#me and her ex just sat there. waiting until i finally decided to get out to comfort her sinxe he didn't even try

[demie90s]

Too Late to Love Me Right

Caitlin Clark x Paige Bueckers x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Caitlin Clark had a boyfriend. And she had you—at least, late at night when no one was looking. You asked for more, but she stayed where it was safe. Wrong Choice.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Angst, hurt/comfort, healing, second chances denied, slow-burn romance (Paige x Reader), ex-regret (Caitlin x Reader)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Emotional cheating, toxic dynamics, heartbreak, pining, past sexual tension, implied smut, strong language, protective Paige energy

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 1k

I should’ve known the second she didn’t pick up.

It was pouring—like the sky was sick of holding back. The kind of rain that soaks your socks through your sneakers. The kind where you don’t just need a ride, you need someone who gives a damn. And I called Caitlin.

Not Connor. Not my roommate. Not even my sister. I called her. And she sent me to voicemail.

The next day she texted, “Sorry. Connor was over. I didn’t wanna start something.”

That was the moment something snapped. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… final. A slow, quiet burn of realization that she was never gonna choose me. At least not fully. Not proudly. And not in the way I needed her to.

It didn’t start that way. We were best friends first. Teammates without a team. She’d FaceTime me at 1AM just to vent about film, about pressure, about how lonely it gets when the whole world thinks you’re untouchable. And I’d listen, every time. We had this rhythm—late night talks, shared playlists, inside jokes no one else would get. She called me her peace. I called her my maybe.

I tried to hold onto that.

Even when she introduced Connor. Even when she said it was “casual.” Even when he started showing up to practices. Sitting front row. Putting his arm around her waist like he had any right. I played cool. I joked. I smiled through gritted teeth when he called me her little bestie.

But I wasn’t little. And I wasn’t just her friend.

Not with the way she looked at me when she thought he wasn’t watching. Not with the way her voice dropped when she asked who I was talking to. Not when her hand brushed mine and lingered. She knew what it was. She just didn’t want to risk it.

I did.

I told her one night, soft and serious. “I’d do this for real. Just say the word.”

She blinked. Stared at the ground. Said nothing.

And a week later, I saw her post him with the caption “my favorite person.”

So I left. Transferred. Got the hell out of Iowa and decided to stop waiting for someone who only wanted me in private.

UConn wasn’t even on my radar until my best friend—a loudmouth, genius media manager—said, “You need a fresh start and a better roster to break hearts with.” She shared a dorm with me. Let me crash her team events. Gassed me up so hard the players started noticing before I even wore a jersey.

That’s how I met Paige. And she didn’t hesitate.

She saw me—really saw me. The first day we talked, I was sitting in the corner of the gym, headphones on, iced coffee sweating in my hand. She sat beside me like she’d been invited. Asked my name. Asked where I transferred from. Asked why I looked like I didn’t wanna be touched.

I told her the truth. I said, “Someone picked the easy choice over me.”

She said, “Damn. Their loss.”

Then she winked. Then she came back the next day. And the next. And the next.

It started slow, but not shy. Paige wasn’t afraid to like me out loud. She pulled me into team huddles. Sat next to me on the bus. Flirted in front of coaches. She never made me guess. And somewhere in the middle of that chaos, I realized I was healing.

Until one night, months later, I checked my phone and saw her name.

Caitlin. No Connor. Just her.

“Hey. I saw your game. You looked good. Can we talk?” I didn’t answer. But I showed the text to Paige.

She looked at it, then looked at me. “You good?” I smiled. “I’m better.”

I hated sitting still. Watching my team warm up without me made my jaw clench. My leg was fine—bruised, not broken—but protocol was protocol. One month off. No exceptions.

I wasn’t mad about resting. I was mad that this game, this one, had to be the one I missed.

UConn vs Iowa. Of course it was.

The second I saw that schedule, I knew it’d happen eventually. I just didn’t expect to be benched, iced up on the sidelines in team sweats and a hoodie, watching Caitlin Clark jog across my court like she hadn’t torn through me a year ago.

She looked the same. A little more tired maybe. Still sharp. Still dangerous with a ball in her hands. But when her eyes found mine from across the gym, she froze. Only for a second—but I caught it.

I didn’t wave. Didn’t nod. I just turned my attention to Paige, who was already leaning over my chair, rubbing my shoulder like I was the star of the show anyway.

“You sure you wanna sit on the floor?” she asked, voice low just for me.

“I need to see everything,” I muttered. “And I want her to see me seeing it.”

Paige smirked. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.”

We laughed. And from the corner of my eye, I saw Caitlin watching.

It was like that all game. Her eyes kept drifting over. Even during timeouts. Even when the ball was live. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t engage.

At halftime, she finally got bold.

Came over during the shuffle to the tunnel, her warmup towel hanging around her neck, sweat still glistening down her temple. She looked at me like she had a hundred things to say.

“Hey,” she said.

I gave her a flat, polite smile. “Hi.”

Her eyes flicked to Paige, who was holding my water bottle and definitely not moving. Then back to me.

“You look good,” she said softly. “I didn’t know you were out this game.”

“Yup. Just this one.”

Awkward pause.

“Well… I hope it’s not serious,” she added, like that might get her somewhere.

I nodded once. “Thanks. Good luck.”

Then I turned right back to Paige, who leaned down and whispered, “You handled that real cute.”

I smiled up at her. “I’m past cute. I’m in my healed era.” The second half started, and I didn’t look at Caitlin again. But I could feel her.

She’d had her shot. Now she was stuck on the outside looking in—just like I used to be.

And this time? I wasn’t coming back.

Third quarter was tight. Bodies flying, fouls building, energy high. But I didn’t flinch from my seat, leg wrapped, hoodie on, completely at peace. Paige had dropped fifteen already, and every time she hit a three, she looked back at me like she wanted to hear me scream her name.

And I did. Loud.

I wasn’t just cheering—I was hers. Unapologetically. The whole team knew it. Our coaches probably suspected it. Hell, even the crowd caught on when she winked at me from the free throw line.

Caitlin did too.

She’d been glancing over since tipoff, but now it was different. She missed a shot, and I saw her head snap toward me after it bounced off the rim. Like maybe I’d say something. Like maybe she needed to see my reaction.

Instead, she saw Paige come to the sideline, sweat dripping, and lean right into me.

“You need anything?” she asked, holding her hands on the armrests of my chair like she was locking me in.

“Yeah,” I said, pretending to think. “A win. And a kiss.”

Paige grinned. Brushed her fingers under my chin. “Later.”

I laughed. Pulled her down just a little by the drawstring of her jersey and whispered something in her ear I knew would make her blush. And when she jogged off, I looked up and saw Caitlin still watching.

Like frozen. Like the pieces were finally clicking, too late.

The way Paige touched me. The way I leaned into her. The way I looked at her like she was the only person in the room. You couldn’t mistake it. You didn’t have to hear the words. It was in the body language, in the comfort, in the quiet claiming of something real.

That used to be her.

Caitlin blinked hard. Looked away. Missed her defensive assignment. And I didn’t feel bad.

I just reached down, grabbed my water, and leaned back in my seat—smiling as Paige drained another three and pointed right at me.

We won.

It wasn’t a blowout, but it was clean. UConn by nine. Paige dropped twenty-three and held Caitlin to her quietest fourth quarter all season. She just… couldn’t focus. Missed open looks. Turned the ball over twice in the final two minutes. She kept looking over. At me. At Paige. At us.

And we didn’t look back.

When the buzzer went off, the bench exploded. Coaches clapping, girls yelling, cameras flashing—and right in the middle of it, Paige sprinted toward me like she was the one coming off the bench. Like she’d been holding it in all game.

“Baby,” she breathed, already climbing into my space, one knee on the bench, one hand in my hair.

“Hi,” I grinned, teasing.

“You saw me out there?”

I nodded slow. “Girl be frl.” That was all she needed.

She kissed me. Hard and sweet and reckless, like she didn’t care who saw—and truth was, she didn’t. She kissed me like I was her prize. Her person. Her proof.

And the crowd ate it up. Phones out. Flashes popping. Teammates cheering louder. I even heard someone gasp from the other side of the court, but I didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Caitlin.

She was standing there still in uniform, hands on her hips, sweat curling at her temples, eyes locked on me like she was in a different game entirely. One she’d already lost.

And this time? I didn’t flinch. I didn’t smile. I didn’t even blink. I just kissed Paige back, deep and soft and full of everything Caitlin refused to claim.

Then I pulled away, rested my forehead against hers, and whispered, “Told you I’d get that kiss.”

Paige smiled against my lips. “Next time, make me work harder for it.”

She walked back to the team. And I sat there, still basking. Still warm. Still winning. Caitlin finally looked away. But the damage was done.

@draculara-vonvamp @non3ofurbusiness @toorealrai @kajspeaks

[caramelcoloredkiss]

hello! i saw ur post and im excited to read ur works so i decided to give u a request! hope u dont mind :3

m!reader who is really slim, not to the point he's unhealthy but just think of him having every girl's dream body, and then there's m!reader's bf who wants to see m!reader under all that baggy clothing but doesn't want to be too pushy so he waits until they finally decide to make love and the moment m!reader's bf sees such a heavenly sight, all he wants to mark him inside out!! kinks r up to u but i do would request creampie :3

First request from our lovely anon! Your wish is my command <3

"𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉 ٭"

[OC!Malcom x Sub!Male reader]

"You were always avoiding the topic of sex when it came to your boyfriend, but being so stressed over the course of your semester. You just needed something to relieve stress. Luckily your boyfriend is just so happy to give it to you.

Contains: 18+ , sweet -> smutty, body worship, size difference, creampie, praise, insecure+anxiety filled!reader

Let me know if you have any feed back or criticism! Or just how you feel about this~

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If there were a man that knew how to make you feel loved, it was your boyfriend.

Malcom was infatuated by your very existance. The way you laughed, spoke, and moved— by God it was like you put a curse on him. The smell of your cologne and shampoo had filled his senses; he had always held you close like it was his last.

You knew his love was bigger than anything else, but it always caught you off guard whenever he said it so casually. How were you able to get your hands in a man that had the biggest heart in the world? You weren't so sure.

"It's so unfair!"

You had felt yourself flinch from the sudden declaration; it was your friend, who had been laying on the carpeted ground of the living room in your apartment. She had began to talk about her exe's while you both worked on a document for your college assignment, honestly if you didn't know any better— she probably only came here to vent about more of her failed relationships.

"You seriously wouldn't believe it! The fucking asshole had the audacity to comment about my sex life! Like— if you want pussy that badly go to a prostitute! Or all the other fucking girls who you keep switching between every week!"

She huffed, pressing her face on the pillow she had taken from the sofa to muffle her uncontrollable yelling. Sofie had always been a bit easily agitated, but today was her last straw apparently.

"Why'd you even date him?"

You asked, pausing your typing on your laptop to lean back on the sofa while she rolled around on the floor, kicking her legs in the air. Your friend let out a sigh and took the pillow off her face, she looked extremely tired, did the situation really bother her that much?

"Look man.. He had good dick! But the asshole had something worth bragging and decided it was his whole personality! He was pretty big too so—"

Too much details!

"Okay stop! I don't wanna hear the details of you sex with him."

You shudder at the very thought of it, this girl was shameless, but she was your bestfriend so you couldn't complain about your choices.

"Whateverrr—"

Sofie sat up from the floor and stood up, heading towards your kitchen— your semi-kitchen anyways. She grabbed the caramel pudding that was stashed underneath, it was still so weird how she could just find the snacks Malcom buys you.

" anyways I probably shouldn't complain to you, not when your boyfriend was sent by God apparently. Seriously! He keeps buying you shit, my boyfriends couldn't even buy me flowers!"

"It's because he's nice to me, besides I buy him just as much the amount as he does for me."

Sofie teasingly rolled her eyes and peeled the packaging seal of the pudding, grabbing a spoon to eat.

"Mhm sure. Oh yeah— he dicked you down yet?"

You coughed out loud, choking in your own saliva; caught off guard by her words. Did this girl just wear no filter whenever you were around? Usually she was more shy with people.

"𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘦! Why are you so sex craved!?—"

"I am not! I just haven't heard much from you about yours, is he that bad?—"

"—well I wouldn't know! "

You both paused, sitting in silence. You didn't mean to say that—it was true but it didn't have to be said!

Closing your laptop, you put it besides you, theirs no way you could work under these way too personal questions.

"Oh, really? I heard Malcolm was pretty good. Did he not want to? Kinda fucked up if so." Sofie said, scooping a spoonful of pudding in the cup to shove in her mouth. Walking back to you to sit on the couch.

You shook your head, it wasn't like he didn't want to have sex with you. It was the fact that you were too scared to even show your body to him, you were slim, yeah it was almost every girls ideal body type— but you didn't even know if it was 𝘩𝘪𝘴. You were already in disbelief by the fact that he even reciprocated feelings for you, sex was the last thing that came into your mind.

But it didn't mean you could avoid the image of his muscular arms caging you while you layed helpless at his mercy, not mentioning the fact that he constantly walked around shirtless in your apartment— You fought your urges every day at that point.

"Well if not, I say you should, we already finished our exams you might as well get some relaxation in your life before our semester is over— we only have to submit a few of our projects left anyways."

You felt your cheeks burn, it was ridiculous. The thought of finally making love to him made you feel completely weak, you weren't even sure if he wanted to have sex with you.

"—He's probably been waiting for you to give permission or something."

You could only hope she was right.

This is embarrassing.

You layed on your bed for what felt like hours, waiting for him.

"Why is he taking so long? Ugh, I might throw up."

Sitting up, you moved from your bed to open your bed side cabinet— you had bought some lube and condoms from the store just a bit earlier, having to go to the counter to purchase the said items made you want to curl up into a ball, for fucks sakes—

Of course the cashier wasn't the only one to witness you buy them!

You were an adult.

You weren't supposed to be ashamed for buying them, or even about sex in general! But you were a virgin, someone who had stayed far away from any form of sexual intimacy for the sake of your own dignity— and now you were offering it to 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"Calm down, [Name]. If he doesn't want to that's fine, you can just cope with it and move on!"

You felt yourself shaking, dammit you felt pathetic. It wasn't your fault your mom wanted to keep you safe! Maybe this was a bad idea, if he didn't say anything then that probably meant he—

You felt a sudden pressure wrap around your waist, the figure burying it's nose at the crook of you neck.

"Hi baby.. I missed you.."

You made a quick reaction and closed your cabinet, praying he hadn't just seen what you prepared.

"M-Malcom! Hi— did your practice go well?"

Turning your body around to look at him, lifting his face off your neck—you gently caressed his face with incredible amounts of affection. While he had determinely locked his arms around your waist, seemingly needy for your touch.

"It was fine.. Took too long, it was a pain in the ass.. "

You nodded, as he leaned his face against your hand. Malcom had always been a bit clingy when he was exhausted— desperate to touch you and to feel his cold hands on your warm skin.

Malcom was beautiful, he had bronze skin that developed from all the times he bathed underneath the sun, and green eyes that just lit up every time he had something say. His hair was flawless, his sister had always taken care of it; dark brown and with a few strands of his hair framing his face— not to mention the mole underneath his lips. [Name] was desperate to see what else is underneath just his beauty, what would he look like when they were indulging in sinful acts, what would he whisper, what would he do.

—You wanted to know...

But, he looked so tired. Probably desperate to just lay in bed and cuddle, we're you really gonna be selfish enough to take that away from him? You didn't want that, so maybe it was alright to wait a bit longer.

"[Name], I heard from Sofie you wanted to talk to me about something.. "

Malcom whispered, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand while he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, not bothering to break eye contact.

Ah, so Sofie had been out to get you.

"Its— not important, you're probably exhausted right? Let's just go to bed—"

As you were about to pull away from his hold, he tightens his arms. Damn his muscular body!

Malcom was determined to get your words out of you, a tired Malcom wasn't easy to deal with.

"You know I don't like you lying to me, spit it out, hm?"

He kept his body firm and pressed you against his chest, he smelt good, he probably showered before coming here.

"I just— it's nothing."

Malcom sighed, giving you one last look of dissatisfaction. He let's go of your hug, which made you whine a bit, his body was warm! Before sitting down at the edge of your bed, pulling you by your arm to fall on his lap. Fuck, this wasn't the best position for someone who had just been craving to get fucked by the man in front of him. Your face was getting warmer and warmer each time he looked at you, this was gonna be hard.

"Please baby? I just wanna know what's botherin' you.. That's all."

He looked a bit sad, wrapping his arms around you waist once more to pull you closer to him, with your legs in between his hips. This man was seriously not helping you.

You let out a sigh, finally giving up on holding your ground. It wasn't like it was that strong anyways.

"I-Its just that, I noticed how we were both a bit stressed out during the semester.. And it made me think, we hadn't really done much to relieve ourselves... So I thought.. Maybe you wanted to.. "

"Make love?"

You blinked, his eyes were soft, but they looked crazed— like he had been waiting so long for this very moment. It honestly made you feel a bit nervous, you weren't prepared for the reaction he would give.

"Ah— yeah, I wanna make love to you, please.. I wanna feel you." You could die from over heating.

But that seemed to be the words he needed to hear, his lips pulling up to a soft smile.

"You could've just said so, I've been wanting for you.."

Before you could respond, he took your lips.

You held onto his bicep to avoid collapsing into his arms, reciprocating the heated kiss. Your abdomen felt like it was burning, just as you were desperately trying to taste every inch of his mouth. His tongue was dominating, sucking onto yours as your salivas was mixed with the messy kiss, occasional gasps and moans leaving your lips.

"Been waiting..so long— fuck."

"ah.. haa..Malcom—"

He pulled away, before returning for another serving, you could feel your head spin a bit. This much more intense your previous make out sessions.

You pull away this time, the string of saliva showing the previous connection of your lips. The illuminating lamp at the top of your cabinet was the only thing that lit up your otherwise pitch dark room. It has how you could see the look of hunger Malcom gave you, he didn't move his face any farther from just an inch, you could feel his hot breath hit your face. He pressed his lips on your right cheek, giving it a wet kiss before lowering his attention to you other half.

"You're so responsive.. [Name], strip for me, yeah? ."

"I-"

You couldn't believe this, when did Malcom become so blunt.

Despite your thoughts, you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt, it was pretty big compared to you. If anything all of your clothes were to big for you, hiding your body unintentionally. So when you had pulled it off, Malcom stared. He looked so deeply enamored by how your body was made— how well it was made for him.

"You look so beautiful.. Such a pretty body, been hiding their away from for too long haven't you? [Name]."

He connected his lips to your neck, suckling at your skin as he licked and nipped the same spot, stopping and moving to the next. You let out small moans, which made you bite your lip to silence it, but Malcom didn't seem to appreciate it— pulling his lips away from your awfully sensitive skin.

"Don't do that, I wanna hear all you pretty sounds, I want everyone to know how good you feel.. "

You could only reluctantly nod, and let your whined moans strain— your throat from how intensely Malcom was sucking at your skin.

He lowered his attention each time he successful left a mark, using his calloused hands to rub the side of you waist, lowering his hand to squeeze your ass, which made you bite back a squeal.

"You're so cute [Name], wanna see all of you okay?"

You could only nod again, as he gently pulled you shorts down along with you briefs. Showing the obvious erection that had built up throughout the whole thing.

"Such a cute cock.. "

"H-Hey, stop saying embarrassing things.. "

Malcom let out a chuckle, as he kissed your jaw, letting your clothes fall on the floor. He lifts you up and lays your back on the bed as gently as he could, he supports himself on his knees while pulling his shirt off, throwing it carelessly on the floor along with the others.

"You are so fucking beautiful— [Name]"

He leans down to kiss your stomach, going back up to kiss you cheek. Why was he just so loving?

𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

"I-I bought lube, it's in the cabinet, s-so it'll be easier to..you know."

Malcom sat back up and reached his hand to slide open the cabinet.

"Came prepared huh, baby. Want we to stretch you out?"

"Y-Yeah.."

Malcom smiles, grabbing the tube of lube and squeezing a generous amount on his hand, spreading it throughout his fingers.

"Gonna slide it in okay?"

"O-okay"

He leans back down to hold you and just as he promised, he slid one of his finger in—fuck his finger was bigger than you thought.

"Hm.. You tried stretch yourself out.."

You nodded, burrying your face in his shoulder while he pumped his finger in and out of your hole.

"M' fingers weren't—ah!— e-enough.."

"You did good, I'll do the rest.."

You gasped and wrapped you hands around his torso, your nails piercing at his back, but he didn't seem to mind, only inserting a second finger in to thrust in your hole. The cold lube and his thick fingers were going to kill you, this was too much of a combination.

Malcom was a lot bigger than you thought, he was practically hiding your body from just how broad his shoulders were, not to mention the tent in his sweatpants weren't going unnoticed by just how— big it was..

"Aah—! f-fuck Mal— why are your fingers so big!?"

You screamed, feeling practically all three of his finger simultaneously out thrusting in and out of your hole. This was unfair, you were going to cum untouched at this point!

"You're just small, baby. S'not my fault you're so reactive.." He grinned, his canines displaying. This bastard!

"You—ahh!— wha—"

He hit your spot, and he didn't stop—curling his fingers to press your prostate, which just made you cry out a moan, your toes curling from the unexpected pleasure. This was too much.

He kept going, pumping his fingers and putting pressure on your prostate.

"M-Mal I'm gonna!—"

You came, squirts of white sticky cum came out the tip of your cock, you were holding on for so long. But Malcom looked satisfied, his smile never faltering as he kissed your tear filled eyes, licking away the salty water.

"You did so well baby, m' gonna fill you up now alright?—you look so pretty while cumming."

He pulled his fingers out of your hole, much to your disappointment. Malcom slid his sweatpants off along with his boxers, pumping his cock a few times before grabbing a pack of condom in your cabinet.

He was big, it was obvious, you knew it was going to be possible— but seeing it is leaving you speeches.

"Like what you see? It's all yours honey."

Malcom tears the condom with his teeth, it was hot. You weren't even going to lie about that, but seeing how he was rolling the condom on his cock made you feel dissapointed— you wanted to feel everything, his cock and his cum. You wanted to know how much he could shove inside you before it was too much.

"Ah... C-Can you not wear the condom?"

He looked back with a bit of confusion.

"Hm? Didn't you but this..?"

"Y-Yeah but, i— I want you to fill me."

Something seemed to have snapped inside of Malcom, he let out a small chuckle and dove back to your lips, giving it a rushed kiss.

"I'll fill you to the brim, don't worry baby.. "

He pulls the condom out his cock, throwing it the the side in favor of lining his leaking tip at your gaping hole. Malcom grabbed your thighs and pushed your knees to your chest, letting your cock lay pathetically on your stomach. You sucked in a deep breath as he slowly pushed his cock in.

You let out a shrilled moan, throwing your head back against the sheets of the bed while Malcom had leaned to connect your lips to his, trying to distract you from the hissing pain that was your asshole.

"Relax baby, it'll be in soon.. "

He kept kissing your lips, as you had wrapped your arms round his shoulders, clawing at his back. You would feel bad if it weren't for the incredible feeling of his cock filling your body, it was big—so big.

After a few minutes, you could Malcom's movements stop.

"It's in— m'gonna move now, alright baby?"

"haa—o-okay.."

Malcom's thrust were slow at first, which made you gasp and moan whenever he penetrated in. After a while his pace began quicker, making his cock go deeper and deeper in you.

"S-Shit, you're tight— fuck, you feel heavenly."

You could only cry out, as his cock moved deeper in, feeling every push that rush all the way to your throat. Both of you sweating, panting, and moaning about how good it felt.

His eyes glued onto yours, never breaking eye contact, his hair sticking slightly to his face as he caged you beneath his arms, this was like a fantasy. His cock was moving in and out as he whispered praises to you.

"You're so beautiful, fuck."

And—

"C-can't believe—shit— you were hiding such a sexy body away from me, hun. Not gonna stop until your filled and full, alright?—"

This bastard, acting like he could just say shit like that without making your heart drum. Malcom had kept thrusting his hips, chasing his climax just as much you craved to be stuffed full of his cum.

After a few more thrusting he came, strings of his thick warm cum filling you— to the point where it leaked out of you. But Malcom kept this thrusting, shoving his cum inside whilst latching his lips into yours.

Along with his cum, you came with him, your cum spraying pathetically on your stomach as it went limp.

And finally— he stops, using his cock to plug his cum inside, preventing it to spill out of you. You were full, the feeling of the warm liquid sitting inside your hole as his cock remained inside, you would die from this if you could.

You were both left panting, trying to catch your breath before he grins back down at you.

"How about another round, baby?"

You sipped the mug of coffee that your boyfriend had left you, even leaving a note as a good morning. He had only left a bit ago but he was planning to stay inside the dorm with you to have a date night. You couldn't wait.

A sudden ringing interrupted your thoughts, you checked to see your phone— it was Sofie.

"I should probably thank her.. "

You answered the call and pressed your phone to your ear.

"Yo, [Name]! Hopefully your fuck session went well, I heard it all the way next door! "

"Sofie I'm going to fucking kill you."

✩꙳I hope you enjoyed that! I had never wrote sex scenes before so I hope I did well~

-> Feel free to request more! Be as detailed as you'd like.

[kikidoul]

── THE MEMORY THAT BLEEDS.

𓍯 synopsis: "He was the love she couldn't kill. Now, he's the monster who doesn't remember her." Years ago, you let Sunghoon live—despite knowing he had become the very thing you were trained to destroy. When he resurfaced as a powerful vampire with no memory of your past, you're forced to face him again... but this time, as strangers on opposite sides of the battlefield. As old feelings stir and dangerous secrets unravel, you must decide: will you protect the man you once loved or end the vampire he's become?

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ vampire! 박성훈 x vampire hunter! reader ᥫ᭡ content ex-lovers to strangers hurt no comfort inaccurate vampire lore explicit smut content blood (duh) pussy eating fingering unprotected sex (don't do this) there's way more plot than porn here i'm sorry angst sad ending major character death . . . wc: 8746...!? masterlist.

note. I FINALLY FINISHED... this was a wild rollercoaster for me to write as no words can describe how many times i have to rewrite certain scenes until i was fully satisfied with it... i hope you guys enjoy reading the first fic for desire unleashed!

Everytime you close your eyes, you are greeted with the same, horrifying scene. You prayed to whatever God out there, who was listening to your prayers that it was nothing but just a nightmare. A dream and not reality. But it seems like luck wasn’t on your side. Even if five months had passed, you still remembered the scene like it recently happened. It was like it had been forcefully imprinted into your mind, refusing to let you forget, no matter how hard you tried. 

He’s late. 

You sighed for the unknown time after glancing at the clock, noting how thirty minutes had passed. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration for you and Sunghoon’s third month anniversary. Initially, Sunghoon had planned on having dinner at a fancy restaurant but there was a change of plans when your boyfriend had to meet his client for a sudden appointment. He was tempted to change the date of the appointment but you were nothing but persistent, telling him he shouldn’t keep his client waiting any longer. 

In the end, he agreed and had to cancel your dinner. But you weren’t mad or disappointed, shooing him out of your home and wished him luck. While he was away, you spent the past two to three hours preparing a wide range of dishes. It was a lot of hard work but you didn’t mind, for your love for Sunghoon easily served as motivation to push through.

No words can describe how pleased you were when you finished and wanting to set the mood, you even went to take a much-needed shower before dressing up—a simple dress and light make-up. 

When you were done, you checked your phone to see if Sunghoon had texted you but he didn’t. You brushed it off, assuming he was too busy or his phone had died. That was your first mistake. You decide to pass time by scrolling through your phone while eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to return.

However, as seconds turned to minutes, you were getting anxious. You have heard news about how there was a sudden rise of vampire attacks in the neighbourhood you live in. 

Being a vampire hunter, you were constantly sent on missions to kill vampires. The reason why you chose to be one is so you could protect your loved ones and innocent people from getting killed or worse, turned into a vampire.

You paused when you stumbled upon a news article about how yet another incident happened. Your entire world turned upside down when you recognized the victim’s name reflected on the screen, your surroundings going numb. 

‘The unfortunate victim, who goes by the name of Park Sunghoon, was killed by a vampire. He was about to leave his client’s house, only to get ambushed by a vampire who was roaming around the area. Due to this, Park Sunghoon had risked his life to save the client, resulting in him getting bitten instead.’ 

Your phone slipped from your hands, landing on the carpet as you sat there, dazed. Only for you to snap out of your state when your ears registered the sounds of footsteps approaching your door. Immediately on high alert, you rose to your feet, reaching underneath the couch for your weapon—a dagger to protect yourself.

You slowly but cautiously moved to the closed door, left hand hovering over the doorknob while you looked through the peephole to see who it was. Your body went as still as a statue when you saw it was none other than Sunghoon. 

Your limbs moved before your brain could process, flinging the door open and that was when you saw it. Blood. Dark crimson, thick liquid on his neck. His previously cleaned clothes were stained with blood and dirt. Although, you were certain that the blood belonged to him. You scanned him from head to toe, pure shock written all over your face. 

“Sunghoon, you…” Your voice trailed off, unable to find it in yourself to finish your sentence. But the both of you knew what you meant. 

Your boyfriend nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. “I know, but I’m still me. So, please, let me in and we can talk about this, alright?” 

He tried to enter but you stopped him, ignoring how hurt flickered in his eyes at your action. “Baby—” 

You firmly shook your head, able to hear how loud your heart was banging against your chest. “I can’t, Sunghoon. You and I know if I let you in, who knows what you might do. You’re no longer human.” 

The way he looked at you made you teared up, tightening your grip on the hilt of your dagger. “You know I won’t hurt you.” 

You shakily exhaled, feeling your warm tears rolling down your face. “I…I’m sorry, Sunghoon. I love you. I really do but you have to go. Please, it’ll be easier for both of us.” 

He barked out a humorless laugh, the light in his eyes gradually dying. “How are you sure about that? What if this makes us worse?” 

You couldn’t hold yourself back and the words slipped from your mouth without hesitation. “I’m sure because you’re not yourself anymore, Sunghoon. You’re my enemy now.”

Silence. 

And just like that, the remaining light in his eyes was extinguished. He was speechless for a moment, feeling hurt by your crude words but a small part of him knew you were right. His words don’t mean a thing now that he had turned into a vampire. And should the headquarters catch wind of you living with a vampire, you will be given a death sentence without question.

Sunghoon remained where he was, eyes fixated on your face as he imprinted your features in his mind, never wanting to forget how you looked. 

“...Fine, I’ll go. But, I hope you know I still love you, forever and always,” he said, sparing you one final glance before turning and walking off. 

Despite how you had fought countless battles, this was one of the hardest battles. You resist the urge to run towards Sunghoon, planting your feet firmly to the ground as you observe his figure getting smaller and smaller, until he is out of sight. On that day, what was supposed to be a joyous occasion turned into a heartbreaking moment for the two of you. 

And that was the last you had seen him. 

~ 

“...ock! Hello, earth to (Name)? Anyone home?” A voice snapped you out of your trance, followed by a light force hitting your head. 

“Ow!” You yelped, protecting the very same spot, rubbing it while glaring at your co-worker, who was grinning like no tomorrow. “Yang Jungwon, you’re dead meat when I get my hands on you.” 

The blonde hummed, unfazed with your threat as he unceremoniously dumped another pile of papers on your already messy desk. “Sure you will. But I think these papers are more important than you trying to kill me. I’d get to work immediately if I were you.” 

You groaned, leaning back in your seat as you ran a hand through your hair. “I didn’t expect paperwork to come with the job of being a vampire hunter. Why do we even have to do this in the first place?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jungwon returned to his desk, which was just as messy as yours. “Don’t ask me, I’m just here to make a living.” 

You have known Jungwon on your first day of joining the company when you were at the mere age of sixteen, blinded by the hunger for vengeance after witnessing a vampire murdering your parents in front of you. Under the management’s instructions, you were placed under Jungwon’s supervision.

Your relationship kicked off with a rocky start and to the others, it was amusing to see him being all smiley and cheerful while you, on the other hand, have never once smiled in your entire life. Your eyes were dull and showed no signs of life.

At first, you disliked his personality. To you, there wasn’t anything to be happy about after watching your parents die in front of you. You tried to push Jungwon away but he was persistent, constantly sticking to you and following you everywhere you go.

The sight reminds people of a young duckling following its mother, much to their unspoken amusement. As time went on, he managed to break down the walls you built around yourself and thanks to him, you were able to see life from a more positive angle. 

Jungwon was always there for you, lending you both a shoulder to lean on and listening ear when you were feeling under the weather. The two of you continued your respective work, silence surrounding your shared office room until it was interrupted with a sound made from the intercoms. 

“To Ms (Name), please come to the main office immediately. I repeat: to Ms (Name), please come to the main office immediately. Thank you.” 

Your shoulders dropped as you let out a long, exhausted sigh when you heard your name. Dropping your pen, you rose to your feet as you grabbed your coat, slipping it on while heading towards the door. 

“Looks like duty calls,” you dryly retorted, patting Jungwon’s shoulders as you walked past him. 

“Good luck and don’t die,” he bid you farewell. You merely flipped him off without looking behind and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind you. 

The walk to the main office was quiet with you gradually getting drowned in your own thoughts. It didn’t take you long to reach your destination, entering only after being granted permission. Stepping into the room, you involuntarily shivered when you felt the temperature in the room dropped a notch. That was the first sign something was wrong. The second sign was the room was eerily dark and quiet. Too quiet for your liking. 

The third sign was you felt a presence behind you. 

You instantly spin around, whipping out your weapon hidden in your pants, only for your wrist to be grabbed in mid-action. Due to the lack of light, you couldn’t see your opponent and had no choice but to rely on your senses. With your wrist still grabbed on, you raised your knee, aiming it at their stomach. Only for them to dodge. You freed yourself the moment you felt their grip loosened, kicking out your feet, forcing them to move back. 

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” You asked but they remained silent.

Then you felt it—the shift in the air. The shuffle of a boot on the carpeted floor. 

Clank! 

You turned just in time to block the incoming strike, able to feel the vibrations running through your entire body. Whoever they were, they were fast. Way faster than you for what a regular human being is capable of. You knew you’re fighting a vampire and the thought of these sickly creatures being able to slip past the defenses made your blood boil. You ducked, twisted, and countered, your blade slicing through empty air as your attacker disappeared into the shadows again. 

Another strike—this time from behind. You stumbled, hitting the ground hard, your weapon skidding across the floor. The next thing you knew, you were being pinned down. They moved in with deadly precision, one hand at your throat while the other raised for the kill. 

And that was when the moonlight caught their face. His face, to be exact.

Your world shattered, heart dropping to the depths of your stomach and bile rising in your throat. You couldn’t focus on anything else but him. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. Or maybe this was some sick, twisted joke the Gods had planned for you. 

“...Sunghoon?” You choked out, disbelief evident in your voice. You stared at him with wide eyes, mouth wide open and jaw slacked. 

He froze in place, shoulders stiffen at the mention of his name. You watched as Sunghoon locked eyes with you, an unreadable expression on his cold, stoic face. He was different from before. You weren’t sure why but something about him feels…wrong.

The way he looked at you was like he never met you before. Like you were nothing but a complete stranger to him. Like this was your very first encounter. He lowered his blade and moved back, unaware of how such a simple action caused your heart to ache. 

“...You’re not the one I came for,” he said in a flat tone, void of any emotion. “Be grateful.” 

And then he turned, wordlessly vanishing into thin air. You sat there in the silence, chest heaving, the sting of his touch still burning on your skin—not from the fight, but from the realization that you were nothing to him.

But, he was still everything you couldn’t let go of. 

~

You were left in a daze after that fateful encounter with Sunghoon. You don’t really remember what happened once he left, only able to vaguely recall the concerned shouts of your name followed by someone carrying you out of the room, bringing you to get your injuries checked. You were shell-shocked, unable to wrap your mind around the mere fact that Sunghoon didn't recognize you. You snap out of your thoughts when something hard and cold nudges your cheek. 

“You alright? You’re unusually quiet,” Jungwon asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Accepting the cold canned soda, you unhooked it, gulping it down without hesitation. Jungwon watched the scene, mildly impressed after you finished it in one go, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Slow down, the drink isn’t going anywhere,” he teased, causing you to chuckle as he playfully bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“I…I met him,” you started, voice soft and timid as you stared at the ground. 

Silence. 

You could feel his gaze on you and you continued, tightening your grip on the empty can of soda, dryly swallowing. “When I was called to the main office, there was no one. It was dark and Sunghoon was there.” 

You went silent, as if unable to continue but Jungwon rested his hand on your shoulder, the mere contact enough to bring you comfort. 

“And then what? What happened back there?” He murmured, eyes fixated on your face. 

“We fought but I didn’t know who he was at that time. And when I found out it was him, God, it felt like something in me broke,” your voice was borderline trembling. Warm, salty tears trickled down your cheeks, leaving a wet trail behind. 

“(Name)...”

You turned to your friend with misty eyes, hurt written all over your face. “He doesn’t remember me, Jungwon. Those past few years we spent together, it’s all gone. Like I have vanished from his mind and life. But, you know what's even worse?” You barked out a bitter, humorless laugh. 

“I was the one who pushed him away. It’s my fault that he ended up like this. Which is why I’m going to kill him,” you continued, tightening your grip on your empty can of soda further until it was crushed into half. 

Jungwon sighed, rubbing circles with his thumb. “(Name), are you sure about that? Can you really kill him the next time you see him? What if he does remember you? What then? What will you do?.” 

You sniffled, raising your left hand to wipe the tears away. “I don’t know, Jungwon. But, I’ve made up my mind.” 

“(Name)—”

You stood up, tossing the can into the nearest rubbish bin with terrifying accuracy, watching as it landed bullseye. “Jungwon, whatever you’re planning to say won’t make me change my mind. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Jungwon pursed his lips. “Are you sure that’s what he wants? To die under your hands?”

You looked ahead of you, unable to find it in yourself to face him. “It doesn’t matter. It’s my fault he turned into a vampire. I have to kill him, even if it’s the last thing I do.” 

After spending the next two hours talking to Jungwon, you decided to finally head home, considering how close it was to midnight. You bid him farewell and went your separate ways. Goosebumps formed on your skin when a gust of wind blew past you, making you curl into yourself as you hugged your coat tighter to your body. You quickened your pace, not wanting to spend another second longer outside in the cold weather. 

Rustle, rustle. 

Stopping, you looked to your right where the sound came from. It leads to a dimly lit alleyway situated between two apartments. The only source of light was the moon hanging high above your head in the abyssal-like sky. Hovering your hand over your sheathed dagger that hung by your hips, you entered the alleyway. You scrunch your nose at the overwhelming stench of rubbish. You visibly jumped out of your skin, startled when you saw a movement in the corner of your eyes, only to sigh when it was just a mouse. 

You continued moving forward and that was when you saw him. 

Sunghoon leans against the wall, cradling his sides with one hand. Unlike his previously emotionless facade, he was gritting his teeth, thick eyebrows furrowed with his canines digging into his lip. 

Snap! 

His head snapped to your direction the moment you accidentally stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence. He paused, regaining his composure and scowled, pressing himself against the wall but didn’t move away. Although, you weren’t sure if he could even move in the first place. 

“What are you doing here? Are you stupid enough to show up in front of a vampire?” He sneers.

“Shut up, I came here because I thought I needed to save someone,” you retorted, stopping while maintaining a safe distance from him, ignoring how your heart was screaming at you to be closer. “I didn’t expect that it’s you, out of all people.” 

He snorts, shuffling his feet on the spot. “Sorry to disappoint. Now you know it’s me, are you going to leave me alone now?” 

You shot him an incredulous look. “What? You really expect me to just turn around and walk away? And leave you here to bleed to death?” 

“Vampires can’t die,” he hissed, offended at the mere thought of him dying. 

You rolled your eyes, closing the distance with five large strides. Sunghoon went as still as a statue the moment you placed your hands on his shoulders, like he was allergic to the touch of you. The thought of it shattered your heart. His reaction was a huge contrast to how he was previously—clinging onto you like a koala bear, refusing to let you go and always whining about how he wants your attention. You dryly swallowed, rapidly blinking back the pre-formed tears and clearing your throat. 

“Getting help from someone doesn’t mean you’re weak,” you said in a soft tone.

He barks out a humorless laugh, eyeing you with something unreadable. “And what do you know about being weak, human?”

“I know more than you think,” you replied, able to hear how loud your heart was pounding against your chest.

His eyes narrow, a flicker of something, curiosity, maybe, flashed across his face before he schooled it into indifference. “Let me guess. A tragic past? Lost family? Betrayal?” He sneers, words dripping with disdain. “You wear your grief like a badge and call it strength.”

“I know what it’s like to lose someone,” you say quietly. “To look them in the eyes and not recognize who they’ve become.”

Silence. 

“You don’t know anything about me,” he said, defensive and laced with a certain sharpness that could easily sliced a rope into half. 

But I do. I knew you before all of this happened. 

You swallowed the words and instead, replied with something else. “No, I don’t. I’m just a stranger who managed to see you. Now, are you going to let me help you or not? I hope you know that if you don’t get any blood soon, you’re really going to die.” 

“I know that,” he bit back, sending you a sharp glare. If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. “And how are you going to help me? By letting me drink your blood?” 

“Well, yeah. That’s kinda the point,” you answered, blinking. 

Sunghoon recoiled, acting like a disgusted cat that was sprayed with water. “Are you insane? You don’t even know me and you’re already offering me your blood? Are all humans as crazy as you are?” 

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your hair. “I’m just trying to help you. Why are you being difficult?” 

The vampire muttered something inaudible under his breath before relenting. “Fine, I’ll accept your…generous offer, but on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not drinking your blood while we’re in an alleyway,” he continued.

“...You cannot be serious,” you deadpanned. 

Sunghoon scrunched his nose, in the same exact way he used to do when he faked his disgust. “I am serious. Do you know how unhygienic it is here? And mind you, drinking blood from someone is a rather intimate act. I’d rather not do that in public.”

Your cheeks flushed red at his words, despite knowing about it. “Fine, let’s go to my place then.” 

~ 

The walk to your apartment was filled with nothing but tense, awkward silence. Thankfully, it was late at night which means there weren’t anyone around to be the unfortunate ones witnessing a pale-looking man bleeding until his clothes were soaked in blood. You tried your best to ignore his eyes boring holes into the back of your head as you unlocked your front door. The silence thickens once both of you are in your apartment. A startled gasp left your lips when you were pinned against your door the moment it closed. 

Your keys dropped to the floor with a loud series of noises but it was muffled with a desperate growl from the vampire. Shivers ran down your spine and heat stirred in your lower stomach at the sight of Sunghoon’s eyes glowing slightly, making him look rather intimidating. His fangs had peaked out from his lips, gleaming underneath the dim lights. 

“Sunghoon, you—!?” Your voice dies in your throat when he leans in, his nose brushing against the expanse of your neck. 

An involuntary whimper slipped from your lips when you felt his soft lips graze your skin. You swore he smirked against your skin. Reaching out, you blindly tried to push him away but Sunghoon was one step ahead of you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other tilted your head back, forcing you to expose your neck. You felt unusually warm at how vulnerable you were in your current position. You could sense the vampire’s grip on you was loose—giving you a chance to back out. 

But you didn’t. Or maybe, you couldn’t back out even if you wanted to? 

You held your breath in anticipation at the fleeting sensation of Sunghoon planting kisses along your neck, trying to find the perfect spot where your blood smells the strongest. When he finds it, his eyes flickered to your face for a brief moment—searching for any signs of hesitance. Only for him to find none. He took that as a sign to proceed, more of his fangs poking out as he aimed at a certain spot on your neck. 

You've heard from other people on how it's like to get bitten, able to feel their blood being drawn out by a vampire. You've also read reports and articles about people describing it. Some described it as a pleasant feeling. Some said it feels like a quick vaccine and you won't be able to feel anything. But they were wrong. The moment you felt Sunghoon sink his sharp fangs into your skin, something in you exploded.

A white-hot shock lanced through your veins. It wasn’t from pain, that you were certain. Heat surged from your spine, your pulse roaring loudly in your ears and your knees buckled as you felt light-headed. Sunghoon had long released your wrists, now holding you by your waist as he firmly pressed you against the door behind you.

You weren’t sure when Sunghoon had released your wrists but you were grateful. For it allows you to clutch at the sleeves of his shirt—to push him away or to hold him close, you weren’t sure. 

Your heartbeat pounded against his lips, and for a split second, you felt his grip on your waist falter. His once firm and deliberate hold on you trembled. A low sound rumbled from the depths of his throat, halfway between a growl and something softer. Almost as if he was…startled with how sweet you taste. Like he wasn’t expecting you to taste like this. 

Opening your eyes, breathing shallow and ragged, you caught the moment his expression shifts. His perfectly thick eyebrows knitted, bloodstained lips hovering over your neck, but what took your breath away was his eyes. They were clouded with pure desire. 

“Sunghoon, stop. You’re not in your right mind,” you weakly protested, only for your voice to be borderline trembling as he slid his chilling hands underneath your shirt, tracing along your spine. 

“You tell me to stop but I can smell how much you want me,” he murmured, hands trailing down but never moving past the hems of your pants. But it was enough to remind you of how easily he can reduce you to a pliant and flustered mess. 

You whimpered, head tilting back with whatever remaining space there is left as the vampire pulls you closer. You nervously gulped when you felt something hard poking your thighs, lighting your senses. The final push comes in the form of Sunghoon cupping your face, thumb tracing the skin underneath your left eye, forcing you to face him. 

“Tell me to stop and I will. Because I don’t think I can control myself anymore,” he murmured, lips grazing against yours with every word uttered. 

“Then don’t, take me.”

The moment you finished speaking, Sunghoon crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was intense, messy and fiery. It was nothing compared to the sweet, loving and languid kisses you shared previously. You felt like you were being devoured whole, like a prey being caught by a predator, who has no intentions of letting you go. A startled hiss left your lips when he bit down on your bottom lip, allowing you to feel a metallic taste. The vampire apologetically licks the new wound with his tongue, like a cat demanding for affection from its owner. 

Sunghoon tapped twice on your thighs and you jumped without hesitation. No words were needed. He easily carries you, moving you to the living room and unceremoniously tossed you onto the couch. He was quick to hover over you, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from you for another second.

Once again, he kissed you but with the addition of tongues. He swallows your angelic sounds, briefly wondering if this was how Heaven feels like for a cursed species like him.  

His hands had a mind of its own; tracing your body and touching you wherever he could. Sunghoon made a move to remove your denim jacket, followed by your inner black shirt and bra, leaving you in your pants. You squirmed about on the couch, head laying on the armrest at his unwavering gaze. You attempted to cover your chest, only to be stopped by him. 

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see all of you,” he murmured, sincerity evident in his voice, something you were taken aback by. 

In another life, your heart will skip a beat at your sweet, loving boyfriend’s words. But right now, you weren’t sure what to think. Not wanting to let your mind run wild, you tugged  him closer and kissed him squarely on the mouth, feeling him reciprocate immediately. Unlike you, Sunghoon doesn’t need to breathe and if possible, he’d prefer to keep kissing you but you had to break it, leaving a string of saliva that snapped into half when you leaned away.

He didn’t give you time to breathe, ducking his head to trail butterfly kisses down your neck, lips lingering longer than usual over the slightly faded bite mark. 

“Sunghoon, please…” You whined, arching your chest into his when he wrapped his lips around your left hardened nipple, eliciting a high-pitched cry. 

You gripped onto the armrest with one hand while the other desperately grabbed a fistful of his pitch-black hair. Sunghoon moved the sensitive bud with his tongue in circular movements, his free hand trying to pull your pants and panties down. You lifted your hips off the couch, granting him an easier time and just like that, you were completely naked.

Tugging on his shirt, the vampire gets the hint. He pressed a gentle kiss on your now swollen red nipple before moving back, making quick work of his shirt. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the faint muscles on his stomach, only for your chin to be tilted up, making eye contact with him. 

“Eyes up here, princess,” he coos. 

“Shut up and do something,” you snapped. 

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at your tone, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart, revealing your glistening, throbbing pussy. You cried out when he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to give quick, kitten licks at your puffy folds. You instinctively kicked out your legs but he held you down with a firm grip but it wasn’t tight enough to leave marks behind. 

“Oh god,” you moaned at the feeling of him spreading your pussy lips apart, followed by his tongue sliding in. You twitched when he pushed one long, thick and slender finger in, easily going in until he was knuckles deep. 

A cacophony of sounds spilled endlessly from your lips, along with the loud squelching sounds of Sunghoon fucking you with his finger. He felt light-headed at how tight you felt, making him wonder how it’d feel once his cock was inside you. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled out, ignoring the sound of protest you made.

You raised your head, clenching down on thin air at the sight of his lips glistening with your slick. Some were dripping down his chin, staining the couch, making the sight even more obscene than it already is. 

He didn’t bother in completely removing his pants and boxers, only pulling them down just so he could free his cock. The sight of it standing upright, already in an angry shade of red due to lack of attention made you clenched your fists. Sure, you’ve taken him before but you weren’t certain if it could fit, considering how he had turned into a vampire. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He arched an eyebrow, shifting to a more comfortable position as he aligns himself against your entrance, rubbing the head against your folds to collect the slick. 

“N-Nothing, just hurry up and put it in,” you stuttered, head tilting back when he finally pushed in. 

Inch by inch, you felt a stinging pain that eventually melted into pure pleasure at the insatiable feeling of you being stuffed full with his cock. Sunghoon’s eyes landed on your neck, his fangs itching to sink into your skin, wanting to get another taste of your blood. Normally, he would’ve asked for permission but with how tight your walls are hugging him, he was beginning to lose himself.

After what felt like years, he bottomed out. He readjusted his position, hands on your waist and he leaned forward until your hardened nipples brushed against his firm chest. 

“Lemme have a taste again, please?” He pleads and you already knew what he was referring to, nodding your head in agreement. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to start thrusting into you at the same time as him digging his fangs into your neck. The combined feeling of the vampire drinking your blood and his cock sliding in and out made your eyes roll up. The living room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, along with your whimpers and pants. The couch had shifted slightly from its original position, nearly knocking into the coffee table placed in front of it. 

“F-Fuck, taste ‘o good,” Sunghoon groans, licking at the new bitemark he left behind and he moved upwards to kiss you, giving you another taste of your own blood. The kiss was filthy and bloody but none of you cared, getting drunk on your bodies being connected. 

“G-Gonna cum, fuck,” you whimpered against his lips, tightening around him when he gave a harsh suck to your tongue. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum?” 

You frantically nodded your head, wrapping your legs around his waist to lock him in place, not wanting him to pull out. Your stomach tightened, thighs trembling as he moved your legs over his shoulders instead. The slight change allows him to hit deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust. 

“P-Please,” you begged and who was he to say no? 

All it took was one final, hard thrust and you came with a loud, hitch-pitched cry. Sunghoon was quick to follow suit, releasing his hot, thick cum inside you, pumping you full of it. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty. Silence engulfed the two of you as you caught your breath.

You hissed when the vampire slowly pulled out, not used to the sudden feeling of emptiness. You closed your legs, able to feel his cum slowly dripping from your stretched-out cunt. You remained laying on the couch while Sunghoon moved about in your home, like he owns the place. 

He vanished from your sight, only to reappear a few seconds later with a damp cloth. He used it to wipe you down and when that was done, he aided you in wearing your clothes again, before doing the same for himself. At this rate, you were beyond exhausted, causing you to fall asleep once you were fully clothed. 

Seeing this, Sunghoon quietly carried you in his arms. For some reason, he knows where your bedroom is. He gently placed you down on the bed, pulling the sheets up and stared at your peaceful, sleeping state. He didn’t really care about the fact that he just had sex with you. What was more astounding was the fact that he feels like he knew you before. 

Which is impossible. How could he, a vampire, have known a human before? 

“Just who are you and what have you done to me?” He muttered, leaning down to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear. He spares you one final glance before leaving, gently closing the door behind him. 

~

The next morning, you woke up to find yourself in your bed. You weren’t sure why your heart sank at the sight of emptiness on your side. Sighing, you rolled onto your back to stare at the ceiling of your bedroom. Brief memories of what happened last night flashes in your mind, making your chest tightened. You didn’t know how to feel after that.

Closing your eyes, you could visualize Sunghoon over you, faint bloodstains on his swollen, bruised lips and the lust in his eyes. You remembered the way he held you, like how a pair of lovers are during their most intimate moments. You remembered the way he kissed you, like how he did before he turned. 

You told yourself that you were supposed to kill him. That was a promise, an oath. But now, you weren’t sure anymore. You felt lost because when you remembered the way he looked at you yesterday—lust, desire and yearning, your resolve was shaken. You pulled the sheets up, covering you from head to toe, as if doing that will block out the world—something you wish could happen and drifted back to sleep.

~

“Sunghoon, have you ever wondered what you’d do if you turned into a vampire?” 

You asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the two of you. At this rate, you weren’t paying attention to the movie playing on the television right now, tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend. Sunghoon glanced down, the frames of his glasses reflecting the movie as he rubs circles on your clothed shoulder. You welcomed his touch, pressing yourself further into him with your cheek resting against his shoulder. 

“Why the sudden question?” He questioned, curious.

You sighed and straightened yourself, hands resting on his thigh and fully turned to face him. Sunghoon pushed himself up when he saw you change your position, his entire attention now on you. 

“I saw another body today. It was a kid this time and her body was drained completely, like the others. I couldn’t even identify her face. I know I chose this job. I know what I was signing up for when I became a hunter. But lately, I…”

You paused, hesitant to continue your sentence. Frowning, Sunghoon rested his hands above yours, intertwining your fingers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You knew what he meant behind that small action.

“I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if I ever found you like that. If you ever— I don’t want to lose you,” you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes and the sight of it made your boyfriend’s heart shattered. 

He pulls you in, embracing you with his arms that never fails to make you feel safe. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, arms hanging loosely on his shoulders. He chuckled at your clinginess, leaning his head back so he could kiss your forehead and brushed his hand through your hair. 

“If I did turn into one, then I’d want you to kill me,” he confessed, watching as you jerked your head back, disbelief written all over your face. He shushed you by placing his finger on your lips when you were about to protest. 

“Sunghoon—”

“I mean it. If I lose myself or if I turn, I want you to end it. It has to be you.” 

Tears rolled down your face, your vision turning blurry. “Don’t say that… Please, Sunghoon, don’t do this to me…”

“I need you to promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me you won’t hesitate.” 

You shook your head, now a sobbing mess. “You’re asking me to kill the person I love.” 

“I’m asking you to protect the part of me that still remembers who I am.” 

He leaned in then, kissing you softly—a promise, a plea, a final moment sealed in fragile hope. You gripped onto the front of his shirt, unable to stop yourself from crying as you returned the kiss. 

~

You woke up for the second time, realising it was already late noon. Thankfully, you didn’t have to report to work today as it was one of your rare off-days. You pushed yourself up, walking over to the vanity table where a few framed photos were placed on top of it. You stopped, picking a particular photo up to look at it.

The image was captured during your first date with Sunghoon. He had brought you to an open-air park where you had a picnic together. You faintly smiled when you remembered how nervous he was, resulting in you squishing his cheeks out of pure cute aggression. 

Your thumb traced Sunghoon’s face in the picture, who was grinning from eye to eye but he wasn’t looking at the camera. No, he was looking at you. The way he looked at you was like you were his entire world right there. 

“I mean it. If I lose myself or if I turn, I want you to end it. It has to be you.” 

His voice echoed in your head like a curse. You didn’t know why that memory surfaced now. Maybe it was a sign from the Gods watching you from above. A gentle push of guidance, guiding you to the right direction. He had asked you to do this. Not out of fear, but trust. He trusted you more than anyone to put an end to the misery. A long, shaky breath escaped your lips, now filled with certainty. You moved to where your sheathed weapon laid, brushing your hand over the hilt of the blade and dagger. 

The part of you that agreed to that promise, the you who cried over him, was ready now. This was your burden to carry. With that in mind, you changed out of your clothes and stepped out, getting ready to hunt him down. 

~

You spent the next few days and weeks throwing yourself into monitoring Sunghoon’s movements. Your already messy work table was filled with discarded reports, laptop showing surveillance footage and whatever information you were able to get your hands on. Jungwon was concerned but he knew you were too stubborn to listen to him. All he could do was watch from the sidelines, only stepping in when you were on the verge of fainting. After what felt like forever, the pattern clicked. 

Sunghoon was circling back. He was always returning to the same part of the city: Sector Nine, just near the industrial outskirts, where the street lights flickered more often they worked and buildings stood like forgotten skeletons.

You couldn’t figure out the motive for his patterns but you didn’t care. All that matters was you had found him. You get to action the very next night, arriving at one of an abandoned warehouse. According to your research, this warehouse was the one he frequents the most. 

You hide behind a crumbling ware of the warehouse, gripe on your blade tightening as it was hidden beneath your coat. It was quiet, too quiet that you could even hear your own breathing. Then, you heard it. 

Thud, thud. Thud, thud. Thud, thud.

Footsteps that are too silent and smooth for a human. You risked your life by peeking around the wall and you saw him. Sunghoon stepped out from the shadows, his form lit by the faint yellow glow of a rusted streetlamp. His coat billowed with his movement, black as night and his pitch-black hair fell into his eyes. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet. You could ambush him, take him down before he had the time to react. You have the advantage—the element of surprise. 

But, you couldn’t move. 

Instead, you observed him, the way his gaze swept the street, slow and searching. For a moment, he looked…lost. He doesn’t look like the cold vampire you had bumped into during your first encounter or a vampire who has something against the alleyway during your second encounter. Your mind was screaming at you, to do it now but you couldn’t move an inch, like your legs were rooted to the ground. 

Then, his head snapped up and his eyes met yours. 

It was too late. 

In a blink of an eye, Sunghoon appeared before you. You barely had the time to dodge when he struck. Metal clanged against metal as you tumbled, rolling to your feet just in time to block his next attack. Your blades clashed, yours forged of silver and rage, his hands crackling with inhuman speed and precision. Invisible sparks lit between you as the warehouse air thickened with tension. 

“Why did you follow me? Couldn’t get enough?” He sneered, fangs peeking through parted lips as he backed away. 

You didn’t answer, studying him—searching for any signs of weakness you could exploit. 

“I asked you a question,” he growled, voice darker this time. 

You raised your blade, narrowing your eyes. “You’re a threat.” 

He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “Really? Then why haven’t you killed me yet?”

Your hands trembled—just barely but Sunghoon saw it. 

“You know me,” he said softly, testing the words on his tongue. “Don’t you?” 

Again, you remained silent. But unlike before, your silence was the loudest answer of all. For a moment, everything came to a halt. The wind howled through the broken windows. Your heart banged against your chest. And then, slowly, he said it, the words you dreaded up to this day.

“...Have we met before?”

His question struck deeper than they should have. Your grip on the blade tightened and your knuckles turned white. You couldn’t afford to waver now—not when you had come this far. Not when you were close to fulfilling your promise to him. You swallowed hard, swallowing the emotions threatening to spill from the depths of your throat. 

“No.”

His eyes narrowed. “You hesitated.”

“I didn’t,” you lied through your teeth. 

Sunghoon didn’t buy it, stepping forward, slow and cautious. This time, the sharp edge of his usual hostility was dulled by confusion. “You knew my name last time.” 

“That’s public knowledge,” you replied. “You were reported missing a year ago and I saw your name on the news.” 

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly. “But you looked at me like you knew me. Like that night.”

You forced out a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry, I look at every monster that way.”

He flinched. And it tore something in you, the way pain flashed across his face like he didn’t quite understand why that word: monster, hurts so much.

“Is that what I am to you?” he asked quietly, almost to himself.

“That’s what you are,” you said. “You don’t get to play innocent. You drink blood. You kill. Don’t act like you’re still human.”

Sunghoon’s lips parted like he wanted to say something else, only to get interrupted when your ears registered a sound. The scuffs of boots against gravel followed by snarling that grew louder and louder. Your hunter instincts flared too late. Multiple figures burst from the shadows: pale, fast and snarling. They were rogue vampires and by the looks of them, they have gone feral, due to the lack of blood for a long period of time.

You barely had time to shout before the first vampire lunged at you, fangs and claws aimed at your throat. Steel met flash as you blocked the strike. You were being pushed back with their strength easily overwhelming yours. Another vampire came from your blind spot, knowing you’re nothing but a sitting duck—

“Look out!” 

You twisted just in time to see him stabbed his blade into one of the rogues, killing them on the spot. Sunghoon’s movements were too fast for the naked eye to follow as he ducked . Your breath hitched. He was fighting for you. You jumped in, blade swinging. Your movements synced with his, despite how you’ve never fought on the battlefield with him before. However, there were too many of them. No matter how many you had cut down, more seemed to spawn from the shadows. 

One vampire managed to move past your defense, gashing your arm, drawing blood at the same time. You cried out as pain surged through your veins. 

And then, it happened. 

A flash of movement. 

A blur of black and red. 

CRACK! 

Sunghoon had stepped in front of you but this time, with claws pierced straight through his back. Your entire world came crashing down. His eyes widened in shock—not from the pain, but from the realization: he had protected you, like he always would.

“NO!” You screamed, slashing the remaining vampires with everything you had. Your weapon sang through the air, silver flashing in pure fury, until the vampires were finally dead. You dropped to your knees, casting your bloodstained blade aside and pulled him into your lap. 

“No, nono, stay with me, Sunghoon, please,” your voice trembled violently, hands shaking as you cradled him against you. His blood soaked into your jacket, sticky and slow, like time itself was trying to drag him away from you, inch by inch. 

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and then settled on your face. “You’re… crying.” 

You let out a broken, teary laugh. Your tear droplets landed on his face but he didn’t wipe them away, no longer having the strength to do so. “Of course I’m crying, you idiot.” you sobbed, brushing blood-matted hair away from his face. “Why did you do that?” 

His lips quirked up but the smile didn’t last. 

“It… felt right,” he whispered. “Like something I couldn’t ignore. Like I had to… keep you safe.”

Your throat closed up. He may not remember you anymore but something in him still chose you. And that itself hurts worse than anything else. 

“But why?” You choked out. “Why did you have to be the one to save me?”

Sunghoon was growing cold in your arms. You clutched onto him tighter, trying to keep him warm. Trying to keep him here, not wanting him to leave. His gaze softened as his fingers, already losing strength, reached out to touch your face. You grabbed his hand, pressing them to your cheek instead, biting down on your lips to stifle the sobs. 

“Your voice…” He croaked out. “I remembered how you used to sing me to sleep when I was having nightmares.” 

You lowered your head, eyes squeezed shut as you tighten your grip on his hand.

“I don’t remember your name,” he continued, voice borderline trembling. “But I remember… how I loved you.” 

A sound cracked from your chest, something between a cry and a gasp. He smiled faintly, though his eyes were starting to lose focus. 

“You were mine.. weren’t you?” 

More tears rolled down your cheeks. Nodding your head, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “Always, and you were mine too.” 

His hand slipped from your cheek, falling to your lap like a leaf on water.

“Will I… remember you… when I wake up again…?”

You shook your head frantically. “Don’t say that—Sunghoon, no—don’t you dare—”

But he was already fading.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I promised I’d never leave you…”

You clutched him like he’d disappear if you let go. “Please don’t—please, Sunghoon, please—just hold on—!”

“But…thank you for loving me.”

There was no miracle. 

No heartbeat. 

No second chance.

Just silence. 

And then, the world collapsed. 

You screamed his name like the sound might bring him back, like the sheer force of love and agony could restart the heart that once beat only for you. But there was only the echo of your voice… and the boy who died in your arms, still trying to remember the name of the girl he loved.

~

The sky was a quiet gray, not stormy but heavy. It was like even the heavens knew silence was more fitting as compared to rain. Jungwon walked slowly through the overgrown path, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. A gentle gust of wind blew past, kissing his cheeks as he stopped before a pair of headstones that were resting side by side. The names had weathered slightly over the years, but he still traced them with a gloved hand, like it was a ritual. 

Park Sunghoon 199X – 20XX "To be remembered is to never truly vanish."

Beside it:

[Your Name] 199X – 20XX "She followed the stars, even when they led her into the dark."

The flowers he bought were fresh: simple white lilies. He laid them down carefully, brushing a fallen leaf from your name with a tenderness that made his throat tighten. 

“You always said you’d handle it yourself,” Jungwon murmured, crouching between the graves. “And you did.”

His gaze shifted to Sunghoon’s.

“And you proved her wrong... You weren’t just a vampire. You were still you.”

The breeze whispered through the stones like a sigh. He let out a quiet breath, sitting back on his heels.

“I think about you two a lot,” he admitted. “The way you looked at each other... even at the end. It was like the world could’ve ended and you still would’ve chosen each other.”

A slight pause. 

“I used to think we’re all just pawns in some cruel cycle,” Jungwon added. “But maybe... just maybe, love really can change something.”

He stood up slowly, dusting the dirt off his knees.

“I hope that wherever you are... you’re together now.”

The wind picked up slightly — a soft gust that brushed past his cheek like a whisper, like laughter carried from a distant memory. And Jungwon, for once, allowed himself to smile. Then, with one last glance at the names carved in stone, he turned and walked away.

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[yarafic]

Imagine~ You get hurt while arguing with Stefan and Elijah finds you

"Why do you still care about her?" I yelled

He rubbed his temple and gave me a look, and toon a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know what Elena means to me." He says as he takes a step forward.

"Stefan, you told me that you won't see her anymore. That you will let your brother and the rest of the Save Elena squad to do the saving." I retaliate back to him, I was done and beyond annoyed that he will drop anything to save her.

He looked at me and stayed silent, he took a step back and sat down on the couch. I knew he did not want to argue anymore but I was done with him putting Elena first then me. I am his girlfriend, he should put me first. I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, I can no longer do this."

In that moment his head instantly look back right up, he replied angrily," You are being unbelievable! This is just your jealously talking. I only love you! How many times do I have to tell you? Just because Elena is my ex, who for a fact means nothing to me!"

"If she means nothing to you then why are you still helping her out. If she means nothing to you then why isn't when she is in trouble you drop everything to go and save her. If she means nothing to you then why you always go back to her."

I shook my head and sighed, "I can't do this anymore. This is over. I do not want to be in a relationship where my significant other is still attach to his ex. I do not want to feel like I am the second choice."

I walk toward the door and left, I heard Stefan calling for me to come back inside. I kept on walking.

________

I was now in the woods, tears fell down my face. I am such a fool to believe that he was over her. I sat down and look up at the starry sky, you have a better view of the stars.

Sat there alone with my thoughts, I am finally hearing my thoughts for the first in two years being in this relationship. I am scared to were my thoughts will lead me to.  The wind blows harder, shivers runs down my spine and I knew I'll be staying here for the night.

I slowly closed my eyes, then I heard a snap from my right. Fear rises through me, I was scared to see what will come at me. I slowly got on my feet and began to take steps back. I remembered myself to take deep breaths and to maintain calm. A small adorable bunny hop out of the bush, I began laughing hysterically because of the fear that I felt. A hand place itself on my shoulder, I jumped away from the mysterious silohoute and turn around, to see Elijah Mikaelson standing there.

"Y/n, do by telling me why are you in the woods?" He questions.

You gave a skeptical look and replied back, "Do tell Elijah, why are you back in Mystic Falls? Aren't you suppose to be New Orleans?"

He chuckles softly and shook a his head, "You still have that witty attitude."

You smiled softly and replied, "I got into an argument with Stefan."

He shook his head, took his hand out for me to hold, I careful put my hand on his. He locks his fingers with mine, he began walking forward. I stumble with my own feet, he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You're still clumsy." He retaliates.

I huff in annoyance, he has the nerve to drag me around as if I am a nuisance of a child that wants a piece of candy from the store and the mother sad no.

But here I am allowing him to drag me to that unknown place, I am a fool. Maybe those are the reasons why Stefan chose to hang out with Elena more than he ever did with me.

We come near to A house, wait a minute not a house, a freaking mansion. I took a better look it was the Mikaelson Manor, this was where they use to live until the business that Klaus had in New Orleans, he decided to leave Mystic Falls.

Elijah opens the door to the mansion, gesture for me to sit down and stay there. He came back with nightgown and a robe then told me to take a shower.

______

When I got of the shower I heard voices downstairs, I followed the voices until I reach to the study where they were at. There stood, Elijah and Klaus, they both look at me and smiled.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Klaus greets me and open his arms wide for a hug.

I accept the warm hug that I miss, he whispers into my ear saying that he knows that i I am having trouble in paradise.

He lets go and Elijah hands me papers, I took hold of the  stack of paper then gave ten both looks "what's is this for?"

"You have now where to stay so Klaus and I decided that the Mikaelson Manor will be yours now at the moment." He explains.

"I will pick up your belonging and put them in my old room and for right now we will be eating pizza." Klaus says.

You are very thankful for having them in your life, mostly Elijah. He has been the only one person to help in stressful situations.

𝔸/𝕟: 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Very NSFW request if you don’t mind 😂 Idk if this is sexy (I think it is lol) but can you imagine writing a fic/ one shot where they’re in 7th year, and Sebastian and MC are alone somewhere chatting, and they start talking about sex - both having some experience in this. They’re just friends (but like each other) Seb reveals quite sheepishly in convo that he cums too quickly through bjs/sex. And she… offers to help ‘coach’ him lol? Which seems insane at first but then she says that she can help him through it, how he can trust her blah blah, and it convinces him (plus I think deep down he’s dying to be with her like this, and so is she). So they do it. And I can imagine it being quite intimate, hot, and maybe kinda funny at times.

(I asked you and applin by the way. I’m not sure if you’d both want to write different takes on it, collab, or decide who should write it - but I thought I’d mention it)

Hellooo lovely! Thank you for this fun request. Here's Part I -- this'll be at least a two-, maybe three-part series, so buckle up. (:

What Are Friends For? | Part I

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Words: ~8,300 Tags: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, sexual exploration, oral sex, semi-public sex, mutual pining, 3rd person POV

Notes: Characters are 18-year-old seventh-year Slytherins.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Spring had settled nicely over the Scottish Highlands, meaning Sebastian Sallow could be found outdoors. He took advantage of the favorable weather whenever he could, as the winter months tended to make him rather stir crazy. 

On this particularly warm afternoon – or at least warm by April’s standards – Sebastian lounged lazily on his back in the grass near the edge of the Great Lake. He had charmed pebbles from the lakeshore to hover above him, perfect for some Confringo target practice.

Sebastian squinted an eye as he aimed and blasted the small rocks apart, leaving little trace of their existence, until one final rock remained. Sebastian followed it with the tip of his wand, waiting for the right moment, when–

“Accio!” 

The rock zipped from the air above Sebastian straight to the open hand of Stella Alves. She smirked at Sebastian, her wand hand still outstretched as she tossed the rock lazily toward him. It bounced off his stomach and into the grass.

“There you are,” Stella said as she approached. She sank to the ground next to Sebastian, her legs outstretched as she sat back on her hands. “I thought maybe Sharp had given you detention for Friday’s incident.”

“That incident wasn’t my fault,” Sebastian drawled. “It was Weasley’s.”

“Oh? Garreth forced you to add lionfish spine to your cauldron?” Stella mused.

“No, but he left it on the table near my ingredients, and I accidentally picked some up while I was adding griffin claw,” Sebastian noted. “Not my fault.”

“Fair enough,” Stella snorted. “Guess I should’ve known you’d be out here. Though we do have that arithmancy exam to be studying for.”

“Callum’s got Violet McDowell in our dorm room,” Sebastian explained. “Can’t study in there.”

“And you can’t study in the library? Or the Undercroft?”

“I suppose,” Sebastian said with a dramatic sigh. “But it’s far too nice out to be cooped up inside.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

The pair fell quiet for a moment, interrupted only by the occasional chirps from the birds perched in the surrounding trees. They both stared outward at the lake, its shimmering surface guarding the inhabitants of its indigo depths.

“Wait,” Stella finally said with a furrowed brow. “I thought Violet was going out with Andrew.”

“That was last month, apparently.”

“Oh.”

“That doesn’t mean you should get back with your ex, by the way.”

Stella turned her head to glare at Sebastian. “And who said anything about that? Andrew and I broke up ages ago.”

“Just checking,” Sebastian said in a sing-song tone. Stella scoffed at him. 

“Do you really think that poorly of me?”

“Of course not. But I do remember how in love with Larson you were.”

“I was not!” Stella insisted, her cheeks tinged with a treasonous shade of strawberry. “It was nothing more than a harmless fling.”

Sebastian tilted his head for dramatic effect. “A harmless fling,” he deadpanned. “Stella, darling, the two of you had to be damn near pried apart with a wedge every day.”

“So?” Stella countered with narrowed eyes. “A healthy sex life is nothing to be ashamed of. You of all people should know that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’ve no right to judge me for any of my past romantic encounters.”

“Oh, that’s what we’re calling them now,” Sebastian snickered. Stella smacked him gently on the back of the head.

“Sounds like you’re just bitter that you’re not the one in your dorm room with Violet McDowell,” she teased. Sebastian barked a sharp laugh.

“Darling, I’ve had Violet McDowell,” he noted. “Twice. Maybe three times. Can’t remember.”

“Charming,” Stella muttered blankly. Sebastian flashed her a cheeky grin. “Is there anyone you haven’t defiled?” Stella demanded.

“Other than you? Maybe a handful,” Sebastian chirped. He laughed at Stella’s disgusted expression. “Only joking, doll. Despite your harsh and judgmental assumptions, I haven’t made it a point to bed half of Hogwarts.”

“Oh? Then how many of our classmates have you had?”

They were inching toward tricky territory. Sure, Stella and Sebastian talked about sex, but they rarely revealed explicit details. Doing so always felt too suggestive, too flirtatious; it crossed an unspoken line that the pair avoided at all costs. But Stella had grown tired of the boys Hogwarts had to offer. It made her impatient and impulsive. Sebastian was the last man standing, because he was truly the only one standing – the one man she wanted and couldn’t have.

Meanwhile, Sebastian swallowed. He and Stella kept very few secrets from one another. After all, Stella had kept quiet about Sebastian’s sinister slip-up their fifth year, meaning Sebastian’s secrets couldn’t get much worse.

But there was one, tiny thing he didn’t want Stella to know. It was a secret that caused him constant stress, fearful that one of their female classmates would spill it. That was why Sebastian sometimes embellished his sexual escapades – to conceal the embarrassing occurrences that made him insecure.

“A-are you really asking me how many girls I’ve been with?” Sebastian asked, hopeful his tone sounded more amused than anxious.

“Why not?” Stella challenged. She, too, silently prayed her confidence was masking her pounding heart. “I’ll tell you the same.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Now this was an intriguing offer. Though he knew Stella had sexual experience, she had never disclosed just how many of their classmates she’d granted such a privilege. 

But that would also mean revealing his own number of past partners. And while he would never judge Stella for her number, whatever it was, he feared she’d judge him for his. It wasn’t nearly as high as he often implied, though he’d never explicitly revealed it.

“All right,” Sebastian finally agreed. “Out with it then.”

Stella blanched. “What? No, you have to go first.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“Fine. On the count of three?”

“Fine. One, two… three– four,” Sebastian revealed. He couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Stella said the same.

“Well?” Stella demanded with narrowed eyes. “What is it?”

Sebastian frowned in confusion. “I told you – four.”

“Oh. I thought you were still counting.”

“No, four is… is the number.”

“Oh.”

Sebastian suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. He wasn’t sure how Stella would react, but certainly not like that. Not with a simple, anticlimactic oh.

“Oh?” he demanded. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stella’s cheeks were deep crimson now. “Nothing,” she said quickly, her voice squeaking several octaves higher than usual. “It’s just… I just…” Her eyes suddenly became fascinated by her own shoes. “I just thought yours would be higher, is all.”

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“I’m not!” Stella insisted. “I mean, it’s not like it matters. It’s not like I care. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Did you really think I’ve been with half the school?”

“Maybe not that many,” Stella said as she fidgeted uncomfortably. “Just more than me.”

“It’s not a competition,” Sebastian laughed. 

“I know that! I just- I really thought yours would be higher.”

“You really think I’m like that?”

“You know I don’t,” Stella huffed. “I just thought you were way more experienced than me.”

“Why, you want me to teach you a few things?”

“Sebastian!”

“Only joking, darling.”

Sebastian could sense the shift in their connection. Stella was genuinely surprised by his revelation, and seemed to feel guilty for it. Sebastian, ever the protector of Stella and her feelings, decided some vulnerability might relieve her discomfort.

“You’d be surprised,” Sebastian said, his eyes decisively avoiding hers. “By my experience – or lack of. It’s… it’s not been easy for me.”

“What exactly does that mean?” Stella asked with a curious gaze that Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to meet. 

“It means that sometimes… I struggle,” Sebastian said carefully. Stella clearly wasn’t catching on, because she was staring at him in utter confusion. 

“Struggle with what?” 

“With… sex,” Sebastian answered through a clenched jaw. He couldn’t believe he was revealing any of this to her of all people. He could have sworn he’d dig an early grave before ever admitting this, especially to the one and only girl whose opinion actually mattered to him.

“How do you mean?” Stella had now turned to face him fully, her attention clearly engrossed by this exchange.

Sebastian chickened out. “The details aren’t important,” he said, unable to quell the surge in fear that gripped his nerves.

“Seb, it’s me,” Stella said in her best encouraging tone. In truth, it only made Sebastian more uneasy. “You can tell me.”

There was no turning back from this. They hadn’t just toed the boundary, they’d leapt over it with a running start. Sebastian sighed.

“Sometimes I… finish quicker than I’d like,” he said through gritted teeth. Silence answered him. He considered flinging himself into the lake and sinking to its onyx depths, never to return and never to address such an embarrassing revelation.

“I see,” Stella finally said tactfully. Sebastian’s insecurities weren’t squashed.

“Yeah,” was all he could manage. The wheels in Stella’s head were turning at breakneck speed, desperate to find the right words. She was stunned. She’d never met someone as confident and self-assured as Sebastian. Though his bravado sometimes stoked her ire, she’d always assumed it carried over into the bedroom.

It was a vulnerable admission and Stella was touched to know Sebastian trusted her with it.

“Does… does it happen every time?” she asked gently.

Sebastian shrugged. “Not every time. But more often than I’d like to admit.”

“Oh.” Stella bit her lip, unsure how to proceed, but even more unsure of just how much information she was willing to seek. The thought – the dreadfully detailed visions – of Sebastian doing those acts with their classmates made Stella want to drive her own wand through her right temple. “Is it… do you think it’s because you’re just… excited to be with them?”

Sebastian began to sweat. Beads formed over his brow and hairline as he shifted in his spot on the grass. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I mean, it’s always exciting for me. I am an 18-year-old bloke, after all. But it’s not like I’ve ever been too enamored with any of the girls I’ve been with. Especially since I’ve been with a few of them more than once.”

“I see.”

“I guess maybe I just overthink it.” Sebastian was rambling now. His brain screamed at him to stop talking, that shutting the fuck up would be his best bet, but untamed words kept pouring from his mouth. “And maybe overthinking it makes me tense up. And maybe all that tension makes it hard for me to… contain myself.”

“I see.” Stella was quite aware that she wasn’t contributing much to the discussion at this point, but she couldn’t speak freely. She couldn’t tell Sebastian she was secretly relieved he hadn’t had dozens of girls in his bed. She couldn’t reveal that she wanted to be one of those girls. And she certainly couldn’t tell him that his admission only made her want him more.

Could she?

What if there was a way she could get what she had always wanted without admitting it? Would that be wrong and deceitful? She wouldn’t act without Sebastian’s full consent, but would it be wrong to initiate sex with him when she was secretly in love with him? And what if doing so made her fall even harder for him? 

Or worse, what if she offered and he said no?

But would it be so wrong for two friends to rely on each other to improve their natural desires to be good in bed? And shouldn’t two friends be the ideal participants in something as simple as self-improvement? 

Stella’s silence was driving Sebastian mad. He began to wonder how immoral it would be to obliviate her and make her forget they’d ever had such a conversation. But just as he was reminding himself that doing so was absolutely demented, she smiled kindly at him.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll sort it all out in time,” she said, hoping he understood her sincerity. “Maybe you just need a little more practice.”

“Er, right,” Sebastian agreed. Shame creeped across his cheeks in the form of a deep blush. He felt like an absolute fool. Surely, she must think he was a pathetic, sorry excuse of a man – an amateur who had no idea how to please a woman. And surely, she’d never see him on a romantic level now.

But Sebastian noticed that Stella was chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. He waited for her to speak her mind, squirming as he fought to suppress his impatience.

Stella was working up the courage to propose something so bold, so forbidden, she’d surely die if Sebastian said no. And there was a very good chance he would. After all, they’d formed an impenetrable bond over the last near-three years. If Sebastian had any romantic interest in her, he would have certainly acted upon his feelings, right? 

Such a proposition could absolutely disintegrate their friendship. But this might be Stella’s only shot at exploring Sebastian Sallow in the one way she’d never known. She willed herself to be bold enough to take a chance.

“What if…” she began slowly, her palms sweating as she spoke. “What if I helped you practice?”

Her offer hovered in the air between them, a heavy haze that damn near made Sebastian choke as he processed the words. He had to have heard wrong. 

“Wh-what?” he said stupidly. “Practice what?”

“You know,” Stella said, fighting to maintain a casual air though her breathless words betrayed her. “Sex. I could help you practice.”

Sebastian shifted, certain that doing so would wake him from the very obvious dream he was having. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d dreamt of Stella in such a shameful manner. There was no other explanation for this. In no other realm of possibility would his best friend and the object of his unrequited desires be offering to have sex with him. But he wasn’t waking up. There were no bed curtains mocking him to remind him he was alone. There was no cold sweat or arousal that would need relieving in the boys’ showers. This was real.

“A-and how exactly would we do that?” Sebastian stuttered.

“We could just practice,” Stella said simply. “I could, you know, coach you through things. Different acts and positions and whatnot. We could practice them together until you, you know, gain more confidence.” When Sebastian didn’t immediately reply, it was Stella’s turn to babble on anxiously. “I just figure it makes sense, you know? We help each other out with everything else. It wouldn’t have to be any different than how we practice dueling together, or study together, right?”

But it would be different. They both knew that. But they were both too driven by desire to think better of it.

“And you’d… you’d be okay doing all that?” Sebastian asked softly. “With me?”

“Why not?” Stella offered boldly, though her shaking hands suggested otherwise. “I mean, we trust each other, right?”

“Right.”

“So why not? It seems like this could benefit us both. We can learn from each other, like everything else we do.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure how to respond. Of course he was going to say yes. He knew this arrangement could send their entire friendship spiraling south, but he was too desperate to know how it would feel to be with Stella to say no. This was his one and only chance to feel her, and to potentially convince her to consider him romantically. He could sweep her off her feet and make it impossible for her to think of anyone else.

Except there was that tiny, little problem of his inability to last long enough to prove himself to her. 

But if there was one thing Sebastian couldn’t resist (other than Stella), it was a challenge. He would learn. He’d figure it out or die trying. If this was his only shot at winning Stella over, he’d find a way, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to squander it.

But he also didn’t want to appear too eager. He didn’t want Stella to know he’d spent damn near every night dreaming about her in ways that would make her hair curl. She couldn’t know he’d spent day in and day out scheming ways to make her fall for him. He couldn’t let her know he was hopelessly, haphazardly in love with her.

“Well, I do suppose we tend to work together on everything else,” Sebastian mused carefully. 

“Do you… find me attractive enough that you could… you know…” Stella paused, terrified to ask such a question. “Become aroused.”

“Huh? Oh! Erm, of course.” The moment Sebastian answered, he wanted to sink into the ground, never to be seen again. But how else was he supposed to answer such a loaded question?

Stella was fucking stunning. Surely, she knew that. Surely, Sebastian didn’t have to tell her so. But he wanted to more than anything. He wanted to yank her by the collar of her shirt, pull her in close and tell her she was so beautiful, it made the heart inside his chest hurt and scream for relief.

“You’re beautiful, Stell. Do… do you find me, er, handsome enough to… you know?” Sebastian stammered.

Stella rolled her eyes. It was her most common defensive mechanism, her strongest veil for her insecurities. “Seb, come on,” she said, gazing at him with a pointed stare. She blinked for emphasis. “All the girls in our year practically fling themselves at you in hopes you’ll make them your wife when we graduate. You have to know you’re handsome.”

“Was just making sure.” 

And then came the silence. It squeezed itself around them until both of their airways felt constricted.

“So, are you saying you want to try it then?” Stella finally had the nerve to ask. She tucked her hands beneath her thighs in an attempt to keep herself from fiddling with her hair. It was her common tell for nervousness.

“I do if you do,” Sebastian replied, far too aware of the tightening sensation happening within his trousers. All this talk of sex was forcing the blood to rush from his brain to the one place he didn’t want Stella to see. But she’d see it all soon enough. 

“Alright,” Stella said with an air of forced confidence that she prayed sounded sexy and alluring. “When would you like to start?”

“Um, whenever it’s convenient for you.” Sebastian wanted to smack his palm against his forehead. He was speaking like he was in a formal job interview or having tea with the Minister of Magic, not agreeing to sex with his own best friend.

“We could start now,” Stella offered shyly. She glanced downward at the tent forming in Sebastian’s lap. Sebastian reddened even more.

“Oh. Okay, sure.”

Stella swallowed. This was it. She and Sebastian were going to plunge into the very risky waters of intimacy. But more importantly, he trusted her enough to guide him through one of life’s most personal, vulnerable endeavors. She wanted to get this right.

“We could use the Beasts classroom,” Stella offered. There were no classes that day. There’d be no reason for anyone to go anywhere near the classroom. At least that’s what Sebastian told himself as he found himself nodding in agreement.

Stella climbed to her feet and brushed loose blades of grass from the backs of her legs. It was then that Sebastian noticed how her skirt clung to her thighs. The pressure in his pants mounted.

Stella offered him her hand to help him up, her eyes averted as she led him toward the empty Beasts classroom. When they reached Professor Howin’s desk, Stella finally gathered the nerve to look Sebastian in the eye. Her gaze softened as she realized he was just as nervous as she was. The ever-confident Sebastian Sallow was unsure.

They didn’t speak at first, staring at one another as they both waited for the other to initiate action. Finally, Stella cleared her throat.

“Maybe we should start small,” she offered gently. “You know, foreplay stuff. Does that… does that sound good to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sebastian croaked.

Stella’s eyes shifted to Sebastian’s very evident erection. Her breath hitched at the notion that it was all for her; because of her. She’d touched herself in the quiet solitude of her bed to the very thought on countless occasions.

As Stella subconsciously ran her tongue across her bottom lip in thought, Sebastian clenched his jaw. His cock was pressing far too hard against the stiff fabric of his trousers for his liking, and the sight of Stella looking so fucking seductive was already testing his control.

“Maybe you should lean back against the desk?” Stella suggested. Sebastian obeyed without a word. Stella stepped toward him, her nerves still evident as she slowly lifted a hand to reach toward Sebastian’s erection. “May I…”

Sebastian nodded silently, too terrified that words would ruin the moment. Stella eyed him for a moment longer until her fingertips traced gently along the length of Sebastian’s erection. He inhaled sharply through his nose.

“I’ll go slow,” Stella whispered. Her fingers moved with tact over his taut trousers, tracing tantalizing lines over him. She suppressed a moan as she realized just how hard – and big – he was. She could swear she felt Sebastian’s cock twitch beneath her touch. “Does that feel good?” she asked innocently.

Sebastian nodded slowly, his failing attempts at controlling his breathing evident.

“I’m going to pick up the pace,” Stella warned, her eyes searching Sebastian’s for any indication he wanted her to stop. Instead, he nodded earnestly. “Tell me if it’s too much. Just… just keep breathing.”

She stroked his length faster, the friction of the fabric rough beneath the pads of her fingers. A grunt rumbled from Sebastian’s throat.

He knew this would be difficult. It always was. But he hadn’t properly accounted for the fact that this was Stella touching him. The way she was determined to take care of him, the way her voice purred as she spoke… it all made his self-control even slimmer. He was terrified he was going to embarrass himself.

“Relax,” Stella ordered gently. “Remember, it’s just me, Seb. Trust me.”

She clearly had no idea how much she affected Sebastian. So as she gazed at him with a soft, doe-eyed stare, Sebastian’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the desk behind him. 

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut as he fought for control over his body. He didn’t want to tense, certain that would result in an accident. But when he felt Stella’s fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers, his eyes shot open wide and his spine straightened.

“Alright?” Stella asked, her voice raspier than usual. Sebastian pretended not to notice and nodded his reply. His throat dried as he watched Stella reach inside his open trousers and fish his erection out. It popped eagerly from the fabric, but remained rigid in Stella’s hand. Sebastian held his breath as he watched her fingers curl around him before she began to stroke him with her soft hand. The surreal sight felt like a vision only meant for one of Sebastian’s most explicit dreams.

Sebastian cursed under his breath at the sensation. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been touched like this, but this was Stella. This actually meant something, because she meant everything.

“Relax,” Stella repeated. “Stop tensing so much. It’s just me.” She flashed him a reassuring smile, unaware that her curved lips and bright eyes were Sebastian’s very undoing. “Take a deep breath and exhale slowly, okay?”

Sebastian nodded and obeyed, exhaling until his shoulders slackened and the tightness in his abdomen eased.

“Now close your eyes,” Stella added. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel… fuck, that feels so good,” Sebastian breathed. 

“Tell me. Describe it.”

“Huh?”

“Just do what I say, you git.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure how describing their current sex act would help, but he certainly was in no position to argue. The only position he wanted to be in was on top of – or beneath – Stella, preferably with much less clothing between them.

“Your hands… they’re smooth,” Sebastian murmured with closed eyes. “Warm, too.”

“What do you usually think about when you come?”

Sebastian resisted the urge to pop open a panicked eye. He couldn’t exactly tell Stella that the answer was always her. He couldn’t possibly explain that picturing her plump lips, curious eyes and the curve of her full hips was always the tipping point that sent his body into a euphoric state. She couldn’t know she was the cause for his filthiest behavior. 

“Erm, I don’t know,” Sebastian lied. “I think about lots of different things.” He grunted as he felt Stella’s thumb swipe over the tip of his cock. 

“How’s this feel?” Stella asked, her hand pumping harder. 

“S-so good,” Sebastian panted. 

“Do you feel like you’re going to… you know?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Stella’s line of questioning stopped for a moment as she continued to stroke him. She was thankful Sebastian’s closed eyes couldn’t see the flush creeping over her, or the way her eyes lingered on his cock. He felt like velvet and looked like he was big enough to fill her completely – and then some. It made the ache between her thighs throb.

Stella watched as Sebastian’s chest began to rise and fall, his labored breaths audible inside the classroom. He didn’t notice as Stella fell to her knees, her hand still dragging around his shaft.

Sebastian’s eyes shot open again the moment he felt the moisture of her mouth surrounding him. This was a display beyond anything he could envision – such a sinful act performed by an angelic figure was a paradox his brain could never conjure. It was enough to make him moan. 

“Remember to breathe, okay?” Stella said, her eyes peering up at him. She returned her lips to his cock and Sebastian bit back a groan as they tugged around his tip. 

The classroom soon filled with the coarse sounds of lips pulling around wet skin. Sebastian’s hands tangled in Stella’s hair, tightening as the coil inside him did the same. He was careening toward the edge, unsure how to stop himself.

He tried to breathe through it, but he was far beyond the threshold of sensory overload. The feeling of Stella’s mouth hungrily engulfing his cock, the vision of her on her knees before him, the sounds of her gurgling around his length – Sebastian was sure there wasn’t a single soul who would be immune to such divine sensations.

“Stella,” Sebastian panted. “I can’t-”

Stella hummed, the vibrations coursing around Sebastian’s cock until he was surging toward his ending. He didn’t want this to stop, but couldn’t help but feel impressed with himself for lasting as long as he had, especially given the circumstances.

“Stella…” Sebastian repeated. The warning merely spurred Stella on. She was eager to prove to him just how worthy she was to coach him through this. She'd show him just how good she could be at this - better than Violet McDowell or any other dumb girl who dared to approach Sebastian. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked harder, her eyes watering as Sebastian’s tip dabbed the back of her throat. 

Sebastian let out a sharp shout, his hips jutting forward as his cock twitched. The small of his back pressed against the edge of the desk as he spilled into Stella’s mouth. Her throat closed around his tip, the warmth of her flesh guiding his release downward as she swallowed.

When it was over, Stella released him, his cock bobbing as it popped from her mouth. She remained on her knees while Sebastian caught his breath, his chest quietly rising and falling as he slumped against the desk. 

They didn’t speak. Sebastian quelled the urge to thank Stella, to praise her and tell her how fucking good she was, while Stella withheld the desire to beg Sebastian for more.

“You alright?” Sebastian finally asked, his eyes searching Stella for any signs that she was upset. But she smiled upward at him and nodded assuredly. 

Sebastian extended a hand to help her to her feet until the pair stood, the awkward silence exposing their uncertainty on how to proceed. But Stella reminded herself that she had promised to help Sebastian, and she was never one to back out on her word.

“So how was that?” she asked casually as Sebastian tucked himself back into his trousers.

Sebastian’s brain stuttered. The truth was it was the most incredible encounter he’d ever had, simply because he’d shared it with her. But that kind of honesty would surely sever whatever this was – and the entirety of their friendship.

“It was… you… you’re brilliant,” Sebastian finally managed, still shocked that such a lewd act had just occurred with the girl he'd deemed his best friend for more than two years. Stella seemed content with his analysis.

“I think the problem is you’re just so damn tense the entire time,” she noted. It was bizarre to be assessing a sexual encounter with her best friend like they were discussing quidditch tactics, but she had offered to coach him, hadn’t she?

But her evaluation had fallen on deaf ears, because now, Sebastian’s guilt was dissecting his brain. 

“You didn’t… I didn’t…” he started, his voice trailing off. “...How can I repay the favor?”

“You don’t need to,” Stella said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Not this time.”

Sebastian frowned – mostly because he didn’t want to be greedy, but also because he was desperate to touch her and wouldn’t forgive himself if he missed the opportunity to do so. He had to know how she felt, so yielding beneath his touch, how she moaned, how she looked when she fell apart at his orchestration.

“Please,” Sebastian pressed. “I can’t let you walk away without your share.”

Stella snorted. “Seb, really, it’s fine,” she promised. “You can make it up to me later.” She smirked as she smoothed out her skirt. “I’m pretty sure we’re just getting started.”

—

Sebastian was certain the entire afternoon had been some kind of demented dream when he woke up the following morning. But the details were far too vivid in his memory to have been a figment of his imagination; Stella’s fingers tracing over every ridge of his cock, her lips raw and red after they had wrapped around him, the plush sensation of her throat hugging his tip. It was better than any dream.

But now, how was he meant to face her? Guilt had clawed away at him the entire evening for not returning the favor. Now, all he could think about was how eager he was to do so. And what about their friendship? Had they really been stupid enough to jeopardize their entire bond all because of some suppressed sexual tension?

The war within his head made Sebastian want to sink into his porridge at breakfast. Ominis, sensing his friend’s tension, raised an eyebrow from the seat across from him.

“Alright mate?” Ominis asked. But Sebastian was too busy straightening in his seat to hear him. Stella was approaching the Slytherin table.

“Good morning,” she said breezily as she took the seat next to Ominis. Sebastian watched as she reached for a pastry, his eyes glued to her hands – those same hands that grabbed at his cock just hours before. He swallowed.

“Morning,” he managed. His eyes searched Stella for any indication of awkward tension, but she seemed as calm and content as ever.

“Have you two studied for tomorrow’s arithmancy exam?” Ominis asked. 

“No,” Stella said as she shook her head, her right cheek puffed out from a large bite of pastry. “Not yet. Haven’t had the time.”

“Me neither,” Sebastian chimed in.

“Haven’t had the time? What were the two of you doing all day yesterday? I didn’t see either of you after lunch,” Ominis said suspiciously. Stella shrugged while Sebastian began to spiral toward a panic attack. 

“Oh, we went to Hogsmeade,” Stella explained with casual ease. “I rescued a handful of diricrawl the other day and took them to Brood and Peck.” 

Sebastian blinked. It was rather alarming – and impressive – how easily the lie left Stella’s lips. Of course, Ominis wouldn’t mind if he learned his two closest friends had spent an afternoon engaged in illicit sex acts, but none of it actually meant anything, right? Meaning there was no point in disclosing such details to Ominis.

Sebastian was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when Stella’s stare shifted to him. “Perhaps we can study tonight?” she asked him. Her eyes glimmered pointedly and Sebastian picked up on her implication.

“Er, yeah,” he agreed as his stomach performed a series of somersaults. “Tonight.”

“Well, as enthralling as it would be to pour over charts tonight, I’ll have to leave you two to it,” Ominis prattled on, unaware that no one would be studying numerical values that evening. “I’ve got to pen an ancient runes essay and I promised to help Violet McDowell.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but snicker. “That all you’re helping her with, mate?”

Ominis scowled as Stella snorted. “Unlike some people, I actually care about my studies,” he said, his tone taking on a self-righteous air. “Right, Stella?”

Sebastian couldn’t help but bite back a laugh as Stella nearly choked on her pumpkin juice. “Oh, right you are, Ominis,” she said as she stole a quick glance at Sebastian. “Some of us are quite dedicated to our studies.”

Sebastian smirked into his own juice.

—

Hours later, Sebastian found himself pacing outside of the library. Stella had instructed him to meet her there, which sent Sebastian into a confused, manic state.

Had she decided she’d no longer help him with his little problem? Had yesterday been a letdown? Had she expected more from him? Why weren’t they meeting someplace more private? Had Sebastian misread Stella’s eyes? Were they actually going to study? He’d left all his books in his dormitory.

“Hey.”

Sebastian looked up to see Stella approaching. She wore another skirt that barely draped from her curves, making it difficult for Sebastian to focus on much else – though the top button of her blouse had popped open, serving as another excruciating distraction.

“Hey,” Sebastian croaked. Stella raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“Alright?” she asked.

Sebastian nodded. “Ready to… study?” 

Something flickered in Stella’s eyes that told Sebastian books and notes were not on the evening’s itinerary. “Ready,” she said, hoping she sounded more intriguing than nervous.

She started toward the nearest library door and Sebastian followed as she descended the staircase. The library was quiet, even for its usual standards. A small group of students sat at the right table, anxiously shuffling through Transfiguration notes. A fifth-year girl sat quietly in one corner, a romance novel open in her lap, while Duncan Hobhouse was flipping through an Herbology book at a table to himself.

“Come on,” Stella whispered as she led Sebastian to a table at the far end of the library, free from any students. She gathered an armful of books from the nearest shelf and dropped them on the table, her chair quietly scraping against the wood floor. She opened one to a random page to make it appear as if she was studying.

Sebastian took the seat next to her, his knees feeling wobbly as he lowered himself. He sat with a stiff back, his posture uncharacteristically prim and proper. It made Stella smirk.

“Relax!” she hissed quietly, one hand finding the top of Sebastian’s left knee beneath the table. It was anything but soothing. The muscles of Sebastian’s thighs went rigid and Stella gave his knee a gentle squeeze. His trousers were already feeling tight. Stella snuck a sideways glance at Sebastian, who was holding his breath. “If you make it through this test, I’ll reward you with something even better.”

Merlin, help him. He was a goner.

Stella slid a book in front of him. “Here,” she instructed. “Pretend you’re reading this.”

If her hand hadn’t been wandering up his leg, Sebastian would have laughed. It was an Introduction to Dueling book meant for first-years.

Sebastian flipped the book open to its center pages and focused on the words to keep himself from reacting to Stella’s hand, which was presently exploring his inner thigh. He gripped the edge of the table when it found his erection.

“How are you so hard already?” Stella whispered in his ear. Sebastian shot her a sideways glare.

“Kind of difficult to be anything but hard when you’re making lofty promises,” he growled back.

The friction of Stella’s hand running over the fabric of Sebastian’s trousers was just as glorious and agonizing as it had been the day before. Sebastian began to wonder if he was a hopeless case; a lost cause, meant to live his days in misery because he was too infatuated with his best friend to focus on their “practice.”

Stella shuffled in her seat and before Sebastian could react, she was unbuttoning his pants. 

“Are you mad?” he hissed. Stella merely shrugged.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No.”

"That's what I thought."

Stella’s hand disappeared, her fingers grazing the skin of Sebastian’s waist before they found the base of his cock inside his pants. Sebastian chewed his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Stella traced a teasing finger down the full length of his shaft until it found the tip, where she made tiny circular motions. Her movements were slow and tantalizing, signaling her genuine intent to help Sebastian learn to withstand such pleasure.

But the forbidden nature of their act was making it far too difficult for Sebastian to focus on the task at hand. The thrill of sharing such a salacious moment with Stella made his heightened arousal evident in his flushed cheeks and strained breathing. Stella seemed to notice he was struggling, because her strokes around his cock became slower and gentler.

“Close your eyes,” she hummed quietly. Sebastian nodded and let his eyelids flutter shut. Stella squirmed against her chair, her own arousal testing her patience. As much as she enjoyed the power of controlling Sebastian’s ultimate undoing, she was desperate for her own. She wanted nothing more than for him to treat her the same.

But for now, Stella was content with studying Sebastian’s face. She gazed at him in quiet adoration, her eyes scanning his flushed cheeks and the locs of tousled hair that had fallen out of place. She watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched with certain strokes of his cock, particularly the way the muscles strained whenever her thumb pressed against his tip. She would have sold her soul to merely climb into his lap and kiss every freckle on his face.

Her focus on Sebastian’s handsome features forced Stella’s attention to falter. Just as she found herself wondering if Sebastian was good with his own hands, Sophronia Franklin rounded a corner and strode into view.

Stella jumped, her surprise causing her fist to squeeze around Sebastian’s shaft as her elbow smashed against the table with a sharp bang. She swore loudly as the pain stung through her arm while Sebastian yelped, his eyes popping open in surprise.

Stella did her best to remain still, her palm pressed against Sebastian’s cock as she smiled politely at Sophronia, who was studying the pair with a quizzical stare. Stella returned her eyes to the book in front of her, pretending to think critically about the prose on its pages.

“Perhaps this spell would conjure manacles to bind the person on the receiving end,” she mused loud enough for Sophronia to hear. But her plan backfired, as Sophronia stopped in her tracks to double back.

“Were you two just talking about the alternate form of Incarcerous?” she asked curiously. She stood about three feet from the table, seemingly oblivious to the debauchery occurring beneath it.

“Oh,” Stella blinked. “Um, sort of. But doesn’t Incarcerous conjure ropes?”

“It does.” Sophronia nodded in approval of Stella’s knowledge. “But a modified version of the spell can conjure manacles.”

“Manacles,” Stella repeated blankly.

“Yes. You know, like shackles used for fastening hands or ankles,” Sophronia offered.

“Right.” 

“I can’t imagine what one would use them for nowadays,” Sophronia continued. “But I suppose they have their uses.”

“Can’t imagine,” Sebastian chimed in tersely through gritted teeth. Stella squeezed her hand gently to send a message. Sebastian wheezed.

“I suppose manacles might be a bit sturdier than rope,” Sophronia rattled on. “Much more secure, at least. They’d certainly be more likely to keep people in their place.”

“How wonderful for them,” Stella said stupidly.

Sophronia, seemingly bored with the rather one-sided discussion, shrugged and spun on her heels to continue toward the spiral staircase. Stella and Sebastian sat in still silence as she ascended, waiting in searing agony until her footsteps faded.

“Fucking hell,” Sebastian whined, his shoulders slumping forward. “Can you be more careful?” 

Stella clearly found the encounter more amusing than unsettling. She shot Sebastian a sheepish smile, which instantly dissolved his aggravation.

“Sorry,” she offered. “My bad. Didn’t notice her coming.”

“Yeah well, keep it up and she won’t be the only one.”

Stella snorted, eliciting a shush from Sebastian, who was looking positively distressed. 

“We should probably move,” Stella noted, her eyes scanning the area for any more potential intruders. “Consider this the passage of your test and the start of your reward. I’ve got just the place.”

“We can’t risk the Restricted Section just yet,” Sebastian said. “It’s too early. Scribner’s still around.”

“Not the Restricted Section,” Stella said as she removed her hand from Sebastian’s trousers. He swallowed a whimper at the sudden absence of her touch. “I know a better place.”

She waited for Sebastian to adjust his clothing before she stood, the books forgotten on the tabletop. She made a sweeping glance around the room before brandishing her wand to apply a disillusionment charm. Sebastian blinked at her invisible form and followed suit. 

“Where are you? I can’t follow you if I can’t see you,” he hissed. The sudden feeling of Stella’s hand closing around his wrist was his answer. Stella guided him quietly across the library toward the fireplace.

“Glacius,” Stella breathed. The flames dissolved and she tugged Sebastian through the fireplace to the small, discreet room on the other side to shed her disillusionment spell. “See? Told you this is better.”

“How the hell did you even find this place?” Sebastian demanded as his own disillusionment charm fell. He gazed around the space, impressed by the tapestries on the walls and furniture in the corner.

“Shh!” Stella clapped a hand over his mouth and shot him a sharp look. “No one can see us but they can still hear us. Remember, we’re in the library so silencing charms won’t work.”

“Still one of Scribner’s most asinine ideas,” Sebastian muttered. 

Stella whispered “Incendio” to reignite the flames in the fireplace, closing them in and guarding them from any wandering passerby. When she turned to face Sebastian again, her eyes drifted downward. His trousers were still tented. Now completely alone, Stella’s mind began to run wild with ideas of all the things she wanted to do with him.

“Wait,” Sebastian whispered as Stella reached to unbutton his pants again. He stopped her with a gentle hand around her wrist. “When do I get to return the favor for you?”

Stella squeezed her thighs together. The thought of Sebastian touching her had been burning between her legs for quite some time.  “Now, if you want.”

Sebastian didn’t hesitate. His hands snapped to her waist and he pulled her closer. “Now’s as good a time as any,” he murmured. He nudged her gently toward the armchair in the corner, guiding her backward until the backs of her legs met the seat. Stella sat and Sebastian dropped to his knees in front of her. 

His hands skimmed beneath the hem of her skirt and over her porcelain thighs. The heat between them made his cock stir with desire. As Sebastian bunched her skirt up around her waist, Stella held her breath. His eyes settled on the damp spot at the center of her panties. He stared for a moment as he mustered the courage to touch her.

It was finally happening. He was going to discover the depths of Stella he’d assumed were only reserved for his dreams. But he could feel himself starting to freeze, gripped by his insecurities that he wouldn’t be able to impress her. 

As Stella caught his gaze, Sebastian could feel his intensity soften. She smiled at him, her warmth radiating through him with a sense of comfort only she could offer. Sebastian decided he wasn’t going to leave that library until he had Stella squirming from his touch.

He planted a trail of kisses up Stella’s right thigh. He could hear her inhale sharply, her hips lifting off the chair as the ache became unbearable within her core.

Sebastian’s hands drifted toward her hips, peeling the waistband of her panties downward until they pooled around her ankles. The sight of her soaked entrance ignited an invigorating surge of avidity in him. He’d fling himself into the flames of that fireplace before he allowed anyone to deny him a taste.

But first, he needed to touch her. He had to know how soft, how slick she felt. When his thumb made contact with her clit, Stella whimpered. He pressed against it, the pink flesh warm, wet and arousing. 

Sebastian swiped his thumb, drawing a soft moan of approval from Stella. He began dragging his thumb back and forth in a steady rhythm while he sank a slow finger inside her. The surge of moisture surrounding his finger made Sebastian curse under his breath. There was no way he’d last long enough to bend Stella over the desk like he wanted, but if there was one thing he would ensure, it was to make Stella moan his name by any means possible.

Sebastian’s index finger pulled upward against her front wall as his thumb continued its assault on her clit. The fireplace room soon filled with the lewd sound of slick flesh, but the library’s visitors remained none the wiser.

Stella’s knees parted more as Sebastian added a second finger inside her, dipping and dragging against her walls in desperate determination to incite her undoing.

“God, Sebastian,” she breathed, her fingers gripping the armrests as she clenched her cunt around his fingers to coax her release. Sebastian hastened his movements, his fingers dabbing at the sensitive and spongy flesh until Stella was practically riding his hand. 

She let out a quiet whine as her hips lifted off the chair, grinding her cunt around Sebastian’s fingers until she was hurtling toward her pinnacle. The pressure within her core mounted, her walls pulling greedily at Sebastian’s fingers until they began to quiver. 

Stella unleashed a breathy hiss as she climaxed, her thighs clamped around Sebastian’s fingers in an attempt to prolong her peak. Her walls pulsed as his fingers continued to beckon. When the quaking subsided, she was breathless and sweaty, albeit fully satisfied.

But Sebastian wasn’t. Now, it was time for a taste.

Stella flinched when Sebastian’s tongue made contact with her sensitive entrance, but her hands immediately pulled at his hair, demanding more from him. Sebastian lapped at her folds and hummed in arousal at her taste. The pressure in his pants was excruciating.

His tongue flattened against her clit, pressing and prodding until Stella’s legs were shaking.

“Sebastian,” she panted, unsure if she could withstand the sensitivity between her thighs. But the way her hips were jutting upward, pressing her entrance against his tongue, told him she wanted more.

He drove his tongue harder against her clit, forcing it in swift, short swipes until Stella’s feet were kicking from the pleasure swelling inside her nerve endings. 

Her back arched and her nails sank into the back of Sebastian’s neck as heat sprawled across her cunt, its ripples triggering a blissful shriek from her. Sebastian was too preoccupied to address the sinful sounds threatening to expose them. The tight, binding tension inside him cracked. He swore loudly as the sensation of Stella’s seeping arousal against his tongue sent him over the edge.

When both of their highs had subsided, they froze, fearful for the sound of approaching footsteps that never came. Sebastian remained rooted in place, shame spreading over his features. 

This had never happened to him before. Sure, he’d had those premature incidents, but those always occurred as a result of someone touching him. It had never happened at the mere sight of someone else’s orgasm.

Stella couldn’t help but smirk at the damp spot that had appeared on his pants. The sheer thought of her release triggering Sebastian’s own undoing was more empowering than any bit of ancient magic. Sure, it was counterproductive to the coaching she had promised, but considering he had satisfied her – twice – she decided there’d be plenty more opportunities for carnal education.

And selfishly, there was something quite satisfying about causing the temporary downfall of the great Sebastian Sallow. She’d never admit to it, though.

“Alright?” Stella asked tenderly.

“What do you think?” Sebastian muttered as he brandished his wand. “Scourgify.”

“I think,” Stella mused as she pulled her panties back up, “Maybe we started with the stakes too high.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we should try a more private setting – someplace where you’ll actually relax,” Stella explained. “Maybe these… public places are causing you too much stress.”

“What are you, my therapist now?”

“Sex therapist,” Stella quipped with a smirk. Sebastian turned red again. “To be fair,” Stella continued in a serious tone, “This therapy session was quite a stress reliever for me, so at least one of us benefited from it.” She frowned slightly as she rose to her feet. “I really was going to reward you, though.”

“Trust me,” Sebastian mumbled. “You’ve done plenty.”

Stella grinned as she flicked her wand toward the fireplace to freeze the flames. “What are friends for?”

[hearts4chriss]

Slice of Pizza.

Horny!Chris + Jake’s!little sister

prompt: your filming with ur brother Jake and the sturniolo triplets ur meeting for the first time, you and Chris had already been secretly talking behind their backs, he finally gets to meet you in person. After the videos over he offers to take you home and he can’t resist

Contains: public teasing, horny Chris, pet names (ma, mama, sweetheart??, baby, good girl, my girl, princess), m!oral receiving, unprotected sex ( wrap before u tap ), doggy , dirty talk, phat ass reader, creampie yktv

a/n- a lot of ppl wanted this one hope u like :)) ALL CREDS DUE TO ANYONE WHO INSPIRED ME ILYSM !! ( tags ran out )

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Today was the day.

My brother Jake and I were collaborating with the sturniolo triplets, and I was so so nervous.

The main reason is that I was talking too one of them, Chris sturniolo.

We’d been talking for a little over a month and I was actually gonna meet him, but the thing is.

His brothers and my older brother Jake have no idea we’ve been talking.

let alone how much of a freak he is, as well as I am.

We’ve sent each other, images and texts and said things but I was going insane over meeting this man.

I had decided to reach out to one of my brothers friends and ex Tara fucking yummy.

my baby💞🫂

Tara help me, yk how I’ve been talking to Chris?

I’m fucking meeting him tdy bc Jake and I are collabing w the triplets.

taraa💋

baby you’ll be okayyyy

he wants you so bad trust

Chris is gonna beg to fuck you js wait 😛😛

My cheeks grew a pink hue just thinking of that, it was obviously Chris is very attractive and I’d love to have him fuck the absolute shit out of me.

so there I sat in my room wearing this outfit praying too impress him.

A white mini skirt and a fitted skims crop tank pushing my tits up even more highlighting my figure as I threw a grey zip up over it.

I walked downstairs being greeted with my brother.

Finally, took all day. Jake rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out

shut up come on I wanna meet these kids. I chuckle and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn't utter a word as we hoped in the car and began driving too the location.

We got there pretty quickly and I thankfully hadn't seen a text from chris today which calmed my nerves, but it was until I saw him standing outside of my car along with matt and nick.

I quickly got out the car.

holy- shit. was all I could utter under my breath at the 3 same faced men.

Matt had tattoos which i'd always loved and he was fairly attractive.

Nick also had tattoos and he was absolutely adorable I could see us becoming close.

Chris.

The one of three i'd been "sexting" and oh my fuck he was so attractive.

He had a small stubble but not too much, his pink plump lips i'd been dying too kiss and lord the all grey- I could see his dick outline was he not wearing boxers??

wow kid ur short. Chris chuckled reaching in too give me a hug

hey baby, I finally get too meet your fine ass. He whispered low enough in my ear so I could feel a wetness grow in my panties seeping from my cunt.

Hey chris! we wanna hug her too! Nick rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug.

ur so pretty holy shit- nick said softly and i smiled giving him a thank you.

Why am I last? Matt rolled his eyes playfully and I gave him a tighter hug than the rest.

Alright, can I have my sister back? My older brother basically emerged from his tesla and they all gave me a smile and we piled into the car as we pulled out foods from, McDonalds, a pizza place, Wendy's and more.

I sat in the passenger seat and Chris in the driver whilst nick matt and jake were in the back and he started the intro

“Hey guys welcome back to another video, this time I’m actually In my car, I’m joined by…”

Y/n Webber, the better sibling. I give the camera a wave and Jake rolls his eyes at me

“And also this collab was highly requested so…”

“Nick, Matt and Chris are with us today the sturniolo triplets!” As we all clapped for a bit.

"So today we are gonna be eating a bunch of our favourite foods and just talking and yeah that’s it!" I smiled.

"McDonald’s first?" Chris asked and everyone nodded as we each grabbed fries.

The video was super funny, Chris kept making me and everyone else laugh as well as nick and Matt attacking him it made the whole thing better. Until…

"Alright last thing?" I asked and everyone nodded

I opened the pizza box letting everyone grab a piece, I watched how Chris’s almost slipped so I helped him.

"They weren’t wrong, you are the clumsiest one". I let out a soft laugh and he rolled his eyes

"Yeah yeah". Chris chuckled and I held up the pizza for him as he looked me in the eyes, god I felt something. As he shook his head slowly trying to get a bite he managed to do so after about 7 seconds.

"Is it good bro? "Matt asked him and I let out a laugh as well as nick and my brother

"Shut up Matt". Chris spoke in a monotone and everyone laughed at that as if he wasn’t just fucking teasing me, so I decided to get him back.

"Guys it’s kinda hot-" I say unzipping my jacket Chris’s eyes follow my hand on the zipper

"Right I was gonna say".. Nick chuckles eating his pizza.

I take off my hoodie leaving my tank top as is my tits sitting perfectly upright and I noticed Chris’s eyes and I smirked continuing to eat my pizza occasionally licking the grease off my fingers looking him in the eyes.

Paybacks a bitch huh

little did I know, Chris was a fucking freak

"what did you say too my brother to even allow me to be alone with you". I let out a laugh and he chuckled pulling me onto the couch.

"Im good with words baby. He gave me a small wink before pulling me onto his lap for a kiss".

"Mmm this was well worth the wait". Chris mumbles in between kisses before grabbing my ass making me gasp as he slipped his tongue into my mouth as they played together.

He moved me on his lap, groaning as my clit rubbed on his growing boner.

"Fuck- I need ur mouth so bad" - Chris rested his head on my shoulder before tapping my ass signaling me to get up.

I got on my knees and leaned up pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers watching his cock spring out and my eyes grow wide.

The length of it wasn’t even describable, let alone the girth, the tip was a dark pink and the veins going up the side had my panties dripping.

"you gonna suck me off or keep staring because I love the sight baby". Chris smirked biting his lip down at me and I wrap my hand around him and he moaned softly.

"baby.. please I need you- been waiting so long for you to do this" - he pleaded, almost in a whiny voice of need for me and I’d been waiting to do this.

I kiss his tip first before spitting on his cock stroking him and he throws his head back on the couch cushion.

I wrap my lips around his cock hollowing my cheeks as I began to suck him off sloppily and his hand gravitated towards my hair.

"oh fuck- just like that" - he moaned softly his eyes fluttering shut his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved as he felt my plump lips wrap around him beginning to deep throat his dick

"oh shit ma- feels so fuckin good" - he shudders on his words as his eyes open looking down at me sucking his cock, the sound of my gagging on him were enough to make him squirm, Chris’s large hand on my head guiding me while running it in my hair.

Sucking Chris off was an experience I’d never forget and the fact I was making him feel so good whilst doing it only made my thighs clench together with anticipation, needing his cock buried inside me.

his hips occasionally thrusting allowing his tip to hit the back of my throat aggressively knowing I’d be sore tomorrow.

"F-fuckk love that pretty mouth on my dick" - he shudders when my nose presses against his lower abdomen as I deep-throat him having to hollow my cheeks due to his size.

Chris always told me he loved sloppy head and that’s exactly what I was giving him, salvia and his pre cum was running down my chin whilst spit bubbles formed on the corners of my mouth and my mascara was sweating off from the tears in my eyes.

"God you look so fucking pretty sucking me off baby" - he praised, breaths in between each word pulling on my hair slightly tighter as we made eye contact and he moaned at the sight.

"there’s my girl, keep ur eyes on me, wanna see that pretty face- shit" - Chris tried to maintain eye contact with me as best he could, but the way I was looking at him alone made him cum deep in my mouth filling it to the brim and a deep moan as he came.

Chris’s cum smeared along my lips as I swallowed it and getting up off my knees and he smiled.

"C’mere, I gotta stretch you out". Chris’s fingers pressed against my panties and I moaned softly at the touch and he chuckled.

"Hold on baby, you’ll thank me later, trust me". He smirked sliding two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt making me squeal.

"Shit Chris" - I moaned as he held me by my waist on his lap stretching me out for a bit.

"hold on ma, I don’t want you to get hurt". He kissed my cheek curling his fingers making me moan in his ear.

"You feel stretched out?" He rubs my back and I nodded

"I need words princess". Chris spanked my ass and I jolted.

"Yes yes! I do, please Chris- please fuck me" - I beg and he halts his movements sliding his fingers out of me.

"On all 4s for me and strip". He taps my ass and I do so getting on the couch pealing my panties and skirt off along with my tank top allowing me to be bare for him.

"Your so beautiful, gonna fuck this pussy so good" - he pulled his sweats down fully positioning himself behind me rubbing his cock between my folds making me whimper with frustration and his hand came down smacking my ass.

"Patience baby, such a needy girl". Chris shakes his head before gripping my hips pushing himself inside me making my back arch at the girth and sudden sharp pain from the stretch.

"Chris I-it’s not gonna fit" - I cry out and he massages my hip reassuringly.

"shh it’s okay just tell me when, take ur time". He whispered, I took some deep breaths as I felt my body finally adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now" - I sigh deeply and he holds my hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.

"Oh fuck- m’faster" - I moan peering behind my shoulder and he gives me a sly smile before picking up the paste making my jaw hang open as his hips came in contact harshly with my ass.

"shit- ur so tight ma" - Chris groaned his hands grip my ass occasionally letting go to give it a slap rubbing over the soft skin.

"oh god- ur so deep Chris" - i drop my head breathing heavily before he grips my hair thrusting harder.

"huh? I wanna hear that again". He holds his grip firmly waiting for me to respond as I’m dazed out on his cock.

"f-fuck! Your so- deep" - I moan in between words shuddering in his grasp as he releases his grip from my hair gravitating towards my hips again.

"that’s a good girl" - Chris praised rutting his hips into mine, the sound of our bodies connecting and my moans and heavy breathing along with his filled the empty room creating a sex aroma

"shit Chriss" - I dragged out moaning as he arched my back making his cock reach depths I don’t think we’re possible before he paused.

"W-what are you doing?!" I whimper in frustration and he shushed me.

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock can you do that for me?" He whispers into my neck, tickling my skin, his raspy voice going to my core.

I positioned myself on my forearms arching my back beginning to move my hips back and forth on his dick and he moaned in response holding my hip for comfort.

"fuck- keep throwing that shit back on me ma" - Chris shuddered, biting his lip at the sight, my moans shooting to his throbbing cock as well as my moans fueling his ego and filling his ears

"fuckk yes- feels so good- I cried out". clenching my fists at the pleasure and the angle his dick was hitting, the tip feeling on my g spot made me shake each time.

Chris was in heaven, just the sight of this could've made him cum inside me.

"shit- there you go baby- love that ass" - he lets out a deep groan laying a smack across my cheeks making me squeal as he rubs over the soft skin as I continued fucking myself on his cock, picking up the pace, our breathing syncing picking up.

"oh shitt- yes yess!" I squirm and shake ever so slightly as his tip kisses my most sensitive spot.

"Looks like I found it". He mumbles to himself before grabbing my hips beginning to thrust his own into mine making my jaw hang open whilst only heavy breathing comes out

"shit- fucked you speechless?" He lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but mimick his actions because he quite literally fucked me speechless.

"God you take me so well" - sound so pretty on my cock- he lays a harsh smack to my ass making me squeal out as I close my walls around him.

"Chris I-I’m gonna cum" - I turn my head to the side seeing his facial expression as my breath picks up fists clenched as his hand rubs my clit.

"come on baby give it to me" - he praises his fingers play with my pussy overstimulating it as I cried out Chris’s name repeatedly until I creamed his cock.

He pulls out painting white ropes on my back giving me a second to catch my breath.

"You okay?" Chris pants pulling me onto his lap.

"yeah I’m okay- that was- well worth it". I smile pushing the hair sticking to his forehead away.

All over a slice of pizza huh.

Shut up Chris. I roll my eyes as he presses kisses to my shoulder

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[polarisjisung]

TRACK 505 — STILL INTO YOU

05— BEARER OF BAD NEWS

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WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes, a little bit of exes who hate each other back and forth but it's tame

The meeting room felt smaller than you remembered. Maybe it was the silence, thick and suffocating, pressing against your ribs. Or maybe it was the way Jeno sat directly across from you, arms crossed, radiating his barely contained irritation. Like he'd much rather be anywhere else.

“This was why you were acting all shady” His voice was sharp as he turned to Mark, eyes narrowing. “Because she would be here?”

It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

Mark didn’t respond right away, which was answer enough. 

Of course, it had been his idea to keep this from Jeno. If he’d known, Jeno wouldn’t have shown up. But that wasn’t something he was ready to admit yet.

“I’m not a child,” Jeno muttered, rolling his eyes, already preemptively dismissing the argument that hadn’t even begun. “If she’s going to be somewhere, just tell me.”

Unlike last time, it was just you, the eight of you sat around a table like nothing had changed. 

“So,” Mark started, his voice light, like he was testing the waters. “Back in the city huh?”  

“Yeah, I always wanted to come back” you sigh, rubbing a hand over your neck, “Now was just the best time.” 

Mark nods, grinning,  “Yeah Jungwoo told us about your solo deal.” 

Jeno let out a quiet scoff. “Yeah. Must be nice. No compromises, no responsibilities. ”  

Jaemin’s expression flattened. “You say that like she didn’t work her ass off to get here.”  

Jeno didn’t even look his way, his eyes stayed locked on his phone, thumb idly scrolling. Truly, he seemed disinterested, but you knew him too well. 

He was pushing, picking, searching for a crack to sink his teeth into.

“Oh, no, I respect it,” he said, voice dripping with mock sincerity. “She’s got a real talent for leaving things behind.”

Your fingers curled into your palm, nails pressing sharp into your skin. Clearly, he'd found one

“Can’t blame a girl if there was nothing worth staying for.”

His jaw ticked. But Jeno sat silent, Haechan interjecting before he could respond. 

“Okay. So. The actual reason we’re here.” His gaze flicked between you and Jeno, he sighed. “We need a drummer. The label suggested you.”  

You exhaled sharply, nodding. “I get that. But I left for a reason.”  

“And now we’re giving you a reason to come back,” Renjun said.  

You glanced at Jeno, who finally looked up, a sharpness in his eyes. “Yeah. If she wants to come back,” he muttered. “Wouldn’t wanna force her into something she already decided wasn’t worth it.”  

Your nails dug deeper. “That’s not what I said.”  

“Oh, you didn't need to.” 

You chuckle, wryly, “Still making assumptions over things you don't know I see.” 

He rolls his eyes and for a moment you think, maybe just maybe, it'll end there, that things have changed and Jeno doesn't fight to have the last word anymore, that things are different, that this isn't exactly like before.

But then he does, Jeno speaks, like proving you wrong is instinct. Habit.

“I agree though” 

For once, you think.

“You shouldn’t join,” he said simply, leaning back against his chair. A pause. A smirk. “You know what Einstein says about doing the same thing and expecting different results.”

“But,” he drawled, and there it was, of course there was a but. “Saying no would be just as selfish of you as I remember.”

“You of all people do not get to call her selfish.” Jaemin leaned forward, his voice edged with irritation.

Silence.

Jeno was still watching you, waiting—for you to agree, to deny it, to fight back.

You did neither.

You just met his gaze, steady, unreadable, until he looked away first.

Renjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Can we stop with the passive aggressive bullshit for, like, five minutes?”

Haechan snorted. “I think that’s physically possible for them.”

Your fingers drummed against the table, restless. “Fine. Say I do come back. What’s in it for me?”

Mark straightened a little, welcoming the shift in conversation with open arms, latching onto it in fact. 

“A fresh start. The label wants us to release an album, they’re investing a lot into this, and they want the original lineup.”

Jaemin nodded. “It’s not just a gig. This is our music, our vision. We get a real say in how this plays out.”

You exhaled slowly, turning the idea over in your mind. 

It should’ve been an easy no. 

Too much history. Too much that could go wrong. 

But the thought of playing again, of being part of something again—it stirred something deep within you that you weren’t sure you wanted to name.

Jeno watched you carefully, like he could see the gears turning in your head. “You don’t have it in you,” he said, voice quiet but deliberate.

Your eyes snapped to him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re thinking about it,” he said. “But you won’t do it. You’re not built for this.”

“Right, because if anyone's an expert on what I’m built for, it's you.” 

Jeno let out a low laugh, slow and mocking, before shaking his head.  

“Yeah? And yet, here you are—still acting like leaving was some big power move, instead of just running away.”  

His smirk sharpened. “Guess we both know what you’re built for.”

“Better to run than to stay and rot,” you shot back, tilting your head. “But hey, at least you’re consistent—still blaming everyone else for the mess you made.”

You leaned in slightly, voice dropping 

“Must be exhausting, Jeno. Carrying around all that delusion.”

“Alright, enough.” Jaemin’s tone was sharp, unamused. “This isn’t helping anyone.”

He turned to Jeno, his expression firm. “Stop being a dick for once.”

Jeno scoffed, but didn’t argue. His eyes flickered back to you for a moment, then he shifted, crossing his arms tighter, turning his attention to his phone again.

Renjun cleared his throat. 

“Right, well, that’s out of the way. We all know the past is messy. But the question still stands—what now?”

You felt their eyes on you, waiting. Like the whole room was holding its breath.

You let the silence sit for a moment longer, let them watch you, let Jeno watch you, before you exhaled sharply and shook your head.  

“No.”  

Mark flinched like he’d expected it, but still didn’t want to hear it. Jaemin sighed under his breath

Jeno just laughed. A single, sharp exhale, more amused than surprised.  

“Of course,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. “Classic Y/N.”  

Your eyes flicked over to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”  

“Oh, nothing.” He stretched his arms over his head. “Just that it’s predictable, that’s all. Always making a big show of considering, like you don’t already know you’re gonna run the second things get hard.”  

Your jaw tightened. “That’s not what I’m doing.”  

Jeno hummed, unconvinced. “Sure.”  

You exhaled slowly, pushing your chair back. “This was a mistake.”  

Jeno gave you a slow, knowing smirk. “Yeah. It usually is.”  

You gulped.

Mark was already standing, hands waving frantically in the air between you, trying to salvage things. “Y/N—”  

“No,” you interrupted, voice steady but final. “I’m done.”  

You grabbed your bag and headed for the door, refusing to look back. Refusing to give Jeno the satisfaction of seeing the way your hands curled into fists at your sides.  

As you reached the door, you heard his voice again, lighter this time, like he’d already moved on. He was good at that. Moving on.

“See you next time,” Jeno called out. “You know. When you change your mind.”  

You paused. Just for a second.  

Then you left.

NOTES | yeah I bet (i hope) you weren't expecting that 😼

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[umathurwin]

double vision

topper thornton x reader; nsfw 18+, mild dubcon

Summary: Topper… inexplicably keeps getting sucked off by girls he’s never met. He’s not even certain they’re real. He’s fine, really.

not crossposted on ao3! that’s a first!

“Sarah, you’re driving me nuts,” he sighed, letting his forehead thump against the steering wheel. “I think no matter what you pick, they’re gonna be hidden behind your hair.”

She continued to hold different pairs of earrings to her face. “These passport photos are gonna last ten years, Top,” she said, like he was an idiot. “I don’t want to have the wrong earrings for a decade.”

He glanced at the clock on the dash— fuck, he had to be at his parent’s house for lunch in half an hour. If she didn’t get in the damn Walgreens for the photo, he’d be late and God knows his mother would be loaded with smug comments. Why the hell did he even agree to do this for her anyways? She’d broken up with him for the nth time last week and still somehow roped him into driving her to errands.

She decided on plain hoops and flipped the visor up rougher than necessary. “Be right back,” she announced and climbed out of the vehicle. 

Topper sulked into the driver’s seat and watched Sarah stroll into the drugstore. With every passing day, the value of their relationship was slipping in his mind. At least the semimonthly sex was enough to keep his spirits up. 

He jumped when someone yanked his door open, and jumped again when he realized that someone was not Sarah forgetting her Dior lipgloss. 

No, some random girl had just climbed into his car without asking. He sat stunned, waiting for her to apologize and admit she’d gotten in the wrong vehicle, but none of that happened. 

The girl actually didn’t even acknowledge the driver at first, but looked around the parking lot in a panic. He scanned with her, and noticed a man walking down the sidewalk who’d been watching her. She finally looked at Topper with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s my ex, he totally sucks. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for five seconds?”

Okay, that was a better explanation than the sex-trafficking horror stories that were flashing through his mind. He didn’t really get a lot of time to react to her question, though, because the girl was already grabbing his hand and threading her fingers through it, bringing the veiny backside of his palm to her lips. She fake-giggled, playing up the girlfriend role for the audience who had already spotted her in Topper’s Range Rover. 

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, but this time she waited until he nodded before continuing. 

Yeah, Topper didn’t really put a lot of thought into this. His neurotic, easily-irritated ex girlfriend was literally right in the store, and here he was making out with a total stranger to make her ex jealous. At any moment, Sarah could walk out and the damage from her ensuing fit would cause the city to go in debt. 

But something stopped him from giving a fuck— probably the fact that this girl was a really good kisser and she tasted like spearmint and strawberry Carmex, or maybe just the naughty thrill of his actions. Besides, their attempt worked, and when they broke apart, he noticed the ex boyfriend stalking away in a huff. 

“Holy fuck, I owe you one,” the girl sighed, sinking back into her seat and panting almost as much as he was. She looked at him with big eyes, and the way they dragged up and down his figure left him feeling exposed and nervous. “Actually…”

She didn’t say anything else, but the undeniable chemistry spoke for both of them. They leaned in again and kissed, this time a lot more rushed and desperate. His hands folded through her hair as she felt over his toned chest, and things got heated quickly.

Her hands slid down his abs to the button of his shorts, and he didn’t stop her even as she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxers. He just kept kissing her— fuck, why wasn’t he stopping her? Why did this feel so good and new, like he was an eager teenager again?

Topper gasped into the girl’s mouth when she wrapped a small hand around him. She smiled, either pleased with the size or the way he was so easy for her. “This alright?” she muttered against his swollen lips, and he blurted out a hundred yes’s before this fantasy could disappear.

He didn’t exactly know what he’d been agreeing to, however, because she stopped kissing him and bent down to his lap. She’d pulled his dick out fully and—wait, oh fuck, she was putting it in her mouth—

Sarah rarely went down on him— oral sex was just something she found degrading in all forms. He wanted to respect her wishes, of course, but it pained him. She was the first girlfriend he’d ever had with an aversion to both giving and receiving, two of his favorite parts of sex. 

But this girl, someone he’d never spoken to before, was changing his life. Out of the few times he’d received a blowjob before, nothing compared to this. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft with a perfect seal around his dick. The spit threatened to drip over his pants, but her vacuum of a mouth kept everything except his throbbing cock dry. 

Thinking about his ex (who was returning any minute) spiked a panic response in his brain that was immediately dissolved by this girl’s mouth. Seriously, he was about to melt into the fucking seat. Who the hell was this girl?

“Oh, fuck, oh my God I’m gonna— ah!” he cried out desperately when she sucked a bit harder, encouraging him to finish. “Where should I— oh, shit— I don’t have a towel or anything—”

But the girl didn’t slow down, not even a little, and slid all the way down until her lips grazed where his shorts were yanked open around his dick. The deepthroating had his head slamming against the headrest and eyes rolling back into his skull. 

He came down her throat with a cry, not even caring that anyone walking in this parking lot could look in and see some stranger sucking him off. 

His hand nearly ripped the oh-shit handle off the ceiling as he came, and the other was digging nails into the center console to keep from head-pushing her. She didn’t stop and swallowed down every drop of cum. She even licked off the excess spit when pulling off his deflating cock. The little freak wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. 

“That was nice. I’ll see you around, boss.” And she got out of the fucking car, just like that. He didn’t even find out her name. 

He stuffed his sensitive dick back into his shorts and zipped up quickly, but was still breathing heavily and seeing spots when Sarah jumped back in the seat— where the girl just sat. She may have even seen her in the parking lot. 

“Good fuck, sorry that took forever,” she mumbled, but he was too fuzzy to process the half-assed apology. Her eyes drew to where he was shaking and blinking aggressively. “What’s up with you?”

Mysterious blowjob felt like an unwise answer. “Low blood sugar.”

“Well, eat some Skittles or something. You’re weirding me out.”

***

Topper, historically, had immense trouble keeping secrets from anyone. Especially when he had one this extraordinary, he had to tell someone. 

“So you got a blowjob from a stranger while Sarah was in the store?” Rafe repeated, barely dragging his eyes up from his phone by the end of Topper’s story. He nodded. “Crazy story, bro. Didn’t know you were getting into the literotica business.”

“I’m serious!” Topper insisted. He was confident that Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck what he does with or without his sister, considering Rafe was the only man on earth more sick of her shit than himself. “One minute, my dick is down some girl’s throat, the next your sister is telling me about the annoying cashier in the store.”

“Who was the girl?” Rafe asked, though his interest level was dropping in favor of his phone’s glowing notification screen. 

Topper thought back to that day. She’d only been in the car for a few minutes— something he’d be embarrassed about in any other situation. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her face, and from what he did remember, he wasn’t sure he’d seen her around before. 

“I’m… not sure.”

“Cool. Ghost blowjob.”

“Why don’t you ever take me seriously?”

“Because you tell stories about ghost blowjobs!” Rafe jeered.

***

Topper was not handling his stress well. 

Midsummers was approaching, and his back-and-forth with the Cameron girl was causing his hair to prematurely gray. It had been a few days since his semi-public obscene encounter— a mysterious girl appearing and going to third base with him should help him, right?

But no. Instead, he found himself awake at 3:25 in the morning and staring at the ceiling. Rather than lose a night to insomnia, he got dressed and went to the gym (thank God the one at the club was open all hours of the day. He didn’t typically take advantage of this, but nights like these proved it useful).

The parking lot was empty upon arrival, and the fella at the check-in desk was literally slumped in his chair and snoring softly. He scanned in as quietly as possible before starting his workout. 

Rap Caviar hummed out eerily over the deserted gym, so he wore headphones as he started lifting some free weights. After a quick warm-up, he worked on some curls and overhead press-ups. With ankle weights strapped on, he did pull-ups on the bars.

Topper stretched his arm across his torso. This place was the only fucking gym in North America that doesn’t keep the interior at 50°, so he was forced to exercise in just a wife beater that he’d soaked through in minutes. 

Partway through his workout, Topper realized he wasn’t alone. It caught him off-guard, as he clearly expected to be alone during his time there, but the new girl was quiet and kept to herself at first.

At first.

They made eye contact, and she winked so quickly he questioned if he’d imagined it. The girl was just doing light stretches, but his greedy eyes kept taking in her black biker shorts and sports bra— clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by the absurd heat.

But her innocent stretching turned lewd, quickly. At one point, he caught himself fully staring at her completing a standing toe touch, and clearly he hadn’t hidden it well from her either. She smirked and messily drank from her water, letting droplets escape her lips and travel down her neck and chest before soaking her top. If you could call it that.

When she sat in a middle split and stretched so thoroughly she moaned, this was Topper’s cue to leave. He could hear her over his fucking headphones. If he didn’t get out of the gym and fast, she’d catch onto the fact that he was definitely rocking a semi from this personal porn show he got.

Well, she’d catch on if she was a real person and not a sleep deprivation hallucination like he was hoping, for some reason. At least that can be fixed with a good week’s worth of sleep. How does one stop emitting some pheromone that turns strange women into sirens?

In the locker room, Topper retrieved his bag and debated taking a shower here to rinse off the weird feelings he’s been experiencing. When he heard footsteps behind him, he didn’t have to turn around to know who was creeping around.

He spun around and sure enough, the girl from the stretching area of the gym was inches away, close enough for him to see the beads of sweat on her forehead. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” he blurted stupidly and jumped back in fear until his shoulders hit the locker. 

The girl looked behind her to the empty room. “No one here to stop me. Are you gonna tell on me?” she smirked, playing with the hem of his tank top at his shoulder. 

Topper swallowed thickly. He shook his head and shut his eyes as her palms slid down his stomach and worked on lifting his shirt off his body. Once his top was off, she dropped to her knees and eagerly looked up at him. 

She didn’t break eye contact as her hands greedily skimmed over his thighs up to his hips. Her fingers nimbly skirted over the elastic of his gym shorts and his brain went into overdrive; he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Wait, no,” he whined with a traitorous thrust of his hips. “I haven’t showered. I—I’m all sweaty.”

A devious smile grew on her face. “Say less.”

She reached under his waistband and pulled it down, freeing his stiffening cock from his shorts. His face burned; that workout had kicked his ass and he knew he probably smelled like man and sweat, but this didn’t deter her in the slightest.

No, in fact, this freak seemed to be spurred on by it, grabbing his dick and going straight to kissing his sack. Topper was so glad he hadn’t chosen leg day that day, because the way she drooled and sucked on the delicate flesh of his balls had his knees giving out already.

This succubus was insatiable, switching between sucking him off and licking at his balls while using her spit to jerk him off. The noises filling the echoic locker room were foul, wet, breathy. When he asked if he could guide her head, she smiled and dropped a “sure, baby” that made him moan.

Topper had never done things as risky, as insane as this before. He was a missionary at 9 PM with the lights on kind of guy, and he always thought rough, kinky sex was for people who had novels worth of problems to share with their therapists. Topper was a normal boy; he wasn’t cut out for getting his cock sucked by two strangers in public within the same week!

But it sure felt good, though. 

His hips thrust forward and she reared back, clearly not ready for his whole length. Topper knew he was a little bigger than average, but he was losing his composure with her velvety warm mouth around his dick. When she pulled off, a thick string of drool connected her swollen lips to his tip. “Careful,” she said hoarsely. 

She dropped her head down until her nose pressed into the taut skin over his pelvis. The coarse hairs dug into her skin but she didn’t mind a bit, letting the drool from her mouth pool around the base of his cock and drip down his balls. It wasn’t easy, and the girl breathed laboriously through her nostrils, but she didn’t stop even as her throat convulsed around him. 

Topper was in distress. Good distress, if such a thing existed. His hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but the lockers behind him were smooth and solid. It was becoming harder and harder to stand as the mystery girl continued to suck him off, especially when he felt her tongue start to wiggle against his underside. Was she insane?

His orgasm caught even himself off-guard, washing over him all at once with only enough time to push his cock down her throat. He pulsed and jerked around as he came, and the girl obediently swallowed his load. 

She sat back on her heels, smirking up at Topper trying to catch his breath with a beet-red face. Jingling, manager-like keys echoed from the front of the locker room, so the girl scrambled to hide in the showers as Topper redressed. 

The front desk attendant poked his head in to make sure nothing was amiss, clearly still sleepy from his nap. He nodded to the boy who’d just tossed his shirt on, and left. Topper chose to do the same, grabbing his belongings and dipping out before another sex gremlin would climb out of the ceiling vents and steal his clothes. 

***

By the time Midsummers rolled around, the event was all Topper allowed himself to think about. Even Sarah was confused about his excitement about the dinner, but it wasn’t like he could tell her what else was on his mind. 

“Topper, why do you keep looking at the locker rooms?” Sarah asked, sipping on the vodka cran she surely wasn’t allowed to have. “You act like you saw a freakin’ ghost.”

“And what if I did?” he blurted, voice cracking on the final word. His ex girlfriend slash unwilling date to Midsummer’s looked at him strangely but he still straightened his tie and his posture. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“You have a beer right h—”

“It’s too warm!”

Anything to get away from that table. Maybe if he started binge drinking, his hallucinations and stress and other problems would magically go away. He asked for a shot of ‘literally anything’ before burying his pounding head in his hands.

“That’s a real nice suit,” said a voice from behind him, and he awkwardly spun around to see none other than the girl who’d blown him in the gym a couple days ago. “Tan is your color, for sure.”

He gasped. “You’re real!”

She burst out laughing, and Topper looked down when he realized she wasn’t dressed up like the rest of the party. In fact, she wore a tight black button-down with the sleeves rolled halfway up and matching black slacks. She had on jewelry, but her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. In her hand were two empty champagne glasses.

“Wait… you work here?”

The girl shrugged, setting the glasses on the nearest surface and creeping in on Topper even more. “Of course I do. How else would my broke ass have access to the facilities here?”

Oh, duh. She’s a Pogue. The other girl probably was as well, and that’s why he didn’t recognize either one of them.

“Girl, you’ll never guess what I just heard from—” the pair was interrupted by, of course, the stranger who had jumped into his car at the Walgreens. Also dressed in the server uniform and tied-back hair, down to the matching jewelry. He’s never really looked at the waitstaff before, but they clearly had been looking at him. “Oh my God,” she said to the girl he’d been speaking to. “This is the guy from the parking lot.”

The other girl’s jaw dropped— fuck, he wished he knew their names. “Shut the fuck up. This is the guy from the gym.”

Topper wanted the fucking earth to open up and swallow him whole. They were friends? How much had these two shared about these escapades? Why did he feel so mortified when none of this was even remotely his fault?

To make matters worse, the girls didn’t even get upset with him. He really expected them to be disgusted with each other or himself, or maybe both, but that didn’t happen at all. In fact, the girls smiled excitedly and turned to him. 

“Wanna have some fun?” the taller girl asked.

He looked between the two of them, brows furrowed. “What did you have in m—?”

***

The dark haired girl slammed the closet door shut, flicking the light on and tightening her hair back. “Are you sure no one will come here?”

The other scoffed. “Yeah, like our lazy ass coworkers are gonna go out of their way to get cleaning supplies.”

He stood, unsure what to do with himself. He fidgeted with his tie as the ladies set their sights on him

The dark haired girl used her teeth to nip at the waistband of his black boxers, pulling them down until his involuntarily hard cock sprang up. They both wasted no time taking turns jerking him off and sucking on the tip. 

Holy fuck. Holy fuck, what the hell is happening right now. At this point, it had to be a set-up, right? Like, no one in the world just gets two strange women to suck your dick in public, only for those exact two women to be on their knees for you a few days later? Was it even confirmed that these ladies weren’t ghosts?

One of them choked on his dick and yeah, no, that’s as real as it gets. The girls worked together, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes while they sucked his cock. He just had to watch in awe as they ran their tongues and lips up and down his shaft without looking away for even a moment. 

Not that he could tear his eyes away from this if he wanted to. In fact, the thought of taking a picture so he’d never forget this as long as he lived flashed in his mind, but he was too shy to ask. Not to mention he isn’t sure he’d be able to hold the phone.

Both seemed to want to use his body as a test for their deep-throating abilities. One would push as far down his cock as she could, only come up for air when it wasn’t bearable any longer, and let the other take a turn swallowing him down. Topper’s eyes were in the back of his skull and not a single noise coming from his mouth was a formed English word. 

They were making so much noise and while Topper was thoroughly enjoying it, he worried that someone passing by would hear the nasty slobbering and gagging noises and want to investigate. He wasn’t exactly being quiet either, of course, with his desperate moans and whimpers. 

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum,” he admitted, and the girls seemed to already know what to do. One kept jacking him off as they both waited with tongues out. He finished on both of their faces, painting them while his vision was spotting and his limbs were shaking. He was numb down to his buzzing fingertips. 

He almost felt used, disrespected, as they used the clean towels on the shelves to wipe their faces off. It was like he wasn’t even there, like they’d gotten what they’d wanted as soon as he came. 

He was wrong, though. The taller girl glanced over at the other and back up at Topper. “Say… how big is your backseat?”

[cfierce116]

No Sleep Part Four

A/N: I managed to finish the last part before the 6 month mark. Decided to post this to celebrate Jey finally winning the title! If you haven't already you can check out Part One, Part Two, and Part Three before diving into this final installment.

*Pairings: Jey Uso/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+ (especially with this one)

Word Count: Approximately 6500 words

“So tell me about this guy again. What’s his name? James?” 

Imani stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she thumbed through the clothes in her closet. She grabbed a silky light pink sleeveless blouse. 

“His name is Josh,” she corrected as she looked at the woman’s image on her phone screen. 

Imani’s mother, Joyce, tilted her head to the side as she studied the top in her daughter’s hand. “That’s nice but it looks like you’re going to church service. Not right for a date,” she critiqued with a shake of her head.  “And you two work together?” 

“Yes. He’s a wrestler,” Imani responded. “And Krystle’s boyfriend‘s big brother.” 

“Now when did you two start dating? You haven’t told me anything about him.” 

Imani ducked her head to hide her flushed cheeks as she turned toward her closet to find something else to wear. She cleared her throat. “I haven’t told you anything because there’s really nothing to tell. We met briefly at Krys and Sefa’s housewarming last year and just recently reconnected.” 

‘After he made me cum all on his face on my birthday,’ Imani thought to herself with a sneaky smirk as she emerged from her closet holding a sleeveless red linen sundress. The length barely grazed the top of her knees and there were two subtle cutouts on each side exposing a sliver of skin on her hips. 

“Hmm,” Joyce mumbled. The corner of her light brown eyes crinkled as she nodded her head at the dress with an approving smile on her face. “Now that’s much better. Not boring but not trashy either.”

Imani chuckled. “Glad that you approve Mama.” 

“You know what they say - Mother knows best,” Joyce joked with a light chuckle. “So where are you two going?” 

“He didn’t tell me. Said he will handle it,” Imani said with a shrug. 

“A man that takes charge. I like that. It’s about time you met somebody that was capable of making decisions unlike that ex of yours.” 

“Here you go,” Imani sighed while she started to remove the bobby pins that held her hair in pin curls. She watched as her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She gently used her fingers to fluff the curls. 

Joyce held up her hands. “All I’m saying is that I’m happy you’ve finally decided to start dating again. Hopefully this Josh treats you how you should be treated.”  

Imani smiled softly at her mother’s words. “Thanks Mama.”

“Because you know that clock is ticking and I’m still waiting on my gran-”

“Wow would you look at the time! I need to finish getting ready before Josh gets here!” Imani quickly interrupted, hoping to avoid the topic her mother brought up every single time they spoke. 

Joyce folded her arms over her chest and playfully rolled her eyes. “Mmmhmm you’re not slick little girl. But I’ll talk to you in a few days. Love you.”

“Love you too Mama.”

The FaceTime call ended and Imani exhaled, her shoulders sagging with relief.  She grabbed her phone to glance at the time as she sat down on her faux fur covered bench in front of her vanity. It was about thirty minutes until Josh told her he would be at her place to pick her up so she had to hurry. 

Life had been a whirlwind since the moment Imani and Josh shared backstage. They both were bombarded by their own work responsibilities- Josh was sent on an overseas tour that same night he asked her out and Imani temporarily returned to NXT to work commentary to fill in for one of the announcers. Despite the time difference the two still found time to talk to each other every single night he was away via FaceTime. Imani felt like she was back in high school talking to her crush about any and everything that came to mind until the wee hours of the morning, both refusing to hang up the phone even if they were exhausted. The intricate layers Imani built over time to conceal her personality slowly crumbled each time they talked and she didn’t resist it. She found herself opening up to him quicker than any man she had dated before. She felt at ease cracking corny jokes she usually reserved for those close to her and revealing tiny details of her life pre-WWE that only Krystle knew. Everything felt right and Imani for the first time in her life promised herself she wouldn’t question how quickly things were progressing. 

By the time the day of their official first date arrived, Imani couldn’t tell if she was excited or if she was on the verge of vomiting every solid food she had eaten. Regardless of her many attempts to pry the information from him, Josh refused to reveal where he was taking her. The only information he told her was the date it would happen and informing her she wouldn’t have to wear heels if she didn’t want to (although according to Josh he hoped she did because her legs looked sexy as hell whenever she wore them). While she was initially skeptical about leaving the task of planning the date to Josh, Imani felt a sense of relief that she wasn’t saddled with the responsibility and could just sit back and enjoy being courted. 

A heavy knock on her front door startled Imani from her thoughts. She glanced at the time and took a deep steadying breath. She stood and shrugged on her pink silk robe as she walked through her living room. 

“Look at you listening to me and wearing a bright color.”

Josh grinned sheepishly. “Aight I’ll admit you was right. Cuz I do look fly as hell,” he said with a chuckle as he gently tugged on the Easter egg green colored long sleeved shirt he wore, the fabric hugging his muscular arms.

Imani playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head. She moved back from the doorway to allow Josh to enter and closed the door behind him. “I didn’t say all that. You just look okay.” 

“Aiight keep playin’ and I ain’t gonna give you these.” 

Happiness sparkled in Imani’s gaze as Josh pulled a small bouquet of pink peony flowers from behind his back. “These are my favorite!” she exclaimed. “How did you know?” 

“I have my ways.”

“So Krys told you.” Imani chuckled. She grabbed the flowers from him and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before turning to grab a glass vase from her cabinet and a pair of shears from a drawer. “Thank you Josh. They’re beautiful.” 

“Not as beautiful as you though.”

Imani opened her mouth to mock Josh when she suddenly felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind. She softly gasped as she felt him push her hair to the side and place feather soft kisses down the length of her neck. 

“You smell good bae,” he rumbled against her skin in between kisses. He inhaled the sweet honey scent on her skin and permeating her hair.  “This what you wore the night of yo birthday dinner ain’t it?” 

Imani nodded. “Ye-ah it’s my favorite,” she stuttered. She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she felt Josh start to nibble on her skin. A shaky exhale fell from her lips. “You know if you don’t stop kissing my neck I’mma cut myself and we're gonna end up in the ER for our date instead.”  

Josh chuckled and placed another quick kiss on Imani’s neck that made her shiver slightly before he reluctantly backed away. “Couldn’t help myself. I ain’t seen you in weeks.”

Imani laughed. “You just saw me last Friday at work Josh.” 

“Keywords: At Work. Damn sure can’t do what I wanna do to you backstage with all those people around.” 

Imani finished clipping the stem on the last peony and placed the bouquet in the vase. “And what exactly do you wanna do to me?” she asked as she fluffed the flowers.

When Josh didn’t immediately answer, Imani glanced over her shoulder. She involuntarily clenched her thighs together as Josh’s gaze slowly roamed over her body studying how the robe hugged her frame. He reached her face again, an impish gleam in his eyes.  

“Go ahead and get dressed so we won’t be late,” he told her with a grin. 

*

“You sure you don’t need help?”

“Nah bae I told you I got this.”

Imani rested her chin on Josh’s shoulder, raising a brow. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Josh shook his head. “Hell nah.”

Imani giggled causing Josh to laugh as well. She removed her chin from his shoulder and stood next to him. “Lemme help your stubborn ass.” 

Imani placed her smaller hands over Josh’s and started to knead the dough that sat on their wooden cutting board. “See you have to push down with the heel of your palm before you fold it over. If it feels dry to you add some water but if it’s sticky add more flour,” she explained. 

“Lemme guess you learned that from one of those cooking shows you always watch?”

“Sure did. But the instructor also told us that earlier. However, you were too busy staring at me and not paying attention.” 

Josh cheeks reddened as he smiled, not denying Imani’s accusation. “Man whatever you was just looking for a reason to hold my hand.” 

Imani smacked her lips playfully. “I’m just tryna help you out so our pasta won’t end up dry.” She removed her hands from Josh’s and grabbed a glass of water sitting on the table. She sprinkled a few droplets on the dough that Josh continued to knead. “Continue doing that and I’m going to work on the sauce.” 

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they continued to work together. As the cooking class instructor continued to direct the group, Josh once again found himself stealing a few glances at Imani while she listened. When Imani told him how much she loved watching cooking shows in her free time he knew it would be the perfect date for her. While he would’ve preferred something more active followed by grabbing a bite to eat he knew he made the right decision when Imani squealed with happiness when she realized where they were.  

Much like their FaceTime conversations, the banter between the two flowed freely during the class. The more he learned about Imani the easier it was for Josh to become less intimidated by her. He quickly realized that she wasn’t a difficult person to talk to. While she may not have had a bubbly outgoing personality like Krystle, she was pretty laid back once she became comfortable with somebody similar to himself. He didn’t feel the heavy burden to say the perfect words like he initially did when they first met. She didn’t judge him for how he spoke or wanted him to pretend to be somebody he wasn’t. She simply liked him for who he was.  

“You did it again.”

Imani’s soft voice interrupted Josh’s thoughts. He peered down at her to see her staring expectantly at him, her hand on her hip and an amused expression on her face. 

“What?”

“You didn’t hear a word the instructor said did you?”

“Umm-”

“I’mma take that as a no.”

Josh laughed with a shrug. “That’s why you here. You pay attention to the instructions then tell me what to do.” 

“So you like when I tell you what to do?”  

“Shit with you lookin’ fine as hell in this dress you can boss me around anytime you want bae.” 

Imani cackled, causing the other participants in the class to turn around and stare at her. She mumbled a quick apology before she playfully slapped Josh in the chest. 

“Be careful. I might make you regret those words.”

“Word?” Josh raised a brow. 

Imani made a noncommittal noise before she turned away from Josh to peer into the pot where their homemade tomato sauce was simmering. “You’re a fuckin mess,” she replied as she picked up the wooden spoon to stir.  

“Don’t act like you don’t like it Mani,” Josh replied with a smile. 

“Hmph. Maybe I’m just giving you a pass since I think you’re kinda cute.” 

“Kinda cute?” Josh asked. He smoothly drifted behind Imani and gently pressed his chest against her back. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist that was stirring the sauce, their hands moving in unison. He leaned close to her ear. “We both know you think I look better than kinda cute after that night baby.” 

Josh smirked as he felt Imani’s body tense at his words. Although he was trying to be on his absolute best behavior, he would be lying if he said the memory of that night hadn’t been playing on a continuous loop in his head for the past several months. Every moan that fell from her lips. The way her perfume wrapped around him and made him feel lightheaded. The feel of her slender legs around his neck, her heels pushing into his shoulders to guide his mouth closer to her pussy. Talking to her on FaceTime was nice but being in her presence and hearing her cute giggle, staring into her hypnotizing eyes, and feeling her soft skin whenever he “accidentally” brushed up against her was driving him fuckin insane. It was taking every bit of resolve in him to not bend her over the counter in that damn cooking class and make her scream his name at the top of her lungs and really give everyone something to stare at.

Imani exhaled. “Josh-”

“Alright everyone! Your dough should be done resting so now we can move to the next step which is cutting the dough into the pasta shape you want before we start cooking,” the class instructor directed. 

Josh sighed as he backed away from Imani, allowing her to fully turn around to face him. The tension between the two was suffocating as Imani’s eyes traveled over his frame before landing on his face again. Heat sparkled in her stare before quickly disappearing. She cleared her throat and flashed him a soft smile. 

“Let’s finish this up so we can get outta here,” she instructed. She brushed past him to walk towards their assigned station.

*

Imani pursed her lips together. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“You know you wanna try it,” Josh said, a sneaky glint in his eyes. 

“Absolutely the fuck not.” Imani shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re missin. You might like it.” 

Imani scoffed. “No way in hell. The fact that you like it making me side eye the fuck outta you right now.” 

Josh chuckled as his arm wrapped around Imani’s waist and pulled her into his chest. He kissed her temple. “It’s not that bad baby.”

“Not that bad?” Imani asked as she turned in Josh’s embrace. She tried to ignore the intoxicating scent of his cologne, a combination of vanilla and amber, that infiltrated the elevator as her face contorted in disgust. “Josh you just said you wish you had mayonnaise to put on the pasta in class tonight. That’s terrible.”

“C’mon girl what you talkin bout? That shit fye!” Josh exclaimed with a slap on her shoulder to emphasize his point.

“No it’s absolutely nasty. But what do I expect from a man whose diet is 98% composed of Waffle House.” 

Josh smacked his lips. “Oh you got jokes huh?” 

Imani giggled as the elevator doors opened, temporarily halting their debate. The two fell in stride next to one another as they walked towards Imani’s apartment, her smaller hand eventually finding itself snuggled inside of Josh’s larger one. 

“It just all makes sense. Of course somebody who puts mayo on everything would be obsessed with Waffle House. Surprised you haven’t mentioned your love for mayo in every interview like you do for Waffle House,” Imani joked.  “I know a toilet hate to see your ass coming.”

Josh shrugged. “Seems to me you just don’t know how to eat,” he replied with a shrug. A cocky grin appeared on his face.  “So you be watching my interviews huh?”

“Correction: I see some snippets on Twitter of your interviews. I don’t be researching you,” she clarified. She reached inside her cognac brown clutch and pulled out her keys. She unlocked the door and entered her apartment, Josh following behind her. She slipped off her matching platform sandals and neatly stacked them on the shoe rack, the tension from her feet disappearing. 

“I can’t even say the same. Cuz I damn sure was tryna research you after the first time we met.” Josh kicked off his sneakers and placed them next to Imani’s shoes. 

Imani’s eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“Tried to see if you had a man before I made a move. Although that wouldn’t have stopped me at all,” Josh admitted with a shrug. 

Imani laughed.  “I’m sure it wouldn’t have.”

“But you keep such a low profile on Instagram I had to eventually start askin Uce about you which is how Krys found out I liked you. His ass tells her everything.”

Imani walked into her kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. She grabbed two bottles of water, handing one to Josh. “You say that like that’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. Unless the info he tells her makes her bug me every single time she saw me for the past year.” 

Imani smirked at the mental image of Krystle badgering Josh about his crush on her and trying to convince him to make a move. She plopped down on her couch, her body sinking into the cushions as she tucked her feet under her. Her dress slightly rose and exposed a peak of her thighs. “Well you could’ve avoided all of that if you just told me you liked me yourself instead of being afraid.”

Josh sat on the couch next to Imani.  “Aye don’t act like you wasn’t scared to tell me you liked me either.”

Imani nervously chuckled as she took a long swig of her water. She cleared her throat as she placed the bottle on the side table. “See now why you have to bring up old shit?” She asked. Josh laughed, making her giggle as well. She turned her body to fully face him, perching her head on her hand. “I had a great time tonight.” 

Josh sheepishly grinned. “Fa real? I’m glad because I was definitely nervous.”

“Why?”

“To be honest it’s been a while since I’ve been on an actual date,” Josh revealed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He opened his bottle of water. “Although I tried to deny it Krys was kinda right when she said I was a-”

“Whore?”

Josh nearly choked on his water. “Aye I’on think she used that word.”

“She didn’t but we both knew that’s what she meant,” Imani said with a shrug and playful smile. “But you’re an adult and I know maintaining a relationship with your workload isn’t the easiest thing. Hell I’ve seen Krys and Sefa struggle with it when he got called up and she was still working in NXT.” 

“Yeah it’s hard but it can be done if you want it. The issue with me was I wasn’t interested when I was younger. I tried to tell myself I wanted it with my ex but I realized I only pretended to want a relationship because that’s what my family expected of me since Jon was in a committed relationship.”

“We can’t live our lives to mimic other people. We have to do what we want and what will make us happy. Otherwise we will be miserable.” 

Josh nodded and placed his water bottle on Imani’s coffee table. “You right.”

“But I get where you’re coming from. Settling just to please other people or because it’s what’s expected of you is something I’ve experienced myself unfortunately.”

“How so?”

Imani sighed. “With my ex. I knew things weren’t right with him but I kept ignoring the signs just so I could say I had a man because everybody around me had one.”

“Whatchu mean by signs?”

“He didn’t put in the same effort into the relationship like I did. I supported every business venture he started but didn’t finish. Revised his resume so he could find a job although he never stayed past three months. Constantly encouraged him when he needed it. But he never did the same for me. He constantly belittled me and clowned any dreams I had. Made me feel like I was inadequate. Didn’t care about any of my interests. When I told him I had an interview with WWE he literally laughed in my face and called the idea stupid and said it was a waste of time.”

Josh smacked his lips. ”Aye Uce ass was trippin.”

Imani nodded. “I was young and gullible. He was my first real boyfriend and at the time I convinced myself he was looking out for me. But now I realize he was my biggest hater that only cared about himself.” 

She reached out and wove her fingers with Josh’s, the weight of his larger hand covering hers calming.  “I know you said you were scared to tell me you liked me because you didn’t think you were good enough for me. But from where I stand I believe you’re a great guy Josh. I don’t care if you don’t say the right words or if you’re a lil rough around the edges. You actually treat me like I matter.  You’re the first guy that cared enough to listen to what I like and plan a date that I would enjoy. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. So thank you.”

Josh’s lips twitched into a tiny smile at Imani’s words. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. “You’re welcome. And I’’m sorry you had to deal with that shit with yo ex.”

Imani shrugged. “I mean I’m kinda glad I went through that. Because now I know how important it is to not settle for less than what I deserve. Even if my mom thinks my expectations are now too high.” 

“They ain’t too high. You just want a man that treats you like you treat them. That celebrates yo wins and supports you when you’re sad.  A man that’ll constantly remind you that you the finest woman they’ve seen and how lucky they are to have you in their life. That’ll show you every day how much you mean to them. You deserve that Imani. Hell you deserve way more than that.”                                                                                                                                                                                       

The low timbre of Josh’s voice made a chill course down Imani’s spine as her gaze locked with his. She felt the breath in her throat hitch as she watched him swipe his bottom lip with his tongue, the hold on her hand tightening. The air in the room shifted to something more intense, nearly suffocating Imani as she felt a fluttering sensation in her belly. 

“Sounds like you wanna be that man,” she said softly. 

Josh shifted his body to completely face Imani. His pupils darkened with desire as he stared at her, his gaze unwavering. She felt her pulse begin to thump quickly as she watched a charming smile appear on his face. 

“I been wantin to be that man since I met you.”

Before Imani could utter another word, Josh pulled Imani closer to him and captured her lips in a sizzling kiss. She immediately responded and wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him in place. Imani’s mouth parted slightly, a soft moan filling the room when Josh’s tongue slid into her mouth. The velvety muscle wrapped around hers as they allowed every ounce of affection they had for one another to spill out. Josh’s muscular arms wrapped around Imani’s waist and within seconds he pulled her onto his lap, her dress rising higher on her thighs. Her smaller hands tangled in his curly mullet, her manicured nails scratching his scalp causing him to growl quietly. 

Imani broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against Josh’s. Her breathing came out ragged and fast. 

“I’m tryna be on my best behavior bae,” Josh muttered. His hands dropped to Imani’s ass and squeezed. “But fuck you makin it hard for me.”  

“What if I don’t want you to behave?” 

Josh’s brow raised, his narrowed eyes studying Imani’s face for a moment. “You sure? Remember what I told you before - I ain’t gonna make you do something you don’t wanna do.” 

Silence filled the living room as the cloudiness from Imani’s mind slowly started to fade. Despite the events that occurred on her birthday, she knew actually having sex with Josh was a big deal. It typically took her months before she became comfortable enough with a man to consider opening up to him let alone having sex with him. But everything felt different and effortless with Josh. She felt like she was in a constant free fall whenever she was around him, unable to regain any sense of composure and allowing herself to simply go with the flow instead of trying to control every step. It was a scary unknown feeling but she liked it. She liked him. And if she was completely honest with herself she knew exactly what she wanted.  

Imani silently climbed off Josh’s lap and stood to her feet. Their eyes remained locked with one another’s as she reached for the zipper on the side of her dress and slowly pulled it down. The garment fell to her feet in a soft pile revealing the matching brown bra and panty set she wore. She bit the corner of her bottom lip nervously as Josh’s hungry eyes traveled the length of her body as he sat up straighter. His large hand wrapped around her waist and palmed her ass as he pulled her closer to him. He placed a soft kiss on her hip bone making her hiss.

“Sit yo sexy ass on my lap bae.” 

A surge of defiance filled Imani. “No.”

Josh quirked a brow. “No?”

Imani shook her head as she plucked Josh’s hands from her body. She cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t you say I could boss you around however I wanted?” 

Josh opened his mouth to protest but Imani placed her index finger on his lips and shook her head. “Nah don’t try to backtrack now. You said what you said and I’mma hold you to that.”

Imani removed her finger from Josh’s lips and her hand firmly grabbed his Cuban link chain. She pulled him closer and dipped her head to capture his lips in a mind numbing kiss. Josh groaned as Imani’s tongue tangled with his, his arms instinctively reaching to wrap around her waist. Before he could she stepped away, her light brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Go ahead and take your clothes off. Don’t make me wait forever.” 

“Oh shit you serious?” Josh asked with a laugh. The laughter died down when Imani didn’t join in, instead placing a hand on her hip and watching him expectantly.

Deciding to play along, Josh grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest covered in his various tribal tattoos. He tossed the top to the side in a heap before he unbuckled his black jeans and pushed them down his legs. He kicked them away. His fingers reached for the waistband of his red boxer briefs.

“I said your clothes. Not your underwear.”

Imani’s words halted Josh’s movements. He bit back a growl as he felt his penis straining against the fabric. “Bae c’mon.”

Imani smirked as she stepped closer, slowly lowering herself to the floor between Josh’s legs. “Josh just trust me. You won’t regret it,” she promised him with a wink.

Imani knocked his hand out the way and replaced it with her own. She eased his underwear down, Josh’s massive dick springing free. Imani felt her mouth become dry at the sight as she memorized each detail from the veins to the light brown mushroom head that was oozing pre cum. He felt heavy in her small hands and she had to bite back a moan when she felt him twitch in her grasp.

“You like what you see don't you baby?” Josh asked, the smirk in his voice evident. “It’s all for you. Don’t-”

Imani gripped his dick harder making Josh’s words die on his lips. She looked up at him and grinned. “Sorry were you saying something?” she asked as her speed incrementally increased, her fist moving up and down his length, her nails gently grazing his skin.

“Fuck you tryna drive me fuckin crazy.”

Imani giggled. “Now why would I do that?” Her hands continued to stroke him.

“Because you’re a fuckin tease. And you fuckin hate- FUCK!”

Josh’s eyes widened as Imani’s tongue dragged a trail on the front side of his dick, effectively cutting him off. He sucked in a shaky breath before Imani pulled away. 

“I’m not tryna drive you crazy Daddy. I’ll give you whatever you want if you ask me nicely,” Imani replied, her tone dripping with fake innocence.

Josh inwardly cursed as Imani locked eyes with him underneath her long eyelashes waiting for his response. She stuck her tongue out and tapped the head of his dick on it and moaned loudly. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bae please. I need that sexy ass mouth on me. Please,” Josh begged through gritted teeth.

Imani playfully rolled her eyes. “I guess that’ll do.”

Josh groaned as Imani suddenly wrapped her lips around his dick. He watched with awe as she lowered until his entire length was nestled inside the warm confines of her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip of his dick as she expertly slurped around him, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down. Josh thread his fingers through her hair at the crown of her head, gripping tightly as he felt his hips buck upward automatically. The wind rushed out of Josh’s lungs as Imani’s eyes locked with his again while she continued to suck, a devious glint in her gaze. 

“You look good as fuck like this Mani,” Josh grunted. “I think you was made to suck my dick. Whatchu think?”

“Mmmhmm,” Imani moaned as she continued to slurp and suck. The vibrations from her throat made a tingle run up Josh’s leg, his hips stuttering slightly. She pulled away, replacing her mouth with her hand and stroked him. Before Josh realized what was happening Imani spit on his dick, licking the trail of saliva in a slow torturous motion. 

“Shit!” Josh bellowed his grip on her hair tightening to the point where he was close to ripping it out of her scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt himself nearing the edge.

Imani suddenly removed her mouth from his dick making Josh whine. She chuckled softly as she stood.  

“Now I know you didn’t think our night was gonna end that quickly did you?” Imani asked with a cheeky grin. She pulled her thong off and straddled Josh’s lap. She leaned forward to kiss the column of his neck softly. Her tongue traced the tribal print etched on the right side of his neck before traveling to his Adam’s Apple, her teeth scraping his skin. 

“Keep on fuckin playing with me Imani. Fuck yo ass through this fuckin couch,” Josh warned with a growl. His fingers dug into her hips roughly. 

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Imani stated as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

Josh immediately grabbed Imani’s breasts and squeezed them together. The pads of his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks making her toss her head back and moan. 

“Yeah I know you love when Daddy play with these big ass titties don’t you baby?”

“Mmhmm,” Imani whimpered. “I missed your hands playing with them.” 

“Yeah?” Josh asked with a smirk. “What else you miss?” 

Imani gulped as memories of that night ran through her brain. Her pulse quickened as she felt Josh’s hands trail down her body, his digits inching between their bodies and towards the apex between her legs. 

“Josh,” she whispered softly.

“Tell me baby. What else did you miss?”

“I-I missed the way you made me cum on your face,” Imani admitted, her cheeks red with shyness. 

A wide grin spread across Josh’s face as he leaned forward and captured Imani’s lips in a searing kiss. She moaned lowly as she felt his finger ease inside her, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on her clit. Her thighs shook from pleasure as her arms wrapped around his neck, her hips rolling forward to encourage him to go deeper. 

“As much as I enjoy eatin that pussy how about tonight you cum on this dick. You want that bae?” 

Imani quickly nodded. Deciding to not waste another second, her hand slithered down Josh’s torso and grabbed his dick at the base.

“Lemme apologize for ghosting you Daddy.”

Imani sunk down onto Josh’s length forcing her loud moans and his guttural grunts to fill the air. Her eyes clenched closed as she felt his girth stretch her, the sensation of him nestled deep inside of her rendering her breathless.

“Ohhh fuck,” Imani whined. “You’re so fuckin big.” 

“Mmmhmm but this what you wanted right? Wanted me stretch this tight ass pussy with this big dick?” Josh gripped Imani’s hips and pulled her close so her chest was flush against his. “Don’t get shy on me now bae. Show Daddy how much you needed this dick.” 

Josh placed another bruising kiss on Imani's full lips. Their tongues wrestled with one another’s as her hips involuntarily started to bounce up and down, her pace slowly increasing as she adjusted to him inside of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him, her inner walls gripping him tightly. Josh hissed at the feeling and raised his hand to smack Imani’s ass, the vicious sound causing Imani’s juices to trickle onto his dick as her movements sped up. He bit the corner of his bottom lip as he felt her body shiver. 

“Look atchu. Ridin me so fuckin good. Who woulda thought lil professional Imani Richards was such a fuckin freak hmm?” Josh said. He started to match Imani’s pace with his own. His thrusts were relentless as he placed his large hands under Imani’s thighs, controlling the rhythm.

“Shit harder bae,” Imani panted, a request Josh was happy to oblige. She perched her hands on his shoulders and planted her feet on both sides of his thighs onto the couch cushions. She squatted down on his length- the change in position allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

“Goddamn how the fuck you so tight and wet at the same fuckin time?” Josh hissed, his brow scrunching in concentration. “This the best fuckin pussy I had you know that?”

The combination of Josh’s dirty talk and his incessant thrusts that magically hit every sensitive spot inside her caused Imani’s toes to curl as her pussy clamped around him. A triumphant smile spread across Josh’s face when he realized she was inching closer to her orgasm as he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.  

“Shit Josh I-I…” Imani trailed off as another moan spilled from her lips 

Josh chuckled. “Nah not yet bae. I ain’t done with yo sexy ass just yet.” 

Before Imani could question Josh, he pulled out of her. Her objection died on her lips as he scooped her body in his arms and laid her down on the couch, climbing between her legs. He pushed back inside of her with a brutal thrust making her cry out. Sweat dripped down her face as Josh pushed her legs towards her ears as he eased inside of her.

“Been dreamin bout fuckin the shit outta you just like this fo months Imani,” he revealed his voice strained with pleasure. 

Imani’s eyes clenched closed as she blindly reached for Josh and pulled him closer for a messy kiss. She felt herself fluttering around him as he continued to pound her, his hips swiveling deliciously. He dipped his head lower and flicked one of her nipples with his tongue.

“Fuck I’m about to cum,” she mewled. Her nails dragged across his tattoo, scratching his skin.

Imani’s proclamation spurred Josh’s pace to increase his motions becoming erratic as he felt his body tensing. He gripped her chin in his hand.

“Imani look at me.”

Imani forced her eyes open. Desire and longing gleamed in Josh’s watery brown eyes as he gazed at her, mirroring her own feelings.

“You mine foreva you know that right?”

Logic evaporated from Imani’s brain as she frantically nodded. “I’m yours Josh,” she whispered.

Josh smiled. “Go ahead and nut on this dick baby.”

The second the approval left Josh’s lips his dick collided with a spot inside Imani that ignited her downfall.  The coil in her abdomen snapped as a deafening scream tumbled from her lips, sparks flooding her body. Pleasure rolled through her as her back arched off the couch.  Her body felt weightless as a euphoric haze consumed her. She felt herself spasm around Josh as he continued to thrust inside her refusing to cease as he chased his own release.

“Fuck you squeezing me so fuckin good. Shit!” Josh roared as he body stiffened. Spurts of his cum gushed inside of Imani, her walls clamping on his dick and dragging every drop out. His hips stuttered as he continued to pump his cum inside of her until he was completely drained.

Their combined breaths were the only sound in the room as realization finally dawned on them as to what just occurred. Josh slowly pulled out of Imani, her liquids coating his dick as his cum slowly trickled out of her.  Imani whimpered as he pushed the cum back inside of her, his finger briefly swiping over her pussy lips. Josh lowered her legs onto his lap and reached over, caressing her cheek and cupping her chin with his palm. 

“You ok?”

Imani looked at Josh, the butterflies from earlier reappearing in her stomach at his gentleness. She nodded. “Yeah. That was incredible.”

Josh nodded. “Hell yeah it was. Shit I ain’t know you was a freak like that bae.”

Imani huffed out a laugh, the sound making his grin widen. She playfully slap his forearm. “I’m never gonna live that shit down am I?”

Josh shook his head. “Hell nah,” he confirmed with a chuckle. His laughter quieted as he continued to stroke her cheek.  “You know I meant what I said Imani.”

“What?” 

Josh licked his lips nervously and exhaled. “You mine foreva. And I’m yours foreva. If that’s what you want that is,” he said. 

Imani interlaced her fingers with Josh’s and pulled herself into a sitting position. She placed her fingers on his chin and turned his face towards hers. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brushed his lips with hers in a sensual kiss, her free hand tangling in his sweat drenched mullet. 

“Bae I been wanting that since I met you,” she declared, her smile matching his own. 

*

[aauroraxia]

Supposed To Be

Armando Aretas

This story is based off of a song called Begin Again by Taylor Swift ^^. For a better experience I highly recommend you listen to the song 🎧!

Sypnosis: Y/N just got out of a toxic relationship with ex named Greg. She finally decided to start dating again. On her first date with her new boyfriend, Armando she has many flashbacks of her past relationship. Armando shows her how love is supposed to be, and not all love is toxic.

Warnings: None

I took a deep breath in the mirror, doing a little twirl. I looked perfect, my tight red dress, hugged my curves. My curly hair curled perfectly around my face. My black high heels made me a little taller than I actually was, but I don’t care, I think I look perfect and I hope he thinks the same.

I was finally dating again. After breaking up with Greg, I was scared of dating. Until I met Armando. He told me that he didn’t know my ex or what he did for us to break up, but, that he was nothing like him, he’s one of a kind.

One of my friends had offered to take me to the restaurant I walked out of my house grabbing my phone, purse, and keys, and walked to the car. As I sat in the passenger seat I started thinking.. ‘Remember what happened last time you went on a date’

Flash Back Start 𖣔

I arrived to the cafe that Greg asked me to meet him at. I looked in the mirror in my car, fixing my hair. I wanted everything to be perfect.

I walked inside the cafe, glancing around looking for Greg. He was nowhere to be found. I started panicking, thoughts flooded my mind.

‘He couldn’t be standing me up’

‘He wouldnt’

‘Would he?’

The waiter sat me at a table. I caught a few weird glances from other couples. I pulled my phone out of my purse, checking the time constantly, and maybe to see if Greg texted. After about 25 minutes, he hadn’t called or texted.

Tears flooded my eyes. I put my phone away and gathered my things. It’s time to go home.

As soon as I stood up I heard the cafe bell ring. I turned around to see Greg walking in the shop. His brown hair, messy. He had on a blue button up shirt that wasn’t even buttoned completely.

Had he even tried to look nice? Was this “date” really not that important? I balled my fist up, sitting back down in my seat, waiting for him to walk over.

He sat in front of me in silence. No ‘Hey, I’m sorry for being late.’ No stupid excuse. Just silence.

Flash Back Ends 𖣔

I shoved that memory deep down in my mind, or at least I tried. I started my car and drove to restaurant I was meeting Armando at.

I walked in the restaurant, hoping Armando was already here. And he was. He waved me over to the table he was sitting at. Walking over to him, he looked at me with a small but genuine smile. He stood up and pulled out my chair for me.

That was so nice! I sat down across from him, locking eyes with him. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.

Flash Back Start 𖣔

The rest of the date went pretty well. Greg told me this lame excuse of how he couldn’t get a stain out of shirt, that’s why he was late. He asked me how was my day and after I answered him he explained how his day went.

While explaining my day I made a small joke. I guess he didn’t think I was funny because he just stared at me, with a blank unreadable expression on his face.

Embarrassing…

I quickly changed the topic to work, to avoid any further embarrassment.

“Hey, I think you look really pretty tonight, but um I’m not that much taller than you and you wearing heels makes you taller than me.. I don’t like the look so if we’re supposed to be together could you stop wearing heels?”

The audacity..

It’s not my fault that he’s shorter than Peter Pan. But this date already started rocky so I just smiled and nodded.

Flash Back Ends 𖣔

“Te ves hermosa. Ese vestido y esos tacones te hacen ver muy sexy.” Armando said.

I smiled at his sweetness. I knew he wasn’t much of a talker but he was putting in a effort to talk, and that’s all I needed.

“How are you?” He asked

“Good, what about you. Apart from being hunted from the police.” I joked

He leaned his head back, laughing. Last time I told a small joke I was hella embarrassed. But that wasn’t the case this time, thankfully.

Soon, a waiter came and took our order, we ate and talked about any and everything. He even payed for both of our meals. Damn, he couldn’t be any more perfect.

He offered to take me home and I agreed. “Any specific song you want to listen to?”

I started thinking.. “Can you play ‘Fuck It I Love You’ by Lana Del Rey.

“Yeah”

Flash Back Start 𖣔

When Greg invited me to his apartment, on the way there I asked him to play that same song. “What does the song even mean. It’s boring and sad. How about something else.”

I looked at him in utter disbelief. Did he really not understand the meaning? Once again I just smiled and nodded.

Flash Back End 𖣔

“Sorry if you don’t like this song.” I said “I know it’s supposedly sad.”

“Nah, it’s not sad. It’s real.” He assured me.

Oh my gosh I think I love him.

Once arriving at my house Armando walked me to my front door. Like he was protecting me.

I loved that. It made me feel like I would never have to worry about my safety with him.

“Como te dije antes, no conozco a tu ex ni lo que hizo para que rompieras con él, pero nunca te lastimaré amor.”

I smiled, placing both of my hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Once I pulled away, he softly cuffed my cheeks, pulling me into a passionate but loving kiss.

“Sure you don’t wanna come in?” I asked him with a playful smirk.

“Quizás lo haga” He said with a smirk, locking his car, and following me inside.

I don’t know how far this “relationship” with Armando would go but, I do know this is how love is supposed to be.

Translations:

“Quizás lo haga” - Maybe I will

“Como te dije antes, no conozco a tu ex ni lo que hizo para que rompieras con él, pero nunca te lastimaré amor.” - Like I told you before, I don't know your ex or what he did to make you break up with him, but I will never hurt you, love.

“Te ves hermosa. Ese vestido y esos tacones te hacen ver muy sexy.” - You look beautiful. That dress and those heels make you look very sexy.

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Hate the Club

AbbyAndersonxReader

pairing: Bottom!Abby x Top!Reader

word count: 5.2k

TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Smut | Mommy kink | Vaginal Fingering (a! receiving) | Strong Language | Vaginal Penetration (a! receiving) | Infidelity | Oral Sex (a! receiving) | Mention of OwenxAbby | Strap-on Use | Mention of Alcohol | Slight Fluff | Aftercare | Thigh Riding (a! recieving) | Nipple Clamps | Blindfolding |

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy <3

Your friend had finally managed to drag you to the new nightclub downtown that had opened over the weekend. You were reluctant to go, but they had promised to buy you your favorite drink if you were willing to spend at least an hour with them. You didn't drink often, but it sounded like a fair deal to you.

As you sat at the bar and nursed the drink your friend had bought for you, you kept looking at the time and thinking about all the things you could be doing at home. You were just about to decide that you'd had enough of the loud music and the crowds, before you laid eyes on her. 

Abby Anderson. 

Tight black dress, light makeup, hair down (maybe the first time you'd seen it that way). All dressed up and smiling as she grinded against some idiot guy who was spilling his drink all over the floor as he playfully thrusted into her from behind. Her brawny arms reached for the sky as she continued to dance carelessly-- that is, until she caught your burning gaze from the bar.

With a suggestive eyebrow raise, you raised your glass in her direction-- grinning like a supervillain as you finally recognized the derelict gyrating against her. It was Owen, her ex. Or, more specifically-- the guy that had begged her to stop fucking you behind his back as the news was getting all over town and ruining both of their (his) reputations. She has gotten back together with him after all. And now, here he was, completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you were practically eye-fucking each other from across the room.

The moment your eyes met, a familiar ache had begun to bloom in your chest. One that she seemingly took notice of, as her steel-blue eyes failed to leave the tops of your breasts that threatened to spill out of the tight dress shirt you were wearing. Even from nearly 20 feet away, she was still struggling to conceal her infatuation with you. As her eyes met yours yet again, you gave her a suggestive head tilt and a questioning look before moving toward the front door of the club. You were aware of the effect you had on her, and you were so not above mercilessly exploiting it. 

"So, what do you think? Is this place worth the hype?" Your friend practically shrieked as she yanked on your bicep from behind, almost making you drop the drink in your hand. 

"Yeah, totally." You shouted back, blaring music disorienting you, nearly making you forget about the 5'10 bodybuilder whose eyes were boring into the outline of your ass in your black suit pants.

"Well, where the hell are you going? You look like you're in a hurry!"

"I, um... have a headache, I'm gonna head home. I'll catch you later!" Your friend looked absolutely mortified, and you couldn't help but feel bad for leaving her high and dry.

But she'd be fine.

You pushed through the sea of people, feeling the heat emanating from their bodies as you made your way toward the front door, feeling her eyes following you as you walked. You were almost to the front door when an overwhelmingly sweet perfume invaded your nostrils and you felt a warm hand close around your own. "Y/n," Abby all but whined into your ear as she allowed you to drag her out into the parking lot.

"What the hell are you doing, Abby?" You asked as you continued to pull her along, making your way toward your car.

"Y/n, wait. Stop!" She tugged on your arm, pulling you back against her. "Can we talk for a second?"

"About what? About the fact that you're back with Owen?"

"It's not like that! I-it's not that simple," She reassured you.

"Abby, I honestly don't care," You began, allowing your gaze to gradually fall from her pitiful gaze to her soft lips.

"You know," She started, her voice trembling slightly as she took a step closer, closing the distance between you. "We could never go public with our relationship, Y/n."

"Don't need'a" You whispered against her lips before taking them into a bruising kiss. Your hand fell onto her hip as your other gripped her chin, forcing her to hold still as you slipped your tongue above hers and licked the inside of her mouth, savoring her sweetness as her tongue took the role of prey to yours. 

"Wait," She groaned into the kiss, trying and failing to push you away before you deepened the kiss and pressed her up against the wall of the club, earning a few whistles from some foolish teens smoking between the cars.

"You're so beautiful," You mumbled against her lips as you allowed your hand to roam across the length of her body, her curves filling the palms of your hands as her breathing became shallow. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

"Y/n..." She warned, trying desperately to hold onto any sense of self-control she had left. "Owen's still in there, we can't do this."

"Yes, we can." You insisted, reaching into your back pocket and retrieving your keys. You clicked the lock button twice before opening the passenger door of your car for her. "Come on,"

"Y/n," She sighed, looking over her shoulder at the club before shaking her head. "This is such a bad idea."

"Abby," You called, cupping her cheek and pulling her attention back toward you. "I'm not gonna wait another month for you to call me and tell me that you're single again. I can't,"

Abby sighed and pressed her eyes shut, taking a few moments to calm her breathing before she climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Good girl." You cooed before shutting the door and making your way around the front of the car, taking a second to scan for Owen while straightening your collar. The moment you stepped foot in the driver's side, Abby's hands were on your cheeks, pulling your face to hers. She kissed you sloppily and desperately, chest pressing flush against your own as she not-so-discreetly ground her hips into the plush of the car seat. 

"Y/n," She whimpered between kisses before you pulled away and returned your grip to the bottom of her jaw. 

"You're so fucking needy, sweetheart," You purred before placing one more rough kiss on her lips.

"Drive, please?"

"And so, so polite," You let the last "o" drag as you turned the key in the ignition. "So pretty, too. I can't keep my eyes off you."

"T-thank you," Abby whispered, eyes already threatening to roll back as she clenched her thighs together tighter and sped up her movements against the seat cushion. The speed bumps you passed as you pulled out of the driveway causing the car to jerk a few times, only deepening her pleasure and drawing a few more sweet sounds from her tightly shut lips. 

"What's the matter, honey?" You taunted. "I thought you said you didn't want to do this?" 

"I didn't!" She gasped, her hips moving on their own accord, desperately chasing after the friction her body craved.

"Oh, no?" You chuckled, glancing at her through the corner of your eye as you kept one hand on the steering wheel. "So, this is all a figment of my imagination, then?"

"N-no… Yes! No, just-- keep drive--driving, please,"

"Aw, you poor thing. Look at how much you need it," You teased, bringing the palm of your hand to her bare thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up as you squeezed and caressed the pale, freckled skin. "You're  s'fucking strong, sweetheart." 

"Y/n," Abby's moans got increasingly louder as you inched higher and higher up her muscular thigh, brushing the pads of your fingertips over the wet outline of her throbbing cunt over her panties. 

"Holy shit," You cursed under your breath, biting back a moan as you applied pressure to the spot just above her clit, forcing a strangled moan to escape her lips. "Look at you, grinding against the seat like a little bitch. I'm barely even touching you,"

"Y/n, p-please, fuck,"

"Please, what?" You cooed, pressing the heel of your hand down on her clothed pussy and rubbing in small circles before moving back down to her trembling thigh.

"M-mommy," She panted, her hand shooting down to grip the one that was on her thigh and guide it up the rest of the way, forcing two fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and between her slick folds. "Touch me, please,"

You finally oblige, following her movements for a few moments before suddenly shoving both your middle and ring finger into her fluttering hole. "That's it, baby," You encouraged as she let out a loud moan, her back arching off the seat. "You're taking my fingers so well, such a good girl,"

"Y/n," She cried, her head thrown back as her hips thrust upward. "So g-good, so fucking good."

"Oh, yeah?" You hummed, keeping your eyes on the road as you slowly slid your fingers out, ignoring the way she whimpered at the loss, and brought them to her parted lips, as you merge lanes and turn at your exit. "Open up, baby."

She obeyed immediately, eagerly licking and sucking the digits into her mouth, coating them with her saliva.

"Good girl,"

The praise sent a shudder down her spine and she moaned around your fingers. You chuckled at her desperate state as you used your left hand to turn your steering wheel. Drawing your soaked fingers from atop her tongue to the back of her headrest as you reversed into your drive and parked your car. 

"Such a messy girl," You chuckled as she continued to writhe and pant on the seat next to you, her juices beginning to seep through her panties and stain the car seat. "Come here,"

Without hesitation, she moved to sit on your lap, her legs straddling your waist as her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Painted fingers wove themselves into your hair as she rocked feverishly against you, tequila-ridden breath fanning in hot waves against the skin of your neck. You could feel her wetness seeping through her thin panties and onto the thigh of your slacks as she fucked herself stupid on the expanse of your thigh. 

"So, so pretty like this, Abs," You muttered into her sweaty neck, palming at her tits over her thin excuse for a dress. A small and pitiful nod from her was all it took before you were yanking the fabric down her body, exposing her small, perky breasts to your burning gaze. You smiled devilishly as you took one of her erect nipples into her mouth, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh as your free hand twisted and pinched at the other.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Abby chanted, her grip on your hair tightening with each bite, every harsh suck, and pinch of your teeth.

"I missed you, honey," You spoke against her breast before moving to the other one, paying it the same, toe-curling attention. The tell-all tremor in her hips let you know that she was getting closer and closer to reaching her peak. She was always extra sensitive after she'd been away from you for too long-- subjected to the languid and shoddy licks of Owen's tongue, the fast and uncoordinated pump of his hips, the unpleasant bites to her clit that left her sore for days. 

Her broken cries of pleasure filled the small interior of your car along with the thick smell of sex and liquor. Her hand was quickly drawn from the mess of curls(strands, braids, locs, idfk) on your head to the car window beside her head, nails frantically scraping at the fogged-up glass as she bounced in your lap. A short, choked-out scream sounded throughout the small space as you closed your fist around the front of her muscular throat. 

"Yeah, sweetie? Y'getting close?"

"Y-yeah," She choked out, nodding frantically as she picked up the pace. "Can I c-cum, please, M-Mommy?

"Of course, you can, honey," You whispered, your tone low and dangerous as you reached behind her with your free hand to remove the keys from the ignition and shut the engine off. "Go ahead and cum all over Mommy's leg like a good little whore, baby. Cum all over my suit, pretty girl."

You hiss sharply as Abby bites your shoulder to keep from screaming, shaking with her first orgasm of the night. "I know, I know," You coo, running your manicured nails up and down her rippled back soothingly. "I know, baby. Let it out"

"Thank you," She mumbles, chest heaving and body shaking, pussy pulsating and gushing against the soaked fabric of her panties and your expensive trousers.

"Did so good, honey," You hummed, kissing the tears from the corner of her eyes before you turned to open your car door. "Need me to carry you, sweetie? I know how shaky those legs of yours can get." You tease, smiling up at her as she raises herself up and from out of your soaked lap.

"Fuck you," She groans, her voice hoarse and shaky as she pulls the hem of her dress up and over her breasts.

"You know what? You're right," You say, climbing out of the car behind her before briefly digging in your pocket to retrieve your house keys. "Maybe I should just go to bed."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I, though?" You asked, a sly grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you held the front door open for her, eyes raking down her disheveled figure. You'd pulled on her dress so much in so many different places that it bunched up in random spaces across her body-- making the tight dress appear even more fitted to her curves than it already was. She had left her shoes (heels) in the car, her stature still no whither to yours, but slightly less intimidating than it was when you first laid eyes on her in the club. Her face and neck were all red from her blushing and your rough kisses-- the crimson hue nearly dark enough to conceal the crossroads of hickies and bitemarks you had littered across the top of her chest and collarbones.

She moves slowly past you, sure to brush her frame against yours as she steps through the threshold and into the dark house. "Y/n, it's been a month since we last fucked," She reminds you, turning to face you after you had finished locking the door behind you, turning the porch light off with it.

"And?" You ask, setting your keys on the table beside the door before moving toward the kitchen. "That's hardly my fault, Abby."

"You could've called me," She insists, following you into the kitchen.

"You could've called me too, Abs."

"You know I can't,"

"Right," You sigh, turning around to face her as you spoke. "Because of your boyfriend. Because of your reputation. Because you're a fucking coward. There's always a reason with you."

"Can we not do this tonight, please?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the countertop, gaze pleading as it met your intense one. "Believe me, I have enough arguments at home."

You stood in silence for a few moments, watching her as she nervously fidgeted under your gaze.

"Take your clothes off."

Her head snaps up at your order, her eyes wide and confused.

"What?"

"I said, take your fucking clothes off, Anderson," You growled, taking a step closer to her.

She immediately backed up until her back was pressed against the fridge as you walked toward her, your eyes narrowed and menacing as you took ahold of her jaw, forcing her to meet your gaze.

"I thought you wanted to get off," You whispered, your thumb gently caressing her bottom lip. "Isn't that why you followed me out of the club? Why you bounced on my thigh like a bitch in heat after I drove you to my flat? Why you came inside?"

"Y-yes," She whispered, her voice wavering as she tried to tear her gaze from your own.

"So, what's the problem?" You tilted your head with an exaggerated frown.

"N-nothing," She whispered, hands moving to rest on your hips as you closed the distance between your bodies, pressing your frame against her own.

"Then take your clothes off," You whispered, pulling your hand from her chin and dropping it down to her bare shoulder before trailing it down the rest of her unbelievably toned arm.

Abby nods, her trembling fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. You watched intently as she slowly began to unzip her dress, revealing her toned body. You hummed in satisfaction as you trailed your fingertips over her defined abdominal muscles.

"You're so beautiful, honey," You whisper, leaning in to kiss along the length of her neck and jaw. "You know that? Absolutely stunning,"

Abby lets out a soft whimper as your lips and tongue trail across the column of her neck, leaving a wet trail along her sweat-slick skin. Her arms wrap around your shoulders and she pulls you close, burying her face in the crook of your neck as you continue to kiss and nip at her pulse point. Your hands begin to explore her body yet again, scanning for any changes that might've occurred since you'd last been together. You wait for that familiar sound of her breath hitching after you trace your index finger along the waistline of her panties.

"Upstairs, now." You order, stepping back to allow her to move past you. She nods obediently before grabbing her discarded dress and heading toward the staircase by the foyer. You watch expectantly as she rounds the corner and her footsteps fade into the silence of the night. 

You take your time removing your shoes, belt, and blazer-- neatly placing them on the counter before you move to the coat closet in your foyer to retrieve Abby's favourite strap-on from the top shelf. You quickly check the battery life on the vibrator lying beside the large toy before nodding to yourself as you're satisfied with the charge. You also make sure to grab a few items from the end table in the hall, tucking them into your pockets as you remove your pants and begin securing the contraption around your waist.

"Y/n!" Abby calls from the bedroom above.

"What?" You yell back, struggling to keep your balance as you put on the harness.

"Hurry up!" She whines, her voice high and needy as it reaches your ears.

"I'm coming, calm down," You shout back, rolling your eyes as you finish tightening the straps and making your way toward the stairs.

Abby lets out an impatient groan when you finally reach her, pulling you down onto the bed with her.

"So needy," You chuckle, kissing down her jaw to her neck, nipping gently at her skin.

"Shut up," She huffs, her hands moving to grip your shoulders as you lean over her. She pulls you closer to her and wraps her legs around your waist, drawing your attention to the bulge in your pants.

"Watch your mouth, sweetheart," You whisper, your lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. You allow your hands to run across her muscular body, fingertips exploring every dip and curve. The muscles in her stomach tense under your touch as you move lower, brushing your fingers against the waistband of her panties.

"Didn't I tell you to take these off?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as you lean back, looking down at her with a frown.

"I'm sorry," She whispers, her gaze shifting to the floor.

"That's okay," You say, a smirk tugging at your lips as you sit back on your heels. "Take them off. Now."

Abby hesitates for a moment before slowly lifting her hips, allowing you to remove the fabric covering her core. You watch in amusement as she tries to keep her face neutral while you gently push her thighs apart, spreading her open for you.

"Don't be shy now," You tease, rubbing your thumb along her folds, applying just enough pressure to draw a soft moan from her. "There we go," You hum, leaning down and pressing your lips to her inner thigh, causing her to let out a small gasp.

"Look how pretty you are," You whisper, your breath hot on her skin.

"Y/n," Abby whines, her hands reaching down to grip your forearms. "I-I didn't shave, I didn't think that-" You lower yourself back down to her sopping core, licking a teasingly quick stripe up to her little bundle of nerves. She lets out a loud moan, her hands flying to your head, fingers tangling into your locs and bringing your face closer to the mess of blond curls between her legs. Wrapping both of your arms around her trembling thighs, you continue to lap at her cunt like a woman starved-- delighting in the pitiful moans and whines she tries, and fails to conceal with her free hand. Once you slip your tongue into her tight hole, she's shaking with her second orgasm before she can even think to ask permission to have it

"Oh, honey," You hum, a sadistic smile gracing your lips as she comes down from her high. "Did you just cum without asking?"

Abby's eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically. "No! No, I didn't mean to!" She stutters, her voice wavering slightly as she begins to panic.

You chuckle darkly as you bring two fingers to her clit, stroking it lightly. "Really?"

"Yes, I promise!" Abby whimpers, squirming beneath you as you increase the speed of your ministrations.

"Hmm... Well, I guess since you already came, there's really no reason for me to keep playing with you, right?" You ask, your tone sarcastic and taunting as you pull away from her body.

"No!" Abby cries, her grip on your hair tightening. "Please don't stop!"

"Why not?" You demand, pulling completely away from her.

"Because," She groans, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. "It feels good."

"What else?" You press, running your hands down the length of her muscular torso, coming to rest on her hips.

"I like when you touch me," She breathes, her voice barely audible.

"I know you do, sweetie," You coo, leaning down and pressing your lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "But if I'm going to continue to make you feel good, then you're going to have to follow my rules. Got it?"

She nods frantically as you raise yourself from the bed, turning to retrieve the nipple clamps you had brought up and hidden behind some clutter on your dresser.

"I'm not like your bitch-ass boyfriend, sweetheart," You start, crawling back onto the bed and straddling her hips. "If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. And if you don't, well..." Your words trail off as you reach for the pink silk blindfold resting atop the comforter, quickly securing it over her eyes, rendering her sightless. "I have ways to make sure you'll listen to me, understand?"

"Y-yes," She whispers, her head nodding nervously as you take the time to secure each nipple clamp on either side of her small breasts, delighting in the little shrieks she gives once she feels the cold metal clamp down on her sensitive buds.

"What's your safeword, sweet girl, hm?" You ask, tracing your thumb along the seam of her lower lip.

"Red," She replies obediently, her hands finding purchase on the flesh of your thighs.

"That's right," You hum, drawing a pink vibrator from its spot on the mattress and tucking it between her legs. You lean down, kissing her softly as you begin to work the toy against her folds. "Now, be a good girl and hold this riiight here," You instruct, placing her hand on top of yours that was holding the small device. "Don't move until I say so,"

"Okay," She agrees, her fingertips digging into the back of your palm. You chuckle at her eagerness, moving your hand from under hers and allowing her to take hold of the vibrator. Once you were satisfied with her level of obedience, you raised yourself from the bed yet again and moved toward the edge of the mattress where she lay. You watched as she continued to rock her hips against the silicone massager, soft moans and whines escaping her parted lips as her pleasure grew. After a few moments of simply admiring her, you reached down to grab her by the back of her neck and roughly pulled her up into a sitting position. The sudden movement caused her to gasp in surprise, but she didn't falter in her rhythm, continuing to ride the pink object between her legs.

"You look so pretty like this, sweetheart," You murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead as you slid the fingers of your free hand between her lips. "Keep doing what you're doing."

Abby moaned around your digits as they brushed against the roof of her mouth, her tongue lapping eagerly at their tips. You smiled to yourself as she began sucking on your fingertips, coating them in her saliva. Slowly, you withdrew your hand from her mouth and moved behind her, pressing your chest against her back as you wrapped your arms around her torso.

"Do you trust me?" You whispered, running your hands down her front, cupping her small breasts.

"Yes," She breathed, her voice shaky as she turned her head toward you.

"Good," You praised, bringing both of your hands down to grip her hips tightly. She nodded frantically as you gently pushed her forward, forcing her to bend over at the waist. You ran your hand up her spine, feeling the muscles beneath her skin contract as she bent over further, resting her palms flat on the comforter. Reaching down to your waistband, you released the straps that held the large rubber dick against your pelvis, making sure that it hung loose enough for you to fuck her without restraint. You then positioned yourself directly behind her and leaned forward, grabbing hold of the base of her hairline and pulling her back toward you, forcing her head back slightly as she rested on her knees, ass raised into the air.

"Fuck, Abs," You groaned, your eyes glued to her glistening cunt as she ground herself against your strap. "Look at you, sweetheart."

"Please," Abby whimpered, her voice hoarse as she pleaded with you.

Without further hesitation, you lined the head of your strap up with her fluttering hole, biting back a moan as she pushed her hips back to meet your thrust, causing the vibrator wedged between the base of the cock and your cunt to buzz to life, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. You slowly eased into her tight heat, inch by inch until you bottomed out, allowing her time to adjust to the size of your toy. Once you were certain she had grown accustomed to the girth of the silicone dick, you pulled out completely before slamming back into her, setting a brutal pace. Her high-pitched shrieks and moans echoed throughout the room as you fucked into her roughly, using your free hand to hold onto her hip for leverage while the other remained wrapped firmly around her neck.

"Fuck, baby-- making Mommy feel so good," You moaned, burying your face in the crook of her neck as you continued to pound into her relentlessly, the sound of your skin slapping together reverberating off the walls. "You're taking me so well, honey. Such a good girl."

Abby let out a strangled cry as you tightened your grip on her throat, cutting off her oxygen supply momentarily as you forced her body closer to yours. The pleasure was overwhelming her senses, rendering her speechless as her entire body tensed, preparing for another orgasm. As your own climax approached, you began to slow the movement of your hips, opting to grind into her instead of thrusting. Your hand found its way to her clit, taking hold of the small vibrator she struggled to keep in place as you held her other hand behind her back.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," You purred, words sliding from your lips like honey as you bit down on the soft skin below her ear.

Abby screamed as she came hard around you, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode out her high. You watched in awe as her walls spasmed around your length, thick, white release coating your cock as it gathered into a solid ring at the base. You continued to move your hips slowly against hers as she came down from her high, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath and you struggled to chase your high. Once she seemed sufficiently recovered, you carefully removed your strap-on from her abused pussy, watching as her juices dripped from the tip and onto the comforter, reaching around her back to carefully remove the clamps before tossing them somewhere across the room.

"Holy shit," Abby gasped, her voice hoarse as she collapsed against the bed, lying on her stomach and clasping her sore breats as she attempted to calm herself. With one swift motion, you flipped her entire body so she was lying on her back, moving to lick and suck at her bright-red cunt as she squirmed and squealed in protest-- attempting feebly to pry your face from between her legs.

"Y/n," She whined, trying desperately to push you away with what little strength remained in her tired limbs. You simply chuckled to yourself as you continued to devour her, savoring her taste as she writhed beneath you. After a few moments, you finally pulled back and wiped the remaining fluids from your lips before removing the blindfold from Abby's face. The moment she saw your disheveled state, her eyes widened slightly and a blush rose to her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze. You wore a few of her scratches on various parts of your body, and you looked like you'd just run a marathon-- your perfect tits (that she loved) rising and falling with each of your exasperated breaths. Bright-pink dildo hanging from your soft hips, practically dripping in her juices.

"You're so beautiful," She whispered, her gaze returning to meet yours once more as she brought a hand up to caress your cheek. Unintentionally ignoring her as you struggled to remove the contraption from your hips, sighing in relief when you finally managed to do so. You tossed the toy aside and climbed over her, moving to straddle her hips as you raised her leg to rest over your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her tone hesitant and confused as she tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by the force of your hand against her sternum.

"I'm not done with you yet," You replied matter-of-factly, positioning yourself so that your center hovered directly above hers. You pressed your palm against her knee, spreading her legs apart as you lowered yourself onto her lap.

"Oh..." She trailed off, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt your slick heat press against her own.

The two of you moaned simultaneously as your folds brushed together, sending waves of pleasure throughout your bodies. Your hands moved to grip her hips as you rocked your own against them, grinding yourself against her as she bucked upward, desperate for friction. The feeling was overwhelming, causing both of your bodies to tremble violently as you continued to grind against each other. Soon, your movements grew sloppier and less coordinated, but neither of you seemed to care as you approached your climaxes. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and screams as you continued to ride one another, chasing after your releases. After a few more minutes, Abby let out a final gasp and arched her back, shaking as she came undone underneath you, sopping-wet cunt squirting it's plentiful release all over your lower abdomen. You followed soon after, unable to hold back any longer as your white release mixed into the mess of fluids beneath both of your forms. You fell forward, pressing your forehead against hers as you caught your breath. The two of you stayed like that for a while, listening to each other's ragged breathing as you attempted to recover. Eventually, you pulled away and slowly stood from the bed, making your way to the bathroom to grab a towel. Once you returned, you found Abby laying motionless on the mattress, eyes shut tightly as she took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. You knelt beside her and began gently cleaning the mix of sweat and cum from her exhausted body. She hummed softly, appreciating the gentle touches as you worked, careful not to wake her. After a few minutes, you finished and crawled back into bed beside her, pulling the blanket over both of you as you curled up next to her.

"How're you feeling, honey?" You asked quietly, tracing patterns along her sculpted forearms.

"Tired," She replied simply, twitching a bit at your tender touches.

"Sit up, please," You coaxed, helping her up until her back met your chest as you shifted to lean your own against the expanse of the headboard. "Thank you,"

Fatigued fingers drew themselves through her dark blonde hair as you gently combed the knots from it before collecting it all in one hand. Softly, you braided her hair into a beautiful fishtail-- just as she liked-- before giving it a gentle and playful tug, silently indicating your completion. With a weak smile, she nuzzled her face into your chest-- much too tired and fucked-out to fully access the softness and meaning of what you'd just done.

In all honesty, so were you. You'd just briefly remembered her telling you how Owen preferred it down.

-

[baldurs-gape]

Gap in the Resume

In a way, Gale should have been grateful to Elminster, the man had pulled strings to get him the interview. Life was all well and good but he did feel a little guilty for relying so heavily on Astarion, not to mention it was setting a bad example that they made ends meet through skills of theft and contract killings. Determined to make an honest life, Gale had started job hunting once life had started to settle a bit and his hands weren't quite so full. Brushing out an invisible wrinkle from his tunic, he waited on the creaky leather sofa. Finally, the door opened.

"Mr. Dekarios?"

Standing so quickly his vision speckled, Gale tried to look confident as he approached the Dean of the school. It wasn't Blackstaff, he couldn't go back there, not after everything but a less prestigious school might just be what he needed.

"Good to meet you, and please, call me Gale." He shook hands with her eagerly and settled on the even less comfortable chair by the impressive desk.

"Elminster has talked highly about you and your skills. It made me think that perhaps you were a little too modest on your CV."

"Yes, well, some things are easier to explain in words than with in on paper."

The Dean looked at him over her glasses with a smile. "Well, here's your chance, Gale. Why would an ex-Chosen of Mystra herself want to teach at our school of all places?"

Rather than say that he was scraping the barrell and needed his old mentor's help in getting honest work, Gale tried to smile, cleared his throat and straightened his back. He'd rehearsed this, it was going to be fine, smooth even."

"Teaching has been somewhat thrust upon me in the last eight years or so. It's a little difficult to always keep track of time in the Underdark. It wasn't a career I had ever really entertained until I got firsthand experience of how rewarding it could be."

So far so good, the Dean nodded along and settled back with a more relaxed posture. Emboldened, Gale decided it was better to throw in some examples to back his words up.

"Perhaps my proudest moment as a teacher was when I took a small group on an expedition towards Lenore's tower and we encountered yet another minotaur - I swear they are the cockroaches of the Underdark - and the six with me made a meal of it." The somewhat puzzled look he received had him rushing to explain. "Before it would have been a lot of snapping and snarling at each other, more blood wasted than drank. Sebastian had a nasty habit of trying to claw the eyes out of anyone who so much as was near him when drinking. Yet there he was, happily sharing the bounty with five others!"

"Mr. Dekarios, Gale-" the Dean held up a finger, "-just what exactly do you teach? I was under the impression you were a wizard."

"I am!" Indignant, Gale huffed. "But you try teaching magic to 7000 feral vampire spawn. Manners had to come first."

"Seven. Thousand. Vampire. Spawn."

Nodding with vigour, Gale's arms came into play as he began to explain.

"We were responsible for them after freeing them. Well, first we had to sort out the Netherbrain while the Gur rounded them up and kept them safe from everyone including themselves. It wasn't like we could abandon them. I happen to take responsibility very seriously. It began with a book club for the more recently turned and those interested and just grew from there." Barely stopping to take a breath, he continued, "Trust me, I wanted to show them the wonders of magic but some of them couldn't even read, a tracesty if you ask me."

A strained smile appeared on the Dean's face. She sat primly, hands clasped on the table between them.

"Did this happen after your status as Chosen was revoke?"

"Yes. Well, not immediately. I spent a year trying to tame the Netherese orb in my chest." At that, the Dean looked alarmed. "Don't worry, it's all taken care of now, it's old news. But for a year I worked heavily on the research of the elimination of Netherese fragments bonded to a human entity. Alas before I could refine my findings and publish, a Nautiloid snatched me up as I was hanging my washing. Now, I know mindflayers don't have emotions in the same capacity but it was downright rude. Then they put the tadpole in my brain."

By that point the strained smile had fallen away and the Dean was outright alarmed, edging away from the table and away from Gale. Off script and caught up in the story, he wasn't slowing down.

"Anyway, you've probably heard of the Baldur's Gate Netherbrain incident. That was me and a couple of others who are now good friends of mine. But try putting that on a resume. It wasn't relevant to teaching magic really. I don't want to walk into the classroom as some mighty hero, I just want to be normal and treated as such. And now the spawn as all mostly settled, I feel I can leave them without fear of any incidents. I did so enjoy teaching them that I thought; why not? I could do this with young people. They'll probably be more likely to singe off your eyebrows by mistake than try to drain you of blood. Much cheaper if you ask me, scrolls of revivify used to make up a good 70% of our weekly expenses."

Tirade over, Gale leaned back in his chair and sighed, glad to have got that all out. A little sheepish at having gone so far off script, he offered a tiny smile. "Do you have any other questions about the gap in my resume? Because I don't think I touched on the mental health of students. Mystra demanded repeatedly that I kill myself. It is safe to say I wouldn't ever be anything but accepting and nurturing of even the most frustrating minds in the classroom. They're safe with me."

"Actually," the Dean's voice was a little breathy, "I think you've been very informative, thank you. I can let you know the outcome of the interview in the next tenday once all interviews for the position have concluded. Thank you so much for coming in today."

She stood and Gale copied. This time she didn't stand close to usher him out the room, a rather large amount of space was left between them. Gale's heart sank. It wasn't the first time an interview ended so abruptly and with such false smiles. Nodding, he turned to the door and left.

Outside, Astarion was leaning against the wall, covered from head to toe for safety.

"How did it go?" he asked.

Sadly, Gale shook his head and deflated. "I went off script. At least she didn't call security I guess?"

"Not to worry. We'll find a place. Hells, we could probably even found it, the Underdark Academy, a place for the unruly to come and be transformed into etiquette experts. What do you think?"

Laughing, Gale bumped their shoulders and sighed, trying to let go of the disappointment that had settled in his gut.

"You say the sweetest things to me, don't you?"

Their hands tangled until fingers interlaced and Astarion pulled it up to press a kiss to the back of Gale's. This job wasn't to be but that was alright. They had all the time in the world to figure it all out. And for Gale to discover that while he was in the interview, Astarion had stolen anything that moved from the school.

[gwenniesqueals]

Currently Watching 27-05-2025

Eye Contact: So far, so good. What's keeping me going is my dislike for Chain, and the absolute stalker attitude Sun has for Nu.

My Stubborn: I'm just waiting for Sorn to take things too far and Jun puts him in his place. Also girls, the office?? You couldn't wait?

Knock Out: Not a series I thought I would like, but it has yet to be boring or slow. I do wish for more fight scenes tbh

Pump Up the Healthy Love: I've sat through fatphobic behavior only to watch this woman realize she likes this dude and his ex trying to weasel her way in.

Second Shot At Love: I picked this up to watch with my partner. We've had debates on if she is actually an alcholic or if she's just going through it and coping in a bad way. Honestly I think it's border line and she likes to jump rope it.

Tastefully Yours: I've only gotten through one episode so far and I've got thoughts. It's slow, hopefully it becomes a little more interesting.

Break Up Service: Junior!!!!!!!! <3

My Sweetheart Jom: Still loving it, the character dynamic is everything.

Ex-Morning: I can see why everyone was excited for these two to come back. It's going to be a good show, I can tell.

I Love a Lot of You: I could not keep two of the personalities straight, they are so similar. It's a definitely something different from other romance dramas.

Season of Love in Shimane: Bruh, the tension. Also this show is so slow. If they could speed it up just a tad, please.

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: I waited to watch this episode until the last minute thinking there would be more emotional trauma than there was. It was sad, don't get me wrong, but I didn't sob like I thought I would. Also Khao is still handsome as ever.

My Golden Blood: Season finally is tomorrow and I don't want it to end. Like please. I don't want to miss out on JossGawin time.

The Next Prince: I don't even know where to actually start with this one. The clothing: superb, the acting: stellar, that scene with the whip: Not prepared for.

I Promise To Come Back: This one is also up in the air for me still. Can't decide if I like it or not. Will figure it out lol

Boys In Love: How are they getting away with the things they get away with? I would never have thought to pull some of the stunts these kids do.

Sweetheart Service: This one is going to be short I can already tell, but It's actually good. The actors have good chemistry and the storyline is cute.

The Heart Killers: Convinced my partner to watch yet another BL I missed my killers so much. Totally worth every rewatch.

What I finished this week:

Cherry Magic: Cherry Magic is my favorite Jbl I've watched so when I heard there was a Thai version with JuniorMark I about died. I had to jump through some hoops to watch it, but totally worth it.

I'm Tee, Me too: Thought this was a BL it was not. Which was fine, it was still super cute.

Fourever you: Finished this just in time for the special. I have a ton of notes yet to be published but they will be shortly.

Love is Poison: I need more. Please. and Thank you.

Meow Ears Up: It was very different but cute and healing at the same time.

What I plan to watch this week:

Happiness (Thai)

Our Unwritten Seoul

Good Boy

Reset

Oh My Ghost Clients

Nine Puzzles

Ossan's Love (Thai)

[gleamingyu]

anti-hero.

part II of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part I

pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]

genre: angst. fluff.

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). a bucketload of angst (i'm so sorry). light cursing. terrible knowledge of law stuff. so much crying yikes. miscommunication & misunderstandings. mentions of drinking and allusions to driving under the influence (do not do that ever!!). reader might seem a bit unlikeable in this chapter, but it's all part of the plot, okay?? she's trying her best. mentions of intimacy and sex (??), nothing graphic tho. slow burn. alternating povs. jihan as my lovely, beautiful, in love babies (yes they're a couple). some petnames (baby, babe). flashbacks are in italics. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]

word count: approx. 8.1k (idk what happened)

notes: finally managed to work on my baby again. i'm sorry for the long wait but i had a lot of shit going on :/ thank you to everyone who showed love on the first part, i love each and every single on of you!! once again, likes, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated :)

summary: seungcheol wants to fix things; you want to avoid him at all costs. one thing is for sure, though. neither of you will have closure until you talk.

four months ago

the silence ringing inside seungcheol’s ears was even louder than the ambient noise of the restaurant he found himself in.

he genuinely couldn’t believe you were doing this to him again. the time was nearing 8 p.m., almost an hour later than when you were supposed to be here, and seungcheol was trying very hard to ignore the pitiful glances the waiters were not-so-subtly throwing him. he didn’t know what frustrated him more; the fact this was the seventh date you were clearly canceling on, or that you hadn’t updated him on your whereabouts in almost half an hour. if you weren’t going to show up, the least you could do is call and let seungcheol know you were gonna meet him at home.

home. funny how the word no longer brought a sense of peace in seungcheol’s heart.

just as he was about to get up and leave, seungcheol felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his pants, and his heart soared when he saw your name displayed on the screen. maybe you were going to make it after all, maybe you could still enjoy the nice evening he had planned, maybe…

“cheol… i’m so sorry.”

you were not coming.

seungcheol could tell from the apologetic tone in your voice. he didn’t even hear the next words that came from your end, whatever excuse you had to offer getting lost in the sound of his heart breaking. the grip he had on his phone was the only thing anchoring him in that moment, his eyes closed as he was trying to push down the tears that were threatening to spill out. he could hear you calling his name, are you there? but all he could offer was an “i’ll see you at home” before ending the call.

there was no part of you that was ready to face what awaited you on the other side of your apartment door.

the day hadn’t gone as you’d planned. you knew seungcheol had plans for the two of you that evening, so you had decided to wake up and go to the office earlier than usual in order to finish what you were working on in time for your date. but when you woke up that morning, you found seungcheol in the kitchen, diligently trying his best at making breakfast for the two of you. you melted at the sight of your boyfriend wearing your peach-colored apron – and nothing underneath but a pair of sweatpants – and you didn’t have the heart to turn him down when he oh-so-gleefully presented you with what could only be described as an admirable attempt at pancakes. moments like these were rare in your lives, with both of your hectic schedules and whatnot, so you sat down and enjoyed the warmth that came from the food, the sun coming in through the curtains, and seungcheol’s smile.

the sense of peace that came with spending the morning with seungcheol quickly dispersed once you arrived at the office and realized you were late, which gave your boss – mr. moon, a pathetic, greedy, and cruel excuse of a man who lived to make the lives of his employees a living hell – the perfect excuse to make you his target of the day. in addition to the case you were supposed to work on, mr. moon decided to dump on you stacks of paperwork that apparently needed to be taken care of by tonight, a task that normally a damn paralegal could take care of – no offense to paralegals.

normally you wouldn’t put up with this type of behavior. you weren’t raised to let people just walk all over you as they damn pleased. but around the office, there was one unspoken rule that everyone learned as soon as they started working here; ‘whatever mr. moon says, goes.’ besides, moon was the only person on the board of directors that could veto promotions in the firm, so until you could see the words senior associate inscribed under your name on the door of your office, you’d have to shut your mouth and take whatever was thrown at you with your head held high.

that isn’t to say that sometimes you wished mr. moon would get hit by a bus, ‘mean girls’ style. today had been one of those days, as the hours trickled by, closer and closer to when you should leave for your date with seungcheol, and yet mr. moon seemed to have a continuous stream of tasks that needed to be done, by you specifically. you realized you would never make it in time to see seungcheol, and so, tonight marked the seventh date you had to cancel because of work.

now, with the time on your phone reading 22:32, you were standing outside your apartment, bracing yourself for the talk you knew you were going to have with seungcheol. letting out a big exhale, you punched in the door code and let yourself in, the quietness of the apartment immediately enveloping you.

for a split second, you thought seungcheol might have gone to sleep already, but the faint sound of glass redirected you towards the kitchen, where you found said man standing by the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine. you recognized the bottle mingyu had gifted him on his birthday that year, some fancy brand you’d never heard of before. as you stepped closer, the dim light of the kitchen finally illuminating you, seungcheol turned towards you, an inscrutable look on his face.

after four years of learning, knowing, loving seungcheol, you prided yourself in being able to discern what he was feeling at any given moment. but now, standing in front of him, you were scared to admit that you couldn’t read whatever feelings his eyes held. it made you feel uneasy, the way it seemed like he was looking through you, into you, and you wished you could come up with something to say to disturb the uncomfortable silence, but saying i’m sorry seemed redundant in that moment.

“a bit late, isn’t it?” seungcheol spoke up, and your heart clenched at the cold, almost mocking tone of his voice.

“i know, but i couldn’t get out faster. no matter what i said, my boss kept piling up my work and i just… i couldn’t. i’m so sorry… you know i wanted to come, more than anything. i really did,” you said, silently pleading that seungcheol would forgive you.

“i’m sure you did,” seungcheol gruffed, turning his attention back to the wine before him.

“cheol… don’t be like this, please…” you tried getting closer to him, but his body whipped towards you, his eyes narrowing at you.

“like what, exactly? angry? frustrated? sad? disappointed? i can be like that, actually, seeing as this is the seventh time in 3 months you’ve ditched me for work, apparently!” seungcheol spewed, making you take several steps back. your body tenses.

“‘apparently?’ what is that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know, it just seems very unlikely that you’d have to sometimes spend more than twelve hours at work. i mean, you’re a lawyer, aren’t you? surely, you should know everything about workplace laws,” seungcheol bit back. he’s never spoken to you like this before, ever, the mockery in his voice surely aimed to hurt you. you felt anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your best to stay calm, for the sake of both of you.

“seungcheol,” you said, and you couldn’t help feeling a twinge of satisfaction seeing his eyebrows raise in surprise after hearing you use his full name. “if you have something to say, i’d rather you just do it, instead of insinuating it.”

seungcheol fell quiet for a moment, glancing down at his feet. “i meant it when i said i was held back at work, cheol. why would i lie about that?” you continued.

“for the past two years that you’ve been working there, you know i never once met any of your coworkers? i’ve never even stepped foot into your office, for god’s sake! you’ve been to my studio countless of times, you know the people i’m closest to, i’ve invited you to all the events the label organizes, so i just can’t understand! i don’t understand why you’re dead-set on keeping me away from that part of your life! and it makes me think… it makes me feel like i’m not enough, like you’re ashamed of me–”

“that’s absolutely not true, cheol!” you jumped in. you couldn’t even entertain the thought of seungcheol feeling self-conscious because of you, when it was the furthest thing you wanted. “i think you’re the most talented person i know, the most passionate, hard-working, smart… beautiful… i could never be ashamed of you.”

unshed tears were clinging to both of your lashes, heavy breathing echoing around the kitchen. how could you let things get so bad?

“it made me think there was someone else,” seungcheol breathes out.

the air gets stuck in your throat, the tears brimming in your eyes finally sliding down your face. “cheol… how could… there never was anyone! i swear, all the nights i would come home late, it was because of my work! i swear, i would never… you’re the only person that’s ever on my mind…”

silence fell over you and seungcheol, the words thrown between you slowly sinking in. seungcheol sniffled, taking a seat at the round table in the middle of the kitchen; you wished you could go to him, gather him in your arms, even though he’s too big to fit in completely, but you knew that this was probably the last thing seungcheol wanted from you in that moment.

“why don’t you quit?”

seungcheol looked up to you, the sadness in his gaze so intense it made you look away, knowing you’re to blame for it. “you complain so much about it… the hours, the work, the boss, the people. why can’t you just leave?”

you breathed in, thinking over seungcheol’s words. “because… because i love doing what i do. i feel about law the way you feel about music. it’s just the environment that’s shitty. but it’s something… that’s mine. and the kind of opportunities i got at this firm… people just starting out, like me, don’t come by them very often usually.”

there was a pause as seungcheol mulled over your words. a part of you thought, hoped, that the way the conversation was going would lead to fixing things, but then seungcheol spoke up again, and you knew. there was no fixing, not anymore.

“i was yours, too. and i would’ve never chosen music over you.”

“you say that now, but if you were put in a situation where you had to choose, i don’t think you’d have as easy of a time as you say.”

“i guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

and that was the end of it.

three days after your unexpected reunion with seungcheol, you find yourself back at PLEDIS, ready to tackle jihoon’s case.

the morning had gone on normally enough, with people coming in to give their testimonies regarding jihoon, his work and their relationships with him. as expected, no one had come forward with any potentially harmful or negative remarks about him, everyone applauding him for his tireless dedication to the label and the artists he worked with, as well as marveling at his seemingly innate musical talent and creativity. this was no surprise to you; having known jihoon for almost as long as you’d known seungcheol, you witnessed first-hand jihoon’s mastery of his craft, on multiple occasions. and now, with all the information you had gathered in the past three hours since arriving at PLEDIS, you were starting to feel more confident about winning this lawsuit.

initially, you had no intention of taking on jihoon’s case. the previous weekend, when mr. moon had called you in, you arrived at the firm with your mind set on demanding a break. in the past months, you might as well have changed your home address to the office, seeing as you had been working non-stop on one case after another, pulling countless sleepless nights and taking on extra paperwork as favors to some of your coworkers. and after finding out what the case was actually about, you were even more adamant about turning it down. but all the excuses you offered mr. moon were effectively shut down, leaving you almost begging the man to pass the case to someone else.

before you could use your past relationship with the other in-house music producer working at PLEDIS as an excuse, mr. moon delivered the lowest of low blows. “you know, a high profile case like this could attract lots of new clients for the firm… and put you right on the track for senior associate.”

there was no use arguing anymore after that. moon knew how much you wanted that promotion, and you were honestly not surprised to see him using it against you in order to force you into doing whatever work he wanted you to. so you shut your mouth, took the case, and then went home and cried.

yes, you cried. moving on.

seeing seungcheol again, and unexpectedly so, definitely set you a few steps back in whatever emotional healing you had done in the past few months. and it definitely made you doubt your own abilities as a lawyer. if you couldn’t put aside your personal feelings and instead focus on helping a guy who was being wrongfully accused, were you even meant to practice the law? but you had worked far too hard and sacrificed far too much to let these thoughts cloud your judgment and confidence, so you told yourself that even if you had to be in seungcheol’s proximity for the foreseeable future, your main priority was winning this case. for jihoon, and for yourself.

of course, planning to ignore the obvious feelings you still harbored for your ex-boyfriend was way easier than actually ignoring them. now, as you were gathering your things to meet wonwoo in the conference room he was stationed in, you were also mentally preparing yourself for the off-chance that you would bump into seungcheol again. considering how your luck’s been going in the past few weeks, you think the chances are pretty high.

walking through the halls of PLEDIS felt oddly familiar, and yet strange at the same time. when you and seungcheol first started dating, the label was just starting out, carrying all its business in a measly two-story building on the outskirts of town. you felt a tiny knot forming at the back of your throat, thinking how crazy it was to have witnessed the immense growth that seungcheol went through as an artist and a person, and now, to be walking amongst the fruits of the labor of his work, and so many other people’s, who built the label from the ground up.

as you grow nearer to the conference room where wonwoo was most likely waiting for you, you suddenly catch a whiff of a scent all too familiar to you. musky notes of jasmine and bergamot fill your senses, and for a brief moment, you feel an almost supernatural pull urging you to follow the indistinguishable fragrance.

you know exactly where it leads. but now is not the time.

before you can push the door open and walk into the room, your phone’s screen lights up with a text message. ‘hey honey. can you call when you have the time? she’s not having a very good day…’

you sigh, before dialing your mom’s number.

four years ago

seungcheol always smelled divine.

over the years, you’d heard so many of your friends go on and on about their boyfriends’ perfumes, and how once they found the right scent, they could charm the pants off of them with just the smell of their cologne. to you, that idea seemed entirely far-fetched, because, after all, people aren’t dogs. who in their right mind would base their selection of a partner on something as feeble as smell? even more so, an artificial smell, that didn’t even last forever.

clearly, since a few weeks ago, you haven’t been in your right mind, because you swore there was nothing better in this world than the way seungcheol smelled.

all your friends kept telling you that they’d never seen you act like this before. the honeymoon phase of your relationship had hit you pretty hard, and you were completely smitten with cheol. his smile, his eyes, his dimples, his laugh, his hair, his charm… and his scent, you couldn’t get enough of him. and now, as you were making your way towards PLEDIS together, you couldn’t help but wish you could nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and stay there forever.

it was your first time seeing where seungcheol worked. you had been wanting to see his studio ever since he had first told you about his job (and proved that he wasn’t one of those wannabe soundcloud rappers or whatever), but considering the label wasn’t exactly in a central location, getting there proved slightly difficult. not to mention that most days, your classes ran pretty late, and seungcheol shared his studio with jihoon, the other music producer at PLEDIS, which meant you couldn’t pop in whenever you had a window of free time, so as to not disturb them.

that night, however, seungcheol decided you deserved a break from your studies, and since your midterms were coming up, it might have been one of the last times you could afford to go out before getting swept up in the craziness of exam season. so after your last class of the day, seungcheol picked you up from campus and drove you outside of town, where PLEDIS stood.

“are you absolutely sure it’s alright for me to be here? i don’t want you to get in trouble with your… superiors, if that’s what you call them,” you said, walking up the stairs closely behind cheol.

“i already told you, it’s fine! besides, you’re not planning to steal any confidential information and spread it online, are you?” he teased, stopping in front of a door that you assumed was his studio.

“hmm, i don’t know… what makes you think i’m not secretly working for one of your competitors?”

seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head, before looking back at you. “oh, baby, you and i both know you like me too much to hurt me so,” he said, finally unlocking the door and letting you step inside.

well, he wasn’t wrong.

to most people, seungcheol and jihoon’s studio might not have looked like much. it held all the standard recording and mixing equipment one would expect to find there, along with personal touches from the boys, like pictures with their friends, some posters, a couple of cd racks, as well as a couch and two huge leather desk chairs. one the other side, inside the recording booth, you could see a keyboard, a couple of guitars, and a drum set, as well as some microphones, of course. to someone who’s never stepped foot in a recording studio before, like you, the place was amazing. and not just because cheol worked in there.

“i know it’s not a lot…” seungcheol mumbles, moving besides you, his arm stretched out in a way that said you could walk around.

your hands grazed the equipment on his desk, holding yourself back in fear of breaking something. “i like it, cheol. it’s homely, and cozy. definitely a good space to get those creative juices flowing,” you gave him a genuine smile, which you could tell instantly put him at ease from the way his shoulders visibly relaxed. he grinned at you, pulling up next to you by the sound board.

“you wanna see how the magic happens?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. you couldn’t help but groan, rolling your eyes.

“cheol, that was so cheesy… but yes, i do. please,” you said, giddy smiles taking over both of your faces.

“okay! come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his desk chair. you felt your cheeks heat up at his actions, so natural and nonchalant, totally unaware of the effect he had on you. how could he be so oblivious, and quite literally torture you so? being so close to him now, his cologne starting to overpower your senses, you were sure to go dizzy.

“i’m gonna use one of the demos i have here, but for the record, i did not play anything for you while you were here, got it?” seungcheol said, opening an audio file on his laptop.

“yes, sir!” you gave him a wink, his ears turning red. cute.

for the next couple of minutes, seungcheol gives you a rundown on the soundboard, showing you what goes into recording and mixing a song, and even letting you play around with the different settings for pitch and autotune. even though it was all very interesting, nothing compared to just watching seungcheol’s excitement and passion while talking about music. every time your conversations would somehow turn towards music, his face would light up like a kid’s on christmas morning, his whole body animatedly gesturing while he rattled on about his favorite artists and composers, whatever new album came out that week, and even why a song with a good bass line is guaranteed to become a hit (yes, that was an actual discussion the two of you had once). seeing the obvious love he harbored for this art form made you ten times more enamored with him. you could already tell his passion and hard work were going to take him places, and you couldn’t wait to see it all.

“cheol? how did you know you wanted to do music?” you asked, turning to look up at your boyfriend.

“oh, wow, we’re going for the deep stuff, huh?” he laughed.

“you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, i was just curious… you always talk so passionately about it, i could just tell it means a lot to you.”

seungcheol sighed, leaning back into the chair. “it’s alright. i really don’t know how i got here, to be honest. i’ve always been interested in music, and found myself writing and experimenting with sound. one day, i just knew that i couldn’t really picture myself doing anything else. so i focused on that and worked my ass off, i guess.”

“well, clearly?! we’re sitting in your own studio! i’d say you’re doing pretty great,” you exclaimed, smiling at seungcheol’s blushing cheeks. “you should be proud of yourself, cheol, really.”

seungcheol can’t even look at you right now, too overcome with giddiness at the onslaught of compliments you’re suddenly throwing his way. instead, he shoves his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a quiet ‘thanks.’

“is it hard to come up with new music?” you continue, playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.

“hmm, it depends,” his voice is muffled, and you flinch at the ticklish feeling of his breath fanning on your neck. “there are days when i can put down a whole song and melody at once; sometimes it takes me weeks to be satisfied with a song i’m working on. but lately i’ve been feeling more… inspired than usual, so it’s been going pretty well.”

you turn your face towards him, a teasing smile stretching across your lips. “oh, really? how come?”

seungcheol returns your smile, his fingers pressing slightly harder into your skin where they sat on your waist. “just someone i met recently… they’re really nice and beautiful and funny and smart,” now it was your turn to grow shy, feeling your cheeks and chest grow warm at the implication of his words. “but i think jihoon is growing tired of all the ballads i’ve been writing.”

you both fall into a fit of giggles, your faces so impossibly close, your noses brush. “poor jihoon… whatever will he do?” you whisper, and before you can breathe in again, seungcheol’s lips fall against yours.

the air in your lungs dissipates in seconds. your entire body is ablaze, and you swear your hearing no longer registers the music playing from seungcheol’s laptop, instead becoming attuned to the sound of cheol’s soft sighs. you want this moment to last forever, to melt into his embrace, ingrain yourself into his very existence. his lips grow more and more fervent against yours, and you swear your mind goes blank, the only thought even going through your head in that moment a chant of his name. cheol, cheol, cheol, cheol…

later that night, once you’re home, getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of seungcheol’s cologne again, the scents of his perfume imbued into your sweatshirt. you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

you didn’t wash that sweatshirt for a week after.

no matter how much seungcheol loved his friends, he couldn’t go on another second hearing jeonghan and joshua discuss whether they should choose lilies or hydrangeas for their wedding (because the good ol’ rose is too much of a cliche, apparently, according to joshua).

an exasperated sigh escaped him, his whole body slouching from the weight of the gloom he was carrying. jeonghan and joshua, who had been animatedly bantering over wedding preparations, suddenly go quiet, their heads snapping up to look at their friend. if this was a cartoon, they swore you would see a huge, gray cloud hanging above his head.

“alright, you gotta tell us what’s got you all pouty and gloomy, because this? this is just sad, cheol,” said joshua, gesturing at seungcheol’s crouched figure.

he sighed again, but straightened his back this time. the truth was, nothing particularly bad had happened today. but the day hadn’t gone as seungcheol had initially planned.

that morning, seungcheol had arrived at work determined to talk to you. seeing you again earlier that week had broken down the walls seungcheol had put up in the months following your breakup, and all the emotions he had tried pushing behind those walls – anger, sadness, frustration, yearning, love – were slowly, but surely, seeping back in. there was no point denying it anymore; seungcheol was not ready to let go just yet.

taking jihoon’s advice to heart, he decided to ‘grow some balls’ and initiate a discussion with you, one that you probably should’ve had before any of the shit that went down between the two of you could’ve gone down. seungcheol knew, deep down, that you were hiding something, and thought that once both of your cards were out on the table, you could either work on fixing what’s been broken, or you could both gain some closure and move on with your lives.

seungcheol was desperately hoping for the first option.

either way, whatever plans seungcheol had made were quickly put on hold when he arrived at his meeting and only found your colleague, jeon wonwoo, waiting for him in the conference room. he’d made himself look like an idiot, bluntly asking about your whereabouts, disappointment clear on his face at your lack of presence, which only got him an inscrutable look from wonwoo (who made a mental note to check in with you about this little outburst, for safety reasons). wonwoo hadn’t mentioned anything about you throughout the interview, which in retrospect, seungcheol realized, was more than normal, considering wonwoo probably had no idea that the two of you even dated before. if anyone at your firm would’ve known about your previous relationship, he imagines you wouldn’t even be here, working on this case. conflict of interest and all.

in the end, seungcheol had no idea whether you were even at PLEDIS at all, and didn’t even have time to ask around for you, having a number of recording sessions planned for the rest of the morning. it wasn’t until jeonghan called and invited him out for lunch with him and joshua, that seungcheol left his studio again. when his friends greeted him outside the restaurant they decided on, they held back from commenting on his sulky expression.

seungcheol didn’t tell them that he had half a mind to turn down their invitation when he heard where the couple wanted to meet. IL GRATO was your favorite place in town (you used to say because it was where seungcheol had taken you on your first date), and the restaurant held plenty of the many happy memories you and seungcheol had made over the years. obviously, seungcheol wasn’t particularly keen on revisiting them today, but he didn’t want to seem more pathetic than he already felt, so he shut up and pretended everything was fine.

that didn’t last long, evidently.

“why don’t you just call her? she’s obligated to answer, now that she’s working on jihoon’s situation, right? ask to schedule a meeting with her or something,” jeonghan said, sipping on his glass of prosecco.

“and what reason could i give her for a meeting? that jeon dude already asked me anything he could about jihoon, so i can’t use anything about the case,” seungcheol mumbled. “and saying i wanna discuss the clear unresolved feelings left between us is guaranteed to get her to hang up on me.”

joshua, who had been intently listening to seungcheol’s whines, suddenly perks up, grabbing seungcheol’s shoulder. “cheol, didn’t you mention jeon said he still had some interviews lined up after lunch time?”

seungcheol frowned. “yeah? what difference does it make?”

“well, dumbass, if Y/N was in fact at PLEDIS all this time, that means that she’s probably in one of the conference rooms on the same floor as him. and since most staff clock out at 5 p.m., i’d say you still have about half an hour to go back, find her, and talk to her. like you said you wanted,” joshua explained pointedly, giving seungcheol a look that screamed you have to do it or else i will hurt you.

joshua was right. how could he have been so stupid, to completely overlook what wonwoo had mentioned off-handedly at the end of their meeting. he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you and wonwoo had split up to cover more ground in collecting testimonies, and now he was at risk of completely missing his chance to see you, unless he hauled ass to PLEDIS immediately.

seungcheol shot up from his seat, quickly gathering his things and throwing his credit card on the table, before dashing for the front door. “you guys are the best! lunch is on me!” he shouted, before taking off running.

jeonghan and joshua look at each other, before bursting into giggles. jeonghan sighs, “i need them to resolve this issue before the wedding, really. i won’t be able to handle it if seungcheol mopes around during the whole ceremony.”

joshua cooed, rolling his eyes. “you simply can’t rush love, babe,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to his lover’s cheek.

jeonghan rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the spreadsheet full of wedding prep details laid out on the table. a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes, as he turned to look at joshua. “so, my dear joshuji, how about lilies for the flower displays?”

“JEONGHAN, I SAID NO!”

nine months ago

when you and seungcheol arrived at IL GRATO, jeonghan and joshua were already inside, patiently waiting at the table they had booked for your party of four, wearing two oddly calm smiles on their faces.

to say you and seungcheol weren’t suspicious at all would be a lie.

jeonghan had called earlier that week to invite the two of you on a double date that weekend – which wasn’t unusual, since the four of you had been going on dates like these since forever  – but what had put you and seungcheol on edge was the ‘news’ jeonghan mentioned he and joshua had to share.

you and seungcheol had been going through a rough patch in the past two weeks, and this fact wasn’t unknown to your group of friends. the two of you were not the type to air out your dirty laundry, so for your friends to notice the growing tension between you meant that things were truly going badly. even though neither you or seungcheol had verbalized this to each other, you were both worried that tonight’s double date was just a cover up for an intervention, aimed to make you and seungcheol work through whatever it was bothering you two. jeonghan and joshua were seungcheol’s oldest and closest friends, and they never shied away from confronting seungcheol (and you, after you were welcomed into their friend group), especially when it came to his well-being, both physical and mental. you had been preparing your defense all week, just in case they decided to bring the situation up (and you also realized how desperately you needed a break from work).

after settling in and exchanging common pleasantries about your lives and work, the four of you put in your orders (jeonghan ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu, much to yours and seungcheol’s surprise), and after the waiter brought the drinks along, you decided to bite the bullet and ask the question that had been bothering you all week.

“so, you two said you had some news to share, right?”

jeonghan and joshua exchange a secretive look, and you only just notice the blush that seems to grace their faces. they looked like teenagers in love. you couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of envy.

“i guess there’s no reason to beat around the bush…” joshua said, looking again towards jeonghan.

“we’re getting married!” the other continues, leaning back into his seat to throw an arm around joshua, grinning from ear to ear.

silence falls over the table, as you and seungcheol drink in jeonghan’s revelation. you jump out of your seat, genuine excitement and joy overtaking you, as you walk around the table to hug and congratulate the two men. a string of high-pitched ‘oh my gods’ leave your lips, gaining the attention of a few other restaurant patrons, but you honestly couldn’t care less, too happy for your dear friends to pay attention to them.

as you make your way back to your seat, holding tightly onto joshua’s hand, you notice that seungcheol was eerily quiet, silently watching his friends, his eyes wide and unblinking. you lay a hand onto his arm, squeezing. “cheol… aren’t you going to say something?” you whisper.

that seems to snap him out of his daze, a gasp escaping him, before his hands come up to cover his face. you, joshua, and jeonghan exchange a concerned look, completely blindsided by seungcheol’s unexpected reaction, since he was as one of jeonghan and joshua’s loudest supporters (he had been betting on the two of them getting together since they were teenagers). but before either of you can say something else, seungcheol looks up, unshed tears swimming along his lash line.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “i just can’t… believe… that neither of you told me! you traitors! you were planning to get engaged and i just find out at the same time as everyone else?” seungcheol pouts, his dramatics leaving the rest of you in tears.

“hey! what is that supposed to mean?” you tease, trying to calm your laughter down.

“no offense, baby, but me and the boys? we have history,” seungcheol winks, before turning back to his friends. “which means i should have priority to all life-changing news in your lives!”

the table falls into laughter once again, before jeonghan and joshua proceed to give you and seungcheol all the details he was claiming they had been keeping away from him. the rest of the evening goes like this, drinks and food shared around, and you almost forget about whatever problems your own relationship has been having, too busy reveling in the love radiating from the couple in front of you.

that night, on the drive home, you and seungcheol fall into comfortable silence, a first in the past weeks. you don’t know if it’s the buzz from the alcohol you drank, or the crooning voice of whatever singer was playing on the radio, but you can’t help but look over to seungcheol’s side, your eyes glancing over the side of his face. he was so handsome, cheeks blushed and hair messy from tonight’s laughter. you wanted to lean over and run the tips of your fingers over the edges of his face, pour everything you couldn’t say into just one touch. please forgive me, just trust me…

“what’s the staring for?” seungcheol speaks, and you whip your head around, looking out the window on your side.

“ah, i wasn’t staring!” you mumble, feeling your face grow hot. “was just thinking… about tonight.”

he smiles, briefly glancing your way. “me too,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

a beat passes before seungcheol speaks up again. “when we get married, what would you want our wedding to be like?”

your heart swells when you realize he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if,’ but you can’t help but tease him a little bit. “‘when?’ i haven’t even said ‘yes’ yet, cheollie,” you smirk, turning your face towards him again.

evidently, seungcheol catches onto your little joke, but he plays into it. “emphasis on ‘yet’, baby. now answer the question!”

“okay, okay,” you chuckle. “well, i think i’d like something small… just our closest family and friends… maybe somewhere outside the city, like in the countryside, something like that,” you say decidedly, already daydreaming about all the possibilities.

“what about the beach? i think a beach wedding would be so cool… do you think your mom would let us have it at her beach house?” seungcheol says, an excited glimmer evident in his eyes.

he completely misses how your face falls at the mention of your mother, but you quickly mask it by nonchalantly agreeing with him. “i don’t see why not, she would probably love that…”

the rest of the drive goes by fast, the two of you bantering over silly wedding things like flowers, color palettes, and music selection (obviously), before you finally arrive home. inside, you both move lazily, drunk on love – or the leftover champagne in your systems – slowly undressing, stealing kisses, exchanging giggles and tantalizing looks… for the first time in weeks, you feel a sense of peace cover you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind assuring you that everything was going to be alright, and you embrace the feeling, falling into seungcheol as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

just as you’re about to fall into bed, your phone starts ringing from the floor of the bedroom, and at first you ignore it, too caught up in the feeling of seungcheol’s mouth against you, but the noise is insistent, and cheol detaches from you with a groan, urging you to see who’s bothering you in the middle of the night.

seungcheol can’t see the name on your screen, but when you tell him it’s your mom, he motions for you to take the call – she wouldn’t call this late unless there was an emergency, after all – but much to his surprise, you shuffle to find a shirt to put on, before you leave the room to take the call. from the bedroom, he can only hear muffled snippets of your conversation, and the tone of your voice is too ambiguous for him to guess how the talk is going.

when you come back, he doesn’t bring up the fact that you’d never gone to another room to take a call before. ever.

as soon as the clock on the wall reads 5 p.m., you bring the final interview you had scheduled for the day to an end, and as you say your goodbyes to the woman from the marketing department, wonwoo walks into the conference room, struggling to balance a stack of papers in his hands. you rush towards him, picking up part of the papers.

“woah, are these all the testimonies from your part of the staff?” you question, marveling at the size of the stack wonwoo brought in.

“yeah, crazy, isn’t it? i still can’t believe so many people came forward for this guy,” wonwoo replies, setting down his shoulder bag on the table. his shoulders seem tense, a whole day sitting at a desk clearly taking a toll on him.

“well, he’s clearly appreciated. everyone who i talked with only had good things to say about him,” you say nonchalantly, flicking through the papers, trying to pretend like you weren’t already aware of jihoon’s stellar reputation. each piece of paper seemed to be a reformulation of what the previous person mentioned, everybody mentioning similar qualities and compliments regarding him.

after you and wonwoo go over the information you both collected today, making a game plan for the next steps that needed to be taken, you both gather your things to finally go home for the day, exhaustion setting in. although the day hadn’t been particularly stressful, the possibility of bumping into seungcheol had caused you much more anxiety than usual, and you honestly couldn’t wait to get out of here and finally be able to breathe normally.

as you wait for the elevator – which seems to be taking its sweet time, moving in slow motion to the seventh floor – you hear wonwoo mumble under his breath, before he lets out an “oh, fucking hell.” ever the proper gentleman, he catches himself, and swiftly apologizes for his choice of words.

you chuckle, waving your hand to dismiss his unnecessary apology. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m missing some documents… i think i left them in the room i was in this morning, i’ll go after them. you go ahead and get going, i don’t want to hold you back any longer,” he explains, already turning around to head for the conference room.

“are you sure? i don’t mind wa–”

“i’m sure! go, you deserve to rest,” he shouts, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

you sigh, shaking your head, but appreciating the gesture nevertheless. the elevator bell dings, and the doors open to reveal an empty cabin. you breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful for the silence. you press the button for the ground floor, and close your eyes, leaning against the back wall of the elevator, hoping to ease the sting that came from staring into a computer screen for a whole day.

your peace and quiet is short-lived however, as the elevator only manages to go down to the sixth floor before stopping again. you sigh, preparing yourself for the onslaught of tired employees who were most likely rushing to get home as well. however, when you open your eyes, there’s only one other pair staring into yours, and you feel all the air inside your lungs dissipating, leaving you breathless.

seungcheol is standing in front of you, wearing an equally speechless look on his face. the two of you stare at each other, almost as if you’re scared to move, in fear of disrupting the karmic force that brought this moment upon you even more. you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, feeling completely unprepared for this situation. you’d thought you were finally out of the woods, that you’d be able to go home in peace and not think about the case, about cheol, about anything anymore, at least for tonight.

clearly, the universe had other plans for you.

seungcheol seems to snap out of his daze when the doors of the elevator start to close again, his arm shooting out to stop them and finally stepping inside. as the doors close behind him and the elevator resumes its course downwards, you suddenly feel like the cabin is ten times smaller than it was a few moments ago, your body instinctively moving to one of the corners of the elevator. seungcheol naturally takes over the corner opposite from you, and you can feel his eyes on you with every step he takes.

you can’t fucking breathe, and you can’t believe he still has such a hold over your body.

“hi.”

“hi.”

you both say it at the same time, and under different circumstances, the two of you might’ve erupted in giggles at the coincidence. in this moment, however, the tension between you is so palpable, it’s almost constricting.

“how’s jihoon’s case going?” seungcheol asks, and you feel almost grateful for him taking the initiative to fill the silence.

“it’s good, yeah. we had a productive day, gathered a lot of info,” you say, clearing your throat. why were you being so goddamn awkward?

seungcheol nods, humming, silence filling the space once again. you dared to sneak a glance in his direction, noticing his furrowed brows and pursed mouth. four months could not erase everything you learned about cheol in four years, and you immediately recognized his ‘i’m trying to find the right words’ look. you sigh, knowing exactly what’s inevitably coming, so you decide to put seungcheol out of his misery.

“seungcheol,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. your eyes meet in the quiet of the elevator. “just ask me. just ask me what’s bothering you. at this point, should we even beat around the bush with each other anymore?”

seungcheol opens his mouth, then decides against it. he shakes his head, sighing, before looking back at you. “i’m not ready to let go yet,” he murmurs.

your voice trembles as you try to keep your tears at bay. “cheol… why are you doing this? i mean, why are you doing this to yourself?! things haven’t been working out between us for months, and i– i was terrible to you! you should let me go, why can’t you just… leave me alone?”

seungcheol’s eyes widen, an almost crazed glint appearing behind them. “leave– leave you alone? are you fucking kidding me?” his voice rises in volume, as he takes a few steps closer. “i can’t leave you alone, because i gave you four years of my fucking life, yeah? and in those years i learned all there is to know about you. unless everything you’ve ever told me was just an act, i’ve learned how to tell when you’re lying, and i’ve learned how to tell when you’re struggling, and you know what? you’re doing both right now!”

your hands start shaking, frustration bubbling inside your chest. “i don’t need you looking out for me, alright? i can take care of myself! and i’m fine, for your information!”

“bullshit! you’re not fine, and you know why? because for three years, everything was perfectly fine with us, and then all of a sudden last year, something happened, yeah? i don’t know what exactly, because you won’t fucking tell me, but something happened that made you squeamish around me, distant, paranoid, and– and careless! you stopped caring about me, about us!”

“i didn’t stop caring!”  you croaked, your throat raw from holding back your tears. seungcheol’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of your tears finally let loose on your cheeks. “i just… i…”

seungcheol closes the last of the distance between you, standing right in front of you now. “Y/N… baby… if you’re in some sort of trouble, please… just tell me. there’s nothing you could say that could scare me or drive me away. i know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to! please, just… no more lies, please…”

your eyes meet his, the sincerity and love swimming in them bringing even more tears to your eyes. you could just tell him right now, let everything that’s been weighing down on you for the past year spill out all at once… but you can’t. you would never forgive yourself to come in between seungcheol and his work, his dreams… your burdens couldn’t be his burdens. you just can’t allow it.

“cheol… i ca–”

“okay, i need you to take five steps away from her, or i will physically remove you, hyung. no matter that you are older and stronger than me,” comes a voice from your right. in your fight-induced stupor, neither you nor seungcheol had realized that the elevator had reached the ground floor, the doors opening to reveal one of your favorite people on earth.

thank god for boo seungkwan.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Date night

Warnings: violence

They were nervous that Sam wasn’t actually gonna show up to the date since they knew that she wasn’t easy to trust someone after the events of her ex boyfriend being a literal backstabber. They were in the movie theater waiting for her to show up before they went in. They already bought popcorn and two sodas

Luckily Sam wanted to show up early to the film, so there was a lot of time to spare before the movie actually started. They get a text, but their hands were too full to even check their phone. They didn’t think it was from Sam, since they knew she’d have an idea of the state of their hands at the moment

Next they get a call, which makes them embarrassed. They decide to set down the drinks and the large popcorn at the area where there’s straws and salt/butter to add more of it to the popcorn. Once it was all sat down, they quickly took out their phone to see that an unknown number texted them a picture of them standing by themselves at the theater

The number now calls again since the person knew that they were paying attention now. They decided to not answer the phone, which makes the movie theaters phone go off instead. This freaks them out now as they now decide to call Sam. Once she answers she told them that she was on here way

“Sam I need to tell you something before you get here” they start, which makes her worried. “What’s wrong?” She asked in a worried tone. “Some random number just sent me a picture of myself standing with the large popcorn in my hands with the drinks as well. I’m scared Sam” they say as they begin to shake

Sam’s eyes widened as she now felt worried for their safety. She could hear another person talking on their side, and it was a person arguing that he didn’t know a person with that name to a person on the other line who was clearly using a voice modifier to sound like GhostFace. You didn’t have to be there to know what the person on the other lines voice sounded like with what they’ve told Sam

“Listen dude-“ “no you listen here Brian. You know exactly who I’m talking about. They’re associated with the Sam bitch who killed an innocent man. Do you know how awful that is?” The person on the other side asked Brian. “I don’t actually know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’ve seen way too many Stab films. I’m gonna fucking hang up now”

“How smart. Let’s see how far that’ll get you Brian” the person on the other side hangs up now, which makes the worker relieved that that asshole had finally hung up. Brian looks at them as they were speaking to Sam. “Stay calm, okay? I’ll be there in no time. You’ll be fine too since why would they try killing you in front of others?” Sam asked them, which makes them shrug despite her not being able to see it

“Can you stay on the phone until you get here?” They asked as they continued to shake. “Of course. I’m sorry this is how are date night is going” she says, which makes them immediately tell her that it’s not her fault at all. “It’s this assholes fault, okay?” They said, which makes her reply with a soft okay. “This also isn’t the worst date I’ve been on before” she admits with a small smile on her face

“Oh god. What happened?” They asked her as they start biting their nails. “He freaked out when I told him who my father was” she admits, which makes them feel bad. “I’m sorry Sam” they said after they stopped for a moment on biting their nails. “It’s okay. I have you now, and that’s all that matters” she admitted, which makes them smile and blush

The theater went dark all of the sudden, which makes them worried. “Sam… the lights went out” they said out of fear. “I’m almost there, okay?” She says as they heard screams. They hoped it was just from one of the auditoriums, but it sounded way too real for it to be just from a film. They tightened their grip around their phone as their shaking increases

“Sam, I’m so fucking scared right now” they admitted as they now got stabbed into their shoulder. They scream in agony as they now dropped their phone onto the carpeted floor. They turned to see GhostFace right there. GhostFace goes deeper into their shoulder, which makes them scream even more

They kicked GhostFace away, which luckily worked. They take the knife out of their shoulder, but only continued to scream with the add on of profanity’s. They turned to face GhostFace, just to see that they disappeared. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!” They shouted as they look around frantically to make sure they don’t miss the masked individual again

Sam finally made it, but she couldn’t get in. They noticed Sam, and dashed for the entrance immediately. They get stabbed in the other shoulder blade now as they made it to the door. Sam screams and starts crying as she watches helplessly. They managed to also stab the masked person, which makes the person back off

They turned around quicker this time, and killed the masked person this time. Sam watches in shock at their ability to keep going. The only reason why they could keep going was through adrenaline. Once they killed the masked person for sure, they felt weaker now. They collapsed onto the ground as sirens could be heard in the background

***

Sam sat next to them in their Hospital Room. She had her hand in theirs as tears left her eyes. They were passed out due to the amount of blood they lost. Sam looks at their stitches that were on their shoulders now. She felt like this was entirely her fault, but she knew if they were back right now, they wouldn’t agree with her saying that it was her fault

It makes Sam smile as she carefully kisses their knuckles

[takeurexam]

improvise / choi soobin x reader

: choi soobin, the school's student council president, and you, the vice president, get into a fake relationship. but it was meant to be- each of you have a personal issue and need each other for a solution.

: fluff, crazy tension between the two, (almost) kiss scene, fake dating, a little flirty soobin, creep following reader, fem reader, soobin and reader are both seniors and not minors, pretty long oneshot

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality. the idols mentioned here are NOT actually them. and the soobin in this ff is not the actual soobin, just a character. strictly no smut.)

>part two

(soon)

You sigh as you lean over the borders of the bus stop, it has been ten minutes since you've arrived at this stop and it was getting a little dark already. Looking around, there was still no bus at the moment from the past few minutes.

"I should've stayed in the school bus stop, it would've been safer." You sigh as you divert your attention back to your phone, hoping no one was going to kidnap or kill you. But inside, you were scared as hell.

Being the vice president has its own cons. Being a student who commutes on the way home and being the vice president of the student council is not a good thing to clash together. Late afternoon schedules can turn into almost night schedules which can effect your commuting time.

Turning your location on incase something happens, you look over to the road only to see a bus on the way to your stop. You sigh as you pick up your backpack and put it on. The bus finally stops infront of you with a few passengers going down as you wait for them to finish and then go.

But as you make your way to the bus, an unfamiliar running man makes his way over to you, in which you immediately step into the bus a little quicker with a little bit of fear crawling inside you.

Was he trying to reach you? If this bus didnt arrive before he even arrived, what would've happened? Another sigh escapes your lips as you sit down on the available seat, which another person sat beside you on the window side.

Once you sit down fully and get comfortable, you glance a bit to the person sitting beside you, with your eyes widening as you realize who you were sitting beside with.

"Prez?" You murmur as the boy averts his gaze from the window to you. "Oh, hello." He smiles a little as he removes his headset on his ear, "Nice seeing you here." He obviously was a little shy to see someone from school, which what he was known for.

Choi Soobin, the student council president was known for being introverted and less social. He had friends- but just known to be shy. He was kind anyways and you both always meet up because of your roles.

"Do you live in-" You were about to ask him if he lived in the same area with you before you were cut off by a boy's voice, "I've been waiting for you! You werent at the school's bus stop today so I went to the nearest one." The man smiles at you as you recognize who he is. "Taesung?" With his black hood on, his hand on his pockets which he removed to attempt to reach out to you. He was here to beg you to come back to him. Soobin and you pause for a second to look at the guy.

Soobin's mind clicks, "This must be the womanizer of the school i've been hearing about. Vice president's ex boyfriend." He remembers the girls beside him gossiping about how Taesung cheated on his previous girlfriend, which was most likely you.

The mans hand was about to reach you until another hand blocks his hand from reaching you, "Excuse me, who are you?" Soobin might be overthinking it, and acting too much might be risky. He decided to play it low.

The boy was a little suprised at seeing the Student Council's president beside his ex girlfriend, "Prez, let me be. Im her boyfriend." You raised your brow as you felt the panic inside you fuel even more but you kept your composure. Soobin speaks once again, "No, shes not?" You were shaking up a little, which the boy beside you notices.

Taesung scoffs, "And who are you to speak for her, prez?" Soobin dosen't think and answers straight away, "Its because im her real boyfriend, dimwit. She obviously isn't dating you anymore, so go back to your side chick and stay the fuck away." Soobin holds your hand tightly with you looking at him with a raised brow. He signals you to play along as your eyes return back to normal as you lean more into Soobin.

Soobin's loud words causes a commotion which makes people look at you two with your ex, as he walked away without a word left to say.

"Hey, you good?" Soobin whispers and lets go of your hand as you lean away from him as you nod, "Thanks." You whisper back as you breathe heavily. "Its okay, calm down." He rubs your back as you both get comfortable in your seats, "This isn't the first time he's followed me to talk to me about this. He's not weird and I know that, but he's given me enough shit to handle." You were still shaking up a little, which Soobin notices.

"Toxic?" You nod as Soobin understands your situation. Honestly, he wasnt even thinking about this. The 'girlfriend' thing was just an accident, he was just going to fend him off- but judging by seeing you shaking not too long ago, the words just slipped off his mouth out of anger. And he knows this would later on become a problem for the two of you.

You know this is a problem. You were grateful and all from Soobin helping you, but it seems he slipped up a lie that later on would be a big problem for the two of you. You've heard a thing or two about fake dating- and it dosen't always go well. The fear of one having feelings for the other or the fake relationship going too far is just not for you.

"Soobin. You do know this is a problem, right?" He looks at you with a small nod thinking about it as well, "Well, you started it." You shrug at him. He thinks for a while before providing you with an comeplete answer.

The boy hesitates. Hes comepletely aware he's dragged himself into a fake relationship that he needed to maintain. But he could've just left her to be and not fake date; well, he feels the need to be responsible for his actions.

"Can you give me up till tonight to think about it? I'll provide you with an answer once I make it up." He sighs, completely lacking answers in his head. The best he could do is to think about it the whole night.

You can only nod at his answer for now as you both wait for your stops and go home.

Once you two arrive at your stop, both of you wave goodbye and seperate ways with you not even noticing the question you were meant to ask Soobin was answered just now, "He lives in the same neighborhood as me? Woah." You chuckle to yourself as you walkback home, phone in hand.

Soobin is having a hard time deciding. He knows its his fault for dragging himself into your mess so he cant blame you. Its a waste of time, yet a thrill for him. Falling inlove was not for Soobin- and all he was focusing on was getting into a good collage and provide his families expectations. Dating has never crossed his mind ever.

He has a wealthy family- and the possibility of him getting into an arranged marriage is not low once he grows up. His parents already expect so much from him so dating really has not crossed his mind.

But a part of him says yes- the thrill and him having new adventures would be fun as well. He sighs and shrugs off the thought for now as he stands up from his bed to grab a glass of water downstairs to cure his thirst.

He notices the light of his parent's room was still lit, and he hears the voice loud and clear; he cant help but swoop in the conversation between them secretly.

"Dont you think our son needs a wife soon?" He can hear his father speak, and he could already assume what they were planning.

"If he dosent introduce someone to us before he graduates, its going to be embarassing for our company to have no connections." His mother speaks coldly.

"Give him time. Then we'll initiate that."

Soobin didnt even want to listen in between their conversation anymore. He hated this about his parents- expecting so much from him. Even something decent would make them think about putting him up to adoption. They fed him love, yet a single mistake would make them abandon him.

A sigh escapes his lips as he finishes gulping down his water.

Then he realizes.

He already has the answer for your offer.

You never knew that being late had people looking at you alot. Unusually alot. "Why are people looking at me so much? Whats the problem anyways." You raise a brow as you continue making your way over to the Student Council meeting room. The halls were filled with students, and some of them catching glances at you.

Once you open the door to the room, you were greeted with scattered officers around the room, a little confused, you head on over to the secretary. "Hey, I thought the meeting started?" You ask the secretary.

"Soobin isn't here yet, but you should call him." She winks as you stand their confused. "Huh?" You shake your head off and forget about her suspicious behavior as you call Soobin for your meeting.

He then picks up shortly after a while, "Hello?" His deep morning voice greets you as you sigh, "Where are you? The meeting starts in-" You pause to check your clock, "Ten minutes." Soobin chuckles as you can hear him sipping something. "What are you doing?"

"Drinking coffee. I'm on my way, just wait. Arrange them for me, will you?" He was weird today as well. Why is his way of words so different today? Why is everyone weird today? You just slept in for thirty minutes and the side effects are the students going crazy or something.

"Everyone, the meeting will start soon in about a few minutes. Please go to your designated seats while we wait for the president." Everyone assembles to their seats as you sit down in yours and wait for Soobin to arrive. The room was pretty big- with a large long table with chairs around and one in the front for Soobin.

All of them murmur to each other while giggling and some just whispering or making remarks about whatever they were talking about. Did a rumor spread again? Then you should've asked one of your friends for the tea.

The door finally opens and the President finally arrives. Everyone stands up including you to greet each other a good morning before settling down and waiting for Soobin to sit down.

He made his way over to his chair but he stops on his tracks when he was exactly at your spot, he leans over to you from behind your chair, tapping your shoulder. "Hey, did you eat yet?"

Everybody erupts in "oohs!" as you sit there absolutely dumbfounded and confused, "I did?" You murmur as Soobin smiles and ruffles your hair as he goes to sit down to his chair. He was definetely acting weirder than everyone. Is he doing drugs?

"Well, good morning everyone. We'll discuss about the upcoming intramurals this year since we are now responsible for this year's arrangements. I will assign everyone with work and make sure it is done correctly." Some nod as you all start organizing some papers.

"Me and the Vice president will be handling the team members, arrangements and names." The officers whisper to each other as some people look at you two teasingly as you sit there oblivious.

"Kai and Taehyun for announcements, Vernon for schedules, and Sullyhoon and Bae for decoration planners. The others will be helping in the decorations, and for the representatives- please announce to your grades about the planned event once we finish." Soobin was very serious about his work as President of the Student Council. He wasnt the smartest of the school yet he had great potential of being a student leader.

"Since classes are canceled for now because of preparation, please get announcements and schedules done by lunch. You all can work on it now. Thank you." Soobin dissmisses the meeting as everyone walks over to help each other, you then walk towards him.

The boy smirks as you look at him with a weird look, "Soobin, you know, everyone's acting weird today." You cross your arms as you look around the room, "Is there a rumor im not updated about? Is it an issue that im late?"

Soobin was about to answer before one of the officers barge in between you two, "Hi! Congrats to you two." They shake both you and Soobin's hands as you stand there puzzled. "Eh?" You squeak.

"For being together, silly! You guys are cute!" The officer leaves you two as you stand there speechless with Soobin grinning ear to ear, "Soobin, what the hell did you do?" You glare at him.

"I told you, i'll provide you with an answer." You then connect the dots together, "Oh! That." You laugh, as your laugh soon turns back into a glare, "Was telling everyone necessary? How did it even spread so fast?!"

"Remember, im followed by almost the whole school. Maybe saving a photo of yours from your social media and hard launching you to the public was my answer?" He laughs. "Oh also, I texted about you about the picture. You werent replying so I just did it."

You rub your temples together as Soobin laughs his ass off as you stood there in a frenzy. "You really are crazy." You sigh.

"Anyways, lets get this done for now." He pulls out a list of students and another list for the teams. "Lets be done by lunch, okay? Lets just sit here and type in our work." You nod as you both work on the arrangements.

"Are you done?" He glances over to you, "Yep, we just need to print this out and we're done for today's preparation." You save the file and close your laptop.

Soobin checks his watch, "Lets head over to the cafeteria? My treat." You knew what he was planning as he just looked at you with a smirk, as you nod along with a sigh.

"Hey, Huening!" Soobin calls out, "We're just going out for recess! We'll be back!" Huening Kai flashes him a thumbs up as you two exit the meeting room. The students roaming around the hall lay their eyes on you as they all whisper to each other.

"Word really spreads fast." You murmur to the boy beside you. His lips curl into a smirk as he looks at you, "Do you give me consent to improvise?" You looked a little confused but just nod at whatever he was trying to do.

He grabs on your hand as you finally understood what he meant. "I see." You laugh a little as he just smiles back at you. Seeing how the other students reacted, you knew his improvised trick worked.

"Does Taesung know?" You whisper to him, "Well, on how fast it spread around school, im most likely sure that he knows." Soobin whispers back as you nod. "Although, isn't it a little weird we just started doing pda now?"

"No one asked yet, and I have a perfect answer ready." He laughs as you eye him suspiciously, "What is it?" You tilt your head, curious of his answer.

"When someone asks, you'll know." You let him slip off this time. You just shake your head in disapproval as you both make your way to the cafeteria to grab a quick snack.

Even at the cafeteria, the roaming students still acknowledge your prescence and whisper about it. Its a little terrifying how a single post from Soobin can make the whole school into a frenzy this morning. It would soon die out anyways.

You do acknowledge one person's prescence. Her eyes lay on the two of you as she scoffs. "Who is the girl scoffing at us?" You whisper to Soobin as you two line up in the cafeteria.

"Oh? Isn't that Julie?" He answers. You chuckle, "Is she Taesung's new chick?" You assume from her behavior, and you've been hearing rumors about Taesung having another girlfriend once he left you.

"Most likely." He laughs it off as you two finally arrive in front of the line, Soobin looks at you and asks, "What do you want? My treat." He smiles, as his dimples poke out.

"Just some juice and candy would do." You smile back as he nods and he paid for the food. He gives you your requested items as you two step out of the line.

Walking back to the Student Council hall, you notice a fuss in the hallway. You and Soobin look at each other before going there to check it out.

Julie stood there, resisting her friends grip, and holding her back from pulling another girl's hair, which you couldn't understand the situation clearly at first glance.

But it seems that they were arguing about something and the other girl might've said quite bad to Julie which triggered her.

You were about to reach out to Soobin, but when you look beside you, it was empty. You look back at the two girls to see that Soobin had pulled them away.

"Go to the guidance office, the two of you. Belle and Haneul, please guide them there." Belle and Haneul were both Student Councilor officers, which were also Julie's friends. On the other hand, you didn't recognize the other girl. You were quite curious about why they were fighting, but no one was batting an eye on it.

One of the other Student Council members whisper something to Soobin, in which he nods to.

Soobin then returns beside you as he murmurs, "Fought about Taesung. Found out he had another side chick while he was dating Julie. She found out by that girl, Giselle, and she threw a fit denying it."

"Thats wild." You laugh as you both make your way to go to the meeting room once again. "Good thing I left him. I dont even know why I even dated him in the first place." You chuckle.

"Why did you?" He asks, as his gaze set on you, "Im curious."

"I think it was because I had the 'I like bad boys' mindset and I thought I was special. Which was very wrong." You just laugh it out, "Two weeks into the relationship, I realized I was being stupid and broke up with him. But its so weird how he cant let go?" You mumble the last part out.

Soobin thinks for a while, "Maybe you really were special." He pauses for a while as he probably was forming his next words carefully, "I cant blame him. Who wouldn't be sad if they broke up with you?" You notice a little smirk forming on his lips.

You feel a little tingle inside you as you feel your ears getting a little red, "Is he seriously teasing me?" You brush it off as you blink, "Dont be silly." You reply quietly as he just chuckles. You just hope the little butterflies fluttering around would stop soon.

You two return back at the meeting room as everyone seemed to be done with their task. All they needed was to execute it and print some of the announcements.

"Girl! Spill everything!" Your best friends, Yuqi and Soyeon scooch over beside you. "Breaking news- Choi Soobin, Student Council President and the Vice President dating each other!" Yuqi recites in a melodramatic way. You three sat down the bench outside to spill out some tea.

"But seriously, when?" Soyeon bites her fries in hand as he looks at you, "Its out of the blue."

You clear your throat, "Well-" You pause as you remember something, "You can ask Soobin himself. He's a little better at explaining than me." You grin as the two girls sigh, dissapointed.

Soobin had an explination in mind without telling you- so telling other people a lie different from Soobin's lie would be messy as hell. It would be better for him to explain instead than you would.

"Well, we're gonna go all in." Yuqi slams her hand on the table, "All in it is!" She shouts with a few people looking at her weirdly.

"All in?" You tilt your head, a little confused at her words.

"What Yuqi means is, Soobin and you will be interrogated soon." Soyeon translates Yuqi's chaotic wording as you nod, a little worry growing inside you and pity for Soobin. Yuqi nods as she confidently smiles, but it feels as if they were planning something quite terrifying.

Soyeon questions, "Have you heard of the fight recently between Julie and Giselle?" You nod as she grips her chin with her fingers, "So Taesung is still an asshole, it seems." She adds.

"Soobin's better." Yuqi throws the grape she packed into her mouth, crushing it. "My friend used to date him; he's a green flag, I must say. Although, they broke up because of how busy they both were." Yuqi suddenly blurts out with your eyes widening, "He dated someone before?"

The two girls laugh, as Yuqi answers, "They used to be a famous couple at school. But they were like juniors way back then, and the girl already moved on, same with Soobin."

"Who's the girl?" You feel a little sting inside your heart, but you ignore it- taking it as a feeling of feeling left out, but you knew that was far from what you really felt deep down inside you. And you wont admit what it was- ever. Your voice broke a little as they noticed.

"Aww, shes jealous." Soyeon laughs, "You can ask Soobin himself, so you wont feel jealous." She pats your back as Yuqi pats it as well.

You hear your phone ring, with Soobin's display name and his face on your screen. You excuse yourself from the girls as you three had something to do. You swipe the phone to the right and answer the call.

"Hello?" You speak first.

"Hey. We were called over to the meeting room, but I was going to wait for you before going in." The voice you've been talking about ago finally fills in your ears- and you feel somewhat a ounce of joy.

"Okay, I'm on my way, where are you?"

Walking to the said location Soobin mentioned, you finally see Soobin from a far distance.

You set your eyes on Soobin, observing him for a while from a far distance as you see the crowd blurring- seeing no one but him. The sound of your heartbeat can only be heard across your ears as you look at him, observing him. You resist- but you just cant help it.

He looked at his watch wrapped around his wrist, as he fixed his uniform, dusting off anything that could make him look unpleasent. He had no glasses on, but his eyes were covered instead by his hair. He brushes it off as you dont even blink to prevent missing a small detail.

Fearing that he might notice you staring, you snap back into reality and walk over to him, fixing your composure.

"Lets go?" You arrive infront of him as he lights up, nodding. "Lets go."

You two were near the meeting room, as you push open the room with Soobin trailing behind you. The room was suspiciously empty as you look around to see a sign of someones prescence.

"No one's here? Are they late?" You cross your arms. Soobin replies, "Maybe. Lets just-"

The door suddenly locks as you hear someone meddle with the lock, with some keys jingling. "What the hell!" You and Soobin shout in unison as you both attempt to try and open the door.

"Did the janitor not see us enter?" You let go of the door as you look for the backup key placed in the room. It was nowhere to be found. You searched every corner- even the floor and the walls incase they were there. Soobin double checked the areas you searched, sadly, it wasn't there.

"How about I call someone?" Soobin asks, "I forgot about that, you call." You sigh as you thought you've finally found a solution to the problem at hand. Soobin dials Taehyun's number as he waits for it to ring.

But you comepletely forgot something. It was rehersals for the intrams and- "Rehersals." You mutter under your breath, "What?" Soobin looks at you as the phone rings. It was rehersals, and the teacher leading it was Mr. Jeonghan, known to be strict and can behead someone if he wants to. If Soobin was to call Taehyun- the poor boy would be scolded and you wouldn't want that. Mr. Jeonghan isn't really.. nice.

"Turn that off!" You immediately shout to Soobin as he looked startled and ended the call. "You almost got Taehyun killed." You sigh as you feel the urge to slam your head on the table.

"Huh?" He perhaps didn't hear about who was leading today. Anyone in the school would know about Mr. Jeonghan's terrifying attitude, and getting in trouble would equal to the world ending.

"Mister Jeonghan was leading rehersals, Taehyun would've died." You laugh as Soobin realizes and laughs along with you.

"Is everyone at rehersals?" You ask, as you remember Soobin organizing rehersals for the afternoon.

"Every single... student." He quietly responds as you feel yourself sink into the chair you sat in.

You both were locked in a room where in the lock was outside of the room. It was completely stupid- but when you asked the teachers why, they said it was 'to prevent from students skipping meetings and any unknown plans to emerge' which was clearly impossible. The ones who have the keys are you, Soobin and the janitor. You and Soobin's keys were surrendered to the teachers for now.

Looking at the man beside you, he looked quite calm as he looked around the room, before he noticed you looking at him.

"Save your eyes for looking for the key, not for looking at me." He chuckles as you snap out and divert your gaze somewhere else.

"I was just zoning out." You roll your eyes with Soobin just giggling his butt off.

But your gaze cant help but stay at the boy sitting down beside you. He looked awfully attractive right now, with his lips coated in pink, his cute nose, and his eyes covered by his slightly wet from sweat hair, he looked like everything that can be described as attractive.

You feel your ears go red as you stare at him, taking in his beauty into your mind and think, how you've never found this man this beautiful in the past.

He feels your stare, and he feels like he should return it. The room was silent- but the tension was loud. He couldn't think of a solution on how go get out with you looking at him so dearly.

"Fuck it," His demons couldn't hold him back anymore, as his arm snaked around your back, pushing you gently towards him as he leans over, with his one hand on your back and one on the table, as he aimed at you.

The feeling you felt not so long ago returned- everything blurred out except for the man right infront of you, as he leaned closer and closer, in a teasing pace.

He looks overly confident, based on his face. You never know what he's thinking, can the two of you even think straight with this current situation?

You were about to aim for his pinkish lips- the cute ass lips he had as he leaned in closer, with his two other hands sliding onto your waist as you two closed the distance between the both of you even more, but not enough to fully close it.

Not even hearing the door unlocking, with the loud key's jingling, due to the fact you two were lost in the moment, you hear someone scream as you two pull away from your closed distance.

"AAAAAAH!" You see Huening Kai doing his dolphin scream, with Taehyun standing in the door with the keys in hand, jaw dropped seeing his seniors doing something like that.

Soobin's eyes widen as he looks away from you, but his hands remain on your waist as the two juniors walk into the room, closing it as fast as they can.

"Ehem." You two look at Taehyun staring down at Soobin's hand gripping at your hips as Soobin suddenly retreats with Kai becoming pale as the white clouds outside. Your waist feels a little abandoned as Soobin's hands gone as your ears burn red.

"Sorry to mess with your.. uh, business. But you almost got me killed. You better pay for that." Taehyun crosses his arms as you chuckle frantically, "I told you." You nudge Soobin's shoulder as he laughs.

"You two were missing at rehersals, and Mr. Jeonghan is fuming! We saw some girls giggling on the side, which were Vice President's close friends and we assume they did 'all in' to the two of you." Taehyun adds, with Kai still at the side pale as a ghost.

"So thats what 'all in' meant." You sigh as Soobin sits their awkwardly, still quite embarassed from what happened. "They meant to do that to tease us."

"Anyways, you two were called to Mr. Jeonghan's office, I just pray for the two of you." Kai manages to let out a word.

The two leave you two as there was a shift in the atmosphere. You clear your throat as you stand up, "Lets head to Mr. Jeonghan's office." Soobin nods as you two felt a red hue painted around your faces.

After heading to Mr. Jeonghan's office, you and Soobin share a few fits of laughter as you two escaped the whole mess you two were dragged in.

You scold your two friends, Soyeon and Yuqi as they planned out everything. 'All in' was a thing in the school to tease couples by locking them into a room when they find an opportunity to.

You just hope you could shake off the memory of that incident at the meeting room out of your head.

For the past few days- nothing really changed. Its almost as if nothing ever happened, well, it's better that it remains this way. You dont know whatever possesed you to lean onto him, or whatever made you aim for his lips, you just dont want to know.

It hasn't been awkward between you two, its just what you two have been doing during the first day of the whole 'fake' dating thing.

You liked it, honestly.

"How has practice been lately?" You ask the boy beside you, the one you've been thinking about lately, as he looks at you grinning a little.

"Its alright. Just make sure to come often so you can practice along." The side of his lips curve a little as you nod, thinking about a methood to balance out all your schedules.

Unfortunately, you and Soobin were assigned to the same team, and the boy was unusually active. He joined the yell competition, along with the dance- which is pretty unusual because of his shy behavior.

"Hey, Soobin." You remember something your circle of friends mentioned, they were planning out an outing along with their other friends from other grades, which meant it was a quite large group of people. You remembered your friends asking to tag a friend of yours along, and maybe the boy beside you can.

"Yeah?" He looks at you, willing to listen. "Want to join an outing? I dont know how many people will be there, but its basically people from school and my circle of friends."

He thinks for a while, "Sure. Just text me the details, and maybe i'll pick you up." He flashes a wink towards you as you laugh and nudge him.

The plan resulted into a camping trip, somewhere popular, and quite crowded, but not too much. It was somewhere near a tourist stop by a lake. All of you would stay there for about two days, since it was a weekend.

The amount of people were suprisingly wasn't that large. It was about twelve people, which you didn't expect because people mentioned they would ask alot of people, but it only resulted into bringing twelve people.

"Girl, the meeting place is at the park. How are you gonna go?" Soyeon calls you exactly at 8am in the morning, and the call time was 9:30 in the morning. "Soobin's gonna pick me up." You reply as you pack some stuff for the trip.

"Soobin? How interesting." Her chuckle rings across the phone call. "Anyways, see you soon. Make sure you arrive safe." You two bid farewells as you end the call, and dialing Soobin's number.

It takes about three second before he answers, "Im on my way, no worries." He snickers as you laugh, "Soyeon just called, so I made sure you weren't ditching me."

"I wouldn't ditch you, sweetheart. So just wait, okay?" You giggle, "Okay, okay. Its confirmed." His deep chuckle wakes you up a little as you finish packing.

After a while, Soobin calls ones again telling you he was infront of your house, waiting.

"Good morning." You open the passenger seat as you set your backpack in the side of your feet, "Morning." Soobin replies as he takes a bite of the sandwhich in his hand.

"I pray, Choi Soobin's driving wont cause my death." You clasp your palms together as Soobin laughs, "It wont, I promise." He drives off as you two drive to the meet up place assigned.

On your way, you two cross over a highway, since you live a little far from the city, you have to cross a highway to avoid traffic.

You look at the view from your window, the sight of birds and bodies of water around the road makes you smile a little. You were a little embarassed to ask the boy beside you to roll up the windows so you could take in the fresh air.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, he rolls doen the window, as the smell of the water washes over you as you feel the refreshing winds and hear the birds chirp. The sound of the car and the waves of water sway over along with the air as you hum, satisfied.

"I like to roll my windows when I see a view like this, the fresh air feels nice." Soobin speaks whilist staring at you, before retuning his gaze to focus on the road.

"Agreed." You nod, "Its nice."

The sound of the strong winds as Soobin speeds up hits your ears as you stare at the birds flying around the air, as your hair flew around your face, the cool winds along with the water is enough to make you enjoy this moment.

You trap yourself into your own thoughts, as you feel a little worried. Bringing Soobin meant you had to put up the facade of the two of you being together- and the fear of someone finding out your little secret creeps inside your mind.

You've been wondering too, why did Soobin agree in the first place? Why would he agree to something that could be a bother, or better yet can burden him with a big responisibility? Was it out of pity, or he had an unspoken reason? You can never know what he thinks.

You can never fully understand what Soobin does.

a/n: i love how i went from a short oneshot to a long one LOLLL anyways, pt 2 soon and dont mind if theres typo i didnt proofread this cuz it was so long and i dont know why it is

i feel like they're so rushed, but its like smtn related to desires or something <3 (trying to cope) anyways, tune in for the next partt

until next time, @takeurexam