reason he was so cold with me…was because he was nervous about giving me this.”

She lifts her left hand flashing the three carat stones on her ring finger. The tears are falling. I’m shaking. Willam approaches me, grabbing my shoulders gently.

“I should’ve broke it off sooner but I didn’t know how until the festival. I just knew it would really hurt you. But the more I pushed it aside the worse it got. Listen, I know this is all so much but I just wanted to tell you the truth because it’s not fair. This is so out of character of me but I’m sorry.” She pauses as I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m sorry I used you and if I could go back and change things I would. I would have told you the truth sooner. In fact, I probably would stop myself from even fucking you.”

I shake my head the more she speaks. “Why did you tell me anyway? We’re not together anymore. It would’ve been better if- -”

“If I hadn’t? I couldn’t. I’m so restless at night knowing I fucked you over. I just thought you were some slut. But when I got to know you, I saw that you a far more than that, Courtney. You are such an amazing person and I can’t rest knowing I’ve damaged you.”

I dry my eyes before abruptly stepping out of her grasp. “So now you can? Now you’ll be perfectly happy laying in bed with your fucking fiance. But what about me? Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

Willam is speechless as she takes my words into account. She opens her mouth a few times as if to say something. But nothing comes out.

“I loved you, Willam. To me it wasn’t just a good relationship. It was amazing. You made me feel special. You made me I was worth all of the effort. And I loved that. I loved you.” I sob feeling very pathetic. I can’t even believe this is happening.

“I’m sorry, Court’.” She apologises guiltily.

“So this whole confession was just so you could feel better about yourself. Well I hope you sleep well tonight knowing that I wont.” I step aside and move past her. “Goodbye, Willam.”

I don’t even give her a second look as I leave. Not that I can anyway with the tears blinding me. And I can’t even say another word as the lump in my throat prevents me from breathing properly. I just want nothing to do with her anymore. Absolutely nothing.

-_-_-_-

We can be heroes, Just for one day…

“I HATE THIS FUCKING SONG!”

I jolt forward in my car seat as Alyssa slams on the break. I look around to see the concern plastered on her face. “You OK, girl?”

I’m shocked by my own out burst that I have no words.

“What just happened?” Alyssa asks quietly. I’m still speechless. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know. I’m just…I’m just…” I stop myself from talking as my eyes fill up. I don’t want to tell Alyssa about what happened. It’s too painful to even talk about. And there’s no end to thinking about it.

Alyssa begins to move the car again, quickly pulling into the nearest parking space. When the hand break is pulled up, she turns to face me. “Courtney, what’s wrong.”

I look around to her, tears shimmering in my eyes. The look of concern is enough for me to let out a gross sob and bury my face in my hands. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe.

“Courtney, please talk to me.” I hear Alyssa whimper as her arms envelope me. I don’t look up but only wrap my arms around her as I weep into her chest. I’m trembling. Not even her nails trailing along my arm can relax me.

“I-I wanna go home.” I whimper pitifully.

“We can go there straight away.” She replies, combing her fingers through my hair.

“No! I wanna be alone. Please.” I practically beg which brings her into silence. She slowly pulls away and begins to drive again, while I just hug my knees to my chest pathetically and cry. Throughout the drive I choke on sobs occasionally and Alyssa reaches a hand over to rub my shoulder. I haven’t lifted my head to look at her. But I can hear she’s going to cry too. I hear her sniffle every once in a while which makes me feel even worse.

“We’re here.” She murmurs after a while. The car stops but the engine is still running.

I open the car door, hiding my face with my hair as I leave the car. Upon shutting the door I hear another door close. Alyssa walks around from the other side of the car and approaches me. She grabs my shoulders gently, watching me a few seconds before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “I’m sorry for what Willam did.”

'You don’t even know the half of it.’ I state in my mind.

I hug Alyssa as I cry, my sobbing has quietened down by now but the tears wont stop falling. I squeeze her in my embrace and kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you, 'Lyssa.”

I pull away, not even giving her a chance to kiss me as I make my way to the apartment block.

-_-_-_-

Entering our apartment, Alaska’s already on the couch. She looks from the TV to greet me. Instead of giving me a smile she just looks shocked. “What happened?”

She stands up and I practically run into her arms and begin to sob once again. She’s stroking my back, making the scratch marks on the skin sting. But I don’t care about that pain.

“What happened??” She repeats only softer now.

“W-Willam used me. She fucking used me.” I bawl.

Alaska pulls away and guides me to the couch. She wraps her long arms around my shoulders rubbing them gently.

“What do you mean by 'used’ you?” She questions.

“I-I was just some d-dumb slut from work who she used! And I fucking hate it!” Upon saying the last sentence, my crying gets louder. She squeezes me in an attempt to calm me down.

We’re sat in silence waiting for my crying to die down. She plays with my hair and whispers how everything will be alright. But it won’t. How can I even move on from learning something that heavy?

“Do you wanna tell me the full story now?” Alaska asks.

“Basically,” I pause as I pull away from her embrace, “She used me to get back at her ex who is now her fiance. The whole time she only posed as my girlfriend because she was going through a rough stage and wanted to piss off whoever she’s with. She told me at work earlier and was like 'I just want to tell you so I can get some sleep tonight’. What about me? I can’t even get this out of my head, Alaska. And it hurts.”

Alaska’s silent for a few seconds. She takes my hands in hers, stroking the skin with her manicured thumb. “I’m sorry, girl. But trust me. You will learn to forget about this. I may not understand what it feels like to be used by someone you thought loved you, but I know you will be able to get over all of this.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.” Alaska insists. “Did she at least apologise?”

“Well…yeah, but I don’t even think that’s enough for what she’s done.” I fume, shaking my head in frustration.

“I understand.” Alaska drawls. “Don’t jump to conclusions when I say this, but maybe this is what you need.” Seeing my puzzled expression, Alaska sighs. “Like, I’m gonna be honest with you right now, girl. When it comes to love, you seem a bit naive. Like…” she pauses as she tries to think, “Were there ever signs that the relationship wasn’t the best?”

“No. We had great times.” I reply pitifully.

“OK. Well you’re wrong. It was a trick question. Remember the karaoke night? You stood in front of that mirror,” she briefly points to the mirror hanging on the wall beside the door, “and you were worried 'cause you thought she was avoiding you. Yes, at the time I brushed it off and said you were over thinking it. But then it started happening way too often. You walked in that door and only told me negative things about her. That she was being standoffish or too quiet. You get what I’m saying, girl?”

“That it was always a shit relationship?” I shrug.

“Not exactly. I think you should have ended it back then when you had enough.” Alaska explained. “It would’ve been for the best.”

I sigh in frustration, wiping my cheeks dry. “But I was so in love with her.”

“Infatuated.”

“What?”

“You weren’t in love with her. That was just simple infatuation. Two emotions that can be easily mixed up.” Alaska explains. “She was the first person who, romantically, made you feel special and you’re drawn to that. Kinda like when a teenage girl is drawn to their asshole of a boyfriend, who shes too afraid to leave because she feels she won’t find anyone better. Only because she lost her virginity to him.”

“No, 'Lasky, you don’t understand. We- -”

“No, you don’t understand. You’re confusing these emotions. Trust me.”

“Listen. I know you’re only trying to help but you’re wrong.”

“How did you feel about Willam before Raja’s birthday? And don’t lie. I know you well enough to tell when you are.”

I’m silent for a moment as I think about answering. I think about all the times Willam and I hung out before we first kissed. Well I try to remember them. There must be something. At least one point I felt any attraction. There has to be.

The silence becomes awkward as I try to think back.

But nothings there.

Now that I think about it…

“OK, maybe you’re right! There was never a time a felt any attraction to Willam. Never before Raja’s birthday. Oh God, Alaska, you’re right. I’m so dumb for letting myself believe in love. Why did I even bother?”

“You weren’t dumb. Like I said, love and infatuation are easily confused. It happens to many people.” Alaska reassures me.

“But I don’t know what to do. I still feel miserable about what happened.”

“I’d imagine so, Courtney. I would be too.” Alaska replied, caressing my cheek. “Although, I hate to be 'that bitch’ but can I ask you something? Don’t you think her actions are kinda…familiar?” She drawls.

“No, not really.” I reply.

“Are you sure?” She questions further.

“Yeah. What do you mean?” I ask, completely confused now.

She’s silent once again and seems baffled by my answer. “Never mind. Let’s just get you some tortilla chips. We can watch a movie.”

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