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i keep saying i'm not going to pay this show any more attention and I keep coming back with more thoughts and i decided to inflict them on all of y'all so here goes
hot take: the brad/hotshots storyline isn't inherently bad. it was entertaining. it was fun and campy, classic 911. i love it when shows get a bit meta. we stay sillay.
however it all falls completely flat, and here's why:
they butchered the main storylines they had set up at the end of s7 â Hen and Karen vs Ortiz (and Gerrard), the 118 vs Gerrard vs Tommy (don't play, they wrote it out with big block letters), Bobby's suicidal ideation, abrupt resignation and relationship conflict with Athena, not to mention NDE. the only storyline they seem to have spent any time on is Eddie and Chris â thank fucking fuck, some good food for Eddie.
they have disregarded previously established side characters in favour of developing Brad Torrence. where the fuck is Ravi? where's Sue, where's Linda? why is Josh only there as a mouthpiece to deliver a cringeworthy self-congratulatory speech praising Ryan Murphy's previous â and still DEEPLY biphobic â work?
the hotshots storyline of 8x07 and 8x08 should have taken place WAY later in the season: only after spending time giving their existing characters and relationships the focus they so sorely need.
Hen and Karen and their struggles with Mara being with Chimney and Maddie â where was the conflict between Hen and Chimney? blink and you miss it in 8x01. why was everything wrapped up so fucking quickly in 8x04? the pacing of that episode was INSANE. they could have drawn it out until the mid-season finale, and ended it on a positive note of Mara coming home.
Maddie and Chimney have had almost nothing all of 8a â what looked like a conversation about family planning, addressing their past issues, deciding to stick together and make it work this time, it was building up to something so good â and it crumbled before my eyes with the accidental pregnancy reveal. because we're dealing with teenagers who don't know how birth control works, not two grown adults in their 40s with a history of PPD. be so for fucking real.
and then: why bring back a homophobic, racist, sexist character, have him act EXACTLY like his old self â including throwing a subtle slur at his old subordinate who's just come out of the closet â and then reduce him to a cartoonish villain â did they perhaps realise that bringing back Gerrard was a big mistake? that no one wants to see this type of villain anymore? that his return undercut the justice of him getting fired by the LAFD for his bigoted behaviour? much to ponder.
Athena and Bobby nearly died, they lost their house in a fire (hello? ptsd flashbacks? no? okay.), then Athena nearly died AGAIN, but we don't need to linger on any of this. back to work, you two. Bobby, you get your firehouse back. Athena, back to doing bad cop shit, i guess. (they had a nice relationship moment with the house hunting and deciding to build etc in 8x04, and that's about it).
Buck had a consistent storyline between 8x01 - 8x04: struggling being under Gerrard, getting to work with Bobby again, and finally getting his captain back on a permanent basis. then we got 8x05 with Tommy â an episode dedicated on the intimacy and depth of their relationship â which they then completely fucked it up in 8x06. yes, the "past connection" reveal was a terribly done messy retcon of the entirety of s1 if you ask me, and a disservice to all three characters: Buck, Tommy, and Abby. the backlash from the GA following the breakup speaks for itself. but they then went to make a big joke of Buck coping with the breakup in 8x07 and 8x08. because we can't be serious about anything, ever. and again â I get it. it's the weewoo show. but don't tell me they haven't previously done well thought-out, touching storytelling. anyway, this got a little derailed because i'm still so fucking salty â the bottom line is, however they butchered Buck's storyline, at least he's had something meaningful.
the only other main that has had a meaningful storyline in 8a is Eddie. they've shown him struggling with being away from Christopher in almost every episode. i can't say i'm a big fan of the way 8x06 went for him (literally. enough with the movie references. tim minear have a fucking original thought for once). but I'm loving where his storyline is headed. that was a good 'cliffhanger' if you will. go back to your roots baby! go reconcile with your son â own up to your mistakes! talk to him about his mother! go to father-son therapy together! -> so much wishful thinking, y'all. we'd be lucky to get 1/10th of this on the show, but whatever.
tldr: no one gives a flying fuck about hotshots or brad because while we love the silly weewoo show, we need something to chew on before you toss us a half-baked dessert. to quote lou ferrigno jr, i am not satisfied.
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Something about this post is bugging me, but every time I to put my finger on it, I feel like the reason slips away. So I think I'll just try to sort through it here and see where that leads me.
Mechanical changes impacting play style makes sense, but I think I question the cause and effect here. Because the rules mentioned that "encouraged the GM to think of monsters as real living creatures", morale and reaction rolls, are things that seem (to me at least) less about making these monsters seem real and more about adding more angles to introduce randomness to random encounters. If a random aboleth shows up while you're walking from point A to point B, a reaction roll is a quick and dirty way to see how they view the players, but it doesn't account for what an aboleth is. Similarly, a morale roll is giving a method beyond the DM just making an arbitrary ruling sans dice. That's not to say that a good DM can't use the roll to breathe some life into an encounter, of course, but I don't know if I would say those rules being removed/put in the flavor rather than made a general rule was a primary contributor to a greater emphasis on combat, or if that was even an intentional design choice.
(as a side note: looking up what reaction rolls actually were were, I stumbled onto a blog about the whole OSR thing in ttrpgs, and decided to go down the rabbit hole for a bit. It seems like a lot of the conclusions being drawn in this post are close to issues raised over there, but they tend to include AD&D2e as a point where the shift happened, making it less a TSR/WotC difference)
Now, if there IS a greater focus on combat in that shift, I think it's probably due to the game getting crunchier over time during that shift. 2e seemed to start it off with a wide variety of optional rules, and 3.x cemented it. But notably, it did this for non-combat as well, which makes me think that it was less a design choice to make things more combat oriented and more to provide comprehensive rules, with combat being the most fleshed out part in service to the whole heroic adventure aesthetic.
I think one of the biggest issues I'm running into is the following point about how encounters have to be these justified forced combat encounters and the dissonance this can provide. I think part of that is because that conclusion just doesn't match up with the reality I was seeing playing 3.x or seeing other people talking about it. Not to say combat wasn't the focus, but plenty of non-combat encounters happened, enemies ran away, scenarios were derailed by roleplay rather than combat, etc. And sure, that's anecdotal, but I think it's relevant. The game does, after all, provide individual sections for monsters giving a basic rundown of what the creature is. Some are more bare-bones than other, but when Archons are listed as "never attacking first, but being easily provoked", that's a pretty clear indicator that forced combat should not be the default assumption. If players ignore that, sure, but that's no different than ignoring reaction rolls imo.
The real difference, I think, is the afforementioned shift from a focus on an open world where the party has more freedom to explore and do whatever they want while the world happens around them, to a focus on more structured narratives where the players are characters in a story that is unfolding around them. Its a shift away from "well the dice say there's an aggressive dragon swooping in, have fun with that" towards "I planned out the encounter you're gonna run into between startersville and plotlandia". That also kinda follows from the idea of encounter balance. Having a random dragon swoop in on a third level party isn't a balanced encounter unless the DM goes out of their way to make it one, but that takes more time and prep than rolling a few dice and opening to a statblock can account for. And yes, planned encounters like this can, if done poorly, just be a shooting gallery of forced fights with thin justifications. It could also be well crafted encounters where you could talk down the goblins instead of fighting by opening trade negotiations.
The play style that the difference in design encourages isn't so much "fight all the things vs treat your enemies like actual living things" as it is "how structured do you want this game to be", which is ultimately value-neutral. And the moral disconnect about what you're fighting seems like an entirely separate thing from that. Neither style inherently encourages or discourages that, and it feels uncharitable to say that WotC-era d&d is more skewed to be morally uncomplicated than TSR-era.
So there is a pretty clear shift in playstyle between TSR D&D and WotC D&D: for better and for worse, D&D 3e introduced the idea of encounter balance, de-emphasized mechanics that had previously encouraged the GM to think of the monsters as real living creatures (reaction rolls, morale, etc.), and it had the effect of making D&D a much more combat-focused game. D&D has always been a game that's opinionated about combat, it's basically the most expressive and detailed form of play regardless of edition, but combat in the TSR editions was not exactly zoomed in and tactical. The WotC editions purposefully made combat zoomed in, granular, and tactical.
And this has had an effect on playstyle: since combat is now the main form of player expression what players actually want is for their characters to get into combat. Because combat is the most fun part of the game. But the game has also changed from the largely amoral dungeon-crawling game into a game of fantasy heroics (even though a lot of the trappings of the amoral dungeon-crawling still remain, which contributes to the dissonance), so you can't just have the player characters going into combat for the sake of it. That would frame the player characters as kind of Fucked Up, and we can't have that in our supposedly heroic fantasy.
What you end up with is a variety of contrivances like "they're bandits," "they're cultists," or, my all-time favorite, "they attacked first" to make the action seem morally justifiable, even though gameplay is still motivated by a desire to fight. The monsters fight to the death and, importantly, can often not be reasoned and negotiated with, partly because combat is supposed to be the fun, engaging part everyone is here to do, but also because if they actually acted like reasonable people it could cause dissonance with the whole "the player characters are the goodest heroes."
As my friend @tenleaguesbeneath once called it: what is actually going on is that the player characters are hunting people and monsters who have been programmed to fight to the death and never negotiate for sport, while justifying it as self-defence.
It's a simple power fantasy, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Sometimes you want to play a morally uncomplicated game about killing guys with cool magic swords. But I think it's also fun to think about what the specific types of monsters players end up fighting reveals about Society the invisible, unexamined ideology lying under the surface that the designers of even modern D&D have failed to examine. And to me it often reads like a frontier justice fantasy. None of that is to detract from anyone's joy of the game, and for me it's just fun to think about and post about this stuff while Still Enjoying the Game, but if someone expressing that opinion makes you feel uncomfortable, why? That's pretty silly imo.
#i cant help but feel like i might have misread some of the conclusions the OP made#but i cant see any other way to read it atm#amusingly enough though the game i remember playing in that was mostâand now you fight to the death unless you the player choose to fleeâ#was a hackmaster game#which afaik is an offshoot of ad&d#âfight these wererat cultists because theyre eeeeevilâ#along the way we fought all sorts of stuff#and had very little opportunity to do stuff that wasn't fighting every encounter we had#still had a good time ofc#just funny that my experience seems to be the exact opposite of what is presented here
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lurkey lurkey
so i had in my mind been like "when the farm season is over i'm gonna get so much done" and also in my mind been like "bitch be real i am going to be decompressing uncontrollably and will achieve nothing" and just as one might have predicted, i have split the difference, spinning wheels wildly and also achieving little.
i did do a final definitive trial of ADHD meds, long put-off because the season was too hectic, and decided that yes, my impression of July was correct, I suck at being medicated LOL
I did start publishing the 150k of incoherent fanfic I started writing in August while insane, and I might keep going on that; there's a small audience but a lovely one
and I really really did take the characters from that fanfic and shove them into a new story and I have written several tens of thousands of words of notes but in the last couple of days I actually think I have begun to write a draft. So.
If anyone is interested in possibly doing some beta-reading, even just cheer-reading, of a draft of an original novel about bisexual tall ship sailors in a solarpunk setting, I should mention that the stay-at-home wife is turning out to be the B-plot heroine (it might actually be the A plot) and the Admiral's sassy gay socialite husband is doing some heavy lifting I hadn't expected, but on the other hand, the children are less onscreen than I'd expected. And I'm not sure where the sex is going to fit in, if at all. But there is still an OT3.
So let me know about that. I'm not quite ready with a shareable draft but I'm two chapters in and cautiously optimistic that this is actually a story. Maybe?
But I'm about to head back to the farm for the turkey processing ordeal, which is a solid week of extremely hard work with a major holiday in the middle with family obligations and then more work immediately afterward, so I don't expect to have time to work on it for a bit. But it's ruminating in there, I promise.
I have a snippet, which is a first-- everything I've written so far I've hated upon rereading, so that's why I think I'm making progress. I've renamed everyone but kept the first names mostly, where I didn't swap genders. This is the opening of chapter 2, so we've already had Technology Backstory With Smart Wifey, and Action Sequence At Sea With Explosions, and now it's time for Character Backstories:
Someone shouted his name from down the street, and Tom laughed aloud, handed his datapad to the mildly alarmed merchant captain walking beside him, and turned, holding his arms out and bracing himself to receive the sudden arrival of thirteen stone or so of Yardley at full velocity. James always jumped and Tom always caught him, that was how it had worked since they were about thirteen, and he spun around to absorb some of the excess velocity and then kissed James soundly on the mouth before setting him down. âAtkins, you fucker,â Yardley said. Heâd knocked both their hats off. He was tan, straight off a run from around the Storms, and had been long-scheduled to meet them here. Constellationâs limping had slowed them down so much they were eight days overdue, so heâd likely been hanging around a while now. âI hear you have a good excuse for being late.â âI donât know that itâs good,â Tom said, retrieving their hats and putting Yardleyâs back on him. Then he realized it was the wrong hat, so he switched them. âBut it couldnât exactly have been avoided.â James grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him again, and it could read as just friendly to a casual observer but Tom knew it was not, and smiled, curling his tongue wickedly but briefly behind Jamesâs teeth before pulling back. James kept hold of his face and frowned. âYou look like shit,â he said. âThanks,â Tom said. âYou look like youâve been lying around Barka drinking and fu--â He rerouted the sentence, remembering they werenât alone. âMaking friends.â âWell,â James said modestly, preening, ânaturally.â
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I'm not sure if they ever gave an official explanation as to why Shadow joined GUN, but I've seen plenty of people say that it's strange he joined the organization that basically ruined his life, and yeah it is weird.
I have come up with a headcanon that explains it though. He joined them to make sure they never do something like they did on the ARK ever again. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer as they say. Not to mention the whole reason that all happened was because GUN wanted him as a weapon. I think he'd be concerned that they might go after his new friends if he doesn't give them the impression that he's under their command.
So he joined, hoping to gain their trust and keep an eye on their activities. Rouge is also in on it, and definitely has hacked into their database to view top secret documents. If they ever find out that GUN is planning another senseless massacre, then Team Dark plans to sabotage it from the inside out.
Not a ShadAmy headcanon specifically, but you could imagine that Shadow would be reluctant to share this information out of fear of being jeopardized. Perhaps it could be used for drama. Have fun writers~!
I really, really like this. Itâs my new favorite explanation for something thatâs always bothered me about this franchise. Thank you!
It doesnât just make sense objectively, it matches Shadowâs experiences perfectly. I often say Shadow would cling to Amy because he knows how easy it is to lose someone, but I love the idea of him taking it in a darker direction, too, picking up on the possibility of another tragedy happening and preemptively taking steps to stop it. I think people see Shadow as rash because heâs so extreme in his actions, but that is careful for him. Those arenât mutually exclusive:
[IDW issues 5 & 6]
Team Dark standing with him is always great, too.
Another thing I like is that it gives Shadow agency. Based on Commander Towerâs behavior at the end of ShTH and his actions in Shadow: Dark Beginnings, Sega seems to want us to believe the Commander is a nice guy whoâs good buddies with Shadow:
âShadow, do you read me? First, I...I want to...apologize, for the other day...actually, I just became a grandfather last week, and I was thinking of maybe having you over.â
Commander Tower, probably: âSowwy I twied to shoot you, uwu. Itâll never happen again! đ„șâ
And, uh...I donât buy that, frankly...but it doesnât seem to me that G.U.N.âs keeping him under their thumb, either. As interesting as that concept would have been, I donât think itâs what Segaâs going for. It lines up better with canon if Shadowâs choosing to stick around for his own ulterior motives. I think having him actively decide to keep G.U.N. close for that reason strengthens his character.
Your headcanon is even stronger now in the wake of Takashi Iizukaâs pre-Shadow Generations interview (which happened after this ask was sent, btw), specifically the question at 3:20:
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(Side note: I have so, so many issues with what he says hereâno other motivation? None at all?! Youâve got to be kidding me! But thatâs a rant for another day.)
This all but confirms that working with them is a choice for Shadow.
It also perfectly demonstrates something that really irks me about Sega: their lack of communication about basic aspects of the charactersâ lives. Most fans speculated for what, almost two decades, about whether a main character is employed or not, and Sega just drops it in a random interview? Not even in a game? Itâs such basic information, yet they didnât tell us for 19 years. And gee, why would we get that impression?
[Archie Sonic Universe issue 1]
Itâs like even the official writers at Archie thought he was a G.U.N. agent. Sega couldnât be bothered to tell them, let alone us. We donât even know where some of these characters live. Itâs kind of silly once you think about it.
Yeah. âSilly.â Letâs call it that. đ€š
Thanks for the ask!
#not a headcanon#ask#meta analysis#wonderwitchch#shadow the hedgehog#commander tower#so. uh. guess who's been writing âcommander towersâ instead of âcommander towerâ for years?#surely not me. nope#this guy's name is mentioned so rarely that i got it wrong đ#it's bad enough that i've been writing for years now about how shadow definitely absolutely works for G.U.N.#i went back and changed all the misspellings of tower's name#but there's no way i'll fix the unemployment thing for every damn headcanon#i'd be editing this blog for years if i did that#sega pls
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Kai don't be shy and tell us the lore abt fatal flaws pretty please :3
sorry I'm too shyâŠÂ I can't do itâŠ
jk. which lore? I can give you some of my ideas I've been brainstorming. I don't know how many of these are repeats though.
fatal flaws is not exactly modernized; it's very possible they're in an ambiguously semi-post-apocalyptic setting, one that's rebuilt but it's been long enough that people don't remember. their country doesn't have any relationships with the outside world. even if there are other people out there, it's likely believed that there are no other civilizations out there, that the mainland is a barren wasteland.
"being a sorcerer" is the kind of rumor that makes you an immediate outcast. it's not illegal to be a sorcerer, but society has turned against them due to prejudice and the sorcerer parasite. the parasite basically kills sorcerers and turns them into 'zombies', like fungal hosts. it's a contamination; they're not born with it. but regular humans think that they're born with it.
miles and arthur lived in a poor sorcerer district in the countryside that existed under the radar, they hadn't been found by the government yet, but the parasite got in. miles lived with his single father and arthur may have possibly never known his parents. (note the big maybe) when the parasite hit, the military found them. the two of them had to escape.
vick grew up in the capital city and was taught in school that the military is infallible and that sorcerers are dangerous. growing up getting into fights and getting in trouble, she eventually went to training camp and got a job in the city guard due to it being well-paying, but it wasn't a particularly good or welcoming job. they eventually told her she "had to quit" due to her badly representing their government with her temper. she didn't start changing her mind about sorcerers until adulthood.
blue is just Some Guy, there is definitely nothing weird going on with him, nope, totally nothing weird. he definitely isn't trying to hide his backstory or anything. he is just a regular delivery boy.
arthur has very confused opinions about sorcerers. he grew up seeing himself as a normal human, and eventually became ashamed of being one once he realized what it meant. he thinks justice is very important, and people should be punished for wrongdoings, but his desire to take crime more seriously just perpetuated the laws that hurt sorcerers. he's not opinionated like miles about it. part of him thinks, "wouldn't people be happier if everyone was the same?" and the machine happens, "why don't we use people's magic to power the city and make it a better place?" he'sâŠÂ complicated.
hacker's a regular guy, but he lives upstairs in randy's restaurant like miles does, and he works for randy. he does Computer Shit. he did used to be affiliated with a gang and his stupid ex still tries to get his attention sometimes.
bunny is a sorcerer kid who likely lost her family to the parasite. I haven't picked apart her story yet, but randy took her in while vick was working in the guard. he worries a lot about her schooling; he and hacker try to do it themselves because randy's afraid of sending her to public school, since bunny's a sorcerer and she's autistic. vick is sort of jealous because she feels like she never got any special treatment growing up.
crystal comes from a surrounding island where people aren't known to live at. she keeps her identity on the down low, because while she's not technically a sorcerer, what she actually is would freak people out even more.
Once Upon A Timeâą, Charles L'bard the First arrived on the island we now know as our home. With his Big Might and Big Charisma, he smote the cursed monsters and their henchmen that resided there and became a hero. The people crowned him the Island's Hero, the Lord of the Sun, and he became the first king.
many generations later, the populous demanded an elected official instead. this did not make the royal family very happyâŠâŠ
#fatal flaws#dsasks#yeah#note: if I did not mention a character it is because I decided not to this time#like I'm not evenly distributing lore bits per character. they have to wait their turn lol
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you noticed me âŸïž
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: megumi fushiguro is one of the best players on the major league baseball team, and when you finally spot him on the big screen after practically dozing off at every game you went to with your girl friend? you were absolutely IN LOVE, but IN DENIAL that he could ever like you back⊠but he does, and bad.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, NASTY NASTY MEGUMI, oral sex, SMUT, pussy eating in locker rooms HEH, mentions of drinking but like tiny just once, reader is oblivious to the way megumi wants her, DOMINANT AF MEGUMI PHEWW, cursing, flufffff!!, barely any angst, DIRTY TALK, pet names, aged up characters.
word count: 12.1k (IK IM SORRY ITS A CUTE ONE THO)
authors note: you GUYSSSS i love megumi fushiguro i want him so bad and i LOOVEEE this fic!! i worked like a little worker bee for days and i really hope it makes you guys happy :] MWAH!!
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megumi fushiguro was the hottest baseball player you had ever seen in your life.
and you didnât even like baseball to begin with, dozing off at every game your girl friend dragged you to because her boyfriend was on the major league teamâ but the one time you decided to open your eyes and pay attention to the big giant screen in front of you?
there he was in all of his emo glory.
number eighteen.
focused, half lidded eyes resembling borderline boredom as he waited for the pitcher to throw, his forehead glistening with sweat, flushed red cheeks, and his jet black hair slightly peeking over his forehead from underneath his baseball cap.
âmy godââ your hand flew and you gripped your girl friends arm tightly, your jaw to the fucking floor as your eyes were gorilla glued to the screen, her quirking a curious eyebrow at you as she matched your frantic nature.
âwhat? what is it? who did you see? whats happââ
you pointed your finger up at the screen, him swinging and hitting a fucking grand slam as he proceeded to get four runs with one hit, the one thing you knew about baseball besides a home run.
âthatâs aâ thatâs a grand slam!â you pointed frantically, probably looking absolutely insane as you stood and screamed your fucking head off.
your girl friend laughed loudly, âyou like fushiguro? megumi fushiguro?â
you jumped up and down, your girlfriend astonished and laughing as this was the first time sheâd ever seen you energetic at a baseball game.
âheâs friends with yuji!â she yelled over the hollering of the crowd. âwe can go to their locker room after and you can say hi! i heard heâs kind of mean thoughââ
âno!â you spun around, eyes wide and terrified. âi already know heâll eat me alive then! iâm a loser, i canât talk to him i donât have game iââ
she rolled her eyes. âyouâll be fineââ
âno i canât!â you shook your head frantically. âplease he looks like the type to love bomb me and then leave me i donât think i can handle thatââ
she snorted. âare you sure?!â
you hesitated for a moment, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed back over to the screen, seeing megumi breathing a little heavy from running the field, his hands on his hips as he scanned the arena.
you sighed through your nose. âyeah iâm sure!â
âsuit yourself!â
a year. a year you spent continuing to tag along with your girl friend to their games, staring lovesick and sad at the big screen over megumi, and standing outside far far away from the locker room once they scored another big win and not going in like you used to, waiting for your girl friend to finish up speaking to her boyfriend as you tried your best to avoid the chance of running into megumi.
she finally emerged from the locker rooms one day, a knowing smirk on her face.
âi told yuji.â
you blinked. âtold him what?â
âthat you like fushiguro.â
âno!â you gasped, a hand flying and smacking over your mouth. âplease no im about to experience the biggest heartbreak of my lifeââ
âoh relax!â she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you towards the locker room doors. âheâs not even here megumi already left, but yuji wants to talk to you.â
âwhy?!â you exclaimed. âto let me down easy? to tell me heâs sorry on his behalfââ
your girl friend just about threw you in and went in after you as you stumbled, eyes blown wide as the air became humid and heavy, several of the players lounging about and refreshing themselves as the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed through the spaceâ deep, broad voices laughing filling the room as yuji spotted you, his eyes friendly and polite. ây/n!â
you relaxed and smiled, âhi! you guys played really well today!â
âmegumi also played really well today.â
âoh my godââ you groaned, throwing your head back as you spun around, heading straight for the exit.
âwait wait!â he laughed loudly, jogging up to you. âsorry sorry.â
âwhat do you want with me..â you mumbled.
he gave you a half smile. âi wanted to tell you that megumiâs weird.â
you snorted, âelaborate please.â
yuji threw an arm around your girl friend before continuing.
âyou know we support your feelings and what you wantâŠâ he began.
your eyes narrowed. âwhy are you guys talking to me like youâre my parentsââ
âbutââ yuji cut you off. âiâm just gonna be straight with you. iâve never ever seen megumi interact with anyone, let alone another woman, besides the team.â
âi donât think iâve ever seen him have a proper conversation with anyone on the team besides you actuallyâŠâ your girl friend muttered to yuji.
yuji winced. âyeahâŠâ he turned back to you. âback when megumi and i first got signed, he was really popular and a lot of girls would come up to him after games for his number or just to talk to him.â
âwell obviously heâs a greek god,â you grumbled. âthis is hurting me man get to the point.â
he sighed. âhe basically scared all of them off. didnât give a single one a chance and was kinda mean... he would either ignore them or straight up just tell them he wasnât interested without them even being able to get a word in.â
you stared blankly.
âi tried to tell him that he needs to be nicer but heâs just not interested.â
you kept staring.
âthatâs why iâm telling you this because we donât want you to get hurt and i feel like if you try and talk to him heâs gonna be a dick and it mightâŠâ yuji looked at you sadly. âit might be a lost cause.â
you blinked.
ây/n?â
âthatâs fine!â you squeaked, hands tight at your sides. âa part of me already knew. i read about it in an article, and iâve seen his interviews.â
your girl friend looked at you with concern filled eyes. âare you okay?â
âyeah!â you waved them off. âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âbecause your eyes are red.â
âppffttt!â you blew out. âiâm fine! seriously. i never intended to talk to him anyways, iâm too much of a scaredy cat.â
you extended your arms out and engulfed the both of them, squeezing tight. âthank you guys for telling me though, i appreciate it.â
ây/nâŠâ yuji trailed off.
âiâm gonna take off though, iâll see you guys later, okay?â you waved and opened the door. âlove you!â
and you scrammed, your heart in a million pieces.
itâs not like you didnât already know. you knew, so why were you sad? why did you feel like you just got ran over by a double decker bus? why did you pathetically feel so sad?
this was the reality. you never stood a chance.
so why were you crying?
you continued walking down the hall and towards the main exit, utterly embarrassed at your sobbing and trying your best to hide it as you navigated through several groups of people, your vision entirely blurry as you were basically drowning in your tears.
you had barely escaped the crowd when you spotted a little secluded area in the lobby, trudging over pathetically and plopping down on the coushy seat as you wiped your cheeks, staring at the wall in front of youâ a huge glass casing proudly decorated with the teams trophies and awards, gigantic portraits of the players on the team adorning the walls with megumiâs serious beautiful framed face right in front of you just making you feel worse.
you already knew, but regardless of megumiâs stand off ish personality, you liked it. you had curiously browsed his interviews and quotes in articles, and you always laughed at his responses, him almost every time offending the staff without even trying or knowing, and you found it so so funny, it only making you admire him and want to get to know him even more, even if it was just a friendship.
megumi fushiguro was one of the best players on the team in history, and as you closed your eyes, silent pathetic tears still slipping down your cheeks?
he never felt so out of reach.
âhere.â
your eyes opened, but you literally could not see jack shit as your tears were still blurring your line of sight, you completely and utterly mortified that a stranger caught you sobbing as you wiped your face quickly in response.
âput on my sunglasses if you donât want people to see you crying.â
the voice was gruff and lazy, but you could not care less as you took the sunglasses and settled them over your eyes, the lenses so freaking dark that you couldnât see a single thingâ your sight worse than before.
but it relieved you, as you figured no one could see your bloodshot eyes and therefore thankfully not notice you losing your mind over something so stupid.
âthank you,â you mumbled. âsorry.â
âfor what.â
you felt the plush of the bench shift next to you, figuring that the stranger man sat beside you as you refused to look in their direction out of embarrassment.
not that you could even see in the first place.
âfor looking like a loser.â
the stranger man snorted. âsâfine.â
you wiped your nose with your sleeve, sniffling.
âhow do you see in these?â you muttered softly. âtheyâre making me claustrophobic i canât see a thing.â
âthatâs the point,â he hums.
âhow come?â
âi get migraines everyday. they help.â
âoh i see.â you responded softly. âhave you ever run into a wall because of them?â
you hear him huff out through his nose. âi did once, when i first got them.â
you giggled gently. âdid you bleed?â
âno,â he spoke calmly. âi got a bump on my forehead.â
you snickered, âwhat? loserrr.â
you stood up and carefully tried to walk around a little, testing out how to guide yourself through the dark lenses and trying to be careful and not bump into a wall (which was literally impossible), your hands out, feeling around.
âjesus christ iâm just kidding now i feel bad. i think im gonna bump myself into a wall too so we can call it even.â
you couldnât see, but the stranger manâs lips twitched at your comment.
âdonât do that.â he murmured. âsit back down.â
you listened and started making your way over, feeling him reach out and wrap his fingers around your wrist carefully and guide you to the bench, you plopping down on it once you felt it.
âthank you!â you responded sweetly. ââŠiâm actually glad i canât see a thing right now.â you perked up, pushing the sunglasses back up over the bridge of your nose.
âwhy is that.â
âso i donât have to look at megumi fushiguroâs big portrait in front of my face.â
the stranger man stopped.
ââŠwhy?â
âbecause he indirectly broke my heart.â
you heard a little audible laugh, and you smiled to yourself.
at least someone is having fun right now.
âhow did he indirectly break your heart?â
âmy girl friendâs boyfriend is yuji itadori. she spilled the beans against my will about how i have a crush on him, and yuji told me that heâs mean and heâll basically bite my head off and tell me to scram.â
âdid he?â
âuh huh,â you nodded. âthey were trying to let me down easy, but itâs not like i was gonna try and talk to him anyways. iâve gone a year without saying anything i can go on and on and on.â
the stranger man hummed.
âheâs so cool thoughâŠâ you murmured, dazed. âheâs gonna be a hard one to forget about.â
âwhy do you like him?â
âi feel like im being interrogated,â you giggled.
you felt the stranger man lean back against the wall. âsorry, just curious.â
you copied him and crossed your arms, âmmm⊠because heâs really good at what he does. i admire that most of all.â
you tilted your head. âeveryone berates him for being mean but i like that heâs supposedly mean for some reasonâŠ. heâs just serious about his profession and he doesnât want to waste time. heâs also the hottest man iâve ever seen so that definitely helps.â
the stranger man laughed a little.
âi donât know,â you sighed sadly. âmaybe iâm just demented. i am demented.â
âif yuji itadori told you the exact opposite about him, would that have encouraged you to go up to him?â
you sat in thought for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. âno. itâs too embarrassing for me and iâm also a big fat wuss soâŠâ
you slid your fingers underneath the lenses and rubbed your stinging sore eyes. âmaybe in the next life if iâm lucky, ill be reincarnated as a cool baseball man too and i wonât have to deal with this shit.â
âcool baseball man.â he repeated, tone seemingly amused.
âyup.â
the stranger man sighed. âis this why i found you crying?â
âmaayybeee?â you dragged out shyly, your cheeks flushing.
it was silent for a moment, your vision completely black but his on your rosy cheeks, oddly staring that if you could see right now, youâd probably call him a creep.
âiâm sorry i made you cry.â
you jumped back.
âno not you!â you huffed. âhave you not been paying attention? catch up manââ
you felt a shadow reach up and tug the sunglasses slightly away from your face, your eyes constricting against the bright lights of the hall as they tried to adjust.
and when they did?
megumi fushiguro was sitting right next to you, a tiny smile on his face dressed in all black with his teams baseball cap on.
your eyes widened dramatically and you slapped both hands over your mouth, beyond horrified as everything you had thought you were telling a stranger about him, you were telling him directly, your brain short circuiting and your body heating up like a fucking hot flash.
âoh my god iâm so sorry!â your voice was muffled, you shaking your head in absolute denial.
you immediately sprung up and grabbed your purse, slowly backing up further and further away from him.
his smile widened.
oh my god.
megumi fushiguro was smiling, a sight youâve never ever seen during his games, practices, interviews, articles, or magazines as your cheeks increased in shadeâ wanting to mentally take a picture and remember forever as you knew youâd probably never see him smile like that again.
but he was smiling.
âpretend i donât exist!â you stammered, âpretend this never happened iâm sorry this is so embarrassing keep winning your games okay and iâll keep being an idiot far far away from youââ
âwhere are you going?â he chuckled lowly.
ââyouâll never see me again iâm going home and iâm going on lockdownââ
he laughed through his nose, his lips in an amused smile.
âyou donât have to do that.â
âyes i doââ
âyou donât have to forget me either.â
âthat i definitely doââ
you were halfway out of the main entrance doors.
âhold on y/nââ
megumi stood, his long legs walking over to you and you froze.
y/n?
you slowly turned around, your face pale and afraid.
âhow do you know my name?â you asked softly.
âyour best friend is dating yuji, is she not.â
you nodded, eyes blank.
âiâve been seeing you inside the locker room after our games for like⊠two years.â megumi mumbled.
oh.
oh thatâs right.
you didnât actually notice megumi until last year, when you decided to finally open your eyes for once during a game and thatâs how you spotted him for the first time on the big screen in front of you, in all of his gorgeous handsome entity.
âoh.â
he raised a hand and pressed his index finger to your forehead, nudging you softly.
âdummy.â
âs-sorry..â you gave him a wobbly bashful smile, your cheeks pinky as you rubbed your red eyes.
his eyes slightly softened and he shook his head. âsâfine.â
megumi continued to stare at you, a stone cold face that always seemed to scare off the teams entire fan base, but only made you feel numb and giddy all over every single time.
you smiled wider then, and megumiâs lips twitched.
cute.
âiâmâ iâm gonna go now.â
âdo you have a ride home?â
you stopped. âno i was just gonna call an uberââ
he shook his head and walked past you, his shoulder brushing gently with yours with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you turned and stared at him.
he paused and looked over his shoulder.
âyou coming?â
your eyes widened. âcoming? wâwhere?â
he rolled his eyes. âiâm taking you home.â
âno!â you shot your hands out. âitâs okay! really! thank you thank you i appreciate it butââ
he stared lazily.
âcome.â
you pressed your lips into a thin line and tipped your head down, taking tiny painful steps as you followed after him to the parking lot.
megumi led you from the public parking area to a secluded section around the back of the arena, one you assumed was for players and crew members only as you nervously gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely sick.
you both continued to walk down until you arrived to a private parking garage, megumi slipping out his keys from the pocket of his hoodie as you approached a shiny black luxurious car sitting neatly in a spot.
his car was really fucking nice, and you figured so being as he was one of the most popular players and probably had more than enough money in the bankâ your fingers trembling as you gripped the passenger side door, settling yourself inside his plush cool leather seats and all black interior.
megumi pressed the âstartâ button and his engine roared to life, the motor echoing through the structure as you clumsily tried to put on your seatbelt, your cheeks growing pinker with each passing second that you just couldnât get the stupid damn thing toâ clickâ
he reached over across the console and took the seatbelt from you, pulling it over your body and clicking it secure without a word.
âthank you.â you said softly, eyes trained to your lap.
megumi gave you a small nod and backed out of his parking space, driving around a couple of rows before making his way out with the night air softly breezing through your hair as he drove, his dash illuminated with blue lines that ran smoothly across.
âcan you put your address inââ
âoh yeah!â you jumped. âsorryââ
you reached over and tapped in your address on his big touch screen, watching the way the gps registered the location and gave him the estimated time of arrival.
forty fucking minutes.
âmegumi..â
his eyes looked over at you for a second before turning back to the road.
âhm?â
âi live kinda far from here and i donât want you to drive the opposite way from where you live.â
you leaned a little, eyebrows pinched. âi can take an uber seriously, this is too much trouble iââ
âyouâre already in my car.â he deadpanned.
âiâll jump out.â
he pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.
âi have child lock on.â
âchild lock?!â you gawked. âis this what you think of me?â
âyouâre a little helpless⊠and youâre a crybaby.â he mumbled. âchild lock stays on.â
you giggled after, your eyes shining and filled with mushy feelings for him as you nodded. âyouâre probably right.â
he looked over at you then, and he smiled, softly.
âwhat do you do?â
you fidgeted. âhâhuh?â
âdo you umâŠâ he ran his thumb over the top of his gear shift. âdo you work? do you go to school?â
heâs asking you?
âi go to school!â you responded shyly but kind. âi go to a college thatâs about fifteen minutes from your stadium. i usually go and meet up with my best friend after class if thereâs a game.â
he hummed. âare you a big baseball person?â
you grimaced.
do you lie? do you tell the truth? do you roll down his window and attempt to jump out of the car that way?
you played with a strand of your hair. âiâ i umââ
he raised an eyebrow.
âiâ donât?â
he cocked his head. âyou donât?â
you shook your head no, completely ashamed of who you are as a person as you covered your eyes.
âi knoww i suuucckkk,â you whined. âthe only things i know about baseball are home runs and grand slamsâ which you did!â
you pointed at him excitedly. âlast year! i remember you hit a grand slam! i got so excited that for once i knew what the fuck was going on and why everyone was going crazyâŠâ
you fiddled with your fingers nervously, your eyes trained to the road. âi felt so included.â
he chuckled, and unexpectedly, reached over and gently ruffled your hair.
you then stared at him as he did so, doe eyes wide and cheeks pink.
megumi was truly just beautifulâ his smooth face that didnât have a single blemish on his skin shining under the moonlight, his black spiky hair peeking from under his cap that you had no doubt in your mind was soft and velvety.
you hated that youâd probably do anything for that man.
âiâm sorry i made you cry,â he repeated, you recognizing his words from before.
your eyebrows furrowed.
he was still thinking about that?
you shook your head furiously, âyou didnât! i swear itâs okay. iâm just crazy.â
he huffed out a laugh.
megumi thought you were odd, but in a good way. he thought everything you did was a little funny, as you were jumpy and clumsy and a crybaby and helpless, but he also took note of how polite you were. he noticed how considerate you were of him even though you were really upset, and you were kind of sweet⊠really sweet actually, your personality something that was totally different from the usual girls that came up to him.
well, the usual girls that used to come up to him back when he first started.
megumi pulled into your driveway and shifted the gear into park, the doors automatically unlocking.
you opened the door and stepped out before leaning down and peeking your head in.
âthank you for the ride!â you said sweetly, a cute smile on your face. âiâm sorry you had to listen to my confession against your will.â
he shook his head. âitâs alright.â
you went in to close the door.
ây/n.â
you leaned back down, âyeah?â
âare you gonna stop coming to our games?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, your eyes darting around the interior of his car nervously.
âiâ i donât think so.â
âgood.â
megumi watched you close his door and walk back a bit, him shifting his gear into reverse as the corners of his lips turned a tiny bit upwards.
âiâll see you then.â
as you watched him pull out and drive away, his engine roaring down the street, you could not stop or simmer down the way your heart raced against your chest, so much so that you were afraid it was going to burst through your chest and literally kill you.
the next time you went to a game, you hadnât told your close girl friend yet as she led you through the crowd and down to the v.i.p. lower level seats like always, a kind courtesy of yujiâs that he did whenever he could.
as you watched, you embarrassingly spotted megumi almost the minute you arrived, stars and hearts in your eyes as you watched him do his thing and work magic through the field with his absolutely insane batting, strong and purposeful as he barked orders or observed the opposing team for leads.
once his and the opposing team switched sides, megumi looked up as he jogged, his eyes seemingly scanning the v.i.p. front sections until he spotted you.
he raised a hand and gave you a little wave, and your eyes widened as you timidly, hesitantly, gave him one in returnâ your cheeks turning pink.
âwho are you waving at?â
your girl friend pressed a cheek against yours and looked.
âwho is- fushiguro?!â
you looked at her sheepishly.
as you recounted the story to her, her eyes bulging out of her sockets and screaming her head off every two seconds, her head snapped to the field.
âi have to tell yujiââ
âno!â you gripped her shoulders. âitâs literally nothing! he drove me home and he probably just feels bad for me.â
âmegumi isnât the type to make a crying girl feel better or drive her home.â
âitâs because he knows that we know yuji.â
âmm i donât think so..â she scowled, crossing her arms in eventual defeat as she stared straight ahead.
thatâs how it went for about a month.
you would come to their games, megumi would wave at you from the field or you would catch his attention and wave at him, and you would briefly speak to him casually just after his games, your conversations with him usually lasting no more than three minutes as he was often pulled by his coach or a crew member.
but even though the conversations were short, they were really nice, and the both of you never seemed to notice the people around you wanting his attention until he physically had to get pulled away.
but you still refused to go inside the locker room, knowing that was surely the place where you had to talk to him for longer than three minutes. you were too scared, embarrassingly so as you bid your girl friend and yuji goodbye from just outside the door before leaving every time, completely unaware of the way megumi would stare expressionless at you from inside.
when your girl friend invited you to the teamâs yearly banquet, you flat out said no, decision firm and unmoving as she begged you over and over and over again.
âplease please you have to go! you canât avoid megumi forever!â
âwhat is the purpose of me going though?â you sighed, shaking your head with a smile at the sight of her dramatically on her knees over you. âfor you it makes sense because youâre with yuji but whatâs the excuse for me? iâm not anybodyâs plus one.â
âyes you are,â she got back up on her feet and wiggled her eyebrows, âyouâre megumiâs plus one.â
âbye i wish,â you mumbled, plopping down on your bed.
âokay youâre my plus one, or yujiâs! so he has two plus ones!â
she walked over and sat down next to you, resting her head against your shoulder as she sighed. âplease come. you donât have to talk to megumi okay? fine. but just come with me, iâll have a better time if you do.â
you gave her a silly smile and thought for a moment, her sad tone swaying you as you finally gave in.
âonly if you swear you wonât force me to talk to him.â
she nodded eagerly.
âi swear!â
so you stood there, nervous and biting your thumb as you frantically looked around, dressed in a pretty black off the shoulder mermaid style gown with a high slit exposing your legâ fiddling with your styled hair as you waited and waited and waited for your girl friend to come back from the dessert table with yuji.
you hadnât seen megumi yet as you were trying to keep on a look out, because the moment you did see him all dressed up? you were sure you were going to start pathetically bowing for him on your knees in front of all these people and end your social life forever.
finally, she came back and handed you a little pastry, you thanking her kindly and taking a small bite.
âwait no!â she gasped, turning her pastry around. âfuck, i got the wrong one. i meant to get the vanilla one this is coconut.â
âi can get it for you this time.â you smiled kindly, her looking at you gratefully as you patted her shoulder, making your way over to the dessert table.
your eyes lit up like stars at the sight of it, grand and luxurious as any kind of pastry you could ever possibly think of was presentâ neat and gourmet-like, each adorned with elegant toppings as multiple huge chocolate fountain stations ran from the sides.
âhi.â
you jumped and looked to your right, megumi standing there beside you with a bored expression, clad in a polished black button up and slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
you gulped.
âhâhi.â
âi didnât think youâd come.â
he lazily picked up a tiny slice of chocolate mousse cake and looked at it.
âi was dragged by my best friend,â you puffed out a laugh. âshe said i was her and yujiâs plus one or something like that.â
he nodded, biting his cake slice and swallowing.
âyou stopped coming inside the locker rooms.â
you faltered.
he noticed that?
âoh yeah! i justââ you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. âiâve been really busy with school so i study right afterâŠâ
for some reason megumi eyed you carefully, and your cheeks grew pinker the more he blatantly stared at you as you fidgeted.
âare youââ
âfushiguro!â
you both turned your heads to the source, and you spotted an unfamiliar guy, one who you assumed was on the team with them, smiling enthusiastically and throwing a heavy arm around megumiâs shoulder.
âwhoâs this? iâve never seen you talk to anyone besides us!â
megumi only spared him a nonchalant glance before he looked back over at the dessert table.
the unknown man extended a hand out to you, and megumiâs eyes snapped to it.
âhi! iâm takuma!â
you cheerfully took his hand. ây/n!â
âare you megumiâs girlfriend?â
you gawked, guilt and embarrassment already filling your body at the thought of megumi finding that comment uncomfortable and being uncomfortable because of you.
at his own banquet.
ânâno!â you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. âi came with my best friend and yuji.â
takuma unhooked his arm and let it rest beside him. âoh nice! you know yuji as well?â
you nodded, âmhm!â
the rest of the crowd began to take their seats for the awards ceremony segment, and the three of you walked over to your designated table by yuji and your best friend, whoâs eyes widened at the sight of you next to megumi.
you all sat, and takuma pointed to the empty seat next to you.
âis anyone sitting here?â
âoh no!â you smiled politely. âitâs empty you canââ
âtake mine ino.â
megumi pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down on it, scooting up. âitâs closer to the front.â
huh?
âoâoh!â takuma scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. âokay! thanks fushiguro.â
he only nodded in response and stuck his face in his champagne glass, sipping.
and he was right. you watched as takuma navigated through the circular tables before sitting in a seat that was right smack dab in the front.
âthatâs really nice of you megumi!â you chirped. âhe has such a good view now!â
âmhm.â
your best friend smacked a hand to her forehead with a shake of her head, and you looked at her quizzically.
the awards ceremony was the most fun youâve ever had, as you were over the moon for all of the players that were awarded prestigious titles and recognitions, and even more excited for yuji and megumi, the both of them combined taking award after award that by the time the event was done, your table was filled to the brim with frames, medals, and trophies.
your doe eyes glowed over megumiâs earnings, pride and admiration bubbling in your chest as you took in the result of his hard work, feeling like he was the most talented person you ever had the privilege of knowing.
he stared at your enamored look.
âyouâre so cool, gumi..â you gushed, not even noticing the little nickname you gave him.
but he did.
âcool baseball man?â he responded softly, referencing your words from when you first met.
your eyes snapped to his and you gave him the shiniest smile, nodding quickly. âyeah! cool baseball man.â
megumi looked down at his awards, and after a couple of seconds, picked up a shiny gold medal hung on a baby blue striped lanyard, holding it out for you.
âhere.â
your eyes traveled down.
âwhat?â
âfor you.â he pushed the medal forward.
shock crossed your face, and you frantically shook your head, pushing the medal back to him. âno! no megumi thatâs yours you earned itââ
megumi rolled his eyes and held on to the edges of the lanyard, effortlessly setting it over your head and around your neck, the medal clinking and twinkling against your chest.
âi have four others. itâs fine.â
âno butââ
he carded his thumbs underneath your hair and gently slid your hair out from beneath the lanyard, setting it delicately over your bare shoulders.
yuji and your best friends jaws were on the floor, but you didnât notice, too busy ogling over the fact that megumi fushiguro was the kindest person you had ever met, utterly amazed that he selflessly gave you something so precious. you.
your gaze trailed down to the medal, and you softly touched it with the pads of your fingers.
âtâthank you gumiâŠâ
his lips twitched.
you realized then that the music had started and the crowd had already dispersed to celebrate, some dancing in the center while others mingled on the sidelines or hogged the dessert table.
and you spotted your best friend with yuji, the both of them smiling adoringly at each other, laughing and dancingâ something bashfully wished for yourself as you grinned softly at them.
megumi followed your gaze, and he huffed an amused small laugh through his nose.
âthey met at a party didnât they?â
you looked to him and nodded, âuh huh! i was with her. she was so scared to talk to him and i literally had to throw her in.â
he scratched his cheek. âi remember. i was there.â
your jaw dropped. âyou were?!â
he nodded. âand i remember you too.â
you sat there in silence.
how long had megumi been around in your life without you knowing? how didnât you ever freaking notice?
before you could press any further, megumi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers to his forehead in pain, groaning softly.
you jumped, âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
he shook his head. âmigraine. the lights are fucking with me a little.â
âoh!â you frantically looked around the table and around him. âwhere are your sunglasses? the dark ones the ones you ran into a wall with!â
megumi snorted and shook his head again, eyes peeking at you a bit. âitâs fine. i left them at home.â
your eyebrows rose, âyou left them?â
he nodded and dropped his hand, sitting up straight and trying to open his eyes fully to seem normal, but his lids only dropped again and his forehead fell to rest against the table.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled. âjust give me a minute.â
âdonât be sorry gumiâŠâ
you figured the rest of the night was going to be like this, and if megumi stayed, he was going to end up dealing with the dull ache in his head for hours on end and not enjoy his banquet.
but you wanted him to enjoy it. this was his night, and you didnât want him to spend it pissed off and writhing in pain.
âdo you want to leave?â
he turned his head to the side and looked at you.
âwe can umââ you fiddled with the medal around your neck. âwe can go outside? or we can go for ice creamâŠâ
you tilted your head to the side cutely, and you were oblivious to the way megumiâs cheeks went a little pink at the sight.
âill pay though!â you smiled sweetly. âitâs the least i can do for the medal you gave me.â
he gave you an endearing half smile and nodded.
your eyes lit up. âreally?! okay!â wait let me just say bye to my best friend and let her knowââ
you quickly stood and walked over to the dance floor, megumi watching after you before picking up his black blazer and holding it underneath an arm, wondering how the fuck he was gonna pick up all of his awards himself.
ây/n!â your best friend gushed. âyouâve been talking to megumi for hours what the fuck is going onââ
you laughed. ânothing! it was nothing but iâm gonna go get ice cream with him!â
âwhat?!â her and yuji said in unison.
âdid he ask you?â yuji pushed.
âno!â your eyes narrowed. âof course not iâm a big fat loser why would he? i invited him because he has a migraine soââ
your best friend hummed, a smirk on her face. âoh i see... use protection.â
âhuh?!â your jaw dropped. âno! thatâs notââ
ây/n!â
you turned and saw takuma walk over to you, a big smile on his face. âyou enjoying the banquet?â
âoh yes! itâs really great!â you smiled kindly. âthe dessert table is absolutely insane.â
âright?!â takuma stepped closer to you. âthey go all out every year, itâs what everyone looks forward to.â
âi can definitely see why!â
he chuckled and nodded but then turned to you, speaking quieter. âlisten um⊠i was wondering if you were uhâ well if you wanted to dance? with me? yâknow⊠maybe get to know each other better and thenââ
yuji shoved his lips to your best friends ear.
âheâs stealing megumiâs girl.â
âi know!â she whispered harshly. âwhat the fuck do we doââ
âi donât know!â
âwell call megumi overââ
suddenly, a tall broad figure walked in between you and takuma, your vision blocked by his back.
âsorry ino,â megumi stepped to the side a little and placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the exit. âwe were just leaving.â
yuji and your best friend gave each other a low high five before their eyes darted around, putting on false ignorance.
âsorry!â it was nice meeting you takuma!â you called from over your shoulder before the both of you stepped out of the venue and into the cool night air.
megumiâs car was parked right out front, him unlocking the doors with a button just like he had done the last time, you noticing how all of his awards were set neatly in the back seat.
âoh iâm sorry gumi! did you carry these over by yourself? i was gonna help youââ
you sat yourself on his passenger side seat, the leather creaking with every movement you made.
he shook his head. âi had my publicist team do it. itâs fine.â
âoh okayâŠâ you mumbled, still feeling a little guilty that you didnât help him.
you went to reach for your seatbelt when megumiâs arm flew in front of you and grabbed the strap, pulling it over your frame and clicking it securely before his hands wrapped back around the steering wheel, just like he had done a month prior.
you couldnât make out his expression, as it was blank and stone-like and not a word was coming out of his mouth as he backed out from the parking space, but you smiled at him cutely nonetheless and thanked him.
the nearest ice cream shop was literally down the road from the venue, and the drive took less than three minutes before megumi pulled in and parallel parked on the side of the street.
you both stepped out and walked inside, the shop colorful and vibrant as what looked like twenty different assortments of ice cream were on display, your eyes launching across each flavor excitedly.
âi havenât had ice cream in a fat minuteâŠâ you murmured as you pressed your hands against the glass.
âme neither.â
âwhich flavor do you want megumi?â you asked him sweetly, your eyes still glued to the flavors that it made him chuckle.
âumâŠâ he stepped forward and scanned the different colors. âiâll take whatever you get.â
you looked at him and your eyebrows softened, âare you sure? what if you donât like it?â
the cornerâs of his lips turned upward, the sight making your heart skip a beat.
âitâs okay. i trust you.â
you ended up getting your all time favorite flavor that you never skipâ cake batter, one that tastes different depending on whoâs palette it is, and something you anxiously thought over as you gnawed on your bottom lip and stared, waiting for him to try it as you both sat on a park bench not too far from the shop.
âwhy do you look like youâre about to cry.â he snickered lowly.
your eyes snapped to his and you giggled. âi might if you donât like what i picked out.â you plopped a little spoonful in your mouth, the cold ice cream melting and spreading over your tongue as you swallowed. âcake batter is a hit or miss for different peopleâŠâ
he hummed, âhow come?â
âitâs either too sweet or just nasty.â
âi have a sweet tooth.â
your eyes lit up, âso do i! iâm a big sweets person. i love love desserts and chocolate and ice cream⊠but iâm not the biggest fan of candy.â
âyouâre not?â
âi love candy but not how i love sweets⊠and i wouldnât randomly pick it out like at the store because i wanted to. most likely i would get a cookie.â
megumi liked how much you talked.
âhave you always had a sweet tooth?â he pressed on, looking at his ice cream cup.
you nodded. âhave you?â
ânot really,â he shook his head. âi didnât pick it up until i metââ he stopped. ââŠmy dad.â
met his dad?
megumi spotted your confusion and continued.
âmy actual dad disappeared. dunno where heâs at. all iâve heard is that he had a bad gambling addiction so iâm guessing it had something to do with that.â
your eyes softened.
âgojo is kind of like my dadâŠâ he mumbled. âheâs supported my sister and i financially ever since i was maybe five or six.â
âyou have a sister?â you murmured, eyes big.
he nodded. âi do.â
he scooped a bit of cake batter ice cream up with his spoon and plopped it into his mouth, smiling softly. âgojo gave me a sweet tooth. he canât go a day without it.â
youâd never heard megumi open up so much before, and you felt incredibly lucky and special to be the one to hear about his family and share a precious moment with him over eating ice cream, something you wanted to treat delicately and remember for as long as you lived.
âdo you like it?â you asked softly, gesturing to his cup.
âi love it.â
you beamed, and he took in your cute smile for a minute as you ate some more on your end.
âiâm sorry about your actual dad⊠but iâm glad you and your sister got the support you needed when you were young.â
he nodded.
âdid he encourage you to do baseball? or was it you?â
âhe did initially.â he shook his head. âhe was annoying at first, was a cheerleader at every game and was so loud.â
you giggled.
âbut i grew to like it⊠and thatâs what i wanted to do for a career. if it wasnât for gojoâs funding i wouldnât have been able to.â
you hummed, savoring the ice cream a bit before swallowing. âthatâs really nice, gumi. iâm really happy you got the opportunity to grow your skill out like thatâŠâ you swirled the ice cream around your cup with your spoon. âwhat you have is a solid gift, and i would hate to see it not get the recognition it deserves when youâve worked so hard to make it what it is now.â
you looked at him. âso iâm really, really glad that it does get it.â
megumi stared at you, face blank and a scoop of yet to be eaten ice cream on his spoon, his cheeks growing hot.
âi donât know why you think so highly of me.â he murmured.
everyone thinks heâs rude.
your eyebrows furrowed. âi donât think megumi, i know. youâre not a mean person, youâre honest and serious about the important things in your life. and if the medal around my neck that you gave me selflessly doesnât tell you otherwise? i might have to kill you.â
he laughed, loud, his eyes sparkling. âyou might?â
you bit your lip to refrain yourself from freaking out over his smooth laughter. âi might.â
you subconsciously rubbed your hands over your chilling arms then and megumi eyed it before he put his cup down, reaching next to him for his blazer and opening it up as he gently placed it over your shoulders.
you looked at him like he was the world then, doe eyes big and round and shimmering, and megumi felt like he could do anything with that look as long as it came from youâ a permanent red tint on his cheeks that was entirely your doing.
âthank you..â you mumbled shyly, your eyes glued to your now empty cup of ice cream on the bench as you clutched the sides of his blazer, the smell of him wafting in your nose that made you absolutely weak.
megumi timidly, slowly, reached up and moved a strand of hair from your eyes then, and you looked up.
âprettyâŠâ he murmured, dazed even.
his hand fell and landed gently on your exposed thigh from the slit of your dress, but instead of moving it, he let it stay there, his hand smoothing over your plush soft skin as he was completely entranced by your heavenly face, his body pulling his lips closer to yours as megumiâs breath quickened with absolute need the higher up his hand trailed up your yummy thigh.
you couldnât say a word, he practically didnât let you as his lips pressed delicately and timidly against your plush ones, his mouth moving so slowly and his tongue parting your wet lips for the purpose of devouring more of you, all while his fingertips reached and felt the side straps of your pantiesâ the material alone making him erratic and desperate while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.
your mouths moved faster now, the sounds of wet smacking and lips separating to reconnect with more greed than before muffling your ears as he breathed heavily through his nose, his eyebrows pinched together in pent up everything as he finally had you with him after months of you avoiding him.
and then you pulled away with a wet pop.
âiâiâm sorry!â you covered your mouth. âi didnât mean to kiss you!ââ
what?
megumiâs eyebrows furrowed, both of your chests heaving as his cheeks and lips were blushed red.
he shook his head, âno i kissed youââ
âdonât cover for me gumiii,â your shoulders slumped, your brain so in denial that he could ever like you back that it tricked you into thinking you were the one kissing and all over him. âfuck iâm sorry⊠that was so disrespectful andâ and weird of me and iââ
megumiâs hands slipped away from your body and he shook his head, his eyes dead locked on yours with his eyebrows pinched together. ây/n no youâre not understandingââ
âiâm the biggest creep on the planet man i understand if you donât ever want to speak to me againââ you covered your face and leaned forward.
megumi stared at you astonishingly as he listened to you ramble apologies and dramatic insults for yourself continuously, his shoulders slowly relaxing and his lips turning into a soft knowing smile, your random speech starting to make absolutely no sense at all and his heart aching at the fact of how naive you were.
ây/n.â
you stopped. âwhat.â
he reached over and pulled your hands away from your face. âyouâre helpless, you know that?â
âhelpless and a creep.â
he laughed and shook his head. âstop it.â
he stood and offered his hand out for you.
âitâs getting late, iâm driving you home.â
megumi decided he would properly speak to you about it the next time he saw you⊠except he didnât.
you started avoiding him like the plague again, horrendously horrified about what you believed you had done, thinking that it was better if you stayed away from him and fulfilled your initial task of forgetting him, no matter how much it hurt you.
you didnât want megumi to ever be uncomfortable or experience what you believed he experienced with you. he didnât deserve that. he didnât deserve a pathetic little fan girl that never left him alone and hindered his work on the field, even though you wished so badly you could see him again, as the taste of his lips and mouth never left your fuzzy mind.
you kissed megumi fushiguro.
âoh my god y/n, youâre so stupid.â
âno iâm not! do you really believe megumi could ever like me back? no! absolutely not. i kissed him and i fucked up and thatâs it. iâm staying away from him.â
your best friend ran her fingers through her hair and almost tore a chunk out in frustration. âit sounds like he kissed you! he had his hand on your thighââ
âthat was for stability! heââ
âno it was to feel you up!â
you shook your head side to side with your arms crossed. ânope nope nope nopeââ
ây/nnnn!â
as for megumi, the next game he had he looked for you while on the field like he always did, looking forward to seeing your precious face and giving you a little wave⊠except he couldnât find you. after the game, he went around the stadium and towards the locker room, inside and back out, the parking lot, his parking lotâ
and he couldnât find you.
this went on for a full three weeks of game after game nearly every day him doing the same exact thingâ him getting increasingly more confused and a bit upset at your disappearance, going as far as to staying hours after his games still in his sweaty baseball uniform and cap with hopes that youâll turn up.
except you never did.
and at the end of the third week, he had had enough.
âoh hey megumi!â your best friend greeted him, her hand fixing around yujiâs hair in the locker room after a game.
âhi.â
he stood there and said nothing, and your best friend eyed him skeptically. ââŠyes?â
megumi shifted awkwardly. âhave you um⊠have you seen y/n?â
she sucked in a breath. âuh yeah. i saw her this morning.â
âthis morning?â his eyes narrowed. âis she okay? why hasnât she been coming to our games with you?â
âbecauseââ she stammered. âwell becauseââ
âis it our place to say?â yuji muttered.
âis it our place to know?â she whispered back harshly.
âi donât know!â
âletâs just tell him!â
âbut what if!ââ
megumi rolled his eyes and huffed. ânevermind. please tell her to come tomorrow, i need to talk to her.â
your best friend gulped and nodded, both her and yuji watching the way he walked away and snatched his cap off, throwing it inside his locker and slamming it shut with his foot before picking up his duffel bag and leaving, not even bothering to change out of his dirt covered uniform.
âiâve never seen him so stressed,â yuji commented.
âitâs because he likes her and sheâs being an idiotâŠâ your best friend sighed sadly.
so when she came to you the next day and told you megumi needed to speak to you, she amplified how upset he was to get you to feel bad and feel the urgent need to come to the game tonight, which you of course did.
and you were worried. so so worried and scared that he was finally going to tell you off for kissing him, to tell you that you sucked and that he never ever wanted to see you again in his life and that you were a disgusting human beingâ
but the roar of the crowd pulled you from your thoughts, the team winning once again as many began to pack their things and take their leave. you were completely and utterly shitting yourself, petrified and already heartbroken over the fact that megumi was officially going to cut you off as a friend when you hadnât even had the chance to try and win him over yet.
and the way he played on the field tonight was way more aggressive than normal. he was louder, meaner, and didnât take his eyes away from the ball or his opponents as he nearly got into a fight with another player, yuji and a few others needing to pull megumi apart and set him aside to cool offâ the cameras and reporters having a field day in regards to him.
and that bothered you like nothing else. why the hell were they so excited over him getting angry? to amplify the brand that he upholds as the teams meanest player? as if theyâve never had a bad day a day in their lives? what was the point?
and it was all because of you, you realized.
you made him upset.
you covered your face with your hands and groaned, feeling like you wanted to cry.
ây/nâŠâ your best friend patted your back. âitâll be fine⊠he just needs to talk to you! you donât even know what itâs about.â
âi can take a wild guess.â
she looked at you worriedly before picking up her things. âwhenever youâre ready babe⊠i think heâs in the locker rooms by now.â
she left you there to gather yourself, and you sat there for a couple of more minutes before finally getting up and making your way to the locker rooms.
most of the fans had cleared out by now, and the sun was beginning to set as you passed and squeezed through crew members and news reporters, gnawing at your bottom lip as you turned a corner and spotted the locker room, many of the players already leaving.
just as you had reached your hand up to open the door, a firm voice called out to you.
ây/n.â
you froze, retracting your hand as you turned to look.
megumi stood there at the end of the hall, his baseball uniform still on and his cap dangling from his belt loop, hands in tight fists with his chest rising and falling, an agitated look on his face that you had never seen before.
âhâhi-â
âare you trying to forget me? is that whatâs going on?â
your eyebrows furrowed.
âwhat?â
megumi took stride full steps towards you. âyou finally talk to me, you confess to me, you disappear for a month, i wait for you, you finally show up at the banquet looking like the most beautiful woman iâve ever seen in my fucking lifeââ
he stopped in front of you. âtakuma tries to steal you from me, i get pissed off, i fall for you at the park, i kiss youââ he threw his arms up. âand you disappear again!â
your eyes bulge out of their sockets.
fall?
âyou what?ââ
âso iâm asking you again,â megumi bent his knees to look at you at eye level, his hands coming up to cup your pink cheeks and his face so close to yours you can make out the exact color of his eyes.
âare you trying to forget me? like you said you would?â
you fidgeted.
âiâ i was doing it for youââ
âwhy for me? i never saidââ
the feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was making your heart do backflips and trick shots as your wide doe eyes looked at him.
âbecause when i kissed you i made you uncomfortable and i donât ever want you to be so i thought itâd be best if i left you aloneââ
âokay letâs fix that right now,â his hands tightened slightly around your cheeks and he readjusted his footing, knees still bent. âi kissed you. if anything i should be the one worried if i made you uncomfortable because i put my hand on your thigh like that and for that iâm sorry.â
âno butââ
âyes y/n. i kissed you because youâre polite and youâre sweet and youâre funny, and you donât see me as rude like everybody else does. and even though youâre naive and helpless sometimes, i like that you are. i like you.â
âbut youâre megumi fushiguroâŠâ you squeaked.
âso?â
âand iâm a loser.â
he laughed so cutely and shook his head, his pearly whites fully shining at you so big that it took you back to the first time he smiled in front of you.
âno youâre not you big dummy.â
he let go of your cheeks and placed his palms flat against the brick wall behind you, cornering you in as he let his head hang low, the top of his spiky black hair the only thing in your line of vision.
âi donât know how else i can make you seeâŠâ
he sounded so exhausted, and your heart clenched.
âwas itââ you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. âwas it actually you that kissed me?â
he nodded, head still hung.
âand do you actually like me? likeâ like more than a friendâŠâ
âway fucking more,â he mumbled.
you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain yourself from screaming.
you couldnât believe it. the megumi fushiguro, number eighteen, the most handsome man youâve ever seen and the kindest one youâve ever met⊠liked you.
âi couldâve sworn i kissed you..â you spoke softly, trailing off.
âyou didnât.â his voice was firm. âi kissed you and i put my hand up your thighâŠâ his forehead lifted to rest on the crook of your neck as he sighed a deep breath.
âi toldâ i told takuma to scram at the banquet because i got jealous that you were talking to him more than me. i saw you crying in the hall that first time we spoke and i recognized you and i went up to you because finallyââ
he picked his head up slowly, eyes serious. âfinally, you noticed me.â
he was so close that your nose brushed gently with his.
âyouâre so dense y/nâŠâ
megumiâs eyes flickered to your lips, âiâve wanted you since the party.â
âthe party?â you murmured.
he nodded. âthe party where your friend first met yuji.â
your breath hitched as you felt his hands slide down the wall and snake over your hips, holding you tightly against him as the shock of his words made your body numb and tingly.
since the party?
it all seemed to click into place then, every single moment megumi tried to get you to look at him, to talk to him, in his own discreet way that you were completely oblivious to. and you were so fucking caught up in this fog of denial, that a person like megumi could never be interested in a person like you, that it made you push him away for the longest time without even giving yourself a chance.
you were so fucking stupid.
your arms slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, the rough feeling of his baseball uniform underneath your fingertips and arms as you pressed your nose up against his shoulder shyly, feeling so incredibly bad for avoiding megumi for so long.
âiâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled. âiâm sorry i was so oblivious gumi.â
you felt him shake his head from the crook of your neck silently, the vibration of his heart beating rapidly against you making you sweat and melt at the same time.
âdonât be.â
âi justââ you struggled. âi just thought you didnât like me like i liked you and i wanted to respect your spaceâŠâ
âi understand,â he muttered. âbut i donât want you to respect my space anymore.â
you held him tighter.
âandââ your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder.
âhm?â
âi liked it when you put your hand on my thighâŠâ
megumi stilled, you playing the night he kissed you over and over in your head again like youâve done since it happenedâ the thought making you nervous and timid.
he gripped you tighter.
âdid you?â
you nodded, âmhm.â
megumi without parting from you, slipped a hand under your shirt and soothed his fingers over the bare skin of your torso, your breathing stuttering, his rough hand radiating warmth.
âwhat else do you like.â
you gripped the fabric of his uniform.
âi like⊠i like the way you kissed me. and how you touch me⊠like right now.â
your voice was so so soft, practically a whisper as he seemed to shiver under your words, wanting more.
âwhat else.â
âyou,â you mumbled. âyour body⊠your hair⊠your face⊠your hands⊠the way you talk to people.â
âyou want me?â he murmured breathlessly.
âmore than anything.â
âwhat else do you like?â
you leaned your head back a little and pressed your lips to his ear. âthe way you play ball.â
he hummed, âyou like the way i play baby?â
you nodded, your heart hammering.
he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and shamelessly pressed his lips to your cheek, murmuring.
âyou wanna see what else i can do?â
âwhatâ what else?â
megumiâs face remained pressed against your cheek as he let both of his hands now snake underneath your shirt and upwards, slowly but roughly groping the cup of your tits over your bra, feeling you up as you gasped.
âuh huh..â he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss to your pink fuzzy cheek. ââcause i can do a lot more than just be your cool baseball man.â
he roughly spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming back up to your breasts to grope you as he shoved and rubbed his hardened clothed dick against your perky ass, your tiny skirt riding up and revealing your pretty pink panties that made him absolutely feral.
âgumi!â you gasped. âsâsomeone could seeââ
âi donât fucking care.â
megumi buried his nose further into the back of your neck and your hair, him being a little pervert in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.
he dragged his mouth up against your skin and latched on to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting sloppily against it as he marked you aggressively, no doubt in your mind that a purple bruise would follow soon after as his hands slipped under your bra now, pinching your hard nipples meanly and laughing when you jumped.
you moaned and whined against the wall, your body trembling as you felt your slick arousal slip from your hole and dampen your panties, choked up embarrassment coating your face as he shoved his fingers down your skirt without warning.
âyouâre soaked babyâŠâ he whispered. âand all because i grabbed your tits?â
âmegumiiiâŠâ you whined, and you squeaked as he quickly slipped his fingers in between your pussy lips and pinched your clit.
âgumi,â he corrected. âfix it.â
âgâgumiââ
âgood, pretty baby...â he praised, his dick rock fucking solid against your ass at the way his fingers slipped and slid in between your lower lips without much effort, both of your chests heaving and panting as your brains frazzled erotically.
the sounds of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall and you both immediately froze, a gasp slipping past your lips before megumi quickly covered your mouth with the same hand that was just fingering you.
âshh.â he kissed the back of your head.
if anyone were to walk in and see the sight before themâ megumi with his crotch pressed up against your ass, a hand pushing your top and bra up, squeezing your bare puffy tit and the other covering your mouth?
theyâd drop dead.
without another moment wasted, megumi uncovered your mouth and turned you around, his tongue darting out and licking the patch of wet on your cheek from his fingers before shoving them in his mouth, sucking up your left over juice as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder.
megumi was freaky.
your eyes widened as he walked to the double doors of the locker room and kicked it open with his foot, turning around to lock them shut before walking to a corner and setting you down gently on a bench, his palms flat beside you on the smooth wood as he towered over you.
âisâ is everybody gone?â
âlong gone.â he nibbled at your cheek.
âbutâ but what if someone wants to come in?ââ
he pulled away and got down on his knees. âiâll tell them to fuck off.â
you panted as he pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed, spreading them apart slowly with his eyes trained to your drenched cute pink panties.
he slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted, bending you and pressing your knees closer to you as your back hit the lockers behind you, your hands gripping the bench for dear life.
âhas anyone ever seen your pussy?â he gruffed, licking his lips.
you shook your head, embarrassed. ânâno.â
âhas any other man touched you the way iâve touched you?â
âmâmaybe in high school?ââ
megumi sunk his teeth into your inner thigh and bit you as you yelped.
âthought you liked me.â
âi do!â you sputtered.
âclearly not if youâre being a little whore and letting other filthy men on you.â
your hole clenched.
âthatâ that was before you!â
he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your pussy covered panties, dragging it slowly and agonizingly up until the tip of his tongue passed and flicked up against your clit, the tip moving around and around your little nub as your thighs shook.
âdoesnât matter.â he let a string of drool fall from the corner of his lips and over your ruined underwear, your eyes fluttering as you felt his warm saliva ooze in between your lips.
âand what about takuma, hm?â
you tried to open your eyes. âtaâtakuma?â
âmhm. he was all over you.â
you hiccuped as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties and pulled them down.
âiââ
âbet he wanted to do to you what iâm doing right nowâŠâ he hummed. âwould you have let him?â
he stuffed his nose into your bare pussy and inhaled deeply, your jaw dropping as you squeezed your eyes shut.
your lack of response caused him to pull away and bite your thigh again, harder.
âwould you?â
ânâno!â you shook your head quickly, strands of your hair lightly grazing your face. âi wouldnâtââ
âso who then?â he licked over his bite mark. âwho would you spread your legs open for like this and let them see what a nasty fucking girl you areâŠâ
âyou gumi!â you hiccuped. âjust youââ
âjust me?â
megumi finally let his tongue slither itself in between your folds, slowly running over your flaps and clit as your hole continued to squelch out your arousal, pooling on the bench beneath you.
âyâyes!â
he slobbered and spit over your pussy like a starved dog, his face glistening like sugary glazed sweets.
âthatâs what i fucking thought,â he hummed. âyou gonna try and forget me again?â
âno!â you shook your head. ânever! i canât!â
he gripped your thighs tighter as he absolutely violated your folds then, wet sloshing and slurpings filling the air as he spat and shook his head side to side rapidly on your clit, you squealing and attempting to snap your thighs shut in response, his strong grip not letting you even if you tried.
âiâi canât!â you cried. âgumi slow please itâs too muchââ
âbe a pretty baby and stop complaining.â he ran his slimy tongue over your pussy entirely before shoving it inside your hole.
you choked and clasped a trembling hand over your mouth, tears of ecstasy spilling from the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
you whimpered and moaned and cried so pathetically, so cutely in his ears that he grinned as he pumped his tongue in and out of you filthily.
âyouâre so fucking sweetââ he slapped your cunt and you jumped. âgood thing i have a sweet tooth.â
your legs shook violently as you began to see stars, your tight hole clenching and sputtering around nothing as you felt your release approaching.
âgumiââ your hand flew back to the bench and you gripped it. âmâgonna cum! iâmâ iâm gonna make a messââ
megumiâs hand shot up and wrapped around one of your thighs so the tips of his fingers met your clit, his digits proceeding to rub and flick it as you climbed and reached your high, a high pitched scream echoing through the steamy locker room as your pussy leaked your sweet cum on his tongue.
you shuddered and jumped at the way he cleaned up your release and swallowed it, running his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on your thighs before coming back up and wiping his glistening face with his sleeve.
megumi leaned in and pressed a gentle loving kiss to your lips, a complete turn around from the feral beast you had in between your legsâ you kissing him back with just as much feel and affection.
he pulled back and got back up on his feet, you watching him ditzy as he jogged over to his locker and turned the lock until it clicked open, him rummaging inside for a little before he shut it and came back with a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.
âput these on baby,â he murmured.
you nodded sweetly and took them from him, you slipping off your skirt and pulling his sweatpants over as you watched him bend and look over corners.
âwhat are you looking for?â you asked softly.
he perked up then and stuck his hand under a bench, pulling out your wet ruined pink panties and holding them up high like a trophy.
âoh my godââ you covered your mouth in embarrassment. âgive me those!â
ânope.â he shook his head and walked over to his duffel bag on the floor, unzipping it before stuffing your panties inside. âthese are mine now.â
megumi came back up and wrapped his palm underneath your chin, tilting your face up softly before planting a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.
âand so are you.â
and that you were.
you went on many many dates with megumi after that, each and every single one so incredibly lovely and fun, a genuine connection you felt with him and each other that you had never ever felt before in your life, absolutely enamored by the way he gently treated you and made you feel like the only one that mattered in his life.
your best friend was obviously over the moon for you, squealing like a maniac at everything you told her, and always teased megumi about his lovesick face whenever you came to his games or appeared in the locker room to help him change, sort his clothes, or fix his hair.
âmegumiâŠâ she snickered. âyour cheeks are a little red! are you likeâ sick?â
he scowled at her and turned the other way, wiping his sweaty forehead as he watched you bounce down the steps cutely and onto the field after one of his practices, a huge smile on your face that replicated on his.
the minute you jumped into his arms, he peppered your little cheeks with kisses as you giggled and ruffled his spiky hair, asking him how he felt about practice and other things after he set you down.
without anyone noticing, a journalist was on the field, and at the sight of megumi fushiguroâs beaming toothy smile as he watched you run to him, they quickly snapped a photo and published it.
one was a perfect portrait photo of his shining white smile (that later became his signature picture) and the other was a photo of his arms out for you as you ran, the both of them causing an absolute uproar that altered megumiâs image from that day forward.
megumi fushiguro was thought to be the meanest player on the team since the day he got signed.
but when he started taking more pictures with fans, kind of stopped offending the people around him, signed more autographs, and smiled occasionally at the paparazziâ all while your pretty self stood right next to him?
megumi fushiguro was sometimes the meanest player on the team.
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Peter Parker
⧠summary: Your new teammate Peter Parker has a huge crush on you, and your boyfriend Logan has always wanted to watch someone else fuck you. Itâs Peterâs birthday and Logan decides to share.
⧠warnings: smut 18+, mmf threesome, oral, unprotected piv, so much cum lol, Peter is very pathetic lmao (and not very experienced) and more of a sub, Logan is dominant and reader is dom-ish for Peter but sub-ish for Logan, little bit of say gex đ (oral, Logan receiving), pet names (my girl, good girl/boy, baby, bub), implied age gap (Peter is the youngest â didnât mention a specific age but early 20s-ish, reader is a few years older, Logan is obv the oldest), Peter being a nerd, lots of teaching Peter (mostly how to go down on each other), also the fic starts with smut right away lol
⧠note: idek if anyone else is interested in this character constellation and needs it as much as i do but theyâre my two biggest marvel crushes (in completely different ways) so i had to!!!!! like hellooođ”âđ« and i really love this omg
⧠word count: 7.5k oops
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Youâre on top of Logan, riding him like your life depends on it.Â
Loganâs so good in bed that you usually just let him pamper you; you both like it that way. Itâs also what makes the times when youâre on top even more special. Your boyfriend is struggling not to cum in you yet, fingers indenting your hips where heâs grabbing you hard.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby, such a good girl,â he groans underneath you.Â
You grin as you lean down to give him a sloppy kiss, pulling away before heâs done with you so you can resume bouncing up and down in his lap.
Logan slides his hand between your legs, beginning to rub your clit as he feels you clenching around him tighter.Â
Youâre so close.
Youâre so fucked out that you barely register the door to your bedroom opening.Â
âHey, do you know ifâ oh god, sorry!â you hear Peterâs voice, and before you can catch a glimpse of him the door shuts with a bang.
It takes a few moments for your heartbeat to calm down and for you to realise what just happened. Peter walked in on you fucking your boyfriend. Innocent, nervous, adorable Peter Parker â new recruit at the mansion. Youâve only just barely befriended your new teammate and youâre not sure your friendship can handle him catching you like this.
You look down at Logan for the first time, only to see him smiling.Â
âHe did that on purpose,â he chuckles, hands still resting on your hips as if heâs ready for you to start right back up. You stay on top of him with his cock nestled deep inside you, pulsing, but you canât get yourself to focus on the pleasure of it.
âHeâd never do something like that on purpose. Heâs way too innocent for that. He wasnât meant to see us like that â I bet heâs traumatised!â
Logan laughs again, âTraumatised because heâs not the one fucking you maybe, sure.â
Your mouth hangs open at Loganâs accusation â Peter sees you as a friend, nothing more! You doubt he even thinks about sex, let alone about having sex with you.Â
Rising to your knees, you let Logan slip out of you, his cock slapping against his abs with a dull, wet smack, a mix of his precum and your wetness smearing over his skin.
âWhat? Weâre stopping cause of him?â Logan grabs your hand, âHeâd get what he wants.â
âLogan,â you warn, somewhat seriously. Heâs making Peter out to be someone he really isnât.
He smiles, adjusting your hips so youâre hovering over him again, jerking his cock and positioning the tip at your entrance. You smile down at him â itâs hard to resist when he looks so good and your pussy is still wet and not yet satisfied.
âPeter did that on purpose, bub,â he repeats, breath becoming laboured as you sink down on him, âYouâre not telling me youâve been oblivious to his crush on you all this time, right?âÂ
You involuntarily clench your pussy around him, closing your eyes so you donât have to face looking at him after that. But Loganâs smirking â you donât have to open your eyes to know that; you can practically hear it. He jerks his hips under you, starting to fuck into you from below.
âYâlike that, baby? Spider-Manâs got a crush on my girl. You donât know that?â
It almost feels like youâre cumming with how much wetter you get at his words, and you manage to open your eyes to climb off him properly this time, lying down next to him, burying your face into the pillow to hide.
âNoo,â you squeal, though it comes out muffled.
Logan slaps your ass, keeping his hand there to grab your flesh, âUh-uh, baby. You canât squeeze around my cock like that and then run away.â
You giggle, leaning up to look at him, âThat was just because I was sitting on your big dick. It had nothing to do with Peter.â
âSuure, bub, sure. Can I keep fucking you then?â
You nod, scooting closer to him, both of you on your side. Logan hikes your leg over his hip and slowly thrusts into you as your limbs tangle together. He spits on his hand to rub your clit messily, the way he knows is enough when you were already this close to an orgasm just moments earlier.
âYouâre the only one I want, Logan,â you tell him in a quiet voice, distracted by how good he feels inside you as he fucks you, playing with your puffy clit.
âI know that, baby, I know that. I know youâre my girl. My perfect, pretty girl. Doesnât mean you canât enjoy that someone else has a crush on you. Canât expect Peter to be blind.â
You cum around his cock then, moaning into his skin as he fucks you through your orgasm, filling you with his own load seconds later.
Logan drops the topic of Peter while you cuddle afterwards, and itâs hard to keep thinking about it when youâve got your gorgeous, beefy boyfriend next to you, your hand buried in his hair as you massage his scalp the way you know he likes.
Itâs when Logan says heâs going downstairs to get you some water that you remember Peter.
âTell him Iâm sorry if you see him.â
âSure, bub,â Logan says dismissively, kissing your knee with a teasing grin as he gets off the bed. You suppose heâs right â you have nothing to be sorry for. Itâs Peterâs fault for walking in without knocking.
But you canât help but feel bad. Heâs an adult, only a few years your minor, but he seems so innocent. He likes you â you can agree with that. He admires you; that much is obvious too, but you donât know if calling it a crush is an exaggeration. If Logan is right and Peter has a crush on you, youâre sure itâs nothing sexual.
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Logan can sense Peter from a mile away. Peter is pacing up and down in the kitchen. Logan smiles at the floor as he enters the room.
Spider-Manâs face is flushed â whether itâs from embarrassment or arousal, Logan canât tell. But the bulge in Peterâs sweatpants assures Logan that he was right in his assumption in the first place. He turns to the sink to pour a glass of water to take upstairs, giving Peter the time to adjust himself.
âMy girl says sheâs sorry,â Logan says in amusement, turning around, âDidnât mean for you to see us like that.â
âWhat? Iâ no, Iâm sorry. I should have knocked,â Peter stammers.
âThatâs what I told her.â
Peter doesnât reply, having a stare contest with the floor so that he doesnât have to meet Loganâs eyes.
Logan chuckles, âSo whyâre you in the kitchen and not in your bedroom?â
Peter doesnât miss the sexual implication. âI feel bad.â
âWhat, you think people donât jerk off thinking about their crush just because that person is in a relationship? Itâs just in your head, bub, you can do what you want.â
Peter looks up. Itâs not that he feels bad towards Logan; he feels bad towards you. But if Logan thinks that way and youâre his girlfriend, maybe that means you share his opinion. Peter is too lost in thought to reply to Logan.
âSuit yourself,â Logan says as he leaves the kitchen.Â
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âDid you see him?â you ask Logan when he comes back.
âYeah, said heâs sorry, he should have knocked.â
âAnd he didnât seem disturbed?â
Logan laughs out loud at your question, âNo, baby, donât worry. Heâs not disturbed. His only problem seemed to be how hard he was.â
Your mouth falls open, âReally?â
âMaybe heâs not as innocent as you thought after all, bub,â Logan smirks, pulling you closer.
That revelation turns you on more than you care to admit, to yourself or to Logan.
-
Itâs Peterâs birthday a few weeks later and heâs happy as long as he gets to spend it with you.Â
Heâs not expecting you to get him anything, but you get him a Lego set that heâs been wanting for months. Itâs something heâs mentioned to you only in passing and he canât believe that you remembered.
You make it so hard for him to see you only as a friend when youâre this attentive. To be fair, heâd probably fall in love with anyone who gives him Lego, but he already liked you before. If only your boyfriend wasnât the most attractive, masculine man in the entire world who, even though Peterâs confident in his skills, could probably maim Peter without any effort at all.
Heâs not sure if itâs true, but youâve told Peter that Logan is busy today, so he canât join you for Peterâs birthday lunch. He introduces you to his friends and his aunt that have come to his small celebration, and he fantasises that surely some of them must think you and him have a thing going on. May definitely gives him a look when she sees how gorgeous you are, but she already knows all about Peterâs hopeless crush on you.
You kiss Peterâs cheek when everyone leaves, letting him blush in peace as you go up to your bedroom.Â
You told him youâd watch a film with him tonight but you seem to have forgot. Itâs evening already and he wouldnât want you to stay up too long for him if you watched the film later. Even if you did forget, heâs grateful he got to spend the day with you.
Heâs about to bring his best gift â the one you gave him â upstairs and to his room.
âYou like it?â Loganâs voice sounds behind Peter.
âI love it. Iâve wanted this for ages,â he grins.
âIâm glad you appreciate it. She made me threaten a twelve-year-old over it. It was the last set they had at the store.â
Peter grows even fonder of you. He knows he must be blushing, but he also knows thereâs no point in hiding it â not since the night he walked in on you and Logan having sex. Heâs been hoping Logan didnât tell you about their run-in afterwards, although he knows he can be a little obvious regardless. Itâs hard to hide a crush as big as the one he has on you.
Logan clears his throat, folding his arms, all those muscles bulging, âIâm not the best with material gifts but Iâve got something else for you.â
âYeah?â Peterâs wary. Logan and him arenât exactly friends. He wasnât even expecting you to give him a gift.
âI know you wanna fuck my girl.â
Peter gulps at Loganâs directness, starting to stammer out a few words that make no sense.
âYâdonât have to deny it. Canât blame you, can I? You wanna live out your fantasy?â
Peter finds it hard to imagine that this isnât a trap or some sick joke. âNoâno, of course not. Sheâs your girlfriend and Iâd never, I mean, sheâd never cheat on you and Iâd never try anything. I respect you so muchââ.
Logan cuts him off, âCalm down, bub. This isnât a trick. Iâm asking if you wanna fuck my girl for your birthday. We both had the idea,â Logan smiles, and he doesnât have to wait for a verbal answer to know that Peter wants it â the gleam in his eyes tells him enough, âCâmon. Sheâs waiting in your room.â
Peter abandons the Lego box on the floor. He couldnât care less if some student found it and took it for themself. Peterâs on his way to better things.
-
Peter doesnât let himself believe it until Logan opens the door to his bedroom, and there you are. Youâre sitting on his bed â something Peter has imagined many times but never even dreamt of seeing in reality â in the most gorgeous set of lingerie heâs ever seen (not that heâs seen many in real life⊠or any).
âHi,â he waves awkwardly, unsure whether to try and hide his growing erection. Youâre half-naked only a few feet away from him, and this is better than all of his wet dreams about you combined.
Youâre grinning, first at Peter and then at Logan, who closes the door behind Peter.
Logan takes a step forward to bend down and kiss you. Itâs a short but sloppy kiss, Loganâs hand resting on your cheek. He looks back, chuckling at how desperate Peter must already look, and sits down in the chair near the bed.
âHope you donât mind, Iâve made myself comfortable,â you bite your lip. Even your voice alone could make Peter cum.
âNo no no, not at all. You look so gorgeous. I never thought Iâd get to see someone look so sexy in real life.â
You giggle and it feels heavenly to be making you laugh like that. You lift your hand for him to take. He gasps when his hand touches yours, and you pull him to the bed with you. He feels like hyperventilating just from being so close to you in nothing but underwear. Peter wills himself to be strong; he canât embarrass himself and cum right away.
âYou know, Loganâs been trying to tell me for a while that you might have a tiny crush on me, and I didnât believe it at first butâŠâ
Peter laughs nervously before you can finish your sentence, but you donât have to. Everyone in this room knows how much Peter likes you. All of Xavierâs school probably knows â teachers and students.
âYeah,â Peter says weakly, cheeks hot.
 âLogan and I thought this could be a nice present for your birthday, if you want. Cause I think youâre cute too, and Logan doesnât mind sharing me for one night.â
It hurts a little that you only find Peter cute, but heâll take whatever he can get. Clearly heâs cute enough to fuck, and thatâs all that really matters right now.
âOf course I want to, so what are we doing?â Peter doesnât mean for it to come out so stupidly. He knows youâre going to have sex, he just doesnât know the details.
âIâm gonna get you nice and hard first,â you say it with a smile, looking down at his lap, knowing exactly that heâs more than hard enough already, âand then Loganâs gonna join us and you can both fuck me at the same time. Does that sound alright?â
Peter grins. âMore than alright. I donât know if Iâm gonna last long but I only need a few seconds before I can get hard again,â he tells you proudly, before he remembers that your boyfriend has healing abilities too, far more complex than Peterâs. Youâre probably used to going endless rounds. Now he just feels a bit silly for admitting that he canât last long.Â
Peter turns to the side to face Logan. Heâs manspreading, arms folded cockily in front of his chest, and itâs unnerving how a single person can ooze that much confidence. Although, if he looked like Logan and had a girlfriend like you, Peterâs sure he would be less insecure too.
âHave you had sex before?â you ask Peter all kindly, and he blushes thinking about the image of him you apparently have in your head. Heâs not that experienced, but heâs not that innocent either.
âYeah,â is all he manages to say at first.
âWhat have you done?â you ask him, gently resting your hand on his jaw, thumb trailing over Peterâs bottom lip. He stops himself from licking it.
âIâve, uh, been inside of a woman before and Iâve, like, fingered her. My ex-girlfriend.â
You smile at the unnecessary piece of information, âThatâs it? Youâve never had your dick sucked?â
Peter shakes his head, feeling like heâll cum just from your words, âNo, and Iâve never gone down on a woman.â
âYou wanna?â
He nods his head so eagerly that it makes you giggle again.
âMaybe later,â you tell Peter, your hand dropping back to your lap.
âYou can eat her pussy after Iâve cum in it,â Logan says with a smirk. You give him a look, turning to assure Peter.
âDonât worry, you donât have to do that.â
Peter looks between you two, âI donât mind! Iâm up for anything.â
You smile, moving to straddle him as you hum, âGood boy.â
He tenses underneath you, eyes screwed shut, and he canât even enjoy the way he cums as soon as you settle on top of him, your hands on his shoulders. Hot embarrassment floods Peterâs body, and he feels like he might cry.
âAw, itâs okay,â your voice is nothing but sweet with not even a hint of amusement, and Peter dares to open his eyes. Your face is inches away from his, and your closeness makes him feel less embarrassed.
âYou like me that much, hm?â you continue, and Peter hears a quiet laugh from Logan, but he doesnât care about his opinion, only yours, âIâm flattered you do. Glad you like your gift.â
âI really thought the lego set was my favourite present,â he says. This time he cracks a smile too as Logan and you giggle at his words.
âLetâs get you out of your clothes, okay?â
You get off Peter after he nods, pulling off his shirt. Peter stands up as you kneel in front of the bed to pull off his jeans, biting your lip when you feel how sticky his cum-stained boxers are.
âLook at what a mess youâve made, baby. So cute.â
Peter swears youâll stop associating that word with him by the end of the night, although heâs starting to like you calling him that. He takes one glance at you on your knees for him, and he has to look away in fear of cumming again immediately.Â
âI know,â Logan tells him, and Peter sees then how hard he already is too. Peter canât believe Logan gets you like this every night, but for now he smiles at him as they silently bond over how attracted to you they both are. Itâs impossible not to be.
Loganâs eyes drift down to Peterâs hard cock, and youâre grinning back up at your boyfriend, âLook how big he is, baby. Almost the same size as you.â The joy in your voice makes Peter stand a little bit taller. Heâs proud that you like his dick. Itâs probably the proudest moment of his life thus far.
You pull Peter back on the bed, sitting down as you lean back against your hands, âYou wanna unwrap your present?â
Peter nods, smiling at the goosebumps that erupt on your flesh as he pulls at the ribbon that youâve wrapped around your waist. He leans over to place it on his nightstand â heâs keeping that forever.
When he sits down in front of you, the sweet smell of you hits him. He looks between your legs, and thereâs a wet spot on your panties. All because of him? He keeps feeling prouder and prouder.
âThought about this so many times. Jerked off at least three times every single day since I walked in on you two.â
You and Logan smile at each other. He asks Peter, âYou did that on purpose?â
Peter doesnât turn to face Logan, the blush that has only just subsided flaring back up. âN-no. Of course not.â He knows neither of you believe his lie. He couldnât help himself.
âDonât worry. She liked it too,â Logan informs him, and Peterâs eyes go wide.
âYouâre a handsome boy, Pete,â you shrug, brushing your hand through his hair and he hums at the nickname.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks finally, cock already so hard he can barely think, and you havenât even done anything yet.
âGo ahead,â Logan says, but Peter pays him no mind.
âI wasnât asking you,â he says bravely, and your eyes go to those of your boyfriend as you raise your eyebrows.
âTold you heâs got it in him,â you say, pulling Peter close to press your plush lips to his. Itâs like an explosion of endorphins, and Peter knows that from this moment on he can die happy. You pull him closer, kisses getting wetter as the sound of them takes over the room, and itâs the hottest thing Peter has ever experienced.
âHere,â you briefly pause, taking his hand and guiding it to the clasp of your bra at your back. He fiddles with it for a few seconds, and you want to give him a chance, but then the bed dips with the weight of Logan, and he opens your bra with ease.
Peter doesnât know when he took his clothes off, but Logan is naked except for his boxers. He looks nowhere nearly as good as you, of course, but his muscles arenât exactly an unwelcome sight.
âIsnât my girl so pretty, Pete?â Logan asks, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms, taking off your bra.
âSheâs gorgeous,â Peter rasps, âSheâs perfect.â Logan hums in agreement.
Peter has imagined your tits too many times to count, and yet theyâre even better than anything heâs fantasised about. Heâs too nervous to touch you, but you take his shaky hands, putting them on your breasts.
âOh my god,â Peter whispers, breathlessly cupping and squeezing at your tits as his cock leaks with precum. He sees you biting your lip as you look at his lap, and Logan takes Peterâs hands off your tits.
âTake off her underwear,â Logan commands as you smile at his words. You lift your hips, upper body leaning against Logan, and Peter pulls your panties down your legs. He throws them off the bed somewhere, hoping you wonât be able to find them again so that Peter can keep them forever.
He moans loudly when you spread your legs, and itâs a wonder that Peter doesnât cum again just at the sight of your pussy. Youâre perfect, and so wet, and he falls to his hands, in front of you on all fours.
âYou want her mouth or her pussy first?â Logan asks, although you and him already know the answer.
âWanna go down on you,â Peter says, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy. You spread your legs further for him, and he looks up at you with the most adorable puppy eyes youâve ever seen.
âYou can,â you smile.
Peter inhales deeply when he squashes his face between your thighs, trying to burn the memory of how good you smell into his brain forever.Â
He doesnât have a technique, he just starts. You let out a soft moan when Peter licks up your entire pussy once; he moans too as he tastes you. He grabs your soft thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he lies down.
You give him a reassuring smile as he begins to eat you out, experimenting with different licks and kisses. You turn to your side to start kissing Logan, your hand holding his wrist as his arm drapes over your chest.
Peter licks greedily at your pussy, and you reach into Loganâs boxers to start stroking the hard length of him. Your hand is coated in his precum quickly, and he smiles into the kiss before he gently nips at your lip.
âYou okay there, bub?â Logan pulls away to smirk at Peter. If you can still kiss Logan that well, then Peter isnât doing a good job. You both look down to find Peter more focussed on grinding his cock against the bed rather than on eating you out. He blushes.
You reach out to touch his cheek, some of Loganâs precum from your hand wiping against Peterâs face, âyouâre so cute.â
He doesnât even register the word anymore.
âYou want Logan to teach you?â
Peter nods, moving only minimally to make space for Logan next to him, both their wide shoulders knocking against each otherâs (okay, Loganâs are slightly bigger). Logan huffs but doesnât say anything, placing one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing your other knee up against your chest.
âHereâs how you do it,â Logan looks at Peter, bending down to press a sloppy kiss right against your clit, coating you in his spit before he begins to gently suck. You squirm immediately, and Peter canât wait to try it out on you.
Logan pushes two fingers into your wet pussy, moving them in a way that you evidently like. Peter doesnât know what to look at â your pretty face or your pretty pussy. Logan huffs next to him, âI know she looks good, kid, but you gotta focus if you wanna make her cum.â
Peter nods, watching Logan sucking on your clit and moving his fingers inside you.
âYou can use your fingers to fuck her,â he explains.
âI know,â Peter says, his tone perhaps a little more petulant than what he was aiming for, âI just hadnât gotten her consent to do that yet, so I didnât.â
You smile at him, âyou can do whatever you want to me, Pete.â Â
And thatâs all heâs ever wanted to hear in his life.
Logan nods at him, sitting back up, and Peter gets between your legs. He knows heâs got it easier now because Logan had his mouth on you for a bit, but it wouldnât be fair otherwise. Logan is like an old man with loads of experience, and he probably gets to fuck you every night, so he has an unfair advantage.
Your boyfriend gets next to you, kissing you â and itâs all sensual and passionate and wet and Peter canât help but stare for a few moments. Logan starts touching your tits, groping you and moving to gently play with your nipples.
You pull away from the kiss, a string of spit hanging between your and Loganâs mouth, âPete?â you ask softly, but Peter can hear some desperation in your voice. He doesnât need to be told twice.
First, he quickly licks your pussy just to get that heavenly taste in his mouth again, then settles on a more precise movement of his tongue. He circles your clit, hearing you sigh against Loganâs mouth, but Peter isnât sure if heâs the one who evoked that sound.
He slides two fingers into your pussy, curling them how Logan showed him to. Heâs stopped moving his mouth, too concentrated on looking at your face to see a reaction.
âThatâs it, Peter, donât stop,â you moan, pushing his head back down and he happily wraps his lips around your clit, fucking you gently with his fingers.
âYeah, baby, heâs got you,â Logan says into your neck, âYouâve got her, right, Peter?â he asks all smugly.
âMhhmmm,â Peter squeaks without taking his mouth off you, and the vibration of his voice seems to make you squirm a bit more. He decides to let himself moan the way heâs been wanting to the entire time, subtly grinding his hips into the bed beneath him as he eats you out and fucks you with his fingers.
You cum with a cry that makes Peter even prouder than heâs been all night, and he thinks heâll savour the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head for the rest of his life. He pushes his tongue into your pussy to taste as much of your arousal as he can, stopping when he feels your and Loganâs eyes on him.
âDid such a good job,â you tell him, and he grins proudly. He gets on his knees to lean up and kiss you. Your tongue slides into his mouth, and his heart skips a beat at the way you smile into the kiss. Heâs in heaven.
âYou wanna fuck me now?â you ask, and Peterâs eyes go wide as he sits up and gets back between your thighs.
âAnd I want you too,â you smile up at your boyfriend, pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Peter has no idea how Logan has this much self-restraint, watching as he gets off the bed and takes off his boxers with a grin. Peter sees how you drool at the sight of Loganâs big dick, and Peter feels his own mouth watering.Â
âHere you go, baby. Gonna be a good girl for me, right? Gonna take my cock? You been waiting for this, hm?â Logan kneels next to you. He holds his cock over your face, lightly slapping the tip against your lips. Peterâs cock pulses against his abs.Â
You nod wordlessly, wrapping your lips around your boyfriendâs huge cock. You pull off him only to spit on it, jerking off the lower half of him thatâs harder to fit in your mouth.Â
The wet sounds coming from you sucking Loganâs cock make Peterâs dick twitch as he spills a new load of precum. It lands on your thigh, getting your attention.Â
Peter doesnât know how you can spare a single moment away from Loganâs cock, but you pull your mouth off him, âYou can start if youâre ready,â you smile at Peter. Both of you watch him as he pushes his cock inside you.Â
Your warm, velvety walls suck his cock in unlike anything heâs ever felt before. Peterâs eyes flutter shut and he just stays like that for a few moments, the sound your mouth makes around Loganâs cock doesnât make it easier for Peter. Even if you donât seem to mind him cumming fast, heâs trying to prevent it, feeling so close again already.
He hears Logan huff out a laugh, and Peter opens his eyes. Youâve stopped going down on your boyfriend, looking at Peter all sweetly.
âItâs okay if you cum quickly, I did too at the start,â Logan confesses. Itâs hard to imagine him â the epitome of virility â not being able to last long, even with someone as perfect as you, but it makes Peter feel better about himself, by a lot.
âI really donât mind it, Pete,â you smile, and Peter nods. He looks down towards where youâre joined, your pussy stuffed with his cock. Even though youâre used to something even bigger, thereâs an obvious strain, and youâre squeezing around him hard even when heâs not moving.
You and Logan watch as Peter starts to fuck you, your hand on your boyfriendâs cock, lazily jerking him off. Logan doesnât seem to mind watching Peter pushing into you slowly. The two pairs of eyes make him feel more self-conscious, yet itâs also invigorating.
Peter clumsily rubs at your clit, at least attempting to focus on something other than how good he feels.
âYouâre so tight, feel so good,â he mumbles, and you seem like youâre enjoying it too, back arched and hand faltering around Loganâs cock. Youâre too distracted by Peter.
âDonât stop,â you say quietly, evidently not there yet but Peterâs sure you feel good.
You share an intimate smile with Logan, and he tells Peter, âDoinâ a really good job with my girl. This is the only thing, bub..â
Logan tries to hide his smile as he grabs Peterâs hand to guide his fingers back to your clit from where theyâd drifted off to your thigh, where heâd just been holding you. Peterâs cheeks turn red â or maybe theyâve been red the entire time â as he goes back to playing with your clit.
He doesnât notice it, but a few seconds later he stops touching your clit again, too distracted by how good your pussy feels. Logan shoves his hand between your legs instead, making you moan as soon as he starts rubbing your clit in circles.
Your pussy spasms around Peterâs cock as you orgasm, and he can practically feel the pleasure flowing through you.
âCan I cum inside you?â The question comes too late to wait for an answer so Peter pulls out, cumming all over your belly in sticky ribbons as he jerks off desperately.
You bite your lip when heâs done, humming as you take some of Peterâs cum off your belly, pushing your finger between your lips. âTastes so good,â you tell Peter, âTaste it.âÂ
You swipe some more on your finger, bringing your hand up to Peterâs face as you put your finger in his mouth. He wraps his lips around it hesitantly, smiling shyly when he tastes his own saltiness. Loganâs watching him too, cock still hard.
You gently nudge Peterâs head down towards your belly, and he smiles at you sweetly as his lips glide over your skin and he begins to lick up his own cum.
âDonât swallow it all,â you say, your hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He nods obediently, keeping his mouth closed when heâs licked your skin clean.
âHere,â you open your mouth for him, pulling him up to your face. His eyes go wide when he realises what you want him to do, and he holds your chin as he spits his cum into your mouth.Â
He was starting to worry a little because, even though he knows he has no problem getting hard after a first orgasm, itâs been a while since heâs gone three times in a row. But now his dick is so hard again that it almost hurts.
You stick out your tongue, showing Peter and Logan the cum mixed with your spit in your mouth. âCome taste him,â you look up at Logan with the sexiest smile anyone has ever smiled, and Peter feels his cock flex as he somehow gets even harder.
Logan rolls his eyes playfully, bending down to kiss you nevertheless. Some of Peterâs cum runs down your chin, and Logan pulls away from the kiss to lick it up. Peter thinks he really should start training his stamina with how close he is again just from this.
You still donât swallow when Logan stops kissing you. âCome here,â you tell Peter, and he kneels next to you so you have him and Logan at either side, their dicks hard. You sit up a little, spitting the rest of Peterâs cum into your hand as you reach for Loganâs cock, starting to jerk him off.Â
He gives you a fake annoyed look at you using Peterâs cum as lube, but itâs obvious he likes it, and it makes Peter reach out to his own cock to give it a few strokes â he canât help himself.
âHavenât made you cum yet,â you peer up at Logan, who puts a reassuring hand on your cheek.
âYou know I donât mind watching you two, bub,â he says, and your wide smile hints that Logan has told you something slightly different in private. He doesnât just mind it, he loves it. Peter gets why Logan might find that hard to admit in front of someone else, something about conventions and possessiveness, but heâs glad that Logan decided to share. Heâs glad that you want him.
You wrap your lips around Loganâs cock again. While you suck his cock, you stop Peterâs hand on his cock, jerking him off instead. You pull your lips off Logan, turning to suck Peterâs dick.
You switch between them a few times, the taste of their precum mixing in your mouth and dripping down to their balls when you suck their dicks. Peter particularly enjoys this, awaiting his turn eagerly every time. The head of his cock is swollen with lust against the inside of your cheek, and you turn to him to focus on him fully, letting him get lost in the feeling of fucking your warm, wet mouth.
You put your hand on Loganâs hip, guiding him down the bed. He smirks as he gets between your thighs, watching you suck another manâs cock as he starts to fuck you. He goes slowly first, letting you adjust to his size as you moan around Peterâs dick.
Logan watches Peterâs eyes flutter shut at the vibration of your voice. Logan knows youâre not just moaning because of him inside you though.
âYou like that, baby, hm? Like sucking Peterâs cock?â you donât take your mouth off him, but your sparkling eyes meet Loganâs. Itâs a look of understanding.Â
Logan is ready to cum, but he tries to draw it out. He can go endless rounds but the first orgasm is always the best. He wants to savour it, save it for a bit longer. He focusses instead on making you cum, fucking against your g-spot, almost making you see stars.
You moan around Peterâs cock when you cum again, and Logan almost submits, but heâs able to fuck you through your orgasm without cumming. Peter spills into your mouth as your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him deeper down your throat.
âSuch a good girl,â Logan praises you until your pussy stops pulsing with an orgasm, and you give him a fucked out smile as Peter pulls his cock out of your mouth.
âMy girl,â Logan adds, kissing you, and you sigh against his lips in pleasure.
You sit up to grab the water bottle from the side of Peterâs bed and take a sip. You pass it to Peter and Logan afterwards, and you donât move back between them once youâve put the bottle away, so theyâre facing each other.
You sit on your knees, looking between them as theyâre impatiently waiting for you to come back, both their cocks standing hard and proud against their abs.
You bite your lip, âAre you into men, Pete?â
Peterâs heart misses a beat and then happily continues drumming against his chest as he nods eagerly, although heâs not sure why it matters right now.
You share a brief silent exchange with Logan before your next words. âSo is Logan,â you nod towards your boyfriend. You wait for them to catch on to what youâre saying, but Peter is too shy to and Logan is still contemplating. This wasnât a part of the plan, but he canât say heâs against it. He just didnât know you wanted to see him with another man the way he wants to see you with one.
âUm, what now?â Peter asks with a nervous smile, ready to please.
You fight the urge to simply answer now you kiss, âYou think you two are the only ones that get a show?â
Peterâs eyes widen slightly at your suggestion before they brighten. A shy yet excited smile takes over his features.
âYou sure, baby?â Logan asks you. You bite your lip, nodding slowly. Logan smirks, because he knows that exact look and you havenât been quite this horny all night yet.
âOnly if you want to as well,â you tell him, and he doesnât need to answer.
âThis okay for you, bub?â Logan lowers his voice as he speaks to Peter.Â
He replies through an eager nod, âyeah.â The word comes out as a whisper.
Logan smirks as he leans in, gently placing his big hand around Peterâs throat. Heâs not squeezing, just holding him in place. You didnât mind Peter being all squirmy when you kissed him, but Logan wants to keep him still.
You watch their cocks rub against each otherâs abs as they get closer, strings of spit connecting their lips as they make out, tongues tangling in desperation.
Itâs sloppy, the way they kiss, and you could watch them forever.
Logan pulls his lips from Peterâs with a wet sound, firmly patting his cheek, âNow get on your knees, bub.â
The command makes even your knees buckle, and you watch Peter happily drop to the carpet, kneeling between Loganâs spread legs as he moves to the edge of the bed. He beckons you over to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a messy kiss to your mouth.
You know heâs close now, having denied himself an orgasm this long.
Peter wraps a greedy hand around the base of Loganâs cock, leaning in to press a few kisses to his dick. You and Logan watch him, you pulled closely against his side.
âYou want me to show you what to do?â you ask Peter after a while of him not doing anything but kissing and licking. Peter nods quickly, âyes please,â and you kiss him after you sit down next to him, tasting your boyfriendâs precum and some of your own arousal on him.
âThink heâs almost there,â you tell Peter as you look up at Logan through your lashes, and he smirks.
âThatâs not a problem,â Peter says quickly.
âHere, you can use your tongue,â you tell him, wrapping your hand around Loganâs cock as you take him into your mouth, tongue wet against the underside of him, âtry it.â
You keep holding Loganâs cock as you pull off him, angling it towards Peterâs face. His face is flushed as he takes Loganâs dick in his mouth for the first time, sucking on the tip.
âThatâs it, doing so good,â you brush your thumb over Peterâs cheek where it bulges when he takes Logan deeper. Your and Loganâs eyes on him make him nervous, and he pulls off to kiss you instead.
You make out with him for a few moments, letting him kiss you greedily and wetly, before you guide your mouths back to Loganâs cock. You and Peter part only minimally as you kiss either side of Loganâs dick, spit running down from your mouths to his balls as you share him.
âFeels so good,â Logan mumbles, all blissed out, watching his perfect, pretty girlfriend share his cock with another guy.
You see how close he is, slowly pulling your mouth off him and leaning your cheek against his knee as you watch Peter take your boyfriendâs cock into his mouth all by himself.
âAttaboy,â Logan says, placing a hand on the back of Peterâs head when he goes deeper, spit falling from his lips.
âJuuust like that,â you add, your praise spurring Peter on. Loganâs other hand goes to your cheek, absent-mindedly brushing over it with his finger as he holds your face.
Peter gets more confident when Loganâs breath stutters. He moans on Loganâs cock as he takes him as deep as he can, the wet sound from his mouth obscene.Â
Loganâs hips jerk as his cock twitches in Peterâs mouth, and he cums down his throat in warm, sticky ropes of his load.
âGood boy,â Logan softly ruffles Peterâs hair when heâs done, and you lean in to kiss Peter, some of your boyfriendâs cum still fresh on his lip.
âDoesnât my boyfriend taste good?â you ask against his lips, hardly breaking the kiss. You can hear the slick of spit and cum on Loganâs cock already as he jerks off again, to the sight of you two making out with his cum between you.
âHe does,â Peter mumbles against the skin of your jaw, kissing down your neck.
âHe tastes better than me?â you tease.
âNoâ no, you taste better than anything in the world.â And Peter means it.
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Youâre not done until hours later; you fuck until itâs the middle of the night. Earlier, Peter was ready to forgo his birthday movie night just so you can go to sleep on time, but he got something much better, even if it means you stayed up late for him. He canât say he feels too bad.
Peter is tucked in, you and Logan at either side as you send each other loving glances over Peterâs head. Youâre stroking Peterâs hair, basically cuddling him with how close you are.
âHope you liked your present,â you tell him, pressing one last kiss against his lips as you smile at his sleepy expression.
âBest birthday ever,â Peter mumbles, before he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
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Second Chance ~Logan Howlett Imagine~
Summary: Logan meets you. A variant of his dead wife.
Authorâs Note: I won't lie, Hugh Jackman was hotter in the early 2000s.
Part Two
Readerâs Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE, mentions of character deaths, mentions of sexual innuendos
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A new start for Logan was just what he needed. And thanks to the TVA, Laura was able to join him in the universe Wade was originally from. So this was a new start for the two of them. And to celebrate their success in saving the universe, Wade decided to have a pizza dinner party with all his friends so Logan and Laura can get to know them.
"We are missing one more person," Wade noticed as he looked around.
"Y/n will be coming soon. She had to deal with something first," Yukio tells him.
"Thank you, Yukio," Wade smiled at her.
"Y/n?" Logan asked Wade.
"Oh you are going to love her. Everyone does," Wade tells him. "You too Mary Puppins."
Ten minutes later, you finally showed up.
"As an apology for coming late, I made my famous brownies!" You announced as you handed the plate with the chocolate goods to Negasonic Teenage Warhead.
Logan looked over to see that the stranger who walked in felt like a walking corpse to him. His smile drained from his face as he stared at you who was greeting the people you knew.
"Y/n! I want you to meet our new friends! Logan and Laura," Wade said. It felt like a cheesy rom com slow motion turn to Logan. But he was still enchanted by your beauty.
"It's nice to meet you both," you smiled at them.
"It's nice to meet you too," Laura said as she shook your hand.
"Please excuse me," Logan said as he walked out. Your smile fell a little as you watched the man walk out. You looked back at Wade who had a confused look as well.
"I will be right back. But here. Meet Mary Puppins," Wade said as he handed the dog over to you.
Wade rushed out of the apartment to find Logan outside.
"Hey! What was that? You just ran out on one of the best people I have ever met. She is tied with Peter and Yukio," Wade tells him.
"I didn't realize you had a version of her here," Logan tells him.
"What are you talking about?" Wade asked him.
"Y/n. She was my wife in my universe," Logan explains to him.
"No shit. You were married?" Wade asked him in shock.
"She was also killed because of me."
"This one is different."
"And how's that?" Logan asked him.
"She's a really big badass here," Wade tells him.
"She was in my universe too. But I still let her and everyone down."
"This one could be different."
"I don't know."
"Why don't you come back upstairs and have pizza and get to know her?" Wade offered.
"I think I'm gonna stay out here for a bit," Logan tells him.
"Alright."
Wade headed back upstairs, leaving Logan all alone. Not fifteen minutes later, you came outside with a plate of pizza and a brownie piece and a beer.
"You are missing the pizza and my brownies which Wade was mostly eating all of them," you tell Logan as you handed the food and drink to him.
"Thanks."
"Are you okay? Did I do something?" You asked him.
"No. It's just... you look like someone and it's bringing back some memories for me," Logan tells you.
"Oh. Do you want to talk about it? If it makes you feel better, Wade has told me weirder things and more depressing things," you tell him. Logan let out a small chuckle.
"Maybe not now. I'm sorry for running out while you were introducing yourself."
"That's okay. Let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you," you smiled at him.
"It's nice to meet you too. I'm Logan."
"Hi Logan. So, did you have to suffer with Wade alone for a couple of days too?" You asked him. Logan laughed a little.
"Yeah. I did."
"I can tell. You have a tired look on you," you laughed a little. Logan smiled softly, hearing your laugh. It was no different from his universe's you.
"You know, the party is upstairs and we are missing it," you tell him.
"That's true. Let's go," Logan said as he followed you back upstairs.
During the party, you sat next to Vanessa as you both were catching up. Logan kept looking at you whenever he could as he talked to Laura.
"You like her," Laura tells Logan loud enough for only him to hear.
"Come on kid," Logan groaned a little.
"She's pretty. And Wade talked to her about letting me stay with her and the other X-Men," Laura tells him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Apparently she's a good teacher both education wise and powers wise," Laura tells him.
"She always was," Logan said, looking back at you. Your eyes met Logan's, making you smile at him.
"Oh he's cute. You should totally get with him when you can," Vanessa encouraged.
"You think I should?" You asked her.
"Yes! Plus he's handsome," Vanessa nudged.
"And his abs are amazing," Wade mentioned to you. You looked at Vanessa who also had the same look of interested with you.
At the end, you grabbed your bag and jacket before saying goodbye to Blind Al and Wade.
"You ready to check out the school?" You asked Laura.
"Yeah."
"Can I actually ask you something before you leave, Y/n?" Logan asked you.
"Sure. What's up?" You asked as you walked over to him.
"Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?" Logan asked you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled happily.
"Yeah. I'd like that. Here's my number," you tell him as you wrote it down really quickly for him.
"Call me."
"I will."
"Alright. I'll see you soon hopefully," you tell him.
"See you soon."
"Bye, Logan," Laura waved at him before following you out.
"So, are you two just going to adopt Laura and start a family?" Wade asked him.
"Leave it."
"Just letting you know, she likes it rough in bed."
"You and her had sex?"
"Nope. But I did overhear her and Vanessa talk about what they liked in the bed one time," Wade tells him. "And trust me. She may look sweet and innocent, but she is a bit of a masochist."
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LUCIFER.
his fall was not from grace, yet in his descent, he found freedomâa kingdom of his own making, where he rules not with light, but with the shadows it casts. and you, unfortunate soul, are the sin that fuels his eternal reign.
â± genre. gothic, dark romance, smut, angels/demons au, 18+
â± pairings. sylus, fem!reader
â± tags. 5.2k wc. this fic will contain dark and twisted themes. please heed the warnings and proceed with proper discretion. demon!sylus, sylus is ooc, not set in lads universe, profanity, heavy sacrilege/blasphemy, catcalling, sadistic undertones, noncon/dubcon, toxic relationships, corruption, sex in church, dacryphilia, mentions of obsession, allusions to stockholm syndrome, yandere, fingering, unprotected sex, explicit smut.
â± notes. this is an old rewritten/reimagined fic of mine bcos i saw a theory abt sylus being a demon. and coincidentally, rewatching a season of lucifer only made my brain rot tenfold D; so if you've seen me post this fic before with another character, pretend you didn't >:D
Thunder grumbled as a flash of lighting struck through the dark blanket of twilight skies. The rumbling sound angrily resonated through the stretch of clouds as if the heavens were to wash away human sins that have long been plaguing this era of the 21st century. A shower of rain soon followed that started in huge droplets and later cascaded from the slate gray clouds like waterfall.Â
Checking your old leather watch, it was only 6PM. It had been two hours since the power outage doomed the whole neighborhood because the utility poles were severely damaged after the hurricane ravaged the city yesterday.Â
The thick soles of your boots landed heavily on the tessellated sidewalk with every step, holding your umbrella closer to seal you from the heavy rainfall. Your eyes followed the beads of rain that bounced off the cold cement as your mind wandered further than where your body could take you to.Â
You had left Sylus sleeping in bed back in your shared apartment so you could walk around the city and drop by the church. It wasnât like you sneaked out, but was only reluctant to let him know of your whereabouts because you didnât want him to follow you around, especially to such a scared place like church. Before you left, however, you did ensure that his silver cross was still enclosed around his collar just for your sanity.Â
It had been a while since you last visited the church. With the power out and nothing else to do, you decided it was the perfect time to visit the cathedral where you always made your most solemn prayers.
The streets were still in shambles, though. Road signages were sprawled on the sidewalk, branches were barely hanging off the treesâthe city had vestiges of wreckage from the hurricane that emptied a usually busy metropolitan area today. Most people were still at the leisure of their homes as work and classes have been suspended until further notice, for everyoneâs safety and to allow the government to clean the roads.Â
You could already imagine Sylus shaking his head at your resistance to just stay indoors and simply be with him. The only reason you were confident to leave his side today was because it had been awhile since the last incident. You could live with the thought of coming back home to Sylus and his usual self. Sylus, who was always thoughtful and tenderhearted albeit his dominant exterior. Never did you think that you could land a man of such warmthâa year in two daysâbut how you met was a story made for another day.Â
Amidst the already dismal atmosphere outside, stepping by the narthex inside the baroque church greeted you with an even more caliginous surrounding. Darkness enshrouded the interiors of your chosen place of worship with only as much as three paschal torches by the apse to light up the altar. Still, with Godâs presence, your feet carried you in slow footsteps along the velvet red aisle as you made your way towards the nave.Â
You were alone in the eerie cathedral, but fear did not consume as you were in attendance to the crucifix above the high altar. This was your favorite cathedral among all the others in the city simply because of its gothic Victorian architecture.
Fixed with the cathedralâs grandeur and bedight with ornate decorations, you became more comfortable at situating yourself by the pewâgenuflecting on the elevated wood behind the stretch of oak benches as soon as you found your usual spot.Â
âIn the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,â you whispered in sotto voce, performing a sign of the cross with your eyes glued to the crucifix that represented Jesus Christ. You had your elbows propped atop the bench as you silently prayed.Â
Loving and gracious God, with all love and mercy, we thank you for blessing us with another day and protecting us in times of natural disaster.Â
You wanted to ignore the unusual cold air that slithered on your skin in horripilation. Your prayer resumed despite the Stygian gloom that darkened the cathedralâs interior or the sound of the harsh wind slamming through the towering doors by the vestibule. The storm is coming again, you mentally noted.Â
With your grace and kindness, Lord, I pray that you will continue to guide usâ
The manly fleer echoing through the vacantness of the church made you halt from your recital. âI knew my cute church girl would be here.âÂ
You knew that devilish voice all too well that it had you shutting your eyes, petrified. No wonder the air felt sinister. But if your gut-feeling about him was right, then there was no need to be frightened. âSylus, Iâm in the middle of a prayer,â you hushed, although before you could turn around to face his silhouette, he had already transported to your side with a wicked smile plastered on his pallid face.Â
âIâm not him,â he spoke in an orotund voice, stepping closer and closer. His ash blond hair did not hide his incarnadine eyes. âStop looking for that runt when youâre with me.âÂ
You stepped out of the pew with a rapid heartbeat, standing by the aisle as the tall man towered over you. âS-Sylus, whereâs yourââ you searched for his silver cross and found it still hanging around his neck, âdid you break it?âÂ
He glowered at your accusation. âYou know I would if I could, sweetie.âÂ
You exhaled a deep sigh. This was not Sylus, this was the malevolent demon inside of him. You ought to be cautious of yourself. âOkay, well... Leave me alone. Iâm praying.â
âOrdering me around?â Each step that he took reverberated across the cathedral. He stretched his head from side-to-side in a manner that showed his ennui. âDonât you miss me, kitten?âÂ
There was no stopping to the loud thumping of your heart as you stood along the aisle with Sylus backing you off further to the center. âSylus, I said not now,â you begged, but he refused to listen and only wiped his lower lip with his thumb.Â
âI hate it when you make me wait,â he muttered, stepping forward until your lower back hit the credence table at the altar. You found yourself trapped in a decreasing distance between yourself and the sadistic devil in front of you. âDonât look so scared. We do this every time.âÂ
âIâm not scared, but...â Your voice was getting softer, yet filled with fret. You pressed a hand on his chest as he locked your body with both arms around the table. âPlease, not here.â
You had to be firm, you just had to be but you couldnât muster the courage to fight back in Sylusâs presence. He was the embodiment of power and you were the representation of weakness.Â
He was a demon that thrived on sin, and he drew strength from indulging in the seven deadly sins. Vainglory, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, slothâall of those fueled his existence. Today, however, it was the third sin that consumed him, the one that ignited his darkest sexual desires.Â
âIâll be quick,â he bargained, undoing the upper buttons of your dress despite your failed attempts at pushing him away. Doing it at such a place! You sent him a glare but he only returned a sly smile. âHow about we show your God what youâre really like underneath that maidenly exterior, hm? Show him how dirty you really are?â
God, help me. You desperately shook your head, now overthinking if someone could see what he was about to do to you in this holy sanctuary. Long before you could cover your chest, he already pinned your wrist on the side as he lowered the fabric to show your collar. âSylusâ!â
âDonât be shy, kitten,â the whisper he sent through the shell of your ear caused shivers to your spine. With his heightened senses, he placed his mouth on your ear, âNo oneâs here to watch us except for your God. Be a good girl now.â
You tried to push him once more to no avail as he sucked on the flesh above your shoulder. There was no warning to prepare you from the sudden harsh suction. âI-It hurts!âÂ
Your nails dug into your palms to leave crescent marks on your flesh while you were squirming out of his strict hold.Â
âIt hurts? Good.â He continued to leave marks all over your flesh as he caged your waist around his arm. The feeling of his teeth pricking your skin had you whimpering in pain, and his eyes had grown rutilant when he momentarily pulled away to look at you. âYouâll hurt even more,â and then he erupted into a deep chuckle as if you were a meal that he was seasoning with a sprinkle of fear, âI should really just keep you for myself.âÂ
Your desire to breathe grew exponentially. âIâm not yours.âÂ
A low sneer and a dissatisfied ego had you pressed against the oak table in surprise. âYes, you are,â he reiterated as though he was enforcing the idea in your head. âYour soul, your heart, your bodyâyou are mine.âÂ
âIâm not! I wasnât born in this world to be your property,â you protested, pulling away from his grip only to be slammed harsher on the table. You knew you should never anger a demon but his possessive nature irked you. Aside from your already shameful situation, you wanted nothing but to get away from him. âYouâre evil.âÂ
âWhat makes you so brave? Your beliefs?â he gritted, reaching for an object near your head that turned out to be the Bible. âThis?â he quickly opened the sacred handbook and ripped the pages in front of your very eyes with a distasteful smile. How easily he ripped it, how easily he also tossed it. âWhatever, then. Thereâs no God. You humans are complete idiots for worshiping a nonexistent being. Werenât you the ones saying that Iâd burn as soon as I stepped into a church?âÂ
âHe is your father!â You sat back up, revolted by his blasphemy. He had no right to mock God like this. âDonât taint my beliefs with yours. My faith in Him is stronger than you think.âÂ
âYou should know what itâs like to be in hell before you say that shit,â he retorted, placing his lips back on your ear, âIâll take you there with me.âÂ
This is not the time and place! What a shameful situation he was putting you through, so unbelievably shameful and obscene that you couldnât look at him in the eyes. âSylus, I swear. Iâm going home if youâre gonna keep onââ
He huffed, showing boredom by dismissing you with a wave of his hand. âAh, fine. Youâre boring. Continue the prayer, then.â
For one of two things; first, Sylus would never let you off easily. Every act of defiance would garner you a punishment. Second, he was a time bomb. You never knew when his most cruel intentions would come to show. He was a malefic being that wouldnât give two shits about where he was as long as he was having fun at torturing your soul.Â
You should have known that when you chose to finish your prayer back at the pew. Sylus would simply not last long enough to just sit by your side in his apathy.Â
âHoly Father, please forgive us for our sinsââ
He snorted in ill-humor. âPitiful.âÂ
And while you sat there looking up at the crucifix, Sylusâs hand was already sneaking its way under your skirt. His icy fingers traced your inner thighs until he reached your center, and that was when you finally grabbed his wrist to stop him with wide, scandalized eyes. Was anyone on the qui vive to see you right now?Â
âSylus, for heavenâs sake,â you hissed, pulling his wrist away but his slender fingers were already coordinating motions against your clothed core. You had to look around in panic lest there be any unknown audience peeking from the shadows. Despite your refusal to submit, the contact was eliciting suppressed moans out of your parted lips. âY-Youâre insane. This isnât the place.âÂ
His smile was full of triumph and excitement, his right eye glowing ominously he spoke. âWhat makes it different?â he asked, raising your skirt and inserting his fingers inside your underwear. You had to press your lips together as soon as he started rubbing his fingers on your clit. âSee, you enjoy the fuck out of it. I can see through your deepest desires, kitten. Itâs telling me⊠âdonât stopâ.âÂ
Your palm was pressed on his chest while his other hand tried to spread your legs open. The very position you were inâleaned on the wooden bench, legs spread apart, and being fingered in the presence of Godâyou were certainly going to hell. This was going against your belief, having your chastity corrupted in arrant disgrace by a man who was the devil himself.Â
How exactly did you find yourself in this predicament? You came here to offer a quick prayer, not to be pressed on the bench by a man who was now unbuckling his belt in haste. You could only think of how Sylus, who was an angel beyond his demons, was perhaps trying to come out of being trapped in the dungeon where Satan had him caged.
âThis is so wrong,â your lips quivered as you spoke, both of the curling of your toes and of the shameless sacrilegious act. You knew you couldnât stop this no matter how hard you tried because Sylus would remain tenacious until he got what he wanted.Â
With that, you fully submitted yourself to him and let the back of your head rest on the wooden surface while you stared at the stained glass that roofed the cathedral in different hues.Â
Sylus was fast to display a smirk while positioning his hardened length on your entrance. The bands of your underwear were now resting mid-thigh as he pressed himself down on you with one knee supporting the angle of his hips. He was running his throbbing tip between your plump folds to lubricate himself with your slick. No screams could be released because you restrained your own whimpers, but your tears brimmed on the corner of your eyes from the initial penetration.Â
âNgh!â Your nails dug deep on his forearms. âS-Sylus!âÂ
âAre you crying?â His carmine eyes glinted of sadistic humor, running his gelid thumb across your lower lip only to sink it deep inside your mouth. âHow does it feel knowing that the God you worship canât save you?âÂ
A tear slid down from your eyes to your temple as Sylus started moving his hips in an achingly slow rhythm, each thrust going deeper than the last. You almost bit his thumb before he released your mouth by gripping your wrist. âSylusâsomeone could seeâ!â
To your irony, the crucifix stared down at you and enkindled your conscience from this sinful act. Father, forgive me. You could only whisper those words in your head because your mouth was too occupied in crying out Sylusâs name.
âSo warm.â It was hard not to think of how attracted he looked when he raked his fingers through his hair, later meeting your eyes with overpowering lust. He didnât hold back at burying his cock into your cavern, allowing your walls to fit his girth like tight glovesâthe feeling garnering his raspy grunt. âYouâre mine, sweetie. All mine.âÂ
Sylus. You blinked your tears away as you closed your eyes. Sylusâs lips were now on your neck as he increased the pace of his member sliding in and out of your cunt with squelching noises that shamelessly echoed across the cathedral. âSylus,â your lips were on his ear, âweâre inâaahâchurch.â
Unlike you, he was nonchalant about the sacredness of the house of God. He was mocking the supreme being that you held faith to as an act of engraving his existence into your mortal soul. While you restrained your moans as he slammed his pelvis against your hole, there was fulfillment rattling in his bones when he pressed your face to the side before diving in to suck on your sweet flesh.
âCry more. Did you know your walls get warmer when youâre aroused?â
It was hard to describe the feeling. The median between pain and pleasure was the closest example you could liken it to. The grazing of his fangs added to the burning sensation that you had all over your body as if fire was ignited to light up all your nerves.Â
Your hand latched onto his shirt before his body collapsed on top of you. With your legs spread wide, his head hung low on your neckâstill and unmoving, strangely like he had fallen asleep.Â
âSylus.â You tapped his arm through the heavy rise and fall of your chest.
And before you could move away, he shot straight up and looked at you with those foxy incarnadine eyes that were now in the shade of deep crimson. Eyes that were wide and full of horror as he looked around the cathedral before he slowly realized what he had just done.Â
âY/N,â he said your name regretfully, pulling your dress down to cover your exposed parts, âIâm so sorry. Iâm sorry, I did thisâ? I donâtââÂ
Long dried were the tears on your cheek. As you two scrambled to fix your clothes, you pulled him into a hug while he murmured endless sorryâs to your ear. At least, for now he was back. That was the most important thing with all the sanity you had left.Â
âJust get me out of here, Sy,â you said, back into the arms of your human lover.Â
~~
Youâve always wondered why Sylus often slept during the day. Or why his normal heartbeat was at the pace of someone who was having a heart attack. Or why he could get serious wounds but managed to heal himself fast. Sometimes he would disappear from your sight and transport himself into another. Sometimes he would see and hear things a thousand times clearer than any other person could.Â
For almost a year of dating, these questions only came up to you without much of an answer. You thought that you were simply theorizing over things that you shouldnât. Why does Sylus always wear that cross around his neck? At the back of your head, you were always intrigued.Â
You didnât find out about the real reason until two months ago when you finally met âLuciferâ out of nowhere. If Sylus was Jekyll, Lucifer was his Hyde. It was his way to allow you to form a dissociation between the two beings in one body.Â
You never believed in devils until Sylus showed his demonic face to you one night while you were supposedly peacefully sleeping. You recalled the screams that you released when you found out that Sylus was the fallen angel all along. That the rosary around his neck was meant to seal his dark side, the side that you still didnât know much of. Up until this day, he didnât provide a concrete answer as to why he needed to seal himself. He was taciturn about the topic of his other self despite you bringing it up every now and then.Â
But because you loved him, trusted him, and believed him when he said that he didnât plan to hurt youâyou stayed. You knew his human side better than the monster within him, so you told yourself that you could stay for him. You just needed to learn more about him.Â
There were still moments where you felt cautious around him, but when you looked to see his softened expression, you were comfortable at seeing the Sylus that you knew.Â
âY/N,â he broke the silence that lingered between you two as you walked around the city, âIâm sorry.âÂ
You tugged at his hand in reassurance. âItâs okay, I just...â As flashbacks of the earlier events returned to your head, you felt ashamed at having done such dirty deeds at a holy place. âHe always gets what he wants.âÂ
Because you let him.Â
âI canât do anything when Iâm trapped,â Sylus mumbled, keeping up with your footsteps as you strode along the street.Â
Your curiosity bubbled from his statement. âWhat happens when heâs taking over?âÂ
This time, Sylus didnât shy away from giving an answer while he interlaced his hand with yours. âI can hear everything, but I canât feel or see. Itâs all black, like Iâm in a dark void.âÂ
âLike comatose?âÂ
âYou could say that.â
How could a rosary seal his other self? How come he had two versions of him?Â
âHeâs obsessed with you,â he admitted, frowning at the thought as you passed rows and rows of boutiques and restaurants. âYour soul, your scent, your body. Thatâs probably why he always has the urge to come out.âÂ
The thought of it permeated heat on your cheeks even when it shouldnât. Sylus had always been sweet and loving with his intimacy with you, but his other side was rough and sadistic. He liked tormenting your innocence with his immorality.Â
âYou said the rosary was meant to seal him, but how come he keeps onââ
âIt doesnât work these days. Only my father can help, but I donât wanna go that far just to tell him about this.âÂ
Father. It was the first time he had ever spoken about his father in your twelve months together. Or did he mean father as in God? âWhereâs your father, Sylus? Or the rest of your family? Are the other archangels roaming on Earth, too?âÂ
You could see it in his saintly face that he was about to give an answer and you anticipated it, not until the nearby catcalling distracted you two.Â
âNice legs, gorgeous,â whistled the man who was leaning by the street railings with a cigarette in his hand. The man was probably in his mid-40âs with disheveled hair and unshaved face. You sent him a glare but a crude wink was returned.Â
âItâs a bit rude to ogle at my woman in front of me, donât you think?â was Sylusâs warning, the tendrils of his black-red mist extending to surround the man.
You could hear the man hooting again, unaware of what would become of him. âHa ha! You punk. Iâd spread those legs in a heartbeat.âÂ
While Sylusâs eyes were deepening into a darker hue, you knew you couldnât risk seeing him release his demonic side again. It was a dangerous gamble. And the city could become a bloodbath. So, in your insistence, you told your lover to just leave it be.
âSylus, let it go,â you gently asked, tugging at his arm softly. You wanted to avoid confrontation and just continue walking with you until you could reach your destination. âItâs okay.â
~~
âHappy anniversary to my favorite couple!âÂ
The clinking of glasses was followed by cheers on the booth where your boyfriend and your friends sat together. It was Averyâs idea to celebrate the special day two days prior as an excuse to hang out and drink. Luke and Kieran, being Sylusâs minions, were very much willing to join.Â
âItâs not until Wednesday,â Sylus corrected with a smile, sipping on his pint before putting an arm around you. He gestured towards Avery and Luke with a knowing look. âNow you two should date each other.âÂ
You giggled at the thought. âYeah, I totally support that.âÂ
Instead, the two of them reacted heavily against itâfaking a gag, making a face, name it all. They were adamant on showing how disgusted they were at the thought of dating each other and it was quite a hilarious sight to watch.Â
âBoss, come on,â Luke replied in outward distaste.Â
Avery, on one hand, was rolling her eyes. âYou wish I was interested. Iâd rather do Kieran than you.âÂ
Kieran was Lukeâs twin, the less obnoxious and more empathic one. But when those two were combined, their level of mischief wasnât really any different from each other.Â
âPicking Kieran is the most insulting thing you can say to me,â huffed Luke, earning yours and Averyâs chuckle.Â
After an exchange of playful banter and teasing remarks, the conversation was redirected back to you and Sylus as Avery curiously brought up how you first met your boyfriend. It was only a year ago and the memory was still vivid in your head.Â
âOh my God. I remember how Y/N first saw you at this auction,â she gushed towards your boyfriend while you blushed, gripping his arm closer, âand sheâs acting like she just saw her soulmate.âÂ
Kieran decided to chime in, âBoss was looking at her too, though. He may look tough, but heâs a hopeless romantic deep downââ
âEnough,â Sylus warned before sipping on his glass.Â
You rested your head on his shoulder and relaxed against him. âNext thing you guys know, weâre living together.âÂ
Frankly, everything was normal until Sylus showed up.Â
âWhat do you like most about her, Sylus?â Avery egged on with a grin spreading on her face.Â
Your boyfriend didnât even take a second to answer, âSheâs cute like a cat,â he said, caressing your hand with his thumb from under the table, âand smart, and caring. Can get spicy, too. It wonât end.âÂ
Sylus was the same, if not better. You didnât have much experience when it came to dating, but you were surely on top of the luck department for being blessed with a man like him. He was the most protective person you knew, the most affectionate, the most thoughtful. Sylus was the moon that illuminated your dark nights. You could even remember how he would wait outside of your workplace to pick you up in his motorcycleâthose were the little things that lasted for a lifetime in someoneâs memory.Â
âSheâs also a nun.âÂ
The sudden panic in your eyes came simultaneous to the fast beating of your heart. You swiftly whipped your head to look at Sylus who was now displaying a deriding smirk across his pale face. Oh, were you doomed. The ruby eyes and the stony face was clear confirmation that the demon had taken over him. Twice in the same day.Â
Even Avery was surprised by his word of choice, but nonetheless found it amusing as it was rare for them to see Sylus acting bold. You were grateful for her obliviousness because you didnât know how else you could explain the situation at hand.
âSheâs a what, boss-man?â Luke jeered, chugging on his pint and looking at his boss in his newfound entertainment. He was among the very few people that knew Sylusâs true nature. Because the twins were demons like him.
âA nun,â Sylus answered, sending a look of mischief your way. You were deeply panicking that you had to squeeze his hand in hopes of stopping him from showing his true colors. âWhat? Donât be shy, kitten. Didnât we have fun in that church?â
You quickly shook your head and denied it in front of your friends. âWe didnât. Donât believe him.â
Avery was unbelievably taken aback. âWow,â she held back a chuckle, âI didnât know Sylus has a vulgar mouth.âÂ
~~
The night carried on while the downpour engulfed the streets heavily. Your desperation to leave the dinner earlier than intended was solely because you werenât comfortable at having Sylus around other people. The man was clearly enjoying the embarrassment that he was putting you through. And you, you were only being cautious. Who knew what things he could do to Avery while in his other form?Â
You didnât want things to end up where Sylus would be ostracized by the people who knew him just because they couldnât understand that he was completely harmless in his benevolent self.Â
It took a lot of effort to finally make an excuse of getting home early while the skies have temporarily calmed down. However, as you two strolled across the street, Sylus wouldnât stop blabbering on and on about how you should have stayed more to talk about how prudish you were.Â
âIâm not in the mood right now,â you spoke in a detached voice, moving away from him as you walked together. Because you ruined it, you wanted to add. The cold breeze kissed your face through the dark.Â
Sylus only moved closer to you. âYou shouldnât be so uptight,â he countered, âIs that how kittens should act? Or do I punish you back at home?â
Punishments. You didnât wish to go through another round of his âpunishmentsâ because you werenât certain at how creative he could be at delivering them. There was no doubt that a man who traversed the ages would have seen enough torture devices used during the earlier times. Perhaps he could get inspiration from those.Â
âI just wanna go home,â you muttered, almost inaudibly had his heightened hearing senses not worked.Â
âGood, then I can have fun with yââ Sylus halted from his words as his face froze at the sight in front of him. His body had completely gone stiff and his jaws were clenched. You would have thought that he was angry until that evil upturn of his lips came to show.Â
âSylus...â
Following his sight, he was all eyes on a man from a distance before he dashed towards the stranger, leaving you utterly stupefied from where you stood. Whatâs he on about? You rushed as your heels landed in lightweight steps across the sidewalk while you watched in terror how Sylus mercilessly throttled the man by the neck and dragged him into a dark alleyway.Â
âSylus, stop!âÂ
As you reached him with a panting breath, you realized that the man he was holding high up against the wall was the same person that catcalled you earlier. The man was wriggling away from Sylusâs tight grip, only to be asphyxiated harsher than before.Â
âWh-Whatâs your problem?â The man struggled to breathe due to the strangulation and you were pulling Sylusâs other arm to stop him.Â
At the sight of Sylusâs crimson eyes and vicious stance, you knew there was nothing much you could do to prevent harm. He was determined to do what he wanted without paying attention to his surroundings.Â
âYouâre fantasizing her, huh?â Sylus taunted with a sinister undertone in his words. âYou wanna spread âem open?âÂ
Recalling the very words he spoke, the man saw you with frantic eyes as his face was reddening from the lack of oxygen. With a rushed shake of the head and a face that was begging for sympathy, he tried to break free. âN-No, no. Sheâsâhaaa! Sheâs all yours.âÂ
âSylus, stop it.â You grabbed his arms and attempted your best to pull him away despite the trepidation that caused you goosebumps. âPlease stop, youâre gonna kill him.âÂ
Every time you saw this demonic creature, you were learning new things about him and most of those things were of the worst kind. Not only was he possessiveâhe was diabolical, potentially obsessive, and a cutthroat sadist who wouldnât even blink before ending someoneâs life. This was the true nature of a demon, not some silly fantasy that todayâs pop-culture portrayed them to be.Â
He was a body without a soul.
Unfortunately, you should have thought twice before choosing to get involved with him.Â
âThatâs my plan, sweetie.âÂ
#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x y/n#lads x reader#lads x you#lnds x reader#lds x reader#l&ds x reader#sylus smut#tw.dark content
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€attractive things they do | heartslabyul
parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia
characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, and deuce.
content. gender neutral reader as always
note. fun fact: was scrolling thru my really, really old drafts and saw this. so I decided to just finish it cause why not. (this been rotting there for like a year and a half lmao)
I have about, 14 in my to do list haha. im doing them at random but trying to squeeze in writing at the crack of the night
perhaps he isn't aware of what he's doing exactly but riddle nods every once in a while during a conversation with you. that alone wouldn't have striken something in you if he wasn't intent on looking in your eyes every, damn, time! when you started to notice whatever habit it was it honestly got you skipping words mid sentence. eye to eye contact was something he thought was basic etiquette, hence his lack of care about it. there's something nice about his undivided attention focused, and probably soaking up whatever you had to say. if that wasn't enough him remembering every single thing you mention to him definitely did the trick..
everything, coughs. if i had to narrow it down probably the fact that trey quite literally looms over your shoulder to take a look at whatever you're doing. it doesn't matter whether you're tall, if you're sitting down that's what he's doing. if you had a penny you'd bet that he knows exactly what he's doing from the small smirk he does right after you jolt. you could smell his cologne, his skin over yours and you don't know if you want to screech into the void or throw yourself out of the window. you're as still as a statue, refusing to look up at him or else you're gonna get more down bad than you already are.
some might have contrary opinions but we all love an affectionate guy who isn't afraid to show it. caters just the type to bound up to you and attach himself like a magnet or something. it's funny cause you could be talking to your friends or something and he just bounds up behind you and encases you in a hug. sometimes when he's the one in a conversation he's pulling you over like he needs an emotional support item. literally whenever you're in reach, he's putting his arms to good use. you will not escape I guess.
for someone who claims to be a major hater to certain things considered weird in his book, affection included. ace does it a lot. he somehow always gravitates towards you, it doesn't matter if deuce is walking beside you he's gonna literally bump the guy away with his shoulder (one time into a bush.) a thing he likes to do though, is an arm over your shoulders like you're buddy buddies, which you technically are. just kinda out of character for a guy like him to pull you close so suddenlyâand he's semi-aware of it.
looks away really fast when he gets flustered. it's really obvious that you got him, with whatever you've done. a cute thing deuce has done is laying face down in his desk at record speed just because you managed to make him embarrassed, in a good way! if you peeked through the gap under him you'd see his red face. if he can't hide his face from you, as in you keep tryna peek at it when he looks away he's literally just gonna use his hands to cover it. (although his likely response is to just sputter some excuse and dip.)
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€ââĄâ . . signed !#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst#twst fluff#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle x reader#trey clover x reader#trey x reader#cater diamond x reader#cater x reader#ace trappola x reader#ace x reader#deuce spade x reader#deuce x reader#gender neutral reader#also i stared at this and debated whether or not to post cause i was honestly shitting myself
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Eric Venue
Summary: Vil x gn!reader (technically). Vil has always found your mannerisms to be endearing. They are less endearing when they are evoked by his father.
A/N: NEW DILF DROPPED AND I HAVE ZWRO SHAME AWOOGA!!! Special thanks to @animepaniclover122403 and @l1ls4y0 for being my eyes on the inside and getting me pictures. Warning, I'm on the EN server so I know absolutely nothing about Eric Venue so this may be very out of character.
Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.
Vil remembers the first time you met him. You wouldn't look directly at him, opting to stare at the floor as you mumbled incoherent sentences. Not a clear thought left your mouth.
Were you scared? Intimidated? Or, worse, did you not like the way he looked? That last possibility kept him up longer than he'd be proud to admit.
When he moved in with you during SDC training camp, he watched you walk into a wall three separate times. It was that third time that he realized what the situation was. You were flustered. How absolutely adorable.
Over the course of the weeks, you were eventually able to say more than three words to him. You continued to have issues looking directly at him, but he didn't mind that. It was cute. And a little bit of an ego boost.
Now the two of you were thick as thieves. And, in a teasing mood, he decided to ask you about your initial reaction to him.Â
As expected, you couldn't look directly at him, staring at the floor as you fidgeted with clasped hands.
Then he heard, barely above a whisper, âI've never seen anyone who is as beautiful as you.â
His heart fluttered. He knew you well enough now to know that you were from another worldâŠ
Which meantâŠ
He was more beautiful than anyone you'd ever seen in two worlds.
âSometimesâŠsometimes I can't look directly at you because when I look at you IâŠI can't think, and my mouth goes dry.â
Adrenaline rushed through him, and he couldn't fight off the vicious grin as he cruelly took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him.
âYou are so adorable.â Then, to absolutely destroy what little calm you had left he pressed a kiss to your nose. You immediately crumbled, your only life line the hand still holding your chin, as he hid his laugh behind a delicate hand to his mouth.
And now? Now he'd invited you home with him for summer break. He'd planned every day's outfit down to the hour, hoping to absolutely destroy you with his casual attire. Not that it was ever truly casual, but that was by design.
And, by the end of the summer, you'd ask him out, and he'd graciously accept. And then you'd live happily ever after.
He forgot to account for one thingâŠ
âIt's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you,â his father said with an amused smile, as he pressed a light kiss to each of your cheeks.
Vil knew immediately. Your eyes flicked to his father's, then your entire being crumbled.
âH-h-h-hi, Mr. Venue-â
"Oh please. No need to be so formal. Call me Eric.â
âE-E-E-â
âFather! I thought you had a meeting today,â Vil cut you off quickly, an unconcealed tinge of irritation to his voice. Not that you'd notice. You were too far gone, your face unsubtly turned down to your feet.
âI did, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't come meet your- what are they again?â His father smirked, a challenge in his eyes.
âI'm-Iâm his-â
âY/Nâs my guest. My guest. No need to be a host, I have it all taken care of.â
Vil and his father smiled at each other for a moment. A moment too long apparently, because you ended up trying to speak again.
âThank you for letting me stay in your home,â you whispered, barely audible.
âIt's not a problem!â He reached out for your hands, taking them in his own, his thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. âIt's wonderful that my son has people that are important to him. Would you, perhaps, like to stay forever?âÂ
In a move very much like one of Vil's, Eric gently tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. Vil watched your face fall under the spell he himself often placed you under. It took everything inside him not to act like a child in a rage. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, and quickly steered you away.
âY/N is very tired so I will show them to their room,â Vil said. âAs I said, I will be their host, no need for you to take time off.â
His father laughed as he quickly shoved you into a nearby guest room. Not even the one he had intended to put you in. But he had to get you away from his dad.
âHe smelled nice,â you whispered.
Of course he did. His father smelled of mahogany and expensive cologne. When he was little, that smell meant home. Now that smell meant-
âHe was so pretty,â you said with a rather nasty voice crack.
Vil grunted. Grunted! Sevens, the effect you had on him.
Just as his father had done, he took your chin in his hand, and said, firmly, âYou're min-my guest. Not his. So try to keep your attention on me.â
You looked at him with big innocent eyes. Vil fought back a distressed, lovesick sigh.
âUnderstoodâŠbutâŠwhat if,â you bit your lip, and Vil knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth would give him gray hair. Though, clearly that would be something you would like.
âWhat if, you shared me?â
He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth a couple times.
âI could be both of your guests!â
âWhat! Do you know what you're saying?â You had to! At least a piece of you had to, or you wouldn't be continuing the conversation.Â
âI don't feel safe answering that question,â you said, your eyes narrowing in suspicion at his attitude.
âI'll be blunt, Y/N,â he said firmly. âYou cannot date my father.â
âI never said-â
âYou didn't have to. It's written all over your face.â
You opened your mouth to protest, closed it, huffed, looked away, then you turned back to him.
âWhy not?â
Vilâs jaw dropped. He sputtered, then exclaimed, âAre you seriously asking why you can't date my dad?â
âHe's a dilf,â you shrugged.
âYou also can't look directly at him!â
âI can change-â
âDoubtful.â
âWow, okay. I see what this is. You are intimidated by the thought of me as your step parent.â
âYou can't be my step parent!â
âI knew it! You're scared of me wearing the pants between the two of us!â
âNo! You can't date my dad, because you are supposed to fall for me!â
You blinked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two perfectly manicured nails. There went his summer plan.
âOh.â
âOh?â He sighed heavily. âOh, as in, you feel the same? Or oh as in, awkward, leave me alone?â
You looked away, and Vil was certain if he felt your cheeks, they would feel feverish.
âI-er-ugh.â
âTake your time,â he hummed his amusement coming back to him.
You glared at him, before crumbling again, and mumbling some gibberish.Â
âYou can't even talk to me, but you think you can handle my father?â
You glared at him, then took a calming breath.
âI like you too.â
âThank sevens,â he pulled you in for a hug, holding back a snicker as he felt you tremble a little.
âYou smell good, too,â you muttered, before hiding your face in his shoulder. He could feel his pride swelling.
But only you could bring it down just as quickly as you brought it up.
âWhy can't you share me?â your tone sounded innocent enough, but he groaned as he pushed you out at arms length.Â
âI absolutely forbid you from flirting with my father.â
âI have two hands, so I could hold both of your hands at the same time!â
âY/N, do not make me use my unique magic on you,â he warned. He watched you glare at him, but you quickly lost your composure as he reopened his arms to you, and you buried yourself against him.
He had a whole summer to keep you away from his father.
Wonderful.
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paid in & paid off
Jay made the mistake of paying his best friend to date you, it was a big mistake. He only did it to get you away from a different man who wasnât treating you right, and because he couldnât do it himself. The fact that his best friend breaks the rules and decides to catch feelings drives him up a fucking wall. Why? Because Jake should know better than to go as far as sleeping with his girl, or rather...erm, his step-sister.
 ážážáž sim jake x afab reader | park jongseong x afab readerÂ
 ážážáž minors dni
 ážážáž wordcount: 30k
 ážážáž genre: college break au, summer setting , smut, stepcestÂ
 ážážáž content tags: angst, smut, fluff, more dominant jay, inexperienced jake, infidelity(?), jealous and possessive behavior, risky sex, jay is mean, jake is a total loser posing as a dude who knows how to pick up girls. reader has hair that can be grabbed and pulled during smut scenes.
 ážážáž !WARNINGS!: dub-con, step-cest, jay is a narcissist, manipulation, possessive behavior, use of degrading names such as: dumb, stupid, whore, and slut. i am not responsible for your inability to consume the right content for you.Â
 ážážáž side characters: sunghoon as your ex boyfriend, heeseung as your ex boyfriendâs best friendÂ
 ážážáž a/n: thank u for 1k followers <3 lets just call this one a late new years gift and a thank u for indulging me! btw, this isnât edited!
ážážáž nsfw tags under cut
ážážáž nsfw tags: jake is a boob guy, big dick jake, thick dick jay, degradation, finger fucking, doggy style, mating press, unprotected sex, hair pulling, pussy eating, crying, being pinned down, but also!!!, soft and passionate fucking, riding, marking out, blowjob/deepthroating
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Jay knew his dad was quick to love, but quick to marry wasnât really something he was expecting. It took the span of a single semester for him to not only learn that his father had a new girlfriend, but that he was eloping with her, meaning, Jay would be coming home for the summer to an entirely different home life.
He knew nothing of this woman and barely even knew what her name was but itâs not that big of a deal to him, considering heâs out of the house anyway save for holidays and summer breaks. Itâs not like heâs going to have to deal with it too often. Afterall, heâs an adult, and so is his father. If anything, the man deserves to feel some love after sending Jay away to one of the best colleges around. Why does it matter that the marriage happened so quickly?Â
It doesnât.Â
Itâs much the same for you, if not the exact same thought process on the way your mother calls you and dotes on her new husband as if sheâs one of your best friends calling you after a hook-up. Youâre even a bit excited to head home once finals are over to see your much-missed mother and her new husband.Â
Your mother is more detailed in her descriptions of the new life though. Her husband is tall, heâs handsome, he has money, he has a son with the highest GPA on his campus. You werenât too inclined to process the information at the time though, considering she had called you dead in the middle of crunch time for finals.Â
All you know is, your mother is happy and youâre happy for her.Â
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âWhy the fuck are you here?â Jay asks upon returning home and walking through the front door.
The first thing he noted was that there is a girl sitting on his fatherâs couch, and sheâs far too young to be his new wife. Upon her turning to face him, presumably to see who is walking into the house, he notes that itâs you.Â
âNo fucking way.â You start, standing up and brushing off your legs of imaginary dust. âYouâre the son my mom mentioned?â
Jay looks at you with a bit of shock unable to be hidden within his expression.
âI have a fucking sister? And itâs you, of all people?â Jay huffs in an annoyed way, ultimately because, what kind of shitty luck in life is he set up for?Â
The only reason this is his reaction is because, well, the two of you have history. Kind of. To him, at least, probably not to you.Â
He remembers the first time he ever saw you, bright eyed and bushy tailed during his freshman year on campus. He thought you were pretty, but itâs not like that thought would go anywhere further. Itâs the fact that he found everyone beautiful on campus, solely because he knew he must have been surrounded by people as smart as he is, or perhaps as well off financially as his father is.Â
The day he decided that youâre really pretty was during a gen ed class that year. A class that he really could have done with his eyes closed if heâs being honest, but still, his eyes stayed open due to being paired with you for a simple single-class project. Where the two of you were to separate from the other pairs and come up with some sort of argument on a whim regarding a given topic.Â
You were great at arguing, even better than him perhaps.Â
And from that moment forward, he noticed you more and more through the semesters as you grew as students, despite only having one other class together during that time.Â
He noted during that single other class period he shared with you some year and a half into his educational journey that you were one of the only students who didnât boast about their GPA, which led him to believe youâre probably a little bit dumber than the other students.Â
He also noted that youâd hang around the hockey team a lot as time went on, specifically Sunghoon and his friend Heeseung. Those two were rowdy, loud, and always threw the best parties. Or so heâs heard, itâs not like Jay ever showed up to them or anything. His GPA was far too important to not prioritize.Â
Eventually, heâd end up noting that you would always be all over Sunghoon. A clear indication that he should keep his eyes to himself, especially with the way Sunghoon would occasionally make eye contact with him after eying his presumed girlfriend for too long.Â
Dating Sunghoon though? Yeah, youâre probably a little more than a little bit dumb.
Still, it was just a little college crush that would never turn into anything further. He didnât need more than the ability to glance at you from time to time and remember how well you argued in that first semester of college. After all, there are tons of other pretty girls on campus too, some that are also probably far more intelligent and not wasting their time on the meat-heads that barely keep their GPA up enough to attend the school.Â
Thatâs why heâs shocked to walk into his fatherâs house, happy to be home, to find none other than you sitting on that couch.Â
And now youâre standing up, facing him, and looking at him for probably the first time in several semesters. Heâs actually a little shocked that you remember him at all.Â
âDidââ You pause, looking at him confused. âDid your dad not tell you?â
Jay slowly shakes his head, dropping his bag and slipping off his shoes.Â
âProbably didnât think it was too important.â He finally says, shrugging and stretching his arms out above his head after the long drive.Â
âItâs pretty important, actually.â You laugh awkwardly, having just gotten to your new home yourself, waiting for your mother to come out of her shower. âThis is fucking awkward.â
Jay nods and then walks past you.Â
âHey wait, where are you going?â You ask, confused by the atmosphere in the room.Â
âTo my room?â He says back in a sarcastic tone, internally conflicted over the fact that his father forced him into crush-hood with someone he is now related to by marriage.Â
Still, thatâs something he will keep to himself. After all, it was just a small crush that never went away due to not having a reason to stop thinking youâre pretty.
He has a reason now, and heâs still happy to be home despite the awkwardness thatâs now living beside him. If anything, he can fill his free time with his old friends rather than becoming friends with you. And he does, entering his room, locking it, and immediately sending a text to his long-time friend that he hasnât seen since last summer.Â
Speaking of said long-time friend. Jake grew up down the street from Jay and as expected, chose to stay home with his family rather than travel for college. He loved them too much to leave them, plus the college here was good. Not as good as the one Jay goes to, but still a great accomplishment nonetheless.Â
Jake has a perfect GPA, a perfect family, perfect hair, and a very imperfect way of living up to his own accomplishments.Â
For instance, not going with Jay to university despite having a high chance of making it in. He didnât even try, didnât even fucking consider it. Jake is the type who is both entirely lost in the world and one hundred percent okay with it. He doesnât know who he is, who he wants to be, or what to do about it outside of following the general rules of life.Â
Be born, learn to talk, learn to walk, go to school, go to college, work, die.Â
Still, he is Jayâs best friend, which is why he is the first person he texts upon returning home.Â
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The first dinner with your new family felt strange at best. You have a brother figure now, a father figure, and your mother is smiling for reasons that arenât you or her new favorite show on tv. Itâs both nice and insanely weird to experience sitting at a dinner table with more than just yourself.Â
Things were always casual with your mother. Dinner is whenever, eat wherever. But as you look at her, you see her trying to fill a role for the handsome man sheâs now married to. You donât dislike the guy but as her daughter, who she raised almost entirely on her own, youâre cautious about him.Â
And looking at Jay? Itâs a little bit strange for you. He was so quiet on campus, which is a stark contrast to his loud and vibrant father. The two of them are still alike in some way when it comes to their ice cold stare that canât be as icy as it appears.Â
You remember working with Jay maybe once or twice throughout your semesters, and he was very well spoken. To the point that it almost felt as if you were working directly with a professor rather than a college student. He was clean back then, and somewhat brooding in his own way. It still rings true today if you remind yourself of his attitude upon meeting you in the living room.Â
âJongseong,â His father clears his throat with his sonâs name, a smile forming as he places his cutlery to the side. âHow did your finals go?â
Jay perks up at the ability to talk about himself and his accomplishments as he looks to your mother. He smiles at her, and you canât help but think heâs putting on some sort of act. He never smiled too often when you did see him.Â
You snort.Â
âJongseong?â You say, laughing at the way his father is so formal. âI thought your name was Jay?âÂ
Jay was mid-sentence when you so rudely interrupted him and his shiny GPA, as he shot his head to you.Â
âOkay,â He says shortly. âWhatâs your GPA then?â
His father and your mother share a quick glance at each other, seemingly worried that the two of you appear to already be acting like siblings that do not get along.Â
âPfft,â You snort, rolling your eyes. âMy GPA is just fine, Jongseong.âÂ
Youâre just kidding around, but you canât help but press when you note his, almost immediate, annoyance. Which to you is a bit too uptight if youâre being honest.
âSo what is it then?â He glares, huffing out through his nose. âBecause mine is a weighted 4.7.âÂ
Itâs the fact that you already hate that heâs challenging you. You had no idea that his GPA was so high already, revealing that he must take extra honors classes and advanced courses by this point. Probably making straight Aâs in most of them, if not all of them.Â
You swallow around your spoon, your cheeky smirk falling almost instantly.Â
âPoint taken.â You roll your eyes.Â
âWhat is your GPA?â He asks again with a smug smile.Â
âI told you, my GPA is fine.â You argue.Â
Jay thinks you must have fallen off of your ability to argue, because youâre really not putting up a fight like you did during that first semester.Â
âDoesnât seem fine.â He laughs, grabbing his cup and glaring at you from over it. âProbably just hiding that youâre failing, just like that boyfriend of yours.â
You pause, actually mad now.Â
âExcuse me?â You stare at him, dropping your spoon and clenching your fist.Â
âJongseong!â His father raises his voice at the family mishap, taking your motherâs hand on top of the table.Â
Both you and Jay shoot your heads to him.
âThat is your sister, donât be rude.â His father says in a booming voice, reminding Jay that he canât be petty like this to you.Â
Despite wanting to. Mad that he still thinks youâre pretty even with the new discovery, even more mad that he enjoyed pushing your buttons just now.Â
Whatâs worse is the way he glances at you and sees you snicker at his scolding before flinching as if your mother kicked you from under the table.Â
He grimaces at the situation, at you, and then smiles at his father.Â
âSorry,â He says, scratching his forehead before grabbing his cup again. âWould have been nice to know I was coming home to a sister though.âÂ
His dadâs eyes widened before narrowing at his son, annoyed that his own flesh and blood is acting like such a child over this matter.Â
âJongseongââ He warns, and then your mother is speaking up.
âWait, you didnât even tell him that I have a daughter?â
The apologetic look that takes over your new step-fatherâs face is interesting because, honestly, it is a weighted question. Youâd like to know why he didnât tell Jay too, then again, maybe it wasnât intentional.Â
With that, you watch as Jay stands up and leaves the kitchen, leaving his plate there presumably for someone else to clean and canât help but do the same.
You can see that familiar look of hurt on your motherâs face and feel it best that you sink away into your own room, which still needs to be set up and rearranged anyway.Â
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A week and a half since youâve been to your new home, a week and a half of awkward family dinners, a week and a half of being shunned by your new step brother, and a week and a half of your boyfriend not texting you back.
Safe to say, this summer is starting off on the wrong foot for you and youâre already wanting it to be over so that you can at least focus on schoolwork, rather than the fact that it feels like everyone on this earth must hate you.Â
You sit in your room once again after an awkward dinner, hearing your mother and Jayâs father talk quietly in the living room about being in love or something, youâre not sure, you donât really care.Â
At this point, being here rather than your motherâs old house just makes it worse. None of your friends are close enough to just up and visit you, Sunghoon certainly isnât going to come un-bore you, and it appears that the only form of entertainment you can focus on is your own self-doubt at this moment.Â
Why not go hang out with Jay? At least pushing his buttons would be more fun than wallowing in boredom and self-pity. Surely it would be more fun, surely heâd probably have some fun too, since he seems so fond of pissing you off already.
Up you go, onto your socked feet as you head for the door and just across the hallway to his cracked door.Â
You donât even knock before stepping inside as if itâs your own room.
You note that he jumps, startled at your presence. That split second of seeing him before, from behind, it seemed like he was quite focused on his pc, but his little surprised jump leads you to believe he was a bit too focused on it.Â
âSup bro,â You smile, flopping down on his bed in a grand entrance. âWatching porn?âÂ
Jay rolls his eyes, closing out his tabs because, well, he was gonna but hadnât yet opened the website or closed his door.Â
âWhy are you in my room?â He asks, not turning to face you yet.
âIâm bored.â You admit, eyes looking at how messy his bedroom is. Posters on the wall, clothes thrown all around, abandoned dumbbells lying in the corner.
 If anything, youâre a little shocked that Jay is so messy. He appeared so clean cut and well-put together back before you were forced into close proximity with him, his room is a huge mismatch in your head right now. Like, wow, he has personality? His clothes arenât all boring tones of white, beige, and gray? He likes music? Arguably pretty decent music if the posters are anything to go by.
âYour room is disgusting.â
âThen leave.â
You pause, sitting yourself up and staring at the back of his head.
âWhy are you so fucking rude?â You ask, glaring a hole through the mess of hair on his head.Â
âBecause youâre incapable of having an intelligent discussion and still try to talk to me.âÂ
God, heâs so robotic when he speaks to you, itâs so disheartening. So emotionless, so boring.
âJongseong.â You say, mostly to try and elicit some type of emotion out of him.Â
He swivels his chair around to look at you, just as annoyed as you expected him to be.
âStop calling me that.â He warns, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes. âWhy are you bothering me right now?â
You shrug, eyes looking up and around his cluttered room again before sighing.Â
âIâm bored,â You try to say nonchalantly. âAnd lonely now that my mom is too busy with your dad.â
Jay tilts his head at you in curiosity, almost seeming interested in your issues before smirking.Â
âYeah, well,â He chuckles, turning back to his computer. âWhat makes you think Iâm not busy?â
You stand to your feet, huffing in defeat.Â
âListen,â You say, nearly tripping on a neglected shirt on the ground and grabbing his chair to force him to turn around. You see that itâs annoying him, which is great. âWe should at least try to get along.â
Jay stays silent, looking past you and to his skewed bedroom door before sighing.Â
âSo, I guess youâre not as stupid as you seem then?â He offers, looking up at you from his chair with a stupid smirk on his face. Seemingly proud of how much he intends to talk his shit at you. âSmartest thing iâve ever heard you say.â
God, heâs so fucking annoying. Why does he act like that? So pompous with such an ego. Which is really pathetic when you think about it and all of the times you never once noticed him on campus. Sure, there were a few times that you did, but what gives him the right to act so high and mighty? No one even knows who he is save for the professors who deal with his constant ass kissing.
âItâs embarrassing for you to think that your high GPA is all that's worthy of a person. Youâre so stuck up, you know that, Jongseong?â You argue immediately, backing away and sitting right back on his bed. âItâs no wonder youâre such an asshole, you should go get your dick sucked or something because this is ridiculous.â
Jay pauses.Â
âIâve had my dick sucked plenty.â He laughs, because heâs not lying. âStill, sex doesnât make me that dumb.â
The way he looks down on you is demeaning and offensive, if youâre being honest. And somehow, youâre shocked by those words, like entirely floored that heâd even say such a thing to you. You told him to get his dick sucked to loosen up that up-tight shitty personality, not because you wanted to fucking know that heâs not the virgin he parades around looking like.Â
Still, youâre floored that heâs focusing on that single aspect of your comment. Simmering on it, insulting you for having sex. Calling you cock-stupid basically.Â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou think half the school doesnât see you practically ride Sunghoon in the hallways?â He rolls his eyes.Â
âMaybe youâd have a brain in that little head of yours if you werenât too busy letting him fuck it out of you.â
You lean back in disgust at him, reminding yourself that not even Sunghoon wants to talk to you right now. Sad that heâs almost right about it. Sunghoon does fuck you stupid, and you probably are fairly obvious about it considering there have been more times than you can count that heâs been just as hot and bothered mid-class day with you.
That doesnât matter now though, considering he wonât fucking text you back.Â
âWell, maybe youâd feel better knowing that Iâm about to break up with him.â You huff. âAgain. So maybe then, youâll stop basing my entire existence on the fact that I get fucked like any normal person.â
Jay stops for a moment, seemingly pleased with what you just said.Â
âHmm,â He hums out, looking at you with a less annoyed gaze. âMaybe he hasnât rendered you completely incompetent then.â
And with that, youâre done. You stand to your feet with a scoff and immediately head for his door. Only to bring Jayâs attention further to you. He presses your buttons on purpose, of course, but itâs fun for him. Itâs not like you werenât doing the same thing. He really thought youâd at least fight him a little more in this argument, and he finds himself confused as to why youâre actually offended.Â
Soft, gullible, and stupid?
âWait, hold on.â Jay says, noting the way you stop. âWhat did he do?âÂ
Of course heâs nosy, of course he wants the details, you think. And of course youâre going to stay and give them to him considering your mother is too wrapped up with someone else to hear about your relationship problems anyway.Â
âI donât know.â You give in immediately, prancing back on his bed as if youâre in a girlâs room and hugging one of his pillows. Which, mind you, somehow smells good despite the room looking like it should smell like dried sweat and cum. Youâre pleased with the aroma as you breathe in to continue. âHe hasnât texted me back since the last day of class, and I already know what that means.â
Jay leans forward in interest, for the first time listening to you rather than complaining about you. If anything, heâs invested in the break up solely because his past-self did find himself a little jealous that you wasted your time on such a man.Â
âWhat does it mean, then?â He asks.Â
âHeâs probably with that girl he was with last summer.â You admit, voice cracking only a little bit. âHe promised he wouldnât but this would be the third time if itâs true.â
Jay was going to say something, but you cut him off.
âI broke up with him last summer too, and just a few days before the semester started he called me and begged for me to take him back. Something about how it wonât happen again this time, that he promises he will block her for good, and that heâs sorry.âÂ
Man, you are dumb. Which is a shame, because even for someone like you he doesnât think thatâs very fair. He knew Sunghoon was an asshole by his appearance alone, but like, cheating? On someone thatâs as hot as you? With a body like yours? Really?Â
âHuh.â He says, pinching the sides of his chin as he thinks.Â
âLast time, he didnât even respond when I broke up with him. I was finally feeling better when he decided to come back.â
âThen, just donât let him this time?âÂ
You sit for a moment, thinking about if youâd have the ability to actually stay away from Sunghoon. Heâs hot, and good fucking lord is he good at pleasuring you. Part of you was okay with the kind of, like, fling thing you had going on with him. The first two times he ignored you for someone else hurt, but youâre not hurting as much now.
Youâre just annoyed now, because if Sunghoon would just be honest, maybe the two of you could work out something. How come he is rendered single during the summer but youâre not? After all, if you so much as mention another guy to him he gets mad. Hell, he even argued with Heeseung in front of you simply for hugging you around the waist rather than over the shoulders.Â
âYou know,â You start, trying to come up with some sort of solution. âI always think I wonât, but he always says the right things to make me believe him, even just in the moment.â You pause to take a breath in. âThings are so good during the semester, then heâs just gone when we are away.â
Jay thinks hard about this, and even harder about the crush he had on you previously, knowing that itâs still there despite trying to pretend it isn't. Knowing that heâs glad you and Sunghoon are in this back and forth. Heâs happy youâre going to leave him, and not entirely because heâs cheating on you.
Itâs partially because he doesnât want to have to look at you with him. As wrong as that is. It didnât hurt too bad before he knew you. After all, you were just a pretty girl to look at. But now? Seeing you around the house? Knowing your daily routine? Forced to be close to you and loving it despite pretending he hates it?Â
Itâs sad, really, that Jay immediately became more interested in you the moment he knew it was not only against the rules, but morally wrong. Still, ss dumb as you are, he knows heâd treat you right.Â
And you know, if he could, he would. He would try and swoop in considering heâs around you during your breaks and has the full ability to be there on campus as well, unlike Sunghoon. Never would either of you have to be apart from each other.Â
There are several issues with this though. Obviously. And he has to keep reminding himself each time he thinks about it. He doesnât fucking see you as his step-sister. Youâre still just that pretty girl with the pretty lips, who wastes her body on men who donât want her. Youâre not his type at all, and yet? Youâre entirely the girl of his dreams.
Logically, he clearly isnât your type either, if Sunghoon is anything to go by.Â
By marriage, he is now your brother. By marriage, he is now barred from openly glancing at you and your body. By fucking marriage, Jay is forced into a guilty mindset of wanting to disobey every moral direction in his head involving you.
The good news? By marriage, he is now obligated to protect you as your brother. So, is it really a taboo that heâs happy to see you think about leaving Sunghoon? Of course it isnât.
And heâs gonna keep telling himself that.Â
âThen maybe, since youâre away from him and heâs out doing his thing, you shouldââ He internally panics for a second, knowing heâs talking too quickly to stop himself. âMaybe you should go out and have some fun too.â
He immediately regrets it upon saying it. Why the fuck would he insinuate you should go out and fuck more dudes who would probably treat you just like Sunghoon does? He has to think fast, and he has to think now.
You watch him, amazed by the fact that he isnât arguing with you. Heâs actually helping you, and offering some pretty solid advice.Â
âLike, I should just cheat on him?â You stare.Â
âWell, no. Youâre breaking up with him, arenât you?â He continues, tuning out to what youâre saying and tuning in to his head in order to figure out how to bar you from actually heeding the advice.Â
You take a moment before nodding, itâs not like this would be anything new to Sunghoon anyway.Â
âIâm sure youâll meet someone here thatâll be better.â He finally adds to his advice, entirely half-assing it because youâd better not. Unless that person is him. âPerhaps you wouldnât want Sunghoon back by the time fall semester starts.â
And with that confirmation, you smile at him.Â
âAw,â You say snidely. âLook at us, getting along and shit.â
He stares forward, narrows his eyes just like before, and then turns back to his PC.Â
âNow get out.âÂ
And for the first time, you donât argue. Feeling a little better about joining his family now.Â
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âA hundred dollars a month.â Jay emphasizes in a hushed tone to Jake. âJust hear me out, sheâs hot.â
âJay, thatâs your sister.â
âOkay? Are you going to do it or not?âÂ
âMake it two hundred.â Jake counters, leaning close and staring his best friend in the face. âI gotta say, itâs a little weird that youâre paying me to do this. Iâm only just finding out you have a sister, dude.â
Jay keeps his face calm, trying to appear like this is simply to help out his lonely step sister. In reality, heâs doing this solely so he knows what is happening with your relationship status, and he is absolutely praying for Sunghoonâs downfall.Â
Plus, if he pays someone to date you, it makes up for the fact that he canât give it a shot himself. Jake can easily get your focus off of Sunghoon for even just a little while, heâs sure of it and considering heâs his best friend, he knows Jake wont cross any boundaries and keep this to strictly business. After all, Jake can just break up with you by the time youâre over Sunghoon, and who will be there to comfort you?
Exactly. Jay will be there.Â
Essentially, your step-brother will have full control over your love life for a mere two hundred dollars a month.Â
All so you donât go out and actually meet someone else. All so he doesnât have the jealousy in the back of his brain nagging at him. All so he can, kind of, in his head, keep you to himself.Â
âWell, to be fair ââ Jay offers to Jake, noting how long his hair has gotten. âIâm just finding out I have a step sister too. But listen, sheâs got this asshole going back and forth with her and I canât let him keep doing it.â
âSo, what youâre saying is that, youâre paying me to get your sisterâs mind off of him?â Jake raises a brow, stunned by the fact that he hasnât seen Jay all year and this is the first thing they talk about upon meeting up again. âWhy me?â
Jay smiles.
âYouâre my best friend, anyone else would cross a boundary. Just date her âtil she moves on or something, I donât know. I donât want to watch her be taken advantage of by someone like him.â He explains, as if heâs not trying to take advantage of the situation himself.
Jake nods, not really needing to think too much about how good of a deal this is.Â
âWhat makes you think I could pull her though? You just said that sheâs hot. Since when can I pull hot girls?â
âWell, you probably canât,â Jay laughs, âBut you could probably play the part pretty well if you act like your GPA is garbage and like, i donât know? Act cool? She seems to like the idiot edgy guys.â
Jay is pleased with the way Jake instantly accepts, and doesnât focus on the fact any longer that he called his step sister hot, or at least, until he does.
âOkay. Act cool, maybe paint my nailsââ Jakeâs eyes light up. âOh! Do you think sheâs into, like, band guys? I can pull out your old guitar and say youâre teaching me to play so I can get bitches.â
Jay smacks him across the head for already acting about as dumb as youâd probably like, then actually considers the fact that itâs a great idea.
âWait, yeah actually.â Jay smiles. âWould probably be best if she doesnât know we are friends too. Use that as an excuse to come over and hangout and stuff.â He trails off momentarily before Jake speaks again.
âSo, is she actually hot though?âÂ
Jay freezes, because yeah. But he really canât just say that again considering the circumstances. Plus, why the fuck should Jake care? He only said it before as a means to convince him to take the deal.
âYouâll like her.â He avoids saying anything else, ignoring the feeling in his gut that he knows Jake is going to be all over you the second he gets the chance. âJustâlisten, there are rules involved in this.â Jay finally warns, tapping his wallet.
âRules? Okay, go on.âÂ
âFor two hundred a month, take her out. Just dates. Talk to her and hang out with her, I donât know.â He starts, waving his hands around as if heâs trying to think about what heâs saying, and ultimately, beating around the bush. He notes quite quickly though, how Jake looks at him as if he just stated the obvious.
âI mean, like, donât fuck her. Donât kiss her, donât be weird.â
Because that, somehow, feels worse than knowing youâre already wasting your body on Sunghoon.Â
Jake tilts his head in confusion.
âHow exactly are you going to pay me to date her and not act like Iâm interested?â He asks, furrowing his brows. âWhat if she tries to kiss me? What if she tries to fuck me?â
Jay laughs, or snorts, really.
âPlease.â He waves him off. âI doubt that will be an issue but if, for some insane reason it does come upâ just tell her youâre saving yourself or something.â
And at the end of the day, Jake accepts the terms of the deal, not yet pocketing the money because Jay tells him that he needs to go home before you come home.Â
Why? Because heâs not looking the part. If you walk in and see this loser sitting in front of him, youâll automatically know that Jake is a close friend of Jayâs. You need to not know that.Â
So, with that, Jake goes home with a plan to come over for âguitar lessonsâ the following day, at a time where Jay knows youâll be home. And then? After the initial meeting, he will get his first payment.Â
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He knew it. Jay fucking knew you were a slut.Â
Jake didnât even have to try that hard. Honestly, itâs almost pathetic to watch. If anyone on campus found out, if Sunghoon found out how youâre acting right now, he thinks your reputation would spiral straight into the gutter.Â
And while he shames you for unintentionally falling into the trap, he feels proud. Proud that his best friend is able to play a part so well.Â
Jake came over, dark hair unbrushed but somehow intentionally styled, flannel hanging off his shoulder, where a ratty black tank covered his chest underneath. Ripped jeans just tight enough to show off, just loose enough to make it look like he knows how to wear these kinds of clothes, and he wears them well. Nails painted, and it even appears that he intentionally chipped them.Â
Hell, he barely recognized his own best friend when he walked through the door.Â
âHoly shit.â Jay had said upon sizing him up. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
And Jake just smiled at him, with the same loser-filled dopey grin as he always had before the two of them went to Jayâs room, made sure the door was open, and plugged in the guitar for maximum noise level.
After all, His father and your mother go on date nights like three times a week it seems. Thereâs plenty of time to be rowdy college kids if need be.Â
And the need is definitely here.Â
It wasnât long by the time you came home, curious as to why you were hearing the sound of guitar strings being plucked terribly. When the fuck did Jay play a guitar? Arguably, if this is what he does when no one is home, maybe heâs a little more likable in the fact that his hobbies arenât sitting around and jerking off while staring at his GPA.Â
When you walked into the room though, prepared to annoy the fuck out of your step-brother, you stopped upon seeing him look the same as ever while sitting just in front ofâŠ.some guy.
Just, some fucking guy.Â
A hot fucking guy.Â
With a guitar on his lap, with your step brother offering direction to him.
Jay looked at you, noted your curiosity of his best friend-turned-pretend-stranger, and then glared.Â
âCan I help you?â He had said, taking the guitar from the guy and propping it up on his lap.
You stood there, feeling the eyes of the other dude staring you up and down before shaking your headÂ
âUh, no.â You had responded before awkwardly slinking away and into your own room.
And honestly, it would have ended there if it werenât for the fact that Jake was immediately whisper shouting at Jay about how you really are hot. Making plans on how to get you back in the room, or perhaps how to get Jake out of it and beside you.
It wasnât hard really, as Jay reminds himself how it all went down. His own discomfort aside at how Jake appears to act much like he does in his own head.Â
âJust finished up the lesson, you wanna come eat something with us?â He had said, far too out of character.
âYou give fucking guitar lessons?â You responded, entirely confused by the fact thatâŠ.Jay was the one who played the nice sounding strums, not the guy in front of him, the one that appeared to be the type to be the one giving the lesson.
âYeah? Are you coming or not?â
You paused, and ultimately joined them upon Jay stating that you could starve for all he cares.Â
And thatâs when Jake started his act.Â
Sitting next to you, looking at you, asking about your interests, telling you that Jay is helping him learn the guitar because he has dreams of forming his own band someday. That heâs in college but doesnât really care much for it, that his dreams lie in the stars still and no desk or nine to five job would bring them down for him.
Jay did want to smack his best friend across the head for that lame line, but you seemed to think it was poetic, or romantic, or some shit. It only further reminded him that youâre entirely too dumb and he needs to be here to make sure you donât get all caught up again with a guy who doesnât look at you the way he does.Â
The way he canât stop looking at you, actually.Â
Jay watched as you fell in tune with his best friendâs pretend-persona, and arguably Jake was far more charismatic than usual. If he chose to really dress like this, or act like this, Jay thinks he could probably pull any girl he wants.Â
And he watched, and he watched, and he watched. Up until the third time Jake pretended he was going to leave so as to not intrude in the home any further.Â
Jay didnât have to make the excuse that time. It was you.Â
And thatâs when he noted that you are, absolutely, unmistakably, a fucking slut.Â
Why? Well, it could be due to the fact that after having a quick meal, you ran to your room and came back out dawning your own fucking tank top, showing off a pair of nice tits that you seemed to hide from him. Which, his head shouldnât be in the gutter about that but man. He and Jake were both stunned at how you decided to present yourself.Â
Could be due to the fact that itâs like, you met Jake for a solid hour and immediately started sucking up. Using a cute voice that Jay knows for a fact is fake as hell. You whine about Sunghoon, like youâd struggle to truly break up with him, but youâre still all over Jake like youâve been flirting for fucking years.
It could also be due to the fact that you invited Jake to stay longer by inviting him into your room under the guise of âchecking out your music selection.â
Jay was left to his devices by that point, where you led his best friend to your room and closed the door in his face with the argument of, âJongseong, since when were you so interested in what I listen to anyway?â
He huffed in annoyance at you saying his name and then slamming the door on him, he huffs in even more annoyance as he steps back and leans against the wall thinking hard about the plan heâs come up with.Â
The fact that heâs living with a total skank who never once looked at him the way you did to Jake all fucking day. Is he that boring? Really? He knew you liked edgy guys based on Sunghoon. Such a pretty boy, despite getting rowdy and dirty during hockey practice and matches. Jay never understood how he kept his face pristine, and also never understood why girls liked him at all when it came to how much of an asshole he was.Â
And then thereâs Jake, playing the part of someone Jay assumed youâd like. Itâs the fact that you do like it, and itâs entirely different from himself. Even if you werenât now related by marriage, he probably never would have had a fucking chance with you to begin with.
Even with all of that clicking in his head, he still finds himself wanting you more now than he ever did before. With that fucking tank top, and that stupid fake voice you were using, and with your stupid interest in his stupid best friend.
This was probably a bad idea. After all, he could have just left it alone but no. He just had to be in control of who youâre dating. At the very least though, Jake knows to keep his hands to himself, and thatâs the only thing that comforts Jay in regards to this deal.
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âJongseong?â Jake laughs when you close the door and trap him in your room with him. Eyes glued to you and the sweet deal Jay offered up. âIâve never heard him called that before.â
Heâs lying, of course. Jake has been in and out of this house since he was a child. Heâs heard the name hundreds of times, if not thousands.Â
âI know, right? I couldnât help but laugh when I heard it the first time.â You snicker, putting on a show when you head to your unpacked box of disks and vinyls. âI donât think he likes it when I call him that, so I try to do it as much as possible.â
Jake offers you a crooked smile, messy hair dangling in front of his eyes as if they were somewhatâŠ.shy? Like heâs being bashful in this room with you, but you try not to think about that because, well, look at him.Â
He doesnât seem like the shy type.Â
âMaybe Iâll start doing it too then.â Jake laughs, standing awkwardly behind you when you bend over to pick up the box. Immediately he chokes up, stepping closer unintentionally because honestly, who wouldnât think with their dick at this point?Â
And when you stand back up, turning with the box, you jump at how close heâs gotten.Â
âOh!â You breathe in surprise, looking away shyly for a moment, wondering how lucky you must be for your boring ass step brother to invite such a nice looking guy into the home. âUm, you have a nice smile.â You add out of nowhere, and then immediately feel embarrassed.Â
âYou have nice tits,â is what Jake would say in response if he were for one, allowed to, and two, not a nervous mess about being alone in a room with such a pretty girl.
Only now does he realize how difficult this might be to get through. For two hundred dollars? Well, itâs a sweet deal if you actually want to go on a date with him, and given the persona heâs given himself, he thinks he could probably get away with asking tonight. Which is insane, because he really thought heâd be paid another two hundred just to get to that point. Youâre entirely into him though, and he hates to admit that he might be entirely into you too. Jay would kick his ass if he knew whatâs going through his head right now.
âI like your tank top,â Jake says instead, wanting to reach forward and snap the strap of it solely because he feels confident enough to do it, but he doesnât. The words are actually quite lame, and are a blatant show at how bad he is at talking to girls. Thankfully though, you know, since heâs supposed to sound like a guy with two brain cells, it kinda works out.Â
âIt matches mine.âÂ
You smile shyly yet again, entirely in tune with the idea of taking Jayâs advice and having some fun yourself. Perhaps with this guy. But for now? You have to at least pretend you actually want to show him your music collection.
And of course, Jake has to pretend he actually cares about it when you sit down on your bed and start sifting through the boxes.Â
âHuh, you like some pretty heavy stuff. I wasnât expecting that.â Jake compliments, though uninterested in a music taste that isnât his own, itâs insane how the two of you do listen to some of the same bands.Â
âOh yeah? Why not?â You ask, sitting up straight and making sure your chest looks good enough to keep his eyes glancing down at them.
Because he hasnât stopped looking, really.Â
âI dunno,â Jake shrugs, watching how your tits squeeze together and he canât tell if itâs intentional or not. No girl has ever tried to show off for him like this, and heâs enjoying it a bit too much. âI, um,â He loses his train of thought when you lean back, letting your breasts fall into their natural position as you look at him.Â
âMy eyes are up here, Jake.â You smile, watching him tear his eyes away and swallow around a lump in his throat.Â
âOh, right.â He lends a nervous chuckle, one that he feels is entirely out of character given the personality heâs supposed to have. âCanât really help it, theyâre nice.â
Ah, right back into the act, perfect.Â
He almost panicked at the forwardness too, because Jake would never have the confidence to say such a thing to a woman on any other day.Â
âOh? You canât?â You smile, leaning back up and pushing the box from your lap. âMaybe I should cover up then?â You add, staring right at his flannel.Â
Jake notes your line of sight and then looks down at his own shirt.Â
âWhat?â He says, pinching the collar of the flannel and shaking it. âYou already wanna wear my clothes?â He smiles.Â
âIf you wanna see me in them.â You comment shortly, sizing him up for the billionth time. âOr out of them.â
Well, itâs safe to say Jake wasnât prepared for that. This deal is going a bit too smoothly, and he just knows that Jay must not have any idea of this side of you. His sister, right here, insinuating Jake should like, take her clothes off. Or rather, take his clothes off of you.
Itâs against the rules but goddamn is he feeling the spark with you. Right in his pants, actually. Embarrassingly.Â
âIâll give it to you right now if you go out with me tomorrow night.â Jake avoids the situation smoothly, while offering an alternative. âThen, we can talk about getting my clothes off of you.â
You nod, feeling your heart skip beats at flirting with a man that isnât Sunghoon.Â
âHand it over then.â You reach out, leaning in real close to him. âBut, Iâd still rather you keep staring at my tits.â
Man, following the rules Jay set in place is gonna be way, way, harder than he thought.Â
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Jake could get used to this, really. Taking you on dates, anyway. What he canât get used to? Dodging anything more than dirty talk and then coming over just the next day to see the confusion on your face as to why he isnât picking up your hints.Â
He wants to, like really, he really, really, fucking wants to. Youâre so blatant with him on dates, rubbing up on him, whispering slutty little words that only drive his cock to pulse and beg to be used. He canât bear it, especially knowing that these very dates are paid for by your own step brother.
 Still, if he were allowed, he probably could have gotten himself between your legs on the very first day he met you.Â
âNo, dude, she was all over me this time, even more than usual.â Jake explains to Jay during another guitar lesson, pleased that heâs actually learning how to play. âShe even mentioned that guy Sunghoon and said I was way cooler than him.â
Jay was pleased, he could say. Save for the jealousy that only grows each time he watches you take Jake away from his lesson to hang out with, without him. Save for the fact that you only continue to prove that you like any guy who isnât him. In reality, why would you? He knows there is logic to this situation, but he is finding it harder and harder every day to think logically around you.Â
Jealous. Heâs jealous. Heâs mad at how bad you want it from Jake. Hell, youâd probably take it from anyone at this point as he eyes his best friend and his new found fashion sense. It matches him, and acting like an idiot seems to match him too. Maybe Jay should consider not brushing his hair and dumbing down a little bit too.Â
Then again, this could just be the resentment in him building up. Heâs the only reason Jake has a girl throwing herself at him. Both you and Jake should be far more thankful for what Jay has brought upon the three of you.Â
Still, heâs pissed about how good the plan is working, and before long, heâs hoping that Sunghoon will be long forgotten when Jake finally asks you to be his girlfriend. Then he can toy around for a bit before breaking up with you under the guise that âyouâre just not his type.â
âI had the idea that she was easy,â Jay explains, rolling his eyes at his best friend. âNo wonder Sunghoon kept coming back, itâs like he knew she would throw herself at him at the drop of a hat.âÂ
Jake pauses, furrowing his brow.Â
âWhy would you even say something like that?â Jake asks, tilting his head. âArenât we doing this to like, help her?â
Jay shakes his thoughts out, realizing how awful that must have sounded.Â
âYeah, yeah.â He waves off his edgy best friend. âOf course. I was just saying.â
There's some awkward silence in the room now as Jayâs internal panic takes over. He doesnât want his reputation on the line for this. Even just to Jake. Perhaps heâs being too resentful with his words, only able to offer passive-aggressive remarks out loud when it comes to you.Â
âI just thought that if we got her away from him, maybe sheâd stop throwing herself at guys that donât care about her, is all.â
Jake gives him a look of further confusion, maybe even some concern. âUm, isnât that what weâre doing right now?âÂ
Damn, Jay really shouldâve thought that through. Is he losing his touch? Is your stupidity rubbing off on him now?
âYeah, but youâre not touching her so, maybe itâll help her learn some fucking self restraint? I donât know dude, just be a good boyfriend, fuck.âÂ
Jake raises his hands in defense, realizing he basically interrogated Jay of his choice of words, and perhaps thought too deeply into them. Still, he canât help but feel like Jay holds some type of hatred within him for you, which is weird, considering the lengths he is going to try and âhelpâ you.Â
âGod, relax.â Jake reaches forward to grab his best friend by the shoulders. âAs much as she throws herself at me, I guess I can kind of understand what you mean.âÂ
Jake understands far too well, having gone through one too many dates while trying to contain himself to give in to your every hint or insinuation of at least kissing.Â
He happens to miss the way Jay glares at him for his words though. Because in all honesty, no one is allowed to talk about you like that but him, and there was something in him that broke to hear Jake insinuate that youâre a slut. Like Jake isnât the luckiest guy in the world right now to have you throwing yourself at him?Â
Bullshit.
âIâll be a good boyfriend, I promise.â Jake finally adds, checking his watch. âSheâs gonna be home soon too. Iâll try and get her to hang out in the living room this time so you can see what I mean though.â
Jay wants to refuse the option to watch even more than he already has to, but thereâs something in him that kind of canât resist it.Â
âShe likes horror movies, you know?â Jake continues, giving Jay information that he probably should have already known, but somehow doesnât. âIâll tell her that you wanted to watch the new one, and Iâll pay to rent it since, you know, youâre paying me to do this.â
Jay shrugs casually, anticipating the image of you and his best friend all tangled up on the couch, while heâs stuck at the end by himself. With no one. Alone.Â
âYeah, thatâs fine. Dadâs probably gonna be home but I can ask for the living room.âÂ
âOh shit, waitââ Jake thinks hard. âWhat if he sees me looking like this? Acting like this? Sheâs gonna find out that I've been lying this entire time about us being friends and shit.â
Jake only panics because he believes heâs acting more with Jay than he is with you. If you were to find out that heâs been lying, youâd be so angry at him. But do you know what scares him more? Jay finding out that he maybe kind of actually likes you more than heâs supposed to.
Jay sighs in defeat because his best friend is right, if his father finds out that Jake is running around acting like this, dressing like this, heâll definitely say something about it.
âYou knowâŠâ Jake finally says, staring at Jayâs TV.Â
âNo.â Jay immediately shuts the idea down, not at all wanting to experience the two of you tangled together on his own bed.Â
âDude, come on. Why not?â
Jay rolls his eyes in an annoyed huff, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stands to put the guitar away, ignoring that there was no practicing at all today. Itâs just been hours of talking about you. And how youâve managed to find yourself a summer job so fast, and how youâre entirely horny for Jake, and howâ
âI donât want to see my own sister try and get in your pants in my room.â Jay tries to explain as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. Then, immediately he gives in. Solely because the sudden thought of you lying in his bed at all again is something thatâŠ.might help later.
âJake, so help me god if you so much as brush your hand across her tit Iâm going to slice your tires.â
Jake smiles in victory, nodding to his best friend with the promise that, at least tonight, he wouldnât do such a thing.Â
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Every day you find yourself wondering why it is that Jake appears to be so into you, yet constantly shooting you down.Â
When you try to kiss him, he leans in, his eyes start to close, sometimes you can even feel his breath on your lips then, he justâ pulls away?
When you try to insinuate that you want to touch him, or want him to touch you, you can physically see his reaction. The way his ears go red, his eyes go dark, and occasionally you even catch a glimpse of whatâs in his pants growing heavy and strained.Â
Itâs driving you crazy, really. With the way he talks all that shit but doesnât live up to it. Heâll say some of the nicest things, heâll dirty talk you in the middle of a restaurant, heâll even make promises to follow through with it too. But he never does. You find yourself wondering why you even continue to text him back, or why you consistently keep this fucking flannel he offered up to you on the first day of meeting.Â
Every single date, youâve worn it, just to see if heâs got the nerve to take it off of you. And every single date he pretends like it wasnât his flannel to begin with, despite his hungry stare constantly staying on you.Â
So now, as you awkwardly half-lay on Jayâs bed with him, Jay separated and on his computer chair, you wonder why heâs even here.Â
Sure, Jay gives him lessons but as far as you know, itâs a little strange that he stayed over to watch a movie with you presumably, only to invite Jay, and to you know, watch it inside of Jayâs room.
Are they like, friends now or something? Well, arguably they had to have at least been friends on some level, but still. It feels awkward hanging out with Jay when youâre trying to get his âfriendâ to rail you.Â
Either way, you guess you donât mind too much when Jake is actually next to you. Most doubt sinks into the back of your head and the confusion is replaced with that of extreme arousal. Something about this guy, Jake, is alluring and feelsâŠright? Is that the right word for it? Like, correct? Or maybe, meant to be?Â
You know, maybe heâs waiting on sleeping with you because despite his edgy appearance and his dead-beat goals in life, maybe he really is just a big softie and wants this to work out long-term. God, you hope youâre right about that.
Doesnât stop you from trying though, as the movie reaches its climax and you move your hand under the covers against Jakeâs legs, feeling the rips of his jeans and sliding your hand through one of them. Gently, attempting to feel the warmth of his skin in a discreet and somewhat cheeky way.Â
You hear his intake of breath at the touch, his shoulders stiffening as he stares forward to try and focus on the movie. Still, you feel his hand move lower, lying it directly on yours with only his thin, ripped denim separating the touch.Â
âOops.â You whisper to him, slowly massaging the thick of his thigh with your finger tips, toying with the way he reacts.
You donât notice the way his eyes shift to Jay, who was already glaring at the movement he noted under the covers, on his fucking bed.
Jake, on the other hand, feels like heâs between a rock and a hard place right now.Â
Heâs being paid to pretend to like you, being paid to not genuinely like you, being paid to not touch you, and practically being paid to ask you to be his girlfriend only to break up with you.
Which fucking sucks because he maybe, kind of, likes you? A little bit?
A lot, actually, especially with your cheeky little whispers and sneaky little hands.Â
Arguably though, Jay should have known better than to expect Jake to not feel some type of way towards a girl like you. To Jake, itâs insane anyone could simply pretend to be into you without actually falling in deep. Youâre not only hot, but youâre fucking funny too? You laugh at his jokes? You cuddle up with him? Youâre actually a lot smarter than Jay gives you credit for? And you appear to want to kiss and touch him just as bad as he does.
So, itâs torture really, that heâs so close to breaking. So fucking close to kicking Jay out of his own room just to feel what your hands alone could do for him but, he refrains.Â
He suffers, sitting here with this not very good horror movie, pretending his cock doesnât ache for you. Pretending his own best friend doesnât see how much he wants it. Yet, still hoping you see.Â
And you do. You do see it.Â
You feel it too, as you shift your hands out of his ripped jeans and move them upwards as silently and secretly as you can while remaining focused on the movie. You brush your pinky up and against the dick you clearly want so badly at this point. And the way Jake flexes it, almost intentionally lifting his cock up for you to know he likes it, despite the risk of Jay seeing. Despite the fact that he hasnât done this at any point when the two of you were alone.Â
You smile to yourself, pushing your hand closer, closer, closer, until you grab it.
There goes his stiff shoulders again, there goes a soft sigh, and youâre fucking beaming.
Jay sees the way the covers are moving over the lap of his best friend, and honestly? Heâs appalled over the fact that Jake was right. You fucking throw yourself at him with no shame, to the point that not even being in the same room as your step-brother would stop you enough to have some fucking self-restraint.Â
He watches for a while, about five minutes or so. Studies the way Jake makes attempts to arch away from your touch as if heâs following the rules of the deal but, Jay isnât stupid. Jake, of all people, should know that. He can fucking see the way he also arches into your touch too, despite it all being under the blanket he sleeps under at night.Â
Itâs not until Jay sees you throw your leg over Jakeâs, and you lean in really close to him to the point your face is hidden in his neck and Jake appears to be listening to something youâre saying, that he decides to put a stop to this.Â
Neither of you are even watching this movie. Youâre encouraging Jake, surely. Youâre trying to snake your hand down his pants. Youâre trying to fuck his best friend, right in front of him.Â
It feels like an insult, or perhaps an intentional act of defiance and god knows Jake wouldnât be able to resist if Jay himself feels a twitch in his pants at the scene unfolding, even through this frustration.Â
Why are you like this? Why do you justâdo this to yourself? To him? To his best friend? Why do you seem to know how irresistible you are? Itâs almost at the point that Jay wouldnât even want to put a stop to it solely to see what your hands could to for him if this life wasnât so fucked up.Â
Still, he has to put an end to it. Jake is breaking the rules.Â
âAre you really trying to do that right now?â Jay asks out, and he watches the way you snap your hand back and lean away from Jake.Â
Both heads turn to him, and he huffs out a sigh of frustration that shows you crossed a line.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, trying to pretend that you werenât doing anything at all to the pretty boy sitting next to you.Â
âGodââ Jay grimaces. âYouâre really gonna play dumb after arguing with me that youâre not?â
You lift past Jake, staring at him.Â
âYou can be a whore all you want, but to assume I want to see it? Youâre disgusting. Iâm your fucking step-brother.â He finally says, as if itâs final, and as if to convince himself that every word he spits is true.Â
Jake remains silent as he listens to the way Jay speaks to you, quite offended for you, maybe even a bit pissed off about it himself. Then again, it could just be because Jay is dead set on cock-blocking him.Â
You though? You feel silenced, a little embarrassed, and entirely turned on by the fact that Jakeâs first time letting you actually touch him, was right here. Maybe heâs into that. You know, like, being caught or something. Still, the quickness in which Jay shames you isnât shocking at all but for him to have an ego to the point of assuming you did this for him to watch? Insane, heâs so fucking stuck in his head to believe that everything a person does, is because of him.Â
A fucking text-book narcissist.
âAnd you.â Jay says, shifting his eyes over to Jake. âYou could do better.â
Ouch. That stings a little bit, as your eyes avoid looking towards Jay and fall onto Jake, who only swallows at his words.Â
Without another word, you shift from the bed, stand to your feet, and walk out, leaving the two in the room alone.
Jake feels, uh, bad?Â
Or rather, he knows heâs supposed to but he simply doesnât. After all, itâs been two paychecks from Jay now and he still hasnât asked you to be his girlfriend solely because he finds himself wanting it to last.Â
Even without the sex. Even with the intense edging heâs being put through. Even with the fact that heâs hard as a rock as Jay attempts to scold him, he doesnât feel bad.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â Jay finally offers to the silence of the room upon turning off the movie. âDid we not agree that youâdââ
Jake huffs out, annoyed for the first time.
âDude, shut up already.â He rolls his eyes as he turns to his friend, wincing at the way his cock is going soft and sensitive. âDonât tell me you didnât fucking see me try to stop her.â
Jay thinks that through for a moment. Not entirely blaming Jake for like, eventually giving up and letting you touch him but also entirely pissed that itâs happening for Jake, and not for himself.Â
âYou did a bad fucking job of it.â He gripes back to him. âIf you give in to the fact that she has no self-respect, youâre just as bad as Sunghoon and Iâll just go find someone else to take care of her.âÂ
Jake pauses because he's right in terms of the deal but god. Itâs not like he can just out and say âhey, so i think i actually like her and wouldnât be against actually dating her, like for real, also i hate the way you talk to her so if you donât stop i might have to punch you in the face.âÂ
âIâm not going to give in.â Jake lies, knowing for a fact that itâs only a matter of time before he does. âShe still cries over Sunghoon and Iâm genuinely trying to make this situation better here, Jay, so fucking relax.â
Jay wants to believe him, but truly, he doesnât. Solely because thereâs no way he won't give in considering what heâs just witnessed. At this point, you might actually end up wanting to be with Jake for good, and Jay will lose his control of the whole situation.Â
âPlus, you canât just go find some stranger to do this, theyâd definitely fuck her, day one.â Jake makes a good point to his friend, reminding him that he isnât the dumb guy heâs parading as.Â
Jay does take those words into account. Honestly, he really would have the entire control taken from him if he paid someone else to do this. At least he can threaten Jake with friendship, or guilt him or something if he does step over the line.
âHurry it up then, I donât want this shit to last all summer.â Jay finally huffs out, slightly defeated that this is his fault anyway, but still trusting his best friend and understanding him on some level.Â
âOkay, Iâll go ask her to be my girlfriend right now.â Jake smiles. âThe sooner I ask, the sooner she gets over him, and the sooner all of this can be over with, right?â
He hopes heâs wrong.
Jay nods reluctantly, and Jake is instantly out of the room and able to breathe the biggest sigh of relief in his life. Itâs insane how heâd rather be with you over his own childhood best friend, but whatever. Life works in mysterious ways or something.Â
And as Jay sits in silence, glaring at the spot on the bed where you had his best friendâs dick in your hand, all he can do is feel angry.
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You hear the soft knock on your door and already know exactly who it is. Itâs not Jay, itâs not his father, and itâs certainly not your mother.Â
The knock is gentle, almost reluctant despite knowing heâs allowed to walk into your room at any point, without so much as asking.Â
âCome in.â You smile to yourself, trying to push the awkward situation that just happened out of your mind.Â
The door opens and Jake steps inside, looking to the floor and seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. Part of you wonders if itâs because he finally had the balls to let you touch his dick, but another part of you knows itâs probably because Jay just chewed his ass out for letting you do it right in front of him.
âSorry about doing that,â You look away now, trying to deafen the silence in your room into a numbness that doesnât feel nearly as awkward as it does right now. âI shouldnât have done that in front of Jongseo-â
Jake immediately shakes his head at your words, sitting down on your bed and grabbing your face in his hands.Â
Itâs a shock, actually, that only now he acts the way you expected from the beginning.Â
âItâs my fault.â Jake explains, holding your face to look at him. âI wanted to make you my girlfriend before we did anything moreââ He continues, already leaning in to kiss you for the first time without shying away from it. âI didnât want you to think I was just trying to fuck you.âÂ
And man, that hit you right in the heart, especially because he said it, and then immediately kissed you before letting you answer him. As if he was afraid youâd say no or something. As if heâs trying to prove something right now.Â
He certainly is proving it too, surprising you in the way heâs a decent kisser though not entirely great at it. Such a confident and pretty boy seems to not have nearly as much experience with girls as he lets on. That alone was something you picked up on, because letâs be honest.Â
No one but Jake would get that obviously hard at a restaurant over spilled water on your tits.Â
And when he pulls back from the kiss, he feels elated in the way he just lied straight to Jayâs face. Promising to follow through with the deal, which also held the promise of no physical contact with you.Â
He really walked straight out of his best friendâs room, went to your room, and kissed you. He couldnât be prouder of it when he pulls back, heart pounding in defiance, and looking at you for an answer.Â
âYou want me to be your girlfriend?â Is the first thing you ask, feeling his hands fall from your face and land against both sides of your hips as you look at him. âAnd thatâs why you let me make a fool of myself trying to get in your pants?â
You both smile before chuckling and looking away from each other at how blatant that question was, because you both know how true it is.Â
Only Jake knows how true it isnât supposed to be though.Â
âYeah,â He answers, looking away from you and ignoring the chill on his shoulders from the air in your room. He really should stop trying to dress like a slutty man for you, honestly. Itâs no wonder you were all over him.
âI kind of donât think it would be a good idea if I fuck my guitar teacherâs sister without at least taking her on a few dateâs first, you know?â
âHah,â You roll your eyes briefly before flopping back against your pillows and feeling the way his hands fall lower to the top of your thighs. Theyâre warm, and big. âYouâre always around and I canât say Jongseong has that many friends to begin with.â
Jake almost feels bad that he knows youâre right.Â
âArguably, youâre probably his only friend and he would feel embarrassed knowing you donât even see him as one to begin with.â You laugh at how sad Jay really is as a person. âJust your guitar teacher, huh?â
Someone so entitled, so fucking rude. If anything, he should know by now that his lack of friends are determined entirely by his shitty personality.Â
âI can see that,â Jake nods, staying put as you blink up at him from the pillows. âI mean, I like hanging out with him but I donât necessarily like the way he talks to you. I can imagine heâd kill me if he knew I kissed you.â
You roll your eyes.
âI can assure you, Jake. He doesnât give two fucks about me.â Your arms reach out for him, and immediately he intertwines his fingers with yours.
And it feels good for him to do. To have a girlfriend in some way, despite it not technically being real to anyone but himself and you. After all, a relationship built on a lie canât last, can it?Â
Maybe he really should just stick to the plan and pull back before itâs too late. Maybe you wouldnât even be interested in him if he didnât act this way. Or if he didnât dress this way. Or talk this way. Or play guitar.Â
How could he ever think heâs even in the right to do this to begin with? What? For two hundred a month? God, he fucked up yet, he doesnât want to turn back now.Â
Thereâs a chance it can still work, right? He can at least enjoy the time he has with you before he inevitably has to break up with you, right?Â
You donât have to know about the deal, and Jay doesnât have to know about how he intends to break the terms of it.Â
âŠRight?Â
âSo,â Jake finally says, looking away from you before turning and falling forward over you, keeping his fingers tightly locked with yours above your head as he lands his face in front of yours. âWill you be my girlfriend then?âÂ
You smile shyly, looking down before making direct eye contact with him again. Noting how his lips constantly form a natural pout in silence, and the way his eyes are always so bright.Â
âWhat about when my break is over and I have to go back to campus?â You ask reluctantly, hoping that he isnât like Sunghoon. âAre you just going to stop talking to me?â
Jake hates that he is in a position where he has to lie, going back and forth in his mind of whether to betray himself or his own best friend.
âI like you, you know?â He says, not breaking eye contact. Trying to will his words now to stick with you through the inevitable break up if that's what it comes down to. âIâd come see you every weekend.âÂ
You smile.Â
âSo, what? You think Iâm just gonna let you be so far away all the time?â He continues, instilling a sense of comfort in your chest. âYou think Iâd be able to stay away from you for a whole semester? I can barely make it a few days as is.â
The way he chuckles at how silly your question sounds makes you feelâŠwanted? Almost needed?
And as you look up at him, with that mess of fluffy hair and big, sparkling eyes, all you can think about is how lucky you feel to have so many new people in your life this summer. Even Jay. You appreciate the fact that he brought Jake into your life, even if accidental.Â
Youâre happy your mom is in love, happy that his father appears to be good for her, happy that Jake is here right now, treating you like a goddamn person.Â
Happy that Sunghoon hasnât texted you.Â
Happy that even Jay encourages you to keep your break-up status with the man, showing that he cares on some level for your well being.Â
âYouâre too good to be true, you know?â You say, sending Jake into an absolute world or happiness.
Heâs never had a girl tell him that. Let alone a girl so fucking pretty.
âThat still doesnât answer the question, babe.â He finally says, ticking his tongue as if heâs being cheeky.Â
âOh, right.â You roll your eyes with a smile. âI thought I was being obvious with my answer, but I forgot that youâre kind of dumb.â You add with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against his nose.Â
âI am kinda dumb, arenât I?â
If only you knew how true that statement is. No GPA can explain why he feels so stupidly attracted and attached to you. He canât explain it to anyone but you.Â
Jay would kill him if he knew how real he wants this to be.Â
âA little, yeah.â You laugh, kissing his cheek this time.Â
âFor you, at least.â He whispers, feeling like heâs being far more real than he should be and loving every second of it. âSo, be my girlfriend.â
You roll your eyes again, lending him an even brighter laugh.
âYou seriously think I wouldnât?âÂ
And he just smiles, dipping down to kiss you again for the second time.Â
You canât help but feel elated by it, and the way he seems to break how eager heâs been for this. Elated by the fact that he waited, and he has done nothing but respect you as a person.Â
Arguably, you donât think you could ever refuse to be his girlfriend. With that rough fashion sense and entirely too-soft personality. Itâs such a stark contrast when you think about it.
All of the cocky dirty talk, all of his boldness? It was clearly just a front that would make you like him because this is not at all what you expected. If anything, itâs a pleasant surprise that he did that for you. Showing off, trying to get your attention, then flipping on a dime when you give him the time of day.Â
âYouâre a lot sweeter than I thought youâd be.â You finally whisper out. âHonestly, I expected you to fuck the lights out of me and never call back the first day we met.â
Jake chuckles, trying to avoid how much that statement turns him on because on instinct he knows he shouldnât be doing this.
âCan I be honest?â He asks against your lips, lending a small lick to the bottom one with a nod. âI really, really, wanted to.â
You pause, opening your eyes and seeing that heâs already looking at you.Â
âI would have called you though.â He smiles, calming the immediate insecurity you felt about his statement.
Now though? The thought of knowing Jake wanted to fuck you since day one only drives you to like him more than you already did.Â
âOh yeah?â You smile, feeling his fingers release from yours and move right back to your hips. âDoes it make me a bad person to say I would have let you?â
Jay would have called you a slut again over that.Â
âNo, babe.â He shakes his head with an amazed chuckle. âIf that makes you a bad person, wouldnât it make me a bad person too?â
Wow, the first man to ever speak to you as an equal.Â
Jay would probably call him a slut too.Â
âWhat about now, then?â
God, Jake really canât resist. Heâs already waited so long, and now that youâre officially his girlfriendâŠkind of, why should he? Jay doesnât need to know that heâs trying to think up some way to get out of the deal. Really, Jay should be happy that youâll be with someone who actually cares for you, right?Â
After all, this whole plan was to help you.Â
Why should it matter if it ends a little bit differently? All he needs to do is sit him down and talk to him. All he needs to do is not accept any more money, right? Technically, Jay isnât the type to be that bad of a person. Like, he wouldnât actually be mad that Jake caught feelings, right?
Heâs not breaking the rules if itâs true.Â
âIf you can be quietââ Jake says, leaning back and glancing around the room. âJay was really mad about what happened in his room, I donât want him to kick my ass thinking I came in here and railed his sister.â
You roll your eyes.
âJay doesnât give a shit. He probably thinks weâve already been fucking.â
God, the dynamic between you and your step brother is so fucking weird, Jake thinks. You have such a weird view of him, and he seems to have such a weird view of you. You really think Jay doesnât give a shit while heâs the one who seems entirely too protective of you while also being an absolute scum-bag towards you.Â
âStill,â Jake pauses, pulling back entirely and sitting over you. âIâd rather your parents not walk in.â
âThen, lock the door?â You offer, eyes scanning his body and noting the way heâs always hard when heâs with you. Those tight jeans do nothing to save him the embarrassment, and part of you wonders how often he wore them on purpose.Â
Plus, you can imagine heâs probably suffering after having already played with him briefly in Jayâs room.Â
âRight. Doors have locks on them.â Jake dead-pans, standing up and wincing at the way his cock is entirely too obvious about what he wants to do right now. âIâll justââ He points his thumb to your door before locking it and practically leaps back on the bed with you, laughing all the way.
And you know, the last thing Jake expected today was to share his first real touch with you, first real kiss with you, or his first time actually, like, pushing to break the rules. Heâs a little nervous, seeing as how heâs maybe had sex with two girls in his entire life, but still.
He canât possibly be bad at it, right?Â
It doesnât process in his mind how heâs absolutely breaking boundaries right now, and even if he did, he wouldnât care. The way you laugh along with him sets his heart aflame, and the way you look at him shows him that this could be real. He could truly be your boyfriend, slowly reverting back to his normal self under the guise of a âbad boyâ phase or something.Â
And now, as you look at him, you note how soft he truly is despite all of those dirty words he said previously. Heâs really just sitting on your bed, laughing like a boy in love and it makes you feel entirely different than how Sunghoon makes you feel.
âItâs nice, you know?â You say, glancing down when you reach out to him again, mostly to resume the position and pull him back on top of you.
âHm?â He hums, following the pull and landing both of his hands on either side of your head, staring down at you as if he could eat straight through your chest and to your heart. âWhat is?â
âThe fact that thereâs someone here for me, I guess?âÂ
Ah, heâs a goner. Sorry Jay, the deal is over.Â
âDo you think Sunghoon will try to get you back again?â Jake follows up. âYou know I wonât let him, right? Youâre my girlfriend now.âÂ
You smile, lifting your head a bit to kiss his plush top lip before shaking your head.Â
âIâm sure heâll try, but I donât think Iâm interested in him anymore,â You start, hearing the buzzing in the air due to the pure electric feeling in the room. âNow that Iâve met you, anyway.â
This is the point in which Jake is supposed to move back from you. This is when heâs supposed to whisper to Jay that the deal is done, and that Sunghoon is no longer an issue. This is the point that Jake absolutely shouldnât be rolling off you, feeling your soft pillows hug around his head, and pulling you on top of him instead.
Itâs like youâre meant to straddle him with how perfect you look right now.
âOh yeah?â He smiles, losing the persona heâs supposed to have, unable to pretend like he isnât smitten at this moment.Â
âYeah.â You say, smiling on top of him and feeling his length pulse beneath you.
Youâve wanted to get on him like this so bad, since the very first night you met him. He waited, he respected you, and now? Heâs your boyfriend. Heâd let you, right?
âYou seem happy,â You rock back on him without warning, listening closely to the way he sighs out at the pressure you offer. âYou said if I can be quiet, right?âÂ
He nods eagerly, unable to speak as he watches you move on him, hands reaching to brush the tufts of his dark hair out of his face.Â
âCanât make any promises, Jakeââ You add, reaching down to the hem of your shirt and lifting it off of you in one motion. âWhat about you?â
Jake is stunned audibly. You heard his breathing hitch when your shirt blinded you from looking at him for a split second. And who could blame him? He knows heâs staring at the way your tits bounce with just the small lift of your shirt, bulging only partly over the lining of one of the cups.
 Immediately he throws one hand up, cupping one in his hand and bucking his hips upward at the ping of arousal centering itself in his body.Â
âCan you be quiet?â You continue playfully, placing your hand over his and the other behind you, unclasping the bra with ease and letting it fall onto his chest.Â
Jake immediately shakes his head because, no. Absolutely not. He will not be able to be quiet if any of his jerk off sessions regarding you are anything to go by. In fact, this situation could be quite telling about his lack of experience with women. This situation could be quite fucking telling to anyone outside of this room, actually.
âI thought not,â You smile, reaching down and lifting slightly to remove his ratty old t-shirt. âI donât care if Jongseong hears anyway. Heâs a weirdo, would probably be jealous.â
Jake would like to think youâre wrong about that, but something inside of him agrees with you. The way Jay reacts towards you is fucking weird and ultimately uncalled for. Then again, if Jake had to come home to a brand new sister, who is likeâ really hot, Jake would probably have a dilemma on his own.
Still, thatâs kinda gross if itâs the case, so he tries not to think about it.Â
âLet him hear then.â Jake finally says, confidence boosted solely because he is now thinking with his dick.Â
His hands fall straight to your waist once you get his shirt off of him, his eyes stay glued to your tits, and all he can do is push and pull you over his length, praying that these tight jeans donât rub him raw before he gets to pull it out.Â
You can tell his body is acting on its own too, with the way he seems entirely gone for you over something so basic in terms of foreplay. After all, this is just grinding. Itâs just tits. But you get it, as you stare directly at his toned body that has remained partially hidden from you until now.Â
And itâs the way youâre just as shameless as he is when it gets hot and heavy. Your lips donât leave his for the most part after that, at least until you hear his muffled moans as youâre soaking straight through your shorts and onto him.Â
Both of you are kind of moaning into the kiss actually, and to you it sounds so loud, but youâre sure no one in the home has realized yet. Plus, locks. Doors have locks, so even if they did, you wouldnât stop anyway.Â
You can feel the way Jake wants to push, how heâs thinking a mile a minute in the way he kisses you. His tongue seems eager and messy, trying to kiss every part of you, trying to lick and taste your mouth in ways Sunghoon wouldnât even do.Â
Arguably, itâs sexy that he does this. So messy and dominating in the kiss despite being worse at it than he was when he came into the room. Thereâs something about the confidence in being bad at living life that turns you on. He could be bad at everything and you think youâd still want this with him.Â
Even the way he moves you on his length is messy and not at all thought out. Itâs jerky and almost frantic in the way he thrusts up out of time with your movements, like heâs chasing a consistent pressure on the whole of his cock. And like, if he wants that, maybe he should just pull it out for you.Â
After all, even with the messy boy lying under you, kissing you like heâs desperate for it, youâre still wetter than youâve ever been with another person.Thatâs an honest truth you can come to terms with too. Someone obviously so inexperienced? How does he make it feel better than Sunghoonâs expert hands? Fuck if you know, but you canât help but love every second of how Jake writhes under you.
He acts like heâs never felt so good in his life, and that alone makes you feel entirely needed.
âLet me,â You say in a wet whisper against his lips, sliding your hand down between your bodies and attempting to undo his pants. âJake, take them off.â You whine shortly after, unsuccessful with unbuttoning them on your own.Â
âGod, fuck, yeah, okay.â He responds frantically, out of breath.Â
He lifts up, feeling you shift on his lap as you stay in place to your best ability and his eyes donât leave yours when he undoes his own pants, blinking up with a pretty, glassy gaze and messy dark hair.Â
All you can do in that moment is hug his head into your chest due to the sheer amount of endearment he gives you, brushing your fingers through his hair and halting his hands where they stay on his undone jeans. There, you grind, hiccuping what resembles a moan solely because he is genuinely just so fucking attractive. You canât help it, you really canât.
Heâs in awe of the way you use him, hugging his face against your tits, which only allows him to attach his mouth to one of them and moan himself at what youâre doing to him. God, sign him up if this is how you fuck. Holding a person in place, grinding against them, smothering them with your pretty tits, moaning the whole time? He could give you everything. He wants to give you everything. All of him, all of the world, every shiny trinket thatâs ever been made.Â
Honestly? It doesnât even matter that he couldnât get his cock out yet, this is something heâs never had a girl do to him and it makes him feel entirely wanted. Itâs an addicting feeling too, knowing that youâre chasing the feeling of what he has to offer under these restricting pants, and not being able to wait for it.Â
âBabeââ Jake mumbles around your nipple, trying to fumble his pants down but being unable to, considering youâre grinding on his lap right now. âBaby, let me get it outââ
Itâs kind of insane how you could have gotten off from doing this, fully clothed, fully ready to do it. But, heâs right, and that deep register of his raspy voice only drives you to pull off of him as quickly as you can.
âMm, sorry, youâre just so,â You start, falling off of his lap and spreading your legs open to show him the wet spot on your shorts. âShit.â You stop yourself, seeing the way he freezes upon seeing how you display yourself to him.Â
âShit.â Jake follows up the same words, not even caring how stupid he must look trying to kick these death-grip skinny jeans off of him.Â
You do stifle a little chuckle at that blatant show of arousal from him, and you do him a solid by removing your shorts too, heart pounding and face warm when you see his cock spring free once he finally gets the pants down his thighs.Â
Honestly, you donât even let him take them off in full before youâre shoving him back to your pillows and smiling at the way he gives you a kind of half-drowsy smirk. You watch his eyes stare you down and you can tell he likes what he sees probably about as much as you do.Â
âYou look so nice in my bed,â You start, crawling over him and grabbing his hand, putting it straight between your legs. âIâve thought about you every night.â
His eyes roll back in a glorious show of how much of a loser he truly is. A loser for you in full right now, as he feels the wettest part of you yearn for him. His fingers slip and slide so easy, and he plays with your folds in an instant. Drenching his fingers to the point that his own leaking cock wishes youâd do the same for him.Â
âMe too.â He says, unable to string together a full sentence. âAll night.â
You tick your tongue and coo out at him, feeling the way his fingers are gentle, staring down at the way his cock flexes every few seconds.Â
âWhat do you think about?â You ask now, crawling over his legs and leaning down to blow against his cock. You see it twitch and stand proudly at the feeling of your warm breath hitting it. âIâll tell you, if you tell me.â
His fingers can no longer reach the wettest part of you with the way youâve moved on him, but he doesnât mind considering when he looks down, youâre smiling at him with his length inches from your face. He chews against his bottom lip at the image before slipping his fingers into his mouth, tasting what could be if youâd let him.Â
âNothing as good as this.â He manages to get out from around his fingers as he stares down at you, elated by how he would never let another man experience this from you.Â
You smile, nodding at the way he doesnât lie before you lightly tap two fingers at the head of his cock, feeling the precum dribble with each tap enough that itâs almost dripping down his length. You focus on it only for a moment before you use the wet to coat his length in one long stroke.Â
Another beautiful groan from him, fingers still wedged in his mouth as his eyes roll back again. Then, heâs rolling his head forward, looking down at how your hands grip him, and how your lips look so pretty when you kiss the underside of his length. God, it feels like heâs neglected himself despite jerking off every night to this exact image. Or rather, something that resembles this but could never feel as heavenly.Â
And when you trail your lips down, kissing against his heavy and cum-filled sack, you feel his entire body flinch in sensitivity and a chuckled moan come from him.Â
âSorryââ he mumbles, reaching a hand down to brush against your cheek when you come back up to look at him. âNo one has ever done that to m-â
âIâd do just about anything to you right now.â You cut him off, licking against the head of his cock and enveloping his entire length.Â
He has no words, but so, so many thoughts. Would you really? Anything? Goddamn, he would do anything to you too. Not just right now, but any time. All youâd need to do is ask. All youâd need to do is push him down and sit on him.Â
And itâs kind of cute really, how he speaks with his body alone. The way his hands grip anything he can get ahold of when you continue to take his cock further and further into your mouth. Up until the size of it is restricting your airways and heâs stuttering against the sheets with a death grip.
He could come right now if he isnât careful, and he does his best to hold off.Â
His grip stays tight against your sheets when you breathe through your nose and flex your tongue against the underside of his cock, the weight of his length making it nearly impossible to do. Itâs great, actually, how he doesnât fuck into your throat and render you unable to utilize your own skills to please him.Â
The sweet, salty flavor of his precum is constant until you take him in too deep to taste it, and when you flick your eyes up, you can see that heâs amazed by how you do this. Part of you wonders if heâs ever been deepthroated at all, with the way he appears to breathe through it and tries to feel each clench of your throat.
God, your mouth is so tight around him too. So warm, tight, and perfect for him. With the way your lips stretch and your cheeks hollow out. He canât bear to stare at you for too long when youâre doing this. Already heâs trying to hold in moans far too loud, already he knows that one right clench around him, heâs not going to last.Â
And you love it. Quite literally, you are in love with the way he seems to struggle through the pleasure. So blatant and unashamed of how much he likes what youâre doing. Because honestly? Most men act like you could do more, most act as if youâll never give the best head of their life.
Jake though? He makes you feel like youâre the only person who could render him a whimpering mess. Part of you wonders if he even knows how loud heâs already being. With his rasps and grunts, with his higher pitched sounds coming from his chest and forcing their way out of his wet and bitten lips.Â
He really looks like this is where he belongs. Against your pillows, in your bed, cock out, eyes rolled back, hair cute and fluffed out against your pillows.Â
You pull back slightly when your eyes threaten to become too wet to see him, easing the tension in your throat with each inch of his length that leaves you. And when you fully pull off of him with a pretty and wet little âpop!â sound, he regains all of his composure and stares right at you.Â
âHoly fuckââ He says with a heaving breath.Â
âJake,â You start, clearing your throat before using your hand to gently jerk him off, lips landing against the head of his cock again as you speak. âYou kind of act like a virgin, which is funny considering all of the things you said to me before.â
You smile as you say the words, precum still coating your lips.
He lends you a crooked smile, feeling entirely like himself in this moment and not at all ashamed of his lack of experience. He would think that comment would scare him, like heâs doing bad or something. But the way your hand works his cock is just enough to tell him that you love it.Â
ââM not a virgin.â He says, voice uneven. âBut I canât say Iâve fucked that many girls.â
That elates you. The fact that heâs so real about it. The idea that he held off with you for a reason that didnât involve disinterest. Itâs almost like he prefers sex to mean something, which is a long forgotten concept to you and anyone else in your life it seems.Â
âThatâs hot.â You comment, halting your hand at the base of his cock before releasing it entirely and crawling further up to straddle him right where you want him.
If he wasnât already gone for you, he is now. He can feel the warmth of your pussy sit against his already sensitive and needy cock and it takes everything in him not to groan out.Â
And well, he appears to have zero control of his volume because he does, in fact, groan out.Â
Loud enough to probably alert the person who he wishes didnât exist right now.Â
You moan back at his desperate action, wiggling your hips as if to dig his cock into your thigh, smearing the mess seeping through your panties onto him.Â
âAll this time, I thought about how you could hold me down,â You start, noting how he is nothing like how you imagined he would be. âHow you could fuck me hard, and deep,â You slide forward and back a little quicker now, letting the head of his cock bump your clit. âHow you could ruin me if you wanted to.â
Youâre the one ruining him though. You both know it.Â
âIt looks like I was wrong about those thoughts though, wasnât I?â You smile at his panic when he shoots his eyes open.Â
âNo!â Jake half-moans, louder than he meant to once again. âI can do that.â
You wouldnât have believed him if it werenât for the fact that he definitely tries, lifting from your pillows and tipping you back onto your mattress. Before you even know it, your panties are off of you and heâs grabbing your legs, moving them to wrap around his waist.
Then he just stares at you with flushed cheeks and wet lips.
âI can do anything you want.â He continues, snaking his hands under your ass just to lift your lower half against the underside of his cock. âYou want me to hold you down? Fuck you hard?âÂ
You nod, eyes sparkling up at him with a pleased sound at how he shifts who he is entirely for you. Thirty seconds ago you wouldnât have expected him to change up like this, and itâs only lends you more to like about him.Â
âHold onto me, then.â He gives a gentle warning, wishing he could have like, ate you out first or something, but heâs too far gone now to imagine doing anything other than what you ask of him. He can get his head between your thighs another time, yes. He can lick you clean, making sure you know how much he wants you.Â
And you do, you hold onto him, legs around his waist, hands in his hair, feeling the weight of his cock sit against your wet folds while his hands hold you in place.
And itâs like, woah. Okay, you already experienced how big he is but feeling it there is another thing. Heâs quick to stuff your blanket up under you to keep you lifted, and then heâs immediately using one free hand to press down on your stomach, and the other holding his cock as he slides it himself through your folds.
He stares down at the way his length looks between your heat, so wet and glistening from the mix of arousal the two of you drip out. You wish you could see it too, with the way he wets his lips and keeps the bottom one caught between his teeth.Â
And when you moan, his eyes flick up to your face, so innocent looking at this moment despite your kissed lips and heaving breath. Tits on full display, pussy spread out around his cock, god. Heâs in heaven. He can most definitely hold you down and fuck you deep, itâs like he was born to do it, if heâs being honest.Â
And then, in one movement, he pushes his cock down with his thumb and slides in, bottoming out in one motion while keeping his eyes on your face. With the way your jaw is slack, and your eyes close in pleasure.Â
He does much the same, holding his breath as he feels the way your soft walls hug around him, strangling his length in a way he truly needed. Youâre so tight, god, so, so, so wet. At this point, heâs not even doing it because you are asking him to, heâs doing it because he canât help it. His body loses composure the second he bottoms out and feels the entirety of how much this pussy wants him.Â
Jake doesnât let you adjust, hell, barely even lets himself adjust before there's an echo of his thighs meeting the flesh of your ass. Consistent, deep, hard. Just like you wanted.Â
Just like he needed.
And it gets to the point where Jake is burying himself so deep, that you can barely make out words. Moaning his name in hiccups, trying to say something but always stopping short of it.Â
âJ-Ja-J.â You hiccup through each thrust, waiting for him to kiss you, wanting him to kiss you, wanting him to ruin you like you asked, like he promised.
And when Jake is out of breath, listening to that pretty little stuttered mantra of his name, he does lean down to kiss you. Tongue immediately licking against yours to the point that he swears he feels little dribbles of desperate saliva leave the corners of his mouth.
All of it is hot breath, wet, wet, fucking wet. All over.Â
His hips move faster, and he drives his cock in deeper, his moans only come out louder with each stutter of his name, and honestly? The death grip your legs have on him, keeping him from pulling out of you too far? He has no idea how heâs lasted this long already, but he loves himself a little more knowing that heâs making you feel good.Â
âYeah,â He grunts out, pulling one hand back to hold your leg tightly against him, and the other falling on his elbow above your head. He makes direct eye contact with you here, just inches from your face as he speaks with full confidence. âSay my name,â He says almost defiantly. Hoping Jay hears it and knows how good he can be for you. âIâve been dying to hear you say it like this.âÂ
His thrusts somehow remain consistent as you shoot your hand to your clit, rubbing harshly at his words. You give him exactly what he wants, moaning his name in full against his lips with a desperate and bitten kiss from you, all while your pussy practically strangles the base of his cock with each deep thrust.Â
His moan sounds relieved when you repeat his name, he swallows your hiccups up, proud that despite how fucking bad he probably is at fucking, you seem to love it.Â
And when you rub against your clit just right, feeling his abdomen press your fingers against it harder, you continue his name.Â
Breathing it out in a gasp before your orgasm hits you and he somehow manages to fuck you straight through it. His stuttered name coming out with each slam, never quite able to moan it in full again once youâre seeing stars.Â
And when your ears pop, and your eyes feel tired, you look at him.
You feel him.
His cock moving desperately in and out of you, the sweat on his brow proving to you how much he wanted to do this to you and for you.Â
He wants it so bad.
He wants you so bad.Â
You reach up, feeling the sweat in his hairline when you run your fingers through the mess of hair on his head and push his face down. Your legs fall from around him, and instantly heâs moaning.Â
âYou donât need to pull out.â
âFuckââ He stutters, hips meeting your thighs once more before you feel him release strings of thick cum in you. Amazed by that single sentence, half-not even realizing a condom was nowhere in sight anyway. He doesnât know if he could have pulled out to begin with but the words of encouragement shoot his orgasm straight through him.Â
And the way he moans through it with uneven breaths? Perfect. He sounds perfect. The way saliva dribbles from the sides of his mouth as his lips desperately kiss against your neck and shoulders? More perfect.Â
The way he pulls back to look at you after the fact? Twitching inside of you, unmoving, and not pulling out? God.
The two of you lay like this for a while, his cum bubbling out of you from around his sensitive and softened length by the time he finally decides to pull out. Which saddens him a little bit because he hates that he canât have his cock in you at all times, but still.
And then the panic washes over him. Thereâs no fucking way Jay doesnât know what he just did, and the fact that there were no harsh knocks on your door? Thatâs even more scary.Â
His heart rate picks up instantly, but you somehow calm him as you continue running your hands through his hair, down to the back of his neck and scratching.
Itâs like he mewls at the feeling, nuzzling against you as close as he can get before sighing.Â
âJay is going to kill me.â He mumbles against your skin with closed eyes.Â
You hum out a small chuckle, feeling the sticky mess between your legs and somehow not feeling as grossed out as you normally would by this.Â
âJongseong isnât going to do shit.â You smile, shifting to sit up and feeling more cum drip out of you. âI actually canât wait to see the look on his face when I drag you to shower with me.â
Jake panics internally but he canât stop himself from smiling at you with a nod.Â
And he does follow you into the bathroom. Straight past the bedroom of his glaring best friend with the wide open door.Â
He pretends to not hear the way the door slams when the two of you get into the bathroom, and desperately begins thinking of a way to make this work out for the better.Â
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Jay heard all of it. Every slap of a cock driving into you, every breath, moan, giggle, and every fucking dirty word the two of you shared.
He tries not to think of the way he slouched against his bedroom door, straining his ears to hear all of it too. He tries not to think of how his hand could never live up to whatever the fuck you were doing to Jake either.Â
Time and time again he could get off to the thought of you, but each time it just becomes more and more unbearable to see you face to face after. This time? Having to hear you with someone else? Someone that he, himself, was supposed to trust? Itâs the most unbearable, and it hurts him inside to know that you liked it.Â
It isnât fair that he was stuck, alone against his door, biting back moans of a situation he hated more than anything. His best friend was in there fucking the daylights out of the only girl Jay has ever wanted like this, and all he could do was fuck his fist and release a half-sobbed moan in his own silence over it?
Honestly, the orgasm hit him harder than heâs ever felt when he heard you moaning the name of his best friend. The stuttered breaths of Jakeâs unfinished name sounded just like his name, and his brain went insane wondering if thatâs what youâd sound like if his cock was pounding you.Â
Would you stutter like that for him? Would you moan out his name in such a pretty way too?Â
âJay! Jay! Jay!âÂ
It replayed in his mind over and over again up until he saw the two of you in the hallway. Jake appeared to be ashamed to look at him, avoiding his gaze.Â
Jay felt pathetic, angry, and entirely empty. Jake fucked up big time, betraying his trust just minutes after promising the opposite. There is so much shame within him right now, but none of it lives up to the fucking rage he feels towards Jake.
Never in his life has he ever felt so betrayed by not one person, but two. As if you knew you had such a hold on him to betray him at all, but still. It pisses him off more than anything that he still has to hear the two of you in the bathroom now, unashamed of what just happened behind your closed bedroom door like your parents arenât just downstairs and probably aware of what their slut child was doing.Â
He seethes for what feels like hours. All the way until Jake slinks out of your room after the parents went to bed, and into the night without a word to him.Â
Days, even. As the sounds of you fucking Jake haunts him.Â
Whatâs worse? Jake ignores his texts even when heâs being nice. Inviting him over for a âlessonâ, begging him to come talk, saying he isnât angry he just wants to know where the deal stands. He ignores him even on his payday, which arguably, Jay wasnât going to pay him this time but as a bribe to get him to talk to him? Of course he texted him again.
And with the way youâre leaving every other night, Jay can tell itâs because youâre going to see him outside of his control. Likely because Jake suggested it, and no part of him feels thankful that he canât hear what the two of you are up to behind his back.
He could rip his hair out at this point, when each family dinner feels empty and filled with disgust. Looking at you and wondering what it must have felt like for Jake to get between those thighs that seem to open for just any man that would lie to you. You eat quietly, sometimes shooting him a happy smile as if you canât tell that heâs rotting in front of you over the fact that youâre happy with someone that isnât him.
He can barely look at you when youâre home without the thoughts flooding his brain, rendering him jealous and resentful of everyone in his life whether theyâre involved in this situation or not. He doesnât hold back remarks each time you come back home either, bright eyes with a sex glow surrounding you.
âOut spreading your legs again, I take it?â or âCan never get fucked enough, can you?â
He says them proudly to you, as if itâs any indication that he likes you far more than Jake ever could. But, to his dismay, you look happier and brush him off without a single furrowed brow or argument. Youâve been nicer, and you even walk with better posture now.Â
He wishes you would argue with him about how untrue his words are, but you donât. Which renders him only further angry because you donât deny it, and that you agree with him. The issue is that Jake is on the receiving end of why those words are true.
Jay only wants them to be true if he is on the receiving end.
He wants you to spread your legs every other day for him. He wants you to never be fucked enoughâŠ.by him. Not by Sunghoon. Not by fucking Jake.
And then? Three long and agonizing days after Jakeâs payday, he finally texts.
Jake: we need to talk.Â
Jay: come over then
Jake: no, iâm not coming back to your house until we talk.Â
Jay: yours then?
Jake: yeah
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Things were instantly awkward for Jay when he stepped through Jakeâs door. Itâs like he could tell youâve been here recently by the feeling in the room alone. You always leave a room so alluring, so stupidly bright.Â
Jake even appears happier, much like you do when he manages to take note of how you act back at home.Â
Still, Jay doesnât come too far into the house out of fear he may very well end up breaking things if it comes down to it. Instead, he stands in the doorway, shoes still tied on his feet, eyes still heavy with an exhaustion that only he can explain.Â
âI know you know whatâs been going on,â Jake starts, raising his hands in defense as if to try and save both his friendship and new relationship. âI want you to know that I didnât mean for any of this to happen, but it did, and I want to at least tell you that Iâd treat her right.â
Jay stares forward, feeling his imaginary monarchy fall. His gaze goes straight through Jake and to the room behind him as he listens to him say words that any sibling would love to hear. All he can feel right now is buzzing, goosebumps on his skin threatening his sanity over the fact that he's always gotten everything he ever wanted, except for you.Â
And he didnât even want you like this until he knew he couldnât have you.
âYou promised me.â Jay starts with a harsh tone in his voice. âYou went straight into her room and started fucking her? And now you have the audacity to ask me if you can date her?!â He bites out with angry brows, now clenching his fists.
Jake should have known better than to think he would be reasonable about this, given how heâs acted throughout the entire situation. Still, heâll never stop thinking how fucking weird it is. How Jay is entirely protective over you despite consistently making sexual remarks, staring for a little too long, paying a stranger to date you just so you get away from your ex boyfriend.Â
For all Jake knows, if it wasnât for you confirming the situation, he could argue Jay would have made up lies about Sunghoon being a bad boyfriend too.Â
Jay is jealous and Jake fucking sees it.Â
âYou literally paid me to date her. So what if I actually want to be with her now? Why is that such a bad thing?!â Jake retorts, throwing his hands up as if everything Jay is saying doesnât make any sense to a normal person.
Which is true.
âI paid you to pretend, not to actually want her!â Jay raises his voice again, despite being in Jakeâs home, despite being his long time childhood friend. Over all, trying to appear more threatening as a means to regain his control.Â
âI donât understand why youâre not okay with this.â Jake starts, much calmer than Jay. âWhat? You're gonna keep her from dating anyone ever again?â
Jay stands down at those words, knowing that if he could he would. Knowing that it must be incredibly telling to Jake, who isnât as stupid as he acts.
âWhy? Youâre mad because you canât be with her? And if you canât, then no one can?â Jake adds with a smile.Â
Immediately Jay storms up to him, fisting Jakeâs shirt collar in his hand.Â
âYou think I want to be with trash like her?â He seethes out in a hot whisper, body telling on him in the way his words donât match the defensive stance he takes. âI just donât want you fucking my sister.â
âThe deal is off, Jay.â Jake says in an even calmer tone, almost smiling. âBesides, I already fucked her.â
Jay intensely stares at him, anticipating the next word Jake says ending in a swift punch to the jaw.
âMultiple times.â
That breaks him.Â
What he thought would end in a physical altercation appears to be ending in his own begging. His own self-pity at how sad he is for himself over this overtakes every thought in his head. He is desperate to get you, and desperate to make sure Jake leaves and never comes back.
âIâll pay you double what iâve already paid to break up with her.â He bribes. âTriple.â
âYou canât just keep her, she doesnât want you.â Jake continues, pressing all of the buttons of a friend he used to trust with his life. âShe doesnât even like you.âÂ
Jay stands there, releasing the grip on Jakeâs shirt and taking a step back. He knows Jake is right, and he hasnât done anything to make you like him either, but still. Why does everyone else get parts of you that he canât have?Â
âJake, youâre misunderstanding.â He tries to reply in a calmer voice. âIâve known her since freshman year and Iâve watched her get hurt. I donât want anyone around her.â
Jake laughs at him. And honestly? It shocks Jay with the way his friend has changed in just a matter of weeks. Itâs the fact that itâs his fault.Â
âYouâre fucking weird, dude.â Jake continues to laugh. âYou know me better than anyone and you donât even want her to be with me? Of all people?â
Jay listens, trying to ignore how his truth has to come about another way. If Jake wants a fight over you, so be it.
âSunghoon? Yeah, I get it but, the fact that you wonât even let me be with her? When is it what she wants?âÂ
âBreak up with her, this is my final warning.â Jay dead-pans.
âOr what?â
Jay stands there, directly in front of a friend he just threw away over a girl. Staring at him with such immense hate in his eyes that even Jake feels a shiver run down his spine.
He says nothing when he shoves past Jake and walks straight out the front door, only speaking before closing it with a âYou have a week to break it off.â
Jake rolls his eyes at the words, shrugging at the situation despite knowing the sadness of losing a friend will hit sooner or later. Really though? Deep down, Jake knew that Jay had a thing for you after the way heâs been acting.Â
And itâs like, Jake knew he was bad at talking to girls but at least he doesnât call them sluts and whores, or make them think he would rather be run over by a fucking tank than to say anything nice to them.Â
Whatâs worse is that he gets it. Youâre entirely likable, lovable even, and itâs going to take a lot more than a couple of threats to pull Jake away from you. Likewise for Jay it seems. Step-siblings aside, thereâs no way Jay didnât have a crush on you before you became his step sister. Anyone would have a crush on you.
Still. Thatâs weird, and thereâs nothing Jay can do to have you. With or without Jake, youâd never want him after the way he spoke to you. Youâd never fuck family, nor would you ever be interested in a guy like him anyway.
At least with Jakeâs false persona, he acted more like his true self than he meant to when he was around you.Â
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A week goes by and there is no word of Jake ending it with you.Â
In fact, youâre still leaving every other night to see him, coming home with a little bounce in your step and a stupid fucking smile on your face. Jay canât stand it anymore.Â
He thought a week was him being nice. Giving Jake, who he still cares about, mind you, enough time to come to terms that this will never work if Jay is around. Once again though, Jake didnât listen. The once lost and intelligent guy now appears to know exactly what he wants in life and itâs so fucked up to Jay that it just so happens to be his girl.Â
A girl that isnât really even his, and the only ownership he has over you is a title that makes him want to gag.
Step-sister.
Jay has come to terms by now that he is willing to end his longest friendship over you. He is willing to defy his own moral standards for you. He is willing to love you, touch you, and be anything you need. The only issue is the fact that heâs already fucked it up for himself.
Jake was right in saying you donât even like him. Not as a friend, not as a step-brother, and certainly not as a boyfriend. It truly is his own fault too, but things can change.Â
And they will change.Â
âWhy do you act like Jake is the best thing thatâs ever happened to you?â Jay asks, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed.Â
âOh, am I?â You look down shyly, smiling because you canât stop. âI guess I didnât notice.â
Jay lends a short nod and a smile to himself, feeling more and more calm as the seconds pass and he steps into your room.Â
You, on the other hand, are elated tonight solely because of the date Jake took you on just the day before. He was so sweet, and so nice. Even going as far as eating you out in his car simply because he couldnât resist, and missed you too much in the twenty four hour span of not seeing you previously.Â
You wish you could talk about it with Jay, you wish you could thank him for bringing Jake into your life and let whatever fucked-up relationship you have with him die so that it can be replaced with something more pleasant.Â
âThank you, by the way.â You say meekly as he enters and wanders around your room, staring at several of Jakeâs shirts hanging in your closet.Â
âHm?â Jay responds off handedly, reaching into the closet to feel one of your soft t-shirts.Â
âThank you for letting me meet Jake. I was shocked that day you invited me to eat with you guys, so I assumed it was to help with the whole Sunghoon situation. It did help, you know?â You smile fondly, thinking of your boyfriend and how nice he looks when heâs holding your hand.
âAhââ Jay turns to look at you, letting one of your soft shirts fall from a hanger so that he can run his fingers through his hair with a stressed look up at your ceiling.Â
You watch as he takes in a deep sigh before hanging his head.
âListen, I have something to tell you about Jake.â He finally says, walking to your door and closing it before sitting on your bed and looking at you with a serious expression.Â
âWhat is it?â You tilt your head at him.
He watches your face of confusion, seeing how heavy the feelings are that youâve managed to grow for a man you were never meant to have feelings for. The way you swallow around a lump in your throat shows him that youâre going to listen to him, and possibly believe him.
For the first time, Jay isnât going to be lying to you about Jake either.
âJake is only dating you for the money I give to him every month.â Jay admits, knowing youâre about to bombard him with questions as to why heâs paying Jake to do it.Â
âWhat?â You question again, dead-pan staring at him.
âI paid him to date you because I trusted him not to be like Sunghoon, and you seemed really hurt by what happened.â
âWhat?!â You echo yourself, furrowing your brows at Jay and the way itâs the first time heâs ever looked at you in such a soft way. âHow much?!âÂ
âTwo hundred a month. I dropped off his last payment last Sunday.â He lies.
You pause, reminding yourself that just the Saturday before he was holding you close to him on his couch, telling you all sorts of nice things that made your heart double in size.Â
âHe only learned to play guitar because we thought it would be your type. Jake is more of a loser than I am. If you had met him just a day earlier, you wouldnât have looked at him twice.â
You remain silent, listening to all of this fucked up information.
âHere pretty soon, heâs supposed to break up with you.âÂ
And now your face is hot, and your eyes are burning. All of those words Jake said to you felt entirely genuine. The way he kissed you, touched you, and even the way he looked at you felt so real and electrifying.Â
Thereâs a part of you that doesnât believe a word Jay is saying, but thereâs also a part of you that wonders how much of it is true. Youâve seen Jakeâs room and his selection of monotone and earth tone clothing that youâve never seen him wear before.Â
âI donât believe you.â You say, crossing your arms, looking away from Jay, then sniffling. âIt would be so fucked up if you really paid some guy to pretend he liked me.âÂ
Jay shakes his head in mock sadness for you.
âI set rules, you know? He wasnât supposed to let it get so bad. He wasnât supposed to sleep with you or even kiss you, I know that he did though.â Jay says, reaching a hand out to yours. âI keep seeing how happy you look and canât stand that heâs doing this to you. I just wanted to help.â
You blink up at Jay.Â
âWhy did you care so much to help me get over Sunghoon? So much that youâd pay Jake to do this?â
âBecause I didnât want to see you be taken advantage of. I see that it was a bad idea now though, because Jake definitely took advantage of you when he could.â He looks down, still in mock sorrow for you. âI wanted to punch him so bad when I paid him last time, with his stupid shit eating grin like heâs won the lottery or something.â
âDo youââ You pause, trying to process the information. âhave proof?â
Jay nods, pulling up the few text messages he and Jake have sent about the situation.Â
Jay: do you think she fell for it? you completely changed vibes bro
Jake: yeah for sure i got a date tomorrow with her
Jay: if i knew it would be this easy i wouldnât be paying you so much
Jake: money AND a girl? best deal ever.
Right then and there, upon reading those texts, the crying really does start. You question your ability to read feelings, body language, and words. You really thought Jake meant everything he said, and over all youâre just learning thatâŠwell, heâs a great liar.
âI know what I did was wrong, but Iâm trying to make it right.â Jay soothes, scooting closer to you and hugging you against his chest. âIâm here whether youâre mad at me or not.â
You shove him away from you initially, but he uses his strength against you to hold you against him tightly. Itâs the first time Jay has ever hugged you, the first time heâs ever comforted you while simultaneously being the cause of your shattered heart right now.Â
âWhy are you like this?â You ask in a truly pathetic voice, raspy and full of overwhelming emotion that you donât know what to do with. âWhy did you have to do that?âÂ
Jay takes in a deep breath, readying himself for whatever reaction you could possibly give to his next, very carefully thought out words.Â
âBecause Iâve liked you since freshman year, and now youâre my sister.â He says in a sweet whisper against the top of your head. âBecause you never noticed me before, and you barely do now, but I wanted to help your situation somehow without making it weird.â
He feels you cry harder against him now, your hands gripping his shirt without intention as you try and work through the even bigger flood of information now. Itâs true that you didnât notice Jay too much, and he never indicated any type of feeling for you. He could have been your type, if he had made an attempt to get to know you, but he never did. He became your step-brother instead. One who would do nothing but ridicule you and pay men to fuck you, apparently.Â
And as you cry, all you can do is raise that same gripping hand and land it harshly against his chest in a punch that feels weak to him. Over and over again, and he just takes it. Sitting there hugging you against him in a way that keeps your abuse weak and pathetic as you release the emotion on him.Â
âI would have been able to do more for you if it wasnât for Jake taking advantage of my own weakness.â Jay now says, trying to land the final nail in Jakeâs coffin for you. âIn some way, I think I would have made you happier.â
Your attempts to hit the anger out of you fall short with each passing moment as your fingers find purchase back in his shirt, and the feeling of being enveloped by an apology overtakes you in full.
You can taste your tears against his shirt, feeling sorry for yourself for dampening him like this. Feeling sorry that he likes you and knowing you donât like him back. Feeling sorry that the only person youâve ever felt strongly for like this, never felt a thing back for you.Â
Youâre worth two hundred dollars to both of them.Â
And when you pull back, feeling Jay allow you to pull away, you just stare at him with an empty and broken expression.Â
Jay canât help but think you look even prettier with a broken heart. Mostly because he knows heâs the only person here who can fix it for you. He knows exactly whatâs going through his mind when he leans forward and kisses you without hesitation.Â
You are shocked by the action, feeling unfamiliar lips on yours for just a moment before youâre shoving him back with a grimace.
âWhat the fuck?!â You yelp, baffled and entirely disgusted.Â
Jay says nothing as he stares at you as if heâs lost his mind. His mouth is slack when he looks at you and itâs a face that very nearly scares you. Especially when he takes your face in both of his hands and does it again.
A harsher kiss, with him holding you there against his lips, running his hands down to keep your body from pushing him away again.Â
âLet me make it better.â He pleads in a desperate whisper between his forced kisses. âJust this once.â
Youâre not sure whatâs happening right now, as you sit stiffly in his grasp, feeling him plead and kiss against you like a mad man. Wondering why youâre not fighting after hearing his broken voice. Wondering if he feels just as broken as you do right now.Â
This is your sibling by marriage, trying to give you something that he should not be giving you. Indulging you in truth, too much truth. And maybe youâre going a little crazy too, because you just let him.
And you let him, and let him, until heâs releasing his grip on your body forcing you to stay close to him, and gently caressing your face through his one sided kisses.Â
âPlease.â He whispers just against your lips, pulling back a few inches to look at you.Â
And when you look at him this time, it feels raw. Thatâs the only way you can describe this situation of immense loss inside of you. Forced away from someone while being totally suffocated by another who only seemed to want to hurt you before all of this.Â
âJongseong, no.â You warn, not entirely understanding why you donât fully agree with your own words right now.
Maybe itâs because you want to be wanted, or needed, or loved at this moment.Â
âDonât call me that.â He whispers, leaning forward again, kissing you on the corner of your mouth. âWhy wonât you let me try?âÂ
You take in a deep breath, wondering the same thing.
Because heâs your brother?
Because he paid Jake to break you more than Sunghoon ever has?
Because you want to let him try, solely to numb yourself from everything else for the night?
âIââ You start, staring forward and straight through him. âI donât know.â
He smiles, spreading his legs wide beside you to adjust himself solely because he got to feel your lips on his. His hands stay against your face as he looks at you through this, and notes only slightly the way you reach your hands up to grip his biceps.Â
âYou donât?â He asks. âWhy do you throw yourself at everyone but me then?â
Those are words that should hurt you more than he already has, but they donât. Heâs not wrong. If you were more careful of the people you lend your body to for pleasure, maybe you wouldnât continue to get hurt. Maybe everything heâs done really has taught you how to pick and choose better people.
Sunghoon, Jake, and now him.Â
Now him.
It feels so final, like a last hurrah of hating yourself before you decide to never let another man into your heart again. You wonât date Jay, you wonât even think of him as someone you could be with solely due to the circumstances.
But for some reason, there is something you will do and that happens to be living up to all of those insults he threw at you before. Dumb, whore, slut.Â
And youâll do those things solely to make yourself feel better right now. Sex isnât healing but when a person appears to want you this badly, it kind of is in its own way. A reminder that at least youâre wanted on some level, especially when youâre running circles in your head over what it could be that you keep doing wrong.Â
This time, Jay is shocked when youâre the one who leans forward, your hands falling from his biceps straight to his hands over your face. You cry when you kiss him, feeling utterly insane that youâre doing this, not knowing why youâre going to keep pushing, and absolutely ignoring that youâll regret it.Â
âIf you want to fuck me so bad, just do it then.â You say, more as an insult to him, yourself, and the entire situation.Â
Whatâs worse is, you said that so Jay would pull back and come back to his senses. Anyone who hears those words should know that itâs an all or nothing question. Any decent person, any selfless person would deny fucking you in this state.Â
And while you want him to fuck you at this point, just to prove how badly heâs wanted to, you equally wanted him to just be here for you in the way he was supposed to.
Jay doesnât pick up on the cue though, and instead jumps right in. Kissing you back and pulling you down with him against your mattress.Â
The bed feels less pretty with Jay lying in it with you, but his lips work better than Jakeâs did the first time he kissed you so messily. You donât mind only because you donât care about a single outcome at this point.Â
Everything bad that could happen to you has already happened.Â
Jay wants you to like it though. He wants you to like everything about him. Even the aspects about himself that he canât stand. And he kisses you in a way to try and force this outcome.Â
Jake is still in the front of his mind though, as he takes his girl back on the same bed where Jake presumably took you away to begin with.Â
And youâre so pretty too, with your tear stained cheeks kissing him in an angry way. Jay couldnât be happier that youâll take this out on him. He deserves it, doesnât he? To be hated? Hated enough to be kissed by you? Itâs wonderful, really.Â
He stays like this with you for as long as he can, the fear of it stopping fizzling out with each passing minute that you only kiss harder, harder, harder. Up until he canât stand the feeling of his cock in his pants, up until he canât help but feel you up, relishing in your hot skin and the way you still shiver probably through the chill in your heart right now.Â
His hand lands under your shirt, pulling your bra down just so he can eagerly circle his fingers around one of your nipples. Thinking so hard about the tits heâs wanted to see bare for so long, feeling it perk up against his finger in reaction.Â
He throbs at it, even if you wonât make eye contact with him between kisses. Even if you kiss him like you mean it but clearly donât. Heâs taking what he can get, taking what youâll give to him.Â
âI heard you guys, you know.â Jay says, pinching your nipple before rolling on top of you just to dig his length against your leg. âYou seemed so happy to gag on him, why arenât you like that for me?â
You ignore his words, trying not to moan at the thickness you feel in his pants. Never once have you thought about what Jay could be packing, but itâsâŠbigger than you probably would have expected. Feeling it against you breaks that final barrier in your brain keeping you from being entirely turned on by the lack of morals youâre sharing with him.
This is the first thing youâve ever shared with Jay outside of an argument.Â
âCan you stop talking?â You ask in a huff, breath hitching when he adjusts his hips between your legs and rubs himself against the center of your heat. âItâs pissing me off.â
âMm, I bet.â He smiles, using both hands to push your shirt and bra up to your collarbones, revealing your chest to him. He grabs both of them without hesitation, and studies the way they fit in his hand. âIâm trying to fix this right now though.â He nods to himself, smirking the same smirk he always gives you when heâs being an asshole and squeezing the tit that rests above your heart.Â
Youâre angry that you like it. You enjoy the way he grips tighter, and ruts himself harsher against you. Almost more desperately than Jake did. Rougher, so much rougher.Â
âYou canât fix whatâs happened.â You groan out, annoyed and equally as aroused. âSo, stop trying.â
âGetting you wet can fix it.â He says, leaning back and placing both hands on your knees, spreading your legs wide. He stares at you and the dismay on your face, then down between your legs. It doesnât take much convincing from him though, to have you bucking your hips up against your own will.Â
You never knew Jay could be so confident or dirty.Â
And when he backs up just to take off your bottoms in one swift motion, you donât even hide your face. Because you donât care what you look like right now, or what he sees. Youâre already past the boundary and at this point your body wants what it wants.Â
Quite frankly, you hope he fucks the morals right out of you. You hope he fucks the emotion out of you, and renders you a shell of a person that can no longer feel pain in any capacity.Â
âWell, well, well.â Jay gloats as he gets back between your legs, noting how youâre already wet. Not entirely wet, but definitely turned on. âCanât believe youâre wet for your own brother.âÂ
You roll your eyes, wishing heâd stop focusing on that. Youâre barely related. Just by marriage, anyway.Â
âStop talking.â You argue.Â
And, well, for the first time he listens to you.Â
If you knew you could shut him up by putting a pussy in his mouth, perhaps you would have done this sooner. Then again, you likely wouldnât have considered it before now.Â
Anything he could say to you right now is muffled, and all you can hear are groans and grunts each time he tries to lick straight into you. Through you almost. His tongue is just as harsh as everything else, neglecting your clit and going straight for what he wants in his mouth.Â
He licks and laps at you without shame, knees planted on the floor and fingers spreading you open against his lips. His eyes stay open though, staring up at you, only blinking slowly when he gets a taste of something particularly sweet.Â
You try not to reach down like you always seem to do for Jake. You really do try, but itâs like an instinct thing, you guess. You find your fingers in his hair, gripping the strands much harsher than you usually would this time.Â
If heâs rough, you can be rough too, right?Â
You drag him up by his hair, listening to his shameless moan of pleasure at how you treat him. You plant his face directly against your clit, and heâs just as harsh with his tongue against it. Flicking it, swirling his tongue around it, side to side, up and down, before he circles his lips around it and sucks with another one of his embarrassingly sexy moans.Â
Something about him liking this to the full extent is so good. Itâs so wrong, but itâs so, so, fucking good.Â
And as you hold him there, his fingers slide into you as if he knows exactly how to do it. Youâre shocked that he does, actually. With someone so invisible to the world to anyone but himself, he must have gotten plenty of practice in with all of the snooty book-smart girls back on campus.Â
You hate to admit that theyâre kind of lucky. Jay is clean with it. Goes straight for the pleasure spots and doesnât fuck around at all. Sunghoon was always messy with his fingers, smiling and playing with you and the way youâd whine for him to hit a particular spot again. Jake, on the other hand, would never know where to land his fingers, but heâd find it and keep hitting it when youâd make that one specific sound.Â
Jay knows where it is, and he knows he does.Â
You know he does.
To the point that you canât help the moans that fall from your lips. Almost as shameless as he is, avoiding the fact that you do like this. You do like the entire situation that surrounds it. After all, youâd never get fucked like this is it wasnât from Jay, right? If he didnât go off and set you up for failure first, right?Â
Fuck Jay.
Quite literally. Fuck him for being so good at ruining everyone.Â
âI hate you.â You whisper between moans, already feeling the tears bubble up again. You hate him so much, and you hate everything about how he really could have been something had he tried before.Â
You hate that it feels so good.
You hate that he chuckles at your words, vibrating his voice against your clit and making you shiver.
You canât stand that he can fit three fingers into you with ease, proving how wet you are for him.Â
And even more do you hate the way he pulls back, staring up at you as he quickens his fingers, hitting that same spot, over and over again with a filthy smirk on his glistening lips.Â
âHate me all you want,â He says in a smooth voice, listening to the sounds of how wet you are gushing out and against his palm. âYou seem to love what I can do for you.â
You groan out again, from deep in your chest as you try to close your legs around him, as if to push him out of you but you can feel the way he easily keeps one of your legs spread out and open, preventing the act.Â
And as he listens to the sounds of your body, it all clicks in his head. Itâs no wonder Jake wanted to be with you so bad. The taste of you, the smell, the sounds your body emits to be fucked? He wouldnât let anyone take you from him. Sunghoon too, no wonder he kept coming back. That girl he always fucks during the summers surely doesnât stand a chance against you.Â
No one could look so sweet and sound so arousing like this but you. Not a single other person in this world could have his cock straining against his pants like this over the act of giving head. If anything, Jay hates giving head. But youâre clean.
You taste sweet.Â
He could eat you out for days.Â
âGod, just fucking look at you.â He groans to himself when he stares at his three fingers plunging into you, hitting that same spot since he started.Â
He can feel the squeeze of your pussy around his fingers each time he drives them in deep, pushing them together. And you only squeeze more and more as he does it. He knows exactly what this means.Â
âAlready?â He asks snidely. âJust from my fingers?â
You stay silent only because you couldnât speak if you wanted to. Never has a man assaulted your g-spot so well before, and youâve felt it building up this entire time. Your whole body feels weak, your eyes feel fogged over, your brain is going numb as you relish in the pleasure rather than the reality just outside of it.Â
âFuck, Jay.â You manage to get out, not even shocked that you just said his name in regards to this situation.
Nothing shocks you anymore.
And itâs like music to his ears to hear you sing his name in pleasure. Itâs not a stutter of Jakeâs name this time. Itâs really his name, and he feels so fucking elated by it. He fucks his fingers in faster through the eagerness of hearing you willingly say that to him. He even dips down, his shoulders keeping your legs open just so he can lick around the same hole his fingers are stretching out, and right there is where he wills for you to come.
He wants to feel it drip against his tongue, he wants his fingers and face to be fucking soaked in you and all of that hate you claim you have for him.Â
Itâs not a shocker to him that you do, either. He knows how to touch a pussy, youâre not a puzzle for him. But at least your cum is sweeter than heâs ever tasted. He laps it up like a fucking dog, moaning through it as you hold your breath. Your legs shake, your cunt clenches, your clit throbs, and heâs the reason for all of it.Â
He works you through it so well, to the point that youâre out of breath and looking at him as if he is your boyfriend. Only now do you wish that your mother didnât have to go off and marry his dad. You could have easily dated this asshole just for the way he gives head and uses his fingers alone.
Yeah, maybe you are a slut.Â
âMm, I heard that.â He coos out, licking up the last of your orgasm before lifting and resting his head just below your belly button. âYou moaned my name.âÂ
Youâve never seen him smile like this. His eyes have never looked so bright before. Youâre mad that he looks attractive between your legs, with his lips dripping in your own arousal. You hate that you like it.Â
âI did.â You say, leaving no room for him to respond.Â
After all, he probably said that just to try and get a rise out of you.Â
âYouâre going to do it again, you know.â He responds anyway, now standing and reaching for the button on his pants. âAnd again.âÂ
You watch him, not wanting to believe that youâll be moaning his name again tonight. Thinking that this is the end of it, though you should have known better. Heâs going all the way.Â
âRoll over.â He says now, almost demanding in a way that makes you immediately follow the direction.
You roll over perfectly for him, presenting an already fucked and pulsing hole for him to rub up and against. He actually has to blink up at the ceiling with a deep breath before really getting a good look at this angle.Â
A perfect ass, perfect cunt, all wet and willing for him of all people. Youâre right where you belong at this moment. Against your bed, with his cock out and ready to fuck you until you forget Jake ever existed.Â
âDamn.â He comments, thumbing at your pussy lips and gripping himself with the other hand. âHave you ever looked at yourself in the mirror like this?â
Thatâs a weird question, but yeah.Â
Still, you donât nod or answer. You just stuff your face into the very same pillow that Jake laid against the day you straddled him. If you breathe in hard enough, you can almost smell him on it.Â
âIâm sure you have.â Jay answers for himself, now spreading your cheeks and getting a good look at both holes.Â
Then, he leans forward, takes off his shirt, and slaps his cock against your swollen lips. Over and over again, watching the strings of your previous orgasm connect him to you. He pushes, and pushes, rubbing it between your lips and relishing in the image of his cock against you.
Where it fucking belongs.
And then heâs releasing a string of saliva, letting it drop directly onto the head of his length before he pushes the tip in.Â
God, heâs thick. Just the head alone feels so much bigger than youâve had before and itâs a bit unfamiliar. Because, of fucking course it is.Â
Still, he stays like that. Pushing his tip in, out, in, out.Â
Over and over again, giving you small sighs from his throat at the feeling until you canât fucking stand it anymore.
Youâre the one who pushes back, slipping another inch of him into your tight and wet walls, gripping your sheets much the same way Jake did when you went down on him.
âFuuuuck,â Jay moans out slowly, using both hands to spread your cheeks and get a good look at the way youâre the one who wants more. âDidnât expect you to be this tight, baby.â
You ignore his words, knowing theyâre more insulting than you need to hear right now.Â
And then, you feel his hand move to the small of your back and push a perfect arch out of you, his other hand pushing forward to grip your tit. He slides all the way in this time, bottoming out before staying in place just to feel you adjust around him.
âLet me feel how tight you really are then,â He smiles from behind you, finger flicking your nipple and flexing his cock inside of you. âSqueeze it.âÂ
You clench on demand, not because he asked for it, but because the feeling of his fingers on your nipple forces you to do it. Itâs a slight pleasure that always shoots straight to your pussy and you canât fucking help the moan. Youâve always been weak to have your nipples played with, and Jake really indulges you in that. Jay is doing the same without even fucking knowing what it does to you.Â
âGoddamn, I just know theyâll miss you.â Jay breaks out in a moan, boasting about having his cock in you and feeling the way your perfect cunt jerks it off for him. âWouldnât let anyone fuck this pussy again,â He continues to ramble to you, spilling out his filthy desires. âMy pretty slut of a sister, giving it to me like this?â
You gasp when he finally moves, pulling out nearly all the way before stuffing you full again.
âFinally letting me see what all the hype was about?â He degrades, keeping his pace slow just to hear you give into his words with each moan. âIâll give it to you, youâd like that wouldnât you?â
You nod against your will, never realizing that maybe you like being called these names. Jay, once so quiet and stoic, now talking to you in a way you never could have imagined. You donât know why itâs so hot. You wonât think too hard into it, nor will you ever bring this shit up again either.Â
âWouldnât you?â He repeats, leaning down against your ear. âIâll be the one to fuck you the way you need, wonât I?â
His hips pick up at that point, driving those long and languid strokes into you at a quicker pace, with so much ease and confidence that you almost find it hard to think heâs lying. Maybe the only person you shouldnât be fucking really is the only one who could fuck you the way you need it.Â
âJay,â You hiccup against your pillows, trying to lift, but his hand only pushes you further down, keeping that perfect arch for him to hit your g-spot much like he did with his fingers. âJay,â You try again, wanting to say something and not yet having the ability.Â
âThatâs right.â He encourages you through his own stifled grunt, putting all the force in his body behind his thrusts now. âSay it.â He continues, now moving the hand from your tit to your hair, forcing your head back and your arch to reach pure agony.Â
God, that slight change in position nearly does him in. The way you gasp out and let him force you into a shape that only a gymnast could achieve. So flexible. So slutty. Youâre perfect.Â
âGod, Just fucking say it again.â He groans, now releasing your hair and gripping your ass, forcing you to ride back on him, trying to memorize the way your pussy walls hug around him, trying to memorize the way you moan for him, the way youâre wet for him, the way heâs finally fucking you.Â
âJayââ You moan out, lifting on your arms yourself this time, ruining the arch but pleasing him all the same when you bounce back, to the point that heâs chuckling out his groans and biting his bottom lip to the point he may actually be bleeding.Â
You are truly so unbelievable to him.
âSo needy for dick.â He tuts, trying to keep his composure as he stares down at the scene of you riding against him. âJust gonna ride me like the filthy slut I always knew you were?âÂ
You hiccup, chasing the pleasure for yourself and you alone. Loving the numbness in your brain right now, and the way his cock pulses inside of you. You feel like you could burst with every color of emotion youâve ever felt in your life, but you refrain.Â
You bounce back harder, harder, harder, until your knees buckle and he slips out of you when you fall flat back onto your stomach.Â
He thinks itâs cute though, in the way you fucked against him until you couldnât anymore. Rendering your body a melted mess of a woman, where he can easily move you to roll over, and take you for all your worth. So he can fuck you better than anyone ever has, so he can remind you that while youâre dirty, and give yourself to just about anyone, youâre proud to have given it to him too.Â
And as you lay there, staring up at him when he pushes your legs up to your chest, slipping right back into you with a pornographic moan of his own, you canât help but see him as anyone other than Jay.Â
Heâs too attractive, he fucks too good.Â
Except it is Jay. Youâve moaned his name. Itâs his cock inside of you, heâs the reason youâre so close to your second orgasm.Â
And goddamn, do you need it.Â
You need it so much that your fingers leave marks against his shoulders as you try to hold onto him. All you can hear are his breaths of the words âYes.â and âMhm.â encouraging you to scratch him harder and deeper as he fucks into you.
He knows you feel good, mostly because of the way you finally make eye contact with him, and the way you look at him as if you want him to be the one fucking you right now over anyone else.Â
âYou really are justââ He starts, in awe at how pretty. âSo fucking pretty.â He laughs this time, slamming his hips into you at a pace that forces small moans out of you with each pointed thrust.Â
And you are shocked by his sudden kind words. This whole time you never could have guessed he had some weird little crush on you, and event through him fucking you, you couldnât tell. But now he suddenly wants to say youâre pretty?Â
You donât get him. Nor do you even care to understand, because what heâs doing right now is enough to distract you from the inevitable situation that will follow.Â
You remain silent save for the few moans you offer, trying to focus solely on the way his cock splits you open. And man, he really does fuck hard. Each slam into you feels like youâre seeing stars, to the point that you can feel your throat go dry from your slacked lips.
To the point your tits are squished under your legs painfully.Â
To the fucking point that the saliva that does collect in your mouth only falls out of the corners of your mouth.
Jay is so quick to catch it too, leaning down and squishing your tits even more painfully as he licks up each dribble and revels in the warmth of your mouth. He doesnât kiss you though, no, no. He likes seeing you cock-drunk for him too much.
Youâre really letting him fuck you, and youâre really just letting him do whatever he wants? All it took was losing Jake as a friend? Heâd do it over and over again just to experience this in all the different ways he could imagine.Â
And as he thinks about it, with your pussy clenching him so tightly, he finally releases your legs and focuses on getting you off once more. He lands his fingers right between your legs, aggressively rubbing your clit in time with each of his breathless thrusts.
Heâs out of breath by this point, sweating, and his hair is falling against his face only to stick to his forehead as he gives it to you the way you deserve. He wills it out of you, unsatisfied if he canât get you to come at least twice on him.
Then, he encourages it.Â
âCome on, babyâyouâre close, right?â He grunts, already feeling dangerously close to his own orgasm. âLet me feel it,â He continues, staring straight into your eyes as if heâs telepathically forcing the orgasm out of you. And it works, he can feel the clench become suffocating around his length, forcing his own eager orgasm to the surface.
âFuck, yeah, this is what you wanted.â He nods to himself frantically, fingers stuttering against your clit as he grinds his cock into you as deep as he can manage, holding it there as he witnesses your second orgasm along with his own.Â
And both of you are whispering moans and strings of âfuckâ and âgoddamnâ and even a few of his name.Â
It only drove his orgasm to keep spurting out of him far past your own high. You feel it, and you watched him do it. He didnât pull out, nor did he even ask if he needed to. He fills you to the brim and only keeps going, lending short thrusts as if to push the cum deeper and deeper into you until heâs entirely drained and spent.Â
There, he pulls out without a single glance to you before he falls onto your bed, letting the mess on his cock seep into your sheets. Thatâs when he looks at you, out of breath and sparkly eyed as he pushes his hair out of his face.Â
He fucking smiles at you.Â
âFeel better?â He asks through deep breaths, reaching his hand up to your cheek and caressing it as if he actually cares.
âNo.â You say numbly, feeling more hollow than you did before giving in to the temptation of a situation so fucked up. âI feel worse now.âÂ
âAww,â He coos, lifting on his elbow to look at you. âYou shouldâve told me, I could have kept going.â
You stare at him, unsure of how you feel about any of this. Certainly not wanting it to happen again, but somehow knowing that it very well might.Â
On your terms.Â
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Things are weird after Jay goes back to his room. He even cleaned you up a little bit using one of Jakeâs old shirts with a chuckle. Even nodded to you, saying you should give it back to him unwashed when he inevitably breaks up with you.Â
It made you cry the instant he finally left you alone. Which is so fucked up because you couldnât even tell if you wanted to be alone or not. You almost wanted him to stay and pretend to love you for a little longer despite how wrong it was.Â
At the end of the day though, Jay got what he wanted, and youâre still here having to clean up the trail of destruction he leaves behind him.Â
The first thing you need to do is talk to Jake and lay it out straight to him. You want to tell him you know the truth, but most of all you want to ask why he did it. You want to know why he was so good at lying, and you deserve to know if any of it at all was real.
Because if he so much as nods his head that any of it was real, youâd never talk to Jay again. In fact, youâd never even look at him again. Especially after what just happened. Regardless of if you liked it, regardless of if Jake really did lie to you, youâd tell Jake everything.
Even if it makes you weird for letting Jay fuck you. Even if itâs weird that you fucked yourself against him.
Youâd give everything to Jake if heâd accept it, and all you can do now is hope that somehow this situation is flipped on its head.Â
Though thereâs no way it could be.Â
So, you lay there, alone in your bed wishing so much that you had someone to tell you that everything will be okay.
The last thing you needed was for that person to be fucking Sunghoon.Â
The bright and unknowing text makes you cry harder, but you still respond to it.Â
Because at the end of the day, you really are dumb.Â
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Approaching Jake the next day felt like a whirlwind of emotion in your chest. Wondering if everything Jay said was true, wondering if itâs a lie.Â
You donât think youâve ever hoped more for anything. For Jake to explain it all, for him to make promises and never break them. For him to still want you even if you donât want yourself.Â
He sees your face fall the second you look at him. You look nervous, scared, maybe even a bit broken. Which is insane compared to how you normally look at him, or act around him. He immediately panics too, especially when you donât lift up and kiss him like usual.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, sitting with you in his driveway after a silent drive over. âThings feel really weird and Iâd rather you just tell me now because I feel like Iâm going crazy.â
âJay told me everything.â You say, voice breaking throughout each word as you try your damndest to keep the tears from falling and making you look more pathetic than you already do.Â
Jake is silent when he hears you say that. Reminding himself of the threats Jay threw at him last week, and wondering why he, himself, didnât try to work things out further with Jay so the truth wouldnât have come out this way.Â
You probably hate him. After all, this whole relationship is based on a lie, but that doesnât mean he lied about his feelings. Because he fucking meant everything.Â
âCan we go inside to talk about it?â Jake asks gently, turning to you in a timid stance, seemingly curling in on himself. He reaches out to you, but you flinch away, not wanting to be touched by anyone. âPlease?âÂ
You try to look at him but the second you do, the tears well up to the point youâd rather just go back home. You feel so tired. Your legs are sore from what Jay did with you, your heart is sore from what Jay told you, and your really, really, just want to sleep it all away.Â
âDid he really pay you?â You ask through your tears, shifting closer and closer to the door just to create distance so you can breathe.Â
âPlease, just come inside.â Jake pleads, face flushed and heart buzzing at the fear of losing you.Â
Angry over the fact that Jay would really stoop so low.Â
âNo.â You dead-pan, staring out the window. âI donât want to go inside with you.â
That really shatters Jake. Entirely, actually, in the way you say it so confidently. He knows you deserve answers though, and youâre probably sick of people toying with you and your little frail heart strings.Â
âOkay.â He says in a sigh, breathing out and pushing himself against the back of his driverâs seat before turning to look at you again. âHe did pay me, but I need you to tell me what he said to you.â
You feel that last bit of hope dissolve with his confirmation. Why does it matter now what Jay said? Itâs probably true, right?
It takes you a few minutes to regain composure, crying hot and salty tears next to a man on the verge of breaking someoneâs arm over this.Â
âHe said he paid you to get me away from Sunghoon. That you lied the whole time, and that you were planning to break up with me soon.â
In that instance, Jake sees red.Â
You can hear him breathe through his nose trying to control how badly he wants to raise his voice, not at you, but at Jay. Jay isnât here though, no. Jay is at home, daydreaming about how he had you once and for all, and the way he set it up for Jake to have no room to wiggle again.Â
You hear Jake call your name, trying to get you to look at him, but you canât. You try to keep your eyes out the window, solely because you refuse to look at him if he canât come up with some type of excuse for you to cling onto.Â
Jake is good at lying though, you remind yourself.Â
âI didnât lie the whole time.â He starts, leaning himself back against the seat of his car and trying to think up a way to explain it that doesnât make him look worse than he already does. âThereâs no way I can explain this without it making me look bad butââ He stops, lifting in his seat and reaching for you, forcing you to look at him. âI only lied to you about wanting to start a band, everything else was real. I stopped taking his money. I tried to tell him the deal is off because I want to be with you, Iââ
You look at him this time, letting the information sit right in the center of your brain.
âHe got mad when I told him I didnât want to break up. He offered to pay me triple to do it, then threatened me when I ignored him.âÂ
Maybe heâs not lying.Â
âIâve known him since childhood, I only took this deal because I thought he was genuinely just trying to get you away from some asshole. But when he didnât even want me to be with you, I realizedââ
âHe fucked me, you know?â You say, shaking your head with a sad laugh. âI let him. I donât know why but, I did.âÂ
Jake freezes, his apologetic tone leaving his body in an instant.
âAre you fucking joking right now?â He asks, clenching his fists before loosening them to grab your face on both sides. âI need you to understand that I lied to you before I knew you. I didnât mean to hurt you, I didnât mean for any of this to happen.â
You stare forward in a numb way, feeling his warm hands caress your cheek like it doesnât look like he wants to murder someone right now.Â
âI donât care if you slept with him. Heâs the one who took advantage of you, not me.â
Only now do you think your tears dry up, choosing to believe Jake, choosing to hate Jay. Both with all of your being.Â
âI need you to promise me not to tell anyone.â You say with a hollow voice. âI need you to make a lot of promises to me after this if you still want me.â
âWha-â Jake is dumbfounded by your words. âIf I still want you?!â He continues, that angry expression now turned at you. âYou think I donât want you now? Because my own best friend decided to become a piece of shit? This isnât your fault.âÂ
You feel lighter at those words, your legs feel less sore, your heart starts beating at a pace that you can hear.Â
âI let him though.â You say, trying to look away but feeling Jake hold your face and keep it from moving. âI believed him over you.â
Jake nods, softening his features in an instant when he lunges forward to kiss you.Â
âLetâs justâ letâs go inside, okay?â
You nod slowly, feeling slightly dissociated about all of this, especially with the way your entire life and moral status shattered within the span of a day and a half.Â
And when Jake walks you inside, he sits with you on the couch with no indication of taking advantage of you. He looks just as hurt and confused as you do despite being Jayâs co-conspirator at one point.
âSunghoon texted me.â You add to the whirlwind of mishaps. âI responded, but then he ghosted me again.â
Jake nods, listening to you before the room falls heavy and silent. The only comfort you feel comes from the warmth of his side pressed against yours.Â
âI really hope you believe me when I say I meant all of what Iâve said to you. If I was really going to break up with you and do what he wanted me to do, I wouldnât have slept with you.âÂ
You pause.
âYou wouldnât have?â
Jake shakes his head, proving to you time and time again that he is nothing but a man who cares about how other people feel. If he were to continue the deal and have no feelings for you by the end of it, you genuinely believe the blow would have hurt less because he would have made sure of it.Â
âAs much as I wanted to sleep with you from day one, I wouldnât have if I wasnât as attached to you as I was, or still am.â
Everything always feels better when Jake is the one talking, explaining, navigating. Itâs like thereâs nothing in the world he canât do. A situation that felt like it couldnât be fixed, suddenly feels mended and unbelievably stupid to you.
Jay is pathetic, and you gave in to the way he spoke to you, you gave him what he wanted, and what did he do? Smile because he got his way? Chuckle at your pain? Get off on it, even? God, youâre so stupid.Â
âI believe you.â You finally breathe out, feeling an immense amount of weight lifting off of you. âWhat should we do, then?âÂ
âPiss him off? What? He doesnât have anything on me after this anyway. He isnât gonna run and tell your mom he slept with you or anything, I know for a fact his dad would beat his ass.âÂ
You chuckle, which feels morbidly uncanny to do right now, but you worried youâd never be able to crack a smile again.Â
âSo, what else then? What else did you lie to me about?â You ask, blinking away lighter tears now.Â
âMy gpa isnât a 2.1.â He looks away, feeling bad that he lied to you at all. âItâs a 4.3.â
Oh. A smart boy.Â
âI donât usually paint my nails or wear ripped clothes, and Iâm kind of a loser. Iâve only slept with like two girls before you.â He continues, looking at you with sparkling eyes. âI think I like this look on me though, so in a way I wasnât even lying about my fashion sense past the first day, if Iâm being honest.â
You smile, reminding yourself of how genuine he felt when you were with him back then.Â
âOnly two girls?â You pin point that quick statement he made. âI definitely wouldnât have guessed.â You laugh sarcastically, sniffling a bit due to the sheer amount of crying youâve been doing.Â
Jake rolls his eyes at you.Â
âIsnât that proof enough to know I wouldnât have done any of this with bad intentions?â
You smile, nodding, feeling like youâre worlds away from the pain you felt this morning.Â
âI canât believe he did that.â You finally let out, leaning closer to Jake and gripping onto his arm as if you need more balance. He lets you, feeling happy but still angry at the man who used to be his most beloved friend.Â
âIâd like to say the same, but unfortunately Iâm not shocked.â Jake shakes his head in pity a Jay, the guy who thinks he has it all. âHeâs always been awful to other people, but never to me until now.â
You nod in agreement.
âI barely noticed him before my mom decided to marry his dad. Itâs going to be hard going back to campus without you. Heâs probably going to sabotage me more or something.âÂ
âNah,â Jake shakes his head languidly. â4.3 GPA remember?â He continues, wrapping both arms around you and hugging. âI could transfer.â
And for some reason, you canât help but feel excited knowing Jay may have had you once, but he will never have you again. You canât wait to see the look on his face with Jake rolls up on campus, tainting any plan to get close to you. Even more? You know Sunghoon will be fuming to know he fucked around and found out.
After all, with your mother so lovey dovey with Jayâs dad, you could always spend the summer with Jake instead. Leaving Jay all alone, where he fucking belongs.
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Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time!
This is a response to this anon request: Hii can i request wind breaker boys : bofurin and shishitoren with a reader that love to flirt and hard to flustered although they tried to do it back? Thank you
Authorâs Note: Thank you, Anon, for being my first Wind Breaker request! I feel like we were on the same wavelength because I was planning on doing a flirt fic/headcanon, but you beat me to it! Unshy and bold is how I like to write my readers, too!
Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Characters. Not smut but highly suggestive in some parts. Use of the word slut in the beginning background piece, a brief examination of the word and scenarios in which itâs weaponized. If youâre not into that, feel free to skip that part. But Iâve seen what some of you all are into and seen some of those reblogsâyou know who you are, so spare me. Youâre also a major flirt. Like, youâre at a 10 on the flirt scale. Go, you! Nothing too explicit, but hereâs what weâre working with: mention of panties in Sakuraâs. Kaji needs to learn to keep items inside of his mouthâŠunless? Suo intends to punish you so pick a god and pray. Hiragi needs you to chill outâŠbut say more, please. Umemiya is too shy to ask you to call him Daddy (please call him Daddy). Togame tells you what youâll be sitting on by the end of the night (also mention of alcohol in his). Nirei is a cute little bean <3. Minors Donât Interact.
As always, I appreciate comments, reblogs, and likes. Requests are as open as my legs are for Haruka Sakuraâs dick.
Word Count: 2.8K
Dividers by Saradika. Story banner by me.
Background: How You Got Here
Youâve always hated the word âslutâ
Itâs not that you wouldnât personally consider yourself one. Depending on your ideologies, reclaiming the word can feel liberating and you find that to be true for yourself.Â
You consider yourself to be naturally flirty, sexy, bold, and charismatic. You can also be a bit of a tease and have slut-like-tendancies in the bedroom, so, sure, a slut. And for the right person or people, if youâre feelinâ nasty, youâre willing to be whatever they want you to be.Â
Youâve just grown to hate the word because slut is often used to mischaracterize a woman that men often canât understand.Â
They canât, or choose not to, understand a woman who is vocal about who she wants and how she wants it.Â
They call women sluts who do the chasing.
They call women sluts who fuck on the first date.Â
They call women sluts who donât fuck on the first date.Â
The word slut has lost all meaning.
Patriarchy issues aside, this wouldnât be a problem if you didnât also have a mouth on you. So when some low-life-loser cat calls you from across the street, asking if you got a man and then calling you a slut because you chose not to answer in front of his five loser friends, you turn around and yell, âSorry, buddy! Experiencing disappointing sexual experiences isnât on my bingo card for tonight!â
âWhat the FUCK did you just say to me?â
And contrary to what some may say, you arenât fucking stupid. You know what happens to women when a man hates them and decides that youâre the object of their rage.
So, you often find yourself running in situations like this. Running until your lungs are about to explode and the only thing keeping you going is adrenaline and the fear that that wordâand your mouthâmight get you snuffed out.Â
Youâre looking over your shoulder as your assailants close the distance, painfully aware that this canât go on for too much longer when you collide with someoneâs chest. Strong hands grip your arms, anchoring you in place.Â
You look up, expecting to see one of the men from the group but youâre instead taken aback by the stranger in front of you. He seems like the kind of boy youâd let call you a slutâ-his close-mouthed smile disarms you, and even though it doesnât reach his eyes, youâre almost certain heâs someone you can trust. You donât have too many options right now, anyway!
His tassel earrings swing as he raises his head from looking down at you, and his eyes follow the sound of running feet emerging from the alley.Â
âOh? You look like you could use some help. Stand over there for me?â He tilts his head when asking you the question, but part of you feels like heâs not really asking, so you nod and watch with bated breath as the young man methodically mows down every one of the men.Â
Afterward, he turns to you, pristine and perfect, âI canât let you walk home alone after that.â
âSure,â you say, taking his outstretched hand. Whatâs your name? I have to know the name of the person who just saved me.â
âOh, I guess thatâs a fair point. My name is Hayato Suo. Itâs nice to meet you despite the circumstances.â
Itâs not long after that event that you fall into the protection of the Bofurin & Shishitoren men; your natural charisma quickly gets you in their good graces and earns you a special spot among their ranks. You give off mascot vibesâif mascots were cute and didnât have gigantic, scary bodies!
Hanging out with them means being yourself without experiencing judgment or retribution. Your laid-back persona and flirting are met with laughs, blushes, and even sometimes flirtation in return. Youâve never felt more at home than with them.Â
Haruka Sakura
Flirting with Haruka Sakura is like flirting with a brick wall; either he notices and chooses to ignore the situation as his face turns a crimson red, or heâll yell at you for being a pervert in public. And both of those reactions are equally cute, so when one day youâre sitting at a booth at Cafe Pothosâ-with Sakura, Suo & Nireiâ-you decide that this is the perfect environment to get him riled up.
You gently knock your shoe against Sakuraâs, which earns you an eyebrow twitch as he continues to shovel food into his mouth. Oblivious as always.Â
You do it again to prove that it wasnât an accidental nudge. Sakuraâs eyes shoot up to yours, frantic because this is something you would do. His eyes are met with your innocent smile and subtle shoulder shrug.
As you all continue eating (excluding Suo, who enjoys a cup of tea), you gradually move your foot up his leg until it rests between his thighs. Sakura is trembling like a leaf, eyes darting between the faces of your friends, who could very well notice that youâre trying to get him to play footsie under the table. What if they notice?Â
The meal concludes; Suo and Nirei exit the restaurant, and you and Sakura linger for a bit. Part of you hopes that heâll call out your behavior, but heâs doing his best eye-avoidant routine. As you rise to leave, Sakura stops you, grabbing you by the hem of your sleeve and pushing you into the last booth at the back of the restaurant, where the line of sight is blocked.
Sakura climbs on top of you, your bodies crammed into the leather booths in a way that feels deliciously intimate. His hands are holding your arms at your sides, and his knee settles in between your thighsâand you are now more than ever painfully aware of how high your skirt has bunched up as his knee is dangerously close to brushing up against the seat of your panties.Â
âY-you canât control yourself in public, can you!?â Sakura practically spits out. Heâd sound angry to anyone else, but thatâs not what you see in his eyes.Â
You look up at him, mesmerized by his vulnerability and the proximity of his well-placed knee. "Do you want me to stop, Haruka?â
He again avoids eye contact with you, but the way he bites his lip gives him away, âNo, I-i didnât say that.â
Akihiko NireiÂ
âHave you added anyone else to that book of yours, Nirei?â
Nirei beams at you. Youâre one of the few people who takes an interest in the compendium of facts and stats heâs collected about the others. He flips through the pages and starts pointing out information heâs added since youâve last spoken.
You nod along, taking a genuine interest in what he says; you barely notice your hand moving up to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. His cheeks tinge pink, and he stutters as he continues to read to you.
After heâs done hyper-fixating, a comfortable silence sits between you.
âWhat do you have about me?â you say, leaning closer to him. Youâre teasing him; you donât exchange blows like the subjects in his journals, so thereâs no practical reason for him to collect information on you. Thatâs what you think until he reaches into his back pocket and brandishes a small notebook with your name on the front.Â
âI-i uh have the basic demographics, but uhâŠstill need the more personal things like your favorite color and food.â
âWhat about my bra size?â
âB-braâŠ.â The pencil in his hand snaps, and he looks everywhere but at you. âI uh⊠s-sure! Iâll take that if youâd like me to!â
You laugh; you genuinely find him endearing. âIâm kidding! We havenât even had our first date yet, Nirei!â
He looks at you, pulling out a new pencil from seemingly nowhere. âWell, once I find out what food you like, Iâll add the anniversary date of our first date here, too.â
Ren Kaji
Flirting with Kaji feels dangerous, but you do you, friend. You, as an individual, and the way compliments flow easily from your lips makes Kaji uncomfortable, and he admittedly doesnât understand why someone as gorgeous as you gives him the time of day. It isnât until you somehow become closer that the absence of your flirting with him sets off blaring alarm bells.Â
Are you ok?Â
Who did this to you? Â
Who does he have to kill?!
As you thumb through the vinyl at your local record store, you feel a bump against your shoulder. You look up and see your favorite platinum blond guard dog; his headphones are settled around his neck, heavy metal pouring from the earphones. His piercing gaze is a clear indication that you might be in trouble. Oops.Â
âYou mad at me or somethinâ?â
You raise an eyebrow at him, âMad? Why do you think that?â
âYou havenât been pestering me lately, and it feelsâŠodd.â
You can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, even with the round sucker placed snugly in his mouth.Â
âOhhhhhh, no, Kaji! I was giving you a break, but if you insist on flirting, how about-â
âShut up,â he pulls the sucker out of his mouth and presses it against your lips, watching as you purse your glossed lips and kiss the candy. Neither of you breaks eye contact; an unspoken threat between you dares the other to yield first. His eyes narrow as you poke your tongue out and stroke the sides with intentional, slow licks.
âTch!â he turns quickly, marching away from you. Despite his back being turned, you can tell by the way his arm raises that heâs now placing that saliva-soaked sucker in his mouth.Â
Hayato SuoÂ
Suo might be one of two people on this list who might be a worthy opponent for you. How do you flirt with someone who is perpetually unbothered? Good question! I see your flirting as back-and-forth quips, playful jabs at one another that get increasingly sexual and oddly specific throughout the day.
If you meet up with the group and one strand of your hair is out of place, Suo chirps, âBedhead, huh? What were YOU doing last night?â
If you see Suo break a sweat after an intense fight, âWow, Suo! You really need to work on your stamina. I can imagine a few ways to help with that.â
Sure, itâs all in good fun, but thereâs a sexual undertone to it all; between the smiles and sarcastic comments, youâre both participating in your special version of foreplay, and you have never been more turned on.Â
Everyone around you thinks you should get a room, and as sunset approaches, you two do exactly that.
âReady to work on that stamina, Suo?â you chide as you push him against the wall in your apartment. You know youâll pay for man-handling him later, but thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?
His earrings sway back and forth from the force, but he gazes down at you with smoldering ruby-toned eyes. Every smart-mouthed remark youâve said that day replays in his head, contributing to his desire to make you atone for your brattiness.
âYes, Y/N and I promise I wonât let you out of bed with your hair a mess like I did this morning.â
Hajime Umemiya
The complexity of Hajime Umemiya should be a case study. Youâve witnessed his laid-back nature as he jokes with friends, and youâve seen the scary side of him that bubbles over when anyone threatens those heâs closest to.Â
Youâre truly attracted to both sides, but when it comes to you and the way you tease him, running manicured nails through his gelled hair and scratching gently at his scalp, heâs putty in your hands.
One of your favorite ways to experience Umemiya is meeting him in his element: his garden. It allows you to bond with him, and he often shares information about his life. Somewhere, Sugishita is biting his fist.Â
âBig brother,â you whine as you plant okra, âam I doing this right?â
Umemiyaâs eyes widen, and he looks at you across the garden. In what feels like seconds, heâs kneeling in front of you, your hands cupped in his own. âY-you canât call me that!â
You blink, confused, âyou tell everyone to call you that.â
âI donât want YOU to call me that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs weird when someone youâŠlikeâŠcalls you big brother. Itâs worse than being called a friend!â
You snort, but when you meet his eyes, you quickly straighten. Oh! Heâs serious!Â
âSo, not into me calling you big brother even during our âprivate moments?â What about âDaddy?â How do you feel about that?â
He laughs loudlyânot because he thinks that was especially hilariousâbut because you just make him nervous.Â
âYou can call me Hajime orâŠâmy boyfriend?â Yeah, let's stick with my boyfriend!â
âNot Daddy?â
âI wonât stop you! Now, how about that okra???â
Toma Hiragi
âYouâre a pain in my ass.â
Hiragiâs simultaneously rubbing a knot out of his neck while chastising you. You found yourself in an all too familiar situation, running errands when a drunken man approached you and began to hurl âthat wordâ in your direction when he didnât find your reaction to his advances to be appropriate: same shit, different day.
As you were looking for an escape route, Hiragi rounded the corner and snatched the man by the collarâit was almost comical to see the drunkard's feet dangle feverishly off the ground. With a scowl and a threat from Hiragi, he was stumbling off.
You sigh, âI donât mean to be a burden, Hiragi. But something on my forehead must read, âfuck with meâ because this is becoming a common occurrence.â
âI didnât mean it like that,â he grumbles, âI just find myself worrying about you too much. Might give you my jacket to keep these creeps at bay.âÂ
Before the last syllable leaves his lips, heâs stuttering and trying to walk the statement back, âI mean uhâŠor any Bofurin jacket! We have boxes of these somewhere! Not mine, per se.â
You smile, placing a hand on his toned bicep. âIâd love to wear my protector's jacket.â
You need not say more. He removes his oversized jacket and places it over your shoulders. The smell of him and the warmth he left behind makes your heart flutter. You give him your best grin, âyou know youâre never getting this back, right?â
âSee? A pain in my ass. With a mouth like that, Iâm goinâ to have to teach you how to fight.âÂ
You lean into his arm, âWith a mouth like this, you might have to teach me more than how to fight.â
âJesus.â
Jo TogameÂ
Jo Togame is the other person on this list whoâll give you a run for your money when trying to flirt. He may seem turtle-adjacent, but his rebuttals to your flirtation attempts are quick.Â
Youâve been shooting Togame smoldering glances for the entirety of the night, and even though Shishitoren men surround him, heâll catch you looking, give you a lopsided grin, and then turn his attention back to the group,
You lick your lips. The draw of his signature sweatpants, black, loose-fitting tee, and Shishitoren jacket is doing something to you.Â
And maybe itâs because youâre on your fifth shot of mystery concoction, and the music theyâre playing at the house party makes you feel bold and think that what youâre about to do is a good idea.Â
With all the courage you can muster, you walk up to Togame. He tilts his head in your direction, but you can see amusement in his jade-colored eyes.
âTook you long enough. Thought you were never gonna get tired of starinâ at me.â
âDance with me!â you yell over the music. You can feel everyone in the group sizing you up and waiting to hear how Togame responds.Â
He puts his beer down and takes your hand. You pull him to the center of the room, where a makeshift dance floor has been constructed. You allow the music to move you before you can talk yourself out of whatever is happening. Togame puts his hand on your waist and allows you to grind against him and to the beat.Â
âYou like the idea of making me nervous, huh?â
You stand on the tips of your toes to get as close to his ear as possible, âYou caught me! Is it working?â
He chuckles and shakes his head, âNo because I know exactly how this night is going to end.â
Your heart picks up a bit as his hands slide down from your waist and rest above your ass.
âHow?â You squeak.
âWith you grinding just like this on my dick.â
You open your mouth to respond, but he presses his lips against yours, his kiss hot and hungry.Â
Your eyes flutter closed, and you agree that this night will likely end how he prophesized.
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Summer of love | B.B
Just before summer break you think you will spend all day in front of the television with lot of ice cream and even more romantic movies to dream about. Little do you know that your ex-boyfriendâs rival will turn your summer into a dream itself.
Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Fem!Reader
Wordcount: 11.106 Words
Warnings: college au, football captain Bucky, ex-boyfriendâs rival!Bucky, break up (not Bucky), fluff, love, bit angst, Bucky being emotional, love confession, more fluff, so much more fluff, did I mention: fluff!
Authors Note: The biggest thank you to @thevillainswhore for the title, for helping to decide pictures and proofreading. Iâm so grateful and I love you!â€ïžâ€ïž
Events: Writing Challenge | College Au; saying âI love youâ for the first time | @elixirfromthestars
Bucky Barnes Bingo | B023 | Y2 | AU: Sports | @buckybarnesbingo | Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G5 | unlikely friendship | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Multifandom Flash Bingo: Compliments | Row One-Three | Iâll take that as a compliment | @multifandom-flash
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Your world broke down when you looked at your phone and saw the message your boyfriend â now ex-boyfriend â sent you. It was just after the last lesson of the day â summer break had started.
You were sure as hell that he was going to fuck every girl that had an interest in him, which were a lot considering he was the captain of one of the collegeâs football teams.. He was handsome and well trained but his character? Well, that was something you would prefer not to talk about.
John was a nice, gentle boy when the two of you were alone. He took care of you and made you feel loved â most of the time at least. But whenever he was around his friends or anywhere the two of you could be seen together, he kept his distance. He didnât bother to hold your hand or kiss you in public. When you had dates outside your dorms, it was mostly in small coffee shops or the next town where no one would see you together.
When you repeatedly asked him if he was ashamed, he would just shake his head and tell you that you overreacted, that he just has to keep his image, he couldnât just date anybody. You tried to tell him that other boys show off their girls too but he still kept your relationship as much a secret as possible.
Even though people heard the rumor that the two of you were dating â some of them having seen you âhe never made it clear that you belong to him. So you often had the bitchy girls who laughed at you, gave you side eyes or commented on your relationship with John. âHow fake it wasâ â and maybe they were right.
However, while John was probably using his whole summer to have fun and fuck around â having the best time ever â you would probably sit in your room and cry until your eyes burned. He hadnât treated you as perfect as you wished for, like men do in your romantic books or movies, but he still ripped your heart out and shattered it into tiny little pieces. So, chocolate and lots of ice cream would become your best friends during your summer break, giving you the comfort you so desperately sought. You were sure you wouldnât find a man who would love you.
Maybe it wasn't even that he broke up with you that hurt you so much, but the way he did it â through a message. He didnât even have enough balls to tell you personally that he was done with you. No, he sent it as a message â two messages in fact, which now that you thought about it, made you want to punch him in his face. Hard.
You figured that was the reason why he hadnât told you face to face. Because he didnât want the backlash of your reaction. You may have been angry, but you would never lay a hand on him â even if he did deserve it. He may have broken your heart but you werenât a monster. But for now, you were still sitting in school, staring at the message to try and find a little hint that it all was a joke. Your eyes were teary and your vision blurry when you re-read the message over and over again. There had to be a hint that it was a joke. He wouldnât break up with you, right?
The feeling that John really meant those words settled heavily into your stomach. You inhaled deeply to try and stop your body from shaking. He couldnât mean it â he just couldnât. The two of you were together for two years already and he threw it away like it meant nothing to him. Or maybe the reason he mentioned in his messages is true and he just wanted to have a summer break.
Your eyes roamed over your phone once again. The screen was blurred by your tears but you could still read it. Over and over again but it didnât change a thing, it only made your thoughts run faster and louder, but nothing else.
John: Hi, Iâll make it short. Things between us became boring and I know you wouldnât allow me to have sex with anyone. Even though there wouldnât be any feelings, I have to break up with you.
John: Itâs neither your nor my fault, we just remind me of old people. Weâre always doing the same things and I need action. So if you give me the summer break, we can date after the summer again.
He was your first real boyfriend but you didn't want to be second best. Thatâs exactly what you would be if you went back to him after summer break. He broke your heart, and he hurt you a lot â but that didnât mean you were a naive, little fucktoy for him to use becuase it was easy to date you. You never complained much and he always had you when he didn't feel well or frustrated.
And John may have been right that things between the two of you became boring, but he never had time for you in the first place. Everything else was more important and when he did have time for you, it was mostly sex or he came over really late. The dates became very rare, and you just wished he would have had more time for you but you didnât want to push him or force him either.
You lowered your phone and inhaled deeply. With one hand you wiped the tears off your face, trying to calm down before you felt ready to go home. They all were right, he played with you, or at least he was ashamed to be with you and you never noticed â or just ignored it.
âWhatcha doinâ here?â A rough voice came from next to you and you immediately tilted your head to look at the young man who took a place next to you on a chair. His brown, long hair was tied to a bun, just a few strands fell into his handsome face and framed it. He smiled softly at you, leaning on the table with his head still turned toward you. âWhoâs causing those tears?â
His smile slowly faded when he noticed your red eyes and the traces of tears over your cheek. Almost instinctively, he brought one of his hands to your cheeks, cupping it softly. His thumb caressed your cheek, removing the tears. The brown haired man was gentle, his ocean blue eyes pierced into yours and when you finally offered him a soft smile, he grinned at you, again.
âSo, who caused this pretty girl to cry at the beginning of summer break,â he asked, his voice rough but so soft. You almost melted into his touch, his warmth sending shivers through your body and you needed a moment to gather your thoughts before you spoke.
âIâ my boyfriend or now ex-boyfriend. He sent me a message that he wants to have the summer for himself and after we could date again,â you answered, smiling softly at the man in front of you. He shook his head, knowing that the smile on your lips was nothing but fake, and as much as he loved to see you smile, he didnât want you to force one onto your lips to play your hurt off. âWhat are you doing here still, James?â
Jamesâ eyes widened when his name slipped past your lips. Before he could stop himself, he grinned even wider at you. âYa know my name, huh, babydoll? I had something to clear up with the coach.â
âOf course, I do. You're one of the most famous boys in college,â you said and he nodded. You werenât wrong. Even students who didnât follow football knew of him too. On the other hand, your ex-boyfriend was James' rival. âYou're the captain of the football team, or the captain of one of them. The other is JohnâŠâ
James nodded again, then he cleared his throat and tilted your head up with his hand that still captured your cheek. âYeahâŠâ he trailed off slightly. âSo, can we get back to ya statement, that he sent ya a message to break up with ya. Ya know thatâs how little school boys do it.â
You chuckled softly, nodding. You definitely knew that it wasnât a nice way to break up with someone you used to love but you couldnât change it. You let your eyes trail over James' handsome face for a moment, taking in every small detail of his pretty face. You had never been this close to him before and he looked even more stunning up close.
âYa droolinâ, babydoll,â James pointed out and used his pointer finger to close your mouth. Your eyes widened and you wiped over your mouth, growling at him when you didn't feel the saliva. âJusâ wanted to warn ya before ya make a fool out of ya'self.â
You nodded, glaring at him for a moment longer before you finally found the courage and the words to tell him what was on your mind since he mentioned that John's behavior was kind of childish. You inhaled deeply, letting your eyes wander back to his beautiful blue ones. Your tongue poked out, wetting your lips and you noticed with a giggle that James eyes immediately darted down to your lips.
âIt's not the only shitty thing he did,â you mumbled. James' eyes widened in curiosity. He didnât want to push you to tell him, but he would have loved to hear what his rival was like when he had such a pretty girl like you by his side. âHe said we became boring, and that's neither mine nor his fault. Maybe he is right, but he never had time, it was mostly about sex, or nights together but otherwise he was always busy.â
You werenât even sure why you told James about that but he was the only one who seemed curious and you just hoped he wouldn't use it against you. If anything, he would probably only use it against John.
James nodded, his eyes narrowed and he looked away for a moment. His hand never left your cheek and it gave you more comfort than you thought it would. But you were glad he sat down next to you and used his time to let you talk about John, offering you the comfort you were seeking so badly. When he looked back at you, his eyes glistened with something you had never seen before but it made you feel warm and safe with him.
âWhat a shame, with such a pretty girl by his side tooâŠâ he mumbled more to himself. âDid he at least introduce ya to his friends and family? The two of ya were together for over two years, right?â
You nodded slightly, definitely surprised by James' knowledge of your and John's relationship. âYes but he didn't introduce me to his family. I know his friends but not really, he always tried to meet up when no one else was around.â
âSoâŠ.â James trailed off, he already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it again â he wanted to hear that John was a dick who couldn't treat his girlfriend like a man but like a school boy. His ocean blue eyes were piercing into yours again, his lips were slightly curled up. âHe didn't show you off â neither to his family, nor to his friends, when possible â not to the world?â
You shook your head. âN-No, not once⊠his friends saw us together maybe once or twice but we never went to their birthdays together. I-I was invited too, but John said I wouldn't like it there so he already told them I wasnât interested in coming to their parties.â
âDickhead,â James mumbled under his breath. His eyes never left yours and he inhaled deeply. âHe's an idiot.â
You shrugged, smiling softly. But as much as you tried to hide the pain, it didnât work with Bucky looking at you so intensely like he could read your soul. His fingers still caressed your cheek, two of them moving to your jaw and wandering along to your chin and back to your ear. âIt's not that much of a big dealâŠâ
James huffed with an amused expression on his face, shaking his head slightly. The few strands that hung in his face moved with his head from side to side. You wanted to wrap them around your fingers and play with his brown strands. âOh, ya don't know how much of a big deal that is when a boy doesn't show off his girl by his side. If ya were mine, I would show you off to everyone â would make sure everyone knows you belong to me. I would even kiss ya in public, so everyone would know that this pretty girl is mine â would show ya off to everyone! Whatever ya ask for, wish for, it would be yours so ya know how much I care about ya.â
âWhat ifââ you thought for a moment before speaking your thoughts out loud. âIf I would ask for the world, or for the stars? You canât give them to me.â You chuckled softly, your heart beat faster when you heard his words. But at the same time you knew that he couldnât give you everything. As much as a person loves someone, no one can give one the world, or the stars right?
âTrust me, babydoll, if you asked me for the world, I would get it for you. You want the stars? Oh, babydoll, you would get even those. A man has to carry his princess in his hands or else he isnât worth her attention and love,â James said, he let his hand travel from your cheek to your chin. He tilted your head up with his hand underneath your chin, getting all of your attention. âHow about that⊠ya put your stuff into ya bag. And then I invite ya to get ice cream with me.â
James pulled your stuff closer and waited patiently for you to put it into your bag. He leaned back in his seat, his ocean blue eyes roaming over your body, mostly over your face. You put your things into your bag, his offer is too good to say no. With one smooth movement you closed the zipper of your bag.
You got off, and swung the bag to carry it over your shoulder but James grasped it with one hand and took it out of your hand. With a smirk he got up as well and walked towards the door of the classroom, waiting for you to follow him.
âWhatcha looking like that? Ya cominâ or want to stay there all day?â He grinned at you. With his free hand, he tucked a strand of his long, brown hair behind his ear. âTold ya, a man has to carry his girl in his hands, now get ya pretty ass over here or Iâm gonna eat all the ice cream by myself.â
Your mouth dropped open at his words, clearly to his amusement. You walked toward him, closing your mouth slowly before you reached for your bag but James turned to the side and trapped it between him and the door. He smirked at you, holding his hand into the direction he wanted you to walk. James' slightly raised eyebrow gave you no room to argue with him.
âYou donât know if my ass is pretty, maybe you donât like it,â you said with a shrug. James waited a moment before he followed you, his eyes roaming down your back to your swinging hips and your ass. He had to hold back a moan as a response to your beauty and the way your hips swayed from one side to the other.
He then walked through the hallway, following you until he walked next to you. âYa have the most beautiful ass Iâve ever seen. But I couldn't have imagined it otherwise, yaâre the prettiest girl.â
It wasnât like he had checked out a lot of girls, almost none since he had a crush on someone. James couldnât look at another girl the same anymore after he fell in love, it felt like he had cheated and he didnât like the feeling, even though the girl didnât even know he was in love with her.
âDo you have a girlfriend, James? I mean, you're a football captain, handsome, nice. You should go to her instead of getting ice cream with your rival's ex-girlfriend,â you asked, curious about the captain's answer. You didnât know much about him, he wasnât a playboy â that was for sure. You had only seen him fielding once with a girl, maybe it was just talking to her.
âNo girlfriend. Have a crush on someone but she doesnât know about it,â he said with a shrug and opened the front door to let you walk outside first. You thanked him, feeling butterflies in your stomach about such a small but meaningful gesture. âYa can call me Bucky. Most of my friends call me Bucky.â
âOkay, then, Bucky, who donât you tell her?â A groan left his plump lips and you giggled softly. That was the topic every guy tried to avoid when he talked to girls. But since it was just you and him, he would maybe tell you more about her. âYou look good but donât talk to girls, thatâs definitely a good thing when it comes to girls.â
Bucky nodded. He knew what girls liked and what they didnât like â mostly because of his friends in the team who had girlfriends. He was not just once in the middle of an argument where he had to assure the girl that the team went out without other girls.
âI know, but ya know. Donât think she even noticed me.â Bucky said, leading you to his car. His big hand had found its way to the small of your back after you had left the building with him. His hand was warm and comforting.
âHow can someone not notice you? Youâre the captain of the football team.â You were almost shocked about his statement. Everyone who wasnât completely new in school knew about the captains of the teams â mostly even knew about the other members of the team. They were all pretty handsome and the typical guy girls read in books when they tried to make their perfect boyfriend in their minds.
âBecause not everyone likes football? Some people ignore us too,â Bucky said. He opened his car, letting you sit before he shut the door and walked around the car, getting into it as well. He had a dark blue Jeep, it was clean and you were surprised that it was really that clean.
Bucky was a college boy, a football college boy. So you thought he would have a messy car, but instead it was even cleaner than yours would probably be.
âYou really love that car?â You earned a nod, followed by a chuckle. Bucky's cheeks heated up and he wanted to hit his head against the steering wheel, he made a fool out of himself with you being so close to him.
âYeah, donât like it messy. Ya, donât look at me like that, I know whatcha wanted to say!â Bucky laughed, starting the car to drive the two of you to his favorite ice shop. âYou will love the ice there, they have more flavors than you can imagine.â
The two of you stayed silent for a moment, both stuck in your minds and thoughts. Your eyes were focused on Bucky while he was focused on the street. Even though he didnât turn his head, he watched you out of the corner of his eye, smirking to himself when he noticed that you stared at him once again.
After a few minutes you cleared your throat, getting him to turn his face for a moment toward you. Bucky offered you a soft smile before his eyes darted back to the street, but he was still letting you know that he listens to you with a hum.
âWhy are you doing this for me? I mean, you donât know me and Iâm just the pathetic ex-girlfriend of your rival,â you asked, smacking yourself mentally for even asking that. But you didnât want him to do that for you because he felt pity.
âI will tell ya at the end of the summer break,â he said, his eyes finding yours once again. He could see the way you were looking at him, that there was more behind the question than just curiosity. âYouâre not a burden and I donât do it because I feel pity for you, so get those thoughts out of your pretty mind immediately, babydoll.â
You chuckled, eyes still remaining on Bucky while he drove the two of you to the ice cream shop he loved so much. Little did you know, it was also your favorite one, only when you arrived did your eyes widen and you stared at Bucky with an excited glisten in your eyes. He grinned at you, getting out of the car to almost run around so he could open the door for you, while you stared at the shop with a huge grin on your face.
âMy lady,â Bucky smirked and offered you his hand to take. He helped you get out of the car, his lips curled even further up when he noticed that you couldnât take your eyes off the ice cream shop. âLike that?â
âIââ you trailed off, letting your eyes wander to meet Bucky's ocean blue ones. You smirked at him, raising an eyebrow before clearing your throat to hide the excitement. Even though you were pretty sure Bucky knew how excited you were already. âI don't just like it⊠I LOVE IT. That's my favorite ice cream shop!â
You had always wanted to go here with John, but he would just shake his head and tell you that the one closer to your apartment was just as good or that this one was too expensive for just ice cream. He wasn't wrong, it wasnât as cheap as other smaller ones. But the others didnât have that amount of different ice creams and they didnât taste as good as they did in your favorite ice cream shop.
Bucky nodded, taking your hand into his and interlacing your fingers. His grip was firm but so comforting that you didnât even think about removing your hand from his. The two of you walked then slowly to the entrance of the little building. It wasnât as full as you thought it would be, even a few tables were free and you already looked around to find the best place before you had even decided which ice cream you wanted.
âYou already know what you want?â Bucky asked and got your attention back. He had already pulled you toward the counter, greeting the woman behind it. The brown haired man didnât offer her the smile he showed you, she only got a small grin which didn't even reach his sparkling eyes. The moment his eyes landed on you, his eyes were even softer and his smile bigger, lighting up the blue in his eyes. âYou can have as many as you want.â
âI know I'm gonna pay for my ice cream myself.â You mumbled and looked at all the different ones to decide which ones you wanted. Bucky grunted, he would definitely pay for the ice cream, he wouldn't have asked you if he let you pay for it yourself. He nodded slowly, glaring at the woman behind the counter, letting her know that he would pay. You looked up at her, smiling softly. âIââ
You stuttered when you tried to decide if you really wanted those flavors or different but then you let her finally know which you wanted. Your eyes wandered to Bucky, who had a mischievous grin on his face and you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against his shoulder and looked up at him.
âYou won't let me pay for my ice cream, right?â He shook his head, looking down at you with the most intense but softest expression you had ever seen on someone's face. You were not sure what there was between you and him but it gave you the comfort you were always looking for â you didnt really know him but it felt like you had known him forever already.
âI asked you out, so I'm gonna pay. No discussion, just get your ice cream and get us a table,â Bucky said and leaned his head against yours for a moment until the woman behind the counter gave you your ice cream and you did as you were told after mumbling a soft âthank youâ into Bucky's shoulder.
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The first few days of summer break you spent in your apartment, wrapped into a blanket and watching a lot of movies while eating even more ice cream. But instead of crying your eyes out, you had company from your â now â best friend. After your ice cream date with Bucky the two of you walked through the park until the sun went down and even then you two had so much more to talk about â so you offered to meet him the next day. And that's exactly what the two of you did, since then you met every day.
Bucky always brought you small presents and gave you a lot of compliments. You could stand in front of him in a dress or in your pajamas with messy hair â he always told you how beautiful and stunning you were. You first didn't believe him, thinking it was just a joke but whenever you looked into his ocean blue eyes, there was nothing but the truth and love visible.
Today he asked you to go out with him again. He had a surprise and who were you to say no to such a sweet and gentle man? Bucky didnât just help you to forget about John, but he also showed you what love and affection really meant. He wasnât afraid to show you off to the world, even though you were not his girl, yet.
âBabydoll, are ya ready?â he asked, peeking through the door of your bedroom with a smirk. Bucky knew that you were at least dressed, otherwise he wouldn't look without permission. When his eyes met yours you blushed softly but shook your head.
Bucky's eyes widened, he then narrowed them and took a step into your bedroom. You looked so perfect in your outfit â just like always, so why werenât you ready? He noticed the slight struggle in your eyes when he let his roam over your body. Without a word he understood what was stopping you from being ready for your date with him.
Bucky walked closer, his arms reaching out and pulling you toward him. He snook his arms around your waist, pressing his broad chest against your back before he turned the two of you around so you were looking at the two of you in the mirror. âYou're beautiful, look at ya. Yaâre the most beautiful and I'm honored that you allow me to take ya out. Don't ya think you look pretty?â
You swallowed thickly. Bucky looked stunning, always so perfectly fine and every girl was staring at him. He could have anyone and the feelings you developed slowly for him didnâtÂ
 help your running thoughts â they only made it worse. Especially because John had never asked you out like that, he never wanted to show you off to anyone. But Bucky acted like you were the only girl in the world â little did you know, in his world you were the only one.
âY-You're so prettyâŠâ You mumbled, causing Bucky to chuckle into your neck. He had his head placed on your shoulder, staring at you in his arms through the mirror with a smile. He wouldnât leave the room, not until heâs sure it was what you wanted too â otherwise he would just carry you into the living room and cuddle with you all night. âYou're so perfect, stunning. Every girl is always staring at you, and you could have them all⊠And I am just me.â
âYa don't understand, do ya? I don't care who is looking at me, they can look all they want,â Bucky said into your neck, trying to hold himself back so he wouldnât confess everything. âDo ya remember the day where we went the first time to the ice cream shop? Ya said it yaâself, that I'm not a playboy. Let them look, they aren't out with me, are they? Plus the thing Iâve planned for the two of us is just ya and me.â
He wanted to say so much more, but he just couldnât. At least not right now, it wasnât that he didnât mean it or is scared, but he wanted to prove it all to you, before he made the next step. Bucky wanted you to see that he meant everything he said and then â then he would do the next step with you.
You nodded softly, letting Bucky lead you out of the bedroom. His arms were still around your waist, his chest pressed against your back while the two of you walked through the floor toward your living room to pick up your phone and his bag.
âDo you trust me, babydoll?â With a soft smirk you turned your head to face Bucky, nodding slightly once again. âThen trust me that you're stunning and you are you but that's the point, that's what makes you special. You make yourself special.â
Buckyâs expression was soft but serious. You didnât have words, knowing that he meant every single word he said without doubt.
âT-thank you,â you mumbled, sending a shiver through Buckyâs body. He adored the way you reacted whenever he made a compliment, so shy and just cute.
He led you to his car, still being such a gentleman and when you first thought it was just to impress you, you were now pretty sure that Bucky was always like that around someone he likes. He didnât promise you too much when he said that a man had to carry his girl in his hands â you may not have been his girl but he did it anyway.
As much as you tried to find out where the two of you were going, he didn't tell you. Bucky was good at changing topics when it came to a surprise and you didn't get the tiniest of information out of him.
Bucky kept his soft smile the whole time while he drove the car through the streets of the town, you were pretty sure you sometimes drove in circles so he could confuse you because everything looked alike. When he stopped the car in a quiet, almost empty parking space.
âSo, ya can either close ya eyes and promise me to keep them close, or Iâm gonna use that pretty scarf to cover ya eyes until weâre there.â He held a soft, fluffy scarf in front of him and you trusted him enough that he wouldnât let you run against something. You knew you would try to sneak, so you had to decide that Bucky should use the scarf to cover your eyes.
âI- maybe⊠I wonât sneak?â You giggled, it didn't sound serious enough for Bucky so he just wrapped the soft fabric around your head and tied it together. You felt his warm breath against your cheek, your breath hitched and you dug your fingers into your thighs, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.
âSo, how many fingers do you see?â Bucky chuckled, leaning back to hold his hands in front of your face. Instead of fingers he made a heart with his hands, smirking at you.
Your chuckle brought him back to reality, his eyes shot from your lips back to your covered eyes and he waited for an answer. âMhmâŠ. Three?â You giggled, not seeing anything because of the scarf in front of your eyes.
âGuess again,â he smirked, letting his hand fall down before he got out of the car. Bucky walked around, opening the door for you to help you out as well. He took care that you didnât hit your head somewhere. âWe are walking a bit but itâs not far, and I promise I wonât let you run into something.â
With that he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you tight against his chest to make sure he had control where to go and that you wouldnât fall or hurt yourself somewhere.
You had never trusted someone before that much that you would have let them cover your eyes and lead you somewhere. But with Bucky it felt different, you knew that â you felt it â that he would never do anything where you could be in danger or hurt yourself. You trusted him with everything, and you used every opportunity to show him just that.
Bucky led you a bit, holding you firmly pressed against him. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress, tickling you softly. âDonât squirm, babydoll.â
âThen donât tickle me,â you giggled, trying to get away from his tickles. Bucky laughed, pulling you even closer but stopped tickling you.
âCanât keep my hands to myself when it causes such sweet noises from you,â he mumbled into your neck. The two of you walked a bit further and when you inhaled deeply you smelt some flowers but also water. You didnât know where you were, but it had to be pretty because Bucky told you that he had never brought people there with him before.
When Bucky stopped he took a step backwards, one of his hands remaining on you, while he untied the scarf around your head. The soft fabric fell down your face and you caught one side of it with your hands, the other was stuck in Buckyâs big hand.
You needed a moment to get used to the sun but when you opened your eyes and looked around your mouth drops open. Bucky had brought a blanket and food there. In front of you was also a small lake surrounded by trees and some floors in front of it. It was the most beautiful place you had ever seen.
âB-BuckyâŠâ you said quietly, turning your head to face Bucky. He grinned at you, his eyes shining beautiful in the light of the sun combined with the way he smiled at you. He was proud of himself for making you happy and impressed with such a small gesture. âThis is⊠itâs amazing. I love it, itâs so beautiful.â
He let go of you to take a step away, taking out his phone. He opeed the camera and turned around, pulling you in front of him, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as he snapped a photo of the two of you. Only when he showed you the photo did you notice why he took a step to the side â it now showed everything, the trees, the flowers, the lake, the blanket with the food and the two of you with a huge smile across your faces.
âYa know, itâs my new background now,â Bucky explained as he made it his new background. Now you were smiling at him every time he turned his phone on. And everyone knew you were his.
You smiled, already decided that you were going to use that or a picture you would take of him or him and you as background as well. It was such a sweet idea and you would love to look at him whenever you looked at your phone.
âNow sit down. I made the cake myself!â Bucky said with a proud smirk on his face as he pointed at the cake. It was your favorite one, you told him about it and you already noticed that it just looked like the description you gave him.
âYouâre the best.â With a giggle you sat down, Bucky did the same, taking a seat next to you and offering you some food and drinks.
The cake was perfect, just like you described it and you wouldnât have know better, you would have guessed he bought it from a baker. You suggested that Bucky could become a baker, he would be rich in no time. But he just chuckled and shook his head.
His eyes roamed over your face before he looked into your eyes once again. He was the first person you didnât mind staring into one anotherâs eyes for hours. âIâm only baking for my best girl.â
Your cheeks heated up and you had to look away. You were still not used to all his compliments and sweet words. And Bucky used every opportunity to make you blush, loving the way you smiled shyly at him before you had to look away for a moment. But then, you couldnât even look away for long, and he adored the effect he had on you, he could spend all day just watching you giggle and blushing. Bucky wouldnât mind listening to you all day either, as long as it was you who was around.
The two of you sat there, talking about everything and nothing. You had never laughed that much with someone like you did with Bucky. He knew all your weaknesses and strengths, the two of you hadnât even talked for over two weeks but he was your best friend already. The only one you knew you could be completely honest and open around, he could read you like a book anyway.
When the sun went down, you were sitting between Bucky's legs, your back pressed against his chest. He drew small circles on your stomach while you watched the sunset. It was the most beautiful yellow followed by red until it was only the clouds that were still painted in a slight pink before it became dark around you.
You shivered lightly in Bucky arms, pressing yourself further against him. With a smirk he removed his hands from you, grasping his bag. âI have a present for ya,â he told you before he placed his bag in front of you. âOpen it.â
Your slightly shaking hands opened the zipper of his backpack and your eyes narrowed when you saw just some fabric inside until you noticed what it was. Your eyes widened when you tilted your head slightly and took it out of the bag. In your hands you held a hoodie, and it wasnât just one. It was Buckyâs football hoodie, where his number and his name were big on the back. You pulled it closer, burying your face in his hoodie and inhaling his scent. Bucky chuckled, he looked at you like a puppy in love â and he was exactly that. âY-You give me your hoodie?â
Bucky leaned his head on your shoulder, nodding. âIf ya want to. Ya can also have another one or just for yet so ya won't freeze. But actually I thought I would love the sight of my name on ya back.â
Sometime at the start of the summer break, the two of you made that unwritten plan to spend all the time together. You never asked him if you could spend some more time, neither did he. He just took you out, making sure you wanted to but slowly he had the feeling you could have moved into his apartment with him. He knew he hugged you all the time, made sure youâre happy and the urge to tell you about his true feelings got bigger with every day.
But as much as he wanted to tell you â he didnât want to do it just yet. He wanted to give you the whole summer break to see that he didnât have the intention to get into bed with you. Bucky wanted you to see that you were worth so much more than what John was willing to give you. Bucky wanted to show you what real love meant, he wanted you to crave him just as much as he craved you.
This night Bucky spent at your apartment, he made pudding for the two of you. The two of you were wrapped in a blanket together and he held you as close as possible. You had the best sleep in years, knowing that Bucky would be still there in the morning when you woke up. And you were right, he had you pulled onto him, your head resting on his chest and you listened to his steady heartbeat. His heartbeat and his scent had such a calming effect on you, and you used every opportunity to be as close to him as possible. His arms, his embrace felt like home.
His morning voice was the hottest you could imagine, it was slightly rougher than his usual and it sent shivers down your spine every time. Bucky almost moved into your apartment with time, he brought most of his stuff like clothes so he could spend all day and all night with you. And even though he allowed you to take his clothes if you wanted, he didn't realise he would have to wash them so often because you stopped wearing yours. So you both wore Bucky clothes â you offered him to wear yours and he once tried a dress of yours.
You took a picture of him, making it your new background. Or it was more a picture of the thick, muscular football captain in a red dress of yours, while you wore the hoodie with his name and number on his back. The two of you stood in front of the table, your chest pressed against Buckys, while he held the phone and took the picture.
As much as you loved to go out with Bucky, you also loved the times when it was just the two of you. Bucky was a perfect cook and baker. So he either cooked for the two of you or you did it together, same went for baking.
The two of you ended up as snowmen one time, it started with you accidentally blowing the flour at Bucky. He then took way too much flour and let it fall down over your head with a huge grin across his face. Little did he know that you would grab the whole bowl and throw it at him. His reaction was to run away and into the wall by accident so he was trapped between the wall and the fridge.
It was a lot to clean, especially because Bucky hugged you and was smearing all the flour he had on his clothes on yours. You were sure you could have baked a whole cake with the amount of flour the two of you used for our little snowman action.
But the most special moment for you was two weeks before school started again. Your best friend has asked you out so often, you made trips together and spent every minute together. But when he asked you to come to Steve's birthday your mouth dropped open and you didnât know how to respond. Of course, you would have loved to but John never wanted to have you around his friends â around his team. And Steve was one of Bucky's football team members, so there would be a lot of other people too. With a lot of assurance from Bucky you agreed and there you were now.
Bucky stood with his big hand on the small of your back next to you, looking down. The two of you were in front of Steve's house and you knew that you could still say no and Bucky would have immediately drove you back home. âI-I⊠Are you sure you want to be seen with me, Bucky?â
His eyes widened and he narrowed them. His hand wandered up to your shoulders to turn you toward him. His other hand settled itself on your chin and made you look directly into his intense blue eyes. âI'm more than sure that I want everyone to see us together. Babydoll, Iâm not ashamed of ya, but if ya don't feel comfortable we can go home and watch movies.â
Home. You could go home. Yours, Buckys. It was more than just your apartment now, it was everything because even Bucky called it home.
âN-No, I think I can do that,â you mumbled nodding with a soft smile. You inhaled deeply, feeling Bucky's big hand take yours and interlacing your fingers with his. He then leaned down and kissed your cheek softly. You felt a shiver run down your spine, you were so in love with him but too shy to tell him â it would maybe ruin your friendship so you just enjoyed him being so close to you.
âIf ya want to go home, ya gonna tell me,â Bucky said, his voice soft but leaving no room for discussion. So you nodded once again. Bucky smirked at you, knocking at the door which swung open almost immediately. The man grinning at the two of you was just as big as Bucky, his hair was way shorter and blond. His eyes were as blue as Buckys and you looked him up and down for a moment.
âThought you wonât like to come in,â Steve said with a chuckle, letting both of you walk into his house. His eyes roamed over his friend, then over you until he noticed your interlaced fingers. Bucky squeezed your hand even more, pulling slightly you closer to him with a raised eyebrow at Steve.
They both have a moment of silent communication. Steve knew what was going on, he knew who you were. Not because you were John's ex-girlfriend. He knew you because of Bucky, who just couldnât stop looking at you. The two men had a lot of talks, where Bucky just needed to tell him about you, that he had to have you and that he was so fucking in love with you.
âHappy Birthday,â you said after a moment, getting both men's attention. Steve smiled at you nodding.
âThank you. Now get inside, the others can't wait to get to know ya girl, Buck,â Steve said and walked in front of the two of you. He knew that Bucky was going to mention that you were not his girl â at least not yet â but you were his best friend. To Steve's surprise the statement never came, and Bucky just grinned down at you, his eyes shining when he led you through the hallway to the living room where the others were.
âYa donât mind him calling ya my girl, do ya?â Bucky asked, knowing that you didnt mind it. None of the two of you had ever said those three words yet, but he knew you felt the same for him. Bucky had seen you shivering and giggling enough whenever someone mentioned that you and Bucky were a couple. But he also noticed the soft, sad flash across your face when someone did, knowing that you were scared to fully give in to your feelings without having any voices in your mind that told you you were not worth it.
You just didnât understand that you were everything for Bucky. You always were, you always would be. But you were sometimes stuck in your mind, thinking about all the girls who looked better than you â all the ones he could have. And then you didnât notice that he didnât m care about a single one of them, for Bucky it was just you. You were his one and you Would always be his one â he would spend his lifetime to make sure you understood that there could be everyone but he only wanted you.
âI don't mind that,â you giggled, following Steve further into the living room. âI actually love it when people notice that I belong to youâ.
Every pair of eyes was on you and Bucky when you walked into the room. Some of them were curious, some of them had an expression on their faces like âknew it, palâ. Through the whole evening and night Bucky introduced you to everyone with a proud smile. His hands were always somewhere on you, either around your waist or holding your hand.
His teammates were really nice, they were interested in you. And you had a lot of fun with them all, no one was mean and even the girls â mostly girlfriends of the other boys â were nice. They never looked at you with judgeful expression but they talked and laughed with you. No jealousy, no hate â just fun and a bunch of new friends.
You never would have thought it would feel amazing to be shown off by a man who owned your heart. But with Bucky it felt just perfect.
After the party you spent a few more nights with Bucky and the others, they became your friends and everyone knew that the two of you really needed to confess your love for one another. Most of the time Bucky was either hugging you from behind or you were sitting on his lap. There was no just you or just Bucky â it was always you and Bucky.
The weekend before college started again Bucky had to go to his apartment again. He called you every night, sleeping with you on the phone or he just watched you half of the night because he still couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Heeas addicted to you, you were like his air â he needed you to live.
So while he had some talks with the team and the coach and also organized all of his school stuff, you did the same. Most of the time you wrote him messages and waited for his response. Until the sunday before school, where you felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest.
John: Hey, I'm sorry I broke up with you. It was a shit decision and I couldnât stop thinking about you all summer break. I love you.
John: I know you love me too. You know there is no one who loves you, they all just play with you. You're pretty but they only want to fuck you, come back to me and let me make it better this time.
Sobs and tears wrecked your body, you couldnât believe him. He hadnât tried to talk to you the whole summer break and suddenly he wanted you back. And maybe he was right, no one else showed any interest in you, only John. But now you had Bucky, who spent all summer break with you, he showed you what it meant to be loved even though he was âjustâ your best friend. Bucky could have asked to have sex with you the whole time but he never did, he just wanted to cuddle, to see you happy, so maybe John was wrong and there was someone who loved you without just wanting to have sex.
Bucky wrote you a few â a lot of messages â and tried to call you but you didnât answer him. Maybe he wanted to tell you that he had enough of you, that he was going to be happier with someone else. You didnât want him to hear your broken voice and you didnât want him to see your tears because of John's messages.
You didnât love him anymore, but the voices in your mind â the ones John could control so perfectly â screamed at you, that he was right. So you just wrapped yourself into a blanket and watched all the movies Bucky loved, making your heart ache even more, especially when his scent came into your nose whenever you moved because of the hoodie you were wearing â his hoodie.
Bucky told you that he would be busy all day with the coach and the team but it didn't stop him from sending one after another message, calling you every hour until he started to speak messages on your voicemail.
Bucky: Hi, babydoll. How are you? Just checking after you before the next meeting starts, would prefer to be cuddled up with you.
Bucky: Are you okay? Do you need anything?
Bucky: I asked the coach to make it short so I can come over but he has a lot more shit for us to do, I'm sorry.
Bucky: Fuck, are you alright?
Bucky: Please, answer me. I come over!
You read the messages but never opened the chat. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you stared at your background and the incoming messages. 10 missed calls: Bucky. You just couldnât bring yourself to answer him, to tell him what was going on and you knew you couldn't find an excuse to tell Bucky.
Around half an hour later Bucky knocked at your door, calling out your name. He called out your name. Bucky always used your pet name, the one he gave you but right now he called you by your name. His voice was broken, Bucky sounded worried but you didnât want to move, your body felt way too heavy.
After a moment you heard the familiar sound of the key in your door. You gave Bucky your keys a while ago so he could come home whenever he wanted. He stormed into your apartment, shrugging off his shoes and jacket before he literally ran to you into the living room. His heart broke at the sight of you laying there, crying and wrapped into his hoodie and a blanket.
âBabydoll!â He said, crouching down next to you. Bucky eyes roamed over your body, trying to find something that could have hurt you but when he didnât notice anything he narrowed his eyes. He brought one of his big hands to your cheeks, wiping away the tears and a few strands out of your face. âLook at me please, what's going on?â
You hadnât even noticed that you closed your eyes until he asked you to look at him. You inhaled deeply, your body shaking as you slowly opened your eyes. His blue eyes pierced into yours immediately, he looked worried. You had never seen him like that, almost broken. More tears fell down your cheeks as you looked at him, noticing the love and care that's mirroring in the eyes you fell in love with.
You shook your head slightly, you didnât want him to hear your broken voice. Bucky got up, wrapping his arms around you to lift you and sit down with you on his lap. Your head fell down against his shoulder and you inhaled his scent, feeling the warmth of him against you. Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you as close as possible.
âYou cameâŠâ you mumbled into his shoulder.
âYou didn't answer,â he replied, leaning his head against yours. You felt a bit of wetness against the side of your forehead, noticing that Bucky was finally relaxing since he had you safe in his arms. You never thought he would cry because he was worried about you, but he did â maybe even relieved that you're fine.
âBut the meetings. He could throw you out of the team,â you said, leaning back slightly. You looked into Bucky's face, seeing the soft smile on his face but also his red eyes. Slight trails of tears slid down his cheeks and you captured his face to wipe them away. Bucky tilted his head slightly, leaning more into your soft touch.
âIt doesn't matter. Nothing matters when it comes to you, babydoll.â You inhaled deeply, leaning your forehead against his. âBut I told him that my girl needs me and that I will win every fucking game this season when you're at the side in my jersey. You will watch the games, right?â
You chuckled softly, nodding. Bucky just came because he was worried, he didn't mind that he could be thrown out of the team â he came because he was worried. And you planned to go to his games anyway, but now it made your heart beat even faster. His girl. His jersey.
âAre you going to tell me what happened? You won't just ignore my messages and calls,â Bucky asked, his voice soft. His breath was warm against your lips and you closed your eyes for a moment.
âJohn wrote meâŠâ you mumbled, feeling Bucky tensing. Without him asking you knew what he wanted to ask âWhat did he say? Did he hurt you?â âHe said⊠he said that he wants me back and that no other guy wants me anyway. Unless it's about sex, so you knowâŠâ
Bucky nodded, leaning back on the couch. He brought some distance between the two of you to look into your eyes. âDo you want to go back to him? Whatever your answer is, IâŠâ Bucky trailed off, closing his eyes to take a shaky breath before he looked at you again. Something in his eyes switched and you squirmed slightly. âWhatever your answer is, I want you to know that you're really loved by me. And I want you for more than just sex. If you want to go back to John I will accept that, but I justâ I want you to know that I love you, forever already and it will never change.â
Bucky's confession caused your jaw to drop open. You thought about a lot that he could say but hearing him confess his feelings for you wasn't one of them. It was the most obvious but you felt so insecure, so scared that it wasn't what you thought.
âIâ You love me but you would let me go back to John?â You asked, you had so many thoughts but that was the first that came past your lips. Bucky nodded, a sad smile flashing over his face.
âI don't say I would like it. But I donât want to be the barrier that stops you from being happy. When you love someone, you're willing to break yourself to see them happy,â Bucky said, another tear rolling down his face. He was scared to say those words, he was scared you would go back to John but he knew he had to accept whatever you thought was best for you. âI'm willing to give everything for you because I love you.â
You smiled softly, the urge to punch him grew about his words. You were never more happy than the weeks of summer break with Bucky. So how could he even think about breaking himself for you? âYou're an idiot.â
âAt least I'm your idiot,â he smiled softly, shurgging. You stared into his eyes, nodding while he brought your hand to his chest, pressing it down just above his heart. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against your hand and you sighed softly.
âI canât give ya the whole world⊠not the one ya think at least. But I can give ya my world â our world. I can make everything shine for ya like I took every star and gave it to ya,â he mumbled, reminding you of what he said before summer break. âBut I can tell ya, I'm so in love with ya. My heart, it's beating for you â only for ya. You're my world, everything for me.
You leaned closer to him, until there is barely an inch between the two of you. You smiled softly, his words and gesture making your heart beat faster and a warmth spreading inside of you. âWhen you're willing to break yourself for me because you think I would ever be happier with someone who isnât you, then I have bad news. There is no one who makes me happier than you. And I'm willing to fix everything that broke when the thought that someone could be better than you crossed your mind.â
âCan I kiss you now, or do you want to tell me you love me in another way than you just did?â He asked, chuckling softly. You didnât say those three words but you didnât have to. You told him that you loved him with so many more words but in the most perfect way he could have ever imagined.
You leaned even closer, allowing him to finally press his soft, plump lips against yours. You could taste both of your tears while he deepened the kiss softly. Bucky pulled you even closer, your hands wrapped around his neck and you played with his bun, making him growl playfully into the kiss.
After a moment you pulled away, panting softly. Both of you had heated cheeks and you leaned your forehead against Bucky's shoulder to hide your growing smirk. âI know that ya smiling,â Bucky said, his accent back and you melted into his embrace, giggling softly. Neither of you had to say anything about the kiss â it was indescribably perfect. âHow long have you been in love with me already?â you asked, turning your head, still resting it against his shoulder. Bucky drew small circles on your back, a low chuckle escaped his lips.
âForeverâŠâ he said. âI'm not sure, but it's like forever. And then before summer break, my heart broke when I saw you there so sad. I could have told you I love you, fucked you and could have helped you to get over John but I wanted to show you what love means before i confess my feelings. I could have told you at the beginning of summer break but I wanted you to know how it feels to be loved and cared for, how to treat the girl you love right. I wanted you to be just as much in love with me as I am with you.â
âThen congratulations, you made me fall in love harder than I thought I could ever fall in love. And I don't love John anymore, long ago I did but I don't, I justâŠâ you trailed off, letting your fingers wander over Bucky's neck, admiring the goosebumps. âHis words, they just hurt.â
Bucky grinned, having already a perfect idea for the next day. âBabydoll, i don't want you to feel that i just use you to make you jealous, because I really fucking love you, butâŠâ
âI love you too, but what?â You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around Bucky's neck. You kissed your way along his jaw, pulling him in another kiss before you listened to his plan.
â â
The next day â the first day of school you were walking next to Bucky from his car toward the building. He held your hand tightly and you felt a lot of people staring at you, maybe it was because of the man next to you, but maybe it could have also been because ofâŠ
âY/N!â John shouted behind you and when you turned around his face was pale. He thought you were wearing the hoodie with Bucky's number and name on your back to make him jealous but when he saw the thick man next to you, holding your hand, his eyes narrowed. âWhy are you wearing his name, why are you holding his hand?â
You didn't plan to have that conversation in front of everyone but you didn't mind it either. Bucky gave you a strength you never thought you had. With a soft smile and a look at Bucky you inhaled deeply before looking at John, smile fading away.
âI wear his name on my back because it belongs there. I hold his hand because heâs my boyfriend. And instead of being ashamed and hiding our relationship like you did, he likes to let everyone know that I belong to him. Bucky doesn't mind, that everyone sees us together.â
âI actually do love to let everyone know that this pretty girl is mine. She is mine and she will be forever. And ya, Walker, can fuck off. Ya didn't know how to treat her right but don't worry, I love her enough to make ya shit up to her,â Bucky growled before he grasped your chin.
It wasnât part of the plan, you knew what he was going to do but you didn't care about the plan to just wear Bucky's hoodie to show John that you were with Bucky now. Bucky turned your head toward him, pressing his lips to yours and you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him even closer.
The people around you clapped and screamed about this news. Who watched Bucky knew that he had the biggest crush on you. Even Bucky's whole football team jumped and shouted like they just won a game. You heard John muttering âbut he is my rival, and so are you nowâ but you couldn't have cared less.
Bucky smirked against your lips. âMine, all mine, babydoll. You belong to me, just like I belong to you, I know.â He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, letting you know that everything he said was true. He loved you with his whole heart, his soul.
You could feel his heart against your chest, feeling it beating the same rhythm yours was beating. His words from the day before where he confessed his love echoed through your mind. And suddenly everything made sense, everything lit up â no fear, no doubt. Bucky loved you â he really loved you. This was different, it was more than you ever had with John, more than you ever felt for the other one. Buckys and your heart beated in the same rhythm, they were connected â you were connected. He had used his whole summer break to prove that he loved you, to let you see how much worth you had, how much you meant to him. And finally, he was able to let his girl know, to show you his real feelings. This man â your man, your Bucky â he belonged to you, just like you belonged to him. You would take care of one another, love one another like nobody else ever did. He showed you the whole summer break that you were his one and now the two of you had the rest of your lives to be just happy with one another. Your journey, your life together had just started â in the most perfect way ever.
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ââ©â§ââ thinking about reader and bakugoâs intense âIâm home!â sex after he gets back from a month long mission. (follow up to this!!)
ă âĄÂ - k.bakugo x fem!reader ă ê° tags & content ê± 18+ MDNI! masturbation, mentions of phone sex, toy usage (vibrator), praise, light dom/sub dynamic, pet names (baby, peach, sweets, good girl, princess - one mention of slut and whore but affectionately!), fingering, minor roleplay (bakugo in his hero gear & reader wears his mask), oral (blowjob), facial, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, nipple play, marking - biting/scratching, a sprinkle of choking, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, aaand fluff! aged up characters to 22. â ËÊÉ â i didnât expect this to be as long as it is, buuuut i had a lot of ideas of what they did when he came home...so there's a lot. what can i say? y'all missed each other! the smut immediately starts under the cut and does not stop until the end! đ”âđ« ïœĄâ§ËÊ cross-posted to ao3 | word count; ~3.7k ÉËâ§ïœĄ -`â§Â katsuki bakugo masterlist
It's been a long month without Katuski being home. You've done everything you can think of to keep yourself busy while he's been away - played games, read books, hung out with friends and worked overtime to make the days fly by. You called each other day and night, talking for as long as his assignments for the day allowed. Thankfully, they gave him his own room as an accommodation and didn't have to worry about sharing with anyone else.
Boy, did that come in handy.
You two are not shy and foreign to phone sex of all kinds, it was something you actually talked him into doing when you're apart longer than a week for work. FaceTime, voice notes, sexting; the full gambit. You had a private collection on your phone with all his voice notes that he'd sent to you over the years. You used it as "material" for when you're alone.
One folder was all for praise - "thatâs my good girl," "go slow sweets, I wanna watch ya take every inch of me," "youâre so cute when youâre begging on your knees, baby," "love watching your soft lips wrap around my cock," "your moans are so fuckinâ pretty, peach," âgod, yâhave no fuckinâ idea how goddamn wild you drive me,â and more snippets of him coaxing you along to get you off.
The second folder? That was your sacred treasure trove. There were only three files, but they were some of the hottest things Katuski's ever graced you with. They were 10 minute audio clips of him jerking off to the thought of you, vocalizing every detail. Thank god for advanced technology because it allowed you to hear every mumbled âfuckâ under his breath, hushed grunts and audible shudders.
You didnât have any other plans for the day - listening to your boyfriendâs sexy voice while you test out a new vibrator sounded like the perfect solution!
Stripping out of your clothes, you grab a t-shirt from his dresser and throw it over your naked body. It loosely drapes over the top of your thighs, barely hiding the fact youâre not wearing any panties. You grab the vibrator from your nightstand and lay in bed, phone nestled into the pillow next to your head. You decide to choose one of the three files at random. Before you even hit play, your face is flushed and heart is threatening to burst through your ribcage. It doesnât take long for you to succumb to the gratification, getting lost in his husky moans and the hum of the vibrator.
Youâre too busy to notice that the apartmentâs front door has opened, along with the commotion of Katsuki dropping his bags in the doorway. He doesnât say anything as heâs taking off his boots, assuming you could be taking a nap or had headphones on if you didnât come skipping down the hallway. He didn't tell you he was coming home two days early and wanted to surprise you!
What a surprise it was for him to hear subtle mewls coming from your joint bedroom, immediately catching his attention. He was still in his hero gear, minus his gloves and gauntlets, with his mask settled into his hairline like a headband. As quiet as possible, he tip toes down the hall and peeks around the doorframe. He could hear faint audio playing and a buzzing noise, but couldnât make out what it was until he got to the doorway.
When he peeked through the crack in the door, his dick throbbed violently as it tented his cargo pants. The sight of you sprawled out on the bed, viciously fucking your new vibrator in nothing but his t-shirt was hot as hell. And you were listening to...his voice notes? He was entranced by your delicious moans and how your legs twitched when the vibrator hit your swollen clit. Part of him jokingly thought you didnât even need him right now, since you technically did have a version of him, but his selfishness took over instead.
Willpower be damned, he needed you. Now. It took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there.
Katsuki retreats to the living room and sits on the couch, desperately fighting the urge to start playing with himself to the sound of you doing the same. Instead, he pulls out his phone and clicks on your name to call you. He could hear your phoneâs audio shift from his own voice to your ringtone, a startled yelp escaping you.
âH-hey babe,â You answer, panting quietly. âWhatâs up?â
He almost bursts out into laughter, but keeps it together enough for his little charade.
âEverythin' alright? Ya sound outta breath,â Katsuki teases, but decides to get to the point. âEh, fuck it. Come into the living room.â
He hangs up and hears your feet padding against the wooden floor instantaneously. Within seconds, you slide into view, overjoyed that heâs home.
âKats!â You squeal, scrambling over to the couch and jumping into his lap. Youâre peppering his lips, neck, cheeks and forehead with rapid fire kisses, giggling as he tries to still your movements to pull you into a warm hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck lovingly, returning your kisses tenfold.
Your excitement briefly makes you forget that you were just in the middle of pleasuring yourself before rushing to greet him. The realization catches up to you when you fully sit on his lap, his erection teasing your exposed slit. A heat pools in your gut at the thought of him catching you in the act - he heard you.
âSorry for interrupting,â Katsuki says, hands gliding up your bare thighs and grabbing a handful of your ass, grinding your center against his own. The secondary contact causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You donât respond verbally but lift yourself away from his lap, creating enough space between you two.
âWhat're ya-,â heâs cut off by you taking his right hand off of your ass and tucking his fingers against your soaked entrance. You take two digits and lower yourself onto them, coating his fingers in all your built up slick.
âI missed you,â you whine as he flexes inside you instinctually, petting your walls with his coarse finger pads. You start to move on your own, gripping his shoulders and riding his fingers to finish the job you started in the bedroom.
Katsuki is speechless, not even a witty remark coming to mind to tease you. His face burns hot when the sounds of your juices sloshing around his fingers fill the room, a heat creeping up the back of his neck. Since you previously wound yourself up, it doesnât take long until youâre ready to explode. Your eyes are threatening to roll back into your head as you swirl your hips on his fingers. His entire being is pulsing with need as he begins to drills his fingers into you, knuckle deep, and drinks in all your breathy moans. The string in your belly is pulled taut - tighter than its been in the last month, snapping with an intensity that leaves your thighs quivering within seconds.
You come all over his fingers, down his hand and stain the crotch of his cargo pants.
âHah, good thing theyâre getting washed,â you joke breathlessly as you go to kiss Katsuki but stops you - he shocks you with something heâs never done before.
He retracts his fingers from your drenched cunt and swiftly smears it all over your lips before capturing them with his own, sharing your tangy release in ecstasy. He licks your bottom lip before sitting back, breaking the kiss and settling the two fingers back to your mouth. Your lips part ever so slightly at the pressure.
âDonât ya think you taste divine?â He smirks as he watches you open your mouth invitingly, lazily sucking his fingers covered with your spend. You don't break eye contact with him the entire time, heavily panting like a dog in heat as your tongue leisurely trails the length of each finger. A thin string of saliva sticks to the corner of your mouth as you pull away from his fingers with a soft pop of your lips.
You reach for his mask in his hairline, pushing it back to fall into your grasp. Untying the small knot, you bring it to your own face and secure it around your eyes - just like he wears on patrol. Katsuki's giving you a curious look as you slide off his lap and kneel to the floor.
Oh fuck-
Putting your hands to his hips, you drag your fingers to the hem of his pants - he's scrambling to undo his belt while you yank everything to his ankles. His cock springs forward, bouncing off his clothed abs as itâs freed from the confines of his boxers. You can tell heâs aching for you to touch him, tip leaking pre-spend and blazing hot to the touch. With no hesitation, you edge his entire length into your mouth, tongue sliding delicately along the underside of his shaft and consuming every drop of him.
âF-fuck peach, should'a let you wear my mask ages ago,â Katsuki stutters, thighs trembling at the sight your lips enclosed around him. ââm not gonnaâŠlast long watchinâ ya like this.â
You start to slither your tongue around his length, subtly hollowing your cheeks and barely moving an inch. His tip hits the back of your throat as he grabs your hair, shoving you all the way to the base and meeting his soft blonde wisps with your nose. He's unable to control himself - your mouth just feels too good around his cock right now. Katsukiâs only known his own fist for the last month, youâre making him feel like a blushing virgin all over again with how fast heâs accelerating toward his orgasm. Youâve hardly touched - well, blown - him and he's ready to combust.
His grunts have morphed into higher pitched moans as heâs bucking his hips off the couch into your mouth in tandem with your own movements, ferociously chasing the building heat in his gut.
âS-shit, fuck fuck fuck!â he yells while ripping your lips off of him by your hair, endless hot ropes of cum painting your pretty face. His mask, your cheeks, lips, and chin are dripping with white, each droplet slowly making it's way to your jawline. The sight is enough to almost make him come a second time, needing to throw his head back on the couch to avoid eye contact momentarily and pull himself together.
You hum with satisfaction and rise from your knees, straddling him on the couch once more. In the heat of the moment, you grab him by the jaw and plant a messy kiss on his lips, smearing his paintjob in the process. In the lusty haze, he doesn't give a shit that you mimicked his actions. Honestly? He kinda liked his own flavor - it complimented your own, dancing together on his tongue.
âDonât you think you taste divine?â you purr, repeating his sentiment and licking some of the smeared cum off his cheek. You untie the mask and let it drop from your face, realizing that you may have just ruined his professional hero gear. âThisâŠis washable, right?â
Katsuki laughs. âYeah, donât worry âbout it. 's gotta be with how dirty hero work gets.â
The two of you get up from the couch and walk to the bathroom to clean up. Once heâs done soaking a wash cloth with warm water, youâre taking his place and bending over the counter to rinse the remnants of his facial from your skin.
Lucky for him, youâre still not wearing any panties. And bent over like that? Your ass and pussy are on full display, still glistening from your previous orgasm.
Katsuki crouches to the ground, kneeling behind you and bites your bare ass with a huff. The sensation makes you jump, water splashing all over the counter and collar of your shirt.
âKatsuki!â You yelp, shutting off the water and blindly reaching for a towel nearby. âYouâre insatiable.â
âLike youâre complaining.â
His tongue then traces from the inside of your thigh and stops just shy of your center, a shudder of anticipation wracking your body.
âYouâre playing with fire, Kat,â you warn, spinning around and lifting your leg, placing a foot on his shoulder to teasingly show off your messy core. His eyes dart up to meet yours, a salacious grin settling on across his lips.
âThen fuckinâ light me up, princess.â
Something in you snaps - an unexplainable strong hunger captivating your mind. You wanted him to absolutely obliterate you in any and every way possible.
Everything happens in a flash - remaining clothes are strewn across the floor, bodies pressed against the plush of the sheets when you fall against the bed, tangled and relishing in the bare skin contact. The sensation kindles the fire in your veins, begging for more of him - all of him.
"K-Katsuki," you whimper onto his lips, breathless between frenzied kisses. "I want - no, need - you to fuck me like you hate my guts."
Your lascivious request has Katsuki's head swimming in a lewd sea of thoughts, gritting his teeth to hold back the ravenous desire. He canât help but fist himself in response before leering over you.
âOh, is that how you wanna play this game, baby?â He growls into the shell of your ear, squishing you further into the mattress. "Want me to use you like a fuckin' toy, eh? Poundin' away at your tight-ass cunt 'til ya can't take it?"
You're too enraptured by the promise swirling in your head to form any logical thoughts as his hands travel to your breast between your bodies, palms blistering hot to the touch as he tweaks your nipple. "When ya can't walk tomorrow, jus' remember y'asked me for this."
The incoherent whine that escapes you is involuntary, a raw reaction to his words. You hear a pleased hum rise from Katsuki's throat as he towers over you once more. He places a few tender kisses to your neck before he fiendishly groans, "I'm gonna fuckin' wreck you."
Not a second passes before his canines are puncturing your delicate skin, threatening to draw blood with how deep he's sinking into the bite on your jugular. Katsuki releases only to keep biting anywhere he could latch on to as he roamed your body - your neck, breasts, collarbone, shoulder, nipples, hips, thighs - eager to mark every inch of you, claim you as his. It makes you squirm and your pussy ache with need, lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through you with each snap of his teeth. Usually when he bit you, heâd soothe the area with a few kisses - but now? He was a rabid fucking animal, carnality overwhelming his ability to think straight.
You're able to get a quick look at his ruddy cock when Katsuki leans back, repositioning himself while gripping your hips. Youâre salivating at the sight - thick, swollen and pulsing, spend dripping down his length and coating the skin with a sheen of arousal. Heâs heavily tracing circles into your hip bones, his firm clutch on your waist keeping you in place. Heâs tugging your center toward his own, teasingly slipping the head of his cock between your creamy folds. Youâre about to plunge down onto him when he pulls back, a wicked grimace crossing his lips. A dissatisfied squeak spills from your lips, pouting up at him with metaphorical hearts in your eyes.
âYâwant this?â Katsuki snarls, bouncing his dick against your mound, the contact causing you to inhale sharply. âBeg like the needy slut you are.â
Words are failing you as you attempt to fulfill his demand, the only sounds falling from your puffed lips a succession of jumbled moans.
âCat got your tongue, princess?â He snorts at his own pun under his breath as he trails his palm up your body, resting under your jaw and fixating on the seductive gleam in you pupils.
âI know how to find those pretty words âa yours.â
Katsuki applies firm pressure to your throat under his finger tips, tilting your head upward to face him. Your hips buck up in response, begging for him to spread you open.
He clicks his tongue at your shameless plea. "C'mon baby, tell me what ya want."
His fingers flex over your throat, playfully interchanging how much pressure he's using over the pulse in your jugular. His gaze travels down your newly bitten and bruised body, pleased with how they adorn your features.
With every ounce of concentration, you blurt out everything lingering in your heat-riddled mind. "Break the fucking bed, rip my soul from my body, leave me choking on every word, ravage me until there's nothing left...please, Katsuki!"
You barely finished screaming his name before Katsuki releases the hold on your throat, roughly returning his grips to your hips and ramming his cock straight into your sweltering sex, the burning sensation rolling your eyes back into your head.
"Good fuckin' girl, baby."
He's hypnotized by the way your tits bounce as he fucks in and out of you at a feral pace, sweat glistening over both your bodies. The room's temperature heightens, the humidity only adding to the wild desire you're sharing.
Suddenly, he pulls out of you, leaving you confused and yearning. You don't have time to ask questions as he's rolling - shoving - you onto your stomach, arching your hips into place before resuming his unmerciful thrusts, growling and grunting from behind you. The new position has you crying out, intoxicated by the way his cock is hitting every hotspot along your walls and g-spot repetitively. You're unable to contain the sounds spilling from your parted lips as they harmonize with Katsuki's moans. He bends down to snatch your hair by the roots, forcing your head off the pillow as his other hand reaches around your waist, finger pressing harshly against your puffy clit. The wail that bubbles from your throat is sinful, overwhelmed as the coil in your core is wound tighter, tighter, and tighter.
"I fuckin' love when you moan like a whore, baby," Katsuki barks out between baited breath. "Ya keep screamin' like that, 'm gonna end up stuffin' your pretty pussy full 'a cum."
You flutter around his dick in response, stroking his length with every snap of his hips. "Hah, seems like that's what your beggin' for, isn't it?"
He screws his eyes shut, jaw clenched as he's inching closer to the edge. Your clenched walls coax his release to come rocketing out of nowhere, a guttural moan spilling out of him as he pumps you full of spend. The warmth is inviting - comforting, leaving you floating on cloud nine. Katsuki lets your locks drop from his grasp and removes his hand from your clit, folding over your back with exhaustion.
Imagine his shock when you push back against him, causing him to slide out of you with a schlep and fall back against the bed. You reverse your position to face him, taking hold of his shoulders to pull him into a sitting position and shove his back against the wall.
"Wha-"
You straddle his lap, springing his still-hard cock back inside of you and begin riding him mercilessly.
"One more," you whisper, voice low and demanding. "I know you can do it, my good fucking boy can give me one more."
Your nails are digging into his chest, red scratches left in their wake as you grind your soaked center against his shaft. Katsuki's stuttering, unable to find words as the overstimulation mixed with praise short circuits his brain.
"Ba-mmph-baby, wa-ahh-wait, fuck!"
Numerous beads of sweat roll from his hairline and drip down his cheeks, slack jawed from delirium. A second wave of release is rapidly rising in his abdomen, high pitched whimpers falling from his open mouth.
"Ah-almost!" you shout, fingers tracing his hardened nipples and pinching them roughly. He jolts, a final whine escaping him as the aforementioned wave crashes down, a second round of seed spurting out inside of you. Your own slick rushes to meet his spend, mixing together as it leaks from between your legs and into his lap.
"Holy fuck," Katsuki wheezes, barely able to speak. "Wh-where the fuck did you learn that?!"
Your legs are trembling uncontrollably as you lift yourself off of his dick, falling sideways onto the bed.
"I...just thought to try it," you sigh, "Never thought I'd get you to whine like that. Fuck, Kat. That was ungodly hot."
His face is burning red and heat traveling down his neck, somewhat embarrassed at his reaction of losing himself in the moment.
"Oh no, you don't get to be embarrassed! With half the shit you do to me?!" you tease, kicking his thigh jokingly with your foot. He grumbles, scrunching his brows together and crossing his arms.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you."
"Good, ya better. Now move your ass over and make room for me."
Katsuki flops next to you, too exhausted to get up from the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and one under your head, cradling you close as your cheek meets his chest. You can hear his heartbeat thumping away as you close your eyes to the rhythm. He kisses your forehead before laying his head back against the mountain of pillows.
"Guess I should go away on missions more often if that's what I get 'ta come home to, shit. Feels like I just ran a fuckin' marathon."
You can't help but giggle, fighting off the itch to drift into slumber a little longer.
"I'm sneaking into your hotel room next time. No way am I waiting that long again!"
The two of you snuggle close, despite the ungodly amount of sweat coating your bodies and mugginess in the air, too enamored with one another to care.
"I love you so much, sweets. Don't forget that." Katsuki's voice is quiet, the words tightening in his throat as he speaks them aloud.
"I love you too, Katsuki. Forever and always."
He's satisfied with your answer as he closes his eyes, letting the wave of fatigue settle in his bones and lull him to sleep.
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"They think Iâm the least dangerous person in this car, do they? Well, theyâre about to learn very differently."
Decided to redraw a moment from On the Getaway Mile by Odaigahara on AO3/ @droidofmay !
This may have taken a ridiculous amount of hours condensed into a few days and I went through it drawing cars and car interiors, but this was an absolute blast to do :D I hope I've done the fic sort of justice.
Process shots and long comparison rambles under the cut!
Welcome to my secret lair!!
I spent roughly... 18 hours working on this, the majority during this week and over the past three days, so I need to share my toils with people <3
Character/car references and page thumbnails! Featuring an incorrect scene placement and bad camera position. I reread the scene and placed it properly in the actual page. I hate drawing cars!! I was actually the most worried about panel placement when I started thisâ I was a guy who only did non narrative/illustrative panel pages and layout-less comics, but it wasn't that bad with a script! I could separate beats into panels, note which panels should be emphasised/larger, and assembled that into a page.
If you compare the fic with this comic, you can see how much dialogue I edited and moments I cut out. I couldn't fit it all on without having to draw even more pages, I wish I could though! Poor Mumbo only gets one line here. I'm so sorry my darling man <3 I also gave him a slight cyborg design because his implants are really important for his character and I needed some way to visually show that, even if it's not canon/mentioned.
The colouring method for this was really fun! It's similar to my aggie rainbow painting method but with less steps, hence narrow value range. It looks pretty and gets the vibe across well though.
Rapid fire points!
I was planning to do 3 different fic comics! Not anymore!!!
This is absolutely for the hotguy comic zine applications. <3 "Can I try rizzing you up // PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" /ref
I drew page 2 first, then 3, then 1. I think you can tell!
Mumbo is sitting on the wrong side and should have his seatbelt on. He's also not carrying the stolen laptop as described.
It's explicitly noted that Mumbo cannot scan Grian like he can with Scar. Whoops!
Transmissions from the Foundation are via Mumbo and Scar's implants, but I couldn't think of a good way to portray that.
Despite guns and weapons being mentioned, I somehow didn't get the opportunity to draw a single one.
I love hand lettering. I also hate it! I will continue to do it.
Here are the no colour pages as a thank you for scrolling <3
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