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someone correct me if I'm wrong, but what if Adaine's visions of Fabian's birthday/election night weren't actually elven oracle related and were from Oisin/Jace to influence them to have the election at seacaster manor. sending visions seems like something a wizard or sorcerer could do right?
#fhjy#dimension 20#all my dnd knowledge is from the show so im not sure what spells a sorcerer or conjuration wizard could do#hmm i wonder if i go back and watch all the scenes where adaine seemingly gets a vision if its in a public place#has she had any other sort of elven oracle visions like the ones about the party before?#fantasy high#my textposts
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So here I am again, watching a bunch of YouTube analyses of horror movies I havenât watched, looking at CZsWorldâs videos about Asmodeus and Paimon in Paranormal Activity and Hereditary respectively;
And upon thinking about how both stories end the same way, with the demons succeeding in possessing a human host with help from their in-movie cultsâŠ
I had the image of Asmodeus and Paimon meeting up on Earth (probably in some bar or something) in their new bodies (Samuel and Peter) and chilling together, catching up on what theyâve been doing and swapping stories on the many MANY people they harassed/traumatized/straight up murdered with the help of their followers.
#hereditary#paranormal activity#the things i make#even funnier if both their followers accompanied them to their bossesâ little playdate#also based on what i understand of their characterizations in the movies#it seems p is more stoic/serious while a is more playful/trollish#iâm just saying the interactions would be interesting#maybe we can throw the conjuring demons in there too#make it a party#watch those videos theyâre funny#keep in mind iâm purely talking about their SPECIFIC FICTIONAL DEPICTIONS IN HORROR MOVIES#i ainât tagging any actual occult stuff in here#itâs none of my business and i donât want to offend anybody#star rambles about shit#crossover#shitpost#horror#paranormal activity next of kin
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expect dunmeshi au kiibouma sometime soon. i have little dungeon brain worms and theyre telling me to draw gay people
#main thing i have is that its kokichis party. angie kaede kirumi and kiibo are his other party members#D.I.C.E was his past party that disbanded for safety reasons and they all go by different aliases now to avoid legal issues#angies the healer. kirumis the cook. kaedes a weapons fighter. kokichus a traps guy#and kiibo scouts out areas cuz for âsome reasonâ monsters dont detect him as easily#kokichi also knows some magic but mostly like long range attack spells#and a bit of conjuration magic. idk if thats a thing in dunmeshi but it is in my heart#ive only watched the anime btw i havent started the manga yet#but yea ask me anything abt it i love to talk ^_^#bamgam.txt
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I never thought Eva would be one of my faves in umineko
#sumechiaspeaks#I like the theme of how despite how she hates how she's underestimated due to misogyny#She always disrespects the women in her family like Rosa and Natsuhi#I also like her child ego (is that the right phrase?)#I'm not good at conjuring my thoughts well#But Eva is just sad#Interesting how Eva is hostile towards everyone but George and Hideyoshi#While Rosa is meek around everyone but Maria#GAHHHHH episode 3 is so good đ and I'm almost done with it#I just have to get to the tea party and I will be halfway through at ep 4#But I'm gonna rewatch some parts because I have to watch the parts with sound#I was at school while watching half of ep 3#Sooooooo
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ââ â get to the car, weâre leaving â ( lhs ) đ„
àč In which Heeseung doesnât take it lightly to you getting too close to one of the frat guys at a college partyâŠ
pair: jock!heeseung ă
thick gf!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, angst ??, fluff, mentions of drinking & smoking (weed), jealousy, upset heeseung but also soft, argument, hee almost fucks things up (relationship wise) + hot makeup s.x, spanking, shaking, fingering, oral (f. rec), piv, creampie | words: 2.6k
decided to make another jock!hee fic bc the first one i made got rlly popular ! i wanted to showcase more of what goes on in their lives and relationship lol, enjoyyy <3
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
you were chosen as tonightâs designated driver, per usual. one of your roommates invited you to her seniorâs after exams party and of course you had to bring your significant other along with you for protection. though you werenât planning on doing anything crazy, there was no way in hell heeseung wasnât getting high tonight; plus with all the heavy drinks jay managed to sneak into his dorm, you wouldnât be surprised if heâd gotten drunk either.
âjake, itâs your go !â heeseung slurs a bit, sipping from his red solo cup. âshit, my bad, itâs my win anyway.â jake places his play in a set of three on the table, a sly smirk fixed on his features, flexing his cockiness.
âoh, fuck you..â heeseung spits, dramatically tossing his cards onto the table, earning a light chuckle from you.
âwhere are you going ?â you watched as his body elevated from his last position.
âout of drink.â he pouts, ruffling his hand through your hair. âyou coming with ?â his hand lifts yours in a way to pull you upwards.
âno.. donâ feel like it,â you gave him a soft smile, tapping his waist. âbut make it quick !â
with that his slim body conjured into the kitchen, where a small bar had been made. everyone else whoâd been playing terrible plays of poker kingdom were either now making out, drinking, smoking, or just left in general. yet here you are, bored out of your mind and couldnât drink at all, pulling out your phone as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to come back.
itâs been 20 minutes⊠what could possibly be taking so long? thatâs all that ran over your mind before you actually got up to go find him yourself. you feel like you need a leash on that boy sometimes.. scanning each crowd, different colonies of people in groups, some even scattered. thatâs when your eyes landed on a familiar figureâ jay, but this time he seemed free.
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âi really do have a girlfriend,â heeseung said loud enough for the random girl to hear over the blaring music.
âoh, trust me i wouldnât take a guy as handsome as you to not be taken,â she spoke, âbut it doesnât seem like sheâs here right now.â
heâs now come to realize that it had been awhile since he were waiting on his drink, and started to scan the area looking for you. you were with jay, a kind but natural flirt, hell, owner of this party. you asked him to help you look around for your boyfriend, since you were growing concerned. and he did so, checking everywhere even all the rooms.. once heeseungâs eyes bounced to your figure, he was visibly upset at what he saw.
âyeah no, fuck outta hereâ he scoffs, the drink became completely irrelevant to him now and ditched the annoying girl. you could be fucking around with his close friend as of now and that thought alone sobered him up to a peak. why the hell are they going into a room, at a party..? he knew his eyes werenât playing tricks on him and he may be a little drunk/high but heâs not stupid. he wanted to come up with a logical reason but he couldnât, thatâs all he could think as he stepped closer and closer to the door you and jay hid behind.
you both had vanished from the hallway of doors before heâd even gotten there, opting to check the bar instead, only to find the perky girl whoâd talked to him before. heeseung was so confused, but it didnât stop him from rummaging from room to room. only making him angrier that you werenât in any of them, and neither was jay. his hand dove into the back pocket of his jeans to ring your number. when you answered, his voice immediately aired through the speaker.
ây/n, where the hell are you ?! â he drunkenly grumbles. you only laugh, you couldnât help yourself. âhello ? .. â you laughed again.
when you began to worry about heeseung being intoxicated and wandering around a party full of girls the panic settled in quickly. so, jay being the gentleman nobody thinks he is, tries to ease your mind with jokes to cheer you up as you kept looking around. that being while you were still on the phone, struggling to answer. âhello?..â
ây/n, can you hear me ??â he says for the millionth time already, voice laced with aggravated undertones.
âhello ? who is this ??â you hadnât checked the caller id and you were far too occupied with finding heeseung. the music was far too loud and as you couldnât hear any responses, you just hung up.
âwhat the actual fuckâŠâ heeseung was more pissed off than confused, he couldnât believe youâd just hang up on him like that. were his suspicions actually true ??
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âwanna try the balcony next ?â jay suggests as heâs slowly running out of options of where he could be, he knew he had to be in this house somewhereâ heeseung would never just up and leave without you.
âsure!â you nod, following behind him as he lead you outside.
meanwhile, heeseungâs driving himself to a new level of insanity from not being able to find you. he thinks of anywhere else you couldâve run to and the last and only place he hadnât checked yetâ the balcony. he could only hope you were out there or heâs going to be worried sick. his fingers curl around the handle of the sliding door opening it to a surprised jay, and an even more shocked, you. both of your eyes darting to heeseung as soon as his figure leaned into frame.
âget the fuck up.â heeseungâs eyes glared at your being in utter annoyance.
âhee, i was looking for you!â you followed as he said, capturing his arms in yours only to your surprise heâd let go.
âjay, do you mind ?â the extra had gotten the message quickly and he just headed back inside to his packed habitat.
âwhere did you go baby, i couldnât find you..â you say, looking into his eyes in honesty noticing the atmospheres gotten heavy.
âwhere did i go?? y/n, where did YOU go ?!â his figure shifts, staring at you in utter disgust. his mind was taking him to all kinds of places, places he never wanted to see, think, or hear of.
âto look for you? i said that already.â your brows furrowed.
âhmm, that's crazy cause i was doing the same thing.â he wanted to cut to the chase. âcouldnât find me so you just wandered off with jay ?? huh?â
âwhat ?? is that how low you think of me ? heeseung ??â your hands reach your hips. you canât help but be offended. your boyfriend thought you were jacking off with his friend of all people. you had a reason to be.
âi mean itâs what it looked like !â he crosses his arms across his chest as he gritted through his teeth. âknew you shouldnât have worn this outfit, itâs too revealing, bet you were the talk of the whole night..â
âwow,â you scoff, your body now facing another direction. you couldnât believe him right now, first he accuses you of being with jay and now heâs acting insecure all because you wanted to wear a cute skirt. you donât wear those quite often so it took a lot of courage for you to, but now youâre just second guessing everything.
âiâm talking to you, y/n. look at me.â you were flabbergasted, talk to him ?? what about how he openly admits you would cheat on him, or how heâs criticizing you for simply wearing something out of your comfort zone.
âwell, iâm done talking.â
âfine, get to the car. weâre leaving.â you completely ignored him but had done as he said. he was fully sober by now, you were sure. he followed you not so long after storming out of the front door and once in the car, he slammed the door behind him.
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the drive from jayâs place was filled with a weird tension in the air, you noticed heeseung giving you glances from time to time checking up on you, but you werenât to budge until he apologized to you. he thought you were for the team, when he knows youâre his, and only his. the car pauses once in the alignment of your driveway. to your dismay, you hear the doors locking while youâre still inside.
âlet me out, hee.â you sigh heavily, gripping on the door handle.
âbabe, can we talk first..â you couldnât believe it, he wants to talk to you ?? really ?? the âfriend fucker??â how funny, you glare at him.
âwhat heeseung, iâm really tired.â you avert your gaze into the window.
âiâm sorry, i-â you cut him off. âyouâre sorry ?! wow ?? when you should have been earlier ?? where was this apology earlier heeseung, when you actually hurt me.â your voice raised a notch.
âyou know it was the heat of the moment, whatâd you want me to think?? âoh sheâs definitely not with the flirtiest guy on campus, yeah he totally doesnât wanna fuck my hot girlfriendâ.â he mocked a slight pitch change in his voice.
your mouth gaped. âare you really sorry or do you just wanna sleep next to me ??â you asked, you knew he couldnât sleep alone, he needed you by his side.
âhow about both. you know i mean it y/n. youâre just upset.â he plays with the steering wheel.
âdont tell me what i am, now let me out.â you grimace.
he clearly got upset by this, âyou arenât even trying to ease up the problem here ! and then later on you know youâre gonna pin everything on me. knowing damn well i tried fixing things.â he wavered his hands in the air as he spoke, he was kinda right yet you just didnât like the way he was going about it. yes, he is trying to apologize, but you couldnât help but still be mad.
âi get that, thanks for your apology.. but i donât like how you spoke to me earlier.â your eyes fixate on his own. you felt the air tighten, you always did. there was genuine remorse in his eyes, you felt it.
hell, your man had the prettiest face youâd ever seen. and hell, he looked so sexy when heâs mad, and especially now, when heâs sorry. you simply wanted to tear him apart. his hand reaches yours and as he got the chance he wanted to show you how sorry he truly was. the softness of his lips caressed yours. youâd be lying if you said you werenât wet right now. how couldnât you beâŠ
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âmm.. hee ..â you whined as the weight of his lips on yours lightened.
âi donâ wanna apologize to you in here,â he finally unlocked the doors. âget your pretty ass upstairs.â
his eyes traced your body, longing towards the way your pretty thighs look.. then gazing up at your ass as you complied, leaving your skirt riding up itâs soft exterior. an immediate tent grew in his pants. the one thing he loved most about you body wise, had to be your ass. it molded into his hands just perfectly. and it replied to any friction he applied to it on command. he loved how red and bruised it got once his hands launched across itâs surface. and how heâd sometimes be able to see his own handprints. you were the sexiest woman heâs ever laid his eyes on.
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ânggh, hee.. yes, please..â you drool out at the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he pounded against you. âfuck me baby, fuck me!â you yelp when you feel his nails gripping into your waist.
âyou want it baby, huh, you want it so deep in you donât you, huh ???â his lips caressed your neck as he grabs onto your leg to inch himself more into you.
âyouâre close? mhm, you like how i fuck you sloppy? such a dirty slut for me ..â he chuckled as he felt you clench around his length at his dirty words. âopen your mouth. when i speak to youâ his fingers lazily run circles around your clit.
you couldnât mutter a single word, heâd fucked you completely dumb, your orgasm swelled up so deep inside you. you felt like you could puke but you didnât want it to stop. you never wanted it to end.
âhah.. shit baby, âm gonna cum..â your nails grip his forearms, your arms pushing your boobs together caging them in.
he groaned at the beautiful sight below him, leaning down onto your nakedness caressing one of your nipples with his tongue. your stomach tingled, by the time you knew it your orgasm peaked, leaving his cock all messy of your juices. you whined as he pulls out, looking down at your folds and spreading them before grazing his mouth over your heat, flicking his tongue on your already overly sensitive bud. you could cry right in this moment from just how heavenly your boyfriend was making you feel. you held onto him for dear life as he buried his face between your plush thighs, the lewd sounds filling the room as he drank you.
âturn over.â he demands once coming back up for air again, you obey straight away, laying onto your stomach, letting out heavy breaths as your body ached.
heeseung lifted your hips, putting you on all fours.
âcan you take some more for me baby? âm close..â he puckers kisses all over your ass and waist, heeseung hadnât came yet. he kinda has this weird game in his head where he tries to see how long he can last until he physically just canât take it anymore. itâs oddly satisfying in the end because not only does he cum so much more but he gets to fuck you even longer, itâs a win win in his book !
âmhm.. more baby !â you respond quickly, you were greedy as fuck for his cock and he loved that you were just as horny as him.
with that, he were thrusting like no tomorrow into your tight cunt. a loud slap to your ass comes with full force, barely giving you any time to react. your body jerks forward, jaw locked in place as you grab onto the sheets to keep you stable. your head was empty, no thoughts other than how good heeseung was fucking you like his life depends on it.
âpussy made just for me, you feel so good baby. you love milking my cock, donât you?â his moaning reached another level of loud. it was so sexy..
âall yours baby, please come in me ! fill me up hee !!â he pulled out before thrashing back in, noticing the white ring around his dick changing sizes everytime his length swipes through your core.
âthatâs right, yeah baby, where do you want it ??â his pace quickens, you can barely catch your breath. you felt your high returning, his high approaching quicker as you clench around him, once more.
âinside ! oh please inside me !!â you turn your head towards him giving him a pleading look, a look that stroked his ego a little too much. you felt his jizz filling you up and leaking from your open as he slid himself from you.
âbaby!.. iâm not done..â you pouted.
âi know, i know. donât worry princess.â you felt two of his digits thrusting into you, biting your lip as he made your back arch in surprise.
your hand grips the sheets of the bed even tighter as the other played over your thirsty clit. and with just a curl, you bursted. whines filling the room, your body collapsing and a shaky sigh leaving your body as you rub your legs together to stop the throb, your lover felt accomplished with the result.
âshaking orgasm.â he chuckled, his fingers traced lines along the slope of your waist and his lips finding place on yours.
what an apology. you felt lush. (ă€Ï`ïœĄ)
THNX FOR 450+ FOLLOWERS YAâLL WTF, itâs only been like 2 weeks on this acc :â)) i appreciate all of u for reading my content hehe âĄïž
#heeseung smut#enhypen smut#heeseung x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#lee heeseung x reader#enhypen imagines
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Phu, sleep crying: Nan, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me Nan!
Me: if Nan was capable of leaving Phu or like forgetting about him the show would be a lot shorter as would Nan's list of mental health issues
Nan, swapping his orientation in bed so that he can sleep while hugging Phu: I will never leave you
Me: yep!
#dream flavor nan firmly rejecting phu was deserved (ay!) but like phu's brain conjuring that scenario is so funny because like#no nan does not see phu as a just a friend. the idea is laughable#nan's known party for like a decade is very close with and been drunk around himl but they've kissed on the mouth about 0 times#like maybe nan hasn't figured out the nature of his feelings about phu#because honestly why would you think hard about a relationship that's been part of you so long it's like another organ#but imagining that the worst case scenario for nan hearing ''i like you romantically'' would be yelling and threats#and not simply ''i love you too but not in the same way'' is just... phu your brain should be studied :/#the promise the series#after watching our dating sim with a similar premise i forgot how much phu makes me want to shake him and yell '' turn this on đđżđ§ đđż''#phupha#phu#nanfah#nan
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Theyâve got the little window over the sink open and Bobby keeps calling through it, asking for ingredients, utensils. Eddie clatters around the cabinet by the fridge.
âThird shelf,â Bobby says again, elbow on the sill. It doesnât help any more than the first time he said it.
âI donât even- Bobby, I donât know what Iâm looking for. Just- you canât just use a normal spatula?â
âThe flexibility and sharp edge of a fish spatula,â Bobby says, also for the second time, with a strained sort of patience, âIs perfect for sliding under-â
Buckâs arm reaches over Eddieâs shoulder and plucks a long slotted spatula from Bobbyâs elaborate and baffling collection. âGot it.â He kisses the side of Eddieâs head as he keeps moving, lips catching the top of his ear. âItâs better for-â
âPancakes, fritters, any sort of delicate patty, yeah, yeah, I heard.â
Bobby and Buck grin at him with identical raised eyebrows, it's kind of uncanny. âHeâs not hopeless after all.â
âI do my best,â Buck says, smacking Eddie on the back and heading towards the door. âHeâs come a long way.â
Eddie crosses his arms. âI donât have to keep handing you shit. Weâre not at work. I could make you walk inside every time.â
Bobby grins wider. âAnd I could give you all the burnt tater tots.â
Eddie pouts. âIâm reporting you to HR for unfair retaliation in response to labor concerns.â
âWeâre not at work,â Bobby says, serenely. âHand me the tenderizer.â
Eddie was sent in here, originally, like half an hour ago, to cut up the two giant watermelons Hen and Karen had brought direct from the farmers market, but heâd only got the knife halfway through the first one when the side quests started coming. He finally returns to the cutting board as Buck and Bobbyâs voice drift further away, towards the grill. He cuts the thing in half and then stares at it so long he jumps a foot in the air when Maddie suddenly appears next to him.
âWoah,â she laughs. âWhat secrets of the universe does that watermelon hold?â
Eddie coughs out a chuckle. âI was just- debating the best shape to eat.â
She hums thoughtfully. âBig choice. Little cubes? Little cubes are nice. Or, like, slices?â
âIâve always been a fan of a nice wedge.â
Maddie makes a triangle shape with her hands. âIt is a classic.â
âKind of makes your plate top heavy, though.â
âYouâve got two watermelons,â she points out.
âWedges and cubes,â Eddie nods. âI like your way of thinking.â
She grabs a bowl from a different cupboard â why does everyone know this kitchen so well already? This is the new Grant-Nash residence house warming party, Eddieâs got lost on the way to the bathroom like three times since he got here â as he cubes the first melon. âHow was the movie?â
âHm?â
âDidnât you and Buck go see Conclave earlier? The trailer looked interesting.â
âOh, yeah.â Eddie scoops the cubes into the bowl and rinses his hands off before starting in on wedges.
Maddie laughs behind him. â⊠and how was it?â
âOh! Uh- yeah, I mean- you know, horror movies, theyâre fun.â
Maddie tilts her head. âWait, wasnât that one a drama?â
âUh-â
âWait.â She wrinkles her nose. âWere you just- were you making out with my brother literally the whole time?â
Eddie, hands up, gives her a bare teeth grimace of a smile as she cackles and whacks him with a towel. âHey- I mean, I kind of looked up once, they were in some sort of- I donât know, a theater or something? It was really dark in there? It looked kind of creepy.â
âOh my god.â
âThereâs a lot of Catholicism themed horror movies,â Eddie weakly tries to defend himself. âHow was I supposed to know?â
âBy watching it!â She laughs. âWhy spend the $12?â
âMy air conditioning is broken,â Eddie says sheepishly. âAnd it was 10 AM on a weekday, the only other person in there was 80 years old and snored through most of it.â He frowns. âWhich also makes more sense if it wasnât- I donât know, I thought it was like The Conjuring?â
She laughs again, helpless giggles while she covers her face. Her daughter laughs the same way sometimes. âDonât you have catholic guilt? Wasnât that a thing?â
Eddie shrugs. âMy abuela always says once I commit to something I never do it by half.â
âSo, making out all through a movie about the pope?â
Eddie points at her. âGay making out all through a movie about the pope.â He frowns again. âDamn, it was really about the pope? Okay Iâm not- look, Iâm not feeling guilty about that but, uh, if you ever talk to my grandmother or Pepa, uh-â
âI donât think it would come up,â she says, patting his shoulder.
âTheyâre not- itâs- they wouldnât like me making out with a girl during a pope movie, either, itâs not the gay thing.â
âI know, Eddie,â she says, more kind than teasing. âEverybodyâs really happy for you,â kinder still.
âOh.â His cheeks are probably bright red. âUh. Thank you.â His ears burn as he busies himself with the watermelon again. âYou know- I wouldnâtâve got here, without Buck.â
Maddie comes close, presses their elbows together until he looks back up at her. âHe deserves someone who doesnât commit to things halfway.â
It makes Eddie laugh with soft edges, because: âI think⊠Iâve always been all the way, with him.â
She smiles so wide her nose crunches. âI know.â
Thereâs a tap at the window, and there he is, Buck himself. His nose is a little pink from the late October heat, heâs smiling real big. âHi.â
âWhat do you want now?â Eddieâs tone is snappy but heâs sure his face is pure mush.
Buck sticks a thumb at Maddie. âChimâs threatening to, and I quote, âeat five hundred tater tots,ââ Buck pauses, presumably in service of Chimâs love of dramatic effect, then continues, ââand then fall into a coma.â So, like, if you wanna do something about that you might wanna get out there.â
âW-â Maddie starts to ask, and then shakes her head. She grabs the cube bowl. âAt least he should have some fruit, too.â She flashes them a grin as she walks out the door, their laughter following.
When Eddie looks back at the window Buck has his chin in his hand, smiling at him. âWhat?â He laughs, ears hot again.
âAdmiring the view,â Buck says, with the combination of flirtatious and earnest that Eddie has come to expect but is never prepared for. âFoodâll be up soon. Come and join us?â
Eddie leans forward over the sink. âCap doesnât need anything else?â
Buck shrugs, very close now. Eddie almost laughs wondering if heâs on his tiptoes in the dirt out there. âHe can get his own shit. Iâll eat your burnt potatoes.â
Eddie closes the last half inch of distance and does laugh, right into Buckâs mouth. âWe can share,â he says, magnanimous, because Buckâs always been all in, too. He can go halfsies, itâs only fair.
Thereâs shouting outside, Buck pulls back, drums on the windowsill. Smile, wink, turn. Eddie grabs the wedges, and hurries out the door.
(Ao3)
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stanford!art has wet dreams about you.
gets back to the dorms after a night of partying with other members of the tennis team, and then falls asleep in a sweaty heap on his bedding.
the dreams come fast; his brain conjuring up images of you beckoning him over with a curl of your finger like youâre a character in a cheesy rom com. images of you shrugging off your clothes and enticingly groping at your own flesh. flashes of you rubbing your fingers over your most sensitive parts with a soft smirk on your face. you kiss him in the dreamâstarting at his lips, and then moving your mouth down his neck, chest, and abdomen. he watches you pull down his pants and underwear in the dreamscape and drop to your knees to begin sloppily sucking his cock, and oh my god.
he can feel everything.
the vodka from the party swirls in his brain as he dreams about you slurping and drooling and swallowing around his aching length, his eyes rolling back as he cups the back of your neck and moans, âohh my god, yes, please.. pleaseâ!â
your mouth, even if itâs not really yours, feels like goddamn heaven. itâs like nothing heâs ever felt before; itâs warm, itâs wet, itâs tight.. itâs perfect. but of course it is. itâs literally what he dreams a blowjob from you would be like.
he shudders over your frame knelt below him and comes down your throat with a strangled whine, feeling the way you milk him of every drop that he can squirt over your willing tongue.
and his dreaming mind has absolutely no idea that his sleeping body is clumsily humping his mattress as he whimpers in the loneliness of his room and fills his boxers with an uncomfortable, wet warmth that heâll be more than embarrassed about when he finally wakes up . .
#đ©· - thirsts#wet dreams wet dreams wet dreams !!!!!!#i luv them#such a hot phenomenon hehe#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader
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don't wannna wait on it (m)
> summary: if itâs a crime to want to have sex at every opportunity with your incredibly sexy boyfriend then youâll gladly accept your sentence. > pairing : na jaemin x fem!reader > genres & aus: established relationship au, non!idol au, smut, porn with absolutely no plot, the occasional small fluff bits because iâm me rating: 18+ [MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED] > warnings/content: car sex, rough sex, clit & tit slapping, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl/pretty girl/slut), unprotected sex, creampie, one mention of a âsirâ kink, lowercase writing > words: 3.6k > note: hi iâm back?! đ«Ł this was not something in my wips nor was it a request. i didnât even plan on writing for the dreamies anytime soon but na jaemin is my all consuming sleep paralysis demon and iâm unbearably whipped for him so this happened over the weekend when i was high and staring at pictures of him so surprise~đ§đœââïž thank you to my love @horanghater for beta reading this and always being my biggest cheerleader đ©·â€ïž
he smiles that megawatt, heart-stopping smile at you. the corners of his mouth quirk up, lush pink lips stretching over two rows of perfect teeth. jaeminâs smile has always been your favorite physical feature on him.
âyes, of course, i love the rest of you!â
âbut what about-â
âyea jaem - that includes your dick.â is usually some variation of how the conversation would go between the two of you when you complimented his smile. of course he knows you love him, and that youâre in love with him, but who would he be if he didnât whine his way into getting more compliments from you?
jaeminâs smile is something that needs to be immortalized in a mural on the sistine chapel ceiling, or however, the damn saying goes.
itâs hard to remember much when heâs fucking your last remaining brain cells out of you..
âif only you could see yourself right now, baby girl - so fucked out you canât even focus on me for more than a second,â jaemin sighs at you, eyes focused on the way your eyes cross and mouth twists in a choked cry.
you wanted so badly to strike back with something sassy, but his thumb has moved to stroke your clit just the way you like and the breath is knocked out of you.
jaeminâs left hand, the one gripping your thigh like a lifeline as it hangs limply around his waist, shifts downward to the back of your knee. he lifts your leg to drape it over his shoulder. his cock wedges deeper into you, the sensation completely blocking out the way your knee hits the roof of the car on the way up.
in the very back recesses of your brain you conjure enough sense to be happy that jaemin had driven your suv out tonight. fucking him in his sedan wouldâve been doable, but a little trickier.
you would know since he has in fact, fucked you in his car before. comfort makes all the difference.
it had been him that needed you that night, the dress youâd worn for jenoâs birthday party at his favorite club making it impossible for jaemin not to watch you all night. just seeing you standing and talking to your group of friends had him locked in, his heavy gaze watching your every move. when he finally got his hands on you, he could only focus on dancing with you for a single song before he was dirty talking you out of the club and onto your hands and knees in the backseat of his bmw.
tonight, it just so happened to be your turn to shamelessly ogle your boyfriend like a woman starved.
in your defense, it is literally his fault. heâd been teasing you all day.
your boyfriend had taken it upon himself to wake you up this morning by crawling between your legs and rousing you out of your sleep with his lips attached to your clit. apparently, he missed you so much while you were asleep he couldnât wait to have a taste of you as soon as his eyes opened.
you didnât have a problem with it, nor did you have a problem with the way his hands took every opportunity to find your hips, your side, your ass, or your hands with his own as the day went on. you cleaned your shared apartment before getting ready for your friendsâ housewarming gathering later and jaemin couldnât keep his hands off of you - again, not that it was a bad thing.
what did end up being a bad thing - for you at least - is how wound up he left you, only to leave the house for your outing tonight looking like the sexiest man on the planet (as if he didnât already do that every day).
jaemin wore dark denim jeans and a casual blazer - a very normal outfit in your opinion.
except, under his blazer was a form-fitting tank top. the get-together was only a handful of friends and the hosts made it clear it was an extremely casual time so neither of you had to worry over an outfit to wear. still, the moment jaemin decided to take his blazer off and you watched as his shoulders, arms, and the thick vein that runs up his bicep whenever he flexed became visible, you wished he had worn a three-piece suit instead.
how the hell were you supposed to be normal when he had riled you up so much over the course of the day? and of course, even in the car ride over, he had let his hand rest on your bare thigh, fingertips casually resting just under the bottom of your skirt. you wanted more than anything for him to creep those thick fingers up the rest of the way and find their way into your panties.
he didnât though, he instead talked about how excited he was for donghyuck and his partner, your best friend, to have finally been able to get their own house. it made jaemin talk wistfully about when the two of you would do the same. your heart would normally be fluttering in your chest at how sweet your boyfriend of four years is and how much it made you fall even more in love with him when he talked about your future together.
and while yes, you were feeling that giddiness, your pussy was also throbbing, panties sticking uncomfortably against you as his fingers danced on your skin, but made no move upwards.
so, again, it was hardly your fault that you needed him so badly. thatâs why, at some point in the night, you simply lost all decorum. it was when jaemin came into the kitchen while you were trying to decide which appetizer to distract yourself with. he was still just in his undershirt and had the nerve to smile at you.
âhey, beautiful,â he immediately came over to place a kiss on your cheek. your back was to him so he casually draped himself over you, back-hugging you as he surveyed the food options. âhaving fun?â
you hummed in affirmation, suddenly getting distracted as he pressed into you, reaching over your body to grab a slice of pizza. his chest was so solid behind you, his warmth striking the match that was your overwhelming thirst for him.
âyeah, but iâd be having more fun if you were fucking me right now.â
jaeminâs eyes widened, head tilting as he studied you. âoh yeah?â he sounded genuinely intrigued. âand where is that coming from?â
rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him, pushing your ass back into his bulge behind you, jaemin letting a grunt sound in his throat.
âyouâve been messing with me since you woke me up!â he smirked at the memory, obviously not sorry one bit. âthen, you spent the whole day groping me like a perv!â
he gasped, âfirst of all, iâm offended that me wanting skinship with my girlfriend whom i love so much makes me a perv!â
âstill! and then you walk around this house in this tight shirt with your arms just out!â
âis it not warm in here?! itâs not my fault donghyuck wonât let us turn the aircon lower!â
you flipped around, wrapping your arms around his waist, surprising him again.
âjaem, please can we go home? i need you so bad,â you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, jutting your lip out for good measure. jaeminâs willingness to give into you would typically depend on how nice or how mean he was feeling that day.
unfortunately for you, it was obvious he wasnât going to give you what you want anytime soon. a downright devilish smirk overtook him as he pressed against you, his bulge pressing into your belly. your grip on his waist tightened as you felt in real time, his dick hardening against you.
âhonestly, i had no idea i was getting you so flustered, baby girl,â one of his hands moves to hold your waist, grinding against you once more. âbut now that i know, i think instead of leaving now, itâll be much more fun to make you wait until later.â as soon he says that, he snatches his hold on you away, separating your bodies before you can grab at him again.
âjaemin!â you pout, arms falling to your side.
âbesides, it would be rude to leave our friendsâ gathering celebrating this milestone in their lives! you wouldnât want to do that, right sweetheart?â you cross your arms. that was true - you didnât want to leave the celebration early just to run off and have sex with your boyfriend - even if your body was practically buzzing at the sight of jaemin just standing in front of you. âplus, sometimes i just love making you unbearably horny. you get so fucking desperate for me.â
he had the nerve to giggle at the scoff you let out as he blew you a kiss and left the kitchen.
and you hate how right he was. you were so pathetically desperate for him. you kept your eyes on him all night and quickly got tired of just looking, so you decided to flip the script on him, using every excuse you got to touch or rub up on him.
your ass rubbed against him as you inserted yourself into a conversation with he and jeno. your nail scraped across his firm chest as you scooted past him to get to the bathroom. you made sure to grip the highest part of his thigh when for âstabilityâ as you rose from the couch to go talk to a friend.
it was partially to tease him right back and partially to fulfill your scorching need to feel him up. you were admittedly shameless in your lust for him, but so what? if itâs a crime to want to have sex at every opportunity with your incredibly sexy boyfriend then youâll gladly accept your sentence.
by the time the night was over and goodbyes were shared, you knew your actions were anything but criminal.
âjust so you know, when we get home iâm going to do so much more than eat your slutty little cunt out,â he says low enough for only you to hear, which combined with the way his fingertips dug into your lower back as he walked you to the car, was anything but a punishment.
excitement coursed through your veins - when jaemin started to say absolutely filthy things to you before using his soft words as foreplay, you knew he wanted you in more of a carnal way than anything slow and drawn out. he needed you then just as badly as you had needed him.
âoh yeah?â you mused, pretending to be surprised by his admission. you unabashedly smiled up at him, amused by the way he frowned back in response.
âyeah,â he said simply, opening your passenger door, holding your hand as you stepped up and in, not saying another word.
you had known he was going to fuck your brains out when you got home, but what you hadnât known was that heâd decide he couldnât wait anymore. that instead of waiting to bend you in half at home in your bed, he was going to pull onto a side road on the way home and do it. the road was still under construction, so it was a dead end with no one nearby, all the workers having gone home for the night.
jaemin drives his hips into the backs of your thighs faster, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing against the fogged-up windows.
âja-aemin!â your back arches up when he takes his thumb away from your clit to readjust your hips on the seat.
he tuts at you, his hand quickly moving back between you to smack at your clit, the sting pushing a squeal out of you.
âpatience, my slutty baby. iâm making sure you donât fall.â he smacks your bud again, hand going back to your hips and forcefully slowing your movement down. he ignores your pleas and protests for him to do anything other than stop.
âjaemin, no no no no please!â
âfuck i love when you beg for me like this. my pretty, needy girl.â
âyes, yes, jaem please, iâm so needy.â
jaemin bites his lip, slowly rotating his hips. itâs not fast enough to give you any relief from the pressure building in your stomach and you whine out louder in frustration.
âneedy for what exactly?â heâs teasing you because of course he is.
âyou, jaemin!â
âwhat about me?â
âoh my god, jaemin, your dick! i need your dick and i need you to fuck me and make me cum! please!â youâre more irritated when you say it, your orgasm having been taken from you.
âi know, i just like to hear you say it,â jaemin chuckles.
âyouâre so annoying!â you grunt, trying to move your hips to set the pace yourself. instead, jaemin presses them down into the cloth seats, leaning over your body to bring his face directly in front of you.
you stop your squirming to gasp, surprised by his proximity. his dark eyes sweep over your face before heâs leaning down to kiss you, plump lips moving against yours with hunger and determination. you instantly kiss him back, eyes slipping closed as jaeminâs tongue caresses yours, both of you sighing into the other. jaemin reaches up to cradle your head and he deepens the kiss, but only for a few more seconds. he pulls away, giggling at the tiny ânooooooooâ you whimper, going so far as to kick your legs the best you could, throwing a tantrum.
jaemin coos at you, sitting up straighter. his hands skillfully reach for the buttons on your blouse, undoing them with little effort and pulling your bra up, making sure your tits fall out the bottom and tucking the unneeded fabric under your chin.
âjaem! iâm going to die if you donât finish what you started!â
jaemin brings a heavy hand down, smacking your right tit, making you scream. âhush, brat! i wanted to see your tits while i fuck you.â
you humph at him, turning your head to look away from him with an attitude.
jaemin rolls his eyes as he repositions himself, slowly entering your waiting pussy again, and watches as your eyelids flutter closed, frown melting away as your mouth opens.
âyouâre lucky i need to fill you up now or else iâd make you wait till weâre home.â
you barely hear him as inch-by-inch of jaemin slides into you until heâs bottomed out, stretching your walls out as if he hadnât just been pumping into you minute ago.
jaemin carefully positions both legs over his shoulders, bending down into your space, both to witness the stunning expressions heâll get you to make up close and to not risk hitting his head on the roof of your car.
the position allows it to feel as though jaemin fills you up even more, crowding so close to you that all you see, all you hear, all you smell is jaemin. if you lean up close enough, you may be able to kiss him again so you can taste jaemin too.
that stops being an option once he finally starts to move his hips and thrusts into you, wasting no time to ease you into it. jaemin grinds into you with a force that makes the car start to shake again.
âshit - jaem!â
âfeel good, baby girl?â
âso so good!â
jaemin shuffles his lower half closer to you, pushing you further up the seat with each rough thrust. he manages to lean closer to pepper your faces in sloppy kisses with each snap of his hips.
âso fucking beautiful,â jaemin groans, the blunt nails on his left hand dig into the sensitive skin of your thighs as he bullies his cock into your sopping pussy harder, harder, and harder again, your cries for him nothing but incomprehensible nonsense at this point.
when the positioning of his hips changes an inch, itâs just enough to have the fat head of his cock knocking into your g-spot over and over again.
âfuuuuck! yes, right there jaem baby, right there!â you shriek, nails digging into his thick biceps as you cling to them, your head spinning with pleasure.
âopen your eyes, pretty girl,â jaemin nearly growls. âlook at me when you cum.â
it feels almost impossible, but you do as youâre told, prying your teary lashes open to meet jaeminâs gaze. youâre greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, eyes dark, pupils blown out as he stares you down. his black hair is sticking to his face as a few sweat droplets trail down the side of his face and drip, making his beautiful, honeyed skin glow.Â
your eyes follow, catching sight of the way his gold chain dangles over you as he snakes his hand between your bodies again, this time returning his fingers to your aching clit, twisting and rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive bud with a purpose.
âjaemâŠbaby, i-i iâm so close. s-so close!â
âyeah? gonna cum for me baby girl?â
âmmhmm!â
âgonna be my good girl and make a mess for me to clean up when we get home?â jaeminâs words are strained, his own end also approaching.
âyes! anything please, jaem, just wanna cum! can i, please?â
âonly if you look at me while you do,â he commands, pulling your gaze away from his sculpted chest.
when your eyes lock with his, jaemin immediately smiles at you again, this time in the cocky, self-assured way he always does when he watches you breaking down and falling to pieces for him.
âcum for me, pretty girl. come on and cream all over my fat cock,â jaemin demands, finger pressing against your clit at the same time that his cock drills into your spot for the final time needed to have your toes curling and vision turning white as you cum, nails nearly breaking skin on jaeminâs arms as you do.
through the static filling your ears, you can hear his moans getting louder and high-pitched.
he keeps his heavy eyes locked on you until he canât anymore and his body stutters, then heâs cumming hard, lids clenching shut as ropes of white warmth fill your hole and drip out around jaeminâs twitching dick.
he rests his head against your chest, his sweaty hair making your bare skin itch. even so, you let him stay for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth of his breath with each exhale.
eventually, you have to call his name a few times, tapping the top of his head. he doesnât respond at first, so you have to shake him harder and he finally sits up.
âhmm?â
âwere you asleep?!â
âno, but i didnât wanna leave. your tits are so soft,â jaemin pouts, hands cupping both of your breasts and squeezing. he almost gets you - your head nearly lolling back as his thumbs roll over your nipples.
you fight it though, pinching his side which makes him yelp.
âyou can play with my tits when you get us home if we leave right now.â
your boyfriend sighs, but straightens himself up, gingerly pulling his softening length out of you. he canât help but hesitate to watch in fascination when his cum leaks out from between your puffy pussy lips, only looking away when you close your legs.
âbabeeeeee!â
âbabe nothing! home now!â you push him away with your foot and sit up to pull your skirt down.
âfine, but you better hold all my cum inside you till we get there. i need to fuck it back into you.â
you pretend to think, jaemin making eye contact with you through the rearview mirror when you hesitate. âmmm okayâŠbut only if you promise to fill me up again right after.â jaemin lets out a huff through his nostrils, throwing the car into drive.
âseatbelt, baby,â he tells you, waiting for you to do so before he peels away. âgood girl.â
the timber of his voice has you clenching around nothing, already missing the heaviness of jaemin stretching your walls to their limit.
âanything for you, sir.â the words are sticky sweet and jaemin has to count to five because heâs sure heâll explode if you keep it up.
âyou love playing with me, donât you?â jaemin mumbles through gritted teeth, wishing more than anything that red lights were never invented as he slows to a stop, traffic laws delaying him in getting to his destination.
âi do. not my fault i always wanna fuck my gorgeous boyfriend.â you lean up when you speak, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear.
âfuck babyâŠâ he trails off, getting momentarily distracted when your tongue starts licking up the side of his neck, your teeth biting down on his shoulder. he refocuses when you pull away, smiling flirtatiously at him in the mirror. âitâs a good thing then that i love fucking my gorgeous girlfriend, huh?â he looks at you for a second longer before stepping on the gas when the light turns green.
âitâs because weâre perfect for each other.â
you see jaeminâs reflection in the driverâs side window and catch him smiling wide - the sight prompting you to do the same.
âyeah, i guess we are,â jaemin concludes, still smiling as he makes a turn, your apartment only a few blocks away. you watch his reflection, loving his smile as you always do, but you also canât wait to see the way heâll smile down at you when you get home and you get his dick in your mouth.
jaeminâs smile is your favorite feature of his - no matter how youâre making him do it.
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Number One Fan ch. IV
Dark!stepbro!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader (with a side of JJ Maybank x f!Reader)
Warnings: noncon (aka rape), incest (step siblings), forced sex, mentions of past noncon, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, violence, abduction, gaslighting, m!receiving masturbation, reader has some ptsd like symptoms from past noncon
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Sarah had been the first to call out the fact that you were acting differently. After all, the entire family was staying together over winter break and with no classes or extracurricular activities to take up anyoneâs time, your absence was noticeable.
Despite all of your reassurances that you were okay, Sarah would not stop pressing you.
âItâs just that youâre holed up in your room basically 24/7, Y/N. Iâm starting to get a little worried. All of us are actually, at dinner last night Rafe could not shut up about you.â
At the mention of your step brotherâs name your stomach flipped, nerves flaring as you thought about him.
The party had happened a couple weeks ago, but that night had been heavy in your mind ever since. After Rafe confirmed that he hadnât been in your room that night, you had tried to write it all off as some twisted dream, but the shadowy memories that had been coming back to you since were eating you alive.
Everything about it had felt so real. Each time you looked back on it, you seemed to remember another detail, another reason to question yourself and your step-brother.
Rafe had told you he hadnât came into your room the next morning when you asked him about it, but the details werenât adding up.
The entire situation didnât sit right with you.
You wanted so badly to brush it all of, to assume it was just a bad dream, but you also didnât want to think that your brain was capable of conjuring up a situation as nightmarish and nauseating as your step brother sneaking into your room and eating you out.
Another thing that you couldnât get out of your mind was how drunk Rafe had been trying to get you that night. Not only that, but he had given you some coke, which was a rare occurrence. Any other time you had asked to try it, your older brother declined, telling you that he cared about you too much to risk you getting addicted.
The few times he had ever let you do a line was in the house, on a night no one was throwing a party, where you both knew it would be a safe environment. He had never let you do coke a party, much less offered it to you.
You hadnât even thought to question it at the time, too intoxicated to think twice, but now you felt suspicious.
For the first time in your life, you were incredibly uncomfortable being around your older step brother.
Tannyhill was huge, but Rafeâs looming presence made it feel small.
Leaving your room became an anxiety inducing ordeal, you were never sure if you would bump into him and have to pretend like you werenât reliving the sensation of his lips sliding over yours, the way his mouth felt wrapped around your clit, the feeling of his fingers pumping inside of your slick cunt, or how good it felt to come undone onto his fingers and tongue.
The worst was how much every one of his touches now set your skin on fire. Whereas before the party, you had never been one to shy away from displaying physical affection with your older brother, now the thought of it made a pit of dread grow in your stomach.
You were even more ashamed of the fact that you had even noticed yourself growing wet when Rafe was around.
Once, after his low voice reached your ears from behind and he wrapped his arms around waist, picking you up and spinning you around before setting you back down, your cheeks warmed and you squeezed your thighs together when you felt a hot warmth between your legs, quietly mumbling an excuse before running to your room, where you stayed the rest of the night in ashamed confusion.
Another time, after Rafe had noticed you watching TV on the living room couch, wearing one of your cute, little tennis dresses (that he had bought for you), he sat next to you and asked you to cuddle up to him, like you had so many times before. This time, when you climbed into his lap, you couldnât focus on the show at all, instead praying that your step brother couldnât feel your panties growing damp from the close proximity to him.
What you didnât know was that Rafe had a good idea of why you were acting differently. He knew that you must have some memory of that night, and he had been getting immense enjoyment from your discomfort and squirming.
Although he did wish that you had remembered less so you would go on being the oblivious, sweet little sister he had gotten used to. Rafe didnât like that you had withdrawn yourself from him so much.
Sarah cleared her throat in front of you with a nervous laugh, and you realized you had zoned out right in front of her for several seconds longer than was normal.
âIâm just still feeling really tired from the last semester still,â you lied, nervously looking down as you played with a strand of your hair.
Sarah raised an eyebrow doubtfully, before shaking her head and taking a step closer to you before wrapping her arms around you in a hug.
âIâm here for you, Y/N.â She whispered into your hair as she squeezed you a little tighter. âYou know you can always talk to me about anything.â
Her words were kind, and you felt guilty for ignoring her for the past few weeks and thankful that she was offering some friendship.
âAnd Rafe too.â Sarah added as she stepped away from the hug, and your blood ran cold.
âI know he may act distant at times but he really loves you, Y/N.â She continued, unaware of the nausea growing in your gut. âHe canât shut up about how weird it is that youâve been ignoring all of us. I think he misses you but doesnât know how to tell you.â
âUm, yeah,â you managed. Your mouth felt so dry and you could feel your heartbeat picking up. Your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, but there was a high pitched ringing that was still forcing itâs way to the middle of your forehead.
âAnyways me, John B, and the rest of the Pogues were gonna go to the Wreck in half an hour, would you want to come along?â Sarah smiled at you and you felt excited about something for the first time in a while.
You hadnât seen JJ since the party and you had been ignoring all of his calls, upset that he had skipped out on the party without saying anything to you.
Maybe if you met up with him and talked one-on-one, you could finally put this behind you and get back to the good relationship you had with JJ before.
You told Sarah yes and she lit up before telling you to get ready and going back into her room to pick her outfit out.
You turned away from her to walk back to own room when a noise from just down the hall caught your attention.
Your head swiveled to Rafeâs closed door and you heard a sound that sounded like your name from the inside.
Concerned for your brother, you walked to the door and knocked twice.
âRafe? Are you okay?â You called out from the other side of the closed door and you heard a muffled, âfuck!â come from inside.
âRafe?â You asked again, now somewhat more concerned.
âOne second!â His voice sounded strained and you waited for several moments before he finally cracked his door. He was shirtless and only wearing boxers and you nervously averted your eyes away from his body.
âWhat, Y/N/N?â
âOh, I thought I heard you say my name, Iâm sorry.â
âWell I didnât.â
You silently swallowed, nervous because Rafe was standing so close and towering over you.
âUm, Sarah and I are gonna go to the Wreck with the other Pogues soon, just thought Iâd let you know.â
âCool.â His blue eyes didnât reveal anything, and you almost missed the way they flicked down and then up your body quickly. âDonât have too much fun.â
You nervously laughed, assuming your older brother would join in, but he didnât even crack a smile before he quickly shut his door in front of you.
Weird, you thought to yourself before turning back to walk to your room, trying not to dwell on it too much.
You picked out a simple, but cute dress. It was white with a mid thigh length skirt and a light green floral pattern. The thin straps revealed your shoulders and the cut was very flattering. You were sure Sarah and Kie would love it.
On the other side of Rafeâs door, he sat on his bed again, freeing his erection from the tight fabric of his boxers and grabbing his phone. He opened up the pic of you passed out at the party with your slick cunt on display for him, before wrapping his hand around his cock and finishing what you had just unknowingly interrupted.
When you arrived at the Wreck with Sarah, the Pogues were quick to rush out and hug you, happily filling you in on all the things you had missed. Although, you noticed that JJ had hung back and he was nervously looking at you from a safe distance. You also couldnât help but spot the faded scar above his eye that you hadnât seen before.
You were still upset with him, but it also hurt to see him looking so upset, knowing that it was only because you had been ignoring him.
Kie and John B were telling you an insane story about being chased by an alligator after the Twinkie got stuck in a swamp as you all walked inside and sat down at a table.
You were happily surprised when JJ sat across from you, shooting you a small smile, which you returned.
Your orders were taken pretty quickly, and you were happy that it felt like the group dynamics hadnât faded at all in your absence, and they hadnât changed now that you had returned.
Kie, John B, Sarah, and Pope had all gotten sucked into an argument over whether hot dogs were sandwiches or not, and you met JJâs eyes for real for the first time since the party.
âSo.. what happened?â
âThatâs what Iâve been trying to explain to you, Y/N, but youâve been dodging all my calls.â JJ said exasperatedly, but not loudly enough to pull the other Pogues away from their riveting hot dog discourse.
You sighed, looking away before mumbling, âI was just really upset that you bailed on me. A-and Iâve been dealing with some other shit too.â
âIâm sorry,â JJ apologized empathetically. âIt was never my intention to hurt you. I was at the party.â
At this admission, your eyebrows rose in surprise, âyou were?â
âYeah, and your brotherâs meathead football teammates wouldnât let me inside. Gave me this as a party favor,â he gestured to the small scar above his brow and you now noticed the mostly faded bruising on his eyelid.
âWhat the hell?â You asked in disbelief. âWhy would they do that?â
âI dunno,â he shook his head. âThey told me Rafe said no Pogues allowed, and they didnât like it when I tried to sneak past them.â
JJ laughed, but you were frowning now.
Why would Rafe have gotten his friends to stop JJ from coming in after he had promised you that you could throw your own party that night?
âI tried to call you to explain, but you never picked upâŠâ JJ sadly finished, trailing off as he twisted one of his rings.
âShit JJ, Iâm sorry. I was so angry with you, I just assumed that you hadnât come to the party at all.â
A french fry flew across the air and lightly wacked into your face, surprising you and causing the other side of the table to burst into laughter before you and JJ joined as well.
âAre you two lovebirds gonna talk to us at all?â Kie laughed, and you and JJ both blushed and exchanged grins before turning your attention back to the group.
The rest of the night went well. The awkwardness between you and JJ had mostly faded, and was now replaced with a new excitement at the idea that perhaps you and JJ could still continue your relationship.
After paying the bill, you all walked out into the parking lot, still laughing and joking around.
You began your goodbyes, hugging all of your friends before getting to JJ last. Sarah got the hint from your pointed glance that youâd prefer if she stayed in the car for a second so you could talk to JJ.
As the rest of your friends got in their cars and drove off, the two of you smiled at each other before embracing and you laughed when JJ picked you up and spun you around.
He had pulled you in to hug you again after setting you on your feet when all of the sudden, he was violently ripped away from you, causing you to almost lose your balance.
You heard the gasp from JJ as you lurched forward and your eyes widened at the sight of Rafe releasing JJ before punching him across the jaw, and knocking him to the ground.
âRafe!â You screamed at him in terror and confusion, but he just ignored you.
âAre you trying to fuck my little sister? Huh, Maybank?â Rafe screamed at JJ, and you couldnât stop the tears that were streaming down your face as you watched him punch JJ again.
Your pulse was racing in your ears as you helplessly watched, too shocked and frozen in place to intervene.
At this point, Sarah had noticed what was happening and ran from her car, yelling at Rafe to stop. When she rushed over to them, desperately trying to pull Rafe off of JJ, Rafe roughly shoved her to the ground.
âStay the fuck out of it, Sarah!â He spat at her angrily.
While he was momentarily distracted with Sarah, JJ swung at him, his fist connecting with Rafeâs cheek this time.
âDonât push her like that!â JJ yelled as you rushed over to Sarah to help her off of the ground.
âAre you okay?!â
âYeah, Iâll be fine,â she gasped as you pulled her to her feet and stepped away from Rafe and JJ, watching as the two stared each other down with hate filled eyes.
JJ faked left before going right, but Rafe quickly ran at him, tackling the other blond to the ground and landing multiple blows on his face.
You and Sarah were screaming again, and this time, you were the one to try to pull Rafe away.
With all of your strength, you ran at Rafe, knocking him off of JJ and onto his side beneath you, but he recovered faster than you, and you whimpered when his hand closed tightly around your wrist and you were pulled to your feet.
Rafe had given up on attacking JJ now; his only objective was to get you away from Sarah and that Pogue scum.
âWhat are you doing, Rafe??â Sarah yelled at him as she rushed over to JJ to check on him, torn between staying by his side and running over to help you.
âSarah!â You yelped as he tugged you further away from her and towards his parked truck.
âWeâre gonna go for a little drive. Weâll be back later.â Rafe yelled over his shoulder at Sarah before he opened his car door and shoved you inside, quickly locking the door before you could escape and walking to the driverâs side door.
He unlocked it, climbing inside and relocking the doors quicker than you could open yours and you slammed on the window in frustration before glaring at him.
As he sped out of the parking lot, you looked back to see Sarah kneeling over JJ in tears.
âWhere the fuck are you taking me?â You demanded, anger evident in your voice.
Rafe was silent, his blue eyes locked on the road as he tore through the back
âTurn the fuck around and take me back now! What is wrong with you?!â You hissed, wiping away more tears that wouldnât stop falling.
âNo.â He responded, irritation growing on his face.
Frustration and anger festered inside of you as you glared at your step brother before turning your head to watch the trees fly past you as Rafe accelerated.
âYou missed the turn for our house, idiot.â
âWeâre not going back to the house until you calm down,â his tone was hard and demeaning, like he was talking down to a child.
âYouâre the one who needs to calm down, Rafe!â You snapped at him and he rolled his eyes. âYou could have killed him!â
Rafe laughed at that, but it completely lacked humor, âJJâs been getting too close to you recently, Y/N. I told you heâs not good enough for you.â
âSo that warranted you beating his face in?!â
Rafe made a sharp turn, driving towards the docks and parking the truck without a word.
The sky had begun growing dark, the last rays of crimson still stained the horizon as the sun dipped below the ocean waves.
The docks were quiet and, unusually, there seemed to be no one walking around this night.
You defiantly sat in place as Rafe opened his door and got out, coming over to your side and opening the door expectantly.
When you made no moves to exit, Rafe grabbed you, pulling you out of the car before he threw you over his shoulder, slammed the door and started walking to the docks.
At first you were too stunned to fight back, but as he continued carrying you, you began yelling at him again and beating on his back with your fists.
âLet go of me!! Put me down, Rafe! Stop it!!â
Your screams fell on deaf ears, and if there was anyone on the docks hearing the commotion, they had chosen to mind their own business and not get involved.
You couldnât squirm out of his grasp no matter how hard you tried, and your eyes widened when his yacht finally came into view.
All of your arguing and squirming was ignored as he climbed aboard, carrying you with him.
Rafe brought you to the room below deck, throwing you onto the bed and then quickly leaving, locking the door from the outside behind him.
You helplessly grabbed at the doorknob, twisting it to no avail as you banged on the door with your fist.
âLet me out!!!â You screamed at him, straining your vocal chords in your anger.
âRafe!!â
You heard the sound of the boat engine turn on and a chill ran down your spine as you realized the boat was moving away from the docks.
âWhat are you doing Rafe?!?!â
You got no response for five minutes despite your continued yelling, the entire time the boat was heading god knows where.
Just when you had given up hope that he was coming back and beginning to believe that Rafe was planning on taking you for an extended boat ride, you were surprised when you heard the motor stop and felt the anchor go down.
You heard Rafeâs footsteps on the stairs and you angrily glared at him as he walked into the room and then locked the door behind him.
âWhat in the world do you think youâre doing? What is wrong with you??â You shouted at your older step brother.
âJJ told me that you had your friends jump him when he tried to come to the party!â You revealed. âIs that true!â
âYeah it is,â Rafe responded nonchalantly. âI donât like you hanging out with scum like him. Iâm just looking out for you.â
âYou never butt into Sarahâs relationship with John B, heâs a Pogue too!â
âThatâs different.â
âHow?â
âIt just is, Y/N! I donât particularly like that Sarahâs dating John B, but I know that JJ is a bad guy! Heâs gonna get you roped into bad shit, and mess up the future that you have ahead of you!â
Rafeâs words were only pissing you off more and the horrible nagging feeling that you had at the back of your brain made you say something you immediately wished you could take back.
âDid you come into my room the night of the party, Rafe?!â
âYes!â He shouted, and you felt all of the oxygen leave the room.
The silence lingered for several moments and you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. You were so shocked you could only stare at him in disbelief.
âI came into your room that night, and that wasnât even the first time.â Rafeâs lips curled into a sickeningly smug grin as he took in the shocked expression written all over your face.
A horrible wave of nausea passed over you as you realized the implications of his words.
Your step brother had just admitted to not only fingering you and eating you out at the party, but also to touching you other times you couldnât even remember.
Your ears were ringing as you looked at him in shock and disgust, tunnel vision blocking out the rest of the room as you numbly watched his lips moving soundlessly.
Rafe reached for your hand and you jerked away from him, panic beginning to set in as you failed to catch your breath.
Your entire view of your step brother was being shattered as you tried to come to terms with the impossible facts that were literally staring you right in front of your face.
âI love you so much, Y/N. Everything I do has always been for you, please you have to believe me.â
You tried to stand up and get past him, desperate to leave the cramped space of the cabin, but Rafe easily grabbed you and threw you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you as you struggled beneath him.
âGet the fuck off of me, Rafe!! Please!â You screamed, begging him as he roughly grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed.
You had never been more terrified of your brother than in this moment. His horrible confession had changed everything.
You always knew that Rafe was strong. How could you not? He was always bragging about how much he could lift at the gym to you and bringing you along to show off. It was impossible to miss his muscles straining the fabric of his shirts when you had seen him lifting things around the house or working on his truck.
But you had never been at the mercy of Rafeâs strength until now.
You whined when he painfully twisted your wrist, and he shifted on top of you, nudging your legs apart with his knee and grinding his now obvious hard on against your clothed pussy.
A shameful, disgust settled within you when you could feel your panties growing damp with unwanted arousal.
You squirmed in his grasp, back arching as you tried to pull away. Fear gripped your throat as you looked up at Rafe in heartbroken confusion, your eyes growing blurry with tears.
âYouâve always been such a good little sister, Y/N/N.â Rafe whispered, and you let out a gasp when he shifted his hips, his clothed tip pressed to your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut.
âDonât you remember how good I made you feel at the party?â He groaned and you shook your head in denial.
âNo, Rafe-â
âI could make you feel even better than that, Y/N.â You felt him shift again, and you tilted your head to watch him begin unzipping his shorts and removing them.
Again you felt horror and nausea rise inside of you as you saw what was coming towards you, and you were utterly powerless to stop it.
âRafe!â You sobbed pathetically, grabbing at the hand that was clamped around your other wrist and scratching at him. âPlease donât do this. Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry!â
You didnât even see his hand fly out, but you heard the slap before you felt it. Your head whipped to the side and the ringing in your ears returned as your fight was quickly sapped from your body. Your cheek felt like it was on fire from the strength behind his ringed hand.
âI really wanted to make this special for you, Y/N.â Rafe managed between gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist tightening. âBut youâre making that really difficult for me when youâre acting like such a fucking brat.â
You were still too stunned to react, your eyes squeezed shut in pain as you lay limply on the bed.
The feeling of Rafeâs hand trailing beneath your dress and between your legs set a blaze across your skin. His fingertips ghosted over the edges of your pretty, lacy panties, making you shiver.
When Rafe grabbed them and started tugging them down your legs, you snapped your legs shut in an attempt to stop him, but when he glared at you and quickly reared his arm back as if he was going to slap you again, you quickly opened them to allow him to slide your panties off.
âTake this off.â He ordered you, gesturing to your dress and you swallowed dryly, knowing that there was no way to avoid doing exactly what he wanted.
Rafe let go of your bruised wrist to allow you to remove the last barrier of clothing you had on.
His eyes hungrily raked over your now completely exposed body. He had seen you naked before the other times when he had snuck into your room, but the anticipation of what was to come made you seem even more gorgeous than before, if that was even possible.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he whispered breathlessly, but his compliment only made you feel more disgusted.
He pulled his boxers off and you looked away, too embarrassed to look at your step brother naked.
A hand clamped on your chin, turning your head and forcing you too look at him.
His cock was long and thick, and when your eyes widened at the size, Rafe chuckled.
âIâll make it fit, Y/N/N,â he drawled, climbing between your legs again and positioning himself between them.
You tensed when you felt him rub his tip up and down your soaked slit, teasing your clit a bit and you squirmed beneath him.
Rafe looked between your legs as he slowly began sliding the tip of his cock inside of you.
âWait, Rafe!â You whined, you hands grabbing at his shoulders to push him off.
He wordlessly grabbed your wrists, easily pinning them to the bed and using the new position to push himself deeper, stretching your cunt out more with each inch.
âFuck,â he groaned as your tight, warm pussy squeezed around his cock.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks now as your older step brother pinned you to the bed and slowly forced himself deeper inside you.
The pressure between your legs was immense, and you had never felt so full in your life.
He bottomed out, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix, and his arms trembled slightly above you as he sucked in a shaky breath.
âGod, Iâm so fucking lucky my lil sis saved herself for me.â
Rafeâs words made your stomach churn, but before you could linger on them long, his lips smothered yours, and sickeningly, you realized that you recognized the feeling from the night of the party when you thought you had been kissing JJ.
You turned your head away from him to break the kiss, but his firm hand brought you back and held you in place as his lips slid over yours.
When he tilted his hips back and then slowly started push his cock back into you, you gasped into the kiss, letting his tongue to push its way into your mouth.
Rafe thrusted into you faster, picking up his pace as he finally broke the kiss and allowed you to gasp for air.
Your trembling legs wrapped around his back as you tried to steady yourself from the rocking of the bed and the feel of his length dragging along your walls.
To your embarrassment, you could feel his cock begin to slide into you easier as you grew slicker around him, but that didnât alleviate how much he was stretching you out.
âJJ could never make you feel this good, Y/N. He doesnât know you like I do, doesnât know your body like I do.â
At the mention of JJ, you cried harder, tensing around him and squeezing his cock so hard he groaned.
Rafeâs lips captured yours again, hungrily kissing you as he plunged himself into you harder now.
When he pulled away, he stared into your eyes for several moments, watching your eyelids fluttering shut as you tried to keep your focus on your older step brother as his thrusts rocked your body again and again.
âTell me you love me.â
Your cunt squeezed around him at his words, a horrible mixture of emotions flooding your body. He was one of your best friends, your older brother. You had loved him for so many years, and horribly, you still loved him right now, even as he betrayed your trust in the most violent way imaginable.
You felt so confused, not just about his actions, but now also about your bodyâs reaction to him forcing himself onto you.
âY/N,â Rafe warned, his punishing thrusts bringing you back to the present. âTell me you love me.â
âI-â you were cut off by a moan when Rafeâs fingers circled your tender clit. It was nearly impossible to think straight right now, much less form a sentence.
You swallowed, before quietly whimpering, âI love you.â
His fingers twitched against your clit, his cock was repeatedly hitting a spot that was making your head swim and vision blur. Each masterful motion of his fingers was building inside of you, pulling you closer to the brink, even though you were trying to fight the inevitable.
âI canât fucking hear you,â Rafe growled, his pace growing downright punishing.
You were pushed over the edge suddenly, and you closed your eyes and loudly whined as you came around him. âI love you, Rafe!â
You could practically see his cocky grin as you gave him exactly what he wanted, even though your eyes were still squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm.
âFuck, baby. So tight,â Rafe groaned, still drilling into you. âBeen waiting so long for this and you feel even better than I couldâve dreamed.â
Rafeâs pace stuttered and he pushed himself deep inside you, his fingertips gripping into your thighs tightly as he came, spilling his sticky cum deep inside you as you squirmed beneath him, begging him to pull out through tears.
âRafe, please, Iâm not on any birth control,â you sobbed.
He cupped your chin, roughly tugging you in to a messy kiss as he ignored your pleading.
When he finally pulled away he looked down at you dreamily, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âI really do have the best sister ever, huh?â
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every rose and its 'twin prickles'
Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.
âž dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au
âž i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do âž writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! â€ïž
Do you know whatâs the best thing about work?Â
Every evening it ends early.Â
Do you know whatâs the best thing about home?Â
Every evening youâre there.  Â
Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoruâs face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment â weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep â then pauses, a hand on the doorknob. Â
Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room. Â
Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it. Â
Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form.Â
Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel.Â
You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys â the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule. Â
Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party.Â
Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead â only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm â he canât help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children. Â
Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. âPapa, no!! Mamaâs sleeping,â She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn â Sachiroâs definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather. Â
Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. âI can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.âÂ
âBut we too wanna cuddle with Mama,â Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, âSo, you canât cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.âÂ
Your son again gives a small âyesâ at her words, followed by a yawn â a reaction which Sachiko doesnât deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. âHey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papaâs?âÂ
The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. âYours, obviously. I donât want Papa to steal Mama away. Sheâs ours.âÂ
The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard â but he doesnât. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal. Â
So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kidsâ eye level and smiles. Â
âWhat do you think of a compromise, kids? Why donât you make a deal with me?â Â
Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, âOkay, weâre interested. Whatâs the deal?âÂ
Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory.Â
âBelgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.âÂ
âBleh!â Sachiko makes a disgusted face â something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions â and whines, âThey are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.âÂ
âA doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if thatâs the case.âÂ
The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment â something he can only ever learn from you â he says, âBut you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why donât you ever listen to her?âÂ
A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. âI do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much sheâs your mom.âÂ
âWe know,â The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brotherâs, âBut we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as sheâs your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?â Â
âBesides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,â Sachiro chimes in with a pout. âTell us, Papa,â The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, âIs it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?âÂ
âThe kids are right, yâknow?â A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.
âCanât believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids donât love me. They donât listen to me. My wife too doesnât love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.âÂ
Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades. Â
âYâknow, itâs not like that,â You say, placing your ear on his back, âJust âcause the kids love me more doesnât mean they donât love you. And itâs not even your fault â my personality is so awesome, everyone canât help but adore me the moment they see me â isn't that right, babies?âÂ
âRight, Mama,â A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question â you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.
âAnd because your awesome Mamaâs asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: heâs so tired and sad. You donât want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?âÂ
Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, âPapa can cuddle with us. Thatâs okay, maybe.â The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin. Â
âSee, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?âÂ
âInfinitely more,â He replies with a peck on your lips â however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband.Â
Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kidsâ half-hearted harrumphs.
 Â
Do you know whatâs the best thing about life?Â
Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world â even if he knows heâs going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again.Â
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⥠halsin's little distractionâĄ
pov:halsin pinning over tav during the tiefling party, after declining their offer to get to know them, he sneaks off to please himself
"There are a lot of thirsty people down there," Halsin remarked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. He watched you leave, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. Despite your outward composure, he noticed the slight heaviness in your steps, the way your eyes avoided his for a second, and the subtle redness creeping up your neck.
He had known you for such a short time, really; but the sincerity of your reaction to his rejection had stirred something within him. You seemed sweet, trying to mask your disappointment with a brave face. It was a shame, as in his eyes there was no reason for embarrassment. You simply saw an opportunity and took it. If circumstances were different, you wouldnât have needed to askâhe would have been the one to come to you first, eager and unabashed. But duty weighed heavily on him, now stronger then ever. So Halsin held back his desires, even as a slow-burning heat smoldered deep inside him, a tightness growing within.
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He felt a bit too old to be reacting to you with such enthusiasm. Perhaps the goblin cell had worn on him⊠or maybe he simply liked you more than he expected.
The Tiefling party continued in full swing, laughter and music blending into a joyous symphony. Yet, amidst all of this, Halsin couldnât shake the image of you from his mind. His thoughts lingered on the curve of your smile, the subtle grace in your movements. A bottle of wine, held firmly in your hand.
His mind swirled, unable to withstand the overwhelming desire. He had to get out of there, to clear his mind and relieve the tension building in his pants. He could sense you, see you talking and laughing with joy, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
Halsin definitely needed a moment of solitude away from certain distractions; realizing he had to distance himself from you. Otherwise, he might reconsider your rather open invitation, take you somewhere private, and thoroughly fuck you until those cheeks turned red for entirely different reasons than sour wine. Oh, how he would like to see that, but he couldnât; he needed to remind himself over and over again. So discreetly, Halsin slipped away, his tall, broad frame moving with surprising stealth as he sought refuge in the embrace of the forest.
The sounds of the party faded behind him, replaced by the whispering of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Halsin took a deep breath, letting the crisp night air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping to regain some of his composure. But the fire within him burned just as fiercely, refusing to be extinguished. Leaning against the rough bark of a towering oak, he allowed his mind to wander, conjuring images of you. On your knees. Your mouth ready for him, your fingers eager, clutching his cock like you clutched a wine bottle mere moments ago.
His hand, large and calloused, ventured beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking the source of his mounting passion. As his fingers brushed against his hard length, a shiver ran through him. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
With deliberate slowness, Halsin freed his aching erection, the cool night air a stark contrast against his heated skin. His shaft was thick and heavy, already slick with the evidence of his arousal. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, his grip firm.
Closing his eyes yet again, he allowed himself to fully indulge in the fantasy. He imagined your hands instead of his own, your touch gentle and exploring. He could almost feel your breath against his skin, your lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along his length. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke himself, his hand moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Up and down, up and down. Each stroke was deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with a tantalizing slowness. He smeared the bead of precum over the swollen head of his cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His thoughts were consumed by you.
Halsinâs breathing grew heavier, each exhale a soft, breathy moan that mingled with the night air. His strokes quickened, his hand sliding smoothly along his shaft, the friction igniting a burning need that only seemed to grow with each passing moment. He pictured you on your knees before him, your mouth soft and inviting, your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. The thought alone made him tremble with anticipation. His hand moved faster now, his grip tightening as he chased the rising tide of pleasure.
The forest seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through his body. Halsinâs mind was awash with lust and longing, each stroke of his hand bringing him closer to the edge. He could almost hear your voice, whispering words of encouragement, encouraging him with breathy moans and soft gasps.
The look of disappointment on your face, eyebrows slightly raised, lips wet, slightly open.
As his release neared, his strokes became more urgent, his hips thrusting into his hand with a desperate need. The tension coiled within him, growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a deep, guttural groan, Halsin came, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the forest floor. The intensity of his climax left him breathless, his body trembling with the force of his release. It felt so good.
For a moment, he stood there, panting and spent, the cool night air a soothing balm against his heated skin. Leaning his head against the oak, he tried to regain his composure. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming back into focus. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet, calm energy. The nature was particularly beautiful during nights like these and so were you, he instantly thought. Utterly beautiful.
Halsin wiped his hand clean, his mind slowly clearing as he adjusted his clothes. A sense of peace settled over him, the tension that had gripped him now replaced by a comforting warmth. After this, he believed he could endure being near you for a little longer.
A gentle smile tugged at his lips. It was fortunate he hadnât had a drink that night, as he was certain he would have blurted out his feelings for you and maybe even tried to serenade you, which would have been unbearably embarrassing, even for him.
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Knife
Solomon: Please make sure the brothers don't make MC angry today, they are not in a good mood.
Simeon: Oh I see, did something happen?
Solomon: Clearly something did, but they won't tell me.
Lucifer: Ah there you are again Solomon. Please refrain from asking me for a pact again, it's quite a nuisance.
MC: *takes out knife* Say that again, I dare you.
Solomon: MC, no! Put that down, hand it over!
Satan: I could feel MC's rage all the way from my room.
Barbatos: Good morning everyone, I come bearing some gifts for you from Young Master.
Mammon: Oh no.
Barbatos: Oh good morning MC, you're here early...and Solomon, what brings the likes of you here-
Simeon: Oh dear...
MC: *takes out another knife* Watch your next words, Barbatos.
Solomon: MC, not again! Where on earth did you learn to conjure cursed knives!?
Asmo: I think I know why MC is upset. I went with them to a dinner party last night and they heard some demons bad mouthing you.
Solomon: MC's been in a sour mood eversince?
Asmo: Well they felt a bit better after those demons cutlery started floating in the air and attacking them.
Luke: So all you have to do to stay on MC's good side is not talk bad about Solomon. That's easy. Silly demon brothers.
Simeon: Yes MC is just protective of you, Solomon.
Solomon: While I'm delighted at that notion, I'm not sure I like the idea of MC going around and attacking everyone with cursed knives.
MC: Does anyone have a bandaid?
Luke: MC, your hand is bleeding!
MC: It's just a little cut. Someone snatched the knife out of my hand before I could do anything with it.
Solomon: ....
Solomon: *with all of MC's knives hovering menancingly over his palm* And who was this particular individual?
Asmo: *sighs* Like teacher, like apprentice.
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL â P.JS
SYNOPSIS: Beach parties are supposedly fun and exciting, arenât they? Wrong. Experiencing college parties is rare for you, but you decided to give this one a go after your best friendâs constant pleas. Things were alright until everything turned sour when trouble found you and eventually you were roped into a fight alongside the campusâ famous hockey playboy. As if that wasnât enough, the devil himself conjured up an idea that you found yourself being entangled in. It was all fun and games up until confusion arose, feelings being confessed and played, in the end, Jay had to learn how to get the girl, his girl.
PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!jay x afab!reader
GENRE: strangers to frenemies to lovers, fake dating au, college sports au, romance, fluff, angst, secret pining
WARNING(S): drinking, parties, profanities, slight violence, possessive jay, mentions/hints of cheating, miscommunication, slow burn-ish, a pinch of suggestiveness
WC: 21k
AUTHOR NOTES: yes, the title is based on taylor swift's song, the story is lowkey inspired from it hehe! i also included a scene which was inspired from "sleet kitten" so credits to that ;) PLEASE LEAVE A FEEDBACK! it would mean THE WORLD to me <3 hope you enjoy!
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© jaylver 2023
âWHY AM I HERE?â
You found yourself asking your best friend, Minji, only after barely ten minutes of setting foot into the party. Look, you didnât wish to complain, but a beach party basically equaled sand in shoes, which you absolutely hate and despise, yet you were stuck here against your will.
It all started on a random stroll across campus where Minji brought up the night beach party hosted by some rich frat boy, typical. Being the anti-party person you were, you brushed the idea away initially. Hey, staying in bed with a cup of tea was miles better than having sand in your shoes and frat boys trying to get into your pants, yuck. But eventually, you gave into the idea of relaxing and letting go for once after a horrid chemistry test. How you absolutely regretted that choice now.
âYouâre here to enjoy yourself,â Minji hissed through her teeth, holding onto your hand as the two of you walked past strangers. âWhatâs wrong with getting free booze and some hot hunky beach boys?â
âEverything is wrong with that. Their booze sucks and the beach boys hide at night,â you huffed, hugging your body tight as the wind blew across your face, the smell of sea lingered in the air.
âThere are still some cute guys here,â Minji kicked at the sand lightly, staring around where people were littered in groups here and there, a small bonfire alighted in the middle of the beach. âThe hockey guys are here,â she nodded at the loudest bunch in the area.
You knew a part of them since you did occasionally stop by to watch a few major hockey games, but definitely not well enough to pair their names to their faces. You spotted the captain first and the one with freshly dyed white hair, who you recognized was also his usual partner on ice, then there was the player with a really odd number, 99. Was it Jason, James or Jeremy? All you could remember was him being number 99 and having a J name, not to mention, an interesting reputation to his name.
"They're cute, don't you think so?" Minji nudged you and you shrugged.
"Cute but fuckboys, and I need them to step up during major games too,"
"You should ignore the hockey part about them. It'll hurt less when they lose," Minji's head turned and she pointed to another group. "The footballers are there too. Trust me, they're bigger fuckboys,"
"Oh, I can tell," you spotted many of them already having a girl by their sides, whispering and giggling while they poured each other more drinks. "This is why I'd rather go back to the dorms,"
"Maybe, maybe not. Something entertaining will eventually happen at these types of parties,"
"I feel like you'll jinx it,"
Minji threw her hands up in defence, raising her eyebrows and shrugging. "Don't blame me, blame the system,"
"There's no system," you shot back, suddenly feeling the need to walk away for a moment as the beach slowly overwhelmed you. (you hated the beach, can't you already tell?) "I need to stop by the restroom for a while, look after my drink, will you?"
You were practically racing to the nearby restroom, finally escaping the area and being able to breathe freely without drunk college students bumping into you. The restroom was basically just a single cubicle, so you were squeezed tightly and you felt uncomfortable as each second passed. You were praying to God that you get to leave this place pronto.Â
Leaving the cubicle made you feel slightly more grateful about the beach, but upon only a second from exiting, you started hearing shouts coming not far from where you were. At first, you wondered if youâve reached the point of hallucination, but following a few more grunts and yells, you knew you werenât. Your body tensed immediately considering it's a distance from the main area. What could even be happening here?
You knew this was how horror movies usually start, but your curious mind just had to wander off further into the abyss and bring your leg along, so you chose the stupidest decision and followed the distant commotion.
'I'm not dying tonight. I'm not dying at a beach. I'm going to be fine' were the affirmations you repeated in your head, though you felt quite the opposite of that.
"Fuck you, are you banging my girl?"
That was when you stopped in your tracks completely, thrown absolutely off guard, eyes widened and lips forming into an 'O'. It wasn't a murder case, but from the way the conversation sounded, it was about to be one.
"I didn't bang your girl, who the fuck are you?" Another voice spat back and you inched closer, hiding behind the other cubicle and you peeked your head out, shocked at the sight before you.Â
There was already a small crowd surrounding the commotion, who wouldn't want to miss a free show anyway? But the bigger matter on hand was the centre of attention, the two guys were the campus' well known hockey player and footballer.Â
You recognized the footballer at once, remembering the time where Minji practically shoved his Instagram profile into your face. Yoon Keeho. Star player paired along with his amazing features, he was a popular figure who had a popular girlfriend from the dance team, Karina. They were basically every comics' perfect couple.
Then there was the hockey player, your jaw could only hang lower in plain shock. Mr 99, hockey star and infamous playboy, you knew he was trouble, but this kind of trouble? A little unexpected from him.
"Look man, I know people say I fuck around a lot, but I never fucked her!" It was obvious Mr 99 was starting to get heated, but the footballer was relentless in egging him on.
"Oh fuck off man, I know you did it!"
This back and forth had you rolling your eyes, eventually getting bored from the âno I didn'tâs and âyes you didâs thrown back and forth, so you slowly crept back, trying your best to avoid tripping over rocks and shells.
'Crack'Â
You spoke too soon. Way too soon.
"Hey!"
You took a few cautious steps ahead. Maybe if you just pretend nothing happened and continue walking, it would be fine. Maybe if you walked away, he wouldn't noticeâ
"Hey!"
You squeezed your eyes shut, contemplating between immediate death or a quick dash away, but neither could be decided when the voice kept on calling after you, ruining your patience completely and you whipped around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.Â
"Yes?"
Mr 99 stared back at you, a sinister look in his eyes. From the looks of it, he had something evil brewing in that head of his and soon, you were about to be the victim of his dodgy plan.
What came out of his lips next definitely made you wish you were home instead and simultaneously, wishing you had the freedom to strangle him. This fuckerâ
"That's my girlfriend there, she can vouch for me," you heard him telling Keeho, a smug smile on his face. Girl ⊠friend? Gasps were heard and all eyes were on you in an instance. "Come here, babe, I've been looking for you!"
You blinked, your body absolutely rigid and unmoving as if paralysed. This couldn't be happening, right? Please wake me up from this dream. I'm just hallucinatingâ
"Babe, come on," your brief dissociation had you completely unaware that Mr 99 was now in front of you, dragging you by your wrist towards the scene of commotion.Â
"What are you doing?" You whispered harshly into his ear, making sure it wasn't loud enough for the other couple to realise from a distance away.
"Play along, please, I'll pay you," he pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. Who were you to say no to free cash? Nevertheless, you still hated being the centre of attention, and Mr 99 here was only making matters worse.
"I don't even know you,"
"I'm Jay from literature, so technically now you do. Just help me for a few minutes," he grunted through his gritted teeth, flashing his best version of puppy eyes that failed to execute its purpose.Â
âDo you even know my name?â you hissed lowly, glaring pointedly at him. He could only sigh in exasperation. He had the audacity to seem annoyed while you were literally the one whoâs getting dragged to her demise.Â
âYouâre Y/N from English literature. We have the same classes and Iâm not a douche for not knowing my classmates, okay?â you were slightly pleased, but not enough to be someoneâs fake girlfriend for show. Against your free will, you and Jay were finally standing face to face with the couple.Â
"So you're his girlfriend?" Keeho had an eyebrow raised, a sense of accusation and suspicion in his gaze. He was so not buying this.
You glanced at Jay, face twisted in uneasiness, not loving the idea of this, but instead, he shot you an encouraging look which was screaming 'go on, tell him'. "Yâyeah. Girlfriend,"
Keeho was unconvinced and you couldn't blame him, you were doing a shit job at pretending to be someone you weren't. "Where was your boyfriend yesterday at night? Was he out?"
"Heâ" the words got stuck in your throat and Jay raised his eyebrows at you, mouthing some random words you totally couldn't decipher. "He went out on a date with me,"
"To?"
"Baskin Robbins �"
Keeho remained unamused, his girlfriend holding onto him snickering silently under her breath, and you, on the other hand, got naturally defensive.
"What's wrong with ice cream? At least my man cared enough to bring me out for ice cream dates instead of letting me cheat on him freely. Just saying,"
"What?"
Now it was Keeho and Jay's turn to stare at you with their jaws hung low. Karina's face gradually grew scarlet, her lips twisted into a snarl. "What do you even know about my relationship? Keep out of my business, you bitch,"
"Hey, who the fuck are you to call her a bitch?" Jay stepped in front of you, an arm shielding you and Karina cowered away. Damn, he was good at this.
"Don't talk to her like that, you fuck," Keeho spat at Jay, daringly pushing Jay on the chest and he stumbled slightly into your arms.Â
Jay scoffed, brushing his front and adjusted his shirt, shaking his head a little. "You're such a dick, Yoon Keeho. You're the prime example why I hate footballers,"
"And you hockey players are the reason why you're dragging the school's name to the ground,"
"Save the talk, we literally won the playoffs while you and your team could barely crawl to the topâ"
You gasped, and so did everyone else watching. Keeho had thrown a hard punch across Jay's pretty face, which meant Jay's aggravation unfortunately worked a little too well on the footballer.Â
To your surprise, Jay took the hit better than you'd expected. He did seem taken aback at the start, but then he started laughing instead. Was he secretly psychotic?
You would be lying if you said you weren't shell shocked initially, but after a moment of recovery, you peeked over his shoulder, staring at his face for any obvious bleeding or bruising, unaware of how close your face was to his.
"You okay, big man?"
"Took it like a champ," he muttered back, a smirk pulled at his lips, seeming as though nothing had even happened. "Permission for me to punch him back, girlfriend?"
"He's all yours. Go beat his ass, boyfriend,"
Jay shrugged nonchalantly, rubbing the side of his face roughly and in a flash, he threw a punch back at Keeho and panicked whispers broke out in the crowd.
"Look man, this is a misunderstanding, I totally didn't fuck your girlfriend," Jay panted, his eyes narrowing at Karina.Â
"Don't look at me like that," she snapped back, but her voice wavered, giving away the fact that she was obviously hiding something and was intimidated by the way Jay could see right through her.
"Oh come on, fess up, I'm pretty sure I saw you with Yeonjun,"Â
Karina stilled, her eyes beginning to twitch. Bingo. You didnât sit through a boring psychology talk once for nothing.
"You don't know shit about me,"
"Okay, say that to Yeonjun the next time he finds you,"Â
Maybe you did regret having too big of a mouth. You just had to blabber on and agitate the mean girl and now you were reenacting a scene from one of your favourite high school rom coms.Â
Before you could even register what's happening, you felt a sharp tug at your hair and pain washed over your whole head. Getting bald wasn't the thing you wished for upon reaching here. You screamed on instinct, reaching over to grab Karina's hair in defence, invoking a loud cry from her.
Jay and Keeho were left stunned at the turn of events. Hell, you were stunned at the attack yourself. Who would've thought you would be sacrificing strands of hair to Miss Dancer? They eventually came to their senses (thank heavens) and tried to pull you and Karina off of each other. It was strenuous work just trying to break you two apart, your hand was unwilling to let go and neither were hers.
She mightâve been a dancer, but youâve experienced more fights than this. Jay managed to rip you off of Karina and you were left dishevelled, heaving heavily, Jay's hands wrapped around your chest from the back.
"Calm down. Breathe. You're so close to ripping all her hair out," he whispered into your ear, his breath fanning your ears. If you weren't so out of breath and adrenaline spiked, you would be weak in the knees by now.Â
"Good. She was the one who laid her hands on me first," you spat, glaring straight at her and she did the same, hair and attire equally as messy as yours.Â
"Look man," Jay called out to Keeho, grabbing his attention away from his murderous girlfriend. "I might fuck around a lot, but I swear I didn't touch your girl. I never stoop that low and you know it. Go ask her for the truth yourself, I'm leaving now,"
Jay got ahold of your hand and pulled you away from the wandering eyes and lingering attention. You almost got a whiplash, unable to even yourself completely together and digest what even went on before he dragged you towards the main area.Â
"Woah, woah, wait," you yanked your arm away, stopping abruptly which made Jay turn around, a questioning look on his face. Why is he looking at me like that? You thought as you crossed your arms.
"Look, you might've saved my ass from Miss Crazy over there, but the part where you dragged me in your stupid drama, so not cool,"Â
"I know, I'm sorry, okay? You were just coincidentally ⊠there,"
"Wow," you exclaimed in disbelief, face scrunched in slight distaste. "Girlfriend, huh ⊠I hate to burst your bubble but there were people there and ifâ" you poked at his chest and he stared at you, a slight smirk on his lips, "âpeople actually believe we're dating, I'll beat you up,"
"What's so wrong about me?" He whistled, leaning down to meet your challenging gaze, a sarcastic grin wide on that devilish face of his. Maybe if he wasn't this annoying, you would've found him pants-dropping hot.
"I hate you," you continued your journey back, brushing past him and he could only let out a laugh at your words.
"Oh, come on," he caught your wrist and pulled you to him, making you land on his chest with a soft thud. If only someone could take a picture of this, it would be something straight out of a 2000s classic romcom.
"You're ridiculous, let go," you tried to get your hand out of his, but he persisted in holding onto you.Â
Pushing and pulling was something you hated. Whether it was in relationships or just whatever this was, you wished it was gone, because in the next second of tug of war, one of you decided to lose balance and fall to ground.
To your biggest nightmare and headache, you ended up lying on top of Mr 99, Jay, the devil in disguise. The beach was already a nightmare for you, but a fucking man under you? You wished you could disappear now.
"Do you always like this position?"Â
"If only I could choke you to death in it, then sure,"
"Kinky. You're really romantic,"
"I know," you gritted out, finally mustering all your energy to push yourself up and away from Jay, almost losing your balance in the process. You definitely wouldn't want to fall on him again.
You dusted sand off of your shorts, peeking slightly at Jay, who remained on the ground, his hands behind his head to support him as his stare remained on you, a small smile on his face. You truly wondered what was running through that head of his. Knowing him, it was probably nothing good.
âDo you think weâll meet again after this?â
You scoffed, a frown etched on your features. âYouâre acting like Iâm cinderella. Iâm on the campus,â
âI mean, we both might be on campus, but that doesnât mean weâll cross path,â
âIt sounds like youâre trying to propose somethingââ Jay opened his mouth to respond, but you continued off, not letting him interrupt, ââwhatever it is, itâs a ânoâ from me, okay?â
âAlright, rude,â Jay pushed his body up from the sands, sitting cross legged paired with an offended look. âIâm not trying to propose anything. Whatâs that dirty mind of yours thinking? I was simply wondering,â
You squinted at him, doubt in your gaze and your face scrunched, humming softly. âLetâs leave our next meeting to fate again. Iâm afraid if I keep seeing you I mightââ
âFall in love?â
âExplode. Close enough,â you grimaced, shaking the sand off your shoes. "Look, I'm leaving now. Good luck on not getting beat up again," you turned to leave, but halting once Jay spoke again.
"Will I be seeing you at my matches?"
You pondered for a second, then shrugged. "Depends. I'm not a big hockey fan, but who knows?"
You heard a small chuckle from Jay, rolling your eyes a little. "Fine by me. Let's see how fate sets us up then, Y/N."
You wished fate didn't set you and him up. You wished fate would never ever do so. You didnât wait for another minute and quickly dashed away, finding your way back to the main area that (thankfully) wasnât far from where you were. It seemed that the fight didnât reach the main area where everyone was from the way they were all dancing and drinking like normal.
âWhere were you?â Minji pulled you close to her once you had managed to locate her amongst the bunch, concern laced in her voice. âAnd what the fuck happened to you? Whyâs your hair messed up? Waitââ the worry in her gaze soon turned into suspicion. âYou didnât have a secret hookup right?â
âWhat? No!â you shrieked, glancing around in slight embarrassment at your voice rising unintentionally. Just thinking about what had happened just now gave you a first degree burn of embarrassment, it was going to be your first and last experience, never again. âI ⊠got into a fight,â
âYou what?â
âListen,â you placed a hand on Minjiâs shoulder, trying to calm her down while inching closer and making sure to keep your voice down. âI stumbled upon a messy couple related drama and somehow I got roped into it. Itâs all Jong Seongâs fault, okay?â
âJay? What did he do?â
âAccused of fucking Keehoâs girl. It would be funny to witness the whole thing without being apart of it, honestly,â
âI need more context,â
âHe called me his girlfriend so that I could vouch for him and I said something bad to Keehoâs girlfriend so we ⊠kinda got into a tussle,â
Minji was stunned to say the least, but there was still a hint of amusement from the way she smiled. âI wonât directly say she deserves it, but she does,â she let out a small laugh and you two shared a look before bursting out laughing, having to hold your chest from the random jokes she threw in between.
âSo, time for us to leave?â
âFucking finally, I was waiting for you to say this,â
âNo girls trips to the beach in the future, huh?â
âNope.â you mumbled, letting Minji wrap an arm around your waist as the both of you start making your way to Minjiâs car. You strangely felt a pair of wandering eyes pinpointed on you and you turned your head slightly to the right, meeting Jayâs playful gaze among his group of hockey guys. It was barely a second before you were dragged away anyway, leaving you minimal chances to process anything.
Park Jong Seong, please donât ever drag me into your schemes ever again. Fuck it, letâs never cross paths again.
IT SEEMS THAT FATE HAS PLAYED ITS ROLE ONCE MORE IN TORTURING YOU.
In what way was ânever getting involved with Park Jong Seongâ so hard to understand, huh, fate? You found yourself having an angry internal monologue on the way back to your dorms, your coffee threatening to spill out of the cup with the aggressiveness in your walk. It all started out like this: you just got your donut for the morning, walking to lecture with your earphones blasting your favourite music, what could possibly go wrong? Everything.
You were just walking as per usual, until a girl tapped you from the back, and like every normal person does, you stopped and turned around, a confused look on your face. Whoâs this? You wondered. Thatâs the last thought you could form before everything started crumbling eventually.
First, she asked whether you were dating Jay. Eye roll. You knew this was bound to happen. So, you said ânoâ, which was a reasonable answer since you were, in fact, not dating him. But the girl thought otherwise. You turned to leave, halfway to shoving back your earphones in when she grabbed hold of your wrist. Woah.Â
âI know youâre dating him, everyone do after he made yâall official during that party,â
âOkayâŠ?â it was no use trying to fight back with her persistence, so you just went along with it, not knowing what you were even getting into.
âYou do know he fucked me before rightâ?â TMI much. âCan you tell him to come over and get his stuff? It feels wrong having a manâs stuff around knowing heâs in a relationship,â
âOh,â was all you could muster out. This whirlwind of information being smacked into your face at 10 in the morning was something you hadnât expected. âYou can tell him that yourself. Iâm ⊠busy. I have to go,â
Like any sane person would, you dashed away, possibly leaving the girl in a confused daze but you couldnât care less, pulling out your phone to angrily type Jayâs Instagram handle and sending him an annoyed text message.
you: a girl just told me she fucked you and she felt it was wrong that you left your stuff while youâre âdatingâ me. can you please sort this out? istg iâve been asked too many times whether iâm dating you today fr
Not even after a minute of sending that, Jay replied back at once.Â
jaypjs: how did you know what my Insta profile is?
You rolled your eyes, your fingers working hard but careful to not accidentally break your screen with the vigour you had whilst typing.
you: is that so important right now? can you at least answer my question?
jaypjs: just ignore it, itâll pass soon, i swear. ttyl i have practice ;)Â
Jerk.Â
As much as Jay had asked you to ignore it, it seemed to have backfired instead. At the library, cafeteria, girlâs restroom, you were bombarded with the same question over and over again. âAre you dating Jay?â You swore if you had a dollar everytime someone had asked you this question, you wouldâve been a billionaire by now.
Evening soon fell upon the campus grounds, students were rushing around to find a place for dinner, but the hockey team were still remained in training, and being you, you just had to impulsively barge into the arena, practically rushing down the stairs to the glass panes, spotting your target at first glance.Â
You would be lying if you said you didnât find him mesmerizingly attractive in that split moment. He reminded you of someone that had just appeared straight out of a scene from âTop Gunâ, except on ice. He had his helmet in his hand, his hair wet with sweat, his eyes trained on his coach as he lectured the team on that and this.
You thought your staring had gone unnoticed, but thatâs when one of his teammates pointed at you, his gaze turning to you now, a hint of curiosity and surprise in his face. If only he knew you were actually there to murder him.
âY/N?â You heard his muffled voice through the glass as he skated towards you right after his coach had dismissed them, inching closer and closer until there was barely any distance, only a singular glass pane separating you two apart.
âJay,â you started, pushing down whatever volcano that was close to bursting inside you right now.Â
âDid my girlfriend miss me so much until she decided to give me a surprise visit?â
âIf I hear that word one more time today, I think I might jump down the nearest building,â you snapped, poking a finger on the glass threateningly. âLook, Iâm here because we need to talkâwhy does this sound like an actual couple conversationâwhatever, just get your ass out here immediately,â
âFine, fine,â Jay threw his hands up in defeat, sensing the seriousness in your voice, you did not come to play. âIâll be out in a second,â
He disappeared out of sight, and to your dismay, that left his teammates a great opportunity to approach you. Just your luck, huh?
âYouâre dating Jay?â the captain, Heeseung, shouted over at you, waving his hockey stick in the air in an attempt to grab your attention.
âItâs complicated,â
âFriends with benefits?â the one with a head of freshly dyed white hair, Sunghoon, chimed in. You recognized the both of them from the party, what are the odds?
âNon-physical type of complicated,â
âThat does sound complicated,â Heeseung hummed, practising passes with Sunghoon. âPlayed with your feelings?â
âI donât know if I can count it as thatâŠyet,â
Heeseung and Sunghoon shared a brief glance at one another. âJay might be a playboy, we all know that, but heâs a softie at heart. Hear him out, he might not look like it, but heâs the best at talking,â
âThatâs why heâs so good at picking up girlsââ Heeseung slapped Sunghoonâs head, giving you a small reassuring smile while the other winced in pain, not appreciating that one bit.
âIâll hear him out, donât worry,â you said rather begrudgingly, sitting down on one of the empty seats now, rubbing your hands for warmth as you awkwardly waited for Jay.
âStop pestering her already, damn,â Jayâs footsteps were heard thumping down the stairs in the empty arena. âGo wash up,â he slid into the seat next to you, now in clean clothes, a towel hung around his neck, his hair wet and messy, his shirt hugging his body and biceps tight. Lord, give me strength.
âHey! Iâm the captain!â Heeseung shouted, but abided, pushing Sunghoon along and out of the rink, leaving you two to yourselves in the ambiance.
âSo, what did you want to ⊠talk about?â Jay stared at you expectantly.
âUs? I suppose, if thereâs even an âusâ in the first place,â you gestured between you and him. âItâs just everyoneâs thinking weâre together and all your past fuck buddies are up my ass for it. Soââ you tried to put on the nicest smile you could muster. ââcould you please, somehow spread it around that weâre not together?â
âBut what if I donât want to?â
âJong Seong!â
âGovernment name and all, itâs serious,â he murmured under his breath, suddenly seeming anxious. âYouâre going to kill me for thisââ
âAs if Iâm not going to already,â
âLet me finish,â he pressed a hand on his forehead, running it further back into his hair and he let out a distress sigh. âI know youâre going to hate this but I need your favour in this. I have this hockey event next Saturday, a charity event, and I need a plus one,â
âYouâre asking me out on a date basically?â
âKinda? But not reallyâthis is so stupidâbut this event will be after a home match, so our opponents and many others from different schools will be a part of this event. The thing isâŠour opponent, one of their players, is dating my ex,â
âAnd?â you raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue on, his cheeks gradually turning red in embarrassment.
âTheyâll be there together, and I was hopingâsince weâre already in this messâto bring you as my plus one, to try and prove to her Iâm way better off without her,â
âYouâre kidding,â you breathed out in disbelief. âGive me one reason why you need to prove to this girl about you being happy and taken,â
âShe cheated on me multiple times while we were datingâŠthe guy was one of them and theyâre still together surprisingly,â
âDamn, Iâm sorry about that,â you swallowed, a little taken aback from the fact that the infamous fuckboy had his heart broken in the past. Maybe that was the starting point of his fuckboy journey. Gosh, everything felt so cliche, you thought you were in a web series by now. âSoâŠyou want me to fake date you?â
âWhy are you saying it as if the idea of dating me is an offence?â
âJay, this isnât some 2000s romcom, for fuckâs sake,â you snapped, your frown deepened and your blood pressure heightened. You swear you might actually explode soon.
âIâm aware,â Jay sighed, a small whine in his voice. He did seem desperate, and you wondered why out of a hundred girls that were practically lining up for this man, you just had to be the one that had to be a part of this mess with him. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worst of all, you were about to agree to something as dumb as this. âHelp me out this once?â
âAnd what will I get from this?â you crossed your arms, hesitatingly giving in slowly and gradually.
âYou like Juyeon donât you?â Jay questioned all of a sudden, his features remained stoic and serious as he watched you experiencing another whiplash, cheeks turning into a shade of light pink at his bombarding question.
âWâwhere did you get that information from?â you demanded, completely thrown off. Look, you did say you liked him a little from his sweet smile to his nice style, and not to mention, his athletic side, but it was to Minji, not Jay. How in hell could he have this information?
âIâm not wrong am I?â
âAm I being blackmailed?â you gasped and Jay rolled his eyes, leaning further back into his seat. He wasnât making this easier by looking good. âI donât like like him in that type of way, I just think heâs kinda cute,â
âSo, youâre interested,â
âYou could put it that way, I guess?â
âHow about I help you make him jealous,âÂ
You choked out a laugh, Jay surely succeeded in always surprisingly you with the way his mind turned. âDude, I literally only know him from that one Chemistry class, and we were partners once. We barely talk now except some greetings,â
âThatâs better than nothing,â he mumbled, his lips pressed in a flat line. âHey, I know him more, okay? He goes to parties and so do I, I can help you get closer to him,â Jay raised his eyebrows, as if trying to convince you that was the smartest plan ever.
âYouâre an idiot,â
âI donât hear a ânoâ,âÂ
âDonât push your luck,â you poked his forehead gently, letting out a deep sigh as you contemplated for a second. Future you was going to kill the present you. âFine. But honestly, I donât care about Juyeon,â
âIâll try my best to repay you either way,â Jay beamed, his whole demeanour changing entirely compared to the nervous and shaking version from earlier. âSo, what ground rules should we set to make it at least quite convincing?â
âNo kissing, unless we are pressured into one,â
âYouâre not completely objecting the idea of kissing me,â
âBelieve me, Iâd rather have virgin lips than kiss you,â
âOuch,â Jay held onto his chest, feigning hurt. âWanna try practising?â
âYou have other girls to practise on anyway, no thank you,â
âBut youâre my only girl now,â he shrugged, staring down at his fingers and avoiding your stare. Was he shy? You would be lying if you said he didnât make your heart flutter slightly with his words, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts down, denying them instantly.
"Shush," you rolled your eyes, the man opposite you snickering instead. "Maybe a soft launch might work,"
"I literally called you my girlfriend in the middle of a fight, I don't think that's any part of a soft launch,"
"You're right, we've already skipped that part," you tapped at your chin, pondering thoughtfully before Jay interjected.
"You have to come to my matches,"
"Every one of them? I don't watch hockey much,"
"Just be there for show, most of the teammates' girlfriends are there and trust me, they don't care much either," he glanced over at the rink for a brief moment, then turned back to meet your eyes. "You'll fall in love with me the moment you watch me play,"
"Alright, hotshot. When's the next match?"
âThis Friday,â he winked, resting an arm on the seat and casually leaning a little closer. âBut before that, wanna come to a party? Itâs pretty much a âpregame partyâ, thatâs what they call it, but Iâm sure itâs a lame excuse to just have a party in general for every week. I can pick you up though, we'll get to have our second hard launch,â
âYouâre lucky Iâm not feeling murderous anymore,â you snapped back, still in disbelief at yourself that you actually agreed to all this. âPick me up at 7,â you mumbled begrudgingly, watching a smile stretched on Jayâs face.
âSay less.â
âYOUâRE DATING WHOââ
Spilling the tea to Minji on a random Wednesday morning was a chaotic decision. You couldn't help yourself from letting loose all of the information that was bottled up internally. She took everything in rather calmly and fairly, that was until Jay's name was mentioned.
It was just a day before the party, and you couldn't lie, you're starting to panic. What if you didn't know anyone there? What if you're under dressed? What if you're overdressed? What ifs stormed your mind, you were a natural overthinker after all.
"Fake dating," you corrected, cringing once the words left your mouth and you realised how ridiculous it sounded.
âI didnât know you liked Wattpad cliches so much,â
"Shut up," you muttered half-heartedly, pursing your lips slightly. "Do you think I'll regret this?"
"Will you end up falling for him?" Minji shot back and you hadn't expected that.Â
"God forbid," you chuckled, though rather nervously. Chances were low at the moment, but it wasn't completely impossible, and that was the problem.Â
âThis wonât be like those movies where they pretend to date and actually end up falling in love,â you laughed, trying to play off the hidden horror you had.
"This will come back and bite your ass," Minji said simply, not noticing your wide eyes and panicked gaze.
"Don't jinx it, hello!"Â
"My bad," Minji shrugged nonchalantly. âHow did he even convince a non party goer like you to attend one?â
âHe wants to âhard launchâ us for a second time,â
âCute?â Minji mused, nudging you softly, wiggling her eyebrows. "Any outfits planned?"Â
"Nope," you regretted saying this because in the next second, you noticed a menacing grin on Minji's face. If there's one thing you know about her, it's that she loves dress ups, and you were about to be her next model.
Minji dragged you back to your dorm, pushing you onto the bed and ripping your closet doors open, rummaging through intensely.
"This won't do," you heard her mumble quietly before pulling out a mini skirt and a simple crop top. "Bingo,"
"You can't be serious,"Â
Turns out, she was. Both of the pieces have yet to be worn in a long time, so you didnât know how it would fit you, leading up to the moment when you tried it on, you instantly felt your head pound. The skirt was God forbiddingly short, the crop top hugging tight against your body. The entirety might've looked plain, but it was a slutty plain.
You were already running late, panic and stress in your system giving you slight adrenaline as you finished up some last touches on your makeup. If Minji wasn't out for a dinner date, you would've been strangling her for the outfit and for the untimely lack of support.Â
âYou took quite a while in there,â Jay said the moment you entered his luxurious sleek black Mercedes. You knew he was loaded, everyone did actually, but it still managed to shock you somehow.
âI was giving myself a pep talk to not try and run away from this party,â you flashed him a sarcastic smile.Â
âHaha,â Jay replied flatly, unamused. âItâll be an easy party, donât worry, you wonât get mauled. Iâll just introduce you around and then you go have some drinks, soon weâll be back before you know it,â
âYouâre not drinking right?â
âYou think Iâd like to be charged with a DUI?â
âHave you ever thought about that when you drive multiple girls home after parties?â
âItâs not nice to slut shame,â
âWhatever you say.â
The car ride to the house was quick and loud. It was calming when you and Jay were vibing to some music along the way up until the two of you started fighting over who was the best rapper in the industry, that eventually led to debating which genre is the greatest. The debate continued on even after entering the threshold, but nervousness washed over you once you were met with unfamiliar faces.Â
âPop is not even considered in this debââ
âJay, hold my hand,â
âWhatââ
âHold my hand,â you repeated firmly, and he listened despite being in a daze, intertwining his hand in yours, instinctively pulling you closer. âWe have to make this convincing, remember?â
âRight,â he squeezed your hand lightly, unknowingly giving you a hint of reassurance. âStick by me, some of the people here are not the best,â
âThanks, I canât wait to get out of here,â
Jay only rolled his eyes at your words, a slight grin tugged at his lips. He held onto your hand tightly, pulling you further into the crowded house, occasionally turning his head back to check on you. âThere, my hockey boys,â he nodded towards a small group by a small makeshift bar, instantly recognizing them from that day at the rink.
âWhat if I told you now that I have social anxiety,â you whispered into his ears, trying to give him your best pleading eyes.Â
âItâll be a little too late now,â he returned a knowing stare, clearly unfazed by your tricks. Smart bastard. âCome on, youâve already met them anyway,â
âY/N!â Heeseung was the one who spotted you first, waving his hand enthusiastically, Sunghoon following suit. You returned a small wave, but you tensed, feeling Jay removing his hand from yours, sneaking onto your waist instead. You were not strong enough for this, you were a woman with desires at the end of the day.
âHey,â Jay greeted them, resting his hand on your hip, your hand unconsciously travelling to his back, his smirk at your touch going unnoticed.
âSo, Y/N, is he still in âcomplicatedâ status?â Sunghoon brought up, eliciting a small laugh from Heeseung, meanwhile Jay was equally confused and unimpressed at his teammatesâ unseriousness.
âDonât worry, he has upgraded,â you prodded him, passing a pleased smile to the other two.
âWill we be seeing you at our games?â
âMaybe,â you said vaguely, feeling Jayâs hand leaving your hips and sneaking lower towards the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling at it. You turned your head, meeting his eyes and at that moment, you felt something you denied over the last week. You were weak, you were definitely not Godâs strongest soldier. It was bare minimum, but you still appreciated the little things.Â
âLetâs go walk around,â Jay suggested, leaning close to you, his face only inches away from yours, his hand squeezing your hip gently. Who knew he was this good at acting?
âDonât be too protective over her, Jay boy!â Sunghoon called out as he dragged you away from his friends, earning a soft laugh from you and grudging mumbles from him.Â
âThey tend to be quite a handful sometimes, sorry about that,â Jay said apologetically, leading you to a room full of people playing beer pong and some other drinking games.Â
âDonât worry about it, they seem fine,â you brushed him off, pressing yourself closer to his side in caution as your eyes scanned the whole room. âThey donât look like they believe the fact that youâre actually âdatingâ someone though,â
âThey once said they would be married by the time I found someone,â he scoffed, pulling you into an unoccupied coach. âWhich isnât true,â he continued, placing a pillow on your exposed thighs. âI just havenât found the one, or just not yet. Maybe I already did and I just didnât know, â
âTake it easy, loverboy,â you softly punched his shoulder, making him grin a little. He was cute, you couldnât lie about that, but your heart continued to. âYouâre still young, you should be worrying about it only if youâre 35 and single,â
âYouâre right,â he nodded solemnly, his attention averted away. "It's Juyeon,"Â
At that moment, Juyeon walked into the room, greeting some of his friends and welcoming hugs from them, the atmosphere in the room became noisier. Your gaze followed his figure, blinking quicker than usual as you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of alarm.
"Don't drool," Jay clicked his tongue, his eyes turning fierce. What's up with this guy now?
"I'm not," you gritted out, your heart dropping slightly at the sight of Juyeon interacting with other girls. You were lying when you said you didn't care, maybe you did.
"I don't get why you like him anyway, he's a jock, a football jock," he said the last part in distaste, making it seem as though footballers were the worst on earth.
"It's called being interested, dumbass. Having someone to admire makes college life fun," you fought back, caving into Jay's touch when he draped his arm over your waist. You shouldn't be liking this skinship. You mustn't.
"He's coming over, he spotted us," Jay mumbled, flashing his smile at Juyeon's approaching figure. "Act natural,"
"Thanks for the advice," you gritted out dryly, shifting around uncomfortably.
"Yo Jay," Juyeon called out to Jay, dabbing your supposed boyfriend up, a friendly smile on his face that blinded your vision and made your heart eyes appear. Fuck.
"Sup," Jay greeted back, breathing out a quiet laugh. âOh, this isââ
âY/N,â Juyeon finished Jayâs sentence at once, his gaze shifted onto you now, causing you to shy under his stare. âPartner from Chemistry?â
âThatâs me,â you beamed at him, clapping your hands together, absentmindedly leaning further into Jayâs hold.Â
âI donât normally see you at these type of parties,â
âNot a big party person,â you scratched the back of your neck, the feeling of awkwardness creeping up on you. You were never the best at meeting new people, though Juyeon wasnât exactly a total stranger, but he wasnât someone you were close to either.Â
âRight,â he paused for a moment, peering back and forth between you and Jay, a slight raise of his eyebrow. âSo what brings the two of you here? Youâre Jayâs date for the night?â
âSheâs Jayâs girlfriend, actually,â the man himself spoke beside you, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to his side, a tight smile on his face. "My girlfriend,"
You could feel heat crawling up the back of your neck, choosing to avert your attention away and see what Juyeonâs reaction was. Turns out he was grinning, he was fucking grinning?Â
âJay with a girlfriend? For real?â
Jay let out a scoff, seemingly offended by everyoneâs surprise. Hell, if you didnât know him and found out he had a girlfriend, youâll be surprised too. âYes, dickhead, surprise,â he grumbled, earning a chuckle from the footballer, who clearly loved irking Jay.
âChill, good for you, man. About time,â he lightly slapped Jayâs shoulder and you sat quietly, not knowing what to say either. You really wanted to leave. âIâll be at tomorrowâs match, see you,â
âYeah, yeah, bye,â Jay bid a half-assed goodbye to Juyeon while you just waved at him instead, a tight lipped smile on your face. Once he was out of the picture, your head whipped to stare at the hockey player next to you, an impatient plea to leave this party written all over your features.
âFine,â he sighed, letting you slip your hand in his. âHow was all that?â he asked coolly, but you noticed a hint of displeasure in his tone, yet you waved it off again.
âI donât know, heâs ⊠okay, I guess,â you shrugged, truly confused about your current feelings. The thought of Jay stormed your mind. Juyeon? Thatâs the last J name of your concerns right now. But will you ever admit out loud that you were thinking about Jay, the man who constantly gives you headaches? Fuck no.
âJust âokayâ?â
You hummed in response, sensing that he was a little bit more at ease after hearing your answer. He was easy to read, too easy.
âDoes that make me better than him?â
âWoah, donât get too ahead of yourself, Park,â
âDonât hurt my ego like that,â
âAm not,â
âCome on, say Iâm better, hotter and funnier than him,â he egged on, inching closer to you, a teasing grin stretched on that stupid face of his.Â
âZipping my mouth shut,â you gestured at your lips, deadpanning at him.
âYouâre too afraid to admit it,â
âWhatever you say, big head,â you bumped his shoulder and he stumbled a little, narrowing his eyes at you, a challenging smirk plastered on his face. Oh no.
In the next minute, Jay swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a sharp yelp, unable to process everything at once, hearing Jayâs playful laugh fill the streets in the quietness of the night.Â
âYouâre so dead,â you seethed, hitting his back with your utmost might, but he only cackled in response.
âWhatever you say, pea brain,â Jay mocked, earning him another hard punch on his back and this time, it actually made him wince. Choosing the safest route for himself, he kept his mouth shut.
Thus, you had no choice but to give into hanging over a hockey boyâs shoulder as the two of you ventured into the night in search of his car, not realising the mess youâll be facing soon.
ITâS OFFICIAL. YOU'VE REACHED THE STAGE OF REGRET.
It was the next day, hockey game day, you turned up at the arena and copped a good seat. You might be wondering, âwhatâs so bad about a hockey game to the point you start regretting everythingâ, well if you could trade places with anybody in the world right now, you would, and that said a lot.Â
Jay had greeted you for barely five minutes before the game, rushing away immediately once he saw the time, giving you an apologetic hug that almost had you convinced this was real. What he hadnât prepared you earlier, was the fact that there was a fucking kiss cam. One look at the jumbotron and you knew you were doomed.
âKISS CAMâ was written clearly on the screen, the music in the arena was drowned out completely and you felt your heart drop. It mightâve seemed overdramatic for you to react like this, but in reality, kissing a stranger was terrifying. Your first kiss was already a nightmare, let alone kissing someone you donât know, what would make it better?
âNothing will happen,â you assured yourself over and over again, unaware that somebody had just slipped in the seat beside you.
âHey,âÂ
You flinched, brought out of your daze and you met Juyeonâs eyes. Good-fucking-bye to the world right now. His smile distracted you, having you muted and malfunctioning. Cool. This was cool. Youâre cool.Â
âHi,â you gave him a small smile that turned out more awkward than you thought.Â
âSupporting Jay today?â he nodded at the rink where the team was currently practising, your eyes wandering over to Jayâs figure.
âHim and the team. School spirit, you know?â
âYeah,â he chuckled. âI heard about the kiss camââ he pointed towards the screen and you wanted to close your eyes instead, but basic courtesy mattered. ââapparently for raising funds,â
Raising funds through a kiss cam? What was this? âThe Kissing Booth: hockey editionâ?
âThatâs ⊠interesting,â you uttered, nervousness laced in your voice.Â
You were saved from the awkward tension just as the game started, secretly wishing you had Minji with you instead of a mouth watering football player next to you. The game was intense, effectively grabbing your attention away from your surroundings, but the flash of the kiss cam starting its quest on finding couples was distracting.
As the game progressed, you grew confident that your mind was just playing games in making you anxious and nothing would happen. Your mind eased as you joined in the cheering when the home team finally scored a goal, watching the team celebrate had you grinning, staring down at a specific number 99.Â
The high soon died down and you chose to glance up at the jumbotron, the kiss cam focused on a cute couple who were weirdly making out instead of just simply kissing. PDA, yucks. It then swiftly moved on to another pair, thankfully. They were probably strangers, but being good sports, they shared a quick peck, earning some âawhâs from the crowd. Another change, your eyebrows furrowed, a frown tugged at your lips, was thatâ
It was. Your nightmare has come. For a moment you wondered if you were hallucinating, but a couple of beats later, you came to the realisation you were not. The kiss cam was focused on you and ⊠Juyeon. When you said you were interested in him, you didnât mean this, nope not at all.Â
Embarrassingly and reluctantly, you avoided the footballerâs gaze and shook your head, feeling tripped out as you stared at your own self on the screen, catching some disappointed groans from a few people. âI have a boyfriend,â you mouthed, trying your best to seem apologetic, but Juyeon didnât look like he wanted to back down.
âYou donât want to kiss me?â he murmured, attempting to seem as lowkey as possible.Â
âI have a boyfriend, sorry,â you pressed your lips into a flat line, not enjoying this for a bit. The kiss cam swerved away to pinpoint another pair, but Juyeon was persistent.
âCome on, donât pretend you donât want to kiss me,â
You glared at him, your features turning sour, in disbelief at what youâve just heard. Was he serious? âExcuse me?â
âForget about Jay, I know how you were looking at me that night,â he whistled lowly under his breath and you scoffed, but you were caught off guard almost immediately when you saw the kiss cam lighting up in the corner of your eyes, and it zoomed into your face again. FML.
âHeâll never know,â he arched an eyebrow, welcoming the idea hugely. Scumbag.Â
âI donât stoop that low you fuckââ
Before you could jump Juyeon and curse him out, a loud crash startled you and everyone around. You jumped in your seat, your head turned towards the direction of the noise. Jay was in front of you, his fist against the glass, helmet in hand. If looks could kill, you wouldâve been dead.Â
Wet strands of hair stuck onto his forehead, his eyes narrowed into a death stare as it trained on Juyeon. âFuck off,â he yelled through the glass barrier, his fist clenched. âBack off,â
The blood in Juyeonâs face was completely drained, obvious embarrassment and shame washed over him, but knowing him and his ego, he played it off, pretending as if that didnât happen. âWhatever,â he got up from his seat and stormed off. Deserved.
You hid the small smile forming on your face, your sights redirecting towards Jay, your heart beating wildly against your chest the moment you met his eyes, softening when he mouth âyou okayâ. You nodded back at him and you could tell he instantly loosened up, returning a half smile before turning away and joining the team.
Moral of the story: donât fall for playboys, which sounded pretty ironic considering the situation you were currently in.
The game had thankfully ended in a win for the home team, and honestly, that whole experience seemed to be years instead of just a few hours. Never again. You were glad to see Jay and everyone else cheerfully exiting the rink, taking that as the cue for you to chase after him.Â
Upon arriving outside the locker room, you found yourself standing awkwardly as you waited for him to appear, greeting his friends half-heartedly when they were on the way out. Your patience was thinning and only until then, he only decided to appear, a little shocked that you were there.
âCongrats on the win,â you joined his side and walked together, letting his shoulder brush against yours softly.
âThanks,â he mumbled, a lollipop in his mouth. You didnât enjoy this questionable tension between the two of you, noticing his rigidness.Â
âHey!â You cut to the chase, snatching the lollipop from his lips, finally getting his attention as he turned to stare at you with wide eyes. âWhat was that for?âÂ
âNothing,â he shrugged it off, and you didn't understand why, you could tell he was blatantly lying.
âYou're acting really weird,â you narrowed your eyes at him in accusation.
âAm I?â
âAsk yourself that,â you huffed, instinctively putting the lollipop into your mouth, not bothering to care anymore. âAnyway, I think mission Juyeon is officially cancelled, he gives me the ick, didn't know he was such a big douchebag,â
âTold you so,â he shrugged, his gaze wavering from your lips to your eyes. Woah. âKeep the lollipop, I have loads,â he gulped, avoiding your eyes.Â
âDrop me off?â You suggested, putting on the most convincing, sweetest smile, which somehow worked since it got Jay to grudgingly mumble a âyesâ.
âI would give you a kiss right now if I could.â You skipped on, leaving Jay to tail behind you, your words ringing in his ears.
Maybe somewhere inside, he did wish you would.
âSEE? I TOLD YOU HE WAS A JERK,â
Minji continuously flailed her hands dramatically as you and she made your way through the campus. It was the week of the hockey event that Jay had mentioned, meaning another restless week of frat party, dress shopping, hockey match and then a fancy event.Â
âYes, yes, I know, you've made your point,â you grumbled annoyingly, having not one but two people saying the same to you.Â
âIt's quite cute that Jay stood up for you though,â she nudged your side, her eyes glinting. You knew what she was indicating.
âFake dating, fake. Not real,â you threw your hands up in defeat, but internally, you were beginning to second guess if you even wanted to call it fake, maybe deep down, you didn't want it to be.
âWhatever helps you sleep at night,â Minji mumbled, but you were able to catch onto it, huffing in denial next to her. âAnyway, when are you going shopping? The eventâs this weekend already,â
âFuck, I forgot,â you brushed your hand through your hair, having another headache to add on to. âDo you have any nice fancy dresses? I'm sure Jay is ready but I'm not,â
Minji flashed a knowing smirk, she definitely had something up her sleeve. âYou know I do. I'll bring them to your dorm and we're going to have a whole makeover,â
âYou're not going to burn my hair this time right?â
âWe'll see.â
A few days had passed and it was your second hockey pregame party, repeatedly cursing that your Thursday night was ruined once more, but seeing Jayâs pleading eyes at your doorstep, you just had to give in again. How did he have that effect on you?
âSheâs going to be at the party,â Jay noted casually on the way to the house.Â
âOh,â you pursed your lips, not knowing what to say next. âWhatâs her name? Youâve never mentioned,â
âSujin,â
âHer?â you gasped, eyes widened in plain shock. Out of all the girls he couldâve had his heart broken by, it had to be the infamous Instagram blogger who was known to play around. Look, you've always been a supporter of every woman's rights and wrongs, but she was way beyond any defending.Â
âYeah âŠâ Jay sighed, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. âWe were high school lovers, but things went sour in college,â
âWell, forget about her, you want to prove her wrong right? Then prove her wrong,â
âYou're oddly over confident today,â
âWhat's wrong with confidence, Park?â
He glanced over at you briefly, a wide grin on his face as he shook his head. âNothing. I just like to see confidence on you,â
You rolled your eyes, but something inside you twisted, finding yourself ignoring whatever feelings that sparked internally. âAre you ready for Saturday?âÂ
âSuitâs ready, but me? So so, I guess,â
âYou sound pessimistic, donât tell me youâre starting to regret all these,â
âHey, now youâre just putting words into my mouth,â Jay grumbled, putting the car into park right outside of the familiar frat house. âI wonât ever regret you or this whole thing, now come on,â
You werenât left a single second to even process the fact that he said he won't regret you. Yes, you, not just this stupid scheme, but you. Upon entering the threshold, you were met with a cup of beer thrusted into your face from a passing Heeseung, your other hand occupied by Jayâs, trying your best to make it past the crowd without stumbling over. Everything was a whirlwind.
âFuck, sheâs here,â his hold on you tightened and you followed his line of sight, your gaze landing on the over dressed Instagram model, her skirt a little too small and her heels a little too high.
âJust act normal, Jay. You said youâre over her, then you should act like that,â you yanked him close to you, walking over to the mini bar, pouring yourself a drink. âThatâs her boyfriend?â you nodded at the taller man towering beside Sujin, his face contrary to the one you had in mind.
âYeah, thatâs Intak,â he said quietly, aware of the lingering ears around the two of you. âSeeing him every time we have a game against his team is revolting, I canât believe I have to see him here too,â
âThen look away,â you pushed his face softly, earning a huff of annoyance from him. âCome on, itâll be over in an hour,â you rubbed the side of his arm in comfort, his lips twisting into an endearing smile.
âYouâre right,â Jay sighed, blinking harshly, his gaze flickering between you and your surroundings. âIâll go find Heeseung and Sunghoon for a moment, is that okay? Will you be alright alone? You can come along too. If you wantââ
âItâs fine, Jay, really,â you laughed, putting your hands up to stop him from blabbering on. âGo find them, call me when itâs time to leave,â
âIâll come find you once Iâm done,â he held onto your shoulder, pressing a hasty kiss on the top of your head before turning away to another room in search of his hockey teammates.
Safe to say you were able to find yourself a company, who turned out to be a girl you knew from your literature class. Why was she there? She didnât know either and you thought the best was to not question further, grateful that you were not alone in this house of strangers. The clock was spinning fast, soon it was already past midnight and Jay was nowhere to be seen. You were praying that you werenât in a remake of âScreamâ.
The feeling of unease crept up on you and you couldnât handle it any longer, standing up from the couch and storming into different rooms of the house, all occupied and filled with people, none of those were Jay. The last option you had was the upstairs, which lied the unimaginable behind those rooms that you were not about to explore, thank you very much!
Wandering the upstairs of a rather large frat house all alone was quite a challenge, especially when you were trying to hunt a 5â10 hockey jock, adding onto the fact that you literally and physically bumped (crashed, actually) into said hockey jockâs enemy in the corridors, shit was turning upside down.
âFuckâsorry,â you coughed out, regretting your last sober choice of bringing your beer cup along.
âShitâitâs fine, no worries,â Jay's enemy/exâs boyfriend, Intak, reassured, dabbing himself off with some napkins that were miraculously lying on a table nearby.
âI feel bad, if you need it cleaned I can help,â you frowned, leaning over to see the damage youâve caused: a yellowish stain on his once perfect white tee.
âNo, itâs completely fine, shit happens,â he laughed, waving his hand, an awkward silence filling the air momentarily. âSo, why are you even up here?â
âOhâIâm finding ⊠someone,â you gave him a tight-lipped smile.Â
His eyes lit up. âMe too, actually. I canât leave the party without them and gosh, Iâm getting a headache already,âÂ
âTwins, I think the beer is getting to me soon,â you clapped your hands, glancing around for any signs of Jay.
âBefore that happens, may I know your name first?â
You raised your eyebrows. âItâs Y/N,â
âNice to meet you, Y/N, Iâm Intak,â you accepted his handshake, trying your best to be friendly and not seem awkward. "I play in a hockey team, the one that's playing against yours for tomorrow,"
"Right," you nodded as though you hadn't already known that prior to this. "I would wish you good luck on normal occasions, but since it's against the home team ⊠I need to keep my school spirit,"
Intak let out a small laugh. "Totally understandable," he met your eyes, a hint of sheer curiosity in them. "Do you have a date for tonightâ"
"Intak?"
"Y/N?"
You, together with the hockey player, turned around to find each other's partners standing down the corridor next to one another, a look of confusion written on their faces. But you, you had anger and an obvious "what the fuck" painted onto your expressions, and it was clear that Jay had noticed it too when he came close.
"Uhâwe're leaving now, bye," Jay murmured, grabbing a hold of your wrist and dragging you away, giving you only a brief second to say goodbye to Intak.
You didn't and couldn't understand what was happening, just hating the way Jay was acting. You kept your mouth shut until you were completely out of the house and walking towards the car when you yanked your hand out of Jay's hold, causing him to look back at you in a daze.
"God, you're such a dickhead!" You seethed, breathing heavily.
"What?"
"'What' was all you could say? Jay, you left me in that party alone for God knows how long and then you disappear on me just for me to find you running back to your ex? Make it make sense,"
"I didn't run back to her, Y/N, for fuck's sake," Jay ran a hand through his hair, his lips pressed into a thin line. "She pulled me away and started claiming weird shit that never happened, I wanted to leave but she kept persisting until I managed to break down the fucking doorknob,"
Silence fell between the two of you, the dark of the night consuming your thoughts and the moon was staring down at you, your mind and soul in a daze. You couldn't understand why you were feeling this way, after all, it was fake, it wasn't real.
"I believe you," you sighed, gulping down the anxiety building up within you. "Forget it, it's fine, sorry for being so worked up, it's not like we're really dating, right?"
You looked at him, noticing his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glinting with something unreadable, his mouth opened then shut, wanting to say something but nothing came out, heaving a small sigh. "You're right, it's not real anyway."
As much as you wished to forget it, you couldn't. The way he wasn't even fighting and being in denial, his words stemming sadness into your heart and reminding you again and again that it was never real to begin with.Â
Fake dating was meant to be fake, wasn't it?
âI CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE BROUGHT ME HERE FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT,â
Friday night hockey was something you loved, but after what happened yesterday, you dreaded coming.Â
You still remembered the tension filled air on the way back to your dorms, the silence in the car and the quiet exchange of "goodnight" haunted you. Crashing into Minji's bed having a breakdown definitely made you two come to a conclusion that you were indeed harbouring something for Jay. Were you going to straightforwardly admit it? Never.
Now, you had zero balls to be at the game alone, choosing to drag Minji along and you knew even if she was vocally complaining, she was actually enjoying the hot hockey players secretly. Â
"Did you talk to Jay after yesterday night?"
"No,"
"Will you?"
"Maybe,"
"I think that's a 'yes',"
You stared pointedly at her and she shrugged, resuming her watch on the hockey players practising. You watched along as well, your eyes instinctively following Jay's figure, but then you noticed Intak on the far end as well. Somehow, you knew that this match wasn't about to end well.
"Is this seat empty?" A voice startled you from your internal monologue, snapping your head just in time to see little miss ex standing over you.
"Ohâyes," you said uneasily, grabbing your phone immediately to text Minji.
you: it's her
jiji: who
you: the girl next to me!!! that's jay's EX.
jiji: YOU'RE KIDDING
you: i wished
You exchanged a wary look with Minji, playing it off as natural as you could as you sensed Sujin sitting next to you, elbowing Minji in panic and she does the same back to you, making it look wild and weird from a third perspective. You stopped the frenzy nudging war with Minji, swallowing thickly and hoping nothing happened, but actually, something did, hooray!
âYouâre Jayâs girlfriend?â you heard her asking and you turned your head slowly, meeting her blinking eyes and curious gaze.
âYes,â you tried your best for it to sound convincing, and it seemed to have worked.
âCool.â she whistled under her breath, returning her gaze back to the arena and you resisted rolling your eyes, biting back a snarl.
The game started in a haze, both teams trying to break one anotherâs defence and score a goal, yet it all failed in the end, turning it into a tie for two periods straight. You and Minji sighed in disappointment, watching the home team giving their best to not collapse there and then. Sujin, on the other hand, looked nervous throughout the game, occasionally standing up and clapping.
The third period approached in a blink of an eye, two teams eager to score and win, the tension was high and you could tell they were sweating heavy loads. It began in a peaceful and lowkey attack, but shoving and punches were seen here and there, earning entertained jeers from the crowd. You sighed, both in exasperation and stress, hoping nothing would land Jay a bad game. But everything proved you the opposite once more.
Your eyes widening in the next moment, noticing two players shoving each other and throwing gloves onto the ice, punches almost thrown but was interjected by the referee and teammates. Lord, it just had to be Jay and Intak, it was basically written in the stars, wasnât it?
Once the game had ended, you couldnât care less about the scoreline, listening to Minjiâs brief rants on how not to fumble your emotions about Jay and stopping her halfway through, pointing to the clock as your time ticked. You were attempting to squeeze your way out when you heard a cough behind you and to your disappointment, it had to be Sujin.
âYouâre aware of who I am, right?â you heard the sneer in her voice, holding in the urge to rip her hair out and instead, remained facing away from her.
âDonât worry, I do. Youâre Jayâs dumpster ex girlfriend,â
âWhatââ
Timing was right and you took the chance to slip away, thanking the world that you were finally miles away from Jayâs dusty ex. All of that didnât matter though, the important aspect was finding Jay now, awkwardly speed walking to locate Jayâs whereabouts.
Upon arriving at the front of the familiar locker rooms, you patiently waited, feeling a sense of deja vu. That wasnât all. Your anxiety was at its highest point. What were you about to say to Jay? Can you even face him? What if you pussied out and ran awayâ
âY/N?â speaking of the devil âŠ
You whipped your head around, Jayâs curious eyes meeting your panicked ones, your whole body frozen to the spot as he approached you, taking a cautious step at a time.Â
âAre you alright? Were you hurt?â you couldnât help it, after seeing the minor fight on ice, your first natural instinct was to ask him this. Jay lowered his head, hiding a smile that was threatening to appear. A small sense of relief washed over you.
âIâm fine ⊠thanks. Just a small conflict,â he muttered, then proceeded by a brief moment of silence, where you swore it felt like forever considering how it was just quiet stares and exchanges of friendly smiles, and you couldnât really handle it much longer, being the one to break first.
âJay, Iâuhmâyesterday, the party thing, Iâm sorry about it, I donât want that to make things awkward between us,â you gesture wildly at the space between you and him, his eyes following your movements. âAnd itâs wrong for me to say those stuff,â
âItâs partially my fault too. Iâm the one to blame to ditch you,â
âIâm the one who accused you of shit and I feel really bad for assuming something I donât know. I just got worked up, Iâm sorry,â
He took hold of your hands, grasping onto them tightly as though he was fearing youâd run away. âY/N, do you trust me?â
Do you trust him?
In a heartbeat, the answer was an obvious âyesâ. You had to admit, you did initially find him annoying and a total fuckboy that you knew would break your heart, but as time passed, you couldnât care anymore. Even if it meant your heart was on the line, at least you knew Jay was genuine about you; at the very least, there was someone who would stand up for you, listen to your rants about music, and put you first.Â
âYes,â
Jay pulled your hand, practically yanking you towards him, landing on his chest with a thud and a heart thumping crazily, butterflies swarmed your stomach and you could feel heaven getting close, aka you dying in Jayâs arms. He pressed his head on the top of yours, feeling his heart beating against your chest, his cologne no stranger to you now.Â
âWhen I said youâre my girl, I meant it, it doesnât matter if itâs fake or not, Iâll always care for you, and I will never ever hurt you, so pleaseââ an underlying mix of desperation, hurt and care were laced in his voice, and you were weak, weak for him. ââtrust me, and even if it means I need to earn it or whatever, I will,â
âJayâŠâ you faltered, resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. âIâm sorry for not trusting you, I shouldâve heard you out, of course I do trust you,â
Jay was silent for a second, whispering a quiet âthank youâ and pressing a swift kiss on your forehead, which didnât get completely unnoticed by you, but you decided to not say anything about it, letting yourself melt into his arms. Internally, you were conflicted, torn between whether your feelings about him were mutual, you were scared, petrified that youâve already broken the first and most important rule of fake dating:
Do not catch feelings.
jayjay: DUMPSTER EX? youâre soo foul for that
you: truth hurts unfortunately :/ you never told me what happened that day
jayjay: it was stupid, he just started attacking me, for OBVIOUS reasons, so i couldnât help defending back :(Â
you: iâm glad you didnât get your ass beat
jayjay: gasp you have zero confidence in me!
Tossing your phone to the side was a hard task considering how Jay was basically spamming your message inbox, ranging from panicking about the event that was happening at night to gossiping about exes, he was certainly experiencing many emotions. You were similarly distraught, having a hard time choosing between a black dress or a red one, placing them in front of you for evaluations that just ended up failing.
âBy the time weâre done I think the party wouldâve ended,â Minji groaned from her side of the room, lounging on her bed as she watched you glancing between the two dresses.
âNot helping,â
âI literally chose the black one and you told me, in your words, âwhat if I looked better in redâ girl, thatâs your problem now,â
âI'm indecisive and you know that,â you mumbled sourly, picking the black dress in the end. You were grateful for the fashion Gods, the dress was an absolute banger and you didnât understand how you even picked it out, you just knew.Â
âSee? I told you,â Minji whistled, manhandling you to do a forceful 180 turn for her, and from the way her face morphed into a smile, you could tell she was pleased. "Jay would drop dead when he sees you," she squealed.
"God I hope not," you joked, squeezing onto your clutch tightly.
jayjay: im outside :)
"He's here," you hissed, becoming frantic all of a sudden, double checking everything at the last minute before slipping your heels on, making sure to give Minji a small kiss on the cheek too and off you went dashing towards Jay's car, noticing his figure faced away, leaning against his car as you got nearer.
"Hi," you panted, masking the fatigue and exhaustion from the amount of panic and stress you went through in those 5 minutes.
You could see Jay glancing up from his phone, then shoving it into his back pocket and turning his head around, his burning eyes locked with yours. A smirk slowly stretched onto his lips, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he sweeped your figure. You were no better, eyes shamelessly boring into him, scanning his attire and you swore your legs were shaking.
Him in a plain black suit shouldnât be affecting you, but it was. The prada tie hung around neck was equally distracting, how was he making something so simple seem breathtaking? You hated him for it, yes, you absolutely do. His hair was styled back and a single loose strand hung over his forehead, practically challenging the Zayn Malik look.
âHey,â his hand instinctively reached for your waist, bringing you closer to him. âYou look amazingâyouâre amazing,â he breathed out, completely transfixed.
âYou look great too,â thatâs a lie, he looked more than just great.
âGetting complimented by you for once? Honoured,â
âYou should be,â you snickered, letting Jay guide you to the passenger side and adoring the way he opened the car door for you. Although it was a small gesture, you appreciate it greatly considering how literally no man had done this for you before. Known fuckboy Park Jong Seong was proving you wrong day by day.
The drive there began quietly and you knew it was going to take a while since itâs quite a distance away, fearing it would be awkward silence once more, but the moment Jay had switched the radio on, the music discourse started, then it progressed into movies.Â
âI canât believe you hate rom coms!â you gasped, staring at him in horror as he fumbled to defend himself.
âLook, I didnât say hate, but itâs just pointless,âÂ
âYouâre telling me youâve never watched the classic rom coms before?â you dramatically leaned away from him, earning a huff.
âNo,â he grumbled.
âThatâs criminal,â you exclaimed, a little evil idea forming in that brain of yours. âIâm making you watch them,â
âYouâre so not,â
âOh, I am,â you beamed, clapping your hands together. âThere are âHow to Lose a Guy in 10 daysâ, âNotting Hillâ, âPretty Womanâ, the list goes on and on and Julia Roberts is literally a rom com legendâoh my God, please tell me youâve watched Mamma Mia before,â
âOf course I did! Iâm not that bad,â
âIâm glad,â you let out a sigh of relief, sinking into your seat and making a mental note to write down a list of rom coms to watch with Jay. A rom com marathon date with Jay, cute. The rest of the ride, you listened to Jayâs hilarious rants about the pizzas he tried and the interesting stories from his trips abroad.
The venue was absolutely spacious and screamed sponsored. It was at some five star hotel, the parking was already a clear indication that it wasnât a hotel to be taken lightly in consideration. Even Jay was surprised, his head twisting and turning to look at the small details of everything, his hand in yours and it genuinely felt like you were dragging a curious child around.
âDidnât know the hockey associations had this in them,â he cooed, entering the ballroom of the hotel, a big hockey banner hung at the stage, round tables littered here and there, a huge space in the middle for the dancefloor and as for the cherry on top, a wide array of food and drinks displayed freely. Maybe you didnât fully regret coming.
Despite all that, you only managed to recognise one or two people from the hockey team, but the rest of them were plain strangers, players from different schools that only Jay could probably recognise. You simply felt uneasy.
âRemind me what this is for again?â
âLiterally nothing, itâs the same as the frat party but classier I suppose,â
âReal charming,â
âCome on,â Jay said quietly, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you towards your designated table, actually glad for once when you saw the hockey team, including Heeseung and Sunghoon. âItâs going to be over soon and hey, you can always talk to the guyâs dates,â
âWill I be seeing their dates the next time?â you arched a quizzical eyebrow at him, knowing their reputation, you wondered if this was a one night exclusive kinda thing, but you werenât there to judge.
âHard to say,â Jay frowned.
âWaitââ you paused, placing an arm on Jayâs shoulder. âWhat about us? This whole deal was for tonight, but what happens after?â
âI donât think itâs the right time to discuss this right now, Y/N,â Jay glanced back and forth between you and his friends at the table, making sure his voice was extra hushed. âLetâs just survive tonight first, and weâll talk about the rest after. Capiche?â
You nodded, but deep down, you could tell that talk was already dreaded by the both of you. Youâd hate to admit it, but after being with Jay for a while, you were not willing to let go. What if he didnât feel the same and youâll just end up being those clingy girls he dated before? It was such a wrong time to think about all these when youâre in the middle of some stupid event, but your mind has its way to put you off, always.
âYou okay?â Jay was close, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of emotions. It definitely helped in snapping you out of your daze, and it took your utmost willpower to not shy away or kiss him at that exact moment, he was so pretty, painfully pretty when he was up close for you to be able to capture his every feature.Â
âYeah,â you breathed out, squeezing his shoulder lightly before looping your arm around his. âIâm a little hungry,â
âMe too,â Jay groaned, his head turning over to where the buffet was, evidently displaying heart eyes. âIâll go get us some, you should join them first, and save me a seat too, please,â
ââPleaseâ? Thatâs a first from you,â
âDo you want your food or not?â
âYouâre so romantic whenever you threaten me,â you shooed Jay away, forcing him to fetch some food while you trudged your way towards the table, Heeseung and Sunghoon nodded at you when you caught their eyes.
"Y/N," the two hockey players regarded you, their dates giving you friendly smiles and you took a seat next to Heeseung's date.
"Heeseung, Sunghoon," you raised your eyebrows. "And the ladies," you have to admit it, at least they had great tastes.
Heeseung and Sunghoon introduced you to their dates, one was Chaewon and the other was Kazuha, both of them being the nicest people you've ever met and you swore you were about to ditch Jay for them instead.
"Hey," Jay finally appeared, his hands were occupied by two plates and thankfully, he was smart enough to fill them up to the brim. He slipped into the empty seat next to you, acknowledging his friends and their dates.
âThis is a first,â Heeseung noted thoughtfully, catching both you and Jay off guard.
âHm?â Jay hummed, passing you the utensils.
âDonât âhmâ me. This is literally my first time seeing you treat a girl like this,â
Jay stared back at his friends as if they were insane, you just stayed amused. âYouâre making me sound like Iâve treated other girls like a dickhead,â
âYou know what I mean,âÂ
You didnât. But it seemed Jay did, silently sighing underneath his breath and shrugging Heeseungâs words off, turning to you instead. âI got you some strawberries, I remembered you mentioned loving them once,â
There was a tug at your heartstrings, it was your absolute weakness: people remembering your favourite things; Jay most definitely had a great way to get into your heart and mind. He was slowly but surely ticking off the boxes on the list youâve created in your head, titled âthings Jay is forbidden to do so that I WONâT end up liking himâ and he was proving you wrong by checking them off one at a time, damn it.
The food wasnât the best but the company surely did help. The whole of the hockey team was cracking jokes around the table, you were laughing until your stomach was hurting, the atmosphere high and wild, you were too busy trying not to choke at the jokes to notice that you were practically leaning onto Jayâs side, shoulders touching and you could feel the warmth emanating from his body.
Whatâs a fancy event without a speech at the end of the night? Other than that boring part, you were relieved to hear there was at least a dance to end the night off on a high with, since the dance floor was there for a reason. The team around the table started dispersing in pairs, until it was only you and Jay left.Â
âWere you waiting for me to ask?â Jay teased, his eyes lingering on you.
âIsnât that how itâs supposed to go usually?â you mused, raising an accusing eyebrow at him and he stifled a laugh.Â
âIâm playing with you. I was waiting for the otherâs to leave first so that I could be alone with youââ he bumped your shoulder gently with his, ââand ask you personally,â he stood up from his seat, the soft glow from the lights shone across his face, alighting his delicate features, he looked like a fantasy, too good to be true, and maybe he was. âWould you like to dance?âÂ
âI would love to,â you accepted his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dancefloor and you suddenly felt nervous, hoping you wouldnât end up tripping or stumbling, or worse, stepping on Jayâs toes. Somehow, he would always sense your distress and this time, it was the same.Â
âDonât be nervous, I wonât start hoisting you up like those Disney shows,â he said with his recognizable playful smile that youâve grown used to.Â
You were facing him now, his hand not leaving yours and only tightening its grip, pulling you in closer and closer until you were only mere inches away from him, noses almost touching. The other hand of his rested on your waist, yours on his shoulder, eyes not leaving one another. The lights were dimmed down, slow music was playing in the background and you swore you saw something sparked in his gaze as you two started moving to the rhythm.Â
âI mightâve said it earlier already but genuinely, youâre absolutely breathtaking,â Jay whispered, his voice low and his gaze piercing.
âHave my love potions finally worked?â you smiled, hoping and praying that Jay wouldnât notice the slight tinge of pink rising to your cheeks.
âI think they did,â Jay nodded slowly, biting his lip for a moment before leaning even more closer, space was basically nonexistent between you two now. âI might want to keep you forever now, keep you by my side and never let you go,â
Could this be his answer? An answer to your countless doubts and thoughts that piled in your mind. This was stupid, he was stupid. Stupidly handsome and charming it had you going insane and you thought hockey jocks wouldnât have this effect on you, guess you were wrong all along.
âReally?â you breathed out, barely audible, but expectant.Â
âI donât think I was ever joking,âÂ
âIââ
âJay!â Sunghoonâs voice boomed through the crowd and you could see the hope drain from Jayâs face, his eyebrows furrowed and features twisted into annoyance. âDude, I heard thereâs some free booze that costs thousands! Can we please go check it outâam I interrupting something here?â
âYou think?â Jay seethed out, taking off his suitâs blazer and placing them over your shoulders. It was something small, maybe even insignificant to others, but to you, it meant a lot, and you were hoping no one noticed your slight shyness after.Â
âItâs fine,â you placed a reassuring hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âYou can whisk him off for the night, but donât make him drunk,â
âGot it,â Sunghoon showed you two thumbs up, throwing his arm around Jay's shoulder.Â
âIâll see you later? Call me if you need anything,âÂ
âIâll be okay, I have Chaewon and Zuha here,â
Jay only silently nodded, begrudgingly following his friend but making sure to turn back and take a last peek of you before fully disappearing away. You were left alone standing in the midst of the dancefloor, feeling a pair of eyes on you and you knew exactly who it was, Sujin.
Maybe this whole plan worked too well, it had you totally forgetting its original objectives and you couldnât tell if it was a good or bad thing. All you knew was that you needed a long and deep talk with Jay and whatever he said earlier definitely had you on the edge all night while he was somewhere getting wasted. Hey, someone had to be the responsible one, and it happened to be you.
âYouâre telling me Heeseung spilled a drink over a girl a few days ago?â
You found yourself giggling and messing around with Chaewon and Kazuha, the three of you sharing odd stories of one another and it evolved into gossiping about your own dates. Chaewon turned to you, a cheeky grin wide on her face.
âYou and Jay are dating right?â she nudged you playfully, Kazuha followed with a smile.
âI guess so?â you threw your hands up, sipping from a drink you didnât really like but still endured.
âYou seem unsureâoh wow, did he never confirm it between you two?â
âNo, not thatââ it was that, it was complicated. âItâs just somethingâs bugging me,â
âWhat is?â the two girls leaned in closer.Â
âJust, the other day at a party, I saw him coming out of a room with his ex and I got madââ
âRightfully so,âÂ
âI heard his explanation and I felt bad for jumping to conclusions,â
âOh, honey, itâs our first instinct, you donât have to beat yourself up for it,â
âYeah, I know, I do trust him, he didnât seem to look like he had just freshly made out with her or anything, but something in me just doesnât feel like Iâve fully made peace with this whole thing,â
âWhich means?â
âI donât know exactly, I think Iâm either super paranoid or simply scared something bad might happen,âÂ
âI mightâve not been with Sunghoon for long enough and I donât even think weâre a thing, but Iâve hung out with him and Jay included, and itâs enough for me to say that Jay is a good guy. He might be a well known fuckboy at first encounter, but the more you got to know him, youâll realise heâs actually the sweetest and nicest guy ever,â
âExcluding his reputation,â Chaewon added thoughtfully.
âExcluding that,â Kazuha repeated. âBut he probably changed, I donât see him at many parties anymore after he got with you. Itâs cheesy to say but I think you mightâve changed that man,â
âMhm,â Chaewon nodded along, placing a hand on your thigh and giving you a comforting pat. âPlease donât let some ex overwhelm your thoughts and sever your relationship, Iâve been there and it sucked, believe me. I see the way he looks at you, I can tell he likes you a lot, I really donât wish anything to happen between you two,â
âPlus, the three of us needs to hang out more, go on dates together, itâll be fun,â
âAgreed,âÂ
You broke into a smile, laughing softly and leaned into Chaewonâs embrace. âI know weâve barely met but would it be too soon to say I love you guys?â
âNever,â the two girls snickered in unison.Â
The night gradually passed without your knowledge, time practically nonexistent when you spoke to your new found besties, only noticing how late it was when you saw people slowly making their way to the exit, hand in hand with their partners, and you thought of Jay. Please donât be high or drunk somewhere, or just both in general.
âGod, look at the time, should we go find them?â Kazuha pointed out, Chaewon stretching her arms out beside her while you readjusted yourself uncomfortably in this dress.Â
âWe really should, theyâre probably drunk or something. Come on,â Kazuha pulled you up and it took your utmost strength to not collapse from the pain, all thanks to your killer heels you were now wincing everytime you walked. Beauty is pain indeed.
It didnât take long for the three of you to spot the hockey guys, distinguishing Sunghoonâs glorious silver hair that shone particularly brighter under the lights from the mirrorball. Although they seemed sober still, you could tell they were beginning to be at their wits end, but forget about them, Jay was nowhere in sight and you couldnât help feeling unease.
âWhereâs Jay?â
âOh, Jay?â
âYes, Jay,â you folded your arm, staring expectantly at them.
âHe got a call or something just ten minutes back, he said he was supposed to be back soon, as in right now, but heâs not here,â Heeseung said, trying to take a swig of his cup before it was swatted away by Chaewon. âHe did go that way,â he pointed at the door that led out to the terrace.
âIâll go get him,â
âDo you need any of us to help?âÂ
âIâll be fine ⊠for now,â you gave them a smile of assurance, but you yourself were far from being assured.
Trudging your way past the dispersing crowd, you were wondering where Jay was, silently cursing him out as you continued your way even if your shoes were killing you. Never again. The terrace was a nice place to getaway, the open space looked out to a night sky that was illuminated by skyscrapers and stars, plus the cool night breeze made it even better.Â
The area was wide, tables and chairs littered here and there, but there was no five feet ten hockey player anywhere. You decided to walk around a little bit more, pulling your phone out and dialling Jayâs number, praying he was somewhere near. There was no way this would be a second reenactment of the party at the beach except this time itâs actually a real scary movie, right?
Wrong.Â
The moment you rang Jay, you managed a sigh of relief once you heard a ringtone sounding from a distance away, so as anyone would, you followed it, turning around a corner and you saw Jayâs back, elation filled your heart, but before you could even shout his name, your perfect bubble burst.
Jay wasnât alone, no, he was with someone, a girl. You squint your eyes and you swore your knees turned into jelly in that second. Sujin, the dumpster ex, pulled him into a kiss. A mix of countless emotions swelled in you, whether it was anger, shock or sadness, all you knew was that you needed to get out right now. You couldnât believe it, Jay, the guy you actually considered was doing this. Maybe trusting him was the worst idea you could ever conjure up your entire life.
âFuck me,â you cursed out, maybe a little too loudly because it definitely did make Jay stumble back from his ex, turning around to meet your eyes and you could tell he was not expected you here, hell you werenât even expecting yourself to be in this foolish position.
âWhatâY/N?â Jay somewhat looked too disoriented, unaware of what was happening as though he had just woken up 10 years later. But you couldnât care less, you were hurt and you werenât about to pretend nothing had happened and start acting jolly good. No, you werenât going to stand there to let the scene before you swallow you whole, no way, you were going to leave this situation, this stupid event and this entire agreement.Â
You stormed away, not daring to look back, mustering every bit of courage you had to swallow down a sob and remain prideful, even if it meant you had to fake it till you made it. Hurt wasnât a stranger to you. Youâve experienced hurt in many forms. Physically, when you fell down on the rough rocky road; emotionally in terms of family, friends, love. But this was a hurt that resembled a deep cut, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart haunted your soul.
âY/N, wait,â
Fuck, not here, not now, not when you were inside and standing in the middle of the room. Even though there was barely any one here by now, the guys from Jayâs hockey team remained, including Heeseung and Sunghoon, you were not ready to confront or be confronted.
âNo, Jay, no âwaitâ,â you put your hand out, distancing yourself away from him, but you could still smell the alcohol in his breath. You wished and hoped he was sober enough for this, because in the next hour you were going to be the one drinking to death instead.Â
âI can explainââ
âCan you?â
âWhat?â
âCan you explain this time? Is it just a drunken mistake? Is that what you were going to say?â
âFor fuckâs sake, Y/N, we arenât even dating,âÂ
Heads turned, you could sense peopleâs attention on the two of you now, but you were far from caring about that, not when Jayâs words felt exactly like a dig at your already fragile heart. God, you were so so stupid and naive. Â
âSay it again,â the words came out in a whisper, your lips trembling. âSay it again, say how we were never real, how all of this was just a fucking scheme to get back at your ex, and haâ!â you threw your hands up, swallowing down a lump in your throat, âit worked, didnât it? I ended up falling for your tricks and I ended up falling for you too, funny isnât it?
Jayâs face twisted upon digesting your words, but you went on.
âI shouldâve known that you were using me all along just to get back with herâŠâ you faltered, your voice eventually failing you.
âY/N, come onâŠâ he said weakly, but you just shook your head.
 âGo back to her,â
âDonât you get it? Fuck, Iâd choose you over her, any day, any time. Iâd choose you over everyone God damn it. Canât you see that?âÂ
Your mouth fell open for a second, but nothing could come out as a response.
To say that you were bewildered was an understatement indeed, you were absolutely stunned speechless. The man before you, despite looking in a daze from God knows how much alcohol he had consumed, showed that his eyes said otherwise, staring back at you with desperation, longing, pining and sadness. Your heart could only take so much.
âGoodnight, Jay.â
What pained you more was the fact that he didnât even try after that. No, he didnât call for you nor did he stop you from leaving like those scenes from your favourite rom coms, he just decided to let you go.Â
At one point, you really wished someone would come out and yell âthis is a prankâ at you, but obviously, no one did. This whole thing was basically a reenactment of Cinderella, except it was a modern day and much more angsty version of every kidâs favourite movie.Â
Of course, you happened to be Cinderella and he was Prince Charming, the clock struck midnight, you were leaving him in a haste and he was left stranded alone in the middle of a dance, how ironic.Â
Oh, how you wished you were able to hide away from your own Prince Charming like the old mediaeval days.
âARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE CRYING OVER âHOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYSâ?â
âLeave me alone,â
âIt isnât a good coping method,â
Somehow, it was already almost a week since that night. You remembered calling a cab in the dead of the night (dumb idea) and phoning Minji the whole way sobbing till the point where the driver had to pull over. You were pathetic and even a stranger could tell so, but you know what, he was nice about it and thatâs the positives youâd take from that.
âAnd itâs ironic how I actually did somewhat lose a guy too,â you tried laughing, but it only sounded like a choke, Minji shaking her head sympathetically at you.Â
Speaking about Minji, she definitely wasnât pleased to hear what had happened. Knowing her, you knew she was about to say âI told you soâ but seeing you in your pathetic state, she kept her mouth zipped and quiet, letting you into her bed and having a sob session. It was a crazy night.
âWhen will you hear him outâdid you even hear him out in the first place?â Minji eyed you accusingly and you began cowering under her intense gaze.
âNoâŠâ
âY/N,â Minji sighed, shifting closer to you. âI know the whole picture is super messy and totally off putting, but what if it was an accident?â
âHim kissing his ex is a pretty clear picture to me, how would it be an accident?â you wrapped your blanket tighter around you, mumbling disheartedly.
âWhat if he fell on her or something?â
âNow you sound absolutely ridiculous,â you scoffed.
âWhat I really mean is, you should go and talk it out with him, if not, this thing will just drag on and youâll hurt more,â
âI donât think Iâm ready, the woundâs still fresh,â
âI get it,â Minji placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling on your side. âIt takes time, and I donât think heâs ready either.â
Jay wasnât ready, in fact he thinks heâs never going to face you again.
The moment he watched you slip away from him that night, he knew it was best to just let you go. Or so he thought. Best believe he got an earful from both Heeseung and Sunghoon, not to mention their dates. He could still remember the bursts of disbelief from them, the amount of âit was fake?â and âwhat did you do?â rung through his head till now, where he stared blankly back at the rink, sitting silently on one of the seats in the stands.
âItâs barely 24 hours and itâs also a Sunday, what are you doing here?â the teamâs captain boomed through the empty arena, approaching Jay and eventually taking a seat next to him.
âTaking my mind off ⊠things, what are you doing here?â Jay regarded Heeseung for a moment.
âI figured youâre here,âÂ
Jay nodded at Heeseungâs words, silence eventually filled the space between them. It was one of those moments where they knew something was wrong, but no one wanted to speak up about it.
âAre you not going to tell us what happened? Or did you simply decide to kiss your ex?â Heeseung broke the ice, coming off slightly harsh, detesting the silence from Jay. He knew this wasnât the best friend he trusted his life with, the Jay he knew wasnât a cheater, even if the relationship wasnât real.
âWould you even believe me?â
âI would, Iâve known you for years, thereâs no way youâre doubting my trust for you,â Heeseung rested his hand on Jayâs shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
Jay ran his hand across his face, blinking momentarily before sighing deeply. âI wasnât the one who kissed her. I donât know what happened to lead up to that, but I swear she suddenly turned me around and pressed herself onto me. I was just chilling outside for fresh air,â
âYouâre kidding,â
âIf I was I wouldnât be here at all,â
âHave you confronted Sujin?âÂ
âKind of? If you count screaming at her and telling Intak about it as a confrontation, then yes,â Jay was fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes trained on the rink. âI think Intak broke it off with her after,â
âDeserved,â Heeseung mused, a small smile on his face, karma truly worked wonders. âNow thatâs settled, what about Y/N? I still canât believe you roped her into a fake dating scheme just for that event,â
âAlright, alright, Iâve done some dumb shit and this was one of them, I know,â Jay admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. âAnd I know Iâve hurt her ⊠a lot, thatâs why I donât know how I can ever face her again,â
âI donât understand why you didnât chase after her that night,â
âI admit I did pussy out a littleââ
ââA littleâ?â
âShut up,â Jay narrowed his eyes at his captain, who stared back, equally unamused. âI thought letting her go was the best choice, I was scared of hurting her more,â
Heeseungâs gaze softened, remaining quiet as he listened to his best friend opening up. Heeseung had these types of deep talk with Jay many times before, but this time, it was different. Being the one who stuck alongside Jay since his first breakup to now, he was the clearest when it came to Jay and his feelings. Over the years of witnessing Jay and his casual one nights, Heeseung expected it to last until the very day Jay retires from hockey, but your sole existence proved him wrong, and it definitely proved Jay wrong as well.
âJay, do you like her?â Heeseung said after a while, catching the latter off guard.
âIâIââ Jay stammered, his body rigid and thoughts were circling in his mind. He didnât just like you, he knows heâs fallen for you, you were the first girl to ever caught his eyes way before he even got to talk to you.Â
He remembered it clearly, you were the one who called hockey stupid in front of his face, oblivious to the fact that he played the sport. He was injured at that time, sitting in the stands and watching his team play when he heard your voice complaining, your then boyfriend next to you. Offended Jay was once he heard the insult, though he was fascinated by you, but it was just his fuckboy side talking and he ended up staying silent instead.
Next thing he knew, he was all recovered and you were in the crowd, your face blank, the seat next to you was empty. Jay assumed it was a break up, something in him was giddy and he went on to score a hat trick that night. After all that, people might assume he wouldâve gotten your number already, right? Nope. He never had the guts to and you stopped coming to games, only appearing once in a few months, until that fateful night at the beach.
âI do like her, fuck,â Jay threw his head back, leaning into the seat and his hands on his face, swallowing deeply as if he was in trouble, maybe because he was. How was he going to tell you he liked you and confront you about that night? There were two big stones thrown at his head. "I like her so much till the point where I think the amount of denial I had is turning into delusions instead,"
"So, you've reached insanity, got it,"Â
"God, I haven't been romantically in love with many girls before, but I'm pretty sure this is what being in love feels like, right ⊠?"Â
Heeseung stared at Jay's pathetic expression, sighing deeply, clapping his back. "It's different for everyone but I can guarantee that you're on the right track, buddy,"
"Okay," Jay said breathlessly and nodded blankly, seeming as though he had just freshly figured out his feelings, putting the missing pieces into his puzzle. "Got it, but how do I apologise to her now?"
"What do you mean? Just go up to her and talk, say sorry and explain,"Â
"I feel like that's not enough,"
A sudden spark alighted in Heeseung's eyes, a shiver equally went down Jay's spine when he witnessed that before him. Lee Heeseung and his ideas were a mix of trouble and sometimes success, mainly trouble. âYou know, Sunghoon pitched this idea to me yesterday, he said something about this is how you get the girl,â
The mention of Sunghoon's name and his idea didn't help at all.
âWrite her an apology on our jumbotron,â
âYou're insane,â
âAnd we happen to have access to it,â
â... tell me more.â
YOU WERE REGRETTING YOUR CHOICE OF AGREEING TO HEESEUNG AND SUNGHOONâS INVITE.
Hockey games were never up your alley, they knew that, but somehow they still managed to pull you into attending their game, even after what had happened. They did offer to bring you out for a luxurious buffet and you guessed it was their way of an apology, not passing up on it either.
âThis better be worth it,â you grumbled under your breath, settling into your seat, glancing down at the rink, making it a strenuous effort to not stare at him. Ladies, do not chase, attract. You were not about to go running after Jay, nope, never.
No matter how hard you tried suppressing the thought of Jay, it lingered nevertheless. You wondered when he would talk to you again, or if he ever would, and being the most stubborn person you were, you werenât going to confront him despite the need of an explanation clawing at your deepest desires.Â
The first and second period rolled by mindlessly and you were starting to be at your wits end, reminding you why you barely ever attend hockey games after your ex, but at least the home team was leading. The third period was slightly more thrilling thanks to the small fight between two players, enraging you and the crowd, but once the puck landed on Jayâs end of the stick, everyone was on their feet, watching him zoom past the defensemen.
Without saying, Jay scored the gameâs winning goal, the crowd going wild. You couldnât help smiling, the whole team engulfed him wholly, making you let out a small giggle, and you had to admit, times like this where teams win crucial games do make you happy. Meanwhile, what you hadnât noticed was the fact that Jay was glancing up at the crowd, his eyes searching for your figure.Â
On the other hand, what you did notice was the jumbotron. A video of Jay doing his celebration flashed big on the screen, a giant âGOALâ next to his head, but there was another line of words under that caught your attention at once, knowing it was directed at you. âIâm sorry and I miss you. Iâll wait for you, even if itâs a lifetime. Please come back to me.ïżœïżœ Totally not heartbreaking and gut wrenching for you!Â
Screw being a cold hearted girl boss, all you wanted was to run back to him.Â
Slinging your bag onto your shoulder, your mind was in a mess as you made your way out, squeezing past people and mumbling apologies in return. You mentally made a list of things you were going to do. First, run back to the dorms. Second, cry. Third, figure shit out. Just to make matters messier, your journey out wasnât the smoothest, especially when you had to bump into Jayâs dumpster ex. What great timing this was.
âY/N?â Sujin was shocked to see you, but you were clearly unimpressed.
âYou still have the guts to turn up in front of me? In here? In a school you donât go to?â
âIâI just wanted to talk to you,âÂ
âMe? Whatâs there to say?â you crossed your arms, staring expectantly at her.Â
âLook, Jay didnât kiss me, I kissed Jay, you get it?âÂ
You blinked. Were you supposed to get it? As much as you wished you didnât, you did, and your mind turned into a worse state of mush. God rest your soul, you were about to pull someoneâs hair out.
âWhat?â you exclaimed incredulously, furiousness crawling into your system. âSo, youâre telling me you basically threw yourself onto him?â
âI suppose?â
âWow, you really are a freaky ex, not freaky in a good way either,â you gestured at Sujin, a sick feeling in your stomach. It was never Jayâs fault, but his dumpster ex, and maybe all along he was trying to explain his side, yet you didnât listen. Now, you felt like an idiot and an asshole. âYou can stay in the dumpster and never return. Youâre sick and twisted and I hope youâll never turn up and harass Jay ever again, you got it? Or else Iâll curse you into being single forever,â
âIââ
You didnât let her finish, you couldnât bother to do so, instead you turned away, speed walking towards the locker rooms that unknowingly became yours and Jayâs meeting spot. Heart beating quick, your feet stumbling from walking too fast, your breath heaving, you were getting anxious. By the time you were standing in front of the locker room, sweat was trickling down the side of your face, whether it was from pure anxiety or just walking, you didnât know. All you knew was that you needed to talk to Jay.
âY/N, what brings you here?â Heeseung had his hands in his pockets, headphones around his neck, looking fresh off the shower as he greeted you. âI know Sunghoon and I invited you for dinner but I donât think itâs tonightââ
âWhereâs Jay?â
âJay?â Heeseung repeated, he didnât seem like he was believing what he had heard. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head.Â
âAre there other âJay's' that you know?â
âUhâno,â Heeseung stammered, shaking his head as if heâs trying to shake his dizziness away. âJay left already, Y/N,â
âOh,â it was obvious how deflated you became, the drop in your voice and disappointment written all over your face. Heeseung gave you an apologetic smile, but you could only manage a small wave of goodbye and a quiet bid of goodnight before turning back to the original path to the exit.Â
To say you felt frustrated, embarrassed, sad was an understatement, those words would never amount to the real emotions you were feeling. You were a mess, your love life was in a big distress and practically crumbling apart. The walk home couldnât be more depressing than usual, canât it?
Taylor Swift playlists to sob to, a tub of strawberry ice cream, a random rom com were all going to be your biggest hug of the night.
âGODS, THIS IS MISERABLE,â
A tub of half eaten ice cream sat sadly on your bedside table, a 90s romcom remained playing in the background. You couldnât help frowning at the sight of the two leads falling in love, everything felt pathetic at this point.
You truly did stick to your words. Arriving back to an empty dorm room, courtesy to Minji for staying over at her boyfriendâs place, you practically had the whole dorm to yourself, meaning a space of free self loathing, you ran to your bed and plummeted into it. It took everything in you to not let out a blood curdling scream, instead you just took your laptop out and put on your favourite movie.
It was still early, midnight was barely approaching, so you were glad to be able to stay awake longer. It began raining heavily outside, a perfect sign for you to be in your sheets, reading your unfinished book that youâve left hanging since months back. The whole scene of you being in bed on a rainy Friday night truly reflected a part from a romcom, how ironic it was.
In the midst of â16 Candlesâ playing loudly on your laptop, the doorbell rang out of the blue. You froze, pausing the movie, slight paranoia creeping onto you. Right, being alone in an empty dorm room with a thunderstorm happening outside definitely wasnât a common plot from horror. At first, you planned to ignore it, but a second ring prompted you to muster your courage to open the door.
âIâm going to be fineâ chants were circling your mind as you approached the front door, one hand on the door knob, eyes glancing back and forth at the kitchen knife, you werenât going down without a fight. A turn of the door knob and a pull of hand, the door swung open to a man. Wait. Not just any manâ
âJay?â
His name naturally rolled off your tongue, but your eyes couldnât believe heâs actually standing right in front of you.Â
Jay stared back, equally startled, as though he hadnât expected you to open the door for him. He was standing there like a ghost, fully drenched from head to toe, shaking from the rain. His face was impassive, but his gaze showed otherwise, a hint of sadness and desperation painted in his brown irises.
âAre you insane?â
Jay glanced down at his attire that was basically soaked to the core, a small sigh escaping his lips. âWe need to talk, Y/N,â
You nodded wordlessly, your eyes unknowingly avoiding his piercing gaze as you slowly backed away to the kitchen, grabbing a dry towel. âHere,â you handed Jay the towel, your hand shaking a little.Â
âThanks. Can Iââ he took a peek over your shoulder, ââcome in?â
âIâyeah,â you were slightly alarmed, moving to the side for him to enter before shutting the door, making sure to draw in a big breath to calm your nerves.
 âY/N, please let me explainââ
âJay, Iâm really sorryââ
The two of you halted, realising that youâve spoken in unison, the silence dawning on the both of you. Jay broke into an awkward smile and you felt yourself grinning just a little. Jay gestured at you to continue, so you did, letting out the things youâve bottle in for days.
âIâm sorry, I didnât know what happened and I just jumped to conclusions, which was wrong for me to do butââ you swallowed, blinking hard, ââbut it was heart wrenching for me to see you kissing someone else, especially when itâs your ex, and itâs stupid, itâs so stupid that Iâm feeling this way when weâre not even a thing!â
âItâs not stupid, Y/N,â
âIt is,â
âItâs not,â Jay repeated, taking a step closer, a look of pining in his eyes as he searched for yours. You didnât realise how much youâve truly missed him until you saw him close. âI never intended to kiss Sujin, you know? I went out because she called me saying she needed help, and she took the chance when I was confused to kiss me. I know Iâve asked for you to trust me before, but if you donât, Iâll get it,â
âI do,â you said at once, eliciting a small look of surprise from him. âI spoke to her,â
âWhat?â
âShe admitted it to me, and I wanted to find you after the game but you were already gone, then I realised how much of an Idiot I was,âÂ
âAh,â Jay said softly under his breath, combing his fingers through his hair, seemingly trying to digest everything in. The beat of silence was suffocating you gradually, uneasiness hung in the cold air of your dorm. It took you everything to pour the words youâve been holding in your heart out.
âI trust you, I do, but what are we, Jay? What are we doing?â you breathed out, chewing anxiously on your bottom lip. âIf you want to end it here, then say itââ
âWe can be anything you want,â
âI want you, Jay,â you blurted out, it was too late to turn back and run now. âI donât want you to need me, I want you to want me, just as much as I want you,â
Jay stepped closer, testing the waters between you and him before sensing the green light from you to continue further. Space was practically nonexistent, you were inches from him, letting his hand wander from your face to the back of your neck, naturally leaning into his warm touch that reminded you of the feeling of fire on a cold night. The hand resting on the back of your neck pulled you in closer, one wrong move and you would be kissing him.Â
âI do want you,â Jay said quietly, the minty scent laced in his breath entering your senses. âI like you, Y/N. Thereâs no doubt about that, I know it. Iâm aware that this whole thing started out fake and I expected nothing from it, but when I realised I felt something more for you, I was scared you would leave, especially since I had a history ofââ
âBeing a fuckboy?â
Jay rolled his eyes, grinning at the unamused look on your face. âThat. So I thought letting you go after that night was a good decision, that my feelings would eventually disappear and you wouldnât be hurt anymore, but God, I ended up hurting you instead and you have no idea how I had lost my mind,â
âJayâŠâ you were quite literally speechless, his words didnât just had to tongue tied and had rendered you wordless completely, it made your insides twist and turn in the most childish way, it made you feel like you were a teenage girl who had just talked to her crush for the first time, you were giddy.Â
âI choose you, my love. Any day, any time, anywhere. Itâs always going to be you, only you,â
You were resisting the urge to break into the cheesiest smile ever, Park Jong Seong was about to be the death of you. âI like you too, big head. If you donât kiss me now, I might change my mind,â
âYouâre going to be the death of me,âÂ
Jay finally closed the space between you and him, pressing his lips on yours feverishly, your honey flavoured melting onto his lips and his cologne swarmed your senses, this was heaven. His hand travelled back to rest on your cheek, while yours was having a field trip travelling up his chest and into his hair, giving a slight tug which resulted in a groan from him. You tilted your head, feeling Jay part his lips and deepening the kiss, his other hand on your waist to pull you much more closer, your body now pressed up against his.
âY/N,â he mumbled against your lips as you gently pushed him towards your couch.Â
You hummed in response, feeling his body fall onto the couch with a thud and you followed suit, falling onto his lap, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You opened your eyes, pulling away to meet his heavy gaze that was staring back with equal desire.
âBe my girlfriend?â his voice came out in a whisper, but your ears perked up at those three words, a teasing grin pulled at your lips and your hand instinctively reached for his cheek to squeeze, earning a look of annoyance and endearment from him.
âOnly if you take me out to dinner first, big head,â
âYouâre such a tease,â he chuckled, pressing a haste kiss on the side of your lips and you giggled, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead.
âIâd be crazy to say ânoâ after all this, you idiot,â you flicked at his forehead, eliciting a sharp hiss and a piercing glare from him, reminding you of a black cat. âSo, yes, Iâd like to be your girlfriend,â
You watched the man before you smiling wider than the time he won the championship with his team last season, his eyes shining bright and face beaming. Gosh, he was such a dream. One hand cupped your cheek, pinching it softly, âDonât worry, Iâll treat you like my wife instead,â
You rolled your eyes at his words, deadpanning at him. âYouâre too cheesy, Park Jong Seong,â
âAnd you love me for that.â he said in a sing-song tone before bringing you in for another kiss, this time softer and gentler, as if Jay was scared he would shatter you if he had kissed you too hard.Â
If you had the choice to stay just like this for the next few hours, you would gladly take it. You were relieved everything was well now, even if it meant Jay's wet pants were staining your couch, but you're sure Minji would understand.
Just as Taylor Swift would say, you believe you were entering your 'Lover' era, and you couldn't wait to be with your hotheaded hockey boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend, with no space.
âSO ⊠YOUâRE TELLING ME YOUâVE ALWAYS BEEN INTO ME ALL ALONG?â
It has been a few months since you and Jay made it official together. To top off the unforgettable experience, Minji came home the next day to see you and him cuddling in bed, not missing the chance to get a picture and proceeding to give Jay a humble Ted Talk during breakfast, but it was all good after.Â
Jay did stick to your request and bring you out for dinner, but Heeseung and Sunghoon unintentionally beat him to it first by dragging you to the buffet they promised before Jayâs fancy dinner night, and he was forced to follow begrudgingly. Breaking the news to Heeseung and Sunghoon was definitely an interesting occurrence, including the usual bro talk and the crazy ship names, but in the end, they were glad you were finally together with Jay and was miles prouder of Jay for finally working up the courage to confess.Â
Now, here you were, on a Saturday night at Jayâs apartment enjoying a glass of wine, a random rom com in the background as promised of a marathon, and listening to your tipsy boyfriend spill about his first impression of you, which led to him unveiling the part where he laid eyes on you during the hockey game.Â
âNot always, donât get ahead of yourself,â Jay cut you off, raising an eyebrow at you. "I still can't believe you called hockey stupid,"
"It was a moment of hatred, okay?" You tapped his chin, swirling the wine glass in your hand. "Now, I'm a big hockey fan,"
"You're stupid,"Â
You feigned a dramatic gasp, punching his shoulder softly. "You're stupid ⊠stupid,"
"Yes, yes, I am," Jay eventually gave in, closing in and pressing his lips onto yours, tasting the familiar taste of the red wine on your tongue. "I'm so grateful to have you with me, lovely. What would I be doing without you?"
"Fucking other girls?"
"You've ruined the mood,"
You laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm kidding. You would be in a ditch without me,"
"You're not wrong," Jay's thumb was grazing against your lip, his eyes half-lidded, the alcohol in his system overpowering. "God, I love you,"
"I love you more, big head," you said, feeling a swarm of butterflies fluttering wildly in your abdomen. Jay was perfect, too perfect that it intimidated you, but what you didn't know was that he felt the same way about you too. "Are you turning red, Jong Seong?"
"What? Pft, it's the wine," he waved your words off, turning away to hide the obvious that he was becoming a shade of pink and maroon. You snorted at his ridiculousness, pushing his face to face back at you.
"Kiss me again?"
"You make me such a happy man, you know that?" Jay grinned, saying nothing more and pulled you in, abandoning his wine glass.
Jay couldnât help but smile against your lips, being the happiest man in the entire universe at this moment, because he knew he finally got the girl, his girl, and there was no way he would ever lose you again. Never.
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synopsisăyour roommate, close friend and plug invites you over for a yearly halloween tradition, and also to help you forget about your cheating ex boyfriend.
a/n âžâž not proofread lol. let me know if there are any mistakes! the ending is a little rushed because i wanted to make sure this was out before halloween... i'm sorry if it's bad ! ! [ 4. 0k words ] âžâž [ m. list ]
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
you stare at the text messages, rereading them a few times just to make sure you understood him rightâ you hadnât spoken much to changbin at all in the last few weeks or so, especially not about your plans for that night, and part of you had been convinced that he had to have forgotten. but you should have known better than to think that about him, your roommateâs texts left unanswered as you try to hide your phone from your nosy manager. changbin would never forget something like tonight, a tradition the two of you have had since you first had moved in together, reminders everywhere from the candy on sale down to the cheap paper decorations hung up around the grocery store you worked atâ it was halloween tonight, your favorite holiday, and since your freshman year of college you and changbin had set a tradition of smoking your weights in weed and watching shitty old horror movies. it was something you looked forward to every year, but this time around you couldnât conjure up much excitement at all.
you havenât had much excitement for anything, really, not since the fraternity changbin was pledged to hosted their yearly halloween party earlier that month. it was supposed to be a night of drinking and fun, a celebration of both the season and changbinâs best friend and frat leader chanâs birthday, but your nightâ and, possibly, the rest of your yearâ had been ruined in seconds of opening that bathroom door. because there against the sink you had found your boyfriend of four years balls deep inside your best friend.
in retrospect, you were glad you hadnât needed to pee, because you might have pissed all over the floor in shock.
ever since, youâve been moving through your life as though you were on autopilot, a mindless zombie as you trudged from your classes to work, from work straight to your bed. you didnât want to give yourself time to dwell on what you were feeling, instead throwing yourself into your busy schedule to keep you distracted; you had just lost both a friend you had trusted more than anyone and the love of your life in one painful blow, and in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from falling apart entirely, you shut yourself off completely. your trust had crumbled to the point you didnât want to confide in anyone at all, even to changbin, who youâve always run to for comfort when you needed it the most.
the two of you had been as thick as thieves since you had first met, his silly and outgoing personality quickly worming its way into your heartâ before you could even process it he had become more than just your roommate and your plug for good weed, but one of your closest friends. youâve told him all your secrets, your dreams and worst fears, poured your heart out to him in a way that you never had with anyone before. heâs your shoulder to cry on that night at the party, cradling you against his broad chest as you soak his tee shirt in tears. he holds you that entire night, only leaving you to get something you wanted. never before had you felt so cared for in your life; not by a man, not by your ex. the intimacy overwhelmed you, and since that morning after you hadnât said much to each other besides hello. he seems to understand that you need space and left you alone for the most part, but you can see in the way he shoots you lingering sidelong glances that heâs been growing more and more worried about you by the day. while you feel terrible about shutting him out like this, you donât know any other way to cope. you had locked away your feelings for changbin nearly half a decade ago, and in the span of one night it all came flooding back. it confused your mind and your broken heart, and you needed time alone to think things over.
but you havenât been doing much thinking. truthfully, youâve been doing the complete opposite, busying yourself with work and your studies so the point that you didnât have the time to think anything at all. when halloween came quickly approaching, you ignored it the best you could. betrayal stung like an open wound, all of your pain exposed and raw while everyone celebrates around you. the pit in your stomach grew every passing day, to the point that you felt nauseousâ your tummy flips uncomfortably as you type out a reply and delete it repeatedly.
as much as you wanted to spend your night hiding in your room, you didnât have the heart to skip out on changbin. he would understand, you knew he would, but the idea of disappointing him over something this important hurt nearly as bad as your breakup did.
youâre a big girl, you remind yourself, tapping on your cellphoneâs keyboard once again, big girls donât run away from their problems.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
changbin is already high when you make it home, skunk smoke billowing in your face when you open the front door. you toe off your shoes and join him in the living room, your roommateâs short body sprawled out on the couch as he flips through tv stationsâ his unfocused red eyes light up at the bag of candy you toss onto the coffee table, immediately abandoning his blunt in the ashtray to reach for the bright packaging.
âwhat ever happened to âhelloâ? âhow are youâ?â you tease, setting down the case of beers you promised. âi go through all this trouble, and this is the greeting i get?â
changbinâs already stuffed a few candies in his mouth, flashing you a dopey grin as he picks back up the joint to offer it to you. âbad day, huh?â
âjust tired.â you reply shortly, taking the blunt from changbinâs outstretched hand before flopping down on the couch beside him with a heavy sigh. your head quickly found its usual spot in the crook of his shoulder, your lips wrapping around the blunt to take a long, deep hit as you curl up against his side. the familiar scent of changbinâs cologne envelopes you like a warm blanket, easing all the nerves that thrummed just under your skinâ he wraps his arm around your shoulders without a word, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin as you blow smoke into the air. you couldnât for the life of you understand why you were so hesitant to come home anymore, changbin tearing down your walls in seconds without even having to say a word. it was so, so dangerous to be around him when your heart ached like it did, especially with how it skips a beat every time he lets out a content little hum. you meet his red-rimmed, hazy eyes when you pass the blunt back to him, giving him a wobbly, unsure smile; changbin just shakes his head and giggles, the endearing way in which he scrunches up his nose just adding to the heaviness in your chest.
your ex hated it when the two of you hung out like this. he threw a fit every time, accusing you of sneaking around with changbin behind his back, never listening when you repeated over and over again that you were just friends.
you arenât even his type, you think to yourself, that bitterness youâve kept stored away rearing its ugly head. you were nothing at all like the countless girls that came and went through changbinâs life and his bed.
âcâmon, talk to me.â changbin presses play on some old shitty slasher movie youâre pretty sure youâve seen before. âtell me whatâs going on in that cute âlil head of yours.â
âeverything is just⊠a lot, right now.â you admit, snuggling against him. like a dam breaking, all the words youâve thought over the past few weeks overflow and spill outâ you tell changbin everything youâve been hiding from him, how you feel like your supervisor is always breathing down your neck, how overwhelmed and paralyzed youâve felt working extra hours to distract yourself from your broken heart. while the horror movie plays in the background you tell him all about how halloween has felt more to you like a funeral than a holiday, the campy screams from the tv oddly fitting background noise for how you were feeling⊠especially with how your ex refusing to let you go quietly.
âhe wonât leave me alone, bin,â you groan, taking another deep hit off the blunt. it had gone out from all your talking, but changbin was quick to relight it for you as you pressed it between your lips. âhe keeps texting and calling, apologizing and telling me he loves me⊠i donât know how much more i can take.â
changbin curls his lip, tossing his lighter onto the coffee table. âwhy are you even answering him? just block that asshole already.â
âi dunnoââ
âhe never treated you right anyway. piece of shit. you should to be treated like a princess, like a queenâ fuck anyone who breaks your heart. he doesnât deserve you.â
âi canât believe he would do thisâŠâ you sniffle, trying your best not to cry. âhe told me we were going to be together forever, that we were going wait until marriage⊠and then he goes and does this?!â
âwait, waitââ changbin interrupts, his red eyes widening. âwhat about waiting until marriage?â
you look up at him oddly. âhe wanted to save ourselves for virginities for our wedding night. sanctioned by the lord and all that. iâm so stupid, believing his pastorâs son bullshit⊠i should have known it was too good to be true.â
âyouâre not stupid,â changbin scolds. âi just had no idea that you were bothâŠâ
âvirgins?â you prompt with a scoff. âwell, i thought we both were, but i guess not!â
changbin looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, blinking owlishly. âi didnât know you were a virgin.â
âyou never askedâŠâ you scoot away from his side awkwardly, casting him a nervous anybody sideways glance. you never thought that changbin would judge you for being a virgin, but maybe you had put too much trust in him. at this point, you struggled to put much trust in.
âwoah, hey, iâm not saying thatâs a bad thing or anything!â changbin interjects, âif thatâs what you want to do iâll support you. iâm just⊠surprised, i guess. youâve really never done anything? like at all?â
âi mean, iâve kissed before,â you mumble, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. âand like, touching and stuff, but not anything past that.â
ânot even oral?â changbin gasps.
you shake your head.
the horror movie has been all but forgotten on the tv screen, the suspenseful music oddly fitting for the fluttering in your chest. changbin studies you through the smoke clouding the air, the look in his bloodshot eyes impossible to decipherâ you feel so small under his gaze, squirming and shifting in your spot as he scrutinizes you. you open your mouth to speak, but changbin beats you to it.
âhave you ever touched yourself?â
you blanche, hands itching to shoot up and hide your face. âumâŠ.. yes.â
why were you even telling him this? your sexual experience was none of his business, no matter how close the two of you were⊠yet you canât help but feel like he somehow deserves to know. especially when he was the one you always thought about when your hand slid between your legs.
âhave you ever made yourself cum?â changbin asks, an unfamiliar, dark edge in his voice making you shiver.
âi⊠i donât think i can.â you admit softly, face burning. you try to evert your eyes but changbin is having none of it, gently grabbing your chin and turning you to meet his sharp gaze.
âwhat do you mean you donât think you can?!â changbin prods, raising an eyebrow. âeveryone can cum, baby. youâve just been doing it wrong.â
the pet name slips out so fast you nearly miss it, your head spinning and your tummy twistingâ never in your wildest dreams had you thought changbin would call you something like that so casually. his rough fingers burn against your skin, holding your chin so firmly yet so gently, such a dominating act turning your brain to mush.
changbin takes your silence and blank stare as some kind of answer, grinning down at you like a predator. âdo you wanna know what itâs like to cum?â
you blink. what kind of question was that? ây-yes.â you answer after a pregnant pause, voice barely above a whisper. changbinâs grip on your chin tightens.
âi can show you if youâd like.â
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
you had always wanted your first time to be special. you had dreamed of giving it to your future husband the night of your wedding, a special occasion with candles and rose petals. you had never wanted it any other way before.
but the man you had thought would one day be your husband had you second guessing everything you had ever believed about yourself. you had believed wholeheartedly that he too was saving his virginity for when you got married, but he had given it away like it was nothing behind your back. how many other girls had he fucked besides your best friend? how long had he been lying to you about being your forever? did it even matter now, after the dust settled and found you yourself in changbinâs arms? you were sure now more than ever that thatâs exactly where youâre supposed to be.
it feels so right with your back pressed up against the couch, skirt rolled up your hips and your legs spread wide to expose your simple white panties. part of you wished that you had picked a nicer pair to wear, but changbin doesnât seem to mind; in fact, he admires your pussy as if he had never seen one before, a raw hunger burning in his eyes as he watches your cunt twitch and throb. he can see every movement with your panties so wet, the sopping fabric clinging to the curves of your pussy lips. you can feel every one of his breaths fan over your mound, his face so close with him kneeling below you on the carpet. you fight the overwhelming urge to cover yourself, gnawing on your lip to keep from squealing when he leans over to shove his face in between your legs.
âiâve wanted to eat this pussy so fucking bad,â changbin growls, his hot mouth trailing against the outline of your mound through your panties, âyou have no fucking idea. god, i need to taste youâno, no, keep these panties on, baby. they look so pretty on you.â
changbin shoos your hand away before hooking a finger under the gusset and pulling them to the side, exposing how ridiculously wet youâve gotten. youâre so horny it aches, fluttering pussy lips wet and stickyâ changbin licks his lips at the sight, his pretty brown eyes even prettier when heâs stoned, spit-slick lips blowing cold air against your cunt to watch how you twitch. you so exposed like this, thick thighs spread obscenely as he studies your most intimate areas, and it just adds to the building arousal in your belly. you have half a mind to beg, but changbin beats you to it, dragging the flat of his tongue between your fluttering pussy lips. the unfamiliar sensation makes you shake, every slide of his slippery tongue filling you with desire and anticipation. the pleasure is already too much for you to bear and heâs barely even begun, strong arms wrapping around your thighs as he slobbers wet kisses all over your cunt up to your cute throbbing clit, the engorged bundle of nerves visibly trembling as it peeks out from its little hood. changbin slurps it up between his lips as if it were the sweetest candy, his eyes screwing shut in delight with his face buried in your pussy.
the weed just adds to every sensation, your mind fuzzy and blank except for the intense bursts of pleasure that changbin generously gives to youâ you easily lose yourself in it, your hips bucking against his face and your hands shooting down to tangle themselves in his tousled hair. pulling against the strands earns you a deep, primal groan from deep in changbinâs chest. âb-binnie,â you warble brokenly, âit feels so good~â
âyeah?â changbin smirks against your cunt, lips releasing your clit with a wet pop. âyou like having your pussy ate, baby?â
âmhm, mhmââ you nod pathetically, using your grip on changbinâs hair to try and pull him impossibly closer to you. he responds in kind, adjusting his grip on your panties before abruptly shoving his tongue inside your weeping little hole.
the sudden sensation makes you gasp, your wide baked red eyes watching in rapture as changbin devours you whole; he shakes his head vigorously as he tongue fucks you deeper, eats you like a starving animal, his big hand on your thigh holding you down so you have no other choice but to take whatever he gives you. the pleasure is overwhelming, clouding your senses in the best way, elevating your high to a level youâve never quite reached. you felt like you were floating and falling all the same, waves of ecstasy crashing over you and pulling you under. one of changbinâs hands leaves your shaking thigh to circle your clit with his thumb, his chuckle reverberating against your heated skin when you cry out. the pleasure reaches a breaking point, so overwhelming that blood rushes in your earsâ
âi-i think iâm gonna pee!â you suddenly shriek, entire body quivering in his hold, the building tension in your gut threatening to overflow. changbin just shoves his tongue deeper inside your hole, nearly folding you in half against the couch cushions with your legs dangling up in the air. âwait, baby, pleaseââ
âshh, oh sweetie, youâre not gonna pee,â changbin coos, thumb working in tandem with his lips and tongue. âyouâre gonna cum. youâre gonna squirt all over my face, fuckâ make a mess for me, baby, come on.â
it feels as if the world stops spinning as you reach your climax, your vision going white as you toss your head back and scream with release. clear liquid pulses from your cunt, drenching changbinâs face as he slurps your hole greedily. it soaks the bedsheets, so much that it makes a puddle under your assâ changbin helps you ride out your orgasm with his tongue on your clit, drawing slow circles against the oversensitive bud until you swatted at him to let up.
âholy shit, you really did squirt, thatâs so fucking hot⊠howâd that feel, baby?â
âfeelssogood~â you moan, legs still shaking from the aftershocks. changbin unwraps them from his neck and pushes himself off the carpetâin a flash he has you underneath him with your knees to your chest, his broad musled body pressing you deep into the couch cushions.
âyou want another one?â he grins down at you wickedly, dark eyes sparkling.
âyesyesyesâ!â you squeal in excitement, relishing in the feeling of his hard cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, your dripping pussy getting them wet and aiding in the delicious slide. the size of his bulge both frightens and excites you, thicker than you had ever thought or dreamed about; you grind against him needily, ignoring how your panties dug into your flesh, ready for him to take his sweats off, but the feeling of changbinâs blunt fingers against your opening makes you stop and frown. ân-no, no, not your fingersâ i want y-you inside!â
âbut bunny, youâve never taken cock before,â changbin murmurs, âi need to stretch you out, i donât want to hurt youâŠâ
âplease, iâm so fucking wet, i can take it! iâm so empty it hurts, binnie, want your big cockâŠâ
âfuck.â changbin spits, eyes screwing shut as he grits his teeth; he breathes like heâs trying to compose himself, fat cock twitching against your hole. âfuck, fuck, alrightâ iâm gonna go slow, okay? tell me if it hurts.â
with one hand he tugs his sweatpants down his thick thighs, his cock bobbing up to slap against his belly. the size of it makes you gasp, flushed angry red and leaking pearly precum from the tip. thick, throbbing veins wrap around the velvety shaft, adding to the daunting girth that made your cunt clench around nothing.
âlike what you see?â changbin teases, wrapping a fist around himself and slowly stroking. he slaps his wet, bulbous tip against your clit two, three times, snickering at your needy whine.
âi-itâs so big!â you whimper brokenly, bottom lip wobbling. âitâs soâ i need it inside, please!â
changbin canât take the waiting anymore, pulling your pussy lips apart to spit on your winking hole; before you can react his cockhead is pushing against your rim and popping inside. you throw your head back and wail, eyes shooting wide in shock, pussy spasming and clamping down tight on his thick cock as he slowly and carefully pushes deeper and deeper inside. âoh fuuckk, baby, so fucking tight! itâs a lot, i know, you gotta try and loosen up for me,â changbin coos, deliciously condescending as his fat length bullied deeper and deeper into your tight virgin hole. the stretch is almost unbearable, burning even with your pussy this soaking wetâ you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, grabbing ahold of changbinâs bicep tightly. âyou can take it though, right sweetie?â
he stops halfway to let you adjust, your tight little hole clamping around him like a vice. his cock feels so much bigger inside of you, so unrelenting you feared it would tear you in half. you blink away tears as you struggle to take him, your gummy walls torn between pushing him out and sucking him in deeper. slowly, the pain begins to give way to mounting pleasure, stagnating as changbin lays still inside of you. âi-iâm ready,â you quietly whimper, cunt pulsating.
âyou sure?â changbin asks, humming when you shake your head. âiâm gonna move now, let me know if itâs too muchâ"
thereâs a little bit blood mixed with the slick covering his cock when he slowly and carefully slides it out, your pussy squelching obscenely and your hole left gaping. changbin shushes your frightened whimper, pulling you to his chest with a hand cradling your head. âshh, itâs okay, youâre doing so good~â he coos into your hair, pushing himself slowly back inside of you. âi just popped your cherry, baby. youâre taking my cock like such a good girl, arenât you?â
his cock hits even deeper than before, all the way to the hiltâ his fat mushroom head kisses your cervix with an explosion of red hot pleasure, pressing against it so hard it felt as if he would push through all the way into your empty womb. the rhythm he quickly falls into is punishing, pounding you into the mattress at a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every mean thrust of his hips. âyouâre so fucking deep!â you hiccup, burying your face in changbinâs chest.
âyeah, baby? can you feel me in your tummy?â he laughs, his voice infuriatingly calm and collected compared to the way his hips smacked against yours impossibly hard and fast. âfuck, your pussy feels so good, better than iâve ever dreamedâ iâve always wanted to fuck you so bad, since iâve met you, bunny! am i making you feel good, princess? is this pussy mine now?â
âyes!â you sob, unable to form any other words, form any coherent thoughts at all; youâre fucked completely dumb in seconds, brain completely empty except for how much pleasure coursed through your body, how perfectly changbin was fucking you, how that fire in your tummy grew hotter and hotter, about to burst like a volcano erupting. âiâm yours, always been yoursâ this pussy is yours, binnie, fuck!â
âthatâs my good little girl. forget about everything except this cock, okay? youâre all mine now, arenât you? oh my god, this is the best halloween ever.â
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regarding your postâŠthinkin about flirting with mike at some fuckass halloween party and watching him get all flustered bc of the super revealing costume youâre wearing :3
ugh you get it
he's standing against the wall, holding a red solo cup that really is more of an accessory than anything, the contents still unknown as mike has yet to take a sip. it was thrusted in his hand when he entered a half hour ago, and he took it because why wouldn't he? just when he was considering exploring the suspicious concoction, there you came, sliding up next to him with a flustered smile, asking if someone was already standing there.
mike just shook his head, too flustered to actually say anything because he's seen you around. a friend of a semi-friend (acquaintance, really). but when he'd seen you before, you were fully clothed, blue denim jeans and sweaters.
thankfully (it was a bit of a curse, too), your outfits then left loads for mike to work with. images available to be conjured up late at night, leaving the possibility to fill him with guilt if he thought a little too hard.
now, your outfit leaves little to the imagination. it makes it unfairly easy for mike to commit it to memory, storing away for later.
a black strapless one piece that resembles a bathing suit, black sheer tights, and a pair of bunny ears sticking off the top of your head, which serves as the only concrete indicator of your desired costume.
you notice him staring, of course you do, and it takes mike a little too long to get back to your beaming face.
"wanna take a guess? 'm sure you'll never be able to get it." your words leak with sarcasm, almost masked with the level of excitement you have accompaning them.
you put your hands on your hips, and even give mike a spin. his brain stops working for a second, tongue drying up.
"uh a bunny." you turn back to face mike completely and the top of your one piece has slipped down a little, encouraging you to pull it back up with two pinched fingers. mike tries not to stare again, he really does, but it's not like he can really help it.
fortunately, you choose not to mention it. "not just any bunny, mike." his name from your lips is simple, but his skin warms just a bit.
"a playboy bunny."
your grin widens, if even possible, and your eyes shine. "ding, ding, ding! you win."
you take a step closer to mike and the air shifts just a bit.
confidence floods his body, thick and all encompassing. it controls his next movements.
he takes a step closer to you, staring you down with all of the courage he can muster, and asks: "what do i win?"
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