#if so that is TOO CUTE i need them to STOP

[leclercsaintmleux]

ᥫ᭡. be my baby — ISACK HADJAR [smau]

in which… a childhood friendship blooms into something more and everyone seems to know about it except for the two people involved

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yourusername coffee run with my fav aka the most avid matcha hater tagged @isackhadjar

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isackhadjar ok. i take back what i said about matcha. liked by yourusername

liamlawson SIMP ALERT 🚨

yourusername 🤨🤨

user78 liam did not just call him out like that omg💀

user4 someone check his temperature he’s SICK with love

matchalattequeen the “ok” is so boyfriend-coded please

hadjarhighway “my fav” ??? ma’am we SEE you

no1slowburner this post cured my skin and gave me hope for love in this economy

burnerszn they’re literally in denial and we’re just letting it happen?? be serious

user66 I literally thought this was his girlfriend until I realized it’s just his childhood best friend omg

liamlawson bro was anti-matcha until it came with a pretty girl on the side huh 😏

f1deluluqueen STOP LIAM CALLED HIM OUT IN HD

burnerszn when the boys start noticing it’s officially serious

user10 be so serious rn they’re definitely secretly dating

arthur_leclerc bet you he took a sip and immediately gagged 😭 liked by yourusername

yourusername he did haha

isackhadjar why are you exposing me like that 💔

yourusername revenge for saying matcha is the biggest abomination ever created

isackhadjar it’s ok I forgive you :)

oliverbearman this smells like flirting but go off

isackhadjar like you know anything about flirting mate 😐

olliebearman at least I’m not blind

isackhadjar ??

hadjarfan oh HE’S IN THAT DEEP

hadjarhive I just know he made fun of matcha for years but one pic with her and suddenly it’s ✨ acceptable ✨

user27 ollie and isack arguing in the comments is actually the only thing I needed to cure my depression

helmetandhearts this is the kind of post you look back on in five years and go “yep. that was when it started.”

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yourusername happiest birthday to my bestest friend since childhood! je suis tellement reconnaissant de t'avoir 🤍 ( french: i’m so lucky to have you )

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isackhadjar was the baby picture really necessary?

yourusername yes small isack is so cute<3

isackhadjar and I’m not 🤨

liamlawson30 next time just say je t’aime you idiot

matchalattemafia: not her pulling the “since childhood” card like it’s not the ultimate love trope 💔

liamlawson30 “bestest friend” lmao ok and i’m just his coworker then??

isackhadjar yes

liamlawson30 haha and i’m here trying to wing you mate

isackhadjar ???

olliebearman omg you’re so dumb

f1poetry she used his mother tongue… i’m sorry but that’s soulmates coded

hadjararchive “i’m so lucky to have you” if I was isack I’d already be down on one knee

user20 omg she’s so embarrassing for acting like they’re in a relationship or something

user10 she’s literally known him her whole life you crazy fangirls need to chill tf out💀

user27 FR y’all be acting like he’s your private people or something

helmet_husbands she really posted baby isack 😭 i know his mom took that picture with love in her heart

notmydrivernotmyproblem imagine being in love with your childhood best friend. can’t relate but i’m rooting for y’all

liamlawson30 I’m rooting too 🙋‍♂️

notmydrivernotmyproblem LIAM LAWSON NO WAY OMG

user66 the media is going to have a field day with these comments

gridgossip: this is the type of post that ends up in the wedding slideshow in 10 years

softlaunchsupreme: you don’t get access to someone's embarrassing childhood archive unless you're either 1) blood-related or 2) destined to marry them

yourusername posted a story

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user80 don’t do this to us rn. we were rooting for isack. we were all rooting for isack

user20 SHE CANNOT BE FR IF THATS NOT MR HADJAR RIGHT THERE

user90 if that hand isn’t hadjar’s i’m throwing my phone into the sea

user72 is this… your actual boyfriend?? 😭 i thought we were slow-burning with the karting boy

user88 MA’AM YOU CANNOT DROP A FACELESS MAN AFTER POSTING CHILDHOOD PHOTOS OF ISACK

user65 we need liam lawson to leak something immediately

matchathenemies imagine being isack and seeing that. i’d log off forever

jealousf1gf: why do these drivers keep falling for the same girls 💀 she’s not even subtle with the PR moves

kartingking ngl if this isn’t isack she kind of did him dirty?? you don’t post his baby photos one day and another guy’s hand the next

sneakyslowburner not y’all acting like she owes you a relationship update 💀 maybe let her have a private life??

softlaundry she’s been feeding us boyfriend-coded crumbs for months and now suddenly it’s private life mode??? we deserve answers

user20 or maybe just let her and isack live their lives privately for god’s sake???

f1meanpage i’m sorry but this is giving “used the fandom to build clout then dipped” energy

user40 right everything with f1 drivers is a pr more nowadays so disgusting

user10he deserved better anyway

olliebearman liam is checking on isack rn I don’t think he’s okay

yourusername omg

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f1wagupdates Isack Hadjar spotted in the south of France buying flowers with a mystery woman earlier today. 🌸👀 This comes just one day after his longtime childhood friend posted a cryptic Story featuring an unidentified man and fans are now wondering if the soft-launch war is officially underway. Is the matcha queen out… and flower girl in? Or are we finally seeing the real hard launch we’ve been waiting for? Follow f1wagupdates for exclusive content and find out what happenes next!

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gridgossip NOT FLOWERS. this isn’t a situationship anymore. this is BOYFRIEND behavior.

user20 more like HUSBAND behavior

hadjarhiveburner hope the flowers are for his MOM and not that soft-launch menace 💐

matchalattequeen I just KNOW the flowers are for her and this is their secret hard launch

f1wifematerial not him buying flowers the DAY after the story. no way that’s a coincidence

softlaunchcentral girl whoever you are… please know you’re living the dream of millions.

helmetandhearts y’all. look at the shoes. that’s not her. he’s out here buying flowers with someone else

paddocktheories imagine being the girl who posted baby pics of him only to see him buying flowers with someone entirely different… the way i’d log off

user90 he really said “thanks for the childhood memories, now watch me buy peonies with someone else” 💐

user11 you all need to stop being so petty and get a life

pitlaneplayer she deserves better. he can’t just let her post that bday tribute then pull THIS.

tracktrauma if y/n cries herself to sleep tonight i’ll be crying with her.

user33 SAME

matchawars watch her post a bouquet on her Story later. watch. i’m manifesting.

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yourusername it was about time, my favorite matcha hater and best boyfriend in the world i love you💚

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isackhadjar i love you too <3 liked by yourusername

user32 YOU GUYS I’M SCREAMING I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM

matchamatters SHE SAID I LOVE YOU. OUT LOUD. IN PUBLIC. we’re not in the soft launch era anymore girls. WAR IS OVER.

liamlawson30 FINALLY I AM SHEDDING TEARS OF RELIEF AND JOY

user20 liam is such a mood 😭😭

hadjarhive THE GREEN HEART. HE HATED MATCHA BUT HE LOVES HER. I’M NOT OKAY

softlaundry I need this framed. printed. tattooed. studied in modern literature classes

visacashapprb 💚 we support the matcha agenda

user90 even the team approves, now that’s a power couple

matchabride crying shaking throwing up this is everything we wanted

carbsandcurves THEY WON. WE WON. LOVE WON.

user79 greatest childhood friends to lovers story ever argue w the wall

gridgrudges okay but was the soft-launch chaos necessary. she played us like a violin

prrelationshipwho this better not be PR bc i will never emotionally recover from that level of investment

detectivegrid i had an entire 3-part thread explaining how they’d drifted apart. i need to disappear

offtrackobsessed so flower girl was matcha girl. we’re the problem. we’re the drama.

olliebearman finally he can stop whining about how shy he is to ask you out

yourusername isack is this true?!

isackhadjar Ollie tu es mort (french: ollie you are dead)

©LECLERCSAINTMLEUX 2025 I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS OR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE COPIED OR TRANSLATED ON ANY PLATFORM ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

[dearmisshoney]

resolution: obscene ☑

synopsis. theo wishes to surprise you with a pixelated version of yourself in his favourite video game. catching him by surprise, all blushing and fumbling over his half-finished creation, you decide he needs a little hands-on guidance. a lap-bound lesson in accuracy was in order.

pairing. nerd! theodore nott x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, established relationship!au, nerd!theo, shy!theo, even loser!theo, respectful!theo, geek!theo, soft!theo, yearner!theo, sub!theo, selfless!theo, tit worshipping, dry-humping, slight size kink, teasing, edging (m receiving), slight praise, dirty talk, name-calling (amore, good boy, baby), no piv, theo cums in his pants, we love whiny men, theo loves you a lot

word count. 2.8k

a/n. cute nerdy boyfriend theo is a MUST. he babbles about a video game i don’t know much about, so that bit might be inaccurate. he also wears glasses because why not! ANYWAYS. let me know your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

“theo, what are you doing?”

your voice, so sweet and sultry, latched with mischievous intent, hit his half-covered ear and made him jump in his gaming chair as if lightning struck him. his headset shook atop of his head, trembling slightly against his glasses and pushing them down the bridge of his nose.

the lenses, now only half-way sheltering his blown-out eyes, allowed the blue light of the computer to shine against his greenish orbs.

but only for a moment, as his hand sprang up to his monitor and closed it instantly.

“n–nothing.”

“nothing? then were you staring at the black screen this whole time?”

you did not believe his obvious lie, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips at him in an attempt to convince him to tell you the truth. your nerd of a boyfriend loved playing video games, so you assumed that’s what he was doing right before you made your presence evident.

the suspicious part was his rush in shutting down his monitor, as well as the slight flush of his face and his fidgety pupils.

“y–yes.”

god, he was so cute, so obviously affected by your words and actions. theodore was avoiding your piercing eyes, even going as far as pushing his gaming chair away from you to stand his ground.

too bad his desk stopped his escape only after traversing a few inches.

“teddy, you know i don’t like liars.”

you were teasing him, feigning faux disappointment, as you closed in like a predator on its prey. you leaned forward and gripped the armrests with your hands, successfully caging a blushing and twitching theodore in his gaming chair.

“i–i know, amore…”

his voice was low and whispery, on the verge of giving up his strange scheme and giving in to your inquiries.

his adorable stutter, a clear sign of how weak he was for you, made you smirk for a moment; but you soon hid the smile, keeping that annoyed façade for the rest of the interrogation.

his eyes, previously glued to anything else but you, were enchanted by the close proximity and moved on their own, now staring at your gorgeous face.

that gorgeous face of yours he adores.

“then?” and you didn’t say anything else, only lowered your face closer to his as you arched your eyebrow.

waiting for theodore to reveal the truth.

theo swallowed hard. his adam’s apple bobbed, glasses slipping further down as he tried and failed to make himself small in the chair. you were too close; your breath ghosting against his cheek, your scent doing dangerous things to his poor brain.

he whimpered. whimpered.

“i–i wasn’t doing anything bad, promise.” he said, eyes flickering between your still puckered lips and the exposed skin of your throat.

“i was just–… just–” he scrunched his eyes shut like that might save him from you. “just playing monster hunter…”

you arched your brow more, cocking your head at him.

that wasn’t it.

“is that supposed to be the part that embarrasses you, teddy? you play that all the time.”

“no!” he burst, voice cracking slightly. “no, i mean— yes, i was playing that! but that’s not why i shut the screen… i just–" his hands came up, defensively, waving in front of him like he could shield himself from your teasing.

“it’s because i–i spent the last hour trying to make the character look like you.”

your silence nearly killed him.

“i mean– you’re just really pretty, and i thought it would be cool to, like,… have you there? in the game? fighting monsters with me?” he tucked his chin down, cheeks now a dangerous crimson, voice shrinking to a whisper. “she even has your hair. i… spent ages getting it right.”

you stared at him, then reached out one hand and tilted his chin up with your fingers. his glasses were now seated on the tip of his nose, letting you see those eyes full of adoration.

“you made a hunter version of me?” you asked, amused warmth curling into your tone.

he nodded frantically yet carefully, making sure not to kick away the hand you had on his jaw. you could see the way he was relaxing into your touch now that he registered the positive undertones in your voice.

“she’s got the dual blades. and— and she’s wearing the cool armor from the nargacuga alpha set because you’d look so badass in it. i gave her your eye shape and color and— i named her after you, too. i just– i didn’t want you to see because it’s still not finished.”

he went on and on about the customization he did on your character, enumerating names of weapons and armors you had no clue about. but the glimmer in his gaze and the passion on his lips told you enough about his work.

theodore nott loves you so much, and he has his… special ways of showing that.

“theo…” your smile cracked through that fake annoyed expression, your little play now abolished due to theo’s strong infatuation for you. 

he looked up at you like a kicked puppy, lips parted, pupils wide. “please don’t be mad. i just… i really, really like you. and i want to fight monsters with you.”

instead of replying to him, you only dipped your head lower and placed a small peck on his lips.

it was short, but so so sweet, your fruity lip balm making theo’s hands jump from their initial place and cup your face lovingly. he chased your lips, wishing to taste them again, but you turned away from his face.

only to plop down in his lap unannounced and make him let out a small whine. again.

“can you show her to me?”

theo made another noise, like a squeaky hinge, halfway between a gasp and a protest. his hand, now reaching behind your back to steady your body in his lap, made your chest press nicely against his.

it was all too much for his poor heart. it took him a few seconds to answer back.

“y–you wanna see her?”

you nodded, already reaching for the mouse before he could stop you. “well, yeah. you spent all that time making her look like me, didn’t you?” you turned back to look at him, voice dropping into a sultry tone.

“what, is she naked or something, baby?”

“n–no!” he squeaked fast, flushing deeper, like the word alone was too much. “it’s not– i wouldn’t– she’s just… she doesn’t look exactly right yet.”

you clicked open the monitor, using the button theo pressed previously. the screen came to life with a flickering light, some undistinguishable roars echoing from theo’s headset, but your attention was immediately captured by the figure standing confidently on the screen.

your hunter character.

she was decked in jet-black armor, twin blades sheathed at her hips. you turned her around using the mouse, but the controls were unknown to you, so the character didn’t do much else under your command.

theo’s hand — bigger than yours — covered your hand over the mouse and gently guided you to zoomed in on the face to see his work.

oh, he definitely did his best. her hair was identical to yours, somehow matching the cut you had. the face features were also no doubt shaped after your own, looking extremely beautiful under the dim light of the customization menu. 

but when you zoomed back out, something was a little off.

you leaned back into theo’s neck, letting your breath fan across his naked skin and making goosebumps raise all over. even such mere gestures made blood shoot to his cock, the tame bulge of his sweats swelling with need.

he was putty for you.

“she’s cute.” you said softly, scrolling to rotate the full-body model. “but you didn’t get the body right.”

theo tensed beneath you; you hit the nail on the head. “i–i tried to–…”

“my chest is definitely not that size. and my thighs are– well, they don’t look like that.”

“i messed it up! the sliders were really confusing–” theo gasped, ashamed of his incomplete creation, afraid he might have insulted you.

“you want to get it right?”

you turned to look at him, expression amused, but voice soft. he nodded instantly, like he was being thankful for your merciful offer.

“i want her to look just like you. perfect. i mean– you’re already perfect.”

you grinned, slow and sly, and took his free hand in yours.

“then let me help you.” you guided his trembling hand up, gently placing it along the curve of your boob. theo’s breath stuttered audibly, thighs stiffening below you.

“you need to feel the dimensions, make sure it’s accurate.”

theodore let out a broken, needy little sound that he tried very hard — and failed — to conceal.

“i… i want it to be perfect.” he repeated again, his thumb twitching slightly near your nipple, eager to press down on it through your shirt, yet also too embarrassed to be selfish with your body. “for you.”

“yes, baby, do it for me.”

theo whimpered as you pushed your chest firmer into his palm, his long fingers twitching over the swell of your breast. he squeezed gently, like he always does; so careful, so attentive to your reaction and pleasure.

his cheeks were on fire, lips parted as though even the act of breathing was too much.

"you're s–so soft…" he murmured like he wasn’t even aware the words had slipped out, fully entranced by your tits. "so much softer than the affordances in the game…"

you giggled against his ear, grinding just a little in his lap to fuel his movements. his hips bucked up involuntarily, the outline of his cock thick and aching under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. you rolled your hips again — slow and steady — your clothed pussy brushing along the hard bulge pressing against you.

theo let out another broken moan, low and desperate.

“you can press harder, baby.” you whispered into his ear, your lips grazing the blushing shell. “don’t you wanna get the sliders just right?”

a throaty sound escaped him — somewhere between a moan and a plea. his other hand moved away from the mouse and came up, hesitant and trembling, cupping your other breast like he was holding something fragile.

his fingers flexed. squeezed.

his hips jerked again, so needy and uncontrolled.

“god, i–i love them.” he confessed suddenly, breath hot and broken. “i think about them all the time, i can’t help it.”

you rocked your hips again, smirking into his flushed neck, loving the messy state theodore was in.

“i know you do, teddy. i can feel how much you love my tits.”

and oh, he really couldn’t take it. his mouth dropped open, breath hitching with every rut of your hips and every sinful press of his fingers. his cock throbbed under you, painfully hard and barely constrained in his sweats.

you nipped at his ear. “want to feel them better, baby?”

his answer was a strangled whine and a harsh squeeze of your breasts. theodore was so eager to feel your bare boobs beneath the pad of his fingers.

your fingers curled around the hem of your — his — shirt, slow and teasing. theo’s eyes were glued to your chest like it contained the secrets of the universe. he even readjusted his glasses, pushing them to their initial place with a flick of his middle finger.

and when you lifted your shirt over your head, baring yourself completely for him, he made a sound so high and broken it barely qualified as human.

“oh–” he gasped, glasses fogging slightly as he instinctively leaned forward. his hands hovered, unsure, trembling with restraint.

you were his girlfriend, yes, but you were also the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on.

he couldn’t just put his hands on–

“you can touch, theo.” your voice was a murmur, low and encouraging, as you guided his palms up. “i want you to.”

that’s all it took.

the moment his hands met your bare skin, theo melted.

his fingers spread wide, cupping both of your breasts with a kind of quiet admiration, his thumbs brushing lightly over your hardening nipples. he shuddered, mouth falling open, like he could feel every heartbeat through his palms.

“you’re… you’re perfect.” he whispered. his thumbs moved in slow circles, respectful and delicate, and when he dared to squeeze a little harder — when he felt the way your nipples stiffened completely under his touch… he groaned.

“i c-can’t believe you’re mine — fuck, i think i’m gonna cum.”

your laugh was soft, breathless. “not yet, baby. i need you to focus. don’t you wanna make her really accurate?”

theo whimpered and nodded, swallowing hard as he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to the swell of your breast.

“i’ll get everything right, amore.” he promised into your skin, looking up at you from beneath his glasses, flashing you the prettiest puppy eyes. “every… every single detail…”

when his tongue darted out, wetting your nipple, you moaned softly. and theo responded like you’d just awarded him with divine blessings: both hands massaged your tits more eagerly now, careful but undeniably hungry, and his lips latched onto your nipples with newfound confidence.

“just like that, teddy.” you murmured, threading your fingers through his messy curls. “that’s how you learn…”

his glasses slipped a little more as he suckled and kneaded, completely overwhelmed and absolutely dedicated to your chest.

he was a goner.

and you kept grinding — slow and teasing — against the thick bulge in theo’s lap, feeling how stiff he was beneath his sweats. how every careful thrust of your hips made his hands twitch on your tits, made his lips stutter against your skin.

his mouth was wet and hot and needy, worshipping every inch of your chest like he’d been dreaming of this moment for years — he was always like that. and you loved it.

you loved your sweet, nerdy teddy with his shaky hands and a soaked spot darkening the front of his grey sweatpants.

“a–amore.” he whined, words muffled against your breast, his voice vibrating against your sternum. “please, i c–can’t–”

“shhh.” you cooed, stroking your fingers down his flushed neck. “you’re doing so well, baby. don’t stop.”

you rolled your hips again, harder this time, your clothed pussy dragging firm and slow over his cock. theo’s whole body jolted — he even bit down on your nipple by accident, making you gasp in pleasure — and then he whimpered, low and so so desperate.

“feels so good.” he choked out, blinking rapidly behind foggy lenses. “i–i love it when you use me like this.”

“you love letting me ride you like this, teddy?” you asked, brushing your lips against his jaw, feeling the way his hips trembled under yours. “love letting me hump your cock until you can’t take it anymore?”

he nodded helplessly, his curls damp against his forehead, glasses slipping lower with each rock of your hips. “yes, yes, please. i–i wanna be your good boy, even like this, i–”

you pressed your body closer, your tits soft against his cheeks, lips brushing his ear as you grind down harder.

“you’re gonna cum for me like this, baby. just from my pussy rubbing on your cock. gonna soak your pants for me, right?”

“oh fuck.” theo gasped, hips jutting up into you uncontrollably. his head dropped back against the chair, headphones crashing down onto the floor. his mouth was parted in a perfect circle as his fingers clenched at your ribcage. “i–i’m gonna–”

“do it, teddy.” you whispered against his ear. “cum for me.”

and theo did — with a broken, strangled moan, back arching slightly, body going limp beneath you. you felt the heat of his release immediately, the sudden dampness rushing through his sweats as he came hard in his pants, his thighs trembling and his fingers clawing helplessly at your torso.

his glasses slipped clean off his nose, caught only by the swell of your cleavage.

“oh my god.” he breathed, flushed and panting and wrecked. “i–i came in my pants. i’m–”

you kissed his cheek, sweet and warm. “i know, baby. it was so hot.”

he melted, burying his face in your chest again, still gently stroking your tits like they were the only things keeping him grounded.

“i’ll… i’ll clean it up.” he whispered bashfully, voice muffled against your skin. “just– gimme a minute. i think i died.”

you laughed softly, threading your fingers through his curls, carefully placing his glasses on top of his head. “you did perfect, teddy.”

he just nodded, breathless and dazed. and completely in love.

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.

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[syncaleb]

── .✦ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 -> « link »

•caleb casually drops the “we’re dating” lie at school like it’s no big deal. he is tired of the guy who sends you ‘wanderer samples’, or the dude who comes over the house asking to ‘borrow’ your homework. besides, he is a senior, older than you — soon he will leave the school & his precious pipsqueak will get swamped by men. disgusting. the thought alone sends shivers down his spine.

“nah, i can’t go out saturday. got a date with my girl.” he hums to one of his friends in the basketball court, juniors are also here, perfect! he made sure to say it echoing enough that everyone hears it.

“…your girl?”

“yeah, the one i live with? the one who comes cheerin’ me up for my matches? the one who i share my soda can with? duh.” honestly? it’s not hard to believe at all, that you and caleb are a thing… people don’t even question it. the way you touch him like he’s yours, the way you depend on him…

•however — you find out when someone congratulates you on “finally making it official” and you’re just standing there like ?????

caleb comes up right after, sipping from his stupid juice box, his hand gently wrapping around your waist, gentle… so careful… but firm.

“oh, pips, did you not tell them yet?”

•he acts like your boyfriend in every possible way. carries your books. pulls your chair out. walks you to class. then again… when does he not? you don’t notice any significant changes in caleb’s behaviour. and you are too kind to embarrass him like that…

you: “stop it. i am old now i don’t need your help—“

him: “i’m committed to the bit. besides, you are old doesn’t mean i would stop being there for you?”

•he’s extra affectionate at school but still the same annoying menace at home.

he’ll poke your forehead and be like,

“my girlfriend’s so short i gotta bend to reach her thoughts.”

and then dodge your swing like he’s done it a million times.

•grandma’s suspicious but says nothing. just watches the two of you with a knowing look and a cup of tea like she’s watching a soap opera play out in her living room. josephine hater ™️ -> me.

•eventually — caleb starts keeping you close in crowded hallways. real possessive.

“watch it,” he says to a senior who brushed your shoulder. “my cupcake’s kinda delicate.”

you: “i’m literally not? i want to be a hunter you’re being a cornball!”

caleb: just ruffles your hair with his soft grin.

•he puts “girlfriend 💕” as your contact name in his phone. when you try to change it, he changes his lockscreen to a blurry selfie of you mid-yawn captioned: cute little pipsqueak

honestly you don’t understand where it comes from, or why caleb suddenly tells everyone he’s your boyfriend. but eventually, you couldn’t care less.

•one day, when he was making his fussy eater (you) some braised chicken wings — you confront him about the rumor; and he just shrugs. the usual avoidance plastered on his face.

“everyone already thinks it. why not just… go with it?”

you: “why would you do that?”

he goes, suddenly quiet, expressive in a somber and yearning way: “because i wanted it to be true.”

•and he doesn’t look smug or cocky. he looks… soft.

and maybe you’re thinking about how he always saves you the last cookie. or he does your laundry because you hate it, or that he gives you piggy-back rides home because you get sassy that your feet hurt, or that he brought you a movie prop from your favorite movie… or how he lets you sleep in his arms in the attic…

how he always hovers.

how he yells at the TV for you during horror movies.

-> maybe it doesn’t sound so fake after all.

maybe next monday, you grab his hand in the hallway. by yourself, and the shock on his face… is all you needed to know to understand the intensity of his feelings…

maybe this time, the rumor becomes real.

[heesmiles]

@yeonmuse rec'd this and the way she described it was my gold. i need this and i need it now.

You glanced back at Heeseung, who was now looking your way. When your eyes met, he gave you a small, confident smile and a nod. You felt your cheeks heat up, and your heart leaped in your chest. You gave him back a shy smile and waved. It wasn't every day that someone like Lee Heeseung noticed you, let alone sent you a note and a candy bar. - stop she's so cute and naive

Jay's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, "Just be more careful next time," He said curtly before turning away, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion. - STOP IF HE DID THAT TO ME I WOULD THINK HE HATED ME TOO WHAT

"Actually, I think Jay should do it," Heeseung said, his voice filled with amusement. - awh poor girl what

But before she could finish, Jay stood up abruptly, "I'll do it," He said firmly, cutting her off. The determination in his voice shocked everyone, especially you. Your heart pounded in your chest as Jay walked towards you, each step making you more nervous. - this is so awkward i love it so much

l/n.y/n: Jay, are you single? - HELP NO HI HELLO HOW ARE U

"Bye, babe," Jay says jokingly, earning a narrow glare from you before you turn to leave. - stop he's so cute i need him

Jay walks you to your next class, and just as you're about to enter, you spot Heeseung walking past. Your heart leaps when he gives Jay a friendly smile. Then, Heeseung looks at you, and for a moment, everything seems to slow down. He nods, and you manage to return a nervous smile, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. - this is like a movie i'm so hear for it omfg

Heeseung leans back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips, “Because," He begins, "I can tell when Jay has sex with someone, he gets more clingy to them if you know what I mean. And to you, he stays quite far, and yet almost close. Unless, you’re a virgin and taking it slow?" - god heeseung is so hot i'm getting distracted

“Do you like virgins?” You questioned, your voice tinged with curiosity. Heeseung averts his gaze to you. His narrow eyes making you nervous, but he just scoffed. “They’re alright. I guess it could be exciting in bed, teaching them what to do. But I prefer an experienced person. Because they know what they're doing in bed, and that’s a turn on.” He replied. You felt your mouth parting. Heeseung liked experienced people. And you were nowhere near experienced. You haven’t even had your first kiss. - this conversation is taking me out.

You felt his lips form a grin before he opened his mouth and gave you a gentle bite on your neck, giving it a soft suck. You let out breathy sighs feeling him getting a bit harsher and pushed you back. His lips never leave your neck. - ok so were jumping right in ok ok

“Do you finger yourself?” He suddenly asked. You felt your breathing stop. - oh.

"Really? It’s my first time having phone sex," Jay replies, his voice filled with warmth and lust. Your eyes widened a little. You were his first phone sex? You felt a bit of pride knowing you were his first before chuckling. - HELP I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS KIND OF FUNNY IM CRYING

"I can tell it's fake," He said softly, stepping closer to you. You stare down. You then felt a hand come up to your cheek, "If your relationship is not real, is it okay if I do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you. You could taste the faint hint of alcohol on his lips, and your mind went blank, not knowing how to react. - HELP ME. HELP ME HELP ME I'M CONFLICTED IM SO CONFLICTED RN

needs to be me rn

Jay held up a hand, cutting you off, "It's fine," He said, a strange look in his eyes, "You finally got him." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Heeseung alone. - STOP MY HEART IT HURTS

There was a heavy silence as he looked at you, his face devoid of emotion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "I never did." You stood there, stunned, as he turned and walked towards his car. You watched him drive away, feeling a lump form in your throat. For some odd reason, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you stood there, heartbroken and alone. - JAY YOU IDIOT LETS BE FR RN

Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sincere, "I do," He said, "I really like you. And I want to make it official, if that's okay with you." A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "Yes, Heeseung. I'd like that." - GIRL. GIRL. LETS BE SO FK FR

STOP THE ENDING WAS PERFECT THE FIC WAS PRRFECT YOURE PERFECT JAY IS PERFECT EVERYTHING IS PERFECT

𝙐𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 | 𝙋.𝙅.

Pairing — Crush Best Friend! Park Jongseong x (F) Reader

Synopsis — You’ve always had a crush on Lee Heeseung ever since he gave you a note, also considering the fact he was one of the most popular boys in school. Considering being popular yourself, you just can’t seem to get his attention no matter what you do. So you decide to fake date Jay, Heeseung's best friend, to get Heeseungs attention. Despite thinking that Jay hates you, you go along with the plan, hoping that Heeseung will finally notice you. As the charade progresses, you found out Heeseung is attracted to people who are experienced. However, you’re a virgin. So why not ask Jay to take your virginity? No feelings will be involved, right?

Genre — Smut, High School au, Angst, Fluff

Warnings — MINORS DNI!!!, Cursing, Partying, One sided love, Crying, Drinking, Miscommunications, Jealousy, Break ups, Misunderstanding, Lying, Eating out, Breath play, Grinding, Hickeys, Slow sex, Phone sex, Fingering, Jerking off, Dirty talk, Humiliation, Overstimulation (f), Dom! Jay x Sub! Reader, Missionary, No protection (wrap it up), Aftercare, Receiving (m&f), Jealous sex, Making out, Doggy style, Spanking, Hair pulling, Orgasm Control, Rough sex, Name calling (Good girl, Babe, etc.), Choking, Multiple orgasms, Breeding kink, Blowjob, lmk if I missed any!

W.c — 16.8k

A/n — I had to rewrite so many of this because I wasn’t satisfied but I finally finished it! I never made a fic that has more than one sex scene so bear with me on that ^^ If you would like to be on the perm tag list, click here! Like, reblog, comment, etc.! Hope you enjoy! Not proofread!

Masterlist here!

The school courtyard was buzzing with energy as students milled about, chatting and laughing. You, being one of the popular students, were used to the attention and the constant buzz around you.

Today, however, felt different. You decided to take a moment for yourself and sat down on one of the benches, enjoying the brief respite from the chaos.

As you were scrolling through your phone, lost in your own world, a shadow fell over you. Looking up, you saw a guy you vaguely recognized from one of your classes. He was holding something in his hand, and he looked a bit teasing.

"Hey," he said, shifting from foot to foot, “This is for you."

You raised an eyebrow, curious, “From who?"

He pointed across the courtyard, and your eyes followed his gesture. There, standing with a group of his friends, was Lee Heeseung, one of the school's star basketball players. He was tall, with an athletic build, and a smile that could light up a room. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his appearance. He was undeniably attractive.

The guy handed you a small envelope and quickly walked away, leaving you to process what had just happened. You looked down at the envelope, your curiosity piqued. Opening it, you found a simple note inside:

Hey, I noticed you sitting here and thought you might like this.

You glanced back at Heeseung, who was now looking your way. When your eyes met, he gave you a small, confident smile and a nod. You felt your cheeks heat up, and your heart leaped in your chest. You gave him back a shy smile and waved. It wasn't every day that someone like Lee Heeseung noticed you, let alone sent you a note and a candy bar.

For the rest of the day, you couldn't get Heeseung out of your mind. His smile, the way he carried himself, and the fact that he had gone out of his way to send you a note – it all made your heart race. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, wondering if there might be more to this unexpected connection.

That happened about a month ago. Now, you’re still here waiting for him to make a move, and yet he hasn’t. You thought he was just a shy guy which was probably why he gave you a note, but you smiled back at him. So wouldn’t that give him a hint?

You were sitting in the library, deeply engrossed in your studies. The upcoming exams were looming over you, and you wanted to make sure you were fully prepared. The library was quiet, with only the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper breaking the silence. You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice Kazuha approaching until she was right beside you.

“Hey, are you going to the bonfire this weekend?" Kazuha asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You looked up from your books, a bit surprised by her sudden appearance, “I wish I could, but I can't," You replied, sighing, "I have so much to study for, and I really need to focus."

Kazuha pouted, clearly disappointed, "Come on, you need a break! You've been studying non-stop. Plus, it's going to be so much fun. Everyone's going to be there!"

You hesitated, knowing she was right. You had been pushing yourself hard, and a little break wouldn't hurt. But the thought of falling behind on your studies made you nervous, "I don't know, Kazuha. I really need to do well on these exams."

Kazuha wasn't giving up that easily. She leaned in closer, her eyes pleading, “Please? Just for a few hours? You deserve to have some fun too.”

Seeing your hesitation, Kazuha pressed on, “Come on, it'll be great. You can study all you want after the party. Just think about it – a chance to finally talk to Heeseung!"

You sighed, feeling the weight of your decision, "Alright, fine. I'll go to the bonfire," You said, finally giving in, "But only for a little while."

Kazuha's face lit up with joy, "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. It's going to be amazing."

As the weekend approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited about the bonfire. You spent extra time picking out an outfit, hoping to make a good impression. When the night of the party finally arrived, you felt a mix of nerves and anticipation.

The bonfire was located at the beach. The ocean flowed softly together as the moon shone over the people. There was loud music playing and it was filled with people dancing and laughing. You scanned the crowd, looking for Heeseung. After a few minutes, you spotted him sitting down at the bonfire, talking to a group of friends.

You jumped when you suddenly felt hands around your arms, “You made it!” Kazuha squealed. You gave her a chimed smile.

“I did.” You replied. She grabbed your arm and took you to the bonfire where Heeseung was sitting and sat you across from him.

“I’ll be right back! Here’s a drink.” She said. She gave you a red cup and walked past people, disappearing into the crowd.

You sipped your drink as you scanned the faces illuminated by the flickering flames. Your eyes landed on Heeseung, who was sitting across from you, engrossed in a conversation with his friends. Despite the noise and the number of people around, he hadn’t seemed to notice you.

You decided to just look for Kazuha. You maneuvered through the crowd, your eyes scanning for Kazuha. The salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the smoky aroma of the bonfire.

As you rounded a corner, your attention momentarily diverted by a burst of laughter, you collided with someone. Your drink splashed out of your cup, drenching the front of a pristine white shirt. You looked up, your heart sinking as you recognized the face glaring down at you. It was Jay, and he did not look pleased.

"Watch where you're going," He snapped, his voice laced with irritation as he wiped at the damp stain spreading across his shirt.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Maybe you should watch where you're standing," You retorted, matching his tone with an edge of your own. It wasn't the first time you'd clashed with Jay, and it seemed like he always had an attitude with you.

Jay's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, "Just be more careful next time," He said curtly before turning away, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder why Jay always seemed to have it out for you. He was your crush's best friend, after all, and you couldn't understand why he always seemed so annoyed whenever you were around.

The thought lingered in your mind, adding a layer of complexity to the evening's events. The bonfire continued to burn brightly, but your thoughts were clouded with questions about Jay and his inexplicable attitude towards you. And how the hell Heeseung is friends with him.

You finally spotted Kazuha near the edge of the ocean, chatting with a few friends. Relief washed over you as you approached her, still feeling the sting of your encounter with Jay. Kazuha greeted you with a bright smile, but it quickly faded when she saw the look on your face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.

You sighed, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening, "I'm just going to head home, Kazuha. Heeseung isn't paying any attention to me, and I just had a run-in with Jay. It's been a rough night."

Kazuha frowned, shaking her head, "No way, you're not leaving yet. I have an idea." Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and started pulling you back towards the bonfire.

"Kazuha, what are you doing?" You asked, trying to keep up with her determined pace.

"We're going to play Spin the Bottle," She announced loudly as you both reached the group. The chatter around the fire died down as everyone turned to look at her, "Come on, it'll be fun!"

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Kazuha when she got an idea in her head. Reluctantly, you sat down in the circle forming around the bonfire. Your eyes scanned the faces around you, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jay sitting next to Heeseung. He had thrown a flannel over his stained shirt, but you could still see the remnants of your drink on the fabric.

Jay's gaze met yours for a brief moment, and you quickly looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Heeseung, oblivious to the tension, seemed excited about the game, his smile lighting up the night.

As the bottle was placed in the center and the first spin began, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and anticipation. As you glanced at Kazuha, her encouraging smile gave you a bit of comfort.

The game of Spin the Bottle was in full swing, and you watched as the bottle spun and landed on different people around the circle. Laughter and cheers filled the air each time someone was chosen, but so far, the bottle hadn't landed on you. You tried to keep your cool, but the anticipation was starting to get to you. Kazuha, sitting beside you, noticed your growing unease and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, your turn will come," She whispered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bottle slowed and came to a stop, pointing directly at you. Your heart raced as all eyes turned to you. Before you could react, Kazuha stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, since I started the game, I get to choose who she kisses!" She declared. A chorus of groans and protests erupted from the group.

"That's not fair!" Someone shouted.

"You can't just make up rules!" Another voice chimed in.

Kazuha held up her hands to calm everyone down, "Come on, it's just one time. Let me have this," She pleaded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Reluctantly, the group quieted down, and Kazuha turned to you with a knowing smile.

"I choose Heeseung," She said triumphantly. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked over at Heeseung. He met your gaze, and you saw a smirk slowly spread across his face. For a moment, you thought he was going to stand up and come over to you, but then he turned his head and looked at Jay.

"Actually, I think Jay should do it," Heeseung said, his voice filled with amusement.

The entire circle fell silent, and you could feel the shock ripple through the group. Kazuha's mouth fell open, and you were just as stunned. Jay, sitting next to Heeseung, looked equally surprised, his eyes wide as he glanced between you and Heeseung.

"Uh, what?" Jay stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Heeseung's smirk grew wider, "You heard me. Go ahead, Jay."

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you—confusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of curiosity. Jay didn’t stand up and it seemed like forever.

Kazuha immediately tried to interject, "No, Heeseung, I really think—"

But before she could finish, Jay stood up abruptly, "I'll do it," He said firmly, cutting her off. The determination in his voice shocked everyone, especially you. Your heart pounded in your chest as Jay walked towards you, each step making you more nervous.

As Jay got closer, you could feel your palms getting sweaty. The room seemed to close in around you, and your mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Just as he was leaning in, his eyes locked onto yours, you felt a surge of panic. You couldn't do this.

Without thinking, you bolted up from your seat and ran from the scene. You heard Kazuha calling your name, but you ignored her, your feet moving faster than ever. You pushed through other group of people and sprinted to your car, fumbling with your keys in your haste. Finally, you unlocked the door, jumped in, and slammed it shut behind you.

Sitting in the driver's seat, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous to kiss Jay. Maybe it was because of the incident? You weren’t sure as you started your car and drove him.

As you drive home, the city lights blur past your window, casting a warm glow inside your car. The hum of the engine is a comforting background noise, and you find yourself lost in thought about the day's events. The streets are quiet, and you feel a sense of calm as you pull into your driveway.

Once inside, you kick off your shoes and head straight to your room. As you settle down, you notice a missed call from Kazuha. You quickly dial her back, and she picks up almost immediately.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kazuha’s concerned voice comes through the line.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You reply, though your mind is still racing, “I just didn’t know what to do.”

Kazuha sighs softly, “Jay didn’t seem mad that you left, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You pause, biting your lip, “Why would Heeseung want Jay to kiss me, though?”

“I don’t know,” Kazuha admits, “Heeseung seemed normal about it, but he left after a while.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you, “Thanks, Kazuha. I’m just going to head to bed now. Talk tomorrow?”

“Of course. Goodnight,” She says.

“Goodnight,” You reply, ending the call. You lie down, thoughts still swirling but feeling a bit more at ease. Tomorrow is a new day. You close your eyes, anticipation and confusion bubbling within you as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with a mix of excitement. After a quick shower, you pick out a cute but comfortable outfit, knowing you'll be out for a while. As you're finishing up, you get a text from Kazuha saying she's on her way to pick you up for a shopping trip.

When Kazuha arrives, you hop into her car, and you both chat about random things on the way to the mall. The mall is bustling with people, and the two of you dive into various stores, trying on clothes and laughing at some of the more outrageous fashion choices.

After a couple of hours, you both decide to take a break and stop at a cozy coffee shop. As you sip on your drink, Kazuha turns to you with a serious look.

“So, are you ever gonna shoot your shot with Heeseung?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

You sigh, stirring your drink absentmindedly, “I don’t know how to get closer to him.”

Kazuha taps her chin, then suddenly her eyes light up, “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you fake date someone close to him? That’s like one of the top things people do.”

You blink, processing her suggestion, “Who?”

Kazuha rolls her eyes at your cluelessness, “Jay, duh.”

You choke on your drink in shock, staring at her, “I can’t ask that of Jay after that incident!”

Kazuha just shrugs, “Why not? You talk to Jay the most out of Heeseung’s friends.”

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed, “Jay hates me.”

Kazuha leans back, a smirk playing on her lips, “He was gonna kiss you either way. Just try.”

You sit there, thinking about it. The idea is crazy, but maybe it’s just crazy enough to work. You glance at Kazuha, who’s watching you expectantly, and nod slowly, “Okay, I’ll try.”

Kazuha grins, and you feel a flutter of anticipation. You weren’t sure if this stupid plan was gonna work, but as Kazuha says, she’s always right.

After spending the day shopping and chatting with Kazuha, you finally head back home, bags in hand and a lot on your mind. Kazuha's words echo in your head: "Just try." You can't help but think about how crazy the idea is, but a part of you is curious about what might happen if you actually went through with it.

As you flop onto your bed, you decide to check your phone. There's a message from Kazuha with a link to Jay's Instagram. Your heart races as you open the app and see his profile. You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you, but you remember Kazuha's encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it. You hit the follow button and then, with trembling fingers, you start typing a message.

l/n.y/n: Jay, are you single?

You type, wincing at how blunt it sounds. But it's too late to back out now. You hit send and toss your phone aside, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes. You pick it up and see a notification from Instagram. It's a message from Jay. Your heart pounds as you open it, wondering what his response will be.

js_park_: What do you want

You pouted at his bluntness. This was gonna be harder than expected. You decided to just go along and get it over with.

l/n.y/n: I need your help. Like really bad. This may come out weird to you, but I need you to fake date me cause I have a crush on Heeseung and he just doesn’t seem to notice me and since your a good friend of his I was hoping you would go along with it. Once he likes me back you don’t have to talk to me at all or even see my existence! So what do you say?

He read it almost immediately making your heart skip a beat. About a few seconds later he responded back.

js_park_: I’d see you all the time then if you date Heeseung. So no.

You groaned stressed out. He was making this way to hard for you. You knew you couldn’t ask any of his other friends. Jake’s taken, and Sunghoon just straight seems like he doesn’t want no fake dating or a real relationship. You tried to think of another idea. That’s when you suddenly remembered something. You quickly texted back urgently.

l/n.y/n: I’ll get you that guitar you’ve been talking about in class.

js_park_: Cost a lot of money, but if you insist. So when are we starting?

You pumped your fist up in victory. You decided to just start as quick as possible and texted him the details.

l/n.y/n: Tomorrow. Pick me up first thing in the morning and we NEED to show PDA. I don’t like it either but if we need to get Heeseung attention then that’s what we should do. Oh and also, no kissing.

js_park_: Or, we could exchange numbers instead of texting here? It’s weird.

You rolled your eyes.

l/n.y/n: [xxx-xxx-xxxx]. That’s my number.

js_park_: Alright, text you tomorrow.

l/n.y/n: 👍

Seen

You took a deep breath in and out. All you have to do is just show PDA. Nothing too serious. And besides, no kissing will be involved, so you have nothing to worry about. Right?

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing. Still groggy, you reach over and grab it, expecting to see Kazuha's name on the screen. Instead, you're surprised to see Jay's name flashing. Confused, you answer the call.

"Hello?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

"Hey, where do you live?" Jay's voice comes through the speaker, sounding wide awake and slightly amused.

“Jay? What?" you ask, still half-asleep and trying to make sense of the situation, "It's early," You add, glancing at the clock. It's barely past dawn.

"Yeah, I don't know if you knew, but I have morning basketball practice," He replies sarcastically, making you smile despite your confusion.

"Oh, right," You say, suddenly remembering, "Uh, my address is [123 Address Name]."

"Great, I'm on my way," He says before hanging up.

You sit up in bed, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Realizing you don't have much time, you quickly get dressed, throwing on your uniform and running a brush through your hair. Just as you're finishing up, your phone buzzes again.

Jay: I'm here.

You take a deep breath and head outside, finding Jay's car parked in front of your house. You walk over and open the passenger door, sliding in.

"Morning," You say, still a bit dazed but excited.

"Morning," Jay replies with a grin, "Ready to start the day?"

You nod, giving him a tired smile. Jay starts the car, and you both drive towards the school. The early morning streets are quiet, and the sun is just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over everything. You can't help but feel a little nervous but also excited about this unexpected start to your day.

When you arrive at the school, Jay parks the car, and you both get out. He leads the way to the gym, where you can already hear the faint sounds of basketballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on the court. As you enter the gym, you see some of Jay's teammates warming up and chatting.

Jay turns to you with a teasing smile, "So, are you gonna give me a hug goodbye?" He asks, clearly enjoying your embarrassment.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you step forward and give him a quick hug. As you pull away, you hear Jake's voice ring out, "Since when did you guys start dating?"

You glance over and see Jake looking at you both with wide eyes, and Heeseung is there too, watching intently along with the rest of the team. You quickly say goodbye to Jay, avoiding Jake's question.

"Bye, babe," Jay says jokingly, earning a narrow glare from you before you turn to leave.

As you walk away, you hear Jake ask Jay again, "Seriously, dude, what's going on?"

Jay just pats Jake's shoulder with a knowing grin, "Don't worry about it," He says, leaving Jake and the others looking dumbfounded as he jogs over to join the rest of the team for practice.

You walked to the school doors, your heart racing with embarrassment. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has officially begun, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what will happen next.

Later that day, you finally have a class with Jay. As you both settle into your seats, you decide to fill him in on the rest of your plan.

"So, here's the deal," You begin, pulling out your schedule, "These are my classes, and I need you to walk me to each of them."

Jay groans, leaning back in his chair, "Do I really have to do all of that?"

"Yes," You insist, "I pass by Heeseung a lot between classes, and he'll definitely notice if we're always together."

Jay rolls his eyes but eventually relents, "Whatever," he mutters, clearly not thrilled but willing to go along with it.

As the class begins, you find it hard to focus. Your mind keeps drifting to the plan and how it might play out. Will Heeseung really notice? And if he does, will he care? You glance over at Jay, who seems more interested in doodling in his notebook than paying attention to the lecture.

Despite his nonchalant attitude, you can't help but feel grateful that he's willing to help you out, even if it means going through the motions of fake dating.

The rest of the class passes in a blur as you continue to mull over your thoughts. By the time the bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you've resolved to stick to the plan and see it through. You gather your things and look over at Jay, who gives you a small nod.

"Ready for the next class?" He asks, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Yeah," You reply, feeling a renewed sense of determination. As you both walk out of the classroom holding hands, you noticed a lot of students whispering and looking at you guys. This was gonna be a lot tougher than you thought.

Jay walks you to your next class, and just as you're about to enter, you spot Heeseung walking past. Your heart leaps when he gives Jay a friendly smile. Then, Heeseung looks at you, and for a moment, everything seems to slow down. He nods, and you manage to return a nervous smile, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

Jay leaves with a casual wave, but not without giving a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes and headed into the classroom, still replaying the brief interaction with Heeseung in your mind. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts keep drifting back to that smile and nod. It feels like a small victory, a sign that your plan might actually be working.

When the bell rings, you gather your things and head to the cafeteria for lunch. You spot Kazuha sitting at your usual table and quickly make your way over to her.

"Hey, Kazuha," You say, sliding into the seat across from her. "You won't believe what just happened."

She looks up from her phone, curiosity piqued, "What happened?"

You recount the events of the morning, from Jay walking you to class to the moment with Heeseung. Kazuha listens intently, her eyes widening in surprise.

"I'm shocked Jay actually followed through," She says, shaking her head in disbelief.

You laugh, “Yeah, well, he's doing it for a guitar. But I'm definitely going to get on his nerves with this."

Kazuha chuckles, "Just make sure you don't drive him too crazy, We still need him for the plan."

You nod, feeling a bit more confident, "Don't worry, I won't. But I have to admit, it's kind of fun seeing him so annoyed."

As you both continue to chat and eat lunch, you feel a sense of anticipation building. The plan is in motion, and with a little luck, Heeseung will notice you more and more. For now, though, you're just glad to have Kazuha by your side, sharing in the excitement and uncertainty of it all.

After school, you meet up with Jay, so he can drive you home. As you settle into the passenger seat, Jay starts talking about a party Jake is hosting that night.

"Hey, there's a party at Jake's tonight. Do you want to come?" Jay asks casually, glancing over at you.

Before you can answer, he adds, "Heeseung is gonna be there."

Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly say, "Yes, I'll come."

Jay nods, a small smile playing on his lips, "Great. I'll pick you up at eight."

He drops you off at your house, and you head inside, already thinking about what to wear. Knowing you take a while to get dressed, you decide to start getting ready right away. As you rummage through your closet, you text Jay to ask if Kazuha can come too. A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with his reply.

Jay: Sure, she can come.

You feel a bit more at ease knowing your friend will be there. You call her up and tell her and she says she’ll be there.

After what feels like an eternity of trying on different outfits and experimenting with your makeup, you finally settle on a look that makes you feel confident. Just as you finish, you hear a car horn outside.

You grab your things and head out to find Jay waiting for you. He looks up as you approach, and you notice a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Do I look okay?" You ask, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

Jay gives you a once-over and nods, "You look fine," He says, though there's a hint of something more in his tone.

You smile, feeling a bit reassured, and hop into the car. As Jay drives to the party, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tonight could be a turning point in your plan, you could only hope.

You and Jay finally make it to the party, and it's packed with people. The music is loud, and the atmosphere is electric. As you step inside, you see Jake making his way over to you. He dabs up Jay and then turns to you with a big smile.

"Glad you guys made it!" Jake shouts over the music.

You smile back, feeling a bit more relaxed. Jay suggests getting some drinks, and you follow him to the kitchen. As you chat and sip on your drinks, you suddenly spot Kazuha across the room. You wave her over and give her a big hug when she reaches you.

"Where's Heeseung?" Kazuha asks, glancing around.

You shrug, genuinely not knowing. Jay chimes in, "He might be in the living room."

"I'll go see," You say, eager to find him.

You make your way through the crowded house, but there's no sign of Heeseung in the living room. Just as you're about to turn back, you bump into someone. You look up and see Heeseung standing right in front of you.

"Oh, hey," He says, looking a bit surprised, "Where's Jay?"

"He's in the kitchen," You reply quickly. Then, thinking on your feet, you add, "I was just trying to get some fresh air.”

Heeseung nods and says, "Follow me."

Though you're unsure, you decide to follow him. You glance back, knowing Jay and Kazuha are waiting for you, but curiosity gets the better of you. Heeseung leads you through the house, and you can't help but wonder what he wants to talk about.

Heeseung leads you through the house, weaving past groups of people until you reach a quiet balcony. He gestures for you to go out first, and you step into the cool night air. Heeseung follows and sits down on one of the chairs, and you take a seat next to him.

He takes a sip of his drink and then looks at you, "So, what made you wanna date Jay?" He asks, his eyes searching yours.

You feel a pang of nervousness but manage to lie smoothly, "Oh, you know, he was always a handsome guy. And because we had a connection with the class we both chose, and it just felt right."

Heeseung hums thoughtfully and takes another sip of his drink, “Have you and him already had sex?" He asks casually.

You choke on your drink, coughing a bit before managing to say, "No, no, we haven’t."

He chuckles softly, "I knew it."

Confused, you look at him and ask, "Why do you say that?"

Heeseung leans back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips, “Because," He begins, "I can tell when Jay has sex with someone, he gets more clingy to them if you know what I mean. And to you, he stays quite far, and yet almost close. Unless, you’re a virgin and taking it slow?"

Your heart races as you try to process his words. The plan you and Jay concocted to make Heeseung notice you seems to be unraveling right before your eyes. The night air feels colder, and the anticipation of what Heeseung said hangs heavily between you.

But not only were you thinking that, you were also thinking about Heeseung referring you as a virgin. Which, he is not wrong. You are a virgin, and you aren’t really proud to say that in front of him for some reason. You couldn’t help but question wether Heeseung liked virgins. So, you decided to fuck it and ask.

“Do you like virgins?” You questioned, your voice tinged with curiosity. Heeseung averts his gaze to you. His narrow eyes making you nervous, but he just scoffed.

“They’re alright. I guess it could be exciting in bed, teaching them what to do. But I prefer an experienced person. Because they know what they're doing in bed, and that’s a turn on.” He replied. You felt your mouth parting. Heeseung liked experienced people. And you were nowhere near experienced. You haven’t even had your first kiss.

You slowly nodded your head, “That's interesting.” You muttered and sipped your drink.

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, “So are you a virgin?”

You gulped harshly and stared down. You felt the air getting hotter and that’s when you decided to just lie, “No. I already had sex with someone.”

Heeseung whistled and leaned in closer to you, “L/n Y/n already had sex? Wonder who if it’s not Jay.” He joked. You let out a nervous laugh.

Before you could say something else, the glass door slid open revealing Jay. He catches you and Heeseung on the balcony, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I've been looking for you," He says, his gaze shifting between you and Heeseung, “Am I interrupting something?"

Heeseung smirks at you before standing up, "No, not at all," He replies smoothly, "I'll leave you two alone." With that, he walks back inside, leaving you and Jay alone on the balcony.

You remain quiet, the weight of the conversation with Heeseung still fresh in your mind. Jay looks at you with concern, “Are you okay?" He asks gently.

You force a small smile and nod, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I think I want to go home."

Jay nods understandingly, “Okay, let's go."

You both make your way back through the house, saying goodbye to your friends. You stop by Kazuha and tell her, "I'll text you when I get home."

She nods and waves, "Drive safe!"

As you and Jay get into the car, the silence feels heavy. Jay starts driving, and you suddenly blurt out, "Jay, about Heeseung..."

He glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road, "What about him?"

You hesitate, unsure of how to express the confusion and emotions swirling inside you. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has taken an unexpected turn, and you're not sure if you can ask Jay a personal question. You finally took a deep breath and faced Jay.

“Can you take my virginity?”

Jay slams the brakes, causing the car to jolt to a sudden stop. He stares at you in shock, his eyes wide, “What?" He says loudly, making you flinch.

You take another deep breath and repeat, "Can you take my virginity?”

Jay takes a moment to process your words, then tells you, "Wait a second." He pulls over to the side of the road and turns to face you fully, "What's wrong? What did you and Heeseung talk about?"

You bite your lip and explain everything to him—the plan to make Heeseung notice you, the unexpected feelings that surfaced, and the confusion you're feeling now. Jay just stares at you, taking it all in. He sighs deeply and says, "You should wait for the right person."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of determination, "I want it to be with you, Jay."

Jay thinks for a long minute, his expression serious. Finally, he asks, "Are you sure?"

You nod confidently, "Yes."

"When?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Today," You reply firmly, "Come inside my house."

Jay takes a deep breath and starts the car again. The drive to your house is filled with a charged silence, both of you processing the gravity of what was just said.

As you pull into your driveway, you feel a mix of nervousness. Jay parks the car and turns to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, you both step out of the car, heading to your door.

Jay follows you inside your house, and you both take off your shoes and jackets, placing them neatly by the door. Jay glances around and asks, "Before we do anything, is your mom home?"

You shake your head, "No, she's on a business trip."

Jay nods, seeming to relax a bit. "Are you thirsty?" You ask, trying to break the tension.

He shakes his head, "No, I'm good."

You lead him up to your room, and he takes a moment to examine it, looking at the posters on the walls and the books on your shelves. You sit on your bed, feeling the weight of the moment.

Jay turns to you and asks, "Have you changed your mind at all?"

You look him straight in the eyes and say firmly, "No."

Jay nods, taking a deep breath. The room is filled with a charged silence, the air thick with anticipation. He moves closer, sitting beside you on the bed, his expression serious and thoughtful.

“You said no kissing, right?” He asks. You slowly nodded your head, but his lips did look kissable right now.

“Then this is gonna be somewhat awkward then.” He admits. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.

“J-Just start somewhere, please.” You whisper. Jay cursed and wrapped his hands firmly on your waist. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to do something.

You gasped when you suddenly felt his soft lips on your neck. It started off slow, his lips moving along your neck, giving it pecks here and there. You leaned your head more back to grant him access.

You felt his lips form a grin before he opened his mouth and gave you a gentle bite on your neck, giving it a soft suck. You let out breathy sighs feeling him getting a bit harsher and pushed you back. His lips never leave your neck.

He sucked all around your neck and jaw. You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked. He let out a growl and pushed your hips back making you whine. He faced you and lowered his eyes to your lips that were parted. God, did he want to make them plump and red.

Instead of doing it, he went to your chest and kissed it. He slowly traced your back before unzipping the back of your dress. You felt nervous and urgent, lifting yourself up a bit to let your dress come off. You took the straps off revealing your bra and underwear.

You shyly bit your finger as Jay stared. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes wandering around your whole body like hands. He suddenly lifted a hand to fondle with your breast making you let out a gasp and eyes closed shut. His other hand rubbing your cloth core.

You moaned and squirmed against his hold, trying to get away, but he held you down.

“Just relax pretty.” He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head although your breathing was saying otherwise. Jay felt your wet pussy clenching around nothing making him chuckle. You really were urgent.

He unclasped your bra revealing your perky breasts. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against one of your breasts causing you to grip his soft jet black hair, “ah- jay!” You cried out.

The flicking soon turned into sucking harshly. You snaked, not knowing what to do yourself. He gave attention to the other one by fondling it.

Your breathing was ragged and breathless. Your eyes were teary, and he didn’t even put his dick in yet. You guessed you now knew what Heeseung meant by experienced people who are better in bed.

Jay lets go of your breast and leans over your cloth pussy. He planted soft kisses and put your legs over his shoulders, pulling you softly against his body. He moved your panties to the side revealing your slick pussy. You tried to close your legs in embarrassment, but he forced them back open.

“Don’t be shy now. You wanted this, remember?” He teased. You let out a quiet whine. It all went too fast when you suddenly felt a hot wet sensation licking your pussy slow. Your eyes rolled back, feeling Jay's tongue going deep in your pussy and sucking on your bud. Your moans could no longer be held back, letting them out freely for the neighbors to hear.

“J-Jay ah- wait!” You cried out feeling your orgasm coming faster than you anticipated. Jay didn’t stop, feeling your pussy tighten and open and before he knew it too, his tongue was getting covered by your juices. You shook lightly and jerked when he flicked his tongue on your bud teasingly.

He latched his mouth off your pussy and licked his lips while staring at you breathing deeply. Jay loved the view, your hair messy, eyes teary, mouth agape with saliva trailing down, mascara streaks on your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you more.

As he took off his shirt, you noticed his body was pretty toned. You’d have to ask him later if he workout often. He took off his pants with his boxers finally revealing his dick. You gasp at his size. Is that even gonna fit? You gulped nervously.

Jay noticed your face and smiled, “It’s okay, I’ll go slow. For now.” He said. You nodded and slowly put your hand on your pussy, opening your folds to let Jay see your hole.

Jay's eyes widened at your sudden confidence for a second before his eyes turned dark, “Someone getting confident? I should lower that.” He mumbled. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned over you and positioned his dick at your hole and slowly pushed in.

You felt the air get knocked out your lungs and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. You squeezed around him tightly making him hiss, “Shit, relax will you?” He complained.

“I-It’s not my fault you suddenly did that!” You snapped, still feeling pain. Slowly, you tried to relax your breathing and soon enough, he was fully in.

You let out a ragged breath feeling him in you. He felt so big and you felt so full. Jay watched your face, making sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. He knows he’s big.

“M-Move.” You panted. Jay nodded even though you probably didn’t see him and slowly he moved. He kept a slow steady pace, watching your every move and facials. He saw your eyebrows furrow and you lolled your head back.

That’s when Jay started going at a faster pace and soon you both were moaning and panting against each other. Both of your bodies are sweaty and sticking together. The sound of skin slapping, the bed creaking, and your unison moans were heard all over your room.

Jay gripped your waist and lifted his upper body up, leaving you to clench your sheets as he thrusted up into you. You felt your eyes roll back feeling his mushroom tip hit against just the right spots.

Jay groaned, feeling you squeezing around him. He felt his orgasm coming quicker than usual. Probably considering he hasn’t had sex in a while or your pussy just felt too good. He thinks it’s the second one.

You felt your orgasm coming and whimpered, “I-I think I’m c-cumming- hah!” You moaned and shut your eyes. Jay let out a breathy laugh and slowed down his thrusting, going harder and deeper. And that’s when your orgasm came.

You let out a silent moan feeling him still thrusting into you hard. You squirmed harshly and overstimulated before he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach, his cum spurting out on you.

You both panted at the intense orgasm before Jay got off your bed and went to your bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and slowly cleaned you up. Your breathing calmed feeling him lay beside you and rubbing your back softly.

“I can’t believe we had sex.” You said. Jay snorted and leaned on his hand.

“You’re just now thinking that? I can’t believe you wanted me to be your first.” He admitted. You stared at him before giggling. You both soon started laughing together.

You suddenly felt your eyes get droopy and yawned. Jay noticed and smiled, “You can sleep.”

You pouted, “Are you leaving?”

He shook his head, “I can stay a while longer if you want me too.” You nodded and cuddled against his warm body. He held your waist, seeing your eyes finally closing and hearing soft snores leave your mouth.

He slowly leaned in, but stopped. He has to stick with the plan. He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly got off your bed, putting your blanket over your naked body. He got dressed and gave you one last look before softly shutting your door.

The next morning, you wake up with a start, realizing you're late for school. You quickly grab your phone and call Jay. His groggy voice answers, confirming he also overslept.

"Hey, you awake?" You ask, still feeling the remnants of sleep.

“Yeah, just woke up," Jay replies, his voice thick with sleep. You giggled hearing his tired voice. You heard a slight hum from him.

“We’re late Jay.” You said, not sure if he knows. It takes a few seconds before he finally understand and curses, saying he’ll pick you up soon.

You quickly get dressed in your uniform, noticing a slight soreness from the previous day. You get a text from Jay and you rush outside to find Jay already waiting in his car. You hop in, and he gives you a sympathetic look.

"Rough morning, huh?" He says with a small smile.

"Yeah, you could say that," You reply, buckling your seatbelt.

The drive to school is quick, both of you silently cursing your luck for waking up late. Jay pulls into the school parking lot and parks the car, "I'll see you later," He says, giving you a reassuring nod as you head to your class.

You walk into your classroom, feeling the eyes of your classmates on you. Your teacher looks up from her desk and says, "You're late."

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you mumble an apology and quickly take your seat. You start to work, trying to focus on the lesson and ignore the feeling of everyone's eyes on you.

Class went by fast as you quickly pack your stuff and heading out the hallway only to bump into someone, “Agh! Sorry! I wasn’t looking-“ Your eyes widened seeing Heeseung.

He gave you a knowing grin, “Someone looks like they didn’t get good sleep last night.”

You blushed and shook your head, “I just stayed up late studying! T-That’s all!” You ranted. Heeseung chuckled and leaned near your space, feeling his hot breath on you.

“It’s okay to be honest. I know what you did.” He said before leaning back, walking past you. You stared into nowhere where he was just at, your eyes wide. Does he really know? Did Jay tell him?

As you looked around you finally caught a glimpse of Jay walking towards you, “Hey, sorry for the wait. Jake was nagging-“

“Did you tell Heeseung what we did?” You ask, feeling nervous. Jay eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh, no? Why?” He replied. You shook your head, ignoring his question. You say never mind as you both head to your next class. You were now hoping Heeseung was just joking.

Class went by smoothly with Jay by your side. Both of you partners for an upcoming project. When it's finally lunch, you meet Kazuha in the cafeteria. She takes one look at you and asks, "Are you okay? You look like you're constipated."

You glare at her, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment, “Gee, thanks for the concern," You reply sarcastically. You then let out a sigh, “Don’t freak out, but I had sex with Jay last night.”

Kazuha raises an eyebrow for a few seconds before yelling, “You had sex with who?” She shouts.

It catches you completely off guard. You can't help but let out a yell, drawing the attention of nearby students hearing you guys yell, “Shhh! Be quiet!" You hiss, trying to calm the situation.

"Why?" Kazuha asks, genuinely curious.

You lean in closer and whisper, "It's because of Heeseung."

Kazuha's eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, was it good?" She asks, a smirk forming on her lips.

You nod, a small smile playing on your face, “Yeah, it was really good."

Kazuha chuckles, shaking her head. "As expected of Jay," She says, and you both burst into laughter.

As lunch comes to an end, Kazuha turns to you and asks, "Hey, do you want to hang out at my house after school?"

You smile and nod. "Yeah, that sounds great."

After school, you find Jay near the parking lot and tell him, "Hey, I'm gonna ride with Kazuha today."

Jay nods, looking relieved. "Good, I have basketball practice and didn't want you waiting around for me."

You smile and wave, "Bye, Jay. See you later!"

You head over to Kazuha, who is waiting by her car, "Ready to go?" She asks with a grin.

"Yeah, let's go," You reply, hopping into her car.

As you drive to Kazuha's house, she mentions, "There's gonna be a basketball game soon. Are you gonna go?"

You hesitate for a moment before saying, "Maybe." In truth, you know you're definitely going because Heeseung is playing. But as your mind wanders, you also think about Jay and quickly shake off the thought.

Once you arrive at Kazuha's house, you both decide to make cookies. The kitchen fills with the sweet aroma of baking as you mix ingredients and laugh about the day's events. After the cookies are in the oven, you settle down in the living room to watch some romance movies.

You both get completely absorbed in the films, crying at the sad parts and cheering at the happy endings. The evening flies by in a mix of emotions and laughter.

By the time the cookies are ready, you both enjoy the warm, gooey treats while discussing the characters and plot twists. It's a perfect way to unwind and forget about the day's drama, even if just for a little while.

As you and Kazuha were gossiping, Kazuha asks you a question that catches you off guard, “So, you and Jay huh? You like him?” She asks. You stare at her confused.

“What are you talking about? I don’t like him.” You say, although for some reason you felt your heart race. Kazuha grins and playfully pushes you.

“Then why out of all people would you want him to take your virginity?” She adds. You thought for a moment.

“Because, I don’t know. I just felt comfortable with him.” You admitted. Kazuha stares at you for a moment before nodding.

“You like Heeseung, not Jay.” She said. And for some reason, that statement felt weird to you.

Before you could speak, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate and curiously looked at the caller ID. It was Jay. You answered while laughing at what Kazuha said about his photo you saved of him.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask while taking a bite out of your cookie.

“I got done with practice. Was just wondering if you need a ride back home.” He admitted. You let out a hum and looked over at Kazuha before answering.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You beamed.

“Alright, send me the address and I’ll be on my way.” He spoke. You said okay and hung up.

Jay arrives at Kazuha's house and you give Kazuha a big hug and say, "Thanks for today, it was so much fun! See you later!"

"Anytime! Bye!" Kazuha waves as you head to Jay's car.

You slide into the passenger seat and start chatting about your day, "Kazuha and I made cookies and watched some romance movies. We cried so much at the endings!"

Jay listens attentively, a small smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he reaches over and swipes something off your lips with his thumb, “You had a bit of chocolate there," He says, licking his fingers, "Next time, make some for me too."

You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up, “Okay, I will," You mumble, a shy smile forming on your face.

The rest of the ride is filled with comfortable silence, and soon enough, you arrive at your house. You turn to Jay and say, "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow!"

“Anytime," Jay replies with a wink, "Goodnight."

You giggled and stepped out of the car, heading inside, your heart fluttering from the unexpected moment. You gripped your shirt. What is wrong with you?

Once you came inside, you decided to take a shower to relax. After finishing your shower, you wrap yourself in a cozy towel and head to your room. Just as you're about to get dressed, your phone rings. It's Jay calling. You quickly answer, "Hey, Jay. What's up?"

"Hey, are you going to the basketball game tomorrow?" He asks, sounding eager.

“Yeah, I am," You reply, smiling to yourself.

"Great! Maybe we can hang out after?" He suggests. You giggle how happy he sounded.

"Sure, sounds fun," You say, feeling a flutter in your stomach at his idea. As the conversation continues, you both start chatting about random things, laughing as he talks about Jake and Sunghoon play fighting at practice.

Suddenly, a memory of what happened in your room with Jay flashes in your mind, and you can't help but blush. Your words start to stumble, and you stutter, "Um, uh, yeah... funny, um..."

Jay's tone shifts to concern, “Hey, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," You quickly reply, trying to shake off the embarrassment.

There's a brief silence on the other end before Jay says, "Is this about your bedroom?"

His words shock you, how the hell did he know? You then responded a little too fast, "No!"

Jay chuckles softly, "You sure? You sound pretty flustered."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, "I'm fine, really.”

Silence was left on the other side, you nervously gulped, “Jay?”

No answer. You felt nervousness creep on you. Shit, what if he found it weird that you were thinking dirty? As you were about to say something, Jay cut you to it.

“Do you finger yourself?” He suddenly asked. You felt your breathing stop.

“W-What?” You ask. Jay let out a low breath. You could tell he was holding himself back. You weren’t sure from what though.

“I said, do you finger yourself? When you’re alone at home.” He asks again, but adding on. You felt your cheeks heat up and twirled your hair nervously. You wouldn’t say you do, but you thought of it more than once.

“N-Not really? I-I mean I think about it, but I don’t do it.” You admit. You heard a chuckle in the other line.

“Why not do it now that I’m on call with you?” He suddenly said, you blinked. He wants you to finger yourself, while he’s on call with you?

“How does that work?” You mumbled. Jay hummed and you heard rustling on the other line, as if he was getting comfy.

“Simple. You just finger yourself while I’m on call with you. Either you just do it alone, or I can guide you through while saying stuff to you. I might jerk off though.” He states. You thought for a moment, how is that simple? You’re gonna finger yourself on call with him? And he’s gonna jerk off? It’s already hard enough to talk through calls.

Jay noticed your quietness, “You don’t have too. It was just something to occupy ourselves-“

“Okay. I’ll do it.” You shyly said. Jay made a noise, as if he was surprised you actually said okay before he chuckled.

Jay's voice comes through the phone, "Are you on your bed right now?"

You glance around and realize you're still standing by your dresser, “Uh, no, not yet," You admit, feeling a bit flustered.

"Go to it," He instructs, his voice gentle but firm.

You walk over to your bed and sit down, the soft mattress sinking slightly under your weight, “Okay, I'm on my bed now."

"Good," Jay says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, "Now, I want you to lie down and relax."

You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you but comply, lying down and staring at the ceiling, "Alright, I'm lying down."

"Perfect," He continues, “Now, I want you to close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Let me do all the talking, okay?"

You nod, even though he can't see you, "Okay," You say softly, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“I want you to take deep breaths, remember how I felt against you that night.” He spoke softly. You let out a anxious sigh and remembered that night. How his tongue felt against you. His hands move so smoothly against your skin. His lips were plump and soft when he was kissing and sucking your neck.

Slowly, you lower your hand to your pussy and softly rub your bud. You let out a gasp and let out a quiet moan. You heard a sigh coming from Jay and heard ruffling against the line.

“W-What are you doing?” You breathed out, still rubbing your bud.

“Mind if I jerk off?” He casually said. You bit your lip and nodded before you replied yes. You cursed at yourself for being distracted. You heard the pants of Jays unzip fast and heard a soft hiss.

“What do I do now?” You muttered.

“Now imagine me between your legs, use your fingers and rub your folds. Then add a finger in. You can do that, yeah?” He breathed out. You let out a high moan listening to what he’s saying.

You rubbed your folds at a natural pace, feeling your juices squelching. You're sure Jay can hear because you heard a low groan from him and hearing skin slapping of his balls and his hand.

You imagined him laying on his bed, one phone in his hand while the other is wrapped around his hard dick. His body starts to sweat as his breathing gets uneven.

You shoved a finger in your hole and arched your back, letting out a pained moan. You forgot how tight you were. You slowly relaxed your breathing, remembering Jay’s voice when he told you too. Soon you started feeling pleasure and started fingering faster.

You forgot Jay was on the other line until you heard him letting out moans himself and hearing squelchy noises. You bit your lip and panted feeling an orgasm coming.

“J-Jay, want you in me.” You whispered. You added a second finger and cried out.

“F-Fuck! Yeah, want me in you? Want my dick to ruin your tight pussy?” He snapped. You nodded your head frantically even though he couldn't see you and came right on your fingers. You then heard Jay cursing one last time before hearing him breathe in and out unevenly.

After a few seconds you let out a giggle, "You were really good at this," you murmur, feeling a bit shy.

"Really? It’s my first time having phone sex," Jay replies, his voice filled with warmth and lust. Your eyes widened a little. You were his first phone sex? You felt a bit of pride knowing you were his first before chuckling.

“For some reason that makes me happy to hear.” You admit. You heard Jay chuckling and heard a yawn.

“If you’re tired, go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mumbled. Jay hummed before saying bye and hanging up after you said bye. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You can’t believe you had phone sex with him.

The next morning, you were already dressed for school. You twirled a little to make sure you look good. With a small smile, you grab your backpack and head out the door, making your way to Jay's car.

Jay is leaning against his car, waiting for you with a playful grin on his face, "Morning, sleepyhead. How'd you sleep after our little chat last night?" He teases.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you remember the night before, “Shut up, Jay," You mutter, trying to hide your embarrassment.

He just laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction, "Come on, let's get to school."

The drive is filled with light banter, and soon enough, you pull into the school parking lot. As you step out of the car, you suddenly spot Heeseung standing near the entrance, looking around as if he's waiting for someone.

You exchange a confused glance with Jay, who just shrugs, "What's Heeseung doing here?" You wonder aloud.

Before Jay can respond, Heeseung spots you guys and walks over to you guys, "Hey, I just got here and thought I'd walk to first period with you," He says, looking directly at you.

You feel your heart skip a beat and your face flushes, "O-Okay," You stammer, before Jay has a chance to say anything.

Jay raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment, simply giving you a knowing look. The three of you start walking together, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As you walk, you catch Jay's amused expression out of the corner of your eye, but he remains silent, letting you enjoy the moment with Heeseung. What you don’t know though, is the swirling jealousy he feels too.

The school day flew by in a blur. Classes with Jay were the usual mix of teasing and casual conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. Lunchtime with Kazuha was also routine, filled with chatter about assignments and weekend plans. Before you knew it, the end of the school day approached, and you and Kazuha started getting ready for the basketball game.

As you enter the gym, the familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking on the floor and basketballs bouncing fill the air. You spot Jay practicing with his team, his focus intense. When he notices you, he breaks into a wide smile, and you can't help but smile back.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Heeseung staring at you. His gaze is intense, almost as if he's trying to figure something out. The moment your eyes meet, he quickly looks away, leaving you feeling puzzled and a little flustered.

"Hey, the game's about to start," Kazuha's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn to her, nodding as you push the confusing encounter with Heeseung to the back of your mind. Together, you find your seats and settle in, ready to cheer for the team.

The game was in full swing, and it was hard to tell which team would come out on top. You and Kazuha were on the edge of your seats, cheering enthusiastically along with the other spectators. Every basket, every pass, and every block were followed by shouts and applause from the crowd.

The score was tied, and the tension in the air was palpable. Jay was on the court, focused and determined. Every time he got the ball, the gym filled with excitement. The crowd roared, and you and Kazuha were no exception, shouting his name and clapping vigorously.

Finally, in the last few seconds of the game, Jay received the ball and, with an impressive maneuver, scored the final point. The sound of the whistle marked the end of the game, and the gym erupted in cheers. Your team had won.

You jumped out of your seat along with everyone else, clapping and shouting with joy. Jay, drenched in sweat but with a triumphant smile, looked over to where you were. He raised a finger, signaling number one, and you smiled back at him, feeling incredibly proud.

After the game, the gym began to empty out. Some people left, while others stayed behind to talk to the teammates. You noticed Jake and his girlfriend chatting near the bleachers. As you were watching them, someone suddenly jumped from behind you, making you jump in surprise. You thought it was Jay, but when you turned around, you saw it was Heeseung.

"How did I do?" Heeseung asked with a playful smile.

Out of kindness and sincerely, you responded, "You did amazing." Your heart leaped when he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up with genuine appreciation.

"Jay's in the locker room changing," Heeseung informed you.

“Okay," you replied, feeling a mix of emotions.

Heeseung seemed like he was about to ask you something, but before he could, Jay appeared, interrupting the moment.

“Hey, ready to go?” He asked. Heeseung closed his mouth and offered a grin to Jay. You nodded your head, but also confused about what Heeseung was gonna say.

“What were you gonna say Heeseung?” You said. Heeseung stared at you but then shook his head.

“Nothing. Have fun you two.” He teased before turning away and leaving to his other teammates.

You look over at Jay and shrugged. You both walked out while saying bye to the team. As you guys walked to his car, you couldn’t help but feel happy that they won.

“You guys did amazing! I mean especially with you! You did amazing out there Jay.” You smiled. Jay stared at you for a second before facing you. Your smile faltered a bit. Is he okay? You watched as he slowly started leaning in. You didn’t know what to do, but slowly, you closed your eyes.

And yet, nothing came. You opened your eyes to see that Jay was backed up and just stared at the ground, “I’ll drop you off home.” He spoke before going towards his car. You watched frozen. Were you actually gonna let him kiss you?

The car ride was filled with an awkward silence, both of you thinking about the incident where he almost kissed you. The tension was palpable, and neither of you knew how to break it.

When you finally reached your house, you turned to him and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," He replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Congrats on the win, one more time," You added before getting out of the car.

"Thanks," Jay said, giving you a small smile.

You shut the door behind you and let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. You made your way to your room, your mind racing. As you lay on your bed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings for Jay.

Maybe it was because you guys had spent so much time together recently, or maybe it was sex. Whatever it was, it had you feeling confused and unsure about what to do next. It didn’t matter though. You liked Heeseung and only Heeseung. Jay is just there to help.

It was getting dark when you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. Groggily, you reached over and answered it.

"Hello?" You mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Hey, were you sleeping?" Jay's familiar voice came through the line.

"Yeah, I was," You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight. Since we won and all," Jay said, sounding a bit excited. "This time, Heeseung is hosting it."

You thought about it for a moment, considering the invitation. The idea of seeing Heeseung again made your heart race a little, but you also felt a bit nervous about the whole thing. After a brief hesitation, you decided to go for it.

"Sure, why not," You said, trying to sound more awake and enthusiastic.

"Okay, I'll pick you up soon," Jay responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed, heading to your closet to find something to wear. As you got dressed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings with everything. Maybe the party won’t hurt.

As you finished getting dressed you got a text from Jay saying he was here. You grabbed your jacket and headed to his car. The drive was filled with chatting about random things.

Once you and Jay arrived at the party, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. As you walked inside, you saw people dancing to the music. You turned to Jay and asked, "Do you want to dance for fun?"

"Sure," Jay replied with a smile.

Both of you joined the crowd and started moving to the beat of the music. You felt carefree and happy, enjoying the moment with Jay. Jay grabbed your waist and moved with you. You felt your heart beating faster and stared at him before smiling.

After a while, Jay leaned in and said, "I'm going to get some drinks. Do you want anything?"

"Okay, thanks," You responded, and Jay walked away toward the drinks table.

You continued dancing, letting the music take over. Suddenly, you felt someone behind you. Turning around, you saw Heeseung, which made you jump a little.

"You scared me!" You exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest.

"Sorry," Heeseung said with a grin, "Do you want to go somewhere so we can talk?"

You glanced around, looking for Jay, and told Heeseung, "I'm waiting for Jay."

"Oh, you're with Jay? I thought you guys broke up or something cause he’s with another girl," Heeseung said, pointing towards the drinks table.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you look over. There, Jay was standing with a cup in his hand, but another girl was talking to him. She laughed and touched up his arm and he let her. He seemed to be laughing too. For some reason, you felt a pang of hurt in your chest upon hearing that. Still, you nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

Heeseung led you to a room upstairs. As you walked in, you looked around, examining the space. It was a cozy and well-decorated room.

"This is my room," Heeseung said, watching you, "I never let people in here. You're the first."

You felt surprised and a bit special hearing that, wondering what Heeseung wanted to tell you in private. So, you sat next to him.

You took a deep breath and turned to Heeseung, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Heeseung looked at you intently, his expression serious, "I wanted to ask you something," He began, "Are you and Jay really dating? Because it looks real, but not real enough to me."

You felt your heart race at his question. You were at a loss for words, trying to find a way to cover up the fake dating situation, "Uh, yeah, we are," you stammered, but Heeseung's piercing gaze told you he wasn't convinced.

"I can tell it's fake," He said softly, stepping closer to you. You stare down. You then felt a hand come up to your cheek, "If your relationship is not real, is it okay if I do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you. You could taste the faint hint of alcohol on his lips, and your mind went blank, not knowing how to react.

Just then, the door swung open, and you saw Jay standing there, his eyes wide with surprise, "Jay, I can explain," You blurted out, panic rising in your chest.

Jay held up a hand, cutting you off, "It's fine," He said, a strange look in his eyes, "You finally got him." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Heeseung alone.

Heeseung looked confused, trying to process what Jay meant. But you couldn't stay any longer. You had to go after Jay, "I need to go," you said to Heeseung, rushing out of the room to find Jay and explain everything.

You rushed out of the room, your heart pounding as you pushed past people at the party. The music and chatter seemed like a distant hum as you focused solely on finding Jay. You finally spotted him near the exit, and you quickened your pace, calling out his name, “Jay, wait!"

He stopped and turned around, his expression unreadable. You caught up to him, breathless, "I didn't know what to do," You said, your voice trembling, “I didn't expect Heeseung to kiss me."

Jay looked at you, his eyes hardening, "Why are you so scared? Our relationship didn't mean anything," He said flatly.

His words stung, and you felt a pang of hurt. "Be honest with me, Jay," You demanded, your voice breaking, “Do you like me?"

There was a heavy silence as he looked at you, his face devoid of emotion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "I never did."

You stood there, stunned, as he turned and walked towards his car. You watched him drive away, feeling a lump form in your throat. For some odd reason, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you stood there, heartbroken and alone.

You wiped your teary eyes, trying to compose yourself before heading back inside. The party was still in full swing, but everything felt different now. You spotted Heeseung across the room and made your way over to him, your heart heavy with mixed emotions.

Heeseung noticed you immediately, concern etched on his face, "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.

You ignored his question, your mind racing, "Heeseung, do you like me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sincere, "I do," He said, "I really like you. And I want to make it official, if that's okay with you."

A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "Yes, Heeseung. I'd like that."

Heeseung's face lit up with relief and happiness. He pulled you into a warm hug, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. But as he kissed you, something felt off. The kiss was gentle and sweet, but it didn't stir the emotions you expected. There was a hollowness, a sense that something was missing.

You pulled away slightly, looking into Heeseung's eyes. He smiled at you, completely unaware of the turmoil inside you. You forced a smile back, trying to push away the lingering doubts. For now, you were with Heeseung, and that was what mattered.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Half asleep, you glanced at the screen and, for a moment, thought it was Jay. But when you saw Heeseung's name, you remembered giving him your number the night before.

"Hello," You answered, trying to sound awake.

"Good morning," Heeseung replied cheerfully, "Can I pick you up? I'd like to take you to school."

"Sure," You said, sending him your address. You got out of bed and started getting ready, but something didn't feel right.

As you brushed your hair and picked out your clothes, you couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if it were Jay calling you. The idea of hearing his voice on the other line filled you with a mix of nostalgia and sadness.

Finally, you were ready and went downstairs to wait for Heeseung. As you waited, you couldn't help but feel that something was missing. The excitement and spark you felt with Jay weren't there. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present.

When Heeseung arrived, he greeted you with a big smile and a warm hug. You got into his car, trying to leave your doubts behind and enjoy the moment. But deep down, you couldn't ignore the feeling that something just didn't quite fit.

Heeseung drove you to school, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the streets. As you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed students glancing your way. Whispers and curious looks followed you both as you walked through the halls. It seemed like everyone had heard about you and Jay, and now seeing you with Heeseung was stirring up even more gossip.

You tried to ignore the stares and focused on Heeseung, who was chatting with you about the upcoming day. His presence was comforting, but the curious eyes around you made it hard to relax. As you reached your classroom, Heeseung turned to you with a smile.

"I'll see you later," He said, giving you a quick wave before heading off to his own class.

"Bye," You replied, watching him go. You took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.

The morning passed by in a blur of classes and assignments. What surprised you is that you didn’t see Jay in your second period. You just assumed he didn’t wanna see you.

When lunchtime finally arrived, you were gathering your things when Heeseung appeared at your classroom door.

“Hey, do you want to eat lunch with me, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon?" He asked casually.

At the mention of Jay's name, you froze for a moment. Your mind raced, but you forced a smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds great."

You shoot Kazuha a text before following Heeseung to the cafeteria, your heart pounding a little faster with each step. When you reached the table, you noticed Jay wasn't there. Jake and Sunghoon greeted you both with smiles, but you couldn't help but wonder where Jay was.

"Where's Jay?" Heeseung asked, looking around.

Sunghoon shrugged, "I called him, but he said he didn't want to come to school today."

Heeseung seemed to brush it off, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As you sat down and joined the conversation, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jay. Why hadn't he come to school? The question lingered in your mind, even as you tried to focus on the friends around you.

After school, you approached Heeseung and told him you were going shopping with Kazuha and that she would give you a ride. Heeseung nodded and smiled at you.

"Okay, I’ll call you later," He said, waving goodbye.

You walked over to Kazuha, who was waiting for you in her car. Seeing you, she frowned with concern.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit down lately, even though you got Heeseung in the end," Kazuha commented as you got into the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You replied, trying to sound convincing.

The drive to the mall was quiet, with Kazuha chatting about the latest news while you nodded distractedly. When you arrived, Kazuha followed you as you walked towards a guitar shop.

"What are we doing here?" She asked, visibly confused.

Without responding, you headed straight to the guitar section and picked out an expensive guitar that you knew Jay had always wanted. Kazuha looked at you with wide eyes as you paid for it.

"Why did you buy that?" She asked, still in shock.

"I promised Jay I'd give him the guitar he always wanted," You explained, remembering the promise you had made.

Kazuha nodded slowly, recalling, "You're a good person," She said softly.

But inside, you couldn't help but feel differently. As you both left the store, you felt the guitar in your hands, and a weight in your heart.

For the past few days, you had been spending a lot of time with Heeseung. Everything seemed perfect, but you couldn't help but notice how distant Jay had become.

He barely acknowledged you in class, and it felt like he was avoiding both you and Heeseung. The once warm and friendly interactions had turned cold and distant, leaving you feeling uneasy.

One morning, as you finished your first period, Heeseung approached you with a smile, "Hey, did you know it's Jay's birthday today?" He asked casually.

You nodded, feeling a pang of sadness, "Yeah, I know," You replied.

"Well, he's having a small get-together after school, and he said you should come too," Heeseung continued, watching your reaction.

You were taken aback, "He said that?" You asked, surprised. Given how Jay had been ignoring you lately, you found it hard to believe he would want you at his birthday celebration.

"Yeah, he did. He said it's fine," Heeseung reassured you, sensing your hesitation.

You were still skeptical but decided to trust Heeseung, "Okay, I'll come," You agreed, hoping that maybe this could be a chance to mend things with Jay.

The school day passed slowly, with Jay continuing to ignore you in class. The tension was palpable, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When the final bell rang, you met up with Heeseung, who seemed excited about the party.

As you and Heeseung drove to Jay's house together, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. There was a part of you that was nervous about seeing Jay, but another part that hoped this could be a turning point. When you arrived, you were greeted by a few of Jay's close friends, but Jay himself was nowhere to be seen.

Heeseung led you inside, and after a few minutes, Jay finally appeared. He looked surprised to see you but didn't say anything. Instead, he just gave you a small nod before turning his attention to Heeseung.

The party went on, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. Jay's distant behavior was confusing, and you wondered if coming here was a mistake.

However, as the night progressed, you noticed Jay stealing glances at you, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

Finally, as the party was winding down, you decided it was time to give Jay his gift. Nervously, you approached him and handed him the case, "Happy birthday, Jay," You said softly.

Jay's eyes widened in surprise as he opened the case and saw the guitar, "You actually got this for me?" He asked, clearly stunned.

You nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's the least I could do after you helped me get Heeseung."

Jay looked at you, his expression softening, "I can't take this," He said, shaking his head.

"Please, take it. You deserve it," You insisted.

Jay finally accepted the guitar, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Thank you," He said sincerely.

You just smiled and went back to Heeseung, feeling a mix of emotions. Soon, the party ended, and as you and Heeseung were leaving, Jay called out, "Take care."

Heeseung gave Jay a hug, and Jay just gave you a smile. You smiled back, but deep down, you missed the warmth of the old Jay, the one who used to be close to you.

"Of course," You replied, trying to sound cheerful, "Happy birthday, Jay."

He gave you a small smile, and for a moment, it felt like things might be okay. But the distance between you was still there, and you couldn't help but think you had caused it in the first place.

The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Heeseung pulled up in front of your house. The car ride had been filled with comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without needing words. As he turned off the engine, you hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Do you want to come inside for a bit?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips, “Sure, why not?"

You both got out of the car and walked to the front door. Once inside, you offered him a drink, and he accepted. The two of you settled on the couch, drinks in hand, and started talking about everything and nothing. As the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but bring up the question that had been nagging at you for a while.

"Heeseung, can I ask you something?" You began, your eyes searching his.

"Of course," He replied, leaning in slightly, his expression attentive.

“Why did it take you so long to talk to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of sadness.

Heeseung looked taken aback for a moment, “What do you mean?"

"You know, before I started dating Jay," you clarified, “When we played spin the bottle.”

Heeseung shrugged bashfully, “To be honest, I’m not really sure. I was drunk and I was just saying whatever the hell. But I'm glad he didn’t kiss you.”

You giggled until you thought of another one, “It was cute though when you gave me that note."

Heeseung's face went from shy to confused, "What note?"

You got up and went to your room, returning with a small piece of paper, "This one," You said, handing it to him, "You gave it to me a few months ago."

Heeseung unfolded the note and read it, his brow furrowing, "I never gave this to you," He said, looking genuinely puzzled.

You frowned, "But a boy gave it to me and said it was from you."

Heeseung shook his head slowly, "I never wrote this."

A thought suddenly struck you, and you grabbed the note from Heeseung, examining it closely, "Wait a minute," You said, your eyes widening as realization dawned on you, "This looks like Jay's handwriting."

Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, “Jay? Are you serious?"

You remember how his handwriting was when you guys passed notes back and forth in class out of boredom. You just didn’t look at the note for those past months. Everything suddenly clicked into place.

That boy that had given you the note, he was pointing at Jay, not Heeseung. Your heart raced as you pieced together the puzzle, feeling a mix of confusion and betrayal.

"It wasn't you," You whispered, more to yourself than to Heeseung, "It was Jay."

Heeseung reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to go through that misunderstanding," He said softly, "But I'm here now."

You looked up at him, gratitude and warmth filling your chest. But at the same time, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jay, “H-Heeseung thank you, but the only reason why I liked you, was because I thought you gave me this note, and you liked me that long too.”

Heeseung's smile faltered. It was silent for a few seconds before he let out a sigh, “You like Jay, don’t you? All those times spent together really helped you find your one.”

“I guess I didn’t really know at all.” You muttered. Heeseung cupped your face, staring into your eyes. You could tell the sadness in his eyes.

“I don’t blame you for liking Jay, I blame myself for loving you too late.” He sadly smiled. You hugged him tightly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.

As you stood there, the warmth of Heeseung's embrace enveloping you, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside. Heeseung gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a serious expression.

"You need to tell Jay," He said softly.

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. Heeseung gave you one last reassuring smile before turning and walking away. You watched him leave, feeling a sense of finality.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and dialed Jay's number. He picked up after a few rings, his voice laced with confusion, "Hey, what's up? Why are you calling?"

"Can you come over?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Jay hesitated, "I don't think I should... because of Heeseung."

"We broke up," You said, your voice steadying. There was a pause on the other end, and then Jay spoke again, his confusion evident, "Wait, what? You broke up?"

"Just come over, please," You urged. You hanged up not wanting to hear him talk.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. Jay was taken aback but quickly responded, his arms wrapping around you.

When you finally pulled away, you looked up at him and said, "You were the one who gave me the note."

Jay's eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know?"

You chuckled softly, "Because only you would do something cheesy like that."

Jay laughed, the sound warm and genuine. How you missed it. "Guilty as charged."

Before you could say anything else, Jay leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more confidence. The kiss deepened, and soon you found yourselves lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

The kiss became hot feeling , feeling Jay's tongue hot inside your mouth. You let out tiny moans when he began pushing you on the couch nearby. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to make the kiss deeper.

Jay broke the kiss and connected foreheads with you, both of you panting, “Been wanting to do that since we started this deal.” He panted. You smiled and pecked his lips.

“Surprised you didn’t wanna do it before that. But then again, you did hate me.” You teased. Jay scoffed and kissed your lips again.

“I didn’t hate you. Just didn’t wanna get rejected.” He admitted. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed his cheek with your hand.

“I’m sorry you felt that way. But you have me now, and I’m all yours.” You whispered.

“All mine.” He replied. He kissed along your jaw and sucked on it. You moaned softly and threw your head back.

He suddenly stopped leaving you confused before he flips you over in your stomach. He lifted your sweater up and off you. You arched your back, your ass hitting his groin. That earned a slap making you whimper. He then slowly slid your shorts off with your underwear.

You felt the cold air hitting your wet pussy and clenched. Jay fingers dipped easily inside you from behind causing you to arch your back while clenching a nearby pillow. His long thick fingers going in and out so smooth because of your dripping pussy.

You tried grinding down on them, but let out a sharp scream feeling your hair being pulled back, “You’re gonna take what I fucking give you.” He rasped out. You tried nodding your head, but couldn’t with the tightness of his grip on your hair.

He went a fast pace, however then went at a slow pace teasingly. You whined wanting him to go faster, “P-Please Jay!” You cried out. Jay didn’t listen to you and took his fingers out. You panted hard wanting to cum and being upset with the loss of contact.

You heard rustling behind you and turned your head back and saw Jay taking off his clothes too. You bit your lip, drooling over his dick. He stroked it slow and steady, “Ready?” He said. You nodded frantically and sticked your ass out more to him.

He gripped your waist and slowly, he entered. You both moaned in unison. He cursed feeling your hot walls engulf him tightly. You gasped for air feeling his dick fill you up.

He didn’t waste anytime and started going at a fast pace. You let out a squeal feeling his balls slapping against your pussy, adding a big amount of pleasure.

“Hah! Slow down J-Jay!” You wailed out. Jay chuckled and wrapped his hand around your neck, pushing your head down against the couch. You felt it hard to breathe, nonetheless it felt so good being manhandled.

“Pussy feels so good. Such a good girl for me~” He breathed out.

“Y-Yes! O-Only for you.” You moaned. Jay hummed, approving. And he’s never gonna let you go again.

You felt your orgasm coming, “G-Gonna cum! cumming, cumming!-“ You felt your jaw go slack feeling your orgasm. Jay didn’t stop. He continued fucking you through your orgasm leaving you shaking.

“You’ll be a good girl and wait? Gonna fucking breed this pussy till it’s full of my cum.” Jay groaned. You look behind you and gave Jay a seductive look.

“Please cum inside me.” You pleaded. That’s all it took before you felt warm cum filling you. Your eyes rolled back before you came again. Jay cursed and took his dick out, surprised you came again.

You panted heavenly and felt Jay wrap his arms around you, “Are you okay?” He asked, kissing the nape of your neck.

You smiled and nodded, “Just fine.” You responded. He chuckled and placed his head on top of yours. You both didn’t say anything else as sleep overtook both of you and soon you both fell asleep in each others warmth.

The next morning, you woke up on the couch, feeling a bit disoriented. As you rubbed your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back, and a smile crept onto your face. You noticed you were clean and wearing fresh clothes, which made you wonder how that happened. Then, a delicious aroma wafted through the air, drawing you towards the kitchen.

You walked in to find Jay standing by the stove, cooking. He turned and saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face, "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I'm using your kitchen," He said.

"It's fine," You replied, feeling a surge of affection. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. Jay chuckled, clearly amused.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice light and teasing.

"You're warm," You said simply, resting your head against his back.

Jay laughed softly, "Well, breakfast is almost done."

You just smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This was a moment you wanted to hold onto forever.

After finishing the delicious breakfast Jay had prepared, you both cleaned up the kitchen together, sharing light conversation and laughter. Once everything was tidied up, you suggested watching a movie, and Jay agreed with a smile. You both settled on the couch, picking a movie that you both liked.

After the movie, Jay turned to you with a mischievous smile, "I have a surprise for you," He said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You tilted your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion, "A surprise? What is it?"

Jay chuckled softly, "You'll see. Just get ready. Wear something comfortable."

You nodded, the anticipation building as you went to your room to change. After a few minutes, you returned, dressed and ready. Jay took your hand and led you to his car. The drive was filled with light chatter and laughter, but Jay kept the destination a secret.

When you finally arrived, Jay parked the car and turned to you with a playful grin, "Okay, now for the fun part," He said, pulling out a blindfold.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, "A blindfold? Really?"

Jay nodded, his grin widening, "Trust me, it'll be worth it."

You allowed him to tie the blindfold around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Jay took your hand again, guiding you out of the car. As you walked, you felt the ground change beneath your feet, from pavement to something softer. Sand. You couldn't help but ask, "Where are we?"

Jay only chuckled, continuing to lead you forward. After a few more steps, he stopped, "Okay, you can take off the blindfold now."

You removed the blindfold and gasped. Before you was a beautiful picnic setup on the beach. The very same beach where you had once spilled your drink on Jay, a moment that had been both awkward and endearing. The sight was breathtaking—blankets, cushions, and a spread of delicious-looking food, all laid out under the soft glow of fairy lights.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took it all in, "Jay, this is... this is beautiful," You said, your voice trembling with emotion.

Jay smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness, “Just like you," He replied softly.

You wiped away a tear, still in awe, "How did you do all this?"

Jay chuckled, looking a bit sheepish, “I had some help. Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung pitched in."

You couldn't help but smile, knowing that even Heeseung had helped out. You turned to Jay, feeling a surge of affection, "Thank you," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss was sweet and filled with gratitude. You both settled down on the blankets, enjoying the food and each other's company. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore added to the magic of the evening.

As you ate, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, feeling incredibly lucky to have him in your life. The surprise, the effort, and the thoughtfulness behind it all made you realize just how much he cared. And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the beach and the warmth of Jay's presence, you felt truly happy.

As you guys finished eating and now watching the ocean crashing together with a beautiful sound, you found yourself glancing at Jay more than the scenery. The warmth of his presence and the memory of last night filled your mind.

You couldn't ignore the growing urge to close the distance between you two. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jay, who noticed your gaze and looked at you with curiosity.

Without overthinking it, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Jay's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he responded, kissing you back gently. Encouraged by his response, you deepened the kiss, pouring all the emotions you had been feeling into it.

Jay's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The kiss grew more passionate, and you found yourself climbing onto his lap, straddling him. You continued kissing him, feeling the intensity of the moment building. Jay's hands roamed your back, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

You broke the kiss briefly to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. Jay looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of happiness and something deeper. You smiled, and without a word, you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if you were both savoring every second.

The ocean and seagulls made noise in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it. All that mattered was the lust you felt in that moment, the unspoken feeling that Jay also feels. You continued kissing Jay, feeling a sense of rightness and contentment that you had never felt before.

You then broke the kiss again and suddenly went between his legs. Jay stares confused, but you just smiled innocently and stoked his cloth dick. He groaned and slowly threw his head back. You felt his dick becoming hard fast and played with the strap bands of his sweats.

You pulled them down softly with the help of him by lifting up his lower body. His dick slapped against his lower stomach. You drooled, staring at it and gently took it in your hands. He moaned and bit his lip. You gave it kitten licks before going to the tip, sucking it just a little, but giving it enough for Jay to want more.

You watched his expressions. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazed, hair still messy from last night, his mouth open and wanting to be kissed, his shirt sticking with sweat. You decided to stop the teasing and engulfed his dick fully. Jay let out a loud moan and held your head, trying to steady himself. You sucked it hard and slow making his head feel dizzy.

“Ah- Fuck! Have you done this before?” Jay questioned. If you haven’t, you're pretty good for a beginner. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes almost making him cum right then and there, but he held back. You tried shaking your head with his dick still in your mouth making him sigh feeling you bob against it.

You felt his balls tighten against your hands indicating he was gonna cum. Jay thrust up a few times making you gag before he finally came. Spurts of his cum going down your throat. He panted while still holding your head. You let go of his dick and wiped your mouth, “Did I do good?”

“You did amazing.” He smiled. You giggled and stood up. You watched Jay pull his boxers and sweatpants back up before grabbing your wrist making you lay right on top of him.

The only sound heard was the water splashing and Jay's heartbeat. You closed your eyes hearing it. It sounded so loud, and yet so calm. You couldn’t help but say those three words, “I love you.”

You felt Jay froze as he looked down at you. He then smiled and leaned to kiss you, “I love you too, pretty.” He said. You smiled back.

As you both continued watching the scenery, you felt a surge of happiness fill through your body. You loved Jay, since the moment he agreed to fake date you. You were glad that happened, unless none of this would have happened.

And as you looked at Jay once more, you knew he was the right man for you, and for the rest of your life.

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[luveline]

hey do you still take requests for kbd Steve?? If so, could you please do reader feeling a bit insecure because obviously after so many kids her body won’t be the same as it was and Steve comforting her? Im obsessed with this whole au it’s so freaking cute 😭

You wouldn’t have your family without some changes, but you still wish that things could be different. 

“You’re sighing.”

“Nah.” 

“You are.” Steve tucks his fingers into the elastic on a crew sock and pulls it back. When he lets go, it flies taut across the bedroom and lands on your naked feet. “Don’t sigh, baby.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“Come’n lay down with me, then. Let Steve take care of you.” 

You wrinkle your nose as he laughs. “Gross, dude.” 

“Uber gross. Come on, come sit in my lap. Please? Please, please, please–”

You travel the room if only to quiet his surprisingly irritating soprano. “How’d you get your voice to do that?” you ask, knocking at his thighs in an attempt to shift them over. 

Steve’s having none of it, pulling you by the waist fully into his lap, his thighs spreading underneath you. You go down sideways, legs over one tan thigh. His leg hair tickles the backs of your knees. He sweeps a big hand down the flank of your calf and clamps on your ankle to stop you from fleeing. “Practice. So, what’s up with you?” 

You pretend to pick at your nails. “Nothing.”

“Yeah, try again.”

“Nothing, you jerk!” You elbow him in his chest. He looks at you with those deplorable brown eyes, too used to getting his way, and there’s a half shade of worship stuck in the flecks of his irises. You could shake him. “It’s stupid, and I already know what you’re gonna say.” 

“So spell it out for me and I’ll try to subvert your expectations.” 

“Will you?” You sag a little in his lap. “I don’t know, Steve, I guess I miss my body. You know, before I had the girls. I miss feeling…” Not perfect, did you ever feel perfect? “I don’t like having something to compare it too, I guess. And– and, you know, too, I used to be less…” 

“What, honey?” he asks nicely. 

“Soft, I guess.”

“Baby, you’ve always been soft.” He rubs his hand up your leg again. It encroaches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His thumb plays a risky game but ultimately stays at the edge of your underwear. If your being half nude has bothered him yet, he hasn’t said. A shudder runs through you as his thumb strokes the roll of your stomach, the unavoidable skin there. “You’re exactly the same as you were before the girls.” 

“Well, I’m not.”

“Well, you’re not.” Steve holds your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, though. We’re both changing. I don’t look like–”

“Yeah, you do!” That’s what makes it so hard. He looks the same now as he did when you met. The only difference in him now is the chest hair he keeps and the wrinkles by his eyes. 

“I love that you’ve changed. I couldn’t be happier.” He covets the side of your face with his palm. It makes your cheek feel small and delicate as he strokes it carefully, warming it, letting your face dip down into his hold. “Baby,” he says, practically molten now, and melting you, his tone like honey browning over a steady flame, “you don’t need to worry about that shit, ever. Are you serious? You’re crazy if you think there’s anything about you now that doesn’t measure up to before you had Ave. Fuck, I couldn’t want you more. It’s– it’s a problem, you know it is.” 

“Is it?” 

“No. I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” he says, touching the thin material of your bralette almost curiously, though there’s nothing about you Steve doesn’t already know. 

“Okay,” you say, recognising the adoring in his eyes for what it is. He’s flushed beneath you, promise of some physical reassurance clear in his eyes, his pupils like dark dimes. “Can you take it off for me?” you ask casually, quietly, practiced innocence that has him biting the inside of his cheek. “I can’t do the clasp.” 

“Of course I can, honey. Turn around for me. Thank you, honey, that’s good. That’s perfect. Is that better?”

His fingertips are like heat where they skirt along your skin. “Thank you.” 

[kenntoria]

gojo loves mornings.

not in a normal way—not in the wake-up-early-and-be-productive way, because he’s actually god-awful at that. but he loves mornings with you. the kind where the sun hasn’t fully crept in yet, where the world is still quiet and blanketed in soft blue shadows, where there’s only you and him and the sleepy weight of comfort.

today is one of those mornings.

you’re curled up beside him in bed, body warm and limp with sleep, tucked under his chin while his arms are slung lazily around your middle. he’s been awake for a while—couldn’t help it, not when your hair tickled his nose and your little exhales brushed against his collarbone. he’s just been laying there, holding you close, watching the world slowly brighten beyond the windows.

he doesn’t move.

you’re the softest thing he’s ever had. nothing else in the world has ever felt like this. like peace and like home.

so when you stir, just a little, and shift your head to bury it deeper into his chest, he feels his heart squeeze in the dumbest, warmest way. his fingers flex slightly, drawing lazy circles against your back. your legs try to kick free of the blanket but he wrangles them back under with his own, chuckling lowly.

“mmph,” you mumble, voice muffled, sleep-heavy. “lemme go.”

“never,” he whispers, voice still rough with sleep, curling even tighter around you. “we live here now. in this bed. forever.”

you grunt at him, too groggy to argue properly, your fists pushing against his chest with the strength of a sleepy kitten. your eyes are barely cracked open, just enough to squint at him. he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek.

you smack him—lightly, without energy. “stop.”

he grins against your skin. “but you’re so cute like this.”

“you’re annoying like this.”

“so mean,” he gasps, but he doesn’t let you go. not yet. not until you wiggle hard enough to break an arm free and start clumsily smacking him again, half-heartedly and yawning between each attack.

he lets you roll away, but not too far. follows you with a hand tugging at your waist, draping his leg over yours again. “where are you even trying to go, huh?”

“bathroom.”

“you need me in the bathroom?”

“…i need to pee.”

“i’ll go with you.”

“why would you—no. no. toru—”

but it’s too late. he’s already dragging himself out of the bed, still in his ridiculous sleep shirt that reads i heart naps, hair sticking out in every direction. he’s behind you as you pad slowly toward the bathroom, groaning under your breath.

you look grumpy. adorably so. squinting like the light betrayed you, shuffling like you’ve forgotten how to walk. and when you finally reach the sink and grab your toothbrush, you lean against him like your legs can’t hold you up anymore.

“tired, baby?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you glare at him through the mirror, toothpaste foaming at the corner of your mouth. he thinks you look beautiful.

he holds you steady as you brush your teeth, humming some awful tune against your neck until you elbow him in the ribs, forcing a laugh out of him. he lets go only when you’re finished and stretching your arms above your head like a cat, shirt rising up just slightly, enough for him to peek at your belly and press another kiss there too.

you grunt, again. “food.”

he’s already leading the way, fingers loosely hooked in yours.

you end up sitting at the tiny kitchen table in the too-big apartment, faces half-buried in mismatched cereal bowls. it’s almost always cereal in the mornings. not because you can’t cook, but because neither of you wants to. not when it’s early. not when the air still smells like dreams and blankets and you.

“we’re out of the good cereal,” you mumble around a mouthful of cornflakes.

“it’s because you eat it all first.”

“i share—”

“do not,” he cuts in, pointing his spoon at you. “you hide it behind the oats.”

you freeze. “…you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

he looks betrayed. “so it was you?! i thought it was shoko this whole time.”

“why would shoko hide cereal in our cabinet?”

“i don’t know! she’s a doctor? kinda.”

you snort into your bowl and lean over the table to flick milk at him. he retaliates by dragging your stool closer with a single strong hand and plopping you right into his lap.

you yelp—“it’s cold!”—but you don’t move. you never do.

he tucks you in close, wrapping his arms around you like you’re another blanket. his chin rests against your shoulder, spoon now forgotten in his empty bowl. you’re still eating slowly, but he doesn’t mind. he just holds you, thumbs rubbing up and down your thighs, cheek pressed into your sleep-warm skin.

you sigh, soft and content. your body melts against his.

“just ten more minutes,” you whisper.

“take twenty,” he murmurs.

outside, the world continues. cars pass. birds chirp. the sun climbs higher.

but inside, in this little kitchen with the chilly floor and the cereal boxes and the sound of your sleepy breath against his chest, time doesn’t move.

it never does when he has you like this. when he gets to start the day with you tangled in his arms, heart quiet and full.

gojo loves mornings.

but only because he gets to spend them like this. with you.

[letsnowtalk]

Steady Hands

Nika mühl x fem reader

A/N: i love vetxrookie😜

When Nika got drafted to Seattle she was the happiest girl in the world.

Why?

Because of you.

It started with the clinginess.

You’d been in the league long enough to recognize when a rookie was latching onto a vet out of nerves, admiration, or the sheer need to survive the W. It happened every season—usually faded out by the All-Star break.

But Nika Mühl?

She stuck.

Like gum under your shoe.

Every day of training camp, she was there. Right next to you in drills, mimicking your movements during film, leaning in during water breaks to ask questions with her thick Croatian accent wrapping around your name like a dare.

“Y/N… can I sit here?”

“Y/N, what do you think I should’ve done in that last possession?”

“Y/N, you always tie your shoes like that?”

It was cute, and it was constant.

You hadn’t expected to like it.

But the truth was, there was something magnetic about her. Not just her hustle or her chaotic defensive energy—but her grin, the way she looked at you like you were already everything. Like you had nothing to prove, and she wanted to be the one to know every part of you anyway.

By the end of preseason, she was calling you her vet with a smirk.

“Hey, you gonna teach me that spin move or keep gatekeeping greatness?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Earn it.”

And she did.

Damn if she didn’t.

⸻

Nika didn’t get many minutes to start the season. Rookie dues, rotation depth, coach’s caution. She still fought every damn second she was on the floor. But it killed you seeing her on the bench too long, chewing her mouthguard with that storm in her eyes.

You pulled her aside after a road loss in Chicago, both of you still sweaty, hearts beating loud from a fourth-quarter push that came too late.

“You’re doing everything right,” you told her, pressing a towel into her hands. “They’re just slow to trust. Keep barking on defense. Be loud. Be you.”

Her eyes searched yours. “They listen to you.”

“They do,” you said evenly. “So I’ll talk. But you keep showing them you belong.”

You didn’t expect her to grab your wrist gently.

Didn’t expect her to say, “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Didn’t expect it to make your chest ache like that.

⸻

Things changed after that.

She started getting more minutes. You talked to the coaching staff—not in a “she’s my favorite” kind of way, but in a “this girl reads the floor better than half the second unit” kind of way. And they listened.

Because you’d been here. You’d won. You knew what made the team better.

And Nika made them better.

She got bolder on the court. More decisive. She chased steals like her life depended on it, dove for loose balls that no rookie should sacrifice their ribs for, and still…still ended up in your locker chair after practices like it was hers.

“Nice pass today,” she murmured one afternoon, flicking your knee with her towel. “You looked for me.”

“I always look for you.”

The look in her eyes when you said it? Dangerous.

You didn’t move. Neither did she.

But that line between you—rookie and vet, court and off—it pulsed electric.

⸻

By the Olympic break, she kissed you.

It wasn’t planned. Wasn’t even dramatic. Just a quiet moment after a late practice, the gym dark except for the glow of the overhead exit sign.

You’d lingered. So had she.

She was icing her shoulder, hair messy from a hard scrimmage, her legs stretched over the bench across from you. You were talking low, laughing about how your coach still called her “firecracker.”

Then silence.

Then her soft, “Can I?”

Then the kiss—tentative at first, then hungry. A little clumsy. A lot honest.

You didn’t stop her.

You didn’t want to.

⸻

It stayed private.

Not secret, exactly. Just… yours.

In locker rooms, you kept your distance. On planes, you didn’t sit together too often. But when it was just the two of you—hotel rooms, late walks, 3AM texts when one of you couldn’t sleep—it was real.

She never hid how much she liked you, though. Even in public.

“Why do you cling to Y/N like that?” Tina, one of your teammates, had laughed during a post-game dinner.

“Because she’s my favorite,” Nika said without hesitation, looping her arm through yours under the table. “And she’s soft. On the inside. You don’t know.”

You’d kicked her ankle.

But you’d smiled, too.

⸻

It happened in Phoenix.

Hot gym. Chippy game. One of those nights where everyone was irritated by the refs, the fans, and each other. You were up by six in the third quarter, tension high, when it happened.

Nika went to the rim, got bodied hard mid-air by a vet guard who’d been jawing all night. She hit the floor shoulder-first, skidding with a painful grunt.

You were already off the bench before the whistle.

By the time you reached her, she was sitting up, flexing her wrist, pissed as hell.

You crouched beside her. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “That was dirty.”

Then, as the refs reviewed it, that same guard—too smug, too casual—walked past you both and said something low in Croatian.

You didn’t understand it.

But Nika did.

Her face snapped toward the woman like she’d been slapped.

“What’d she say?” you asked quietly.

Nika’s jaw clenched. “Don’t worry.”

You turned.

“Hey,” you called to the player. “You want to throw shade, do it in a language we all speak.”

The woman smirked. “Just saying hi.”

“Then say it nice,” you snapped.

Whistles blew. Double technicals. Coach yelled. But it wasn’t until the final minute—when Nika stripped the ball from that same player, ran it down the court, and fed you for the dagger three—that it really exploded.

As you turned, your finger already rising in celebration, Nika was there.

Grinning, sweating, bright-eyed—and she pulled you in.

Not for a high five.

Not for a chest bump.

For a kiss.

Right there.

On your mouth.

On the court.

In front of the whole damn world.

⸻

You pulled back too late. The damage was done.

The crowd roared. Cameras caught it. Your teammates froze, then whooped. The bench exploded. And you—

You were staring at her like she’d set you on fire.

“I—” she started.

“You just—” you blinked.

She smiled. “I told you I’d follow you anywhere.”

⸻

It was chaos after the game.

Media storm. Phones blowing up. Headlines in real time: “Storm Chemistry? Mühl and Y/L/N Spark More Than Plays on the Court.”

Coach just raised her eyebrows in the locker room.

“Anything I should know?” she asked.

You and Nika exchanged glances.

“She kissed me,” you said dryly.

“I saw that,” Coach deadpanned.

Then a smile broke out across her face.

“As long as it doesn’t mess with your play, I don’t care who’s kissing who. Just win.”

Nika bumped your shoulder, smug.

“She wants to kiss a winner,” she whispered.

You rolled your eyes.

But you smiled, too.

⸻

The playoffs hit like a second season.

Everything was louder. Sharper. Faster.

You’d warned Nika before it started—told her the physicality doubled, the talking tripled, and that opponents would look for any crack to slip through.

You didn’t tell her to be careful with you.

You should have.

You were deep into Game Two of the second round, playing on the road against a gritty team that didn’t know how to lose quietly(wanna say who but im gonna get cancelled 🤫). You’d taken a hard screen early in the third that left your shoulder burning. The trainers cleared you to stay in, but you could feel Nika watching you from across the floor like a fuse lit too close to the flame.

Then the incident happened.

Fourth quarter. One-point game. You went up for a floater, landed hard, and one of the opposing guards—you’d played against her before, you knew she liked to push—“accidentally” stumbled into your body. Elbow right to your ribs. Followed by a not-so-innocent hand on your hip.

“You okay, baby?” the guard said with a fake little smile, just loud enough to be heard.

You flinched, brushing her off.

But Nika heard it.

And Nika snapped.

Before the ref could even whistle the contact, Nika was there.

“Back the fuck up,” she barked, stepping chest-to-chest with the girl who dared touch you. “You think I didn’t see that weak-ass flop?”

The ref blew the whistle too late. Technical. Maybe on both. You weren’t sure. Because all you could see was Nika’s eyes—wild, storming, locked on the girl like she might swing.

“She’s good,” the girl muttered, smirking. “You scared she’s gonna like someone else?”

Nika didn’t hesitate.

“She already does,” she snarled. “And it’s me. So touch her like that again, and I swear—playoffs or not—I’ll end you.”

Your hand found hers instinctively, grounding her.

“Nika,” you whispered. “Not worth it.”

She looked at you, chest heaving. Eyes still dangerous. But then her fingers curled tightly around yours.

And she backed off.

The ref issued double techs. Coach didn’t even chew her out—just muttered something like “Next time, let her flop. Don’t give the refs ammo.”

But Nika wasn’t listening.

When the huddle broke, she pulled you aside, her jaw clenched.

“She touched you,” she said. “She called you baby.”

You exhaled. “That’s her thing. She does it to everyone.”

“She doesn’t do it to me.”

You smiled softly. “That’s because she knows better.”

Nika’s eyes finally softened. But her hand slid around your waist, slow, possessive, in front of the whole arena.

“No one gets to touch you like that,” she said low. “Only me. Got it?”

You kissed her cheek—quick, hidden behind your hand—but enough for her to grin.

“Got it, firecracker.”

⸻

You blew them out by twelve.

Nika had five steals, three of which came after that moment. She was everywhere—ripping through passing lanes, barking switches, grinning like a menace. The commentators called it emotional fuel. The fans called it chaos. You just called it hers.

Post-game interviews were wild.

“Looked like things got heated out there,” one reporter said, smirking at you both.

“Just protecting my teammate,” Nika said coolly, her arm draped casually over your chair.

You raised an eyebrow. “Just a teammate?”

Nika turned to you with a wolfish grin.

“My teammate. My girl. Same thing.”

The room buzzed.

Your face burned.

But you didn’t correct her.

Because truthfully?

You liked when the whole damn world knew.

———

And the world knowing change much.

You still moved like the heartbeat of the team. Still ran plays. Still mentored rookies. Still had Nika’s back every second she was on the floor.

Only difference?

Now when she stole a pass and pointed to the bench, everyone knew who she was pointing at.

Now when you got subbed out, she always came over first, tossing you her towel like it was a love letter.

Now when opposing guards tried flirting—or fouling—too hard, Nika didn’t hold back.

“You hit her like that again,” she told one during a late-season game, voice cold, “and I hit you back. You understand?”

You had to pull her away, hand on her chest, laughing.

“Nika,” you warned.

She just looked at you. “What? I’m invested.”

⸻

You never expected to fall for a rookie.

But Nika Mühl wasn’t just any rookie.

She was loud and loyal and maddening.

She wore her heart like armor and handed it to you before you even realized you were bleeding.

And you—steady, quiet, the vet who’d seen it all—had somehow found the one person who made you feel brand new again.

So when she looked at you after clinching a playoff spot, hair sticking to her face, eyes dancing, and said, “Come home with me,” you just laughed.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Because the truth was?

She’d been home all along.

—————

Me when nika just exists

[simmeons]

GAH guys formal apology if this shit is either really short and sweet or super long and sappy i fear i can not find a middle ground

FIRST OFF. YOU SNOWY. GRISPS YOU. ur literally one of my best friends i don't know u understand truly when i mention you in conversations you're a best friend and puuggg ilysm i love Snowbot i love all the fixations you go through i love just seeing you being happy and talking with me and in the server. Also I Am So Sorry About That Spider We Tried💔💔💔GELLPP but WAHHH I LOVE YOU i love how you can just DM me bout Justin Timberlake and then you'll be talking about how he gets 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in a movie i love it so much you're my little tweaker

@vitoruwii no words could express my love for u vro. you're my platonic soulmate (because we all know Scotty is my romantic one heh i love my wife) i would give up my left arm for you. just not my right one i really like that one i need that one to draw Yorlik you understand the grind. i love how you've been with me through the recent drama with Those Who Shall Not Be Named and you've helped me become a better person. to this day i feel like the luckiest person to have you in my life because truly my wife would be so much more boring without you in it. i love our OCs and the relationships we've created between them, i love when we play overwatch together and i love when we do whiteboards. i don't know if you remember, but i remember years back when i first met you in the Ishimondo server and i just thought you were the coolest person ever. your art was gorgeous and you were such a creative mind. if i ever lost you i think it would be like reading Scotty dying in the book again. im ur omega forever bro trust❤️‍🩹

@aceship-sconesterprise I know we don't talk a lot one on one, but i don't really mind! i appreciate the friendship we have because you and Andi (who YES I WILL GET TO YOU TOO BRO) both directly got me into scones. It was your stories that got me into making a Tumblr account, just to follow you! I loved waking up everyday of June knowing there would be a devilish story waiting for me, and I can't express how special I feel knowing you've read mine too! I love randomly sending you things that remind me of you, even though every time I feel like a weirdo, you're very kind. I absolutely adore Ms Farie, Aporal, and the rest of your OCs- and I know I'll grow to love the other non-trek ones after I finally sit down and watch their source material! ...one day.. I did sorta watch a Numbers episode when I couldn't sleep at 1am I AM TRYING!!!!!!!! Anyways just know that I love you a lot and admittedly every time you go on your digital detox I get extremely sad and I miss you like a dog. But you didn't hear that from me okay

@thesconesyard of course I had to include you too, Andi! We don't interact a lot but I still value you a lot in my life. I'm so glad to see you're back to work on your cowboy Enterprise series, and I can't wait to see what you do with them next! Your slice of life posts, even if I don't engage all the time (mostly because I'm not all that active on this app anymore, oops) give me some comfort because it's a bit of a reality check. I'm sure I've already said it before, but you do inspire me to keep doing, stop thinking my life will magically end after I turn 20. You give me some hope in life as odd and silly as that sounds

@dilfoez hey there bro.... Heh... I absolutely love how we can bounce scones off one another, and I love the little tweaker mirror scones we've created together! Our doomed yaoi 💓 I love all your F/Os (and they love you too they told Scotty and then Scotty told me TRUST) and I love seeing ur cute posts about them ouugggh it makes me giggle I love happy relationships. One day I will watch Dead Man Waking... I promise u vro..

To any other moots of mine I haven't tagged, know I love you all very much as well! Please, PLEASE do not feel scared to talk to me or anything, I am very open to becoming closer with you all! I love everyone who leaves nice comments or reblogs. Hell, even a like makes me smile. Mmmwahh

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[headcanon-everything]

Cough cough could I ask for some curt and rod hc? There's so little content with them I'm starving </3

Nsfw ones too... if possible

there is, I think my earlier post is one of like 4 things in the tag 😭 and I got you, they're under the cut 👀

Curt & Rod Headcanons

say it with me now: 🗣️ CURT IS A CANON MOMMA'S BOY

cuddle piles!! sometimes against your will as they decide you need a break and flop onto you, using their full weight to keep you from going anywhere

you can fluster both, but it takes work. Usually it takes you being sucrose sweet and sincere to make them actually bashful

Curt sleep talks and Rod snores. sorry not sorry but they totally do

they physically cannot stop making noise, even in sleep

WILL hold things above your head, and if you're a similar height or taller they'll toss it back and forth to keep it out of your reach

self care and hair days!! they both take a lot of pride in how they look so they're down for an evening in to pamper each other (not without teasing of course)

(they both about died laughing seeing each other in the face masks that have animals on them)

neither will say it but they're both suckers for seeing you in their clothes

it just feels so sweet and domestic that they don't know what to do with themselves (this manifests into teasing you and calling you a clothes thief)

cute agreesionnnnn, they wanna just squeeze your cheeks forever

Curt is half an inch taller than Rod, but Rod is petty and wears shoes that have extra thick soles so he's an inch and a half taller than Curt and gaslights him into thinking he's the taller one

and then will use this "fact" in an argument

I hope you're decisive because you will have to pick sides. often.

no hard feelings for either, but they will get pouty if you take ones side more often than the other

NOSY AF

you're going out? where? the store, which one? what are you buying? can we have some?

will steal food off of your plate if they want a bite and wont ask first (Rod is more likely but Curt isn't innocent)

good luck hiding presents or getting them a surprise gift

Curt is a chronic looker at presents, even since he was a kid. he's unwrap them and then re-wrap them

Rod doesn't surprisingly, but he's always asking what you're doing and where you're going so it's still a pain to hide a secret

while they're still objects, they get anxious whenever you're in a room they're not in or if you're out of the house - they're more stationary objects, and so they do tend to stress when you're out of one of their sights

if you leave the house while they're still objects, they're glued to the road waiting to be the first to spot your car coming back home

NSFW headcanons:

they're mean; they like to tease a LOT

the shade doesn't end when it's time for the bedroom, it just transforms into dirty talk

the two of them do not be quiet

they will sometimes talk to each other rather than you, a "man, did you see that? they're so excited for us" "I don't know, I think they can get a little louder"

Curt is usually the first to cave to you though, especially when you start begging

Rod wants to see you whine and tear up a little first

like fighting for who's in charge, the back and forth REALLY gets them going if you try to initiate or take control

but they will fight back - the push and pull is something they're excited about

the only way to really win is to turn them against each other;

it usually goes with you teaming up with Rod first, having Curt be the one who is the subject of your guys's attention

then after he is thoroughly exhausted, catching Rod off guard by teaming up with Curt to help him either get his revenge or to "help"

then you win with both boys being exhausted and putty under your fingertips

they LOVE it

[sereia4skz]

Can I request dom minho and sub female. Punishment and spanking for brat behaviors. After reading your works I need to this man as dom ugh

oneshot | say that again

pairing: dom!minho x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: spanking, brat-taming, degradation/praise, orgasm control, mild bondage, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering, butt play (fondling), rough sex

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

You’ve been testing him all day, snarky remarks at breakfast, innocent little touches when you passed him in the hallway. And now, lounging on his couch in nothing but an oversized shirt and thigh-high socks, legs spread just enough to show you’re not wearing anything underneath.

Minho’s been patient, smug, but patient. But you know that twitch in his jaw by now. The narrowed eyes when he glances at your thighs. The way he’s been cracking his knuckles just for something to do with his hands.

“Is that my shirt?” he asks finally, voice low as he leans over the couch behind you.

You shrug. “Maybe. You weren’t wearing it.”

He hums. Steps around, plants himself between your thighs, and stares down at you with that insufferable smirk.

“You’re really pushing it today, jagi.”

You smile sweetly up at him. “What’re you gonna do about it, sir?”

There’s that twitch again. But this time, he tilts your chin up with two fingers, eyes locked on yours.

“Say that again.”

You grin. “What, sir?”

No warning. Minho grabs your wrist and hauls you up off the couch like you weigh nothing, spinning you around and dragging you toward the bedroom. You yelp and laugh through it all, breath catching the second he tosses you down onto the bed.

“Alright,” he says, pulling off his belt with one sharp flick. “You want to play cute? We’ll play cute.”

Your hands are bound behind your back before you can speak, the cool leather snug against your wrists.

“Color?” he murmurs in your ear, brushing your hair out of the way.

“Green,” you breathe. “So green.”

Minho laughs, sharp and quiet. “Good.”

He flips your shirt up over your back and whistles low. “No panties, huh? Slutty little thing.”

You whine, wriggling your hips back. “Just easier access.”

“Mm. And I bet this ass has been begging for attention, too.” 

Crack. You gasp, hips jolting as his palm connects firmly with your left cheek.

“You know the rules,” he says calmly, cupping the warmth he just left. “Count.”

“One…” 

Crack. Another hit, this time to the right side.

“Two.. fuck!”

He pauses to admire the bloom of red on your skin. Runs his palm over both cheeks, gently squeezing.

“Look at that. Already squirming. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir…”

“Then take it properly.”

The next few come faster, three, four, five, each one making you cry out, thighs twitching. He soothes between each strike, fingers fondling, groping, spreading you open like he owns you.

“You get so wet when I treat you like this,” he murmurs, fingers dipping between your legs. “Dripping all over my sheets.”

You shudder as two fingers glide through your slick, teasing your entrance but never pressing in.

“Six…” you whisper as the next spank lands. It’s harder. Your knees buckle a little.

“Don’t lose count now, jagi.”

“Seven!”

“Atta girl.”

Minho kneels behind you, one hand still fondling your ass, the other sliding two fingers deep inside you with no warning. You gasp, he curls them immediately, finding that spot that makes your arms strain against the belt.

“Minho fuck”

“Sir.”

“Sir! please-”

He picks up the pace, fingers fucking into you with a wet rhythm, thumb brushing your clit just enough to make you moan.

“Feel that? You’re gonna cum so fast like this.”

You nod frantically, hips rocking back onto his hand. “Yes please, please,��

Then it stops.

You sob.

“Did I say you could cum?”

“No, sir…”

“Exactly.”

He stands, grabs a fistful of your hair, and drags you up onto your knees. “Face down, ass up. Let me see how sorry you are.”

You scramble to obey, cheek pressed to the sheets, arms still bound behind you. He drags the head of his cock through your folds, groaning at the feel.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me, sir… please, I’ll be good-”

“Mm.” He grips your hips. “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said all day," he thrusts into you in one deep, punishing motion.

Your eyes roll back. He doesn’t give you a second to adjust, just sets a ruthless pace, hips slapping into your sore ass with each stroke. One hand grips your bound wrists, the other cups your cheek again, squeezing hard.

“You love this,” he pants. “Getting punished, treated like a toy.”

“Yes, yes, sir… feels so good,”

He switches positions, pulls out just long enough to flip you onto your back and toss your legs over his shoulders. The change in angle has you crying out instantly.

“Look at you,” he growls, fucking into you again. “Blushing. Dripping. You act like a brat but you love being handled.”

He leans forward, one hand sliding beneath you to grab a full handful of your ass as he thrusts deeper. You feel every inch. His fingers dig into the bruised flesh, tugging you into each stroke.

“Minho! Sir- gonna cum-”

“Hold it.”

You sob, thighs shaking. “Please, sir please-”

His hips grind against yours, strokes slowing down, deliberately deep. He leans in close, lips ghosting your ear.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry… fuck- I’m sorry for being a brat-”

“For what?”

“For testing you. For teasing. For not being a good girl-”

“That’s right.”

When he gives it to you, no more denial, just sharp, punishing thrusts that send you spiraling, you fall apart with a scream, clenching around him, vision going white.

Minho groans low in your ear. “There she is.”

He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, one hand still kneading your ass while the other wraps around your throat, loose, but possessive.

“Take it,” he growls. “Take it all.”

He finishes with a rough thrust and a long groan, hips stilling as he fills you. You tremble under him, legs twitching from the aftershocks.

You barely feel him reach behind you to undo the belt. Your arms drop, aching but free. A moment later, you’re in his lap, cradled against his chest like he didn’t just wreck you within an inch of your sanity.

Minho strokes your hair back gently.

“There you are,” he murmurs, voice soft now. “My good girl.”

You nuzzle into his neck, body boneless.

“That was mean,” you whisper.

He chuckles. “You earned it.”

You laugh weakly. “Yeah… I did.”

He kisses your temple. “Let me get you some water, then I’ll clean you up.”

“Don’t move yet. I like being here.”

Minho hums and wraps his arms tighter around you, hand still cupping your sore ass.

“You’re staying here all night, you know,” he mutters against your hair.

“I planned on it.”

“Good.” He smirks. “That means round two’s on my schedule.”

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[saosinn]

believe it or not, mac does get a little jealous :o

suggestive under the cut, slight ooc!

recently, you've had some changes in your position at work, and it's required you to need to be able to take your work with you everywhere. you were sort of 'on call', for lack of a better term. because of this, your work was kind enough to issue you a laptop to make this sudden change a bit easier on you. at first, this didn't bother mac too much. they knew that they were superior in almost every way, they didn't overheat easily, their processors were faster, and well — mac was just the better choice, obviously!

issues started to arise when you used the dateviators on said laptop, and were now interfacing with her more than you were with mac! sure apto, name of said laptop, was nice and helpful, but after spending so much time with you, mac did become a bit territorial over you.

i mean, really? they knew you needed this for work, but you've stopped coming to mac for simple searches like you used to, and now you barely interface with them for half an hour every day; this was getting ridiculous! their final straw though, was seeing you sitting on the couch with apto in your lap, giggling at whatever funny video you were watching. they could practically feel their gut lurch, that unfamiliar green monster worming it's way into their system like a bug.

the next day, mac called you into your office, and visibly grimaced when they saw apto tucked under your arm. you tilted your head in confusion, your weight shifting awkwardly on your hips as mac pinched their brow in frustration. "can you— ech.. can you leave her out of the room while i talk to you?" sensing that this was a bit more serious than you anticipated, you agreed, taking a moment to excuse yourself and set apto on the coffee table.

when you entered the room again, mac motioned for you to come closer with their fingers, almost like they were beckoning a dog. despite the unusual gesture, you complied, stopping just in front of them. they looked up at you, and though there was a smile present, you could see the small twitch of their brow. just as you were about to ask what was wrong, they patted their thigh. "sit." "huh??" your eyes went wide, but mac stayed stoic.

"i— are you sure? i don't want to hurt you, and-" "i said sit; i'll be fine." you were still hesitant about this, but you knew mac could handle themselves, and besides they didn't seem like they were in the mood to argue. awkwardly, you let them guide you into a comfortable position, your legs thrown over their lap while their hand supported your lower back, and your arm sat around their shoulders. you swallowed nervously, eyes looking everywhere but mac, after all you weren't used to being so close like this.

mac took your jaw, gently squishing your cheeks as they looked at you.. something about their gaze was different this time, it had an emulous air about it. "you're so cute, you know that?" they didn't even let you respond before they pulled you into a messy kiss, filled with heavy breaths and hot spit. their hand was still on your jaw when they pulled away, preventing you from following their lips like you normally did. you let out a petulant whine when they didn't let you continue the kiss, it was good to know you missed them this much.

their thumb rubbed your bottom lip, eyes lidded as they soaked in your desperation. "i've missed you so much, you know." at this, you were brought out of your daze and into reality. there it was, that confused expression that made them want to devour you whole, but now, not yet. taking your silence as a sign to continue, their hand left your jaw and trailed down your neck, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around their finger.

a soft tug to your hair caused you to whimper, now even more confused than before. mac let out a sigh, still idly twirling your hair around their finger; they almost looked uninterested, but that was the exact opposite. "you know i'm better, don't you? i know everything about you," they finally met your gaze, their devilish smile growing at the sight of your cheeks flushing. "and i know exactly how to work for you, do exactly what you need.."

you didn't even realize they dropped your hair, until you felt them push your legs open, their hand resting dangerously high on your thigh. they traced small shapes into your flesh, and you could've sworn you felt them write mac on your skin. your concentration was broken by their hot breath against your neck, your breath getting caught in your throat as you froze. "why don't i remind you exactly why you need me, hm?"

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7/5/25

PLEASE let me know if reader sitting in mac's lap is dangerous/offensive. i did a fair bit of research before writing this, but of course it's always important to see what people who use mobility aids think of something like that, especially since i myself am able bodied.

[dontrllycaretbh]

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Title: Mine to Know (pt.3)

Pairing: Paige bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: explicit sapphic content (18+), dom!Azzi, sub!Paige, Stalking, Obsession, Dubious Consent, Psychological Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Mutual degradation / humiliation kink, Invasive Monitoring, Voyeurism, Emotional Coercion, Explicit Sexual Language, Sexual Tension with Power Imbalance, Mild Violence/Threats, Boundary Violations, Toxic Dynamics, Masturbation, Dark Romance Themes, Azzi Likes It

Summary: Azzi and Paige are locked in a toxic, obsessive push-pull relationship. Jealousy and spite drive Paige to hook up with someone else to provoke Azzi, leading to vicious fights, manipulative texts, and an intense, messy confrontation where neither can let the other go.

Notes: i’m probably going to make a part 4 , make paige tease her some more and then make azzi crack

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It’s a normal practice afternoon in the gym.

Azzi is sitting up on the bleachers, idly scrolling her phone. She tells herself she’s not watching Paige. She’s just there.

Paige is stretching with the other cheerleaders, smirking and joking too loud. But Azzi catches her eye sometimes—just long enough to make them both look away.

They’re not speaking. Not today.

Paige has been in one of her “prove I don’t need you” moods. She didn’t try to corner Azzi before class, didn’t leave notes in her locker.

Azzi pretends she likes it. But she keeps checking her phone.

Then Emily shows up.

She’s new-ish. A transfer from the other side of the district. She’s cute, if you’re into it—bouncy hair, big eyes. Confident.

Azzi notices her watching Paige too much during warm-ups.

Paige, for her part, seems oblivious. Or so Azzi tells herself.

Until Emily walks over.

Azzi straightens slightly. She can’t hear them, but she sees it.

Emily tucks hair behind her ear, leaning in, smiling. She says something that makes Paige laugh. Paige actually laughs, that genuine ugly cackle she usually reserves for Azzi.

Azzi feels something clench in her chest.

Then Emily reaches out—just a casual hand on Paige’s arm. Paige doesn’t move away. She turns toward her, mouth curling.

Azzi’s nails dig into her palm.

She’s about to look away—to pretend she doesn’t care—when Paige tilts her head and lets Emily talk right in her ear.

Azzi can see Paige’s lips move in answer. Emily beams, practically bouncing.

Azzi is halfway off the bleachers before she stops herself.

She forces herself to sit back down.

Paige doesn’t even glance over.

Azzi’s phone screen goes dark. She realizes her thumb’s been hovering over Paige’s contact.

She puts the phone away, jaw locked.

When practice ends, Paige and Emily linger. Emily helps Paige gather her shit. Azzi can see it happening.

She makes herself leave first.

She doesn’t look back. But her heart is pounding so hard she can hear it.

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Later that night, Paige gets a text.

📱 Messages

9:04 PM

AZZI: “Who the fuck was that.”

Paige sees it while she’s showering. She doesn’t answer.

Another text comes in.

📱 Messages

9:15 PM

AZZI: “Answer me.”

Paige bites her lip so hard it almost bleeds.

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The next day, Paige shows up at school acting like nothing happened.

Azzi refuses to even look at her in the hall.

So Paige decides to be an asshole about it.

She deliberately finds Emily at lunch. She doesn’t even really like her. But she knows Azzi will see.

Emily is all too happy to flirt back. She leans against Paige’s shoulder, laughing too loud. Paige lets her.

Paige’s eyes flick over Emily’s shoulder once—to see Azzi standing by the vending machines, frozen.

Their eyes lock, Paige gives her the smallest smirk, Azzi’s eyes go black.

She turns on her heel and leaves.

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That night, Paige texts Azzi.

📱 Messages

12:20 AM

PAIGE: “You mad?”

Azzi doesn’t respond.

Paige sends another.

📱 Messages

12:23 AM

PAIGE: “Answer me, baby.”

Still nothing.

Paige glares at her phone, heart hammering.

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Two days later, Paige invites Emily over to “study.”

Paige doesn’t even hesitate.

She’s petty. She’s angry. She’s starving for Azzi’s attention.

Paige lets her in, acting sweet, but her stomach’s in knots.

Emily kisses her first. Paige kisses back.

But her mind is somewhere else.

Paige’s hand is in Emily’s hair, pulling just the way Azzi hates. Emily gasps. Paige’s pulse spikes.

But it’s wrong. It’s not Azzi’s stupid snarl, Azzi’s shaking fingers digging into her hips.

Still, she’s too stubborn to stop.

She lets Emily push her onto the bed. She lets her climb on top.

Paige closes her eyes and pretends it’s Azzi.

When it’s over, she’s shaking.

Emily rolls over, giggling, messy hair sticking up.

Paige hates it, but she still takes the picture.

It’s just their legs tangled. Paige’s hoodie half off. Emily’s thigh between hers.

She sends it to Azzi with no caption.

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Azzi sees it at 1 a.m.

Her heart stops.

She stares at the photo.

Her stomach twists so violently she thinks she might throw up.

Her vision goes red.

She can’t breathe.

She types, deletes, types again.

Finally she sends:

📱 Messages

1:12 AM:

AZZI : “If I ever see your disgusting face again outside of school I’ll call the fucking cops. You disgust me. Have fun with Emily.”

She blocks Paige immediately after.

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Paige stares at the screen for a long time.

Then she shoves Emily off the bed so hard Emily yelps.

“What the fuck, Paige?!”

Paige is already grabbing her clothes.

“Get out,” she snarls.

Emily blinks, confused and half-naked. “Paige—”

“I said get the fuck out!”

Emily grabs her stuff and runs.

Paige slumps back on the bed, shaking, tears blurring everything.

She can still feel Azzi’s last words like a knife in her gut.

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Paige doesn’t sleep.

After Emily flees, Paige sits on the edge of the bed shaking, breathing ragged.

She checks her phone obsessively. Azzi’s message is still there—but the block notification is too.

She tries calling. Straight to voicemail.

She tries texting anyway.

📱 Messages

2:01 AM

PAIGE: “Unblock me.”

PAIGE: “Answer me.”

PAIGE: “I swear to god unblock me.”

PAIGE: “I hate you so fucking much.”

PAIGE: “Please.”

PAIGE: “Please talk to me.”

PAIGE: “I’ll do anything.”

PAIGE: “Azzi.”

PAIGE: “Baby.”

PAIGE: “FUCK.”

She calls again. And again.

She paces her room so hard she stubs her toe and doesn’t even feel it.

She’s crying but it’s angry tears.

She’s not going to let Azzi do this to her, Not after everything.

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Around 2:45 a.m. she finally breaks.

She grabs her shoes and storms out of the house.

Her fingers are shaking so hard she drops her keys twice.

She doesn’t even bother being quiet leaving.

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By the time she’s outside Azzi’s window it’s almost 3:15.

She’s freezing, Her hair’s a mess. Her eyes are swollen.

She sees Azzi’s blinds closed—like they’ve never been closed before.

She stands there a moment, heart cracking.

Then she slams her hand against the siding under the window.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Azzi!” she hisses.

No answer.

She slaps it harder.

“Azzi, wake up!”

Still nothing.

Paige’s breath fogs in the cold air. Her teeth are chattering.

She draws in a huge lungful of air and screams.

“AZZI!”

Lights flicker on inside.

She sees movement behind the blinds.

“Open the window!” Paige demands.

No response.

Paige slams both hands against the siding.

“Open it or I’ll fucking scream so loud your mom wakes up!”

The blinds flutter. Azzi’s silhouette appears, tense and rigid.

Paige grins viciously.

“Yeah! That’s right! I’ll wake the whole neighborhood if you don’t talk to me!”

The window doesn’t open.

Paige tilts her head back and screams.

“AZZIIIIIII!”

The window flies up an inch. Then slams back down. Then opens again, rattling with how hard Azzi yanks it.

Azzi’s face appears, hair messy, eyes murderous.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” she hisses.

Paige’s eyes glitter wetly.

“Let me in.”

“Go home.”

Paige laughs, deranged.

“I’ll scream again.”

Azzi’s jaw clenches.

“Do it. GOOD. My mom will know I have a stalker!”

Paige doesn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah? You want your mom to know you sat there and watched me jerk off for you, Azzi? You want her to know you liked it?”

Azzi goes still.

Her lips part soundlessly.

Her face burns red even in the dark.

Paige’s smile is all teeth.

“I’ll tell her myself if you don’t let me in. I’ll go ring the doorbell right now. I’ll tell her what her precious daughter likes to see me do on my fucking knees.”

Azzi’s eyes are wild.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

Paige leans closer, breathing hard, tears drying on her cheeks.

“Make me.”

Azzi’s fingers dig into the window frame.

“Paige.” Her voice is shaking. “Go. HOME.”

Paige shakes her head.

“No. I can’t sleep knowing you’re mad at me, i can’t.”

Azzi’s eyes flutter shut for half a second. When she opens them, they’re wet too.

She hisses: “I hate you.”

Paige laughs, voice cracking.

“No you don’t.”

Azzi’s voice breaks:

“I do.”

Paige’s eyes go soft and manic at the same time.

“Then let me in and tell me to my face. I want to hear it up close. I want you to look at me when you say it.”

Azzi doesn’t answer.

Paige bangs the siding again.

“Azzi.”

Azzi grips the frame so hard her knuckles go white.

Finally, she shoves the window up the rest of the way.

She glares down.

“Get in. But you’re not sleeping in my bed. Floor. Or I swear to god I’ll call the cops.”

Paige doesn’t even hide her grin.

She hoists herself through the window and lands on the floor with a thunk.

Azzi backs up so fast she trips over her blankets.

Paige just watches her, breathing hard, hair tangled.

Azzi points at the floor, voice shaking.

“Sleep there.”

Paige lays down, still smiling.

Azzi turns away, wipes her face roughly, and climbs into bed.

But her voice wobbles when she says:

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

Paige’s voice is low, hungry.

“Okay. I won’t. Not unless you beg.”

Azzi doesn’t respond.

But her shoulders shake.

Paige sees it. She watches Azzi tremble in her bed while Paige shivers on the floor.

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Paige’s back is on the cold floor. She’s watching Azzi in the dark, blankets tucked tight around those tense shoulders.

For a long time there’s only breathing.

Paige can’t stand it.

“Stop shaking.”

Azzi’s voice comes low, flat.

“Shut up.”

“You’re gonna wake your mom with all that seething.”

Azzi huffs, clearly rolling her eyes even in the dark.

“Shut. Up.”

“Make me.”

Silence.

Paige grins at the ceiling.

“You worried about me being out in the cold. That’s what you said, right?”

Azzi’s voice goes acidic.

“Yeah. I don’t want to find your dead body on my lawn. Sue me.”

Paige chuckles, pushing up on her elbows.

“Sweet.”

Azzi clicks her tongue. “Get back on the floor.”

Paige shifts so the floor creaks loudly.

Azzi’s voice sharpens: “Paige.”

Paige ignores it, drags herself up onto the bed, careful but deliberate.

Azzi’s head whips over. “Off.”

Paige just snuggles the pillow behind her “Too late.”

Azzi’s voice is pure threat:

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Paige spreads out, deliberately brushing Azzi’s side.

“Not touching you.”

Azzi growls in her throat.

“You’re in my bed.”

Paige hums like she’s thinking.

“Still not the floor though.”

Azzi sucks in air, biting back what sounds like an insult.

Paige is smiling. She knows it’s infuriating.

Azzi mutters: “Disgusting.”

Paige whispers back, taunting: “Say that again.”

Azzi hisses.

“Disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

Paige tilts her head, dark eyes glittering.

“Mm. Bet Emily didn’t think so.”

Azzi goes stone-still.

Paige can feel it in the tension of the mattress.

Azzi speaks carefully, like each word is measured to keep from snapping.

“How was it.”

Paige raises an eyebrow in the dark.

“With Emily?”

Azzi’s jaw ticks.

“Yeah. With… her.”

Paige smiles slow.

“She was… accommodating.”

Azzi scoffs, venom dripping. “Of course. No standards.”

Paige’s grin widens. “Jealous?”

Azzi snorts. “Of Emily? Please.”

Paige leans closer. “She let me do anything I wanted.”

Azzi’s voice cuts like glass. “Bet you loved that. Bet you told her all the gross shit you tell me.”

Paige smirks. “Mm, not all of it. Didn’t want to scare her off.”

Azzi snorts, furious but level. “Charming. You’re vile.”

Paige’s grin is feral. “You want details?”

Azzi doesn’t blink. “Sure. Get it out of your system.”

Paige inhales. “She spread for me without arguing. Made pretty noises. Said thank you.”

Azzi snorts again. “Pathetic.”

Paige’s eyes gleam.

“She even begged. For me.”

Azzi’s voice is deadly calm. “Was it worth it? All this shit for some easy fuck?”

Paige’s smile fades. “Not really.”

Azzi arches a brow, voice dripping disdain.“Wow. Shocker.”

Paige’s voice drops low. “Still wanted you the whole time.”

Azzi’s mouth curls in disgust. “Tragic.”

Paige shifts on the bed, leaning close enough to feel Azzi’s body heat.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

Azzi’s lips press into a razor-thin line. “Get off my bed.”

Paige’s grin sharpens. “Say you don’t want me and I will.”

Azzi doesn’t blink. “You make me sick.”

Paige laughs quietly. “That’s not a no.”

Azzi glares. “Get off.”

Paige lowers her voice to a taunting purr “You don’t want me to. Admit it.”

Azzi doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

Her eyes glitter with restrained fury.

Finally she spits the words:

“You’re lucky I don’t throw you out the fucking window.”

Paige beams. “Romantic.”

Azzi snarls: “Don’t touch me.”

Paige lays back against the pillow, smug, refusing to leave.

Azzi turns away, jaw tight enough to crack.

Paige doesn’t stop.

“You were gonna let me freeze outside but you’re letting me in your bed. What’s that about?”

Azzi’s voice is a controlled explosion.

“I said don’t touch me. I didn’t say you could talk.”

Paige hums mockingly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ll shut up.”

Azzi spits back immediately. “Bullshit.”

Paige laughs.

But she settles in, eyes heavy, sinking into Azzi’s warmth even as Azzi scoots as far away as possible without falling off the bed.

The silence is brutal, thick with everything neither of them will say out loud.

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Paige can’t stand the silence.

She shifts again on Azzi’s mattress, making it creak.

Her fingers hover over her own shirt, tracing the hemline. The fabric is rough under her nails.

“What are you doing?” Azzi’s voice is sharp, cutting through the silence.

“Warming up,” Paige murmurs, her smile playing in the shadows. She starts to lift her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate.

“What the fuck, Paige?”

But Paige ignores her, continuing to reveal her skin, inch by inch.

“You can’t just—”

But Paige cuts her off with a laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“Oh, but I can. You’re letting me stay here. So you’re letting me do this.”

Her shirt is over her head now, and she throws it aside, the fabric landing with a soft thud on the floor. The cold air prickles against her skin, but she doesn’t care.

She leans closer to Azzi, her bare chest brushing against her back.

“Stop fucking playing” Azzi warns, but her voice is a little too tight for Paige to believe her.

“I’m not playing,” Paige whispers, her breath hot against Azzi’s ear.

Her hand starts to move lower, caressing the curve of her waist, and then sliding over the soft fabric of her pajama pants.

“I’m just trying to get warm,” she says, her voice a lie wrapped in silk.

Her hand moves in a slow, steady rhythm, and she feels Azzi’s body tense up.

“Stop it,” Azzi says, but her voice is thicker, less sure.

Paige’s eyes glitter in the dark.

“Why?”

“Because you’re not serious. You’re just playing around because you’re bored or because you think it’ll annoy me or—”

“Or because I want you?”

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, there’s no sound but the harshness of their breathing.

“I don’t want to be your experiment,” Azzi says, finally.

But Paige’s hand doesn’t stop.

“I’m not experimenting. I know exactly what I want.”

With those words, Paige shifts her hand lower, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her own pants, and starts to stroke herself. The sound is faint in the quiet room, the only noise the rustle of fabric and the occasional gasp of pleasure that escapes her lips. She keeps her eyes on Azzi, watching her reaction. The tension in the room is palpable, like a live wire about to snap.

Azzi’s breath hitches, and Paige knows she’s getting to her. She moves her hand a little faster, her thumb circling her clit as she watches the muscles in Azzi’s back tighten and release.

“You don’t get to just—”

“But you’re letting me,” Paige says, her voice a teasing whisper.

Her hand slides down to her own waist, the fabric of her pants a rough caress against her skin. She hooks her thumbs under the elastic and pulls down, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s. The pants slide down her legs, leaving her in only her sports bra, which she made sure to make azzi’s favorite color, pink. Her underwear follows, the fabric catching on her ankles before she kicks it away.

Now, she’s bare in front of Azzi, her legs spread slightly, inviting. She starts to touch herself again, her fingers exploring her wetness with a greedy hunger. The sight of her hand moving between her legs is obscene in the dim light, and Paige knows Azzi can see everything. She bites her lip, her hips arching slightly with each stroke.

“You like watching, don’t you?” Paige says, her voice a sultry taunt.

Her hand moves faster, her fingers sliding in and out of herself, her thumb pressing down on her clit in a steady rhythm. She’s so wet she can feel it on her thighs, and she knows Azzi can see that, too.

Azzi’s body is tense, like she’s fighting against something.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” Paige says, her voice breathless.

Her hand speeds up, her hips bucking into her own touch. She’s so close, so close to coming, and she wants Azzi to watch. She needs Azzi to see how much she wants her.

“Tell me to stop,” Paige says, her eyes locked on Azzi’s profile.

But Azzi doesn’t say a word. She’s frozen, watching Paige with a mix of anger and something else, something darker.

So Paige keeps going, her hand moving faster and faster, her breaths coming in quick pants. She’s so close, so close to the edge, and she wants to take Azzi with her. She wants to shatter that control, to make her feel as wild and out of control as she does right now.

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, crashing over her in a rush of pleasure so intense it steals her breath away. She cries out, her body convulsing against the bed, her hand still moving as the aftershocks pulse through her.

And all the while, Azzi just watches, her eyes burning into Paige’s in the dark.

When Paige’s breathing finally evens out, she smirks.

“Still think I don’t know what I want?”

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[andy-15-07]

OK we need the reader being an even bigger flirt to Joaquin Torres

Lieutenant, You Blush Too Easy

PAIRING: Joaquin Torres x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 356 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

"Lieutenant Torres," you called, sauntering into the ops room, “is that a tactical vest or are you just trying to turn me on?”

Joaquin turned slowly, pen between his fingers, half a report on the table. His jaw ticked. “Y/N…”

You didn’t stop moving until your hands were on his shoulders, your voice soft and daring near his ear. “Because if it’s not regulation, I’m filing a complaint for weaponized sex appeal.”

He cleared his throat, adjusting slightly in his seat. “You can’t talk to officers like that.”

“Good thing I never learned how to behave,” you purred, fingers tracing the seam of his uniform. “But don’t worry, I’m a fast learner. Especially if you teach me hands-on.”

He stared straight ahead like if he didn’t move, you’d go away. You didn’t.

“You’re blushing, Torres,” you teased. “God, you’re cute when you try to act unbothered.”

“I’m working,” he said, voice a little too tight.

You leaned in more. “And I’m investigating. Like, for science. I have this theory that if I flirt hard enough, you’ll eventually fuck me in a supply closet.”

He dropped the pen.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

He stood, fast and rigid, then walked around the table, muttering something that sounded like a prayer. You followed him like a shadow.

“Come on, Lieutenant. Tell me you haven’t imagined it.”

“You’re relentless,” he snapped, spinning on his heel.

You grinned. “And you’re not denying it.”

His breath hitched as you closed the gap between you two.

“You know what I think?” you whispered, eyes never leaving his. “I think you like when I chase you. I think you get off on pretending you’re this buttoned-up soldier while I make you melt.”

His jaw clenched. “That’s not true.”

You trailed your fingers down his chest. “Then stop me.”

He didn’t move.

“Didn’t think so.”

He grabbed your wrist suddenly, pulling you toward him and slamming your back against the cold wall. You gasped.

“You want to play games?” he growled, inches from your lips. “Fine. But don’t expect to win.”

“Oh, baby,” you moaned, eyes dark. “I already won the second you touched me.”

[pinkyqily]

KISSES AT THE FRUIT MARKETS. JUJU WATKINS X BLACK READER

Summary: you and ju enjoy the la spring market

Warning: fluff, cheesy couple in love, everyone jumps ju in the comments

KYI'S RADIO 🎙: a ju spring because why not it spring and we need spring fics, and i failed to have this set for spring but either way please enjoy this mini work currently having a writer breakdown which explains the lack of fics on my part but I hope to be able to fix that, used the brownies for my brownie meme reference if someone get it, and as always happy reading readers 🥭

Spring was here the warm yet cold breeze blew as customers walked by.

You and ju held hand in hand as you walked by the busy LA street markets that get popping when it is mid spring, meaning summer is coming.

The sunlight was warm and beaming on you, which ju noticed. Even the smallest amount of details you put into something she always mange to catch it.

"Someone looks sun-kissed". She said

"What can I say this skin does glisten when the sunlight touches it". You said as you both continued walking as you appreciated the market's atmosphere.

You had stopped in your tracks to take a look at some of the fruits and veggies to buy for you and ju seeing as an athlete she needs all the vitamins she can get.

It was such a great idea to come to the market you thought. You continued looking through the sets of fruits as you made your picking not noticing someone was right behind your back and you had bumped into them.

You turned around to apologize just to find your girlfriend right behind you holding something that looks like flowers.

"Oh my didn't realize you were right behind me bae". You spoke up adjusting your dress as it got a little curved up.

"While you were looking at fruits i went ahead and got some sunflowers for my sunshine". She told you, handing over the sun flowers to you.

"Your so cheesy with it but thank you my love". You told her.

"Was about to get you some fruits cause you definitely need the vitamins". You said.

"My girl always looking out for me". She said has she had that smug smile on her face as she held her hand to her heart.

And so you and ju continued with your day at the spring market holding hands and all.

you got to buy fruits you never though of eating, vendors offering both of you free marchedies cause they think the two best friend look cute together strolling down the market.

The sun was starting to set and shops started too pack for closing time. You and ju started walking towards the parking lot.

Not once did she let you carry anything you brought expections for the flowers she brought and when you asked why you only got a because in response.

"Come on babe just let me help you put some stuff in the boot". You said wanting to help her.

"Nah I got it love just go back and sit at your spot". She told you has she already opened the passenger seat for you

You walked back to your spot in the car and soon heard ju footsteps following along.

"Today was so fun, I'm so happy that we did this ". You said as your head hit the car rest.

"It really was I'll always love spending time with you". She said as she starred into your eyes

Even though you and ju had been dating for a long time now, your relationship still felt so refreshing you understood her wants and needs like she understands yours. You guys had your argument here and there but it never went too far.

You found yourself staring at ju more, before you know it your lips mange to find hers.

The kiss wasn't rough it felt good you could still taste the sweet and sour fruits from earlier. You both pulled back from each other and you found yourself blushing like it was your first kiss.

@yourusername

Kisses at the fruit market liked by jujubballin, avery Howell rianforster,maliasamuel and 18,26 people

Comments limited

@rianforestier did my invite get lost in the mail

{ @jujubballin replied nah you just weren't invited

@ kaiyhley heckel my parentssss i miss you guys

{ you replied my sweet cakes I miss you too

@maliasamuel that dress looks so good on you

{You replied thank you bby

@jujubballin sweet and sour on the side 😏

{ you replied behave Judea

{ @jujubballin replied broo using government is crazy what happened to baby

{ @rianforster replied she calls everyone baby Judea you ain't special

{ @jujubballin replied ganging up on me is crazy

{ you replied well deserved 😂😂

@jazzydavidson pretty

{ you replied thank you jazzy baby

@Kennedynicole going on outings and forgetting about us is insane

{ @jujubballin replied y'all ain't that special to be brought everywhere

{ @rianforster replied that what I said mane

{ @jujubballin well that too damm bad

{ @Kennedynicole replied i swear you better not let me catch you ju cause it on sight!

{ you replied don't harm my bby please

{@jujubballin which one cause you be calling everyone that now 🙄🙄

{ you replied @kennnedynicole please get her ass for me 🙏🏿

{ @Kennedynicole replied I gotchu bae

[strawberry-bubblef]

Leech twins x reader where they’re fighting over their attention

The Leech fighting for your attention

It always starts off innocently.

You come to the Lounge after classes to drop off Azul’s paperwork and the twins are there,as always, lurking. One smile too wide, the other grin too sharp. They seem civil enough at first. Jade asks if you’d like a drink, Floyd calls you Shrimpy, and you settle in, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve just wandered into a territorial feeding ground.

The moment you give one of them just slightly more attention, it begins.

“Jade, look! Shrimpy’s sitting closer to me again. I told you, they like me better~!”

Jade doesn’t look up from his clipboard. “Is that so? I could have sworn they laughed more at my story yesterday. You must be imagining things again, Floyd.”

“I’m not imaginin’ anything!” Floyd’s arms sling dramatically over your shoulders, half-crushing you into the seat beside him. “Right, Shrimpy? Tell him I’m your favorite eel!”

Before you can even process that request, Jade has gracefully appeared on your other side, no fanfare, no noise, just there, smiling like he didn’t just teleport.

“I wouldn’t pressure them, Floyd,” he says with calm venom. “That’s no way to earn someone’s affections.”

“I don’t need to earn anything, I’m already their favorite! Ain’t that right, Shrimpy?” He leans in, nose bumping your cheek.

You blink. “I—uh—can I not pick favorites?”

Both of them pause.

Then Jade, ever the tactician, says smoothly, “Of course. I would never put you in such a difficult position. After all, forcing someone to choose would be terribly unfair.”

Floyd scowls. “Bo~ring. That’s just what someone who’s losing would say.”

And that’s when it gets worse.

From that moment on, it’s a cold war of affection. Floyd insists on dragging you everywhere: the Lounge, the basketball court, random walks where he slings an arm over your shoulder and complains about “stupid boring classes.” He hangs off you like a weighted blanket with an attitude and gets weirdly quiet if you even look like you’re having a good time without him.

Meanwhile, Jade ups his game with charm, asking if you’ve eaten, brewing teas just the way you like them, casually dropping “Did you know?” facts that he knows will get you talking for hours. And when Floyd gets louder, Jade just gets calmer, smiling like he knows something you don’t. Which makes Floyd louder. Which makes Jade smugger. Which—

“Okay!” you finally snap one afternoon, halfway through your homework in Mostro Lounge. “I like both of you, alright?! Can you stop trying to out-sibling-rival each other every time I breathe?!”

Silence.

The twins exchange a look. A rare moment of nonverbal twin-speak passes between them like lightning.

Then—

Floyd: “Told ya they liked me.”

Jade: “Actually, they said both, dear brother.”

You groan into your hands. “I am going to start hanging out with Azul.”

“NO!”

Within seconds you’re pinned between the two Floyd clinging like a needy cat and Jade subtly boxing you in with a cup of steaming tea and a charming smile that absolutely screams manipulation.

You love them. You do. But being the object of a twin war might be the most exhausting popularity contest you’ve ever unwillingly entered.

Still, as Floyd grins and starts complaining that you haven’t called him cute today, and Jade hums thoughtfully about “adjusting the tea’s sweetness to your exact taste,” you realize…

There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Even if it’s exhausting.

English is not my first language !

[thatknifeanon]

yearning today so doing this :] ty for the tag

1. ideal date location?

lakeside. We feed the ducks (not bread, grain and seeds and proper food for them) take a walk, talk, maybe a picnic by the water?

2. favorite mlm song?

heather

3. what makes you feel loved?

accommodating to me. I know it’s stupid and just the bare minimum, but not just for big things. Like, if I had to sit next to an old guy who I didn’t like, he would switch seats with me

4. are you single or taken?

utterly, hopelessly single

5. how many crushes have you had?

to many to count

6. what's your type?

tall and lanky, fluffy hair, glasses, cute smile, outgoing but nerdy, hoodies I can steal

OR

short and shy, fluffy hair, passionate about his interests, black cat energy

7. do you develop crushes quickly?

so quickly dude. This is a girl but once I was just chilling at theater and this girl needed to ask someone something and then she turned around anD STARTED SPEACKING FLUEBT RUSSIAN. I ALMOST FELL OVER. LOVE AT FIRST… sound? Idk

8. best show or movie for a date night at home?

>:) something scary that gives us an excuse to cuddle

9. what are your favorite flowers?

California poppies. For a bouquet… this is really stupid but all the schools I’ve went to have this edible spicy flower…

10. what would you give as a gift on an anniversary?

pack the day full (if they’re comfortable with that) make them a present and a card. If we went to the lake also buy them a little duck figurine.

11. what's your favorite album?

godddd… maybe rise and fall of a midwestern princess (that’s a mouthful)

12. what's your love language?

gift giving

13. what are some pet names that make you blush?

anything I get easily flustered. I would say anything but babe because my dad? Calls me babe sometimes? Idk man he’s just funky like that

14. do you read fanfiction?

I would say less read and more consume like a ravenous wild beast

15. any fictional crushes?

soo many rn it’s Kieran pokemon and Jax tadc

16. loud boys or quiet boys?

both?

17. any characters you headcanon as mlm?

Glenn and Troy from theater camp are soo gay for eachother I will die on this hill

18. what's your comfort food?

my moms chili cheese dip :] in general probably pizza (basic basic Ik)

19. last song you listened to?

Jessie’s girl

20. best compliment you ever received?

not meant to be a compliment but “omg you look like a guy 👀” thanks

21. kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead?

foreheadddd

22. scalp massage or back massage?

back. I have scoliosis and my back never stops hurting. (Also my backpack is 20 pounds but shhh we don’t talk about that)

23. any celebrity crushes?

Timothee Chalamet 😔 (his old look with the fluffy hair)

24. what's your guilty pleasure?

I don’t really know… maybe making more gay jokes around my straight friends? Idk it’s fun to see them squirm >:3

25. do you like PDA?

yess show me you’re not afraid to like me and to let people know that

26. how do you prefer to be comforted?

hugs :)

27. favorite way to express affection?

gift giving yeah, or just complimenting them. I compliment people all the time (yes it’s over anon often shut up tho)

28. big spoon or little spoon?

idrc I could do either. I would do big spoon but I’m too fucking short 😭😭😭

29. freebie! ask or prompt to share something random

I love men so much man 😭😭😭

mlm ask game!

1. ideal date location?

2. favorite mlm song?

3. what makes you feel loved?

4. are you single or taken?

5. how many crushes have you had?

6. what's your type?

7. do you develop crushes quickly?

8. best show or movie for a date night at home?

9. what are your favorite flowers?

10. what would you give as a gift on an anniversary?

11. what's your favorite album?

12. what's your love language?

13. what are some pet names that make you blush?

14. do you read fanfiction?

15. any fictional crushes?

16. loud boys or quiet boys?

17. any characters you headcanon as mlm?

18. what's your comfort food?

19. last song you listened to?

20. best compliment you ever received?

21. kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead?

22. scalp massage or back massage?

23. any celebrity crushes?

24. what's your guilty pleasure?

25. do you like PDA?

26. how do you prefer to be comforted?

27. favorite way to express affection?

28. big spoon or little spoon?

29. freebie! ask or prompt to share something random