#like this is sending me. the betrayal. she had a boyfriend in between so i think she’s been divorced from her husband for like 5 years plus

[sweetcherryharry]

good luck, babe!

based on the song 'good luck, babe!' by chappell roan.

pairing: harry styles x reader

i can't get this song off my head and i decided to write a little something about it <3

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It's fine, it's cool You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth And guess I'm the fool With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as her eyes landed on the Instagram post. An unexpected wave of nausea washed over her. An update account, one she'd accidentally stumbled upon while scrolling, had posted a candid photo of him. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot.

There he was, her can't-quite-define-it almost-boyfriend, his famous face alight with laughter. The picture had been taken of him from a distance, in his yellow 1972 Ferrari Dino, along with a woman Y/N didn't recognize, her arms outstretched through the car sunroof, a carefree laugh painted on her face. A pang of jealousy shot through Y/N's chest. She couldn't deny the sting of betrayal.

Even though Harry and her hadn’t talked in a few weeks, it was enough to send Y/N's mind spiraling. The familiar taste of bile rose in her throat. 

It was fine, it was cool, that's what they'd agreed on. They were nothing, just two people caught in a whirlwind of stolen moments and unspoken desires. But this… this felt like a violation of their unspoken agreement.

Her phone buzzed with a text from her best friend, a string of question marks followed by an image, probably a screenshot from the same post. Y/N knew what she was asking. Everyone in her life knew about Harry, about their dance of intimacy and distance that had been going on for almost a year. 

It was the juiciest kind of gossip, the kind that kept the tabloids buzzing. But Y/N had always kept it private, a secret shared only with her closest confidants.

Now, this picture felt like a violation, a public declaration that their carefully constructed facade was crumbling. Y/N's fingers trembled as she dialed Harry's number, her heart pounding in her chest. It was the middle of the night, but she couldn't wait. She needed answers, she needed reassurance, she needed… something.

"Hello?" Harry's voice was thick with sleep, a hint of confusion lacing his words. He was in Italy, from what she could tell from the post and the caption she just saw. Even though it was only late afternoon for her, it was late night for him.

"It's me," Y/N said, her voice barely a whisper.

A pause, then a soft "Y/N?" His voice, usually warm and inviting, now felt distant and guarded.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I saw the picture." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying her composure.

Silence stretched between them, the only sound the quiet hum of the phone line. Y/N imagined Harry running a hand through his tousled hair, the gesture she knew so well, the one he made when he was trying to piece together the fragments of their complicated relationship.

"Which picture?" he asked finally, his voice guarded.

"The one with... with the girl," Y/N choked out, the words catching in her throat.

Another pause, longer this time. Then, Harry's sigh, heavy with resignation. "It's not what it looks like."

Y/N scoffed, the sound bitter and sharp. "Oh really? Because it looks a lot like you with another woman."

"We were hanging out at the beach with more friends," Harry said, his voice defensive now. "She's a friend."

"A friend with benefits?" Y/N retorted, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice.

"No," Harry said, his tone firm. "Just a friend."

"You can say that we are nothing," Y/N's voice cracked, the words barely audible over the growing lump in her throat, "but you know the truth." Hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

A heavy silence descended on the line, the unspoken truth hanging between them like a thick fog.

"Y/N," Harry started, his voice gentle, pleading. "It's not what you think."

But Y/N couldn't listen to his excuses anymore. "Then what is it, Harry?" she asked, her voice rising with each word. "What are we?"

"We're… complicated," Harry sighed, the word falling flat in the vast emptiness of the night.

"Complicated," Y/N echoed, the taste of the word bitter on her tongue. "That's your way of saying we're nothing, isn't it?"

"No," Harry protested, but his voice lacked conviction.

"It's fine, it's cool," Y/N recited the words they'd both used to mask their feelings, the words that had become a shield against vulnerability. "That's what we tell everyone. But guess I'm the fool, right?” Tears streamed down her face now, the salt stinging her skin.

A sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.

"Don't," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

But Y/N was done pretending. She was done with the half-truths, the stolen moments, the endless cycle of hope and disappointment.

"This isn't working, Harry," she said, her voice firm despite the tears. "I can't do this anymore."

"Y/N, wait-"

But Y/N had already hung up, the sharp click of the disconnect echoing the finality of her decision. The silence of her bedroom pressed in on her, suffocating her with the weight of her own emotions.

I don't wanna call it off But you don't wanna call it love You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

The bass pulsed through the crowded room, a rhythmic vibration that matched the erratic beat of Y/N's heart. She laughed, a practiced sound that did little to mask the hollow ache within.

Three weeks. 

It had been three weeks since that phone call, three weeks of deliberately ignoring his texts and calls, willing herself to move on.

Yet, on a Saturday night at a party, the sight of him across the room sent a jolt of electricity through her, reawakening emotions she'd tried so hard to suppress.

A hand brushed against her arm, a familiar touch that sent a shiver down her spine. She turned, her eyes widening as they met Harry's gaze. His hair, usually a wild mess, was slicked back, revealing the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, always a vibrant green, seemed to hold a new depth, a hint of vulnerability she hadn't seen before. 

Despite everything, seeing him again ignited a spark of longing within her. But the memory of that photo, of his carefree laugh with another woman, quickly doused the flame. She hardened her resolve. She wouldn't let him back in so easily.

"Ignoring me, love?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent a warmth spreading through her veins.

Y/N tilted her chin up, a defiant spark in her eyes. "Should I be paying attention, Harry?"

He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne a familiar comfort. "You know you want to."

She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "I don't know what I want anymore," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Harry's eyes darkened, a flicker of pain flashing across his face. "You looked pretty happy a minute ago, surrounded by all those guys."

A bitter laugh escaped Y/N's lips. "Are you jealous, Harry?"

"Maybe," he admitted, his voice raspy. "Maybe I don't like seeing what's mine being admired by everyone else."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Yours?" she scoffed. "I don't remember us ever being anything."

"Don't do this, Y/N," he pleaded, reaching out to touch her arm, but she pulled away.

"Don't do what?" she challenged, her voice rising above the music. "Don't pretend that we're something we're not? Don't pretend that you care?"

"I do care," he insisted, his voice laced with desperation. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "I don't wanna call it off. I just..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't know how to do this."

Y/N met his gaze, her heart aching for him, but her resolve unwavering. "You don't wanna call it love," she said, quoting their favorite song, the words heavy with unspoken emotions. "You only wanna be the one that I call 'baby'."

Harry winced, as if her words were a physical blow. "That's not fair," he protested.

"Isn't it?" Y/N challenged, her voice laced with bitterness. "That's all you've ever been, Harry. A voice on the phone, stolen kisses and touches, a fleeting moment. But never mine."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Harry standing alone in the crowd. He watched her go, a wave of regret washing over him. He knew he had to change, to prove to her that he was more than just stolen moments and empty promises. 

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

A week had passed since that tense encounter at the party. A week of radio silence from Harry, a week of Y/N trying to convince herself she was better off without the heartache he brought. She'd thrown herself into this girls' trip to a beach, determined to have fun, to forget about the man who couldn't give her what she needed.

Tonight, under the glow of the beachside bar's twinkling lights, she was flirting with a tall, dark-haired stranger. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he listened to her stories, his laughter a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Tequila shots flowed freely, loosening her inhibitions and blurring the edges of her pain.

"You're quite the storyteller," the stranger said, his voice thick with a charming accent. "What brings a girl like you to the island?"

Y/N twirled a lock of hair around her finger, feigning nonchalance. "Just looking for a good time, a little escape from reality."

"Sounds like my kind of night," he grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Care to dance?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded, letting him lead her to the dance floor. The music pulsed around them, the beat of the drums echoing the frantic rhythm of her heart. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, trying to lose herself in the moment.

But even as the stranger's hands roamed her body, even as his lips brushed against her neck, her mind drifted back to Harry. She saw his face in the crowd, his eyes filled with a longing she couldn't quite decipher. She heard his voice, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, promising a love he couldn't deliver.

"You okay?" the stranger asked, pulling her back to the present.

Y/N plastered a smile on her face, hoping to mask the turmoil within. "Just a little lost in the music," she lied.

He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Let me help you find your way."

Y/N let him lead her back to the bar, another shot of tequila quickly appearing in her hand. She downed it in one gulp, the fiery liquid burning a path down her throat. "You can kiss a hundred boys in bars," she thought to herself. "Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling."

But the feeling wouldn't go away. No matter how many drinks she consumed, no matter how many strangers she flirted with, Harry's ghost lingered in the shadows of her mind.

"You seem distracted," the stranger observed, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N shrugged, forcing another smile. "It's just the way I am," she said, echoing the lyrics of the song. "Don't worry about it."

But deep down, she knew she was lying. She wasn't just distracted, she was broken. And no amount of tequila or fleeting flirtations could fix the shattered pieces of her heart.

I'm cliché, who cares? It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair And I cry, it's not fair I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

The tan had faded from her skin, leaving Y/N with a lingering warmth that did little to thaw the chill in her heart. Back in the monotony of her everyday life, the memory of that night at the bar - the tequila shots, the handsome stranger, the fleeting escape, the image of Harry in her head through it all - felt like a distant dream. 

But the ache for Harry remained, a constant throb beneath the surface of her carefully constructed composure.

She'd tried to distract herself, filling her days with work and her nights with friends. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, heard his voice, felt the ghost of his touch on her skin. She told herself it was just a physical attraction, a hormonal craving for the familiar comfort of his embrace. But deep down, she knew it was more than that.

It was the middle of the night when she found herself standing outside his apartment, her hand hovering over the doorbell. She hesitated, a wave of self-loathing washing over her. You're pathetic, she thought. You're falling for his trap again.

But the memory of his eyes, filled with longing and regret, pushed her forward. She pressed the button, the shrill sound echoing in the silent hallway. The door opened a crack, revealing Harry's disheveled figure. His eyes widened in surprise, then softened with a tenderness that melted her resolve.

"Y/N?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and a hint of disbelief.

She didn't say a word, just stepped into his apartment, the familiar scent of sandalwood and musk wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. He closed the door behind her, his eyes searching hers for answers.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

A slow smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with a warmth that made her knees weak. "I've been thinking about you too," he admitted, his voice raspy.

Without another word, he pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. It was a familiar dance, a well-worn path of passion and unspoken desires. Y/N knew she was falling for his trap again, but at that moment, she didn't care.

She knew how cliché she was, yet she didn’t care as his hands roamed her body, igniting a fire within her. It was a sexually explicit kind of love affair.

As they tumbled onto his bed, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises, Y/N knew she was making a mistake. But the pleasure was too intense, the need too overwhelming. She cried out his name, her voice echoing the unspoken truth of their love.

In the aftermath, as she lay in his arms, a single tear slid down her cheek. "It's not fair," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. But she just needed a little love from him.

Harry kissed her forehead, his touch a silent apology. "I know," he murmured.

Y/N clung to him, knowing that this fleeting moment of happiness was just another illusion, another step in their endless cycle of heartbreak. But for now, she allowed herself to bask in the warmth of his embrace, knowing that tomorrow, she would have to face the consequences of her actions.

But for now, she allowed herself to bask in the warmth of his embrace, knowing that tomorrow, she would have to face the consequences of her actions. And knowing, deep down, that this wouldn't be the last time.

Think I'm gonna call it off Even if you call it love I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

For a blissful few weeks, it seemed as though they'd found a rhythm, a harmony that defied their tumultuous past. Every stolen glance, every whispered secret, every shared touch felt like a promise fulfilled. They spent their days tangled in each other's arms, their nights lost in a haze of passion and laughter. Harry's apartment became their sanctuary, a haven where they could shed the masks they wore for the world and simply be themselves.

But as the initial euphoria faded, the cracks in their foundation began to show. Harry's calls became less frequent, his texts more sporadic. The warmth in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a distant coolness that Y/N knew all too well. It was the familiar dance of intimacy and withdrawal, a pattern that had defined their relationship from the start.

One night, as they lay intertwined in his bed, the silence between them grew heavy with unspoken truths. Y/N traced the outline of Harry's chest, her fingers lingering on the tattoos that adorned his skin.

"Harry?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dimly lit room.

He hummed in response, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady.

"Do you love me?" The question hung in the air, a fragile bubble waiting to burst.

Harry's eyes flickered open, a flicker of unease passing over his face. "You know I care about you," he said, his voice evasive.

Y/N's heart sank. Care wasn't enough.  "But do you love me?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

He sighed, turning away from her. "Why do you always have to complicate things?"

Y/N felt a cold dread settle in the pit of her stomach. This was it. The beginning of the end, yet again. She knew this dance, this familiar pattern of closeness followed by distance. She knew that no matter how many times she fell for his charm, no matter how many times she gave him her heart, he would never be able to fully reciprocate her love.

"I think I'm going to call it off," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

Harry's head snapped back, his eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

"Think I'm gonna call it off, for good this time." she repeated, her voice gaining strength with each word. "Even if you called it love, I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'. I can’t continue with this never ending cycle."

He reached out for her, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "Y/N, don't..."

But she pulled away, her resolve hardening with each passing second. "I'm done, Harry," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I'm done with this endless cycle of hope and heartbreak. I deserve more than stolen moments and half-truths."

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

She rose from the bed, her movements deliberate and purposeful. As she took her things, she walked towards the door. She paused, turning back to look at him one last time. “Good luck, babe.”

Then, she was gone, leaving Harry alone in the silence of his apartment, the echoes of her words ringing in his ears.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago You're standing face to face with "I told you so" You know I hate to say, "I told you so" You know I hate to say, but, I told you so

Years had passed since that fateful night, years filled with sold-out stadiums, countless faces, and fleeting romances. Harry had achieved a level of fame he had once only dreamed of, yet a void remained in his heart, a space carved out by a woman named Y/N.

The memory of her leaving, her final words echoing in the silent apartment, haunted him in the quiet moments between shows, in the lonely hours before dawn. He could still see the hurt in her eyes, the determination in her voice as she said, "Good luck, babe." It was a well-wish, a parting shot, a final goodbye. A dismissal that held a universe of pain and disappointment.

He'd tried to move on, to fill the void with other women, with meaningless flings and short-lived affairs. But none of them compared to Y/N. None of them possessed her wit, her passion, her fire. None of them challenged him, pushed him, ignited him the way she did.

One night, as he sat alone in his sprawling LA mansion, a glass of whiskey warming his hand, the memory of her came flooding back. He still remembered her perfectly; her standing in his doorway, her eyes filled with longing and regret, her lips forming the words he’ll never forget.

He remembered the taste of her tears on his skin, the way her body fit perfectly against his, the sound of her laughter echoing through his past apartment. One that he sold a few years back, since it only brought him memories of her.

He knew since then, with a sickening clarity, that he had made a mistake. He had let the love of his life slip through his fingers, blinded by his own insecurities and fear of commitment. And now, as he looked back on those lost years, he couldn't help but hear her voice echoing in his head, a haunting reminder of his own shortcomings.

Good luck, babe. 

The words repeated in his mind like a mantra, a curse he couldn't shake. She had wished him luck, but it was her who he needed. He had lost the one woman who had ever truly seen him, the one woman who had loved him unconditionally. And now, all that was left was the bitter taste of regret, the haunting realization that he had let go of something precious, something irreplaceable.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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pls could you maybe do something about chad being the readers brother and finding out they are dating Ethan ? 💗

Let’s ignore the age issue (reader can’t be younger bc she won’t be at college, but let’s pretend) because a lot of things don’t make sense in horror movies and that's just the way they are

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Falling for your brother’s roommate happened slowly and unexpectedly. It started with shy smiles across the couch on movie nights, then casual lunch dates because you both had a two hours lunch gap on Tuesdays and one evening, Chad was tired so he went to bed before the movie finished, but you stayed with Ethan and one thing led to another.

Now, you and Ethan were in a secret relationship because of the delicate situation. You knew your brother and you knew he would react strongly to you and Ethan. They were close friends, but you were his sister first and Chad was very protective.

You thought you were careful, but one morning Chad was heading to class and he saw you and Ethan together on campus. Your light pink backpack on your shoulder was hard to miss in a crowded place. He didn’t think much of it…until he saw Ethan grabbing your face and kissing you.

That’s when Chad’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with fury. Forgetting about class, he strided over and your lips were ripped from Ethan's, forcing you apart.

‘’What the—’’ A shocked gasp left your lips, cutting you off mid-word, as you saw your brother grabbing Ethan by the collar of his shirt and roughly shoving him against the nearest surface.

‘’What the fuck are you doing with my sister, man?’’ Ethan stammered, searching for the right words to explain the situation, but Chad’s angry face had him stunned. ‘’We’ve talked about this. We had an agreement! No messing with my sister, no thinking about my sister.’’ His grip on Ethan's collar tightened as he glared at him, his anger blazing.

Seeing the genuine fear in Ethan’s eyes, you placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder. ‘’Chad! Stop!’’

Chad looked between you and Ethan, torn between his protective instincts and your request.

‘’Let him go,’’ you asked, holding your brother’s gaze with seriousness. ‘’Please.’’

Taken aback by your plea, the seriousness in your voice made Chad pause for a moment. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Ethan and took a step back. His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered with anger. He turned to face you, his expression a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

‘’We had an agreement, and he broke it. He knew how I felt about him making a move on you, and yet he went behind my back.’’

You get his protective big brother side, but he couldn’t control who was allowed or not to date you. That’s just too far.

‘’Don’t make him sound like the bad guy. If anyone did something wrong here, it’s you,’’ you pointed at Chad, pointing a finger at his chest. ‘’You had no right to tell Ethan he wasn’t allowed to like me. You can’t control people’s feelings like that.’’

Ethan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. ‘’Chad, I’m really sorry. I never meant to disrespect our agreement. It wasn't planned, and I understand if you're angry—’’

‘’You, shut up!’’ Chad snapped, but you were quick to bite back.

‘’No, you shut up!’’ Your loud voice made a few heads turn, but you quickly composed yourself again. ‘’I’m not a little kid anymore. I date guys and kiss them…and sometimes they happen to be your roommate. I know this is difficult for you. You’re scared I’m gonna get my heart hurt, but it’s part of life. Ethan and I may be a hard pill to swallow, but take a big gulp of water because he is my boyfriend and I’m not gonna let you come between us.’’

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[agent-barnes40]

Can't Catch Me Now

title from Olivia Rodrigo's song by the same name

Part 1

13th Doctor x GN!Reader (Assumed Platonic by reader, Assumed Romantic by Doctor)

Dhawan!Master X GN!Reader (Romantic)

ANGST, Suggestive, fluff, hurt/comfort

Majorly follows the events of Spyfall!

2,186 words

You had pulled an Amelia Pond, been the first face her face had seen, and then just disappeared. She noticed immediately, of course she had, but she became so focused on going with the rest of the Fam to wherever the men in the black cars.

When she landed with Graham at O's shack, she didnt expect to see you walking out with bottles of water for the Australian secret service. Graham looked between The Doctor and you as you shook your head at Seesay and Browning. "Not projections or mirrors, full alien tech, that's my Doctor for ya."

O grabbed your hand and gripped it, a soft smile on your face as you turned to look at him. "She decoded the fish you put together." You whispered softly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey Doc! Hey Graham! I've got tea going for you guys."

"How did you get here before us?" Graham asked while The Doctor pulled you away from O and scanned you with the sonic screwdriver.

"Did you forget? I had The Doctor drop me off at the airport, I'm here visiting my boyfriend." You gestured toward O who gave a little wave. "Sorry, love, didn't expect her and Graham to freak out like this."

O shook his head, waving his hand around. "Don't worry. Once all of this is over, I can have you to myself."

The Doctor looked between you and O, questions ringing throughout her head, betrayal shooting to the top of all her emotions but she shook it away as she had to focus.

~

Browning and Seesay were dead and O was covering your body with his as the alien in the tube started to glow even more. "Don't look, love. It wont hurt you." His head had landed next to your ear, his voice dropping from the O voice he had been using to his regular rumble.

You had to hide how his voice affected you pretty quickly when you heard The Doctor whisper out Yaz's name and you turned to look, your heart dropping. He hadn't said the Kasaavin could do that. The Doctor hurried to get Yaz out while O helped her. Graham looked just as scared as you were. "I'm sure the Doc is gonna go get Ryan as soon as her and O get Yaz out."

~

You wore a deep purple outfit, ignoring how The Doctor wanted everyone to wear black. You and O had made sure to separate yourselves as you were dragged with The Doctor as the fam separated, you sending a pointed look to O. The Doctor had you stood next to her as you drank the champagne that was being handed out. "So, you and O?"

"Yes, me and O. What's there to talk about?" You asked, tilting your head and looking at her.

"You never told me you had a boyfriend." The Doctor said, looking at you.

"I told you that I had a boyfriend." You said, straightening up when you saw Barton. "Lets go."

~

You got in the car with Barton, your happy go lucky attitude dropping when he rounded on you. "You are working for her?"

"The Doctor is my friend, Barton. I may be with The Master but that doesn't mean I go dropping my friends for a man." You snapped, staring him down. Barton sighed and you got ready to play the rest of your part.

As the car drove into the hanger, Barton pushed you out and you rolled across the asphalt, gaining road rash where your skin was exposed and you took a minute to breathe through the pain. The Doctor and O were at your sides when their motorcycles fully stopped and you clutched onto O. "I'm okay. I'm okay. Fuck that hurts."

"Hey, no cursing." The Doctor said, immediately as she scanned you with the Sonic, assessing your injuries. You stood up with the help of O as the rest of the Fam came running over. Your outfit was ripped, of course and your hands were bleeding a bit but you shook it off. "We need to follow Barton."

The Doctor looked at you for a moment before looking at her sonic and then pointing it to the top of the hanger door as the group of you waited for it to open it enough.

~

You had pulled O up into the plane, giving him a look. 'I'm really getting done with all this pain, Master.'

O looked at The Doctor and waved a hand. "Sorry. I've never been good at sprinting."

'You were the one who wanted to play the part of getting tossed out of the car.'

The Doctor looked between the two of you as you and O headed with the rest of the group into the plane, O panting softly as you watched him. "What?"

'Shut up!'

Ryan called attention to The Doctor, pulling her deeper into the plane with the rest of you. The Doctor looked at O. "You've never been good at sprinting?"

'Ready pet?'

O shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "I was the last one in every race at school."

'As I'll ever be, Master.'

The Doctor started to look confused. "No, no no. I read your file. You were a champion sprinter."

O and you shared a look, as he tipped his head down and you got settled in a seat. "Got me. Well done."

The Fam started to look confused as they focused in on what was happening. You rubbed a little at the road rash on your palms as you watched the façade of O drop and The Master's true personality come out.

Graham was the first one to speak up. "Doc what's happening?"

You chuckled softly. Graham was always observant. The Doctor looked at you and then back to The Master. "I don't know."

You stood up and gestured out the window. "You'd best take a look out a window."

The Master started to walk down the aisle, your eyes following him as he held his hand out. "A bit wicked witch of the west but, you all get the gist. Maybe.. Maybe not."

You wormed passed the panicking Doctor as she grabbed your arm. "No."

'You okay?'

The Master watched The Doctor, waiting to see if she'll do anything. "Come on, Doctor. Catch up. I know you can do it."

'I'm okay, she can't hurt me.'

"No."

You and The Master matched grins as you both watched her struggle to make the connection. "You can do it doc. You can figure this out."

The Doctor looked up at you. Her eyes running over your face, trying to pick out the faintest trace of his influence breaking in you. Her eyes catching the purple outfit you wore and it finally dawning on her. "OH!"

The laugh that broke out of your throat made the Fam jump as you pulled out of her grip. "That's why he picked it. He told me you'd make that face when you figured it out."

"I did say look for the Spymaster.. or well the spy Master. Hello Doctor." The Master spoke, his arm wrapping around you as you turned to face everyone.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked and you looked at The Master.

'Can I do it?'

"Of course, you can love." The Master answered aloud, a giddy feeling filling your body.

"The Doctor and O go way, way back. Before any of us were born. He goes by many many names but one always stuck." You said, turning to look at the Fam.

"The one that stuck is The Master, and you should call him that." You said, turning back to look at The Master, a smile on your face as you looked at him.

"Is this a kink thing?" Ryan asked and you groaned.

"Would I really be telling you about my sex life on a plane with a-!" The Master covered your mouth with his hand, a grin on his face.

"Now now, that's spoilers, love."

It seemed like The Doctor finally shot back into the present with that sentence and pushed passed you and The Master to look for Barton. "Where's Barton?"

"I told him to get on the plane, and The Master called him off, mid run."

~

You had been taken into the Kasaavin dimension, you were pacing while The Doctor panicked. "He miscalculated! He left me here!"

"Hello!"

The two of you turned to the voice. You took off in a sprint, The Doctor following you.

~

You woke up on the ground next to the Doctor, your eyes scanning the ceiling. "Okay Doc, where are we?"

"I'm tasting some 19th century. Steam. Why am I tasting steam?!" The Doctor rambled as you started to sit up.

"Glad to know it worked, ladies. Now I need to get home." You said, starting to get up. You eyed everyone watching you and you bowed.

"Greetings. I know the yellow haired lady and I look vastly different and probably appeared out of air, but we will not hurt you." You said, a smile on your face as you straightened up and helped The Doctor get up.

She scanned your face, not finding any malice or hatred in your face as you stared at her. "I had no clue he was going to send me too. I'm just as mad as you are, Doc."

"Oh really? I don't believe you for a single moment." The Doctor said, turning away and you sighed.

You didn't know what was going to happen, if The Doctor was even going to get you home, if The Master was searching time for you. You had no clue and you had started to panic, your breathing picking up. You recognized the signs of a panic attack and you grabbed The Doctor's arm, tugging harshly to alert her. "No! I am not going.."

Her voice stopped when she finally looked at you, chest rising up and down rapidly as you started to try and gasp for air. "Hey! Hey, its okay. I'm sorry for snapping, lets get a deep breath into those lungs okay?"

She wrapped her arms around your waist, hoping you didn't lose your balance or go light headed.

A scream sounded from just outside as footsteps thudded as someone rushed into the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen! See the incredible shrinking device!"

The Doctor whipped around so fast, letting go of you as Ada rushed to grab onto you. You tried to push away from Ada, to get to The Master. You got to see his face, a smile appearing on your face. "Thank the TARDIS, he's here."

It was like The Master heard you over all the noise. His head tilting slightly in yours and The Doctor's direction. "Now the reason I'm here is someone took my spouse and I am not happy about it. So, unless she gives back my spouse, someone will die and then people will die."

Everyone stilled at that and when no one moved, except for you, trying to get a better look at him, the purple top hat gave him height and you a better way of knowing where he was in the room. Someone moved and he shot them, screams echoing throughout the room. "Doctor! Its time you bring them to me!"

"Why should I? You clearly hypnotized them!" The Doctor shot back, moving to walk towards the Master.

You had gained enough air into your lungs for you to see correctly and you straightened up and pushed Ada away and moved in front of the Doctor. You met The Master's eyes and glared. "I should shoot you."

"Hello, Love. Why do you say that?" The Master asked and you shrugged, before gesturing to the building.

"Oh I dunno, maybe its because the Kasaavin took me too! I'm literally in 19th century London with Ada Lovelace with no TARDIS, had no clue if you planned this or not and now I'm severely angry at the fact that you chose to play another game to get me back instead of stomping over to me. I thought you left me for dead, Master." You rambled, getting closer and closer to him, accidentally crushing the shrunk person underneath your shoe.

The Master was so focused on you that the both of you barely noticed the gun being wound up and when he finally noticed he pushed you down to the ground. Your face scrunched up when the gun went off. The bullet grazed his shoulder and you tried to pull him to the ground as well. His head swiftly turned and glared at Ada. "You really shouldn't have done that."

"Master, if you kill her, you will set humanity back! We won't have computers. You need to think, Master. I wouldn't be as smart as I am without her, this is the only time I'll beg for someone's life." You were so focused on him that the two of you barely noticed the grenade being tossed at you and this time it was to late for The Master to cover you.

[gratelove]

hello! i hope it's okay to send in an ask message like this. i used to be an active reader for the riverdale fandom, specifically for sweetpea. there was an author on here that i can't find the blog for and several of their stories featured sweetpea x reader. one of them was about the reader learning that archie was cheating on her with ms. grundy and she goes on a run, ending up on the other side of town and getting caught in the rain. sweetpea finds her and takes her to his home and they start a fwb type of fling after that. the reader is also a cheerleader for riverdale high and is ignoring sweetpea in the present time while he is pining after her. would you be able to post this so that anyone who might remember this story can tell the name of the blog? thank you so much!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to write a version of this fic or just post your ask to see if anyone recognizes it, but either way, I’m happy to do it!! Thank you for your ask, and here is my version! I hope this helps and I hope you enjoy 🤎

Drenched in Secrets

Sweet Pea x Reader

After discovering Archie’s betrayal with Ms. Grundy, you turn to Sweet Pea for comfort, and what begins as a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship soon evolves into something deeper. As Sweet Pea finally confesses his longstanding love for you, you realize you feel the same, and the two of you decide to stop pretending and embrace the real connection between you.

Warnings: mentions of sex (no details), fluff, kissing, cheating

You were only going to surprise him. Archie had been spending more time than usual in the music room lately, always giving some vague excuse about “extra lessons” with Ms. Grundy. You didn’t think much of it at first; you knew how much music meant to him, and you trusted him. But today, as you walked down the empty hallway toward the music room, a strange feeling settled over you. Maybe it was just nerves, but something didn’t feel right.

You paused outside the door, listening for the familiar sound of Archie’s guitar. Instead, you heard murmuring—soft, intimate voices—and something twisted in your stomach. You took a steadying breath, reminding yourself it was probably nothing, and opened the door.

And there they were.

Ms. Grundy was leaning in close, her hand resting on Archie’s shoulder as she looked up at him with that all-too-familiar, lingering gaze. Then, before you could even process it, her lips pressed to his in a gentle, slow kiss.

Time stopped. Every nerve in your body went numb as you watched your boyfriend—your Archie—kissing her back. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too lost in the moment, but the sound of your sharp, choked breath must have reached him. He broke away, his eyes widening in horror when he saw you standing there, frozen in the doorway.

“Y/N—” he stammered, stepping toward you, his face pale with guilt. “This isn’t what it looks like, I—”

You didn’t wait to hear the rest. With the numbness melting into anger and hurt, you turned and ran, ignoring the sound of him calling your name as you sprinted down the hall. All you wanted was to get away, to outrun the betrayal seared into your mind.

You burst through the school’s front doors and kept running, letting your feet carry you wherever they would. The autumn air was cool and crisp, stinging against your cheeks as you raced down the streets, through familiar paths that blurred in your vision. Eventually, you found yourself on the far side of town, near the old train tracks where few people ever went.

The sky had darkened, heavy clouds looming overhead. And then, as if the universe itself was grieving with you, the rain began to fall—soft at first, then harder, until it was pouring down in thick sheets, drenching you. You didn’t care. In fact, you welcomed it, letting the rain wash over you as if it could somehow cleanse the ache clawing at your heart.

“Y/N?”

The voice was rough, familiar, cutting through the downpour. You turned to see Sweet Pea standing a few feet away, his dark eyes narrowed in concern as he took in your soaked, defeated form. He was dry under the shelter of a nearby tree, but he didn’t hesitate to step into the rain as he moved closer to you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“That’s none of your business,” you muttered, feeling the sharp edge of your own pain and anger in your tone. You barely looked at him, focusing instead on the cold rain pounding down, grounding you.

Sweet Pea didn’t respond right away, but he slipped off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders, the warmth startling in contrast to the chill. “Come on,” he said, his tone laced with gentleness. “Let’s get you out of this rain.”

Without a word, you let him guide you back through the darkened streets, the sound of the rain filling the silence between you. Soon, you found yourself in his small but warm apartment, your damp clothes traded for an oversized hoodie he handed you. You sank onto his couch, clutching the fabric around you, trying to find some sense of calm.

You hadn’t planned on ending up at Sweet Pea’s place, but after everything that had happened, you weren’t thinking straight. You just needed an escape from the horrible scene that kept replaying in your mind—Archie and Ms. Grundy, her lips on his, and the way he kissed her back. Sweet Pea’s apartment was dark and quiet, a world away from the chaos you’d left behind, and that was all you needed right now.

He watched you carefully as you ran your hands through your hair that was still damp from the rain. He sat in the chair across from you, his gaze steady, waiting for you to say something. You took a shaky breath and finally blurted it out, every painful word. “I walked in on Archie… with Ms. Grundy. They were kissing.”

Sweet Pea’s jaw tightened, anger flickering across his face. “That idiot,” he muttered. “He doesn’t deserve you.” His voice was rough but full of something you hadn’t expected—something fierce, something protective.

Maybe it was that fierce look in his eyes, or the anger bubbling up inside you, but in that moment, you didn’t want comfort. You wanted distraction. You wanted to forget. Without another word, you reached for him, closing the space between you as your lips found his, full of hurt and anger and a need to feel something other than heartbreak. Sweet Pea’s surprise melted away almost instantly as he responded, his hands finding your waist and pulling you off the couch and into his lap.

It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was fiery and consuming, like all the anger and hurt pouring out through touch. Sweet Pea knew exactly how to make you forget. He knew all the right spots to make you cry out in pleasure and not pain or sadness. No guy had ever made you feel like this.

That night set everything in motion. What began as a messy, impulsive choice became something you found yourself craving. You and Sweet Pea developed an unspoken agreement, a friends-with-benefits relationship that neither of you acknowledged aloud. Whenever the hurt resurfaced, whenever Archie so much as crossed your mind, Sweet Pea was there, grounding you in ways you never expected. Archie tried multiple times to reach out. He’d called, texted, and even come up to you at school or tried to catch you after cheer practice. You ignored all his efforts. He even tried once while you were with Sweet Pea. The Serpent had stepped in front of you, arms crossed like he was your personal bodyguard. Seeing him do that, seeing him protective of you, it did something to your insides you couldn’t even explain. You had to squeeze your thighs together just hold yourself in one piece. You knew you couldn’t stop seeing Sweet Pea, even if you wanted to. You were addicted. It wasn’t just physical, either. Slowly, you started to feel something else, a comfort and ease in his presence that you hadn’t felt with anyone before.

You made no effort to hide your connection with Sweet Pea, especially when Archie was around. If Archie was nearby, you’d let your hand linger on Sweet Pea’s shoulder or laugh a little louder at his jokes, making it clear that you’d moved on. Sweet Pea didn’t say much about it, but he didn’t pull away, either. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention, slipping his arm around your shoulders or brushing his thumb over your cheek whenever he caught sight of Archie watching. His favorite was to run his hand up your thigh, leaving his fingertips under your Vixens cheer skirt.

But the more time you spent with Sweet Pea, the more you realized that he was different than you’d thought. Beneath his rough exterior, he was funny and thoughtful, surprising you with little gestures that showed he cared. He’d tease you during study sessions, pull you into his lap when you were stressing over cheer practice, and always had a quiet, reassuring presence whenever you needed it. You found yourself drawn to him in ways you hadn’t anticipated, but you kept it to yourself. After all, this was supposed to be casual, a way to cope with Archie’s betrayal.

Months passed, and the routine you and Sweet Pea shared became something almost normal. Yet you never told him how much he really meant to you. How much his presence had helped you heal. And every time you saw him, your feelings grew, but you kept it hidden, unsure of where he stood.

Then, one night, after a particularly late practice, you walked into his apartment, expecting the usual smirk and dirty comments. He loved your cheer uniform. He normally couldn’t keep his hands off of you when you walked through the door in it, which was most days. But tonight, Sweet Pea looked different. His gaze was intense, troubled, and he barely met your eyes as you stepped inside.

“Sweet Pea?” you asked, confused. “What’s going on?”

He took a deep breath, his expression shifting from troubled to resolute. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

The words felt like a punch to the gut. “Can’t do what?” You knew what he meant, but you needed to hear him say, out of hope that you were wrong.

“Us. This… whatever this is.” He motioned between the two of you.

“Why,” you asked, biting your bottom lip to hold back a tear.

“Because…” he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. He seemed to be searching for the right words, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Because I’ve been in love with you for a long time. Way before this whole thing with Archie even happened.”

Your heart stopped. Sweet Pea’s gaze was intense, the usual casualness gone, replaced by raw vulnerability. “At first, I thought I could handle it,” he continued. “I thought maybe… maybe this would be enough. Just having you around, even if it wasn’t real. But it’s killing me, Y/N. Touching you, kissing you, watching you pretend like this doesn’t mean anything.”

The room was silent, his confession hanging heavy between you. You felt a rush of emotions—shock, confusion, but most of all, a warmth that started in your chest and spread, filling every part of you. Sweet Pea had loved you all along, even when you’d been too wrapped up in Archie to notice.

He looked away, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t keep doing this if I’m just a hookup to you. I can’t keep being here, hoping you’ll feel the same way.”

You reached for him, your heart pounding. “Sweet Pea… you’re not just a hookup. You haven’t been for a while now. I thought… I didn’t think you’d want anything more.”

He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying I feel the same,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “Somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting this to be casual. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Sweet Pea’s expression softened, a tentative smile breaking through the vulnerability. He stepped closer, his hand reaching to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “So… we’re done pretending, then?”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift from your chest. “Yeah. We’re done pretending.”

And as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a kiss that was gentle and filled with everything you’d both been holding back, you knew that this was more than just an escape. This was real.

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 3: Burned

Regret Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Steve being a dick

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

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"Turn around?" She quickly turned her head, eyes widening when she saw him.

"You mean that fine ass man who just walked in?" Nat asked, facing you. "Damn, girl! Congrats, he's definitely some good eye candy."

"Hello, ladies," the same smooth Russian accent slithering into your ears, bringing memories of your dance and a small shiver down your spine.

"Hello, I'm Natasha," Nat said with a sly grin. "(y/n), how about you introduce me to your friend?"

"I don't know his name," you said, shrugging.

"Yeah, names are too serious aren't they, love?" he asked, winking at you with a self-satisfied look on his face. Nat turned to you with a sly expression on her face as she mouthed, 'love'.

You sent her a look. "That's right. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"

It would be a real shame if he was some weirdo stalker.

"Isn't that too serious?" He smirked. You just gave him an unimpressed look, making him chuckle. "Well, I just auditioned for the band."

"Well, that's wonderful." Nat looked at you, a glint in her eyes. "You should tell (y/n) some more about how that audition went." Nat winked at you and walked away.

Smooth, Nat. Real smooth.

You sighed.

"So, (y/n), huh?" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, listen I gotta go get started on my work," you told him, unsure that you wanted to be around the handsome man with such an intoxicating presence. "But I'll see you around if you make the auditions."

"What do you do here?"

"Today I'm supposed to listen to the auditions tapes with the members of the band and we decide if the people auditioning make it."

"Ah, well then put in a good word for me, will ya love?" sending me a wink and a charming grin.

You laughed a little, almost tempted to do that just to spite a certain someone. "Sorry, can't do that. Now I really have to go, but good luck."

You walked to the sound room where everyone was gathering, Not noticing a certain blonde haired, blue eyed man whose gaze was full of envy as he watched your interaction with the handsome stranger.

•••••

Steve gritted his teeth, watching as you laughed lightly at the man who had auditioned.

Why the fuck is she with that little shit?

Anger clouding his mind before quickly turning into shame because he knew exactly why.

He had cheated on her.

Fucked up the best relationship he'd ever had just because he felt like he could get away with it unscathed.

He never thought she'd find out.

Never thought she'd leave him.

And he had always thought that if she did find out she'd get mad for a day then they'd make up and everything would go back to normal.

What an idiot he had been.

Especially thinking such a betrayal of trust wouldn't harm the relationship between you.

Just seeing her smile at that man, knowing that if he hadn't screwed up he would be the one she smiled at. You hadn't allowed him to visit you, you'd blocked him in every digital area you could, and you hadn't appeared at work for two months.

All because he'd fucked up.

How different it would be if he hadn't been such a massive idiot...

He'd be the one who would get to stare into those gorgeous (e/c) eyes, full of humor and joy.

And at the end of the night he'd go home with you, cuddling with you in your bed as the two of you watched movies and fell asleep.

"Hey, man, you ok? You look a little out of it." Clint's voice snapping him out of his pity party.

"Yeah, I'm all good."

"Good, cause we have to hear the auditions tapes and you're gonna have to man up and face the music. We both know she'll be there," and with that he clapped him on the back and walked to the sound room.

Steve swallowed nervously as he stepped into the room, everyone going silent as eyes darted between him and (y/n). He looked at you, hopeful for some kind of reaction. He had called you dozens of times only for it to go straight to voicemail. And eventually you had changed your voicemail to, "if you are a cheating bastard don't even bother leaving a voice mail or I'll beat your ass, if not then I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

You looked up from your phone, looking at everyone. When your eyes landed on Steve, nothing different happened. No lingering gaze, just indifference in your eyes. And your best friend sitting next to you, glaring at him like he'd killed her puppy.

"Ok! Let's get this going." Tony cut the tension. "(y/n) you can give us your feedback first, then Natasha, then Clint, and yada yada yada. "

"Oh, actually I can't today." Your voice rang out in the room.

"What? Why?" Tony asked.

"I can't be impartial." You said, looking vaguely embarrassed at admitting that..

"Are one of them your friends?" Clint asked, jumping into the conversation, then taking a swig from the flask Natasha passed him.

"Well, no...but-"

"My girl got some action last night and doesn't trust her fair judgement when it comes to the hot Russian," Natasha said, grinning at you when you glared at her.

Steve's mind went blank. Natasha's sentence echoing in his head, he almost growled thinking about what she meant when she said, "action"

There's no way you.....

"Well, then get out of here. We don't need some girl in here talking about the 'action' she got, especially since she can't be useful." Steve said harshly. Everyone's faces snapped toward him, expressions from shock to anger painted across their faces. Tony stood up, his face painted with rage. But you grabbed his arm and gently tugged him down.

"Well, I'll see you all later, well those of you who aren't jealous pricks," you said. As you started to leave the room, you bent down to where he was sitting, whispering, "Green doesn't look good on you, Rogers." Then confidently strode out the door, but not before he saw your lip tremble and your eyes get glossy. Immediately he felt terrible, wondering why he always chose to be even more of a dick to you. Steve stood up and exited the room, hoping to apologize. But stepping outside, he only saw that same prick from earlier hugging you.

Steve clenched his jaw but didn't say anything, knowing that his actions caused this. He locked eyes with the guy, him glaring at Steve and Steve glaring right back.

"Hey, (y/n)...I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"Then what did you mean?" you cut him off harshly as you let go of the man.

"I," he faltered, "I don't know."

"You don't know," you chuckled humorlessly. "You didn't know why you cheated on me either. Just go, Steve."

"No, I don't want to go."

"Then what do you want Steve, because obviously I've never been good for giving you what you want," you said, voice cold.

"I want you back! Ok? I want the late night cuddles, those soft morning kisses, and I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning. Please give me a chance?" Steve begged, knowing it wasn't fair of him to ask this from you but too selfish to care.

"How long?"

"How long what?" he questioned.

"How long were you cheating on me?"

"I-I always loved you-"

"Of course, and while you always loved me you were cheating on me for how long?" Your eyes were filled with fire and your voice ice. "I'm guessing 2 months when you stopped telling me you loved me. God, I should've seen it."

When he opened his mouth to try to say something, you just continued. "And Steve I won't give you a chance because you had yours and you threw it into the fire, not caring how much it burned me."

[her-storybooks]

Teething Problems - Chapter 2 Will and Mackenzie.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Newsroom (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will McAvoy/MacKenzie McHale, Will McAvoy & MacKenzie McHale Characters: Will McAvoy, MacKenzie McHale, Original Child(ren) of Will McAvoy and MacKenzie McHale Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, Family, Family Feels, Romance, Eventual Romance, couples argue, Dreams Series: Part 2 of a growing home.

Summary: Mackenzie and Will struggled to handle their working relationship, as arguments spill outside the hours of 8 and 9.

It was her first real week at the news company and the delicate thread of their relationship was a tight rope act he wasn’t sure he could manage. During the day they were just Will and Mackenzie, fighting the awkwardness of her betrayal and their power struggle for control – but overall working well. After the show Mack would go downstairs and collect Daniel before bringing him up to the newsroom.

I’ve just got some files to put away… I just want to check something… let me just do this job and then we’ll go… play with Will for a bit honey…

He appreciated it because he knew she was just finding any excuse to let Will spend time with his son. Daniel enjoyed running around the newsroom, looking at the equipment and spinning in the hair and makeup chair. He liked letting Will show him around and finding fun games to play. Each day Daniel and Will grew more and more comfortable around one another. Just for an hour in the evening it was easy.

And then Friday came. He had his meeting with Rhys, and all went to shit. He got in his head about the ratings. So Will went behind Mac’s back, putting in a segment about Sarah Palin he knew she wouldn’t like, and he knew he couldn’t stand by. He didn’t do it for good news, he did it to be liked by the viewers. Her team had failed and lost them an important guest, leaving him to talk to three idiots who made him, and the newsroom look like armatures. He was mad at her; she was mad at him.

He had to admit, it was one of her best lectures. One of her angriest and most fire fuelled – but with good reason. He knew she was in the right; she had the high ground but like hell was he going to let her know that. “Are you in or are you out?” she stormed down the hallways with whisps of hair flying around her face. “I don’t understand, you’re mad at me right now?” it was automatic. It was too easy. He saw her standing on her high horse and had to fight back. Yes, she was right about this situation, but she had no right to assume an ethical throne. She lost that right when she slept with her ex-boyfriend.

“How the hell did Palin get into the run down?” He couldn’t answer. She already knew and he wasn’t going to admit it. “First of all, I’m the EP! Don’t send…” “And I’m the managing editor, not your puppet! I don’t need your permission to…” “yes you do! And you didn’t ask for it because you knew you wouldn’t get it! I made it clear this show was not going to participate in the endless cycle of co-dependency between Palin and…” “I know!” that was his mistake, interrupting her when she was on a role. Now she was going to make it personal.

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[tojikai]

Drama, Pregnancy, Cheating, Trauma, and Mommy Issues. OH HOW I MISSED THIS STORY.

(I'm apologizing now because for each chapter I'm genuinely just going to send a long ask of my thoughts and reactions that I had while reading. Beware.)

Chapter: IX

The mommy issues and trauma really shone through during this chapter. Hate how I could relate. It truly sucks having a parent who's a good person but a bad parent. Y/N love please get therapy. If not for yourself at least for your baby. You deserve to have some peace of mind. Especially after everything she's gone through.

He’d only choose you if she wasn’t one of the choices. MA'AM. You can't keep throwing sentences in here like this. You keep breaking my heart. That just hurt 🥹

Imma need Rie to shut up and not start stuff. So glad she kept her mouth quiet when talking to our mother. But she genuinely needs to realize that the person at fault is not y/n. It's Hoetoru's. He was the one in a relationship. He cheated when he was in a relationship with Y/N idk why you thought he'd be loyal with you but whatever.

When I tell you I cheered when she said you're not my boyfriend. GET HIM GIRL.

I've never liked Suguru but I like your version of him. He makes me feel things and I quite frankly don't appreciate it 😭. I just keep thinking about those tattoos. Especially when he rolled his sleeves up at the bar. IT'S NOT FAIR.

Not Hoejo saying you locked him out like he lives there or something. My guy go home, she don't want you. Be like Elsa and let it go.

Please tell me that this is the beginning of a budding romance between y/n and Suguru because honey that would be a plot twist. She never gets back together with Hoetoru, her baby has 3 parents who are all present in their life and everyone gets therapy. I feel like that's not gonna happen though. I'm going to be sad by the end of this series aren't I? Sigh.

Why does he need to know about y'all's business? Y'all are two grown adults who did a bit of the Devil's Tango. It happens. Hoejo don't gotta know what y'all be doing on the down low. You're still gonna tell him aren't you Geto? Please don't.

I need Gojo to stop acting like a boyfriend and start acting like a father. All you need to do it take care of Y/N and the health of the baby. All this other mess is extra. We don't need extra. We need you to be a responsible adult for just one day. I know it's hard for you hun but at least pretend or something.

I JUST KNOW HE ISN'T TALKING. I had to sit away from my phone after Hoetoru got mad at Geto. He really said I know I'm not her boyfriend but.... That's when he should've stopped talking but no he just had to keep going. 🤦🏽‍♀️ You mad? Aw poor thing. Could've all been avoided if you just drove her home and let it be.

Maybe it's just me. But I don't see anything wrong with what y/n did with Suguru. Maybe it's just my fury toward Gojo distorting my values but honestly I'm not seeing how this is a betrayal. But whatever, if y'all feel guilty i can't do anything about that. But I promise you that this betrayal is nowhere near as bad as what Gojo did. But to each his own. Y'all are better than I'll ever be.

HOW COME GOJO GOT TO PUNCH HIM? SKIP YOUR FEELINGS HOE! THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T CHEAT. I HATE IT HERE.

Previous sentence cancelled Geto got to punch him too. Oh nononono please I can't, don't make me cry. I loved her first. *Sobs loudly* Suguru is a true friend and even if he doesn't get y/n I hope he gets some closure.

I think it's interesting how Gojo and Geto are like 2 sides of the same coin. Both are willing to go through heaven and hell for this woman to be happy. However, Gojo is selfish while Geto is more selfless. Gojo keeps trying to force something despite the discomfort and pain that he's causing y/n. When Geto was just willing to let his feelings go because he knew it'd make things easier in y/n. I'm sure there's some people out there who'd love having a partner like Gojo who's willing to fight. But sometimes the best course of action is letting go. Especially if it's for the happiness of the person that you love.

He poured his heart out to you and you still... I don't have the energy to be mad at you anymore. I'm just done.

Oh that ending. Way to keep us on our toes.

I think the main reason why I love this story so much is the way you write makes me so emotionally attached to these characters. If only Gojo didn't cheat. If only Geto didn't give up on his feelings towards y/n. If only Gojo didn't drive Rie home that day. If only. If only. If only. It breaks my heart knowing all the possible outcomes and how this story's ending is most likely going to be bittersweet. But I can definitely tell how much you love what you're doing and how hard you've worked on this. This takes a lot of skill, time, and energy. So thank you. I'm gonna cry so hard when I get to this epilogue.

wow omgg i really enjoyed reading this !! it's nice to read a new perspective about what yn and geto did. gojo's character didn't want to be angry abt it, really. he's just so hurt and he also thinks that he doesn't have the right to be hurt bc of what he did. it's like all actions that he can take can be valid yet also invalid at the same time. it opened up the situation between them and yn before all of it. AND i like how you compared gojo and geto's love for yn !! it's nice to know that someone would fight with their whole heart and never give you up but it's also great to know that someone would rather hurt and let you go if it means your happiness🥺anyways thank you soooo much for your support, that means A LOT to me <33 i hope you're doing well ~!!

[tangledmovielove]

Why I Wish the “Tangled” Series Never Happened: A Rant on Disney’s Betrayal of the Original Story

Tangled is one of my absolute favorite Disney movies. It’s a beautiful, romantic tale about freedom, self-discovery, and finding true love. But honestly? I can’t even think about Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure without wanting to scream because it completely ruins everything that made the original movie so special. And worse, it turns Tangled—and even the Rapunzel fairy tale—into something unrecognizable and disrespectful to the original message.

The series didn’t just take a bad turn—it’s an outright betrayal of the characters and the story. It’s one thing to make a bad sequel, but to mess with such a rich, romantic fairy tale in the process? That’s just cruel.

Flynn Rider: From Charming Rogue to Punching Bag

Let’s talk about Flynn. In Tangled, he was a complex, witty character who had his flaws but grew into a true partner for Rapunzel. He was clever, funny, and more than just a “boyfriend.” He was an equal protagonist with Rapunzel—they both saved each other, and they both had strong arcs.

But in the series? They turned him into a joke. He became this incompetent, bumbling sidekick, constantly belittled by Cassandra and the other characters, while Rapunzel just stood by and let it happen. Where was the Flynn who was so smart and had an edge in the movie? The Flynn who risked everything for Rapunzel? Instead, they made him into this emotional doormat who’s not even given the chance to be a real partner to Rapunzel.

This wasn’t just a bad decision—it was an outright destruction of his character. Flynn deserved better.

Rapunzel: From Selfless Hero to “Feminist” Mary Sue?

Now let’s talk about Rapunzel. I have to ask: what happened to the Rapunzel we fell in love with in Tangled? In the movie, she was brave and selfless, willing to risk her freedom for Flynn. But in the series, suddenly marriage becomes a prison, and Flynn’s constant rejection is somehow acceptable. That’s not the Rapunzel we know and love!

In the original movie, Rapunzel was ready to give up everything for Flynn, including her tower and all the comfort and security she’d known her whole life. She didn’t see their love as a burden or a loss of freedom. But the show rewrites that entire narrative. Suddenly, marriage is portrayed as a trap, and Rapunzel becomes this self-centered, emotionally distant character. She rejects Flynn’s proposal multiple times without even considering how hurtful it is, and she never defends him when Cassandra constantly disrespects him. She keeps secrets from him and lets him be humiliated, all while acting like she’s the one who’s “free” in the relationship. It’s heartbreaking and completely out of character.

Marriage as a "Prison"—Really?

And that brings me to the most infuriating thing: the series’ portrayal of marriage. Marriage in Tangled was supposed to be a celebration of love, a mutual commitment between two people who had gone through so much together. But in the series, marriage is treated like a prison, like a death sentence that would somehow take away Rapunzel’s freedom.

Let’s be real: in Tangled’s world (and the world of the original fairy tale), people didn’t wait years to get married. It was part of the time period’s norms—people got married quickly because that was often the only way for a couple to be together. That’s not something to criticize—it’s historical accuracy. But the series ignores that context entirely. Rapunzel rejecting Flynn’s proposal, especially given the era, just feels wrong. And if you ask me, it sends the wrong message entirely. It implies that if you truly love someone, marriage is something to be feared or avoided.

But in reality? If you love someone, marriage is a way of committing to them, and it certainly shouldn’t be portrayed as a “prison.” Anyone who sees marriage as a trap is probably not in the right relationship. And the fact that Rapunzel keeps rejecting Flynn over and over—when, in the original movie, she was willing to risk everything for him—makes no sense. It’s like she’s been rewritten just to fit some modern, toxic, anti-marriage narrative that has no place in this story.

The Original Tale: Love, Sacrifice, and Freedom

And speaking of the original tale, let’s talk about Rapunzel’s fairy tale roots. The original version of the Rapunzel story, Petrosinella (written by Basile), is actually a romantic love story at its core. In that version, the girl is not a “lost princess” but an ordinary girl who, like many women of that time, had very few options for freedom.

Petrosinella’s escape wasn’t just about her gaining freedom for the sake of freedom—it was about finding love and escaping an abusive situation. Marrying the prince wasn’t a bad thing, as it was often the only way for women to escape from a difficult life. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to marry the man you love—especially if that man is a prince who could give you a better life! Marriage in that context wasn’t about giving up one’s identity—it was about survival and gaining the ability to truly be free. And that’s exactly what Rapunzel does in Tangled.

But of course, the series couldn’t accept that. They turned Rapunzel into a “modern feminist” character who has to be above all that, which is not only historically inaccurate but also just unnecessary. Rapunzel doesn’t need to reject the idea of love and marriage to be strong. In fact, if she truly loved Flynn, she would want to be with him as soon as possible.

And, honestly, anyone who’s criticizing those princesses who married young in the past (Cinderella, Ariel, etc.) clearly doesn’t understand the historical context. They weren’t just getting married for fun—they were getting married to survive and to thrive.

Disney’s Tangled Was Perfect—No Need for the Series

At the end of the day, I wish Disney had left Tangled alone. The movie was perfect in its own right, with Flynn and Rapunzel as equals in a beautiful love story. The series wasn’t necessary, and it certainly wasn’t a worthy addition to the franchise. It ruined the movie, it ruined Flynn, and it turned a story about love and self-discovery into a toxic relationship drama that should never have existed.

It’s not Tangled anymore. And if I had my way, I’d just pretend the series never happened. Because to me, Tangled will always be the original—where love, sacrifice, and freedom come together in a beautiful, timeless way. Anything else? I just can’t accept it as canon.

[cece693]

Why? (Stu and Billy x Male Reader)

I couldn't help but write a small insert involving my favorite killer duo—Stu and Billy. I'm not happy with the ending, so I might come back and change it. I just wanted to post something quick.

Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive?

Sidney's breath caught in her throat as the chilling click of the gun echoed in the kitchen. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the sound almost drowning out the sense of impending doom.

"What? Did you really believe you'd make it out alive?" M/n's words sliced through the silence like a jagged knife, their mocking tone a cruel contrast to his previous soothing nature. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now gleamed with a disturbing intensity. Sidney's hands trembled as she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against her skull, its presence sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe it—her sweet brother was a murderer.

"Why?" Sidney couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling with the weight of betrayal and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared into M/n's unsettling gaze. "Why are you doing this to me? Why did you kill our friends?" A groan escaped M/n's lips, the sound carrying an eerie mix of boredom and frustration.

"Again with the questions, Sid," M/n sneered. "They were your friends, not mine. Besides, do the majority of serial killers have a reason?"

He watched his sister's expression, almost amused by her attempts to understand the incomprehensible.

"But…" M/n trailed off, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "If you really want a reason for my killing spree, turn around." Sidney's heart raced as she hesitated, the command hanging in the air like a dark omen. Sensing her reluctance, M/n's patience wore thin. With a swift motion, he grabbed his sister and forcibly turned her around, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

As Stu and Billy entered the kitchen with a knife in hand, the atmosphere grew even more suffocating. M/n's eyes gleamed with a macabre anticipation, relishing in the unfolding chaos. While he would have preferred to finish the job with a gun, he indulged his boyfriend's penchant for theatricality. After all, who was M/n to deny them such pleasure in their twisted game of cat and mouse?

"Surprise! Did you really think it was just M/n on his own?" Stu's voice dripped with mockery as he stepped closer, the knife held menacingly in his hand.

Billy, his expression equally twisted, chimed in, "Yeah, Sid. We've been planning this for a while now." His tone was chillingly casual, as if discussing the weather. "But it doesn't end just there, oh no. We have another surprise for you."

Sidney's heart sank as Billy's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with malice. Her attempts to break free from M/n's hold grew more frantic, yet his grip remained strong. "You see, Sid," Billy continued, his voice laced with a sickening glee, "there's something else you should know. Something that will make this all the more delicious."

Stu stepped forward, his gaze locked with Billy and M/n's, a silent understanding passing between them. "We're not just partners in crime. We're lovers."

Sidney's heart shattered at the revelation, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of their betrayal. Billy, her former boyfriend, Stu, her friend, and M/n, her brother, had been conspiring against her all along, their twisted love for each other overshadowing any sense of loyalty or morality.

Stu's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. "Fucking, killing, you name it, Sid. We're a team in every sense of the word."

[fingertipsmp3]

I’ve just discovered something absolutely fucking crazy and now I’m experiencing emotions previously known only to shrimp

[dopelavender]

Farrah Fawcett Spray

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Steve gets mad at you after you reveal his secret

Warnings: Some pretty angsty angst but followed by fluffy fluff and a little bit of smutty smut ;) (more to follow)

A/N: Let's just pretend Nancy has a pool in her backyard for the sake of the fic. Also this is my first Steve x reader! Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want some more!

FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS!! <3

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“Take a left here! Here!” you yell, as your boyfriend misses yet another turn. You were on your way to Nancy’s party, which had stared about two hours ago. It was quite unusual for her to throw a party, but you guys (especially Steve)decided it would be a great opportunity seeing as her parents where out of town and you all needed to unwind a bit with all the crazy shit going on in your lives.

“Honestly Steve, my grandma has better reflexes than you” Robin jokes, leaning over from the back seat to make fun of him. Her laugh stops when she sees the look Steve is giving her and she falls back in her seat with a thud, picking at her chipped nail polish.  

“Would you stop yelling at me like that, Y/n?! I can’t concentrate when you yell…” Steve whines, looking as innocent as a newborn babe.

“I’m not yelling at you, I’m just yelling near you!” you try to defend yourself, waving your arms around, pointing out the space between you. He looks over with his eyebrows raised and scoffs.

You take a deep breath in, and let it out, feeling a bit guilty for raising your voice at him.  Leaning your head back on the car seat, you look over at Steve who’s watching the road with a grumpy face “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re already so late. I feel bad for keeping Nancy waiting”.

“Well, we’re not the only people she invited, so it’s fine. Besides, we would have already been there long ago if you hadn’t taken a century to get ready. Honestly, what do you do in that bathroom?”.

Your head snaps back up as you hear the words leaving his mouth. You couldn’t believe your ears. “Excuse me ?! You’re complaining about how long I take to get ready, Mr. Farrah Fawcett spray? ”.

He gasps dramatically “Hey! I told you that in confidentiality!” he points his finger at you accusingly, as if you had revealed his deepest darkest secret (which , according to him, you kind of did).

Robin pops her head between the two of you, looking as happy as a kid on Christmas day “Oh my god, you use Farrah Fawcett spray on your hair?” she laughs out loud, her cheeks hurting from the smile she couldn’t seem to lose after hearing such interesting information about Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

“I can’t believe you just did that” Steve mumbles, placing a hand on his heart as a sign of the betrayal he experienced “I can never trust you again….".

“Oh, pleeeaasee. Would you stop being such a drama queen?” you say, annoyed by his theatrical reactions that usually make you laugh.

“What? I am not a drama queen. No way” he defends, clearly offended by your remark.

“You so are” you stand by your point.

“Am not!” he barks back.

Robin takes her head in her hands “Okay you guys, this could go on for a while. Can’t you just like, call it even? I bet Steve has shared some unsavoury things about you ,Y/n. Right, Steve?” she nudges his shoulder with her hand.

“No way. You see, I would never do such a horrible thing” he states, looking over at you with a superior look in his eyes.

“Oh really?” you ask, leaning a bit closer to him.

“Yeah!” he says without hesitation.

“All right. Let’s recall, shall we? 7th grade, school playground, all our classmates present. Dear Steve here thought it would be a good idea to fill everybody in on the fact that I still sleep with my teddy!” you fall back in your seat and cross your hands over your chest.

“You really did that, Steve?” Robin asks, looking at him disapprovingly “Not cool, man, not cool at all” she shakes her head but a smile finds its way to her face “But you see? You both have big mouths. So how about you shake hands and we call it a day so we can go and get absolutely blasted at Nancy’s party?” Robin looks hopefully between the two of you with a smile that makes you appreciate her positivity.

She really cared for the both of you, you were her best friends. And all this bickering (you couldn’t call it a real fight, it was just a stupid argument)  surely made her uncomfortable . You suddenly feel really bad for the position you put Robin in. This was all so silly.  You turn around in your seat and take her hand, giving her a heartfelt smile. Looking back at Steve, you decide to put an end to this.

“I guess you’re right. Steve, I – “ just as you were about to apologise to your boyfriend for yelling at him and for sharing his super secret, extremely private hair routine, he interrupts you, raising a hand to get his point across.

“That is so not the same thing! What happened on the playground was an accident. Unlike what you just did, Y/n. That was personal!” He looks over at you, and you can actually see hurt in his brown puppy-dog eyes. Was he truly this affected by what you said?

“Steve” you reach for him, placing your hand over his on the gear stick but he avoids your touch, stopping the car. You had finally arrived at Nancy’s.  He gets out of the car and you and Robin follow. He’s a few steps ahead of you so you run a bit to catch up to him. You look up at him and he's staring ahead, unusually serious, as you walk up to the front door. The vibe between you is off and you hate it. You hate when you get in these stupid arguments over virtually nothing. It’s just such a shame. All you want is for him to hold your hand, brush your hair from your face and kiss your lips that were thirsty to be touched by his. But he doesn’t do any of this. Instead, when you get inside the house he leaves you and Robin in the living room, mumbling something about going to get a drink and finding you after.

The house was crowded with people, your nerves spiking up as you scan the room looking for your friends. You spot Nancy and Jonathan in the backyard, both with a drink in their hand and laughing at a boy who was seductively dancing in front of some cheerleaders to Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing”. The cheerleaders where not impressed.

You walk over to them and Nancy greets you both very cheerily, albeit a bit annoyed at your late arrival “Y/n! Robin! What took you guys so long?” her big eyes were scolding you. Jonathan just gives you a shy wave and takes a sip from his red solo cup.

“Long story” says Robin with an awkward smile. “I’m sure he’ll come around. You know how sensitive Steve is” she gives you a sympathetic look and comforts you, hooking her arm around yours. You give her a gentle squeeze, thankful for the support she is providing.

“What? What happened? Where’s Steve?” Nancy looks at you concerned “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. We just had a stupid fight, that’s all” you reassure “Actually, I’m gonna go look for him, if you guys don’t mind. I can’t stand it when he’s mad at me, it gives me horrible anxiety” You put a hand over your belly, the agitation building a knot in the pit of your stomach.

“Of course not! Go ahead, I totally get it” Nancy says, looking over at Jonathan and interlacing their fingers. He watches her with a loving look in his eyes and brings their hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of Nancy's hand.

“We’ll be waiting for you in the pool” Robin adds with a grin as she starts taking her clothes off and demands for Nancy and Jonathan to do the same.

You laugh at Robin, glad to see her so comfortable in your friend group, seeing that she hasn't been hanging out with you for very long. But in the time she has, she managed to win everybody's hearts over with her authentic and fun nature. Now, it was hard to imagine what your life would be like without her presence in it.

Slowly making your way through the crowd, your eyes dart around the place hoping to spot that familiar face you knew so well. That sweet and handsome face. How could you be so stupid as to make that face sad? You supress a groan of frustration that threatens to leave your mouth as you think about your fight. Even though it didn’t seem like a big deal to you, it was a big deal to him. And you didn’t want to invalidate his feelings. That just isn’t something you do. You want to hold him and tell him how sorry you are for breaking his trust and hurting him.

Your anxiety starts to worsen as you search almost all of the downstairs area and Steve is nowhere to be found. All the sweaty and hot bodies swarming around you, the loud music pumping in your ears and the heavy smell of alcohol in the air didn’t help to ease your nerves one bit, it just made everything worse. “God, I fucking hate parties” you think to yourself. You usually come just because Steve likes them, and wherever Steve goes, you go. You loved the way people magnate towards him, the way he’s always the centre of attention and the way he thrives in it. But what you love most is that even in a room full of interesting and beautiful people, he’s always looking at you, always touching you in some small or big way, just to show you that his attention remains on you, that you are the most important thing to him. Your heart aches as you think of this and your breathing starts to get heavy when you still can’t see him anywhere.

When you get to kitchen you can finally breathe again. There he was, leaning on his hands against the kitchen counter, his back turned to you. You silently make your way through the empty kitchen to where he is standing. Putting your hands against his back, you slowly rub it and lean your head against him. He jumps a bit, scared by the unexpected feeling, but immediately relaxes against your touch when he realises it’s you.

“Hey” you say shyly, now drawing little patterns with the tip of your index finger against his shirt.

“Hey, big mouth” he jokes. You’re not sure if he’s still mad or not, but the joke relaxes you a little.

" 'm sorry” you mumble into his back, snaking your arms around his middle and hugging him from behind “I really didn’t think about what I was saying, I just said it. I didn’t mean to hurt you or embarrass you in front of Robin. It was stupid. I’m really sorry. I love you” you hug him tighter, standing on the tip of your toes to leave kisses along his neck. You were craving his warmth against you to help calm your anxiety.

He turns around, your palms now resting on his chest as his hands find their place comfortably around your waist.

"I love you too, baby. It's alright." He looked into your eyes, worried as he saw the anxiety written on your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” he cups your face, thumb gingerly stroking your cheek.

“I-I just could find you so I got scared and you know how I hate it when we fight, it just completely wrecks me” You ramble and grip his shirt tightly, pulling him to you, needing to feel him closer.

With his hands still cupping your face, he kisses your left cheek, then your right one, then your nose, finally just kissing every inch of your face, making you giggle “Let’s not fight anymore, then. I'm sorry too” he breathes against your mouth, his lips just brushing against yours.  

As needy as ever, you pull him by his shirt, locking your lips into a deep kiss. He grabs your hips, kneading the skin through the fabric of your shorts. Your hands travel up to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Oh, that hair. You gently pull at his roots and he bites your bottom lip in response, getting a moan to escape your lips. You pull away from him and he groans. He leans his forehead against yours and looks at your red and kiss swollen lips, dragging his thumb against your bottom lip. “God, you’re so beautiful” Steve whispers, just for you to hear.

You smile up at him "Thank you, pretty boy".

As much as you're enjoying being alone with him, you remember your friends, cooling off in the swimming pool “The others are waiting for us in the pool. You feel like taking a little night swim with me?” Your hands rub his toned biceps, make their way up to his neck, and then back down to his arms again.

“Umm, yeah” he laughs, instantly pulling you after him, darting through the house and making people jump out of his way to let you pass. All the agglomeration and the noise of the party seemd to fade away. The only thing that mattered right now was Steve's hand, firmly gripping yours, leading you after him, and his pretty face, turning around now and then to smile at you.

Out in the backyard, Nancy and Jonathan were in the pool, childishly playing with one another while Robin was laying on a rainbow coloured :), inflatable water mattress with a drink in her hand, humming to the chorus of “Bette Davis Eyes” which was blasting through the speaker.

You start stripping down, removing your shoes and then your shirt, fixing your swimsuit top, only to find Steve watching you intensely. “Oh my god, you perv!” you laugh and throw one of your Converse at him.

“Woah!” he shouts and ducks out of the way just as your shoe flies by his head “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked before, y’know” he unbuttons his shirt and smirks at you. You can’t help but stare at his bear chest and toned abdomen. He’s just too damn hot, and he knows it. Unfortunately for you, he caught you checking him out “Now who’s the perv?” he teases as he takes off his pants.

Once you’re both just in your bathing suits, you grab his hand, leading him to the lit up pool.  Robin waves you over to her “C’mon you guys! This is sooo nice” she says and takes a big sip from her drink, smiling to herself.

“How’s the wat-“ you manage to get out before Steve pushes you into the swimming pool. The water is cold on impact and you swim back up, emerging to the top and wiping your face with your hands. “Steve! You are so dead” All that time spent in the bathroom getting ready for the party seems to have been in vain.

You look up at Steve who is grinning down at you and see him take a few steps back before yelling “Cannonball” and jumping in the pool just right next to you. Water splashes everywhere and the waves created by his jump make Robin almost fall off her water mattress.

He comes up from under the water and runs a hand through his hair, which manages to look perfect even when soaking wet.

"Jesus, Steve. What are you, 6 years old?" Jonathan laughs.

"We're all children at heart" Steve preaches.

“Watch out, you asshole!” Robin yells at him “It took me 15 minutes to make this Sex on the Beach!” she points to her tall glass with a swirly straw and a sugar rim topped off with a lemon slice and takes an aggressive sip from it, shooting daggers at your boyfriend.

You take advantage of the opportunity, and push Steve’s head under the water when he wasn’t looking. You pull him back up and he spits out some water, pretending to be pissed “Your ass is grass, L/n”

You squeal as he takes you by your waist and effortlessly pulls you out of the water and then throws you back in. He keeps doing it until you can’t breathe anymore from all the laughing.

“Alright, alright. You win” You say through giggles, putting your hands up in defeat. “You win” you say again, this time more silently, lowering your hands and placing them on his neck.

You were both breathing heavy as he leans down, teasing your lips with his “Give up so easily, baby?” he kisses you and smiles against your lips.

“Mm-hmm” you murmur between kisses “You’re just too good, Harrington. I don’t stand a chance”.

Wrapping your legs around him, you deepen the kiss, your hands running through his hair again. His intoxicating scent making you woozy. Steve grabs your ass and gives it a squeeze under the water. He pulls you closer to him, your crotch rubbing against his. Thankfully, your moans were stifled by the heated kiss. Right now, you start to wish you weren’t in a pool, surrounded by people, but alone in his bedroom, so he could to you what he knew you wanted him so badly to do.

You hear someone clearing their throat behind you and you stop the make out session, turning around to see Robin awkwardly paddling to you with one hand, Sex on the Beach still firmly positioned in her other hand.

“Heeey, sorry to interrupt. Just a quick question” She leans down to whisper, so that only you 3 could hear “So is it just, like, one puff of the Farrah Fawcett spray…or do you, like, drench your hair in it?" She leans her head to the side, gesturing around her head with her free hand.   

Steve is completely gob-smacked as he looks at Robin, who is sucking on her swirly straw, patiently awaiting her answer. He sighs, runs a hand over his face and whispers back “ I’m only going to say this once, so listen close. Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair is damp – it’s not wet, okay? – when it’s damp…you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray”.

“Wow that’s great man, thanks a lot! You can go back to your - what you were - you - okay bye” Robin paddles away in triumph, leaving you laughing at their exchange.

“What are you laughing at?” Steve says, looking down at you “This is all your fault, y’know” he says under his breath, leaning in to kiss you again and again and again...

[allofuswantgwinam]

Gwi nam x reader, lee suhyeok x reader

authors note: this was my first smut and the first writing ive moved from my old tumblr lol requests are still open ive just had a bad mental week, sorry they’re taking so long to the few that have requested stories💗

warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, unprotected sex, angst, jealousy, dirty talk *if i leave anything out let me know pls cause I would never want to accidentally upset or trigger anyone ❤️😢

i was pressed against the bathroom wall, gwi nams front pressing my back. his one arm was wrapped around my waist pulling me back into him while his other hand gripped my hair roughly. “where’s your bitch of a boyfriend, hmm?” he spoke harshly with his lips pressed against the shell of my ear “did he already become zombie food?” he snickered and grazed his teeth on my ear sending chills down my spine. his body was warm and i could feel his bulge pressed against me. it might be fucked up but i liked it. his dominance was turning me on but i really hoped suhyeok was ok. i care about him.

i knew who he was referring to. gwi nam of all people is the only person that knows my secret. “he’s not my boyfriend.” he’s just jealous because he hasn’t had the chance and lee suhyeok has. a few times actually. he’s my best friend but things happen and it hasn’t seemed to affect our friendship so I’m ok with it.

“i will fuck you better than him.”

i kinda thought to myself for a second… I’ve always been attracted to yoon gwi nam. i just couldn’t stand how he treated people, but the fact that there’s zombies running around eating everyone at my high school makes me think i should just see what the fuck could happen because the most unfathomable has already happened. i stayed silent because i didn’t really know what to say, but i was curious. “you’re not his girlfriend you’re just a slut.” he let go of my hair and slid his hands up my torso and grabbed my breasts roughly. “you’re gonna be a slut for me now, got that?” he squeezed my clothed nipples making me moan quietly.

“Y/N/N? what the fuck is going on? get off her!!” lee suhyeok ran and ripped gwi nam off me and i turned facing them. my heart was racing. suhyeok punched gwi nam in face and then kicked him to the ground.

“Stop!” i yelled running over to grab suhyeok and pull him away. “he wasn’t going to hurt me!” we had a weird relationship. gwi nam was my table mate in 2 classes and he always teased me but it wasn’t really hurtful… it was sexual. he would straightforwardly check me out or play with my hair and whisper dirty things he would do if we weren’t in a classroom so he could watch my face go red in embarrassment. I could never understand why he would never try to find me anywhere out of school but ive always been too afraid of the dangers i might face being involved with him to find out. gwi nam got up and wiped off his pants. “you’re not her boyfriend.” he stated blankly and looked at suhyeok.

suhyeok was standing with such confusion on his face. from me telling him to stop beating up gwi nam and him seeing what he saw when he walked in the bathroom. he didn’t know how to feel or what to feel. i was holding suhyeok’s arm to keep him from attacking gwi again. “what’s that even supposed to mean? you can’t just do whatever you want with people. i will fucking kill y-“

“she wanted it.” Gwi nam laughed menacingly and stepped towards suhyeok. “Y/N was moaning for me you just couldn’t hear it.” he smirked and stopped nose to nose with suhyeok. suhyeok was pissed. I’d never seen him look so angry. betrayal? maybe he feels betrayed that i would let someone else have me… i didn’t think it mattered to him. maybe it’s just cause it’s yoon gwi nam. they have a history and i wouldn’t say they quite fancy each other.

“stop, both of you” i groaned and stepped in between them pushing them away from each other. “this is stupid.”

“Y/N lets go” suhyeok said seriously while grabbing your hand and holding it tight. he was mad at you but still wanted to protect you and obviously get the hell away from gwi nam.

“no ones going anywhere.” gwi nam spoke up sternly. “so what’s gonna happen is you’re gonna share her with me… she’s gonna have to make a decision when we’re done.” I stood there starting to get a little nervous. that last part didn’t sound good.

“fuck you. we’re leaving.” Suhyeok said and pulled me towards the door with him.

“i’ll kill you.” gwi nam spat. “i’ll kill you and then there will be no decision. you’ll be dead and she’ll be mine.” he continued stopping suhyeok in his tracks.

i squeezed suhyeoks hand and whispered to him “it’s ok… Please just listen to him. i don’t want him to hurt you and…. it’s ok. i feel safe with you here.” i looked at him with pleading eyes. i didn’t know what i was doing. i just knew i had an arousal that needed to be fulfilled and two very attractive men in front of me. unfortunately one of them could be deadly.

suhyeok took a deep breathe and turned towards gwi nam “so what do you mean by share her?” he raised his eyebrows and continued to stand in front of me protectively.

gwi nam smirked and walked closer to us “we’ll take turns fucking her and she’ll have to decide who to leave with. it’d be nice to have a partner in crime as pretty as your little sex toy here.” he said while studying my body and biting his lip hungrily. “i might have issues sharing.”

suhyeok looked like he wanted to puke. i felt his body tense up in front of me. he knew this could end in a few different ways. death. me for whatever reason leaving with gwi nam instead of him which i know i would never do by my own will. or zombies come in here but that’s the least of anyone’s concerns right now. Suhyeok is in a rough situation and i feel like it’s my fault.

“ok.” i spoke up which of course pleased gwi nam.

“what!?” Suhyeok snapped while facing me with a pissed off look. “this is crazy… what the fuck?!” he paced the bathroom.

“face it. she’s just a slut, she doesn’t actually care about you. you’re just a fuck and she was gonna let me fuck her too until you rudely interrupted” he spat. suhyeok was just looking at me, with pure anger and confusion.

“are you really ok with this?? im not afraid to prove myself, but i don’t want you to be in a situation you’re not comfortable wit-“

“she was moaning, don’t forget abo-“ gwi nam cockily interrupted.

suhyeok shoved me forcefully against the bathroom sink and pressed his body against mine. “you think you can find better dick huh?” he whispered gruffly against my lips “I’ll fuckin show you” he grasped my face and kissed me aggressively. i melted. i don’t understand where this is coming from. he’s not vanilla but i think he’s hiding something from me and now he’s gonna take it out on me sexually which i am not complaining. his kisses are sending shivers down my spine and tingles in all the right places. i forget gwi nam is even there for a second.

“show me” i moaned in his mouth. suhyeok ripped my button up shirt open and reached around to unclapse my bra. “mine” he grumbled and sucked on my left nipple while pinching the other one.

“fuck” i moaned and gripped a hand in his hair. i looked over and looked into gwi nams eyes, almost taunting him. he watched, he was smirking at me. almost like he was watching and planning his enter. i reached down and palmed suhyeoks bulge making him moan, squeezing it and still looking in gwi nams eyes.

gwi nam started making his way towards us. “you get her warmed up, im gonna go find a weapon and maybe soemthing to block the door so we won’t die when i make her scream from fucking her so good” he said with a wide smirk while looking directly in my eyes and patted suhyeoks shoulder. “don’t try to leave shit heads. I’ll find you and kill you, i promise.”he threatened seriously while pointing at us and walked out the door to who knows where.

the vibe changed instantly. suhyeok stop teasing me and lifted his head back up to look at me. “is he telling the truth?” he spoke softly and gripped my hips. I sighed “… yes. i’m sorry.” i whispered and looked down. suhyeok gripped my chin in his fringers and looked me in my eyes “why??”

“he’s kinda hot..” i mumbled and shrugged making suhyeok scoff in annoyance. “it’s not like i would choose him. there’s fucking zombies out there ok? i didn’t even know if you were alive anymore!! i lost you so i ran in here and he just happened to be here and got me against the wall and i was gonna let him do it ok!?!! you’re not my boyfriend what the fuck does it matter to you?!” i said fed up. “you only treat me like a hook up and friend so why would i think of you when someone else is touching me.” i think i hit a nerve because as soon as that left my lips he spun me to face the mirror and yanked my skirt down.

“you have no idea the way you make me feel.” he growled and spread my legs open more. he looked at me in my eyes the mirror. he slid tow fingers up and down my slit feeling my wetness. “i don’t like that I might not have been the one that made you this wet” he muttered softly against my ear and shove the two fingers in my pussy. “i don’t like that I’ve been too much of a pussy to ask you you out and now I’m gonna have to share you with that fucker gwi nam or he kills us” he growled again and pumped his fingers in and out of me quickly.

“p-please, i promise never again” i whimpered out through my moans. he smacked my ass so hard im sure he left a hand print, i squeaked and stood up my on my tip toes because of the pleasure. i whined when he removed his fingers to undo his belt and drop his pants. he wrapped my long hair in his fist and yanked my head back exposing my neck. he kissed up my neck to my ear and slowly slid inside me. “you’re mine. no matter what happens when he gets back. you’re mine and you’re leaving with me.” he thrusted all the way inside me and groaned. I watched him in the mirror and bit my lip. he was so fucking sexy right now, i was so aroused and so thrown off guard by everything happening. not only was i about to get destroyed by the two sexiest men I’ve ever seen, but one of them just confessed their feelings to me. i just hope he knows i would choose him over anyone any day… especially this sexy asshole gwi that i feel shame for wanting to make me cry from torture and pleasure.

“yes, i promise” i moaned desperately and gripped the edge of the sink so hard i thought my knuckles would pop out. he was drilling into me so hard my head was spinning. he gripped my hair tighter and nibbled on my ear. “say my name.” he spat in my ear speeding up his thrusts.

“suhyeok.” I whispered out pathetically. it felt so good i couldn’t do anything but moan. he moved his free hand to reach around and rub my clit. “say it louder.” he he groaned in my ear and rubbed my clit vigorously. “suhyeok!! FUCK!” i screamed as tears filled my eyes from the pleasure.

“it’s my turn.” i barely heard gwi nams voice over the sound of suhyeok fucking the shit out of me in possession. possession i didn’t even know existed til now. gwi nam seemed irritated about what he walked into. he wanted me to be screaming for him. just him. “only fucking useful thing i found was this knife.” he said dropping it to the floor and stalking towards us. “but im more worried about something else right now.” he growled

suhyeok slowed his pace frustratedly. i watched his face in the mirror, his jaw was clenched but he seemed to have an ‘aha moment’ and he gave me a small smirk that made me tingle in excitement and curiosity. “just go with it, I’m not mad anymore.” he said quietly only for me to hear. he glanced over at the towel on the sink and went to pick it up. he laid it on the ground. “all fours. now.” Suhyeok demanded and i obliged immediately. i sank to the floor and got on my hands and knees with a smirk. even through the nerves i had never been more turned on in my life. i spread my legs and pressed my chest against the floor so my back was arched and my pussy was in full view.

i heard a deep growl and felt a rough bite on my ass. “i’m gonna fuck you so hard.” gwi nam promised once again while i heard his clothes coming off. “you’re gonna be begging for me to stop” he laughed tauntingly. Suhyeok walked over and got on his knees by my head. he grabbed my hair jerking my head up and the tip of his length poked at my lips. “open.” he demanded looking in my eyes, I obeyed and he slowly slid his dick in my mouth. he looked so good. his eyes half opened in pleasure, head tilted back and lips parted softly moaning while enjoying fucking my throat. “HHMmm” i moaned as i felt gwi nam forcefully thrust into me giving me no time to get used to him.

“where the fuck are you going Y/N?” he chuckled and grab my hips to keep me from running. he was bigger than suhyeok, i can’t lie. “fucking take it.” he grumbled and started thrusting deep and powerfully. “you like being treated like a fucking whore huh?? choking on dick and taking dick at the same time??” he moaned and scratched his nails down my back leaving marks. suhyeok stopped thrusting and held my head still and made me deep throat him. spit was dripping down my jaw and tears falling down my face.

“fuuuck, you’re so good” suhyeok moaned and looked at me in awe. “you look so pretty like that. with my dick down your throat.” he praised you while wiping tears away with his free hand. he slowly slid out of my throat to give me some air to which i was gasping for through my moans and the powerful thrusts from gwi nam. “so fucking beautiful.” he stroked his dick and admired my disheveled face.

“you’re so fucking wet.” gwi nam moaned and smacked my ass. he was continuously hitting my spot, making me scream out in pleasure. “you’re so fucking greedy.” he growled and huffed continuing to fuck me into oblivion while the person whose in love with me watched. “keeping such a good pussy away from me. you didn’t tell me huh?? Why??” He smacked my ass again but harder this time.

“i-i don’t… mm FUCK… i-“ i couldn’t even speak. he’s such an asshole but damn did he fuck me good. i feel guilty. suhyeok is just watching me and i can see the anger in his eyes. he knows he can’t stop it or we’ll die. i closed my eyes because if i kept looking at him i wouldn’t be able to enjoy this one time event. “spit it out slut” gwi nam demanded and grabbed my hair forcefully tanking my head back and pressing his lips against my ear and slowing down his thrusts.

“i - I’m sorry!” i cried out. “p-please don’t stop.” i moaned and begged without thinking of suhyeok. it was too late to care and i needed to cum so bad. my selfishness overpowered my guilt. but it’s not my fault suhyeok waited til the damn apocalypse to confess his feelings. i just need to forget it and enjoy the moment. gwi nam switched his pace back to no remorse and i screamed his name. i reached for suhyeok so that i could pleasure him again but he was gone. i was too lost in pleasure to worry about where he went. i started to throw my ass back on gwi, meeting his thrusts and he let out a deep and long moan.

“I’m in fucking charge.” He gripped my hips to keep them still and pounded into me over and over, i could feel myself reaching the explosive release i was dying for. “fucking cum bitch.” he growled and dipped his head to bite and suck on my neck, I’m sure to leave a mark. i felt such an overwhelming pleasure i hadn’t ever before. before i even knew it felt like electricity running through my veins and i couldn’t control my moans. i squirted on gwi nams dick and i felt him release inside me at the same time. i knew that wasn’t good but I’d worry about that consequence later. “FUCK.” he grunted loudly “such a good little bitch” he moaned and smirked looking down at the mess i made all over his lower half. he slowed his thrusts watching his dick go in and out of me slowly and listening to the wet sound that was caused from him taking me with no mercy. “i bet that fuck head never made you squirt” he boasted and pulled me back into him roughly so he was back inside me. “i want to make you do that again” he said nonchalantly.

“in your fucking dreams” i heard suhyeok say out of nowhere. “What the fuc-?” gwi nam barely got a word out before i heard a thud and another thud as i felt gwi nam slide out of me making me shiver.

“come on. let’s get the fuck out of here.”Suhyeok threw my clothes at me.

“where’d you go?” i said tiredly

“since I’m the one with morals here, i went and found something to knock his ass out with so we could get the fuck away from the that psycho.” he said frustratedly “so come on” he said while helping me put my skirt back on as i buttoned what was left of the buttons on my shirt. “next time he’s dead and you won’t stop me.” he spoke seriously and grabbed my chin so he could look directly in my eyes. “he’s an asshole. i might fuck you like a slut but i will love you like a Queen.” he stated and kissed me sweetly. “now let’s get the fuck away from here before that psycho wakes up.”

i don’t know what’s stranger. the flesh eating zombies or the fact that i just got fucked by my school bully and best friend with benefits and it made him confess his feelings for me and almost kill someone. i didn’t know what would happen or where we were going, but i knew i had made my decision. i i just hoped gwi nam would never find us again.

[jiyeonnnn]

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ; 𝗸. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗼

PAIRING: kim jungwoo x male reader

GENRE: smut

CONTENT WARNINGS: possessiveness, pseudo incest, dom!top male reader, sub!bottom jungwoo, hickeys, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, feminization (use of “pussy” and “cunt”, calling jungwoo “princess”), impact play, messy storyline and writing.

SUMMARY: after what you had thought was a settlement between you and your step brother that you'll only have each other, you were aghast to see him bringing someone into your house, so you had to teach him a lesson for breaking your promises.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a part 2 to "stepbrother's comfort", but in a more twisted way ig? please tell me if i missed anything in the warnings. also, please leave if you are uncomfortable.

"i will always be here for you, puppy,"

"i will always protect you, my love,"

"i only belong to you~"

"i love you"

you're all too familiar with these phrases coming from your stepbrother. you recalled how sweet and caring he was to you from the moment you entered his life until you experienced your first heartbreak. he imprinted on your mind that you are his property, that you belong to no one but him, so why is he suddenly bringing a boyfriend into your home?

were you not enough for him? can you not satisfy him anymore? a train of thoughts came crashing down your mind that you didn't notice the worried gaze of your parents to you, who have been trying to get your attention for quite a moment now.

"—n], [y/n], [y/n]!" your mother yelled, her face troubled. this drew everyone's attention, and they all stared at your dazed figure, worried for you.

"h-huh?" you replied, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as you try to collect yourself and your dark thoughts to act normal in front of them.

"you're quite out of yourself, dear, are you ok?" she asked you, placing a hand as she did so.

"y-yeah, mom, just having a bad day. that's all," you lied through your teeth, softly sending them a smile, "i don't want to ruin the mood here, i think i'll just go to my room,"

and by that, you went to you and jungwoo's shared bedroom after getting an assurance from everyone in the room.

"take good care of my brother, lucas. i hope your relationship lasts," you fakely wished as you sent them a forced smile. "i-i w-will!" lucas exclaimed, intimidated by your towering figure. "good," you said as you continued your walk to the bedroom.

"i'll show you who you belong to, hyung. i don't care if i'm as sick and twisted as you. you were mine and i am yours. no one will ever change that~" you chuckled while thinking this to yourself, planning what you'll do to your lovely stepbrother for the night.

—

the door of your bedroom creaked open, signalling the entrance of your stepbrother from what was happening downstairs earlier. he immediately went next to what he thought was your sleeping figure to check on you if you were ok, after all, he wouldn't let his favorite pup feel bad.

how dare he. how dare he still claim you as his after his shameless actions.

jungwoo was about to pat you when you suddenly pinned him under you. you looked at jungwoo's orbs with bloodshot eyes, brims having tears flow down from them.

"do you know how much i hated every single moment earlier ever since you brought your boyfriend here, hyung?" you sparked up, hurt.

"do you know how much it hurts me that you have others satisfying you when i'm right here? do you know how long i'm trying to control myself from beating the shit out of that lucas, huh?!" you continued to inquire about your step brother who's still recovering from shock from your actions.

"look— puppy—" he tried explaining but you were quick to cut him off with a slap.

"stop calling me that, you filth. am i not enough for you? does he kiss you better than me? is his dick bigger than mine?! if not, why?!" tears stream down your cheeks, eyes flaring up with anger and jealousy from the betrayal that jungwoo did.

"i'll show you that i'm not just your "dear pet", hyung. let's see who's name you'll be screaming by the dawn," you threatened, and with that, you started kissing your step brother hungrily.

jungwoo kissed back immediately as he tried to gain the dominance, but to no avail, your desperation for him has seemed to give you all the strength to put his naughty tongue to submit.

you pulled out from the kiss and instantly attacked his neck to litter it with marks and kisses.

"a-ah— right there, [y/n]! fuck~!" jungwoo moaned from you, sucking a sweet spot on his neck.

"moan for me, you bitch. our walls are pretty thick, let me hear you scream my name in pleasure," you degraded him. to say that jungwoo was surprised with how you've become is a complete understatement, he has never seen you this aggressive and dominant considering that you're always under his control, this got him thinking that he was successful in molding you to be his, and he is liking every single moment of it.

after putting your marks all over his jawline and neck, you forcefully ripped off his shirt and began leaving a trail of hickeys everywhere your lips landed on. jungwoo, in the meantime, was already moaning for you.

"fuck~ you really are enjoying this, hyung~ does he ever make you feel like this?" you taunted, mocking his own words back then.

jungwoo released an incoherent response, impatient for you to already touch him. his submissive state did numbers to your head and immediately yanked his sweatpants away.

you began placing butterfly kisses on his inner thighs, down to his ass cheeks, giving a ticklish sensation to jungwoo.

"ah~ ah~ j-just touch me, [y/n], please!" he begged pathetically.

"tsk. such an impatient hyung. but since you asked so nicely~ i'll give it to you," you purred against his hole, your breath sending a shiver down his spine.

and with that, you proceeded to eat him up, ravaging his insides with your tongue as he loudly squealed like a bitch from the feeling. your tongue went in and out of him as you swirled it around his, desperately clenching, fuckhole. the wetness and warmness of jungwoo has made your cock hard in excitement, completely aroused and desirous of already entering him.

jungwoo came not long after. the great feeling of your tongue has sent his cum spurting out of his cock everywhere.

you licked the liquid from his cock and abdomen, and started giving him a head, purposely overstimulating him as a part of the punishment.

"ah— I just came—" jungwoo protested but you were too busy to care for his pleas. he must know not to make you mad anyway.

"i don't care, woo. be a good bitch for me, and shut your nasty mouth will you?" you said in annoyance, surprising your step brother with how you addressed him informally. sassily rolling your eyes, you got back to sucking his sensitive cock.

jungwoo was certainly rolling his eyes back in overstimulation now but he can't do anything in his power, this is the first time that he had ever felt small around you, and for the second time tonight, he came, wailing like the slut he is.

you swallowed his release and instantly stood up. you took your clothing off as you manhandled jungwoo to stand up and kneel in front of you. you looked at his messy state — unruly hair, littered neck and bruised lips — and started chuckling manically, very proud of marking what's truly yours.

you sat on the bed in front of him, and sternly ordered him menacingly, "suck your favorite cock, hyungie~ c'mon be the dirty cocksucker you are,".

jungwoo was again sent shivering by your words. never in his life he was expecting to feel so small under someone's authority, but feeling so powerless, he was left with no choice but to obediently occupy his mouth with your big cock.

you felt warm saliva coating down your hard erection as jungwoo perfectly put his lips around it and bobbed his head up and down. he licked your shaft from base to the tip and played with the slit of your cock before taking it again down to the back of his neck. jungwoo then tightens his throat around your cock, causing you to send your head backwards while you release a long grunt from pleasure.

satisfied with what he was doing, jungwoo quickens his pace up around your cock and begins moaning around it. the little vibrations sent by him and his tongue swirling around your shaft have sent you flying skywards.

although being mandated under someone's authority, jungwoo really knows how to play with your cock using his mouth and tongue. he knows his way around to arouse you even more just from foreplay and oral sessions.

the amount of precum leaking from the tip of your manhood didn't go unnoticed, so jungwoo decided to incessantly suck your cock while twisting his hands around the thick shaft of your member. after a series of breathy moans filling the atmosphere of the room, you painted his mouth with your cum.

"you look so hot like this, hyung. don't be shy, swallow it~" you teased, to which he complied immediately by doing so.

"you'll only swallow my cum, you got that?" you said, lifting his chin up to look him straight in the eyes.

"y-yes. your cum and your cum only." he replied and nodded in agreement.

"good boy~ fuck i can't wait to breed your naughty hole, hyungie!" you exclaimed in excitement, looking so bright while your eyes are still filled with possessiveness and lust over your brother. you tapped your thigh eagerly as you invited jungwoo to ride you, “come here, hyung! ride your dearest step brother!”

jungwoo obediently went on your thighs and aligned your dick to his hole. he slid down your cock as he bitched out a lusty moan.

"shit, so tight!" you said, trying to adjust your throbbing cock to his figure-hugging hole. "you like this, hyung? my dick in your pussy? can that lucas stretch your cunt like this with his cock?" you added.

jungwoo groaned at your feminization, his mouth starting to open agape as he tried to reply through his breathy grunts. his eyes trying to hold the tears from falling caused by the slow and painful stretch.

"n-no, prince! only you can stretch me like this~" jungwoo grunted as he fully took your cock in him, your tip instantly hitting up his prostate. noticing his struggle, you pulled him into a kiss to distract him from the pain. you explored his mouth with your tongue as he lets himself adjust to your size.

soon enough, jungwoo made a small bounce, signalling his successful adjustment. he then began bouncing on you while moaning shamelessly.

"fuck yes— yes—! fuck my tight pussy, my prince! fuck me dumb!" he yelled on top of his lungs, "my pussy is made for you and your cock only, not lucas, not anyone— only you~" he added while drowning himself in the compelling feeling of his nerves being hit on repeatedly.

jungwoo never experienced the feeling of being this submissive over someone, but he sure as hell isn't regretting submitting to you. the experience of you degrading him endlessly, roughly manhandling him has sent his eyes rolling back. jungwoo clenched his hole while he wails in pleasure.

"ah~ you'll only tighten your cunt around me, princess, got it~" you said, continuing on feminizing your stepbrother.

he continued to fuck himself on you as you're both chasing your own highs. "i'm near~" jungwoo mewled.

"then come for me, my whore," you ordered him while you're also busy trying to get to your own climax, and on point, jungwoo released for the third time that night.

looking at his glorious state, you taunted jungwoo, "l-look at you~ already spurting for me like a fountain. you think you can handle my cock more, hyung?"

"yes, i-i c-can. just for you, pup~" jungwoo replied, to which you responded softly while running your hands through his messy hair locks, "good boy. i'm close, hyung. you ready to get filled up?"

jungwoo nodded in response. he picked up his pace, eager to get filled up already, and after a few more bounces, you greatly came inside him.

"i'm not done with you yet. be ready to be my fucktoy tonight, 'cos I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk for a month," you said as you pulled out, cum hastily running on jungwoo's thighs.

—

a few moments passed and the 2 of you have gone for a lot of rounds now. you've both gone into a lot of different positions, and right now, you are holding jungwoo on his neck while he tries to be a good pillow princess for you.

"you will only have me, and only me, hyung~ i don't care if i sound crazy, you belong to me and i belong to you~" you maniacally stated.

"so," SLAP

"don't," SLAP

"fuck," SLAP

"with," SLAP

"anyone," SLAP

"except me," SLAP

a series of rough slaps echoed throughout the bedroom as you continued to teach him a lesson, your dick bulging in his tummy each and every time you thrust into him.

jungwoo began moaning up your name incoherently as he was far too lost in his deep subspace. his words consisted of half uttered curses, trying to praise you for how good you were doing, but he's failing to do so, the feeling of his prostate getting abused from time to time being the reason why.

your step brother unconsciously came for the nth time tonight, causing you to cackle with his dumb state.

"who do you belong to, again?", you asked, poking the bulge in his stomach.

"y-YOU!" he wailed, tears streaming down his silky cheeks.

"better remember that, dear brother~" you hummed. "fuck~ you look so pretty like this, princess~ legs are spread just for me~" you continued.

"i'm gonna come~" you mewled seductively, which earned a loud response from the man under you, "y-yes, please my king! fill your hyung up!"

"yeah? you like your pussy filled with my seeds? of course you'd like that," you said, and after one last push, you came inside jungwoo again.

tired, you plop down on top of him. you tried to catch your breath and once you did, you pulled out from him without any words. you were about to walk away to go to your bedroom's bathroom when jungwoo grabbed your hands tightly, pulling you into an embrace, even though you tried to resist him, you can't do anything as you let your tears flow down due to jealousy and anger.

"sshhh, shh~ don't cry, my prince. lucas and i aren't really dating. i'm just helping him get his ex leave him alone," he tried to calm down your sobs.

"no one can satisfy me like you do, baby boy. now let's fix ourselves before mom and dad catch us, yeah?" he added.

you nodded softly as you both went your way towards your bathroom.

the night got filled with apologies and praises from both sides. promising yourselves again not to hurt each other.

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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Part Eighteen. The Package.

warnings: swearing word count: 4.3k (not including pictures)

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a/n: me: *it’ll be a much shorter update* also me: *makes it 4.3k words* okay 🧍‍♀️ basically um.... strap in :D

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As expected, Y/n’s appearance on Quackity’s stream had caused a panic on Twitter, half of their fans screaming about how cute Bugity was, the other half defending Dreamsy with their lives. It was all very amusing to Y/n, knowing nothing could ever happen between her and Quackity and that neither of them actually had feelings for each other. 

It seemed certain people thought otherwise. 

Dream, the confident and bold man that he usually was, had once again gone quiet towards her. Though it had only been a couple of days, they hardly talked after the stream and had little contact since then, which was very unusual for the two, who normally FaceTimed at least once a day since he showed her his face. 

The weirdest part was he hadn’t Tweeted any jokes about Quackity being too short for her or how Dream was her self-proclaimed Minecraft husband. Maybe he was just busy or tired, but she had a suspicion that it was because she and Quackity had succeeded in making Dream jealous, and she didn’t like it. 

Unlike last time, Y/n knew to confront him about it and work it out before whatever was going on became a bigger issue. She couldn’t deal with him being weird around her again and she had a feeling that he couldn’t either. Even if he was just busy, she wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.

After sending a text to Dream to see if he was busy, Y/n was startled by her front door opening.

“Y/n!” Karl shouted as he ran in, hands full of as many white, plastic bags as possible without dropping or tearing any, though there were a few bags on his right arm that looked like they were about to give. “My beloved!” 

“Karl!” she said back in a slight panic, not expecting him to burst into her house so abruptly. Naomi followed behind him with a few bags in her hands, kicking off her shoes by the entrance and dumping her keys next to them. The two friends set their new purchases on the kitchen counters and Y/n made her way to them to sit at the counter. “Enjoy your trip?”

“Oh for sure,” Naomi nodded sarcastically, unbagging a few items. “Grocery shopping with this one is always sooo fun.” 

Y/n laughed as Karl perked up like he remembered something and dug through a few of the bags Naomi was sorting through. “LOOK WHAT WE BOUGHT!” 

“Uh… cereal?” she guessed, eyeing the brown box her best friend held up proudly.

“Dude, it’s Cocoa Krispies!” he clarified. “I forgot these exist! I’m so excited, it’ll be like eating childhood.” 

Naomi rolled her eyes fondly at his antics before turning to Y/n. “Any word from Dream?” 

She shook her head. “But I only just texted him.” 

“What about Dream?” Karl asked softly, worry in his eyes as he looked between the two girls. “Did something happen? Besides, you know, you showing him your face.” 

Y/n groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of this. I’m sorry you found out from a stream and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first. It just happened so fast.” 

“As long as I’m the first person you tell when you inevitably start dating.”

“Oh, like you tell me anything, Mr. I’m-Obviously-Texting-Someone-Cute-Because-I-Never-Stop-Giggling-At-My-Phone-But-Haven’t-Mentioned-Anything-To-My-Best-Friend,” Y/n accused, lifting her hands to put air quotes around the last two words. Karl turned bright red and Y/n raised her eyebrows as his phone buzzed on the counter, his eyes darting to it before looking at Y/n with a bashful smile, face still glowing. “Yeah, I thought so.”

Karl sputtered out some attempt of an excuse as he grabbed the ends of his green hoodie in his hands before giving up and huffing. “Okay, and? I only keep things from you because you keep things from me!” he said with a laugh.

“Lie,” Naomi cut in. “We know you've been texting someone for a while. We just respect your privacy about relationships, but we’ve definitely noticed.” 

“I'm private about relationships?” Karl laughed. “Says you!” 

“I'll tell you anything you want to know as long as you don't share it with fans,” Naomi challenged, crossing her arms and looking at Karl pointedly, as if asking him to test her.

Karl dropped his hands and paused before genuinely asking, “Are you guys dating dating?”

“We’re waiting until we meet to see how it goes,” she answered. “Your turn! Is it the camera girl at work that you mentioned a few months ago?” 

“Anyways!!” Karl dragged out the word loudly, pretending to not hear Naomi's question or either of the girl’s laughter. “What about Dream?” he tried redirecting the conversation and luckily for him, Y/n didn’t mind. 

“Well, I kinda....” she took a deep breath as she started helping Naomi put groceries away. “I really want to... I think, well, I know—”

“She decided to tell him she likes him,” Naomi answered for her, receiving a glare from the taller girl. “What? You were taking too long.” 

Karl’s mouth opened. “Wait, really!? When? Today??” He fired off questions and Naomi chuckled. 

Y/n took a shaky, but excited breath. “I don’t know when. But I’m going to tell him,” she said with determination clear in her voice. 

“What made you decide to?” Karl asked with a wide grin, reaching over to Naomi to help her place a box on a higher shelf than she could reach. “Why all of a sudden?” 

Y/n shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tightly with excitement. “Well, I started to think he likes me too and I really want to know if something could happen or if I should try to just move on. I’ll never know unless I ask, right?” she said, and Karl and Naomi both smiled at her. “I'm sick of not knowing for sure.” 

“I’m so excited for you!” Karl giggled. “I’m—Y/n, this is gonna be good. I know it.”

She smiled widely, scrunching her nose lightly. “I think so too.���

“So do George and I,” Naomi commented as she took a handful of Cocoa Krispies from the box, earning a look of betrayal from Karl, who snatched the box from her to have a snack too. 

“Does everyone talk about him and I?”

Karl nodded slowly while Naomi took a more blunt approach. “Yup.”

“What are the odds that he’s the only one who doesn’t think we like each other?” 

Karl giggled. “1 in 7.5 trilli— OW! You just hit me!” 

“Overused joke,” Naomi explained, retracting her hand from the back of his head with a sweet smile. 

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket as it vibrated and gasped lightly before looking up at her friends. “Okay Karl, I need to know details about this secret person you’re keeping from us, especially if it's camera girl because she sounded adorable.” 

“No,” he protested pointedly. “Not until something actually happens.” 

“Is.. is that a confirmation that it's camera girl?” Naomi snapped her head to look at him.  

Karl paused, turning pink. “N-no?” 

“Karl!” Y/n pouted and he winked dramatically at her. 

“Go talk to your boy. I know it was him that just texted you.” 

“Make him your boyfriend,” Naomi demanded jokingly, though the glint in her eyes told Y/n that she meant it. 

“Not happening right now,” Y/n assured, getting up from her seat. “But I am going to go talk to him. So love you both, bye.”

“Hi,” Y/n greeted happily as she propped her phone up on her desk and tucked her knees to her chest.

“Hello,” Dream said with a weak smile, less enthusiastic than he seemed over text, though he was trying his best to make that not noticeable. He pulled his hood over his hair but kept his face in view and Y/n could clearly see him being vaguely distant, not looking directly at his phone.

Focus on the mission: make sure he's doing okay and if not, find out why, she reminded herself as her thoughts started to focus on how adorable he looked all tired and pouty. Don't tell him you like him if he's mad at you for something.

“Are you doing okay?” He nodded distractedly at her question and she frowned softly. “What’s wrong, Clay?”

The man stuck with his story, adding a slight smile and a breathy laugh in an attempt to make his obvious lie more believable. “Nothing. I’m fine, Bug.”

Y/n took a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it suddenly. “At the risk of sounding… narcissistic,” she paused, “are you by chance upset at all by the... stream from the other day?”

Hesitation was written all over Dream’s face as he chewed on his lower lip and hummed.

“Or something completely different? I just wanna make sure I didn't do anything to upset you..”

“I'm not upset at you,” he clarified quickly before hesitantly adding, “but... maybe it has a little bit to do with that.”

Y/n nodded, hoping she was understanding correctly and wasn’t about to make a fool of herself. “In a... jealous way?”

Dream huffed, clearly frustrated. “Yeah, I get it, the whole point was that Alex wanted to make me jealous because he knows how much I care about you and… and whatever. Well, it worked,” he admitted the last part softly like he was embarrassed.

“Dream,” Y/n sighed, “I’ve said it before, you have nothing to be jealous of.”

“I’m aware that I’m not allowed to be jealous, Y/n,” he said harshly, though she knew the slight anger wasn’t directed at her specifically, despite the use of her real name, which he hardly ever used.

She frowned. “That’s not—no, that’s not what I’m saying. I mean that there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

Dream looked at the camera skeptically. “I mean… there kinda is, to be fair. Two of my best friend’s reading—”

“Dream,” Y/n deadpanned, looking softly but sternly at him through the pixels that made their distance seem closer. “I’m serious.”

The blond boy shrugged slowly, seeming to realize how dumb it was to think there was a possibility of him losing Y/n’s attention in any way. “I know it’s stupid to be jealous anyway. You can, you know, have whatever friends you want. I just…” he trailed off like he wanted to say something important but shook his head.

Y/n took a deep breath, so tempted to just blurt out the words at the back of her throat. Just tell him you like him, she scolded herself, do it. It’s the perfect chance. She didn’t know if she was being dumb and was just reading into things or if she was right, but she felt like he liked her. Even before he saw her.

“Sorry I made you mad,” she whispered and he frowned.

“You didn't—Bug, I'm not mad at you. Or Quackity. I’m mad at myself if anything but… not mad.”

“So… you don't hate me?”

He rolled his head back and smiled, scoffing lightly. “I could never be mad at you. Like, actually.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth, feeling the words bubble at the back of her throat again. But before she could open her mouth to let them fly, the boy on the other side of the phone spoke up.

“Hey, did you get my package yet?” Dream asked suddenly. Y/n couldn’t tell if he was changing the subject on purpose or if he just remembered and didn’t want to forget, but it made her want to hit her head on her desk. She needed to figure out a way to subtly bring the conversation back around eventually so she could make herself tell him she liked him.

Y/n let out her breath shakily and her shoulders dropped. “Oh, uh, I don’t think so. The mail hasn’t come today though.”

Dream groaned. “I wish it would show up already,” he pouted. “It’s supposed to get there sometime in the next couple days. I don’t know exactly when because UPS is being vague.”

Y/n laughed. “What did you send?”

“The hoodie!”

“Oh yeah!” she gasped, forgetting about her self-appointed task from moments ago. “I’m very excited. Thank you again, by the way. It’s very sweet of you to send me your merch for free.”

“Of course,” he said with a soft smile. “Anything for you.”

“I’ll just have to pay you back by giving you the very first Bugsy merch.”

“Ohh!!” he gasped excitedly. “Are you working on some?”

She shrugged vaguely to tease him. “I may or may not have a few ideas.”

“Please, can I know? I really wanna know.”

“Why are you so excited?” she asked with a laugh. “You can find out when I announce stuff.”

He pouted. “I don’t get any sort of privilege?”

“Pretty privilege will only get you so far in life, bud,” she teased and he shook his head. She wondered if she would have butterflies in her stomach still if she called him pretty under different circumstances, like if they were dating. Would he react in a different way or still just give her that smile.

“I just can’t wait,” he interrupted her train of thought. “I love having every crumb of BugsyGames content I can get.”

“You already get more than anyone except Karl and Naomi. So greedy.”

He hummed and smiled at her fondly.

“Hey, you said you wanted to talk about something?”

“Huh? Oh… that… uh, well.” He stopped abruptly and his brows furrowed in deep thought, like he was deciding how to say something important again.

She decided to give him a way out by offering, “Was it just about wondering if I got the hoodie yet?”

Dream’s face lit up and she didn’t mistake the grateful look for anything else. “Yeah, that. Just let me know when you do get it. Or I’ll text you if they ever let me know where it is.”

A few days later, Y/n got a notification on Twitter from Dream’s alt account. She rolled her eyes fondly at his theatrics, knowing he didn’t text her like he made Twitter think. 

Y/n lifted the large, brown box from her doorstep and shook her head as she brought it into her apartment. She dropped it on her bed with a huff, hoping that Dream didn’t send her more than one of his merch hoodies. She read the label on the front and immediately knew he did; the white sticker had her nickname written in a small, neat but childlike script instead of a label printed off from a factory. He made her believe he had ordered one from his website and had it delivered to her house, but this clearly showed it had been at his house, giving her the impression there was more than one. She breathed out and grabbed her phone, hoping Dream would pick up her FaceTime call.

After only two rings, Dream answered. “Helloooo,” he greeted slowly but happily. He was slouched sideways on his couch so his cheek pressed against the back and he smiled sleepily.

“Clay.”

“Clay?” he laughed. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What did you send me?”

“Hoodies? Did you get them?”

“Plural?” Y/n emphasized and he smiled.

“Plural,” he confirmed, making Y/n groan.

“I feel so bad! I didn’t even want one free—”

“Come onnn, it’s fine. Bug, I’ve gifted you, like, 700 subs in one stream before but you don’t want more than one of my hoodies?”

She paused. Did he mean ‘his’ hoodies as in his hoodies? Or as in his brand?

“Just open it!” Dream prompted as he sat up a little. “I’m excited!”

“Which ones did you send me?” Y/n asked as she grabbed scissors from her desk and started opening the box, propping her phone up on her pillows so he could see. “Also, nice handwriting.”

Dream laughed. “Yeah? Sapnap says it looks like shit.”

“I doubt his is any better. I like the little… thing you drew? What is that?” she asked as she paused and leaned closer to the package to get a better look at the artwork.

“It’s a bug!” Dream laughed. “It’s not that bad. Okay, it is pretty bad but you could have figured out what it was from context clues.”

“It's just a scribble.”

“Okay, Miss Artist,” he mocked. “Just open the package!”

Y/n finished opening the box and was hit with an unfamiliar scent. It was nice, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter. She grabbed the material on top, a classic lime green hoodie with Dream’s smile printed on the front, and held it up with a wide smile.

“IT’S SO CUTE!!” she complimented, stepping back from the camera and holding it up to her body. “And also the perfect size! Thank you so much, Dream, seriously.”

“Put it on!” he said with a giggle and she complied, wanting to feel how soft it was while wearing it. She pulled the hoodie on, noting how the scent from the box lingered on the green fabric, but wasn’t strong enough to be the source.

She stepped back and lifted her arms, showing how it fit just how she liked her hoodies to. “It’s perfect!” she assured.

“It looks good on you,” he complimented. “There’s still another one.”

“I know, because you just can’t help but to break rules and go against our agreement,” she joked as she took off the new hoodie and poked her head in the box to see what else he had sent her.

Her eyes locked onto a maroon-colored hoodie with an unfamiliar logo on the front, definitely not more merch like she expected.

“It’s mine,” Dream explained softly from her phone. She looked at him to see him doing his best to hide behind his hand without making his embarrassment obvious.

“No, it’s not,” she challenged in disbelief. No way he sent her his actual hoodie.

Dream nodded and she grabbed it from the box, noticing how much larger it was than the last one. She held it up to her body again and almost fainted at the size difference.

“It’s from, like, forever ago when my family went to the Florida Keys on vacation,” he explained. “Thought you might want a reminder that warm places exist while it gets colder there.”

Y/n smiled widely, not even trying to hide her happiness, which made Dream crack and flash his own grin. “Wanna try it on?”

She didn’t need to be asked twice, slipping it over her head like the last one. It smelled amazing. This was definitely the source of the cologne and she just knew it was his. If this is what he smelled like, she was going to have a hard time not cuddling with him 24/7 when they went on vacation.

“Y/n, you look so cu—”

“It smells so good,” she voiced abruptly and distractedly, making Dream cut himself off and turn a pink that even his phone camera could pick up on.

“Glad you think so.”

She lifted the material over her nose and was even more overwhelmed by the scent that surrounded her. If her stomach butterflies were fluttering before, they were raging lunatics at this point.

“You look so cute, Bug,” Dream complimented fondly and she smiled at him, flipping the hood up to cover her face. “I was right, you do look much better in my clothes than in Karl’s.”

She hummed happily and fiddled with the hoodie strings as she walked back to her phone and took a breath.

She needed to just say it. It was obvious now; there was no way he didn’t like her, sending her his hoodie practically drenched in his cologne and saying she looked cute in his clothes while he blushed. She had nothing to lose in telling him she liked him.

“Thank you, Dream. It really means a lot to me,” she said genuinely and he smiled at her.

“One more thing,” he said and she could detect nervousness in his voice, worrying her only slightly.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t know how to say this because I’ve never done this like… this… but you know there’s a first for everything I guess, and, uh—”

“Dream,” Y/n got his attention with a small laugh. “Just say whatever you need to say.”

“I lied about what I wanted to talk to you about the other day,” he admitted, tightening his hoodie strings before loosening them and huffing loudly. “I mean, I did want to see if the package was there, but I also wanted to… I have a better explanation for kinda ignoring you after Quackity’s stream and stuff um…” he paused and took a deep breath. “I know I can get kinda, I don't know, possessive about people,” he stated, his voice raising at the end like it was a question. “And it's something I'm definitely working on because it’s not a really good trait to have, but I do it especially when I like someone a lot so I’m sorry for being jealous of Quackity and Karl and even Naomi but, uh, I really like you a lot so if I’ve ever come across as overly jealous, that's why. But, again, I'm working on that.”

Y/n didn't know how to contain her smile even if she wanted to. Her heart raced as she looked at Dream’s embarrassed and red face.

“This is also not how I wanted to do this but, I’m pretty sure if I went another day without telling you that I like you, especially after seeing you in my hoodie, I was going to actually explode.”

“You asshole,” she mumbled, a huge grin contradicting her words.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry for rambling. I understand if you wanna send me the hoodie back or even just burn it if you want. Go ahead and burn it. I didn't mean it to come across as creepy if it did. I can see how it would be because I told you I like you after telling you to wear it and… oh god. And I'll stop texting you so much and not go on streams you'll be on and—”

“No, no! Dream, I don't want any of that!” She laughed. “I called you an asshole because you beat me to it.”

“Beat you to what?” he asked, the shakiness in his voice telling her how anxious he was.

Put him out of his misery, Y/n. “I was going to tell you I like you,” she explained before softly adding, “You beat me to it.”

Dream looked at her like she hung the moon just for him. “You do?”

“Yes, dummy. I really do.” Her face was on fire and she lifted the collar of her (his) hoodie over her nose like she always did when she was flustered. This time, the action only worsened her state since she was reintroduced to the scent of Dream’s cologne.

Y/n’s screen showed Dream’s ceiling as he set his phone down abruptly and put his head in his hands, which she could kinda see by his mess of blond waves shoved into the camera lens as he leaned over his desk.

“Dream!” She laughed. “Come back!”

He grabbed his phone and held it close to his face, absolutely beaming. “You have no idea how happy— Bug, I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Dream,” she repeated and his smile only grew.

“Holy shit. You have a crush on me!”

“Shut up,” she joked. “What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I'm going to take you on a fucking date when you get here, that's what I'll do about it. Sound good?”

She bit her lips and nodded. “I can check my schedule.”

“Oh, come on,” he whined lightly. “Really?”

“Yes, I’ll go on a freaking date with you, Clay. What kind of question is that?”

“Consent is key!!” he declared. “I'm not gonna force you to go out with me—”

“You'd have to force me not to,” she laughed. “But just to be very clear, do you see now that I meant it when I said you had nothing to be jealous of?”

He frowned seriously. “I'm really sorry. I know it's unattractive and unhealthy and I'm working on it, I really am.”

“Honestly, you've done pretty good, I think. I mean, I didn't even know you were jealous of Naomi until you told me. And you didn't blow up at Quackity… at least not during stream or in front of me, which shows you have some self control.”

Dream laughed through his nose. “I actually didn't yell at him for that at all. Just… pouted to George and Karl.”

“W-wait to KARL? Karl knows you like me? AND George? That means both of us told them how we felt and neither of them let us know!”

“They hate us,” Dream joked.

“Just for that, I'm not telling either of them about the date. Purely out of spite.”

“I made them swear they wouldn't tell you anything though. So I understand why they didn't say anything.”

Y/n hummed. “I guess I did the same… okay fine they're super loyal, perfect friends. Still annoying.”

Dream smiled at her attitude and her frown melted away.

“By the way, I never said you being jealous wasn't hot.”

Dream’s eyebrows shot up. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Unreasonable jealousy isn't but you sending me a hoodie just because you don't want to see me wear Karl’s is kinda…” she suddenly got shy at her words but still raised an eyebrow at him. “It's definitely attractive.”

Dream shook his head fondly. “You're going to kill me.”

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