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Eldest daughter syndrome (is that a term?) sure is a thing...
#vent#I don't want to give too many details abiut my personal life#but I have been given such a great responsability this past few months; and it's very tiring#and now I'm stupid enough to take the biggest number of classes I've ever taken at uni#I really thought I would be able to balance all that#and I'm sure I'll end up managing; but I can tell this is going to make me so so so tired for the next months#I'm already so tired; and its only been a week of school#I'm realmy priveleged in a lot of aspects compared to other people I know; so at least I can thank that#but yeah; if I survive this next month and then the whole semester; I'm going to celebrate and buy something. maybe a cake#also I'm afraid that how tired I feel is going to make me meaner and end up being a bitch to people#I need to be careful about that; people dont deserve to be treated meanly just because I'm tired#I'll manage
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#negativity cw#mother mention cw#randomly remembering a few weeks before I started my first year of college and went off to the dorms#my mom wanted me to get a haircut#my hair was a little past my shoulders I think? And she wanted me to get it cut chin length#and I didnât want to#and I donât really remember the details but we ended up getting into a really bad fight#and my mom threatened me that if I didnât get this haircut she would not help me with college advice#I.e. would not give any emotional support or suggestions#and strongly implied there might bkto be financial help either (they were paying)#so I went and sat in the car#I was actually crying because of how upset I was#And she actually told me to take a few minutes before I started driving to calm down#And I drove their and got it#And I hated myself for it so much. That I just gave in#A while later she kinda half-assedly apologized but not really#and I do t even remember why she wanted me to get it so badly#I think she thought that short hair would be easier to manage in the dorms? Or maybe I was getting split ends? Idk#Anyway six weeks into the semester I dropped out and came back home (long story)#and then i made their lives hell for the next 5.5 years while living at home and having my college adventures#Until I graduated and moved out#So I guess in the long run I won that one lol?
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Uni lecture is making me think about my future for a minute and auuuggghhhh the agonies
#personal#taking a brief break from it bc the feeling hasnt quite overwhelmed me yet but i dont think I'm going to be okay by the end of it!#its asking me to consider what my strengths are. what kind of role I'd like to have in the industry when i graduate#these are questions that i SHOULD certainly have answers to but they kind of just make me not wanna be alive yk? bc i have no answers#I'm not really good at much. like the things I'm best at I'm still completely unexceptional#what are my strengths? don't have any. next question#what job do i want to have in the industry? well that requires an answer to the first question doesn't it#not to mention it requires me to think about graduating and having a job and I've simply never imagined myself getting that far#and i can only give this so much of my attention span bc I'm also thinking about how hard i failed my modules from last semester#my best grade this year has been a c#one of them is a marginal fail meaning i do the reassessment this year (i think)#the other is a hard f. what does that mean? do i resit the entire course next year? maybe#and i can't look it up just yet bc i need to make it through the lecture bc I'm really far behind this other module already#and it's only week 3 and i have a presentation tomorrow#and if i stop watching it im not convinced I'll bring myself to start watching again!#so instead i was just sitting here trying not to get overwhelmed by all of the things i should be thinking about!!!#that's why I'm making the post tbh. just to organise my thoughts and get it out of my system and give myself time to breathe#and my phone keeps buzzing while i type and if it does that one more time i will launch us both out of the window I'm so fucking done#semester has barely begun and im so fucking overwhelmed already#I've joked about being the token nt mutual before but honestly the past few years I've just been getting gradually more convinced I'm not#this can't be how everyone else is experiencing life. surely#like dude I'm so out of fucking touch w the concept of being a human#so in summary: augh the agonies
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Past Wounds, Present Hearts P.SH
ăPairingă : exbully!sunghoon x fem!reader
ăWord Countă : 10.5k
ăGenreă : smut, angst, somewhat fluff, college au
ăSummaryă : you have felt resentment for sunghoon ever since the hell he put you through in middle school. now you find out he goes to your university.... and he's kinda hot?
ăWarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! mentions of bullying, lower quality of life due to bullying, self doubt, mentions of drinking alcohol, implied intoxication in some scenes, college parties, sunghoon calls reader petnames, kissing, sharing a bed, nipple play, fingering, titty sucking, handjob, sunghoon turns out to be a sweetheart, cum eating, falling asleep together, and more
ăAuthors Noteă : i originally intended for the story to have a different ending but i changed my mind half way though and it would have been too fast paced for the word count given, i will definitely make a part two if enough people ask! not proofread
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I hate him. The smug look on his face when I walk pass him in the main campus hall. All of the girls clawing on to his shoulder, begging for his attention without knowing what fucking loser he is. The way all of the professors are so impressed with him for doing practically nothing in class. Getting a full ride scholarship for basketball to this school. I have grown sick of it.
Park Sunghoon. The name still twists my stomach after all these years. Middle school was when my hatred started for Him. He was my middle school bully. Always teasing me in front of the whole class, or making comments behind my back. What hurts the most is that he doesnât seem to care that he used to act this way, or maybe he thinks I have forgotten. The truth is, I will never forget. It sits at the back of my mind all of the time. The people who know me from middle school still view me as this âdisgustingâ girl who was unlikeable, because of the things that Sunghoon would do to me.
It took years for me to build myself back up, so when I saw that he was planning on going to the same university as me last fall, I was more than worried. But this wasnât middle school anymore. I canât let him get away with treating me like an outcast who doesnât deserve friends.First semester of university is always scary, I was always afraid to come out my shell and meet new people. I wanted to stay on top of acedemics. My best friend Yuqi was the complete opposite. Any opportunity she got to go out and party, she would be there. And, she would surprisingly maintain decent grades as well. Now that I think about it, I have never been a party goer, not even in highschool. Then again, there werenât too many parties that either sounded interesting, or that I was invited to.
âKappa Alpha is having a party this Friday, you in?â Yuqi suggested. She always gets the same response. âNo, you already know I canât, we have finals next weekâ I shrugged. âBut Kappaaaaaa!â Yuqi whined, her voice getting higher every passing second. We were walking down the hallway towards our classes. A few students looked over, but quickly decided that they didnât want to look any further. âI hear that Kappa Alpha has the best Christmas parties every year. You have to comeâ Yuqi insisted, grabbing onto my arm. I rolled my eyes. âYuqi⊠You donât actually think Iâm going to attend one of their parties?â Yuqi gave me a confused stare, trying to read through my expression. âWhy not?â âSunghoon is in that frat, Iâm pretty sure he lives in the frat house as well. You would catch me dead before seeing me step foot into that trashy hell holeâ I explained, crossing my arm defensively. She knows how he treated me in middle school, she was there to witness it.
âWhat? He canât be, out of all the parties I have gone to there, I have not seen him a singular timeâ Yuqi said with her eyebrows furrowed, putting emphasis into each word.. I tried to tell her that yes, he is the type of guy to hide out in the frat house and not attend, but she had no idea. After some debate, she eventually gave up asking me.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me. Yuqi's words echoed in my mind, mixing with memories I'd rather forget. The Christmas lights strung across my dorm room cast a soft glow, but they did little to brighten my mood.
I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow close. Why did Sunghoon have to be here, at my university, in my space? It wasn't fair. I'd worked so hard to leave that part of my life behind, to become someone new. Someone stronger.
But was I really stronger if I was still letting him dictate my choices? I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Yuqi's contact. She was probably out somewhere, living it up like she always did. I envied her sometimes, her ability to just⊠exist without all this baggage.
"Maybe I should go," I whispered to the empty room. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Me? At a Kappa Alpha party? It was absurd.
I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Yuqi would be ecstatic if I went. And isn't that what college is supposed to be about? New experiences, stepping out of your comfort zone?
But then I imagined walking into that frat house, the pulsing music, the crowded rooms. And somewhere in there, Sunghoon. Everybody loving him not knowing the kind of cruel person he is on the inside. My stomach clenched at the thought.
"This is stupid," I muttered, flopping back onto my bed. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. I did need to prove something - to myself. That I could face my past, that I could exist in the same space as Sunghoon without falling apart.
I picked up my phone again, this time opening my messages to Yuqi. "Hey," I typed, then paused. Was I really doing this? My finger hovered over the send button as doubt crept in. But then I thought of Yuqi's excited face, of the possibility of actually enjoying myself for once.
Before I could change my mind, I quickly typed out the rest of the message and hit send. "Hey. About that Kappa Alpha party⊠I think I might go after all." I set my phone down, my heart racing. What had I just agreed to?ââââââââââââââââYuqi didnât see my message until the morning, but I can only imagine her physical reaction after reading her written one. âReally???? I never thought this day would come. I promise you will love it!!!â my screen read. Her overuse of punctuation was telling enough about she felt. It was Friday morning, meaning that the party was going to be later in tonight. If I plan my time correctly, we can leave my dorm around 8pm, and I would have had all of the studying done that at I needed to do for the night.
I couldnât help feeling nervous at the thought of attending a party with Sunghoon, but I decided that this may be the perfect chance to get to know him better. Okay, not âget to know him betterâ but maybe this could finally give him a chance to clear the air between us, to apologize properly for everything that he did to me. But the chances of him apologizing are slim to none. When I see him in campus he seems to be the snobby type, unable to admit that they are wrong. Trust me, I have heard the stories going around campus.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog, my mind drifting between lectures and study sessions. The impending party loomed over me, a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.
By the time I returned to my dorm, the sun was already setting. I sat at my desk, attempting to review my notes, but the words blurred together. My phone buzzed - another excited text from Yuqi about outfit choices. I sighed, closing my textbook. There was no point in pretending to study anymore.
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At 7:00, a knock at my door announced Yuqi's arrival. She entered with her usual whirlwind energy, arms full of clothes and makeup. "Okay," she said, dumping everything onto my bed. "Let's make you look amazing."
I eyed the pile warily. "Yuqi, I'm not trying to impress anyone. Especially not Sunghoon." She paused, giving me a soft look. "This isn't about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. Now, let's start with this sweater."
For the next half hour, we sifted through outfits. Yuqi was patient, letting me veto anything too revealing or flashy. We finally settled on a soft, cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans - comfortable, but still party-appropriate.
As I changed, Yuqi chatted about her day, her excitement for the party. Her casual banter helped ease my nerves, reminding me why I'd agreed to this in the first place. This was about spending time with my best friend, not about Sunghoon.
We left my dorm at 8:15, the cool night air a welcome relief for my flushed cheeks. The walk to the frat house was short, but with each step, the butterflies in my stomach intensified. Music pulsed in the distance, growing louder as we approached.
Outside the house, we paused. Yuqi squeezed my hand. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah. Let's do this."
We stepped inside, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies in too small a space. Yuqi leaned close, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Will you be okay for a minute?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stood there, taking in my surroundings. Groups of people clustered around, laughing and dancing. I recognized a few faces from classes, but no one I knew well.
And then, across the room, I saw him. Sunghoon, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his usual admirers. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back. For a moment, I was transported back to middle school, hearing that laugh directed at me, mocking and cruel.
Our eyes met for a brief second, and I swear I saw something flicker in his expression. Surprise? Recognition? But before I could process it, someone bumped into me, breaking the moment.
I turned away, my heart pounding. What was I doing here? This was a mistake. I was about to head for the door when Yuqi reappeared, pressing a red cup into my hand.
"Here," she said with a smile. "It'll help you relax." I took a small sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol hitting the back of my throat. As we stood there, Yuqi chatting animatedly about the people around us, I felt myself slowly start to unwind. Maybe agreeing to come here wasnât too bad of an idea.I was just starting to relax, the music and Yuqi's chatter creating a comfortable bubble around us, when I saw him approaching. Sunghoon, weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on... us? No, it couldn't be. But it was.
He stopped right in front of us, that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yuqi," he said, his voice smooth as ever. Then his eyes slid to me. "And Y/N,⊠it's been a while, hasn't it?" I felt my body tense, my grip tightening on the red cup in my hand. Yuqi glanced between us, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Sunghoon," I managed to say, my voice coming out colder than I'd intended. But then again, why should I care? He seemed unfazed by my tone. "I didn't expect to see you here. You're not usually the party type, right?" The casual way he said it, as if he knew me, as if we were old friends catching up, made my blood boil. How dare he act so nonchalant after everything? "People change," I replied curtly. "Not that you'd know anything about that." I avoided eye contact. I saw Yuqi wince beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sunghoon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of... something passing across his face. Confusion? Hurt? Good.
"Right," he said, recovering quickly. Looking down at the ground with a half smile, he takes âââââââââââââââmy snarky response as a que to leave. âIâll see you around, (Y/N)â he scoffs and walks away.
âHe is such an assholeâ Yuqi complains, rubbing my back as a way to try to comfort me. âYou responded wellâ I watched Sunghoon's tall, muscular figure get lost in the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me felt satisfied with how I'd handled the encounter, but another part felt... unsettled. I took a long swig from my cup, hoping the alcohol would dull the conflicting feelings. "Thanks," I mumbled to Yuqi, grateful for her support. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "Do you want to leave? We can if you're not comfortable." I considered it for a moment. The idea of going back to my dorm, burying myself in my blankets and pretending this night never happened, was tempting. But then I thought about how that's exactly what the old me would have done. The me that let Sunghoon's actions dictate her life.
"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I'm not leaving. I have just as much right to be here as he does." Yuqi's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my girl!" she cheered, linking her arm through mine. "Let's mingle a bit, shall we?" As we made our way through the crowded room, I couldn't help but notice Sunghoon's gaze following us. Every time I glanced in his direction, he looked away, but not before I caught a flicker of... something in his eyes. It wasn't the cruel amusement I remembered from our school days. It was something else, something I couldn't quite place.
Yuqi introduced me to a few of her friends, and I found myself actually enjoying the conversations. It felt... normal. Like maybe I could do this whole college social scene thing after all. But then, over someone's shoulder, I saw Sunghoon again. He was looking right at us, his expression unreadable. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a jolt of... something. Before I could analyze it further, he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, was Sunghoon blushing? I shook off the thought. It was probably just the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.
As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Every minute I spent here, laughing with Yuqi and her friends, was a minute I was reclaiming for myself. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, I'd catch Sunghoon looking in my direction. But it wasn't the mocking stare I was used to. There was something almost... wistful about it. Once, when our eyes met, he even offered a small, hesitant smile before quickly turning the other way. I donât understand why he is trying to smile at me. It was confusing, to say the least. This wasn't the Sunghoon I remember. The Sunghoon who had made my life miserable. This Sunghoon seemed... different. Unsure. Almost vulnerable. As Yuqi and I were preparing to leave, I excused myself to use the bathroom. On my way back, I quite literally bumped into Sunghoon in the hallway. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, steadying me with a hand on my arm. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me. "You okay?" I nodded, unsureness in my voice. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence stretching between us. "Listen, Y/N," he started, then paused, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I... I'm glad you came tonight. It was good to see you."
Before I could respond, he quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, completely baffled. It wasn't until much later, as Yuqi and I were stumbling back to our dorms, arms linked and giggling about nothing in particular, that I realized something. For the first time in years, I'd spent an entire evening in the same space as Sunghoon without letting it ruin my night. And more than that, I was left with the strangest feeling that maybe there was more to Sunghoon than I'd allowed myself to see. As I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but oddly content, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted. I wasn't naive enough to think one party had erased years of hurt and resentment. But maybe it was a start.ââââââââââââââââ
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The next morning I woke up disoriented, borderline hungover. Roll over to the side to check the time on my phone. 11:09AM? It honestly felt like I slept for three days with how many drinks I consumed. I look further down the screen to see the notifications:
1:18 AM: @prksnghn02 started following you!
1:19 AM: @prksnghn02 Liked your post!
I must have fallen asleep to quickly too see this last night, but that was definitely right after we left the party.
I scroll through the conversation, smiling slightly at the messages
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 Hey! You still here?
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 I get it if you donât want to speak to me.
Why was he messaging me. What gives him the right? I igonore the message and delete the message request. All that before my thumb hesitantly hovered over the follow button on his profile, eventually turning it grey. I spent the weekend as usual, going to my job at night and studying in the mornings. Though I had the awkward interaction with Sunghoon at one party, I think that I could see myself going with Yuqi to another party some time. Not soon though because finals start on Monday and I have to pass to keep my financial aid. Thatâs another thing that pisses me off. I work day and night to pay for my schooling by myself, and Sunghoon gets it all handed to him for being okay at basketball. He teased me for growing up less wealthy than him, but if he were in my shoes, he wouldnât have thought it was so funny.
Monday morning I was walking through the main hall on campus, where they have to coffee shop that I occasionally stop by. Of course this time when I went, Sunghoon was standing at the bookstore across the walk way, talking to his girl-toys. It took everything in me to not make things awkward by looking in his direction, but for the split second I looked that way, he was already eyeing me down. I pretended to not notice, continuing into the coffee shop line as I would do normally. The line was fairly short. I looked down at my phone to distract myself until it was my turn to order. âI am sorry (Y/N)â a familiar voice says behind me, him lightly grazing my shoulder.
My eyes immediately snap to the owner of the voice. His brown eyes were staring directly into mine as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking just by looking at me. And I know he can. âHeyâ he seems to say, flashing me the smallest of smirks as his hand rests on the counter to my left. I scoff in disbelief. He really is serious now isnât he. I try to ignore him and continue with my order, but Sunghoon stops me in my tracks. My heart starts hammering harder in my chest as I glance around to make sure no one overheard. âHey (Y/N),â he repeats, giving me his infamous smirk. âI really am sorryâ he continues. Heâs watching me with a curious tilt to his head as he waits for my response.
âCan I buy you a drink? Maybe we can talk some more?â For a fraction of a moment, itâs hard to believe whatâs happening.
âWhatever you are trying to do, I donât want any part of itâ I said sternly, trying to shoo him away. I know he could see the annoyance on my face but that wasnât enough to get him to leave. âPlease, I want to make things rightâ he begged with a hint of charm in his voice. He reaches out to hold my wrist but this time instead of swatting him away, I let him. If anyone deserves an apology it should be me. He takes a step closer to me, tilting his head slightly. âFine I guess, but do not expect to get anything out of meâ I agreed hesitantly. His facial expression completely changed from worried to⊠relieved? We ordered together in line while I tried my best to ignore him. His scent was a distraction. It was captivating. It was comparable to mohagany and mint. Admittedly, he is tall and handsome, even when we were in middle school he had always been cute. But I would never say that out loud. Eventually, his named was called and we both went up to grab our drinks. âThank you Sunghoonâ I said while looking down, trying to get out of the situation as soon a possible. âWaitâ he says before I get to far away. âI will text youâ he added. I half way smiled and walked away.
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At lunch, I found myself leaning against Yuqi as we sat at one of our tables outside. âHow do you feel?â she asked. âBetterâ I admitted. âItâll take some getting used to, but I think Iâm doing betterâ She nodded, seemingly satisfied by my reply.
âYuqi?â I spoke again once I had my full attention back on her. She turned her attention towards me expectantly.
âWhy donât you give him another chance?â she sighed, rolling her neck around. âI mean, he seems like he is genuinely trying to make it up to you.â
âYes he is putting in the effort now, but the pain that he put me through doesnât just go away in an instant, it will take time for me to trust himâ
âI understandâ she muttered.
~~~~~
A few days had passed but I had never received a message from Sunghoon. Maybe he forgot or maybe he was scaredâŠ. I donât know. But I canât help but to think that I was maybe looking forward to that message. Yuqi was right, maybe he does deserve another chance. The library was my number one studying location. It was quiet, I could focus, and nobody bothers me. I actually have some time to myself. I have tested out every study area here and the to floor is by far my favorite. I press the 5 on the elevator control pad, and as the doors start closing, someoneâs hand is placed between the doors, causing them to shoot back open. It was Sunghoon. I awkwardly scoot to the edge of the confined space to make sure there was more than enough room between us. His eyes light up when he realizes I was the one in the elevator.
âWould it be a problem if I rode with you?â he asked hesitatingly with an awkward smile.
âNo, why would there be a problem?â I replied quickly. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds after my answer, and then I heard the elevator ding and the doors slowly start closing again. God, being around him gave me mixed emotions. His aura is so captivating, but his personality is the opposite. And not to mention that mohagany scent again. We rode to the fifth floor in total silence and exited the elevator once it stopped. When we both made way out of the elevator to walk our own directions, He gently grazed my shoulder and said âGood luck with finalsâ and walked the other direction.
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Later that same evening while I was still on the library, my phone pinged with a new notification.
prksnghn02: Hey are you available?
prksnghn02: I know I said I was sorry but I really want you to know how I feel. I canât do it over text.
I think this is the message that I have been waiting to see. I would appreciate to see him and have him fully apologize, though I donât think this is the right time. Itâs the middle of finals week and lord knows I am already struggling as is. I look up from my phone, observing my surroundings, and spot Sunghoon across the almost empty room lounging on a library bean-bag. Alone. Thatâs a first considering his royalty equivalent status on campus. He was clearly looking at me when I opened his message.
yourusername: Hey, sorry. I really need to study for this Sociology final. I can definitely carve out a time to meet next week.
I look up at him and point at my phone, making a frowny face and his expression mirrors mine.
prksnghn02: Who is the professor? I aced my sociology class I took over the summer. If you need any help lmk.
He looks at me with a thumbs up. His offer seems tempting, but what would I do? Sit there and hear him lecture me? It would already be hard enough to pay attention given how his arms are looking in that black fitted top.
yourusername: I will think about it.
I try to focus on my sociology notes, but my eyes keep drifting back to Sunghoon. He's still lounging on the bean bag, but now he has a textbook open on his lap. Every so often, he glances up, catching my eye before we both quickly look away. The tension is palpable, even from across the room. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. This is getting ridiculous. I'm here to study, not to play this weird game of cat and mouse with my former bully turned... what? Potential friend? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I make a split second decision on impulse and grab my phone, maybe regretting my decision later.
yourusername: Okay fine, come help me.
I witness Sunghoon look at his phone and shoot up out of his seat within the span of 3 seconds. Impressive. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Sunghoon practically skidded to a stop in front of my desk. It was a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, I was back in middle school, his laughter echoing in the halls, the same laughter that used to sting.
âSo, sociology huh?â he said with the most awkward tone possible. âWhat do you need help withâ he continues, signaling his hand towards my messy notes. My notebook has definitely seen better days. I sighed, shoving my phone into the abyss of my backpack.
"Everything feels like gibberish. Professor Ramirez throws these massive lectures at us, and it all just blends together." Surprised laughter rumbled out of him.
"Ramirez? Yeah, he can be a bit much. But trust me, sociology isn't actually that complicated. Let's see your notes." Tentatively, I slid my well-worn notebook across the desk. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of turning paper. I snuck a peek at him. His features were softened by a focus I wouldn't have expected. "Okay," he finally said, looking up. "This isn't so bad. You've got the basic concepts down. I think you're just getting overwhelmed by the details."
Relief flooded me. Maybe I wasn't completely incompetent after all. He settled into the chair across from me, his arm brushing mine for a moment as he reached for a pen. He continued to sort through my notes, trying to piece together what I may not be understanding. He was surprisingly patient with me, and even created examples for me to try and understand better. Not to mention that I couldnât keep my eyes off of him as he spoke. His black hair falling loosely in front of his dark brown eyes and black glasses was so sexy.
"So basically, social stratification is like the ranking system within a society?" I summarized, feeling a flicker of accomplishment. Sunghoon grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Exactly! See, you were getting it all along." He paused, then reached for a specific page in my notes.
"Now, let's talk about power structures and how they influence social mobilityâŠ" Time melted away as Sunghoon patiently guided me through the sociological knowledge. I peppered him with questions, surprised by my own comfort level.
He answered them all with good humor and a surprising depth of knowledge that made him seem worlds apart from the bully I knew in middle school and the jock he is now. I looked at his face once again, admiring the way he furrowed his eye brows when he concentrated. I am snapped out of my trance with
âWhat?â Sunghoon questioned me, tilting his face to the side. I couldnât even comprehend what had happened until a second or two later.
âNothing! Itâs nothing. Go on with what you were sayingâ I averted my eyes towards the table to try and hide the blood in my cheeks. âHeh, OkayâŠ.â he chuckles fiddling with the ring on his finger. He pauses for a few seconds and picks up with âYou should get home soon. You donât wanna have late nights, right?â
He looks me dead in the eye as he says this, a hint of playfulness in his gaze. I glanced at my phone, startled to see it was already 1 AM. We'd been studying for hours without realizing it. The library, usually bustling with stressed students, was now eerily quiet.
"Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it got," I mumbled, hastily gathering my notes. Sunghoon stretched, his shirt riding up slightly. I pretended not to notice.
"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun with sociology, right?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Right, because power structures are just a barrel of laughs." As we packed up our things, Sunghoon hesitated, then asked, "Hey, um, would you like me to walk you back to your dorm? It's pretty late." I paused, considering. The old me would have immediately refused, not wanting to spend an extra second with him.
But now... "Sure," I found myself saying. "That would be nice." We stepped out into the cool night air, the campus very quiet around us. For a moment, we walked in silence, the only sound our footsteps on the pavement.
"So," Sunghoon started, breaking the silence. "Did you find the study session helpful?" I nodded, surprised by my own honesty.
"Yeah, actually. You explain things... differently than I expected." He raised an eyebrow.
"Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," I admitted. "You're more... patient than I thought you'd be." Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Well, don't sound so surprised. Im not just a handsome face ya know.â I felt a retort forming on my lips, but bit it back.
âYeah yeah, donât flatter yourself.â As we walked, I couldn't help but sneak glances at him. In the soft glow of the street lamps, he looked... different. Softer somehow. Less like the arrogant boy I'd built up in my mind and more like... well, just a guy. "You know," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I meant what I said before. About being sorry." I felt my body tense. "Sunghoon, we don't have to-"
"No, please," he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. I turned to face him, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes. "I was a jerk in middle school. More than a jerk. I was cruel, and I've regretted it for years. I just... I want you to know that. I am sorry." I stood there, stunned. This vulnerability was so at odds with the Sunghoon I thought I knew.
"I... thank you," were the only words that were able to come out of my mouth. - I turned to face towards him as we reached the enterance of my dorm building. âOkay, I guess I can take it from hereâ I said, grabbing my key card out of my backpack.
âGoodnight, Sunghoon.â I entered the building and the door was already halfway closed before Sunghoon grabbed it and called out behind me, "Wait!â I stopped mid step and turned to meet his curious gaze, confused by what he could possibly want to say. I gave him a questioning look as he approached me slowly. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he took one last glance around, making sure no one was watching before reaching up to touch my cheek hesitantly. His thumb brushed the area under my eye lightly, his hand moving downwards slowly until he rested his palm flat on my jaw. I was somehow okay with this, despite the butterflies in my stomach.
My heart thudded loudly against my chest as I stared at his hand resting gently on my skin, unable to tear my gaze away from his. There was something magnetic about the way his eyes bore into me with an intensity I have never felt. âHave a good night, (Y/N)â he said softly, grazing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down slowly while gazing into my eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. My breath hitched as he brought his other hand up and cradled my cheek, brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face. âYou too, Sunghoonâ
~~~~~
The end of finals week had finally come and I am not exaggerating when I say that this is the most relieved I have ever been in my life. I was lounging on my bed scrolling through tik tok and I saw a message pop up at the top of my screen.
prksnghn02: Hey! A few of us are having a small get-together at the frat house to celebrate surviving finals. You and Yuqi should come.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A month ago, I would've immediately declined. But now⊠things were different. The study session with Sunghoon, our late-night walk, the way he'd touched my face before saying goodnight - it all swirled in my mind, a confusing mix of old resentment and new⊠something.
yourusername: Let me check with Yuqi. What time?
His response was almost immediate.
prksnghn02: Around 8? It's just a few people, nothing crazy. Promise it won't be like last time.
I couldn't help but smile at that. The last party had been a turning point, in a way.
yourusername: Okay, I'll let you know.
I rolled over, dialing Yuqi's number. She picked up on the second ring.
"Please tell me you're calling to drag me out of this post-finals funk," she groaned.
I laughed. "Actually, yeah. Sunghoon invited us to a small thing at the frat house. You in?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Sunghoon, huh? You two seem to be getting along better."
I could hear the smile in her voice. "We're⊠working on it," I admitted. "So, you coming or what?"
"Obviously," she said. "I'll be at yours in an hour. We need to talk about this Sunghoon situation, by the way."
I groaned. "There's no 'situation', Yuqi."
"Uh-huh. Sure. See you soon!"
She hung up before I could protest further. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
An hour later, Yuqi was sprawled on my bed, watching me rummage through my closet.
"So," she said, drawing out the word. "You and Sunghoon, huh?"
I threw a shirt at her. "There's no 'me and Sunghoon'. We're just⊠I don't know. Not enemies anymore, I guess."
Yuqi sat up, her expression serious. "Look, I know he was awful to you in middle school. But people change, you know? And he seems to be really trying."
I sighed, sitting down next to her. "I know. It's just⊠complicated."
She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Life's complicated. Doesn't mean you can't give it a chance."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yuqi always had a way of cutting through my defenses.
"Now," she said, her tone lightening. "Let's find you something cute to wear. Just because it's not a 'situation' doesn't mean you can't look hot."
I rolled my eyes, but let her pull me back to the closet.The frat house was quieter than I'd ever seen it. No pulsing music, no crowds of people. Just the soft murmur of conversation and laughter drifting from the back patio. Sunghoon met us at the door, his face lighting up when he saw us. "Hey! You made it." he said, ushering us inside. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Drinks are in the kitchen, we're all out back."
As we followed him through the house, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed here, in his element. Relaxed, open, a far cry from the popular Sunghoon I was used to seeing on campus. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly attractive. The back patio was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the small group gathered there. I recognized a few faces from classes, but it was indeed a much smaller crowd than the usual frat parties.
Yuqi immediately gravitated towards a group she knew, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door. Sunghoon appeared at my side, two red cups in hand. "Here," he said, offering me one. "It's just punch, but fair warning - Heeseung made it, so it's probably stronger than it tastes." I took a sip, the sweetness masking the unmistakable burn of alcohol. "Thanks for inviting us," I said, surprised by how much I meant it. Sunghoon's smile was soft, almost shy. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would." "Honestly? I wasn't sure either," I admitted. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The punch was indeed strong, but the warm buzz it provided was pleasant.
Sunghoon stayed close, always making sure I was included in conversations, laughing at my jokes, his hand occasionally brushing against mine in a way that seemed both accidental and deliberate. I found myself studying him when he wasn't looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gestures he made when he was explaining something he was passionate about. It was hard to reconcile this Sunghoon with the boy who had tormented me in middle school. At some point, Yuqi caught my eye from across the patio and gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smile that subtly appears on my face.
As the night progressed, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Yuqi had gotten into an intense discussion about some TV show with a guy from her psych class, leaving Sunghoon and me alone on a small bench near the edge of the patio. The fairy lights cast a soft glow on his features, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. "You know," Sunghoon said, his words slightly slurred, "I never thought we'd be here like this." I raised an eyebrow. "What, drunk on your frat house patio?" He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "No, I mean... talking. Like friends."
His hand found mine on the bench between us, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch sent a jolt through me, but I didn't pull away. "I was such an ass to you in middle school," he continued, his voice dropping low. "I... I didn't know how to deal with how I felt about you back then." I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. "What do you mean?" Sunghoon turned to face me, his eyes intense even in their alcohol-glazed state. "I had the biggest crush on you," he admitted. "But I was too stupid and insecure to know how to handle it. So I lashed out instead." I sat there, stunned.
The Sunghoon I knew in middle school, the one who had made my life miserable, had a crush on me? It didn't make sense, and yet... "That doesn't excuse what I did," he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Nothing excuses that. But I want you to know how sorry I am. And how glad I am that you're giving me a chance to make it right."
I looked at our intertwined hands, then back up at Sunghoon's face. The vulnerability in his expression took my breath away. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I just wanted you to know." We sat there for a moment, the air between us charged with possibility. Then, without thinking, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met softly, hesitantly at first. Then Sunghoon's free hand came up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss.
It was sweet and a little clumsy, tasting of punch with a hint of alcohol. His lips were softer than I'd imagined - not that I'd been imagining it, of course. When we broke apart, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sunghoon's eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name.
"I... wow," he breathed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. Before I could respond, the patio door slid open and Yuqi's voice rang out. "Y/N? You out here?" Sunghoon and I sprang apart, but not before Yuqi caught sight of us. Her facial expression completely changed, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone teasing. I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Sunghoon steadied me with a hand on my arm, the touch sending another jolt through me. "We were just... talking," I managed to say, knowing how unconvincing it sounded. Yuqi's grin widened. "Uh-huh. 'Talking.' Got it. Well, hate to break up this... conversation, but it's getting late. We should probably head out." I nodded, suddenly feeling very sober. "Right. Yeah. Let's go."
As we made our way back through the house, I could feel Sunghoon's eyes on me. At the front door, he caught my hand. "Text me when you get home safe?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded, words not being able to leave my mouth. He squeezed my hand once before letting go. - The walk back to the dorms was quiet, Yuqi mercifully holding back her questions until we were safely in my room. "Okay," she said, flopping onto my bed. "Spill. Everything. Now." I sank into my desk chair, my mind replaying the kiss over and over. "I... I don't even know where to start," I admitted.
Yuqi's expression softened. "Start at the beginning. And don't leave anything out."
~~~~~
Going over to Sunghoons frat house became a frequent thing over the winter break. About twice a week I would go with Yuqi and kick back with a few of his friends, the same ones that were there the first time.
During those times, we'd always end up hanging out in Sunghoons backyard, or playing in his pool. He definitely acted a lot different around his friends than I expected. More relaxed, open, less guarded. In turn he opened up to me a bit too.
âIf I beat you in a round of pool, you have take a shot with meâ Sunghoon said chuckling, nudging his elbow against my arm. âCome on, thatâs fair!â
âI guess, but what do I get it I win?â
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âYou know what, I can think of somethingâŠâ He moved closer to me, the tip of his nose inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I remained still, watching nervously as his mouth slowly drew closer and closer. âI think you might like itâ he said teasingly.
âI guess I should just let you win thenâ I sighed sarcastically, trying to ignore the butterflies built up in my stomach.
He scoffs âI promise, sweetheart, I donât biteâ he said, moving back just enough so he could meet my eyes. His voice was low and husky, sending a ripple of heat through my body.
âSo, what kind of shot?â I asked lightly, trying to ignore the way my voice shook as I spoke.
âI think I have some Don Julioâ he mused, running a hand along the back of his neck.
Sunghoon it first to break all of the pool balls apart, declaring him as solids. Drinking beer between each of our turns and chatting about family and work, Sunghoon was a lot better at pool than he originally let on, because soon enough he had only 2 solid balls left, while I still had 5 stripes.
I was expecting him to have already won at this point. When he set his cue on the edge, lining up to hit one of the solids into a hole, the 8 ball shoots across the board, into the hole closest to me.
âAw shit, I guess you wonâ He said with a fake defeated look.
I laughed, setting my bottle aside. âLooks like it. Thanks for letting me have a couple extra roundsâ I said, winking at him. I missed my cue stick by mere centimeters, but didnât care. My eyes were locked on Sunghoon; his hair stuck up everywhere, his skin glistening with sweat after his game, his shirt clung tightly to his frame.
A loud bang echoed off the walls, making us both jump slightly. Sunghoonâs eyes snapped towards the window behind me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. âSomeone just slammed the garage door shutâ he whispered. âDid they close up for the night?â
We had spent so much time playing pool, we didnât realize that slowly, one by one, people started to go home. This meaning that Yuqi probably caught a ride home with someone and the only people left here are the 3 frat guys staying in the house over the break.
âItâs getting late, I should probably call an Uberâ I said, rubbing my eyes for focus.
âWhy leave so soon? Doing Uber this late at night could be dangerous, you never know what kind of people could be out there.â
âWhat other option do I have? Yuqi went home alreadyâ I replied, grabbing my phone.
âYou can stay here, you can sleep on my bed and I will set up a bed on the floorâ he offered.
âI donât know if that is the best ideaâ I muttered, staring at my feet.
âJust sleep here. Donât waste money on an Uber, and I promise I can take great care of you.â he urged me, placing his hand under my chin so that I would finally look at him. âDo you really believe that I would let you get into a strangers car right now?â
I hesitated before nodding. âFine, but only because I trust you.â
~
We pack up all of our stuff from outside, including my purse and all of the extra alcohol. There are so many room in the frat house and I have never been upstairs, I have no idea which one is Sunghoons. As the two of us climb the stairs up to his room, we both silently agree not to mention the previous events from the other night.
Sunghoon doesnât know why I kissed him, And I donât know why he kissed me. Even though he did tell me a little about the reason behind our relationship, it wouldnât matter, he was too far gone for it to change anything anyway.
The moment we step into his room, he tosses his backpack onto the floor and gestures to the large queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room.
âI didnât bring anything to sleep in, I canât sleep wearing jeans and a tank topâ I said, gesturing to my jeans.
âDonât worry about it, I can lend you somethingâ he said, walking over to a laundry basket of clothes lying on the floor near the wardrobe. âI havenât gotten the chance to put up my laundry, let me find somethingâ he explains, rummaging through the basket.
He pulls out a large black t-shirt and some basketball shorts. âHere, try these onâ and walked over, handing them to me, a slight smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
âLook away!â I playfully shouted while waving my hand to shoo him. â
âOh my gosh, okayâ he covers his eyes like a cartoon character.
Luckily I was wearing some spandex shorts and a sports bra underneath, so even if he did sneak a peek, which Iâm sure he did, nothing too important would have been exposed. On him the clothes look normal size, but on me, the shirt fit like a dress and the shorts touched half way down my shins. âI guess I have no choiceâ I shrugged.
I crawl into his bed while he went to fetch an extra blanket for me out of his closet. At this point, he was already in his sleep attire. No shirt and some basketball shorts. It was hard to concentrate when he was standing there wearing nothing but shorts. I admit that maybe I was staring a bit longer than appropriate.
âYou like what you see?â he says in a cocky tone, chuckling at my embarrassment.
âShut up, you are so annoyingâ I scoff and roll my eyes, laying back down on the bed.
âHaha okayâŠâ he smirks as he stands up from the closed with the blanket in his hand. âHopefully this will keep you warm enoughâ he said, covering me with the big piece of fabric.
âThank you, Sunghoonâ I said, turning over to attempt to catch some sleep. He set up a little bed on the floor with a blanket and a pillow right next to the bed and layer down as well.
After sometime of just listening to the sound of the crickets outside, the quiet noises of the street, cars passing by, the occasional chirp of a bird. The atmosphere was rather peaceful, comfortable almost. I couldn't help the small smile forming on my face as I lay my head on my arm.
My brain kept drifting away from sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting back to Sunghoon. My heart rate was rising with every second that passed, I tried desperately to calm myself down, not wanting to give any indication that I was starting to get aroused. The more I listened to the sounds outside, the more I felt the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in his arms. Just to feel him hold me.
I sigh deeply, rolling over onto my side and facing him. The soft glow of moonlight illuminating the entire room, casting light patterns on his sleeping features. If this was any other day, I would definitely stare at him until dawn, taking in every minute detail of him.
I scooted over to the edge of the bed, just close enough for me to nudge Sunghoon with my foot. âHoon, are you awakeâ I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the moonlight leaking through the blinds. âYeahâ he clears his throat. âWhy?â
âCan you lay with me?â I whispered again.
He stared at me for a second, trying to understand what was going through my mind. Eventually, he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to me. His body was hot against mine, making goosebumps erupt throughout my skin, but the feeling was comforting nevertheless. We laid like that in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.
Eventually, it became too awkward and I had to move closer into Sunghoon, cuddling up next to him. âI like thisâ I say quietly, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his faint scent. He chuckled slightly, positioning himself to where his fingers could comb though my hair.
I mumble, wrapping my arm around his torso. His fingers stopped their ministrations then, hesitating for a moment. I looked up at him from my position on his chest, curious as to what made him stop. I met his deep brown eyes that were focused solely on me. His gaze was soft, yet intimidating at the same time. Slowly, carefully, he lifted my head off his body and held it between his hands. Then he brought his lips to meet mine softly.
He pulled me in closer, gently running his fingertips along my jawline, making my heartbeat pick up in pace. His kisses were slow and sweet, the most tender kiss I've ever had. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away slowly, watching me as if waiting for some sort of reaction. When my eyes fluttered open I met with his eyes, gazing deeply into each othersâ. A smile formed on my lips, making Sunghoon lean in to reconnect our lips again.
He placed his hands on the sides of my neck, holding me close to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Our bodies pressed closely together, moving together rhythmically. His hands lifted up my oversized shorts and began roaming across my bare thighs, tracing up the hem of my shirt. We kept getting tangled in each otherâs clothing as we continued kissing.
He reached my breasts, pushing up my sports bra to give them an affectionate squeeze, causing me to gasp in response. My hands moved down from his shoulders and ran up the backs of his arms to his neck, pulling on his short hairs slightly. Pulling on the strands of hair caused him to release a low growl and deepen the kiss, pulling his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, causing me to whimper slightly at the unexpected pain. When he released my lower lip, he sucked on it, sucking on it harder and harder with his sharp canine teeth. âFuckâŠâ I moan, gripping tightly onto the ends of his dark brown locks.
He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples lightly, causing my stomach muscles to tense up involuntarily. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he noticed this, but then he proceeded to push the crop top further up on my shoulders before placing soft gentle kisses along my collar bone. He sprinkled kissed on my shoulders and chest and then moved down towards my waistline, placing soft soft kisses along my belly button. His hand started to work its way downwards, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs.
He latched one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling the tight swollen bud of flesh with his teeth and tongue. As his hand reached down and slid his middle finger along the underside of my left thigh, causing me to grind against his hand.
He trailed his hand back up to the bottom of my shirts and bunched it up in his hand âCan I take this off?â he leaned next to my ear and whispered. My breath hitched at how sensual he sounded.
âPleaseâ I managed to speak out. He didnât reply immediately, only gave me a reassuring smile before pulling it over my head, only leaving my bra. His lips found their way back up to mine, sending a surge of electricity through me. His hands worked their way to bottom of my bra, lifting it up and throwing it to the side as well. The cool air on my bare stomach and chest suddenly sent tingles all over my body, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my skin. He smiled at my reaction, continuing to caress my inner thigh.
âIs it okay if I take these off too?â he whispered, grazing the waistband of my shorts.
I let go of his arms and nodded my head yes, watching his expression change from relaxed to excited. I watched him pull those off and discard them as well, leaving only my thong on. âI hope this is okayâ he smiled. He was still looking at me with those intense eyes, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.
He removed the last piece of clothing from me, both my spandex and the shorts he gave me, revealing my beautiful skin and perfectly plump curves underneath. He took a few seconds to appreciate every inch of my body before sliding his slim fingers between my legs. Instinctively my knees fell apart slightly, allowing him access to my core which caused his eyes to darken even more. As he gently traced circles around my bud, sending me into complete ecstasy, I moaned loudly, moaning in pleasure as my hips began grinding into his finger tips.
âGod, youâre so prettyâ he whispered, trailing kisses along my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moans coming out of my mouth as he continued to stroke the wetness inside of my thighs. âSo perfect.â
He spread my wetness all over his fingers and slid one finger inside of my desperate hole. At first, he started slowly, his thumb circling my clit while his middle finger slid in and out of my warm opening, slowly increasing the amount of pressure until I was gripping down onto his fingers with all of my strength. He increased the speed of his movements, adding another finger, pumping them hard into me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, trying my best to keep a good grip on his fingers.
âShit, youâre so wet angelâ he groans. He took his hand away to pull off his own shorts, with his boxers. His dick spring free, tip raging and dripping with precum. It was big, a lot bigger than I had expected.
I take all of his length into my fist as he continues contact with my folds. âFuck, that feels good, babyâ he says under his breath. I collect spit in my mouth and layer his tip and slide my hand up and down slowly.
I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach as he keeps a consistent pace pumping his finger into my gushing pussy. âAgh yessâ I moan on his cock, feeling the burning sensation building up. He leans down to place a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, causing my back arch even higher. "Let go babygirl"he murmurs against my shoulder.
I let my hand rest against his erection, stroking him slowly, feeling the tip get longer by the moment. Soon enough, I can no longer contain myself as I let the orgasm rip out of me. His name came spilling out of my mouth, followed by a loud moan âFuck Sunghoon, just like that.â I continue to hold on to him as the wave of pleasure takes over me, feeling my muscles start to seize up and my vision starting to blur.
As I'm regaining my composure, he pulls out of me, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. âYou taste so good, princessâ he praises, with sweat droplets forming in his forehead.My face turns red with embarrassment. I cover my face with my palms as I try to control my breathing. Sunghoon chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my blushing face and places them on his cheeks instead. âDonât be embarrassed, babygirl. That was hotâ he says. My blush gets stronger by the second.
âLet me get you cleaned upâ he suggested, getting out of the bed to go to his bathroom where he kept his extra cloths. He came back with a small smile on his face. He runs the rag between my legs and said âI am really happy you decided to spend the nightâ
âMe too Sunghoonâ my smile only visible by the moonlight. He went back into the bathroom to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.
âNow come hereâŠâ He brings his lips to meet mine once more. He wraps his arms around my sore body, making my face bury into his chest. Our bare skin resting against eachother was so relaxing. His skin was soft, and he was perfectly toned to my liking. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to massage my scalp, making my whole body tremble. âItâs really late, sweetheart, letâs get some restâ he whispers and kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. As I lay there in Sunghoons embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him, my eyes gradually fall shut.
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thinking ab a loser!choso who is oblivious to your class crush on him! (part 1)
cw: y/n is down bad, pining, maybe mutual pining, slightly suggestively spicy, sfw, part two will def be nsfw
normally, youâd have no issue skipping the dumb 9am math class that you had to take to graduate. but⊠thatâs normally. having a class crush that you are so down bad over is not really normal for you though. you swear that he unlocked a new type for you, and that you could never go back to everything you have always said you liked in a guy previously. this guy was just⊠different.
somehow, you developed what honestly feels more like obsession than a crush on the emo boy who sits in the back corner of the lecture hall.
it had all started when you were running 20 minutes late⊠on the first day of class. naturally, by the time you got there almost all of the seats were full. you weaved your way back through the rows to one of the only spots available, right next to him.
from the few seconds you made eye contact with him you could have swore you had already soaked through your panties. his dark, smudged eyeliner lined eyes lingered on yours for a bit before he ripped them away from you to play with the several rings he had on his fingers. oh⊠the the things he could do with those hands.
you drank in his appearance, he had messy black hair tied up in two high buns and several piercings lining his ears. his face was adorned with an eyebrow piercing, a septum piercing, and a lip ring. a thin black line stretched across the bridge of his nose, and you wouldnât be surprised if it was actually a real face tattoo judging by how heavily tatted the rest of his visible body was from the areas not covered by his baggy jeans and loose band tee. as he was moving his bag closer to his chair to give you a bit more room next to him in the cramped seats, his arms flexed revealing massive biceps and a few prominent veins marking his hands. wow⊠wonder if the rest of him is that ripped too?
despite slowly trying to get closer with him, he remained oblivious. or you thought so, at least. eventually, after several weeks of trying to make moves, you finally got somewhere. by sheer luck, and probably fate too if we are being honest, the professor had selected him to be your partner for the big end of semester project. he typed his name and contact info into your phone, also giving you his snap. while you donât use snap much anymore, you certainly would be now. as he was handing you your phone back, his fingers brushed against yours and sent what felt like lightning bolts across your body. while you didnât see it, his ears blushed and he had to turn away to âlook for a pencilâ in his backpack. this poor, oblivious boy.
the second you got home, you sent him the first snapâŠ
(part two coming soon)
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The Other Woman
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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.
Pair: Miguel OâHara x Spider!Reader
Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel
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A/N: Hi! I donât really write at all!!
I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So Iâm excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since itâs my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Honestly tbh we all donât have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please donât get mad about the inaccuracies.
I love a good angst and todayâs story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!
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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didnât know.
You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.
Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.
âWhereâs the spider?â He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldnât focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.
âI donât know, it like died after it bit me!â You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.
âDios mĂo no me digas esoâŠâ He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. âThat spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now youâre a spider-man.â
And the rest is historyâŠ
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You learned that the man was Miguel OâHara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.
Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that canât be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.
Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.
What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain heâd went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.
You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.
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âIâm sorry Y/N.â Miguel couldnât look at you.
âWhen did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?â You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.
You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldnât breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.
âYou did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.â Was all he replied.
âWho is she?â Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldnât leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didnât need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.
âDoes she have another version of your daughter?â You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You werenât stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldnât just walk out on you with a lie.
âNo.â He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. âShe is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and sheâs not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-itâs a chance for me to start at the very beginning.â
You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesnât have a child yet⊠Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.
âWhat about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?â You didnât understand how this was happening.
He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?
âThis is different.â He turned away from you. âI pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on youâŠâ He knew that this was going to tear you apart. âI learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that wonât disrupt anything.â
It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.
You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldnât drop everything for it.
âI think itâs best that you leave.â He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldnât wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasnât making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-youâs not so long ago.
You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.
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It didnât take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.
His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you werenât assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a âCall for Y/N!â In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.
It wasnât until a new woman showed up in Miguelâs office with a grip around his waist. Thatâs when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.
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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldnât stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you werenât from there.
You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him⊠Thatâs when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.
Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.
âOh, Y/N.â Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.
âHeâs on a mission right now.â Peter spoke up. âIt might be a long one too but donât waste anytime just incase.â
You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.
The last stop was in Miguelâs office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.
âHello!â She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguelâs shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasnât the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.
âHi.â Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didnât have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.
âWhatâs your name? I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â Getting off Miguelâs platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.
âY/N.â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you! Itâs nice to meet other girls around here.â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you⊠Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.
âMy boyfriend isnât here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.â She continued as you stayed silent.
âOh, no itâs okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.â You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldnât even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.
You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.
âOh I didnât know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldnât let me touch anything.â She followed besides you. âItâs so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We donât have any of this where I live-â She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.
âAre you and Miguel already planning to have a child?â You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.
âOh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.â She chuckled.
In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. âHeâs never mentioned kids anyways. Iâm not even sure if heâd like them or do well with them.â
With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesnât know anything. She probably doesnât even know that sheâs a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didnât just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldnât dislike her, she wasnât doing anything wrong and she doesnât even know.
âI got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.â Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.
It wouldnât be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.
âAH-â You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.
âItâs so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!âShe started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didnât agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.
âLyla, Lyla Itâs okay. Just stop. Itâs all complicated I know, but this didnât work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.â You felt yourself choke up. âI can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.â
Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. Youâve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time youâll be speaking with her.
âYou can give him a family y/n⊠you guys have been married two years now. I know youâve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.â
âLyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is⊠Good for him for believing in something so hard heâs found himself even a third chance to do it.â
âI hate that youâre being too kind about this situation.â Lyla paced around you.
âI love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. Itâs so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but Iâm also emotionally drained I canât do this.â You let out a deep sigh. âIâve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough⊠When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.â
âYou can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! Heâs just too obsessed and heâs lost himself in that.â She exclaimed with her hands up.
âOur canon event was our wedding.â Your frowned deepened. âBut the universe didnât say anything else after. It doesnât say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.â
âIâm just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.â Lyla recalled.
âAnd Iâm grateful for it⊠Even if this didnât work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know Iâm being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on Iâll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.â You felt your emotions bubble. âI became who I am here. Iâm going to miss everyone so much.â
âYou can still stay here and work with us.â She edged on.
âI canât just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know heâs your boss and youâre basically hardwired to do everything for him and youâre trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable itâll be. Iâm the only one hurting here.â
Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasnât her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She canât be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didnât want to see any more damage be caused to you.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â She looked up at you sincerely. âI hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time youâve even been in your universe?â
âLike a year ago for a missionâŠâ
âExactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but Iâm tied to MiguelâŠâ You started to see how it clicked for her too that itâs most likely you might not see each other for a long time. âEven if a spider-person is visiting you I canât just show up on their watch⊠Itâll go back to him and I know you wouldnât want that. I know Iâm an AI and I canât hold real emotions but I mean it when I say Iâm going to miss you.â
Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome youâve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love canât bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if itâs self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.
âBye, Lyla.â You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.
You were always just the other woman.
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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~
would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think itâll be more in Miguelâs perspective as well!
EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here
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love thy neighbor
member â fwb! neighbor!joshua x f reader genre â smut, light angst, college au, idiots to lovers, happy ending word count â 5.1k synopsis â there's perks to having your fwb live next door to you, but there's also downsides. like the fact that it's really hard to hide that you're in love with him. warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, one mention of periods, masturbation (both reader & joshua), the smut is REALLY quick, premature ejaculation sort of, a little bit of body worship, nicknames (baby, good girl), not really described but implied creampie, they are idiots and they are in love and it's gross and sweet notes â tysm to @wongyuseokie & @onlymingyus for help choosing the banner <3 and thanks to @petrichor-han for this idea !! fun fact this was originally going to be for skz han but i figured it would also make a great shua fic so i chose him instead. fun fact #2 i am addicted to giving shua's fics religious titles even when there's no mention of religion in the fic at all lmao. it gives me a giggle like how could i not when it fits so well?? also this is one of my few attempts at angst so if you liked this please reblog or send and ask and lmk how you liked it! hope you enjoy!!
joshua should be asleep right now.Â
really, he should. itâs 11pm on a sunday night and heâs got his chemistry lab at 8am tomorrow, and heâs still got a couple of assignments that he really needs to catch up on before the final next week.Â
but then there's that bump against the wall that heâs grown so accustomed to, and his eyes fly open.
maybe becoming fuck buddies with your next-door neighbor isn't the smartest idea he's ever had, because this is the fourth time this week he's had to hear your moans as he tries to fall asleep.
the walls are thin, but he's certain that you must not realize just how thin they are, because he can hear every sound you make as clear as day. every whimper, every buzz of your vibrator, even every moan of his name, barely muffled by the wall separating his room from yours. especially every moan of his name. and itâs been driving him insane.
really, itâs his own fault for trying to be a polite neighbor. he almost wishes that he hadnât run into you when youâd moved into the apartment next door at the beginning of the semester, because then he probably wouldnât have recognized you at that party during homecoming weekend and got to talking with you.Â
and because of that he probably wouldnât have taken you home from said party and given you the best dicking down of your life (your words, not his), and then after that you probably wouldnât have decided that you wanted to keep fucking him and agreed to become friends with benefits.
except he doesnât actually wish that at all.
having your situationship live right next door is pretty convenient, after all. youâll shoot him an âomwâ text and be waiting at his front door seconds later. he forgot to bring condoms? itâll just take a sec to run home and grab some. when you accidentally leave your panties in his apartment, he can drop them off the same day and then forget about it (he definitely wonât).Â
he could probably even just bang on his side of the wall and youâd know to come over, but to him thatâs a little too far, too impolite. he at least has the decency to send a text first.
a part of him wonders if thatâs why youâre so noisy at night, if youâre doing it on purpose and knowing heâll hear it, secretly hoping for him to come knocking at your door. but he doesnât want to assume, doesnât want to show up without asking and realize heâs been completely wrong this whole time and make himself look like a fool.
so he settles for earplugs instead. because thereâs no way he can sit there and listen to the sounds you make and not start thinking about all the times heâs been in your bed with you just inches away. and by the time heâs cum all over his fist and heâs finally worn himself out enough to fall asleep, itâs 4am and he has class in the morning and heâs wasted an entire night yet again.
heâs been inside your apartment dozens of times, enough to know the layout by heart. enough to know that your bedroom sits directly next to his, enough to know that your bed is pushed against that very thin wall the same way his is and that your nightstand with the drawer full of toys is right next to the bed.
oh, heâs gotten to know more than just your apartment over the course of the semester. he knows which positions are your favorite (youâve never told him outright, but you always cum harder when he fucks you in missionary). he knows the names you like to be called and the ones you like to call him. he can even tell which vibrator youâre using right now (the red one doesnât buzz as loud, so you only use it when your favorite purple one is dead. tonight youâre using the purple one.)
but heâs also gotten to know the way you smile when you see a cat video, the way your forehead wrinkles when you talk about your calculus professor, and the way you like your pancakes in the morning (though heâs never been able to make them for you himself, he swears one day he will. one slice of butter, a ton of syrup, and a handful of cut up strawberries.)
so maybe thatâs what makes these nights so unbearable. he can keep lying to himself that it doesnât bother him, that it wouldnât bother him as much as it does if he just⊠didnât like you.Â
but, unfortunately, he does like you. and heâs stuck with this problem until he finds a way to fix it, but just like in the lab analyses he has to write every week, heâs got no ideas. so heâll have to settle for fucking his hand and biting his pillow so you donât get suspicious of the noises heâs making, and hope that his silly little crush goes away on its own.Â
after all, he isnât anything to you. albeit a sexual one, heâs still just a friend. and heâs certain thatâs all you want.
god, you wish that joshua could see you right now. youâre certain heâd love it.
earlier tonight youâd had to physically force yourself to turn your phone off so that you wouldnât be tempted to text him to come over. youâd already texted him on monday night and thursday afternoon, and youâd knocked on his door on saturday at practically the crack of dawn because youâd woken up thinking about him.
were you embarrassed about it? absolutely, but that wasnât enough to stop you. okay, maybe sometimes it was, because the girl who lived across the hall had caught you (on multiple occasions) sneaking out of joshuaâs apartment twice in one day and you refused to meet him again for nearly a week after that.
but joshua didnât seem one bit embarrassed by your arrangement. he always gave you a friendly smile and offered to walk you to your door afterwards, which you always declined, and he always made sure to say he looked forward to seeing you again. you even saw him wave at the nosy neighbor girl when heâd left your apartment once (which you only remembered because youâd spent the rest of the night in tears about it, but not that you were jealous about it or anything).
you felt bad enough meeting up with him so often, but you felt even worse that you didnât even have a label to show for it. you knew it was probably exactly what heâd wanted out of this, just somebody to call for a quick fuck, but it made you mad. it was why you got so angry about the girl across the hall; because you knew everybody loved joshua, so of course he couldnât love only you.Â
he was hot and he was in a frat and he probably had a hundred girls he could call if he wanted to. with how often you text him to fuck, plus the other people heâs probably seeing? heâs gotta be exhausted.
which is why most nights you opt for touching yourself instead. in the months since you first met joshua, your vibrators have been going through batteries a lot faster than usual, a fact youâre not exactly proud of but will own up to nonetheless.
itâs not your fault that the image of him leaning over you, his thin gold chain dangling in your face as he fucks you is burned into your head practically 24 hours of the day. or the fact that his voice plays on repeat in your brain, specifically that one time he called you âbabyâ and you came so hard you nearly passed out.Â
so really, itâs actually his fault that heâs constantly on your mind. his fault for being sexy⊠or your fault for falling for him?
either way, you find yourself yet again with your pussy stuffed full of your own fingers and your favorite purple vibrator on your clit (you remembered to charge it last night, after you came to the thought of joshua fucking you on your kitchen counter), wishing he could be there to see it.
you close your eyes and picture him in front of you, holding the vibrator against your clit as he grins down at you. such a good girl, heâd say, brushing his thumb over your nipple with his free hand. you love this, donât you?
âfuck, yes, joshua,â you reply, gasping as you push your fingers deeper inside. you arch off the bed a little, pushing your head back against your pillow. youâve learned that he loves it when you call him by his full name instead of âshuaâ or âjoshâ; you donât know why, but it always seems to drive him crazy, and you never fail to leave his apartment sore in all the best places afterwards.
you spread your legs a little wider and moan, rolling your cheek to the side as you imagine him fucking you with his fingers instead of your own. i can tell youâre getting close, imaginary joshua says with a smirk, his hand cupped against your pussy as he thrusts his fingers in and out at a bruising pace.
âmhm,â you whimper, curling your fingers and trying to convince yourself that it feels as good as when he does it. âplease, joshuaââ
you turn your vibrator up to the highest setting, your hips canting into the air as you squeeze your eyes tighter shut. you can feel the waves beginning to wash over you and you repeat his name like a plea, chanting it over and over until you canât form words anymore.
cum for me, baby, all over my fingers, he says, and your mouth falls open as you let go, your knee accidentally smacking against the wall as your legs shake with pleasure. you keep your vibrator held firmly against your clit until it sends you over the edge again, still riding the high of your first orgasm as you struggle to breathe through it. joshua loves to overstimulate you, until all you can do is weakly push at his hands and beg him to leave your exhausted cunt alone.
the post-orgasm clarity soon starts to hit and youâre left with the realization that you just got off from pretending your neighbor is just as in love with you as you are with him. absolutely pathetic.Â
but your eyes are starting to droop and youâre quickly finding that youâre too tired to stay awake to think about how much of a loser you are, so you tuck your favorite vibrator back into its spot in your drawer and put your pajamas back on and tuck yourself into bed, trying not to wish joshua was there beside you instead of infinitely far away on the other side of the wall.
when joshua wakes up the next morning, he half expects you to be waiting outside his door again.
of course anyone would be annoyed at being woken up by their neighbor before 7am, but then youâd sheepishly told him that youâd had the most insane wet dream about him and heâd been more than happy to let you come in and bounce yourself on his lap while he watched the early morning sunlight stream through his bedroom window onto your cheeks.Â
pretty much the perfect morning, in his eyes, except for the fact that you hadnât slept in his bed with him. you never sleep over and itâs obvious why, but maybe itâs for good reason: he wonât get so attached to you.
unfortunately, though, this morning you arenât waiting for him, so he trudges to his kitchen to make himself one lonely cup of coffee and one lonely stack of frozen waffles and get ready for his day.
heâs started noticing patterns about when and why you text him, and he finds himself checking his phone all day.Â
on mondays, because you have all your classes on those days and youâre already exhausted so why not get fucked within an inch of your life before you settle in for the night?
on thursdays, usually in the afternoons because both your schedules happen to line up where heâs just finished his work shift and youâre on your break between classes so it leaves the perfect amount of time for him to eat you out.
if you have a particularly hectic morning youâll text him right away and ask him if heâd come over once you get home that night, and heâll reply that he canât wait with a big red heart emoji.
in fact, most of the times you want to see him is when youâre stressed or upset, which makes sense to him but at the same time makes him a little disappointed. he hopes that youâd want to see him on your happiest days, because any day he gets to see you is automatically his happiest day. but he supposes thatâs where youâve drawn the line, and heâll have to be okay with that.
joshuaâs restless through his chem lab this morning, and then his english lecture, and then his shift at work, not-so patiently awaiting you to ask him about his plans tonight.
but you donât text him at all on monday, and you donât text him on tuesday, either. he catches you going into your apartment at the same time heâs leaving on wednesday, and he waves as usual but you just give him a small nod and hurriedly close your door behind you. heâs almost positive youâll text him on thursday, but your lunch hour comes and goes without a word.
he almost never texts you first, because you text him so often and most of the time heâs already thinking about you anyway. so when sunday rolls around again and he still hasnât heard anything from you, he thinks maybe youâre waiting for him to say something first this time.
he knows youâve been home, because heâs heard your friends coming and going. maybe youâve just been busy with other things and didnât mean to ghost him. sure, you get together pretty often, but that doesnât mean itâll happen every single week. plans change and thatâs fine, and it is right before finals week after all.Â
but even when youâre on your period and arenât in the mood to see him, you usually send a text as a heads up, and heâs definitely not keeping track or anything but this week shouldnât be one of them. heâs going through every possibility he can think of as to why youâve seemingly disappeared, but he just canât find a reason why.
but then he realizes something else; heâs stopped hearing you at night, too. and then he really starts to worry, because he remembers how upset you looked when he saw you in the hall and maybe something really awful happened to you and heâs been pouting in his room like a selfish idiot this whole time.
so he pulls up your contact, cursor blinking over the text box as he tries to figure out what to say.
hey, he decides on, and heâs surprised but happy when you read the message right away.Â
he waits a moment, but you donât respond, so he texts again. you can talk to me, you know? about other stuff. iâm your friend.
he shakes his head and deletes that last sentence before pressing send. you read it immediately again, but itâs a long and agonizing few minutes before you reply.
okay
he frowns, not knowing what to say back. did i do something and make you mad? you seem upset and iâm sorry.
itâs nothing. donât worry
joshua wants to say, but i do worry, but he knows that might be too far and heâs still not even sure whatâs wrong.Â
so instead he stands up and walks out his front door, leaving his phone on his bed. he may be an idiot, but the least he can do is try to act like your friend.
you donât answer when he knocks, so he calls your name. âi know youâre home, i can hear you through the wall.â
finally the lock clicks, and you open your door just a crack. âwhat do you mean, you can hear through the wall?â
he pauses. âi can hear you⊠walking around, and stuff. making noise. the walls are thin.â so you really didnât know? oh god, now he feels like an asshole for listening, even if he was trying not to.
âoh. well.â you sigh and close your eyes, inhaling. âthatâs embarrassing.â
âcan we talk?â joshua asks, suddenly feeling exposed. heâs plenty comfortable in large groups of people, but when heâs around you he wants to hold you tight and keep you secret and safe, out of sight of any wandering eyes. standing out in the hallway where anyone could hear is not how heâd like this to go.
âsure,â you mumble, swinging your door open for him to come inside.
you close the door but donât move from behind it, standing like youâre waiting for him to say something. so he does.
âlisten. i know whatever this is, is messy,â he starts, gesturing between the two of you. âbut youâre my friend, and i care about you and i want you to be happy.â he sighs. âso please tell me whatâs wrong, because not texting you has been really weird, and if you want to end this then thatâs fine and iâll leave you alone, but donât just ghost me. weâre still neighbors and iâm not a fan of awkward hallway conversations.â
you crack a smile for a second, but it quickly fades. âdo you want to end this?â
âno, not really. but i donât want you to feel like you have to keep doing this if you donât like it.â
âi thought it was pretty obvious i did like it,â you say with an almost laugh.Â
he stares at you quietly. âthen whatâs going on?â
âi want to keep doing this, but i just⊠i donât think i can,â you say, avoiding his eyes. âat least not like this.â
âwhat do you mean, âlike thisâ?â
âjoshua, because i like you. and i feel awful because i know weâre not on the same page and it feels like iâm taking advantage of you because you probably have a dozen other women telling you the exact same thing and itâs probably exhausting and itâs not what you want!â
his face contorts in shock at your words. âwell, first, thatâs not at all true. and second of all, stop trying to guess what i want without just talking to me. what is it that you want?â
âyou! i donât know. i donât know what i want anymore,â you say, covering your face with your hands.Â
joshuaâs not sure if he should hug you or not, but he really, really wants to. âis that all thatâs been bothering you this week?â he asks softly.
âyeah,â you say, moving your hands but still avoiding his eyes. âitâs stupid. i know, and iâm sorry.â
he laughs, and you look up at him like heâs crazy. âyou donât have anything to be sorry for,â he says. âiâm sorry. because for months iâve been wishing we could change this but i never said anything because this is what i thought you wanted.â
you keep staring at him, but he canât read the emotion on your face. âso⊠what is this, then?â
âiâll be whatever you want me to be for you. your fuck buddy, or your friend, or your boyfriend, whatever.â
âyou really donât see other people?â you ask, still unsure.
now itâs joshuaâs turn to look at you like youâre crazy. âno, why would i want to? i donât care if you do, but with how often you text me it sounds like you donât, either.â
âi just figuredâ nevermind,â you sigh.
âcan i give you a hug?â he asks after a minute. âweâve been sleeping together the whole semester, and i donât think iâve ever given you a real, proper hug.â
you smile, and seeing that instantly makes his day. âyes, please.â
his arms feel secure around you, and his chest is warm against your cheek. with a sigh you close your eyes, breathing in the smell of his cologne that youâve been trying to push out of your brain for weeks.
you stand there for a while, neither of you making any moves to pull away. it's been a really, really long week without joshua and you didnât realize how badly you missed him until this moment.
âso about the walls thingââ
âhm?â he mumbles.
ââyou can really hear everything?â
he laughs. âoh, yeah. your bedroom is right next to mine. been having trouble sleeping for so long because i kept hearing you moan my name and it got me hard every time.â
your cheeks burn in embarrassment. âjoshua, iâm so sorry! if i had knownââ
he shakes his head, cutting you off. âyou can make it up to me by telling me everything you were thinking about.â
âprobably nothing you don't already know,â you grin shyly.
âprobably, but i wanna hear you say it anyway.â
you lean away from him a little bit, releasing your arms from around him to rest against his chest. âi should've known this is why you wanted to come over,â you say, pretending to be mad, but you can already feel the tingling feeling building up in your stomach at the thought.
âit's not,â he replies smoothly, âbut i did miss waking up to you knocking on my door.â
you pout. âthat was only that one time!â
âdoesn't mean it has to be the last.â
heat creeps up into your cheeks and you glance away from him, gaze trained on his shoulder.Â
âyou really wanna know what i was thinking about?â you ask, finally building up the courage to look back up at his face.
âof course i do.â his eyes are sparkling as he watches you, and you can't exactly identify the emotion but you know it makes your heart flutter.
âwell,â you start, âit was different every time, but most of the time it started like this.â you trail your hands down his torso, pausing when they reach his hips. he stays silent, eyes fixed on your movements and a little smile on his face that you don't think he even realizes he's doing.
âand thenâŠâ you look down, a little surprised to notice the bulge in his pants already there. you place your hand over him gently and look up, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't stop you.
you clear your throat and start again. âand then, you'd sit on the couch and let me gag on your cock for a while.â
you start to push on his hips, backing him into your living room. heâs enjoying this way more than he should be, but then again, you basically just confessed your love to him so itâs kind of the best day of his life.
the back of his thighs hits the arm rest of your couch, but before you can move him any further his hands pull you flush against his body, his bulge pressing into your stomach.Â
âhow about we skip that part for another day?â he says, his voice low. âtell me what happens after.â
you try your best to hold back a moan, suddenly losing your ability to speak. you can practically feel his cock throbbing through his clothes and it makes it impossible to come up with a coherent sentence.
âdonât get shy on me now, baby,â he hums, hands still firmly gripping your hips, and if your brain hadnât short-circuited already then it definitely has now. âbeen hearing you in your room for weeks, i know how loud you like to be.â
âthatâs not fair,â you finally manage, still trying to collect your thoughts.
joshua leans forward to kiss your neck, gently at first but quickly growing harsher, and youâre sure he can feel your pulse jump every time his teeth graze your skin.Â
âfuck, just like that,â you whimper, âexactly like that, shuaââ
after a minute he hums and glances up at you through his lashes, clearly waiting for you to keep talking.
âweâd make out for a while, and then youâyouâd fuck me on the floor,â you gasp out. joshua moans against your skin, and itâs only then that you realize your hands have found their way to his hair, tugging on it to urge him on.
your fingers loosen and he pulls away, the corners of his lips wet with saliva. âon the floor? you deserve better than that, baby,â he tsks. âcan i take you to bed instead?â
âplease,â you whine softly, suddenly feeling unbearably eager to fuck him. all week youâve been using every last ounce of your energy to avoid thinking about joshua, but now that heâs here in front of you and way too willing to play into your fantasies, all the emotions youâve been holding in are spilling out, and you donât feel like containing them anymore.
you grab his hand and itâs like you canât make it to your room fast enough, falling onto your bed and pulling him down on top of you. by then youâve both forgotten the conversation you were having before because youâre too busy desperately pressing your lips against his, barely remembering to breathe as he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you and what were you even talking about again?
your brain is clouded when he finally pulls away with a gasp, kissing your cheek and your neck once more. his hands slip beneath your shirt and tug it over your head, making his way between your breasts and down your stomach and leaving more kisses as he goes. your skin burns with each touch, gentle lips and not-so-gentle hands covering every inch of you until you feel like your whole body is on fire.
he sits up just long enough to pull his own shirt off and now itâs your turn to touch, your hands instantly finding his chest as you trace your fingertips down his abs.
âhow do you want me?â joshua groans, his hands joining yours at his hips to help him push his pants to the ground.
âfuck⊠missionary? just like this?â you say as you kick your pants and panties off in a rush, wrapping your legs around his waist.
his cock brushes against your stomach and you sigh out a moan, your hands moving up to grab at his biceps. he doesnât say another word as he runs his tip through your folds, his attention fixated on your pussy and how youâre already dripping for him. for a second he forgets where he is and what heâs doing, so engrossed with the sight of you and how fucking glad he is that he didnât lose you because youâre both idiots that assume too much about what the other wants instead of communicating your feelings like normal adults.
you let out a little noise and his eyes flick back up to your face, his gaze immediately softening at the blissful expression on your face. to think, he couldâve been seeing you like this the whole time if he had the balls to admit how he felt sooner. but thereâs plenty of time for him to pout about it later because right now you need him, and he needs you, too, so why waste time thinking about that when he can think about how good you look taking his cock?
he leans down because he canât resist kissing your beautiful face one more time, and finally he pushes into you, letting out a loud whine at the same time you moan his name. the sound of your voices joined together goes straight to his dick as he pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back into you with renewed energy.
âbabyâ fuck,â he groans, his grip on your body tightening as his thrusts begin to grow faster and rougher. âso good to me.â
you clench hard around him at the nickname, clinging onto him as you squeeze your eyes shut.
and then without warning everything hits you all at once, and you go boneless in his arms as he whimpers and groans and gasps and holds you tight and he probably told you he loves you about a million times as he was cumming too but you canât hear anything as you lay exhausted on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with your ears ringing.
even with his shaking hands you can still feel the gentleness in joshuaâs touch as you start to come back down, the warmth of his breath on your cheek as his fingers lightly brush your hair out of your face, feeling him twitch inside you before he slowly pulls out.Â
with his own orgasm following just barely after yours that was probably some kind of record for the fastest round ever, but you donât even have the strength to care. so what if he usually fucks you for hours on end? all you care about is the fact that heâs tracing your collarbones with a fucked-out little smile on his face and itâs probably the cutest thing youâve ever seen in your entire life.
with a soft grunt he stands up, and you call out his name with all the energy you have left.
âjoshua?â
âmhm?â
âcan you stay?â you ask, and somehow you both know youâre talking about more than just for the next few minutes.
he smiles. âwouldnât wanna be anywhere else.â and when he comes back with a towel and a wet wipe and apologizes for how fast it all was and promises to give you more whenever you want because heâs officially yours now, you know heâs telling the truth.
even when heâs doing nothing at all, joshua never fails to make your head spin.Â
laying in the dark with you, his fingers absentmindedly twirling your hair as you snuggle into his chest, you canât even begin to find the words to explain how good it feels knowing he loves you and you love him back.Â
but it doesnât seem like he needs words right now. all he needs is you.
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Tour Break ft. Lisa and Jennie
pairings: Jennie Kim/M!OC, Lisa/M!OC rating: Explicit word count: 3.7k summary: A few months have passed since your last encounter with Jennie. When a tour stop brings the girls near your university, they decide to pay you a visit. PART ONE HERE. tags: size kink, semi-public sex, stomach bulge, rough sex, footjob A/N: may have gotten a bit carried away. hope yall enjoy!
After that night with Jennie, the following weeks leading up to their tour changed for you completely. Instead of preparing to go off to university, you began spending more time with your sister and her friends. It was an effective way to lose that embarrassed little sibling complex. Mostly though, it was because being around them offered more chances for Jennie and you to sneak off and fool around.
And boy did you two fool around. You had to have easily been the luckiest person in the country during that time. Eventually, though, it came to a close as they went back on tour and you went off to university.
You kept in touch through texts and sneaking in the occasional FaceTime when possible, but it wasn't until the end of your spring term that you got to see them again. It wasn't even a personal visit; it just so happened they were playing at the local stadium near your university.
You had received a text from Jisoo that you were to meet them for lunch later in the day. As happy as you were to see your sister, you found yourself anxious to see Jennie. It had been more than a few months now. Would she still be interested in your arrangement? Would she still be interested in you, or had the thrill disappeared? You supposed there was only one way to find out.
You walked through the front doors of the restaurant you were to meet them at, and the hostess led you to the table where they were waiting. Immediately, you were greeted with high-pitched voices and limbs swallowing you into hugs.
Okay, maybe you hadnât completely gotten rid of the little sibling complex.
"You look so different with all that scruff!" Rosie exclaimed, running a hand over your chin, her fingers brushing against your stubble. âI bet all the girls on campus fall for this.â
âI do alright for myself,â you joked.
Some light-hearted laughter echoed in the restaurant and you found yourself scratching the back of your neck as you stole a look at Jennie. As everyone took their seats you placed yourself next to Jisoo and across from Jennie. You stole another glance at her but, to your disappointment, she seemed to be acting completely normal.
Of course she was, you silently chastised yourself, Did you expect her to suck your dick right in front of Jisoo?
âI want to hear all about it. How has your first year been?â Jisoo questioned, placing her chin on her hands.
"Really? You guys have been traveling the world and you want to hear about how school has been?" you asked.
"Duh! And make sure you leave in all the dirty details," Lisa chimed in, a smirk on her features.
"I think we can do without that part," Jisoo said, her face scrunching up.
"Speak for yourself!" Lisa retorted.
Her words earned laughter from everyone except Jisoo, and you felt yourself slowly beginning to relax. Among her many talents, you found that Lisa was an expert at lightening the mood in any given situation.
"Where do I begin..."
You proceeded to recount the events that had occurred in your first semesters at university. The parties - which Lisa seemed particularly interested in hearing about - the friends, your classes, and even the few girls you had what could loosely be called relationships with. Though admittedly, you might have intentionally overplayed those stories. Judging by the way Jennieâs expression subtly shifted when you told the stories, it had worked. Or, you hoped it had.
Christ, you were getting bold. Playing games with one of the most desired women on the planet?
"Wow, I canât believe my baby brother is sounding like an adult," Jisoo said, placing a hand on yours as you finished. "Youâre practically a man now."
You scoffed before pulling your hand away teasingly. "God, when did you get so sentimental?"
She laughed, hitting your arm playfully before turning back to the group.
"To be fair, I think heâs been a man for a while now," Jennie spoke up for the first time, her gaze zeroing in on yours.
You played it off with a laugh, but you could feel your face heating up. Beneath that, there was a tinge of fear. Was this payback for provoking her? It had to have been. Of course, Jennie had always been flirty, however where it had been innocent in the past, you now had a history. If it could be called that. And you werenât exactly sure how Jisoo would react to that history. But you had prodded her, now you had to deal with whatever came next.
You took a sip of your drink, recovering your composure before changing the direction of the conversation. "So, how is the tour going? You guys are on the last leg right?"
There was a collective nod before Jisoo spoke, "Itâs been wonderful. I really wish mom and dad would have let us take you to some of these places."
"Why do you say â THAT!?"
The last word came out almost as a high-pitched yelp and you immediately went into a coughing fit to try and mask it. Jisoo looked concerned, as did Rosie, while Lisa bore a smirk and Jennie seemed almost indifferent.
"Sorry, I must have gotten something stuck in my throat, go on," you coughed.
Jisoo patted you on the back to make sure you were okay before continuing her answer. You, however, were no longer listening. That was because there was currently a foot pressed against your inner thigh unbeknownst to anyone else. When you looked across the table, you had no doubt about who the culprit was.
Truth be told it was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. Jennie stared back at you, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. Her eyes, meanwhile, were practically daring you to react and say something. When you didnât, you swore her smirk grew more bold, her foot pushing higher against your thigh.
"âŠWell, we did New York in December, it looks amazingâŠ" Jisoo continued on.
You nodded your head, trying to remain focused as Jennieâs foot rubbed up your leg until she reached the height she wanted. Her toes curled slowly as she moved to press against your crotch. At this point, you were already starting to get hard and had to move your chair in more so Jisoo or Rosie wouldnât see.
"How was the crowd overseas? Good?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation and any attention away from what was happening underneath the table.
"Oh, they were amazing," Jennie spoke. When you turned your attention to her, she was simply smiling as normal, despite that the sole of her foot was now rubbing your erect cock through your jeans. "There was so much excitement and energy. I literally felt like the crowd was just going to explode."
While the other girls just nodded in agreement, you closed your eyes briefly. Lisa began speaking but at this point, you were barely registering what any of them were saying. Jennieâs foot continued to jerk you off over your clothing, rubbing you as furiously as possible without being noticed. At one point, her toes pressed against your zipper and you wondered if she just might free your cock from its constraints. That would be terrible. So why did you want it to happen so badly?
âAre you okay?â Rosie asked, giving you a glance.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, you're fine. You just need a drink," you said, trying to give your best smile before sipping your water slightly. You could see Jennie smirking out of the corner of your eye. You still didnât know what she was playing at but you also werenât sure you cared at this point either.
Rosie gave you a concerned look but they soon carried on with telling their tour stories. Your mind, however, was focused somewhere else. Jennieâs toes had worked down the zipper of your pants and had slid inside just enough to allow more contact with your hard cock, her sole rubbing against the stiff length as she jerked you off.
You tried to keep yourself together. You really did. But eventually, it got to be too much and you leaned back in your chair. You tried to disguise it as simply stretching but judging by the look Jennie was giving you, you doubted that was how she took it. You felt the pre-cum dripping onto her feet as she continued her assault. Fuck, you were going to cum. There was no way you would be able to hold out much longer.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jisoo asked, turning to face me. "You look like you're burning up."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Maybe just a little hungry. Are the appetizers here yet?" you said, hoping your excuse would work.
"Actually, that's a good idea. I could go for some food too," Rosie chimed in.
"I'll check on the status," Jennie spoke up. "I need to use the ladies room anyway."
You let out a sigh of relief when Jennie's foot left your lap. But the relief was short-lived as you watched her stand up and make her way around the table. You held your breath, wondering if she would say anything but, instead, she placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it before walking away.
The contact was brief, and it could have meant nothing but you knew better. You were certain of it. She was just making sure that the message was sent.
"I'm going to head to the bathroom as well," you said, standing as you held your napkin over your lap awkwardly.
You quickly scurried away, following after Jennie, catching up to her before she made her way to the bathroom. "What the hell was that?"
Jennie looked at me with her eyebrows raised, an innocent expression on her features. Her words, however, were anything but, "What? Did none of your little campus sluts do that for you?"
"So you were jealous then?" you asked.
"Do I have something to be jealous about?" she said simply before making her way towards the ladies' room.
Maybe it was indignation, maybe it was anger; hell maybe it was just because you were still horny. Whatever the reason you found yourself following Jennie into the bathroom. As the door swung closed behind you, you grabbed her by the arm and spun her to face you. Your lips pressed hard against hers in a heated kiss.
Christ. It had been so long that you almost forgot how soft her lips were.
Almost.
You pulled her tightly against you, pressing your body hard into hers. Your tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her as the kiss intensified. Your hand traveled down her body, slipping under her skirt and grabbing a hold of her firm ass. You could feel that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Hoping this would happen were you?" you muttered against her lips.
âBaby, Iâve been going commando for months now,â she whispered. Her breath was hot against your ear causing your cock to twitch from the sensation.
âGod Iâve missed youâ you muttered.
Not wanting to wait anymore, you got rid of your own pants, sliding them down past your knees. Jennie positioned herself up, using the sink as a counter and spread her legs for you; her wet, glistening pussy looking up at you in the eye.
You gripped the base of your cock, positioning yourself at her entrance and thrust yourself inside her.
"Fuck~!"
Jennie was still just as tight as you remembered and your hands immediately went to her hips. You started pumping her hard and fast, your hips snapping back and forth as her legs wrapped around your waist.
"Oh my God~" she groaned, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss.
Her tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the familiar territory.
Your lips locked in a frenzy as you both tried to express months of pent up sexual frustration. Jennie's pussy gripped you tight, squeezing and milking your cock as you fucked her.
âYou thought you were cute with your little act earlier didnât you?â you grunted as you pulled out and slammed back into her with more force than before causing her to squeal in surprise, and pleasure.
âYouâŠliked itâŠdidnât you,â she shot back, her words coming out in short pants. Your sudden change in roughness caused her to move one hand to the sink, gripping tightly as her body shook each time you entered her.
Rather than answer immediately one of your hands moved to her throat, choking her lightly as you continued to fuck her, "It was embarrassing."
There was a brief moment of surprise on Jennie's expression before a devilish smile crept across her lips. "Someone's gotten into a few new kinks while I was away." Her hand rose to cover over the top of yours, imploring you to squeeze tighter as her fingers curled against your hand.
Not bothering to respond, you focused on the task at hand as you quickened your thrusts. This was different from your usual dynamic with Jennie but you didn't hate it. Far from it in fact. And clearly you weren't alone in that sentiment. You could feel her pussy clenching around you. Her breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling, breasts heaving, and her skin flushed. It was an expression you hadn't seen in a while.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
Jennie nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip, stifling a moan as her orgasm was building.
You could tell she was close by the way her pussy tightened around your cock and the look on her face.
"Go on then, cum for me, Jennie" you grunted, releasing her throat and leaning down to kiss her once more.
As soon as you released her she gasped for air, her head rolling back against the mirror as she let out a loud cry, her body convulsing around you as she came hard. Her juices spilled down your shaft as you kept pounding her through her orgasm.
It was the sexiest thing you had witnessed since, well, the last time you had fucked Jennie. Finally she relaxed and elicited small moans as you continued to slide in and out of her, chasing your own release, knowing it wasnât far now.
âI thought Iâd find you two in here.â
Your mind registered the presence of a third voice, but your body was too far gone. Thrusting into the singerâs sweet pussy a few more times you felt your balls tighten. Grabbing Jennieâs slim waist you pulled her close against you before you erupted into her. Your hips jerked erratically a few more times as your seed shot to her womb.
âChristâŠyou werenât lying about how much he cums, Jen,â the third voice said.
Unbeknownst to you, her eyes were fixated on your fluids currently leaking out of Jennie. It took another moment but finally your brain began to function properly again. You tore your gaze away from Jennie, to see Lisa standing there, hands on her hips and her tongue licking her lips.
âLisa! Shit!â You mightâve jumped backwards were it not for Jennieâs legs still being hooked around your waist. âItâs not what it looks like.â
âYou mean youâre not balls deep inside one of your sisterâs best friends?â Lisa asked, manicured eyebrows raised.
You hesitated for a moment, âOkayâŠMaybe it is exactly what it looks like.â
Jennie, who had finally started to recover as well, brushed aside her sweat soaked bangs, âRelax. You donât have to worry about Lisa.â
âYou told her?â
âI came to my own conclusions,â Lisa answered. âWe were both there on that dance floor, remember? Jen just got to you first.â
There was something undeniably hot about that. That two of the most desired women on the planet had wanted you, going so far to outmaneuver one another to get to you first. Briefly you wondered what it mightâve been like if that night had ended with the two of them. Boldly, you wondered if you might be about to find out.
âFirst come, first serve, Lili,â Jennie grinned. She pushed you back so she could slide from atop the sink, your release dripping down her thigh.
âYouâre not jealous?â you asked, remembering her earlier reaction when you mentioned seeing other girls.
Jennie rolled her eyes. Her hand reached down, fingers curling around your cock as she slowly stroked you to cut down on your refractory period, âAre you comparing Lisa to one of these campus sluts?â
âN-no, not necessarily,â you moaned.
âGood,â Jennie kissed your cheek. âThen bend her over this sink and fuck her like a good boy before your sister starts asking questions.â
Yep. That did it alright. You were back to full mast from those words alone. You turned your gaze to see that in the time you had been talking to Jennie, Lisa had stripped out of her clothes. Your cock gave a twitch at the sight. Jennie was hardly the only one of Jisooâs friends you had fantasized about. It was all three if you were being honest with yourself. Now here you were staring at Lisaâs toned, perfectly fit body.
Lisa bit her lip, smiling and giddy with excitement as she stepped towards you. She turned, wiggling her tight ass against your crotch as she looked over her shoulder at you, biting her bottom lip, "Don't be shy, stud. Jennie's told me plenty of stories."
That made you curious. It also made you not want to disappoint her. There was no sense of pressure, maybe because you just had your balls drained and any nerves along with it. Instead what you felt was an excitement and eagerness to get to it. âAre you sure you can handle it?â you asked, feeling confident.
Lisa merely winked at you and gave another shake of her tight ass, âWhy don't you find out.â
You briefly spotted Jennie out of the corner of your eye, her eyes practically glowing with anticipation at what would come next. One hand grabbed Lisa's slender waist while the other pushed against her back, bending Lisa over the sink. She giggled as she gripped the white porcelain for balance, moaning when she felt your cock start to probe her entrance.
You found her already dripping from her sex, running your cock along her folds before roughly sliding into her. "Shit" you moaned, the feeling of her tight sex enveloping you from the start. Your thick cock was splitting her in half and you could hear Lisa moan as her head fell forward.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't you dare stop," she told you. "Give me all of it, stud."
You didn't need any further instruction. You kept working your cock into her until you finally bottomed out inside of her, your balls pressed flush against her rear. It was heavenly. How many people around the world wanted to do this? Yet you were the one fucking the Thai princess in a restaurants bathroom.
You reached forward, one hand wrapping around Lisa's neatly done ponytail and pulled back her head raising. Her eyes locked with yours as you began to slowly withdraw your cock before slamming back into her.
"That's so fucking hot," you heard Jennie say.
Had your attention not been solely focused on fucking Lisa you might've spared her a glance. As it was, you were entranced by the talented dancer; your rhythm steadily increasing as she propped herself up against the sink. Fucking Lisaâs lithe, fit body was a whole different experience. Each time you moved inside of her, you felt like you might break her. Like your cock might punch through her cervix and bulge against her stomach. And yet Lisa took every inch like a goddess.
âShit. Shit. Shitâ she chanted, her body shaking with each thrusts, her head still pulled back, âYouâre going to fucking break me. Is that what you want, stud? You want me to walk on stage with a limp from being fucked so good, huh?â
Your cock swelled inside of her at the thought. The filthy words driving your passion. You watched your reflection in the mirror, pounding the global starlit from behind. Truth be told you almost didnât recognize yourself. In the span of a few months you had gone from drooling over your sisters friends and nearly coming yourself just from some provocative dancing to taking charge and fucking Jennie and now Lisa.
It made you realize her words were exactly what you wanted to do.
"That's exactly what I want to do," you grunted in response. One hand moved to slip around her throat, squeezing lightly as the other still held her ponytail, "I want my cum dripping down your leg when Money plays and you're dancing on stage."
Lisa moaned, struggling to maintain a state of coherence let alone form a proper response to your words. Fortunately, Jennie was more than willing to provide commentary as her fingers played with her own clit.
"Yeah? Are you going to sit in the front row to make sure?" she asked.
"That's right," you grunted.
You didn't know if you'd ever be able to look at Lisa the same again after this. Let alone when she was on stage performing an array of provocative moves. But logic no longer mattered. You were completely lost in the moment, saying anything and everything as long as it heightened the moment.
Too much. It was too fucking good. It was â
âOh f-fuck,â Lisa let out, her eyes rolling back.
Her body tightened, her walls squeezing your length as her orgasm hit like an ocean wave on a stormy night. You weren't far behind, in fact as she shuddered against you you continued to thrust into her tight pussy. You buried yourself deep inside of her when your own release finally hit, painting her insides with your seed.
By the end of it you were utterly spent. And you weren't the only one either. Lisa slumped against the sink, letting it support her weight.
"I think I...I need a few minutes," she babbled.
Jennie licked her fingers, cleaning them of her own release. "Don't worry, stud. I'll take it from here. You go back before Jisoo really starts to ask questions."
You could only nod dumbly as your cock slipped out of Lisa, your cum seeping out of her hole. Needless to say, this had been one hell of a reunion.
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The first and only girl Martin goes out with is openly bisexual.
He doesn't know if she counts, if he's being honest â it wasn't a crush, he knows that, and years down the line, when he thinks back to it, he can't remember them ever having a proper conversation about the whole status of their single-night relationship. He knows she had short hair, and sat in front of him in math class, and needed a date to the fall semi-formal so she'd asked if he was busy that weekend, and he'd said no, and then she'd asked if she could borrow a pen, and he'd said yes. He couldn't remember her name if he tried.
He does remember the pink and blue bracelet on her wrist that she'd worn to the event itself, and then to get ice cream after, where he'd sat on the curb of some old parking lot at the edge of town with her and her friends and her friends' boyfriends and her friends' boyfriends' friends, none of which were his friends, because Martin didn't have many of those. Except maybe the girl whose name he couldn't remember. Though he's not sure if maybe-probably-not-girlfriends count as friends too when you're in high school.
"D'you like it?" she'd asked once she'd noticed him staring, holding up her wrist and not seeming to care as ice cream dribbled down her spoon and fingers.
"It's nice," Martin had said, because he's nothing if not honest. "Did you make it?"
She'd nodded. "It's a bi flag," she'd explained. "I'm bisexual."
"Oh," Martin had said.
"You know what that is, right?" she had asked. "Like, when you like boys and girls?"
"I know," Martin had said, even if it had maybe slipped his memory until she'd brought it up. "That's cool."
And then she'd nodded, and ate her ice cream, and Martin had taken her home with as little a fanfare as he had picked her up earlier that evening. And then winter break had rolled around, and she'd been put in another class the following semester, and then life and bills had finally caught up with him and there wouldn't be another semester after that. He'd never seen her again, so he'd never got a chance to ask. Never got a chance to choke down that knot in his throat when he'd left her house that evening, unable to get the words out.
He doesn't remember her name anymore, but he does remember the jealous ache he'd felt at her certainty.
Martin's first boyfriend is definitely gay.
That's how they meet each other, really â in a gay bar, where Martin has met plenty of other men (testing the waters, he's been telling himself; no harm in a little exploration) and gone home with them, except this one asks for his number afterward, and this one calls him back, and this one actually seems to want to go out for drinks the next week, and the week after that, and before Martin knows it he's quite certain that he's dating this man. It's wonderful, whirlwind of an experience. It's exhilarating.
It's bloody terrifying.
And it's not being with a man that sets his anxiety on edge. Martin...Martin likes men. That's definitely a part of his identity that he's been able to sort out, over the years. Martin likes men, and he likes dating men, and he likes having sex with men, and he'd probably even marry a man, if he had the chance, if that's where one of these loose and languid relationships end up.
It's justâ
It's just thatâ
It's just that Martin always seems to be the odd one out in these groups. It's just that when Martin meets up with his boyfriend's friends at the bar, when they're all laughing and sharing jokes and clinking their drinks together in some toast that Martin had missed the dedication to, they all just...get it somehow. They know who they are. They all have some special word for themselves that fits them like a tailored suit: Jacklyn is a butch lesbian, and Lee is trans, and Tom is a bear, and Jordan is gay and genderqueer and Collin is a drag performer andâ
He's a few drinks in, to put it lightly, when he leans over to his definitely-boyfriend and asks him how he knew he was gay.
"How did I know?" he echoes, taking a sip from his fizzy drink. "Easy, I liked men." And then he laughs like Martin has just told a funny joke, and maybe he has and doesn't realize it, so he tries to laugh along. Tries to ignore the ache in his chest.
Martin wishes it were that simple. And when the two of them break up, Martin wishes that he ached just as badly over the relationship too.
Tim and Sasha are bi. Well, no, Tim is bi, and Sasha isâ
"Pansexual," Sasha says through a mouthful of reheated spaghetti. She holds a finger up as she chews, swallows, and then adds, "Well, I mean. It's like the same genus, I guess."
"Like a leopard and a cheetah," Tim chimes in, leaning over to put an arm around her shoulders. She puts a hand against the side of his face to put some space between them, knocking his glasses askew.
"Leopards and cheetahs are different genuses," she tells him. "You're thinking of leopards and jaguars."
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh nuh uhâ"
"Uh huh uh huh uh huhâ"
And it'sâ
He likes Tim and Sasha. They're easy to exist around. They don't make him feel like he's not welcome at the end of the lunch table, or like he has to be anything more than simply himself in their presence. Call it bonding over the shared trauma of all being trapped down here together. Tim's jokes about Jon never letting them see the sun are starting to feel less like jokes these days, and more like statements of fact.
Then Tim leans over, seating his chin in his knuckles, and says, "So, Martin, you going to pride this year?"
And then all of those nice, floaty feelings suddenly come crashing out of solution and dropping down into the pit of his stomach. It must show on his face, because Tim's smile falls as he backpedals.
"O-or not!" he says, holding his hands up peaceably. "I meanâ geez, sorry, I usually think I'm pretty good at noticing these things, but if you're notâ"
"What? Oh, no no, you're fine, I'm definitelyâ" There's something on the tip of Martin's tongue that he can't put a word to, hasn't been able to put a word to for a long time. "...not straight. Er, Iâ I like...guys, at least...?"
A smile curls across Tim's face â amused, but not cruel. "Hey, that's at least one thing we've got in common," he says and holds up his fist for a bump. The spark of anxiety hasn't quite fizzled away, but it's pushed far enough down that Martin feels he can humor him.
To his equal relief and horror, Jon strolls into the room not a minute later and sticks himself firmly in the crosshairs of Tim's sights.
"Boss-man," he greets.
"Tim," Jon greets back, neutrally. He strolls over to the kitchenette, digging out a tea bag out of the cabinet.
"Are you going to pride this year?"
Martin chokes on his drink.
"No," Jon says, retrieving a tea bag and filling his mug as if Tim had simply asked him about the weather.
"C'mon," Tim purrs. He reaches over and gives Jon a tug by his belt loops. "You're just gonna sit at home all weekend and leave us to have all the fun?"
"I don't particularly find crowds 'fun,'" Jon retorts, batting away his hand. He picks up his mug. "You'll have to suffer without me."
"How will we ever go on," Tim laments.
"You'll manage," Jon says, then promptly retreats to his office.
Martin simply sits there with his mouth hanging open, only daring to speak once he hears the final click of the door pulled shut. "...Jon...?"
Tim looks over to him, eyebrow quirked. "What?"
"Jon."
"Oh." A smirk tugs at the corner of Tim's lips. "You didn't know?"
"Whâ no!" It's not even that Martin has ever really assumed that Jon is straight. It's just that, out of people in the office to be open about their sexualities, there's Tim and Sasha, and then there's Jon. It's justâ it's Jon. "Did he tell you that?"
Tim shoots a look to Sasha. "Well, no," he admits, "but you know how it is, you work with someone long enough and you just sort of...get a vibe, yeah?"
Sasha nods at this assessment. "Plus the fact that he did agree to go on a date with David that one time."
"Oh god, haha! I forgot about that."
"He's gay, right?" Sasha says, looking to Tim.
"I'm pretty sure he mentioned an ex-girlfriend once," Tim notes, poking his fork into his salad. "Bi, maybe...? I'm going to go with bi."
"Could also be pan," Sasha notes.
Tim thinks on this for a moment. "Mm, no, definitely bi I think. My bi-dey senses are tingling. Sorry Sash," he concludes, earning him a light kick to the shin from Sasha at the pun. He shoves a forkful of salad in his mouth before redirecting his attention back to Martin. "So, Martin. Pride, yay or nay?"
"Uhâ" Martin blinks, viscerally aware of himself once more. He's not sure how to put I've never really thought about going into so many words that doesn't make him sound incredibly lame or formerly catholic, so in the end he decides on a redirect. He clears his throat. "I'm...not sure? Haven't really decided."
"That's fine," Tim says with a half shrug. "Though we'll be there, so if you do end up going, just text us and we'll meet up, yeah?"
There's a little plant inside Martin, something green and budding, but never able to bloom â always pruned too early, or watered too late, or bitten off by the frost. But some days, he thinks about opening the curtains and letting in the sun. Some days, he thinks about letting it bloom, finally, fullyâ
"Yeah," Martin says softly, looking up from his open palms. "Yeah, that'd...that'd be good."
And despite himself, he smiles.
Martin isâ
Martin is quite certain he has never been sweatier in his life.
It's a wonderful time. It's bright. It's beautiful. He's seen so many colors and grins and glitter on more people than he can count today. People holding hands and people kissing and people dressed in outfits he can't even begin to describe, genders he can't even begin to put names to, flags he can't even begin to guess the meaning of. His heart feels so big in his chest he could die, pushing on the bars of his rib cage with each resounding thu-thump, and it's wonderful, wonderful, wonderfulâ
(And so very isolating. So very lonely when he feels like he's not meant to be there, like he wasn't invited, like he's invading this space carved out in neat rows of labels that he can't even straddle properly to get in line. He doesn'tâ he can'tâ)
Martin finds a moment of shade just as he feels he's teetering on the edge of heat exhaustion. He stumbles under the awning, smearing the sweat and residual glitter out of his eyes as he leans his head back against the wall. Music hums from the street over, voices carry on the warm summer air. He really needs to find something to drink, so he can appreciate it more instead of focusing on the way his shirt clings to his skin. He really should find Tim and Sasha, before they get off into any trouble.
Someone lets out a huff next to him as they lean back against the wall, and Martin peels open an eye to look.
And then both his eyes snap open at once, double taking at the man standing next to him. He doesn't seem to notice him at first, too focused on fanning himself with some pamplet he'd snagged along the way, but then his gaze shifts sideways, and the pinched expression smooths out into one of blank bewilderment.
Jon blinks, wide eyed. "Martin."
Okay, well that at least solves the issue of whether or not Martin is supposed to be pretending not to know him or not. He clears his throat, trying to smile. "Jon...h-hi."
It's not even the fact thatâ okay, well, yes, seeing Jon at a queer event is pretty weird, but seeing Jon outside of work, in jeans no less, is certainly not helping the sensation that Martin might very well be hallucinating this interaction. He looks him up to his thick-lensed glasses, down to his plain sneakers that have seen better days, and even pinches himself for good measure. Jon doesn't move. Martin isn't sure that he himself would be able to move either, even if he wanted to.
Then Jon's brow furrows, and he looks around. "Are Tim and Sasha around...?"
"Oh, n-no, they went off," Martin gestures vaguely in the direction he'd last seen them, "somewhere."
"Ah."
"Mm."
"Right."
"...What...are you doing here, exactly?" Martin finally asks in some burst of unsourced courage.
Jon's winces, red-handed. Not that Martin would ever say anything to Tim or Sasha about their boss going to pride without them on his own time â it's honestly none of his business â but he also knows that if the two of them suspect something is up, they'll never let either of them live it down.
Jon sighs, shoulders drooping. "I...an old friend, sheâ she didn't wish to come alone this year, and apparently I'm the only other queer she knows that doesn't enjoy getting plastered off my arse at these types of events, soâ" Jon shrugs lightly.
There's something about the way Jon says it, the only other queer, that leaves a funny, prickling sensation in the center of Martin's chest, and it's not just the heat giving him a rash. It's just...it's nice. It's nice the way he says it, all casual like he's just giving Martin another report to follow up.
Jon pushes the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, giving Martin a sideways glance up and down. He redirects, "You know, I would have thought you'd be more, er..."
"More...?"
"...Well, dressed up, I suppose?" He gestures to Martin's outfit â a pair of khaki shorts with pockets stuffed to the brim in emergency snacks, a green t-shirt with the local football team logo, an old pair of sneakers he really needs to replace â in a vague enough gesture to slip just under the line of insulting, but still enough to make Martin feel horribly seen. Granted, Jon isn't much better in his plain blue polo, but the fact of Jon being in jeans at all is currently eclipsing the fact that he's a tad underdressed for the event.
Butâ
But it's not that Martin doesn't want to. It's not that Martin doesn't want to be a part of this moment, this moment, this microcosm in the middle of London of so many people like him. It's something he's always wanted. Something he's always dreamed of, something he'd thought about all the way back in his high school bedroom when he'd had all these feelings knotted up in his chest that he couldn't put a word to, still can't put a word to, doesn't know how to put a word to even though it's right there in front of him if he could just stretch out his fingersâ
"I thought about it," he admits with a shrug. Tim and Sasha were each dressed in a blinding shower of color and glitter, and he knows they'd never make him feel out of place. "It's just...there's too manyâ" He stops, takes a deep breath, and tries to ignore the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. "There's too many words, I guess?"
Jon pauses his lazy fanning, looking up at him. "Too many words?" he parrots.
Martin wets his lips. "Likeâ likeâ like, everyone has a word for themselves, y'know? They have a flag, they have a group, they haveâ have people that they can relate to, and then you feel like you find something that almost right, but it's not perfect, and youâ youâ"
And you don't fit in, Martin doesn't say, because the rushing stream of words has suddenly stopped up in his throat, choking him. And you definitely aren't straight, but you aren't queer like everyone else is. You aren't queer in the right way.
Jon looks at him for a considerable moment, and suddenly Martin is all too aware of his body, his bones, his sweat, the itchy prickling of his skinâ
Jon sighs as he gives him a half shrug. "So don't be anything."
The music from the street over lulls into a faint hum.
"What?" Martin says.
"So don't be anything," Jon repeats, enunciating as if he thinks that Martin misheard him. He frowns as he chooses his next words. "I'm not...it's...I..."
Martin waits quietly.
"I..." Jon says, "I guess when I was just starting toâ to figure things out, I was certain I was gay. And then I went to uni and I had...a multitude of other things to address, and then for a bit I was...straight? I guess? And that was a whole thing, and then I was bi, andâ well, I guess I'm technically still bi, but it's not...not exactly correctâ" He frowns, looking up at him. "I guess...it just doesn't really matter to me? You don't...have to be anything."
Martin opens his mouth. He closes it. "Butâ" he says, tongue feeling thick in his mouth, "butâ"
But then I have to be me, he doesn't say, even if the words are trying to push out past his teeth. But then the only thing I can be is me.
"...But that's scary," Martin says without meaning to, only hearing the words as they pass through his own lips. His eyes blow wide as he looks down at Jon (at his boss), and knows the simmering heat flushing down to his chest has nothing to do with the weather.
Jon stares at him for a quiet, considerate. And then he turns his head away and lets out a very undignified snort.
Martin feels his world tip onto its side.
It had to be a snort. It can only be a snort, even if Jon doesn't snort because Jon doesn't laugh, and Jon doesn't laugh because Jon doesn't smile, and Jon doesn't smile because Jon is typically too busy snapping at him over some stupid mistake he's made for the umpteenth timeâ
Jon looks up at him again, and he's downright grinning. Martin is quite certain he needs to be doused over the head with a bucket of ice water, or pinched hard enough to draw blood, or sent off to the hospital to get his head checked out because what the fuck. What the fuck.
"As my grandmother was so fond of reminding me, 'if it weren't scary, everyone would be doing it,'" Jon says finally, peeling off his glasses to wipe the sweat from the lenses onto his shirt. He places them back on his nose, then pushes himself up. "You should find Tim and Sasha," he says. "And I should find Georgie before I get left here. Again."
"Uh," Martin says, still trying to mentally recover from the fact that Jon smiled at him, and now everything feels like its been knocked into an alternate universe slightly to the left. His head feels weird. His chest feels weird. "Right."
"There's aâ" Jon points a thumb behind himself, "a place we can cut through, if you want toâ"
"Oh. Oh, yeah! Yeah, leadâ lead the way."
It's not perfect, Martin thinks.
It's not perfect, but it's close. It's close when they step out of the alley back onto that crowded street, when the colors all bleed into a mess of a million different rainbows as far as the eye can see. It's close when they both get sprayed with glitter, Jon scowling and swearing as he tries to get it off himself and sending Martin laughing so hard that his sides ache. It's close even with the heat, even with the noise, even with the shouting because there's laughter in between laughter in between laughter againâ
"Would you like a button?" a girl with green hair asks as she sits behind a table of every flag Martin has ever seen and then some. He takes a moment to look over each one carefully. Jon wanders up beside him, looks them through, and carefully selects a pink, purple, and blue one, to which he silently deposits in his pocket.
Martin picks up a plain rainbow one, considers it, and then pins it to the left side of his shirt.
It's not perfect, he thinks, but it's close enough.
#thought too much about martin being demiromantic and complicated during my writing warm up and accidentally wrote ten million words about it#oopsies#sorry in advance if this has like. ten million typos in it i cant be assed atm#the magnus archives#tma#milk writes
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I Try to Refrain (But Youâre Stuck in my Brain)
You have a dream about Paige, and it leads to some shocking revelations.
Paige Bueckers x Reader
Masterlist
Word Count: 1.2k
Themes: loneliness, reader realizes she's in love with her best friend, paige is a flirt (what's new?)
A/N: hi guys. sorry it's been a hot min. This election has made me miserable and my grandpa just died today so I wrote this to distract myself lol. I wanted to write something that wasn't fluff before coming out with a new part to I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit, so hopefully this will suffice. Please don't let this flop
Also Is There Somewhere is one of most favorite songs of all time you all should check it out if you've never heard it !!
Please enjoy:)
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There was simply no denying that being a college student was pretty fucking exhausting. Between your on-campus casual job, the extensive list of assignments you had racked up, and the overwhelming need to still have a social life, the circles under your eyes had become much more pronounced in the last few weeks.Â
You needed your beauty sleep, or else youâd be well on your way to looking like Shrek by the end of the semester. And because you had been on the hunt to end your single streak, looking like Shrek would be the worst thing to happen.Â
You giggle to yourself, the sleep deprivation clearly making you delirious. Checking your watch, you see that you had in fact been up for a whopping 28 hours. It was time for a seriously good nap. You throw your backpack onto the floor of your bedroom, tugging your sweatshirt off of you and flopping down onto your bed. The plushness engulfs you in warmth and comfort, lulling you into a deep, calming sleep, that you so desperately needed.
Or so you thought.
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You wake up panting. The air around you is suffocatingly hot, and you can feel the sheets twisted uncomfortably around your legs, trapping you in the warmth. Your heart is pounding against your chest, and you slide your hand across your sternum in a futile effort to soothe yourself.Â
The dream was quickly fading, and you squeeze your eyes in deep concentration, desperate to hold on to the remnants of it before they fled from your racing thoughts.Â
It was hazy. But the pounding of your chest and the fluttering that accompanied made you feel like you were missing a key detail. It was right on the tip of your tongue, inching further and further away the more you search for the answers.Â
You were in bed with another person. They were warm, and their laugh was enough to make you want to get down on one knee right then and there. You were cuddled up with them, the feeling of peace washing over you.
It has been a long time since you felt peace, and as you search for more clues to unearth your future love of your life, the wistfulness settles deep inside you. It mocks you, whispering into your ear that youâd never feel so lucky to be at peace with someone.Â
The last of the dream fades, and you groan, throwing your arm over your face and vowing to prove your meanest, most vile inner voices wrong.Â
Because, goddamn it, you did deserve to be loved. And maybe, just maybe, it would happen for you.Â
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You go to bed that night with a fierce determination to coax your brain into revealing more, and as you settle into bed, you pop two benadryl tablets.Â
âThisâll give me some good dreams,â you think slyly, before shutting your eyes and waiting for the next clue, sleep quickly overcoming your thoughts.
You sleep soundly, waking the next morning with a crick in your neck and long, blonde hair on your brain.Â
âHoly fuck,â you whisper, your dream still playing again in your muddled brain. âItâs a girl," you say incredulously.
"Or maybe an Australian surfer dude," you say sarcastically out loud to yourself.
"God, I'm losing it," you mumble, rubbing a hand over your sleepy eyes.
Her face was blank, deluding you of figuring out who it really was, but the familiar, tinkling laughter was playing on a loop. It was making you crazy.Â
Your thoughts drift back to being tangled up with lean limbs, the soft hair flowing over slim, strong shoulders and down the girlâs bare back. You recall how you had traced a line down the line of her spine, goosebumps erupting in the wake of your touch.Â
She was strong and delicate, a dichotomy of perfection that had your thighs clenching in want and your heart clenching in need.
You sigh. It felt almost real, and now it was being ripped from you every time you woke up. It felt unnecessarily cruel, and tears prick your eyes as reality sets in. You were escaping to a fantasy world in your dreams to avoid the crushing forlornness that was settling deep into your bones.Â
Loneliness was certainly the muse, it seemed.Â
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You meet up with your friends later that night, searching for a distraction from the blonde hair that was currently haunting every waking moment. As you cross campus to head to Aubreyâs apartment, you scold yourself as each blonde who passes you makes you glance hopefully in their direction.Â
There had to be something to jog your memory, unclouding the face you wanted nothing more to recognize. But each face elicited a disappointed pang in your stomach that spread an uncomfortable coldness through the rest of your body.Â
You shake your head as you approach Aubreyâs door, trying to rid yourself of the disheartened aura you were currently giving off.Â
You and Aubrey had become friends two years ago, and by extension, the rest of her team and her girlfriend had accepted you with open arms. You were looking forward to Caroline and Azziâs wisdom and kind smiles. And KK and Iceâs laughter would certainly be a great distraction.Â
Your mind gently drifts towards Paige before the door swings open with a large bang, and a loud, joyous cry erupts from the group of girls in the apartment.Â
You wave at them, cheeks turning pink from the attention. You scan the room, letting your brain secretly look for Paige, just to check to see if it would trigger the flashes of your dream.Â
You move towards the kitchen, joining into a heated discussion KK and Jana were having about Legos, eyes still darting around curiously.
âIâm obviously the best and fastest builder,â KK boasts, sticking her tongue out childishly at her teammate, and you giggle, taking a sip of your drink as Jana voraciously defends herself and her Lego-building abilities.
It was almost subconscious. You step back, as if you were being pulled against your will, and you hit a wall of warmth and muscle. Your heart lurches as your mind registers what was happening.Â
âDamn, ma. I gotchu, donât worry,â Paige mumbles in your ear, chuckling as you turn into a bumbling mess in her firm grasp.Â
âOh, god. Iâm sorry, P,â you whisper, not trusting your full voice. You steady yourself, proud that you at least did not spill your drink.Â
Her hand slides down your side to rest heavily on your waist, and her touch ignites a fire in your belly. Your breath hitches as you look up at her. Her hair is down for once, flowing across her shoulders, and your head spins as she laughs again.Â
You knew that laugh.
âNever gonna complain about having to rescue a pretty girl,â she flirts, and you turn your head, not wanting her to see the way her words sent your face up in a blaze of heat. The realization hits you like a crashing wave.
Your dream was about Paige fucking Bueckers.
Your friend, Paige Bueckers.Â
You were so goddamn fucked.
Maybe that wouldnât be such a bad thing.Â
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iii. "im not a princess, this aint a fairytale"
Pairing: older brother's best friend!Sam x fem!reader
Summary: Older brotherâs best friend!Sam Monroe who was the first to break your heart when you were 14 and he was 16.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1.5k
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You were ecstatic when you entered high school, there were more opportunities for you to see Sam instead of only seeing him when he came over. The night before your first day you imagined all the ways you could possibly see him; in the hallways, having lunch together, maybe and hopefully just one class together.Â
And your first semester didnât disappoint. The first few weeks were equally nerve-wracking and exciting. As you were entering a brand new, bigger school, you didnât know where your classes were. And you got lost often, getting swept away by the larger crows in the narrow halls into some part of the school you had never been in. But Sam was somehow always there to save you by grabbing your heavy textbooks in one hand, your hand in the other and quickly leading you to your class.Â
âI know itâs hard, but you have to push your way through these assholes. Especially the ones who stand right in the middle of the fucking hall.â And he gestured to the group who were indeed standing in the middle of the hall and walked right through them, taking you with him. You apologized to the girl you shouldered.
âSam, we couldâve just gone around them!â
âYeah, we couldâve. But what do they expect standing there?:
âI donât think itâs that serious.âÂ
âYes it is, now's the time to learn how to put your foot down or theyâll walk all over you.â
Or when he helped you learn how to open your locker because you just couldnât get it, âItâs clockwise, then counterclockwise but skip the second number, then go directly to the last number clockwise.â
Maybe the lockers were just old, but you remember the time when he was sure he got the combination right but it just wouldnât open. And he kept trying, whispering âfuck you, fuck you.â
âSam, my class is about to start, hurry!â You were only half serious, the other part of you couldnât help but find his frustration and growing panic funny. You covered your laugh with your hand as he looked at you with wide eyes, âitâs not fucking opening.â
You burst out laughing when he finally got it open because it took him aggressively pulling at the lock and a fall to the ground.
And you loved walking to your third hour because the two of you would cross paths, and not a day would go by where he wouldnât say hi with a small wave, and a gentle ruffle to your hair if he was close enough. You felt special because out of all the people and his own friends heâd see, you were the one heâd acknowledge.Â
But your favorite times together was when he would walk you home and carry your extremely heavy backpack for you. It was the best way to end the school day, the two of you recapping your days. How hard a test was, what you had for lunch, how annoying a particular teacher was, and any other anecdotes. You thought whatever the two of you were would only grow.
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You werenât exactly when it began happening, all you knew was that the boy you once got all starry eyed about was turning into the ones you didnât like. Â
Maybe it was when he got into the wrong crowd, the ones who always stunk of smoke and ditched school. You found it strange when you saw him being friendly with a few of them since he was always the one who turned you away from them, âPromise me you wonât end up like one of those morons, (y/n). That stuff is too fucking vile for you.âÂ
Or when he slowly stopped walking you home to go hang out with them. It made you sad but you understood that he couldnât dedicate all of his time after school to you. He had his own friends and hobbies. But were you right to be concerned when you noticed he started cutting classes and skipping school to be with said friends? You caught him one time, trying to sneak away and he seemed surprised to see you had seen him.Â
âHey, (y/n).â
âHi, Sam. Where are you going?â You asked softly, not wanting to anger him. He just seemed so angry and jumpy these days.Â
âWeâre just⊠gonna get an early lunch,â He could tell you didnât really believe him when all you gave was a small, tight lipped smile and single head nod, he came closer and dipped his head down as he whispered âIâll be back, I promise. And Iâll get you something if you keep quiet, okay?â
You felt like you didnât have a choice, you obviously werenât going to say no and force him to stay. And the bribe just didnât seem right, it gave you a strange feeling in your gut.Â
âNo, thatâs okay. I, um, I really have to get to class.â And you left with a small smile and quick turn, wanting the entire interaction to be over. It was weird to see him this way, and it left a weight on your shoulders to just let him go. Should you have at least tried to stop him? You looked out the window and were even more upset to see your brother with that group as well. Maybe it was seeing both of them this way, but you had the sudden urge to cry.Â
Sam did end up getting you a large Dr. Pepper, but you just couldnât will yourself to drink it and you threw it away. Â
With each passing day he was getting further and further away from you, but you continued to push through it, hoping that the boy who taught you how to ride a bike and saved your winter dance night was still in there. He had to be.Â
So you kept trying to talk to him. Which included helping him cut classes, reminding him of tests, telling him about your day. And maybe you were doing too much, and maybe you were embarrassing him in front of his cool friends. And maybe you shouldâve expected such a response.Â
âJesus, you are so fucking annoying. Donât you have any of your own friends?â
That one hurt the most. It wasnât just the fact that he knew you werenât the most sociable girl. In fact, it was hard for you to talk to others and to keep a conversation going. So the answer was no.Â
It was also the angry look he gave you. The furrowed brows, clenched jaw, and the eye roll he gave when you didnât answer. Youâd never seen him this way. It was always playful smiles and soft words. The closest you had seen him this angry was when you didnât bother to look both ways before crossing the street and you almost got run over, âyou couldâve gotten killed, I shouldnât have to tell you to look both ways when crossing a street.â
But that was tough love if anything, and he hugged you right after to calm you down because you were pretty shaken up and close to tears, âalright, thatâs enough, youâre fine.â
You stood there in front of him, eyes wide and chest rising and falling rapidly, willing yourself to stay collected and calm while it felt like your whole world was crumbling in front of you.Â
âJust⊠stay the hell away from me.â And he left.Â
The rest of the day was a blur since Samâs words left you dejected and shattered. You werenât focused in your classes and didnât pay any mind to what the people around you said. It was a constant replay of what he said to you and a constant fight to keep your emotions in. Who were you supposed to turn to for this?
You cried the entire night. You thought you were only being helpful, and to know that he actually saw you as a burden made you panic. For every little problem you had, you did end up going to him for help. For every stupid, little story you had, you ended up telling him. And when you felt lonely, you ended up going to him. But you couldnât help it. Sam always seemed so happy to fix whatever issue it was you were having, and he looked like he was deeply interested in your trivial tales, and he was just so fun to be around. He was funny and kind and gentle and where is he now?
Or did he always feel that way and put up a good front? No, it couldnât be that, it was too genuine. Did you happen to read too much into his actions? Possibly. Then you thought if the roles were reversed, kind of. If there was a younger girl in your life you certainly wouldnât treat her meanly. You would always have a helping hand extended out just in case she needed it. Like a big sister.Â
These thoughts and questions swirled in your mind until you came to the conclusion that you were just a young girl very in love with the older boy who only saw you as his best friend's young sister. And that he was done entertaining her and moving with his own crowd.
It was this that finally opened your eyes and made you go to sleep. It was your turn now to grow up and move on. Â
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AITA for asking my gf's son not to call me dad?
I (22M) have been dating my gf (24F) for 4 years now. She has a 7 year old whose dad isn't in the picture anymore - he hasn't been since the kid was born. My gf says he was abusive and I think there are some charges against him but as far as I know, nothing was proven. He has other kids too who he does have a relationship with but he doesn't have custody rights with my gf's son so they hasn't been allowed to have a relationship.
My gf and I live together and are both in college. I am going to be a surgeon and she wants to study science but she hasn't decided what to do with it yet. Because we're both busy with that, her son doesn't live with us full time. He stays with her parents during the week. This means that we have to dedicate our weekends to looking after the kid. I didn't really mind this at first but her parents are really pushing for her to look after him during the week now too, which we don't have time for. I hear how that doesn't sound great but the plan has always been that her parents will take care of the kid until she finishes with school. She has classes for 4+ hours from Mon-Thurs, plus she needs to spend a few hours studying every day, then she has labs on Friday for most of the day. I have classes all week for fewer hours each day but next semester I'll probably be doing an internship so I'll have more work to do. Then we pick up her kid on Friday evenings and spend the whole weekend with him. There's hardly any time for us to spend time alone together. I like her son and he's usually fun to have around but both of us are obviously stressed from having no down time so most weekends my gf and her son get into an argument or something and things escalate. I try not to get involved when that happens. Sometimes my gf and I are the ones who end up arguing and in that case, I usually go to my parents house.
Basically, I'm not super involved with the kid. Her parents want us to spend all of our free time on parenting despite originally agreeing that it was better if my gf focused on school. He has a dad who could probably be more involved but my gf and her family don't want him around. I've suggested that maybe it would be a better solution for her son to live with his dad full time, that way she can focus on school and then her career and still have time for herself and for us. I love her but she doesn't really have maternal instincts and she doesn't actually want kids, she has said a lot that she regrets not giving him up for adoption.
Recently, we were out for dinner with my gf's sister and kid, and the kid called me his dad. He's done this a lot and usually I just kind of ignore it, but no one else corrected him this time and I felt like the kid deserved the truth. I asked him then and there not to call me dad because he has a real dad who probably wouldn't like it. He didn't seem upset by it but my gf's sister lost it. She thinks I don't want the kid around and that I'm the reason my gf doesn't spend more time with him. She also thinks this was the first time my gf's son heard about his bio dad. Total conjecture, but she won't hear my side of it. The kid knows I havent been around since he was born so he obviously knows someone else must be his dad. I told my gf I don't think it's fair to let the kid call me dad when he has a real dad out there and she sort of agrees. She told her son not to call me dad anymore and they had a long talk about it. She still doesn't want the real dad involved but that's a whole other battle.
Here's why I think I might be the asshole: I said this to the kid in a moment of annoyance, which probably wasn't the way to bring it up. Like I said, he didn't seem upset by it but I wasn't there for the longer conversation so I don't know exactly. I think he's old enough to be allowed to know about his real dad in a more serious way. It's kind of messed up that he could run into his dad in the street (we live in a pretty small town) and wouldn't know it. I'm not his dad and for the foreseeable future, I won't be responsible for him as a parent because he still lives with his grandparents. I think it's reasonable to say that he shouldn't call me dad. So, AITA?
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TEACH ME (HOW TO MAKE HIM COME) | jack hughes
nhl masterlist, nsfw, @loveclaâs kinktober collection, chapter one:
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⎠chapter warnings: none
⎠word count: 2.5k
đ from me to you: are the whore hours open yet?
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âNEW TEA about Zack!â
Kiara shouts loudly, like she wants the whole campus to know about your crush on Zack Brian, the hottest guy at Anaheim University.
âDo you want everyone to know that weâre talking about him or what?â You whisper, rolling your eyes at her. Her black bangs move around her face as she sits beside you on the bench.
âNo oneâs here, baby, everyone left for summer break already,â she shrugs, crossing her legs. âJust because you wanted to stay for one more week before going to Newark it doesnât mean everyone else did the same.â
âAlright, alright, I get it,â you roll your eyes again, smiling. âWhatâs the tea about Zack?â
Her entire face lights up and she turns her body around, facing you. âI was in line to talk to Professor Marshall, right? You know I had to ask him about that internship at his office and all of that. But then, Lucy and Albany are right in front of me, and theyâre talking about Zack.â
âItâs not news to anyone that theyâre as obsessed with Zack as I am,â you try not to sound jealous, failing miserably. âWhatâs so new about that?â
âHereâs what's new: apparently, Lucy hooked up with him last Tuesday, and she said it didnât go well because Zack said, and I quote: âIâm more into experienced girls. Iâm not a teacher, so donât expect me to teach you how to ride my cockâ.â
Your mouth is wide open, your face burning with shame for Lucy. Part of you is sad for her, because sheâs a nice girl. But the ugly, jealous part of you is happy that she didnât work out with Zack.
âI know that youâre probably happy because they didnât fuck but listen, Zackâs an asshole for saying that,â Kiara bursts your bubble, making you frown.
âYeah, it wasnât nice of him to say that but⊠I mean. Itâs just what heâs into, right?â
âSarahââ
âOh my God,â you gasp, grabbing her hands. âI just realized that my chances with him are completely ruined!â
Kiara laughs. âBaby, what chancesââ
âHe likes experienced girls. Kiara, the last time I fucked a guy I was in High School! And,â you lower your voice, almost whispering. âIt was extremely shitty. Straight up awful. You know that!â
âMaybe this is the universe trying to tell you that heâs an asshole and you shouldnât go after him.â She answers, face serious as she sips on the iced latte long forgotten in your hand.
âI like him too much for that,â you mumble, and itâs true.
You got into AU a year ago, and it was the happiest moment of your life. A few weeks after your first semester ended, you found out who Zack Brian was. The most handsome, perfect guy to ever exist in your eyes.
Youâve met a lot of attractive guys and you had your fill of them too, but nothing like your crush on Zack. And when he talked to you for the first time? You melted. Even though he just asked if you were Zegrasâ sister and said that he was a fan of your brother.
He can be your brother-in-law if you want, you almost said, instead of just nodding and saying thank you like a normal person.
Hearing that Zack liked experienced girls sucked. You grew up protected by your brother and his friends, so it was rare for a guy to approach you without chickening out after meeting your brother for the first time.
With that, you had never dated before. In fact, the only time you got closer to that, Trevor punched the guy on the nose because he found out he had slept with another girl the night before asking you to be his girlfriend.
So, the first and only time you had sex, with a random, popular guy from your class, it had been horrible. The guy didnât prep you enough and besides that, he came in, like, three minutes, before running out of your room like his ass was on fire. You never really saw a dick up close, or even had a guy get you off, like most girls in your class used to do. You just watched from afar, not sure of what to do.
It wasnât like you didnât want to it again. You just never wanted someone enough to get naked in front of them.
âWhat do we do?â Kiara asks, and you smile at her, noticing how she said we instead of you.
âYour problems are my problems too,â she used to say.
âI donât even know,â you run your hands through your hair. âIâll have to find a way to get experience during summer.â
âIs he really worth it?â She stares at you, brown eyes showing concern.
âYeah,â you sigh, enamored. âHe is.â
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YOU WATCH Trevor get out of his car with Jack, Luke, Quinn and Cole with him, as he runs to you like he hadnât seen you for years.
âLilâ sis,â he shouts, dragging the s letter, making you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him briefly. You missed him a lot, but it was part of your siblings code not to hug each other for more than five seconds if it wasnât any holiday or birthday. âHowâs the ugliest sibling doing?â
âI was about to ask you the same thing,â you smile sweetly, slapping his chest. âGet out of here.â
âGet out? Baby, the partyâs just starting!â He shouts again, getting inside the big lake house he bought in Newark, where youâd be staying during most part of your summer.
You roll your eyes at his cockiness, quickly changing your expression so you could say hi to the other men around you. First Quinn, Cole, Luke and for lastâ
âHey, pretty,â Jack slowly wraps his arm around your waist, hugging you close as he presses his lips on your head. âHowâre you?â
âHey, Jacky,â you smile. âIâm fine. How âbout you? âBeen a while.â
He lets you go, smirking. He looked beautiful, freshly shaved and tanned.
âFine. And a while indeed. How come an entire season passed and you didnât go to my games, not even once?â
You raise your shoulders, biting your lip, a guilty smile decorating your face.
âI actually live a normal life, and I have classes,â you laugh, grabbing your bags and walking inside with Jack beside you. âItâs not like I can just miss school and fly to New Jersey.â
âTsc,â he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. âIâm disappointed.â
You bump his shoulder with your head, silently apologizing.
âNext time. I promise.â
Even if you were supposed to be having fun with the boys, you couldnât stop thinking about Zack and what you were supposed to do.
How does one learn how to have sex? you ask yourself, watching the party happening in front of you.
As the tradition goes, Trevor always throws a party when theyâre all off duty, calling every person he knows, which is a lot. His living room is packed with all types of people, mostly women, which makes your nose scrunch. Knowing that people wanted to have sex with your brother, and some of them even talked about it online, made you want to puke.
You sipped on your soda, looking around as a very sensual song, and not appropriate to a party at all played in the background. You could see your brother playing beer pong with a couple of boys, while Quinn talked with Leo and Luke. Jack was sitting on the couch with a blonde girl beside him, and things between them were definitely getting steamy as far as you could tell.
He has one of his hands around a can of beer and the other one around the girlâs shoulder, as she slowly caresses his thigh. After a minute or two, Jackâs eyes find yours, and he raises his eyebrow at you. Unfortunately, you were too busy looking at the girl to reply to his gesture.
The blonde moved with confidence, and even though she was being careful, she wasnât afraid. You could tell she would get what she wanted that night, and it made you wonder how itâd feel to be just like her.
Would Zack like you if you acted like that around him?
It must be nice to be confident about how you act around guys. Itâd feel so nice to walk into a room and know that all of the guys would kill for a night for you, and you would please them just fine. Youâd get them hard and ready to fuck you in seconds.
You frown. Just the thought of getting another guy hard made you blush, imagine doing the act yourself.
You needed help. No way in hell youâd learn how to actually please Zack by yourself.
The girl in front of you kisses Jack, climbing on his lap right after. For some reason, you canât take your eyes off them. Itâs not like you feel something for Jack, no, not really. You met him when you were a teenager, and he had always acted respectfully and protective around you. He called you pet names, yes, but most of the guys did. Even if he was the only one who called you pretty instead of things like Zegras number two or fun size.
Jack was like a best friend, and you liked him a lot. You havenât seen him that much lately, busy with college and classes, but looking at him now, you realize that he could be just what you needed.
He has always been known for being popular with the ladies. The rumors, the pictures, the editsâ Jack is like a sex god. He likes to fuck around during summer as much as he can, since when October comes, all he can think about is hockey.
So someone like him was perfect for someone like you. Right?
Right.
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YOU KNOCKED on Jackâs door before ringing the doorbell.
Last night you hadnât been able to talk to him, since he had been busy with⊠other things. So that would explain why youâre at his front door, at nine in the morning, wearing just a tank top and a jeans skirt, waiting for Jack to finally open the door.
Which he did, after two missed calls and ten minutes of pounding against his door. He was shirtless, his hair going in all directions and wearing just a NJ Devils sweatpants, that hung low in his waist.
âWhatâ Sarah?â He blinks. âDid something happen? Are you okay?â
You smile shyly at him, getting inside the apartment without saying anything. âSorry. I justâŠâ
You bite your lip. How the hell were you going to ask your friend of years to teach you how to please a guy was the only question that you had in your mind.
âYou justâŠ?â Jack stares at you, his blue eyes reaching deep places inside you. âSarah?â
âYeah, Iââ you take a deep breath, placing your phone and purse on his coffee table, standing in front of him. âI need to talk with you about something.â
He chuckles, stretching his body, his pants hanging lower than before, making your eyes fall directly on his crotch.
âAnd you couldnât wait until a little bit later?â His voice brings you back to the conversation, the realization that you had spent at least ten seconds staring at the outline of his dick making you blush.
âI mean, yeah, butââ
âIâm just messing with you,â he smiles, walking towards his kitchen, probably to make something to eat. âWhat do you need?â
You inhale deeply, remembering the TED talk you had with yourself during the car ride to Jackâs apartment.
Think of Zack. Think about kissing Zack.
âSo,â you start, following him to the kitchen and leaning against his island, as he prepares what must be his morning coffee. âI need a favor.â
âI figured that much,â he laughs. âWhat is it?â
âI need you to⊠teach me. How to⊠well. How to have⊠this is going a lot worse than I thought it would go.â You try to joke, realizing that it wasnât funny.
Jack stares at you as he mixes the steaming liquid in his mug, raising one brow.
âCome on, pretty. Spit it out.â
âI need you to teach me how to have sex.â You let out quickly, the words barely understandable. âG-good sex.â
Maybe you shouldnât have said it with these exact words, but that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to learn how to please a guy sexually, and for that, youâd have to learn how to have sex.
Jack stares at you like he has just witnessed you kill several little kids with your own two hands.
âIâm sorry,â he frowns. âWhat.â
âDonât make me repeat myselfâŠâ you mumble, resting your hands on the counter behind you.
âSarah,â Jack sighs, shaking his head. âWhy do you want me to teach you how to fuck?â
Your face would melt at any time. Why was he so crude anyway?
âI need to learn how to please a guy so I can finally have a chance with the guy I like,â you whisper, looking everywhere but at Jack. âHe likes girls who know what theyâre doing and Iâm definitely not one of those. So, can you help me?â
âYou want to learn how to have sex so you can please a man?â He sounds amazed. âThatâs fucked up, pretty. Do you even know how to get yourself off?â
You wanted to throw yourself off a cliff and drown in the nearest lake. You were sure that if you got any redder, youâd turn into Clifford, The Big Red Dog.
âJack!â
He smirks. âWhat? Iâm being serious.â
âNo, youâre not,â you cover your face with your hands before staring at him again. âI really need your help. Please?â
âSorry, baby. I canât do that,â he shrugs and resumes drinking his coffee, like this was just another Tuesday for him. âYour brother would kill me in seconds if he found out. And even though Iâm not afraid of him on the ice, I canât really tell how hard heâll beat me outside of it.â
âHe doesnât need to know,â you plead, letting go of the counter and stepping closer to him. âI wonât say a word. Please, Jack.â
âThis is dangerous,â he licks his lips, that stupid smirk making its way back to his lips. âI donât know, pretty. I donât really like the idea of you getting ready for a douchebag who only likes experienced girls. What the hell is he? A company?â
âI guess itâs just his type,â you shrug. âAnd I wanna be his type.â
âSarah, youâre everyoneâs type.â He drinks the rest of his coffee in one go, placing it inside his sink. âMaybe you should just go for another guy?â
âI want him,â you whisper, afraid that Kiara would pop out of somewhere and call you stupid for fixating on a guy that hasnât even spoken to you twice. âCan you help me? Iâll do anything you ask me. Your laundry, your meals, wash your carââ
âYou donât need to,â he exhales, standing in front of you again, the height difference more accentuated since he was very close. Very shirtless and very close. âIâll help you out. But Trevor canât know, okay?â
You smile, ignoring the fact that he was half naked and hugging him tightly. âThank you! And I wonât say a thing, promise!â
Phase one of getting Zack to like you: complete.
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The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 6
NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: a lot of jerking off WC: 8.4k AN: thank you all for your patience!! i started grad school so i got a bit busy, but now i will update about once a week! thank you all for the love :) also i am so sorry about all the angst
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, [Ch. 6], Ch. 7, Ch. 8
Chapter 6: Tearing
The afternoon sun filtered through his window shade and cast his room in its warm glow, but Anakin was too busy with his notes on his desk to notice. He needed something to do with his hands, just to keep himself focused, to keep his thoughts from wandering to you. To answer a practice problem, he was trying to find a specific case of heat diffusion the class had discussed--somewhere in October, he thought, but he wasn't quite sure. His desk was already messy before he began studying, but he was making it even worse with a paper thrown here, a staple there.
His eyes scanned the paper this way and that, trying to absorb any iota of information, but the words were slippery, wily things that wriggled out of his grasp. In the end, it turned out he had flipped past the page several times without seeing what he needed, and he finally found it on his fifth pass. Subconsciously, he dug his nails into his palms in frustration. Why couldn't he work? Why were you doing this to him?
His phone chimed, a text from his mom. Hey, how are finals? Doing okay?
For a few days, he'd been ducking questions about whether he was sleeping or eating enough, because he knew she'd be disappointed with his answers. He was running out of ways to change the subject in phone calls, and he knew she was catching on. Anakin decided he should probably respond.
yeah, really stressed about one of them, rest are fine. thesis going ok.
A second later, his phone lit up again.
Good luck. I'm so proud of you, Anakin, no matter what. As soon as he read it, he dropped his head into his hands. His forehead was clammy under his fingers. Of course she was proud of him unconditionally. He knew that. But he knew that he would be even prouder if he won. If he got a 4.0 this semester. Once, after he said something like that to Ahsoka, she looked at him with that knowing expression only she could produce, and asked him if his mom had ever said anything like that. Technically, no, he conceded, but he couldn't let her down.
He just felt so stupid right now, looking at the pages blanketing his desk. He'd been sitting over them for too long, but he couldn't bring himself to get up and stretch or take a break. He couldn't bring himself to do anything, really, let alone focus. So he was trapped. All he could do was just sit there, drink his Red Bull, and kind of review until he could destroy this exam next week.
Anakin decided to try another practice problem. Maybe that would make it click.
The surface tension of liquid argon is given by--
His phone buzzed against the desk. Putting it on loud was a bad idea, and he knew it. Maybe he was just looking for an excuse. It was probably his mom, saying something else. Or, he hoped as his heart jumped, maybe you were coming from the lab early and wanted to meet and study. Or hook up. Or just talk. Whatever, as long as it didn't involve his textbook. His phone buzzed again. And again.
He gave in and opened it. It was you, he found, and he grinned like a lunatic, but caught himself. Then again, he was alone, so it didn't matter, really.
But then he read your texts.
Where are you We need to talk Now
He typed back immediately, his fingers flying faster than he thought they could.
in my room is everything ok?
He looked at the screen, saw the bubbles pop up that meant you were typing, then watched as they disappeared. Anakin was frozen, his phone in his hand. We need to talk could just have been a poor phrasing on your part, right? It didn't mean what he thought it did, right? He could deny it only for about five more seconds, when the little bubbles didn't return.
Fuck. Anakin let loose a string of curses and dropped his phone on his desk. He couldn't think of a single thing that would warrant ending⊠whatever the two of you had. But maybe you'd realized that he was doing a lot more than what fuckbuddies (fuckenemies?) should do, that he was an absolute wreck for you, and had been for a long time.
The caffeine was getting to him, and his leg was bouncing so quickly that he swore his downstairs neighbor would submit a noise complaint. His mind started racing with all the things he never would have told you, the things that would go unsaid if you ended what the two of you were doing. He'd never tell you that he had two dogs growing up, strays, or that his least favorite flavor of Skittles was orange. He'd never tell you that he was pretty sure that he hadn't felt this way about anyone, ever, and that he had laid awake for the past two nights thinking about how, if at all, he would tell you.
Ahsoka's voice echoed in his ears, wisps of sound urging him to just say something. His mind was racing, a million trains of thought all colliding at once. He should just tell you. He'd never learn your favorite kind of cereal. He hadn't responded to his mom, fuck. He regretted having that Red Bull. He'd never tell you that he called you baby during sex because he wanted to say it other times, too. The answer to that thermo question was probably 36 Joules. He'd never tell you that if you called him a pet name he'd melt and let you win any competition because nothing would matter anymore.
But that was precisely why he hadn't told you how he felt. Because if you felt the same way about him, that would be so much better than any amount of money or award. And that wasn't the kind of person he could be.
He'd spent so long training to control that wild hurricane of emotions that pulled him through everyday life. Anakin channeled it into perfectly neat parallelized circuits and technically exquisite poomsae, but around you it all let loose, angry and passionate and just so much.
It was terrifying. You were terrifying. And there was a selfish part of him that said that he deserved to let all those feelings loose for once. To feel as much as he wanted to feel because, goddammit, he was so tired of control.
But Anakin was a lot. A handful, his teachers always said. It was what ended his previous relationship, what drove Padme away. Would it drive you away, too?
If you walked up to him in two minutes and asked him what the two of you were, if it was just casual or something more, would he have the self-control not to blurt out exactly what he was thinking? His stomach flipped at the idea of you leaving the room, leaving his life, without knowing how he felt.
You walking away from him and disappearing into another part of the country after graduation would kill him. He was pretty sure that seeing you at a reunion in five years with someone on your arm, some beautiful person who you had never hated, would smite him on the spot.
He imagined himself six months from now, when the thesis was over. What would that Anakin want for himself? Would he let himself say something? Fuck it all, he would say. And he was right.
If you were going to end things, he was going to get this off his chest. He had to. He wasn't sure he could live with himself if he didn't.
The sound of knuckles on wood cut through the silent room like a dagger through his heart. One, two, three seconds passed as he sat in his desk chair, mind totally blank. He tried to produce a coherent feeling or, if he was lucky, an entire thought, but he came up empty.
Before, it was all something nebulous, something he could just worry about. Something he could stress about. Now, it was real. You were behind that door, and you needed to talk. And there was no escaping that. With heavy legs, he dragged himself to the door.
Anakin pretended not to notice that his hand was shaking when he wrapped it around the doorknob.
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The bus ride back to your dorm had been uneventful, other than the way you were staring daggers into the skull of some poor guy in front of you. He had the good sense to not turn around.
Anakin Skywalker is a thief. You clenched your fists, and you could barely feel the sting of your nails in your palms. Barriss wasn't one to lie, based on the past three years you'd spent with her. She told you the facts right after: she overheard one of the graduate students--probably Obi-Wan, but she didn't know who, just some vaguely hot older guy, she said--telling Anakin his idea for a thesis. And then Anakin ran with it.
If she was right, that changed everything. If Anakin really didn't come up with his own idea, that meant he had rigged the competition. He had a leg up this whole time. He really was exactly what you had thought for years. The golden boy of the department who had everything handed to him. And while you'd labored over choosing the perfect, most viable but impressive idea, he had just skipped right over that step. You'd cried over how hard it was to find a good idea, struggled for weeks on end last year, just trying to make something good, let alone great. And he was already weeks ahead of you in the competition.
All of his sweet gestures--staying with you in bed, holding hands in the library, getting you drinks--were suddenly less sweet. Last year, he was in the thesis lab with you, when he was working on his proposal, watching you go through ideas and get upset when they didn't work, and he knew that. And he never told you about where his idea came from, even when you were getting closer. He probably knew it would piss you off, and he still didn't tell you. He'd hidden it from you.
You didn't know if that hurt more or less than the unfairness of his advantage.
The bus slowed to a stop in front of your dorm, and you hopped off, then dashed to the elevator.
You just wanted him to tell you that Barriss was crazy, or misheard. Or anything. Anything to make it not true.
The elevator ride was agony as it whizzed up to his floor.
At his door, you hesitated. If you entered and fought, that made this real. So, so real. The second you walked through that door, everything between the two of you might change.
But you were too furious not to knock. Silence hung for a few seconds before you could hear the door unlock.
Anakin opened it to you, looking unfairly hot. Rage ripped through you as he looked at you with open affection, gesturing to enter his room, like nothing had changed. Like he wasn't lying to you all this time. You stormed in quickly.
"Anakin, I need you to be honest with me." Your voice came out tighter than you wanted as you searched his face for a reaction. He closed the door, then came to stand in front of you.
"I'm always honest with you," Anakin replied earnestly, keeping his gaze locked on yours as he forced a small smile.
You didn't smile back. "How did you come up with the idea for your project?"
"What?" Anakin blinked, caught off guard. He let out a breathy chuckle. "That--that's what you wanted to talk about?"
"Well?" You pressed, crossing your arms. The edge in your voice was obvious, cutting. You could see Anakin go through the stages of realizing what you might mean, and your stomach started to sink even deeper.
Anakin sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration. "I--Really? Okay, fine. There aren't currently any microsurgery tools that mimic human hands. They're all pincers. So I wanted to make one." Your gaze narrowed.
"And you're saying Obi-Wan had nothing to do with it?"
"What are you talking about?" It was probably supposed to sound confused, but it came out more scared. You knew him well enough to tell. God, he was infuriating.
"Did you or did you not get your idea from Obi-Wan?" The words came out like tiny daggers, sharpened steel that you spat at him. His face fell, and you could see the moment that he knew you knew.
"Look, it's not like that," Anakin said, his arms falling to his sides. His eyes were suddenly avoiding yours, like his desk suddenly contained some information he desperately needed, or, preferably an escape hatch.
"Then what is it like?" You shot back, your heart racing. You stepped closer, trying to find an answer in his furrowed eyebrows. "Why can't you just say no?"
Anakin's jaw clenched, and he was obviously searching for the right words. Words that wouldn't piss you off, probably. "Because Obi-Wan helped, I guess."
"You guess?!" Your voice cracked, incredulous.
"I mean--look." Anakin raised his hands defensively. "Sure, Obi-Wan put me on the path to it. But every second in the lab since then has been me. My design, my coding."
"What do you mean put you on the path? You mean he gave you the idea, don't you?" Your frustration with him was boiling over. Even now, he was defending himself, trying to evade this. Justifying. It drove you crazy.
Anakin hesitated, his words faltering. "I--It's not--"
"Are you seriously about to say that it's not that simple or something?" You interrupted, your voice shaking. You threw your hands up, your fury finally reaching its peak. "Because, from here, it looks simple. Like you stole your whole fucking thesis idea!"
"That's not true!" Anakin snapped, his voice louder now. It wasn't the same kind of anger you were used to seeing from him, it was defensive, almost panicked. "Obi-Wan, he just, he suggested I look at applying an old project of mine to microsurgery. And he was right. So, I guess, technically, if you're looking at it like that--sure. He gave me the idea."
You stared at him, his words sinking in. His admission hung between you like a guillotine, its rope finally snapped. The air felt tight, like you were ten thousand miles above sea level and there wasn't enough oxygen to keep you afloat.
Anakin shifted again, his anger gone, his voice softer, pleading. "It's like⊠I don't know. I guess I feel guilty about it. But I really needed to submit something that day, or I couldn't enter into the competition at all. It was the rules. If I don't do a thesis⊠I--I don't know. I just had to. And I figured I'd just use that temporarily, and pivot as soon as it was approved, It was in the end of junior spring, and I just couldn't find a topic that worked. That idea I had about hand prosthetics didn't pan out, and I was telling Obi-Wan about it in the lab, and he told me I should look at microsurgery, 'cause they have a lot of the same issues--calibrating movement to user input, holding up to wear and tear, dealing with friction and joint movement--and that I should do my thesis on it."
His eyes finally met yours again, so deep and blue that it almost made you reconsider. Almost. He was pleading, begging you to understand. "So, yeah, I submitted an early version of the idea Obi-Wan gave me. But every second of design, build, everything was me. It's my work."
You stood frozen, silent. After a few long beats, Anakin started to fidget, his hands wringing so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"If I could go back, I'd do something else. Anything else." Anakin's voice wavered, and his shoulders slumped under the weight of his guilt. "I just--I didn't know what else to do. I needed to submit something, anything. I need to win this," he finished, his voice trailing off.
The anguish over being proven right was something you didn't expect. You should have felt vindicated, that you were actually right all along about him. You should have hated him. But instead, you could feel your heart breaking, like a marionette with its strings cut, slumped over and lifeless. If he had just admitted it to you himself, maybe you could get over this. Maybe. But the fact that he hid it from you cut like a knife. Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat was drier than you'd ever felt it. The words fell from your lips softly, like you could barely get them out.
"How could you?" You felt like you'd never known him, like the person in front of you was a stranger. How could he be both this person, and the one who would keep you warm at night?
Anakin noticed the coldness of your gaze, and it gutted him. Anakin's breath caught, and you could see him shatter in real time. His cheek twitched, right under his scar, and you could swear you saw his eyes start to fill with tears. His hands were shaking where they were clasped together, and you were sure he was leaving indents with his nails. His shoulders shook under his panicked breaths.
He didn't speak for several long seconds, his mouth tugging this way and that as he tried to think of something, anything, to say.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?" He asked as he stepped toward you, trying to seek reassurance to keep him from falling apart. But you couldn't give it. You didn't even know him anymore.
"I--" you opened your mouth, hesitating, before you restarted, "I don't know." Your voice cracked, but you hardened it. "I didn't before, but now I'm not so sure."
Anakin took another step closer, reaching out with his shaking hands as if to touch you, but you backed away. His face flushed even more, hurt and frustration jumping across his features. It made you even more angry. "This is so fucking unfair, and you just--you just let it happen."
He said your name, trying to jump in, but your anger surged, and it drowned him out.
"I spent weeks getting my idea just right." Each words was more brutal than the last. "Weeks. And you got everything spoon-fed to you. Everything I worked for--and you just took it from someone."
Anakin flinched like you had struck him, but you were far from done.
"I thought I knew you, I thought I was wrong about you this whole time," you spat, your fists clenching at your sides, "But I was right all along. You're just a fucking cheater."
A tear slipped down the side of his cheek as you continued. Your voice shook as you admitted to him, and to yourself, what the worst part really was. "And you didn't even have the decency to tell me. And that makes you a fucking asshole."
He shook his head, his eyes stinging as he started to speak. "No, please, it's not--"
"Stop it!" You shouted, your voice cracking with emotion. Anakin stood frozen, his outstretched hand falling limply to his side. Your breath rushed through your nose and your pulse beat in your ears. You couldn't even see him anymore through the tears, but you refused to let them fall. To let him see you cry.
He said your name one more time, begging, pleading. For a moment, you were tempted, but the hurt was too big to ignore.
Your voice was cold, distant. "Get away from me," you ordered. Your back was rigid with anger and hurt. "And leave me the fuck alone."
Without waiting for him to respond, you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.
You stalked down the hall as quickly as you could, ignoring the buzzing in your pocket as the tears you were holding back finally poured down your cheeks. You didn't even have the energy to wipe them away, you just let them fall while you punched the button for the elevator.
Only when the door closed, and you pulled out your phone to call Ahsoka, did you see his messages.
please come back we can talk this out please give me another chance
They were all sent minutes apart. You could hear his voice reading them, desperate and thick with tears. Even though you were angry, angrier than you had ever been at him, the idea of him crying still made your chest ache. And then it made you feel vindicated. But then it made you feel horrible again.
You arrived back to the lobby, then crossed the building to the other elevator bank, trying to avoid the awkward gazes the students passing by gave you. You sniffled wetly, wiping away your tears, as you ran up the two flights of steps that brought you to your room. You unlocked the door as quickly as you could, then hid inside.
Your phone buzzed again.
i understand that you don't want to talk, but the second you're ready, i'll be here. i'll always be here.
The words made you sob loudly, and you were thankful for a moment that Ahsoka wasn't home. Until you saw the text, it hadn't hit you that this was the last time you'd talk for a while. You couldn't even remember the last kiss you two had shared. The library? Was that the kiss you wanted this to end on? You'd never see his half-lidded eyes as he worshipped you, never hear him call you baby again.
Why did he have to go and fuck it all up? You asked yourself, sobs wracking your body as you slid down the door. You couldn't tell if you were more sad or angry, but you were definitely heartbroken. Lately, his casual touches, his affection, the way you slept together every night, it was starting to feel like more. But it was all gone now.
You had been numbed with caffeine and stress, but the past week, you felt like you were soaring every time he touched you. Every time he gave you that intense look he always did.
But the two of you were just hooking up. It wasn't supposed to be anything more, and you never thought you'd feel the pull to be with him when you weren't fucking, but it was like gravity. Even now, you wanted him to comfort you. Not someone, but him.
The realization that you had feelings for him hit you like a truck. All the breath was gone from your lungs, gone to some other dimension.
You liked Anakin Skywalker. Even though he was an asshole. Even though he'd hurt you. But those feelings didn't end just because whatever you were had ended, they didn't leave you alone.
You could have been his girlfriend if he hadn't hidden this from you. And that was the last nail in the coffin that made you break down fully.
You sat there, crying, sobbing, wailing, for at least another half hour before you dragged yourself to the shower. It made you feel the tiniest bit better to have your hair clean, your tears scrubbed off your face until the skin went sensitive and ruddy. When the water turned off, it was cold, and you relished the shock to your system.
And then, you started the process of getting over him. You knew you had to do it eventually, and you only had to get through finals before you could go home and forget all about him. Come January, when you next saw him in the lab, it'd be like seeing any other classmate.
That thought was enough to make you start crying again while you stood in the towel you stole from your house. Your tears mingled with the water from the shower, and it was enough to let you pretend that you weren't crying, that becoming strangers with Anakin didn't kill you inside.
You promised yourself that this would be the last time you cried this semester. That night, if you felt the threat of tears, you just threw yourself harder into whatever you were studying. There was nothing else you could do.
At the thermo exam two days later, you walked in later than you usually would for a final that was this important. When you slipped into the class, two minutes before they started passing out test papers, you spotted Anakin in the corner. Because of course you did. Your eyes hadn't stopped finding him in every photo, in every room. He had always been magnetic, and, just because you weren't together anymore didn't mean that stopped. And he was looking right at you.
His gaze ripped through you with some mix of desperation, affection, and sorrow. Anakin looked, in one word, horrible. His eyes were sunken in, red and swollen from crying. Most people would not have noticed, but you knew him too well. His dark circles had come back with a vengeance, like fresh bruises on his otherwise smooth and clear skin. His mouth twitched when he looked at you, like he was going to say something, but he stayed silent as his eyes followed your path.
Throughout the exam, you could feel his eyes on you a couple of times, but you didn't allow yourself to turn around and look. You let the calm of equations and math wash over you, and soon there was nothing but the test. The questions and the precise way you wrote Greek letters in the blue book lulled you into a state of calm you desperately needed.
When you handed in your exam, you allowed yourself another look at Anakin, and then you left the building. You didn't see him before you went on break two days later.
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Two days before break, he saw you again. He hadn't changed his habits, still studied in the dining hall and had meals there, sometimes went to the library, and he secretly hoped, thrummed with anticipation, that maybe, just maybe, you'd be there too. That maybe you'd see him and realize you wanted to talk it out. That, obviously, did not happen. He spent an embarrassing amount of time awake, because you haunted his dreams whenever they came. The disgusted look on your face and the words I was right all along, you're a fucking asshole echoed in the back of his eyelids and his mind's eye whenever he laid down. So, he stayed up. More time to study, right?
He spent most of those 48 hours trying not to cry and failing miserably. Even when he broke up with Padme, it wasn't like this. He was angry, indignant, and, of course, sad, but it was the kind of sadness that settled deep on his shoulders and dulled the world around him. It wasn't the kind of sadness that wrenched sobs from his chest whenever he wasn't careful. It wasn't the kind of sadness that made him regret ever going to this college, ever meeting you.
Ahsoka cast him a funny look at him one night, when he fell asleep in a common room. She gently shook him awake, and noticed the redness rimming his eyes, and the way his hands shook from too much caffeine. She gave him a hug and made him promise to sleep tonight.
He did, and that was the night before the test. Every muscle and joint screamed in protest as he dragged himself from his bed. He arrived fifteen minutes early, just to make sure he got a good seat, and then his head kept swiveling like an owl. Every time the click of the doors opening echoed through the nearly empty lecture hall, he locked onto the person entering. He was pretty sure he'd accidentally given glares to at least four poor souls before you finally entered.
He resigned himself to the fact that he'd probably failed the exam right then.
You were even prettier than he remembered, and the depth of your eyes when you stared at him was enough to make him shudder. Even now, he'd give anything to be with you again. When you sat down and didn't look at him again for the next three hours, he felt bits of his heart break off and get trampled under equations about heat diffusion and air pressure. You turned in your test, and then left, and he looked after you longingly. His eyes snapped back to his paper when he got a weird look from the TA.
He turned in his exam paper, rushed home, and promptly passed out on his bed. You came to him in his dreams, of course. Naked in his arms, lips pliant and wanting under him. The way your tongue peeked out when you were too hard at work, or the shimmer of your eyes when he made you laugh. The betrayal on your face. Get away from me.
He spent the rest of finals in a fugue state, doing tasks and exams because he was supposed to. Then, finally, the last one passed, and he was finally released to go home. He hadn't seen you since the exam, and that was probably better for him, he reasoned.
On day 1 of break, Anakin drove the whole day and listened to absolutely depressing music the whole time. He pulled over once and, in a fit of rage, smacked the steering wheel a few times. How could he be so stupid? How was he this much of an idiot? He sat at the rest stop for another fifteen minutes, his sweaty forehead on the steering wheel. Five hours later, when he arrived home late in the evening, he hugged his mom. Everything felt a little bit better after that. He had dinner with Shmi and Cliegg, even though all he wanted to do was lay in bed and sulk. He fell asleep quickly--he was too exhausted to stay up torturing himself with what could have been.
On day 2 of break, he lay in bed and just generally moped around. He could never be still for long, so that meant getting up to eat snacks, flicking through TV shows listlessly, and trying not to look at the texts you two had exchanged. He only cried twice, once at the thought that you'd never meet his mom, and the other at the memory of your body in his arms as he fell asleep. Both reduced him to hot, silent tears.
On day 3 of break, he did yard work and drove by his old dojang to say hi to his high school coach. He ended up agreeing to teach some lessons over break to avoid having to sit at home alone with his thoughts for three entire weeks. Plus, the money was good. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting that thesis prize at all, at this rate. He only cried once, at night, when he thought about having to watch you work in the thesis lab without speaking to you. He wouldn't cross that boundary. You already knew he wanted to talk, and you hadn't texted him back.
On days 4-9, he taught three hours of lessons a day. It was calming, familiar. He only had to splash cold water in his face to avoid getting too upset two or three times per day, but the undercurrent of wondering what you were doing never stopped torturing him. He hadn't touched himself in at least two weeks, and he regularly had to stop his thoughts from drifting away to the last time he was inside you. Every time it happened at home, in bed, he got up and took a cold shower. It served him right. At the end of the week, he went to the mall and bought his mom a Christmas present with the money he earned. Just because he knew his mom wanted to blend their family better, he picked out something small he could afford for Cliegg, Owen, and Beru, too.
On day 10, it was Christmas Eve, so everything was closed. There was nothing to do, so he answered a few emails from Professor Jinn, cleaned the oven, and helped his mom prepare for Christmas dinner. There were files on his device he had prepared specifically to work on his thesis over break, but his project made him nauseous. He'd give it all back for a chance to start over. He'd get a B on his thesis if it would make this pain stop. He didn't touch the files, and, that night, when he finally gave in to the temptation to see if you'd posted anything on social media, he didn't touch his cock, either, even though just an image of you was enough to drive him wild at that point.
On day 11, it was Christmas, and he woke up at 4am in his bed, as hard as a rock. Anakin spent an hour tossing and turning and begging his body to just let him sleep, but, eventually he gave in. It was Christmas, right? He deserved a present. When he closed his eyes, he didn't even try to think of someone else. It was you. It had been for a while. Your little noises as he kissed up your neck, the scrunch of your eyebrows right as you came, and the tight grip of your pussy around him when he buried himself to the hilt inside you were enough to make him cum all over his hand within a minute. He found it embarrassing, honestly, that you had this effect on him. Anakin fell asleep quickly and tried not to feel too gross about what he'd done.
On day 11, attempt 2, he woke up around 11, right before lunch, and came down to wish his mother and Cliegg a merry Christmas. Beru and Owen were supposed to come for dinner, but, this morning, it was just the three of them. Anakin had no particular yearning for Cliegg to be a father figure, he just wanted his mom to be happy. If Cliegg did that, then he'd watch endless movies with the two of them, or get Cliegg a present. But if she didn't want to be with him anymore, Anakin wasn't sure he'd miss him. Their second anniversary was in three weeks, and it was a shock that it had been that much time already. When dinner rolled around, and he greeted Owen and Beru awkwardly, not sure what a person is supposed to say to a newly-acquired sibling. He'd seen them a sum total of maybe ten times, almost all of which had to do with the wedding, so they were in how-was-school and how's-the-new-job and gosh-the-winter-has-been-brutal territory. When Anakin gave them their presents, they seemed overjoyed. He'd gotten them matching scarves, each with their first initial embroidered onto it. It was a miracle they had them in stock at the mall, he thought, but the present seemed to hit the right spot. Cliegg got the aforementioned fishing pole, something his mom had told him he was prattling on about, and he got his mom a beautiful new winter coat. She had been mending hers for years, and water and snow would soak right through it, but when he saw the beautiful down puffer coat in the store window, he knew she'd love it. He was right.
Cliegg got him a Laser Distance Measure, which must have cost a pretty penny, and Owen and Beru got him various engineering gadgets (a nice mechanical pencil for technical drawings and a cable carrying case, respectively). His mother's gift, though, was something he'd never be able to forgive. She had bought him a beautiful, fresh Raspberry Pi set, with 8 GB of RAM. It wasn't the most expensive thing in the world, but the $150 or $200 that it did cost her was enough to make him tear up. He'd mentioned months ago that he was thinking of getting one for some personal projects, something for his portfolio, and she bought it. He had the good sense not to say anything like You aren't supposed to get me presents for Christmas and crushed her in a hug, the kind that whispered I know how much this is worth, and I'm so lucky you're my mom. For a second, he was worried he would cry when he saw the crow's feet appear by her eyes, and he felt how thin the skin on her hands had gotten. When had she gotten so much older? For a terrifying moment, he realized he'd have to live without her one day, but then Cliegg made some comment about how he'd made hot cocoa, and they all gathered around the living room to chat. As the last tendrils of sunlight fell beneath the swath of trees in their backyard, he laughed at something Owen had said, and he felt the tiniest bit less alone. Like maybe it didn't matter if he got an A in thermo or had the best thesis in his year. The notion left him quickly.
On days 12-17, the warm feeling had subsided, and all he could think about was what you were doing. Whether you were moving on, or if you still felt the same way he did. If you wanted him again. The fantasy of you seeing him again and realizing that, oh, actually, you wanted to work it out, and also kiss him, inevitably ended with his hand on his cock and cum on his stomach, then regret and shame for about an hour afterward. Once the studio had reopened, he kept teaching there, but with more hours this time. Also, Anakin could finally open the folder on his computer named Thesis without cringing at it, but barely. His heart still skipped about four beats when he thought about how he'd have to see you practically every day. He pushed thoughts like that from his mind as much as he could. No point in torturing himself more than the actual semester would.
Day 18 was New Year's Eve. He went to a party hosted by some of his high school friends, some rager at a frat house. He just wanted to get drunk, honestly, and this seemed like a great excuse. It was sticky and hot even right outside the door, but the sweaty blast of steam that hit him when someone opened it turned his stomach. But the beer was free, so he wouldn't complain too much. A couple of times, he noticed a girl checking him out over the bone-shaking bass. He might have made a move, if he were a different person. If any one of them was you, or had your smile, or your eyes. As soon as he noticed something that was too different from you, he averted his gaze. They were all cute, he supposed, but that didn't matter. They weren't you. When the countdown started, Anakin retreated, not interested in being pulled into some kiss that stunk of beer. Instead, despite knowing he'd regret it, he sent you a text. happy new year, it read. He blamed the tequila, and went back into the fray of cheering people.
From days 19-24, Anakin kept on keeping. Dishes, teaching, occasional progress on his thesis. He submitted over 20 job applications. Sometime in the week, in his daily rehashing of all your messages, he noticed the read receipt had popped up on his text from New Year's Eve, and he cursed himself. He was cursing himself a lot lately. Especially when he promised he wouldn't jerk off over you, but it always ended up happening. The subtle rock of his hips against the mattress when he thought of you, grinding the hard flesh against the soft material, then the sticky warmth of release and the rush of regret that always came with it. The heat of the shower made him hard when he thought about how he'd always wanted to try fucking in the shower, more specifically, fucking you in the shower. He really shouldn't, he reasoned while his hand pumped his dick.
Day 25 was spent driving again, after he gave his mom a big hug and threw his suitcase in the car. Despite himself, he realized that he was no more over you than he had been on his drive to his house. The fact that he would see you tomorrow still made him perk up and wilt at the same time. In a short twenty-four hours, you'd be real, three-dimensional in front of him again. He wasn't sure what would happen--would you kiss him? Slap him? Combust? He could never tell with you. He wondered if you'd cut your hair over break, or if you'd talked to Ahsoka about him. Whatever fantasies he'd been nursing, they were all going to be proven or disproven tomorrow. So he had to use the hour before he arrived on campus to imagine, as hard as he could, that you were in the passenger seat. That you were his girlfriend. That you had just come from meeting his mom, who had shown you a bunch of truly humiliating baby pictures and had whispered to him that she liked you when you had gone to the bathroom. For the rest of the night, that was the reality he lived in.
You had compared schedules last semester, before things got weird, and you shared only two classes, both of which were on Mondays and Wednesdays. At 10:30, you'd both be in Unsupervised Learning, then at 2:30, you'd both take Dynamic Systems and Controls. When he woke up at 8:30, he showered, then tried to wipe the tiredness from his eyes. He put on a shirt he knew you loved (you'd remarked on how well it fit him, and he didn't see it, but you did, and that was all that mattered) and his most comfortable jeans and hoodie. He secretly hoped you were doing the same kind of preening at home, trying to look good for him, but he didn't let the thought take up too much room in his mind.
At 10:25, when he walked into the lecture hall, he saw you instantly. Time stopped as he felt like someone had just gotten a particularly good hit to his solar plexus, and his whole body was responding, out of breath and weak and dizzy all at the same time. You were in the third row, to the left-hand side of the seats, and you looked more gorgeous than he remembered. How didn't he spend the whole break fantasizing about the way your hair shone or the curve of your neck? Seconds started ticking by again when he realized he was blocking the path to the seats, much to the anger of the group of people behind him. He walked down the steps to the second row like everything was normal, then positioned himself on the other side of the lecture hall. He kept his eyes firmly not trained on you for as long as he could, and, when the professor started droning, he turned to look at you, really look at you.
You had put on just a touch of makeup, something he'd noticed years ago that you always did on the first day of class. It suited you, and you looked well-rested and happy. Like you didn't miss him at all. It gutted him like a fish on the chopping block. What was wrong with him? How could he let you get away?
He turned back to the professor, pretending to be interested in the syllabus. When class ended, by the time he packed up his things, you had gone.
The second class was a repeat of the first, only in a smaller lecture hall. He tried to keep his cool, he really did, but he snuck glances. He was only human.
He didn't go into the lab for the week, mainly because he was almost done with build and was spending most of his time on securing materials for testing. They had their first practice that Monday, so he got dressed and headed over to the Athletic Center, where he grounded himself in the ritual, the calming power of it all. It was amazing to see Rex and Ahsoka again. They always made him smile, something he'd been missing over the break.
Later that week, Ahsoka invited him to your room to talk about that semester's competitions. He hesitated the appropriate amount of time before he accepted. The hallway to your room was achingly familiar, just like he'd seen it in his dreams. Only Ahsoka was home, so she wasted no time before interrogating him about what happened with the two of you.
When he told her the general gist, she had the good decency to be honest and tell him that he was kind of being an asshole by not mentioning it, but that it was normal to get advice from professors and other students. It wasn't ideal for it to be as explicitly grabbed, sure, but the point still stood.
By the time the door opened and you came in (his mind raced--from a date? from class? from some other part of your life that he would never come to know?), Anakin and Ahsoka were discussing taekwondo logistics. You looked gorgeous in the cozy cable-knit sweater you had on, and he hoped against all hope that he wasn't staring the way he thought he was.
You looked shocked for a good second before smiling awkwardly with a little "hey." You retreated to your room almost instantly, and Anakin felt a pit open up, wondering if he'd made you uncomfortable. It wasn't his fault, honestly, but he still felt guilty. He left an hour afterward.
Was this his fate? To watch you from a middle distance as you lived your life? He was trapped, pinned down like a bug, reading into everything he saw. If you were in a four-block radius, his eyes would find you. They always would. In class, he had to stop himself from turning toward you, from studying your features and trying to read anything from them. He never could.
Anakin was still fucking haunted by you, especially now that he was on campus. Everything reminded him of you. The boba place, every inch of your dorm, the emptiness in his mattress. He knew he was hallucinating when he thought he spied you at practice one day, just a wisp of hair in the corner of the room, but, by the time he did a double take, there was only empty floor there.
On Thursday, he got a text from Ahsoka.
Party tomorrow at Cody's. You should come, she had written. He didn't really, actually feel like partying. But he went anyway. Maybe he could spend enough time with his friends to forget about you.
He threw on a nice shirt, some kind of button-up his mom had gotten him, cuffed the sleeves, and set off.
It was a standard-issue party. He'd been to plenty of them, so he figured was ready and prepared for what he'd see and feel. Bass in his eardrums so loud it shook the blood in his veins. Having to scream basic conversation over music. Cheap beer and a sticky floor. Enough heat that his hair would start curling more.
It felt like home. He entered, found Cody and Ahsoka quickly, promising to return after he grabbed a drink. Anakin made his way to the folding table crammed full of bottles, as well as some kind of vile jungle juice, and took two shots. Just enough to stop thinking about you, he hoped.
By the time he fought his way back to Cody and Ahsoka, he was feeling it. Rex had joined them in the meantime, and Anakin joined the little huddle. They were talking (read: yelling "what did you say?" over the music) about one of Cody's dates that week, and Anakin let himself slip into the familiar rhythm of his friends. It was nice, honestly. He only thought of you five or six times, which was a record low.
Then Ahsoka suggested they go get another drink, and, as the four of them pushed back toward the drinks station, he saw you.
You were fucking radiant, and the breath stalled in his chest. You had always been the only thing he ever wanted to look at in a room, even from sophomore year, when you began to piss him off more than anything, but right now, you were a supernova. And he was a moth. He felt his wings get burned off as he traced the curve of your jaw and acknowledged to himself that, yeah, he probably wasn't going to get over you until you were across state lines.
You were wearing some sinfully short, tight dress, which crept higher and higher up your thighs. He could tell you weren't wearing a bra, and something stirred inside of him.
But then he saw the guy standing next to you, leaning in to tell something to your ear. Anakin hated himself for the thought, but he instantly started comparing himself to the guy. What was Mr. Boat Shoes saying to you that made you tip your head back and laugh like that? He remembered when he used to do that, when he would make you throw your head back to do more than just laugh.
Anakin felt his jaw clench and his body start to shake with the same energy that he always had before competitions, coiled like a snake about to strike.
He knew it was a bad idea, he really did. But he was never one to resist bad ideas. He blamed the alcohol. It wasn't that you were his, or some misguided attempt at owning you, but he just couldn't watch this. He couldn't let this feeling tear him apart anymore. When you swatted the guy's chest playfully, Anakin felt his eye twitch, right under his scar. Oh hell no. But he shouldn't. It was your business.
Fuck it.
Anakin started pushing through the crowd, and then he saw the guy lean in, and he saw red.
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Meet Me in The Hallwayđ·pt. 1
summary: Mr. Styles has possibly interested Y/N more than his literature classes and she finds herself pining for him over the months.
pairings: professor!harry, student!reader
warnings: small age difference, mentions of smut
word count: 4.7k
note: i wanted to make this one part but it will be too long so there will have to be a part 2
part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/summerclementine27/757559698881986560/meet-me-in-the-hallway-pt2
Tender days of mid-October
As I took my seat in the large lecture hall, a sense of anticipation loomed over me. Today, Mr. Styles was giving us the results of the last literature and theory criticism coursework I had handed in the previous week. This was my third class with him, one of two this school year, the other being Contemporary Literature. Last year, he taught me Introduction to Literature, a mandatory class for my degree. Though I dreaded it at first due to his choice of reading list, I ended up falling in love with the course because of the way he taught it. Some works I initially criticized him for choosing, he ended up using as examples and critiqued them himself, like "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin. Plus, it helped that he was impossibly handsome with his tall frame, tousled brown hair, and piercing green eyes.
When my friends noticed how much I liked his class, they were unfazed. However, as I became somewhat of a teacherâs pet in a class rudimentary compared to the others I took this yearâsuch as Feminism and Literature, Historical Narratives in Fiction, and Postcolonial Literary Criticismâthey realized that maybe the tall, green-eyed man was what had really piqued my interest, not discussing "Middlemarch" for four classes.
On days when I had his class, I dressed extra nicely, sometimes even daring to pair a clean collared shirt with a shorter-than-usual skirt. One time, I even left my wool trench coat on during the first period and stood up from my auditorium seat to take it off. Sitting in the back, the rows of chairs likely covered the lower part of my body, but I was sure the space between my long boots and short skirt was visible from his vantage point. Surely, my abrupt standing would grab his attention. What I didnât anticipate was him pausing in the middle of a long train of thought to stare, then quickly catching himself and stuttering before continuing seamlessly as I knew he would. My friend Anika, seated in one of the front rows, noticed and turned to see what had caught his attention. To her dismay, I was playing games with someone totally unattainable again. But she knew I thrived on academic validation, and this little crush of mine would only drive me to excel in more classes.
"Are you serious, Y/N? He's our professor." she exclaimed once.
"I know, but he's just... different."
"Different? Or is it the way he looks at you when you answer a question?"
"Maybe both. Besides, this crush is making me work harder. You can't argue with the results."
"Just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."
In fact, it drove me to do more than that. One time, Mr. Styles noticed my passion for poetry after I shamelessly defended the works of Sylvia Plath with a controversial view that modern poetry should not shy away from the stark realities of mental health. He gave me a few poetry anthologies and compilations, including his annotated copies. I fawned over reading his notes and even emailed him once, pretending that I had "accidentally" annotated something, forgetting it wasnât my own copy after losing myself in the literature. He replied kindly:
Mr. Styles: "Please, feel free to annotate as much as you like. I would be honored to have your opinions inked on my favorite copies."
By the next semester, after encouraging me to join the poetry society, Mr. Styles nominated me for president, and I was thrilled to win. He insisted on celebrating, gently grasping my upper arm and smiling warmly as he said he expected nothing less. I brought a bottle of wine to his office, where he had asked me to meet him, only to find the entire poetry society there, ready to congratulate me. The gathering lingered for a few delightful hours before everyone left, leaving just the two of us to clean up.
"You really impressed everyone tonight, Y/N. Not that I'm surprised." He began once we were truly all alone.
"Thank you, Mr. Styles. I couldn't have done it without your support."
"Well, you deserve it. By the way, outside of class and school hours, you can call me Harry." He said in his thick Manchester accent.
"Only if you stop calling me Ms. Y/L/N." I joked.
"Hey! I only do that sometimes. Plus, I can't call out to you in class like, 'Y/N, will you read the next slide?' People will think..."
"...think Iâm the teacherâs favorite?" I finished his sentence with a teasing smile.
I couldnât take the lingering stares and supposedly accidental touches we were both guilty of. But I knew that if I really wanted this, if I wanted to be more than just a student he regretted being tempted by when I graduated, then I had to play the long game.
And indeed I did. I kept up my habit of always showing up well-dressed in elegant coats and well-fitting clothing. I accentuated my features with a light coat of makeup, even if I had to apply it on a bumpy bus ride to campus. I even signed up for his office hours, despite really not needing them, just to exchange thoughts and opinions under the guise of âwanting to make sure I'm on the right track.â I wanted him to get to know me more, to realize that despite my youth, I was mature and thoughtful.
At the start of the second year, he emailed me to come to campus a few times in August, a month before the start of term, to discuss my responsibilities as the founder of the debate team. The idea sparked in his mind after I excelled in the heated debate he chose to hold as our first-year final assessment. He was so in awe that he went as far as saying I could compete at a national level on the English debate team, which neither of us was certain of, but I accepted the compliment.
Our earlier meetings were spent cooped up in his office, reviewing why the last debate team failed almost a decade ago and planning the structure for the new team. We discussed everything from team dynamics to potential debate topics, ensuring we were prepared for any challenge.
On one of the hotter days in August, we took our meeting to the university courtyard, having grown tired of experiencing the last bursts of Englandâs so-called summer from his office window. It was a beautiful window, and a big one at that, but it didnât compare to actually being outside. That day, I realized the majority of planning for the next few months had already been accomplished in our first few meetings, and I got the hint that he didnât actually need my help now that I had settled everything I could that wasnât on an administrative level. So naturally, I decided to have a little fun.
I was wearing penny loafers with black tailored pants that I got fitted for when I visited my mum in London in July. I had paired them with a light knit sweater that fit slightly loosely over my shoulders, often falling down to reveal a collarbone. When I saw him take off his blazer and loosen his tie, I took that as my green light to take off something of my own, knowing I was wearing a neat white tank top underneath. As I slipped the sweater off, covering my face with the fabric, I could see his face through the thin material, making out his features and briefly noticing his eyes on my body. Sitting up straight, I managed to remove the sweater from over my head neatly. Once he saw my face, a soft blush made it to his own.
"Did I mess up my hair?" I asked, as if I hadnât planned on brushing down the strands that had likely gone astray or as if I was oblivious to the fact that I had just taken off my sweater in front of him.
"Um, yeah, a bit at the top," he said, chuckling as if he wasnât just clearing his throat in a flustered manner before my face was revealed from under the sweater.
To my surprise, he reached out, inching himself closer to where I was sitting on the bench we shared. With two fingers, his index and middle, he gently brushed down the messy hair on either side of the top of my head.
"Thank you, Harry," I said softly.
However, nothing could have prepared me for what would happen later this year.
As the class settled down to receive their marks on the literature and theory criticism coursework, Mr. Styles walked in, dressed in a well-fitted navy suit with a crisp white shirt. He took off his coat and placed it on the edge of his desk, a departure from his usual habit of draping it over the back of his chair. He wasted no time before pulling out the papers from his leather satchel and making his way down the aisles of the lecture hall, passing out the papers to everyone. When he read out my name, I watched as his eyes searched for me across the hall, darting from one side of the room to the other. It was unlike me to skip his class, so he knew all he had to do was find me. I hadnât planned this specific event, but I enjoyed it, nonetheless. Once he found me, he smiled sheepishly, yet much more subtly than he did when we were alone and made his way to me.
"Excellent work, Y/L/N," he said as he gently placed the papers on my desk. "I especially appreciate the effort of handwriting this," he remarked, although everyone knew he didnât care if papers were written by hand or typed on a computer.
I had deliberately written my paper by hand after he replied to an email of mine. I had thanked him for letting me borrow his books, and his response was a charming note saying heâd enjoyed reading my annotations and adored my handwriting. For once, I was glad that my all-girls school had emphasized cursive writing, as I used it to add a romantic touch to my work.
When I finally read his comments and feedback, I was met with admiration and praise. In one of the margins, he had written, âYour insights are so compelling, itâs impossible not to fall in love with your analysis.â On the final page, at the bottom, he had added, âItâs a privilege to be your professor. Your brilliance shines so brightly that itâs clear this paper is a testament to your exceptional talent.â
Often times I worried that there actually was something going on between us, and that his praise and charming were remarks were not that of a proud professor, but of an infatuated man instead. So that day, I decided to address it.
As the lecture drew to a close, I lingered in my seat, carefully packing up my belongings with deliberate slowness. The classroom slowly emptied, the murmur of studentsâ conversations fading into the background as they made their way out. I wanted to be alone with Mr. Styles, to discuss something that had been weighing on my mind. By the time I made my way down the row of seats to his desk, the room was empty except for the two of us.
âMr. Styles,â I began hesitantly, catching his eye as he gathered his papers. âI was hoping to ask you something.â
He looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. âOf course, go ahead. Iâm actually glad you stayed behind. Thereâs something Iâd like to ask you as well.â
A sudden rush of anxiety gripped me. The possibility of crossing a lineâwhether I had done so with my subtle flirtations or if he were about to make a move that could alter our dynamicâwas almost too much to bear.
My fantasies of him flashed through my mind. I had dreamt of intimate moments with him like kissing him, waking up in his bed, or better yet, on the couch in his office after a late romantic night together. I had once pictured us sitting on the floor around his small coffee table as we did one time when they ordered takeout during one of our August meetings except this time I would slip my shoes off casually and find a way to stroke my foot, clothed thin leggings, against his leg, looking at him with doe eyes as I dare to not so innocently asks if he ever thought about me sexually.
Hell, I even pictured him going down on me after laying me on his desk and even touched myself to the idea of riding him while he sat on his office chair. I would sneak into the small space between him and his desk and shut off his laptop while he graded my papers, cockily saying âWe already know I got an Aâ â despite my crippling self-doubt without tangible affirmation â as I sit on his lap. In this fantasy he would laugh at my remark and gladly embrace me with a hand on my ass, the other intertwined among thick locks of my long hair, messing it up as I teasingly kiss him, ever so aware of the friction Iâm creating between our crotches.
But still, to think that he would propose something to me in that moment, sexual or romantic, casually after class as if I havenât been pining for two Octobers made me incredibly nervous.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice as I met his gaze. âMr. Styles, well, first of all this has nothing to do with the actual course itself, maybe a bit but...â I trailed off âItâs... itâs been on my mind for a while.â
He raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his expression. âSure, go ahead. Iâm happy to answer anything.â He smiled shyly to comfort me.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I prepared to voice my concerns. âDo you think that maybe my behavior in class, my enthusiasm, or even my approach to your feedback has influenced you to⊠um⊠maybe to favor me? Over other students I mean.â I began nervously, desperately searching for an expression on his blank face.
âMaybe sometimes I get a little excited and forget that you are my professor and not my friend or something, I think I may have overstepped my boundaries but⊠but you treat me as an equal which, by the way, I have always greatly appreciated. I mean, it has offered me an opportunity to grow as a student like no other, but I still worryâŠâI trailed off, now a stern look evident on his face and possibly even hurt.
He paused for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he considered my words. âI appreciate your honesty and self-awareness,â he said finally, his voice steady but soft. âItâs clear that youâre passionate and dedicated, and I value that. But itâs important to remember that I strive to maintain fairness in all my interactions with students.â
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. âI understand, Mr. Styles. I just want to make sure that if I take pride in these academic accomplishments⊠if I want to revel in the fact that I always receive praise from you and rarely any criticism â like todays feedback for example, which included no criticism, I want to make sure it is because I am worthy of it. And not because I won you over by involving myself in your extracurriculars or because we are⊠uh.. friendly.â
He looked at me with a reassuring smile, his gaze steady and sincere. âFirst of all, let me assure you that you are never inappropriate. The friendship weâve developed is separate from our academic interactions. Outside of school hours, I call you by your first name to maintain that distinction. In the classroom, I evaluate you purely on your merit.â
He leaned forward slightly, his tone earnest. âThe reason your feedback today contained no criticism is that your paper was truly flawless. If there had been any weaknesses or areas for improvement, I would have pointed them out without hesitation. I hold you in very high regard academically, and that respect extends to all aspects of your work. If I ever notice any shortcomings, I will address them so you have the opportunity to refine and grow.â
His expression softened, a touch of concern in his eyes. âThe only issue I see here is that you are doubting yourself. Your achievements and the praise you receive are well-deserved. You have a remarkable ability, and I believe in your potential. My only hope is that you start to see in yourself what I see in you â a brilliant, dedicated student who deserves every bit of recognition they receive.â
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief and a renewed confidence. When I looked down at my lap I heard him continue:
âAnd of course I value the relationship we have fostered outside of class. Would I be the man I am today if you hadnât introduced me to the wonders of Moroccan cuisine?â He tried to joke to ease the tension and unsurprisingly it worked as it earned him a soft chuckle of honest amusement.
âTheres the y/n I know and loveâ he bantered though I cant say my heart didnât skip a beat at the mention of the word âloveâ.
âYou know, there are many other cuisines youâre yet to try,â I said with a playful glint in my eye. âFor someone whoâs so well-traveled and cultured, itâs surprising how much youâve missed out on when it comes to food.â I teased.
âWell, perhaps youâll tell me all about it when weâre in Amsterdam for the debate competition,â he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine excitement.
I blinked, momentarily stunned. âWait, what? You secured that for us?â My voice wavered slightly as my heart leaped with joy. âI canât believe it! Iâm so excited. This is incredible news!â
He chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction. âI thought youâd like that. Itâs an excellent opportunity, and I know how much youâve been looking forward to it.â
I couldnât help but beam, my excitement bubbling over. âThis is amazing, truly. Thank you so much!â I stepped closer, touched by his thoughtfulness and dedication.
As I reached out, our hands brushed briefly, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver through me. His gaze softened, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. âIâm just glad we get to share this experience together,â he said softly.
The moment felt charged, filled with unspoken words and mutual appreciation. I nodded, my heart full of gratitude and warmth. âMe too,â I murmured, feeling the depth of our connection more than ever before.
Time jump â December is getting ready for Christmas.
As we stepped into the hotel lobby, the excitement was palpable among the debate team. Amsterdam was already charming me, even though Iâd only glimpsed it through the bus window. The streets were lined with picturesque canals and quaint buildings, each one more enchanting than the last. I couldnât help but talk animatedly about how Iâd dreamed of visiting the Netherlands ever since my father told me stories about the blooming flower fields when I was a child.
Harry, who had been sitting beside me on the bus, watched with a fond smile. âYou really seem to love the city,â he said. âMaybe we could find a couple of free days between the training and the competition to visit the flower fields.â
My eyes widened in delight. âReally? That would be incredible. But managing a whole field trip with the debate team might be a bit complicated.â
He grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âWell, we could go alone. Just you and me. A little escape from the team.â He added. âWe could explore some other things too if weâd like.â
The thought of spending time alone with him, wandering through a sea of flowers, made my heart race. I felt a warm blush creep up my cheeks. âThat sounds amazing. Iâd love that.â
When we checked into the hotel and were given our room keys, Anika, my vice president, and I realized that Harry and I had rooms on a separate floor. In fact, they were deluxe rooms though him and I booked standard rooms for everyone when we went over the budget. Anika seemed particularly perplexed by this.
âWhy did you get such a nice room and I didnât?â Anika questioned, her tone tinged with curiosity as she approached me in the lobby.
I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. âMaybe Mr. Styles thought I needed a little extra comfort. You know, as presidentâ I joked, not really sure if that was the case. âBesides, he probably just had to make decisions based on what was available.â I found myself lying, knowing I was curious myself.â
Anika raised an eyebrow. âOr maybe heâs using the budget money to splurge on you. Iâve noticed you two have become quite friendly. Could it be that he has a thing for you?â she teased, knowing I have spent months pining and flirting.
I laughed, shaking my head. âI donât think so, Anika. Weâre friends, and thatâs all it is. I donât think he feels anything else.ïżœïżœ I said, confidant of my words for the first time in this conversation. âPlus, you are the only person other than me and Harry that got her own room. Others are sharing and you likely have a king bed all to yourself.â
âHarry? Is that his name now?â she smirked. âI guess you forgot to tell me you are on a first name basis. Are you holding out on me Y/L/N?â she joked though she was never oblivious to the fact that you kept some encounters with Harry to yourself, as if it would fuel the fantasy somehow.
I raised an eyebrow and gave her a playful grin. âOh, come on. You have to admit everyone in the poetry society calls him that when we are outside the university.â I said, knowing that it was only one guy who was a family friend of Harryâs who got the honor.
She chuckled, but there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze. âRight. But you canât deny thereâs something a bit⊠special about how you two interact. Just saying.â
I rolled my eyes but couldnât suppress a smile. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, Iâm not holding my breath for anything more on this trip. Weâre here for the debate, remember? Thatâs the focus. But if anything happens laterâŠâ I shrugged playfully as she returned my knowing smile.
âFair enough. Just keep your eyes open anyway, okay? Sometimes things happen when you least expect them to.â
I heard Harry calling my name from the end of the hall. I turned around to see him walking towards me with a thoughtful expression.
âHey, do you still want to gather the debate team for a brief practice session before the afternoon debate?â he asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
I shook my head, smiling. âNo, no need. You were right; they need a break. Plus, everyone has their notecards and seems prepared.â
Harry nodded, his smile relaxing into a satisfied grin. âAlright then. Letâs head to the elevator; itâll be a bit quieter now anyway.â
We walked to the elevator together, and once inside, he pressed the button for my floor. The confined space seemed to amplify the gentle hum of the elevator, making it feel intimate.
Harry glanced at me with a soft smile, his eyes lingering a moment longer than usual. âYour hair looks different today. Did you do something special with it?â he asked, his voice carrying a playful undertone.
I felt a tinge of embarrassment, my cheeks warming slightly. âI just blow-dried it differently since I was in a rush this morning,â I replied, trying to sound casual.
Harryâs smile grew, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and something else I couldnât quite place. âWell, it looks beautiful. I wouldnât have guessed it was rushed.â
His compliment made my heart flutter, and I couldnât help but smile. âThanks, Harry. That makes me feel a lot better about this hectic morningâ I tried to divert the conversation, feeling nervous at his focus on me.
âYeah, well, at least you have matching socks,â he joked, and before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he lifted his foot, revealing his own mismatched socks with a playful grin.
I couldnât help but laugh. âYou and your accidental fashion choices,â I said, shaking my head with a smile, remembering that time I complimented his shoes only to find out he ordered the wrong ones online and couldnât get them returned. He looked handsome in them anyway, I had told him.
He shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âWhat can I say? I like to keep things interesting. And besides, itâs a good thing someoneâs got their fashion game on point around here.â He said, brushing off the fact that it was a rushed accident.
I playfully nudged him. âWell, I guess Iâll take that as a compliment. And for the record, I do have matching socks today, just in case you were wondering.â
Harryâs eyes softened as he looked at me, a warmth in his gaze that made my heart flutter. âWell, I must say, your socks are a lot less distracting than mine.â
I chuckled, feeling the tension between us ease into something more comfortable and light-hearted.
As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to my floor, Harry didnât make a move to exit. Instead, he turned to me with a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with warmth. âLet me walk you to your room. Itâs the least I can do. After all, itâs not every day I get to be a gentleman,â he said, completely ignoring the fact that his room was directly across from the elevator.
I laughed softly, touched by his thoughtfulness. âYouâre too kind, Harry. Itâs just down the hall here,â I said, gesturing toward my door, which was a short distance away from his.
As we walked together down the hallway, the atmosphere felt lighter, filled with a quiet, pleasant tension. Harryâs presence beside me was comforting, and I found myself appreciating the little thingsâlike how he occasionally glanced my way, as if trying to make the moment last just a bit longer.
When we reached my door, Harry reached out and brushed his hand lightly against mine as he opened the door for me. âEven so, a little extra time with youâwell, when else can I talk about my accidental shenanigans and have someone listen intently?â His voice was low and warm, and his gaze lingered on me with an intensity that sent a thrill down my spine.
I felt a flutter in my chest at his words but remained blissfully unaware of the deeper implications behind his gaze. âWell,â I said, smiling as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. âThanks for walking me. Itâs always nice to have a bit of company, especially when the company is as pleasant as yours.â
Harryâs smile grew softer, and he took a step back, still holding my gaze. âAnytime, y/n. Iâll see you in a few hours. Get some rest.
âYou too, Harry.â I said as he walked back to his own room.
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pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 6.7k words
warnings: explicit language, lots of fluff, smut (18+), fingering, protected piv sex, a bit of praise kink, mentions of readerâs strained relationship with her parents, alcohol consumption (drunk!reader and drunk!steve moment)
summary: the semester comes to an end
a/n: this turned out so much longer than expected wow but last chapter! wooo!!! (simultaneously happy and sad woo) epilogue coming next week !!
CHAPTER NINETEEN | âđđđđđ đđ đđđâ
Fall Semester 2017
âIâm gonna come over here all of the time.â
âWhen we actually get a couch, feel free to be our honorary fifth roommate anytime you want, Munson,â Robin said, which made you laugh as you also nodded in agreement.Â
It was the first night in the apartment and it definitely showedâ there were boxes everywhere, lifeless walls, and nothing in the living room aside from said boxes and a TV (courtesy of Vickieâs mom) on the floor that you all were currently surrounding. Your bedroom was also nothing but a mess, and so was everyone elseâs, which was the main reason why camping out in the living room for the night became the immediate consensus.Â
At first, you expected it to be a night of watching bad movies and ordering takeout, but Taliaâ now deemed as one of the coolest people youâd ever metâ was adamant about making an actual meal for you all. She said something about how nice it would be to have a real meal on your first night, and who were all of you to deny an actual home-cooked meal?Â
Eddie came over right when you mentioned spaghetti to him over the phone. His own shared apartment was also in a state of disarray, but he was fine with setting unpacking to the side for the time being.Â
âOkay, the foodâs done, but Iâm so sad that I forgot to get garlic bread,â Talia said. âNext time, though.âÂ
âI canât believe youâre already thinking about next time. Youâre way too good to us,â Vickie said and the rest of you hummed in agreement.Â
Talia only laughed in response as you all joined her in the kitchen to grab some food and then once again settled on the living room floor. Eddie left afterward, but promised not to âeat and runâ next time; none of you were entirely sure if you actually believed him.Â
The rest of the night felt equivalent to the kinds of sleepovers you imagine you wouldâve had if you had close enough friends when you were younger. There was a mass of blankets and pillows on the floor and you were watching probably one of the cheesiest romcoms to ever exist.
The four of you already felt like a little family. And perhaps it only already felt that way because youâd been craving a feeling like that for the past few years, maybe even for as long as you could remember. In your eyes, it was somehow so easy to immediately call the apartment your home.Â
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Spring Semester 2018
Anyone else wouldâve deemed it as horrible timingâ it was the middle of finals and all that shouldâve been on both of your minds was studyingâ but neither you nor Steve saw it that way. You two had been through worse timings, you figured.Â
It was hard for both of you to focus on what needed to be focused on, but you and him made it work. Mostly.Â
You could admit that there were probably too many moments where you were in the middle of working on an essay and you stopped to text him a random thought that came to mind, and then there were other moments where he was calling you when you knew that he was supposed to be studying for one of his many tests.Â
Even in this instance, it probably wasnât the best idea to be at Steveâs apartment instead of in your own space, and yet here you were anywayâ âwritingâ an essay that was due by midnight, the last one you had to do actually, as he âstudiedâ for the last test he had that was tomorrow.Â
âOkay, we should really get serious,â You said when you pulled away from Steve, maneuvering off of his lap and settling back on your side of the couch.Â
âWhat? We were just taking a quick break.â
âYeah, and five minutes turned into fifteen,â You responded, and then proceeded to say the words that you really didnât want to say. âI think I should go.â
Steve frowned; it was probably the cutest thing youâd ever seen. âNo. Stay.â
âWeâre just gonna keep distracting each other.â
He considered your words for a second. There was no way that he could deny them; you two were inadvertently distracting each other and had been for the past hour that youâd been at his place.Â
âOkay, what if you stayed out here and worked on your essay, and I went to my room to study. We wouldnât be able to distract each other then.â
It was endearing how adamant he was about you staying that you were nodding along to his suggestion instead of saying how kind of silly it was, like you were little kids that needed to be separated in school; but maybe that was actually a pretty accurate description of you two in this moment.Â
âOkay, yeah, that works,â You told him, biting back your amused smile.
âOkay,â He nodded and smiled, giving you a quick kiss before he stood up from the couch and gathered his stuff off of the coffee table. âSee you in a few hours.âÂ
You managed to finish your essay in what felt like record time, and you hadnât even been trying to rush through it. You proofread it two times before you submitted it and it was only a little after eleven when you closed your laptop, placed it on the coffee table, and then headed over to Steveâs room to see how he was doing with studying.Â
âIâm done.â
You gave him a skeptical look because the timing seemed a little too perfect. âYou sure?â
âYup, you can even test me if you want,â He said, giving you a teasing smile.Â
You laughed a bit as you nodded and went to sit across from him on his bed, crossing your legs under yourself. He handed over his notebook and you spent the next fifteen minutes âtestingâ him and, much to your happy surprise, he knew everything.Â
âYou are, in fact, ready for this final, Harrington,â You smiled at him. âI see an A+ in your future.â Â
âThank you,â He said, smiling back as he reached out to pull you into his lap and the notebook became discarded to the side.
You rested your hands on his shoulders and his settled on your hips.Â
âIâve missed you,â You told him before you thought about what you were saying, and then you were quickly shaking your head at yourself. âSorry, I know that probably sounds so dumb to say because, before this, the last time we saw each other was only three days ago, and itâs not like we didnât text and stuff⊠But, I donât knowââ
He cut off your rambling with a quick kiss. âItâs not dumb. Iâve missed you too. Iâm so glad finals are gonna be over tomorrow.âÂ
âMe too,â You said and then thought about something. âWell, Iâm technically already done with everything, but youâre gonna ace your test tomorrow. What time is it at?â
âOne.âÂ
You nodded at that and then looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand and took note of the time; it was only a few minutes past eleven-thirty right then.Â
âOkay, good, so you donât have to kick me out yet?â
He immediately shook his head at your question. âIâd never kick you out. Even if the test was at eight in the morning.âÂ
There was a playful tilt to his words, but you could also hear how true they were, which warmed something inside of you. You kissed him instead of saying anything else in response.Â
Your hands settled in the hair at the nape of his neck as you pushed yourself closer to him, getting rid of the little bit of space between you two.Â
It wasnât the first time you two had been in this positionâ you in his lap or just simply being this close to one another. However, this was the first time that it finally felt right to do more, and you suddenly really wanted to do more.Â
Other times, you and him had been at your place and things were noisy and it felt as if you two could be interrupted at any given moment, so you always slowed things down instead of pushing them forward. This time, though, you didnât want to keep things slow or ease away from him. There was no need toâ no potential interruption a few feet away, or random noises that carried through thin walls.Â
You had never cherished the quiet as much as you did in this moment in Steveâs bedroom.Â
Slowly, you moved yourself against him, searching for any sort of friction, and the soft groan you received from him in response made you smile and do it again and again. You could feel him growing hard beneath you with every teasing stir, straining against his sweatpants.Â
âShit,â Steveâs hands immediately went to your hips again and gave them a quick squeeze as you continued your slow movements.Â
âIs that okay?â You had a feeling that you knew what his answer was going to be, but you still asked it anyway and tried to sound as innocent and normal as ever.Â
He let out a contented sound. âMuch more than just okay.â
âGood,â You responded and then leaned into his ear as you softly said your next words. âI want you, Steve.â
He gave your hips another squeeze. âYeah?â
He was sort of guiding you at this point, controlling your movements; making you move a little quicker and then slowing you down again. It was subtle but so fucking hot and you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. You desperately wanted to slip out of the simple pair of leggings you were wearing so that there could be one less layer between you two.Â
âMhm, yeah,â You answered his one-word barely heard question and then pulled back to meet his eyes. âPlease.â
Steve didnât need to be told twice.Â
He shifted things with easeâ switching positions so that you were pressed back into the bed and he was settled between your now parted legs.Â
His fingers teased the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing, and you expected him to push it up and off of you, but he instead slipped beneath your shirt and found the waistband of your leggings so that he could pull them off of you.Â
The cool air hitting your now bare legs sent a chill through your body and your eyes slipped shut for a moment. When they opened again, you expected to immediately meet Steveâs eyes, but he was instead focused solely on the wet spot on your underwear.Â
âYouâre soaked, arenât you?â He asked as he started stroking your inner thigh, another action that sent something equivalent to a chill through your entire body.Â
You nodded shyly, closing your eyes again. âYeahâŠâ
You felt his hands find the bottom of your t-shirt again and that time he guided it off of you, leaving you in just your black bra. He leaned down to kiss you; it was slow and sweet like you two had all of the time in the world and it genuinely felt that way. âWhat do you want?â
âMmm,â It was hard to answer when your brain could barely form any coherent sentences. You could feel his hand traveling upward, getting closer and closer to where you needed him to be, but it was too hard to verbalize that right then. âFuckâŠâ
âGo on, pretty girl, use your words,â Steve said, and the sweet term of endearment made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.Â
His middle finger ghosted over your clit through your soaked underwear and your hips bucked upward, but he pulled his hand away before you could feel anything and you suddenly felt so close to crying. âFingersâ Your fingers, Steve. Please.â
âMhm,â He hummed softly and your eyes were shut but you could tell he was smirking. You were close to playfully calling him an asshole for all of his teasing but your brain was still practically running on autopilot, and then he was speaking again, anyway. âAnything for you.â
Your underwear was pulled off of you in one slow movement and you whimpered when you felt Steveâs middle finger trace through your soaked folds, gathering your slick and leisurely circling your clit. His other hand came up to firmly squeeze one of your breasts through the thin material of your bra that was the last piece of clothing left on your body.Â
âTake this off for me, honey,â He told you and you listened almost embarrassingly fast; bra gone and tossed somewhere on his floor in a matter of seconds.Â
âGood,â His finger continued teasing your clit, and the thumb of his free hand moved to rub your now exposed nipple. âGood girl.â
You barely had time to process the soft praise and what exactly it did to you before two of his fingers finally entered you and you sucked in the sharpest breath, all thoughts suddenly gone again.Â
âSteveâŠâ Was all you could manage to say in the quietest voice as your eyes slipped shut and you focused on the feel of his fingers inside of you, somehow quickly finding and hitting the most perfect spots.Â
âYou look so good like this,â Steve whispered, fingers slowly picking up speed and making you softly whine at every movement. âSpread out for me and squeezing my fingers so tight. Fuck.â
A part of you wanted to say something backâ match his words and tell him how fucking perfect all of this was, how perfect he wasâ but your brain was effectively mush and all you could do was moan and whimper and mewl in response to him. Lucky for you, that all sounded like music to his ears. Â
He added another finger and his thumb found your clit, which made your body jerk harshly off of the bed.
âSteve, fuck. Right⊠Right there, yeah.â
The rough strokes against your clit pushed you so close to the edge, you could feel the pressure starting to build in your lower stomach. You turned your head, burying your face into his pillow and trying your hardest to hold back the scream you wanted to let out.
âShit,â He said. âYou gonna come, honey?âÂ
You quickly nodded. âYes, yeah.â
âGo ahead,â He told you, voice low. âCome for me.â
Your eyes opened and you met his gaze as you did. He looked completely enamored by you, which only made your orgasm hit you a thousand times harder. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears as Steve continued fingering you through your orgasm, trying to prolong it for as long as possible. He withdrew his fingers when he could tell that the overstimulation was becoming too much for you.Â
âYouâre so good for me,â He said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. âThat was so fast.â
Finally, your brain was able to form coherent sentences. âYouâre so cocky.â
Steve let out the softest laugh. âMm, but you love it.â
He was a thousand percent right, but you still shook your head. âHate it, actually.â
âDoesnât feel that way,â He said as he pressed the most featherlight touch against your sensitive clit and all you could do was softly whine at the feeling.Â
He was smiling as he lay down next to you and pulled you close to him, the side of your head pressing against his chest and one leg tangling with his. It was quiet as your breathing continued to return back to normal and your mind became clearer. After the briefest moment, your hand moved to dip beneath his sweatpants and boxers.Â
Steve let out a low groan when your hand found his hard cock before he softly said, âWe donât have to.â
âI want to,â You told him and then moved so that you were straddling his lap again. Your arousal was practically dripping down your thighs and making the hottest mess against his sweatpants. âI need you inside of me.â
âFuck,â His eyes slipped shut for a brief second as if imagining what was about to happen. âYou sure?â
âVery sure. Really sure. Super sure,â You answered, smiling at him.Â
Your hands went to grab at the ends of his t-shirt, pushing it upward, and he got the hint and quickly pulled it off. You then lifted your hips so that he could push down his sweatpants and boxers, and when his cock sprang free you let out a soft sound that slightly resembled a gasp. Your hand seemed to take on a mind of its own as it reached out to wrap around his hard length again and your thumb brushed against the tip. Â
He let out a strangled noise. âShit, shit.â
âIs this good?â You asked softly as you slowly started moving your hand.Â
âSo good. So fucking good.âÂ
It was nice seeing him become a mess due to your teasing like youâd been because of him a few minutes ago.
After barely a minute, he placed a hand on your wrist to stop your movements. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then he was leaning over to his nightstand and rummaging through the top drawer to pull out a condom. You quickly grabbed it from him and did all of the work of slipping it on his cock, which he immediately thought was the hottest thing heâd ever seen and he was close to cumming right then and there, but he somehow managed to hold back.Â
He so badly wanted to let his eyes fall shut as you slowly lowered onto him, but he kept his gaze on you and he promptly decided that that was probably one of the best decisions he ever made. There was nothing else that felt more like heaven to him than watching you throw your head back and let out the loudest moan as you took him inside of you completely.Â
âFuck, youâre taking me so well,â Steve groaned, still not taking his eyes off of you, and you could only nod in response.Â
You didnât move for a few moments. Instead, you savored and got used to the feeling of being so full of him. When you did finally start moving, lifting yourself ever so slightly and then sinking right back down onto Seveâs length, you let out a string of curses that morphed into soft moans.
Your hands became lost in his hair at some point and he had a near-bruising grip on your hips as he guided your movements, helping you ride him.Â
He flipped you two over when he couldnât take it anymore, hand finding your hip as he pushed deep inside of you.Â
âFuck, Steve!âÂ
The thrusts were rough and quick but surprisingly didnât feel as such.
âYou feel so good,â He told you. âYouâre so fucking perfect for me.â
You could feel yourself clenching around him when he said his words and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Â
âYou gonna come?â You mumbled, brain barely about to form a coherent sentence, but Steve nodded wildly.Â
âYeah. Yeah, honey, so close.â
You mewled. âMm, me too.âÂ
Upon hearing that, he let one of his hands slip between your bodies to find your clit. He started circling the sensitive nub, bringing you closer and closer to that edge with him. You clenched around his cock again and your back arched off the bed, hard nipples brushing against his chest.Â
You came when his lips abruptly found yours in the messiest kiss; it was a mix of tongues and teeth that was perfect and pushed you over the cliff. You cried out his name again and again and again as your orgasm abruptly hit you, it almost sounded as if you were saying some sort of prayer. Steve followed suit moments after, spilling into the condom with a loud groan after a particularly hard thrust. Â
Your heart pounded wildly in your chest and it barely felt like it was slowing down, but eventually it did. Steveâs weight crushed you in the most soothing way possible and he buried his face in your neck, placing soft kisses against the skin.Â
You had no idea what time it was and you felt too exhausted to turn your head and look at his nightstand.Â
âDo you have to kick me out now?â You asked, mostly joking with your question.Â
Steve pulled away from your neck then, eyes meeting yours. âYouâre staying the night.â
You were too tired to play into your joke further so you nodded your head at his words and simply tilted your head up to kiss him instead. You two fell asleep just like that for the time being, exhausted bodies and tangled limbs.
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You smiled when Steve opened the door and you fought the urge to greet him with a hug and kiss like you normally did because in this instance you were holding something behind your back. âHi.â
âHi,â He smiled back before giving you a curious look when he noticed that you were hiding something. âWhat do you got there?â
âA surprise,â You answered as you stepped inside his apartment. âA very important surprise, actually.âÂ
âReally?â
âMhm,â You nodded and he looked at you expectantly but you let a silence linger for a few beats to make things more dramatic. After what felt like way too long of a pause, you showed him what you were holding, which at first didnât look like anything special since all he saw was a gray plastic bag, but then you pulled out the package inside. âTheyâre curtains for your living room!âÂ
Steve smiled at you immediately and you could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. âFinally.âÂ
âDo I get the âbest girlfriend everâ award now?âÂ
He couldnât help but laugh a little then as he reached out to pull you into his arms and then he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. âYes, a thousand percent.â
âAnd theyâre black too so theyâll block out the sun perfectly in the morning,â You told him as you returned the embrace for a brief second and then pulled back. âCome on, letâs put them up now.âÂ
It took an hour to put the curtains upâ the directions were a lot more confusing and meticulous than expectedâ but once it was done they looked great. Â
âNow we can fall asleep out here whenever we want,â You said when you and Steve were settled on his couch.
His hand mindlessly stroked one of your legs that were resting in his lap. âI think Iâd much rather be in my bed with you.â
You looked at him, a teasing smile on your lips. âWe havenât had sex on the couch yet, though, and now itâs a possibility because we donât have to worry about the people across the street looking in.âÂ
âThatâs a great idea,â Steve said, smiling back as his hand moved up to slip beneath your shirt and rest on your waist.
You were slightly tempted to lean into his touch, but you shook your head instead.
âWait, no, letâs save that for later. We have other important things to do right now,â You said, and when he gave you a confused look, you leaned over to lightly poke his side. âYou said you were gonna show me your favorite movie. That was the reason why I came over. Aside from gifting you your curtains, of course.â Â
âOh, yeah,â He nodded as he leaned over to grab the TV remote off of the coffee table. âI havenât seen this movie in a long time, probably since I was a kid, but for some reason it was the first thing that came to mind when I was thinking about movies I really like.âÂ
Seconds later, he was pulling up Big Fat Liar, which you didnât at all expect, but it was the best surprise. The smallest part of you had thought that he was going to out himself as a film bro and force you to watch some Martin Scorcese movie with him. This outcome was a thousand times better.Â
âI love this movie,â You told him, smiling. You also hadnât seen it in forever, but in your eyes, it was still a classic. âIt was one of the three that would play on repeat in my house when I was a kid; the other ones were Mulan and the second Spy Kids movie. At one point, my parents hid the DVDs away from me since I played them so much. I did manage to find them, though.âÂ
Steve gave you an amused smile. âNow Iâm imagining a five-year-old you ruining your entire house to find the movies.â
You let out a laugh. âWhatever image youâre coming up with is probably very accurate.âÂ
âHey, since weâre on the parent topic, I feel like I need to talk to yours.âÂ
You immediately laughed again, assuming he was joking, but when he didnât join in on your laughter or give you a playful smile, you stopped. âOh, youâre being serious.âÂ
âAs your real boyfriend this time around, I think I should probably meet your parents before we go to a different country again,â He said, playfully smiling at you, but you were certain that he was actually being serious. If it werenât for his abrupt mention of your parents, you wouldâve happily smiled at him bringing up your and his plans for the summer; plans that actually managed to come together pretty fast.Â
The day that Steve finished his last final, he came over to your place and you two spent hours upon hours figuring out your plans for the summer; the places you both wanted to go, specific things to do and spots to eat in said places, where to spend the most time and where to spend the least, etc. All of the research was exhaustingâ you had ended up falling asleep around three in the morning with your head on Steveâs shoulder and your computer opened up in your lapâ but it was the good kind of exhausting if that was even possible. The entire thing was impulsive and abrupt, two factors that couldâve easily made the whole thing be deemed as a bad idea, but you truly felt like it wouldnât be.Â
You were quiet for a few moments, processing Steveâs previous words, and then you gave him a quick nod. âOkay, yeah, um, sure.â
He was easily able to pick up that something was at least a little wrong. âYeah?â
âYup,â You nodded again, looking away from him then and focusing on the TV. You were about to shift the conversation back to talking about the movie, but he started talking before you could.
âIf you donât want them to meet me yet, thatâs okay.âÂ
âNo, no, youâre right. It would make sense if you met them. Like, if we did a quick phone call or whatever,â You said and then let out a sigh. You got quiet again and tried to figure out the best way to say what you really didnât want to; talking about your parents was a hard feat. You had barely gotten to the point where you felt like you could easily do it with Eddie or Robin or anyone else.
Your eyes were still on the TV when you spoke again and decided to be entirely honest with Steve. âItâs just⊠Itâs really hard talking to them sometimes. Like, talking about myself with them. Life stuff. It always feels like they wonât care.â
Steveâs hand found yours, intertwining them and giving a light squeeze. âIâm sure thatâs not true.â
âYouâd be surprised,â You told him and then finally met his eyes again. There was a soft look on his face that you wanted to get rid of, so you quickly tried to make things lighthearted and a lot less serious and sad. âYou donât need to talk to them. The only parental approval you need is from Robin, which you have, so everythingâs fine.â
Steve nodded and didnât push you further on everything, even though you could tell he kind of wanted to. Weird and strained parent relationships werenât foreign to him, but you could tell that he was wondering if it really was only just about that. It was a thought that you quickly wanted to shut down.
âAnd I promise this really isnât about you. Itâs completely about them. If I had actual good parents, I would love to tell them about you and how much I adore you, and how I canât wait to spend the summer with you. And Iâd probably go into an annoyingly deep amount of detail about what all of our plans are,â You rambled and the smile he gave you warmed your heart. âBut, I donât have good parents, so we donât need to worry about telling them anything.â
âSo, if they randomly call when weâre in London, thatâs when youâll break the news?â His question was playful and lighthearted and just what you wanted to hear right then.
âYes, exactly, that sounds like perfect timing,â You answered, laughing a little. âYâknow this whole parent conversation is making me realize that your parents are probably gonna hate when you tell them that weâre together, or I guess, âbackâ together. Your mom really didnât like me.âÂ
It was a weird set of circumstances that you werenât entirely sure how it would be solved. Even before Steve told them that you two had broken up because you âcheated,â you could tell that his mom wasnât at all a fan of you and wanted Steve to be with anyone else. Probably a girl handpicked from a specific list.Â
âRemember when you told me that itâs my life, and I should do what I want because I have to live it?â He asked, and you nodded, the smallest smile on your face.
âIâm what you want?â It was a question that you were certain of the answer to, but you still had the urge to ask it.Â
Steve nodded as he pulled your intertwined hands up so that he could press a quick kiss to the back of yours. âAlways. You just got the âbest girlfriend everâ award, remember?â
You smiled wider as you nodded back. âAh yes, you can never break up with me, no matter what your parents say, because of the curtains.â
âExactly.â
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The party had been an idea since mid-March. Robin randomly suggested it to you and Vickie one nightâ âHow fucking cool would it be if we threw a graduation party for Talia?ââ and you both immediately agreed.Â
And now, a month and a half later, here it was. Over thirty people were crammed into your guysâ apartment, but everyone was having funâ especially Talia, which was all that really matteredâ so it made the mess that youâd all have to clean up in the morning worth it.Â
It was pretty safe to say that you were drunk. It was actually a statement that couldâve been said just an hour into the party, but it was even more certain now as the second hour moved into the third.Â
You currently lingered by Eddie who, right at the start of the party, had appointed himself as the one in charge of the music, which didnât surprise any of you. He was sitting with your laptop that was connected to the speakers set up in the living room. Every few minutes you jokingly suggested songs for him to play and he kept playfully shooing you away and vetoed all of your suggestions. When he actually did play the Pitbull song you requested, you laughed for what felt like five minutes straight.Â
Eddie shook his head at you, but there was a smile on his face, like he wanted to laugh at your current antics. âYouâre so drunk right now.âÂ
You had enough self-awareness to know that you couldnât argue with his words, so you simply stuck your tongue out at him instead.Â
He couldnât hold back his laugh that time. âAnd that confirms it.âÂ
You started walking away then and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up when he told you to âStay safe!â as you wandered off. You headed into the kitchen for no particular reasonâ a part of you wanted another drink, but you could also recognize how bad of an idea that would be. You considered grabbing some food; a room-temperature slice of pizza didnât sound like the worst thing in the world right then.Â
A pair of hands abruptly grabbing your waist made you jump and yelp. The touch didnât feel entirely unfamiliar, though, so when you turned and saw Steve in front of you, you were quick to smile at him even though your heart was still racing. Â
You couldnât remember the last time youâd seen him tonight, and you also couldnât remember how exactly you two had gotten split up in the first place.Â
âSorry for scaring you.âÂ
That was suddenly the last thing on your drunken mind.Â
âHi,â You said, practically jumping into his arms. âWhereâve you been?â
He laughed a bit at your enthusiasm. âTalking to Robin. She was rambling about this one summer class that she signed up for, and then she roped me into playing a drinking game version of Uno with her and a couple of her music major friends.âÂ
âOh, that makes sense. Thatâs one of her favorite things to do at a party. It gets very intense so I always stay away,â You said, and then noticed his flushed cheeks and lazy smile which made you laugh a little. âHow much were you forced to drink during the game?âÂ
âA lot,â He admitted and then proceeded to give you the most exaggerated sad look that youâd probably ever seen. âTurns out I kinda suck at Uno.â
You let out a soft âAwâ and leaned in to kiss his cheek, playing into how âsadâ he was. âYou shouldâve let me warn you how good Robin is at that game. Thatâs why we never play it at game night anymore.âÂ
Steveâs hands settled on your waist and he pulled you close. You so badly wanted to kiss him at that moment, and there was so much going on around you both right then that you were certain that nobody wouldâve paid attention to the two of you making out in the kitchen.Â
Instead of doing that though, you pulled away from him abruptly. Your hand found his and you started pulling him out of the kitchen.
âWhere are we going?â He asked, and you werenât looking at him, but you could hear the amused smile in his voice.Â
âI need to show you something in my room,â You answered and then took a quick glance at him. âItâs super important.â
When the door was closed behind you two, you looked at Steve and he gave you a certain look.Â
âWhat did you wanna show me?â
âHmm, weirdly enough, I completely forgot,â You gave him a quick shrug and a small smile before getting closer to him and circling your arms around his torso.
âOh my god, did you bring me in here to seduce me?â He asked, returning the embrace immediately, and the playfulness in his tone made you let out the softest laugh.Â
âMaybe a teeny tiny little bit.â
âThatâs very cute.âÂ
You lifted your head from his chest and finally kissed him. It felt like it had been years since the last time youâd kissed him and it was definitely your inebriation making you so hyperbolic and over-dramatic because the actual last time was definitely just a few hours ago, but you still savored the feeling of his lips on yours.Â
Steveâs hand found your cheek and he deepened the kiss immediately. You inwardly sighed in contentment and your hands fisted themselves in the shirt he was wearing and pulled him impossibly closer to you.Â
It was when he started guiding you back toward your bed that the tiniest bit of logical thinking suddenly sunk in and you broke the heated kiss. âWait, shit, anyone could walk in.â
Steve considered your words for a moment and then walked over to your door to lock it. âProblem solved.â
The door being locked didnât change the fact that you could still be interrupted by any sort of harsh knock against it, but who were you to deny his logic in this moment and the stupidly happy smile on his face?
You let out a breath of a laugh as you nodded in agreement. âProblem solved.âÂ
It was a blur of movements that led you two to laying on your bedâ Steve on top of you and settled perfectly between your legs. Your skirt had ridden up into oblivion and his jeans-covered hard-on was rubbing against you in the best way possible.Â
âI canât wait to spend the summer with you,â You mumbled at one point. Steveâs mouth had moved from your lips to your jaw and then down to your neck.Â
âJust the summer?â He mumbled against your skin. âYou planning to get rid of me after that?â
You mock gasped. âOh no, you caught me.â
He nipped harshly at your neck, which made you giggle.Â
One of your hands came up to find his face, pulling him away from your neck so you could meet his eyes in the darkness. âI canât wait to spend the summer with you, and also many, many days and years after that.â
âMm, thatâs what I like to hear.â
You two were very drunk and it was obvious that most of your words were exaggerated, but your previous statement didnât entirely feel that way.Â
Steveâs lips found yours again and you let out a happy hum in response. His hand moved higher and higher on your thigh which made you moan softly, and you felt so tempted to grab his hand and guide it right where you needed it to be.Â
Before you could do any of that or even contemplate it further, there was a loud knock on your door and then you heard Robinâs voice. âAre you two in there?âÂ
âNo!â You yelled out loud enough for her to hear. âNobodyâs in here.â
âWeâre about to do the cake, so your presence out here is very importantly needed!âÂ
The smallest part of you wanted to say no and resume what you were doing with Steve, but you couldnât.
Your eyes met Steveâs for a second before you shut them. âOkay, weâre coming!âÂ
âThank you!â
Steve pressed a quick peck against your lips and then rolled off of you. âWeâll pick this up later.â
You followed suit and stood up from your bed, readjusting your skirt in the process. âI canât promise I wonât pass out before then.â
âIn that case, Iâll make sure to carry you back here and tuck you into bed,â He said with a smile as he circled an arm around you.
You sighed dreamily and leaned into his touch. âUgh, youâre too good to me.â
He laughed a bit and then pressed a kiss to the side of your head. âYouâre also way too good to me. Remember last night at the arcade? You actually let me beat you at air hockey.â
You quickly shook your head. âShh, you werenât supposed to know that.â
âIâm sorry, but you made it very obvious,â He said, laughing again, and that time you couldnât help but laugh too.Â
You got the sudden urge to pull him back into your bed. Not even to do anything that would lead to both of your clothes coming off in the process, but to just simply talk to him. About nothing and everything until you fell asleep and woke up with what you assumed would be the worst headache. It had only been a few weeks, but you had quickly gotten to the point where you wanted to tell everything to Steve; every one of your random thoughts or whatever else was on your mind. And you always did, and he did the same.Â
Of course, you knew that you couldnât do that right in this moment because another knock from Robin was inevitable. So you instead laced Steveâs hand with yours and led you both back into the noise of the party.Â
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