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So when I first showed my friend Nero, she immediately said, âHe looks like he only eats his sandwiches if theyâre cut into trianglesâ and idk I just thought that wisdom should be shared
#she knows nothing abt dmc btw I was just sharing the brainrot#she also said he looks like a frat bro#she was going solely based on appearance and first impressions#dmc nero#dmc#devil may cry#nero devil may cry#nero#nero sparda#devil may cry meme#devil may shitpost
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#âlemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of themâ .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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You're much better company, tough girl
fratboy!matt has met his match with smartand'mean'!reader, and he can't get enough of her
vibe check: SMUT, mattthemunch, unprotected cuddle time (I'd tell you to wrap it but i'm not your mother) bigdick!matt, choking, spitting, praise, reader strumming the bean, pet names (angel, tough girl), all that good stuff.
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A/N: This concept was born from and is my take on the wonderful, amazing and ridiculously talented @sturnioz fratboy!matt au, and its also my first fic so, be kind.
love and cigs, merc
The autumn air was cold, and the fishnets on your legs werenât doing you any favours. youâd snuck out the party to escape the weirdo guy that was basically stalking you since you had arrived. You'd hoped to find your friend, but she was somewhere tangled up with one of the resident frat boys, her shy demeanour acting like catnip to the renowned player Chris Sturniolo. You found yourself outside the front of the house, genuinely considering leaving, but knowing your friend would need company once Chris inevitably got bored of her. From around the corner, you heard a lighter flick and the deep inhale that normally follows, turning and walking down to the side of the house, you saw a shadowy figure being periodically illuminated by the butt of his cigarette.Â
"What're you doinâ out here?" you questioned, walking over to Matt who was leant against the side of the house, trying to escape the "new age, shit rap music" Chris put on.
Matt held up the cig in his fingers and gave you a short smile, before placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a long drag, his jawline becoming even more prominent as his cheeks hollowed slightly.Â
"Thought you didn't smoke?" you said, arms folded over your chest as the cold air bit at your nearly bare legs.Â
"I don't smoke weed, but, I do love my cigs" He held the open box out to you and you pulled one out, placing it between your lips gently. He brandished his silver lighter in front of your face and lit the cigarette, absentmindedly staring at the way the flame illuminated your features.Â
"Chris is the stoner, kid fuckin' loves it" He said as he flicked the lighter closed and placed it back in his pocket.Â
"Cigarettes still contain drugs, y'know that right?" You smirked, taking a drag and letting the smoke come out with every word.Â
"Yes, smart-ass I know that" He quipped back, "everyone needs a vice, you know?"Â
You giggled slightly as his philosophy, "a vice? you need something to help you escape the plaguing reality of being a frat bro?â, smiling as you placed the cig between your teeth and took another drag.
âUgh, don't call me that" he responded, spitting the foul taste out of his mouth onto the floor, "besides..." He paused to take a drag, "If I was a frat bro, which I'm not, I could have a plaguing sense of reality, frat boys have feelings too you know, kid" he smiled, his perfect teeth almost reflecting the light from the street lamps.Â
âoh, do tell, what plagues the infamous Matthew Sturniolo" you grinned at him, rolling your eyes in faux sympathy.
"Infamous? ouch.â He held his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended.Â
Pausing for a moment, he looked at you and then to the floor, shuffling where he leant slightly and shrugging his shoulders, "I dunno, l've always got somthin' going on up there" He gestured to his temple with the cig in his fingers.
âBut, 'nough about me, what're you doin' out here?" he asked, desperately trying to change the topic from himself, pointing his cigarette at you in an accusatory
"Came lookinâ for you" you said, blowing the smoke from your pursed lips.Â
His eyebrows raised at your confession, "Me?" He questioned.Â
"mhm" You nodded, taking another drag.Â
âWhy?â his brows furrowed as smoke bellowed out his open mouth.Â
âI didnât actually, jus' thought youâd like the flatteryâ You chuckled, ashing your cigarette.
âwow, okay, how tough are you?â He smirked, standing up from his leant position and throwing his cigarette to the floor, just before stamping it out.Â
âMe? tough? never.â You said sarcastically, placing your cigarette back in your mouth.Â
Matt came forward slightly and pulled the tiny stick from your lips, placing it between his own and taking a drag whilst maintaining a firm stare. You watched him intently, your big eyes burning holes into his as he placed the cigarette back into your mouth.Â
âYou didnât answer my question, kidâ he said, his tone faltering as he blew the smoke from his mouth.
a long huff left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, âI needed to escape this guy, he was fuckinâ relentless and I was not into itâ.Â
Matt paused for a moment, still baring down into you, âyeah?â half of his teeth coming onto display as a smirk encapsulated his face, âwhat are you into?â he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly so he was even closer to you, his breath nearly touching the cold apples of your cheeks.Â
As he was speaking you took a long drag, and in response to his clear attempt to rile you up, you blew the smoke into his face with pursed lips and a smile. Matt blinked slowly with raised brows at your bravery, letting the wind carry the smoke from his face.Â
âWhat do you think iâm into, Matthew?â you asked, matching his earlier cadence.Â
âI think, you act all tough, but really, you want someone to tell you to sit down, shut up, and to take it like the pretty, pretty girl you areâ he said, so non-challant youâd think he was explaining that the sky is blue.Â
Your breath hitched in your chest, and your eyes fluttered slightly, not quite fully closing.Â
A cheshire cat smile formed on Matts face, he knew exactly what type of girl you were from the moment he laid eyes on you on the first day of the semester.Â
âYou think Iâm pretty?â you asked in a condescending tone, pulling your confidence back, trying to ignore the growing sensation in your stomach.Â
Matt simply nodded in response, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trail down past your neck and over your bare arms. At some point during your back and forth, Matt had edged his face impossibly close to yours, he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your head up to face him,Â
âI think youâre beautiful, tough girlâ he whispered, almost into your mouth as it parted with his words.Â
With that, you threw your cigarette to the floor and thrust your lips into his, the force pushing him backwards to into the wall he was leant on only moments ago. His hands found your waist, pulling you in tight against him as yours pulled and tugged at the loose brown curls on the back of his head. The kiss was feverish, animalistic and messy, you were positioned snug between his legs as one of his hands found its way to the covered flesh of your ass, he squeezed it with a low growl and slapped it quickly after, rubbing the sting away with a soft hand. The sensation caused you to whimper into his mouth, jolting against him as his hand smacked your ass. He chuckled into the kiss, his hands roaming all the way up your back and into your hair. He pulled you off him with a firm hand wrapped around the back of your neck.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to hear you make noises like thatâ he dipped his head down, capturing your neck in his teeth and soothing the sting with a flat, warm tongue.Â
âMattâ you whispered, your head hanging on your shoulders, resting in Matts large palm. âWhatâs up, angel?â he murmured from the curve where your neck and shoulders meet.
âIâm notâshitâ Iâm not gonna fuck you round the side of your houseâ You manage to get out, slightly distracted by the sensation of Matt nipping at sucking at your neck.Â
âLetâs go inside thenâ You even mentioning fucking him was enough permission to take your hand and drag you inside.Â
The music boomed against your skull as he pulled you through the party with your hand in his, both of you ignoring everyone that tried to spark up some kind of drunken conversation. He led you up the large staircase in the centre of the main room, his focus on your destination only faltering to glance at Chris who, had your best friend tucked under his arm on the sofa, the pair exchanged a knowing look and Chris shot Matt a wink, quickly returning his attentions to the shy girl perched next to him. As you and Matt reached the top of the staircase, he turned, pulling you into him for the second time that night for a desperate kiss. This time, he leant down, taking the backs of your thighs in his hands with a tap that you knew meant âjumpâ. You obliged and within moments, you were being thrust into his dimly lit bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot, never breaking the kiss, and walked the two of you over to his bed, placing you down somewhat gently onto the brown satin sheets.Â
âYouâre so pretty, yâknow that?â he said breathlessly, breaking the kiss to tear off his red sweatshirt.Â
âI think you mentioned it once or twiceâ You replied, desperately clawing at the back of his neck to pull him back into you, your legs loose around his waist.Â
âSuch a smart-assâ he groaned, his hand suddenly gripping your throat as he pushed you back down onto his sheets, squeezing the sides of your neck.Â
You moaned at the sensation, brows furrowing as your hips involuntarily bucked upwards. Matt chucked at your responsiveness, his hand trailing down your chest to toy with the hem of your top.Â
âCan I take this off?â He asked, softly.Â
âmhmâ you nodded, desperately.Â
âWords, angel, I need wordsâ he halted his movements, his voice stern.Â
âYes, Matt, take it off, pleaseâ The pleading in your tone evident, despite your attempt to be moody.Â
âBegging already? I knew Iâd like youâ with that he pulled your top over your head and left you exposed in your lacy black bra, your hard nipples perking through the sheer fabric.Â
âFuckâ Matt uttered under his breath, his large hands roaming around your nearly bare torso.Â
He couldnât help himself, he leant down, pulling the thin fabric from your tit and wrapped his mouth around your hardened nipple, grinding down onto your core as he did, chasing the friction. Your head rolled back at the feeling, and as if on instinct, your hips rolled against his. Matt trailed his kisses down your stomach, each one igniting a hot fire all over your skin. He hooked his fingers round the hem of your skirt, still trailing hot, wet kisses down your heaving torso. He looked up at you, being met with your pleading eyes staring down at him.
âCan I?â he tugged slightly at your skirt.Â
âyes, pleaseâ you nodded frantically, lifting your hips up to aid him in removing the fabric that separated his mouth from your aching cunt.Â
âSuch a fast learner, such a good girlâ he smiled as he pulled your skirt down over your knees, leaving you in nothing but your bra, fishnets and thin black panties.Â
âJesus christâ he said as he perched on his knees by the edge of the bed, âthese are staying onâ he said, caressing your legs with firm hands.Â
He edged his hands further down towards your core, spreading your thighs apart for him as he lowered himself down, hooking your legs over his shoulders. As his hands reached where you ached for him the most, he pressed firm fingers across your pussy, rubbing upwards and finishing his movement with a short circle of both of his thumbs over your throbbing clit. With one quick motion, he ripped a hole in your fishnets, exposing your dripping cunt to him as your wetness seeped through the thin fabric of your thong. His eyes might as well have sparkled at the sight,Â
âLook at that, tough girl, youâre all wet over me taking chargeâ he said, taking a finger and swiping it up the wetness that had collected at the entrance to your pussy.Â
You whimpered, bucking your hips once again at the stimulation, whining slightly in attempts to coax him into touching you properly.Â
âI need to taste you, angel, can I?â he asked, like a boy begging to stay up to see Santa on christmas morning.Â
âYes, Matt, please, fuckin' hurry up alreadyâ you whine, desperate and aching for any sense of relief from this agonising feeling.Â
He didnât need any more permission, with a low hum (more like a fucking growl), he pulled your soaked panties to the side with vigour and latched his mouth around your clit. Your back arched off the bed immediately, his tongue sending sweet euphoria up your spine as it toyed with your sensitive bud. The moan that escaped you was pornographic, and it only egged him on further. He slipped his tongue into your entrance, lapping at the juices that seeped from your hole as his thumb found your clit, moving in slow circles over the sensitive bud. He moaned into your pussy, as if he was getting off on eating you out, the vibrations from his groaning only adding to the knot growing in your stomach. Your hands found his hair, tugging at the messy brown curls that covered his beautiful face as he devoured you.Â
âFuck, Matt, that feels so fucking goodâ you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he moved once more to suck on your clit.Â
His fingers swirled and prodded at your slick entrance, your walls nearly sucking him in as they clenched around nothing. He took your incessant moans as invitation to insert two long fingers all the way inside of you, curling up into that perfect gummy spot as he did. Your thighs clenched around his head, tensing and shaking as he brought you to the edge. He raised himself up slightly, pushing your legs apart with his forearms and pinning you down under his weight, his fingers relentlessly curling into you as he sucked and lapped at your clit, desperate to make you come undone all over his mouth. You tugged at his curls once more, earning a deep groan from him that vibrated around your clit and, that feeling, coupled with the warm pressure of his body weight on your thighs and his intense, animalistic eye contact, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your whole body shaking as you moaned his name over and over again, bucking your hips up into his face as he continued his pace, mercilessly lapping at your sopping pussy. You started to tether on the edge of overstimulation just as he pulled his mouth from you, his fingers still pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. You stared down at him with fluttery eyes, your fingers caressing his scalp as he helped you ride out your orgasm with a tender smile and tiny bites down the inside of your thigh.Â
He pulled his fingers from you and got to his feet, the bed shifted under his weight as he brought himself up to hover over you.Â
He traced the outline of your plump lips with the tip of his finger, asking for invitation. You obliged and opened your mouth, exposing a flat tongue to him.Â
âTaste how sweet you are, angel. fuckinâ deliciousâ He said, placing his fingers on your tongue before edging them down your throat, watching intently as you gagged around them.Â
He chuckled slightly at your submissiveness, pulling his fingers from your throat and trailing them down your chin. He placed a firm palm on the front of your neck and pulled you into a kiss, his face still wet from your cum. You whimpered into the kiss, frantic hands moving down in between you in attempts to unbutton his jeans. He smiled into the kiss and squeezed the sides of your throat with his fingers, bucking his hips into your hands as they freed him of the confines of the thick denim. He assisted you in pushing his jeans down his legs, not once breaking the kiss as he expertly shuffled them off and kicked them across the room. He crawled back on top of you and pushed you further up the bed, with one hand on the back of your thigh and the other round your neck, he hooked your leg over his waist and began to grind down into your sensitive core, the fabric of his black boxers giving just the right amount of friction between you.Â
âMatt, I need you inside of me, now.â you whine, the demand sending shivers up Matts spine as he locked eyes with you.Â
âWhatâs the magic word, pretty girlâ He smirked, you rolled your eyes in response and brought your other leg to hook around his waist, your feet locking him in.Â
âPlease, mattâ you reluctantly (you loved it) begged.Â
âSo good for me, angelâ he smiled as your hands snaked their way into his boxers, palming his hard cock.Â
Your eyes widened slightly at the size and he noticed, a sense of pride washing over him, âBigger than you thought it would be?â he smirked.
 A wave of nervousness overcame you but you pushed it down, biting your lip and tightening your grip on his throbbing member, âI always knew youâd be huge, the quiet ones always areâ you said, pumping him slowly.Â
He couldnât help but rut into your hand, his head falling into the curve of your neck as he palmed your tit, pinching at your hard nipple whilst his other hand left bruises on your thigh. Small whispers left his mouth and fell onto your skin, his warm breath only turning you on even more. You pushed his boxers down completely and he kicked them off, looking down at where you were attempting to line him up with your weeping entrance.Â
âSo needy, huh? tough girl? lemme help you angelâ He pressed his tip against your folds and aided you in guiding himself into your slick walls.Â
The feeling of him stretching you out made your back arch off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for some sort of leverage. He chuckled slightly, slowly thrusting his leaking tip in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size inch by inch as he trailed soft kisses down your jaw and neck, biting every so often only to sooth the sting with his warm tongue.Â
The feeling was euphoric, he was somehow keeping you between feeling completely satisfied and overstimulated all at once.Â
âfuck, angelâ he drew out, ây'so fuckinâ tight and m'not even half way inâ Jesus christ- y'gonna be the death of meâ he grunted, capturing your open mouth in a wet and tender kiss, his tongue pressed against yours as he thrusted into you completely, bottoming out.Â
You both moan at the feeling, your legs tensed around his waist and your arms found home draped over his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair.Â
He pulled out of you almost entirely, still kissing you mercilessly before thrusting into you again, this time with a lot more force. You moaned into his mouth, tugging at his hair to counter the sting of your pussy, blissfully stretched out around him and aching for him to move faster.Â
Matt broke the kiss, taking your jaw in his hand and squeezing your mouth open, he gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and lowered it towards yours. You caught it on your tongue and swallowed it with a smile as he watched in awe.
âYouâre perfectâ he uttered, leaning down to kiss your squished lips before releasing your jaw and earning another smile from you.Â
With that, he set a relentless pace, fucking you into the bed with each hard thrust. You moaned out his name, pulling him in impossibly close to you with both your grip round his waist and your hands in his hair. His head fell next to yours, hot breath panting in your ear as he moaned and whimpered at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him.Â
âFuck matt, you're so big, stretching me out sâmuch, oh my fucking godâ you trail off, your words bouncing with every merciless thrust.Â
âTake it angel, fuckinâ take it, I know you canâ he panted into your ear, sucking on the lobe.Â
He slowed his pace but fucked you harder, each thrust inciting a pornographic moan from your lips.Â
âyou sound s'good when you moan, so fuckinâ sexyâ he groaned, pounding into you harder just to earn those beautiful whimpers from you.Â
His tip formed a bulge in your lower stomach, poking out of you over and over again as he hit your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge for the second time that night. You brought a hand up to his mouth, silently asking for permission to collect some spit from the pad of his tongue, he obliged, biting your fingers slightly before you pulled them from his mouth and placed them down between the two of you, rubbing fast circles over your clit. The stimulation made your walls clench around him, milking his painfully hard cock.Â
âFuck, oh my, fuck, keep doing that, pretty girl, keep touching yourself for meâ his command comes out in a near whimper.Â
âMatt, m'gonnaâ â before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your thighs shaking around his waist as white hot tingles covered your entire body, you clenched your eyes shut and all you could see was stars as you came all over his dick.Â
âYouâre clenching me so hard right now angel, y'gonna make me cum, look at me pretty girl, please, let me see those pretty eyesâ Matt rambled as his high was rapidly approaching, his pace quickening as his movements became sloppy,Â
âcum inside me, please matt, I need itâ you cried out, still reeling in the after shock of your crippling orgasm.Â
With your pleading, he realised strings of warm cum inside you, coating your walls as he fucked his seed into you, riding out his orgasm, shaking and trying desperately not to buckle completely on top of you.Â
He thrusted in and out a few more times before reluctantly pulling out, the cold air hitting his softening cock as he fell down next to you, immediately bringing you into his side and pulling at your limbs so you were lazily draped over him.Â
You laid there, panting in each others arms, both trying to catch your breath as the sound of the party suddenly became more prominent from the other side of his bedroom door. âYouâ he said, still catching his breath, âare incredible.â He turned his head to look down at you.
âYouâre not too bad yourself, Matthewâ you smiled, bringing your finger to trace along his pink bottom lip.Â
He watched as you admired the plump skin for a moment and with a smile, he bit the tip of your finger. You giggled and pulled your hand from his mouth, resting it on his now steady chest.Â
âCan I see you again?â he asked, captivated by the way your face lights up when you laugh.Â
âIf you actually start coming to classes, youâll see me all the timeâ you taunted him.
âOh, Iâm gonna have the best fuckinâ attendance in this whole collegeâ he responded, pulling you fully on top of him.Â
You squealed at the sudden movement and shifted to straddle his lap. You sat up, looking down at him as he tugged and needed at the flesh around your hips.Â
âTheyâre all probably wondering where you areâ you said, referring to the hoard of people in his home.Â
âFuck âem, theyâre all losers anywayâ he leant up closer to you, a sneaky hand came and wrapped itself around your neck, pulling you desperately close to his face.
âYouâre much better company, tough girlâ he whispered through a smile before capturing your mouth in a tender yet rough kiss.
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f!reader x bangchan ft. stray kids smut | mdni 2.6k maybe you bit off more than you could chew when you hyped up your game to the campusâ infamous big dick owner nsfw tags under the cut
#5: huge dick + size kink (twt pârnlink) college!au, toxic ex bf!minho, frat boy!bangchan, alcohol consumption, one night stand, explicit consent asked and given, chan is really a tease, gentle dom!chan, daddy kink (i mean we're talking about chan here) , size kink (reader is smaller than chan), huge monster cock!bangchan, size training, protected sex (good job), oral (f), multiple orgasms, some humor at the end âĄ
a/n : i was like this đĽ´đĽ´đĽ´ writing this because ughhh im in love with this bangchan! wanna see the other entries for the event? check out the link <3
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âI mean being single is great and allâ you said while downing the rest of the ungodly cocktail your best friend mixed for you earlier at the party. Before she left with Jisung. âBut like I miss the toxic sex, ya know?â Christopher nodded his head while he took the empty cup from your hand to set it at the table beside the both of you on the couch.
The party was over so to speak. Everyone had left or was just passed out on random surfaces all over the frat. ÎÎŁÎ (nu sigma beta) was the frat that organized the best parties on campus. Well the second best parties but ΊÎÎŚ (omega delta phi) had Minho going to their parties and well you were finally over him that wasn't to run into him at a random party to drink and hook up with him again. You were determined to break free of the destructive cycle. Thatâs how you came to attend the parties here and met Christopher and his frat bros Changbin and Jisung. These three were quite the trio. Well not right now because Jisung was probably fucking your best friend somewhere and Changbin was passed out over the keg. Only Christopher remained somewhat (if not entirely) sober. He didnât like alcohol that much, he claimed.
âYeah I get you dude. Toxic sex is the bestâŚâ Christopher sighed. âBut why though?â
âI donât know man!â you said with a pout. âAlso my ex was like⌠packingâ the alcohol in your system was making it harder to perceive the fine line between sharing past experiences and simply oversharing. But Christopher wasnât phased by it at all. On the contrary he was⌠intrigued.
âReally?â He questioned.
âBro, he was real big. Like real big.â you said, closing your eyes trying to recall the extraordinary appendix Minho was blessed with. âThe biggest Iâve ever seen really. I just miss thatâŚâ you said, finally opening your eyes again, purposefully avoiding thinking about your exâs devil dick for too long before you drunkenly run to the other side of campus and to him again. When you open your eyes you see Christopher looking at you with an indecipherable expression.
âWell yeah. I miss someone thatâs used to dealing with guys that are on the bigger end of the spectrumâ Christopher was speaking very carefully, he was very clearly trying to hint at something but at the same time he didnât want to come off as pressing or bragging.
You raised an eyebrow.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked as neutral as you could be, but still picking up on Christopherâs hint.
âWell you know. Girls always say itâs what they want. But like when I pull it out they either just run away or I mean they pull through but I can tell theyâre not enjoying it. So I usually cut things short.âÂ
Itâs true you heard one or two rumors about Christopher also being on the bigger end but you never paid attention to them. Now, they were suddenly running back to you.
âI just wanna be with a girl that's kinky and that you know⌠just enjoys herself with meâ
Suddenly you were looking at him differently. You looked at his big biceps resting crossed over his chest and the sleeveless loose fitted white top. He was wearing a cap that covered his soft brown curls but they were still peaking at the back of his head and around his reddened ears.Â
All of a sudden you were painfully conscious of Chrisâ sheer size. Even though he was simply sitting next to you his large sturdy shoulders occupied the space on the couch. You found your eyes wandering to his lower half where his muscular thighs generously filled the black basketball shorts. And eventually your gaze wandered to his groin where you did notice a particularly remarkable bulge.
âYou know, bro?â Chris took off the cap briefly, combing his hair with one large hand before flipping it backwards and patting it back on. He looked a little bit frustrated.
âYeah I get it.â
Silence settled.
âLooks like we could like⌠help each other⌠maybeâ you started carefully. That was uncharted territories, you didnât know how Chris was going to react but you were a little intoxicated and that made you forget about the consequences or more like postpone thinking about them. Youâll do that tomorrow.
A cocky smirk spread on Chrisâ face. An expression you had yet to witness. Usually he was all about wholesome smiles and cute laughs. But this one, this expression stirred excitement and thrill within you.
âWanna see the big bad wolf?â Chan said right before sending you a cheeky wink that left you speechless. Before he started laughing out loud and lightly pushed you on the arm. âJust messing with youâ Chris said, returning to the sunny smile.
âWhy are you all cocky for anyway?â you outbid. âIâm sure itâs nothing I havenât seenâ you said, shrugging, eyes a little defiant. And Chrisâ smirked returned to his handsome face just as quick. He felt a tingle in his lower half. He enjoyed that attitude you had right now. Wouldnât it be fun to make you swallow those words? Amongst other thingsâŚ
âThink you can handle it, babygirl?â Chan said, extending his massive arm behind your head on the couch and leaning on to you, making you feel even smaller. You took a whiff of his cologne, the alluring aromas or vanilla, cedar and citrus casting a spell on you.
âYeah of course I canâ you said, steady voice oozing all the confidence in the world. Making Chris chuckle again.Â
***
Well maybe you couldnâtâŚ
That is what you thought when Christopher dragged you to his room as the early rays of the dawning sun were licking the blinds.Â
âHaving second thoughts, babygirl?â Christopher said, smiling down at you while you looked up at him and sat on his bed. The loose fitting top was all he had left on him. Even the cap was now littering the ground, letting the soft brown curls loose. and you silently thanked the heavens for this. Maybe if he would have been completely nude you would have died right there.
He was absolutely breathtaking: large shoulders, thick arms and veiny forearms going down to his big hand holding the absolute monster that usually peacefully rested between his sturdy thighs. But right now it was awakened, and awaiting.
The thing was not only incredibly massive but also unbelievably long. Thick veins ornamented the length of it from the base to the red and dripping tip.
âSo am I bigger than your ex?â he asked, cocking his head to the side.Â
âUm, yeah a little bit I thinkâÂ
Lie. Big fat lie.
Christopher knew that. He knew that very well but he appreciated that you kept up with that act. He found that amusing.
âPerfect! Letâs get started thenâÂ
âWhat?â you said as he wrapped his warm hands around both your wrists, gently pushing you down on the mattress until you laid there with only your feet hanging off the bed. He put your wrists at each side of your face, laying his weight over you. He was heavy, but it was comforting, reassuring. You felt small but also safe under him. The heat from his body ignited a fire within you.
âDonât worry babygirlâ Chris whispered leaning into your ear. You felt his hot breath fanning your burning cheek. âDaddy will get you nice and ready for him.â You felt yourself flutter at the name. You were definitely responding to it.
Christopher licked big swipe on your ear making your breath itch in your throat and you bit your lip to repress a moan. Fortunately you didnât have to think about it too much because Chris kissed you instantly, one of his hands leaving your wrist to wrap around your throat, his thumb pulling on your chin to open your mouth. You didnât fight back, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like energy drinks and tropical fruit juice. Now you knew for sure he was completely sober. But Chris, on the other hand, wasn't so sure anymore, because he sure felt drunk right now. Drunk in you, in this kiss. He threw himself into you, moaning in your mouth as you arched your back and he rolled his hips into you, pressing his hard cock onto your hip.
Before you could think too much about it Chris stripped you of your clothes, one article after the other until you found yourself completely exposed to him. Chris got up and took a step back to admire your body under the rays of the sun piercing through the blinds. You were gorgeous, stunning and he couldnât wait to finally be inside you.
He then pulled on your hips to bring you on the edge of the bed where he kneeled on the ground and gently parted your legs.Â
âFuckkâ he cursed under his breath when he saw your cute little pussy already glistening with need and lightly twitching. He only wanted one thing: to taste you. So he did.
He first laid a gentle kiss on your clit which made you jolt up and he smirked against you in satisfaction.
âAwww baby. Are you always this sensitive or is it daddy doing that to you?â He licked a large stripe from your entrance to your clit, staying there for a second giving more attention to the sensitive bud.Â
âF-fuckkk. No itâs y-youâ you breathed in, arching your back and fisting the sheets beneath you. âDaddy is doing this to m-meâ
Christopher felt his heavy length jump just as the mention of the word in your mouth, it sounded so fucking good, so fucking sexy. It made him want to please you, be good for you.
He licked and swirled his tongue on your swollen bud earning more moans and pants from you. Until your cunt was throbbing against his lips and your heart was beating in your ears.
âIm⌠Fuck⌠gonna c-cumâ you said lifting your face to see Christopher looking up at you from between your thighs.Â
âGo ahead baby. Cum for daddyâ
You came undone at the end of his tongue, your walls fluttering around nothing, thick slick gushing out of you and covering Chrisâ face.Â
âGod fuck.. donât- s-stopâ you begged, tensing up your legs and your orgasm ripped through you. Chris didn't stop there, instead he gradually slowed down to help you down your high at your own rhythm.
âFuckkk... Please daddy I need you inside meâ you said looking at him. And he got back on his feet again. With disconcerting ease he grabbed you at the hips and flipped you on your stomach and lifted you so you were on all fours.Â
He reached for his night stand where he took out of one of the drawers a condom and tore the wrapper hastily.Â
âWas hoping youâd say that babygirlâ
As soon as the condom was on he brought his tip to your soaked and fluttering little hole. You were feeling desperately empty and you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of Chrisâ big fat cock. You wiggled your hips to urge him to fill you up.
âAre you ready baby?â he asked, making sure one last time you were still on board.Â
âYess daddy.. Yes please. Don't make me begâ You said, despair dripping from your lips. And Christopher resisted the urge to do just that. Maybe another time.
He started to push his huge cock inside you and you braced yourself feeling your walls expand beyond belief to accommodate the thick and hard length. Very slowly Chris continued to progress inside you. You gritted your teeth, fisting the sheet even harder and exhaling a faint complaint.
âItâs okay baby. You can do it. Big breaths, ok?â Chris encouraged you before continuing.
Thanks to Chrisâ prepping, the pain was bearable. Now you didn't even have a single shadow of a doubt left. Chris was indeed bigger than Minho.Â
Soon enough he managed to push the whole monstrous thing inside you.
âThere you go babyâ Chris said gently stroking your back. âThatâs my good girl. Say when daddy can move okay, darling?â he laid a soft kiss to the crown of your back, his voice appeared to be somewhat strained. Your tightness was also hard to handle on his part.
âOkâ you huffed quietly.
You took a couple of seconds to get used to him but eventually the pain disappeared.Â
âYou⌠can moveâ
Slowly Chris started to pull out only to push right back in when his tip was just barely hinging in.Â
âOh- fuckfuckfuckâ you panted.Â
âYouâre doing so good, baby. So good for daddyâ Chris said, pulling out once again.
He repeated the process until he felt you relax around him and the sharp breaths and sighs turned into moans and whines.Â
âFuckk so⌠so fucking bigâ you said arching your back while Chirsâ big hands wrapped around your waist to pull you back on his cock everytime he was pushing in.Â
âFuck your little cunt is so wet and tight for me babyâ
âHmmm daddyâ you whined. âPlease fasterâ
âFuck so fucking naughtyâ he said as started to fuck you faster, deeper, dragging your precious nectar on his cock and making you moan louder.
âFuck I wonât last long babyâ
âPleasepleaseplease daddy I'm almost thereâÂ
Chris circled your hip and brought two fingers to rub circles on your clit, you threw your head back, completely letting go of the last bit of sanity you had left. Chris felt you throbbing around his cock.
âFuck daddyâŚI'm cummingggâÂ
âThat's it cum for daddyâ Chris said, his voice was strained as he felt you flutter around him, urging him to let got. Spurts of hot cum rushed into the condom as he hips became erratic, as continuously fucked into you until you were both satifed and out of breath.Â
You collapsed and he rolled next to you, taking the condom off and tying it before rushing to the bathroom and returning with a warm towel and handing it to you.Â
âFuck that was⌠amazingâ he told you with a bright smile that you knew.Â
âSo you like being called daddy? Now I understand why youâre into kinky girls.â you said, raising an eyebrow, teasingly.
âOhâ Hm.. well. Yeah⌠sorry it was like in the heat of the momentâ he scratched the side of his face before ruffling his brown curls.
âOh don't worry about it. I liked itâÂ
âWe should like.. do that again sometimes⌠I mean if you're downâ
Itâs funny how he started all cocky and confident and now he was the one stumbling on his words and being flustered. You found that cute.
âYeah we shouldâ
âCHRIS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???â You heard Jisungâs loud voice coming from the hall. âWEâRE GOING TO BE LATE FOR PRACTICEâ He fumbled with the door handle. âWHY IS YOUR DOOR CLOSED?â
âGet the fuck out Jisung. Iâm busyâ Chris said and you giggled.
âBro, I think heâs fucking someone in thereâ Jisung said, this time to someone else.
âOI, MATE WHOâS IN THERE WITH YOU?? IS IT Y/N??â Felixâ unmistakably low voice asked.
âI SAID GET THE FUCK OUTâ Chris shouted.
âFuck⌠I think you made him mad.â Felix said.
âBro how the fuck is it me? You the one who insistedâ You heard the two voices getting further.
âDonât pay attention to themâ Chris said and you both laughed and went back to bed, to get a well deserved couple of hours of sleep before a day full of college classes.
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cw; choking, p in v, heterosexuals, nsft, murder, violence against women, dub con, dark content
ive had this one sitting in production for a minute but it's one of the darker ones in my opinion. i think he's so interesting and so fucked in the head. his yandere isn't as explicit in this but that's kinda on purpose. he's obsessed with you but he's good at hiding it especially because he's definitely also battling some internalized homophobia. like he will not examine how badly he wants to be your girlfriend no sir he'll just ask you uncomfortable questions and date women who he thinks are your type. and even then it doesn't matter if you don't like women because he'll just date women who remind him of you.
you live in a nice modern style house. the kind of house you'd usually find belonging to a billionaire who thinks having natural light is a personality trait. never in a million years would you be able to afford this place but a few months ago you'd found this guy looking for a roommate. the rent was dirt cheap, like the kind of dirt cheap that meant this was probably a scam. honestly, even after 3 months living there you were waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under you but as far as you could tell it was real and your roommate was just a nice guy.Â
he was a large guy, his chest was broad and he was extremely tall. he was pretty hot too, he had piercings and tattoos and he was always wearing tight obscure rock shirts or horror shirts. personality wise he was a bit of a loud obnoxious guy, he could act like a real frat bro but he was nice? nice enough. the only real quirk about being his roommate was the part about sex. apparently your roommate was in porn and would often record videos in his house. it was like living with a frat bro in effect, he'd have big networking parties and sometimes that turned into big networking orgies. sometimes you would come home to see him and a young woman half naked surrounded by a camera crew. it was weird. but rent was cheap and your room had good noise insulation so you adapted.Â
sometimes you would wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen only to find a random woman with messy makeup sitting there checking her phone. the first time it happened you offered to make her some pancakes and she appreciated the gesture. it was an odd morning routine but it was kind of nice making pancakes for your roommate and whatever girl he'd spent the night with so it became the norm. all in all living in this place was odd but comfortable, all it took was getting used to it. you even got used to your roommate's weird personal questions, the way he'd ask you about what kind of porn you liked or what kind of people you were into. it was awkward but you got used to it as just part of his personality.
eventually you started noticing the same girl at the kitchen table over and over again only with progressively more bruises and cuts on her. it's not really your place but you can't help but ask her if she's ok.
"oh! yeah don't worry it's from work."
"what kind of work do you do?"
"wanna see?"
she shows you her only fans account including her most recent post, a scene where she's in a familiar looking room with a masked man choking her out while they have sex. that's definitely your roommate in the video, it was definitely filmed in his room. your body couldn't help but react to the stimulation and you awkwardly excused yourself to eat breakfast. she didn't mind, in fact she said it was a compliment so atleast she was cool about it. still embarrassing.
it doesn't help that at some point she clearly told your roommate who's embarrassing personal questions start to shift. are you into choking? receiving or giving? do you think his girlfriend is hot? is she your type? you have to stop him from showing you more of their videos together because he's just way too eager.
in the end you do shamefully subscribe to her only fans. she's pretty for sure but you're more interested in your roommate and the scenarios they act out. she makes a lot of dark content; things like a kidnapper using her for his own entertainment and threatening to send the video to her parents, or a drunk friend breaking into her room, or a serial killer having fun with her before he kills her. in her older stuff before she started working with your roommate the guys who would bust into her room didn't have the right body type or demeanor to sell it. some of them acted like the cringiest internet doms. for some reason your roommate was so good at it.
you watched his arm flex around her throat while he held her in a headlock, her body bouncing on his lap while he looked at the camera. part of you wondered how good he'd look if he was in her position instead, his big muscles and large dick completely useless as his kidnapper made his eyes roll back. you really shouldn't have those thoughts about your roommate, you know that, but you can't stop fucking your fist to the thought of him. he's straight, nothing will ever come of it.
for the sake of your cheap rent and comfortable room you just pushed your feelings down only letting them out late at night into a bunch of tissues. that's until you come home one night to the living room dark and a tripod set up in front of the couch. that's not such an unusual sight, its not even the first time you've walked in on your roommate in the middle of work. it is the first time you've caught him actually balls deep in someone. he doesn't even take his hands off his throat when he looks at you with a stupid smile.
"hey, welcome home."
you were trying so hard to look anywhere else. "sorry.. uh im-im gonna-"
"oh! hey, babes!" his girlfriend was also smiling at you now.
you were hard. why were you hard. why did he notice that you were hard. you watched his eyes flick from your hard on to your face and back again a wide smile cracking across his face.
"yo, you like what you see? wanna take a ride?"
you don't know how they both actually convinced you to do this, maybe you were hornier than you realized. your roommates large rough hands were stroking your heavy cock while his girlfriend was on her knees in front of you her tongue stuck out to catch every drop of precum. you leaned your head back against his shoulder and moaned as he squeezed your tip. you looked at him for a moment, your face flushing red as he gave you a confident smirk. his girlfriend wrapped her lips around your tip and began licking and sucking trying to drain you of every drop while your roommates hands squeezed your cock so firmly it felt like he was trying to push your cum out. you moaned louder this time, one of your hands gripping onto his forearms to steady yourself.
"baby, you should give him a nice reward for all his donations."
oh god he knew. of course he knew. his girlfriend pulled her mouth off your cock with a wet pop and moved onto her back. your roommate guided you onto your knees in front of her, his breath heavy in your ears.
"you ever do this before buddy?"
all you could do was shake your head, most people probably have never been in this scenario before either.
"gonna make you feel so good. gonna fuck her real nice."
he guided your large cock along her folds, rubbing it against her clit and soaking you in her juices. you watched as he pressed your tip against her hole and pushed it in drawing a loud moan from her. she was definitely a pornstar the way she reacted and played up your cock filling her, moans and arching her back and tightening her cunt. it felt good but you soon came to miss the feeling of your roommate's hands squeezing you as they instead moved to help guide your hips. he kept you at a fast pace until you were the one maintaining it yourself, hips drilling into her as hard and fast as you could.
"why haven't you cum yet? you like it don't you?" he grunted in annoyance. "here let's tighten her up, huh?"
he moved his hands over your own and wrapped them around her neck. it took you a moment to notice and you immediately tried to squirm and pull away.
"you know how much she likes it"
"mmmhmmm~ c'mon babes.. make me see stars..."
his hands squeezed around your own forcing you to choke her as your hips began to slow down a bit. you didn't know what you were doing, this seemed incredibly unsafe but his hands were stronger than yours. her pussy squeezed around you but the stimulation wasn't enough to keep you hard as your panic was more overwhelming. your hips stopped entirely when her face started to get red.
"stop! pl-please i want to stop!"
"i'll stop when she makes you cum."
you knew that wasn't going to happen but you didn't know what else to do. your hips picked up a frantic desperate pace as you tried so hard to feel good. there were tears splashing onto her reddening face as you began to cry and babble your apologies as best you could.
her eyes started to roll back and you still hadn't gotten any closer to cumming so with an annoyed huff your roommate pulled your hands off of her. she sucked in a gasp of air her entire body heaving as she could finally breathed. your roommate moved away from you letting you pull out and you crawled over away from them, sobbing.
"tch... guess you didn't like her that much huh?"
you couldn't speak just whimpering and rubbing your hands.
"poor guy..."
he easily lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed. you thought he said something else but you didn't catch it as your body started to relax. you managed a small thank you before his figure disappeared.
you expected it to just be a weird story and an awkward breakfast but she never came to sit in the kitchen. you had finished making all the pancakes when the front door opened and your roommate walked in looking dour. he stopped when he looked at you, looking away from you then back.
he took a deep breath. "... she's dead."
your eyes widened and you felt your stomach churn.
"last night i brought her back to my room but she wasn't feeling well and i thought she was just tired... when i woke up she wasn't breathing."
you covered your mouth with your hand as tears flooded your vision. you moved to get your phone when your roommate grabbed your hand tight enough to hurt.
"you get it right? you killed her." you were forced to drop your phone which cracked on the tile. "i hid the body, made sure no one will ever know. I'm willing to help you cause you're my friend but you gotta be good."
you couldn't speak all you could do was slowly nod.
"thats a good boy."
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Summary: A farewell fic to Logan because I'm a sookie and miss him already. Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader (living in America) WC: 4k
Summer Break 2021
Your mother always said, âNothing good is easy and nothing easy is good.â To an eighteen year old fresh out of high school you thought she was referring to studying and exam results, not the more impactful experiences you would face once the red brick walls were left in the rear view mirror.Â
It would only take a matter of weeks to learn the real meaning.
Loving Logan wasnât easy but it was impossible to stop the feeling of falling that came soon after meeting him. From the moment you met there was an indescribable connection but the paths of your future were heading in completely different directions and you knew at the end of summer you would say your goodbyes.
In the meantime you would enjoy what the weather had to offer and what better way to emancipate yourself from the innocence of youth and broadcast to the world that you were an adult than a girls road trip to Miami? You may not have been old enough to drink but that didnât stop the college guys on summer vacation from keeping you and your friends well supplied.Â
Looking back, it only proved how young and naive you were.Â
âDalt, I really shouldnât be here,â Logan complained as a red cup was thrust into his hand. âI could get in so much trouble for this.â
âRelax, bro, youâll be fine.â His older brother clapped him on the back happily. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
The beach house was right on the waterfront and Logan stepped out onto the white sand to dip his toes in the warm water. He didnât know whoâs family the place belonged to but Dalton seemed to know everyone by name. It only made him feel even more left out and he thought maybe he should have just stayed in England for the summer break.Â
The house was stifling with the humid temperatures compounding to a sauna with all the bodies inside. The beer had started off cool but it had warmed in your hands and began to taste disgusting so you abandoned it into the hands of a stranger passing by who swiftly chugged it back before shouting the Greek alphabet you assumed was the name of his frat house. You had certainly bitten off more than you could chew and debated catching a Greyhound bus home where you felt safe but you wouldnât ditch your friends who were absolutely in their element.
The beach wasnât like any you had seen before arriving in Miami. The sand bars were tiny pockets of islands and each property seemed to be its own space divided by narrow canals that lead to dry docks for their expensive boats.Â
âMind if I join you?â you asked the stranger who sat in the sand at the water's edge. It was impossible to ignore each otherâs presence when the rising tide had left such little space.
âItâs a free country,â he said with a small smile, his palm quickly swiping away the picture he had drawn in the sand.Â
âI donât know about that. Sometimes it feels like a prison. Sorry, that was really morbid.â
He laughed and tipped his head back to the sun that still beat down despite being late in the afternoon. âYouâre not wrong though. I love coming home, but sometimes Iâm glad I donât live here anymore. I donât know how to fit in with that,â he said looking back at drunken revelers who had stripped down to their swimwear despite having no inclination to actually enter the water.Â
He looked like the rest of the guys there: tanned skin over a toned body and dirty blonde hair hidden by a cap he wore backwards. The southern drawl also confirmed the fact he called this place home.Â
âWhere do you fit in then?â
His shoulders shrugged as he picked at a desiccated chain of Neptuneâs necklace that had washed up on the beach. He busied himself with plucking each individual bead off the seaweed and flicking it back to the water. âI donât know.â
âOkay, well, what did you want to be when you were a kid?â
âA Formula One racing driver, or a fisherman.â
You buried your toes in the sand, wiggling them to dig deeper where it was cooler. âI thought the all-american dream was to be an astronaut?â
You met his blue eyes and saw the amusement that sparkled in them. âIâm afraid of heights,â he admitted with a grin before he held out his hand. âIâm Logan.â
âI think we are beyond names here, I already know your hopes and dreams,â you teased, shaking his hand.Â
âBut I donât know yours, yet.â
âI can give you my name, but as for hopes and dreams, I have no idea what I want to be. Iâm still trying to figure that out.â You realised his hand was still in yours and gave it another small shake. âIâm Y/N.â
As the sun fell below the horizon the party grew larger and soon it spilled into the slice of paradise you had carved out with Logan. Sand was kicked up as two guys tackled each other to the ground and Logan threw a protective arm around you before they could crash into your side.
âBack it up bro,â he said as he rose to his feet and pulled you up too, tucking you in behind his back. âYou could have hurt somebody.â
âAw, Sargeant, is that your girlfriend?â
Logan ignored them and turned to check you were alright. His eyes scanned over your body and slowed on their ascent before he cleared his throat and met your eyes again. âDo you want to get out of here?â
You scanned the crowd and spotted two of your friends dancing and the other sat on some guy's lap, smiles on all their faces. You couldnât disappear and make them worry but you didnât want to stay as the party only grew more chaotic. âYes, please, Iâll just tell my friends Iâm leaving.â
You werenât going to attempt to get amongst the gyrating bodies so instead headed to Dakota. The guy sitting beneath her noticed your arrival first and grinned at Logan as he stepped in beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. âYouâre leaving arenât you? Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would.â
âYou two know each other?â you asked.Â
âOnly since birth,â Logan answered. âThis is my brother, Dalton. Dalton, this is Y/N.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said before turning your attention to your friend. âIâm going to head off, Kote. Logan said he can drop me off at the apartment after dinner.â
âAre you sure? I can take you back if you want.â
You laughed and leaned into Logan, enjoying the warmth that came as his arm curled around your waist. âIâm good, someone needs to make sure those two get back.â
You both looked at the twins who had found dance partners and knew the rented 4 bedroom apartment was probably going to double in residents by morning. With a resigned sigh that she didnât really feel as the group mother, Dakota nodded. âIâve got them, you two have fun.â
The wink she sent you off with made your cheeks heat but you hadnât actually planned on doing what the action implied. Of course Logan was attractive, and the thought of taking him to your bedroom was one that had you melting, but you were quite happy just enjoying his company too.Â
âAre you hungry? I know this great spot but itâs a bit of a drive from here.â
Out in the street where the sounds of the thumping bass couldnât reach your stomach rumbled and you smiled sheepishly. âJust a little.â
The restaurant he knew was on Key Largo, about an hour south of where the party was in Miami Beach and you were amazed by how many bridges had been built to connect the keys. It would have felt a bit scary driving over the ocean if it wasnât for Logan recounting stories of growing up in the state. It was a good distraction to listen to the fondness in his tone as he remembered fishing off the now-closed piers that he pointed out.Â
âI think this is where you fit in,â you said as he cruised along the highway in his pickup truck, the radio quietly playing an RnB station in the background. It was warm enough that the window was down and the breeze blew his hair back like a runway model.
He glanced across the car and lifted a questionable brow. âIn Florida?â
âNo! Behind the wheel. You look, I donât know, comfortable? No, content, thatâs the word.âÂ
On the beach Logan had shared how he was halfway through the season of Formula 3 in Europe and had hopes to join an F1 team in the future. It was also when he mentioned returning to the country he currently lived in, four thousand miles across the Atlantic Ocean. Despite only just meeting him, you felt the four week countdown arriving like a dark storm cloud.
Those four weeks flew by almost as quickly as you fell in love.Â
Summer Break 2024
The soy milk screeched and you winced at the sound before saving the new girl, and the coffee, from the machine. Thankfully it wasnât scorched as the shop was already full with the busy morning foot-traffic and you wanted to keep it flowing for the customerâs sake.Â
âSoy latte with a shot of hazelnut?â A hand went up and you passed the takeaway cup over. âHave a nice day.â
You looked at the next order stuck to the bench and immediately searched for the customer, a smile splitting your face when you found him. âBaby, youâre home! Why didnât you call?â
Logan ducked under the staff counter and met your embrace with strong arms that pulled you to your tiptoes. âI called, but you must have been busy here. God, itâs good to see you, sweetheart.â
You checked your phone in the pocket of your apron and saw the missed call before slipping it over your head. âMarie, can you keep an eye on everything?â
âYeah, course, hun, take your time,â the part time barista said with a wave. âWelcome home, Logan.â
âThank you.âÂ
You dragged Logan eagerly through the swing door that stated âstaff onlyâ and past the break room to the disused office at the back. âIâve missed you so much,â you managed to say between the desperate kisses you shared as he kicked your door closed.Â
âMissed you too.â
Your hands reached beneath his shirt and he chuckled breathlessly as he caught them before they could move any further. âTempting, sweetheart, but not here.â
You pouted as you draped your arms around his neck instead and held him tight. âI have the studio booked in 20 minutes, did you want to come?â
Logan rolled his eyes at the stupid question and didnât bother to answer as he tucked his hands into the back of your jeans and buried his face in your hair. âYou smell like blueberry muffins,â he hummed happily.Â
âI can steal one,â you offered but when you pulled away he quickly pulled you back with a shake of his head.
âDiet.â
You grabbed the flesh on his abdomen, feeling the hard muscle beneath. âYouâre perfect, baby, one muffin isnât going to change that - but it will make you happier. Go grab a seat in the staff room.â
You walked him back down the hall and let him settle into the couch while you grabbed a muffin from the front counter. Most of the rush had quickly cleared and with the lull in orders you made him his favourite drink.Â
âYou spoil me, sweetheart,â he said with a gratefully smile as you placed the plate and cup on the coffee table. âThank you.â
âAnything for you.â You sank into the couch beside him and watched him pick apart the muffin, finding all the blueberries to eat first. He could feel your eyes on his hands as they fiddled with crumbs but before he worked up the courage to explain why he caught a flight two days earlier than planned. âWhatâs going on, baby?â
He exhaled a heavy sigh and wiped his hands clean before taking yours. âI think itâs over.â
Your heart cleaved apart and your ears started ringing as your world came crashing down. There was only one semester left in your art programme before all the plans the two of you made would come to life - plans that started with moving to England with Logan. Plans that were crumbling down.
âItâs over?â you repeated as silent tears streaked your face and your hands slipped from his.
Horror bled into Loganâs features and he snatched your hands back, placing them over his chest where his heart beat rapidly with panic. âNot us, never us,â he rushed with a harsh shake of his head. âFuck, sweetheart, you are my everything.â
You sagged with relief as he wiped your eyes but the relief was short lived as you understood what he meant and the phantom pain in your chest returned. âHave you spoken to James?â
He nodded and leaned into your touch as your palms ran up his chest to cradle his face. âItâs not good.â
To hear the defeat in his voice was something you never wished to hear again. It was a sound that no 23 year old should make, he was too young to feel the immense pressure he was under and a weaker man would have been broken by it. But Logan was strong, mentally and physically - he would recover from this, you would make sure of it.
âCome on,â you whispered as you rose to your feet and tugged his hands.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âIâm taking you home.â
âBut you have class.â
You grabbed your handbag from your locker and tossed him the car keys. âThis is more important, and I can paint anywhere.â
â
The drive to Miami took most of the day and the frown on Loganâs forehead seemed to soften as the arid air turned humid and the paddocks turned to swamp before he sped through Alligator Alley. The top 40 charts played quietly on the radio and Logan hummed along with the ones he liked while he held your hand on your thigh.Â
A contented sigh of relief exhaled from deep in Loganâs chest as the sunset and the city lights illuminated the horizon. Though he was tired to his bones, just the sight of his home was enough to rejuvenate him and he sat up a little straighter before taking the exit that would lead him to Fort Lauderdale.Â
Madelyn and Daniel were already expecting Logan and the front door opened before he could turn the engine off. It had been a while since they last had Logan home and you felt a little guilty since most of his returns to home soil were to visit you instead, but they didnât hold it against you. Madelyn was just happy that there was someone who loved and supported Logan as much as she did. Â
It was immediately clear that she wasnât aware of his current struggles as you saw him hide behind a confident smile as she asked how everything was going.Â
âI donât want to disappoint them,â he admitted as he closed his bedroom door after dinner.Â
You placed your bag on the floor and took a seat at the headboard before patting the spot beside you. Logan flopped down on the bed and rested his head on your thighs while his long legs hung over the edge, looking up as if you had all the answers.Â
âYou could never disappoint them, Lo, they just want you to be happy. And, you're worrying about things that havenât even come to pass. We donât know what the second half of the season will bring.â
âI know you are being reasonable, but I canât help thinking this is the end. Everyone else thinks so too.â
âYou mean everyone on X, formally known as twitter,â you said with a roll of your eyes that made him chuckle. âHow about no social media for the whole break? Just disconnect from it all for four weeks.â
âAnd what happens at the end of the break?â he asked quietly, sensing deja vu from the last time he asked this three years ago. It was an eerily similar state too with his head on your legs but you were on the white sands instead of a bed. You had already fallen in love but he was due to fly back to Europe and you would be getting in the car with your friends and heading home. He had forever changed you that summer.
You combed your fingers through his hair as you relived the same memory. âWe will be grateful for the time we had together.â
A smile tugged at his lips and he sat up so he could pull you onto his lap. âIâm not letting you go again.â
âI should hope not,â you stated as your knees settled either side of his thighs and you reached into his pocket to fish his phone out. âNow say goodbye to this, I am having you all to myself.â
He plucked the phone from your fingers and tossed it to the side table before putting all those glorious muscles to good use. The room spun until he caged your body beneath his and he gently kissed his way across your collarbone. âYou already have me, sweetheart.â
â
A sick twisting feeling gripped your gut as you waved goodbye to Logan through misted eyes. No matter what you had said, you could feel his stress growing as the break came to an end and now he was going back alone. You wished you could go with him.
The drive back to your apartment was too quiet but you couldnât listen to the radio because the songs he would have hummed to would only make you miss him more. It always took days, weeks even, to reacclimate yourself to the loss of his presence when he left. It never got easier but the memories made were worth it.
The days dragged by as classes began again and the repetitive routine of life was reestablished. Finally it was the weekend and you could curl up on the couch and watch Loganâs practice on F1TV while you were surrounded by paintings of him. There were two new additions that had come back from Miami, one capturing his happiness as he reeled in a bluefish and the other capturing his perfect features as he sunbathed shirtless, that one was purely indulgent.
âOh no, Sargeant has taken a big shunt into the barriers there.â
Your feet slammed to the floor as you jumped out of your seat and stumbled closer to the tv as if you could reach through it and help, but you were helpless to watch as Logan remained in the car in the middle of the track - red flags waving.Â
âCome on, baby, get out of there,â you begged as you heard his radio saying he was okay, but then the back of the car ignited into flame. You were screaming for him to get out as Georgeâs car rolled by, his hands gesturing wildly for Logan to get out too before he finally was free of the seat harness and jumping out over the halo.Â
You finally breathed a sigh of relief but it didnât last as the camera cut to Logan leaning on the barriers, his head hung in defeat despite the helmet hiding his face. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, you knew exactly what was going on inside his head and you knew you had to do something.
The credit card Logan had given you years ago had been left discarded in the back of your underwear drawer. He said it was for you to use but you had never been with him for the money and even as a broke uni student you hadnât used it once. But this was an emergency, and if you were ever going to use it then you could be damn sure it was going to be spent on him.
One quick email was sent to your professor begging for an extension due to a family emergency before you packed a bag and booked the first flight out to Amsterdam.
With shaking hands you typed a message: Iâm so glad you got out of there, baby. Iâm on my way and I love you so much xxx
You knew he wouldnât be able to reply for a little while since he would have to get back to the team garage, and there would be other responsibilities first like having a medical check and debrief, but you sent it anyway along with the flight numbers so he knew where you would be and when. It was going to be a long day with the 13 hours of flights plus the change in timezone but nothing was going to keep you from getting to Logan before the race tomorrow.
â
A stranger with a whiteboard greeted you at the airport and the exhaustion of the trip faded away when you reached the paddock with a pass in hand and stepped into the Williams garage. Bodies of mechanics moved in sync as they rushed around the car preparing it for the race that was due to start in a few short hours but it was one man that was standing among them that drew you closer.Â
âLo,â you greeted softly behind him on raised tiptoes.Â
A wide smile split his face as he turned to embrace you, lifting your feet off the ground as he buried his face in your neck. âHellow, sweetheart,â he breathed against your skin before inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume.Â
Your hands tightened on his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. âAre you okay?â
He pulled back and his smile faltered. âIâm better now that youâre here.âÂ
You reached up to trace the curve of his cheek where his smile had been but his team principal called his name before you could feel the shadow of his beard on your palm. âCan I borrow you for a minute?â he asked Logan before spotting you, a flicker of surprise on his face. âHello, Y/N, itâs lovely to see you again.â
âYou too, James,â you replied politely before stepping out of Loganâs arms and giving him a little nudge in the right direction. âIâll wait over in hospitality.â
Logan spent what time he could with you, reassured by the feel of your arms wrapped around his neck and your cheek pressed to his as you sat on his lap in the single chair that furnished his driver room. The thin walls did little to dampen the noise of the motorhome and the crowd beyond but for a few minutes Logan could forget it all and the pressure that came with it - until the clock ticked away the precious minutes alone and reality returned.
âI have to score a point today,â he whispered like he was confessing a sin and he tipped his head back to stare at the roof. âNo point, no seat. That's the deal.â
âCan they do that with your contract?â
âThey can do whatever they want, sweetheart. Iâm lucky they let me go this long without contributing.â
You cupped his face and tipped it forward so he was forced to look you in the eyes. âThere are more ways to contribute to the team than just scoring points. You spend hours in the simulator every week so they can get their precious data.â
âAnd then I go and cost them $250k when I crash,â he laughed humorlessly and dropped his forehead to yours. âI think this is it. Iâm tired and itâs so hard to enjoy it now. Thatâs the worst part out of all of it. I used to like my job, it was all I wanted to do.â
Your thumbs caught the tears that clung to his lower lashes. âWhat do you want now?â
âI honestly have no idea, I just know I want to be wherever you are.â
A knock at the door interrupted the promise you were going to make and someone in a Williamâs shirt said it was time to head back to the garage before ducking back out of the room.
âI love youâ you whispered between the kisses you traced across the bow of his lips. âI want you to go out there today and forget James and points and all that stuff and just enjoy the race. I have watched you give everything to this team but today I want you to be selfish, okay? Enjoy it out there or itâs all for nothing, no matter the outcome. And when you get out of that car I will be waiting for you, arms wide open.â
Logan closed his eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss that left you both breathless. Resolute and proud, he stood up and placed you on his feet before grabbing his cap and slapping it on his head. âIâll see you at the finish line.â
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the boy is mine | k.mg
pet play w mingyu
pairing: kim mingyu x reader, readerâs best friend is yuqi! ((g)i-dle) also cheol lol
wc: 5.6k (can you believe i cut it down?)
genre: strangers -> fucking, smut, little cracky at some parts
synopsis: when one of your best friends (who also happens to be a frat bro), seungcheol, invites you to his halloween party, you hesitantly accept. you were never really the party type⌠but one guy, one of his new friends to be exact, might single handedly change that.
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a/n: ......heyyyyy... no one hate me. i know im almost a whole month late ): prepping for the svt concert took more time than i anticipated, i live in america so... yeah all that happened, work got in the way, i had a lot of yap days with my wife @jenoslutie which has been so nice!! <3 and i JUST (literally today) got back from visiting my bestie @goblynnrockz for their birthday :p BUT in between all that, i managed to finish this bitch. (pun intended) ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. and if it seems like its eluding to there being a potential relationship between mc and gyu, well... maybe there will be in the future ;p
(P.S. you must picture long, wavy haired mingyu in this :3 more like the pic on the right. i just put the lolla pic bc it fits the vibe you CANNOT argue w that lol okay imma stop yapping now. ENJOY LUVLIES!!!!)
you werenât the party type, but when one of your best friends, seungcheol, invited you to his fratâs halloween party with a nearly quivering bottom lip, you couldnât say no.
âyou have to let me bring whoever i want as my plus one.â you deadpanned while crossing your arms.Â
âso youâll go?!â he nearly squealed.Â
you sighed before nodding with an annoyed, âyes.â
âfuck yeah!â he yelled before swooping you up in a big hug. you couldnât help the laughter that erupted from your chest.Â
you loved when cheol got all giddy. it was such a silly contrast to his wide, strong build, and thatâs always been so enduring yet hilarious to you. you didnât think anyone else like him existed in real life.Â
until you met him.Â
âremind me again why you are dragging me to a party?â your best friend, yuqi, chuckled out from the passengerâs seat of your car.Â
you took the last right before reaching the house. âcheol asked nicely and⌠iâve been needing an excuse to wear these boots,â you smiled, looking for a parking spot.
yuqi silently pointed to a spot on the street, and as you parked, she went on. âi just canât help but wonder why cheol wanted you to go so bad like⌠he knows youâre not a partier.â
âhe wants me to get out of my shell more.â you shrugged, getting out of the car.Â
âwell youâre definitely out of your shell, fucking look at you. a full latex outfit and tits out? girlâŚâ yuqi gawked at you for a moment.
dressing as blackcat was far out of your costume comfort zone. normally you went the horror route. billy the puppet, jennifer check (in the prom dress with the contacts, blood and all), freddy krueger, etc. so, wearing a latex set that left nothing to the imagination except for any ink you may have on your skin was out of character, but you wanted to spice it up this year.
âi think the little mask helps be feel a bit hidden,â you giggled seen as itâs a thin black eye mask, not hiding who is under it at all. yuqi jokingly scoffed and you then took the attention off yourself. âlook at you, catwoman. you look devious with that whip,â you cooed, then took her hand in yours and gave her a spin on the sidewalk.
âoh stop it,â she blushed. âletâs get inside before it starts getting too crazy.â
you two walked in practically attached at the hip. you scanned the front room for cheol, yuqi doing the same. âah! there he is,â she pointed toward the kitchen.
you looked over, immediately making eye contact with him. he waved you guys over to stand with him and some frat bro you didnât recognize.Â
ây/n!â he greeted you with a bear hug, unfazed by your tits practically spilling from your top. âand yuqi! hey long time no see!â he said sweetly, giving her a side hug.
âhi! itâs good to see you, cheol,â she giggled.Â
âare you gonna introduce us?â you motioned to his friend beside him and smiled.Â
the friend smiled and reached a hand out, âhey, iâm chan! nice to meet you both.â after shaking both of your hands, a warm smile across his face, he turned around to finish concocting a drink for himself.Â
âyou know we have a spare room. if you guys want, you can have some drinks! chan makes a mean lemon drop.â cheol offered you both.Â
yuqi got a devilish smile on her face, âdonât mind if i do, fred. one lemon drop, please, daphne!â she giggled leaning backwards on the counter next to chan, watching what he was doing over her shoulder. she faced forward after a moment and motioned her head toward you. âwhat about you miss latex?â she smirked giving you a once over. the girl wasnât even drinking yet and she was already getting flirty. typical. (<3)
âdonât even let her answer that,â seungcheol quickly intervened. âmake blackcat a drink, please. the pretty lady deserves it,â he grinned, wrapping an arm around you.Â
âwell thank you, cheolie⌠but deserve it? for what?â you asked cutely, looking up at him.Â
âputting up with my bitchass. thank you for coming tonight. iâm glad you did,â he stated sweetly, giving you a kiss atop your head. you just leaned into him, silently telling him âyouâre welcomeâ and âme tooâ.Â
âwhatâs up?â you look over at chan whoâs finishing your drink up, and heâs got his phone between his ear and shoulder. âoh shit okay! weâll be right out!â he hung up, sliding the phone in his pocket, then turned around handing you your drink. âpretty lady,â he smiled. âcheol lets go. that was vernon, theyâre outside.â he said, patting cheol on the shoulder, making his way out of the kitchen hurriedly.Â
âokay! you two wait right here, iâll be back.â seungcheol requested, then ran after chan.Â
âoh god,â you walked forward to the counter and turned so your back was leaning on it with yuqi. you two looked out from the kitchen, into the crowd of people that had seemingly gotten significantly larger since youâd arrived minutes ago. âtheyâve all gotta be members of the mystery inc huhâŚâ you trailed off.
âi wonder what poor guy they got to be scooby,â yuqi empathized.Â
âi bet itâs soonyoung.â
âbe so fucking for real, y/n. heâs a fucking tiger every year,â yuqi said pointedly. she was right.Â
just then, the room got significantly more quiet meaning- oh those boys and their group entrancesâŚ
it was never anything elaborate, but they did have to make their presence known. cheol almost always walking in first as the rest of the boys followed.Â
you and yuqi made your way out of the kitchen to the living room, disregarding cheolâs words from earlier. you two managed to push toward the front of the swarm of people that were gathered near the door. shouts then could be heard from all over, praising the commitment of all the boys. first was cheol as fred, then chan as daphne walking alongside wonwoo as velma, and last but not least vernon as shaggy with⌠not soonyoung as scooby. âwho the fuck is that?â you nearly drooled leaning over into yuqiâs ear.Â
âwonwoo?â she suggested.Â
âno, dumbass, obviously i know wonwoo⌠whoâs scooby?â your voice dropping a cool octave or two in curiosity.Â
âi donât know but⌠fuck is he fine,â she said bluntly.Â
you both had your eyes locked on him until yuqiâs gaze redirected to wonwoo⌠her main interest right now and always. âif youâll excuse me,â she hummed, grazing a hand across your shoulder and handing you her whip as she strolled forward toward the tall boy wearing thicker framed glasses than normal.
you made your way back to the kitchen to wait for one of your friends to come back, knowing one of them would find their way to you.Â
or so you thought.Â
someone did definitely make their way to you, but it wasnât cheol, yuqi, or even chan.Â
âi didnât know blackcat carried around a whip,â scooby shot you a cheeky smile while reaching beside you on the counter for a drink.Â
you smiled, leaning your hip on the counter to face him. âshe doesnât, but cat woman does and she needed me to hold it for her.â
âwell⌠iâm glad she needed you to because it gave me an excuse to talk to you.â you both chuckled, your face getting flushed. he turned, mirroring your position against the counter. âiâm mingyu. i just joined the frat,â he explained rather shy in comparison to his confident demeanor that he approached you with. it was charming.Â
âwell hello mingyu,â you chuckled, chugging the rest of your lemon drop. âiâm y/n. iâm friends with cheol.â
âoh no way! youâre like⌠his best friend,â he laughs trying his drink. you giggled watching his face contort at the potency of the alcohol. âhey donât laugh! bleh! but itâs nice to finally meet you.âÂ
âitâs nice to meet you too,â you covered your mouth to snicker a bit more as if that makes it any less âmeanâ.Â
once he recovered a moment later, he sat his cup down and spoke up again. âyou know, y/n, you make a beautiful blackcat,â he complimented, giving you a once over as respectfully as he could. from the minute he laid eyes on you when yuqi had walked way from you, he knew he had to talk to you. your little whip that didnât go with your costume was his perfect excuse, and⌠you looked amazing. that couldâve even been enough of an excuse on its own.Â
your cheeks grew warm at the compliment with his demeanor and tone. itâd shifted to something more sensual than before. his eyes getting darker, but still soft.Â
âthank you,â you smiled before reaching up to play with one of his ears. âand you make an adorable puppy.âÂ
his body stiffened, but it was so subtle you almost didnât notice. you chose to ignore it, moving to his collar. âdid minghao make this?â you asked, tilting your head admiring the well recreated scooby dog tag. you pulled on it a little, as if to test its durability, but really you wanted to see if this was doing something to the tall man before you. sure enough, you watched as he swallowed rather hard under your touch. you wouldnât have noticed had you not been staring at his throat already.Â
ây-yeah he did. heâs really talented,â he said softly, slightly tilting his head back as you took your finger from the collar, and slowly traced it down his chest that was only covered by a thin, tight brown t-shirt.Â
âwhatâs the matter, scooby? cat got your tongue?â you asked in a very playful way, not wanting to come off too strong too fast as you were already mere centimeters away from his body now.Â
when he looked down at you, his eyes were pleading. desperate. like he was silently begging for you to do something more. he couldnât find the words to answer your silly question. instead he sent his eyes to scan your face, lingering longer over your lips.Â
âgyu!â you both jumped back from each other. up pranced soonyoung, but he wasnât a tiger. âand y/n? hey!â he gave you a hug and you squeezed him back.Â
âhey soonyoung!â you gathered your composure far quicker than mingyu who was still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. âa cowboy this year?â you motioned your hands to his costume.Â
âhad to change it up,â he shrugged. âstill got my date, though,â he grinned. you knew it was the stupid plastic skeleton he dragged along every year in the spirit of the holiday.Â
âwell, wherever you set her down, i can imagine she goes way better with this outfit than the tiger onesie,â you both laugh.
âgirl⌠a whip? i donât think blackcat-â
âshutup, i know. itâs yuqiâs. sheâs catwoman.â you deadpanned.Â
he put his hands up as if to surrender, âgot it, no need to use it on me.â you two laughed together again.
mingyu wasnât enjoying this conversation like you and soonyoung were, however.Â
he gently grabbed your wrist while patting soonyoung on the shoulder. âexcuse us,â were the first words to come out of his mouth in the past couple minutes. it came out low and demanding, an extreme contrast from the state you had him in before soonyoung showed up.Â
you looked at soonyoung then shrugged your shoulders in confusion and blew him a quick kiss, whip in hand as mingyu pulled you away. âhave fun!â he yelled after you both.Â
âmingyu, where the fuck are we going?â you finally ask as he's pulling you up the stairs.
âmy room,â he states bluntly.Â
âyour room? why didnât you just get ready here then?â your genuine curiosity taking over.Â
mingyu stopped you both in front of his door. âexcept for cheol and chan, we all got ready at vernonâs,â he answered very matter of fact, then his eyebrows furrowed remembering what he was doing.Â
he opened his door, pulling you in with him. once he closed the door, he grabbed you and pushed you against it, hands cupping your face, instantly attacking your lips with his own. your hand naturally found its way to his long, wavy hair while your other rested on his chest. you slightly tugged at his hair, a groan escaping his lips. you smiled and chuckled against his mouth, knowing exactly how this was gonna end, despite his attempts at taking control of the situation.Â
he ignored your cockiness, moving a hand to the zipper of your top, toying with it just to be a dick. after about 10 seconds of that, you decided it was enough.Â
âwhy donât you be a good puppy and unzip me already,â you pull on his hair hard enough to pull him away this time. his eyes desperately searched yours, not understanding, himself, why every time you called him that, it made him feel weak in his knees.Â
âo-okay,â he stuttered before unzipping your top the rest of the way. his mouth hung open at the way your tits broke free from the tight latex. âgod..â he whispered. eyes still locked on your chest, he tried to speak, âc-can i please-â
âyes,â you breathed, not letting him finish his sentence, knowing exactly what he wanted.Â
mingyu wasted no time, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, desperately sucking on the skin as if his life depended on it. a low groan escaped your lips as you finally dropped the whip on the floor, and moved that hand to his back, lightly scratching at him through the thin fabric of his shirt. he moaned against your chest, sending a chill down your spine.
âon your knees,â you demanded. he pulled away from your chest with a rather puzzled expression on his face. âdonât make me say it again,â and with that, he practically dropped to the floor, looking up at you with the most beautiful eyes youâd ever seen. âgood boy,â you praised, petting his head between his ears. you walked over to his bed, sitting yourself down at the edge of it.Â
âcome,â you said gently. mingyu started to stand up. ânuh uh,â you stopped him. âon all fours.â
âi- but i-,â he tried to protest, stumbling over his words.
âcrawl. or iâll walk out that door right now,â you threatened.Â
he immediately got back on his knees, then bent forward, using his arms to help him crawl over to you. he didnât break eye contact as he made his way to where you sat on his bed, your legs slightly opened. you leaned down, reaching in between your legs for his collar. you hooked two fingers underneath it and pulled him forward. he wrapped his arms around your waist, knees still planted on the floor as he looked at you longingly.Â
âwhat a good puppy,â you cooed, moving your hand from his collar to his hair along with your other hand. you petted him right next to his ears on either side of his head. he hummed, tilting his head to the side, you moving your hand so he could rest his face on it. you thought this was just gonna be a typical dom/sub dynamic, but you quickly started realizing that it was far more than that.Â
you leaned down giving him a soft kiss to his lips, making him crave more. he moved his hands up to your face, pulling you back down. you both hungrily attacked each others lips, breathing in every bit of the other. âwhat the fuck are you doing to me,â he growled between kisses. to be quite honest, you had no idea either. you didnât even know this man, really.Â
âget on the bed,â you demanded, out of breath. he mumbled, âokay,â then stood up and sat in the middle of his bed. âlay down, obviously,â you deadpanned. he felt like an idiot as he laid himself down. he watched you with big eyes as you crawled up his body. you sat yourself on top of him and reached to hook your fingers under his collar again. you used it to pull him up to your level.Â
âtake your stupid shirt off.â he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. you ripped it from his hands and threw it across the room to god knows where. you pushed him back down, diving after his neck with your mouth. his back arched slightly from the bed as a whimper escaped his lips. as your teeth sunk into his skin, beginning to suck, his chest pressed against yours.
he knew it wasnât physically possible for him to get closer to your body, but he could try. he was desperate. he craved your warmth. he craved you. a complete stranger. ây/n, please,â he whined.
âplease what?â you whispered into his ear, then proceeded to kiss down his neck to his chest. all he could do was make pathetic little noises in response. âcmon, use your words like a good boy, huh?â you cooed looking up at him. you traced your fingers over his large pecs sending chills through his whole body.
âf-fuck,â he threw his head back into the pillow. âfuck me, y/n, please!â he panted, grabbing at the sheets beneath him.
âyouâd like that, wouldnât you?â you teased as you slipped a hand under his pants, grabbing him through his boxers. you couldnât help the sigh that escaped your mouth when you felt how big he was. he looked down at you with flushed cheeks, embarrassed at how easily he was being turned on by your words alone.Â
âi- i would love that, y/n,â his eyes were so desperate, so needy. âc-can i take my pants off?â god, he was so obedient. it excited you beyond your own comprehension. before you could even think about it, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and started shimmying them down his thick, muscular thighs.Â
âfuck,â you mumbled under your breath. the tent in his boxers was intimidating to say the least. you sat on his thighs as you pulled his cock out, admiring the way it grew even more at your direct touch. mingyu was panting like a bitch underneath you and you hadn't even started stroking him yet. âeasy there, big boy,â you giggled at his uneasiness. as you started pumping him with one hand, you used the other to stabilize yourself above him.
a deep groan ripped from his throat as he screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. âdoes that feel good, puppy?â you asked innocently. mingyu whimpered and looked into your eyes again, mere inches away. he used all his extra strength to push his head up to capture your lips with his. this kiss was far deeper than the others. it felt⌠more intimate than before.
âplease y/n i need you,â he whispered against your lips. honestly, you needed him too, so instead of continuing the torture any longer, you got off the bed to remove your top completely, and took your pants off. before getting back on top of him, you pulled his pants the rest of the way down, then stood at the edge of the bed, gawking.
this manâs body was godly. skin the perfect shade of gold, soft muscle curves, the slight glisten on his skin as the moonlight from the window reflects off of his sweat. and his face⌠fuck, his face. the way his eyes glisten with lust and need, his lips swollen and slightly parted as heâs nearly drooling, waiting for you to do something, and to top it all off, his puppy ears on his head with the collar on his neck making him all the more irresistible.Â
you climbed back on top of him, his eyes not leaving yours, whether you were looking back at him or not. he only looked away when you started grinding your soaked cunt against his cock. he watched intensely as your slick coated him from top to bottom, his tip leaking precum each time you slid forward. âready for me to fuck you, gyu?â you nearly whined out, your hands firmly placed on his chest to balance yourself.
âb-been ready, mo-â he stopped himself. âfuuuck please, y/n, please.â he begged.Â
âwhat a good fucking boy you are. donât even have to ask you to beg.â you lifted yourself, and as if there was a form of telepathy happening, he reached down to lift his cock straight up, ready for you to do nothing but line yourself up and sink down in him. however⌠you both knew that was going to be painful for you. your nails began to dig lightly into his chest as you slowly sunk yourself down on him. a long string of whimpers falling from your lips while he gripped your hips, helping you steady yourself as you now sat all the way down on his cock. you swiveled your hips a couple times before slowly lifting them and slamming back down onto him without warning. a gasp escaping your own lips.
âah! Fuck!â mingyu cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows again. the grip he had on your hips only tightened.
you moved your hands to his neck, applying only slight pressure as you started moving up and down on his cock. his breathing became sporadic, and you could feel his veins on his neck starting to bulge under your fingers as you started to pick up your pace. âcollar getting too tight?â you breathed.Â
ân-no,â mingyu choked out. âmmmph~ i like it,â his voice was hoarse, but soft. his hands finally moved from your hips to roam your body. he dragged them up your waist until he was cupping your tits. he started kneading the flesh, licking his lips as he watched your face start to contort with pleasure. you let go of his neck and put your hands on top of his, over your chest.Â
the scene was so beautiful before him, he was growing more and more impatient, needing to chase his high. you threw your head back crying out a âfuck!â as mingyu started meeting each bounce of yours with a sharp thrust.Â
âa-am i doing a good job?â he whined, âdoes it feel good?â all he wanted was your validation and praise.Â
ây-yes~ fuck- such a good boy for me,â you cooed as stable as possible. you brought a hand down and combed your fingers through his hair right below his puppy ears. his thrusts slowed and so did you. you hadnât realized how much of the âfuckingâ was being done by him now instead of you. he hummed and closed his eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair again. both of your movements came to a complete stop. nothing but cockwarming and heavy breaths while you petted the pretty boy beneath you.Â
once he opened his eyes, you gave him a soft smile and he nestled his face into your hand. looking up at you with those puppy eyes, the next words that came out of his mouth were jarring to say the least. âw-will you sit on my face? please?â you couldâve sworn he batted his lashes too.Â
you giggled before teasing him, âare you seriously asking to pleasure me right now?âÂ
âno im fucking begging, y/n please.â he whined.Â
âwell, when you beg like such a good boy, how could i tell you no, hm?â you hummed before moving your hands to his headboard, climbing up his body, stabilizing yourself over his face.Â
he wasted no time trying to attack your core with his tongue, but you didnât want to let him have it that easily. you moved a hand down to tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. ânuh uh. stick out your tongue,â you demanded.Â
âw-what?â his eyes were big with uncertainty.Â
âdid i stutter? stick out your tongue and stay like a good puppy.â you spit at him, no patience left in your voice.Â
so, mingyu did just that. slowly but surely he opened his mouth wide, laying his tongue out for you like the good boy he was.Â
you lowered yourself back down onto his tongue, slowly moving your soaked cunt back and forth. he just looked up at you with such adoration in his eyes, but tongue out like an absolute idiot. it was driving you crazy.Â
mingyu was going arguably more crazy, though. he wanted to devour you. taste every single inch of you, and lap up every last drop of your arousal like there was no tomorrow.Â
you let out a whimper that drove him over the edge, and he couldnât contain himself anymore. he brought his strong arms up, wrapping them around your thighs, locking you in place on his face. you gripped onto his bed frame tighter as he began to suck on your clit with such vigor, you almost came on the spot.Â
fuck heâs good at this.Â
he then started fucking his tongue in and out of you, using his own strength alone to bounce you up and down slightly on the muscle.Â
âmmph~ fuuuck~ mingyu please, donât stop,â you pleaded, knuckles white from holding onto his headboard for dear life. who was he to deny you? he moved one of his hands from your thigh to the bundle of nerves above where his tongue was fucking in and out of you. as soon as he started rubbing gentle but fast circles on your clit, you knew you werenât gonna last long. the familiar knot in your tummy forming far faster than youâd like to admit.Â
âp-puppy iâm c-close. gonna make me cum,â you half panted, half wailed.Â
he moved his mouth away to talk, fingers still working on your clit.Â
âcum for me please baby, cum all over my tongue,â his voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone. he went back to tongue fucking you and your grip on his headboard became so tight you thought you might break it.Â
âgyu! fuck! iâm- fuck!â a wave of pure euphoria flooded your whole body faster than you could comprehend. mingyu lapped up every last bit of cum dripping from your cunt.
âjesus christ,â you panted.
âokay y/n, all fours.â
âwhat?â you looked down at mingyuâs big brown eyes in complete shock.
âi- iâm sorry please can i fuck you on all fours?â
âmingyu iâm not worried about how you wanna fuck me-â
âthen, please? can i? Iâve been a good boyâŚâ
âyou definitely have,â you reassured, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. âi just donât know if i have the energy for that right now.â
âyou donât have to do anything, just- y/n just let me take care of youâŚâ his voice was so soft and genuine. nothing like you were used to from a hookup.
âfine⌠then can i just lay on my back?â you both chuckled.
âwhatever you want.â
once you guys repositioned yourselves, mingyu on top of you for the first time tonight, you couldnât help but let your mind race. i could get used to this view⌠y/n stop itâs just a fucking hookup, youâll only ever see him again in passing. but his voice⌠the way heâs speaking to me is so⌠sweet⌠so? heâs probably just fucking pussy whipped. and pussy whipped he was, but it wasnât that simple.
âare you ready, baby?â his eyes scanning yours intently as if to catch any trace of uncertainty that may reside in your eyes.
ây-yes. at least i hope,â you giggled. a fangy smile gracing his face. fuck, his smile.
as mingyu started to push himself into you, you winced at the stretch. it was almost like heâd gotten bigger since you were on top of him earlier. âah~ fuck gyu,â you whined.
âtoo much? do you want me to stop?â
âno, no please donât stop,â you just gripped onto his arms and closed your eyes.
a couple seconds later and he finally bottomed out, causing both of you to let out a string of low moans as you both adjusted to the feeling of his rather fucking huge dick inside of you. (how else was i supposed to word that like câmon now)
within a minute mingyu was drilling into you at an animalistic pace. the grip you had on his biceps probably close to breaking skin with your nails. your back arched at its limit. both of you sounding like you're in one of the most hardcore pornos ever filmed. the bed creaking, slamming into the wall⌠you get it.
the rest of the world had completely withered away at this point when suddenlyâŚÂ
BANG BANG BANG! âjesus christ, mingyu! that you in there?â seungcheol⌠fuck.
mingyu stilled all movement, âuhhh yeah⌠what do you want?â he dropped his head onto the pillow right next to your head. you couldnât help but giggle.
âSorry.. just uh⌠have you seen y/n?!â he yelled from the other side of the door. mingyuâs head shot up, both of you looking at each other with complete panic in your eyes.
âyou could⌠you could say that iâve seen her⌠yeah?â mingyu yelled back, wincing as he awaited his response.
when seuncheol didnât answer right away, you decided to speak up. âhi cheolâŚâ you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you.
âyouâre fucking kidding,â seungcheol scoffed before walking away yelling, âyou two fuckbirds have fun!â
you and mingyu just laid there for a second before bursting out laughing.
âokay that was embarrassing,â you covered your face.
âoh donât act like you didnât like it,â he grinned, leaning down to start kissing on your neck. âyou think i canât feel how much wetter you got?â he bucked his hips into you without warning, making you yelp. he just chuckled, lifting his head up to look at you again.
your mouth was hung open like an idiot, unsure of how to respond, actually embarrassed now.
âlook whoâs the tough guy now, huh?â he taunted, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you again. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached for his hair. sensing that the puppy fun would be ending now, you tried to focus your vision enough to unclip the ears from his hair and throw them elsewhere in his room. âoh, are we done with those now?â he asked in such a bitchy tone, you couldâve slapped him back into his submissive state, but you were over the playing now.
âmingyu, just fuck me,â you panted now able to put your hands in his hair how you please.
âthatâs no way to get what you want now, gorgeous.â
âmingyu, please just fuck me already!â you whined, wrapping your legs around his torso.Â
the groan that escaped his lips at that action was inhuman as he sped back up to his pace from before, however, far harder.Â
âfuck! Mingyu!â you cried out, unable to do or say anything else.
âwhat? wanted me to f-fuck you, no?â he teased, stopping to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, then removing your mask in one quick motion before pounding into you again. the new angle pushed you to your limit once again, far too fast for your own sanity. âlet go for me again baby, i can feel it. youâre c-close arenât you?â he cooed softly in contrast to his brutal movements. âtouch yourself for me,â he breathed.Â
you moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing away at the bud while your other arm moved to his back, pulling his body closer to yours as you reached your high. the close proximity bringing his clingy self closer to his own breaking point.Â
now forehead to forehead, the knot in your stomach about to snap, you moved your other hand up to his back, fingertips lightly pressing into the skin. mingyu brought a hand to your neck, holding it gently, but firm as he railed into you for the last few times.Â
â-m cumming!â you cried, now digging your nails into his back.Â
âfuck!â he growled at the lovely sting of the scratches you were leaving. your cunt fluttering around his cock however was the final straw. âah~ baby~â he groaned before crashing his lips into yours as his orgasm hit.Â
âso⌠you always have wipes conveniently available on your nightstand?â you giggled, curled up in his arms under his blankets.Â
âyou know, it was actually pure luck,â he started. âcheol did a grocery run today and when he brought me my bag there were a couple of our toiletries and i was gonna go put them in the bathroom bu-â
âhey, gyu?â you looked up at him.Â
âyeah?â
âshhhhhâŚâ you smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down on his chest.
he kissed the top of your head and whispered with a chuckle, âsorry. i talk too much.â
âuh uh just⌠sleepy,â you yawned.Â
how you two managed to tune out the party is beyond anyoneâs guess. he didnât have to run his fingers in your hair for a full minute before you knocked out, but he did anyway until he fell asleep himself.Â
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Moth To A Flame
Rafe Cameron x reader
Warnings: mentioned underage drinking, toxic!Rafe, implied drug-use, manipulation
Rafe gets Topper's girl under control...
"Get your bitch under control." Rafe snapped at his friend, rolling his eyes at your sorry state.
Topper kept quiet, trying to get you to drink the cup of water he held to your lips but you slapped his hand away.
"Fuck you, Rafe." You slurred, eyes blurry as you stared up at the tall figure that stood behind your boyfriend.
He took a threatening step towards you but Topper quickly intervened by placing a hand on his chest.
"Don't touch her bro."
"He already has." You scoffed, leaning your head against the wall behind you and closing your eyes with a painful sigh.
Your head was pounding and your legs weren't working, so the cold floor felt harsh against your thighs. You had been sat, propped up against the brick wall outside the Cameron mansion for about ten minutes now while the boys argued.
"The fuck?" Topper asked aloud at your mumbled words. "What does she mean, Rafe?"
"She's wasted. She doesn't even know what she's saying." Rafe reassured him with a shake of his head. "Just get her out of here. She's ruining my party."
"Yeah, whatever." Topper nodded, running a stressed hand through his gelled hair.
"Put her in my room." Rafe said, looking down at you like you were gum on the floor. "Then come join the party again."
"I can't just leave her there alone. Someone might...find her." Topper frowned.
"Dude, my door locks from the outside too." Rafe rolled his eyes at his friend's hesitance. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and passed them to his friend.
"You want me to lock her in?" He asked doubtfully. "What if she needs help? Wha-
"Fuck sake! Enough with the questions." Rafe groaned out, taking a step back from the both of you. "You're ruining my high. I'm going back inside."
He headed for the patio door but just before he went through he turned back to look at Topper.
"And bro, if you start feeling guilty, just remember that she put herself in this position...and deserves to be punished, okay?"
Topper just sighed and stared down at the keys in his hands.
You were laid out on the soft cotton sheets, lightly singing to the music that played a floor below you.
Although your body hadn't sobered up yet, your mind was coming around.
You felt awful for your boyfriend. Even though you were slightly mad that he'd abandoned you in Rafe's room with nothing but a lamp on and a glass of water, you knew that you'd ruined his night. Again.
What was wrong with you? For the last few weeks, every time you went to a party with your boyfriend and his friends, you lost control and took it too far.
Last time, you said it wouldn't happen again but you knew it wasn't true.
Rafe knew it too.
You closed your eyes at the thought. Shame pommeled your stomach and you clutched it as you felt nauseous.
You were starting to believe he wanted you and Topper to break up now. If you so much as put a toe out of line, he was the first to notice, and the first to tell Topper to 'sort it out'.
At the thought, you scoffed and looked around the room that had become very familiar to you.
He was a very possessive person. It was obvious even through his belongings. The room was bland, but Topper had mentioned one time that Rafe kept most of his possessions locked away in his wardrobe or under his bed.
That's why you'd been pleasantly surprised when he had barely reacted after you started dating Topper.
A year ago, you had met Rafe first. It was for a birthday party at some frat house off the island but he'd also been there because you shared a mutual friend.
You had kissed a couple times and split a cigarette but after you caught him talking to another girl later in the night, you had stormed up to him and demanded he give your number back. Rafe refused but you were good at hiding.
Until your boyfriend introduced you to him 'for the first time' six months later...
"Well, well, well."
You barely had the energy to lift your head, but you recognised the deep voice and didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention as he locked the door behind him.
"Look at you." He mused, standing over you with his hands buried in his pockets, a grin pressed to his face. "Comfy?" He asked with a snicker.
You frowned at him. "Where's Topper?"
"Don't worry. My sister's keeping him entertained."
Your heart clenched at his words and you licked your lips. "He'll come get me soon."
"No..." Rafe drawled out, taking a seat beside you. "I think we'll be alone for a long time."
"Get away from me." You gritted out, shifting your body away but your head spun as you lifted it from the pillow.
"You should relax. It must really be kicking in now."
You frowned at his words but reached a hand out, trying to grab your phone from the nightstand. Rafe saw your actions and tutted loudly. He leaned over your body, uncaring that he squashed you below his heavy frame, and snatched it from your weak grasp.
"You can stop panicking. I won't do anything tonight. I've taken too many drugs." He rolled his eyes and started to scroll through the contents of your phone, already knowing your password. "You got any good pics on here?"
"Fuck you." You muttered with a deep exhale.
"Is this supposed to be me?" He laughed, turning the phone screen to you and you squinted at the bright blue light before your eyes managed to focus on the contact name:
X DO NOT ANSWER X
You would have blocked him but as your boyfriend's companion, it was handy to have his number when Topper wasn't answering.
Your eyes began to get heavy as he took up a relaxed position beside you, resting against the headboard as he had fun on your phone with no regard for your privacy.
His face was lit up by the glow of the screen and your eyelids finally fell shut just as his expression changed to one of elation.
"Bingo." He said lowly and you hoped he hadn't forced his way into your hidden photos.
back from holidayyyyy, just dropping an idea for a series i had in mind...
#obx fanfiction#outer banks fanfiction#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe x y/n#obx#rafe cameron x y/n#toxic#toxic relationship#manipulation#dark rafe x reader#dark rafe cameron
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*strums guitar* you know who would be a total piece of shit, to be stuck up in Heaven fuckin FOREVER with
This douchebag! Gotta get some Adam content out before the finale drops and then I'm sure I'll be back for more then too!
I was listening to "You Didn't Know" again and I HATE this man, and because I hate him and he's an asshole, I can then see his wretched character doing shitty and debauched things
Which then means he's conceptually fuckable and we must discuss
I was sitting and thinking about. Ok in the most dramatic fucking way possible can you imagine being in the courtroom with Charlie as a Sinner Representative because you're dope like that, and Adam just starts fucking beefing with you on sight and you give it right back to him because HOMIE BASICALLY INVENTED MISOGYNY, you're standing in HEAVEN while an ANGEL looks you dead in the eye and calls you a CUNT like I wouldn't fucking tolerate it I'd be screaming at him like a feral beast, "why don't you look at your FEMALE BOSS and say that again, you dickless loser?!"
But can you imagine just having this insane BEEF, you guys are having MUSICAL DIAGETIC SINGING BEEF, and then, like. Either there in court or later on in the plot, hey, everything is good now, Sinners/you can ascend or we can go from heaven and hell and visit our families and everything is good now, yaaay! Or your name was mispelled on a form and it's like oh shit you were supposed to be in Heaven all along our bad and ONLY you are cool to "go upstairs"
And you can't even be happy about it because it's literally "oh cool I DO belong in Heaven!">wait but my friends are in Hell > oh fuck THAT ANGEL THAT HATES ME IS HERE, and sure enough he's standing there at the pearly gates to personally welcome you into Heaven, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, making it EXTREMELY CLEAR that he's basically gonna be stalking you because he wants to personally witness you fuck up and get sent back to Hell where he can kill you himself
Homie is back at base posting photos of you all over the walls like an insane person, "look at this tricky fucking bitch, fucking scheming, fucking planning something, fucking bitch" and even Lute is standing there, ".... that's a photo of them eating a sandwich, sir" and she's like TRYING to see where he's coming from but these are photos of you like SLEEPING and the suspicion that you might act out becomes an excuse to stalk you as he gets progressively more unhinged and perverted and frustrated (in more ways than one)
Let's also just discuss some baseline ideas! Abso fucking lutely do I see him as some, frat boy piece of shit who is always at least vaguely hostile to women so we're discussing female Reader specific ideas. Like imagine he's trying to actually be friendly and be cool with you or maybe you guys even hang out on good terms or whatever, maybe you both play guitar and he likes how you can shred it, and, he's the kinda guy to invite you to hang out and not specify other people are gonna be there so you get there and he's with his buddies and they're all talking about, gross shit like the size of the tits on the girl they last fucked, "oh hey did you sleep with Stacey" "fuck yeah I slept with Stacey you know that slut takes anyone", like, Adam deadass expects you to stand next to him with your red solo cup as they all talk about "the massive cow tits on that bitch" and if you even mildly imply this isn't entertaining "you're just bein a prude babe!"
Like Adam has no self awareness, he'll be saying horrid shit about women and then one of his buddies makes the most MILD of comments about you, "yeah your friend is kinda fuckable" and Adam is like in a RAGE, "hey man, that's not fucking cool! Let's go, outside NOW, fuckin step up, bro!" and he's brawling dudes for shit he's said about their conquests PLENTY of times
Just picturing the idea of like idk Saint Peter or even Emily flying around and they see you sitting on a bench outside far far away from where other people are and they fly down to greet you with the biggest smile, "hiya, how are you?" and you um look at them with such a genuinely dead, depressed, empty expression that they like cannot even fathom it. You're??? Unhappy??? In HEAVEN??? they cannot even comprehend it.
The real kicker is if you started to CRY and look this angel or seraph directly in the eyes as you ask, "can i... go back to Hell? I'm allowed to leave, right?" and THAT'S what raises massive red flags and sends that angel straight to their fucking boss. Sera would be over here, "oh she's having problems with Adam oh that's unfortunate but they'll sort them out -- WAIT WHAT DO YOU M E A N SHE WANTS TO LEAVE????" And,, oh, NOW they suddenly care about how happy you are, NOW they're suddenly willing to help maybe mildly keep Adam away from you. Because why? Because now you're potentially going to damage Heaven's perfect track record, and, geez they can't have you running around DEPRESSED, with your face looking all... ICKY and SAD! What if you made the other darlin-- I mean other residents of heaven sad and they maybe wanted to leave their precious angel protectors too? Huh? Ever think of that?
I love how I was sitting over here "what if like the entire Spider Society was yandere for the Reader" and ever since then my brain is like a puppy chasing treats, "what if I made this entire community mentally unhinged"
Also. Carmilla Carmine and her family + Zestial protecting Reader from Adam or any other angels because đ we can have as many mommies or daddies or fake family members as we want down here and that's the facts on that đ
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"He's just a fuck-boy-frat-bro" Fratboy!Bang Chan x fem!Reader
pairing: Frat boy! Bang Chan x fem!Reader; featuring stray kids, '97 liners in Kpop, TXT genre: college au - enemies to lovers - slight angst but mostly fun! warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, reader is kinda mean but so is Chan, one mention of blood, slightly suggestive word count: 8904
Y/N's POV
Whoever declared the false dichotomy that studying English was âeasyâ did not know the amount of work that went into it. Sure, writing has always been one of my favorite hobbies, but perhaps analyzing the arguments that came into play when it comes to creating effective writing is where my passion lies.Â
âYou know, it would be more effective if you cut out some of the background information. No one wants to read all of that.â
Speaking of arguments.
âChan, can you just shut the fuck up and finish the peer review?â I rolled my eyes. Workshop days were usually pretty helpful especially since I tend to procrastinate while being a perfectionist about my writing. However, the professor just had to assign us pairs today and of course, she paired me with Christopher Bahng. Or as he liked to call himself, Bang Chan. Maybe Iâm exaggerating, but heâs such a fuck boy. Heâs a part of some frat, a string of Greek letters I donât care to remember. Heâs always out partying too with his group of friends. They were so loud when I had the displeasure of meeting them when they sat near me at the library during undergrad as I was trying to write a paper. Letâs just say that I didnât stay in that area for too long. To put it simply, I did not like Chan, nor did he like me.Â
âIâm just sayingâ he began in a sing-songy voice, âCanât you just assume your audience understands the background context?âÂ
He knew how to get on my nerves. âFirst of all Chan, yes. Youâre right. The audience is academic so they probably know what Iâm talking about,â I began as he smirked. âHowever, I only included that much background info to strengthen my credibility. Thatâs called appealing to ethos. Remember that?â
Chan rolled his eyes as the smirk that was plastered on his chiseled face vanished, âYeah, whatever,â he groaned as he started to read the rest of my paper.Â
I suppressed my laughter and looked back at my laptop screen, which displayed the work Chan had for peer review day. As expected, he came in with only an outline for his paper. Probably couldnât get anything down because he was out with the boys, I thought as I began to scan his outline.
I hate to admit it, but as I read further through Chanâs outline, the more I began to see his vision. He was researching the shift in attitude toward mental health in the 21st century and the language behind that, and honestly, it was a great idea for his thesis. The thing about Chan is that he is intelligent. Despite his annoying attitude and lifestyle, he knows how to write a pretty damn good paper about something heâs passionate about. Maybe thatâs why he also found himself in grad school for English with me. I was hoping that heâd go to another university after undergrad, but like me, he stayed for grad school. Just my luck. It didnât help that we were one of the few students who stayed at our school for grad school with the rest of the cohort coming from other universities. Essentially, I was the only person he was familiar with so Chan always found his way to sit near or even next to me in all four classes we shared. Even during our training sessions, he found his way near me. I just couldnât get rid of this guy, but at least I can get somewhat authentic writing advice from him.
âHey Y/N,â said Chan, a suspicious smile growing on his face.
âWhat?â I said, trying to keep my eyes on my laptop.
âYou forgot a comma here,â he said and began to giggle.
I swear if my eyes werenât permanently rolled into the back of my head by now. âHa-ha, very funny Chan. Ever take a look at Beanâs hierarchy like we did in training?â
âYeah, thatâs the joke. Or was that too advanced for someone as uptight as you?â he retorted, the smirk back on his face.Â
âUptight? I can take a joke,â I said, trying to sound confident.Â
âYes, youâre uptight. Iâve never seen you at a party before. You should come with me this weekend,â he said, trying to act suave.
âNow why would I want to go to a party with you?â I said, fully looking Chan into his eyes.Â
âEveryone in this room knows that you have an ass, why not put it to good use?â he spoke lowly and smirked, not breaking the eye contact as I began to feel myself blush.Â
âWhat is fucking wrong with you?â I said, trying to sound angry but it came out more flustered and whiny. I wonât admit it to Chan but wow, does my ass look that good?
âIâm just kidding, we all know Iâve got more ass than you,â he laughed as he went back to reading my paper.Â
âYou know damn well thatâs a lie,â I blurted out, still staring at him rather than my laptop.
âOh? Would you like to prove it to me?â replied Chan, almost a little too quickly. He seemed almost taken aback by how quickly he responded yet still smirked.Â
âI-â Before I could respond, I was interrupted by a notification from my phone. It was a text from my friend RosĂŠ, who swears Chan and I are soulmates because she thinks we are so similar. Thankfully Chan notices me get distracted by my phone and uses that as an excuse to drop his absurd question and continue reading my paper. I couldnât wait to tell RosĂŠ about what Chan just said.
RosĂŠ: ok i know weâre both not into frat parties and stuff but Jaehyun is being dragged to that frat party on saturday by jungkook and mingyu and he wants me to come. You donât have to but do you think you could come with me?
Oh god, she had to be referring to the party Chan mentioned earlier. I thought about it. The worst thing that could happen is Jaehyun getting caught up with his friends and losing RosĂŠ, which I doubt. Jaehyun was truly a gentleman and he was also a part of the English program with RosĂŠ and me. He wouldnât do that to her. But at the same time, these frat parties were unpredictable and what kind of friend would I be to leave my friend in that kind of situation?Â
Y/N: yeah i heard about that party. Donât worry, Iâll come with. But youâre promising me that we are avoiding frat guys especially Chan
RosĂŠ: of course! Weâll just stay with Jaehyun who would prob want to leave early anyway. Â
RosĂŠ: but
RosĂŠ: itâll be hard to avoid frat guys especially Chan with your ass đ¤
RosĂŠ: and his ass honestly. You guys are both hot soâŚ
Y/N: RosĂŠ i swear Iâm not going to the party now
RosĂŠ: NO i was jk. But fr ur hot
Y/N: thank you đsend me the details of the party when you get them. Also what youâre gonna be wearing!
Y/N: OMG speaking of, guess what Chan said
RosĂŠ: omg what
Y/N: he was trying to invite me to the party actually and he said something about me having an ass yet his was still bigger and so I called him out on that statement and he basically asked me to prove to him that my ass was fatter đ¤˘
RosĂŠ: HELP OMG now why would he say that đ
Y/N: cuz heâs a typical fuck boi
I put my phone down because I suddenly remembered I had to finish up Chanâs peer review. Just as I was about to focus my attention back to my laptop, Chanâs annoying voice spoke up.
âWho were you texting?â he asked, so nosy.Â
âNone of your business,â I responded, still looking at my screen.
âIs it a guy?â he asked, before looking up. âI saw the way you were smiling.â
âOh my god, it was just RosĂŠ. Why are you so concerned?â I snapped, regaining eye contact with Chan who smirked once again.Â
Chanâs POV:
My plan is working, thank god RosĂŠâs dragging Y/N along to that party. God, sheâs so fucking hot when sheâs mad, especially at me. Sheâs so funny, all of my friends, her friends, and even everyone in our cohort know that she finds me attractive yet chooses to hate me. Itâs crazy, sheâs the smartest girl I know but sheâs so stupid, denying her feelings. I just pretend to hate her to keep the game going, and itâs been going on since like freshman year. I feel like if she truly hated me, she probably wouldâve reported me or something. Not that Iâd do anything creepy, no, I have boundaries. I just love to mess with her. And perhaps I might also love her.Â
I donât know why I ever admitted that. The boys made fun of me so much.Â
âWait, I know you love to mess with her, but you think you love her?â laughed Changbin among the boys.Â
âWell, I-â I stammered, before being interrupted.Â
âBro, how? She hates your guts!â laughed Jeongin.
âOkay but-â
âI donât think Y/N hates him. She wouldâve blocked and maybe gotten his ass kicked out of here by now if she truly hated him,â said Minho, a matter of factly.Â
âAnd even though neither of them would admit it, they seem like friends. I mean, theyâve had classes together for five years now. And Iâve seen Y/N willingly sit next to Chan all the time. Theyâve even had lunch together a few times! If she hated him, she wouldâve moved seats and ignored him all these years,â added Felix optimistically.Â
âOh my god, are you saying Y/N probably loves Chan?â asked Seungmin, wide-eyed.Â
âYES! Iâve known it all these years. Iâve seen the way she looks at you, all that tension from denying her true feelings. This confused girl loves you!â mused Jisung.Â
âYeah, honestly, if she wasnât in the grad program, I might not have pursued grad school. If that isnât love, I donât know what is,â I admitted, feeling flustered in front of the guys.Â
âOkay, so how are you going to tell her?â interrogated Jisung. Of course, he wants me to do something about it.Â
âI really donât know. I never really planned on it honestly,â I revealed, earning a few dramatic gasps from my friends.Â
âHow about at the party on Saturday?â asked Hyunjin.
âNo, she hates frat parties. But Iâve also heard from RosĂŠ that Y/N can party so I donât know,â I answered, feeling almost hopeless.Â
âWait, Chan,â began Minho, a smirk arising on his features, âWhat if we make Y/N go to that party?â
âDude, no. As much as I like messing with her, I wonât force her to go somewhere sheâs uncomfortable,â I replied somewhat urgently.Â
âNo, not like that. You know RosĂŠ, right? Those two are like best friends. Sheâs dating Jaehyun, right? Heâs in the frat and I know his buddies Jungkook and Mingyu are going to drag his ass there,â explained Minho. âSo how about we use RosĂŠ to bring Y/N to the party?â
âDamn Minho, why do you have this elaborate plan?â chuckled Hyunjin.
âI still havenât gotten back at her for that one time she went out with Jisung,â spoke Minho lowly, âIf this plan doesnât work, at least she gets to see me all up on Jisung.â
âWhoa calm down Minho, it was one date remember? Before we were a thing? I ghosted her after that!â laughed Jisung.Â
God, I remember that. I was so angry when I found out Jisungâs Bumble date all those years ago was Y/N. Granted, that was freshman year, but still! I shouldnât be jealous, but Jisungâs one of my bros even though he has clearly moved on. Iâm sure Y/N has moved on, God, I hope so.Â
âAnyways,â I began, âWhat exactly is going to happen at the party once sheâs there?â
âOH! RosĂŠ should totally abandon her! And then you can swoop in and not act like a pretentious asshole for once!â chirped Hyunjin. âAnd youâll be surrounded by all the frat guys, who are going to be acting like that and maybe sheâll see that youâre different than the rest!â
The room erupted in agreement from the guys and I began to feel myself warm up to their elaborate plan. âYou know what, I think you guys are onto something,â I nodded in agreement as the guys cheered. âIâm going to text RosĂŠ, I know sheâd love to set her bestie up.â
Chan: Sup RosĂŠ
RosĂŠ; oh god what do you want
Chan: ok Iâm being fr rn. But I have feelings for Y/N
RosĂŠ: thatâs the big news? đcome on, we all knew that.Â
RosĂŠ: I mean, everyone but Y/N she thinks she hates you but we all know thatâs a lie
Chan: wait-
Chan: what do you mean???
RosĂŠ: oh um
RosĂŠ: Y/N is literally going to murder me but
RosĂŠ: at our last girls party, I donât know what she was on but she admitted that she finds you hot đ
Wait. What. Y/N thinks Iâm hot? Oh my god!
âGUYS Y/N THINKS IâM HOT!â I blurted out to the guys who all cheered in response.
âYES CHANâS GONNA GET IT!â screamed Changbin as he smacked my back rather harshly.Â
âOUCH!â
âSorry bro, the gains, you know?â
I ended up telling RosĂŠ the plan and surprisingly she agreed on the condition that nothing bad happens to Y/N and that she wonât stop her from leaving if she gets uncomfortable. Okay, fair. And I know Y/N. Sheâs super loyal to her friends so sheâll be at that party either way. God, Iâm so excited but nervous. Sheâs going to look so hot too, I wonder what she looks like outside of her school clothes.Â
Y/Nâs POV
Thank god class was almost over, but why was Chan so concerned with who I was texting? I brushed him off and finished peer-reviewing his outline. Surprisingly, I left a lot of positive feedback but made sure to sneak in some snarky comments. And I corrected his grammar just to be petty. How are you in grad school but canât differentiate between a dependent and independent clause?Â
âHere, damn,â I groaned as I hit send on the email where the peer-review was attached.Â
âAw, you liked my outline!â rejoiced Chan in that annoying voice of his as he opened the attachment.Â
âYou should be lucky that youâre receiving my feedback. Iâm the only one here that would tell you that you suck to your face,â I said as I began to pack up my laptop into my bag.Â
âWell honey, from the looks of it, you found a lot more positive things about my outline than negative,â laughed Chan.Â
âWhatever,â I groaned, âHave you even finished peer-reviewing my draft by the way?â
âAlmost done, Iâll send it to you in a bit,â he said as he started typing once again.Â
âThanks, I guess,â I muttered as I left the classroom.Â
What I didnât know was that my half-hearted âthanksâ caused Chanâs heart to skip a beat.Â
The day of the frat party came by faster than expected. Honestly, this whole week was a whirlwind. Thanks to Chanâs surprisingly helpful feedback, I was able to finish the essay before the weekend. I usually donât drink, but, even being around alcohol can get hungover somehow and I wasnât going to let a stupid frat party be the demise of my grade. Plus, I had to drive back home.Â
Usually, I partied with my close friends and attended quite a few parties during my college career. I wonder how itâs going to be to go to a ârealâ college party, especially as a grad student no less. Maybe Chan was right. Maybe I am uptight. Whatever. I know his dumbass is going to be at that party. I might as well show him what âuptightâ is.Â
With that, I had a fun time choosing my outfit! Iâll admit, it was kinda low-cut. Okay, it was really low-cut but it flattered my good in every way. I havenât worn it in a while but the black blouse was flirty and fun, with the dotted fabric of the arms sheer and the cropped nature of the shirt sitting right at my waist. Iâd pair it with some nice jeans that flattered me. The outfit was far from uptight. And I could tell it would be a real crowd-pleaser based on RosĂŠâs enthusiastic reaction.
RosĂŠ: WAIT DAMNNN OKAY
RosĂŠ: CAN CHAN FIGHT????
Y/N: LMAO thanks but prob not!!Â
Y/N: Iâd rather be all yours anyways đ
RosĂŠ: awww
RosĂŠ: I wonder if Chanâs fave color is black đ¤
Y/N: OH GOD why would you say that đ i hope not đ¤˘
RosĂŠ: LMAO Iâm kidding lol butttt he is gonna see you like that just saying
Y/N: okay and? Not my problem
RosĂŠ: yeah sureeee anyways are you almost at my apartment so we could head on over?
Y/N: Yeah, just found a parking spot. Heading over!
Flipping my hair out of my face, I headed toward RosĂŠâs apartment. Honestly, I was feeling kind of nervous going to this party. What if something bad happens?Â
Outside the apartment building, I saw none other than RosĂŠ accompanied by her boyfriend Jaehyun. Ugh, they looked perfect together, hand in hand and conversing about something they both could only hear. Until I interrupted.
âRosĂŠ!â I yelled, quickening my pace.
âY/N! Youâre here!â she exclaimed, letting go of Jaehyunâs hand as we hugged each other and flooded one another with compliments of how we looked.Â
âDamn RosĂŠ, that ass of yours in those jeans?â I swooned, fanning myself.Â
âAhem.â
âOh! Hey Jaehyun!â I exclaimed, caught off guard by RosĂŠâs quiet boyfriend.
âHey Y/N!â he laughed as RosĂŠ joined him, presumably at my flustered state.
âListen! I wasnât trying to take RosĂŠ away from you! I would never!â I tried to explain, âEven though she was my friend first,â I mumbled that last part under my breath.
âItâs all good! Should we head over now?â asked RosĂŠ as we began to walk toward the frat houses.Â
The walk over to the frat house was longer than we thought it would be, but thankfully we all wore sneakers. The chill of the fall air blew as Jaehyun draped his sweater over RosĂŠâs shoulders. God, they were so cute. I canât believe someone like Jaehyun was technically a frat dude. Come to think of it, RosĂŠ was also in a sorority. Iâm sure they knew their way around these parties.Â
We opened the door just to be met with some frat bro who I quickly recognized as one of Chanâs friends.Â
âSup Jaehyun, I see youâre in ratioâ he smirked as he let us in.
âThanks, Hyunjinâ laughed Jaehyun as he fist-bumped his brother as RosĂŠ and I followed him inside.Â
âRatio?â I asked, perplexed.Â
âOh some frats have this thing where a guy should bring two girls with him to be let into a party,â RosĂŠ explained as I quickly understood despite an even more confused expression gracing my features. I chose not to dwell on it as I took in my surroundings. Of course, red solo cups are in the hands of every attendee. Some of Chanâs friends were setting up some music. Sports were playing on the flatscreen TV. So far, so good.
âHey, Jaehyun!â yelled Jungkook, who seemingly popped out of nowhere.
âJaehyun!â yelled Mingyu, following behind the older one. God, Kim Mingyu and Jeon Jungkook. Iâve always thought they were so hot; I couldnât help but feel a little shy as I scooted closer to RosĂŠ.
Jaehyun greeted his friends as they all clapped hands, hugged each other, and made small talk. I felt kind of awkward just watching them honestly, so I turned to RosĂŠ.
âIâm not drinking tonight, but did you wanna get a drink?â I asked.
âSure, why not? Oh my god you know what I just realized?â she said, eyes brightening.
âWhat?â I asked, ever amused by her.
âYou might actually see me drunk in person instead of over text!â she laughed.
âWait, oh my gosh thatâs so true!â I exclaimed with excitement as she grabbed a drink, making our way back to Jaehyun and his handsome friends.Â
âOh there you are,â said Jaehyun as he turned around, his eyes lighting up when he saw his girlfriend.Â
Before any of us could respond, the house suddenly boomed with music and a certain boisterous voice made himself apparent.
âHELLO ABΊ! ITâS YOUR BOY BANG CHAN HERE!âÂ
Oh no. I expected him to be here but outside of school, heâs going to be ten times more annoying. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sipped on some water.Â
âThe party is just getting started, my boy Jeongin made this fire playlist. Let loose, enjoy yourself, and remember, tag me and follow me on Instagram @gnabnahc!â he smiled into the microphone. All the frat guys began to cheer, encouraging him. I exhaled, just staring at how ridiculous Chan looked, with his white tee shirt, fitted so perfectly against his sculpted muscles. And his black jeans, emphasizing that dumptruck of his. Of course, he was wearing a cap too. Â âLetâs have a great night! And-â Suddenly he stopped, creating an awkward silence despite the booming music.Â
And then I realized. He was staring right into my eyes. I blinked a few times before looking away, feeling RosĂŠ nudge me as she stifled a laugh.Â
âI lost my train of thought!â Chan laughed, shifting the mood back to the energetic one he had created mere seconds before. âAnyways play some beer pong, dance, have fun!â And once again, all of the frat bros cheered as the party began.
I still felt flustered and annoyed, but also powerful at the same time. Did me just standing there make the cocky and confident Bang Chan flustered to the point of freezing up in front of the boys at a party no less? I smirked, though my cheeks still felt warm as I saw Changbin laughing and smacking Chanâs shoulder.Â
âY/N! Did you hear me? Or were you too busy staring back at Chan?â smirked RosĂŠ as she waved her hand in front of my face.Â
âWait what?â I blinked as she and Jaehyun began to laugh.Â
âI was saying you and Chan had a little moment right there! Locking eyes, the world disappearing around you two?â laughed RosĂŠ.
âVery Jane Austenâ added Jaehyun in agreement.
âJane Austen would never write about a frat guy at a frat party no less,â I scoffed, crossing my arms as the couple in front of me shared knowing glances.Â
Chanâs POV
I will never hear the end of this. Changbin is still smacking my shoulder with his sheer strength and keeps laughing at how I got distracted.Â
âOh my god, my abs. Iâm not gonna have to train them anymore because of you!â laughed Changbin.
âWill you quit?â I rolled my eyes at his antics. âVery funny, I got distracted.â
âItâs not even that you got distracted! Itâs who made you distracted! Tell me, what was it about Y/N that made you practically drool in front of everyone? Was it her hair? Maybe her eyes? Or was it her tits- OW!âÂ
âNot now Changbin,â I muttered after I smacked him. God, I need a beer. I left Changbin behind to find Minho handling the drinks.Â
âWe all saw that, dude,â said Minho somewhat apologetically as he handed me a drink.Â
âYeah, whatever,â I said, drinking from the cup rather quickly.
âSo, the plan?â asked Minho expectantly.Â
Right. The elaborate plan of the night. Initially, it seemed easy enough but I didnât realize just how flustered by Y/N I would be. God, how does she get hotter every time I see her?Â
âI was gonna wait a little later into the night to tell RosĂŠ to abandon Y/N,â I explained to Minho who nodded.Â
âWhy donât you go ahead and break the ice with Y/N? I think you acknowledging her early on will show her you have some decency,â suggested Minho.Â
âThatâs not a bad idea,â I replied as I glanced over at Y/N across the crowd before making my way toward her.Â
Y/Nâs POV:
RosĂŠ was too busy talking to Jaehyun as I took in my surroundings once again. The party was beginning to get lively with more people dancing, especially Hyunjin, who was already surrounded by several guys and girls alike. Dancing would be fun honestly, but it would be awkward going up there and not knowing anyone. Just as I took my eyes off the dance floor, I met the gaze of none other than Chan.Â
âOh god, what do you want,â I muttered unenthusiastically as he walked toward me.Â
âSo, you made it? I knew you werenât as uptight as you let on,â smirked Chan as he leaned against the wall, drink in hand.
âDonât you have a paper to write?â I asked, trying not to take in how attractive he looked at that moment. Maybe all that alcohol around me was starting to intoxicate me somehow. He never looks good.
âWell someone provided me with some extra good feedback on my outline the other day,â he began, smiling, âLetâs just say that was an easy paper to write.â
I scoffed, âNo way you wrote twenty-five pages in two days, weekdays no less.â
âOh, but I did. I know you think Iâm just a typical frat bro but I do care about the mental health movement,â he said, cocking an eyebrow up as his gaze bore into my soul.Â
âWhatever,â I said, breaking eye contact and feeling a bit flustered.Â
âAnyways,â began Chan, âItâs nice seeing you here. Nice to see you outside of class, I mean,â he stumbled as his eyes scanned my outfit.Â
It was my turn to make him flustered. âAre you talking about me, or my tits?â I smirked, standing up straighter as he shuffled.Â
âWell, I-â he began, before regaining his composure, âI expected to see your ass, not your tits today.â
âCHAN!â I yelled as he laughed, âWell, at least mine are bigger than yours!â
âThat I can agree with,â Chan laughed, causing me to chuckle and playfully smack his arm.Â
âWe can finally agree on something,â I admitted as I playfully rolled my eyes and he nodded in response.Â
âIâd say weâre finally on the same level of debate,â Chan winked as he referenced our TA curriculum.Â
âYeah, I would say that we passed conjecture so weâre definitely on definition right now,â I said as I dramatically furrowed my brows, pretending to be a teacher.Â
âGod, Iâm so glad weâre actually applying what weâve learned to the real world!â Chan exclaimed, dramatically opening his arms and gesturing to the âreal world��� that was the frat party before him. I hate to admit it, but Chan was actually funny. He knew how to appeal to my sense of humor. As hard as grad school is, these little jokes make me feel like Iâm not alone. As we were laughing, I could just feel the stares of several people burning through the bubble Chan and I created. He could feel it too. In the corner of my eye, I could see RosĂŠ giggling at us. Oh god, she probably took some pictures too. I also felt the knowing stares of Chanâs friends, even Hyunjin who was surrounded by guys and girls had his gaze fixated on Chan and me. Also, did I see Jisung, that one guy I had that awkward date with freshman year, stop making out with Chanâs other friend Minho just for them to look in our direction? What was going on?
Chanâs POV
Iâm glad Y/N is warming up to me, sheâs honestly not uptight at all! As awkward as my first glance, well, stare, at her today was, Iâm so glad she didnât bring that up. Speaking of staring, what is wrong with me? She saw me staring at her tits god I want to die. I mean, she didnât murder me! Thatâs a good sign, right? As fun and lighthearted as our conversation was, how come the guys and RosĂŠ had to be so fucking obvious? I thought this plan was supposed to be low-key, not âeveryone-stare-at-Chan-to-see-if-he-finally-asks-Y/N-out.â I think Y/N is catching on, I mean, I practically feel everyoneâs staring at us. I need to find a distraction, quickly.Â
âAhemâ I cleared my throat, âDo you want another drink?âÂ
âOh, um, yeah sure,â she replied as I snapped her out of her thoughts as we made our way to the drink table.Â
I donât know why I was reacting so quickly but as Y/N reached for a water bottle, something in me told me to grab it for her. It wasnât until our hands met on the same water bottle that I snapped out of my actions.
âOh-â
âSorry!â
âHere, Iâll grab it for you,â I said, handing her the water bottle.
âThanks,â she replied, looking down. Oh god, am I screwing this up? Did I make it awkward? From the corner of my eye, Felix gave me an apologetic smile as I wearily shook my head. I had to fix this.Â
âSo, youâre not drinking tonight?â I asked, breaking the ice.Â
âNope. Iâve gotta drive home but being drunk would be fun,â chuckled Y/N before taking a sip. âYeah? Howâs âdrunkâ Y/N?â I asked using air quotations.
âI donât remember,â laughed Y/N, âThe videos Iâve seen of me in that state are hilarious though. I get cocky, witty, and flirty, so kind of like you on a regular basis. So yeah, I turn into a fuck boy.â
âThat does sound like me,â I chuckled as we sat down on the couch. âWeâre pretty similar, donât you think?â
Y/N grimaced. âRosĂŠ thinks so.â
âOh yeah?â I asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
âYeah, and itâs so far from the truth!â she exclaimed dramatically, âRosĂŠ, come here!â she yelled over the couch for her friend. Ugh. Just when I thought I could get her alone without RosĂŠ having to completely abandon her friend.Â
âYes?â asked RosĂŠ, another drink in hand.
âCome on, sit down and tell Chan about your delusions. About how you think weâre the same person,â said Y/N who scooted away from me, gesturing for RosĂŠ to sit between her and me. I swear if RosĂŠ cockblocks meâŚ
Fortunately for me, RosĂŠ takes a seat on Y/Nâs other side. âYou two are so similar oh my god, Chan you donât even know the full extent,â giggled RosĂŠ as she leaned into Y/N. Ugh. That should be me.Â
âYeah? How are we so similar?â I said glancing between the two women expectedly.Â
âYou both are studying English!,â laughed RosĂŠ.
âOh yeah, I didnât know that!â scoffed Y/N sarcastically as I chuckled.
âOh, oh! Your zodiac signs are compatible!â RosĂŠ smirked as she raised her eyebrows.Â
âOh yeah, youâre a Libra right? October 3rd?â asked Y/N expectantly and I nodded. She knows my birthday?! I donât know why my heart began to race at this fact. (A/N- guys for the sake of the story letâs pretend every zodiac sign is compatible with Libra lol!)
âOh- and donât forget, your MBTIs are super compatible too!â exclaimed RosĂŠ.
âIâm an ENFJ, what are you?â I asked as Y/N looked away and replied (your MBTI). Oh my gosh, ENFJ and (your MBTI) are like, supposed to be soulmates. (A/N- guys for the sake of the story letâs pretend every MBTI is compatible with ENFJ lol)
âOh- and also! Remember the blood drive for the frats and sororities? Youâre type O Chan!â chimed RosĂŠ.
âHow did you remember that?â I chuckled looking between the clearly intoxicated RosĂŠ and Y/N.Â
âIâll let Y/N explain that one!â exclaimed RosĂŠ as she darted her eyes between Y/N and I.Â
âUgh, unfortunately, that means your blood type can be accepted by any other blood type, Chan. So your blood would be accepted by mine,â gagged Y/N, âIâd rather die at that point,â she deadpanned, causing both RosĂŠ and I to laugh.Â
âReally? Youâd rather die than receive my thick, juicy, red blood from these veins?â I asked, making a fist so the veins on my arms would appear. Y/N bit her lip and exhaled as RosĂŠ laughed even harder.Â
âYeah Y/N, I thought you had an arm kink?â blurted out RosĂŠ, who was probably drunk by now.
âRosĂŠ!â yelled Y/N, getting more flustered and looking away from me. I only laughed harder and felt my ego rise exponentially. Sheâs an arm girl? Noted. Iâll have to wear tank tops more often.Â
âLike what you see?â I whispered to Y/N, flexing my biceps. She didnât respond, but I saw the way her eyes lingered.Â
âYeah Y/N! You should feel his musclesâ laughed RosĂŠ as she grabbed Y/Nâs hand suddenly and placed it on top of my bicep
âRosĂŠ!â yelled Y/N as her hand retracted quickly from my bicep. God, if only she knew how flustered I was feeling right now. Before I knew it, I blurted out âI donât bite. Go for it.âÂ
âOh, um. Okay,â replied Y/N as she leaned over and felt my muscles. I tried not to act flustered as she leaned toward me, that blouse of herâs making it hard to focus on her hand on my arm. I swear her skin on mine was something I had been craving for years. âNeat,â she said, retracting her arm but I could see the redness gathering on her cheeks.Â
âWhoa, save some room for Jesus!â blurted out a boy with long, dark brown hair. Behind him was a taller boy who looked somewhat flustered.
âBeomgyu? Soobin? What are you guys doing here?â Y/Nâs eyes lit up instantly at the sight of them. I could feel my blood begin to boil but I had to maintain my composure. I canât let something like jealousy ruin the plan.Â
âYou guys arenât even in this frat!â laughed RosĂŠ, causing the two guys to chuckle.Â
âYeah and? Weâre here for a good time, right Soob?â laughed Beomgyu as he smacked Soobin in the chest.
âOh- Uh, yeah! How are you, Y/N?â asked Soobin shyly. Why was he asking about her specifically? I kept my mouth shut as I glanced at Y/N, who looked somewhat flustered herself.Â
âI didnât think Iâd be here but this one dragged me here,â explained Y/N as she glanced over at RosĂŠ.Â
âOkay and? Youâre having a good time?â stated RosĂŠ like it was the most obvious thing.Â
Everyone chuckled but me, but I tried to play it cool and forced myself to smile at their small talk. Ugh, I just wish these cockblockers would go away!
âOh my god, theyâre playing Rodeo! Soobin, you like that song donât you?â boomed Beomgyu as he gestured toward Soobin. âLetâs get up there!â he exclaimed as he gestured toward Y/N and pulled her from the couch.
âWait this song is so funny!â laughed Y/N as she enthusiastically made her way to the dance floor with Soobin and Beomgyu.Â
And just like that, my jaw was on the floor. How did these two random guys, who arenât even in my frat by the way, just snatch Y/N away from me like that?Â
âOuch,â muttered RosĂŠ as I stared at the dance floor in disbelief.Â
âBro did that just actually happen?â I heard Seungmin say as he took Y/Nâs vacant spot.
âMan, Iâm sorry,â I heard Felixâs deep voice behind the couch as he leaned over to pat my shoulder comfortingly.Â
âHow- She just- I just-â I stammered, still in disbelief at what just happened.Â
âSo um, Beomgyu and Soobin know Y/N from biology class during undergrad,â explained RosĂŠ, trying to help me make sense of this. âSoobin was her lab partner.â Honestly, that didnât really help as I just sighed in response. To be honest, I knew getting Y/N wasnât going to be this easy. If I have competition, so be it.Â
âGive me a minute,â I muttered as I stood up to get another drink. I felt their apologetic stares burn into my back as I made my way to the drinks. I glanced at the dance floor, and of course, Y/N was having the time of her life. God, she looked so hot dancing. Putting that ass to good use like I had said earlier. Just as I was about to look away, an unsightly scene unfolded before me on the dance floor. Why were Soobin and Y/N practically grinding on one another like that? My blood was already boiling, but now it was evaporated by how angry and jealous I felt. I know my face showed that as I made eye contact with Y/N as she smirked.Â
Y/Nâs POV
Ah Soobin, my old lab partner. My old crush. It didnât end up working out between us back in undergrad, Soobin claiming that while he did like me, he just couldnât devote enough time to a relationship. He was a part of many biology related clubs and even president of one. He also had a job on top of all that. Honestly, that was understandable and I quickly moved past those feelings. However, for Soobin I could definitely tell those feelings never went away. Maybe itâs a good thing Soobin studied biology; he couldnât analyze situations like I could. Letâs face it, Chan was being extra good and not annoying today. Thatâs really suspicious, and frankly, I donât know how to react to his good behavior. Admittedly, yes, I was flustered by our interactions throughout today. But heâs just a fuck boy frat bro. Heâs always going to be flirting around, probably in hopes of getting laid. I donât want to be just another one of those girls he fucks for the sake of it. I thought he knew that by now that Iâm not into hookup culture. When Beomgyu and Soobin appeared, it was a perfect opportunity to test out my hypothesis: if Bang Chan wasnât attracted to me like that, then heâd have no problem seeing me dance with another guy. I also just wanted to dance really badly.Â
Also, âRodeoâ by Lah Pat and Flo Milli? The song used in every fuck boy thirst trap and slutty TikTok edits? How could I pass the opportunity to not make Chan jealous with such an explicit song about fucking?
âI wanna feel your body on top of mine!â I sang, eyeing Soobin while swaying my hips as some girls hyped me up on the dance floor.Â
âGo Y/N!â cheered Beomgyu as he pulled out some smooth moves.Â
It seemed like Soobin was getting out of his shell as he suddenly busted out some killer dance moves, slowly closing the distance between us. âLike a rodeo babe!â he winked. I forgot how fun it was to dance, especially with such a supportive crowd. I wonder if someone was watching. I could practically feel Soobinâs warmth behind me as we danced when I locked eyes with Chan who was heading toward the drinks. I could tell he was fuming as his gaze bore into mine.Â
âI wanna feel your body on top of mine!â I sang again, trying to be as seductive as possible in the way I moved, never breaking eye contact with Chan. I donât know where this surge of confidence came from, but god I felt powerful. Maybe this is how Chan usually feels.
Chan blinked back, seemingly flustered and even angry as he looked away and got another drink. He walked out of the front door dejectedly. I laughed as Beomgyu shot me a confused glance but I just waved him off as he continued dancing. As I was dancing with Soobin though, I began to feel guilty. Why the hell did I feel bad for Chan? He didnât own me, in fact, he always went out of his way to make me angry and annoyed. Okay, he never went this far but still. And I practically just used Soobin to make Chan jealous knowing that Soobin still probably had feelings for me. Iâve always chided Chan for being a fuck boy, but here I was playing with his feelings and even bringing another guy into this mess by using him. Maybe Iâm the fuck boy.Â
The next song began to play, and I knew I needed to make things right before they got worse.Â
âHey, Soobin?â I asked over the blaring music as I gestured for him to follow me away from the dance floor.
âYes, Y/N?â replied Soobin as he leaned down to my height so he could hear me.Â
âThank you for the dance, but sorry. I didnât mean to get all up on you. I donât want to lead you on, because Iâve moved on since undergrad. I shouldâve considered your feelings before I did that, Iâm sorry,â I rambled my apology, not really knowing what to say and hoping the damage wasnât already done.Â
âOh,â paused Soobin as he looked down, âItâs okay, I just⌠I just wish I hadnât been a coward and made excuses back then.â
âWhat are you talking about Soobin?â I asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
âWell, you clearly moved on. I always see you with Chan especially since you started grad school. Even at this party, you were with him when I walked in. Beomgyu just tried to convince me to take a chance and try to get you back, but I can see I missed my chance,â smiled Soobin wistfully. âI could tell you were trying to make Chan jealous when you danced with me.â
Well, maybe I was wrong. Soobin read my plan like a book. Why wasnât he in the English program?
âWas I that obvious,â I muttered, looking away from Soobin as he chuckled.Â
âI knew it was too good to be true when you were moving like that. Like you had a point to prove,â chuckled Soobin.Â
âUgh, Iâm sorry Soobin,â I apologized once again.
âItâs okay, I know youâre an asshole now,â he laughed dryly before gesturing to the door, âNow go get Chan. Iâll be okay. Iâve gotta take care of Beomgyu.â
I glanced at the dance floor and Beomgyu was clearly very drunk and happily dancing. Soobin gave me a reassuring smile.
âThanks Soob. Take care,â I smiled back before making my way out of the frat house through the door Chan left from.Â
Chanâs POV:
I shivered as the cool autumn breeze hit me, the hand holding my drink becoming disproportionately colder than the rest of my body as a result of the sudden temperature change. God, why did Y/N dancing with another guy bother me so much? Everything was going perfectly until Soobin showed up. I know sheâs not technically mine but why does the thought of her being with someone who isnât me hurt so much? I get so angry when things donât go my way. What should I do!? I blinked back a few tears as I paced along the sidewalk near the building. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw the concerned texts from some of the guys in our group chat.Â
Felix: hey Chan, are you okay? Iâm here if you need anything
Jeongin: what happened to Chan?
Hyunjin: his genius plan isnât working *insert video of Y/N and Soobin on the dance floor*
Minho: oh my god that bitch
Jisung: okay maybe I was right to ghost her!
Seungmin: yeahhh it was pitifulÂ
Changbin: damn Iâm sorry bro
I sighed, not bothering to reply. I just needed some space to process the fact that Y/N is probably going to leave the party with another guy. Someone who isnât me. Maybe I shouldnât have messed with her as much as I did. Iâm sure it must have gotten old pretty quickly. I shouldâve just been honest with her from the beginning. But no, I just had to maintain my frat boy image. I donât know why, or how, I could be this stupid. I just fucked up my chances of being with the prettiest, funniest, and smartest girl I know. Just as I reached to wipe my tears, I heard a familiar voice.Â
âChan!â
I turned around and was faced with none other than Y/N. Concern and regret painted her features as she gazed into my teary eyes.Â
âChan,â she spoke softly, inching closer to me. âIâm sorry. I was an asshole. I shouldnât have left you like that just to make you jealous on purpose. Iâm really sorry.â
I quickly blinked back any tears that remained and wiped the rest off my face. âY/N, you came to find me?â
Y/N blinked a few times before replying, âOf course. I wanted to mess with you but I could tell that you were hurt. I couldnât just leave you alone.â
I swallowed before speaking, gently taking ahold of her hand. âY/N, I need to come clean. I like, no, I love you. I have loved you for a long time. Since like, freshman year. I only pretended to hate you just to mess with you. I donât know why, Iâm so stupid, I just, I thought that was just how a frat guy should act. Clearly not, I just annoyed you and I donât blame you if you donât return my feelings. Iâve been an asshole to you for a long time, and Iâm sorry,â I rambled, feeling her grip on my hand tighten as I felt myself begin to shake.Â
âChanâŚâ muttered Y/N as she looked into my eyes. God, Iâm so embarrassed.Â
Y/Nâs POV:
I just felt so guilty, and Iâm glad I apologized. Itâs the least I could do. I know Chan loves to mess with me but he has never gone out of his way to hurt me like I just did to him. However, he really did just drop a bomb out of nowhere. Chan loves me?Â
âChan,â I said, squeezing his hand once again to get him to look at me. It works. âI honestly didnât realize you felt that way. Wow,â
âListen, I donât want to pressure you at all to say yes. I just think you deserve to know how I truly feel,â admitted Chan.Â
âNo, itâs not that. I just think that you helped me describe what Iâve been feeling,â I admitted. âI always thought I hated you, but Iâve always been drawn to you. Itâs not the same if youâre away. And Iâm actually kind of glad you didnât go away for grad school because youâre such a constant in my life. Like, I couldnât imagine not going to school with you.â
Chan began to laugh. âWhatâs so funny?â I asked, bracing myself for Chan to probably admit this was a whole prank or something.
âItâs just, I only chose to go to grad school in the first place because you were doing it. And you just so happened to be staying here so I followed you,â laughed Chan, squeezing my hand gingerly.Â
My eyes widened, âWell this is news to me!â
âWhen I told the guys this, they insisted I asked you out. So we made this whole elaborate plan to get you to this party but the plan didnât really go as planned,â confessed Chan.
âOh Chan,â I laughed, âDid you guys think you could really fool me?â
âYeah. So did RosĂŠ,â smirked Chan.
âShe what?â I asked, shocked that RosĂŠ was plotting with Chan.
âSheâs gonna kill me for telling you but yes, I asked her to bring you here.â
âOh my god, thatâs why her text about the party conveniently came during peer review!â everything began to click as Chan smiled. âI mean, that explains everyone staring at us this whole night.â
âThereâs the smart Y/N I know,â laughed Chan, staring at me with adoration which made me flustered.Â
âI shouldâve known,â I laughed dryly, âBut Chan, seriously, I did have a great time with you tonight. And I donât want that to end so, yes, Iâll be your girlfriend I guess.â
âYou what!?â Chanâs jaw dropped as his eyes brightened.
âDonât make me repeat myself,â I rolled my eyes as I pulled him into a kiss. His plush lips I used to despise returned the kiss as he fought back a smile, putting his hands on my waist to draw me closer. We pulled back from one another because we couldnât stop smiling.Â
âGod, Y/N. You donât know how long Iâve been waiting to do that,â mused Chan as a genuine smile graced his features as he put an arm around my waist.Â
âYeah it took you long enough,â I rolled my eyes playfully and leaned into his embrace. âNow do you wanna go back inside to party?â
âIâm happy wherever you are, Y/N.â
Chanâs POV
YESSSS I DID IT!!! Y/N IS MINE NOW! Oh my god, oh my god. All it took was for me to word-vomit everything I had felt about her with a pinch of jealousy to make her my girlfriend. I donât even remember the initial plan because this outcome is so much better. I smiled at the girl in my arms, the one I spent years annoying because I couldnât communicate my feelings. This is what bliss is.Â
Suddenly, my phone began to vibrate like crazy once again.Â
âHold on, I think the guys are texting me,â I tell Y/N as I bring out my phone. I gasp as my eyes widen.
Felix: So uh, I went outside to find Chan and this is what I saw đł *insert pic of Chan and Y/N kissing*
Hyunjin: omg how the turns have tabled
Jisung: WHAT!! The switch up is crazyyyyy
Jeongin: oh god my eyesssss (nice job Chan)
Seungmin: phew Chan is okay lol
A message was deleted by Minho
Minho: Aw finally! (I didnât call Y/N a bitch earlier nooo)
Changbin: CHANâS GETTING IT AYYY
âWhatâs wrong Chan?â asked Y/N as she fished out her phone which was also buzzing with notifications.Â
âJust check your phone,â I muttered in disbelief, but I couldnât help but hold back a smile.Â
Y/Nâs POV
I took Chanâs advice and checked my phone. Maybe something had happened at the party while we were gone? Instead, I found like a hundred notifications from RosĂŠ.
RosĂŠ: AHFEWFEJ WHAT JUST HAPPENED
RosĂŠ: I know you liked Soobin at one point but like
RosĂŠ: omg Chan is actually sad
RosĂŠ: check your phoneee even Jaehyun agrees
RosĂŠ: wait omg
RosĂŠ: *insert pic of Chan and Y/N kissing*
RosĂŠ: care to explain? đ¤
âOh my god RosĂŠ!â I yelled.
Chan POV:
âActually it was Felix who took that pic,â I laughed at her flustered state. Honestly, I love that the picture exists. My first kiss with Y/N. How precious! Â
âWanna go kill them?â asked Y/N, rolling up her sleeves. God sheâs so hot when sheâs mad, even hotter when sheâs mad at other people.Â
âGladly, but first, you never answered my question,â I began, smirking at her once again.Â
âWhat question?â She replied, tilting her head in confusion.Â
âCan you prove to me that your ass is actually bigger than mine?â I asked, cocking an eyebrow as I eyed her behind and began to laugh at her further flustered state. She paused before suddenly moving closer to me.
âAfter I get finished with them,â she muttered, gesturing to our friends in the frat house, âIs when Iâll get started with this.â I yelped from the sudden smack on my butt as Y/N eyed me dangerously, smirking.Â
âOh I canât wait!â
Epilogue:
Y/Nâs POV
Even though I hadnât had a sip of alcohol, I still woke up hungover the next morning in my bed. I groaned at the slew of notifications that had woken me up from my slumber. I canât believe that I woke up as the girlfriend of Bang Chan, the frat guy who had a notorious reputation for also being a fuck boy. I blinked a few times as I opened Instagram only to find the picture of me kissing Bang Chan to be the first post I saw.Â
@gnabnahc last night was crazyyy đĽśđŻđł
Comments:Â
@yong.lixx: photo creds? đ¸ jk so happy for you man
@i.2.n.8: mommy & daddy đł
@miniverse.__: lookin gr8 broÂ
@jutdwae: Ayyyy bro is hard launching rn!
@hynjinnnn: now this is art
@minho_knows: youâre welcome
@han_jisung: yeah sheâs much better with you đ¤
@roses_are_rosie: so the plan worked! đ
@page.soobin: congrats đĽ˛
âż @bamgyuuuu: itâs ok u tried bro đ¤
Ok this was my first ever attempt at writing a stray kids fic! I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this! I know Chan would never be a fuck boy irl but as you can see it would be fun to imagine what that might look like!
#stray kids x reader#bang chan x reader#bang chan x you#bang chan x y/n#stray kids x y/n#stray kids x you#bang chan x female reader#stray kids college au#skz x reader#skz x y/n#bang chan#chan x reader
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You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This.... (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Fandom:Â Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader Summary:Â You and Rhett have a unique friendship. Every time you go out with a group, you end up getting drunk, dancing, and making out with him only to then wind up going home with other people. But what happens when Rhett asks you to dance before either of you has had a drink.... Word Count:Â 3744 TW:Â Fluff, Kissing, Love Confession, Drinking, Mentions of drunk making out, Mentions of drunk dancing, Language Notes: For @ohtobeleah's Galentine's Day Special based on "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This" by Toby Keith (RIP đđ)
Despite the relatively early hour, the bar was busier than usual even for a Saturday night. You had forgotten there was some big sports thing that weekend the next town over so the overabundance of unfamiliar faces blending into the sea of regulars was a bit of a shock when you first arrived with your friends butâmiraculouslyâthe six of you managed to stake your claim on a table not too far from where you usually sat.Â
However, you had struggled to squeeze through the crowd and since everyone else was already sitting when you finally caught up, it was unanimously decided you should fight your way back up to the bar to get the first round of drinks. You put up a brief mock protest before surrendering to the peer pressure, but secretly, you didnât mind. It gave you a chance to scope out the space and see if any of the out-of-towners caught your eye. Your town wasnât small per se, but even in a medium-sized pond, there were only so many fish. So when there was a chance at some fresh blood, why not take advantage?
What seemed like an eternity later, you pushed your way back to your friends and practically threw the beers onto the table before collapsing into the booth. While you had enjoyed watching all the new potential hookups around you, you had also been relentlessly jostled, had beer spilled on your boots, and had three separate guys grab your ass before claiming it was an âaccidentâ due to the crowd. And all just to get a crappy $7 beer. Ridiculous.
As you took your first drink, you finally realized only five people were sitting around the table instead of six. Nudging Parker who was sitting next to you, you leaned over and shouted above the music, âWhereâd Rhett go?â
She shrugged dismissively, her attention locked on some douchy-looking frat bro eye-fucking her from a few tables away. âI donât know. He said something about going to help you with the drinks or something.â
âWell, I never saw him.â
âHeâs a big boy. Heâll find his way back. Or not.â She pointed at the frat bro, signaling the end of her interest in your questions. âWhat do you think about him?â
Without glancing back over, you deadpanned, âI think if you let him even touch you, you should get tested in the morning.â
She rolled her eyes at you before sitting up straighter as she bit her lip and coyly waved at the frat bro, clearly dismissing you.Â
You caught Alecâs eye over the top of Parkerâs head and you both tried to suppress a chuckle. Parker infamously made the worst choices when it came to men and she only dug her claws in deeper when any of you tried to talk her out of them, so it was better to just let her do whatever she was going to do and help her deal with the consequences afterward.
Relaxing back in your seat, you took another long drink from your beer. It was now almost half empty and just the thought of wading back through the crowd for another one made you internally groan. Though you could probably convince Alec to go since you got the first round but that would involvâ
Your internal conversation was cut off as you spotted Rhett pushing his way through the crowd towards the table. Sitting up, you smiled at him. âOh, there you are. I thought you might have gotten trampled by the mob of people or something. Your beerâs getting warââ
âCome dance with me.â
You were taken aback as he thrust out his hand to help you up from the table.Â
It was a given at this point that by the end of the night, you and Rhett would end up hammered, uninhibited, and viciously making out in the middle of the dance floor. Itâs what happened every time you went to the bar: Youâd both drink, youâd both dance together, youâd both get all hot and bothered, and youâd both find someone else to take you home for the night. It was a strange system but it worked. Parker once joked that you were each otherâs fluffers, just getting things ready for your real targets for the night. And while you would prefer to phrase it somewhat more tastefully, she wasnât exactly wrong. Plus, you had found that a lot of guys (and girls in Rhettâs case) loved watching you making out with someone else, rubbing your body all over theirs, just for you to go home with them instead. It seemed as if the two of you werenât the only ones getting fluffed in this situation.
However, neither you nor Rhett ever stepped foot on the dance floor until youâd finished at least three or four beers. He was fairly shy and reserved when sober and you both were very self-conscious of your dancing before getting at least slightly buzzed. Yet you were currently only halfway through beer number one and his first beer still sat unopened on the table next to you. Rhett might have pre-gamed on his own before you, Tara, and Spencer picked him up, but he seemed completely sober so you couldnât imagine what he was thinking.Â
âIâbut weâI meanâŚâ
Rhett smiled as he leaned in close to be heard over the music. âItâs just a dance, sweetheart. It ainât anythinâ we donât do every week.â
âBu-but what about our drinks?â
âIâm sure Parkerââ he took one glance at your friend sitting next to you still making âdo-meâ eyes at the frat boy and corrected his statement ââTara wouldnât mind keepinâ an eye on âem.â
âYou two go,â Tara said, smiling from where she was sitting with Spencerâs arm draped across her shoulders. âYour drinks will still be here when you get back.â
âWellâŚmaybe,â Spencer muttered just loud enough to be heard over the music as he eyed Rhettâs untouched beer.
Tara elbowed her boyfriend with a scowl before turning back to you and gesturing for you to go. Still confused about the change in your routine, you took Rhettâs hand and let him help you to your feet. As he led you towards the dance floor, you turned your head just in time to see Tara and Spencer laughing and shaking their heads as they watched the two of you leave. Then Spencer reached for Rhettâs beer but Tara slapped his hand away.Â
You knew your friends didnât understand this weird arrangement you and Rhett had fallen intoâhell, it barely made sense to you. They were all convinced as they watched you week after week that the two of you were falling in love. They never believed youâre just friends having a little drunken fun.
Not that you hadnât ever considered Rhett as a potential love connection. The first night you met him, that was where you thought things were headed. He had finally had enough of his toxic home life back in Wyoming and was looking for a fresh start somewhere new. So when a contact from his time bull-riding who lived in town offered him a job, he jumped at the opportunity.Â
You met him a few days later in this very bar when you saw him sitting all alone in the back corner. Of course, you noticed his classic-cowboy good looks, but what really caught your eye was how nervous and shy he seemed, his eyes mostly trained on the beer in front of him except when they occasionally shifted around the bar uncertainly. It wasnât as if he were scared of someone seeing him or that he was on the run from something. No. He looked like a kid on his first day of school who wasnât sure of where to sit at lunch.
So, you had gone and sat down at his table with two beers and a friendly smile. It took quite a bit of patience and coaxing, but Rhett eventually began to open up to you. Then, just as you were going to make the move to his side of the booth, your friends found you and asked for an introduction. By the end of the night, Rhett had slipped naturally into the gang and it felt weird pursuing him in any romantic way after that. After all, you could see how much he needed a support system in this new town and you didnât want to take that from him for a one-night fling.Â
Which was why when you found yourselves sloppily making out in the middle of the dance floor a few weeks later and he just brushed it off like it was nothing, you didnât push it or question it. And when it happened again, and again, and again, it just felt like a routine or a tradition and you never looked deeper into it.
But now Rhett had suddenly changed things up and you still had no idea why.
Once you reached the dance floor, Rhett pulled you in close and the two of you began to dance. There were so many people around you that you couldnât move more than a few inches in any direction, but since you usually just rubbed against each other while making out, it shouldnât have been an issue. However, without the usual buzz from the drinks, you were way too in your head about every move you made. Your usual fluid, natural movements felt stiff and robotic, and all you could think about was where Rhettâs hands were or what part of him was pressed against you at any given time. It was a disaster.
The song ended and a soft, melodic tune began to play. Slow songs were pretty rare but they were always the perfect opportunity for another drink, and boy did you need one. You turned to brave the crowd around the bar once more, however, Rhettâs fingers slipped into yours and he spun you back into his arms.
A half grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he saw your surprised face and he asked, âYou rushinâ off already? We just got out here.âÂ
âIn case Iâm the only one who has noticed, Iâm not really feeling this right now. And besides, we donât do slow dances.â
âTonight we do.â He must have seen the hesitation still on your face because he squeezed your hand. âCome on. You can tough it out for one song, then theyâll play somethinâ fast we can move to and youâll get into the flow of it. Otherwise, youâll just be waitinâ in that line for the rest of the night.â
Even pressed against him and over the softer melody of the slow music, the deep timbre of his voice was still difficult to hear but you knew he was right. By the time you made it through the crowd of people to reach the bar for another drink, many upbeat songs would have passed and there was a good chance youâd be ticked off by your waiting experience just like the first time. Instead, you could just stick it out here with Rhett and youâd be back to your usual dancing in mere minutes. And he was probably right. Given a few more songs, youâd probably figure out this sober dancing thing and actually enjoy yourself. So, somewhat reluctantly, you nodded to signal youâd stay.
Apparently, many of the people around you had the same thought you originally did because the crowds around you began to thin out giving you and Rhett a little more room to maneuver. The two of you were swaying together slowly and you have to admit itâs a nice change from your usual high-energy grinding.Â
Then as the music began to swell, he surprised you by spinning you out and when you twirled back into him, Rhett placed his hand on the center of your back and pulled you tight until you were pressed firmly against his chest. You looked upâunsure of what he was doingâjust as his other hand brushed across your cheek to settle on the nape of your neck. One of the colored lights flashed across his face, illuminating the intensity deep within his eyes as he stared at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat as time seemed to freeze around you.Â
But that was silly. This was Rhett. You shouldnât feel this fluttering in your chest or tingling where his skin brushed yours. He was your good friend, someone you had made out with every week and barely gave it a second thought. So why was there this different feel about him tonight? Why couldn't you take your eyes off his lips, why was your head spinning, and why were your knees growing weak? And why didnât you want it to stop?
Then, using the hand on the back of your neck to tilt your head, Rhettâs lips were suddenly on yours.
Electricity shot right through you as every nerve in your body seemed to light up at once. It felt like you had just jammed a fork into an electrical socket but in the best of ways. This was unlike any kiss you had ever shared with Rhettâwith anyoneâbefore. Usually, your kisses with Rhett were drunken, and sloppy, and uncoordinated. But thisâŚRhett was as sober as you ever see him, and every curl of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it all felt so fluid, almost choreographed. As if he had planned for this moment for ages.Â
Your eyes drifted closed as you let yourself sink deeper into his embrace. You could no longer tell if you were standing still or spinning around and around and around as a dizzying fog enveloped your mind. For a few seconds, you didnât even know where you were at. All that existed was you and Rhett and the kiss.Â
But then you shifted, the top of your head bumping into the brim of his hat almost knocking it off, and the spell was broken. Rhett pulled away, fixing his hat, and leaving you clinging to him for support as the world came rushing back to you. The slow song was still playing and crowds of people around you still occasionally bumped into you as they danced, And yet, from the moment Rhettâs lips touched yours, everything had changed.
But had he felt it too?
With your face still just a few inches away from his, you chuckled softly. âYou know, you really shouldnât kiss me like this.â
âAnâ whyâs that?âÂ
âYou might give a girl the wrong impression. Make her start thinking lots of crazy things.â
For a moment, he didnât respond. He just gave you that same intense stare he had just before the kiss and you felt your heart begin to speed up once more. Then, in a voice you could only just make out over the music, he asked, âWhat if thatâs the point? What if Iâm tired of waitinâ for her to figure out how I feel?â
All the air was sucked out of your lungs as his revelation drove into your chest like a fist. âRhettâŚâ
âNoâŚNoâŚâ Before you could process what he was saying, he shook his head and stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides as he released his hold on you. ââm sorry. I shouldnâtâIâm doinâ this all wrong. But I couldnât take another week of you wrapped in my arms, your lips on mine, just to then watch you go home with someone else. I justâŚI just wanted you to know. âm sorry.â
He started to hurry off the dance floor but this time it was your turn to grab his arm to stop him from leaving. His eyes flickered up to yours and you saw that all the confidence and certainty that had been there before had been extinguished, leaving only fear behind. You knew it was the same fear you were feeling right now: fear of this changing everything; fear of this ruining your friendship; fear of what came next.Â
Sliding your hand into his and linking your fingers, you muttered, âCome hereâ before leading him off the dance floor and back towards the rear of the building. There was a separate concert area back there that they only opened for shows so you knew it was one of the few places in the bar that would give you some semblance of privacy.
Once there, you ducked into the empty space and shut the door. You could still feel the vibrations from the music and hear the dull thumping, but it wasnât as overwhelming as it had been before. In here, at least you and Rhett wouldnât need to shout to be heard.Â
Now that you were alone, neither one of you seemed to know what to say or how to start. You both shifted slightly as you glanced at each other. Finally, Rhett rubbed the back of his neck and said, âListen, can we just forget any of that happened? I donât want things to be weird between us and âm sorry ifââ
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you said, cutting him off. âI was just a little surprised by that kiss and what I said didnât come out right. But what I should have said, what I meant to sayââ you stepped forward until you were brushing up against him, placing your hands on his chest. ââwas âyou shouldnât kiss me like thisâŚunless you mean it like thatâ.â
Rhettâs long eyelashes fluttered several times in quick succession and you saw his Adamâs apple bob wildly out of the corner of your eye. Licking his lips, he hesitated for another moment then asked, âAnd if I do? If IâIf I mean it like that?â
Leaning forward, you whispered, âIf you do, then, baby, kiss me again.â
The moment that his lips touched yours, the world once again fell away. If anything, now that you were returning his kiss with the same tenderness and enthusiasm, it was even more intoxicating than the kiss on the dance floor and you never wanted it to end.
Both of Rhettâs large, calloused hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth across your cheekbone. He used this leverage to drive you back a few steps and you soon felt your back bump against the wall. He pressed closer, sandwiching you between the cold, rough concrete and his warm, firm body. Another spark of electricity shot through you and you wondered if he felt it too as you felt the growing bulge in his pants jerk against your hip.Â
Through the haze of the kiss, you briefly considered how far you should let this go. A small part of you wanted to undo his belt right this second and drop to your knees before him, or to slide down your jeans and let him pound into you against this wall. After all, the two of you were still alone and no one would see you. However, the bigger part of you knew no matter how amazing you felt at this moment, this was all very new and you shouldnât rush things. You and Rhett still needed to figure out what this meant for the two of you moving forward, and adding sex right now would just make things even more complicated.
Rhett must have come to the same conclusion because he shifted his hips so they were no longer pressed against you. Then he reluctantly pulled his lips off of yours. His hands slid off your face onto the wall behind you, one braced on either side of your head as both of you stared at one another panting as you tried to catch your breath. All you could do was look at Rhettâs lips and imagine them pressed against yours once more. And from how he stared at you, a hunger pulsing in his blue eyes, you felt he was thinking the same thing.Â
âWhy didnât you do that sooner?â you whispered.
âI wanted to since that first night we met. When I saw how kind, and funny, and incredible you were, I was smitten. But then the rest of the gang showed up and for the first time in a long time, I felt accepted. I was afraid makinâ a move on you would ruin all a that and I figured havinâ you as a friend was better than not havinâ you in my life at all. For a while, I settled for our dances and kisses, but I finally realized I didnât want to be just your friend anymore. So, I took a chance.â
âIâm glad you did because I felt the same way.â
Rhett grinned. âYeah?â
âYeah.â You leaned forward and pressed a kiss into his cheek. âThank you for being the brave one.â
Rhettâs cheeks grew red in the dim light but he nodded as he let his hands fall from the wall behind you. Standing up straight, he glanced over his shoulder. âUm, I guess we should probably get back before we get in trouble for beinâ back here.â
âYeah, youâre probably right. Besides, I wouldnât be surprised if Taraâs sent Spencer out to find us yet.â You pushed off the wall, but as Rhett started to open the door, you stopped him. âRhettâŚwhat happens now? Where do we go from here?â
He thought for a moment before a sly grin spread across his face. Walking up to you, he plucked his cowboy hat off his head and placed it on top of yours, pulling the brim down low over your brow.
Since the night you met him, you had never seen Rhett let a single person wear his hat, let alone touch it. So for him to give it to you, even temporarilyâŚ
You squeezed his hand tightly as you gazed into his eyes, loving what you saw reflected there. âHow do I look?â
âDamn, sweetheart, looks like it was made for you,â Rhettâs voice was thicker than normal as he stared at you. âI shouldda given it to you the night we met, as soon as you sat down at my table with that smile and a beer.â
Now it was your turn to feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Glancing shyly at the floor, you asked, âI love it, but Iâm not really sure how this answers my question about us?â
âWhat do you know about Cowboy Law?â
Thanks to @ohtobeleah for letting me include the honorary Dagger in her event đ I've wanted to write this for a while and it was the perfect motivation to do so
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S1E5: y/n fell
WRITTEN PART -> (1.7k) -> no ss after text
THE TALK TO THE HAND CREW NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING. A live episode in semi-public? No, they've done that in the parking lot of the library. A fundraiser episode? Nope, they didn't even know money could be made from the podcast. A collab with a fraternity? Nooo, Liz and Gaeul are in a sorority.
The fact that Y/n is getting ready for an episode of the podcast is what's shocking the crew. Typically, in each episode, Y/n and San are talking about who dropped down and sobbed because of a failed situationship, so there's no reason to dress up.
So imagine the looks on Yeosang and Mingi's faces (who arrived first to the famous ATZ house) as both San and Y/n exited their car. San with his arms all out and Y/n with pretty pink glitter on her eyes.
âBoth of you go home and change.â Mingi says while pointing off into the distance. Yeosang beside him takes a small second away from setting up the podcast's table to take a picture of the two. âIs that glitter on your eyes, Y/n? I thought we all said no more glitter after that one incidentâ
âThat was san who got the glitter in his eyes. Not me. And it looks nice, doesn't it??â she says with glee, but in response, all she gets is a pained smile from Yeosang and a big laugh from the man next to her. But when she turns to San to glare at him for laughing, the guy quickly turns and narrows his eyes on one of the many frat members nearby. âWoah, is that one of my gym bros?? I gotta go say hiâ
âHow is San not in a frat house?â Seonghwa says from the table that's set up near the podcast's area by the garage. âWe're still recruiting for new members if he's interested.â
âDuring our first year, we interviewed a frat boy, and he told all the hazing stories. San's too scared to join one.â
âOur initiation is an IQ test.. We're not animals, or hoping any will join.â
Seonghwa and Y/n turn to the sudden loud noise as the two see San roaring while pretending to rip off his shirt in front of Jongho. âYeah.. I feel like he'll fail that IQ test..â
With the late arrival of Liz and Gaeul, the first forty minutes of the episode went well. Well, for the content, at least, as San kept on being called by members of the frat to come and join the festivities. Making him actually rip his shirt on camera for âfunziesâ as he said.
And since there was occasionally an empty srat next to Y/n, the crew decided to fill the seat themselves, which is why Mingi is now telling the viewers about the frat house seen behind them.
âIm genuinely not lying to you, Y/n. During the party for the first week of school, three people in this house came up to me and asked me out.â Mingi says with the mic right up against his lips while the sunglasses on his head reflect the look of disbelief on Y/n's face.
âSure..â She nods and smiles as the man in front of her continues to act cocky. âWas one of them your anonymous admirer or..?â
Mingi stumbles on his words while trying to also figure out what words to say as Gaeul starts to speak from behind the camera. âBattery's low, I have to stop the recording for a bitâ
As she stops the camera, Y/n takes the time to look to her left, seeing what the co-host is doing after ditching her. âLook at this guy, our first charity episode, and he's not even helping.â She shakes her head at the view of a shirtless san being dragged over a car's windshield.
âLooks like he's helping the frat, see how many extra bills that car gave to the money guy.â Liz removes her focus from her laptop with the OBS system paused to see what Y/n's talking about.
Yeosang continues to fidget with his audio device before handing something to Gaeul and Y/n. âYour tiktok mics.â The two take the mini clip-on mics with a gasp. âI tested them last night, and the quality is alright, I guess..â
âOh my god, Yeosang.. You didn't tell us you're in love with us what?? I thought you said no to themâ Y/n says as she helps Gaeul clip on her mic. âAs if, I only said no to testing them here. So I tested them myself, you're welcome-â
âWait but what are they going to do with them on when we have perfectly fine mics right here??â
With a slight smirk on her face, Gaeul unlocks the camera from its tripod, battery now changed and points it torwards Y/n with a look. âY/n's interview time!!!â
âOh wait actually?â Hey listeners! Aren't you sick and tired of hearing Mingi go on and on?â
âHey! Whaââ
âWell.. It's time we see what the viewers irl think about this little event!â Y/n makes a little gesture to the camera to follow her as she starts to look around the area.
âOh wait, perfect, let's get an opinion from the vice-president of the frat himself. Mister Park Seonghwa, it's good to meet you.â She sticks out her hand for him to take as Gaeul says something, âWait you two never met??â
âNo. But we're mutuals on Instagram, and it's good to meet you too Y/n. I love what you've done with your eye makeup today, the glitter suits you.â
âOh, stop it, you sweetheart. So, how are you feeling with the car wash today? Is it going as planned, orâŚ?â
The male takes a moment to look at the surroundings, making Gaeul turn the canera to show the view of cars along the big driveway and even down the street.
He speaks into the small mic held by Y/n, âIt's going as planned, but I just can't help but feel sad as it's me and Hongjoong's final one.â
The two girls gasp, âOh noo, I forgot it's your final year, my tutor is leaving. Who will bring me and Liz snacks during our morning class now??â
âYou're the vice-president of a frat, a sweetheart, and a tutor?!?â Y/n exclaims with an exaggerated gasp for the camera.
Seonghwa nods with a slight grin, âAnd, after I graduate, I plan to go back home and teach at the elementary school I went to.â
âAlright, we're leaving you Seonghwa.â Y/n jokingly waves bye to the man, âYou already have half of the campus in love with you. Do you want the other half too??â
âShhh, don't reveal my plan to thousands of viewers.â With a soft smile on his face, he raises his hands up as a playful surrender, âYou two should go interview someone else.. I'm not the only person hereâ
âDo you think we should interview a car??â
Behind the camera, Gaeul's facial expression lights up, âY/n. I know a car here, let's get her.â With the confused face of Y/n as a signal, Gaeul starts to run to a white colored Toyota Corolla in the line of cars.
Camera aimed towards the driver's window, Gaeul takes her free hand to slam on the glass, scaring the poor girl inside. Y/n mumbles a quick âgoodbyeâ to Seonghwa to rush over to where Gaeul is, as she's getting yelled at (softly) by her sorority sister..
âOh hey Rei! I didn't know you're into these.. events..? Want to be interviewed by us?â At Y/n's words, the girl sends a quick glare to Gaeul before unlocking the car so they could get in.
âFor the record, I'm not into the whole shirtless car wash thing.â Rei says as the two settle in the car, Y/n in the passenger seat and Gaeul in the back with the camera pointed at the two. âSure..â
âNo really, Y/n, these boys genuinely know how to clean. Like they get down to the details and I just need a cheap car wash that'll make my car nice and shiny.â
Gaeul leans over the center console of the car to point the camera towards the windshield as water from the house's hose starts to flow down the glass. âMom this is actually the cleanest frat on campus. Tag along with us to their parties please, there'll be no more bathroom incidents.â
âWhat's with you guys and incidents?â Rei turns to face the camera as a few members of the frat (shirtless) start to wipe the car with bubbly suds of soap. âIt's like every episode I watch you guys are mentioning at least one..â
âToo many things happen in our lives babe.â Gaeul answers instead of the interviewer as Y/n's eyes are currently locked on the figure none other than Jeong Yunho.
She snaps her fingers in front of Y/n's face to bring her out of her trance. Which fails the first few times until the three get startled by San's knocking on the windshield followed by a wave.
âQuick! Run him over!â Y/n says as she's forced to watch her best friend soak himself with a bucket of water before rinsing off the car, sending a wink to the camera. âOh god.. Mingi is going to hate editing this.. if he actually does.â
As Rei and Gaeul head into their own conversation while the frat boys dry the car with rags and washcloths, Y/n tries her best to not look at the view of a shirtless Yunho right by the passenger door. Which fails as San opens both the passenger and back door for her and Gaeul. âLadies- Did you enjoy the show?â San says grabbing ahold of the camera to film the girls.
âI want a refund San,â Y/n starts as she takes a foot out of the car, âYou left me during the wholeââ When she tries to stand straight out of the car and take one step forward, her shoe slips on the wet and soapy ground, causing her to fall slowly. She closes her eyes as she braces for the impact of the cold ground, but it never comes and as she opens her eyes she makes eye contact with the one and only Jeong Yunho holding her in his arms.
âHoly shit. Cut the cameras right now.â
synopsis = the âcollege experienceâ for some it includes joining a frat/sorority or parties every night or drowning in the amount of school work. but for y/n it means making a podcast with her friendsâŚ
authorâs note: uhhh heyy yall... aha... so hey.. đ
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AITA for dropping a friend after she was groomed again?
my (16f) best friend (15f) and I have been best friends for about 3 years. Recently, she has been dating older and older guys. It started as a 17 year old, which is not that bad but it slowly got worse. Then she started dating a 18 year old online, then a 19 year old marine. Then a 21 year old online. Each time I told her the same thing.
We have both been groomed in the passes, we both know how bad it is. Stop talking to older men online, every time you end up relapsing and getting hurt.
Everytime she says she is old enough to be with older men and that this one is different.
It is so hard. I would tell someone but when I discussed going to a school counselor she told me she would kill herself. I didn't bring it up again.
I only barely kept her from meeting up with a frat bro in his 20s.
Everytime it ends the same, she starts sexting with them, they send pics, she gets asked for pics and refuses and they dump her, then next month she is coming to terms with being groomed.
I don't know what I could have done. Any even hint of going to someone results in her threatening to kill herself.
Its so draining. It affects me too, I have dealt with this trauma and having it spit at me every month is awful I failed my first test because she kept me up all night venting about how she relapsed and sending me pictures even when I told her I struggled with it and it's triggering.
This last time I was over it. She started dating a guy who was 26. She is 15. I told her was the same as everyone else. She told me I'm just jealous because older men don't like to date me.
It ended the same. He dumped her when she wouldnt send nudes or meet up irl.
The month after she came crying to me at school. She said she didn't know why this kept happening. She didn't know why these guys were always creeps.
I told her that she kept putting herself in this position. She would always assume they loved her. I told her I can't keep doing this and that I can't stay friends with someone who cares so little about the real world.
She called me a jealous fat bitch who can't pull.
I told her that she only pulls pedophiles which is not something to brag about.
She has not talked to me for 2 weeks.
Our mutual friend told me that she has been saying I'm jealous of her looks and charm.
What the fuck do I do.
A lot of my friends say I'm an asshole for blaming her for her kinks. I told them she shouldn't act on kinks that involve pedophiles. She is also 15 and maybe shouldn't be thinking about kinks at all
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Credit| @im4yeons tysm for the divider its sososo pretty!!! Â A/N | cheese strings also why does it take so long to get an ao3 account what da fwick also if u read this at like 2am ish Iâm editing my fucks ups shhhh it stays between us Wordcount: around 1.3k last time i checked
TW| dr*g use, slut shaming, misogynyÂ
Chapter 1!
Frat boy! Hasan x Trad goth! reader
Chapter two: Wannabe Sherlock
He was losing himself. Hasan had totalled up two hours trying to remove her smudged lipstick from his lips.Â
He tried everything, ranging from scrubbing his face red with a washcloth to his mind spiralling at the memory of her, her platforms glinting in the light, her winged eyes meeting his, long, almost talon-like nails scratching against his neck as she leaned in. As a last resort, an embarrassed and hooded Hasan entered a CVS in the middle of the night.
Hasan gripped the iridescent bottle of makeup remover, standing shyly at the checkout counter as the woman behind the counter stifled a giggle at the sheer embarrassment displayed.
âI would've never expected this is how my night would end,â he huffs, his head tilted towards the woman as she began swiping away at the stain.
âSo how'd you end up looking like this?â she asks, pouring more remover onto the cotton pad. âDid you lose a bet or something?â
âNo, more like a goth girl kissed me and then fled my car like it was on fireâI mean, one minute we are just talking in my car, and the next she's slammed the door in my face, running into her apartmentânot walking, running.â Hasan rambles, shaking his head in confusion.Â
She pulls away from him, eyes squinting while checking for any remnants before standing straight. âI think weâre done hereâI mean, I can't help you with your yearning thing right now, but the makeup is gone at least,â she explains, handing him a mirror.
Sitting on the hood of his car, Hasan makes a choiceâthe choice that any lovesick junior would resort to; he starts investigating.
He had become a modern Sherlock, if that Sherlock had an innate skill for beer pong and tailgates. Over the course of two weeks, he found himself asking questions about herâwho was she? Where could she be? Why does his throat hitch at the memory of her?Â
That's when he saw herâwell, not her but one of her friends. Teased red hair, toned inked arms, and handed out flyers. The flyers were varied in colour and shape but there was one thing.
One thing had stayed consistent. Her face. She looked enigmatic. Shouting into a megaphone as her body as bolts of electricity surrounded her body.Â
"Can I help you?â She deadpans, her hand already stretching out to Hasan, eager to shove a flyer into him. His finger taps against her printed face as he he stammers, almost feverish over his discovery.
âHerâyes, do you know her?â He asks, his voice sounding almost desperate.Â
Her friend smirks, almost knowingly, âY/N? She's in our band. We will play tonight. If you want to see her, you should come." She explains, politely jabbing the flyer into Hasanâs hand.
That night Hasan spent his time before the show swallowed in a pile of his own clothes. Button ups? Too formal. Sneakers? Too casual. His anxiety is made worse by the alarm he set, giving him an hour before the show started. He needed to find somethingâsomething that made him look cool, something that made him look like he didn't order chicken nuggets at a restaurant, something unique.
"Bro, you look like you deal ayahuasca; what the fuck have you got on?â a voice said from the doorway. Hasan turned to see his friend Zach, smirking at his situation. âAre you trying out a new look before your little gig thing you're doing?â
Hasan huffed, âI'm not doing it, okay? I'm just going to support a friend.â By the time Hasan had found a somewhat respectable outfit, a gaggle of his fraternity brothers had gathered around his room. Most were relaxed, sprawled against the floor or the bed, fingers tracing the cotton sheets.Â
Derek stood against the door frame upright.
âIs this the other bitch you've been talking about?â He asks, presenting a shit-eating grin. "Dude, trust me, girls like that need a rabies shot or somethingâseriously, I've been there before; what's best is to treat her like a fuck and chuck,â he explains casually, staring at Hasan before being met with a book thrown against his face.
âDon't talk about her like that. At least I'm going somewhere tonight, and I'm not sitting here with my dick in my hand, unlike you,â he sighs, pushing past Derrick as he had to the door, leaving to a cacophony of poorly sung panic at the disco songs in his direction.
When he found himself at the bar, he was mesmerised. The energy erupted around him, and the feedback from the mic felt so rawâso real. She stood there in the middle of it all, the crowd's eyes bore into her with amazement as she sang. Her voice was hoarse and jagged in a way that was beautiful and its own. How her body swayed against the beat of the drums, thick velvet skirt following her hips at every move. Hasan found himself so immersed he hadn't raised the set; the crowd had burst into cheers as her bandmates began coming off stage and dispersing while she took a seat at the bar.
âYou're here,â Hasan states, words caught in his throat as she turned around. She was divine. Her hair was high, covered in a thin glaze of sweat; the violet lights overhead made her outfit shine; silver buttons twinkled in the low light.Â
âYou're the last person I expected to see here." She laughs, a drawl of amusement in her voice. Her eyes fixed on how closed in he lookedâfor such a broad man, he almost halved in size the way he shrunk into himself talking to her.
âYou didn't tell me you were in a band.â
âYou never asked.â She replies, a wide smile growing across her face.
They spent the next hours talking. Time drifted so freely that the hours faded into minutes, which faded into seconds. Hasan had hastily given her his number, poorly written and barely legible across the stained bar napkin he bought her a drink off of. By the end of the night, Hasan had driven her home again; only she had accepted warmer than the weeks before.
Somehow it felt as if time hadn't moved. Here they were, stuck in the same car, outside her apartment building, but something felt different; the air felt less cold, as if something had opened between the pair. Maybe it was the weed.
They sat in the backseat of his car, whispering to each other as if they werenât alone, giggling quietly. Hasanâs features were hard to discern through the smoke-filled car. His tousled hair looked almost grey through the smoke, and his tanned arm looked almost pale as it rested against the back of her shoulder.
Her eyes hooded, blinking slowly as she grabs his arm and whispers, âI want to try something. Is that okay?â And before he could stop nodding, she leans in gently, closing the gap between the pair as she blows the smoke into his mouth, her eyes now alight with mischief. Her fingers trail against his chest, fingers feeling the rapid pounding of his heart as she pulls away from his lips.Â
As they leave, the autumn chill sobers the pair as they make their way to her apartment. It's painfully quiet as she reaches her apartment. The only sound that erupts is the shifting of clothes as they walk, the gentle clink of her jewellery against her skin, and the jingle of her keys as she opens the door. As the door opens widely, Hasan gawks in silence.
It's pink. Like nauseatingly pink. Pepto-bismol walls surrounded a heart-shaped loveseat, adorned with silky throw pillows and stuffed animals. Hasanâs eyes darted between the woman and the room before snorting loudly.
"Har-dee-Har, laugh it up; my roommate is an interior designer; I had no say in this,â she defends lightheartedly. She takes a tentative step towards Hasan. âIâm sorry about that nightâI wasâI don't know what I was doingâI should have stayed,â she muses, her eyes staring into Hasans intimately. âI mean, if you want, we could maybe have a nightcap? Watch a movie?â she offers gently, pushing the door wider, exposing more of her pastel kingdom.
He gulps heavily, brushing his clammy palms against his jeans discreetly. âI-I cant midterms, yâknow,â he blurts out apologetically, slightly stepping back from the door.
âNext time then?â
âNext timeâ
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The Jagerfrät, Part 2: Lunch and Learn
Modern day AU Agatha goes to Mechanicsburg University and discovers another part of her family legacy: The Jägerfrat. After rescuing/being discovered by three of the fraternity members, they buy her lunch, and Dimo gives her an impromptu history lesson.
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It was technically Theta Phi Theta Fraternity, but they were known to one and all as the Jägerfrat. It was the oldest fraternity in the country, and probably the most notorious. They were popular on Mechanicsburg University grounds, and absolutely nowhere else. On their own, they were a troublemaking rabble, known for drinking bars dry, picking fights, and tipping poorly.
But when a Heterodyne arrivedâŚ
Agatha had heard the stories. Theyâd burned a bar down. Theyâd terrorized every university within driving distance with âpranksâ that usually resulted in real bodily harm and property damage in the thousands - minimum. They were the reason the GalaČi Goats no longer had a live animal mascot.
Every Heterodyne who had ever gone to Mechanicsburg University (which was all of them) had been a member.
Except for the last two.
âI mean, I wasnât there, but weâre big on like, oral history and shit, yâknow, so I know how it went down. It was like...everybody canât like everybody, but the dudes didnât even want to know us, yâknow? We were embarrassing to them.â
Dimo had won the most emotionally charged game of rock-paper scissors Agatha had ever seen, and therefore was the one who got to ride with Agatha and give directions to a place that served âthe most dope-ass sandwiches you ever ate in your life, no jokeâ. He sat slouched in the seat with his knees pressed against the dashboard, twirling his baseball cap on his finger. With each revolution, the enamel snarling demon face pinned to the brim caught the sunlight in a brief flash of gold.
âThey made everybody tone it way, wayyy down. No more ragers, no more raids, no more anything . And the frat was not happy about itâI heard one guy straight up tried to knife them.â
â What?â
âYeah! Got expelled and everything, it was wild. The house heads burned his name off the wall with a fuckinâ blowtorch.â
Agatha knew why Uncle Barry had never told her stories about things he and his brother had done, but...maybe he could have squeezed in a few? Dropped casual hints? Something to prepare her for the inevitable reveal, the day she would have to face her legacy.
âIf everyone was so unhappy about it, why did they do it?â
Dimo looked blank.
âDo what?â
âMy father and Uncle Barry didnât even join the fraternity; what authority did they have to tell the Jägers how to run it?â
âThey were the Heterodynes,â Dimo said.
âBut they werenât in the fraternity.â
âBut they were the Heterodynes,â Dimo said again. Suddenly he grinned and sat up, jamming his hat back on his head. âTurn here! This is it!â
â This is the place?â Agatha exclaimed. Despite her trepidation, she obeyed the instruction and pulled into the parking lot of what she had assumed was an abandoned shack left over from a horror movie set.
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting on a half-rotten picnic table and staring down, wide eyed, at the perfectly pressed ham and cheese panini she had just tentatively bitten into.
âThis is...the best thing I have ever tasted in my life,â she marveled.
âTold you, bro!â Maxim said. Beside him, Oggie managed to shove half a triple-decker club sandwich into his mouth in one bite.
âThe guy who runs it used to be in the frat, sorta, so we get free sodas,â Dimo said.
âAlso his granddaughter is smokinâ hot and totally into me,â Maxim said, preening.
âShe is so not,â Oggie said.
âHow the fuck would you know?â Maxim demanded.
âCause you flirted with her and she hit you with a side of meat.â
âThat was an accident, and she gave me her number after,â Maxim said, glaring.
âHow can you sorta be in a fraternity?â Agatha asked, taking another bite of her sandwich.
âYou hang around the house and help out with the parties, but you donât do any of the pledging or drink the Jägerdraught.â
Agathaâs brow furrowed.
âDrink the what?â
The three boys glanced at each other, and Agatha sighed.
âI know very little about what my family used to do,â she said. âOutside of rumor and what I got off of the internet, I know almost nothing. Uncle Barry never liked to talk about it. He and my father worked hard to distance themselves from all of it, and he tried to do the same for--to me. You said they were embarrassed about it, I'm starting to think they were ashamed of it."
âAre you?â Dimo asked.
The table went quiet. The three Jägers were staring at her with startlingly solemn expressions. They didnât know it, but it was a question that Agatha had been considering for a while now. Even not counting the college shenanigans, her family had been responsible for shady business deals, violent corporate take overs, and more tax fraud than you could shake a stick at.
But when sheâd visited Mechanicsburg University last spring, sheâd found herself drawn to it in a way she couldnât quite name.
âI still have to go sign in and get my dorm keys,â she said, âbut Iâd like to see the fraternity house when Iâm done.â
Their eyes lit up, and there was as much relief as excitement, but before a word could be said, a shadow fell over the table.
â Where the hell have you idiots been?â
The girl standing over them was a few years older than Agatha. She had flaxen-blonde hair that was almost white, and furious brown eyes that bored into each young man in turn. Agatha could see the sunburn on her cheeks, despite the large sunhat on her head. WhichâAgatha almost couldnât believe her eyesâhad a Jäger symbol pinned to the purple ribbon on the top.
âJenka!â Maxim cried, winningly. Oggie let out an oof as a shaggy brown head the size of a toddler shoved itself over his shoulder, black eyes fixed on Oggieâs sandwich.
âAyy, FĂźst, my man!â Oggie said with delight, and pulled out a slice of chicken for the dog.
âWhy are none of you assholes answering your phones, where the fuck is my car, and who the hell is this?â
The three boys grinned broadly.
âThis,â Dimo said, and Oggie and Maxim drummed their hands on the table in a drum roll. âIs Agatha. Heterodyne.â
âTadaaaa!â
#girl genius#oggie girl genius#dimo girl genius#jenka girl genius#maxim girl genius#agatha heterodyne#colege au#I'm having way more fun with this than I expected
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You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This.... (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Fandom:Â Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader Summary:Â You and Rhett have a unique friendship. Every time you go out with a group, you end up getting drunk, dancing, and making out with him only to then wind up going home with other people. But what happens when Rhett asks you to dance before either of you has had a drink.... Word Count:Â 3744 TW:Â Fluff, Kissing, Love Confession, Drinking, Mentions of drunk making out, Mentions of drunk dancing, Language Notes: For @ohtobeleah's Galentine's Day Special based on "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This" by Toby Keith (RIP đđ)
Despite the relatively early hour, the bar was busier than usual even for a Saturday night. You had forgotten there was some big sports thing that weekend the next town over so the overabundance of unfamiliar faces blending into the sea of regulars was a bit of a shock when you first arrived with your friends butâmiraculouslyâthe six of you managed to stake your claim on a table not too far from where you usually sat.Â
However, you had struggled to squeeze through the crowd and since everyone else was already sitting when you finally caught up, it was unanimously decided you should fight your way back up to the bar to get the first round of drinks. You put up a brief mock protest before surrendering to the peer pressure, but secretly, you didnât mind. It gave you a chance to scope out the space and see if any of the out-of-towners caught your eye. Your town wasnât small per se, but even in a medium-sized pond, there were only so many fish. So when there was a chance at some fresh blood, why not take advantage?
What seemed like an eternity later, you pushed your way back to your friends and practically threw the beers onto the table before collapsing into the booth. While you had enjoyed watching all the new potential hookups around you, you had also been relentlessly jostled, had beer spilled on your boots, and had three separate guys grab your ass before claiming it was an âaccidentâ due to the crowd. And all just to get a crappy $7 beer. Ridiculous.
As you took your first drink, you finally realized only five people were sitting around the table instead of six. Nudging Parker who was sitting next to you, you leaned over and shouted above the music, âWhereâd Rhett go?â
She shrugged dismissively, her attention locked on some douchy-looking frat bro eye-fucking her from a few tables away. âI donât know. He said something about going to help you with the drinks or something.â
âWell, I never saw him.â
âHeâs a big boy. Heâll find his way back. Or not.â She pointed at the frat bro, signaling the end of her interest in your questions. âWhat do you think about him?â
Without glancing back over, you deadpanned, âI think if you let him even touch you, you should get tested in the morning.â
She rolled her eyes at you before sitting up straighter as she bit her lip and coyly waved at the frat bro, clearly dismissing you.Â
You caught Alecâs eye over the top of Parkerâs head and you both tried to suppress a chuckle. Parker infamously made the worst choices when it came to men and she only dug her claws in deeper when any of you tried to talk her out of them, so it was better to just let her do whatever she was going to do and help her deal with the consequences afterward.
Relaxing back in your seat, you took another long drink from your beer. It was now almost half empty and just the thought of wading back through the crowd for another one made you internally groan. Though you could probably convince Alec to go since you got the first round but that would involvâ
Your internal conversation was cut off as you spotted Rhett pushing his way through the crowd towards the table. Sitting up, you smiled at him. âOh, there you are. I thought you might have gotten trampled by the mob of people or something. Your beerâs getting warââ
âCome dance with me.â
You were taken aback as he thrust out his hand to help you up from the table.Â
It was a given at this point that by the end of the night, you and Rhett would end up hammered, uninhibited, and viciously making out in the middle of the dance floor. Itâs what happened every time you went to the bar: Youâd both drink, youâd both dance together, youâd both get all hot and bothered, and youâd both find someone else to take you home for the night. It was a strange system but it worked. Parker once joked that you were each otherâs fluffers, just getting things ready for your real targets for the night. And while you would prefer to phrase it somewhat more tastefully, she wasnât exactly wrong. Plus, you had found that a lot of guys (and girls in Rhettâs case) loved watching you making out with someone else, rubbing your body all over theirs, just for you to go home with them instead. It seemed as if the two of you werenât the only ones getting fluffed in this situation.
However, neither you nor Rhett ever stepped foot on the dance floor until youâd finished at least three or four beers. He was fairly shy and reserved when sober and you both were very self-conscious of your dancing before getting at least slightly buzzed. Yet you were currently only halfway through beer number one and his first beer still sat unopened on the table next to you. Rhett might have pre-gamed on his own before you, Tara, and Spencer picked him up, but he seemed completely sober so you couldnât imagine what he was thinking.Â
âIâbut weâI meanâŚâ
Rhett smiled as he leaned in close to be heard over the music. âItâs just a dance, sweetheart. It ainât anythinâ we donât do every week.â
âBu-but what about our drinks?â
âIâm sure Parkerââ he took one glance at your friend sitting next to you still making âdo-meâ eyes at the frat boy and corrected his statement ââTara wouldnât mind keepinâ an eye on âem.â
âYou two go,â Tara said, smiling from where she was sitting with Spencerâs arm draped across her shoulders. âYour drinks will still be here when you get back.â
âWellâŚmaybe,â Spencer muttered just loud enough to be heard over the music as he eyed Rhettâs untouched beer.
Tara elbowed her boyfriend with a scowl before turning back to you and gesturing for you to go. Still confused about the change in your routine, you took Rhettâs hand and let him help you to your feet. As he led you towards the dance floor, you turned your head just in time to see Tara and Spencer laughing and shaking their heads as they watched the two of you leave. Then Spencer reached for Rhettâs beer but Tara slapped his hand away.Â
You knew your friends didnât understand this weird arrangement you and Rhett had fallen intoâhell, it barely made sense to you. They were all convinced as they watched you week after week that the two of you were falling in love. They never believed youâre just friends having a little drunken fun.
Not that you hadnât ever considered Rhett as a potential love connection. The first night you met him, that was where you thought things were headed. He had finally had enough of his toxic home life back in Wyoming and was looking for a fresh start somewhere new. So when a contact from his time bull-riding who lived in town offered him a job, he jumped at the opportunity.Â
You met him a few days later in this very bar when you saw him sitting all alone in the back corner. Of course, you noticed his classic-cowboy good looks, but what really caught your eye was how nervous and shy he seemed, his eyes mostly trained on the beer in front of him except when they occasionally shifted around the bar uncertainly. It wasnât as if he were scared of someone seeing him or that he was on the run from something. No. He looked like a kid on his first day of school who wasnât sure of where to sit at lunch.
So, you had gone and sat down at his table with two beers and a friendly smile. It took quite a bit of patience and coaxing, but Rhett eventually began to open up to you. Then, just as you were going to make the move to his side of the booth, your friends found you and asked for an introduction. By the end of the night, Rhett had slipped naturally into the gang and it felt weird pursuing him in any romantic way after that. After all, you could see how much he needed a support system in this new town and you didnât want to take that from him for a one-night fling.Â
Which was why when you found yourselves sloppily making out in the middle of the dance floor a few weeks later and he just brushed it off like it was nothing, you didnât push it or question it. And when it happened again, and again, and again, it just felt like a routine or a tradition and you never looked deeper into it.
But now Rhett had suddenly changed things up and you still had no idea why.
Once you reached the dance floor, Rhett pulled you in close and the two of you began to dance. There were so many people around you that you couldnât move more than a few inches in any direction, but since you usually just rubbed against each other while making out, it shouldnât have been an issue. However, without the usual buzz from the drinks, you were way too in your head about every move you made. Your usual fluid, natural movements felt stiff and robotic, and all you could think about was where Rhettâs hands were or what part of him was pressed against you at any given time. It was a disaster.
The song ended and a soft, melodic tune began to play. Slow songs were pretty rare but they were always the perfect opportunity for another drink, and boy did you need one. You turned to brave the crowd around the bar once more, however, Rhettâs fingers slipped into yours and he spun you back into his arms.
A half grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he saw your surprised face and he asked, âYou rushinâ off already? We just got out here.âÂ
âIn case Iâm the only one who has noticed, Iâm not really feeling this right now. And besides, we donât do slow dances.â
âTonight we do.â He must have seen the hesitation still on your face because he squeezed your hand. âCome on. You can tough it out for one song, then theyâll play somethinâ fast we can move to and youâll get into the flow of it. Otherwise, youâll just be waitinâ in that line for the rest of the night.â
Even pressed against him and over the softer melody of the slow music, the deep timbre of his voice was still difficult to hear but you knew he was right. By the time you made it through the crowd of people to reach the bar for another drink, many upbeat songs would have passed and there was a good chance youâd be ticked off by your waiting experience just like the first time. Instead, you could just stick it out here with Rhett and youâd be back to your usual dancing in mere minutes. And he was probably right. Given a few more songs, youâd probably figure out this sober dancing thing and actually enjoy yourself. So, somewhat reluctantly, you nodded to signal youâd stay.
Apparently, many of the people around you had the same thought you originally did because the crowds around you began to thin out giving you and Rhett a little more room to maneuver. The two of you were swaying together slowly and you have to admit itâs a nice change from your usual high-energy grinding.Â
Then as the music began to swell, he surprised you by spinning you out and when you twirled back into him, Rhett placed his hand on the center of your back and pulled you tight until you were pressed firmly against his chest. You looked upâunsure of what he was doingâjust as his other hand brushed across your cheek to settle on the nape of your neck. One of the colored lights flashed across his face, illuminating the intensity deep within his eyes as he stared at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat as time seemed to freeze around you.Â
But that was silly. This was Rhett. You shouldnât feel this fluttering in your chest or tingling where his skin brushed yours. He was your good friend, someone you had made out with every week and barely gave it a second thought. So why was there this different feel about him tonight? Why couldn't you take your eyes off his lips, why was your head spinning, and why were your knees growing weak? And why didnât you want it to stop?
Then, using the hand on the back of your neck to tilt your head, Rhettâs lips were suddenly on yours.
Electricity shot right through you as every nerve in your body seemed to light up at once. It felt like you had just jammed a fork into an electrical socket but in the best of ways. This was unlike any kiss you had ever shared with Rhettâwith anyoneâbefore. Usually, your kisses with Rhett were drunken, and sloppy, and uncoordinated. But thisâŚRhett was as sober as you ever see him, and every curl of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it all felt so fluid, almost choreographed. As if he had planned for this moment for ages.Â
Your eyes drifted closed as you let yourself sink deeper into his embrace. You could no longer tell if you were standing still or spinning around and around and around as a dizzying fog enveloped your mind. For a few seconds, you didnât even know where you were at. All that existed was you and Rhett and the kiss.Â
But then you shifted, the top of your head bumping into the brim of his hat almost knocking it off, and the spell was broken. Rhett pulled away, fixing his hat, and leaving you clinging to him for support as the world came rushing back to you. The slow song was still playing and crowds of people around you still occasionally bumped into you as they danced, And yet, from the moment Rhettâs lips touched yours, everything had changed.
But had he felt it too?
With your face still just a few inches away from his, you chuckled softly. âYou know, you really shouldnât kiss me like this.â
âAnâ whyâs that?âÂ
âYou might give a girl the wrong impression. Make her start thinking lots of crazy things.â
For a moment, he didnât respond. He just gave you that same intense stare he had just before the kiss and you felt your heart begin to speed up once more. Then, in a voice you could only just make out over the music, he asked, âWhat if thatâs the point? What if Iâm tired of waitinâ for her to figure out how I feel?â
All the air was sucked out of your lungs as his revelation drove into your chest like a fist. âRhettâŚâ
âNoâŚNoâŚâ Before you could process what he was saying, he shook his head and stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides as he released his hold on you. ââm sorry. I shouldnâtâIâm doinâ this all wrong. But I couldnât take another week of you wrapped in my arms, your lips on mine, just to then watch you go home with someone else. I justâŚI just wanted you to know. âm sorry.â
He started to hurry off the dance floor but this time it was your turn to grab his arm to stop him from leaving. His eyes flickered up to yours and you saw that all the confidence and certainty that had been there before had been extinguished, leaving only fear behind. You knew it was the same fear you were feeling right now: fear of this changing everything; fear of this ruining your friendship; fear of what came next.Â
Sliding your hand into his and linking your fingers, you muttered, âCome hereâ before leading him off the dance floor and back towards the rear of the building. There was a separate concert area back there that they only opened for shows so you knew it was one of the few places in the bar that would give you some semblance of privacy.
Once there, you ducked into the empty space and shut the door. You could still feel the vibrations from the music and hear the dull thumping, but it wasnât as overwhelming as it had been before. In here, at least you and Rhett wouldnât need to shout to be heard.Â
Now that you were alone, neither one of you seemed to know what to say or how to start. You both shifted slightly as you glanced at each other. Finally, Rhett rubbed the back of his neck and said, âListen, can we just forget any of that happened? I donât want things to be weird between us and âm sorry ifââ
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you said, cutting him off. âI was just a little surprised by that kiss and what I said didnât come out right. But what I should have said, what I meant to sayââ you stepped forward until you were brushing up against him, placing your hands on his chest. ââwas âyou shouldnât kiss me like thisâŚunless you mean it like thatâ.â
Rhettâs long eyelashes fluttered several times in quick succession and you saw his Adamâs apple bob wildly out of the corner of your eye. Licking his lips, he hesitated for another moment then asked, âAnd if I do? If IâIf I mean it like that?â
Leaning forward, you whispered, âIf you do, then, baby, kiss me again.â
The moment that his lips touched yours, the world once again fell away. If anything, now that you were returning his kiss with the same tenderness and enthusiasm, it was even more intoxicating than the kiss on the dance floor and you never wanted it to end.
Both of Rhettâs large, calloused hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth across your cheekbone. He used this leverage to drive you back a few steps and you soon felt your back bump against the wall. He pressed closer, sandwiching you between the cold, rough concrete and his warm, firm body. Another spark of electricity shot through you and you wondered if he felt it too as you felt the growing bulge in his pants jerk against your hip.Â
Through the haze of the kiss, you briefly considered how far you should let this go. A small part of you wanted to undo his belt right this second and drop to your knees before him, or to slide down your jeans and let him pound into you against this wall. After all, the two of you were still alone and no one would see you. However, the bigger part of you knew no matter how amazing you felt at this moment, this was all very new and you shouldnât rush things. You and Rhett still needed to figure out what this meant for the two of you moving forward, and adding sex right now would just make things even more complicated.
Rhett must have come to the same conclusion because he shifted his hips so they were no longer pressed against you. Then he reluctantly pulled his lips off of yours. His hands slid off your face onto the wall behind you, one braced on either side of your head as both of you stared at one another panting as you tried to catch your breath. All you could do was look at Rhettâs lips and imagine them pressed against yours once more. And from how he stared at you, a hunger pulsing in his blue eyes, you felt he was thinking the same thing.Â
âWhy didnât you do that sooner?â you whispered.
âI wanted to since that first night we met. When I saw how kind, and funny, and incredible you were, I was smitten. But then the rest of the gang showed up and for the first time in a long time, I felt accepted. I was afraid makinâ a move on you would ruin all a that and I figured havinâ you as a friend was better than not havinâ you in my life at all. For a while, I settled for our dances and kisses, but I finally realized I didnât want to be just your friend anymore. So, I took a chance.â
âIâm glad you did because I felt the same way.â
Rhett grinned. âYeah?â
âYeah.â You leaned forward and pressed a kiss into his cheek. âThank you for being the brave one.â
Rhettâs cheeks grew red in the dim light but he nodded as he let his hands fall from the wall behind you. Standing up straight, he glanced over his shoulder. âUm, I guess we should probably get back before we get in trouble for beinâ back here.â
âYeah, youâre probably right. Besides, I wouldnât be surprised if Taraâs sent Spencer out to find us yet.â You pushed off the wall, but as Rhett started to open the door, you stopped him. âRhettâŚwhat happens now? Where do we go from here?â
He thought for a moment before a sly grin spread across his face. Walking up to you, he plucked his cowboy hat off his head and placed it on top of yours, pulling the brim down low over your brow.
Since the night you met him, you had never seen Rhett let a single person wear his hat, let alone touch it. So for him to give it to you, even temporarilyâŚ
You squeezed his hand tightly as you gazed into his eyes, loving what you saw reflected there. âHow do I look?â
âDamn, sweetheart, looks like it was made for you,â Rhettâs voice was thicker than normal as he stared at you. âI shouldda given it to you the night we met, as soon as you sat down at my table with that smile and a beer.â
Now it was your turn to feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Glancing shyly at the floor, you asked, âI love it, but Iâm not really sure how this answers my question about us?â
âWhat do you know about Cowboy Law?â
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