#shes looking at her as a potential friend and MAYBE fwb

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casual

you thought you could handle being casual with notorious fratboy!heeseung, but when feelings get involved, you soon realize that 'casual' isn't so simple.

PAIRING : fratboy!heeseung x reader

GENRE : smut ( 5 smut scenes lol), fwb to lovers, enemies? to lovers?? & a little angst?? praise & degradation, power control, face sitting, oral lol. also unprotected sex (pls wear a condom@)

WC : 17.7k

MDNI

YOU LOVE CASUAL SEX.

you've always prided yourself on being the type who keeps things casual. it's not that you're afraid of commitment; rather, you find comfort in the simplicity of fucking and then never seeing the person again. there’s no messy entanglements or feelings. it’s a way to satisfy your desires without the emotional baggage that comes with more serious relationships.

you’d rather be alone, but you still have fun with your friends when you go out. you've never been content with surface-level explanations or shallow interactions. you crave depth, in people and experiences. which you have found to be, truthfully, hard in today’s day and age. 

you’re sensitive to most things, so you try to cover it up– protect yourself– with all the partying, the drinking, the sex. 

and tonight, like every other normal friday night; you’re at a party. 

there’s a familiar thump of music and loud chatter around you that you’ve grown accustomed to. yooyeon and gracie, your closest friends are an inseparable couple, are by your side. they've been together for what feels like forever, the kind of relationship that makes you simultaneously envious and relieved you're not in a relationship.

as you continue to sip your drink, yooyeon leans in with her knowing smile, “so, y/n,” teases, “have you decided when you’re gonna settle down? find yourself a nice guy and stop with all these one night stands?” 

you roll your eyes playfully, used to this conversation. "never," you reply with a grin, "casual hookups forever, remember?"

gracie chuckles, shaking her head fondly. "come on, yn," she chimes in, her voice warm with affection, “you know it’s gonna have to get boring at some point.” 

you shrug nonchalantly, though their words do make you pause for a moment. "maybe someday," you concede, though deep down, you're not so sure. relationships have never been your thing, and the thought of settling down feels suffocating.

"come on, yn," yooyeon nudges you gently, her expression softening, "we love you just the way you are. but don't close yourself off to the possibility, okay?"

you nod, grateful for their understanding. deep down, you know they're right—they always are. but for now, you want to find someone to relieve the ache that’s been in your core all day. 

you turn to gracie, the one who always knows all the drama on your college campus, “who is here that i can hook up with?” 

gracie rolls her eyes and looks around the crowded frat house, “hm,” she thinks outloud, “well jeongin and bella broke up this week…” 

you shake your head, “too soon, i don’t want to be a potential rebound for him.” 

yooyeon scoffs and continues to drink, listening to your guys’ conversation. 

“how about,” gracie, “mark? he’s real chatty though.”

you groan, “then no.”

gracie goes on a small list of people that she sees around, but none of them suffice. none of them are your type or seem to be able to satisfy you. you tell your friends that you’re going to go get another drink– you’ll need one. 

the kitchen table has a handful of drinks to choose from. there’s punch and beer and vodka, half of it has been spilt all over said table. 

“the punch is good,” a voice suddenly says from beside you. 

when you turn, you instantly recognize him– he’s one of the frat boys that lives in this house, maybe the most popular one of them all. 

lee heeseung stands beside you with an air of confidence that is probably more on the cocky side. his posture is relaxed yet demeaning. his hair is tousled and his clothes give off a carefree attitude. 

pretty much everyone at your college knows lee heeseung from his parties, his stories, the multiple girls he has slept with. you’ve heard enough stories about him to write an entire book, yet his entire persona is more annoying than appealing to you. his entire act is one that you’ve seen played out too many times before. 

“good to know,” you say and grab a beer instead. 

heeseung raises his eyebrow at your choice, “i’m heeseung.” his voice is smooth and cuts through the noise of the party. 

you take a sip of your beer, “i know who you are.” you reply bounty, not bothering to hide your disinterest.

intrigued by your coldness, “right,” he acknowledges with a smirk, “and i know who you are.” 

“congrats," you say dryly, with a fake excitement to your tone. 

heeseung suddenly leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear, his voice low, "you're the girl who only does casual sex, right?"

you're taken aback by his boldness, but there's a flicker of curiosity in your eyes. "i might be,"

heeseung smirks down at you at your answer. you let yourself think that maybe the notorious fuckboy is pretty handsome. his complexion seemingly glows, his eyes are full of a flirty playfulness, and his smile is charming enough. 

“well, do you wanna have casual sex with me?” 

if it wasn’t lee heeseung standing in front of you, you would be surprised. 

instead, you let out a groan, your face contorts in disgust, “god no.” 

heeseung tilts his head, “why not? i thought you were into that.” 

“because you’re like a walking std.” 

instead of getting offended like you had hoped, heeseung bursts out laughing in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes squinting. 

"damn, straight to the point," he manages between chuckles, clearly amused by your blunt response. 

you roll your eyes, trying not to let his laughter get under your skin. "just being honest," you retort, though there's a hint of begrudging amusement in your tone. 

“i’ll see you around, y/n.” 

you turn on your heel, your back already faced him when you reply, “no, you won’t.” 

you walk back to gracie and yooyeon, who greet you with curious expressions. "what took you so long?" gracie asks, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

you sigh, shaking your head with a hint of annoyance. "lee heeseung just asked me for casual sex," you reveal, your voice tinged with disdain.

yooyeon's face scrunches up in disgust, mirroring your sentiment. "ugh, gross,”

gracie nods in agreement, her expression reflecting your collective disappointment. "every girl he gets with is so desperate," she comments, her voice laced with frustration.

"and heeseung is just... ugh," you add, unable to hide your distaste. gracie giggles mischievously. "and hot," she adds playfully.

yooyeon and you groan simultaneously, sharing an exasperated look. you push thoughts of heeseung aside, deciding to focus on enjoying the party with your friends instead. because the thought of hooking up with lee heeseung and becoming another one of his girls makes you want to throw up more than this beer you’re drinking. 

later, when the party winds down and you’ve danced and drank and socialized as much as you could, you look around and realize that yooyeon and gracie are nowhere to be seen. when you glance at your phone you notice gracie texted you half an hour ago.

gracie : [yooyeon is throwing up so i’m taking her home, sorry]

you groan, great, they were your ride home. 

and now you're stranded at this frat house. 

you head out to the porch, contemplating whether you should walk or call an uber. 

sitting on the porch, the night air cools your frustration slightly, but you're still annoyed at the situation. just as you're about to say fuck it and call an uber, the front door swings open behind you. 

“well, if it isn’t y/n sitting all alone on my porch,” a voice says that makes you turn your head to unfortunately recognize lee heeseung. 

you roll your eyes, not in the mood for his games. "what do you want, heeseung?"

heeseung chuckles, unbothered by your tone. "just wondering why the girl who is known for loving one night stands is sitting here alone.” 

"don't you have anything better to do?" you retort, crossing your arms defensively.

he leans against the railing, looking down at you sitting on the stairs. “like what? catching an std?” 

you scoff, “yeah, exactly that actually.” 

heeseung laughs, a low, genuine sound. "come on, yn. don't be so cold. why don't you come back inside? there’s still some people inside."

“no thanks, i’m calling an uber.” you shiver as you finish your sentence, the night air circling harshly against your bare arms and legs. 

heeseung notices and his expression softens slightly. "how about i get you a sweater before you leave?"

"no," you reply quickly, but your body betrays you with another shiver.

"come on," heeseung insists, his voice surprisingly gentle. "it'll take two seconds, and you seem so cold. how long have you been sitting out here?"

you sigh, ignoring his questions as you stand up, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. "let's get me a sweater," you mutter, conceding to the chill. "and make sure it's a clean one."

heeseung laughs, a warm sound that oddly makes you feel less irritated. "i promise," he says, leading the way back inside. there’s a few people left in the living room as you walk past it. you don’t miss the way they stare at you following heeseung. you recognize the few boys as other owners of the house– heeseung’s frat brothers. and you’re sure the girl they’re with are their hookups for the night. you feel like throwing up when you realize you look like one of them as you follow heeseung into his room. 

heeseung opens the door on the furthest left and gestures for you to enter first. 

lee heeseung’s room is exactly what you imagined it; messy, with clothes strewn everywhere and empty whiteclaws piled high on his desk that is definitely ruining the textbooks underneath them. you raise an eyebrow but heeseung just grins sheepishly. 

“what? i like the lived-in look,” he jokes, closing the door behind you. he heads over to his closet and rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a sweater and handing it to you. “here you go. freshly laundered, just for you."

you take the sweater, feeling the warmth and softness between your fingers. "thanks," you say, pulling it over your head. the fabric is warm, and you can't help but feel a bit grateful despite your annoyance with him.

heeseung watches you with a bemused smile. "see? not so bad, right?"

you roll your eyes, not looking at him and instead looking around his room. 

why so tense?” heeseung's voice breaks through your thoughts. you guess it’s hard to pretend lee heeseung doesn’t exist when you’re standing in lee heeseung’s room. 

you finally look at him, leaning casually against his dresser with that annoying smirk on his face. “what do you want, heeseung?”

he laughs softly, taking a step closer. “what do you think? i want to have a good time, and you’re the most interesting girl here tonight.”

“oh, is that so?” you reply, crossing your arms. “and what makes you think i’m interested?”

heeseung raises an eyebrow, “because you’re here, aren’t you? and you’re not exactly running away.”

you hate how smooth he is, how easily the words roll off his tongue. like he’s planned this all along. “maybe i’m just cold and wanted that sweater you promised.”

“maybe,” he agrees, his eyes never leaving yours. “but i think there’s more to it than that. you and i—we’re not the relationship type. we both know it. so why not have some fun?”

you don’t like how close he is to you know. you can feel the back of your bare thighs touching his desk now that he’s stepped so close to you. 

“fun?” you echo, half-amused, half-annoyed. “you mean, be like every other girl you’ve been with? you think i’m just another easy girl?”

“not at all,” heeseung says, shaking his head. “you’re different. you’re not looking for anything serious, and neither am i. it’s perfect. no strings attached.”

“perfect,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him. the idea is tempting, as much as you hate to admit it. no strings attached, just two people having a good time. isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? no guy getting obsessed with you after one night. not hurting anyone’s feelings. plus, it would be easier to get laid– you wouldn’t have to rely on gracie to see who’s available. 

“think about it,” heeseung says, his voice dropping to a whisper as he steps even closer. “no pressure, no feelings. just... fun.”

you look up at him, his face now inches from yours. you feel like he’s reading your mind. you really think it’s that simple, heeseung?”

“it can be,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “if we let it.”

you hesitate, trying to think of all the cons to accepting his offer but, “fine,” you finally say, your voice steady. “but if you think you can play games with me like all the other girls, you’re wrong.”

heeseung grins, clearly pleased with your answer. “of course not.” he sticks out his pinky finger so it’s in between your bodies, “no strings attached?” 

you don’t hesitate to interlock your pinky with his at this question, “no strings attached.” 

heeseung’s eyes turn dark at the first feeling of your skin touching, “so, what do you think? should we start now?”

you nod slowly, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. “yeah. let’s start now.”

heeseung’s hands found your hips, pulling you against him as his lips descended to yours. you could feel the hardness of his muscular body and the heat radiating from him. your lips met, and you hate how you thought of how soft his are against yours. you part your lips, letting his slip against yours. 

the kiss was rough and needy and demanding. his lips move early against yours. his tongue traced every corner of your mouth, exploring you for the first time. you kissed him back fervently, your hands staying perched on the corner of the desk behind you. 

he tasted like mint and alcohol, and you hated that you wanted more. 

the kiss deepened as heeseung explored your mouth, sucking on your lower lip before delving inside again. you found the urge to moan into his mouth.

heeseung's hands left your hips, sliding up your body to cup your breasts, kneading and squeezing gently. you arched into him, your desire growing with each touch and kiss. he broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving your breath coming in short, quiet gasps.

"you feel so good against me," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you hoped he didn’t notice. 

heeseung's hands slid down your body, cupping your ass, lifting you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. you could feel his hardness pressing into your core, making you ache with need. he carried you a few steps to his bed before lowering you onto the soft mattress.

you lay back, your breath coming in quick pants as heeseung loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust. he hovered above you for a moment, before claiming your lips once more, kissing you deeply. his hands begin to explore, mapping your body with eager fingers. heeseung's kisses trailed lower, nipping and sucking at your neck. you have to tell yourself to not moan. 

heeseung pulled back, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you laying in his bed, chest heaving from kissing. he hooks his fingers into the waistbands of your skirt and panties, pulling them down your legs slowly, his eyes staying on your now exposed core. 

heeseung kneels between your legs, gripping your thighs so they stay pushed apart, “god you’re so wet.” 

you nod at him, figuring that you were since you’ve wanted to get laid since this morning. you waited all day to come to this part, just to end up with lee heeseung of all people. though, you feel exposed to him. your core is pulsating as you watch him lean in, his pink tongue sneaks out to taste you. 

you instantly gasp at the feeling, biting your lip to contain any other sounds of your own. you didn’t expect his tongue to feel so good– but you tell yourself it’s because you’ve been needy all day and not because heeseung is an apparent god with his mouth. 

“do you like it, y/n?” he asks you, his mouth mumbling into your core. hsi voice is hoarse ashe looks up at you from your legs, “you like my tongue on your sweet pussy?” 

you grip his sheets with your hands, determined to not give the cocky lee heeseung a bigger ego boost. you breathe through the pleasure of his tongue circulating your clit. his tongue puts heavy pressure on your clit as he slowly circles it before dropping his tongue to your aching hole. he moans at the taste of your weeping juices. 

heeseung slides one of his hands up to your clit to rub it as his tongue fucks you. his tongue does fast motions back and forth in your hole. it makes your squirm and cuss mentally as he brings you close to the edge so quickly. 

just as you start thinking you could cum, he stops– completely pulling away from you. 

you sit up on your elbows and look at him between your legs, your eyes furious as you pant, “what the fuck?” 

heeseung only dryly laughs at you, “you want this, don’t you, y/n?” he murmurs, his hot brath fanning against your thighs, “tell me you want me.” 

you bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your body is betraying you with its needy responses to everything he does, “no.” you whisper defiantly.

heeseung leans in closer to your pussy, just millimeters away, “tell me you want me, or i’ll stop.” he threatens, his hand moving down your thigh, “tell me, and i’ll make you feel so good.” 

you blame your horniness for your decision, “i want you.” your voice is full of desire as your body basically cries out for release. 

then, heeseung buried his face in your core, his tongue swishing back and forth, wanting to pleasure you. a shockwave of pleasure rips through you, and you cry out, your hand flying to cover your mouth. you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he began to makeout with your core. 

you tried to control your reactions, but your body was betraying you. your one hand stayed on your mouth, preventing any sounds from escaping, while the other hand stayed gripping his sheets. 

heeseung glances up and notices your hand on your mouth, “don’t hide your moans, y/n,” he growled, “let me hear how good i’m making you feel.” 

heeseung slips two of his fingers into your wet hole as you open your mouth to respond with a snarky answer but instead, a loud moan leaves your mouth. the sudden intrusion makes you buck your hips up, wanting him to find your g spot, wanting him– lee heeseung– to make you cum. “oh, fuck,” 

“that’s it, y/n, let me hear you,” he mutters into your core, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you, “you can’t hide that i’m making you feel good. i can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around me.” 

your breath quickened as he spoke, his words only serving to heighten your pleasure. “i hate you, heeseung.”

he hums in response, sending vibrations through your core, you could feel your knees buckle around his shoulders, “you don’t hate this, though, do you, y/n?” his voice is smug as he continues to lick and nip at your throbbing clit. “you can’t deny how much you’re loving my mouth on your pussy.” 

“oh god,” his words make you squirm, they’re adding to your pleasure. your hands grip tighter onto his sheets. “i’m gonna–” 

“cum for me, y/n,” heeseung demands of you, “let me feel you cum all over my face.” 

his encouragement makes you cum with a strangled cry. your body shakes uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash through you. heeseung doesn’t stop, licking and sucking at your flesh as you ride out your climax. finally, when he thinks you can’t take anymore, he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face as his chin is covered in your juices and saliva. you tell yourself the image of him has no affect on you. 

your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, “fuck,” you whisper out, your body buzzing. 

“i told you i can make you feel good,” heeseung shrugs nonchalantly. 

“shut up.” 

“gladly,” heeseung says as he hovers over your body again, his lips meeting yours in a frenzy. he lays you back down on his bed, your tongues colliding, tasting each other. the kiss was sloppy and wet and you’re sure that if anyone saw the kiss they would be grossed out– but it feels so good. 

you pull apart, heeseung stands off his bed and starts to undress. you take off your shirt, leaving you completely naked on his bed. 

“shit.” heeseung states as he stares at you, not looking away from you as he takes off his pants. it’s your turn to smirk at him, your hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it, feeling your hand get soaked from how wet and sticky your pussy is already. heeseung’s eyes are bulging out of his head as he takes off his shirt, leaving him naked. 

now that he’s distracted you take a chance to look at him. his body is lean and tan and he has a faint set of muscles that make you drool. he really is good looking, though you’d never tell him that. 

his cock is long and hard and veiny as he points upwards, obvious that he’s turned on by you. 

heeseung reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom, ripping open the package with his teeth as he continues to stare at your hand pleasuring yourself. 

“wow, lee heeseung’s a condom guy– i would’ve never thought.” you speak as he slides the condom on his cock easily. 

“yeah, because contrary to what you think, i am not a walking std.” 

before you could speak again, heeseung is back on the bed and gripping your waist to spin you around. your face is in his pillows and stomach on his mattress. 

“you’re such a bad girl, y/n,” heeseung tsks at you, you can feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance, and despite your inner debate of if having sex with lee heeseung was a good idea or not, your body craves him. he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him, burying himself deep inside your waiting cunt with one rough thrust. “you act like you don’t want this but your walls practically suck me in.” 

you can tell it’s true by the way he stretches and fills you up, the way it’s so hard for him to pull out completely since your walls are so tight around him, wanting him inside you. 

“ahh,” you moan out, your neck feeling limp as he starts to thrust into you slowly. 

“fuck, you feel good,” heeseung groans, not surprised at all, “but you knew that didn’t you? knew that your pussy was made for my cock?” 

you remain silent, not wanting to give his ego any satisfaction. heeseung begins to move faster, now that your walls have adapted to his size. his thrusts are hard, and his balls slap against your clit with each thrust. 

the force of his movements pushed you forward with each impact. the slap of skin against skin filled his bedroom, accompanied by your growing moans as you tried, and failed, to muffle your cries of pleasure.

heeseung leaned forward, his mouth close to your ear again as he whispered dirty words. "you like it rough, don't you, you little slut? you like being taken hard and deep, feeling my cock pounding into your tight cunt."

you found yourself nodding against the pillow, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed you. heeseung's hands slid up your body, gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling it back, making you look at him over your shoulder as he continued to fuck you roughly. "that's right, take it like a good girl,”

you whimpered, your breath coming in short gasps as he held on tight to your hair– the pain mixing with the pleasure. heeseung released your hair, your upper body falling flat the mattress again. his hands moving down to grasp your hips once more, “come on, y/n, I know you're close," he grunted, his own control slipping as he chased his own orgasm. "let go for me, come on my cock."

his filthy words sent you over the edge, and you cried out as your pussy clenched tightly around his invading member, milking him as your juices flowed freely. heeseung groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, flooding the condom with his hot cum.

spent, the two of you pull away from each other as heeseung pulls out of you. you both lay in his bed, catching your breaths from the strong orgasms. 

“now,” heeseung says, “tell me why us having casual sex is a bad idea?”

for the first time tonight, you feel yourself laugh (probably because of the post-nut haze not because lee heeseung is funny!), and brush your sweaty hair out of your face. 

as heeseung stands up, throws out his condom and throws you his sweater to put back on, you think that maybe this isn’t such a bad situation to be in. 

as long as he sticks to your “no strings attached” agreement, everything should work out fine. 

right?

you hated all your afternoon classes, and so during them, you would be constantly checking your phone or talking with gracie who always sits next to you. she is scrolling through her instagram feed, her phone is angled so you can see it too. the professor’s voice fades into the background. 

suddenly, a post from heeseung pops up on gracie’s screen. she groans softly, rolling her eyes at the way heeseung is posing. “whatever happened when he asked you to have casual sex with him last week?” 

you try to keep your voice nonchalant when you answer, “uh, nothing much– i called him a walking std and walked away.” 

gracie giggles quietly, careful not to draw the attention of your classmates and professor around you. she returns to looking at his instagram account, swiping through all the cringey fuckboy pics, “but he is kinda good looking though, right?”

you shrug, feigning indifference. “eh, i guess.”

you’re already pinching yourself about lying to your best friend. you don’t mean to keep secrets from her, or yooyeon, but you know they wouldn’t want you to be another one of lee heeseung’s girls. the thought of becoming just another notch on his bedpost makes you already sick to your stomach.

before you can dwell on it any longer, your phone vibrates in your lap.

heeseung : [i need ur mouth asap] [3:48]

your heart skips a beat and you jerk your phone away so gracie doesn’t see it. you were not expecting to hear from him right now. 

your thumbs hover over the keypad as you think of an answer. 

heeseung : [answer pls i’m so fucking hard] [3:50]

you sigh as you feel his written words make you tighten your legs together. 

you : [where r u?] [3:51]

heeseung : [2nd floor bathroom] [3:52] heeseung : [the one with the single stall] [3:52]

you : [i’ll be there in 10] [3:53]

you bite your lip as you glance over at gracie beside, her pretty hair wrapped in twists. you hoped she wouldn’t ask too many questions at your departure. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie to your friends for long. you just weren’t that type of person.  

“you know what grace?” you whisper to her, “i’m not feeling that great, i’ll see you in the next class.” 

gracie’s face etched into one of concern, “oh?” she subconsciously reaches to her bag, “do you want me to come with you?” 

you put your hand out to stop her as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “no, no. i’ll be okay i just need a break– i’ll take some meds and see you in an hour with yoo.”

her lips turned into a frown, “okay y/n. if anything happens just text me.” 

after telling her that you would, you briskly leave the classroom as quietly as you could, slowly shutting the heavy door behind you to avoid it slamming. you knew exactly what bathroom heeseung was talking about– you knew it was popular amongst students since it was so private. 

you briefly wondered how many girls heeseung has brought to the private bathroom before. 

but you are forced to push the thought out of your head as you knock on the door of it quietly. only a second later and it opens, heeseung face appearing and as he sees you, a wicked smirk grows on his face. his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, yanking you into the bathroom so fast you almost fall. you hear him close and lock the door behind you. 

you turn around to look at him, he’s leaning casually against the sink, an annoying smirk on his face as he watches your bewilderment expression turn into annoyance. 

his dark is tousled, and the harsh bathroom lighting makes his jawline and cheekbones more highlighted. he’s wearing a baggy black t-shirt that hangs over his lean frame. his eyes are dark and full of mischief as they lock onto yours. 

“you know i was in class right?” you ask him, arms crossing over your body. 

heeseung scoffs, “so?” 

“so, i can’t just always leave class or something else for you.” 

heeseung feigns a pout, “but i couldn’t stop thinking of what your mouth would feel like around my cock.” you feel the air leave your lungs as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips, holding you still. “would it feel just as good as your pussy?” 

he leans his head down to press a kiss on your lower jaw, “tight?” another kiss under your ear, “warm?” his lips attached to your neck and suckle on it for only a second, “like heaven?”  

you look up at him as he pulls away, he can see that your eyes are just as full of lust as his own. 

“i guess you’ll just have to see then.” you speak, your voice coming out quieter than you expected. 

heeseung’s smirk widened, "get on your knees, then, and show me what your mouth can do."

your breath hitched as you sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. you could see the desire in his gaze, but also satisfaction as he realized he had won this round between you.

you reach out and start to pull down his blue jeans and boxers. his hard cock springs out, red and hot and heavy, and so long. 

“that’s it,” he encouraged you,” his hands tangling in your hair as you leaned forward, your mouth mere inches from his hardening length. "you're so hot when you hate-fuck me.”

you wanted to protest, to tell him that you didn't hate-fuck, that this wasn't about love or emotions—it was purely physical. but his cock was so close now, and you couldn't deny your craving to taste him, to feel him on your tongue.

wrapping your hand around the base, you guided him to your waiting mouth and moaned softly as you tasted him for the first time. heeseung hissed above you, his hips bucking slightly as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive slit.

"fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening in your hair. "take me deeper, baby."

you obliged, relaxing your throat as you took him inch by inch, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. heeseung's breath quickened, and he began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking your mouth gently.

"that's it, take it all," he encouraged, his voice hoarse. "you try to hate me, but you can't get enough of my cock, can you? you're my little cockslut, right?"

his degrading words and the way you’re literally on your knees for him makes your pussy clamp around nothing. you hummed in response, the vibrations sending shudders through him. you couldn’t deny that you loved the way he dominated you.

heeseung began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his balls slapping against your chin. "you're so good at this, taking my cock like a pro.”

your eyes fluttering closed as you focused on the pleasure you were giving him. somewhere in this encounter, you realized that game you were playing with yourself; you wanted to prove that you were the best he'd ever had. that he would always crave your mouth. that no one else could compare to you. 

“you know, most girls can't handle my cock. they gag and choke, and can only take me in their mouths for so long before they’re pulling away.” he grunts as he speaks, his words sending shivers down your body. 

you pulled back slightly, your eyes look up at him as he traces his cock over your wet lips, “i’m not like most girls, heeseung. i can take it. take all of your big cock.” 

heeseung slaps his cock against your lips when you’re done speaking. a spark enters his eyes as he watches your spit shine all over his cock. 

“i know you can, baby. i’ve heard about your mouth before,” he nods his head at you, his tip teasing your mouth. “heard about how far you can take dick down your throat.” 

his statement made your mind race. he’s heard about your sex life from other guys? you’re shocked that they talked about you like that, and even more shocked that lee heeseung, of all people, has heard the rumors about you. a part of it boosts your ego while the other part is so curious about what else he might have heard about you. 

“what?” heeseung asks, seeing your perplexed expression, “i told you that i’ve heard about you before. i didn’t tell you how though.” slowly, heeseung starts to slide his cock back into your mouth, your lips happily wrapping around it. “didn’t tell you i heard how much of a slut you are for a big cock.” 

despite his degrading words, you couldn’t help but think of it as true. 

he takes his cock out of your mouth again, letting it rest on your face, “it’s true, right? you’ll do anything for a man if his cock is big and hard just for you.” 

“yes,” you answer, your voice weak already. you can feel yourself submitting to heeseung and you hate that you love it. “anything.” 

“is my cock big enough for you, slut?” he asks, slapping his cock on your face. the degrading act gets your face covered with his precum and your saliva. 

“yes, it’s so big.” 

heeseung smirks at you, “then take it whole like a good girl.” 

he allows you to put his cock back into your mouth. you gag as he hits the back of your throat. your eyes water, but you relax your throat and let him in deeper, wanting to prove to him that you can take it. like you aren’t like the other girls. 

heeseung pants above you, his control slipping as pleasure washes over him. 

"fuck, you're really so good.” he groans out, “no one's ever taken me this deep. your mouth feels so fucking tight." 

you moan around his cock in response, his degradation turning into praises makes you wanna whimper. you continue to suck and lick him as he thrusts his cock into your throat. you felt his balls tighten against your chin. 

“you’re such a good girl,” he moans out, his hips thrusting involuntarily, “i might- might cum.” you sucked harder then, hollowing your cheeks around him. “oh fuck!”

you felt his cock twitch, and he abruptly pulled out, his hand wrapped around the base as he stroked himself. but you wanted to feel his hot cum hitting the back of your throat. you whimper out before you take his cock in your hand and put it back into your mouth, swallowing around him again. 

"fuuuck!" heeseung cried out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lost control. "take it, god please take it. swallow my cum for me, baby.” 

his words sent a thrill through you, and you sucked hard, milking him harder. he let out a strangled curse as his orgasm hit, his hips jerking as he shot his cum down your throat. you swallowed eagerly, reveling in the taste of him. 

heeseung leaned right against the bathroom wall, breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his release. you thought that that would be an image for you to think about later. you sat back on your heels, a sly smile on your lips, your chin glistening. 

"damn,” he panted, opening his eyes to look at you. "that was..."

“the best you ever had?” you smile up at him playfully. 

“i’d say close to it.” 

you smile is replaced by an annoyed look and you immediately stand up and bend over the sink, washing your hands free of saliva, cum and bathroom floor. 

“oh come on, y/n,” heeseung nudges you, smiling at your annoyed expression. you don’t look at him, instead you fix your hair, that he’s messed up, in the mirror. “i was joking! of course it was the best– i got to cum in your throat, remember?” 

you slam the sink taps off and look at him, your expression makes him burst out laughing. so, you turn and unlock the door, stepping out of the cramped bathroom. the air feels lighter but your mind is still spinning. 

“so, does this mean we’re on for later?” he asks, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

you roll your eyes, annoyed. “don’t push your luck, heeseung.”

he chuckles, enjoying your frustration. “you know, you’re kinda cute when you’re annoyed.”

“shut up,” you mutter, turning to leave.

heeseung’s laughter follows you, but then he calls out, “wait, you still have my sweater, by the way.”

you pause, glancing back at him. “oh,” you forgot you even had it, “i can give it to you at the end of the day.”

“okay,” he agrees, his eyes glinting with amusement. “meet me at the parking lot.”

without another word, you walk away, leaving him standing in the bathroom with his jeans still undone at his hips.

at lunch, you, yooyeon, and gracie are sitting in the cafeteria, a lucky find considering how busy it always gets at this time. yooyeon is complaining about her morning class, something about how she hates her professor, she’s waving her fork around for emphasis. 

“i swear, if i have to listen to professor kim drone on about supply and demand one more time, i might just lose it,” she groans, stabbing at her salad with unnecessary force. “it’s like he enjoys torturing us.”

gracie laughs, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “well, at least you’re not stuck with professor park, she assigns so much reading, i can barely keep up.”

as they continue to talk about professor, your eyes start to drift and wander around the busy cafeteria. and of course, your eyes can’t help but land on lee heeseung across the room. 

heeseung is wearing the same clothes as earlier, but now they’re fixed and worn right again. he’s leaning against the wall, arm over a girl’s head, as he traps her back against the wall. you can tell they’re flirting by the way the girl is giggling and hitting his chest lightly and of course, he’s wearing that annoying smirk. 

a strange feeling starts to boil up in your chest as you watch them. it feels like anger and hurt, but you know that can’t be right. this is lee heeseung, the notorious fuckboy. you can’t be angry that he’s flirting with another girl, that’s all he ever does! plus, there are no feelings between you and heeseung. you’re just having casual sex. 

you take a deep breath, reminding yourself to be chill, reminding yourself of who you are. you’re the girl who only does casual sex, who doesn’t get attached. this shouldn’t be bothering you. but still, the sight of them together leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“are you feeling better, yn?” gracie asks you, “you still don’t look so good.”

you turn your head back to look at your friends. concerned etched on their face. your bitter expression must have been obvious on your face. 

“i’m alright, guys. don’t worry,” you smile at your loving friends. 

yooyeon’s eyes narrow as she glances at you, always so damn observant. “why were you looking at lee heeseung?”

your heart drops. gracie’s head snaps up, curiosity written all over her face. “what? you were looking at lee heeseung?”

you shift uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “what? no,” you say, too quickly.

yooyeon isn’t buying it. “are you sure? because as soon as you looked over in that direction your smile dropped.”

you sigh, knowing you’ve been caught. lying to your friends has never worked; they’re too good to you. “fine, okay, i was looking at him.”

gracie’s eyes widen. “what? why?”

you take a deep breath and come clean, “i might’ve hooked up with him last weekend.”

both of your friends jump in their seats, shocked. “why? what the hell?” gracie exclaims. 

“you know how he treats women! you literally make fun of him and the girls that hook up with him all the time!” yooyeon exasperates. 

you bury your face in your hands. “i know, i know. it’s part of the reason why i didn’t want to tell you guys.”

gracie’s eyes softens. “you didn’t want to tell us?”

you look up, seeing their concerned faces. “well, i didn’t want you to judge me and call me a hypocrite because i’m already doing that myself.”

yooyeon reaches over, grabbing your hand. “we would never do that, y/n. we were just shocked.”

gracie nods, her expression serious. “yeah, as long as you’re being safe and having fun, we don’t care. we love you.”

“i love you too, guys.” 

yooyeon grins mischievously. “okay, but tell us more about you and lee heeseung.”

you sigh and look over to where he was last standing and realize that him and the girl have left. you briefly wonder if he’s taken her to the bathroom where you sucked him only an hour ago. 

“uh, we hooked up at the party after you guys left,” 

“is his dick really as big as they say?” gracie chimes in her, eyes twinkling. 

yooyeon elbows her, “why do you look so excited to hear about lee heeseung’s dick size?”

“sorry, sorry,” gracie apologizes and kisses yooyeon on the cheek. “but y/n, was it?” 

“yeah, it’s pretty big.” 

“oh my god,” gracie can’t help but giggle out, yooyeon has to elbow her again to get her to stop. 

yooyeon turns to look at you, resting her elbow on the table, “and have you seen him since?”

“uhh, yeah.” 

“when?” yooyeon tilts her head, interested. 

“um, an hour ago?” 

“what?!” gracie jolts, shocked from your confession. “is that why you left class early?” 

you smile sheepishly at your friends in response. gracie covers her mouth as yooyeon rolls her eyes. 

“it’s just casual between us, though. we’ve made an agreement of no strings or feelings attached!” 

gracie and yooyeon share a look before yooyeon asks, “so when are you seeing him again?” 

you think about it for a second before you see his sweater peeking out of your backpack, “after our next class- i have to give him back his sweater.” 

“ouuu,” gracie moves her eyebrows up and down, “you wore his sweater?” 

“oh my god stop!” you laugh at her, “it’s casual! nothing serious— i was cold and he let me borrow his sweater!” 

yooyeon and gracie share a look again that makes you roll your eyes at them. 

you check the time on your phone, “we should get going, class starts in ten minutes.” 

the three of you start packing up your bags and lunches and the two follow you out of the cafeteria. 

“i can’t believe we’re friends with one of lee heeseung’s girls,” gracie giggles out playfully.

“oh my god, grace,” you groan out, “i am not! it’s chill and casual, i’m not gonna turn into one of his stalker fan girls.” 

“you’re one of his girls, y/n, and that’s alright!” 

“no, i’m not.” 

“yes.”

“no.” 

“yes!” 

you groan inwardly. the very thought makes your stomach churn. you would never end up in the same category as all those girls you make fun of. you shuffle ahead, not meeting their eyes, as yooyeon and gracie follow behind, giggling at your obvious annoyance. you know their laughter is a gentle tease, but it still doesn’t fix the frustration you’re feeling towards yourself and lee heeseung. 

did he have to be so hot?

after class, you head to the back parking lot where heeseung told you to meet him. you say goodbye to your two friends as they drive home together without you. you told them that you’ll just walk home after meeting with heeseung. 

you wait outside the college for longer than you expected. almost everyone in the school has left at this point and you start to think that heeseung had forgotten your plan to meet up and give him his sweater. 

when there was only a few more cars parked in the parking lot you sighed, annoyed and frustrated. you figured he had left if he hadn’t showed up by now. you felt almost embarrassed to be standing there by yourself for so long. 

you throw your bag over your shoulder again and step off the sidewalk, planning to walk home now since your friends had left earlier. you were already plotting your next words to heeseung for making you wait after school for him for no reason. 

“y/n!” 

you turn at the sound of your name. 

the back door of the school was swung open as heeseung rushed to step outside, his bag thrown over his shoulder as he waved at you. you huff, stopping to wait for him to catch up to you. when he reached you, you could tell he was a bit frazzled. 

“i’m so sorry, i had a surprise test i had to do,” he says, a hint of genuine apology in his voice.

you huff, reaching into your bag and pulling out his sweater, handing it to him. “here.” 

he takes it from you and you feel a sudden drop of water on your hand. both of you glance up at the sky, noticing that the clouds are starting to turn gray and a few more water drops are starting to fall slowly. 

“great,” you mumble to yourself. just your luck. 

“do you have a ride?” heeseung asks, noticing your growing frustration. 

“no, i was hoping to walk home before the rain started.” 

heeseung suddenly feels bad that you had to wait so long for him. “i’ll give you a ride,”

you hesitate at his offer. you eyed him suspiciously, wondering his intentions; did he want to drive you home because he was being nice or did he want to fuck you in his car? you wondered if people doing casual sex with each other drive each other home? 

he sees your hesitation and further explains, “it’s just a drive and it’s raining. come on, get in my car.”

you sigh, weighing your options. you felt the rain start to increase, “fine,” you finally say, giving in. he leads you to his car, a black, shiny, expensive-looking one, and you slide into the passenger seat.

you look around his car. it’s clean and sleek. and you internally debate if this is what you expected from him or not. he gets in the driver's seat and starts the car. he turns on the heat and you instantly realize how cold it was with the rain hitting you, drenching your hair slightly. 

heeseung notices and adjusts the heaters to aim at you, letting you warm up quickly before he’s even pulling out of the parking lot. you tell him your address and give him a few directions on how to get there. hopefully this drive doesn’t take long. 

“do you have any roommates?” heeseung asks you, trying to break the silence. 

“yeah, i’ve got one. she’s cool.” 

“is she one of those girls that you’re always with? the ones you were sitting with in the cafeteria today?” 

you pretend to not be shocked that he noticed you in the cafeteria earlier, “gracie and yooyeon? no, they live together. they’ve been dating for a while now.” 

heeseung hums, “oh, i never realized they were dating.” 

you scoff slightly amused at the possibility that lee heeseung could ever realize something about you or your friends, “hm, yeah. i guess you’re too busy hangin’ with your annoying frat bros.” 

heeseung laughs over the steering wheel. his laughs makes a small smile crack on your face. it’s a pure, hearty laugh that echoes loudly in the car. 

“hey! my frat bros are not that bad!” he mocks your use of words, “actually they’re some of my closest friends. they've helped me a lot.” 

you nod, taking in his words. you wondered how they have helped him before that would make him speak of them so admirably. “which one are you closest to?”

heeseung things for a second, “probably jake. but, he's a year younger than us.” 

it goes silent again besides a few directions you give him to get to your apartment. your mind starts to wonder about seeing him with the girl at the cafeteria earlier. you hate to think about him taking her to the bathroom you were just in with him. or worse, taking her to the backseat of the car you’re currently in. you wonder if there’s going to be more girls like her that you’ll have to see him with during the entire time you’re being casual with him. 

you gulp, taking a breath before you ask him, “will you be hooking up with other girls as we're like, being casual?” 

you keep your eyes out the window once your words are out, watching the rain droplets trail down it. you couldn’t possibly look at him right now.

finally, he speaks, “no, probably not if i have you.” 

you force yourself to keep your head turned to the window now. you cannot let him see the smile that creeps along your lips. his words make your chest and heart settle. the girl in the cafeteria is no longer in the back of your mind. 

“will you?” 

his questions make you turn to look at him, not expecting it. but you keep your face expressionless, keeping your cards close to your chest. “maybe, if they have a bigger cock than you.” 

you don’t expect him to burst out laughing again, his voice interrupting the rain landing on the car. it makes you laugh along with him. his eyes squinting as he looks at you with a large smile. 

you realize that no matter how hard you try to keep heeseung at a foot length with your usual insults, it doesn’t work. he never gets offended or hurt like all the other guys you’ve hooked up with before. it’s something you commend him for. but it also makes you worry for your own heart. 

“good luck trying to find that.” 

you grin at him, looking out the window and pointing to the apartment for him to stop at. he puts the car in park and lets you gather your things as you reach for the handle to leave. 

“thanks for the ride, heeseung.” you tell him with an earnest smile. 

“no problem,” you open the door as he continues, “oh and by the way, it’s your turn.”

“my turn for what?” your face is scrunched up in confusion. 

“your turn to text me when you’re needy.” 

you roll your eyes at his answer, “yeah, whatever.” 

you get out and slam the car door behind you, pretending to not be amused at his words. you walk up the front sidewalk to your apartment, almost to the door when you hear him again. 

“thanks for the blowjob, y/n!” 

you turn around your jaw dropped as he rolled down his window to yell at you, his annoying smirk on his face. you stick up your middle finger at him from the door, you could hear his laughter as he starts to drive away. 

you hope none of your neighbours heard him.

tonight you’re rolling around on your bed, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you contemplate your next move. you lock your phone, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. after a week without seeing heeseung, you thought he would’ve caved in by now, but he hasn’t.

sighing, you open your phone again, hesitating before typing out the words. finally, you hit send on a simple message.

you : [can i come over?] [8:38]

he responds almost instantly, as if he was waiting.  heeseung : [ yes ] [8:39] heeseung :  [  ;)  ] [8:39]

you smile to yourself, standing up off your bed and grabbing your coat before leaving, heading straight to the frat house that has held too many parties to remember. 

you have only one thing on your mind tonight : make lee heeseung beg for you. 

you knock on the frat house door, and it swings open almost immediately. heeseung stands there, shirtless and in sweatpants. you have to remind yourself to be cool and not completely stare him down like you’re ready to pounce on him. 

he squints at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. “i actually applaud you for waiting so long to text. i thought you would've caved in sooner.”

you scoff, brushing past him into the house. “i thought the same about you.”

“nope,” he replies casually, closing the door. “i told you, it was your turn.”

rolling your eyes, you respond sarcastically, “well, here I am.”

heeseung steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he leans in with that signature smirk. “let’s go to my room.”

you can’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and excitement as you follow him. 

inside his bedroom is the same, messy and chaotic, but his bed is clear and clean. you wonder if he had just made it before you came. 

heeseung comes up behind you now that he’s closed and locked the door. he wraps his arms around your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, “did you miss my cock, baby?” he whispers into your ear. 

you feel yourself melt against him as you nodded, looking over your shoulder to look at him directly. his eyes were darker and his bangs had fallen over his forehead and eyes as he looked at you. he smirked at your answer and then suddenly pushed you onto his bed. 

you lay with your head on his pillow as he gets on his bed and hovers over you. before you can speak his mouth crashes down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance. you moan into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt. his hands start roaming your body possessively, keeping you close to him. 

heeseung pulls away from your lips to start pressing kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. you take your chance and flip over his body so now he was under you, his head where yours was previously. 

you’re straddling his waist as he chuckles, “you wanna be on top, baby?” his voice is teasing and almost mocking. 

you glare at him, trailing your hand over his abs and stopping over his hardening cock in his pants. “i’m gonna be on top.” 

he raises an eyebrow, a challenge sparkling in his eyes. "go on, then. show me what you got."

your confidence surges as you lean down, your lips brushing his ear. "take off your clothes," you whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. "i want to see how hard your cock is for me."

heeseung listens and pulls down his pants and boxers. when he’s finally naked, you bite your lips, admiring his muscular chest, flat stomach and the small trail of hair leading below his navel. but it's his hard cock, so red and veiny, that catches your eye. 

you wrap your hand around the base, pumping slowly as you lean down to press a kiss to the tip. "mmm, you taste so good," you purr, licking up a bead of pre-cum.

heeseung's breath hitches as he threads his fingers through your hair, but you gently bat his hands away. "no, no. i'm in charge here, remember?"

"oh, yeah?" he smirks, his eyes glittering with amusement. "let's see how long that lasts.”

you scowl at him, but it only fuels your determination. tightening your grip, you begin to stroke him faster, using both hands to cover his length. his hips bucked involuntarily, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed. "fuck, that feels good."

"you like that, hee?" you ask, your voice sultry. "you like it when i take control?"

"yeah, baby, I do," he admits, his breath coming in short gasps as your hands continue. you hate that the pet name makes you shiver. you hate how fast he seemingly submits to you. 

a you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you along his length. you hollow your cheeks, sucking and bobbing your head up and down, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. "oh fuck, baby," he murmurs, his hips jerking involuntarily. "please don’t stop."

you hum in response, the vibrations sending him wild. heeseung tangles one hand in your hair, holding you in place as he begins to thrust slowly, fucking your mouth. you let him take control for a moment, enjoying the way he uses your mouth for his pleasure. you can tell he’s getting close, that he’s starting to feel like he’s the one controlling you right now. 

but then, you grab his hips, pulling him out of your mouth with a loud pop.

heeseung opens his eyes, a questioning look on his face. you respond by grinding your clothed core against his hardness, eliciting a low groan from him. "i want to ride you," you whisper, your voice full with desire.

his face contorts into one of begging,. “please, need to feel your pussy so bad."

you don't need to be told twice. quickly shedding your clothes, you straddle his lap, lining him up with your entrance. slowly, you lower yourself onto his thickness, moaning as he stretches you deliciously. heeseung's hands grip your hips, guiding you as you bounce gently a few times to adjust to his size.

once you've taken all of him, you pause, relishing the feeling of being filled so completely. "fuck, heeseung, you feel so good inside me," you pant, leaning forward to press your breasts against his chest.

"you like that, baby?" he teases, his hands squeezing your ass. "you like my cock buried deep inside your tight pussy?"

you nod, biting your lip as you begin to move, rising and falling on his shaft. his hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as he pulls you down for a hungry kiss. you moan into his mouth, your hips picking up the pace as you ride him with abandon.

suddenly, you pull away, rising up on your knees to give yourself more leverage. you remember what you were thinking when you came here. you remembered taking control of lee heeseung and proving to him that you can make him feel good. heeseung's eyes widen as he realizes your intent, but he says nothing, watching you with a mixture of arousal and curiosity. you lean forward, wrapping your hand around his neck, and begin to choke him, cutting off his air supply slightly as you ride his cock.

you can't believe how submissive he's being, allowing you to take control like this. it turns you on even more, and you find yourself bouncing faster, your core clenching rhythmically around his shaft. heeseung's eyes roll back slightly, and he moans, his hands tightening on your waist. the sight below you, with his cock hitting deep inside of you with your hand around his throat, makes you bounce harder, making him grunt, “fuck, baby, you're so tight. i'm not gonna last long."

a sense of pride courses through you at hearing him say that, but you have no intention of letting him finish just yet. slowing your movements, you grind your hips in circles, feeling the sensation of his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. heeseung whimpers, his body thrashing beneath you as he tries to buck his hips up to chase his release.

"please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse. "i need to cum. let me fuck you, please."

you grin down at him, loving the sight of the so called confident, cocky lee heeseung reduced to begging and submitting. but you're not ready to give up now.. "no," you taunt, bouncing harder on his cock. "who's in control here, heeseung? hmm?"

"you are, baby," he pants, his eyes glazed with lust. "but please, i need to be inside you when I cum."

hearing him say that sends a thrill through your body, and your pussy clenches tightly around him. but your knees are starting to ache from the constant bouncing, and your energy is beginning to falter. your bouncing gets sloppier and slower, his dick still hits your g spot. 

heeseung realizes that you’re getting tired, and takes advantage by quickly flipping you onto your back, his cock staying lodged inside of you when he does. he pins your body to the bed before you can realize. 

your hands fly to his shoulders for support now that he’s hovering over you. “hey!” you pout, at him, “i was riding you!”

heeseung chuckles, his hands gripping your thighs as he begins to thrust deeply into you. "i know you were, baby, and you did an amazing job. but now, let me take over. let me make you cum."

his words make you whimper as he sets a punishing pace, pounding into you relentlessly. you groan as your plan to dominate lee heeseung failed, but the way he’s fucking into you seemingly makes you even forget your plan in the first place

his hips slam against yours, his balls slapping against your sensitive flesh with each deep thrust. "fuck, heeseung," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "harder!" you submit to him so easily, letting him do whatever he wants to you. it just feels so good. 

heeseung grunts in response, but he fucks into you harder anyways. his cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy, the slick sounds of your sex filling the room. heeseung leans down, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, tugging and sucking it between his teeth as he continues to pound into you.

you cry out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through your body. "that's it, baby," he encourages, his breath hot against your skin. "cum for me. Let me feel that tight pussy clenching around my cock."

his words are your undoing, and you shatter around him, crying out his name as your body convulses with pleasure. your body felt so spent as he continued to pound into you through your orgasm. 

the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your juices flowing out of you and around his cock, make heeseung cum soon after. he grunts out your name as he spills deep inside of you. his hips stuttering as he fills you with his release. 

collapsing onto your chest, he peppers kisses along your collarbone as he catches his breath. you’re too busy coming down from your orgasm to tell him that that’s too intimate. so instead you revel in the feeling of his weight on top of you. your chests heaving as you catch your breath together. 

heeseung gently pulls out of you and gets up. you watch as he leaves his bedroom, leaving you naked and sweating on his bed. 

he comes back with a damp cloth from the bathroom. his bare back muscles flexing with each step. you can feel a subtle change in his bedroom now. it’s more softer and intimate. and it scares you. 

you know the cloth is to clean up the mess between your legs so you reach your hand out for it, “thanks.” 

but heeseung doesn’t give it to you, “it’s okay, i can do it. you’re tired, y/n. let me take care of it.” 

you open your mouth to protest, to insist that you can do it yourself, but you realize that you are in fact exhausted. your knees ache from being on top. 

heeseung leans down between your legs again. he gently starts to clean you, his touch is feather light. he hums gently to himself as he makes sure every substance is off your legs. 

you’ve never let anyone clean you up after sex before. it’s always you that takes care of things afterward, alone. there’s something vulnerable and exposing letting someone else do this for you. but heeseung’s touch is so tender that you find yourself relaxing into it. you think that maybe it’s okay just once to let someone else take the lead.

once he’s done, he kisses your inner thigh, his lips brushing softly against your sensitive skin, and you suppress a shiver. 

he hands you a soft t-shirt, helping you slide it over your head, his fingers grazing your skin gently. you inhale the fresh scent of the fabric. heeseung pulls on a pair of sweatpants that cling to his lean, muscular frame. 

heeseung lies down beside you, his body warm against yours. its silent in his room and the lights are still on. you realize that you’ve never just laid in bed with a guy before without it leading to sex. 

after a while, you break the silence. “i should go,” you say, starting to sit up.

heeseung sits up too, watching you, “you should stay. it’s late, and your knees hurt.” 

you hesitate, but the truth is, you’re tired, and your knees really do ache from holding your body up. you nod, and lay back down. your heart thumping in your chest. 

“okay,” you whisper. 

heeseung smiles and turns off the lights, plunging the room into a soft darkness. you both lay there in his bed. a meter apart is between both of you. it’s silent and uncomfortable. 

heeseung breaks the silence first. "you okay?"

you nod, even though he probably can't see you in the dark. "yeah, just... not used to this."

"used to what?" he asks, turning slightly to face you.

"this," you gesture vaguely around the room, "staying after."

he chuckles softly. "so, i'm your first?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "don't flatter yourself, heeseung."

"i'm serious," he says, and you can hear the genuine curiosity in his voice. "you've never stayed the night with anyone before?"

"no," you admit quietly, "i haven't."

both of you go silent again, thinking. you’re only wearing his t shirt and the thin sheet on his bed isn’t keeping much heat in. your legs shiver against the bed. 

you feel heeseung move beside you, “come here.” 

“what?” 

“come here if you’re cold.” 

you hesitate for a second before scooting closer to him. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. it’s warm and so much better for your half naked body. it’s intimate, and you try to keep your breath steady as you breathe in his cologne and fabric softener. 

"better?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"yeah," you murmur, "better."

you lay there for a while, in his arms. you try to fall asleep, but it feels strange. and you keep debating if it’s a good strange or a bad strange. heeseung starts tracing lazy circles on your arm, and you find yourself relaxing. 

"you know," he says softly, "you're not as tough as you pretend to be."

"oh, really?" you challenge.

"yeah," he replies, "you're actually kinda sweet."

you snort at his compliment because when have you ever been sweet to lee heeseung? 

you close your eyes again. thinking more about heeseung and everything you know about him and everything he knows about you. the things he might’ve heard about you before you even met. and you think about how sweet he’s actually been to you. 

"heeseung?" you say after a while.

"yeah?"

"thanks for letting me stay."

"anytime," he replies, his voice soft and sincere.

you feel his grip tighten slightly around you, like you might leave. 

but even though there’s a voice in the back of your head telling you to run; you don’t. you stay in lee heeseung’s bed with his arms wrapped around you until you both feel your eyelids grow heavy and drift off to sleep for the night. 

as you drift off, you realize that maybe, just maybe, there could be more than just casual hookups between you and lee heeseung. 

when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.

"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.your knees feel better this morning. 

heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.

"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."

heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs.” 

you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the hall towards the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.

when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.

"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. you feel a slight ache from how you slept, but it's not too bad.

heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.

"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."

heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs. take your time."

you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.

"when did yn leave last night?" a boy's voice asks.

"uh, she didn't," you hear heeseung reply.

there are multiple gasps of confusion. "she slept over?" 

"she's upstairs?"

"yeah, so what?" you hear heeseung say, a bit defensive.

"what's going on between you two?" someone asks.

"nothing-- we're just casual," heeseung responds.

his final response hurts you more than you expect. you don't even know why it stings so much, but it does. you take a deep breath before you walk down the stairs. in the kitchen you can see the group of frat boys who live there all gathered around. they look at you curiously. 

heeseung smiles at you. "ready to go?"

you force a smile and shake your head. "nah, i'm just gonna walk, it's okay."

he starts to argue, but you cut him off. "bye," you say, turning and leaving quickly, closing the front door behind you.

as you walk home, a mix of confusion, hurt, and anger churns inside you. you wonder why he was so nice to you the night before. how he cleaned you up so intimately and made sure you were okay. you weren’t use to such niceness. you were usually the one to kick someone out after sex or leave before you do get kicked out. why did he let you stay if he thinks it’s just casual between you. 

you remind yourself to be chill. there's nothing between you and lee heeseung. 

but the feelings linger, refusing to be ignored.

days later and your professor ended your afternoon class early. you pull out your phone to ask yooyeon and gracie where they are. but you see a text from your mom instead. 

mom : [your dad and i have broken up. please call me when you get the chance] [2:46]

your heart sinks, and you stop in your tracks, trying to hide the sudden wave of sadness and panic that washes over you. you quickly turn into a quiet hall. you don’t want anyone to see you like this. you curse your mom for picking such an awful time to tell you this. 

you keep staring at her text, the words blurring as your eyes fill with tears. you knew they were having problems, knew they were talking about divorce, but you didn't think they'd actually do it. just as the first tear escapes and trails down your face, a voice speaks up, startling you.

“what’s wrong?” 

you turn and see heeseung, his expression full of concern. you quickly wipe at your face, trying to pull yourself together. "everything's fine. see you later," you say, trying to walk away.

he stops you, gently taking your arm. "you're crying. what's wrong? you can tell me."

you sigh, not being able to process the new information yourself yet. you feel like you can’t think or speak straight. you hand him your phone, etting him read the message. his eyes scan the screen, and then he looks at you with understanding and sympathy. "i'm so sorry."

he pulls you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "it's going to be okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. he kisses your forehead, and you pull away slightly, shocked.

"what if people see?" you ask, worried about the implications.

heeseung shakes his head. "who cares?" he says, pulling you back into his embrace.

you melt into his touch again, the confusion and hurt still there, but his presence brings a strange sense of comfort. why is he doing this? you can’t help but feel a little more at ease, even aw your mind races with questions and doubts. 

“are your parents divorced?” you ask him as you pull away. 

heeseung shakes his head, “nah, they’re coming to the house this weekend actually.” he pulls out his own phone and looks at the date. 

“oh really?” 

he shrugs, “yeah, they wanna see where i’m living this year and see the other guys.” 

“oh,” 

in the quiet hall it’s silent again and you have so much on your mind you forget to even speak until heeseung does again. 

“want me to drive you home?” 

you smile up at him, “please?”

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the school to his car where he can warm you up again.

heeseung texts you again to come over. something that’s been happening for weeks now. you’re at his house more often than not. and now, you don’t hesitate to go to the frat house you once hated. 

heeseung meets you at the door, a lazy smile on his face as he knows exactly what the both of you are thinking. you step inside and the surroundings are now familiar to you. heeseung shuts the door, his eyes burning with desire as he takes a step towards you. without a word, he pulls you into his arms, and your bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made to slot together just like this.

"i've been thinking about this all day," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "want you so fucking bad, y/n."

you feel his hands roaming over your body, cupping your ass and pulling you against his growing erection. he's not shy about what he wants, and you love how forward he is. moaning softly, you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your neck as he plants eager kisses along your sensitive skin. his hands are everywhere, slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin, making you ache for more.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.

you pull back slightly, looking into his dark eyes, sparkling with lust. "then take me to your bedroom, hee."

“please, take her to your bedroom.” a voice says from inside the house. 

you turn and see jake sitting on the couch, his eyes begging as he had to watch and hear the interaction between you and jake. you giggle out at his reaction– jake too– is something you’ve become familiar with during the past few weeks. 

heeseung only smirks and takes your hand, leading you both towards the familiar path to his bedroom. 

as soon as the bedroom door shuts behind you, heeseung is on you again, this time much more desperate. 

he pushes you against the door, his mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss. you respond eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss. he moans into your mouth, his tongue seeking yours, tasting and teasing until you're both breathless.

he breaks the kiss, trailing heated kisses along your jaw, down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "want to taste you, baby. Want you to sit on my face."

you whimper at his words, feeling your core clench with need. heeseung kneels on the bed, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches you undress. slowly, you peel your shirt over your head, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. You kick off your shoes, wiggling out of your pants, and step out of your underwear. his eyes never leave you.

heeseung licks his lips, a hungry look in his eyes. "so fucking gorgeous, y/n."

you blush, but the heat in your core overrides any embarrassment.

once on the bed, he lets you take control, enjoying the show as you straddle his face, your pussy hovering over his waiting mouth.

"you gonna tease me again, baby?" he asks, his hot breath fanning your core, making you tremble.

you don't answer, instead, you lower yourself onto his mouth, moaning as his tongue swipes against your wet folds. he groans in appreciation, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer, his tongue delving into your slit. he's eager, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit, and making you see stars. you grind your hips, riding his face as he eats you out with enthusiasm.

"oh, fuck, heeseung!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm building already. "feels so good, baby!"

He doesn't hold back, using his tongue to bring you pleasure, licking and sucking until you're a quivering mess. You cry out his name as you climax, your juices flooding his mouth. He laps it all up, humming in satisfaction as he continues to lick you through your orgasm.

As the pleasure subsides, you collapse beside him, panting heavily. Heeseung, however, is not done. He kisses his way up your body, pausing to suck your sensitive nipples into his mouth, making you mewl with pleasure. His hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, molding your body to his.

"i need to be inside of you," he says, his breath hot against your ear.

You feel a rush of heat between your legs at his words. That possessive, needy side of him is what draws you in, what makes you ache for him. You nod slowly, your lips parting to speak, but no words come out.

instead, you turn over and and lean forward. you place your palms on the bed and push yourself up on your knees, exposing yourself to him. 

heeseung's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your round ass and your pussy, glistening with your juices. He reaches out, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

he teases your entrance, circling it lightly, making you whine and rock your hips unconsciously.

"you're so wet for me, y/n," he says, his voice like velvet. "are you ready for my cock?"

"please," you whisper, your voice thick with need. “need your cock, hee.” 

with a growl, he grabs your hips and pulls you back, positioning his hard length at your entrance. you both moan as the tip teases your hole, then he slowly starts to push inside. You gasp as you feel yourself stretch around him, inch by incredible inch. heeseung's cock is thick and long, and you feel deliciously full as he bottoms out.

he doesn’t need to pause to let you adjust to his size anymore. you clench around him, your pussy gripping him tightly, and he groans, his head falling back. "fuck, y/n, you feel so tight. So fucking perfect. could stay like this forever."

he pulls your body back onto him, and then he begins to thrust. slow and deep at first, he sets a steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. you cry out with each thrust, your body rocking back to meet his. his balls slap against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot in your ear. "that's it, baby, take it all," he grunts, his voice strained as he picks up the pace. "your tight pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it?"

you moan, your head falling back as he thrusts into you. "fuck yes, heeseung, it was," you pant. "it was made just for you."

His hands squeeze your hips as he slams into you, his hips meeting your ass with a loud, satisfying smack. The force of his thrusts rocks your body forward, and you brace yourself, pushing back against him, meeting his fierce rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room you’ve memorized by now. 

Heeseung's breath is ragged, his grunts of pleasure filling your ear. "You like that, baby? My cock pounding into your tight hole?"

"Yes! Harder, Heeseung! Fuck me harder!" you scream, your body on fire, desperate for release.

He obeys, gripping your hips so tightly you'll have bruises tomorrow. But you don't care, the pain only adds to the pleasure. He slams into you with such force the bed shakes, and you cry out, throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You clamp down on his cock, milking him, your juices flowing as your body pulses with pleasure.

"Fuck, y/n, you're making me cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he loses control.

You reach underneath yourself, your fingers finding your clit as he continues to thrust. You rub circles around it, riding out your orgasm as you crave for more. "Cum for me, Heeseung," you pant. "Fill me with your cum."

He growls, his body tenses, and then you feel it. His cock pulses and twitches as he releases, his warm cum shooting inside you. He groans your name, his hands grasping your hips tightly as he rides out his peak.

As his thrusts slow, he pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around your body possessively. You can feel his heart pounding against your back, his breath still ragged as he recovers. it feels intimate with him. his cum deep inside of you while his cock softens, and he keeps you so close to him. 

when both of you catch your breaths, heeseung falls into his new routine of cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay before he lays back down in bed beside you. 

the routine is repetitive and comforting. you feel safe and cared for while your with heeseung. it’s something you’ve never felt with anyone before. and you especially never though you would feel this with lee heeseung. 

but over the past few weeks that you’ve been hooking up with him, the more you’ve gotten to know him– the things he likes, hates, some personal things that he’s never told anyone before except for you. 

you feel like heeseung has become someone you can rely on. he’s been there for you more than your friends have been recently. he’s there when you’re sad, frustrated, stressed and happy. you’ve seen more sides of him than you thought he even had during the weeks you’ve been tangled in his sheets with him. 

you’re scared that you’ve started to catch feelings for lee heeseung. 

the thought is almost too much for you. you instinctively stand up from his bed and start to pull on your clothes. heeseung stayed laying in his bed, his arm draped over his head on the pillow. he watched you start to dress silently. 

“you know,” heeseung smirks playfully, “it’s so great you’re not clingy.” 

you froze, looking back at him. "what do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. you hear a sense of sarcasm in his tone, his eyes hold a look of teasing. 

heeseung shrugged casually. "you're not clingy like other girls. it's refreshing."

the words stung more than you'd care to admit. "yeah, sure," you replied, your tone colder than you intended. the thought of him being with other girls besides you makes you tense up. it reminds you of what you and heeseung really are. you are not in a relationship at all. he can freely hook up with other girls all he wants. he’s not yours. 

heeseung seemed to take your response lightly. "i mean, no drama, no expectations. it's perfect, right?"

something in you snapped. "perfect?" you echoed, you turn to face him, standing in only your panties and t shirt, pants in your hand. "is that all you see this as? some drama-free convenience?"

heeseung frowned, clearly taken aback by your sudden change in tone. he sits up in his bed when he answers, "what's with you? you're overthinking this."

you scoffed, feeling your frustration boil over. "i'm not overthinking anything. i'm just... i don't know, expecting a little more respect maybe?"

heeseung rolled his eyes dismissively which only fueled your anger. "oh, come on. don't be like that. we agreed this was casual, no strings attached."

"yeah, we did," you snapped, grabbing your bag. "but that doesn't mean you get to treat me like i'm some disposable... i don't know, thing!"

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i'm just joking, okay? you're taking it too seriously."

"just joking?" you repeated, your voice rising. "god, you really don't get it, do you? i'm not asking for much, just a little acknowledgment that I'm a person with feelings."

heeseung stands up, his own annoyance beginning to show. "look, if you want to end this, just say so."

you stared at him, hurt and anger mixing into a painful lump in your throat. "maybe I do," you said, heading for the door. "maybe I don't want to be just another convenient hookup for you."

you hear him try to stop you by calling your name, but your hand was on the door knob and pulling it open. 

only then, you freeze in place. standing in the hallway were two older adults, looking at you with curious expressions.

“oh, hello,” the woman said, her eyebrows raising slightly.

you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “um, hi,” you stammered, glancing back at heeseung, who was now standing behind you, only in his boxers and you with your pants in your hand. 

“heeseung?” the man, presumably his father, spoke, looking over your shoulder at his son. “is this your friend?”

before you could say anything, heeseung stepped forward, putting his arm around your shoulders. “yeah, this is yn,” he said smoothly. “mom, dad, this is my girlfriend.”

you blinked in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes. girlfriend?

“nice to meet you,” his mom said, smiling warmly. “we’ll just wait downstairs while you two… get dressed.”

they turned and walked back down the stairs, leaving you standing in the doorway, stunned. you closed the door and whirled around to face heeseung. you were embarrassed, frustrated, angry and confused. 

“what the hell was that?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice down.

heeseung shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. “they always want me to have a girlfriend. and you were in my bedroom, so… just play it cool, okay?”

“play it cool?” you echoed, groaning in frustration. “this is so not cool, heeseung.”

he raised his hands defensively. “look, it’s just for now. they won’t stay long. just go with it, please?”

you sighed, rubbing your temples. this was the last thing you needed right now, but you were stuck. “fine,” you muttered. “but you owe me for this.”

once you and heeseung were dressed, you made your way downstairs. his parents were waiting in the living room, and they both stood up when you entered. you could tell they were slightly disgruntled from the mess that was in the frat kitchen. but what could they really expect from five frat boys living together?

“it’s so nice to meet you properly,” his mom said, pulling you into a warm hug. you stiffened slightly, not used to this kind of affection from someone else’s parents. his dad followed suit, giving you a firm handshake.

“how long have you two been dating?” his dad asked, looking between you and heeseung.

“only a few months,” heeseung answered smoothly.

“are you in college as well?” his mom inquired.

you nodded. “yes, i am.”

heeseung glanced at his phone and then at his parents. “actually, yn has to get to class soon anyway.”

“it was lovely meeting you, yn,” his mom said with a warm smile. “we’d love for you to join us at our beach house this summer. heeseung always has a great time there, and we’d be delighted for you to meet the rest of the family.”

you glanced at heeseung, who raised his eyebrows, silently urging you to play along. “yeah, sure,” you said, forcing a smile. “it was so nice meeting you both.”

you made your way to the door, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. as you stepped outside, your thoughts swirled with confusion. what was happening between you and heeseung?

his words and reminders of your no strings attached deal shouldn’t bother you; but they did. and the fact that you were here, meeting his parents and getting wrapped up in his family plans, only made things more complicated.you knew deep down that you wouldn’t be hurt by his words if you weren’t catching feelings for him. you realize that for once, you were the one breaking the no-strings-attached deal.

you were sitting in your dorm room with gracie and yooyeon, the three of you sprawled out on the floor with snacks and textbooks scattered around. you needed to be with your friends after the morning you had meeting heeseung parents. 

“so, how’s heeseung?” yooyeon asks you over her biology textbook. it’s like she could read your mind. 

“he’s uh, good.” you reply, your eyes not leaving your notes. 

“are you still hooking up with him?” gracie tilts her head to look at you. you nod in response hesitantly, because after today you weren’t sure if you were. “what’s wrong? i can tell you’re upset.” 

you sigh and put your papers down, looking at your friends. their faces are etched in concern as they  look at you. they know you so well. 

“well uh, i think i’m catching feelings for heeseung,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. you find it hard to look at them as you tell them the secret you’ve been hiding from them. 

gracie immediately frowned. “yn, he’s a loser. he doesn’t deserve a great girl like you.”

yooyeon nodded in agreement. “seriously, you can do so much better.”

you groan and cover your face with your hands. you throw your head back so it rests on the backside of the couch. “i know, i know. but, sometimes he can be… sweet. but then today we fought, and he just- i don’t know. he doesn’t have feelings for me and it hurts.” 

just then, your phone rang, interrupting the conversation. gracie’s eyes widened. “is that heeseung, now?”

you looked at the caller id and nodded. “yeah, it’s him.”

“well, don’t answer it,” yooyeon said firmly. “he doesn’t deserve your time.”

you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you put the phone down without answering it. the ringtone stopped, leaving an awkward silence in the room.

“i know you have feelings for him,” gracie said gently, “but you deserve someone who feels the same way about you.”

yooyeon added, “you’re worth more than some guy who only wants sex.” 

you forced a smile, trying to push away the lingering disappointment. “thanks, guys. you’re right.”

you sat back and tried to enjoy the night with your friends, but your mind kept drifting back to heeseung. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than what he was showing you. that maybe in another universe lee heeseung could like you back.

the next night, you lay in bed, you’d skip the entire day of classes. you’d told gracie and yooyeon you were sick, but you knew they saw through the lie. your mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings for heeseung. you couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet he was with you, how he took care of you, listened to you, and comforted you. he made you laugh when you were sad, and that meant more than you ever wanted to admit.

suddenly, your phone buzzed with a new text message. it was from heeseung.

heeseung: [i'm sorry about yesterday] [9:38] heeseung: [but i really need you] [9:38] heeseung: [i'm so hard right now] [9:39] heeseung: [i keep thinking of your pussy] [9:39]

you stared at the message, your heart racing. memories of your conversation with gracie and yooyeon the day before played in your mind. they were right, heeseung was a player, and you knew you shouldn’t be getting so attached. but despite knowing this, your heart ached for him.

after a moment of hesitation, you sighed and typed out a response.

yn: [i’ll be there in 30] [9:42]

as you hit send, you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, telling yourself it was just casual. but deep down, you knew it was more than that for you. you threw on some clothes, grabbed your bag, and headed out, trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice.

you show up at heeseung’s house, and he lets you in, leading you up to his room. unlike all the other times, it feels awkward. the usual comfort and ease between you two is missing, replaced by a tension that is seemingly suffocating. 

heeseung closes the door behind you, and you both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. finally, he breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry about yesterday,” heeseung says, his voice low. “i was just trying to joke because you got up from the bed so fast. i didn’t know how to respond. you were leaving so quick.”

you nod, understanding but still feeling a bit hurt. “i get it. it just... caught me off guard, that’s all.”

he continues, “and thanks for pretending with my parents. i just, always disappoint them, and i didn’t want to this time. i knew they’d love you.”

you smile shyly, feeling a mix of emotions. heeseung steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. his touch is warm, and you find yourself leaning into him despite everything.

“come on, smile for me,” heeseung says softly, trying to lighten the mood. his eyes search yours, and he leans in, and you let him. you let him press his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. a kiss that shouldn’t be done between two people who have a no strings attached agreement. 

the kiss is tender, different from all the others. it feels like he’s pouring all his unspoken words and feelings into it. you melt into his embrace, the awkwardness slowly fading away. for a moment, everything feels right again. 

"i need you," he murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he pulls back slightly.

you lean in and capture his lips in another kiss, pouring all your feeling into it, wanting him to know without a doubt how much he affects you. heeseung's hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with a tenderness that made your heart melt.

as you kisses grew more heated, you realized how badly you wanted him now. you needed to fele him inside of you. you let him push you down onto his bed. neither of you talk as you both rush to get undressed. ripping off your clothes and throwing them onto his floor into one big messy pile. 

without even thinking, you turn onto your knees. you know heeseung loves fucking you from the back by now. he’s told you over and over again how it’s his favourite position. it allowed him to take control and watch his cock slide in and out of your wet pussy. 

heeseung’s hands wrapped around your hips, you could feel him lean down and press a soft kiss onto your back, “can i fuck you in missionary? i wanna see your beautiful face.” his compliment makes your cheeks turn red, but you let him turn you over so your head is in his pillow. 

heeseung positioned himself above you. your legs on either side of his waist as he guided his hard length to your entrance. you gasped as he slowly sank into you, his eyes never leaving yours. the expression on his face was one of pure adoration that made your heart skip. 

heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, holding onto you as he thrusted into you. “you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open to look at you. "i love watching my cock disappear inside that tight pussy."

you moaned at his words, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you. but you quickly brought your gaze back to his, wanting to drink in the sight of him losing control. his eyes were dark with desire, his usually cocky smile softened by a look of raw need.

heeseung’s eyes don’t leave you. his hands trail down your stomach, “god you’re so beautiful- so soft.” 

you whine in response, loving how gentle he was being with you. it was different from all the other times you’ve had sex. it was slow, and passionate. 

his fingers reach down where your bodies are meeting and starts to rub slow circles on your clit, making you cry out. 

heeseung leans over your body and presses his lips onto yours. the kiss isn’t sloppy and wet like his usual kisses during sex. it’s full of something that you aren’t sure of. it’s sweet and gentle. 

his cock continues to thrust into you, filling you up. the intimacy between you makes the coil in your stomach start to unwind quicker than ever. it all feels so close and almost, loving. 

“heeseung,” you whimper out against his lips. 

his eyes flew open, locking with yours as you continued to move together in perfect sync. you could see the passion and intensity in his gaze, and you felt yourself falling even deeper.

"cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with longing. "let me feel you tighten around me."

your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm building. heeseung quickened his pace slight. your hips starting to move to meet his as you both chased the release that was so close. 

"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving yours. "cum for me. let go."

with a cry, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you fell over the edge. heeseung followed soon after, his eyes rolling back in his head as he filled you with his release. cumming together even felt more intimate this time. 

heeseung pulls out of you and moves to lay beside you. both of you are catching your breaths. it feels overwhelming for you. his touches are gentle as he traces his fingers down your arm. he’s pressing soft, lingering kisses into your shoulder. this doesn’t feel like something casual; it feels like love, like a relationship. a relationship that you suddenly realize you want. but you know heeseung doesn't want the same, and that realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

you feel like you have no other option than to jump out of his bed. to get away from him. you start trying to get dressed quickly, but tears start to fall, blurring your vision. your breaths are hitched as you try to grab your clothes. 

behind you, heeseung sits up, concern etched on his face. 

“what’s wrong?” heeseung asks, but you ignore him, the emotions are too raw and painful. “please, tell me,” he continued to pry, his voice breaking with worry.

you start to head for the door. your heart and head telling you two opposite things. but when you reach the handle, heeseung has already stood up and grabbed your arm. he spins you around so your body is pressed between him and his door. he’s pulling you close to him so you’re forced to look at him through your tears. “did i hurt you, baby? i didn’t mean to if i did, you couldn’t told me to stop, i-”

you dryly laugh, because his concern that he may have physically hurt you makes you fall for him harder. he’s too gentle with you, too sweet. 

“no, you didn’t,” you say, choking on your tears.

“then why are you crying? tell me, baby,” heeseung pleads, his eyes searching yours.

you take a shaky breath, finally letting the words tumble out. “because i want more than this, heeseung. i want a relationship. i want you.” he stays silent as he stares at you, “but i know, we made a no strings attached deal. so i understand that we don’t want the same thing anymore.” 

heeseung’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gently sits you back down on the bed. he wipes your tears away, his touch tender and comforting. part of you wants to melt into his touch, and the other part is screaming at you to leave. 

“yn, i’ve loved you since i met you at that very first party,” he confesses, his voice soft but sure. “i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same about me. i mean, i had heard so many times that you’re only into casual sex, so i didn’t think i’d have a shot.”

you look at him, your heart swelling with relief and joy. “really?”

“really,” he says, smiling. “i was an idiot for not telling you sooner.”

you laugh through your tears, “we were both idiots.” 

heeseung leans in, and you both share a sweet, deep kiss. the first kiss that doesn’t have any hidden intentions. both of your true feelings were out in the open, allowing you to feel them in this kiss. 

heeseung pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “so, does this mean i can call you my girlfriend now?”

you laugh, playfully shoving him. “shut up, heeseung.”

he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach. you, gracie, and yooyeon are lounging on beach chairs outside heeseung’s family beach house. the soft sound of cicadas from the day were quieting out. 

gracie sips her drink and looks over at you with a teasing smile. “why didn’t become casual with heeseung sooner, yn?”

yooyeon nods in agreement. “yeah, we could’ve been spending our summers here all along. this place is amazing.”

you laugh, “because he was the “walking std” remember?” gracie and yooyeon laugh and clink their drinks together before drinking from them. 

as you’re laughing at them for celebrating your relationship,  you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you squeal in surprise as heeseung kisses the side of your neck.

“well i guess you were right,” heeseung says in your ear. 

“about what?” you question him as you look upwards.

“being casual with me wouldn’t work out.” 

everyone bursts into laughter. you lean into heeseung’s embrace as he sits down beside you, feeling his warmth and comfort that have become so familiar to you. 

“yeah, i think we figured that out,” you say, smiling up at him.

heeseung kisses you again, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. surrounded by your friends and the boy you love, everything feels perfect. 

you love being in a relationship.

you’ve realized the finding someone special, who makes your heart race and brings joy to your life is easier than pushing everyone away. you’ve learnt to find comfort in the depth and connection that comes with a committed relationship. there’s something beautiful about sharing your life, dreams, and fears with someone who truly cares. you no longer want any fleeting encounters with no meaning.

and you’re happy that you’ve found that with lee heeseung (even if he is kind of annoying).

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[mizusnose]

hiiii, i LOVE your writing and i couldn’t resist submitting a request… could i get a drabble or HCs of university students mizu/fem!reader where the reader is an intelligent, well liked and headstrong art student that mizu develops a crush on? i like to think mizu doesn’t get intimidated often but def is by the reader who wasn’t interested in rlshps (more into hookups LOL) until mizu came along… i just want more capable, confident reader characters w rizz 😩 nsfw is okay too!! <3

Architecture Student Reader x Mizu HCs

slightly nsfw

Reader, who is always pulling all-nighters to finish assignments and has steady hands and tons of worn-out pencils.

Despite being constantly busy, always finds ways to go out on the weekend. Loves to go on dates and dress up and (maybe, potentially) hook up afterwards.

Doesn’t do relationships—thinks it’s too much work and time: both of which she doesn’t have

Enter Mizu who is not an architect major or anything art-related, just some chemistry major who was also on a date the same night reader was—she instantly gets caught up in the way reader looks across the bar.

Fortunately for mizu, mutual friends gets you both together and mizu falls harder for reader’s charm, friendliness, and creativity.

Mizu is scared to ask reader out officially despite becoming fast friends. Doesn’t know what to do with all the nerves she has whenever reader and her hang out.

Oh, um, I don’t think— reader says one night as Mizu kisses her against the bedframe of the twin bed. The dorm is so small, but Mizu is tall and insistent above reader, Can we..just this? is that okay?

Mizu who is desperate and in love, agrees and regrets not denying after the fact.

Now they’re stuck in this limbo that has Mizu torn up on the inside, trying to not wake up reader’s roommates as she leaves in the mornings after their hookups.

It doesn’t help that the sex is amazing and Mizu can’t bring herself to stop seeing reader crying, moaning out, and cursing in such a blissed-out state.

Eventually it gets sorted, but only after Mizu confesses during sex, leaving reader to truly reconsider their fwb situation.

Really sappy event. Tears were involved. But Mizu denies it years after they’ve become official.

It’s okay though, since Mizu makes reader cry every night with the help of her bright blue strap-on :)

———

So i actually don’t know anything about architecture students, but hopefully this was okay 😅 thanks for the ask!

[captainsarahscratches]

Assistance Pt. 2

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part 2, requested, reader and Kenny have started to develop a fwb relationship, but things get complicated as the two are put into a complicated storyline.

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TW: Lil’ bit angsty, jealousy, fwb relationship, explicit sexual content, SMUT, also this is very long

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Three months had gone by since that night. It was now a regular occurance for you and Kenny to sleep together every few days or so. It started out as a secret, something the two of you found fun, a more... interactive, way to decompress from life and work. You both knew it was only a carnal attraction and that neither one of you have ever mentioned the potential of actually having a relationship together. Although, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering into the world where you and Kenny were public and in a real relationship. You wanted more. Hell, you wanted more that night in the hotel, but you knew he didn’t. You decided early on to accept the nature of the two of you, and hope it wouldn’t end for a long time.

Meanwhile, you started to gain a bit of momentum with AEW fans, which you were ecstatic about. Kenny, he was more proud than anyone, not that he would ever admit it, but he was. He had offered multiple times to train you and give pointers, but you denied him each time. You were certain that it would only further complicate the nature of your relationship. So, you went to a few old friends for advice instead. Before AEW, you had a few spots on WWE but were mainly shoved in the back behind the typical highlighted female wrestlers. However, you always kept your friendships close.

Jon and Claudio were like big brothers to you. The report between you and them was always jovial but supportive. When you asked the two of them to help with some pointers in the ring, they were more than happy to help. You of course were friends with Rene as well. She always asked you if you would go and propose a storyline to Tony and guys. "What about Kenny?" she asked

"What about him?" you felt yourself get a little flustered and afraid that she knew about you and him. "I bet you, he would listen and get you a new story line, better than just a run in or a mixed tag with Jon." "Maybe, but I don't want to ask him for anything like that. Just feels weird." "Why? He's literally always saying to feel comfortable to come to him or the Bucks about that kind of thing. That's kinda his job, here come with me."

She grabbed you by the wrist and took you towards Tony's office, knowing they were about to get done with a preshow meeting. "Kenny! Hey, y/n here won't ask, so I am going to do it. She's been busting her ass and getting more and more over with the fans. I think she needs a full storyline, put her with Jon or something."

Kenny has a smirk on his face, looking down at you and before he could speak Tony comes from behind him. "Well, perfect! We just were talking about new lines, and we wanted to put you with the Elite, but we can do BCC. Hell, we can even do a build up. Fans are already pushing for you to get with Kenny or Yuta, so thats perfect."

You and Kenny both look at him, "What??" Your face is red, and Kenny starts to say thats not what they talked about. "I know, I know, but look we put you with the BCC, play up the part that you and Jon and Claudio have known each other forever. Then you and Yuta get together later on. Gives it like a badass couple thing."

Kenny looks at you, and back at Tony, "So what do you think? I know that's kinda loose, but i like it better than my original idea. I was just going to have you be with the Elite, but I like this better."

"I love it, thank you!" You say excitedly and Looking over to Kenny, "You're okay with being in a romance line with Yuta??" he asks. "I mean. yeah. I dont really have a problem with that.' "Oh really?"

Renee and Tony look on awkwardly, you don't even understand that Kenny's a little hurt by the way you saw no problem with the story line. You look at him confused and he holds back the urge to say something. But he swallows his pride and glances at Tony, "Cool, thats fine with me too. Just don't fall for Yuta." Another awkward silence falls upon the room.

"Heh, okay... Will do my best" you awkwardly laugh off. Kenny looks at his phone and quickly makes an excuse to leave. You start to walk away with Renee, "Well that was weird, but Yay!! You've got some screen time now. And I'll make sure that Jon doesn't take the spotlight, you know he loves to talk." she laughs. "Yeah it will be fun, I just need to get with Wheeler and see how we want to play this out."

"And Kenny," Renee interjects

"What? you reply

"You need to meet with Kenny too, to see how they want to do the whole cat and mouse thing. Tony said they're planning the whole love triangle thing out right? So you need to meet with Ken too." "Oh Yeah, thats true"

"soo... are we just not going to address how Kenny seemed upset that you chose a story line with Wheeler over him?" blushing you say "oh please he's not hurt. He has a big enough ego to keep him safe from falling off a mountain." you laugh

"Oh do I? Well if my ego isn't too big for you, maybe you can make some time and talk about how we're supposed like I would actually want something to do with you in the first place." he said irritated, "Ken, hey, that's not cool" Renee came to your defense. You couldn't think of anything to say as you were holding back tears from his comment. "I- Im just going to go back to the room. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"you dont have to be a dick to her to get her to like her, You're not twelve" Renee told kenny as you walked away. "You don't know what you're talking about" "I think I do, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this. Jist go tell that poor girl that you Like Like her and maybe she'll eat lunch with you tomorrow in the cafeteria." He looked at her in silence, "You're a grown man, just ask her out. And as for the Yuta line, its our job and you know that. Dont make her give up a great opportunity just because you cant step to plate. This is why I -"

"What if I've already messed it up?" she looked confused, "What if I've already given her the idea that I don't want anything to do with her?" He looked at Renee, angry but at himself and looking for real advice. "Then I'd go talk to her, without being a dick, and tell her what you actually want. Oh, and stop with the whole Friends with Benefits bullshit, neither one of you are the type anyway." Kenny had a shocked look on his face, "Dude, its glaringly obvious... We all stay in the same hotels, and you're not as sneaky as you think. Especially y/n, I love her but she cant lie worth shit. I ran into her once and she said she was going for a walk... It was almost one in the morning and we were in Downtown Detroit... Look just go and hope that she still even wants your ass after that stunt."

Kenny quickly left and git his things to meet you at the hotel. You had separate rooms but they were adjoining this time. It made things easier, though apparently it didn't make it more secretive. Kenny checked into his room, and looked in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. He had stopped by drug store on the way to the hotel to buy you flowers, they were beat up but he thought they were still nice. As he was getting up the nerve to knock at your door he could hear the muffled sound of you crying.

You were on the phone, explaining to the other line that you were stupid to think that there was even a chance. He could hear the words, 'I hate. I even let myself get this close to him.' The sentence crushed him, he never wanted to make you feel this way. He never honestly thought that you wanted any more either. In the moment, he wanted to walk away, but his hand continued to knock on the door. He immediately regretted the action as he heard ypu abruptly end the call.

"Ken?" He heard you timidly say towards the door. He stood silent. "Kenny? ... Tyson?" He could hear your steps towards the door and befor he could back away you were face to face. "Uh, hi" He said. You stood silent.

"Look, I'm really sorry Y/N. I was an ass, a huge fucking dick. I- I just I dont like the idea of you being with someone else..." The air felt thick around and the silence was deafening. "I got you these, I know it doesn't make it better. I just, I'm sorry. You're beautiful and smart and funny and kind and I just dont like the idea of sharing you even if its just a story line, you're mine and i Just dont-"

"I'm yours?" You questioned quietly, tears still in your eyes. He looked up sheepishly, and stammered "Not minelike I own you or something, Like you're my girl. Well, not like my girlfriend because i knoe you just want a casual thing...Which is fine, but i Dont know just maybe like I think about being.."

"Ken-"

"... that maybe we could. its stupid forget it sorry."

"Tys-"

" My point is to do the Yuta line and I'll stop being a dick, and I'm sorry."

A moment passes,

"I never said I wanted casual, i thought you did."

"Well, I thought I did at first but the more I think about I dont want anyone else but you. And when Tony said that he was going to put you with Wheeler, the thought of you in his arms pissed me off and I apparently just decided to show my ass. Im sorry"

"It's just the job though,"

"And I know that, and I have done enough of this shit that shoulf be able to separate it from reality, but it just hit me wrong."

"What if we weren't casual?"

He smirked slightly to himself, "Would you being willing to have me after tonight?"

"Oh you definitely have been an ass tonight, and your dumbass made me cry. Which I'm never forgiving by the way, but I like your dumbass. Its one of my favorite parts of you. I lo- I really care about you Kenny. but you cant stunt my career because we have something together."

"I know that, and I never intended to do so. And I- fuck it, Y/N I dont want this, us, to be a casual thing anymore. I want you, I want to be with you. I want to go to bed with you, wake you to you and be with you every day. I don't want to sneak around anymore. I just, I love you damnit and I don't want anyone else thinking they can have you. Y/N will you go ou-"

You reach up and kissed him passionately, your arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss.

Your passion was quickly reciprocated as Kenny cupped your face, kissing you harder and leading you further into the room.

In seconds, the back of your knees hit the bed. Without hesitation, Kenny sweeps you up from under you and lays you on the center of the bed without ever breaking away from your lips. You feel his hands sliding up your thighs and under your shirt. He quickly finds your bare breast and kneeds the soft mound briefly before removing your shirt entirely. Hes quick to connect his mouth to your chest, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nipples, making sure to leave a mark. You hiss at the pain but he breaks away to look you in the eye, "I know, but I need to make sure everyone knows your mine"

Your legs wrapped around his body as he towers over you giving him the prime opportunity to slip his hands downward and strip you of your shorts.

"God i love when you dont wear panties" He starts to space words apart with kisses on your body, leading to your core. "almost. As Much. As I Love. This. Perfect. Little. Pussy. Right. Here."

You instantly moan, as you feel hes his tongue swipe and circle over your clit. He moans against you causing the an soft vibration where you need it most. "Fuck Ken- God, Right there" You entangle your hands in his hair, pressing him deeper into you. "Fuckkk, Tyson..." You feel his fingers plunge into your pussy, instantly hooking them to hit the deep spot inside you. It never mattered what the situation was, he always knew exactly what and where you needed it most. He could feel you already starting to grip his fingers, when he looks up at you, his blue eyes darkened with lust, his beard scratching along your skin. "Cum for me baby, let me hear you. I want to taste how good I make you feel."

With that you cam undone, moan loudly, screaming his name, you hands clutching the sheets, legs writhing under his weight. But he didn't stop, Kenny kept going until you were babling nonsense before he even took his cock out. Muttering to yourself, trying to catch your breath, he stands, face dripping with your cum and a proud smirk across his face. He rids himself of his pants, his cock springing fre only to immediately be caught by his hand, stoking himself feverishly.

"Fuck y/n look at you. You're fucking perfect, so beautiful when you're cock drunk, and I haven't even fucked you yet. Leaning over you to look you in the eyes, tiling your chin in his direction. He gruffly says, "You're absolutely perfect, and you're mine. No one else gets to have you like I do, and no one can satisfy me like you do. So, I'm going to show you why no one can ever satisfy you like I can."

[jihyocentric]

an update on fwb!jeonghyo before i go to sleep. mostly dedicated to @darlinghyo, hoping to make you become a jeonghyo enthusiast!

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"how do i look?"

jihyo steps out of the bathroom, getting jeongyeon's attention. jeongyeon had been waiting for her for at least an hour while jihyo decided what she'd wear for the night. jihyo always took ages to get ready, so jeongyeon just accepted that they'd be late no matter how early she had told jihyo that they'd be going out.

without even looking at jihyo, jeongyeon replied. "ugly. go change it."

"look at me!" jihyo whined. "if you want me to be your girlfriend for the night, at least treat me like one."

jeongyeon sighed, lifting her eyes away from the phone in her hands. she was certainly surprised by what she saw. jihyo put a lot of effort on looking pretty, although she didn't need to, she was beautiful with or without the amount of makeup on her face and that dress of which hugged her body and all of its curves. jeongyeon remembers saying that jihyo should do her best because she wanted to impress her colleagues from work earlier, but jihyo certainly surpassed her expectations.

"you're hot." jeongyeon says, getting up from the bed. "are you trying to become my girlfriend for real, miss park?" she walks towards jihyo, holding the younger's hips when she reaches her.

jihyo is tempted to kiss her, but then she'd have to fix her makeup and they were already short in time. "w-weren't you the one complaining about us being late?"

at that, jeongyeon seemingly reminds that they were supposed to be going out to have dinner with the people from work. it makes her inch away, just barely. jihyo manages to escape from jeongyeon's claws, just because it was an important dinner that jeongyeon had to attend. or else she'd be already naked, writhing under jeongyeon until the older thinks it's enough — and, from what jihyo has experienced, that would take hours. it's not as if she didn't want it, but jihyo didn't spend hours getting ready just for jeongyeon to ruin her look in seconds. so she decided to be the responsible one, placing a hand over jeongyeon's shoulders to prevent her from getting any closer.

jeongyeon sighs, disappointed. "you're right. we should get going."

"why do we have to play pretend anyway?" jihyo asks, fixing jeongyeon's tie. once again, jeongyeon wore the suit that made jihyo wet to her thighs.

"everybody at the company has a girlfriend or is married." jeongyeon explains. "don't wanna be an outcast. besides, it's not like we're really lying. we fuck almost every night, that should be enough to call you my partner."

"the way you say it is disgusting." jihyo slaps jeongyeon's shoulder, then pouts. "i'd rather be your wife then. it would be more exciting to pretend we're married."

"maybe in a few years you can be. no need to pretend." jeongyeon says, laughing a little when she does. jihyo blinks, surprised by jeongyeon's answer. as if she hadn't said something that could potentially change the way they perceive their relationship, jeongyeon adds: "come on, you need to be my girlfriend for tonight."

jihyo decides she will think about what jeongyeon said later. they've always been playful about their friendship with benefits, dangerously so, but now that she thinks about what jeongyeon said, they really don't look like just friends anymore. jihyo is guilty of asking jeongyeon to stop flirting with other girls, she admits that and recognizes that she might be a little possessive of something that is not really hers. she's guilty of treating jeongyeon like her own, like her partner. but they weren't girlfriends... yet. or at all.

still, she does her best to impress jeongyeon's friends while they're out, holding jeongyeon's hand and acting like the clingy, lovely girlfriend that anyone would ask for, almost falling on her own trap in the process. it feels nice, jihyo thinks, being able to act like jeongyeon's girlfriend, and it feels more natural than she would've thought. jihyo decides then that she should even demand for something in return for her good acting, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

when they arrive home it doesn't take two seconds before jihyo finds herself getting lifted from the ground. jeongyeon doesn't say anything, just takes jihyo to her lap and goes to her bedroom, placing her on the bed before moving away just a little, so she could loosen her tie up.

"you should pay me back for tonight." jihyo says, nosily, already charging jeongyeon for her services.

jeongyeon moves her fingers to her own shirt, ready to open it up. "i'm planning to do so."

jihyo stops her before she could open the buttons of her shirt. "then let's do it my way." she takes her dress off, showing jeongyeon that she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath. "i get naked, you stay with your clothes on."

"you have a thing for this suit, huh?" jeongyeon teased, but her eyes didn't meet jihyo's, too busy looking at her bare chest.

"and you have a thing for my tits." jihyo retorts, holding jeongyeon's head to get her attention away from her chest. "go wear the strap. and leave your pants on."

"alright ma'am." jeongyeon complies, getting up from the bed. she searches for it in her wardrobe, getting the medium sized dildo to place in the harness.

jihyo notices jeongyeon picked the one they use every other day, but that's not what she wants. "no! get the thickest one."

"you couldn't take it last time." jeongyeon says, pulling her pants down so she could wear the harness.

"i'll take it now. i'm ready!" jihyo says. "and you owe me this." she adds, convincingly.

jeongyeon grants to her wish, giving in to her slight manipulation. deep down, she knew jihyo would struggle to take something that big and she was mean enough to want to see it. so she wears the strap, and then, as jihyo had asked, pulls her pants up so she's fully dressed again. jihyo calls her, spreading her legs just enough to give jeongyeon space to settle between them, after removing her wet panties. they'd have no use there anyway.

jeongyeon likes jihyo like that, truthfully. not showing any signs of dominance and clearly needy for her touch. she liked it when jihyo was on top, but something about her best friend, daddy's good girl, top student of her class, the same one who refused to even kiss her in the mouth months ago when they became... closer, now spreading her legs for her, waiting to be filled, made jeongyeon feel the most turned on.

jeongyeon leans closer, lips almost touching jihyo's. she guides two fingers to jihyo's core, rubbing her clit and folds to spread the wetness and then dipping her fingers inside, making the younger gasp. "must stretch you up nicely."

"just fill me up already," jihyo whines, her walls squeezing jeongyeon's fingers.

"but i am filling you up." the older teases, fingers working diligently on preparing jihyo for the strap.

"need something bigger," jihyo huff out, sneakily opening the zipper of jeongyeon's pants. she manages to take the shaft out, and now that she looks at it again, she's not sure if she can really take it. but jihyo is stubborn, and she won't give up until that thing is buried deep inside her.

jeongyeon tries to be slow, replacing jihyo's hand with hers and brushing the shaft against her soaked folds to lubricate the shaft. she starts with the tip, sliding it inside with a bit of effort. jihyo was tight, but the effort paid off when she got to see the younger's flushed face. jeongyeon pushed it further in, watching jihyo's reactions as she buried the shaft inside, inch after inch, with a big grin on her face because jihyo clearly struggles to take it but decides to play it cool, for the sake of her pride.

"feels nice," jihyo tells her, whimpering at the light brushes of jeongyeon's thumb on her clit. "god, you're so deep." she whines, clenching around the toy. jeongyeon couldn't feel it but she just knew jihyo was clamping hard around the silicon cock. jihyo grabs jeongyeon's tie and brings her face closer. "fuck me, yoo jeongyeon. don't just stare."

"any other requests?" jeongyeon asks, starting to move her hips.

"actually, i..." jihyo starts, but then she stops talking when jeongyeon gets rougher.

it is all jihyo wants. jeongyeon knows just how to make her weak, pressing her against the bed and diving deep with each thrust, making her gush around the shaft and whine, looking ridiculous to the old jihyo who would never accept being in such a vulnerable position. but there she was now, taking jeongyeon's largest dildo and almost crying at the intense stretch — but loving every second of it.

jihyo can't help but grab jeongyeon's suit as she feels closer to the edge, taking advantage on the position to kiss jeongyeon, moaning into her mouth. "faster," she demands.

jeongyeon pulls away from the kiss, kneeling on the bed so she'd get a better angle. she licks her lips when she notices just how much that dildo stretched jihyo up, splitting her apart really. jihyo grabs her own tits, making a show of squeezing them and pinching her nipples while jeongyeon pounds into her, and it's not long until she comes abruptly, pushing jeongyeon away so the shaft get pulled out and she squirts, eyes rolling back and chest heaving.

"was it that good?" jeongyeon coos, caressing jihyo's legs to calm her down.

"so good." jihyo answers mindlessly, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat from all the effort she had done. "want more."

jeongyeon doesn't know until how long jihyo's knees will be able to support her body but she still rolls jihyo over and makes her get on her fours. she was a fan of the view, and jihyo got more submissive when her ass was bright red. that might be jihyo's payment for being jeongyeon's companion for the night, but jeongyeon felt like she was the one getting paid off.

when it's almost daytime again, both of them fall weak on the bed, sweaty and bare. the sheets were wet, victims of their hours of wonderful sex that was no good for them as college students, who had to wake up early to attend to class. there was no way jihyo would be able to go, she was too sore and she doubted she'd be able to walk in the next hours, and jeongyeon's thighs burned and hurt from all the pounding against jihyo's body.

"i hope you're happy with your payment because i don't think i can move anymore." jeongyeon tells jihyo, her breathing still unsteady, voice cracking up.

jihyo laughs, despite not feeling her legs and being way worse than jeongyeon. she touches the harness around jeongyeon's hip, ignoring the dildo coated in her own cum. "take this off and cuddle me."

jeongyeon does her best trying to take it off without having to move around too much, wincing in pain every other time. "i've never been so destroyed after sex."

"i'll take that as a compliment." jihyo giggles, laying her head on jeongyeon's shoulder. the silence is good, and they're both able to fall asleep quickly, too exhausted to keep awake.

[delightfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { daphne lockhart } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { she} is/are ? they kind of look like { jessica alexander } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { twenty nine } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { ten years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { sophie sheridan  } from { mamma mia }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { seaglass bed and breakfast } as the { owner }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { magnet} of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { flighty } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { gentle} to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { two bedroom } apartment beside me over in { sunny shores }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!  { jules. 27. she/her. central. } - alyssa lockhart sibling connection

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name: daphne lockhart nickname(s): daph, di, blue (by her fam) gender: cis-female pronouns: she/her age: twenty nine dob: february 24 pob: california orientation: bisexual

background: (tw for death mention)

daphne grew up the oldest of the lockhart siblings. growing up was typically easy. the siblings all got along rather well minus the small fights they'd get in over the dumbest things.

while growing up, seemingly out of nowhere, their father up and left behind his wife and the kids. daphne tried to remain optimistic, hoping maybe he would come back but it became apparent after a while that wasn't going to happen. soon-after, she gained word that her father got remarried and brought her now step sibling into the mix. daph and her siblings did not react well to this in the beginning. she still catches herself with a bad inward attitude towards her "new family" but she would never let them know that.

as the girl got older, she and her mother became super close. she considered her mom one of her best friends and they really did end up taking on the world together along with her siblings.

daph later decided that she was determined to move and make her dream a reality. she ended up moving to palmview when she was 19. getting a job at the local bnb and really befriending the old couple who owned it. later on, they ended up passing the bnb on to daphne. they saw the potential in daph and believed she could take the home to new heights and really treat it how it was meant to be treated.

currently, daph runs the bnb and its her baby. she hosts lots of parties and events in the home and is a huge staple with tourism here in palmview.

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friends: i'd love your typical friends, best friends, ride or die friends, etc..

relationships: fwb, exes (ending on good or bad terms), failed tinder dates, etc..

family friends: either their families knew/know each other, they grew up together, childhood friends, literally anything to do with growing up or her fam.

work related: bnb workers, partners for different vendor opportunities (ie: pastries, restaurant pop ups, etc) she's very into the whole shop local/support local !

im open to almost anything !!

[ofwishfulthinking]

if you’re hearing MANEATER by DARYL HALL & JOHN OATES playing, you have to know LEILA TIWARI (SHE/HER; CISGENDER WOMAN) is near by! the 28 year old RETIRED MODEL/DANCER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, 26 YEARS. they’re known to be quite FICKLE, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MADDISON JAIZANI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those LITTLE BLACK DRESS, SIGNATURE RED LIPS, FEMME FATALE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

I'm going to be honest here, Leila's a completely new muse. So, we'll be discovering her together. Here's what I know so far:

Leila was born in London, England. When she was 3, her family migrated to the US.

She was "discovered" when she was 16 and ended up doing a handful of modeling gigs. Nothing that would garner her international fame, but enough to make her a noticeable face around town.

Around 23, the jobs started petering out. It was then that Leila decided to retire. She claims that she made this decision on her own, but truth be told, the modeling world was not as glamorous as it was often made out to seem, and Leila was quickly learning that in order to gain any footing, she'd need to do certain things. Things that she was not comfortable with.

So, she retired.

She tried her hand at college, but dropped out after a year. It just didn't feel right to her.

Ever since then, she's been working as a dancer at Ambrosia Lounge. She doesn't hate it, but it's not definitely not a forever gig. Over the last few months, she's also been trying to convince Malachi to allow her to teach pole dancing classes at Swolemates (it's great exercise, she says.) Looks like her wish is about to be granted, as the gym is undergoing some renovations.

Two weeks ago, Leila left her fiancé at the altar. She'd been thrilled by the prospect of getting married. She loved him more than anything else. But then the day arrived and she couldn't go through with it. So now she's dealing with the aftermath of that.

Potential connections:

Friends

Enemies

Patrons and Coworkers at Ambrosia Lounge

Flings/FWB/Exes

Found family

Fiancé (WC on main)

any and everything

[charfletchh]

CALLING TOO MUCH, YOU'RE BREAKING MY PHONE. MAD WHEN YOU DO AND SAD WHEN YOU DON'T.

{ VALENTINA ZENERE, 22, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that CHARLOTTE FLETCHER? A SENIOR originally from BOSTON, MASS. they decided to come to Ogden College to study COMPUTER SCIENCE. They’re THE FEMME FATALE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

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BASICS:

full name: charlotte "charlie" elizabeth fletcher

age: 23

date of birth: oct. 28, 1999

zodiac sign: scorpio

hometown: boston, mass

gender: cis female

sexuality: pansexual

RELATIONSHIPS:

father: charles fletcher- disconnected, strict, but present. a lawyer of some kind, she doesn't really care what he does.

mother: mary brandt, formerly fletcher, formerly morales. charlie doesn't know where she is and she really doesn't care.

siblings: two younger brothersPERSONALITY:

positive qualities: generous, charismatic, supportive, nonjudgemental

negative qualities: apathetic, entitled, condescending

skills: just skating by in school, bringing the party, getting what she wants

character parallels: samantha jones (satc), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), jackie burkhart (that 70's show), michelle richardson (skins), hailey dunphey (modern family), edie britt (desperate housewives)

relationship to greer: many thought that charlie was jealous of greer, and that was probably true in the way all women were jealous of a woman like greer. but that wasn’t it, really- charlie would have never traded her own life for greer’s golden cage. she loved her friend. but something about her dug under charlie’s skin. it could have been the glass-like skin, the goody two-shoes act, the way people looked at charlie’s chest when she talked and greer’s eyes when she did. whatever it was, she often found herself in a bad mood when they were together and would pick apart the smallest things she did. they were famous for their fights, frequently heard screaming at each other through the walls over a boy who had followed them both on instagram or a backhanded comment made two days prior about someone’s shoes. no one incensed her like greer did; the only thing more fun than fighting with her was making up with her.

school activities: volleyball (because her father made her join a sport in high school and she likes the shorts- she plays outside), kappa kappa gamma (for clout and because she looks fantastic in letters), and the robotics society (because she should probably get a job someday and she was told winning a robotics competition looked good to FAANG).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the rolodex: her reputation is well-earned, and she wouldn't want to fail to live up to it. she's messed around with half of campus. open to any kind of FWB/one night stand/potential relationship connections!!

the chase: i think it would be funny if there was one person she was really into and they wanted nothing to do with her. or maybe the other way around!

the heartbroken: while many of her trysts end with a mutually agreed upon separation (or a separation she makes you think was your idea), inevitably, things get ugly. you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette.

charlie's angels: in greer's absense, charlie is taking advantage of the power gap to cultivate her own following. she's hand-selected a few dear friends to join her inner circle.

study buddies: "why doesn't anyone think i'm smart?" she says as she googles "do i need to pay taxes". she is good at what she does though and enjoys programming. would love to have a few other STEM connections so she can elle woods in Intro to Machine Learning.

mom friend: charlie is a wreck herself so when someone's coming to her for advice, shit must be really bad. she's always good for a cigarette and some good, if not always easy to hear, advice.

yuck!: charlie doesn't have a problem catching feelings, she just can't sustain them. so why hasn't she gotten the ick yet from someone she'd thought was just a one night stand?

i am literally down for anything though so if you have any wcs my girliepop can fill let me know!! she's unhinged i would love some unhinged plots

OTHER HCS:

i think the funniest thing in the world would be someone calling her chuck like i can't get it out of my head. if our muses r close pls call her chuck.

she's a big reader but mainly of books with insane female main characters. huge fan of Boy Parts, A Certain Hunger, My Year of Rest and Relaxation, ect.

she is not a "clean girl". she is a feral girl. she always has last night's mascara under her eyes and never makes her bed. she pays to have her laundry sent out not really because she's lazy but because she lets it pile up for like 3 weeks at a time and then has no underwear.

she was some kind of senior mentor/orientation leader/tour guide and she absolutely terrified the freshmen. i think she likes to mentor.

yes, she pulls because she's confident and confidence is sexy, but she also pulls because she's a little goofy.

her favorite moment in history is stevie nicks making lindsay buckingham sing backup on silver springs. she can only dream to have that much power over a man one day.

she's one of those girls who always thinks she should start a podcast.

she's anti-weed but pro-coke

big charli xcx girl

[goxinsane]

open to: f/nb/m suggested connections: fwb/friend, neighbour, crush, partner (who lives elsewhere), stranger, etc.

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE RESPONDING *made with beta.

Waking up in someone else’s bed had NOT stopped Andromeda from sleeping in. Shockingly, she wasn’t the kind of girl to leave before the beautiful sun rose. The energy from last night’s shenanigan's caused her to savour the moment. The other’s mattress was firm, the pillows were plump and the best of all? Arms had been draped around her, providing her with warmth and comfort. Feeling refreshed was the best way to start her day-- all she craved now was an iced matcha latte, and potentially a kiss. Lazily, she plopped her arm across the bedside and it felt cold, signifying the other body was no longer around. Part of her hoped that her loud snoring hadn’t awoken the other enough to leave the bed, though, understandably as the clock began to itch closer to noon--- maybe there was a different reason to leave her undisturbed. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Hearing rustling caused her to stop and chuckle. “If you wanted to watch me sleep, I would’ve preferred you NOT hovering over me as if you were planning on scaring, or worse, going kill me. This isn’t a horror movie and white sheets are TOTALLY the wrong move.” Andi gestured to her surroundings. She didn’t care how long she slept for, but her next words were full of assumptions, true to her character. “You got any plans today? Because I was thinking that we should go and get random and stupid looking tattoos? I’ll even pay for it, if that’s your deciding factor. Then hit up the local froyo place for half-off cups, or maybe go to Costco and fill up on their cheap, kosher hot dogs? Maybe even sneak into a movie? None of it has to be in this order, but doesn’t it sound fun?” 

Please, please don’t leave her disappointed... !!

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I think it's FWB and trolling. Some of the fandom wonders why Chris doesn't have career opportunities like Adam Driver, Chris Pine, and other peers. Stuff like this illustrates why Chris has stayed at a certain level in Hollywood. He is immature, messy, and is surrounded by people who are the same. He won't find any woman of quality with his antics and syphocant friend group. Nor will he level up his career. He is just wasted potential. // dear lord I am probably going to get hate for this but I totally agree. If not for his captain america role he would not be considered an A lister, like just compare him with his peers and for the sake of something a little more contained just look at his marvel co-stars, he is one of the few who doesnt have an important award not even a nominations and he is 20 years in, the only other’s that como to mind are the other chris's, but they seem to go for the blockbuster movies not really the award winning ones, and that wouldn't to bad if he was of the same mindset, but I think with DJ was him giving it a shot at something more serious and i remember him campaing quite hard for that emmy nom, that never came because his acting was eh, we will se with pain hustlers but I am not sure if he is up par with emily blunt (I have a feeling it will be like dont worry darling kind of thing, she shines and.. He is there), I also think that is the reason he is trying so hard to make the gene kelly project happen. He wants the awards.

The people around him might be good friends but they also seem like yes people and with the affinity of trolling, bunch of 40 years old that are still quite immature, maybe thats why they get along with Alba and her squad... Except they have the pass cuase they ARE in their mid twenties. Also maybe thats the reason he keeps her around? She seem to mold herselft to whatever he likes, from his books, to the rollerblading, etc. Probably her immaturity validates his

I am not trying to become across as a hater, cause I do not hate him at all, i am a fan but I think theres always room for critizism. He says he wants the house, the family, the kids, but his actions makes him seem inauthentic, I dont really mind the age gap that much considering they met when she was an adult, but if he was serious about her, he would either comfirm it o take a picture and be done with it, not through social media. Again actions not matching words. And I am not saying they are together but thats what it look likes at times, is either that or the he is trolling, and that also is not a good look.

I agree with anon above, he wont find one... I don't wanna say worthy, but don't know how else to describe it, with that attitude. Why sell the family man image to latter not act like it? Be like george clooney, enjoy life, enjoy women, I somwtimes feel that he feels he is against a ticking clock? He should just work on himself and let it happen naturally. I mean, george might have gotten married at like 50 but to Amal.

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[taeghi]

casual | teaser

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you thought you could handle being casual with notorious fratboy!heeseung, but when feelings get involved, you soon realize that 'casual' isn't so simple.

PAIRING : fratboy!heeseung x reader

GENRE : smut, fwb to lovers, enemies? to lovers?? & a little angst?? + 5 smut scenes lol

WC : probs 20k

taglist : ???

YOU LOVE CASUAL SEX.

you've always prided yourself on being the type who keeps things casual. it's not that you're afraid of commitment; rather, you find comfort in the simplicity of fucking and then never seeing the person again. there’s no messy entanglements or feelings. it’s a way to satisfy your desires without the emotional baggage that comes with more serious relationships.

you’d rather be alone, but you still have fun with your friends when you go out. you've never been content with surface-level explanations or shallow interactions. you crave depth, in people and experiences. which you have found to be, truthfully, hard in today’s day and age. 

you’re sensitive to most things, so you try to cover it up– protect yourself– with all the partying, the drinking, the sex. 

and tonight, like every other normal friday night; you’re at a party. 

there’s a familiar thump of music and loud chatter around you that you’ve grown accustomed to. yooyeon and gracie, your closest friends are an inseparable couple, are by your side. they've been together for what feels like forever, the kind of relationship that makes you simultaneously envious and relieved you're not in a relationship.

as you continue to sip your drink, yooyeon leans in with her knowing smile, “so, y/n,” teases, “have you decided when you’re gonna settle down? find yourself a nice guy and stop with all these one night stands?” 

you roll your eyes playfully, used to this conversation. "never," you reply with a grin, "casual hookups forever, remember?"

gracie chuckles, shaking her head fondly. "come on, yn," she chimes in, her voice warm with affection, “you know it’s gonna have to get boring at some point.” 

you shrug nonchalantly, though their words do make you pause for a moment. "maybe someday," you concede, though deep down, you're not so sure. relationships have never been your thing, and the thought of settling down feels suffocating.

"come on, yn," yooyeon nudges you gently, her expression softening, "we love you just the way you are. but don't close yourself off to the possibility, okay?"

you nod, grateful for their understanding. deep down, you know they're right—they always are. but for now, you want to find someone to relieve the ache that’s been in your core all day. 

you turn to gracie, the one who always knows all the drama on your college campus, “who is here that i can hook up with?” 

gracie rolls her eyes and looks around the crowded frat house, “hm,” she thinks outloud, “well jeongin and bella broke up this week…” 

you shake your head, “too soon, i don’t want to be a potential rebound for him.” 

yooyeon scoffs and continues to drink, listening to your guys’ conversation. 

“how about,” gracie, “mark? he’s real chatty though.”

you groan, “then no.”

gracie goes on a small list of people that she sees around, but none of them suffice. none of them are your type or seem to be able to satisfy you. you tell your friends that you’re going to go get another drink– you’ll need one. 

the kitchen table has a handful of drinks to choose from. there’s punch and beer and vodka, half of it has been spilt all over said table. 

“the punch is good,” a voice suddenly says from beside you. 

when you turn, you instantly recognize him– he’s one of the frat boys that lives in this house, maybe the most popular one of them all. 

lee heeseung stands beside you with an air of confidence that is probably more on the cocky side. his posture is relaxed yet demeaning. his hair is tousled and his clothes give off a carefree attitude. 

pretty much everyone at your college knows lee heeseung from his parties, his stories, the multiple girls he has slept with. you’ve heard enough stories about him to write an entire book, yet his entire persona is more annoying than appealing to you. his entire act is one that you’ve seen played out too many times before. 

“good to know,” you say and grab a beer instead. 

heeseung raises his eyebrow at your choice, “i’m heeseung.” his voice is smooth and cuts through the noise of the party. 

you take a sip of your beer, “i know who you are.” you reply bounty, not bothering to hide your disinterest.

intrigued by your coldness, “right,” he acknowledges with a smirk, “and i know who you are.” 

“congrats," you say dryly, with a fake excitement to your tone. 

heeseung suddenly leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear, his voice low, "you're the girl who only does casual sex, right?"

you're taken aback by his boldness, but there's a flicker of curiosity in your eyes. "i might be,"

heeseung smirks down at you at your answer. you let yourself think that maybe the notorious fuckboy is pretty handsome. his complexion seemingly glows, his eyes are full of a flirty playfulness, and his smile is charming enough. 

“well, do you wanna have casual sex with me?” 

if it wasn’t lee heeseung standing in front of you, you would be surprised. 

instead, you let out a groan, your face contorts in disgust, “god no.” 

heeseung tilts his head, “why not? i thought you were into that.” 

“because you’re like a walking std.” 

instead of getting offended like you had hoped, heeseung bursts out laughing in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes squinting. 

"damn, straight to the point," he manages between chuckles, clearly amused by your blunt response. 

you roll your eyes, trying not to let his laughter get under your skin. "just being honest," you retort, though there's a hint of begrudging amusement in your tone. 

“i’ll see you around, y/n.” 

you turn on your heel, your back already faced him when you reply, “no, you won’t.”

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[mjmikaelscn]

[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay,[MARY JANE 'MJ' MIKAELSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELIZABETH OLSEN]. You must be the { THIRTY TWO] year old [PHOTOJOURNALIST/WRITER]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [RELENTLESS] and your favorite song is[BLOOM BY IN PIECES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in[OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

okay so i'm going to keep this short and sweet for now before i bounce off to work but will maybe expand and put up a proper bio later!

TW: alcoholism, child abuse, car accident

she was born and raised in queens! to a very chaotic family. essentially her parents are like frank and monica from shameless, barely around, way too addicted to their unhealthy vices to pay their kids any mind. mj and the rest of her siblings were raised by their elder ones.

was always a really curious kid who was a magnet for trouble from the get go. she'd always stick her nose into business and places where it didn't belong. but yeah, definitely didn't make it any easier for her older siblings.

despite the fact that she's very intelligent, she's easily distracted and was never a good student. she barely graduated high school before picking up with nothing more than a backpack and a camera and traveling overseas. it was here where she really developed her eyes and skills as a photographer.

met a world reknown photojournalist who took mj under her wing, wanting to inspire more women to get into the field. (yes it's taken inspiration from the movie civil war shhhhhhh!) for years, she followed and learned from one of the best and grew into her own talent.

mj specifically excels with her intimate portrait work, having the innate ability to make people feel right at home and safe with her, allowing them to be perfectly vulnerable.

came home a few years ago after a bad car accident, miraculously living. it definitely freaked her out though so she's been local back in NYC ever since, shooting for the washington post.

now, she'll travel around the country but has been too afraid to go too much further. so she's been focusing on reconciling with her loved ones.

PERSONALITY:

she's feisty and adventurous as fuck, rarely says no, always down to try anything once. definitely charismatic in a way that naturally draws people to her, sarcastic and witty. not afraid to fight at all. a loyal and devoted friend. probably not the best girlfriend though she definitely tries.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:

exes: on good and bad terms, from childhood or since she's been back the last few years.

fwb

besties

girl gang

drinking buddies

sibling like friends

roommates

neighbors

[amaranthineghost]

Hi! Can I request an angst abt Lando Norris and Margarida Corceiro being seen together? No cheating, miscommunications with reader. Or FWB!reader.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS COMPLICATIONS ( lando norris. )

lando norris x reader

after lando and margarida were seen in public together, she isn't sure that her feelings were reciprocated by the brit. despite having been friends with benefits for months, swearing they wouldn't develop feelings, they seemed to have failed.

warnings: minimal smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits relationship, miscommunications, angst.

authors note: I loved this so much, it was actually really fun to make and I wanted to combine a smau and just a normal writing imagine so 🫶🏼 apologies for my absence, summer break hit and i wanted nothing more than to just lay in bed and sleep all day (sob)

“FUCK, DON'T LET IT BE TRUE, PLEASE don't let it be true,” she whispered into her hand, basically pleading to the universe, if it was even listening. her palm covered her lips as a sick feeling brewed in the pit of her stomach. she felt she could throw up any moment. the hand over her mouth was subconscious, an involuntary movement as she felt the cold rings on her fingers press against her skin. she swallowed thickly as she scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled to find hope—false hope. no amount of scrolling could calm the nausea that crashed like waves during a storm in the open ocean. if anything, it only worsened the feeling.

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she kept bringing herself back to it. she looked over the outlines of their figures; she scoured the internet to find the same silhouettes, hoping to find pictures of them wearing the same outfits, just on a different day. she wanted to find proof it was photoshopped, but she knew in her heart that it wasn’t. she was only letting herself down by allowing herself to hope that it wasn’t true, but it was. probably.

she sat on the toilet in the bathroom stall of a nightclub she went to with lando. in her party dress that he had complimented her on numerous times that night, it felt too tight for her body all of a sudden. her tongue grazed over her teeth as she now went to twitter, scrolling through countless twitter threads of the new ‘couple.’ her stomach churned with unease—how could she compete with her? she's stunning—literally a model.

besides, margarida was winning the competition she didn't even know she was apart of, managing to one-up her by potentially dating lando. she couldn't even get close.

her and lando were complicated in comparison. their relationship could never compare. they were friends with benefits, and with it was the silent agreement that they'd never be anything more. it would be too awkward if they were, and years of friendship would be ruined. they were friends with benefits, but at times, it felt like the opposite. she started calling their relationship ‘friends with complications,’ but he didn't know that.

she should've cut it off the second she felt anything more than platonic with him, but what they were doing was far from that to begin with. she would've had to cut him off way before their fwb relationship began—because she had felt something for him for a while, and this is the closest she could come to having him. not anymore though.

she had secretly been hoping that her feelings were reciprocated—it was already heart-wrenching enough to think that he might think their meaningless hook-ups were just that—meaningless. they were supposed to be.

to him, maybe they always were.

he probably saw her only as a friend because that's what she was. his friend that he had approached and asked to fuck because he couldn't risk it hooking up with someone from a random club. her heart skipped when he asked, but dread loomed over her shoulder. friends with benefits—complications—never ended with anything more than heartbreak. it was supposed to be meaningless, and she could only hope he didn't feel it was.

to her, they never were.

when his lips kissed down her skin before slipping between her thighs, he practically drank her up, her hands grasping at his curls to pull him impossibly closer. she felt his nose pressing against her, his breaths deep and labored against her skin that only added to the pure bliss he gave her. the groans leaving his lips at the taste of her, sending vibrations through her cunt while she let out hoarse moans. he wouldn't resurface until he was pussydrunk and hazy, multiple orgasms later. her slick coating his chin as his tongue licked it from his skin, he watched as her chest rose and fell quickly; sweat coated her skin, her hair matting to her forehead. his fingers teased over her folds, thumb pressing against her overstimulated clit. she squirmed under his hand, grasping at his wrist with strangled moans.

“c’mon, baby,” he would coax, his voice heavy and manipulative, but not malicious, “giv’me another, please?”

he would ask that of her, lowly groaning at the sight of his fingers being swallowed by her wet pussy, disappearing beyond her glistening folds. she couldn't deny him when he sounded like that. he slowly pumped his middle finger against her slick walls that clenched around him, seamlessly slipping in his ring finger alongside as he stretched her walls out, manipulating her flesh under his fingers as he parted his digits. he watched her face writhe in pleasure, the way her skin creased and her brows furrowed as her jaw went slack at the simple actions.

“so wet f’me,” he marveled, sucking in a sharp breath, “such a pretty pussy all f’me, hm?”

surely, he reciprocated some feelings. with the way he spoke to her, practically worshiping her body while depriving his own of the same pleasure—he claimed he got just as much by getting her off.

but now she didn't know.

she would be lying if she said she didn't know what she was doing when she first agreed to it. she just wished she knew how much it would hurt.

now she wished she could've set that boundary. she didn't then because the desire to just have him—in a way friends don't, and shouldn't—was greater than any thoughts telling her it was a bad idea—that it would only end with it breaking her heart. unfortunately, she had a tendency to follow her heart, not her head. maybe he knew that, but he probably didn't. guys never know.

so here she is, her leg bouncing up and down, and her heel clicked on the floor. she nervously bit at the skin around her fingers, she even drew blood. she cursed herself under her breath before scrolling again.

she sighed, looking at herself with the reflection of her phone screen, a frown on her face as she pursed her lips. her makeup was smudged, her skin had a sheen to it from all the dancing she had been doing in the crowded club. it wasn't her fault the room was stuffed with drunk, sweaty people that made the room rise a few degrees.

when the night was still young, she'd happily walk into the club, lando following behind her like a lost puppy and a look of admiration on his face—taking appreciative glances down her figure. but when the night had long gone on, she loathed being in the club as she'd try to push her way past the sweaty, way too drunk club-goers to get outside for a breath of fresh air. she'd always regret going by the end of the night.

she stared at the image again, like she hadn't already done so for the last three minutes. reluctantly, she scrolled on.

her heart paused at a certain thread, holding her breath involuntarily as she scrolled back for a double take. her brows knit creases on her forehead as her eyes narrowed at the words—her astigmatism and a few too many drinks didn't help her ability to read the text on her phone.

if only they knew, she thought, a scoff slipping past her lips as her eyes lingered on the tweets. she read them over again, secretly wishing the same thing the fans did. a frown settled on her features once again, her head resting on her hands as she huffed out a sigh. her eyes grew heavy, feeling tipsy from the few drinks lando had begged her to let him pay for—she had obliged.

maybe all the signs were there, but with her hazy vision, she failed to read them. her brain that was starting to feel like mush failed to comprehend them too. regardless, her eyes lingered on the phone screen. she rubbed her tired eyes, most likely smudging the mascara across her skin. she’d end up resembling a racoon, but she didn’t care. she was tired, tipsy—she would have somewhat of a hangover— and the bathroom was too hot for her liking.

she didn't know how long she had sat there for, only she knew it was long enough for another person to bang on the door on the other side of the stall. she cursed herself again under her breath, hurriedly standing up from the toilet while simultaneously wiping away the ‘sweat’ from under her eyes and any smeared makeup. she pulled down the scratchy, black material of her dress that had ridden up her thighs before unlocking and pulling open the stall door.

she stood face to face with the girl who banged on the door. she gave a nervous smile, followed by a short chuckle, “sorry,” she mumbled an apology breathlessly, slipping past her with a slight graze against her shoulder.

she bit her lip as she scolded herself for hogging the stall; she had really lost track of time then. as she washed her hands in the sink, vision focused on the suds that washed away the dirtiness of the club that surrounded her. she felt eyes on her. a silhouette in the mirror standing still where the girl had. she had been too zoned out to hear the voice that spoke to her.

it was like her ears had popped when focus came back to her, suddenly she could hear the club music blaring through the air, and she glanced up in the mirror at the girl, flicking her vision back and forth between her and her hands.

“ ‘m so sorry, were you sayin’ something?” she flicked her wrists, water droplets flew from her wettened skin as she looked back down at them, grabbing a paper towel. Her heart beat heavy against her ribcage. she was partially scared the girl was angry with her for hogging the stall, but her relax demeanor told her otherwise.

“girl, ‘s all good,” she chuckled with the shake of her head, the smile lingering on her face as she crossed her arms against her chest, “li’le boy outside askin’ f’you, asked me t’ see if you were still ‘ere.”

she closed her eyes with a sigh, a tongue rolling across the insides of her cheeks as she shook her head with slight guilt and annoyance before opening her eyes again, “tan guy with dark curls?”

“sad excuse f’ some facial hair?” the girl asked jokingly, which incited an involuntary laugh to sneak past her lips. she stepped closer to the sink, her arms falling towards her sides as she leaned against the wall next to the mirror. “yeah, tha’s the one.”

“was he talkin’ a lot?” she stifled her laughs at the girl’s previous comment, pursing her lips as she tossed the horrible quality paper towel into the bin. her eyes were dark as she looked at the girl, the smudged mascara making it look like she had dark bags under her eyes. she reached for another paper towel, wetting it this time.

“jus’ ‘bout you, girl,” she spoke quieter now, seemingly more relaxed compared to the heavy hand she gave the door. “he looked real worried, tha’s some man you got.”

her heart flipped in her chest. If she had thought that he was hers, how many others did? he was asking about her too, he was worried about her. her heart wanted to believe that he really did like her, that this relationship was more than ‘friends with complications.’ her head told her that he was just being a good enough friend to make sure she was alright after she had disappeared 10 minutes ago after having said that she was going to the bathroom.

she scoffed, shaking her head as she swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth thickly, “he’s not my man.”

her tone was reluctant because even though she said that he wasn’t hers, she deeply wished for it to be true. she wanted to call him hers, and she wanted him to call her his.

“fooled me,” she commented with a tone of disbelief laced into her words. she took a pause, watching her expression as she wiped the smudged makeup from her under eyes before speaking again, “so wha's goin’ on that he’s not ‘ur man?”

she let out a long and deep exaggerated sigh as she moved onto the other eyes, “way more complicated than i care to admit,” she said, chuckling dryly, though she didn’t entirely mean to sound so closed-off. her emotions tended to heighten with alcohol intake and it didn’t help that she had this whole fucked relationship with one of her best friends. she looked at the girl again, seeing the raised brows and an expression that told her ‘go on.’

“friends with benefits,” she relented.

she let out a huffed groan, “tha's rough,” she shook her head at the thought “but that man sure don’t act like it. clearly he cares ‘bout you.”

“ ‘s complicated.” she said flatly, not elaborating anymore as she tossed the dirtied paper towel in the bin, turning her back to the mirror as she leaned against the porcelain. her hands felt the rough underside of the unfinished sink, contrasting the smooth exterior of the exposed material.

she watched her for a moment longer as she leaned against the sink, her face flushed and red. she knew she had to report back to the worried brit who stood leaning outside against the wall, waiting for either her to return with an answer, or the girl he had been so concerned about.

“take a moment, girl,” she pushed herself from the wall, walking towards the fancy, heavy door of the club bathroom, “i’ll tell ‘im you’ll be ‘nother minute.”

she nodded in thanks as she watched her leave. her heart still heavy in her chest. she just wished she could escape, slip through the thin window that let in the moonlight, casting a glow across the dimly illuminated bathroom tile.

it brought her back to the numerous late-night hook-up calls she took. the moon casting a silver glow across his tanned skin, cascading down his abs. the shadows emphasized the muscles across his body as she watched them with hazy vision taut with each buck of his hips into her throbbing pussy, the room filled with lewd sounds that only got him harder. muttered praises fell from his lips with every passing second as he buried his cock deeper into her cunt, hitting spots against her gummy walls that elicited strangled squeaks that escaped her pink, swollen lips. her throat red and hoarse as she worked up a release for the nth time. paired with his thumb toying with her over-sensitized clit, he practically bullied her pussy with how much he exhausted from her, milking orgasm after orgasm from her poor, debilitated body.

so much so that he was fucking his releases back into her overstimulated cunt while it dripped down the back of her reddened thighs, pooling onto the bedsheets as it smeared across his hips. he groaned lowly in the back of his throat, his hands clawing at the fat on her hips. he bit his lip at the thought of bruising her skin just from how harshly he fucked himself into her.

“fuck,” he had growled under his breath, pressing his thumb further down on her clit which caused another strained whimper to slip from her lips, “ ‘ur pussy‘s fuckin’ made f’me, ain’t it? hm?”

his voice was cocky, he knew she couldn’t speak. she was a babbling mess under his tanned body, eyes hazy and glossed over as he watched her fucked-over expression—so blissfully cockdrunk all because of him and only him. the noises that filled the room were downright pornographic with the low string of groans constantly falling from his lips and the desperate gasps of breath as he fucked her senseless.

he watched her body writhe under him, her walls clenching around him as she desperately reached for release. he felt it too, pooling at the bottom of his abdomen, the addictive feeling he could only find resolve in buried deep in her sopping pussy, all for him as he filled her again.

it’d be too much to hope that he would make her feel like that again tonight, or any other in the future, especially with magui around now. she could expect their ‘friends with complications’ relationship to finally come to an end after a few months shy of a year. she sighed deeply, pushing herself from the sink finally as she trudged to the bathroom door, heelings clicking against the hard tile. her palms were sweaty and slick against the cold metal bar as she pulled open the door.

her eyes instinctively searched for the tan brit, soon finding him leaning against the wall to the right of the door. his head was leaned back, eyes closed as he waited—she felt guilty, he must’ve been waiting for a while. she glanced over his attire, the navy shirt complimenting his skin, and the veins on his arms more prominent as ever. his curls were messy with sweat from all his partying, and his face was flushed red. his throat bobbed as he swallowed, a breath escaping his lips.

the door of the bathroom closed behind her, grabbing his attention and pulling it to where she stood. her arms were crossed against her chest, pushing her tits together in an insatiable visual. drunk thoughts ran wild in his head, the drinks getting to his brain as his eyes swept over her figure appreciatively—but also in concern.

he pushed himself from the wall, “you ‘kay?” he broke the silent tension between them—because there was music blasting in the back, it wasn’t truly silent.

she nodded simply, closing her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh before opening them again to look at him, “yeah, think i’ll just get some fresh air ‘nd head home,” she told him as she started to walk past where he stood.

“do you want me to come with you?” he offered, following her through the club as she pushed past numerous bodies too occupied with the music.

“no, ‘s fine,” she mumbled, though she wasn’t sure he heard. besides, it wouldn’t look good for him to be seen with her while the post about magui is floating around social media. she didn't need to be painted as the side chick—she was there first anyways.

“are you sure?” he stopped her, grabbing the back of her arm with a firm grip, his palm hot against her skin as she sucked in a breath. she couldn't fold now, she wouldn't allow herself too, even if he was so caring, or appeared to be.

she shrugged his hand off her arm, ignoring the pang of hurt that flashed across his features as he retracted his hand to his pocket, “no, you just have fun, I'll get a cab home.”

with that, she turned and started walking away. she left him standing there, confusion on his face as he watched her figure slowly fade into the club, merging into the crowd as he lost sight of her. he stood there for a few moments longer before he felt an arm around his shoulders, tugging him back into the party atmosphere. he put on a face, taking whatever drink—non-alcoholic—was handed to him, but he couldn't help the unease that lingered in his tummy.

she pushed open the door of the club, feverishly pushing past the people that congregated by the entrance as the fresh air hit her like a splash of room temperature water. she wasn't sure it was any better than the stuffy, stale air that reeked throughout the club because of the sweaty bodies that came and went (literally). the air was warm, adding to the redness that blushed her features, and it was humid. she could feel the frizz in her hair already as strands stuck to her forehead and cheeks. she should’ve expected the air wasn’t going to be a cold splash against her feverishly flushed face, but at least it was better than the club air—she had decided.

she needed to get out of this heat—it was unbearable on top of all of the night’s events that she wished she could just drink away, and maybe she would. she knew the location of the nearest liquor store from where she stood, and she was about to up and walk there when she realized. other than the phone she clutched in her palm, she was empty-handed. she huffed out a breath when she remembered she had given lando her wallet to pocket for her. he still had it, and in it was some cash, cards and her id. she bit her tongue at the thought of having to go back in there—she considered it for a moment.

she couldn’t. she couldn’t bear the thought of facing him after shrugging him off. she couldn’t bear facing him when that flash of hurt cursed his flushed features was branded in her brain. she grimaced at the thought. maybe she had been a little harsh, but she felt it was somewhat justified.

he potentially had a girlfriend, and here he was, complimenting her, ghosting his hands over her waist and back, paying for her drinks.

“pretty girls shouldn’t ‘ave t’ pay for their own drinks,” he claimed after sliding his card across the bartop, calling out to the bartender to start a tab, and to put any drinks she ordered on his. she had tried to grab hold of his wrist; she didn’t want him to pay for her drinks when she was fully capable of doing it herself, but he only repeated his earlier claim.

“ ‘specially after spendin’ so much time dollin’ themselves up,” he only added to his statement before sliding a vodka cranberry across the bartop, “a drink to start the night.”

ultimately, she decided to ditch the idea of getting her wallet back. she would wait until the next time she saw him, or until he showed up on her doorstep like a lost puppy bearing a treasure. she pulled up the uber app on her phone, but frowned at the wait times. she ditched that idea too, opting to walk the way back to her apartment. her frown deepened, the creases more prominent as she glanced downwards at her heels. she could feel the blisters at the back of her feet begin to form and the aching muscle throughout. she glanced at the sidewalk next to it, the concrete not looking like the best thing to walk on barefooted.

she groaned under her breath, feeling the scratchy fabric of her dress clinging to her. her body itched and ached; she wanted nothing more than to peel this stupid dress from her body, or rather have lando do it for her. no, she couldn't think like that anymore. she couldn’t count on him to come to her rescue now—she was all alone again.

she had just began her walk, turning her back to the club as she trudged her heels across the sidewalk, the sound echoing into the night air. her head hung low as she focused her vision on her achy feet. she hadn’t gotten far when a sleek, black car had pulled into a parking spot just ahead of where she was currently walking. she squinted, her vision hazy which flashed memories in her mind when lando brought her to tears from how well he fucked her—took care of her, he stated the next morning.

she may not have been able to recognize the car through blurred vision, but she sure as hell recognized the driver—tanned skin, loose curls all messy and slightly sweaty, dark shirt with few too many buttons undone—lando.

her lips slightly parted in shock—partly because she didn’t believe it was him. maybe it was some random person who happened to look exactly like him, or it was her drunken imagination just wanting to see him—wanted it to be him.

she watched his blurry curls bounce ever so slightly as he walked towards her. her hazy vision coming into focus on him, only him. everything in her vision faded into the back of her mind as she only saw him. She couldn’t tell, but her pupils had dilated at the sight of him.

“c’mon, darlin’, let’s get you ‘ome,” he muttered as his hand ghosted down her back across her bare skin, goosebumps following at his fingers. thumb caressing the low of her back as he pushed her towards the open car door, just waiting for her. it was too inviting.

she felt the air conditioning leaking into the much warmer night air. she sighed at the feeling as she ducked into the car, his hand preventing her from bumping her head, “watch ‘ur head, love.” he cooed before kneeling down off the curb.

his hands touched her with a feather-like weight as he carefully slipped the heels from her feet, listening to the sigh of relief that spilled from her lips as he gently massaged her muscles before standing back up. he gave her a small, warm smile before closing the door again.

when he made his way back around the car, only then did he notice the gaggle of fans that had begun to gather, most holding phones that were probably recording. he brushed them off, smiling to a few as he then ducked into the car as well.

it wasn’t long before he had pulled out of the parking spot—that he did in a rush job and still did better than a certain resident ferrari driver. the drive was short, yet his hand slithered its way to her thigh, squeezing the fatty flesh under his palms subconsciously while his thumb caressed her skin.

his palm was hot against the fat of her thigh, burning into her skin as if their flesh would fuse together and he would be stuck to her until death—and after too. she wanted to shove his hand off because she felt his hands didn’t belong on her. it wasn’t right, but it sure as hell felt right. she was too exhausted anyway.

instead, she just leaned back in the seat as she watched the fuzzy night lights outside the window, that was cracked open, pass by in a blur. the breeze flew through her hair—it felt nice, refreshing.

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she fumbled with the key in her hand, having gotten her wallet and keychain back from the depths of lando’s pockets. he watched from behind her. amusement written into the creases of his face with a smug smile pulling at his lips. he watched her struggle before gently guiding her aside as he took the keys from her hands.

“‘ve got it, jus’ stand there and look pretty,” he muttered with a chuckle, effortlessly twisting the key in the knob before pushing the door open. his hand found her waist again as he supported her stumbled steps into her apartment. he dropped her keys and wallet into the little bowl by the door before walking her through the halls and into her bedroom.

he sat her on the bed, smirking at the disheveled state of her hair from it blowing in the night breeze before slipping into the bathroom. he reemerged with makeup wipes in hand to smear away her carefully constructed makeup routine.

his knee nudged hers aside as he stood between her legs, looking down at the heavy-lidded gaze that stared back at him. his free hand grasped her jaw tenderly as he tentatively wiped away her hard work, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. her eyes fluttered shut, and it tugged at his heartstrings. she looked so peaceful in his hands.

he hummed in satisfaction once her face was bare, slightly red underneath the slathered cosmetics. he dropped his grasp on her jaw, stepping back to the bathroom, but not before his eyes caught on the hamper in her room, hanging over the edge was his shirt. the shirt he had lost months ago, the shirt that he had asked her to look for because he was so sure that he left it at her place. she had it this whole time. his heart swelled at the thought she had been wearing it behind closed doors this whole time, the image in his mind of her in his clothes sent blood rushing through his body. his cheeks warmed, but he cleared his throat before walking back into the bathroom.

he came back to her slumped body on the bed, exhaustion written on her body as he walked back over to her. he could see her irritated skin under the dress, tsk’ing with the shake of his head. he grasped one of the straps between the pads of his fingers, hesitating.

he had no ill intention, he would never, but he knew she was sober enough to at least give him allowance to do it for her. his hand slipped across her cheek, his warm palm against her skin as he tilted her head to look at him.

“think you can change, or y’want me t’ do it?” he asked lowly, his thumb brushing her under-eyes, swiping away a fallen lash.

she hummed, a heavy exhale falling from her lips. she knew it was wrong to ask it of him, not knowing truly if he was off the market or not. regardless, she couldn’t deny the offer. it was lando, after all. “you do it,” her voice was laced with exhaustion.

with her confirmation, a lazy smirk found its way to his lips as his hand found its way around her waist, his fingers tenderly grasping the zipper of the dress before tugging it down slowly. his breath hitching in his throat at the gradual, increased exposure of the bare skin of her back. his eyes darted between the moles he had memorized, probably traced in a memory. he watched the straps fall from her shoulders, the curve of her bare shoulder was the first thing he set his eyes on. smoothness of her skin, interrupted by faint tan lines that made his heart warm—domestic almost—before his eyes reached the carved skin of her collarbone.

of course, she wasn't wearing a bra, he thought, but there was no maliciousness behind it—and it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but the circumstances were different. before the material fell from her chest, he stepped back to grab the shirt from the hamper; he knew it was unwashed, but another wear wouldn't hurt. it certainly wouldn't when it was his shirt. she raised her brow at his action.

he held the shirt in his hands, placing a hand on his chin in an exaggerated thinking pose as she looked at him funny, but it was quickly hidden with the shirt he shoved on her head. it sat over the dress as he pulled her arms through, and eventually pulling the dress down so she could finally lay back in bed.

he watched her crawl under her cover, a feeling tugged his heart, one that pumped blood to his brain with the thought ‘stay with her.’

but he couldn't—shouldn’t. this was strictly platonic—done a great job of that so far, hasn't he? he stood there, looking like an idiot as he muses the thought over in his head.

he sighed, taking a step towards the door. before he could even fully turn his back on her exhausted figure laying in bed, a muffled voice spoke sleepily from behind the covers.

“lando?”

his heart jumped in his chest as his entire body froze mid-walk. he bit his tongue, slowly turning his body to look where the voice originated from—right where he was going to leave her for the night.

“yeah?”

he cursed himself for his voice sounding strained—surprised. he licked his chapped lips, his mouth becoming dry as he waited for the words to leave her lips.

“can you stay?”

something in the tone of her voice made his heart wrench. for some reason, guilt riddled his body as soon as the slightly slurred words left her pretty lips.

“ ‘course,” he spoke, but it was raspy—hoarse. he cleared his throat, beginning to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt while he slipped off his shoes, “yeah, of course.”

he tossed the shirt mindlessly in the direction of the hamper, working on undoing his pants and kicking them aside. he walked with uncertainty to the side of the bed she hadn't been occupying. he stood hesitantly before peeling back the covers and slipping into the comfort that beckoned him in. despite the distance between them, he felt the heat radiating from her feverish, tipsy body.

he swallowed nervously, pulling the covers over him as he laid flat on his back awkwardly. poor guy didn't move an inch, he didn't want to risk doing anything she wouldn't have wanted him to—especially since she wasn't exactly sober.

his body tensed as he heard her stirring in bed, sheets ruffling and bed creaking under the shifting weight. his muscle remained still when he felt that weight distribute across his body. her warmth tangled his own as she laid halfway on his body, cheek pressed against his bicep and arm across his abdomen. he let out a strained, uneven breath, slowly relaxing under her body as he adjusted his position to comfort hers better.

he was nervous, they hadn't experienced this level of domesticity together in a long time. his palm became slick and his body was pulsating heat in waves as if it was trying to cool him off. he really couldn't play it cool. he stretched an arm around her shoulder, his fingers running down the drop of her shoulders in a comforting manner. he felt her warm breaths against his bare skin, noticing how they became shallow and even. her body relaxing against him, but he couldn’t. he laid on his back, tense.

it was going to be a long night.

she woke up the next morning to rapid knocks against the front door of her apartment. she groaned lowly as she turned over in bed, but the knocks still hasn’t faltered. she thought they would, but whoever it was was insistent on her presence. she opened her eyes but quickly clenched them shut, an arm instinctively going up to block the rays of light that her eyes had yet to adjust to. she sat up with a sniffle, her arm still shielding her eyes as she turned to look down at the covers beside her. they were ruffled, messed up as if someone had stayed the night—because someone had. her shoulders dropped with a groan as the remembrance of her asking lando to stay, but it seems to her that he had already left.

part of her was disappointed, but she expected it. she hadn’t even expected him to stay when she asked him to. he was just being nice, she told herself. He was just being a good friend. but even she didn’t believe herself.

maybe he just pitied her—yeah that’s surely it.

nonetheless, she had to get the door before the person on the other side would end up busting it down with their incessant knocking, and before her head would split open. the combination of loud raps against the door, eye-blinding sunlight into the room, and the soft, splitting pain through her head from her hangover that only seemed to worsen.

throwing her bedding off her body, she got up from the bed with a wince. her feet padded against the cold, wood tiled floors as she dragged her feet through her apartment. her palms rubbed against her tired eyes in an effort to wake her up even more before she would open the door, though she didn’t quite think it helped. regarding, she unlocked the lock on the handle, not knowing what to expect when she opened the door—and who she saw was the last person she would’ve thought to see.

her lips parted, and her eyes dilated as her heart grew fuzzy because standing in front of her was the familiar curly-haired brit that had come back. her eyes raked over her appearance—and vice versa—as she noticed the changed clothes, refreshed face, phone in one hand, and a plastic bag in the other. she stood in shock, jaw dropping more ever so slightly as she struggled to find what words to say—what to even begin with. thankfully, he spoke first.

“locked m’self out,” he said with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that held his phone. his eyes shamelessly looked her over, appreciating the sight of her in his shirt—that she had yet to realize she was wearing.

she let out a huffed sigh, ignoring his words as her eyes falling to the bag in his hands with confusion, “lando, what is all that?” she questioned curiously, glancing back up to his face that followed her gaze to his—very nice—hands.

“sweets, mostly,” he said so nonchalantly, it made her tummy do a flip.

She pursed her lips, not fully understanding why he’d go out of his way to get things for her, “but why?”

“figured 's that time of the month.”

she scoffed, “first, rude," her tone straight-forward, which he responded to with a shrug and a look that said ‘debateable,’ "second, lando, 'm on the pill, remember? it was the first thing we talked about.”

“yeah, well, 'ur attitude was there, maybe 's there in spirit, 'right?" he raised his hands defensively, shaking his head with a smug smirk, "besides, you were pissy anyway so figured I might as well get y’somethin'.”

“you’re insufferable, lando,” she rolled her eyes dramatically.

she heard a breathless chuckle leave his lips and saw the smile that lingered as he looked at her in a way she couldn’t decipher, only knowing he’d looked at her like this plenty of times before. she felt her heart race, her palms becoming slick, and if she tried to speak, her words would surely be stuck in her throat.

“you love me.”

yeah, she does. he won't know though—can’t.

he peered into her apartment, forehead creasing with raised brows as he asks, "you gon' let me in, love?”

yeah, she is. she could never deny him, she could never shut him out—no matter how much she needed to. no matter how much she should, she would let him in again—a vicious, endless cycle that left her heart broken. it would crush at her glass heart until the shards turned to dust—she would let it happen. she would let him unknowingly crush her—the soft supple skin of her body—into a fine powder in his mortar and pestle—his rough, calloused hands.

his brows quirked up again, waiting for her answer as he watched her look at him like a deer in headlights. she stumbled with words, ultimately giving up as she stepped aside to let him in—again.

his eyes watched her closely, clear confusion indented into his skin as he stepped into the open kitchen. the bag rustled as he set it down on the counter before he turned and leaned against hit. he wore a shirt sleeve shirt—that bastard—so she had full view of his arms. she watched as they crossed against his chest, subconsciously flexing the muscles and veins under his skin.

the tension was thick, and the silence was awkward as she watched him closely—and he watched her just as, if not more, closely. his throat bobbed with a nervous swallow at the thought—more like sight—of her eyes on him. at least he knew she probably found him attractive.

“so, what's goin' on?" he spoke in a whisper, but so casually. his tone was gentle, but he seemed laid-back, nonchalant. maybe he couldn’t actually care about the answer to the question he asked, maybe he just wanted a segue into getting her back in her bed and under him. she feared she would let him—she really needs more self-respect.

she shrugged with a slight frown, her lower lip jutting out slightly, "nothing much, really," she answered back in that same whispery tone, "just dealing with a slight hangover-"

"y'know what i meant, love," he cut her off, which caused the frown on her face to deepen, "what's really goin' on, hm?"

she gulped, her face heating up at his bluntness—maybe he did care. as a friend, of course. right?

she stood in stunned silence as she mulled the words over in her head, trying to think of something that would satisfy what he needed to hear. should she be honest? no, the little voice in the back of her head shouted.

she watched his head tilt downwards slightly, as if saying ‘go on,’ when she hadn’t even answered him to begin with. the way his eyes looked through his lashes, brows slightly raised, she just wanted to spill the truth to him, to tell him every little thought and feeling and hurt she had been cycling through for months; she couldn’t.

she shrugged against, her posture matching his as she slid her arms over her chest. she felt the soft recognizable material under her skin, “nothing, lando, everything is fine.”

“bullshit.” his tone was harsh and blunt. He just wanted the truth.

she groaned, rolling her eyes as she fired back, “well, why do you even care? shouldn't you be off with your little girlfriend?”

that's it, that's what he wanted. she had just exposed herself with a simple sentence—she just showed she cared. she just showed that she was bothered by the fact that he was potentially taken—not hers.

“girlfriend?” his tone was laced with amusement and mockery, a smug smile plastered on his lips, “where’d y’hear that, darlin’?” his head tilt was lethal, as if urging her to spill her guts to him—she just might.

she stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the right phrasing to not give him what he was looking for, but he had her right where she wanted.

“there’s pictures all over social media, lando!” she threw her arms down to her sides with a slap that filled the room, frustration weaved into her words. fuck, she was this close to just breaking down to him, deconstructing everything she had built to keep him at an arms-length—but he was always within reach.

“really? you’re gon’ believe fan-made social media accounts? y’know you could’ve just asked me,” he told her, shaking his head as he pulled himself from the counter. his expression softly at the clear frustration that laced her nerves and muscles.

“well, y’never mentioned anything about it!” she was grasping at straws, anything for the upper hand—the upper hand she never had.

“because there wasn't anything to it,” his hands slipped into his pockets as he looked down on her, she watched his pupils dilated under his heavy-lidded gaze. His lips were slightly parted and she could see every crack of his chapped lips—she would force chapstick into his hand every time she saw him. “she’s jus’ a friend.”

“besides, the girl i want as my girlfriend,” he began—another shatter in her heart. A hand lifted to the side of her face, fingers grazing against her skin as he brushed stray hairs from her face, “is right in front of me.”

his voice was hushed, words only meant for her—even if they were the only people in the apartment. the hand that hovered over the side of her face—that had pushed back the stray strands that would later be stuck to her skin—pressed against her cheek. his thumb dragged back and forth over her textured face—he had never seen anyone more pretty. his palm was hot against her face—burning like it had done her thigh, but it felt right. it felt right—it was right.

it felt right as his lips tentatively pressed against hers, cracked lips against her plush pink lips as his hand slid across her cheek into her hand. it felt right to have him now—because it was.

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[joe-moi]

ok i'm finally caught up after reading the morning the paper (this blog) here's what i'm thinking, sorry it's so long 😭

usually i'm not someone who cares about over analyzing bc most things do tend to be that deep, but i think we're reading too far into the friend group part of jk and csw a bit, we have no way of knowing if she's been around his friends or not, i think it doesn't help that he probably has more lowkey and not recognizable friends in ny, like music friends or something, i don't think it's weird we haven't seen her with nat and charlie bc i think if they were spotted all together that would make the relationship look a lot more serious, like jk and m were always spotted with nat and charlie in the early days so ppl would definitely make it a thing if jk started bringing her around them too

as for all red flags i think we're judging all this as if it's a full on serious relationship when it's not, maybe i'm giving them too much credit but i think they both know exactly what this relationship is, like it's fun and something new but it's not going to turn into marriage or anything, and i do think they like each other but i think they know this isn't something lasting through the strike ending since he'll be so busy, i honestly don't see them trying to make it work at all and just going back to being friends or pure fwb whenever they're both in ny, i do think maybe chase might have stronger feelings only because she's used to having strong short term relationships but i think this is a fling for her too, that's why they're ok being very friendly publicly

they are in a honeymoon phase and i know you turn blind during that but i don't think it's fair for us to judge it like a potential long term thing just yet and be questioning his judgement like he's this oblivious (god i hope not) 😭 idk the anons calling whatever they have going on weird and/or toxic rubbed me the wrong way i really think they're just two people having fun while they're unemployed

i could be wrong maybe we'll see csw in atl and i'll have to eat my words but that's what i'm thinking

oh last tidbit, i was going to say jk hanging around the it girl friend group surprised me at first too as someone who loves rachel and ayo specifically, i'm very biased in this part but now i think it does kinda make sense for him, bc yeah they are kind of it girls rn but they're doing it in a very ironic and sort of dorky way, like if you watch clips of ayo and rachel together they're humors very silly and dorky, they seem to enjoy fame a lot but none of them have an ego about it maybe jk likes that, it is funny imagine what a conversation between jk and them would sound like tho 💀

Another perspective about this! But I think we’ve beaten this horse to death y’all. We just gotta wait and see.

[jihyocentric]

roommates!jeonghyo except jeongyeon comes home after a long day from work and jihyo can’t help but seduce her bc of her suit

i guess this was supposed to be from fwb jeonghyo au (?) anyway, every time i think about jeongyeon in suits i remember the first season of tdoong entertainment..

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"you're late." jihyo said loudly from the living room as soon as she heard the door opening, eyes not moving away from the tv. "you lost half of the episode, idiot!"

"not everyone has a free schedule like you, park jihyo."

jeongyeon places her keys on the counter and walks towards jihyo, too tired to think about taking her heels off. when she came in their apartment, going against her own neat nature, she left her purse on the ground, more than exhausted after doing extra hours at work. she sits next to jihyo, grabbing some of the popcorn that the younger was eating, sighing when she sees the main character of the drama they had been watching together have a kiss scene with the character she didn't like.

"why do they always choose the ones who could potentially break their hearts?" jeongyeon huffs out, and then jihyo looks at her.

jihyo was about to hit back and say jeongyeon should stop being dense, her reason was that the girl actually had feelings towards the boy she kissed, even if he used to be a bad person. but her words died when she saw what jeongyeon was wearing, a suit that made her look polite, collected and strangely attractive, different than her usual casual wear.

"what is this outfit?" jihyo eyes her from the heels to her still perfect hair even after a day at work. she can't help but feel warm, closing her mouth in disbelief. jeongyeon looked gorgeous.

jeongyeon looks at her, her face softer than the usual. "do you like it? nayeon unnie told me to wear this if i want a raise." jihyo opens her mouth, but jeongyeon laughs it off. "because it makes me look professional, park jihyo. i know what you were thinking."

the way jeongyeon moves her head in a light, tired way and looks back at the tv, mindlessly, as if that was her routine, makes jihyo come to the realization that that was, in fact, a routine. they'd go to college in the morning, after that jeongyeon would go to work and jihyo would take her time to study and do her daily things, and then they'd be back at their home, talk, laugh, if jihyo was in the mood maybe kiss, and repeat it all the next day. it was all too casual, intimately so, and the part where they kissed and cared about each other in a special way makes it hard to believe that they were merely just friends.

"yoo jeongyeon," jihyo places the popcorn bowl on the centerpiece. "kiss me."

"i've already lost half of the episode so don't try to seduce me now." jeongyeon complains, and jihyo doesn't want to hear. she straddles jeongyeon, turning off the tv after she does, holding her best friend's face in her hands. "i was watching that!"

"you can watch it later." jihyo says, opening button after button of jeongyeon's suit. "i hate to admit it but you look really sexy."

jeongyeon might have complained but she let jihyo open her suit and kiss her neck, her eyes closing at the soft touch of jihyo's lips over her skin. she really needed to relax and jihyo gave her just that, managing to take off jeongyeon's shirt and the blazer, only so she could remove jeongyeon's bra.

"what are you doing?" jeongyeon asks when jihyo tries to make her wear the blazer back.

"want to fuck you while you wear it." jihyo says, and jeongyeon helps her put the piece of clothing back.

"kinky." jeongyeon teases, moaning when jihyo's hands squeezes her breasts.

there was something about the way jihyo touched her that made jeongyeon relax, even her shoulders losing the tension. jihyo's hands, despite being small, were enough to touch every inch of her body in the most delicate way, making jeongyeon sigh with every tender touch. to jeongyeon's surprise, jihyo has been starting kisses lately. the one who was absolutely against sharing that much intimacy while they had sex was now slipping her tongue past jeongyeon's lips, giving her a hungry but controlled kiss that made jeongyeon hold her waist tightly in both of her hands, bringing jihyo so close that it was only convenient to ride jeongyeon's thigh.

jihyo moans and breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath. "s-stop. i want to make you feel good and you're distracting me."

"how about i make you feel good instead?" jeongyeon kisses her neck, hands sneakily grabbing her breasts under the shirt.

jihyo slaps jeongyeon's hands. "no. now take your pants off."

jihyo leaves jeongyeon's lap and kneels on the floor, waiting patiently for jeongyeon to unzip her pants and take them off, along with the panties. she kisses jeongyeon's thighs, reaching closer to her wet core, giving a lick on jeongyeon's folds to have a little taste.

jihyo brings jeongyeon closer to the edge of the couch, burying her face in her legs, making jeongyeon moan from the back of her throat, fond of the feeling of jihyo's tongue eating her out. the way jihyo looked up at her while giving her the best oral she has ever received felt particularly intimate, and maybe jeongyeon was too tired from work that her mind couldn't think straight, but there was a glint filled with affection, almost palpable, in the way jihyo looked at her.

jeongyeon's hips quivered and searched for more of jihyo's mouth, a sharp cry coming out of her when she felt she was close, and soon enough her thighs trapped jihyo's head in place, coming all over the younger's mouth, whining when jihyo's tongue continued to lick her, gathering all of her cum. jihyo pecked jeongyeon's thigh one more time before getting up and straddling the older, who was near to dozing off.

"hey, hey. don't sleep here. i know i'm so good i made you exhausted but you need to take a shower and eat first." jihyo says, annoyingly, biting jeongyeon's shoulder out of habit.

"yes, let's take a shower." jeongyeon finds strength to get up from the couch, taking jihyo with her. the younger squeals when she's lifted, holding onto jeongyeon not to fall.

"i've showered already, let me go!" jihyo slaps jeongyeon's back, only for jeongyeon to slap her butt in order to make her stop squirming. "yoo jeongyeon!"

[radiant-reid]

To Need Someone

Summary: The very complicated dynamic of two BAU agents changes dramatically over two months, as they figure out if there's an emotion besides hatred that they feel for each other

1. Spencer Reid x fem! reader where they have a friends w benefits situation which was Spencer's Idea because he didn't want to commit, but then when reader goes on a date w another guy he gets jealous

2. can you do a lil fic with spence and reader who are fwb and they get in a fight and she gets hurt or calls him in an emergency bc she doesn’t know who else to call and he realizes how much he missed and loves her once he hears her voice and fluffy reunion

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angsty smut)

Content Warning: age gap (10 years) | swearing | Smut (NSFM) protected penetrative sex, fingering, kind of degrading kink (but it's just because they hate each other), Dom!Spencer, lack of aftercare | prison arc

Word Count: 6.6k

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There were two deeply personal things about Spencer Reid that Y/n had always known were true. Firstly, he was terrified of commitment. She could easily see that from the way he shied away from potential partners even before they were something more than friends. It wasn't because he was awkward, but because he didn't want someone depending on him.

That was never something she could blame him for not wanting, from the years' worth of trauma courtesy of the FBI to unresolved feelings from his youth. But it caused problems.

The second thing was that Spencer was incredibly talented with his tongue. Not relevant to the story of their relationship, but another thing to add to his list of talents. Reading fast, saying clever things, and... eating her out.

When she met him after his prison release, she hadn't anticipated he would be so attractive. Not that anything she'd read in his file regarded his physical appearance. But after how long the team talked about him being a genius, she pictured someone a lot different.

She knew he was hurt from prison, so she didn't push her attraction for a while. Until they were sharing a room together in Florida, and it was hot, and it was late, and they'd had a few too many to drink, and neither of them could think about the consequences before they started.

While they were fucking, there was never any connection, just on and off sneaking into each other's hotel rooms and seeping into each other's brains. It would have been easy to fall in love with him, but hating him was so much less complicated. So they were stuck in an odd situation, trying to pretend nothing was going on.

Lately, they had been far less tolerant of each other. It started with a petty comment in front of the team from Y/n about Spencer ending up alone. In her defense, it was what he told her he wanted. Spencer's rebuttal was to ask if there was anyone was interested in her. The team all shared a knowing, somewhat concerned look. To outsiders, it was difficult to tell if they were in love or not.

"You know, this is the last time we're doing this, right?" Spencer asked, not even looking at her as he slipped his arms into his blazer before he shrugged it over his shoulder.

It was maybe the hottest thing he did, even hotter when he shut his mouth, which he wasn't presently doing. Y/n rolled her eyes, sitting up slightly so she could watch him. He was so pretty with his hair messed up from her fingers running through it as he got dressed. Spencer, with his unbuttoned and untucked shirt, was something most people didn't get to see, but it was so attractive.

Something about the fact she was naked in bed, freshly fucked by a man 10 years older than her, was so hot. Y/n wrapped the sheet closer around herself, smirking at him. "Sure, Spencie."

"Y/n." He said in a warning-like tone, cautioning her not to continue. Whenever she called him that in bed, his hand gripped her throat which spurred her on to call him it more. The glare he shot her should have chilled her, but her skin was still so hot from his touch. "I told you not to call me that."

The only reason Y/n called him that was because of how much it irritated him, even though she knew what it meant to him. Annoying him was one of the most entertaining things to do. "Sorry, I forgot." She claimed, trying not to look so smug about it.

"This is it, though." Spencer reinforced what he had been trying to tell her.

She reached out to grab her phone from the side table. The fact they were meant to be up and in the hotel lobby to go back to DC in 5 hours irritated her more than Spencer denying her sex, and her natural reaction was to take it out on him. "Sure." She agreed, keeping her tone doubtful.

"L/n, I mean it." He strengthened. The warm glow from the nightstand next to her made him look like he was out of a movie, pretty and fuckable.

"Reid, I meant when I said sure." She replied, flicking through a few text messages that she'd received while they were fucking.

Spencer picked up his phone, gun, and badge from the other side, trying to ignore her. He'd come right to her hotel room when the case wrapped, needing the instant relief she could give him. It was always like that. It was enough, and she didn't need the soft aftercare or to fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

"Stop being childish." He demanded, throwing her another scowl. It made everything in the room tense, and it was easy for Y/n not to love him.

"Weird to be calling me childish when your dick was just in me." She quipped. It was easier to make the little moments like this- times when they were alone but not fucking- between them witty rather than sentimental since all he did was fuck her and leave.

Spencer took a deep breath, too tired to get into a fight and need to fuck her again. Somehow she was both his stress relief and his stress inducer. "Shut up." He said, a light tone nowhere to be found. She watched him as he slipped his shoes on, turning back to look at her. "We're not doing this again. No more remarks to each other, no more being in each other's hotel rooms, and no more calling each other in DC."

"So we're going to be friends?" She asked, voice filled with sarcasm.

"Y-yes-No. No. We're going to be just... c-colleagues." Spencer stuttered out, brain too overloaded by the irritation of being near her. "That's it."

Y/n scoffed on purpose, finding him amusing. "Alright, Spencer."

"I'm serious." He said firmly. "This is over."

Had Y/n expected it to hurt, she would have been pleased because it didn't. She hadn't expected to feel anything because, every time, without fail, Spencer would be back in her hotel room after a few too many shots.

Determined not to let him have the last word, she called out before he opened the door. "See you later, Doctor Reid." And she did see him later, the next morning in the hotel lobby and, a week later, in her hotel room.

Confirming her hypothesis, Spencer was back in her hotel room after going two weeks without sex. She knew it was a full two weeks because he didn't have anyone to fuck in DC. She won that battle, having other guys to fuck while Spencer sat at home during his days off.

~

For two months, things seemed like they were getting better. They could both be in the same room, solving cases without eyefucking or looking like they were going to kill each other. It was the closest they had gotten to friendship. It was nice for the team to not feel like they had to pick a side for every minor disagreement.

After one time in Jacksonville, Y/n was quick to grab her phone while Spencer was still dressing, waiting on a text from someone, and it was there. Confirmation in the form of a grey bubble that she had a date when the team got back to DC.

"Reid, we've got to stop this." She said as soon as she read the message, smiling to herself.

That piqued his interest, especially since she'd never suggested that before. Ironically, he didn't believe she was telling the truth. "Mm, and why's that?" Spencer asked nonchalantly, not even glancing at her while he grabbed his stuff.

Y/n used to wish that he would stay, but that was naive, and she quickly discovered there was nothing besides sex between them. What Spencer was even doing with her was a mystery she didn't care to question. He was older, attractive, and she wasn't one to complain when things weren't going terribly.

Smugly, she decided to tell him, hoping it would alienate some of the pain felt by her former self. "Well, I'm going on a date."

Spencer scoffed, and it hurt more than she wanted it to, like he didn't believe she could get a date. "I doubt we'll be finished with this case before tomorrow night, doll, so I'll see you then." He replied, no emotion in his voice. It was a new nickname he'd chosen because that's what she was to him, a doll, someone he could fuck and leave, and she would never complain about it.

"Bye." Y/n waved slightly, watching him slip out the door before falling back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. "Fuck." Yeah, fuck Spencer, literally and metaphorically.

He was back the next night, hands gripping her hips as he guided her into her room. It was anything but sweet, the way he slammed her against the back of the door. Kissing had never been something they found weird, since Y/n had kissed more than one member of the team on their various nights out, not willing to lose a dare. She even made out with Spencer in front of everyone just to win the game.

Routinely, his lips pulled away from Y/n's and set to work kissing her neck. It wasn't to bring her pleasure, though. It was so that he could smirk when she moaned, a sort of humiliation that amused him.

"N-no, no." She stuttered, tugging at his curls harder than necessary to pull him back. "No marks."

Spencer's eyes were so full of lust that it looked like nothing was going into his brain. Before she could repeat herself, his lips were on hers again. She let out a groan when his hips rolled against hers, the hard length contained by his pants pressed against her. He used her disadvantage to slip his tongue into her mouth. Like with an interrogation, the first person who spoke lost, and her lips were moving.

Each trail of kisses down her neck made her wiggle further up the wall until he was holding her up, pinning her against the wall. Her brain was swimming as her fingers frantically unbuttoned his shirt and tried to take his belt buckle off. The way he ground his hips against hers, giving her a taste of the fucking she was about to receive, was intoxicating.

His lips were quickly gone from her neck, and his dark eyes focused on her face, a disapproving chuckle slipping past his lips. "Why is it that people think you're smart, doll?" He asked, pulling back so she was forced to stand by herself while he unthreaded the belt by himself.

He could say just about anything, and she'd still be turned on. "'Am smart." She defended.

If she thought about it hard enough, it was hurtful. Spencer was someone she needed to trust with her life, and he didn't think she added any valuable intelligence to the team. In the interest of self-preservation, Y/n didn't think too hard. Not in times like this, and not when he was an asshole in the field.

"Open your mouth," Spencer commanded, slipping his thumb in when she complied. His fingers danced along her skin, skillfully unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. The touch made her already hot skin send heat downward. "I bet you thought you were so smart with those remarks at dinner today."

The remarks in question were to JJ about the fact that Spencer was never going to have the kids he wanted. It was a below-the-belt (pun intended) jab, and he was deflecting it into bedroom talk rather than telling her it hurt. The more time went on, the more he realized he wasn't ever going to get to fulfill that dream. Not when she was the only, very uninterested girl he was fucking.

Y/n pushed his thumb out of her mouth with her tongue, gently biting it when he tried to stop her from the action. "You're a sensitive little bitch aren't you?" She asked, pushing buttons because she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, especially not now when they only had a little bit of time.

There was a soft side to him, and sometimes she got to see it when he looked at the members of the team he loved, which meant everyone but her. Like when he held Michael, and his whole face softened, or when Henry finally got the magic trick he'd been taught, and the wide grin he had broke across his face. For her, it was so deeply buried it didn't look like it existed.

There was not a single flicker of sweetness in Spencer's eyes as he looked at her for a second like he was trying to study her features before launching in to kiss her aggressively.

Y/n worked with him, taking her top and bra off so that he didn't have to be there for longer than necessary. As he pushed her closer to the bed, she stepped backward until her calves hit the bed base.

Before he pushed her backward onto the bed, his fingers fiddled with her pants. Y/n's did the same thing to his pants, getting them off quicker than he could get her off. When the cold tips of her fingers stroked over her lower stomach, she froze, hand stilling at the top of his boxer shorts.

"Cute," Spencer remarked condescendingly as he looked at her lace panties, tracing the seam and making her shiver.

No matter how much he stunned her, she was always ready to get revenge. Her hand reached into his underwear, grabbing his cock. It made him throw his head back, letting her watch his Adam's apple bob.

But he didn't get the pleasure without the annoyance. Neither of them did. "Cute." She noted, grinning as she took his length out of his underwear. The first few times they had sex, Y/n gawked at how big he was, but she'd learned to keep her mouth closed unless she was saying something to aggravate him.

Spencer's eyes snapped back to hers, anger dimming the golden rings around the deep brown. "What's going to be cute is when I fuck you so hard you can't walk properly tomorrow." He told her darkly.

"You talk a big game." Y/n quipped although she knew he could live up to that promise. She continued to rid him of his pants while he watched her, eyebrows raised in a prompt for her to continue. "It's almost like you're compensating for something." She mentioned, palming his length, so he understood the implication.

Irritated with her having the upper hand, Spencer slipped a finger past the seam of her underwear, pushing it inside her with little resistance. It was a quick way to shut her up. "Can't hear that smart mouth anymore, just how wet you are." He said, right against her ear. "Listening?" She was. Able to hear the lewd sound of his finger thrusting in and out of her wet hole.

"Fuck." She let out one shameless moan, in too much pleasure to care if he heard it or not. But he did, and she could feel it from the smirk against her skin. It spurred him on to add another, and she fought to contain any more sounds of pleasure.

He'd only got her off a handful of times, so she wasn't surprised when his fingers retreated. "Get ready, doll." He instructed, taking out a condom while he kicked his pants off.

"Let me." Y/n offered her hand to take the condom once she'd taken off her own pants and underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Spencer only frowned a little bit when he handed it over, unsure of what she was playing at. "Being sweet to me now?" He asked, only getting a shrug from Y/n while she played with his dick, sliding the latex down his length. His fingers gripped her chin, holding it so tightly she had to look up at him. "Need me to be gentle tonight?" He wondered, with the tiniest bit of concern in his voice since she was acting uncharacteristically.

The feeling that surged through her was something different than lust, and she ignored it in favor of making a retort. "Spencer, the day I want you to make love to me is the day that I want you to let the next unsub who holds a gun to my head shoot me."

That immediately stopped the momentary compassion. "Don't joke about that." He said, face completely stoic like he was worried putting on a facade would betray him. The underlying emotion, whatever it was, compelled Spencer to push her onto her bed.

Hitting the mattress with a soft thud, Y/n spread her legs as he positioned himself between them. "You are being sensitive tonight." She reminded him like it was a casual thought.

Spencer's fingers gripped her thighs, dragging her legs further off the bed until his dick rested against her pussy. He tapped it against her clit enough times that she felt the hypersensitive yearning.

"Can you hurry up?" She requested, letting out a loud sigh, so he noticed the frustration. It always troubled her when Spencer watched her in such a vulnerable state for too long. He shook his head like he was waiting for something else from her. "Seriously, if you want me to beg- oh, fuck!" It was a practiced, predictable move of his: get her talking then slide into her mid-sentence to shut her up.

From the devilish grin on his face, the ritual hadn't gotten old, and he still enjoyed shutting her up just as much. "Feel so good." He groaned, stilling inside her. It was the only thing he ever complimented her on, clearly the only thing he liked about her.

"Move, please." She requested, rolling her hips against his forcefully. He pulled back slightly, getting ahold of her hips properly before slamming back in. He followed her order not to be soft, moving in and out of her at a brutal pace.

The sound of their skin against each other was drowned out by the moans Y/n was letting out. She figured there was no point in being quiet when, hopefully, this would be the last time they ever did this. Something about Spencer was a bit slower. It was rough, but he stayed inside her for longer with each thrust. Probably to annoy her.

Spencer always looked so pretty on top of her, curls half flopping around, half stuck to his forehead by sweat. He always bit his lip, too, and she could never figure out why. It was the only time she allowed herself to find him attractive. The feeling of him being so deeply inside her and filling her up completely was something she'd become addicted to.

"Being extra good for me tonight, doll," Spencer commented, closely observing the way she arched her back off the bed and adjusting his thrusts accordingly. Sex wasn't really math, but he did the calculations like it was. "Just laying there and taking it without running your mouth."

"Because you f-feel too, fuck, emasculated when I talk?" She offered smugly.

Darkly, Spencer chuckled. "Does that..." There was a stronger than usual thrust inside her. "...Feel emasculated?"

Her moans only increased as Spencer kept up his pace inside her, and she could feel herself getting closer to coming undone underneath him. From his increasing volume, she knew he was getting closer as well.

"You nearly there, doll?" He asked, voice deeper than usual. When all Y/n could do was whimper out an affirmative, his fingers traveled to her clit, skillfully rubbing perfect circles. "Come for me. Always feels so tight when you do."

Y/n's brain was filled with far too much lust for her to be able to form a coherent thought. "Oh, god." She moaned out, body tensing as she came.

That was the reason she kept doing it. The unparalleled release that only Spencer could give her.

"Hmm, close." Spencer quipped, finishing deep inside her. The only time he was gentle was when he pulled out, careful not to make her oversensitive. But his attitude always came back.

While he was cleaning up and putting his clothes back on, Y/n went to the bathroom, only to come out flailing her arms in the air. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She demanded, drawing his attention away from the rubbish bin.

"I've been told a whole range of answers to that, but since I'm beginning to think nothing," Spencer replied, cocky and unbothered by whatever was causing her so much concern. Maybe because he was used to her yelling at him.

"I told you, no marks." She reminded him, pointing to her neck with a pissed-off expression. "So, what's with all these hickeys?" The red marks covered her neck with a higher number than he'd ever left before.

He huffed, looking back at what he was doing as he buckled his belt. "I didn't hear any complaints before tonight or during tonight." He said. That was another reason to hate him, the fact he acted like he'd done her a favor.

"I told you not to." Y/n reminded him, hurrying over to the mirror to check just how bad they were. That was when she noticed the bruises forming on her hips. "Do you ever actually listen to me?" She asked, only getting a shrug from Spencer. She turned around, ready to smack him for his nonchalance.

Spencer caught her hands before she could do anything, holding both of them in front of her. "Calm down. Why is it such a big deal?"

"I have a date when we get back to DC." She irritatingly had to remind him. It angered her since she knew he couldn't forget things. Everyone did. Genius Spencer Reid had an eidetic memory after all. He just liked to act like an asshole to her. "Which I told you."

Her hands were dropped from his grip and she walked over to put some clothes on. "What, and you're going to sleep with him?" He asked haughtily. "Really, Y/n? Do you even know him?"

"Fuck you, Spencer!" She shouted, unphased by the fact the team could probably hear. For that comment, they'd take her side. Angrily, she shoved things into her go-bag, meaning she could sleep for longer in the morning. "You think you're so much better than everyone else. If I want to fuck with someone then I'm going to. The list of people I'm sleeping with is now going to exclude you."

Spencer rolled his eyes, huffing dramatically. "For a profiler, you've got to be one of the stupidest people I've ever met." He argued back, running a hand through his curls and tugging at the ends. Something he always did when he was frustrated. "You should know better."

"Stop pretending that you're better than everyone and that you care about my safety. You're pretentious." She told him, contempt dripping from her voice.

"I don't." Spencer reminded her, fist coming down on the desk in the room. For a moment, he didn't say anything, like he was collecting his thoughts. "Just tell him not to get you pregnant. With your high-risk behavior, any baby would be in grave danger."

It shouldn't have hurt, and his opinion shouldn't have mattered as much, but it did, and she wasn't about to cry in front of him. "And you're so conceited you'll never be able to love someone as much as you love yourself." It wasn't true, but she said it anyway. If anything, Spencer had more love to give than anyone she knew, even with everything he'd been through.

Spencer went for a different tactic with his next reply. He chuckled darkly before snapping back at her. "No one's ever built my ego up like you do, doll." She didn't hate anything about him as much as she hated his smirk.

"Get out, Reid." She instructed, pointing towards the door. "I can't even deal with you anymore."

That was all he needed to leave, having done up enough of his clothing that he wouldn't look suspicious on the walk across the hall to his hotel room. "Me neither." Of course, he had to get the last word in, promptly opening then slamming the door closed, before she could add anything.

The next morning, Y/n really didn't feel like getting up. Not only because she would have to face Spencer, but because she would have to see the team, who had likely heard the entire argument.

Holding her bag in the lobby with a cup of coffee in her hand, the last person she expected to talk to her was Spencer. But, one moment, she was alone, and the next, he was standing next to her, so close that she could smell his recently sprayed cologne.

"I'm sorry." Never had she heard those words come out of his lips. His head was dipped as he shuffled his converse slightly, clearly uncomfortable. "I was out of line-"

"Look, Reid." As soon as she started, his eyes flicked up to meet her still-filled-with-anger ones. "The day you start being nice to me, I'll be upset. Until then, say whatever you like. Don't say shit like that and then apologize because you want to keep sleeping with me." With her feelings said, she moved away from him, wanting to avoid the embarrassment of fighting with him in front of the team, who were most definitely watching them.

Spencer moved to grab her arm, keeping her next to him. "I- Have a good time on your date." He said, although it hurt to let her go knowing he'd harmed her. Y/n nodded and tugged her arm away from him.

JJ and Tara conveniently sat at one end of the jet with her, realizing something was off. The whole jet felt uncomfortable, and tension emitted from the couple, infecting everyone else.

"What happened?" Tara asked, patting Y/n's knee as some form of encouragement.

She sighed as she figured out what to say, but JJ jumped in. "Something's off between you two today. I can tell him off if you need me to."

Y/n chuckled slightly. "When we're squabbling, having petty fights, then we're doing good." She tried to explain the paradox she had played a part in creating. "If it's anything else." Pausing, she let them notice how icy it was on the jet. "Then we're fighting."

"So what happened?" JJ pushed, worried about how troubled it was making her friend. Everyone had witnessed Y/n or Spencer concealing the hurt in their eyes whenever a comment hit too close to home.

"We're done." She confessed, properly confirming that they were, in the past, sleeping together. It was very apparent, even to people who weren't profilers, but both refused to admit it.

The girls weren't sure if they should be happy or sad, and since Y/n's face didn't show any emotion, they were stuck giving her sympathetic smiles.

"You deserve better, Y/n," Tara informed her. Even though they were all aware of the fact, it was nice to have it verbalized. Spencer deserved better, too. They both deserved someone who wouldn't ruin them up for their next partner. "I know it doesn't feel like you'll get over being in love with him, but you will."

That snapped her head up, eyes darting between Tara and JJ, who shared the same sympathetic look like they really believed Y/n loved him. "I don't love Spencer." She whisper-shouted. It was a far different tone than girls trying to deny their 6th-grade crush at a sleepover.

"Okay." JJ retreated, patting her on the arm as she walked past to get another cup of coffee. They didn't talk after that, and Y/n spent the rest of the flight staring out the window, thinking about whether or not she liked him.

As soon as they were back in DC, Penelope was dragging everyone out for drinks, insisting they needed it. Spencer wasn't feeling it, but he went along anyway to avoid suspicion. Bars had never been his ideal place to hang out with friends, especially since Rossi's house offered the privacy they didn't get at a bar.

While the rest of the team drank and danced, Spencer sat in their booth alone. More or less drowning his sorrows in throat-burning whiskey. All he could think about was Y/n. What she was doing, was she still mad at him, and what she had been talking to JJ and Tara about on the jet. Maybe, if he hadn't treated her so badly, he would be the one she was excited to see on a Friday night.

Everyone noticed his melancholy mood, but Penelope sat down next to him, intent on making sure he was okay. She nudged his shoulder, trying to get a smile out of him. "What's going on with you, boy wonder?" She asked, knowing a 'you okay' question would be deflected.

Spencer dragged his eyes up from the sticky table, covered in condensation from the cold glasses. "I said some things to Y/n that I didn't mean." He answered.

"I heard." She nodded.

That piqued Spencer's interest more than questions about his wellbeing. "Who told you? Her?"

Penelope shook her head. "She didn't say anything, but they're all profilers, you know?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding his head. "I hate that sometimes." He remarked.

"But you don't really hate her. Not like you pretend to." Penelope revealed her own profile on him. She was a genius, but it didn't take one to realize he was hurting.

"I don't hate her," Spencer confessed truthfully. Everyone assumed they hated each other, but he didn't care about her enough to feel that strongly. "We're...friends."

Penelope changed strategy, taking an out-of-character, harsh line with him. "You're not friends. You love her, and I know it's hard after...everything, but you need to be honest with her."

"I don't love her." He stated firmly, voice raising in a way that would later make him feel terrible. "She's a toy to me, and I wasn't the person who made her that."

"I really thought you were better than the guys who thought like that." She shook her head disapprovingly, hoping some part of the message was getting through. "Go home and get some sleep, Reid, because you're not thinking properly."

Spencer knew she was right, so he left without farewelling the rest of the team. The case they'd just wrapped was at the end of his 90 days so he knew he had the whole month off to get Y/n out of his brain.

The best way he could think to do that was to find someone else to replace her. That was relatively easy as a young college professor. Sure, none of them were as witty, incredible, brave, and kind as Y/n, but they got his mind off her for long enough. But no one was like Y/n, and no one would ever be.

Spencer never expected her to call. Because she was such a strong person, and because of what he said. He'd received insider tips about her from the others that he pretended he didn't want, but knowing she was okay was the most important thing.

When his phone buzzed on the nightstand, he ran through the possibilities of who it could be. Hoping it wasn't an emergency in the middle of the night, he picked it up. And it was her caller ID with a photo of her grinning that Penelope had hacked his phone to put. She'd done it for all of his contacts, but Y/n was the only one who had a portrait rather than a photo with other members of the team.

"Hey." He answered, a little confused.

"Hi, uh, I'm sorry for calling." She said. There was something in her voice that he couldn't detect. "So late, you know."

Spencer glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 1 AM. "I don't sleep much anyway." He replied, leaving out the fact that his lack of sleep came from thinking about her.

There was something friendly about their conversation, and it was awkward. "I just- I know you're not coming back for a few more weeks." She knew exactly how many days. "But I wanted to apologize for before." The guilt had been bothering her more than she'd like to admit, and after a few too many wines with the girls, she'd dialed his number.

"It's, uh, o-okay." He replied, glancing up at the girl who had walked back into his bedroom half-dressed. It made him sit up straight, wondering what she was doing. Holding his finger over the speaker, he looked up at her. "Give me a second, Ellie." He requested, going back to the call with Y/n.

"Yes, Doctor Reid." She replied, her bare figure walking across the room to grab her phone. That was one of the things he'd learned about his students, they loved their phones.

Back on the phone, he heard Y/n scoff. "Are you seriously hooking up with your students now, Spencer? I thought you were better than a sleazy professor." With that, the line went dead.

All he'd heard lately was that people thought he was better than he was acting. A year ago, he would have been so sure that they were talking about prison, but it made sense since he'd been so hurtful to everyone important to him.

He had to go back two weeks later and face them all again. Penelope gave him the biggest hug when he apologized, and she assured him she only wanted the best for him. Y/n was there, too, of course, with her original, case-solving ideas, and not as much as a glance at him.

But she was at his hotel room door that night, much to his surprise. "I have self-respect." She informed him, only giving him a second to nod before her hands were cupping his cheeks, and she was stepping closer to his body.

Spencer pulled away when he needed some air while Y/n was already taking her clothes off. "We don't have to do this." He reminded her.

"You might not believe it but I have dignity. I just need this right now, and it would be a lot better if you didn't talk." She blurted out, top off and pants already on the floor.

He just looked at her for a moment, noting how beautiful she was, like he always did, but also thinking about how all he'd ever done was use her. The sex was always great. Easily the best he had because of the electric connection they had, but he couldn't help thinking he'd damaged her self-worth by treating her like a toy.

"Yeah, alright, okay." Spencer agreed, working on his own clothing so they could do the only thing they harmoniously did.

Y/n was so exhausted from the case and the stress of the last one and a half months that as soon as they were done, she fell asleep. Even if he knew it was wrong, Spencer watched her sleeping. Just the way she finally looked relaxed, face soft with her hair against the pillow, confirmed what Penelope accused him of. He was wholeheartedly in love with her.

And when she cuddled next to him, reaching out across his chest for something to grab, he let her, even pulled her closer to his side.

When Y/n woke up, she was alarmed to find someone next to her. She remembered the events of the previous night, how he looked at her for longer than normal with soft golden eyes, but she couldn't figure out why he stayed.

"Hey." Spencer greeted her, taking his arm off her waist. His morning voice was something she hadn't heard before but it was better than she imagined, raspy. It was more intimate than she had ever felt with him.

"Hey," Y/n replied, trying to ignore the warmth filling her body. "Why didn't you leave?" She wondered, nothing hostile in her tone.

He just frowned for a moment, examining her features to see if she was serious. "This is my hotel room."

If she didn't feel like an idiot for thinking about him romantically, she did after she looked around the room. The only thing separating it from any unslept hotel room was his go-bag. "Oh." She hummed, moving more away from him.

Spencer couldn't help the next question that fell out of his mouth. "Do you wish I stayed more?"

She looked at him in the soft morning light, unable to see anything but softness on his face. It wasn't what she'd learned was true about him. "That's not what this is." She reminded him firmly, only getting a frown from Spencer, who was clearly waiting for a better answer. "Yes." She whispered like it was a shameful secret. "But that's not what this is." That time, it was to remind herself to stay away from him. To put some distance between them, she got up, getting her clothing so she wasn't nude for any longer than she had to be in front of him.

"It could be," Spencer called out when she walked into the bathroom. She immediately walked back out, no longer focused on finding some mouth wash. All her attention was on him, confirming what he'd said. "I just mean-"

"Please, don't." She begged, sorrow soaking her words. It took everything in her not to cry in front of him. "Don't let me imagine things like that with you. Stop playing with my feelings because it makes you feel smart."

Spencer was a little stunned by her truthfulness with him, and he saw her trying to be mad, but it all came out as sad. "I'm not trying to mess with you." He assured her, getting out of bed so he could grab her hands before she could walk away. Thankfully, he'd put on boxers the night before. "I hate that you think that of me, and I understand why you do, but I promise I'm serious."

She snatched one hand away to wipe her tears. It made his heart twist to see her crying. "So what do you want, Spencer?" Y/n asked, at a loss about what to do. She'd buried her feelings for him so deeply that she could tell everything was about to explode.

"You," Spencer answered in a moment of clarity. "I've misconstrued the message for a long time, but you're so important to me, Y/n."

She could see he was telling the truth. All the blatant honesty radiated off him, and she could see him in a different light. Whatever had changed, she was sure that this was the real Spencer.

He watched while she processed it, opening his mouth a few when he thought of something to add but shutting it every time.

"It's only ever been you." She admitted. "It's frustrating because I can't help it, no matter what you say to me."

"I am so sorry-" Spencer started, but she cut him off.

Instead of saying anything, she kissed him, pulling him closer. Spencer cupped her cheeks, brushing away the tears as he kissed her back. "I know." She confirmed. "I am, too."

"Can we move past it?" He asked, almost like he wasn't sure himself.

"Yes." Y/n agreed without any hesitation. If he was being honest, and she knew he was, they could move past the history of hurtful retaliatory remarks between them.

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