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It's not your fault, it's Jeffy's. Like the details pls! How dare he be so pretty and so manly at the same time? Go fuck off Jeffy đ¤
#but fr#when he shows those arms.next to his fucking pretty face i am down#he is so#damn#jeff satur#illegal#should ban him#btw i really love u dodie#u know exactly how to ruin me in a good way
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#unrelated its ltr not even what i linked but chasing time - azealia.. Dontttt omg ts is so facking good who made that beat!!!!!!!!!!#ANW. if breakaway is minhui then this is yijun. mayb the single ver more than true romance ver actually.. it js sounds more raw#i rly wanna talk abt why he hates jaehee#bc iâve yapped abt minhui and talked abt DY/JY sort-of parallels in replies somewhere i found it the other day#and ik the âhe doesnât fitâ is what's been written (in pieces + that yt rundown i think) but likee it goes deeper than that#im gnna struggle to put it into words properly but im talking to myself so i can not make sense as much as i want thanks#ok. so he goes on and on abt how jaehee ruined BS bec he âdidnât fitâ into the four that they were without him but. heâs lowk projecting#he joined JG in 2016 - jiyeol mai hyeonmin and KOHEN were all there before him. jyâs in â08 mi + kh in 2010 + hm 2011#they chucked their whole childhoods away for jg - and in reward they were meant to be jgâs first boygroup#they ltr wouldâve debuted in 2013 if it wasnât for hyojoo being like hey! this is kinda weird lol! a 17 yo two 15 yos + a 13 yo is weird!#yj was late as HELLLL 2the party. he wouldve been left as a trainee while JY MI KH HM debuted as 9ANTHER if it wasnt 4 The Kohen Mai Thing#aka they started messing around in like 2014 while jy pretended he wasnt abt to crash out and hm had to listen to jy trying not2 crash out#then it got real bad like august 2016 and all of a sudden they HATEDD eo they couldnt even b in the same room#(aka. kh wanted him mi wanted jy and said Lollll i hate u die)#all in all: kh kicked off debut team. spot opens up for yijun right as he enters the company. heâs not cut out for ts at all#he was lonely back home and now heâs lonely here and now apparently heâs in a debut team with 3 guys who know eo and he wants to die#hyeonmin like smiles at him like ONCE during practice and he latches on fastttt this leech đđđ tries to worm his way in via hm#spoiler! it only half works theres sand under his skin he hates it all heâs not meant for them he needs a gun#it gets better over the years and jy + mi sorting their shit out & cutting off kh completely makes yj feel wayy more secure#and then they debut even if it is after yoonhaeâs literal death. and then jaehee comes in like Hiii i like to act and colour ^_^#HE WNATS TO DIEE ITS HIM ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!!!! cant even bear to look at him#like the walls are UP heâs not letting himself become kohen. and when jh tries to get close to min - ltr exactly like he did.......#ITS NEVER BEEN MORE BONSOVERRRR#so there. heâs mean and hates him and wants him dead for that. Yayyyy#kh has def said some nasttyyyyy shit to yj too ijbol like mind you he didnt leave jg until jy did! THIS YEAR!#the song. is abt himself. him to him in the mirror. to kohen. to jaehee. heâs mad at shit thatâs never happened and heâs never gonna stop#the âwhy did you fall for meâ though.. thatâs him to min like#he feels like heâs conned him into it - bec the first couple months he only rly was around him to try and get into the inner circle#and then he fell in Lol. Gay#âyouâre not there / youâre just an echoâ is def towards hm after 2020 when him and mai left too ouhhhhh throws up
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thinking about my oc Bytte. and. her gender is Aro. her Aromanticism is inextricable from her gender experience.
#toy txt post#i love to make an alloaro oc whos a woman navigating a usually masculine role in society far before we ever coined aromanticism#whos Aromanticism informs so much about her but with no language to adequately describe it she doesnt really know how#and so she does kinda blow up her relationships by accident bc she does Want human connection#and what she Wants is to fuck someone whos friends with her and chill about it who will just be fucking Normal about it#and Not Make It A Big Thing and also for other people to not make it a big thing and they can hang out and be friends#but never fucking domesticize her. and its in part a rejection of the misogynistic role of Wife in historic (and even modern) society of#course but its also a rejection of the relationship hierarchy of Wife. of the romanticization. bc of her circumstances the only role on#offer of course has been Wife. but in the hypothetical situation where she was offered the role of Husband? she would at first probably#accept that. in theory. it sounds fine. sure. but if she tried to LIVE like that. to Live even as a Husband. it would Also be Wrong. to put#any of her relationships into that framework is to fundamentally ruin them forever. and she is living in a society that wants that to be#the only framework. anyway its crazy how ive made a character like that exactly Twice at least#(Bytte and Lucille. Bytte is a bit more genderfucky than Lucille. Lucilles gender is also ugly violent scary woman. for reasons)#both of these characters rn are cis. well. not /cis/ cis but theyre afab and women bc i want to explore that but i am thinking lately about#a transfem take. to explore. ive considered it and i dont think i want that for Bytte? all that means is watch out for future ocs#i could do a character very similar to Bytte as transfem and it would be really good but theres something about#and honestly it would probably make more SENSE for Bytte? due to gender roles in like ancient sparta or whatever?#but if shes transfem in sparta i think there would be subtle nuanced differences in how ppl interact w her that i dont necessarily want for#her? if that makes sense. i know this reasoning sounds weak in a vacuum but i Promise i have way more characters than this and i do want to#explore things differently. i promise there are complex transfem characters in witchverse and also complex characters whos asab im not#decided on yet. there are some im not sure i ever want to be decided on? the downside of being incredibly specific about fictional#characters is that it doesnt leave you all room for headcanons#sorry. good news is you can go make your own ocs about it đ idk. much to explore. much to think about#also sometimes a ''''cis'''' character CAN have a fun gender to play with honestly its just that mainstream media Never does#so theres no good way to be like no but listenn i swear its fun#anyway this is all moot cos im not a fucking writer im just making up little guys and doing nothing#also anyway. i think my gender is also aro and a little ace. personally. also before u get mad at me about these 2 ocs being like#probelmatic aro rep or smth: 1) aforementioned its moot anyway im not even a writer 2) these arent the only alloaro ocs i have its just#funny that i made this one twice lmao 3) my brain is huge. my ocs are rad. suck my ass. âĄ#if only i Was a writer tho god. thered be sooooo many aro characters fr fr
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ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ fuck buddy loser!ellie ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ËśËâ°ËËśęąŕžŕ˝˛á
fuck buddy loser!ellie who you met in ur sophomore year of college through dina, your roomate. immediately taking interest in her appearance despite the way she carried herself.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who pretended to dislike "your people", always partying, big friend groups, everything she disliked.... but deep down, you were exactly what she wanted.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who has an insanely high sex drive when she's around you.. sex wasn't something she ever thought about actually doing until you met... but from that day on it was all she could think about.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who is disgusting the first time you two are together. it's was as if she had been strived of physical touch for so long she didn't know how to behave, she had craved your body for so long â and it was exactly how she dreamed.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who loves to eat you out, she refuses to do anything beforehand. she gets wet off on the way you grip her hair and arch your back while her fingers pump in and out of you as her tongue sucks on your clit. she swears she can cum just at the sight of you looking down at her, whining out her name for more as she slows her pace in an attempt to tease you.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who is a sub most of the time, and always has to deal with your harsh responses to her teasing. she loves when you're in control and tell her how to get you off, but it kills her when you won't let her touch you. she'll watch you closely as you touch yourself, smacking away her hand anytime she gets close. "please baby..... j-hust wanna make you feel good" she'll beg, and you'll ignore her until you think she's been good enough.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who masturbates to your photos whenever you're apart. one night you tried to get her to go out and party with you, but she refused. a few hours later you send her a video of you i dressing in the bathroom, showing her what she missed out on by being a loser and staying home..
fuck buddy loser!ellie who will fuck you anywhere. she's so needy it's pathetic.. whether it's in her car, the bathroom, the locker room, she doesn't care if it's "risky" â she just needs to feel you.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who loves scissoring, and she's so vocal about it, especially when you're on top. "fuck .. speed u-up please" she'd be such a mess, desperately trying to grind herself into you â sucking on your boobs as you leaned down over her to steady your speed.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who squirts every time you finger her or use the double sided dildo with her. she's so beyond sensitive it's impossible for her to control herself â though you've vocalized finding it hot in the past. not to mention how much of a mess she is when you overstimulate her... you know her body better than she does, touching her in ways that send her over the edge.. "come on els .. can't you give me one more" you'd mock her for a third time as she cries at your words, crumbling underneath you multiple times in a single night.
fuck buddy loser!ellie who calls you pet names often, especially "my girl". you both swear there's no attachments, but in reality she has such a bad crush on you. it feels stupid on her end to have such a silly crush on someone she's fucked a million times... but when you're not having sex, she's so shy around you and blushes like crazy ... even though behind closed doors you were practically consuming eachother, she was to scared to tell you her real feelings out of fear of ruining things.
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too pretty to think.
when art started to slip, it almost felt like falling asleepâŚ
a. donaldson x reader
word count: 2,216
contents: dumbification, body worship, face sitting, multiple orgasms, cuming untouched, brief mommy kink, subspace, nicknames and pet names, this is freak nasty.
Xx
The first timeÂ
You and Art have been going steady for 6 months and you loved every second of it. the two of you mostly hung out at your place, it's a tad cleaner than his dorm and he never bothered with things like decorations. It was a haven for the both of you. So when your Blackberry buzzed with a message asking,
âr u home?âÂ
It was hardly out of the ordinary.
âyeah. just changed clothesâ
âcan i come over?â
âof courseâ
Donaldson is a man who never knows when to quit. Let's rephrase: Heâll only quit when instructed to.Â
He treats his body like a machine. He eats what his nutritionist tells him to, he pushes his body to the limit, and he rarely turns in a paper late.Â
When you opened your front door your boyfriend was in chaotic ruins. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were stained. He stared at the floor with his calloused hands in his pockets.
âOh my gosh, what happened?? Whatâs wrong?â
Your tone had urgency as you ushered him inside. Once the door is closed he pulls you in for a hug. You donât dare speak, just hug back. Heâll tell you when heâs ready.Â
Itâs obvious heâs trying to hold himself together, but stroking his back caused him to break.
âAw, baby,âÂ
You sway him from side to side.Â
âShh, itâs ok. Iâm here.â
After a few minutes, Art regained control of his breathing. You put him at arm's lengthâyour voice just above a whisper.Â
âWould you like to come lay down with me? We donât have to talk about it if you don't want to, let's just get you comfortable.â
Art sniffles and nods his headâyour poor baby.Â
You held his hand and led the way to your room. You sat on your bed with your back against the wall so he could lay between your legs. He often takes this position when you guys are watching movies so it will add a level of comfort for him.Â
Art takes some deep breaths as you run your nails through his hair.Â
âWe got a new coach and he- heâs so intense. I donât know. Iâve been berated by coaches since I was 13. Why the hell is this one affecting me differently?âÂ
You twist one of his curls in your fingers.Â
âEverything's just so much right now. Schoolwork, post-graduation plans, sponsorships⌠There's so much going on all the time. I- I canât do it.âÂ
Your heart broke for him.Â
âIâm so sorry, Artie. I wish I could take it all away from you.â
You rubbed his arms and back for who knows how long. It could have been hours. You didnât care. Youâd cancel your week's agenda if thatâs what he needed. You werenât getting up until he felt better.Â
You analyzed his words.
âItâs not that youâre unable to make decisions, and itâs not that you make bad decisions. Itâs just that decisions are constant unrelenting work⌠is that an accurate assessment?â
He nodded and sighed into your shirt like you were the one person in the world who understood him.Â
â...And a good boy like you should never have to work.âÂ
Art froze.Â
Well, thatâs new.Â
You decided to test the waters further and put on your most sultry voice.Â
âDonât worry baby, Iâll think for you.âÂ
He let out a sound that can only be described as a mewl. His body curled into a semi-circle.Â
You swept some hair out of his eyes, they seemed to get droopier.
I don't know what exactly is transpiring heâs responding to it.
âLet your thoughts go. You donât need them.âÂ
Eyes are fully closed now.
âCan you unclench your jaw for me? Thatâs it.â
He does as he's told, falling deeper into whatever hollow you're creating. He bites back a smile but his blush is evident. So easy to get him to blush. One of his cutest attributes.
Next step is Moving your handsome boy to lay on his stomach so you can rub his shoulders. You hear him sigh while the tension is worked out of his muscles and watch him relax under your hands.Â
Walking him through some deep breaths while you place dozens of soft, light kisses on his neck.Â
You want to make him understand what a privilege it is to have him.
Rubbing his thighs and calves, slowly melting away the stress of the day. Kisses on the backs of his knees while he laughs and tells you to stop that and that it tickles.
Helping him turn over to lie on his back and climbing carefully on top to straddle him.
You toy with the hem of his shirt.Â
âCan I take this off?â
He looks up at you. mouth open and nods.Â
It causes you to giggle.Â
âThank you.âÂ
Once thatâs out of the way your hands wander up to his chest while trailing more impossibly light kisses down his Adam's apple. Massaging his chest, squeezing and grabbing and just feeling his skin.Â
Kissing his collarbones, trailing your tongue along the dip where they meet under his neck. Slowly working that boy up with teasing touches that only get more and more unbearable.
Slowly returning to his lips to kiss him again while you reach down to trail your fingertips over his cock. He pants and whines so sweetly into your mouth while you play with his cock. You're not even trying to make him cum-- not yet.Â
I could do this all day.Â
Letting him drift in a fuzzy-headed space while you work your fingers soft and slow over his pants. Doesn't need to worry about anything but your hands on his body. You're right here to keep him safe and make him feel good.
âThere's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn mindless.âÂ
Art whined and bucked his hips up to meet your hand.
âI need to be in you so bad. Please.â
Who are you to refuse him?
âDon't worry baby, Iâll give you what you want.âÂ
You slid off him and he reached for you, like he couldnât stand you being an inch away for any amount of time. You chuckled and took off your bottoms and underwear, he copied.Â
You hopped back on top of him, which made him break out into a smile. His girl was about to take care of him.Â
You grabbed his cock and started stroking him.Â
âI donât know if Iâm wet enough, Artie.â
âSitonmyface.â He begged all in one breath.Â
You bit your lip so as not to laugh at him. It wasnât in a mean way, no no! He was just so excited about it. Itâs adorable and flattering all at the same time.
âAre you sure? Weâve never done that before.â
We havenât done a lot of this before.Â
He shamelessly nodded. Grabbing your waist with both hands and shifting your body up before you could protest.Â
âI donât want to crush you.â
At this point, he was panting. A dog seconds away from getting a treat.Â
âYou wonât.âÂ
Art has eaten you out before, and itâs been wonderful. But this? This is a new kind of ecstasy.Â
His tongue reaches new trenches.Â
And that fucking nose. It bumped your clit every time. You were gasping and making noises you didnât know were possible. His mouth is memorizing your folds. He's getting off on your arousal. His tip is red and hurting, but can barely care when a taste crafted just for him is on his lips.Â
âShit. Just like that.âÂ
Your thighs trapped his face, your breath hitched with every thrust, and your walls clenched around his tongue.Â
âOh god, oh god,âÂ
Truthfully, Art didn't know which of you came first.Â
The only thing he knew was your body.Â
You shuffled down and kissed all over his face which was covered in your release.Â
âYou made mommy feel so good.â
He smiled up at you. He was so proud that he could do that for you. Like it was his purpose in life. And oh did he love that nickname. It made him feel all soft, like when you recall a fond memory.Â
âDo you want Mommy to sit on your cock?âÂ
He whimpered and nodded.Â
You lined yourself up with him and sank. It was so easy due to both of your juices, you had to concentrate on lowering slowly so he didnât bottom out too fast.Â
The two of you moaned in unison. It was almost tantric. Even though the focus here is on Art, itâs impossible not to feel the same pleasure. It wasnât just your sexualities that were aligned but your souls. The love you felt for each other was palpable.Â
It didnât take long for him to bottom out. But it wasnât enough. You ground your hips into him, causing his voice to raise an octave.Â
âOh fuck. Hnnn! Fuck, feels so good, please.â
He was babbling nonsense, unable to create cohesive thoughts or keep any sounds in.Â
You remove his hands clutching the sheets and replace them with your own. To bring him back to earth.Â
When he couldnât get enough he bucked his hips up into yours. Moving aimlessly, mindlessly. You held his hips down to the mattress and bounced on his dick. The sounds of his cock hitting your weeping entrance were insanely beautiful and sinful to listen to.Â
âSuch a good boy.âÂ
His dick jumped inside of you at that. Seemingly of its own volition.Â
You shifted to pepper kisses on his jawline. The new position forced his cock to rub all kinds of new places. You nearly collapsed onto him from the shock. Heavy exhales leave your mouth. Your pussy suffocates his cock.Â
âMy good boy. Just a dumb little thing for me to use isn't that right.â
Art came on the spot. No warning. His skin flushed and curls were damp on his forehead. Words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more.Â
You rode him until it was clear he'd finished.Â
âDid you cum for me, baby?â
âYes. I'm sorry I shouldâve said something I couldn't help it. Felt too good, I didnât -â
âShh sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. You can cum in me as many times as you like. That's what Iâm here for. Thatâs what this,â you clenched around him, âis for.âÂ
âFuck.â his breath quivering. He arched his back, sensitive little thing.Â
âI love it when you spill yourself into me. itâs so warm in here now.âÂ
You placed his hand on your lower stomach, your womb.Â
âCan we go again please?â
âAre you sure? I don't want to push you.â
He shuffled so you were both sitting up. causing you to gasp. His erection never left, and itâs ever so prevalent right now.Â
âPlease! Wanna keep myself buried here forever.âÂ
It was hard to remain the level-headed one after hearing that.Â
âYou make me so wet when you say that, Artie.âÂ
There's drool coming from his mouth as he watches you talk. Nothing behind those eyes.
âSo wet and needy.âÂ
You soften your voice, and when you talk itâs into his mouth.Â
âYou gonna let me take you again?â
He groaned and nodded, then ferociously kissed you. He wrapped his strong arms around your torso and immediately disliked how much fabric was between the two of you. He ripped your t-shirt and sports bra off in nearly one motion. Sighing when he felt skin on skin.
âIâm going to play with you until there's nothing in that head except my name.â
And you did. You fucked him till his brain turned to mush. Till it felt so good he thought he was going crazy, till he couldnât even hear how loud he was being. Just blissed out being pulled back into your cunt.Â
What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like him.Â
You let him stay like that, floaty and sweet until he fell asleep to whispered praises.Â
âMy good boy. You did such a good job for me.â
A kiss to his forehead.Â
âYou know I love you so much.â
Tucked under the covers.
âSo good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and I'm all yours.â
You raked your nails along his back.
âRelax, It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.â
You moved off the bed which concerned Art.Â
âAre you leaving?âÂ
He looked like he could cry. You cradled his face.Â
âNo baby boy, of course not. Iâm only getting you some water. Iâll be right backâÂ
You spoke to him like a child bedridden with a cold. It was clear the comedown was something intense and never experienced before. He needed you next to him right now.
âAlright lovely, I know youâre tired but have a few drinks of this for me.â
You guided the water bottle into his mouth till you were satisfied with the amount he got in his system.Â
âRest now. Iâll cuddle you.âÂ
The blonde fell asleep immediately in your embrace and you hoped it wouldn't be the last time you took his thoughts away.
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hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey
ty (ily)!! fem!reader
Spencerâs feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and youâre pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. Itâs completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine heâs ever read.Â
âWhy are you frowning?â you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. âYouâre frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.â You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs.Â
âIâm tired,â he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you.Â
âYouâve had a long day, thatâs why. When we get back to your place Iâll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.âÂ
âI donât want a foot massage. My feet donât even hurt,â he lies.
âDonât bother.â You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. âI know all your tells, baby boy,â âhe laughs through a wrinkled noseâ ânothing gets past me.âÂ
âWhyâd you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?â he asks. You couldâve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.
âThey do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and itâs kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?â You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable.Â
âDo you think I should get someone to do my laundry?â he asks.Â
âYou can afford it. But maybe not. Thereâs nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.â You side eye him carefully. âMaybe Iâm over the top.âÂ
âYouâre high maintenance,â he agrees. âIs it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.âÂ
âWhat? Why would you pay for it?âÂ
ââCos weâre together?â Heâs more worried than dry about it. âIâd like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didnât think youâd let me.â
âAnd I wonât⌠sâkind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.â Youâre blinking funny. âI think thatâs more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?âÂ
Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think youâre interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. âI like maintaining you.âÂ
You curl your arm through his. âThatâs a funny way to say it.âÂ
He laughs at your obvious delight. âI like taking care of you,â he admits. âYou like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.âÂ
âThank you very much,â you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. âYou make me happier than you know.âÂ
His cheeks turn pink. He doesnât need to see himself to confirm. Itâs a high statistical probability.Â
âKiss?â you ask, voice still soft.Â
Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. Youâre like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat.Â
âWhat if you pay for my dry cleaning,â you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. âAnd I pay for yours?âÂ
Spencer thumbs along your jaw. âI donât want anything from you, just you.âÂ
âWell, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?â you ask. âWould you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?âÂ
He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks.Â
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS.
Summary: Rafe Cameron gets into a fight, and Sassy!Kook!Reader helps him clean up his wounds.
Warnings: childhood friends, overprotective!rafe, alcohol/coke mentioned, blood, dumb ahh inlove, annoying mf.
Words Count: 3163
A/N: my first 'official' post ohmygawwddd!!!! i hope you will all like this. u can imagine this out of the obx plot bc in this universe sarah and rafe lowk get along and she's not w topp*r. i imagine rafe being 20/21 and reader is js a year younger
Getting an invite to Topper's party was supposed to be the highlight of your weekâa chance to let loose, drink, dance, and maybe sneak in a smoke or two. You were determined to have fun. You and Sarah had been buzzing about it for days, thrilled at the idea of a night out after what felt like an eternity of being buried under schoolwork. It had been ages since either of you had gone to a party, and with all the stress piling up, you needed the break.
But, of course, Rafe had to go and ruin it by reminding you that he existed and was going to attend the party.
As the night of the party arrived, you spent way too much time getting readyâyour reflection in the mirror repeatedly checked as you perfected your messy dark eye makeup. Black heels on, strapless mini-dress in a black fabric. The waist is drawn with a thin, satin black ribbon into a neat bow. The skirt flared out slightly, you knew you looked stunning. Sarah had already sent you a dozen texts about how she couldnât wait to hit the party, and you were just about ready to go.
When you arrived at the party, it was even more packed than you'd expected. Music thumped through the house, bodies swayed on the makeshift dance floor, and the smell of coke, smoke, and alcohol lingered in the air. Sarah grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd as you both laughed. That was exactly the chaos you both needed.
"God, I've missed this!" Sarah shouted over the music as we moved to the dance floor. You smiled, matching her energy, the rhythm pulling your bodies into a sway.
For a while, it was easy to forget everythingâschool stress, drama, even Rafeâs looming presence at the party.
That is, until you saw him.
Rafe Cameron, leaning against a wall with his usual arrogance, a bottle of beer in his hand and his eyes scanning the room like he owned the place. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on you, and as usual, he didnât look away. His eyes tracked you from across the room. He always watched youâlike it was his job to make sure you were okay, even though you made it clear you didnât need him playing bodyguard.
You groaned inwardly.Â
âJust ignore him,â Sarah whispered in your ear, sensing your mood shift. âCome on, letâs dance.â
And you didâletting the music take over as you moved with your friend, blocking out everything else. For a moment, it felt like maybe, you could enjoy the night without thinking about him. You walked away from your friend to get both of you a drink but as you arrived at the bar, a guy who you didnât recognize walked up to me, his breath hot and alcohol-laced as he leaned in too close, his voice low and crude.
âHey there, gorgeous,â he said with a smirk growing on his face. âYou look stunning tonight. That dressâdamn, itâs doing wonders to your body.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore him as you focused on getting your drinks. âThanks, but Iâm not interested,â you replied coolly, turning slightly away from him.
âOh, come on now,â he pressed, undeterred. âDonât be like that. I could make your night a lot more fun. I know how to show a girl a good time. I could take you somewhere private, just you and me. I bet I could make you feel better than any of the other guys ever could.â
You felt your stomach churn, irritation rising as you glanced around for an escape. âI really donât think so,â you said firmly, your patience wearing thin. âJust back off, alright?â
But he stepped closer, invading your personal space even more, a cocky grin plastered on his face. âWhy're you playing hard to get when we both know youâre a slut. You donât gotta pretend with me, babyââ
You rolled your eyes, about to insult him but the sound of a bottle smashing to the floor before Rafeâs fist collided with the guy's face.
âSay that again,â Rafe growled, his voice deadly calm as he grabbed the guy by the collar, pulling him close. The crowd around you froze, the music blaring in the background as Rafeâs knuckles bled from the punch heâd just thrown.
The guy stumbled, trying to mumble something that sounded like an apology, but of course, Rafe wasnât done. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that sent chills down your spine.
âRafe!â you shouted, pushing through the frozen crowd to get to him. âLet him go!â
But he barely heard you. His focus was locked on the guy, like he was two seconds ago from throwing another punch. It took Topper and Kelce rushing over to pull him off before things escalated any further.
The guy backed away, rubbing his jaw, his eyes wide with fear. âI-I didnât know, manââ
âI donât fucking care. Get out of here!â Rafe yelled, cutting him off, his chest still heaving with rage.
You watched as the guy walked away, his tail between his legs. Your attention shifted to Rafe, who turned on his heel and headed towards the stairs. You followed him with your eyes as he ascended until he disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs, shutting the door behind him.
You glanced around, searching for Sarah. When you spotted her you waved to catch her eye. She looked over, and you mouthed, âIâm going to check on Rafe.â Sarah gave you a quick nod.
With a deep breath, you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way upstairs, the noise from the party fading into the background as you reached the top. The hallway was quieter, the air heavier. Without hesitation, you headed straight for the door you saw Rafe disappear behind. You didnât even think to knock; there was no need for formality between the two of you. It wasnât in your nature to tiptoe around Rafe, not when youâd known him your entire life.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He glanced up when you entered, surprise flashing briefly in his eyes before it was replaced with that familiar guarded expression.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, âWhat the hell is your problem, Rafe?â you told him, crossing your arms on your chest. âYou canât just go around hitting people!â
He stood up, glaring at you. âHe deserved it,â he shot back. He turned away from you, pacing the room like a caged animal. âDid you hear the shit he was saying to you? You think I was just gonna stand there and let him talk to you like tha?â
You sighed, frustrated but not entirely surprised. This was Rafeâimpulsive, overprotective, and always ready to throw a punch when it came to you. âYeah, I heard it, Rafeâhe was talking to me. And I couldâve handled it. I donât need you acting like my knight in shining armor.â
His head snapped up at that, and he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. âReally? You think you couldâve handled him? Because from where I was standing, he wasnât taking no for an answer.â
You huffed, shaking your head. "Thatâs not the fucking point! You always do this. Youâre always trying to play the hero when no one asked you to." You met his gaze with a hard stare of your own, refusing to back down.
Rafeâs eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he stepped even closer, closing the distance between you. His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "Maybe Iâm not playing. Maybe I actually give a damn when some asshole thinks he can talk to you like that."
His proximity made the air between you feel charged, and you had to fight the urge to step back. Instead, you held your ground, your heart pounding in your chest. "And maybe you should learn to pick your battles instead of flying off the handle every time someone so much as looks at me the wrong way," you shot back, your voice just as sharp as his.
His lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no humor in itâjust frustration. "Pick my battles?" He echoed, his voice low and dangerous. "Like you would ever let me. Every time I try to protect you, you act like itâs some kind of personal offense. Like Iâm doing something wrong by giving a damn about what happens to you, Y/N."
You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter across your chest. "Because itâs not about me! Itâs about you needing to feel like youâre in control of everything. You canât just punch your way through life, Rafe."
"Itâs not about control. Itâs about not letting anyone treat you like that. Iâm not gonna stand by and watch it happen. Not when itâs you."
For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. You sighed, the fight slowly leaving your body. âYouâve always been like this, you know?â you said, your tone softening just slightly. âEven when we were kids. You were always ready to defend me.â
His expression softened, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âYeah, well, some things donât change.â
You shook your head, biting back a smile. âYouâre impossible, Rafe Cameron.â
He let out a low laugh. âYeah, Iâve heard that before.â
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. The anger between you was fading. He infuriated you, but deep down, you knew his heart was in the right placeâeven if he had a habit of making things way more complicated than they needed to be.
Rafeâs eyes lingered on yours, the tension still there but different now. He stepped closer again, but this time, there was no anger in his movements, just something more... deliberate. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "You looked good tonight, by the way."
Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you met his gaze with a smirk of your own. "Youâre just now noticing?" you teased, though your voice came out softer than you intended.
"Trust me, I noticed the second you walked in."
You cleared your throat, breaking the intense moment between you two. âLet me see your hand,â you said, trying to refocus on something else.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk creeping back onto his face. âWhat? Worried about me now, princess?â
âHardly, but youâre a mess and someoneâs gotta clean you up before you bleed all over Topperâs sheets.â
He grinned, stepping back slightly and letting you grab his hand. His skin was warm under your fingers, and you tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened as you turned his hand over, inspecting the damage. His knuckles were raw, a few cuts oozing blood.
You glanced around the room, spotting a small bathroom attached to the guest room. âSit down,â you ordered, nodding towards the bed. Rafe didnât argueâsurprisinglyâbut the amused smirk never left his face as he sat down, watching you with that intense, unblinking gaze of his. You walked over to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet until you found some bandages and antiseptic wipes.
When you returned, Rafe had leaned back against the headboard, legs spread slightly, his arms resting on his knees like he was waiting to be entertained.Â
âHold still,â you said firmly as you sat on the edge of the bed beside him, gently taking his injured hand in yours.Â
"Careful," he teased, his voice low and husky. "I might start thinking you actually care."
You shot him a quick glare, your eyes narrowed. "Or maybe I just donât want to deal with your whining if this gets infected."
He chuckled, the sound deep and almost... seductive. "Trust me, Iâm not the whining type. You, on the other hand, love getting under my skin."
You ignored his comment, though the corners of your mouth twitched in amusement. âHere you go, telling lies. Unlike you, I am responsibleâsomething you wouldnât understand.âÂ
Rafeâs smirk widened, his blue eyes locked on yours as you worked. âYeah? Is that why you spent half the night trying to avoid me?â He tilted his head. âYouâre terrible at it, by the way.â
âMaybe I was avoiding you because I knew youâd do something stupid. And look, I was right.â
âSo, you were watching me all night, huh? Didnât realize I was that distracting.â
âMore like I could sense the chaos coming from a mile away,â you shot back, the corner of your mouth twitching despite your best efforts not to smile.
âAdmit it, youâd miss me if I didnât cause a little chaos.â
You snorted, playfully nudging his good shoulder. âMiss you? I think my life would be way more peaceful.â
He gave a dramatic sigh, clutching his chest with his uninjured hand. âWow. You really know how to wound a guy. If I wasnât already bandaged, Iâd need another one for my heart.â
You smirked, shaking your head. âPlease, Rafe. Youâve got an ego the size of this entire house. I think your heartâs just fine.â
He chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement. âMaybe. But you like me this way.â
âOh, do I now?â You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âAnd what makes you think that?â
Rafe leaned in just a little more, that teasing grin still plastered on his face. âBecause, no matter how much you complain, youâre always right here. Taking care of me. Telling me Iâm an idiot. Itâs kind of your thing.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, though the sass in your voice was playful. âItâs called charity work, Rafe. I should be getting paid for dealing with you.â
He laughed, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back up. âOh, Iâll pay you back. Trust me.â
You tilted your head, giving him a sly smile. âYeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that?â
Rafeâs grin widened at your challenge, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He shifted a little closer, the air between you growing even more charged. âOh, youâll see, princess. But youâll have to be patient. I know thatâs not your strong suit.â
You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you leaned back on the bed, crossing your legs. âPatience? With you? Thatâs asking for a miracle, Cameron.â
He chuckled, his hand resting just beside your thigh. âMiracle? More like a blessing. Iâm the best thing thatâs ever happened to you, and you know it.â
You shot him a look, narrowing your eyes playfully. âBest thing? Donât flatter yourself. Youâre like a stray dog that keeps following me around, begging for attention.â
Rafe smirked, leaning in so his face was closer to yours, his voice dropping low. "And you love the attention. Donât act like you donât.â
âPlease, the only thing I love is the peace and quiet I get when youâre not around.â
He let out a mock gasp, putting a hand over his chest. âOuch. Again.â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head. âDramatic again. Besides, you can dish it out, but you canât take it.â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, that cocky grin never leaving his face. âMe? Canât take it? You must be thinking of someone else, sweetheart. I can take anything you throw at me.â
You leaned in a little, matching his energy. âAnything? That sounds like a challenge.â
He tilted his head, his blue eyes locking onto yours, full of playful intensity. âIt is. Go ahead, try me. Whatâve you got?â
You pursed your lips, pretending to think for a moment before smirking. âAlright. How about this? For starters, youâre predictable. Every time something doesnât go your way, you throw a tantrum or a punch, like youâre still a spoiled little boy.â
Rafeâs smirk didnât falter, if anything, it grew. âPredictable? Thatâs rich, coming from someone whoâs always acting like she doesnât care when we both know she does.â
âOh, please,â you scoffed. âI donât care. I just know how to deal with your dramatics.â
âRight. Thatâs why you followed me up here, bandaged my hand, and now youâre sitting here flirting with me,â Rafe said, his tone smug.
You blinked, caught off guard for a second. âFlirting? Donât confuse taking care of your stupidity with flirting, Cameron.â
He leaned even closer, his lips just inches from yours now, his voice a low, teasing whisper. âOh, so this isnât flirting?â
You bit your lip, fighting the heat rising in your cheeks. âNo. This is me being nice because youâre too dumb to take care of yourself.â
âSure it is,â he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made your heart race. âYouâre really bad at hiding it, you know.â
You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. âHiding what?â
Rafe grinned, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. âHow much you like being around me.â
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre delusional. Iâm just here so Topper doesnât kill you for bleeding all over his stuff.â
âUh-huh,â Rafe replied, his thumb lightly tracing circles on your thigh, the gesture casual but full of tension. âAnd Iâm sure youâd leave the second Iâm patched up, right?â
You blinked, but your voice didnât waver as you answered, âAbsolutely. As soon as Iâm done here, Iâm out.â
âReally?â His eyes sparkled with challenge, his breath warm on your skin. âThen why havenât you left yet?â
You faltered, trying to keep your cool, but his proximity was intoxicating. âBecause... You needed help for your hand and I couldn't let you be miserable.â
Rafe chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. âAlways gotta get the last word, huh?â
âSomeone has to,â you shot back, but your voice was quieter, less sharp as the tension between you both thickened.
He watched you for a long moment, his gaze intense but soft at the same time. Then, with that infuriating smirk still on his face, he leaned back slightly. âAlright, Iâll let you win this round. But donât think I didnât notice how close you got just now.â
You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed. âI was checking your hand, not getting close to you.â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night, princess,â he teased, watching you as you walked toward the bathroom to put away the bandages.
You turned back to him, shaking your head with a smile. âYouâre annoying.â
âAnd yet, you keep coming back,â Rafe quipped, standing up and stretching.
And he was rightâŚ
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hiii! iâve never requested before but as iâm stalking *tehe* your account- OMG U WRITE SO GOOD BSFR
can i request something like a cosplayer!gf x soobin? yk heâs such a weeb & a nerd, i js know he would love a cosplayer gf (not only âcause i do cosplay lmao). Maybe some smut-ish?
TYSMMM, i hope u take the request babes <33
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DREAM RECALL Soobin knows that he should feel ashamed, but he can't help it. He wants nothing but to see his girlfriend completely ruined before him.
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pairings soobin x cosplayer!gf warnings perv!soobin, masturbation (m), vaginal fingering, overstimulation (f), dacryphilia, unprotected sex + creampie, teetering on the edge of dub-con at some points, soobin calls reader "bunny", reader wears bunny ears !
#serene adds â hii omg tysm eek that makes me super happy to hear >.< I tried my best, I'm not a cosplayer myself so I might've gotten some things wrong, but I think it's such a cool thing to be able to do ! this might not be exactly what you wanted, I think I got a little carried away, I hope it's still an enjoyable read nonetheless :3
It was really no secret that Soobin liked your cosplays. How he would so often brag about his girlfriend who could transform into just about anyone. Not to mention the several times he watched you get ready with big fascinated eyes as he asked you tons of questions, or went out of his way to buy you the things you needed. So no, it wasnât exactly a secret that he liked it. Well, maybe a little, maybe he hadnât told you just how much he really enjoyed it.Â
Some of them were fine, the costumes that made him giggle, the ones that were unique and funky. But some made his breath catch in his throat as he shoved a pillow over his lap. The flimsy short dresses, the tight tops, the jewelry that dangled from your neck. Even the fluffy bunny ears you once put on made him rethink his morals. â He doesnât know how to approach it, if he should say something, or just keep quiet. Would you be disgusted with him or would you be just as turned on? He didnât know but the thought was slowly eating him away.Â
You didnât exactly make things easier. Always sauntering about in your revealing costumes, making his dick strain uncomfortably in his briefs as he tears his gaze away. He knows that you love what you do, catching you smiling and laughing as you edit your videos, always excited to talk about your next costume. Soobin doesnât want to ruin something you hold so dearly just because of his perverted mind. Yet he canât help but replay the scene in his head, over and over until his hand moves down his pants on its own.Â
Short fluffy skirt bunched up over your stomach, your tits bouncing in rhythm with each harsh thrust of his as your bottom lip quivers, big bunny ears flopping down the sides of your face as your dainty nails claw at his arms. â Fuck, Soobin knows itâs bad. So why canât he stop?   Â
Things get no better when you call out for him that evening, your squeaky voice echoing through the walls of your apartment. He gets up from the couch, dragging his feet over to your shared bedroom, pushing the slightly ajar door open before his eyes almost shot out of their sockets. â âCan you help me zip this up?â You whine as you struggle with the zipper of your short dress. The lacey material was just the kind that immediately got his mind reeling and Soobin fumbled for words before eventually nodding, awkwardly stumbling inside the room.Â
His big hands are clumsy on your back as he twists at the locking mechanisms of your garment, his brows deeply furrowed as he tries to get it right. âM-Maybe itâs brokenâ, you huff, making a small grimace as he tugs at the costume. Soobin only shakes his head, âno itâll workâ, he mutters, intent on seeing you in the skimpy piece of clothing. And at last he does get it, heaving a small sigh he takes a step back as you admire yourself in the mirror.Â
âThank you, babe!â You chirp, rushing to give his cheek a small peck before setting up your phone. âDo you wanna watch?â â Your innocent question sends blood straight to his groin and he has to blink twice before comprehending your words. âIâŚsureâ, he nods, moving to sit by the edge of the bed, securely out of view from your camera.Â
You had explained multiple times how you filmed your content, lip syncing to different songs and sometimes having full on dialogues. But Soobin finds himself unable to focus on anything besides how your tits moved as you redid take after take, huffing when you got something wrong as you pulled at the colorful wig on your head.Â
His eyes are glued to the way the dress slides up your thighs, frowning as your hand wraps around the fabric to pull it down again. He bites the inside of his cheek, shifting uncomfortably on the plush mattress as he watches you bend forward to mess with the settings on your phone, your soft tits almost spilling out of the tight costume. â He knows that heâs done for if you turn around right now, and he swallows, fingers curling around the blanket beneath him.Â
He should leave, actually he should probably have left right away, but his greedy mind just couldnât say no. It takes everything in him to tear his gaze from you, quickly removing himself from the bed as he heads for the door, though your voice makes him freeze in his tracks. âWhere are you going, Binnie?â He can practically hear the pout on your lips and he has to bite back a small groan. âJust the bathroomâ, he mumbles, hoping that you wonât catch on to how strained his voice had become.Â
Your obliviousness is endearing as you give a small âokayâ, and the immense wave of guilt washing over him is almost unbearable. Yet his demanding arousal wins him over and as soon as the bathroom door shuts behind him does his hand slip past the hem of his sweats. â Letting his head fall back against the cool tiles, Soobin exhales as his fingers wrap around his aching cock, groaning as he tugs on it. No matter how hard he tries not to, the image of you in the room down the hall clouds his vision.Â
It wasnât like it was unwarranted, right? You were his girlfriend, so why did he feel so shameful over jacking off to the silly little costumes you wore? But the thought of confronting what he thought to be a bizarre kink, felt almost worse than jerking it off in secret. Youâd probably be disgusted with him, Soobin thinks so at least. And thatâs the last thing he wants.Â
He takes a cold shower after that, trying his hardest to scrub away the shame and the guilt. It never worked. He feels just as hot when he steps out again, almost like he was running a fever, an incurable one. â You ask him about his sudden disappearance at dinner but he merely brushes it off. And youâre so naive, believing every single word passing his lying lips.Â
Not even when heâs balls deep inside of you that night, thick cock ramming into your throbbing cunt, can he get the thoughts out of his head. His mind works overtime as it conjures image after image of you all dressed up for him, your makeup smudged by the tears that streamed down your face as he brings you to orgasm after orgasm. â Only snapping out of his haze when your whiny voice pierces the air, âB-Binnie, sâtoo much!â â âFuck, sorry Bunnyâ, the petname slips out without him thinking twice and it isnât until he catches your small frown that he realizes his mistake.Â
âYouâve never called me that before..â You sound hesitant and Soobin stills inside of you. âAh.. No I suppose I havenâtâ, he huffs, clearing his throat rather awkwardly, âif you donât like it I-â â âNo, I do.â He blinks, unmoving as he swallows, did he hear that right? The tiny confirmation sends him spiraling and he reconnects your lips in a kiss, thinking, hoping, that maybe heâd be able to get just a step closer to what his twisted mind desired.Â
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Sometimes it was almost like the universe liked to pull pranks on Soobin. Or maybe it was karma? It had to be one of the two, because he nearly drops his phone as you come skipping down the hallway, dressed in nothing but a fluffy skirt and a cute sparkly top. â You immediately begin rambling on about the character youâre portraying as you twirl before him, modeling the look. But Soobin isnât listening, in fact heâs barely heard a word youâve said, even as his gaze trains on your glossy lips. You always did your makeup nice, but today you had gone all out, pink cheeks matching the shadow around your eyes, and he couldâve sworn you used something akin to glitter on the tip of your nose.Â
âDo you like it?â You wonder, twisting the flimsy skirt between your fingers as you await his response. Soobinâs eyes find yours, wide and curious meeting his lustful and near pleading ones. Thereâs really only one thing he can say. â âYou should put the bunny ears on.âÂ
You frown, the confusion is evident on your pretty face as your pink lips part. âThe bunny ears? But they donât even have anything to do with this costume, silly!â â âI know.â He shrugs, feigning nonchalance but the way desire swirls behind his gaze surely gives him away. You bite the inside of your cheek, appearing almost conflicted as you rock back and forth on the sole of your feet. âBinnie, donât you thinkââÂ
âI thinkâ, he interrupts, shifting against the sofa before he continues, âthat you should put them on and go lay down on our bed.â â Your jaw slacks as your fingers, previously tangled up in your skirt, drops to your sides, sure you were used to Soobin being commanding but this was something completely new. Then your eyes drift to the bulge in his pants, wondering how it couldâve passed your notice before, and you nod, slowly turning on your heel as you head for the bedroom.Â
Soobin lets his head fall back against the couch with a soft groan. Running a hand through his hair, he slowly considers what he was about to go through with. But not before long does he get up to head after you. â The door is ajar, letting him catch a glimpse of the bed before he pushes it open. He finds you perched on the mattress, knees tucked under you as you fiddle with the fluffy ears on your head. When you see him entering you immediately make a move to lie down, visibly gulping as he reaches the bed in three long strides.Â
This was far from anything the two of you had done before. You supposed that some might even call your sex life a bit vanilla. While it wasnât something you had given much thought, Soobin most definitely seemed to have as he looms over you. â You looked so pretty, so perfectly put together, and he wanted nothing more than to see you ruined.Â
His large hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the pink hues as he sends you a loving look. âGorgeous bunnyâ, he murmurs, pulling your plump bottom lip down, your sticky gloss smearing all over his thumb as he pushes it inside your mouth. Heâs pleasantly surprised when you eagerly swirl your tongue around it, coating his finger in your saliva. You keep your eyes on him the whole time, the small eye contact makes his cock practically jump in his pants and he retracts his thumb with a grunt.Â
Eagerly he hikes the fluffy skirt up above your stomach. The cotton panties you wore underneath were nothing special, you hadnât exactly planned for things to take such an intimate turn but Soobinâs breath still catches in his throat as his fingers trace the lining. â âSo softâ, he exhales, hand dipping inside the thin garment as his long fingers slide between your folds, making you suck in a sharp breath as your teeth latch onto your painted lip.Â
Driven by the fantasies conjured in his far too imaginative mind, itâs almost as if heâs taken on a completely different persona. The uncharacteristic look in his eyes makes you throb against him, his saliva coated thumb skimming over your clit, has you crying out as he quickly pushes a finger inside of your clenching hole. â He wants to ease you into it, take it slow, like he usually did, but thereâs something urging him on today. Desperate to see you ruined by his hand, Soobin quickly adds a second finger, not slowing down as he hears you wail, cute nails practically ripping the sheets apart as your thighs twitch.Â
His free hand tugs your panties down, leaving them by your knees as he grows impatient, his attention returning to your slick core; watching intently as your arousal trails down the back of his hand. Soobin was a gentle lover, he loved taking his time as he watches your face morph into pleasurable expressions, he loved hearing your small gasps and moans as he slides himself inside of you before gently picking up his pace. But none of that lingers today. Â
Neither the shame nor bashfulness exists within him any longer. He canât bring himself to care when you look so pretty beneath him, whimpering as you orgasm around his fingers, his name falling from your lips like it was second nature. â âN-No sâtoo much!â You whine as his fingers continue to spread your puffy folds, but Soobinâs too far gone already. âSâokay bunny, Iâm gonna make you feel so goodâ, he murmurs, planting a tender kiss to your forehead and you preen under him.Â
Sweat has dribbled down your face, causing your makeup to crease but Soobin only groans at the sight, his large hand feverishly working to free his throbbing cock from the confinement of his pants. â Your quiet cry when his tip meets your clit makes his chest swell as he lets himself become coated in the remnants of your previous high. âBinnieâ, the nickname makes him twitch as his gaze flickers up to meet yours. Your bottom lip wobbles, short pants emitting from deep within your throat and your eyes are wide. Fuck you look gorgeous.
Soobin thinks he might come the second he slips past your wet folds, your overstimulated cunt sucking him in like never before and you whimper at the stretch of his thick cock. He starts out slow, like he usually did, though his restraints quickly snap as his pace becomes near unbearable. His eyes focus on the way your tits move with each thrust, their rhythmical bounce as they strain against the sparkly top makes him groan as he increases his force. â He traps one of your floppy bunny ears between his fingers, feeling the soft material against his open palm before he tugs on it, making you whine as your back arches off the mattress.Â
âPrettiest little bunny Iâve ever seenâ, he grunts, his hips slamming against yours with such force that you let out a small hiccup. Your hands move to his shoulders, pretty nails digging into the flesh there as you meekly nod, jaw slacking as you blink up at him. â His thumb is on your lips again, except this time heâs smearing your pink gloss across your cheek and chin, wanting you to look nothing but ravaged when heâs done with you.Â
He can tell that youâre having a hard time keeping up, the tears welling in your eyes a clear indicator. âS-Slow down, Binnie!â You sniffle, your grip on his upper arms becoming near deadly. And any other day he wouldâve complied in a heartbeat, scooping you into his arms as he coddled you, but he needs to see you ruined, he canât stop now. â The first droplet to fall from your eyes makes him let out a strangled noise as his cock twitches deep inside of you. The ones that follow manage to smear your perfect makeup, leaving streaks on your pink tinted cheeks.Â
Your quiet sobs are interrupted by breathy moans as his index and middle finger swirls around your throbbing clit. âHnng, Iâm g-gonna.. p-please let me..â Your incoherent pleas only make his mind spin, adding to the sensation of having you completely wrecked before him. His large palm against your tear stained cheek is near trembling as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. âSâokay bunny, Iâve got you.â He presses reassuring pecks to your face, covering you in his love as he feels you clench around him, pulling a sharp hiss between his gritted teeth as you finish around his cock.Â
Once the wave of intense pleasure subsides youâre left a whimpering mess as Soobin abuses your spent cunt, using it however he pleases as he thrusts into you without showing any signs of slowing down. â You looked so perfect like this, your once pretty costume completely disheveled all thanks to him. Your mind is nothing but a hazy fog as you gaze up at him, letting him have his way with you because youâre nothing but a dumb bunny, his dumb bunny.Â
He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, making sure to fill your pretty little cunt with as much of his seed as possible, preserving it by slowly fucking his soft cock into you despite your wails. â âYouâre okayâ, he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to your sweat covered neck as he slumps against your chest. âSo perfect for meâ, he sighs as he leans up to catch a glimpse of your face. He finds a small grin playing on your lips, making his heart flutter almost agonizingly as he props himself up to place a kiss to that very smile.
Such a perfectly dumb bunny, he thinks. Â
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do u think you could write something about reader faking an orgasm and then abby finding out n she is maaddd đ
itâs okay if not tho !â¤ď¸
I can absolutely try !! I hope what I wrote is somewhat close to what you were envisioning but either way, I hope you enjoy <33
Warnings - basically the ask, essentially porn with no plot therefore it's not written with any specific AU in mind so feel free to interpret it into whatever one you want, smut (MDNI), tribbing, unintentional edging, faking a orgasm, lowkey kinda awkward at the beginning, overstim, oral & fingering r!receiving, praise, abbys just a sweetheart who wants to take care of you
this is also definitely longer than it shouldâve been but oh well
"fffuck baby you feel so goodâ
Abbys on top of you grunting and whining as she grinds her wet pussy across yourâs and youâre also whining underneath her with furrowed brows however, unlike Abby, you canât seem to reach that peak you so desperately want and need.
No matter what you try to do in an attempt to gain more friction whether it be grinding up into abby or trying to follow her movements, you only receive light grazes when abbys clit drags against yours which keeps you pent up and frustrated. And it definitely doesnât help that your focus is off as your mind is crowded with the stress of midterms. All you want to do is have sex and cum with your girlfriend, but by the looks of it, that just wont be happening, and youâre too nervous to tell her.
Finally, Abby lets out a long drawn out string of curses and quick breaths as she leans down to lay on top of you as she orgasms and you feel her cum dripping onto your cunt and the feeling makes you let out a whine.
Abbys still grinding against you kisses along your neck and you can hear her whimpers and see her legs shake from overstimulation but you know she isnt gonna stop until you finish, so mentally you apologize to her for what youâre about to do and let out a series of faux high pitched whimpers moans and curses and grind up into her, hoping that she wont focus on it enough and just mistake her own juices as yours and that your moans are convincing enough.
But Abby knows you. She knows exactly what you sound like when you finish, she knows how your clit twitches and hole squeezes around nothing, your sloppy attempts at getting a few last bits of friction in, and she knows that whatever it was that you just did, definitely wasnât real.
Abby quickly sits up and positions herself over you with her arms on either side of your head and youâre trying your best to avoid her confrontational gaze.
âbaby?â
You respond with a quick âhm?â before finally looking at her, trying to make yourself appear as innocent as possible.
âdid you just.. fake an orgasm?â
âwhat?! n-no of course not why would you-â
âdonât you dare fucking lie to meâ
You swallow thickly. You knew she could see right through you and her assertiveness always made your facades crumble. So after a few seconds of silence and her pointed eyes staring right into yours you finally break
âokay i did im sorry! im just too distracted and i didnât wanna ruin it for you and because i know how overstimulated you get and you wouldnât stop until i came and-â
You rambled on and on explaining it to her and then she started⌠laughing? You stopped talking,suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed and exposed.
âbaby its okay, i just wish you wouldâve told me, i just gotta make it up to you nowâ
Your brows furrowed at the last part of her sentence
âmake it up to me how?â
â fuck right there! â
Abbyâs tongue plunged in and out of your cunt, occasionally stopping and reaching up to circle or suck on your clit, she had already made you cum beforehand letting you grind up and down on her thigh, allowing you to get the friction you were so desperately craving, leaving you fucked out yet still begging for more.
Your moans and curses bounced off the walls as the noises abby made while eating you out as if you were her favorite food, and if Abby was honest, you might as well be.
âabs shit donât stop mâ gonna cum im so close please donât stopâ
Abby hummed in acknowledgment and sped up her pace, earning an extremely loud whine from you and you ground onto her face in an attempt to bring you to your peak sooner.
Within seemingly seconds youâre thighs were squeezing around abbys head so tight she almost couldnât breathe as your orgasm crashed into you, although she wasnât complaining. Your hand instinctively tugged on her messy braid, causing her to groan into your core, and the other you slapped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans and curses.
She slowed her movements and your thighs and hands loosened up. Eventually she stopped and you started to catch your breath, assuming she was done but it hitched when you felt her fingers curling up into you.
âi know baby just one more âkay? you can handle that right sweet girl?â
You nodded your head responding with a mumbled âcan handle it absâ which made her smile. She sat above you now, her eyes focused on watching how your cunt squeezed around her fingers as she pushed the remnants of your previous orgasm back in.
You felt that same bubbling feeling in your core embarrassingly quickly. You tried to tell abby through broken whines and curses, wrapping your hand around her wrist even, but couldnât seem to get the words out as your brain was beginning to short circuit and your body began to twitch due to the overstimulation.
âshh i know baby go ahead i got youâ
Not too long afterwards your legs shook and abby felt you squeeze around her fingers so tightly she could barely move. She leaned down and kissed you gently as you succumbed to your orgasm. the kiss was sweet and sensual, a stark contrast to the shocks being sent through you as she rubbed your clit.
Eventually every little thing became too much to handle and you brought your hand up to her chest to gently push her off. Abby sat up and removed her fingers, smiling as she admired her work, licking you off her fingers and leaning down to give you a quick peck on your lips, allowing you to taste yourself, before smiling against them
âtold you iâd make it up to youâ
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Haunted House
Ghost yan x ghost reader
TW: suicide mention
ââââââ
It was with curiosity you stared out the window. A car had pulled up in the drive way. Through the car windows you sa two adults and three children in the backseat. Well, it was definitely not a maintenance company then. It always bothered you so when they came and meddled with your house; though it technically didnât belong to you anymore you still considered the building as you home, and prison.
You watched as the kids ran out of the vehicle to inspect the house. You had to admit, they were rather cute. Before you hadnât really thought about having kids and werenât sure if you ever would, but now you found yourself wondering if you would have made a good mother. One always ponder about the choices out of oneâs reach.
They seemed happy, the family of five. Perhaps you would be fine with them around.
âWhat are you thinking about, dear?â A voice interrupted your dazed thoughtfulness as your mood instantly soured.
âNothing so you can leave.â
The man behind you sighed. âDo you always have to act like this whenever Iâm around?â
You couldnât bring yourself to look back at him, fearing that the sight of him would send you into a frenzy. âI do when youâre the one who ruined my life.â
âRuined your life? We were happy together, in fact, I remember you telling me âI promise to love you even in deathâ but I guess that doesnât apply, not with the way you treat me.â
You nearly gasped at his audacity. The nerve some people had!
âWhat? Are you actually serious right now- you canât be? The way I treat you? You want to talk about the way I treat you? You killed me!â You shouted.
You had turned around now. Your eyes took in the handsome man you had once called the love of your life. Despite the hatred for true actions and pain he caused you, a small part of you still felt something when you looked at him. Maybe it was affection? Maybe it was the anguished feelings of a happy life that could have been? You werenât sure.
He stilled for a moment before speaking again. âI know, and I am sorry it had to go that way-â
âHad to? You werenât forced to do anything. At least take responsibility for your actions!â
âI wouldnât have had to do it if you had just stopped flirting with those other men.â It seemed like it was his turn to become angry. âDonât think I didnât see how you looked at them, how your eyes lit up when you saw someone you very clearly fancied.â
âOh my- weâve been over this a hundred times, they were just coworkers nothing more. Besides, they have wives and kids of their own!â
It didnât matter how much you insisted, your (ex)husband did not relent in his accusations.
âThat doesnât mean theyâll be loyal. You have no idea what a treasure you are, many would do anything to get to have you.â The man twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, entranced by your beauty.
âOh, like you, you mean?â You fired back.
âStop that.â He said. âI donât want to fight with you, weâve already done enough of that. I did what I had to do and nothing will ever change that. Now weâll be together for ever, even in death, just like we promised each other at the altar. I wouldnât have it any other way. I hope that one day you will understand how deep my feelings for you go and see things from my perspective. I love you, I really do.â He turned to leave you to your lonesome. Before he left, he told you one final thing, âNo one else will adore you as much as I, especially now considering no man will ever see you besides me. Youâre nothing more than a ghost after all.â
The tear threatening to escape earlier finally welled up. You cried and wiped your eyes with you cold, dead hand.
ââââââ
Just as you had imagined, the family did bring you a new sense of happiness. Whilst not exactly ideal, watching over(spyin on) the parents and the children made your days more fulfilled. They brought laughter and fun back into your undead life.
Unfortunately you werenât able to look out for them unless they stayed in the house. It was a real pain in the ass, not being able to leave the building. If you could, you would have left decades ago- much to your (ex)husband/ dismay. You suspected he was relieved to find that you were both confined to your place of death. It meant you couldnât leave him, which was his goal the entire time. He got what he wanted in the end.
After stabbing you out of jealousy, you died in his arms, crying and demanding answers to why he would hurt you. When you (surprisingly) woke up again, you were in the same position you had been when your life drained out of you. Your man was clutching you tight to his chest and he was stroking you hair. At first you had believed it was all a dream, then you thought you survived the whole thing. He was still petting your hair and rambling on how he loved you and how he would rather die than be separated from you. You hadnât expected him to be so literal.
You were shocked when you had pulled away from him, only to discover a second version of him lying unmovingly on the floor next to you. Then you noticed the pool of blood spilling out from his neck, and the knife he stabbed you with in his hand. With disbelief you glanced back at the âlivingâ version of him. He smiled somewhat solemnly at you as you took in his too-pale skin and the large scar he had on his throat.
You tried not to think about it too much. No matter what he did, you would never forgive him for taking your life away from you because of his irrational fear of you cheating on him. Well, it was impossible for you to leave or cheat on him now. You were the only ghosts in the house and didnât have the ability to take even a small step outside the front door.
Instead of spending your days avoiding him as usual, you now followed the family around the house. Mostly the children of course. They had the habit of getting into trouble whenever their parents werenât around. You had forgotten how many times you had saved them from tripping or bumping their heads. You were lucky you could touch things in the real world for a short second. You couldnât before so you assumed it was because you were a young and weak ghost back then.
The whole babysitting act also appeared to bother your husband, which you relished in. You remembered one day when he approached you after the family had left for the grocery store.
âDonât you think youâre spending an awful lot of time with those children?â
âI like them so I donât mind.â You answered and continued staring at the drawings they made that afternoon, right before begging called to get dressed and meet by the car.
âWell, I donât think itâs right for you to do the parents job.â He sneered.
Rolling your eyes, you said, âLike I said, I donât mind.â Your wanted to leave it at that but your (ex)husband had other plans.
âSweetie, I will be honest; I believe your getting too attached to this family, itâs not good.â
You sent a glare in his direction. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWhat I mean is I think you should let them be. Theyâll eventually move on whilst youâll be stuck here. I donât want you to get hurt.â
You scoffed at the audacity he had again. âA little late for that, donât you think? This is the only source of happiness I have, donât take anything more from me, please.â
âI donât make you happy, then?â He asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
You could look him in the eye, choosing silence. He grumbled something incoherent. After another long minute of silence, he sighed. He did that a lot these days, you thought.
âAlright, my love. Continue to look after these living people if it brings you joy, but remember, it wonât last forever. I will be here when youâre done.â
Once more he left you alone to look out the window. Despite your will to disagree, you knew he was right. These people- this family- they were all still alive. You were not. Your time was over, your life stolen from you. It was only a question of when theyâd leave. Until then, youâd be their guardian in this haunted house.
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ppl don't talk abt the hook in hazels nose enough for me .. esp in the scenes at the huntingdon game.. u picking up what i'm putting down?! đŞđŞđŞ
âŚhave you been reading my mind???? (that little bump is the only thing rattling inside my brain)
something about that bump in her nose, so perfectly arched, simply begging for someone to sit on it. and who are you to deny yourself of that?
neither could Hazel, which is how you ended up on her bed, class work long since forgotten beside you both. her lips move quickly against yours, warm hands holding your face closer to her. sheâs straddling your hips, while you lay underneath her, propped up on your elbows.
suddenly your hands dig into her hips, pushing her so sheâs laying down comfortably on her pillows, and your hips are now pinning hers down. she grins against your lips, never one to dispute you being on top of her.
you disconnect your lips for a brief moment, allowing you and Hazel to catch your breaths, smiles adorned both of your mouths. she notices the way your gaze falls down to her perfect nose, and when your eyes flash up to her blue ones, she knows exactly what she needs you to do.
âfuck-sit your pussy on my face babe, i need itâŚâ Hazel lets out shyly.
your jaw drops slightly at her words, never expecting her to have been so forward about asking you what to do. and fuck, was it making you wet.
a grin forms on your lips, and Hazels chest begins to rise and fall faster at this look on your face. you lean back down to reconnect your lips to hers, hands reaching up to harshly grab her face, pushing her lips to work against yours.
âiâm gonna cum all over your face Hazel, absolutely suffocate you,â youâre both giggling into each others mouths at your words, her hands grabbing at your thighs to undo the button of your jeans. her nimble hands are so soft and gentle as she helps you take them off, leaving you in your damp panties and a tank top. youâre not wearing a bra, a d your nipples are piercing the thin material, showing Hazel how eager you are for her.
âgod youâre a sight for sore eyes,â her own eyes are dilated, watching as you move your panty-covered cunt over her stomach.
âyeah? talking about yourself?â you tease, sending her a small wink, settling down so youâre resting on her toned body.
you let out a small moan when you feel her abs flex under your covered clit, and gasp out suddenly. sheâs thrusting her hips up slightly, both jolting your clit, and pushing you higher up her chest, leading you right where she needs you.
you tear your tank top and panties off of you, leaving you completely naked for Hazel, pussy dripping just for her. she licks her lips, eyeing your cunt thatâs so wet and messy, just the way she likes it. you look her in the eye when you hover your pussy over her nose, asking for her permission one last time.
you canât even let a word out, before her arms wrap around your thighs, forcing you onto her face, letting out a loud moan when she tastes your slick on her tongue.
Hazel sees you throw your head back when her tongue circles your clit, and grins against your pussy thatâs almost crying for her from how wet you are. your hands paw at your own tits, pulling softly on your nipples.
her eyes close, breathing in your scent and taste when your hips beging circling on their own as you ride her tongue. your clit is bumping against her nose, sliding up at down it, that damn bump stimulating you in a way that has your thighs clenching around her head.
âgod Hazel, keep going,â you let out, sentence nearly ruined by a moan when her tongue dips into your hole for a second.
âdonât plan on stopping baby,â she smiles up at you from between your thighs, nose bumping against your clit.
your hands reach down to grip onto her brown locks, pulling her face closer to where youâre soaking. Hazel lets out more moans than you at the feeling of her hair being tugged, another sign that sheâs making you feel good.
you canât help your hips from bucking upwards when her tongue circles your hole, starting to thrust in and out while you pull her hair to keep her head steady so you can ride her face. your poor clit is jutting against her nose, giving you that much needed push you closer to your orgasm.
âHazel..iâm gonna cum, i canât hold on just -uhhhh- keep going,â you whimper out, head thrown back again when you clench around her tongue.
her head moves in synch with your hips, trying to bring you to your first orgasm of the night. your thighs are closing in so firmly around her face, and youâd almost be scared for your girlfriendâs lack of oxygen, but you look down and see her dazed eyes solely focused on her tongue inside your pussy, which has been dripping down her face the whole time.
her hips are bucking into the air, her own pussy clothed and neglected, her only goal is making you cum as many times as she can on her face. because god, never did she think someone would want to actually sit on her nose.
with a final lick on your pussy, and a bumping of her nose on your clit, you cum with a shout of Hazelâs name, and a harsh tug of her hair. your cum drips from your pussy, onto Hazels tongue, which hasnât stopped its movements to ride you through your orgasm.
your hips still, breaths coming out slower as you finish coming down from your high, looking down at Hazel. her normally alert eyes are hazy, definitely pussy drunk as they flicker between your fucked out face above her, or your pussy thatâs still fluttering, now empty and missing her tongue.
âthatâs it baby, you did so good,â she praises, closing her eyes momentarily.
you slowly climb off her, slightly embarrassed when you notice how wet you made her face. her nose, mouth, chin, and even neck are dripping with your cum and slick, but all you can really pay attention to is the smile she wears on her lips.
you settle for sitting back on her abs, slightly grinding your overstimulated clit on her muscles. your hands are still carding through her soft hair, running your hands through the strands to soothe any pain caused when you were pulling.
âif you ever wanted to do something like that againâŚjust know iâd totally be into that,â sheâs already back to joking, eyes sliding shut at your soft fingers massaging her head.
âmmm, iâm definitely taking that suggestion, but for now baby, i think itâs time i pay you back. hmm?â your hand slides down her chest and stomach, muscles flexing underneath them, until your hands reach the waistband of her pants, fingers reaching down until theyâre toying with her panties.
âmaybe this time, you can sit on my face.â
god bless Hazel Callahan, and her fucking sexy nose.
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real me, real you - psh
pairing. sunghoon x fem!reader (ft. jay... sorry)
synopsis. Youâre your schoolâs popular pretty smart girl, but with a twist - you lead a completely different life at home, where you are messy, lazy and foul-mouthed. Only your family and best friend Sumin know about this, until Park Sunghoon, of all people, finds out. The resident cold and arrogant heartbreaker of your school decides to blackmail you into doing his biddings - but you canât say no, not even when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, otherwise heâll ruin your reputation. But as you and Sunghoon get closer, you realize that maybe heâs not so bad after all, and you may be more similar than you'd originally though - all while your old childhood friend Jay watches from the sidelines.
genre. fake dating, high school au, very slight love triangle action, fluff and angst
warnings. this is the first thing i ever wrote so there may be slightly cringe and awkward things but i didn't wanna change anything lol, hoon is a meanie at some point and everything is dramatic and very fanfic-y, mild childhood trauma for both of them <3
word count. 22.9k
author's note. @end-hyphen genie this one is for you... i hope you still like this fic after all this time lol ! as i said in the warnings i only changed a few typos and punctuation from the original but i decided to not make any major changes bc i think it's nice to see what my writing was like when i had just started out!! hopefully i've improved lol, also this was not inspired by true beauty!! i've never seen the show nor read the webtoon. i was inspired by two mangas called switch girl and kare kano (or his and her circumstances) which have this plot of a girl being two different people at school and at home. anyways hope u guys enjoy this and if u do pls lmk <333
Nobody was supposed to find out.
You were the most popular girl in school, known for your looks, good grades, and kind personality. You had a nice group of friends and the whole school at your feet, students and staff alike. As the student representative, you had an image to keep up and needed everyone to think you were perfect; and they did. So you always wore a smile on your face, kept your head up and made sure your uniform was creaseless, all while maintaining the highest scores in your year. Always being friendly to your peers and helping them out prevented anyone from thinking you were a stuck-up goody-two-shoes. You made high school look like a breeze.
But such a life didnât exist. Who was happy waking up at 6 a.m. every day and dedicating all of their time to schoolwork and student life? You certainly werenât. What you thrived off of was having everyone think you were. Hearing whispers in the corridor of, âSheâs so pulled together!â or âI wish I had her lifeâ, now, those skyrocketed you to heaven. The cherry on top was a nod of approval from a teacher or an âoutstanding job again, Y/Nâ as they handed you back your graded paper. Your favorite color had become the red of the pens your teachers used to write A+ at the top of the page.Â
Youâd always been academically gifted, but as you heard those words more and more, youâd started craving them and doing everything to hear them again until they started controlling you instead of the other way around. Everything you did needed to be perfect. And that was how you had created this persona of the perfect girl who had it all together at the ripe age of 17. But thatâs exactly what it was; a persona.Â
As soon as you stepped off the bus and waved goodbye to your friends, you became another person. Or more accurately, you reverted back to your natural self. You werenât an evil person by any means; it wasnât your intention to actively deceive everyone at school, it was more of a side effect of keeping up appearances. Only your family and your closest friend Sumin knew what you were truly like: greedy, messy, short-tempered, self-centered, and sometimes downright insufferable. Your younger siblings, Sunoo and Yeeun, liked to joke that you had a button you switched on and off whenever you left the house. When on, you were the sweetest girl ever, but when off, all your vices crept up and let themselves known to the world, or rather to your family. You didnât mean to make them suffer, but after a long day of being perfect, you needed to blow off some steam; if they had to be your metaphorical punching bag, so be it.Â
When Sunoo entered high school, you made him swear he wouldnât say a thing to anyone. You trusted him and knew he wouldnât let your secret out - it was too entertaining for him to see you act perfect at school and reveal your true self at home. There was no risk of anyone finding out - you were so intent on keeping the act up that nothing ever slipped you. It had been that way since middle school, and your senior year of high school was going to be no different.
Nobody was supposed to find out, so what was Park Sunghoon doing right in front of you in the frozen aisle of the corner convenience store, just when you happened to be bare-faced, with thick glasses on and a pimple bright red from just having been popped, in your comfiest pajamas, and a tub of Ben & Jerryâs in hand?
âKim Y/N? Y/N, is that you?â
You froze in place, not knowing how to react. There was no way this, your worst nightmare, was actually happening.
When you regained your senses, flight seemed the best way out of this. You avoided Sunghoonâs curious gaze and curtly replied, âNo, sorry, I donât know who that is,â before walking away, iron grip on the ice cream.
But the boy was quicker than you and grabbed you by the wrist, forcing you to turn around. âIt is you! Come on, Y/N, arenât we friends? Do you not recognize me or something?â
If it wasnât for the panic coursing through your veins at that moment, you mightâve laughed at his question. How could you not recognize the Park Sunghoon? Along with Park Jongseong and Sim Jaeyun, or Jay and Jake as they liked to be called, he was only the most popular guy in your year - hell, in the whole school. The three of them had gained attention from freshman year as the three handsome soccer players. Jake and Sunghoon had been attached at the hip since kindergarten, Jay joining them sometime in middle school when he came back from his year abroad in Seattle.Â
Your parents and Jayâs had been college best friends and you two had therefore grown up together, and even used to be quite close. Youâd grown apart when he joined Jake and Sunghoonâs friend group, and although you still got on well, there was always a bit of an awkward atmosphere when you caught up with each other.
The three friends had quite different personalities but their complicity and shared history made them stick together. Jake was known for his academic achievements, rivaling yours, and his friendly personality; Jay, for his surprisingly funny antics once you got past the somewhat menacing appearance (which he blames on his resting bitch face). Sunghoon, on the other hand, was as cold as ice, so much that heâd earned the nickname of ice prince, but girls continued to swoon over him due to his incredibly handsome features. When turning down girls, Jake and Jay always tried to let them down gently, but Sunghoon wasnât one to hold back: heâd laugh in their face or straight up say no, staring them right in the eyes. Most confessions ended in tears (not his, obviously), but girls kept on testing their luck, thinking they might be the one to melt the ice princeâs cold, dead heart.
Clearly, you werenât Sunghoonâs biggest fan.
His behavior had always made you wonder why Jay and Jake were friends with a person like him. They went back a long time, but how did Sunghoon not become a nice and approachable person like his two best friends? They both seemed so genuine, but he looked like he was hiding something. This was what had made you weary of him; you knew all too well how easily an image that was the opposite of reality could be created. So on one hand, you sort of felt for him, thinking he might be in a similar situation as you. But on the other hand, you couldnât help but feel some kind of jealousy: if you acted the way he did, you wouldnât receive half the admiration you did. Hell, youâd probably be hated for it - no one likes a girl thatâs both successful and bitchy about it.Â
One thing was sure, though, and that was that you wouldnât call the two of you friends, as he just had.
âY/N? You okay?â
The pure panic in your eyes mustâve made Sunghoon realize something was wrong. He released you and looked you up and down, trying to take your appearance in. The Y/N he was seeing right then was worlds away from the one he was accustomed to at school.Â
You realized there was no ignoring him, so you collected yourself and faced Sunghoon. âUh, yeah, hi, Sunghoon. Sorry, I just wasnât expecting to see anyone I knew here.â
He chuckled. âYeah, no wonder. You look quite⌠different from what you usually do,â he said, voice laced with sarcasm.
This whole situation got you dumbfounded. You usually knew exactly what to retort when somebody messed with you, your friend or a classmate, but this time, you were completely speechless. You just wanted to escape.
âWell, it was nice seeing you Sunghoon, but I need to get home.â You pivoted on your heels and started walking again, but Sunghoon had other plans.
âAw, come on, so quickly? We barely got to chat!â He followed you through the aisles as you picked up the remaining ingredients on the list your mother had given you as quickly as you could.
âI didnât know you needed glasses. Do you wear lenses at school?â
âYes. I need them to see.â
âI figured.â You could hear the smirk in his voice, and your shock was slowly morphing into anger. Were teenage girls so blind that theyâd have a crush on someone with such an abominable personality, no matter how angelic his face was?Â
âI really like your outfit, by the way. Looks super comfy.â And as if your embarrassment couldnât grow any bigger, he added: âToo bad you got a stain on the shirt.â
You looked down at yourself and noticed a huge grease stain on the collar of your shirt. Admittedly, you didnât always have the best table manners.Â
You swore under your breath. It was quiet for a couple minutes as you arrived at the register and paid for your items, Sunghoon still on your tail. He had apparently given up his purchases to focus solely on tormenting you. When you walked out of the store, you thought he might finally be done. But of course, he wasnât.
âYou know, my sister has this really effective pimple cream she uses. Do you want me to ask her what brand it is?â
That was it. You sighed deeply. âAlright, Park. What do you want?â
When you turned to face him fully, arms crossing over your chest and an obviously tired expression on your face, the mischievous glint in his eyes made you realize something. That idiot was enjoying this.Â
Indeed, he beamed down at you. You had probably never seen him smiling so widely. âWow, Y/N, didnât know you could have such an attitude.â
You stayed silent and continued staring at him, waiting for an answer. He mirrored your pose, out of instinct or to irritate you, you werenât sure.
âYou know, when I moved to this neighborhood before the start of school, I was definitely not expecting to see Perfect Miss Y/N out in her pajamas buying ice cream. I thought you were more into, I donât know, rescuing puppies from fires or something. That sounds like something youâd do in your free time.â
âWell, is there anything wrong with what Iâm doing?â
âOh, absolutely not! Just a surprising sight. Makes me wonder what the rest of the school would sayâŚâ He looked intently at you, clearly waiting for a reaction. You werenât about to give him one, though.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes, shifting your weight on your right foot. âYeah, like anyone would believe you if you said you saw me looking anything else other than perfect.â It mightâve sounded arrogant, but that was the image people had of you. Even your friends asked you how you did it - if only they knew the truth.
At that, his smile got even brighter. âDonât worry about that, I wonât need to tell anyone. Iâll just show them!â He pulled out his phone, showing you a picture of you in your god-awful pajamas searching for your favorite flavor of ice cream.
He watched as your face fell, taking your silence as an opportunity to go on. âYou were so engrossed in the tubs of ice cream that you didnât notice a dashingly handsome and tall young man very obviously taking pictures of you.â
This put you into panic mode again. It might have seemed foolish, but you hadnât worked for years to create a perfect version of yourself only for a stupid boy to destroy it all with one picture.Â
You sighed and lowered your head, taking a moment to think. You didnât know Sunghoon that well, but you didnât put it past him to send that picture to everyone and ruin your image in the process. You opted for honesty instead of bluff. You took your glasses off and looked back up at him; even if you couldnât see him as well without them, maybe heâd see the despair in your eyes better.
âPark. I mean, Sunghoon. You canât show that picture to anyone, okay? You have no idea how bad I need to keep up appearances. Itâs really important to me, so just delete the picture and letâs never talk about this again, yeah?â
You tried smiling at him, but his expression infuriated you. You could tell he had something else up his sleeve. âNow, Y/N, why would I do that? If Iâm gonna do something for you, you should do something for me.â
You werenât sure if you wanted to hear the rest of his thoughts, but you needed to know. Eyeing him suspiciously, you told him to go on.
âWell, I canât think of anything right now, but Iâll let you know when I do, okay? Iâll see you around, Y/N.â He flashed another one of his smiles, patted your head, and walked away, just like that, leaving you standing outside the convenience store on your own, a melting tub of ice cream in your plastic bag. At least for now, you were safe.
Right?
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âYou saw Park Sunghoon? As in, the Park Sunghoon?â your little sister Yeeun asked, looking at you with huge eyes. You two and Sunoo were sitting on your bed, sharing the ice cream by eating it directly from the tub.
âYes, thatâs literally what Iâve been saying this whole time. How do you know him anyway? Youâre still in middle schoolâŚâ
âAre you crazy? Heâs famous in our whole school district! I wish we had cute boys in my school as well,â she sulked, pouting.
âThatâs not the point, Yeeun,â Sunoo chimed in, then turned to you. âWell, this is either bad news or the start of a beautiful romance.â
âSunoo! Take this seriously! Iâm in a huge dilemma right now.â
Your siblings shared a knowing glance and snickered.
âHey! Iâm right here. Iâm not overreacting, you know. If he does send those pictures around, Iâm done for.â
âOh, come on, Y/N, youâd be so much better off if you could be yourself at school. I see you there almost everyday, and the way you laugh always sounds so fake. Nobody would care if you forgot to put makeup on one day or had a crease in your shirt. If anything, itâd make you look more human.â
You could see where Sunoo was coming from, but you chose to ignore it. You sighed deeply. âYou guys just donât get it. They all see me as this perfect, put-together girl. If I showed them even a glimpse of the truth, everything would shatter. Itâs too late to go back now.â You ignored their pitying looks and took another big spoonful of ice cream.
It was their turn to sigh. As always, it was impossible to reason with you. Deep in your thoughts, you added: âYou know, there was something really off about him today. Iâd never seen him act that way before.â
Your siblings looked at you questioningly. âHeâs always so cold and distant towards everyone. Iâve only seen him smile when heâs laughing with Jake and Jay or when he makes fun of someone. But just now, he kept smiling at me like he was having fun. He even patted my head when he left.â
At that, Yeeun swooned dramatically, hands over her heart. You looked over at her and said, âIâd be swooning too if it was any other guy than Park Sunghoon. Iâm more confused than anything right now, he was a completely different person from when I see him at school.â
They exchanged another look. âYou guys stop doing that!â
âWell, itâs just that that sounds an awful lot like someone I know,â Sunoo replied. Realization hit you and you scoffed, mildly offended. At least you were nice to others at school and didnât act like an asshole with a superiority complex.
âAnyway,â he continued, âwhat will you do about Sunghoon?â
âIâm not too sure. I guess all I can do is wait and see whatever it is he could want from me.â
âYeah, do that, and then date him, please. If I canât have him as my boyfriend, then Iâll have him as my brother-in-law,â Yeeun joked. You didnât have it in you to retort anything back and started laughing along with her.Â
If everything did shatter, at least youâd have your siblings to make you laugh.
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The next day, you made your way to the bus stop after your daily morning routine: jogging, showering, eating a filling breakfast, choosing the perfect accessories for your school uniform, applying just the right amount of makeup and going over your subjects and tasks of the day. As always, efficiency is the key. You had become so used to this routine that your body did it on its own, which let your mind wander wherever it pleased. Usually, youâd use this time to prepare yourself for the day ahead, but today, the only thing on your mind was Park Sunghoon. What was that boy up to? Was he up to anything, or did you completely imagine his mischievousness yesterday? In any case, you hoped it would all be over soon.Â
You got on the bus and sat down next to Sumin. Your close friend group at school consisted of her, Park Sieun, Lee Heeseung and Choi Jiung, but she was the only one who knew about your secret. You had been friends for so long that you hadnât even been able to hide it: sheâd seen you from all angles, both before, during and after your transformation to who you were now. It was nice having someone else than your siblings to rely on and tell everything to.Â
âMinie, youâll never guess what happened yesterday. I ran into Park Sunghoon at the convenience store next to our apartment unit.â
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but her reaction wasnât as big as you thought itâd be. She smiled and said, âHuh! I knew heâd moved to our neighborhood, but I wouldnât have thought heâd live so close to you that youâd even shop at the same place.â
She registered your confused expression and continued. âDidnât you hear? He moved out of his parentsâ house at the end of summer. Something about a huge fight with them that made him move out. But there are always so many rumors about him and his group that I donât know what to believe.â
âOh,â you mumbled, unsure what to say. Now that you thought about it, Sunghoon had mentioned moving in your conversation yesterday, but you were so preoccupied with him seeing you in your wild state that you hadnât paid much attention to his comment.
âWait, did he do something? Your face is telling me he did something.â
You got closer to her face and gestured for her to do the same. With lowered heads and in hushed tones, you said, âHe saw me on off-mode.â
She gasped and jolted back in surprise, eyes wide and eyebrows shooting straight up. âWhat?â
You shushed her and pulled her in by her shoulders. âHe even took pictures.â Your grip tight, you held her from jumping again. âThatâs not even it. You know how he's always really cold and distant?â
âYou mean how heâs always being a douchebag?â She scoffed. âYeah, I know.â
You remembered that Sumin had been one of the first of many girls who shot their shot with Park Sunghoon, only to get rejected. You both grimaced at the memory that always left a bad taste in your mouth.
âHe was completely different yesterday. Kept following me around the store and, Iâm not sure, teasing me? Like trying to get a reaction out of me? In a weird half-friendly half-bully way.â
âHm, youâre right, that doesnât sound like him,â she mused. âIt does sound like a stupid teenage boy though, which I guess he is, no matter how hard he tries to pretend heâs not.â
This is what you loved about Sumin. She could see right through people, and never hesitated to say what she thought of them, especially when they acted the way Sunghoon did. Sure, there were some personal feelings attached there, but she had quickly gotten over them when she realized how much of a douche he was towards everyone else.
When the bus stopped to pick up some more students, Heeseung hopped on. You quickly told Sumin to keep it a secret, at which she smiled and made a motion as if zipping her lips and throwing the key. If you told your friends about Sunghoon, youâd have to tell them the truth about how he had dirt on you, but you wanted to keep your friendship clean. You chatted the rest of the bus ride away and tried not to worry over Park Sunghoon too much.
When you finally got to school, you, Heeseung, and Sumin made your way to your classroom to join Jiung and Sieun. Before you could get there, however, Jungwon, an underclassman you had talked to a couple times for student council meetings, called out your name. You told your friends to go on without you and turned to the younger boy.
âJungwon! Hi, whatâs up?â
He seemed flattered that you had remembered his name but quickly got on with his business. âUm, Iâm not sure why, but Sunghoon told me to come and get you? Iâve never talked to him, I think he just picked me randomly and assigned me a taskâŚâ
You sighed. Park Sunghoon truly was something. âThanks for telling me, Jungwon. Iâll make sure he gets an earful for this, he has no right to boss students around like that.â
Jungwonâs eyes doubled in size as he frantically waved his hands in dismissal. âNo! No need to do that, I donât want to get in trouble with him. Iâm just here to relay the message.â At that, he scurried off, and you headed towards Sunghoonâs homeroom.Â
When you walked in, a few people were in the room, some girls gossiping with each other, a couple students doing some last-minute revision for a test. You found Sunghoon sitting at his desk, snickering with Jay and Jake and hoped that the subject of their laughter wasnât you. They noticed you approaching and the two decent boys greeted you; the other one eyed you, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. What could he possibly have in mind?
âHi, guys.â You smiled at Jay and Jake and reflexively stood closer to Jay. âSunghoon, Jungwon said you wanted to see me?â you asked, trying to keep your impatience at bay.
âOh, was that his name? Well, thank heavens for him, âcause I forgot my lunch at home. Would you be a sweetheart and go buy me something at the cafeteria? You know how everything runs out as soon as lunch period starts, and I get really cranky when Iâm hungry.â
You stared at him, wide-eyed. His two friendsâ reaction wasnât very different from yours. Go buy him lunch? Thatâs what he wanted you to do?
âWhat? You donât want to? Thatâs too bad, cause thereâs a picture I think everybo-â
You cut him off before he could finish. âNo! Of course Iâll do it! Canât have our star player go hungry, now can we?â You cringed at your own words and Jay eyed you suspiciously. Sunghoon beamed, and Jakeâs eyes darted back and forth between the two of you in pure confusion. âUm, any preferences?â
His smile got wider. âA tuna mayo would be amazing. Thanks, Y/N! Youâre the best!â
âSureâŚâ you mumbled and quickly walked away, more bemused than ever. You checked your watch. You had 10 minutes before the first bell rang, and you could not be late for class, which meant you needed to hurry.Â
You got back to Sunghoonâs classroom just a minute before the first bell. To your dismay, the class was almost full, and girls had gathered around him, trying to get his attention, but he seemed unbothered by their presence. You braced yourself and walked towards him. As your presence rarely went by unnoticed, most eyes were on you and Sunghoon. Not only were you two some of the most popular kids in school, you also happened to be handing him his lunch, a never-seen-before sight between the two of you.Â
âI also got you banana milk, for good measureâŚâÂ
What had seemed like a great idea a few minutes ago, something to appease the devil in him, now felt like the biggest mistake of your life. The girls around him started whispering left and right and you werenât sure whether they felt bad for you, sensing an incoming rejection, or wanted to tear you to shreds for even trying.Â
The whispers grew even louder when Sunghoon took the sandwich and milk from your hands, thanking you with a smile. Youâd be lying if you said your heart hadnât done a small jump in your chest at that moment. As much as you hated to admit it, if looks were the sole factor for popularity, then you could definitely understand why Park Sunghoon was so loved. His face looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves. When his eyebrows werenât turned in a frown, his eyes looked almost sweet, especially when he laughed. His two moles gave him so much charm, the curve of his nose was so delicate and his pink lips looked so, so softâŚÂ
You cleared your throat and smiled back at him before turning around to walk to your own classroom.
âWait, Y/N!â
You turned back around, all eyes on you. You could feel Jayâs eyes burning holes into you. Sunghoon was still smiling. You thought youâd seen him smile more in the past two days than you had in all the years youâd known him.
âIâll see you later.â
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And indeed see him later you did. You always hung back a bit after classes ended to get homework done or work out student council issues. Being in an empty classroom brought you some peace and quiet, very different from the busyness and noise of your home. You couldnât even focus in your own room, your siblings or parents always barging in to disturb you. The after-school janitors now knew you by name and saved cleaning the classroom you were sitting in for last.Â
You had been barely sitting there for 5 minutes, nose buried in a math problem, when Park Sunghoon graciously strode in, swung the chair in front of you around and sat on it, arms crossed over its back as he peered at you. You didnât even bother to look up at him as you spoke. âWhat, Park?â
âOh no, back to last name basis already?â he joked. You didnât laugh. He cleared his throat awkwardly. âWow, tough crowd. Anyways, thanks for the sandwich today.â
This made you look at him. Or rather, shoot daggers at him. âYeah, what the hell was that all about? Did you have to pull that little stunt in front of everybody? You know what our school is like! Rumors are gonna start spreading like wildfire.â
âI already told you,â he said with a defensive tone. âForgot my lunch, everything was gonna run out, didnât want to get hungry later,â he said as he shrugged, completely ignoring the latter part of your complaint.
âAnd you couldnât have gone and gotten it yourself?â
He beamed. If it wasnât so damn beautiful, you probably would have started getting tired of his stupid smile already. âWhy would I do that when I could get you to do it?â
You sighed. âI knew you werenât the nicest guy, but I didnât know you could be such an asshole, Park.â
If you hadnât been staring him down so intently, you might not have noticed the falter in his smile, so quick it was.
âOh, come on, Y/N. If anything, Iâm doing you a favor by not sending out to everyone that picture you so desperately want to keep secret. Thing is, doing that wouldnât benefit me in any way, except for getting the satisfaction of seeing everybody realize youâre not as perfect as they think you are. Whereas holding it over your head allows me to do basically anything I want with you. And that, that is just so much fun,â he beams, lowering his voice into a whisper for the last sentence.
What a psycho, you thought. You just sighed once more and returned to your textbook, too weirded out to say anything back. You hoped the silence would make Sunghoon realize how creepy what he had just said was.Â
It was quiet in the room, only the sound of your pencil scratching your notebook could be heard. Sunghoon sat in the same position and watched you working. He often saw you like this, focused and benched over a desk, in the library or walking past your classroom. But it was always in passing, and looking at you so closely made all the worldâs difference. He could see how you scrunched your nose when the problem got particularly difficult, or how your smirk as you solved another one made your left dimple appear. He also liked the annoyed looks you gave him every once in a while, as if his presence was disturbing your focus. He wasnât sure what it was, but there was something about seeing someone who always went about their way with such purpose sitting in such silence.
He decided to break that silence. âYou know, Jay was asking about you earlier.â
You kept your eyes trained on your notebook but abruptly stopped writing, your pencil leaving a small scratch on the paper. This didnât go unnoticed by Sunghoon. âDid he?â you said, trying to sound as uninterested as possible, although you couldnât help but be curious. Ever since Jay and you had grown apart, there was always a part of you wondering what he was up to, how he was doing, if he thought of you once in a while or reminisced about the good old times as you sometimes did.Â
âYeah. I mean, everyone did, but I didnât really care,â he answers simply, and even though youâre itching to push him to say more, you stay quiet. âYouâre right, by the way, I do know the people in our school. The rumors have already started spreading. Up to you whether you wanna deny them or not, though,â he said with a smirk.
âDonât even think about it, Park. Thereâs not a chance in hell Iâll let them think we have a thing going on. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.â
He chuckled. âTrust me, I know. Anyway, he wanted to know why you did that for me. Guess he was jealous you didnât do it for him, too.â
âWhy would he be?â you asked, trying to make the question sound as innocent as possible.Â
âWell, you two go a long way back, right?â he asked tentatively, as if testing the waters.
âYeah, I guess.â
âThen it was probably weird for him to see his childhood best friend and his best bro interacting out of nowhere, even though weâve both seen each other around a lot and nothing has ever come out of that. Donât you think?â
A beat passed as you thought about it. âYeah, I guess thatâd look weird to him,â you replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.
You quickly wrote down your last answer, packed up your things, and stood up. âWell, Iâm off now. Iâll see you around, unfortunately.â
Sunghoon, surprised at your quick departure, scrambled to get off his chair and chased after you. âDo you want me to drop you off? Iâve got a car, you know. Much more glamorous than the bus.â
You turned around and looked at him. âIâd rather get hit by said bus than get in your car, Park.â
He stood there, watching you walk away with a smirk on his face as your ponytail swayed from side to side. This was going to be a challenge. You were going to be a challenge.Â
Thing is, he loved a good challenge.
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Back home, you flopped down on your bed and buried your face in your pillow. You laid there for a few minutes, taking some time to gather your thoughts and try to understand Sunghoonâs actions. It was of no use; you werenât a mind-reader, and he seemed impossible to figure out. He could make you do basically whatever he wanted to, and he decided to make you get him lunch, creating rumors along the way? What could he possibly get out of that?
Your reflexions were quickly interrupted, however, by a flurry of incoming messages on your phone. Someone had posted a photo of you handing his banana milk to Sunghoon on your schoolâs Instagram account - because apparently, your school was so obsessed with gossip that they had created an Instagram page just for it. The photo had blown up among your peers and it made you wonder if people really were that bored with their lives.
People you barely knew but that felt entitled to knowing your relationship status were DMing you, asking about todayâs events. You quickly got tired of it, so you texted your worried and confused friends that you didnât feel like talking tonight and would catch up with them tomorrow. You opened your textbook, deciding that studying would be the best and most efficient distraction.
When your parents called you and your siblings for dinner, you still werenât feeling great. Your family quickly registered your annoyed expression and could only hope for the best. You already werenât the easiest to live with, but when you were tired, you just got a hundred times worse.
âSo, how was everyoneâs day?â your mom asked cheerily.
Yeeunâs eyes lit up instantly. âMine was great! I met a really cute boy. His name is Nishimura Riki and he just transferred from Japan.â
âOh, thatâs nice!â
âYouâre too young to be thinking about boys, Yeeun.â
Your mom and dad had replied at the same time, then gave each other a stern look.
âIâm not thinking about him, Dad, just looking,â your sister replied, earning a chuckle from your concerned father.Â
âMine was alright. I guess the start-of-a-new-year excitement has already worn off. After a week,â Sunoo said with a sigh.Â
Your mom turned to you. âWhat about you, Y/N?â
âIt was fine.â
The sharpness of your tone changed the atmosphere in the room at once. You ignored the looks your family exchanged and continued eating your food, eyes not leaving your plate.
For some reason, Sunoo thought itâd be a great idea to chime in. âSheâs not happy because she had to buy Park Sunghoon his lunch and everybody went crazy over it.â
âSunoo!â you protested. Your parents didnât need to know about this sort of stuff.
âPark Sunghoon? Is that someone weâre supposed to know?â your dad questioned.
Yeeun scoffed. âUh, heâs only the most popular and handsome guy at Y/N and Sunooâs school, dad. Duh.â
âRight. Duh,â your dad said, imitating your sisterâs tone.
âAnd why did you have to buy his lunch, Y/N?â your mom asked.
âBecause he saw what she looks like when sheâs not at school,â Sunoo said, not even giving you the chance to reply yourself.
âSunoo!â you scolded again.
âAnd now I guess heâs using that against her to get her to do what he wants? Right, Y/N?â
You glared at your brother and let a beat pass. âRight,â you reluctantly admitted.
âLuckyâŚâ your sister mused, expression like she was daydreaming about being Sunghoonâs personal assistant.
Your dad ignored your sister and looked straight at you. âThatâs inadmissible, Y/N. You canât let him do that.â
âYour fatherâs right, sweetie. Itâs not right,â your mom added when you stayed silent.
With everybodyâs eyes on you, you felt obligated to reply. âItâs fine. Itâs not like he asked me to do anything crazy. Iâm sure heâll stop soon enough.â
âYou know, boys that age, theyâll do anything to get a girlâs attention,â your dad warned. âJust ignore him and heâll go away.â
âIf she ignores him, heâll tell everyone what sheâs really like,â your brother explained.
âAnd whatâs so bad about that? Iâm sure itâd be easier if you stopped lying to everyone.â
Everyone suddenly stopped in their motions, wondering why your mom would say something so true yet so controversial. You looked up at her. âWhatâs so bad about that? Whatâs so bad? I donât know, maybe the fact that Iâve worked so hard all these years for everybody to like me and look up to me only for a stupid picture taken by a stupid boy to ruin everything,â you said all in one breath, voice coming out harsh. You were tired of having to explain the same thing over and over again - your parents just didnât understand why you did what you did.
Your mom opened and closed her mouth again, knowing it was useless trying to talk sense into you. It never ended well when you had this conversation.
âWho put mushrooms in this anyway? You know I hate mushrooms,â you said before filling up your bowl and taking it to eat in your room, making sure youâd slammed your door behind you.
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On the bus the next day, you tried to explain the events of the previous day to your friends.
âThereâs nothing really to it. He just asked me to get him lunch so I did, and when I handed it to him, his whole class was there and saw everything.â
âI get that, but I just donât understand why he made you do it in the first place, or why you agreed,â Heeseung said, âitâs so unlike the both of you to do something like that.â
You hadnât even thought to come up with an excuse for your and Sunghoonâs yesterday - your friends were definitely super confused, but you didnât want to tell them the truth, so you had to quickly find something to say that was somewhat believable, and change the subject.
âI have no idea why he did what he did, but I didnât want to cause a scene so I just agreed. I donât really care, to be honest, I just wish it didnât have such consequences. People seem to think weâre characters on a stupid Netflix coming-of-age series or something, when we literally just go to their school.â
As soon as youâd turned your phone back on this morning, it started pinging with all the messages that had flown in since last night. People were talking about it everywhere: Kim Y/N, highly sought-after bachelorette, had offered Park Sunghoon, notorious rejecter of girls and breaker of hearts, a sandwich and a banana milk, and he had taken them. Whatâs more, he had been seen at lunch heartily eating them. This was serious.
You didnât think things could get any worse until you got to school. You were used to random people coming up to you in the hallways or in class for help, except today they werenât asking for help at all - they were asking what was up between you and Sunghoon, as though handing him a tuna mayo was like asking for his hand in marriage. Most of them were just curious, but some, especially his fanclub members, had an aggressive tone to their voice, which you werenât used to. If people started liking you less because of Sunghoon, you were going to kill him.
But you had to hold onto that thought, because an all too familiar voice had suddenly called out to you on your way to class. You took a deep breath and turned around, watching him take long strides towards you. You immediately became aware of the amount of people in the hallway and realized you couldnât talk to him like you had the previous day in front of everybody. You mustered the fakest smile you could and greeted him.
âHi, Sunghoon. What can I help you with today?â
He smiled, obviously enjoying the fact that you had to be nice to him. âIâve got my sports bag because of practice later tonight. Mind holding onto that for me for the day?â
Your fake smile turned a bit crazy as your eyes widened in disbelief. "Donât you have a locker for that, Sunghoon?â
âYeah, but itâs so much more fun if youâre the one to hold it.â And with that, he threw the bag in your direction, leaving approximately 0.5 seconds to catch it. âIâll need that later today. Meet me in front of the locker rooms after school, yeah?â
He didnât bother to wait for your answer and walked away, Jake and Jay following closely behind. Jay sent you a questioning look, to which you could only reply with a shrug. If it wasnât for all the students in the hallway, you wouldâve been yelling Sunghoonâs ear off at that point. Unfortunately, that wasnât a possibility, so you just smiled to your friends who were looking more confused than ever.
âLetâs just go to class, guys.â
â
Throughout the whole day, you could feel people staring at you, then at the bag you were holding, then starting to whisper among themselves. You tried your best to concentrate in class so you could momentarily stop pondering over what Sunghoonâs evil master plan might be, but everyone seemed bent on making that usually simple feat impossible. When 3:30 p.m. finally came around, you bid your friends goodbye and headed to the boysâ locker room. Every boy walking in eyed you suspiciously, unsure as to what you could be doing there. Of course, Sunghoon had to take his sweet time to get there.Â
Staring at the opposite wall and planning Sunghoonâs murder in your head, you hadnât noticed Jay and Jake arriving. Jay signaled for his friend to go inside the locker room and told him heâd join him in a minute. He waved his hand in front of you to get your attention, a smile on his face. You sighed in relief at the familiar sight of your friend.
âHey, Jay. Sorry I didnât see you.â
âYou okay, Y/N? You look like youâre about to murder someone,â he said, slightly amused.
âIf only you knew,â you mumbled.
He noticed the bag in your hand. âYou waiting for Sunghoon?â
âYeah. If only he could hurry up a little bit. Iâve got stuff to do.â
There was something about Jay that made it impossible to lie to him. Maybe it was the fact that you had known each other for so long, way before youâd turned into what you were now, that made you feel as though showing a side of you that gets annoyed and impatient and doesnât smile all the time was okay.
Jay looked at his feet before looking back up at you. You were still staring at the wall but your murderous thoughts had somewhat calmed. âMind telling me what this whole thing with Sunghoon is about?â
You turned to him and were about to fumble for an answer when someone interrupted you. âWhat whole thing with me?â
Whew. Saved by Sunghoon. You didnât like that it was thanks to him that you could get out of answering Jay, but at least you didnât have to come up with yet another stupid excuse.
Jay turned his attention to his friend and stood up straighter. âYou know, making her get you lunch or hold your bag all day. Thereâs dozens of girls whoâd be more than happy to do that for you, so why Y/N? She doesnât have time for this stuff.â
You looked at Jay with surprise. Sure, you were friends, but you hadnât thought heâd defend you like that in front of Sunghoon.
âWell, Y/Nâs just such a nice, reliable person. No one better to ask to do those things.â What a reason, you thought. He turned to you and took the bag from your hands. âThanks, Y/N. Iâll see you outside in a couple minutes.â
âHuh? What do you mean? Iâm leaving,â you said, body already headed towards the other direction.
âWhat? You canât leave before practice has even started. Go to the benches outside, weâll be out in a few.â
You were about to open your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. âYou donât want to?â He started pulling out his phone. âThatâs funny, because thereâs a pict-â
âIâll be on the benches! See you soon!â you quickly said, pushing the two boys inside the locker room, Sunghoon smirking, Jay looking at you in utter confusion.
Girls sat in a few different groups in the bleachers. You recognized the girls in one of those groups, so you decided to sit with them. As you approached, they quickly looked at each other and then back at you, expressions half-friendly, half-what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here.Â
âHi guys! Mind if I join?â
âHi Y/N! No, of course not, come sit,â Jakeâs girlfriend, Yujin, said.Â
âAre you guys here to watch practice?â
âYeah! Iâm here on girlfriend duties for Jake. These two are just here for the eye candy and to keep me company,â Yujin explained.
âYeah, but mostly for the eye candy,â added her friend Wonyoung.Â
âWhat about you, Y/N? Iâve never seen you here,â asked the last girl, Gaeul.
âOh, um, Sunghoon asked me to come, actually.â You regretted your words as soon as youâd let them out. They all ooh-ed at your response, making you blush, which just egged them on. This was nothing to blush about, Y/N. Youâd just made the rumors get a hundred times worse with one sentence.
âThe whole schoolâs been talking about you two, you know. Anything you wanna share? Donât worry, we can keep a secret,â said Wonyoung with a wink. You chuckled awkwardly.
âOh my gosh, yes, tell us!â
âGuys, donât make her uncomfortable,â Yujin chimed in, smiling at you. You returned her smile, grateful, once again, that you didnât have to explain your new link to Sunghoon. âLook, practice is starting.â
You turned your head towards the field as the soccer players started doing laps as per the coachâs instructions. Your eyes immediately drifted towards Sunghoon without you even realizing it. His lean figure hypnotized you. The last time you had had PE with him was in freshman year, and puberty had hit him like a fine, fine truck. You couldnât take your eyes off of him as he lightly jogged next to his friends, chatting like it was nothing. You werenât being very subtle with your stare and he eventually noticed you, sending a wink your way. This made you snap out of your reverie and you scowled at him, as if he could make out your annoyed expression from such a distance. You turned back to the girls, who were giggling at you.
âWow, those were some serious heart eyes you were giving him, Y/N,â Gaeul giggled.
You opened your mouth in mild shock. âWas not!â
âSure, whatever you say,â she replied knowingly. âWell, look all you want. Warm-up is the best part. It gets boring when they actually start playing.â
âNo way! Watching them play is my favorite part,â Yujin disagreed.
âYeah, thatâs cause youâve got someone to root for,â retorted Wonyoung. She looked at you slyly. âWell, I guess Y/N does, too.â
You scoffed. âBelieve me, I will not be rooting for him.â
You started staring at him again, this time with a glare in your eyes. From their silence, you deduced the girls mustâve judged it a better idea to not question you too much. After the boys were done with running exercises and stretching (which you had enjoyed watching a bit too much, if you spoke truthfully), they started playing. The coach split the boys into two teams, Jay leading one and Sunghoon the other. It was a very close game. You could never tell who was leading, although that might have been due to your extensive lack of knowledge in the sport. All you knew was that you desperately wanted to see Sunghoon lose; that might put him down a peg. What you told yourself, however, was that you wanted Jay to win. So when he scored a goal, you surprised the girls next to you, the boys on the field and yourself as you jumped up and down, cheering for him. Realizing what you were doing, you quickly sat down and sent him an awkward thumbs up.
Jay tried to hide it, but he was blushing. Hard. Truth be told, he had noticed your little eye contact moment with Sunghoon during warm-up and hadnât particularly enjoyed it. So seeing you cheer for him like that made him swell with pride, which only grew when Sunghoon scored and you barely reacted.Â
When the game was over, you thought you might be able to finally go home and start studying. But Sunghoon had other plans for you, as always these past couple days. Heading towards the showers, he motioned for you to come down from the benches. As you did, Jay walked past, and you smiled at each other.
âGood game.â
âThanks, Y/N.â He continued walking as Sunghoon reached you.
âWhat about me? I scored a goal, too.â
âOh, did you? Didnât even notice," you said, looking at your nails. The polish was starting to chip - youâd need to reapply a layer tonight.
âWhatever. Wait for me, yeah?â
âWhat? No! I gotta go home!â But your protests were in vain, as he completely ignored you.Â
You waited outside the school with Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul. After a little while, Jake, Jay and Sunghoon joined you guys, having successfully showered and not smelling of sweat and dirt, thank God. Yujin was dropping her boyfriend and her friends off, so they bid their goodbyes and headed towards her car. Sunghoon and Jay also started to walk towards the parking lot, leaving you standing alone, not sure what to do. Sunghoon turned around and looked at you with a frown.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI donât know, what are you doing?â
âIâm dropping you and Jay off.â
âOh,â you mumbled, taken aback. âDidnât know I was just supposed to guess that.â
As soon as Sunghoon started to drive, you noticed the awkward air between the three of you. Luckily, after years of being a people-pleaser, you had become somewhat of an expert in making small talk, which helped prevent a silent ride. You donât think you couldâve gone through that without a mental breakdown.
Because you and Sunghoon lived closer to each other (and we all know the consequences of that), Jay was dropped off before you. âIâll see you guys tomorrow at school,â he said before giving you a last glance.
âBye, Jay.â
âSee you, bro.â
Thankfully, you only lived a couple minutes by car from Jayâs and hoped the rest of the car ride would be peaceful. Which was really stupid of you to hope for, because you were in the car with Park Sunghoon.
âSo, Park Jongseong, huh?â he said, eyes trained on the road in front of him. Even though he was trying to keep his tone light, you thought you detected a slight harshness to his gaze.
âWhat about him?â
âI donât know, you tell me.â
âThereâs nothing to say. Weâve just been friends for a long time.â
It was silent for about five seconds. âYou really feasted your eyes during warm-up, huh?â
âShut up, Park.â
âNo, itâs alright, I get it. Iâd do the same.â He laughed at his own joke that wasnât really a joke. Why was he laughing, anyway?Â
You looked at him. His face was so different from all those times youâd seen it at school. His eyes, rid of the harshness youâd seen earlier, crinkled at the edges and had an amused glint in them. His smile dug pretty dimples into his cheeks and you let your gaze linger long enough to notice he had sharp, vampire-like canines, which were surprisingly cute. You didnât know why he was showing you a side of him he never showed anyone, except for his close friends, you assumed. You werenât sure what overcame you, but you chuckled with him.Â
âSo, do you already know what task youâre gonna give me tomorrow?â you asked, genuinely curious.
âHmm, havenât really thought about it yet. Iâd rather keep it a surprise, anyway. Keep you on your toes.â
âPfft. What a great surprise.â He laughed again, and you couldnât help but join him. He was unusually giddy that day, but you didnât want to complain. This was a thousand times better than the arrogant Sunghoon with his Iâm-better-than-all-of-you facade. What you didnât know was that he, too, liked your snarky, no-nonsense side infinitely more than the model student, pretty girl persona you had created for yourself.
Finally at your house, you got out of the car and headed to your house after waving goodbye to Sunghoon. He rolled his window down and leaned out of it.
âY/N?â
You turned around. âYeah?â
âAbout your task tomorrowâŚâ
ââŚYeah?â
âIâm sure youâll love it.â He gave you an umpteenth wink, rolled his window back up and drove off.
You werenât so awful to your parents and siblings that evening.
â
The next day at school, you were wondering why Sunghoon had said you would love your task. Because you were, in fact, quite loathing it. He had found you studying during your free period after lunch and dragged you to the part of the library where it was okay to talk a bit over whisper level. You were currently going over a scene in The Tempest which you had seen in AP English Lit last year and clearly had no time for. But obviously, that wasnât a problem to Sunghoon, who just wanted to get a passing grade on his English essay without putting in too much effort.Â
After twenty minutes of going over the same five lines, you were about to give up. âLook, Sunghoon, I donât mind helping you. Iâve tutored dozens of students before so Iâm used to it. But youâre not making any effort! If you want to get it, you need to at least try.â
âBut itâs so boring,â he whined, not unlike a child. âHow am I supposed to find any meaning in this? Itâs just stupid people doing stupid stuff on a stupid island.â You cringed at his words and hoped Shakespeare wasnât listening in on this conversation.Â
âItâs not stupid. Itâs about power, and being punished for chasing it, and itâs a metaphor fo-â
âUgh!â he groaned loudly. âYou know what, I donât care enough about this. Just write the essay for me, okay?â He got up and left, again not waiting for your answer. You wanted to protest, but you know what would happen if you said no to any of his requests, so you just quickly got to work.
Everyday over the next couple of weeks, Sunghoon would find something for you to do. Most days, heâd just get you to buy him lunch (although he thankfully had started paying you back) or carry his stuff around like the first two times. He didnât ask you again to tutor him, however, so you had gotten used to sitting in an empty class together after class, you doing his homework for him and attempting (and failing) to explain it to him, and him alternating between playing on his phone and looking at you. Although itâd flustered you at first, not used to having someone stare at you while you were trying to concentrate, youâd grown somewhat okay with it - all of your complaints were ignored anyway. One time, he even got you to work on his science project with him, a weirdly-shaped volcano he needed to paint and decorate before actually putting the chemicals in. Youâd be lying if you said it hadnât been fun painting it together, occasionally âaccidentallyâ getting paint on the otherâs hand or cheek instead of the volcano.Â
You went to see him at practice two to three times a week, although you werenât sure what use that had for him. If anything, you were probably the one who enjoyed yourself more. Perhaps, after being forced to spend so much time with him, you had started to soften up to him. And, perhaps, that made you appreciate his good looks even more. You couldnât deny the effect his damp hair, stuck to his forehead with sweat, had on you.Â
The rumors hadnât died down, but people had started getting used to seeing the two of you together around, so they didnât ogle their eyes at you everytime you and Sunghoon had some kind of interaction. Not liking that you couldnât control peopleâs opinion of you anymore, you were still a bit bothered by them, but Sunghoonâs little posse of fangirls didnât seem to be. Theyâd been the one to question you the most, and you got a few nasty looks in the hallway, but the gossip around school hadnât stopped them from keeping on following him around, harassing him from morning to afternoon by going to his homeroom at breaks, sitting at a table near him at lunch, and going to see him at practice. Their group had dwindled down, though; most likely, some of them thought you two might be dating and had finally realized they didnât stand a chance with the one and only Park Sunghoon. Thank God you had your friends and now sometimes Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul around you during those times, otherwise, youâd probably have been jumped. Spending so much time with him had kept you a couple times from your friends, which theyâd complained about, but sensing that they couldnât do much about it, they let you be, even though they hadnât gotten a satisfactory explanation yet.
One person who didnât want to, or rather couldnât let it go, though, was Jay. He still couldnât figure out why youâd started spending so much time with Sunghoon, seemingly overnight, and it created an unpleasant, sour pit in his stomach. Out of all the people you couldâve decided to form a new friendship with, whyâd it have to be his best friend, meaning he saw you more often now than before, but not because he was the one you had come to see? Why did you never get him banana milk for lunch, and whyâd you only start coming to soccer practice because Sunghoon had asked you to? Heâd tried to ask both of you about it, but you always gave him half-assed excuses that didnât make much sense.Â
He realized what he was feeling was jealousy the day you came into their homeroom before the first bell rang and asked Sunghoon how his science project had gone. Youâd never asked him how his science project, or any of his projects or tests, for that matter, had gone. He recognized it as the same feeling he had harbored when he had come back from the US in middle school and saw you dating Choi Soobin, or when Lee Heeseung had joined your tight-knit group of friends in freshman year. You and Soobin had only dated for three weeks and a half because you had a relationship-terminating argument over mint chocolate ice cream, and you and Heeseung had never become more than friends, nor had the intention to. But Jay didnât care about that; all he saw was that there were boys around you that werenât him. He had never acted upon those feelings, dismissing them as over-protectiveness for someone he had known since forever, but seeing Sunghoon and you laughing together hit too close to home. He couldnât ignore how he felt because he was reminded of it everyday, but he didnât know what to do with these newfound emotions.
And whatâs the best thing to do whenever you donât know what to do? Talk to your friends. Or well, in this case, your friend. He didnât wanna talk about you to Sunghoon. He was a firm believer of bro code, but he didnât wanna bottle up his feelings like he had all these years. So he went to Jake and told him everything, from your childhood friendship to Soobin, Heeseung and now Sunghoon.
âI know itâs stupid. Itâs this whole clichĂŠ of, you only realize what you have when you lose it.â
âWell, you havenât really lost Y/N, you know. Itâs not like Sunghoon and her are dating.â
âI guess not, but he clearly likes her. Itâd be a dick move to go after her now that theyâve got something going on.â
Jake hesitated for a second, debating whether he should say what he was thinking, but ultimately deciding it might be better to do it. âYou know, Iâm not sure that he does. You know what Sunghoonâs like. Heâs never very honest about his intentions. I donât wanna bring the subject up with him, cause I donât wanna cause any drama, but itâs so suspicious to me that heâs suddenly spending time with Y/N when heâs never mentioned her all those years and when he rejects all these girls all the time.â
âI think itâs weird, too,â agreed Jay. âI just canât seem to figure it out. And Iâm a bit scared for Y/N, to be honest. Remember that girl in freshman year? Theyâd gotten along really well when he suddenly dropped her. I still remember his cold-ass stare when he turned her down. It even chilled me, man.â
âGod, yeah, I always forget about that. He may be a jackass to all those girls, but when you know what heâs really like like we do, it seems so unlikely that heâd do something like that.â
Jay sighed and looked out into the distance. âI just hope he doesnât hurt Y/N.â
Jake looked at his friend, thinking how to phrase his next sentence. âLike I said, I donât wanna cause any drama⌠but, man, if you donât want him to hurt Y/N, just donât let him. If you make a move on her, you might get to her before he does. Better to do that now than to have to pick up the pieces, donât you think?â
Jay mentally thanked the heavens for gifting him with a friend like Sim Jaeyun. âYes, that is much, much better.â
He was going to stop sitting on his feelings and finally let them see the light.
â
But before that, Sunghoon had another one of his requests for you. You were sitting together in an empty classroom after school as you often did these past weeks. For you, today was an ordinary day, but the boy in front of you had something else in mind. He wasnât saying anything but you could feel his nervousness and it was starting to make you feel anxious as well.
You lifted your head from your notes and looked at Sunghoon who seemed lost in his thoughts. âWhat is it, Sunghoon?â
This made him snap out of his reverie. âUm, nothing.â
âWell, seeing how youâve been tapping your foot at the speed of lightning ever since we got here, it doesnât seem like nothing.â You crossed your arms over the table and looked at him more intently, eyes asking him to tell you what was on his mind.
He sighed, giving in. âI was just thinking⌠thereâs something I wanna tell you.â
âGo on. â
âI need you to date me.â
Your breath caught in your throat. Park Sunghoon⌠needed you⌠to date him? Was he asking you out? The way heâd worded it was a bit odd, but you didnât put it past him.
Taking in your silence and wide eyes, he quickly added: âNot in that way! I, um, need you to be my fake girlfriend.â
Oh.
So he wasnât asking you out. You werenât sure why that made you so upset, but you tried to keep the disappointment out of your eyes and voice.
âRight,â you said, tone a bit harsher than youâd meant it to, âand why would I do that?â
Sunghoon smirked lightly. âWell, first of all, you donât have much of a choice.â You rolled your eyes at that. Itâd been a few days since the reason why you had started hanging out in the first place had come up, and you didnât like to be reminded of that god-forsaken picture.Â
âAnd second of all⌠I guess I should be completely honest with you.â This piqued your interest, and you leaned back on your chair to listen to him.Â
âWhen I saw you at the store and took pictures of you, I wasnât really thinking of doing anything. Maybe just get a laugh or two and tease you about it. I even told you outside the store that I didnât know what I was gonna do. To be honest, I didnât really think there was anything you could do for me that Iâd need to force you to do. So I thought about it all night. And I asked myself, whatâs the thing that pisses me off the most at school that you could change?â he looked at you expectantly, as if you could figure it out. You just shrugged.
âItâs those girls that keep following me around. All these years, Iâve acted like a giant asshole with them and still they think they have a crush on me or whatever. And Iâve never liked any of them, theyâre all so superficial and ask me out without having ever talked to me before. So I thought, hey, maybe if I have a girlfriend, theyâll leave me alone. Which is why I made you do all those things for me.â
âSo that theyâd think we were dating?â you asked, trying to take all this information in. Youâd sort of known it this entire time, but Sunghoon blatantly admitting heâd been using you hurt nonetheless.
âYeah. But obviously, you always denied the rumors, so it hasnât worked as well as I thought it would. It still did a bit though. So I think, if we take it the next step, and actually pretend weâre dating, it should really work. But I need your full cooperation on this, okay?â He looked at you, hopeful eyes and hands in prayer.
You sighed. As he said, it wasnât like you had much of a choice.
âPlease, Y/N? I really want them off my back.â
âFine, Park, Iâll do it. But this better be the last thing you make me do.â You couldnât help but sound cold. This made you rethink these past few weeksâ events. Were you the only one actually enjoying spending time together?
âThanks, Y/N. And yeah, of course. You wonât have to carry my bag or get my lunch anymore if you want. Maybe itâll be more believable if I do that for you.â
You had focused your attention back to your homework, wanting this conversation to be over as soon as possible.
âIâll also pick you up in the morning, so you donât need to take the bus.â
You hummed in response.
âUm, and Iâll also drop you off after school and after practiceâŚâ Sunghoon trailed, troubled by your silence. You hadnât been so cold since the first couple times you two had talked, and he hated the idea that that might be because of what he had just said. So he took a chance.
âYou know, Y/N, this doesnât change anything. I wouldnât have made you do all those things if I didnât like spending time with you. Youâre really nice to be around,â he admitted shyly.
You were far too flustered to lift your head and let him see your face. You just grinned and murmured, âWhatever, Park.â
â
Sunghoon kept his promise and picked you up in the morning. He called you at exactly 7:55 a.m., saying he was waiting outside and you rushed out of your house, piece of toast still in your mouth. In the car, you two went over what being in a fake relationship would involve.
âWe just need to be seen around together, right?â you proposed, hoping your lack of experience wasnât showing.
Thankfully, Sunghoon had no idea what being in a relationship, fake or not, entailed either. âYeah, I think. And maybeâŚâ he hesitated.Â
âMaybe?â you prodded, hoping he wouldnât (or actually would, but youâd never admit it) say what you thought he was about to say.
âI donât know, like, hold hands, and⌠kiss.â The last part had barely been audible, but youâd still heard it.
âKiss?â you echoed, voice almost a shriek. âI donât think we need to go that far, Sunghoon.â A little voice in your head was saying that youâd really like to go that far but you made it shut up.
He was blushing profusely but didnât want to drop the subject there. âAt least on the cheek, or something. We do have to make it believable.â
And there it was. The little sentence, reminding you none of this was real. Seemed like that was a pattern in your life.
You looked out the window. Sunghoon glanced over at you, cursing himself for always saying the wrong thing. He was trying so hard to drown his blooming feelings for you that he kept on hurting you in the process. This whole fake-dating plan was the perfect excuse for him to spend more time with you without having to come to terms with his feelings.Â
âCâmon, Y/N, itâll be fun. Promise.â He nudged your arm playfully, making you look at him. His smile was contagious; you could never help yourself but start grinning when you saw his face light up like that. Maybe heâs right, you thought. Maybe this wonât be so bad after all.
When you arrived at school, Sunghoon told you to wait for a second. He got out of the car and quickly walked around to your side, opening the door for you. You hated how your heart fluttered at the sweet gesture, reminding yourself it was just for show. The important part was that it fooled everyone else, and it did - as you took Sunghoonâs hand, letting him help you out of the car, and walked with him hand in hand towards the school gates, you could feel all eyes on you. You could hear whispers of see, I told you they were dating! and defeated no ways.Â
You realized you didnât care about what anybody might be seeing, which was a first for you. Youâd always made sure everybody saw you exactly the way you wanted to see them. As he was the most popular guy in school, dating Park Sunghoon at once helped your reputation and put you on many girlsâ bad side. But holding his hand, you felt as though there was some kind of barrier protecting you. Youâd never felt so exposed and so safe at the same time.
You noticed Jay standing next to the gates, looking particularly antsy. Heâd texted you that morning, saying there was something he wanted to tell you. Usually, youâd have stayed up, overthinking what that could be, but what with today being the day youâd announce yourself to the world (your school) as Park Sunghoonâs (fake) girlfriend, you had had other things to worry about. You gestured at Sunghoon towards Jay. Your friend only saw you when you were calling his name, standing right in front of him.
âOh, hi, Y/N! I-âÂ
He immediately cut himself off when he saw yours and Sunghoonâs interlaced fingers. Embarrassed, you took your hand out of your fake boyfriendâs, opting for holding onto his pinky instead, not realizing that it was a much cuter action that made one boyâs heart flutter and the otherâs fill up with sadness.
âThere was something you wanted to tell me?â you asked with a small smile.
âUh- yeah, but itâs not important, actually. We can talk about it later.â
âOh, you sure?â
âYeah, donât worry about it.â He returned your smile, hoping to make the situation less awkward. It was very obvious he didnât want to say whatever it was he needed to tell you in front of Sunghoon, which you had both understood.
Sunghoon spoke up. âRight, well Iâll see you in class, Jay. Y/N, Iâll walk you to yours.â And with that, he started walking, holding his friendâs gaze for a few steps. You turned back to look at Jay for a split second, trying to decipher what had just happened, but Sunghoon grabbed you by the waist, making you look up at him in surprise, and breaking Jayâs heart even further.
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Once Sunghoon and you got to your class, you felt as though you were in one of those movies where the boy drops the girl off at her house after their first date. Except that this was in a crowded school hallway two minutes before the first bell rang. What you had in common with that girl from the movie, however, was that you were freaking out over what your boy was going to do next. In the car, youâd ended up agreeing to a kiss on the cheek, but you hadnât realized it would be happening so soon.
As you two hovered around your classroomâs door, you looked at each other and giggled. Damn, you were selling this well. So well that if you could have ascended out of your body and looked at the scene as a third party, youâd probably have barfed all over yourself.Â
You were still holding his pinky. You could tell he was too hesitant to do anything now that you had reached the classroom, and so you mustered all of your courage, stood on your tippy toes and softly pressed your lips to his cheeks. (You were pretty sure youâd heard gasps around you.) Your courage went as fast as it came, and as realization hit you, you quickly squeaked âbye, Sunghoonâ and practically ran to your seat. The boy stood there for another second or two, hand going to his cheek where you had just kissed him. He walked happily to his own classroom, completely oblivious to the stares he was receiving.
Heeseung, Jiung and Sieun were looking at you in disbelief as you approached them. Sumin, on the other hand, looked like she had paid no attention whatsoever to the scene.
âY/N,â Sieun teased in a sing-song voice. âCare to explain what just happened?â
âDonât tell me youâve actually managed to make the oh-so-great Park Sunghoon fall for you?â Jiung asked jokingly.Â
You looked down in an attempt to hide your grin. You usually did that sort of stuff to appear humble when someone complimented you, but this time it was completely genuine. The mere thought of Sunghoon made you all giddy inside. âUm, yeah, he actually asked me to be his girlfriend last night.â
Your three friends gasped dramatically and Sieun pulled you into a hug, as if youâd just received an award of some kind. Heeseung and Jiung patted your shoulders, congratulating you.
âSumin? Did you know about this?â Sieun enquired, turning to your friend.
âWhat? Oh, yeah, Y/N called me last night,â she answered, briefly looking at you before turning back to her phone. Sieun looked at you, surprised, not understanding Suminâs reaction to what seemed like happy news.
You had indeed called Sumin the previous night, and the call had gone similarly to the way she was behaving this morning. Although you usually told her everything, this time, you didnât want to share the fact that you and Sunghoon were only fake dating. You found yourself actually wanting it to be true - and you thought itâd be easier to believe it yourself if everyone, including your best friend, did too.
âMinie! Iâve got some news,â youâd said as soon as she picked out.
âOoh! Hit me,â sheâd replied with as much excitement in her voice as you.
âSoâŚâ youâd started, already giggling. âSunghoonâs just asked me out. I havenât told anyone else, I wanted you to be the first to know.â
There was silence on the other end of the line. After a while, you added, âMinie, you still there?â
âHuh? Yeah, um, thatâs nice, Y/N, Iâm happy for you,â she said, not sounding happy at all. There was no trace of excitement left in her voice.
âYeah, thanks,â you replied, voice ten times smaller than a minute ago.
âIâm sorry Y/N, but Iâve got to go, my parents are calling me. Iâll see you tomorrow.â She hung up suddenly, giving you no time to say bye in return. You were completely confused. Was Sumin bothered by you and Sunghoon dating? Other than a reminder about his past behavior, she hadnât said anything when you two were getting closer. So what was wrong? Youâd hoped youâd find out the next day at school, but the way she was acting didnât help at all.
You snapped out of your flashback when Heeseung nudged you, faking a pout. âNot fair! Why did she get to know before we did?â
You forced a smile and said youâd known youâd see them the next day and thought it was better to tell them in person, and that you had just wanted to rant to someone quickly. Your teacher came in as the bell rang and everyone went to their seat. During class, you tried getting her attention so you could ask her if she was okay but she kept her attention on the teacher the whole time.Â
After that, as time went by, you kept up your charade of being the perfect student as usual, adding to that of being the perfect girlfriend to Sunghoon. Time with him passed by so quickly: you hadnât realized you were more than halfway through the semester until you needed to wear a thicker jacket outside and the leaves had started falling, covering school grounds in shades of brown. The plan had worked: he was finally left alone by his admirers. Sumin had stopped being weird after a few days, saying she had had some problems with her parents but hadnât gone into more detail. Everything was as great as it had ever been: good grades, good friends and a good boyfriend. Well, fake boyfriend, which you needed to remind yourself a bit too often, on the days Sunghoon didnât do it himself. You felt a pinch in your heart every time he said something like, âthereâs my fake girlfriend!â when it was just the two of you, or âgreat job today, Y/Nâ after dropping you off.
One day as you arrived home, Yeeun was waiting outside your house, trying to catch you red-handed. She dragged him inside by the arm and you panicked, not wanting him to see how you lived. But your messy room and invasive siblings didnât scare him off at all; on the contrary, he smiled one of the biggest smiles youâd ever seen on him, canines and dimples on display. Your mom made him stay over for dinner and it was probably the happiest dinner youâd ever had. The idea of bringing someone home and having them see your habits and odd family dynamics had terrified you for the longest time, but you felt so comfortable around Sunghoon that it felt as if he was part of your home as soon as heâd stepped foot inside. You didnât feel the need to hide anything from him.
After dinner, he helped your parents clear up the table and even washed the dishes, even though they kept insisting he didnât have to do anything. He had completely won them over. They sat at the table and watched you two laugh together in the kitchen. They looked at each other, knowing they were thinking the exact same thing: their daughter hadnât looked this happy in a while.
When you were done cleaning up, you two headed to your room under the pretense of needing to study.Â
âAlright, but keep the door open!â your mom had yelled after you, making you groan and Sunghoonâs face turn crimson red.
You really had planned on studying - there was a big test coming up and you couldnât afford to get a bad grade. When you got your physics textbook out, Sunghoon groaned in protest.
âWhat? You seriously want to study right now?â
You sighed. âI donât necessarily want to, no, but I need to. And so do you, may I add.â
âWeâre not even in the same physics class!â
âYeah, but we both have Mr. Cho, so I know youâre gonna have a test as well.â
He rolled his eyes and dramatically flung himself on your bed. âFine.â
When he didnât move for a few minutes, you guessed what he had meant was that heâd let you study but wasnât going to do it himself. But after ten minutes, he suddenly got up. âIâm bored to death, Y/N. The test isnât in another week. Show me what you do for fun,â he said, on the verge of desperation. It had only been ten minutes, but you felt bad having him over and not entertaining him.
âWell, I do have a SwitchâŚâ Sunghoonâs eyes widened in awe. âI guess we can play Mario Kart.â
He almost squealed in joy at that. You just chuckled at him, not knowing he was such a fan of car video games.Â
âIâm gonna crush you, Kim. Get ready,â he said, already looking victorious.
You smirked, not wanting him to get his hopes up. âOh, itâs on, Park.â
As expected of a pro player like you (on non-schooldays, you could stay up all night playing this game), you won every single round. Sure, he gave you a run for your money, but you always came on top. He took it surprisingly well, congratulating you each time. After your fourth win in a row, you wiggled your face in front of his with a devilish smile, as you couldnât help but torment him a little. But he wasnât smiling. At first, youâd thought he was finally getting mad he kept on losing; but then the proximity between you two hit you. You noticed his eyes flicker momentarily to your lips and had backed off immediately.
âUm, if we go for another round, Iâll go easy on-â
He cut you off by putting his hand on your cheek, making you turn to look at him. Youâd daydreamed about this moment before, but you hadnât imagined your heart beating this fast or the butterflies eating away at your stomach. He was now fully staring at your lips, and you couldnât look at anything else but his either. Too scared to move an inch, you felt him get closer and closer, so close that his lips were almost on-
âY/N, mom says itâs late and Sunghoon needs to- AH!â
Sunoo had walked in, eyes riveted on his phone until he looked up and saw you and Sunghoon suspiciously close to each other. Sunghoon practically leaped off of your bed in surprise and you flung a pillow over your face, not believing you had almost kissed Park Sunghoon but that your stupid little brother had ruined everything.
âSorry! Iâm sorry!â the culprit squeaked before running away. You and Sunghoon looked at each other. It was awkward for two seconds, then you both erupted in laughter.Â
âAlright, guess I should get going then. Um, thank you so much for tonight. I havenât had a family dinner in a while, and⌠Well, it was really nice,â he admitted shyly after youâd calmed down.
âOf course, Sunghoon. Iâm sure my parents would love to have you over any time.â
You walked him to your front door, where you exchanged goodbyes and Iâll see you tomorrows. You watched him take a few steps, then turn back and jog towards you. He stood in front of you for a second, then leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.
âBye, Y/N.â
You were too stunned to say it back.
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After the almost-kiss, it felt as though something had changed between you and Sunghoon. The event had somewhat revealed your feelings: you both knew you wanted to kiss each other. But since those feelings hadnât been acted upon, the transition from fake-dating to real dating couldnât happen as smoothly. Well, it could, if you two stopped acting like idiots and told each other how you felt. But the author wanted to get a couple more thousand words in, so it had to wait.
Youâd gotten used to Sunghoonâs little requests at school, but you definitely hadnât anticipated a phone call at past 11pm on a Wednesday night.Â
âSunghoon? Why are you calling me so late?â you asked, groggy voice because of sleep. Since you woke up so early to get ready in the morning, you always went to bed around 9:30 to 10 p.m. Sunghoon was making you lose precious minutes of slumber.
âLate? Itâs barely midnight, Y/N.â You groaned. âWhatever, put on some clothes and come outside! Iâm waiting for you.â
âYouâre what?â you whisper-screamed, suddenly feeling very awake.
âIâm waiting for you! Hurry up!âÂ
As always, he hung up without waiting for your reply. You couldnât really turn him down anyway; although you were somewhat obligated, you had stopped seeing it that way and started doing things for him out of your own volition.Â
Not wanting to get out of your pajamas, you just threw on a warm sweater, a scarf, some socks, and headed down the hallway on your tiptoes. Your parents werenât the strictest out there, but you still didnât wanna get caught sneaking out, and with a boy, at that. After putting on your shoes, you left your house, closing the door behind you as quietly as you could.
The late October night was a bit chilly, but you had wrapped up warm enough. Sunghoon was indeed waiting for you outside, wearing a denim jacket over his gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants.Â
God, he looked good.
âFinally! Took you long enough.â
âQuit it, Sunghoon. Just tell me why you wanted to see me.â
âThereâs a place I wanna show you. Come on,â he said, taking you by the hand. You felt tingles in your palm and fingers wherever his hand touched yours. How could something feel so natural yet make your heart race so at the same time?
âAre we walking there?â you asked.
âYep, itâs not too far. Weâll be there in five minutes.â
Those five minutes felt like five seconds walking with Sunghoon. You chatted and joked around the whole way, not letting go of each otherâs hand. You hadnât even noticed you had reached your destination until he stopped walking.
âHere we are,â he said, facing the building, which made you turn in the direction he was looking.
âThe ice rink? What are we doing here?â you asked, confused. It was 11:30 pm; surely, the rink would be closed.
âYouâll see!â he said, heading towards the entrance. To your surprise, he pulled out a key from his pockets and opened the doors.
âWhat? Sunghoon! How do you have a key to the ice rink?â
âIâm chummy with the janitor. I just need to let him know when Iâll be coming and he doesnât tell anyone,â he replied, an easy smile on his face, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He led you first to the shoe rack, helping you find skates your size, and then to the benches next to the rinkâs entrance. He knelt in front of you and helped you put on your shoes, doing the laces for you.Â
He looked up at you, a glint in his eyes. âIâve never taken anyone here, Y/N. I know your secret, so I thought Iâd show you mine.â
You didnât know what to say, surprised at the sudden confession, so you just looked at him curiously as he took ice skates from his backpack and laced them up.
He stood up, turned to you and said, âReady?â
You followed him to the doors leading to the ice. He stepped inside without a trace of hesitation, but you were much more doubtful about your ability to stand on the ice without falling instantly. He turned around and saw you looking helpless. He took your hand in his, helping you step onto the rink.Â
âDonât worry, Y/N. As long as Iâve got you, you wonât fall.â
âDonât let go of my hand, then,â you said pointedly.
Too focused on not slipping, you didnât see his smile. âI wasnât planning to.â
He helped you get your footing, skating backwards in front of you and holding both of your hands. After a few minutes on the ice, you got brave enough to skate on your own, and you miraculously managed to stay on your feet. However, after a while, your bravery turned to hubris, and you dared attempt a spin, resulting in you miserably falling on the ice, butt first. Sunghoon was worried for a second until he saw you laughing uncontrollably. You looked at him, wide-eyed, and said, âThis is so much fun, Hoon.â You were so exhilarated that you hadnât noticed the nickname slipping from your lips but the boyâs cheeks and ears turned redder than the bruise you had surely just earned yourself. Thankfully, if you commented on it, he could just blame it on the cold.Â
He helped you up, and you skated on as if nothing had happened. This went on for another thirty minutes, you skating hand in hand and occasionally falling together (but most of the time, just you falling on your own). Sunghoon had been so nervous before bringing you here; he was scared youâd think his hobby was unmanly or lame, as heâd been made to feel. But seeing you have the time of your life, all his worries dissipated. This place was like a second home to him, and bringing someone into your home was always nerve-wracking, but he thought you fit perfectly in it.Â
When you told him you were getting tired and wanted to sit for a while, you skated back together to the benches and he gave you some water from his bag. You sat in silence for a while, waiting for your breathing to come back to a normal pace.Â
You broke the silence first. âSo, whyâd you take me here? Not that Iâm complaining.â
He hesitated a second before speaking. "I used to come here all the time as a kid.â He didnât look at you when he answered, keeping his gaze on his hands. âMy mom would take me. She left us for another man the summer before middle school started. She left me alone with my asshole father.â
You let out a small gasp, not expecting such a confession. You placed your hand on his back for comfort and said, âIâm sorry, Sunghoon.â
He quickly glanced at you, a half-smile on his face. âDonât be. Anyways, he had to somewhat start taking care of me now that my mom wasnât there to do it.â He chuckled darkly. âI guess his idea of taking care of his son was forbidding him from doing the one thing he loved. He thought it was a stupid sport for a boy. He stopped all of my lessons and made me sign up for soccer, even though I hadnât ever said I wanted to do that. I still came here from time to time, but I didnât wanna risk getting caught. God knows what heâd have done if he saw me here.â
You werenât sure what to say. You felt as if no words would be enough to express how his story made you feel. âI- itâs awful, what he did to you. No parent should ever make their child feel as though their passion isnât worth it. If itâs any comfort, even though you were mostly helping me, I thought you looked ten times better on that rink than scoring any goal. And thatâs saying something.â
He finally looked at you and grinned. âThanks, Y/N.â He seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, and then continued: âIâve had a lot of time to think about it, and I think thatâs why itâs hard for me to open up to people and make lots of friends. I only trust Jake because Iâve known him forever and I canât really get rid of him now,â he said with a chuckle, âand Jay, well, Jake took to him instantly in middle school so I guess I didnât have a choice there either, and heâs not so bad anyway. The more people I let in, the more likely I am to get hurt. Itâs much easier pretending I donât wanna have anything to do with anyone than try.Â
âI guess itâs also why I talked to you on that day. Sure, I ended up thinking you could help me with all those girls. But at first, when I saw someone like you, who looks like they have it all together, whoâs actually the opposite in real life - no offense - it reminded me of myself. And I thought, maybe sheâd understand. Which is why it was so easy to be myself around you.â
You took his hand in yours and pressed it slightly. âIâm glad you were.â You didnât feel the need to say anything else, hoping it was enough.
âNow, your turn. What made you the person you are today?â he asked with a grin, trying to approach lightheartedly this heavy subject, which you appreciated.
âItâs all about making people think youâre someone else, isnât it? Because, depending on who you are, theyâll treat you differently. I found that out as a kid, because I, too, have a tragic childhood backstory.â He gasped jokingly.
âItâs not as bad as yours, so sorry about that. Back in primary school, I already had this⌠attitude that I have today. I had quite the ego, and I didnât want anyone doing better than me at school. I didnât care about how I looked, if I was the prettiest girl in class or had the cutest shoes. I was the smarty-pants of the class, basically, and a lot of the kids teased me for that. But I also didnât let myself get trampled over, and fought back, quite aggressively at that, so I was somehow the nerd and the troublemaker at the same time. I didnât have the best reputation, but I did have a friend. Jay. Or Jongseong, at the time, before he got too cool for his real name,â you joked. âThe thing is, I didnât see him as a friend. Sure, I was only eight or nine, but I really liked him. And the day I was planning on confessing, I saw him hold hands with the prettiest girl in our class. So I never told him, and then he left for the US a few months later.
âDuring the time he was gone, I had a complete makeover and actually started caring about my appearance, especially when middle school started. So now I had academic validation from teachers, which I had craved since forever, and both female and male validation from all the girls telling me how pretty I was and all the guys liking me. The people who were in my primary school and went to the same middle school told them how I used to be, but nobody believed them, and if they did, they didnât care, so everybody just gradually forgot about it. And I just got addicted to the validation, which is why I always studied harder and tried to be prettier, even when it turned into a complete lie. I thought that if I could make everyone believe I was perfect, then it didnât matter what I was like in real life, so at home, I just let myself completely go. And even now that Iâm aware of all of this, I still canât stop.â
Sunghoon looked at you like you had just slapped him. âSo, you used to have a crush on Jay?â
You looked at him in exasperation. âSeriously, Hoon? Thatâs what you get from everything I just told you?â
He smiled shyly. âSorry. Thank you for telling me.â You sat there in comfortable silence for another few minutes, still hand in hand. Then, Sunghoon got up, grin on his face.
âWanna see something cool?â You nodded at him, returning his grin. He headed back inside the rink.
You thought he was gonna show off by doing some fancy trick. But he started gliding on the ice, and you couldnât believe what you were seeing. He took long strides that looked as natural to him as walking. He spinned one, two, three times, and continued skating as though it was nothing. You were completely mesmerized. You already thought he was out-of-this-world beautiful, but his beauty was brought to another level when he skated. His elegant moves rendered you breathless. When he skated back towards you, you were looking at him with only awe and admiration in your eyes.Â
After what heâd told you and what heâd just shown you, you couldn't help but get a little emotional. You engulfed him in a hug as soon as heâd stepped out of the rink, your arms around his neck and his naturally coming to your waist. Your hands came up to his cheeks as you leaned back to properly look at him.
âThat was- wow. That was amazing, Sunghoon. Thank you for showing me.â You could see the gratefulness in his eyes. There was something else there, and whatever it was, you knew you were looking back at him with as much of it. It was only you two in the building, but it might as well have been the two of you in the whole world.Â
All too similarly as in your room, his gaze went from your eyes to your lips, and you couldnât help but mirror that. This was the perfect moment. You inched your face closer, letting him close the gap between you. Your lips touched and it was as if everything fell into place. The kiss was shy at first, neither of you sure what to do, your mouths moving at a slow but steady pace. But as your hands traveled from his cheeks, to his jaw and down to his neck, and you felt him sigh in the kiss, something unclicked in you, making you want more. You deepened the kiss, and he returned it with just as much force. Your right hand came to grab at the nape of his hair and his hands gripped your waist tighter. After minutes or hours, you broke the kiss in need of some air. Your eyes met again and you smiled at him, relieved it had finally happened.Â
You thought heâd have a similar reaction, but he suddenly looked panicked. Realization hit him like a truck. He liked you. Far too much. And even if the kiss and these past weeks told him you might like him back, it scared him. Heâd unlocked his heart for you but couldnât let you keep the key. Otherwise, heâd let you open it more and more and more until there he was completely bare in front of you, and you decided you didnât like what youâd found and left him. Just like his mom did. Just like everyone eventually does. Just like his dad never even tried.
He took a step back. His panic was rubbing off on you. You called out his name, but he quickly got his bag and said, âSorry, Y/N, I have to go. Iâll um- Iâll see you.â He took a few steps, turned around, and said, âI think you should take the bus tomorrow morning. Sorry.â
He started walking away. A few steps before heâd be out of your view, he turned back around. He hated the look on your face, how sad, confused and helpless it was all at once. Above all, he hated that he was the reason behind it. But he told himself it was better to leave you now than be left in a few months when you got bored of him, and started walking again without another word.
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You walked home alone. It was a dark November night, and you were shivering from the cold and from sadness. Try as hard as you might, you couldnât figure out why Sunghoon had reacted like that. The past month had gone so well, you were only getting closer and more comfortable with each other. The only logical conclusion you could come to was that kissing you had made him realize he didnât like you. Thankfully, you didnât live too far from the ice rink and you got home in five minutes. Lost in your thoughts, you couldnât even be bothered to be quiet closing the front door and walking to your room, and you woke Sunoo up.
At first, he looked like he was about to scold you for making so much noise; but upon seeing your disheveled state, he started worrying.Â
âY/N? Whatâs wrong, why are you only coming home now? Where were you?â
You couldnât hold it in any longer. You fell in your brotherâs arms and started crying your heart out.
He held you for a little while, but not wanting to wake the others up by staying in the hallway, he said, âCome on, letâs get you in your room. Youâre freezing.â
He left for a few minutes and came back with two cups of tea in his hands. He joined you on your bed. You had calmed down a bit and took a sip of the tea, already feeling warmer.
âSo, tell me everything.â
And you did. Not just about what had happened at the ice rink, but everything before that: how yours and Sunghoonâs relationship was fake, which you hadnât even told your siblings, but that it hadnât kept you from falling for him, and how you really thought he felt the same way. When you got to the part where you told each other about your stories, Sunoo grabbed your arm in surprise, and said, âI canât believe you told someone about that. Good for you, big sis.â
You sat in silence after a few minutes when youâd finished telling him everything, you, still reflecting on your evening, and him, trying to think of something good to say. He took a deep breath, and started: âYou know, this might be completely useless, but I feel like thereâs no point trying to figure out why he did that. Weâre not mind readers, and assuming things will just go wrong. I think the best thing to do is just ask him tomorrow, or whenever youâre ready to face him, really.â
You looked at your brother fondly. âHow can you be so stupid sometimes, yet so wise right now?â
Sunoo and you talked for another minute, but when you yawned for a good seven straight seconds, you both agreed it was time for bed. Before you fell asleep, you told yourself that tomorrow morning, youâd find Sunghoon and make him be clear with you. You at least deserved that.
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Heeseung and Sumin were clearly surprised to see you the next morning in the bus, but you told them you didnât want to talk about it and they didnât push, although it very obviously had something to do with Sunghoon. As you rode the bus and psyched yourself for your conversation with him, you had no idea he was currently in the midst of a heated argument with Jay. The latter pushed him with force, making Sunghoonâs back hit the classroom wall behind him.
âWhat the fuck did you just say about Y/N?â Jay asked, venom in his voice and fury in his eyes.
Despite the pain, Sunghoon smirked, wanting to rile up his friend even more. âI said, Y/Nâs just as stupid as all the other girls. She probably thinks sheâs so much better than everybody, but in the end it was so easy making her fall for me. It was almost boring, really, how easy she was.â
Jay pushed him again. âDonât fucking talk about her like that.â
âAw, little Jay is getting upset over his little Y/N? You sad that the girl you like actually likes an asshole like me?â
Jay hadnât had many reasons to get angry in his life. This was making him discover another side of himself; he didnât know he could get this angry. He didnât know rage could fill up his veins like that and make him want to destroy absolutely everything around him, but above all, the person in front of him whoâd he considered a friend all these years. On the verge of losing control, he reared up his fist, before Sunghoon said:
âYou know whatâs even sadder? She used to like you, too.â
His arm dropped. âWhat?â
âYeah, in primary school. Didnât you think it was weird how different she was before and after you left? Her little heartbreak made her change everything about herself just so that people would like her. And now all she can do is lie to everyone. I pity her, really. And to think that she thought I liked her. What an idiot.â
That was the last straw. Jay punched Sunghoon square in the nose, making him stumble back a few steps until he hit the wall again. He held onto his bloody, and possibly broken, nose and looked Jay straight in the eyes, still smirking. Thinking his job was done (but not sure what the job was in the first place), he walked away, heading to the nursesâ station. The scene had gathered quite an audience outside. It was less than ten minutes to the first bell, so already quite a few students were there, but no one had dared to venture inside. Jake, arriving too late to prevent any damage, looked wide-eyed back and forth between Sunghoon walking out and Jay standing inside, fists clenched by his side and panting from anger.
Sunghoon barely spared him or anyone a glance as he left the room. What he did notice though, were a crumpled tuna-mayo sandwich and a banana milk on the floor, looking as though someone had dropped them.
What had he done?
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You had already run back to your friends and were currently crying for the second time in twelve hours in Suminâs arms. It was the first time ever you cried at school, and probably also in front of your friends, spare Sumin, so it was a curious sight to most; she took you to another room for privacy.Â
There, you practically told her everything you had told Sunoo the night before, including the fake dating.
âWait⌠so, you and Sunghoon werenât actually dating?â
You nodded, embarrassed by your lie.
âI- Why didnât you tell me, Y/N? How could you fool everyone like that?â
You looked up in surprise at your friendâs harsh words. You probably deserved them, but you werenât used to hearing her speak in such a way, nor to the cold stare she was peering down at you with.Â
âI donât know⌠Iâm really sorryâŚâ you mumbled, ashamed.
She scoffed. âYou should be. I just- I just donât understand how you can already be living such a lie, and still add onto it. It makes me wonder how Iâm still friends with you.â The bell rang right at that moment, and she got up, saying, âLetâs go to class. You wouldnât wanna be late.â
You followed her, but you felt sick to your stomach. Usually, you could always hide your discomfort or sadness, no matter how bad your period cramps were or how serious an argument with your parents had gotten. But this time, it was too much, and fifteen minutes into the class, you asked the teacher to go to the nurse. Not used to you needing to leave class and trusting that it was for a legitimate reason, your teacher let you off and you quickly packed your bag and left.Â
When you got to the nurse, you sat down in front of her and said you werenât feeling well and wanted to go home. For the same reasons as your teacher, she said sheâd let you but needed to ask you a few questions before about your general well-being. You answered them quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible and just go home.Â
When you finally were able to leave, you only took a few steps out of the nurseâs office before someone grabbed your wrist, making you turn around. Sunghoon, who was resting in the room next door, had heard your voice and gotten up as soon as heâd heard you leave. His nose was covered in bandages and his eye had started swelling and turning blue, and you mentally thanked Jay. You ripped your arm out of his grip and continued to walk away without a word. You were too tired to argue.
âY/N, please, hear me out.â
This made you stop in your tracks, but you didnât turn around. âHear you out? Iâve already heard enough, Sunghoon. No need to explain, you made it very clear what you think of me.â
You started walking again but he doubled you and blocked your path in the narrow hallway.Â
âY/N, Iâm sorry, if youâd just give me a minute-â
âI donât care that youâre sorry, Sunghoon! Sorry doesnât cut it. I trusted you. Actually trusted you. You out of all people should know how hard it is to do that. Or was that a lie too?â Seeing him in front of you, your sadness retreated to the back of your heart and you were left with only anger.Â
âIt wasnât, I prom-â
âThat doesnât mean anything to me anymore.â You pushed past him and walked on. And this time, he let you go, even though the only thing you wanted him to do was make you stay. You so desperately wanted to hear him out and forgive him, but you knew you couldnât do that. You had too much dignity, and it would only end up hurting you even further.Â
So you didnât shed a tear the whole way home. When you finally got to your bed, you didnât have the energy to start crying. You fell asleep, tears quietly rolling down your face.Â
â
You slept the whole day, waking up to a soft knock on your bedroom door. It was your mom, telling you Jay was here to see you. Everyone had been surprised to see you already at home when they came back from work or school, but they knew better than to wake you up.
âIâm surprised, you know. Heâs gotten so handsome.â
You rolled your eyes at her. âJust tell him that Iâm not feeling well and he should go home, please.â
âOh, Iâve already tried to, honey. The boy is adamant on seeing you.â
You sighed. âFine. Can you bring him here, then?â
A few seconds later, you heard another knock, and Jay opened the door just enough to peek his head through, asking if he could come in.
âWell, youâre already here, so might as well.â
You sat up and gestured for him to sit down on your bed.
He looked around, taking in the messiness of his surroundings. âYou know, I thought your room would be much more⌠organized.â
âDidnât Sunghoon tell you? Iâm a big, fat liar who hides the truth from everyone,â you said sarcastically.
âAbout that⌠did you hear everything he said?â You hummed in response. âIâm so sorry you had to hear that, Y/N. I donât know what happened to him. Heâd never said anything like that about you, and then, all of a sudden⌠What an asshole. I canât believe he was my friend.â
âWas? You shouldnât end your friendship over me, Jay.â
âAre you kidding me? I canât be friends with a guy who talks about anyone like that, let alone you.â After a few minutes of silence, he asked, âDid um- did anything happen, for him to say those things?â
You sighed deeply. âIâve already told this story twice in the past few days, so Iâll give you the short version, but basically, we were fake dating, and I started really liking him, and I thought he did too, until we kissed, and he left me completely stranded, and then the next day I hear him say all those things.â
Silence again. You suddenly remembered something Sunghoon had said that you had completely put to the side: Jay likes you. At least, according to Sunghoon. You didnât know if it was true, but judging by his disappointed face, it looked like it. Seemed like all of your friendships were going to hell.
âOh,â he simply said.
âYeahâŚâ you murmured back.Â
âWell,â he turned to you, âthat just confirms to me that heâs an asshole. Cause no guy in his right mind would turn you down, Y/N. I know I wouldnât.â
He looked straight at you as he said that. Yep. Jay liked you. It was a nice feeling, but it was also about ten years too late.Â
âDo you- do you know what Iâm trying to say, Y/N?â he asked, gulping.
You hesitated for a second before saying, âI think I do, Jay. I have to say, your timing isnât great.â
He chuckled a bit lifelessly. âYeah, I guess right now isnât the best time to say this.â
âI also meant, you know what Sunghoon said, earlier? That I liked you before you left for the US? That was true.â
He looked at you, mouth agape. âOh, was itâŚâ His head hung down in defeat. âI canât believe Iâve been such an idiot. I feel like itâs my fault that Sunghoon hurt you like this. If only Iâd been just a bit earlierâŚâ
âNone of this is your fault, Jay. Please donât think that. Itâs mine for thinking Sunghoon could actually like me back.â
Jay took a deep breath. âGod, as much as it hurts me to say, Y/N, I think he did. Or does, actually.â You furrowed your brows at him. âSunghoon, he has this thing where he goes into retreat mode as soon as he gets too close, too personal. Itâs a stupid defense mechanism, and when he realizes heâs let you in a bit too far, he snaps everything closed and hurts you before you can hurt him. At least, thatâs how he sees it, I guess. Heâs done it to Jake and me a couple times, and it takes some getting used to, but he stops after a while. When he knows for sure that you wonât hurt him.â
You didnât know what to do with this information, so you just stayed quiet, which Jay took as a sign to go on.
âIâm not saying forgive him. Believe me, if I could smack him into space and never let him see you again, I would. But I think maybe, just maybe, and you donât have to if you donât want to, hear him out.â
You smiled at him. âYouâre a good friend, Jay. And I donât mean just to me but to Sunghoon as well. I hope you know that.â
Jay tried to ignore the pinch in his heart at the word âfriendâ and smiled back.
âOh, thereâs another thing I needed to show you.â His tone was suddenly much more apprehensive, and he looked both sorry and scared to say whatever he was about to say.
He pulled out his phone and searched the thing in question. Before showing you anything, he warned, âNobody knows who did this. It was sent out to the whole school on a library computer-â
Expecting the worst, you snatched Jayâs phone from his hands. And there they were. Pictures of you from your primary school years, recent pictures of you in your comfortable clothes, at home or in close proximity to your house. Sent out to the whole school, as Jay had said. You were horror-struck. You could feel all the years you had spent perfecting your image and maintaining it crumbling around you as though they were paper. Charismatic smiles and trendy accessories had been your brick and mortar, but a sledgehammer had hit them, destroying your foundations further with each swing.
And that sledgehammer had a name: Bae Sumin. Youâd figured it out in an instant. Youâd been friends your whole life, she was the only one apart from your family to know about your true face; only she would have access to such photos. You knew it wasnât Sunghoon because the pictures he had taken that day werenât there.
If what had happened with Sunghoon had made a crack in your heart, then this had shattered it into a million pieces. The person who youâd trusted the most, who youâd thought would never do anything to hurt you, had done the worst thing anybody could do to you.
âY/N- are you okay?â Jay asked tentatively. You had forgotten he was there.
âUm, yeah, yeah- I think I just need to be alone for now, if thatâs okay.â
âAre you sure? I donât mind staying a while.â
âSorry, Jay, but Iâm sure.â
He looked at you for a few seconds. Heâd never felt more distance between you two, not even when you had been oceans apart. âAlright. Call me if you need anything. I mean it.â
You smiled a tiny, tiny smile in response and he left your room. On his way out, your mom hugged him, saying it was nice to see him again and that he was welcome anytime, and he thanked her.
As he walked home, he couldnât help but bitterly laugh to himself. Even when he confessed, he hadnât been able to say the words heâd wanted to tell you this whole time: I love you.
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You didnât go to school for the rest of the week, the only stain on your perfect attendance record. All of your friends had tried to reach you, asking if you were okay, and you replied in a few small messages, telling them youâd be back when you could. Other people had contacted you, asking if those pictures were real. You obsessed over your schoolâs gossip Instagram account: the past few days, all the posts had been dedicated to your pictures and Sunghoonâs and Jayâs fight. You had ten missed calls from Sunghoon and seventeen from Sumin. You ignored each and everyone of them, only giving Jay, Heeseung, Sieun and Jiung the time of day.Â
On Sunday morning you woke up, already dreading going to school the next day. You could already picture the nasty stares and whispers youâd get in the hallways. You thought about facing Sumin and Sunghoon again, and you thought the worst thing possible would be to have to do it at school. So you decided to wait until they called you again, as you knew they would, and finally picked up their call.
Sumin contacted you first, at eleven in the morning. You agreed to have her come over to your house to talk. When she appeared at your front door, you realized you werenât sad, angry, or disappointed; you were just confused. You didnât understand why sheâd done it. Looking at her face, you couldnât imagine her sitting down at that computer and sending out those pictures, writing the comment This is what Kim Y/N is like in real life.
You let her in and walked to your room, your siblingsâ eyes burning holes into her soul the whole time. You sat down on your bed, sighed, and said, âGo ahead.â
âThank you for letting me come here and explain myself. I donât know what took over me, Y/N. Well actually, I guess I do. Jealousy, as stupid as it sounds.â She chuckled at herself. âIâve always tried to hide it, but Iâve always been a bit jealous of you, Y/N. Youâre the prettiest girl, the smartest, the nicest, and Iâm just the best friend. Thatâs all anyone knows me as. Everybody loves you, yet I know itâs all a facade. And Iâm not saying that to be mean, because I know youâre an amazing person even without all the glamor. And when I saw you with Sunghoon, I mean, you saw how I was. I didn't fight with my parents. I was so, so jealous. You hadnât shown interest in any guy since Choi Soobin and all of a sudden you were dating Park freaking Sunghoon, and he knew about your quote-on-quote ârealâ face, so I couldnât even comfort myself that he didnât know who you really were.â
âWait- why would you be jealous of Sunghoon and me?â
She took a deep breath. âYou remember, freshman year, when I confessed to him and he turned me down?â
âYeah, but I thought that was in the past.â
âDo you also remember that guy I told you about later on, who Iâd gotten really close with but completely shut me off when I thought we were about to start dating?â
Something clicked, but you didnât want to face it. âYeahâŚâ
âWell, surprise surprise, they were the same person. Ha. I got mad at you for lying to me, but I did the same thing.â
âSumin⌠Why did you never tell me?â
âIâm not sure. When we were in that talking stage, I couldâve bragged about it to anyone, you know, that Park Sunghoon was actually being nice to me, but I didnât. I wanted to keep him my little secret. And then I confessed, and we all know how that ended.â A beat passes as she takes a deep breath, shaking the bad memory away. âI am over it, it was more than three years ago. Maybe there was a nice part of me that thought he had changed, because you seemed happy with him, and I didnât want to ruin that. But maybe there was another part that hoped he might hurt you like he did me. And thatâs such a shitty thing to do, I know. I shouldâve told you when I saw you get involved with him. I canât believe after all these years, he did the exact same thing to you that he did to me. What an asshole.â
You were staring at the wall in front of you, feeling empty. Why did everything have to happen at the same time? You were just drained of any willpower.
âThis doesnât explain the pictures,â you said plainly.
âRight. When you told me you were fake dating, I guess something snapped in me. I couldnât believe it was another lie, I thought we had gone past the stage where you hid things from me. So that, plus jealousy, I just went a bit crazy, I think. I really wasnât thinking, Y/N, and I promise you with all my heart that if I could go back and undo everything, I would. Iâm so, so, so sorry. I regretted it as soon as I hit post.â
You looked at your friend and knew she was telling the truth. You believed her, and yet you couldnât quite look past it.
âI know you are, Minie. Itâs just⌠what am I gonna do now at school? Everybody must hate me.â
âI wonât lie, some people havenât been saying the nicest things, especially Parkâs fangirls. But God, Y/N, and please donât take this the wrong way, but who cares? Theyâll talk about it for a week, two at most. Your life at school wonât be the same, but youâll still have all of us. Iâve talked to Heeseung, Sieun and Jiung, and theyâre not the tiniest bit mad at you. Theyâre just worried to death. A bit confused too, but mostly worried. And you know what? Even Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul, who Iâve literally never talked to before, came to ask me how you were. Jay and Sunghoon are barely on talking terms but they always team up when it comes to practically verbally assaulting anyone they overhear talking behind your back. Jake has to hold them back sometimes but he always glares at those people too. You donât wanna see Jake Sim glare, I promise you. Itâs so scary,â she says in a confessional tone, visibly shuddering just at the thought of angel-faced Jake looking angry, and you canât help the small chuckle that escapes your lips.
Her face softens as she places a warm palm over your hand. âWe all love you and care for you so much, so screw literally every single other person in that school. They donât matter.â
There was something refreshing about Suminâs words. The idea that you could live your life without worrying about other people had always been in the back of your head, but you always told yourself you were in too deep to go back. Now that you had been forced to, you understood why you felt so empty: the immense weight of having to keep up a persona, had been lifted off your shoulders. You would only have to carry yourself, and not a second person, which made you feel weightless. Youâd just have to get used to it and come to enjoy that feeling.
You took your friendâs hands in yours. âI want to forgive you, I promise I do. And I will. I just donât know if I can do that right away. Iâll need some getting used to this new life.â
âI completely understand, Y/N.â
âBut that doesnât mean I donât want you around anymore. And you know what, Iâm sure one day Iâll look back at this moment and thank you.â
â
Sumin left a few hours later and you were now waiting for Sunghoon to call you. You waited and waited, until your phone rang with a small ding: he wasnât calling you, but had sent you a message. A very, very long message. You were very tempted to reply with a I ainât reading all that. Iâm happy for u tho. Or sorry that happened, but you thought it might not be the appropriate moment.Â
You opened the message, which had come after thirty unread texts, and started reading, slightly appalled by the lack of paragraphing.
Dear Y/N,Â
Is this how you start a long text? I would much rather be telling you this than writing it, but someone hasnât been picking up my calls. Sorry. I probably shouldnât be giving you much attitude right now. Where do I even start? The ice rink, I guess. Asshole move #1, obviously. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have left you like that. That kiss was really really good and I really really liked it. Because I really really like you. And I think Iâve known that for a while now, but the kiss confirmed it. And I was happy for a second, but then I panicked. Thereâs no other word for it, I panicked. Iâve never liked someone this much before and I was so scared. I still am. Iâm terrified shitless. But I know that my fear is completely irrational, and that youâre literally the best person on Earth, which is why Iâm writing this. I know itâs clichĂŠ to say my mom left me and now I think everybody will. And my first reaction to that is to hurt someone before they can hurt me, which is what I did. But as much as I wanna fight it, itâs always there at the back of my mind. You can even ask Sumin about it. Should I be saying that? I feel like I might as well. I was an asshole to her, and Iâm so angry at myself that I did it again with you. I didnât mean a single word of what I said about you to Jay. Not a single one. Youâre not stupid, youâre the smartest and most amazing girl I know, and I never pretended I liked you, because I never had to. I think I just wanted Jay to punch me, really. I wanted him to run to you and make sure you were okay, because I was too scared to do that myself. But I regret doing that so much. I hope you know that. And bless Jay, heâs a real one. He told me to get my shit together and talk to you. I can tell heâs still mad at me but still wants to make things good between us. I was already trying to call you before he said that, but I probably wouldâve said something stupid that wouldâve made things worse. And I canât afford that, Y/N, I really, really canât. You get me like no one does and being with you is the most liberating thing ever, Iâm never myself more than when Iâm around you. You just bring out the best in me. Well, except for that thing I did. Which I promise Iâll never do again. I am so extremely sorry, and if you wanna hate me for the rest of your life, I completely get it. But I would also be very happy if you didnât. I hope Iâll see you tomorrow at school. I really miss you.
Your Hoon
You wiped away the tears that had formed in your eyes and typed back:
Youâre such an idiot, Park.
Iâll see you tomorrow.
â
The next day, as you imagined, was mostly hell. Youâd decided not to dress up as usual: there was no point trying to look good after this, it would only make you seem more ridiculous. You put less makeup on, not bothering to hide your eye bags, and didnât bling your outfit up with accessories or fancy shoes, opting for your worn-out Converse youâd had since your feet stopped growing. On the bus, where people usually ignored each other, you could already feel the gossip being told about you. You avoided peopleâs gaze like the plague and sat down next to Sumin. You laid your head on her shoulder and sighed.
âI already wanna go home.â
She laughed, âI know. Weâll be with you the whole day, so donât worry.â
You spent the bus ride catching up on what had happened when you were gone (nothing much), and although there was some awkwardness there, it was nice being with your best friend. When Heeseung got on, he practically screamed your name and suffocated you by means of greeting.
âIâm so glad youâre back. You know, I think you look really cute in those pictures. All these people are just jealous they donât look as good as you even when you donât dress up.â
Sumin shot daggers with her eyes at him and he cringed, saying, âSorry, I shouldnât have mentioned that.â
You reassured him, saying that it was fine since it was all you were going to be hearing the next few days. âMight as well get used to it.â
It was somewhat easy to ignore the stares coming your way when you walked into school with Heeseung and Sumin flanked at your sides like bodyguards. When you reached your classroom, Jiung engulfed you in a hug and Sieun was almost crying. How the hell had you gotten such sweet friends?Â
In the hallways, some people tried to get reactions out of you by calling you out, yelling liar! or you canât fool us anymore. You couldnât ignore them as they were very much in your face. When at lunch, a table of girls next to you was very clearly talking about you in the nastiest way possible, you took your tray and were ready to get up and leave, but a very familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.
âYou think itâs funny talking about someone like that?â Sunghoon was practically screaming at the girls. âYou think youâre any better than her? I bet you do the exact same thing but are just glad someone else got called out for it.â You werenât sure if that made you feel much better, but you appreciated the effort.
âAs a matter of fact,â he continued as he pulled out a chair and got up on it, his voice getting louder, âIâve got something I wanna say to everyone.â
Somebody whooped (probably Jake) and you tried to get Sunghoon to come down from the chair, but he just smiled his radiant smile at you and turned to look at the students in the cafeteria.
âAll of you who judge Y/N are hypocrites. You wanna tell me youâre all as perfect at home as you are at school? That you never relax a little bit? Sure, she pushed it a bit far- (hey! you grunted in protest), but nobody shows who they truly are to everyone. We all judge each other in this stupid high school, so Y/N did what she had to do and protected herself. If anything, this should make you respect her even more. And itâs not like she did anything wrong to you. She didnât use her popularity against anyone, so you better not use this against her.â
From the crowded tables in the cafeteria, somebody yelled âNobody cares!â
Somebody, whose voice you thought you recognized as Jungwonâs, joined in: âYeah, what is it about you seniors and thinking the whole school revolves around you? We still like Y/N!â
Sunghoon, taken aback, simply said, âOh. Alright. Well, you better keep it that way then!â and got off his chair.Â
He turned to you, already a pleading look on his face and said âY/N, Iâm so sorry-â
But you cut him off right away. âI know, Sunghoon, I know. I think this proved it.â
âI really wanna make it up to you. So just tell me what you want me to do, and Iâll do it. Buy you a house, move to another country, you name it. Iâll do it.â
You chuckled at him. âYou donât need to go that far.â You looked down, then back at him. âI think I just want to pretend like nothing happened. Like it was all a huge, awful fever dream. Even if I canât forgive and forget right away, I donât think I want you out of my life while I figure it out.â
He let out the biggest sigh youâd ever heard. âMy God, you donât know how happy to hear that, Y/N. Thank you so much.â
âThank you for defending me just now. That was⌠definitely something.â
He smiled down at you. "I did my best. Too bad those sophomores ruined everything.â
You could feel eyes burning into your sides, so you turned your head a bit and noticed that your friends and the table of girls that had just been gossiping were staring at you, some of them teary-eyed. When they saw you notice them, they all turned back to each other and pretended that they were having some other conversation. You and Sunghoon chuckled, and you realized how much you had missed him.
Yes, Sunghoon and Sumin had hurt you, but you were a strong believer of second chances. Even if it was hard at first to stop thinking about Sunghoonâs voice when he had said those things or Suminâs intentions when she posted the pictures, theyâd made it up to you in any way they could and youâd reciprocated that by being completely honest. No more trying to look perfect all the time; you were human and were allowed to have low moments. Your grades even dropped by two points, because youâd started spending more time with your friends than with your textbooks. Youâd spent whole Saturdays at the ice rink with your now real-boyfriend Sunghoon, and had invited the whole crew. Heeseung was surprisingly good at it. You had even caught your little sister Yeeun on a date with the cute Japanese boy sheâd talked about.Â
As promised, Jay came once a week or every two weeks to have dinner with your family; Sunghoon always insisted on being present. The tension between them had turned into friendly competition, and you could tell the two friends were glad to have each other back.Â
Youâd never felt so free. Your relationship with Sunghoon felt like uncharted territory and home at the same time; so daunting and exciting yet so comfortable and relaxing. You kept the PDA at a minimum at school, but when it was just the two of you, your whole body never failed to heat up, even in the cold of the ice rink. He had been nicknamed the ice prince, but he was so, so warm.
In the end, everybody found out. But you had Park Sunghoon by your side, so it was alright.
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could u do a percy jackson friends - friends with benefits - dating headcanons??? nsfw if you want
i can absolutely do that, thank you for requesting and thank you for being so patient!
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being a demigod is stressful as fuck
we all know this
being an adult demigod comes with its own level of stress
was it a good idea to get into a friends with benefits arrangement with the guy you were crushing on? probably not
did you do it anyway? yes you did
because you're not stupid, you discussed it at length about boundaries and stuff so you wouldn't accidentally ruin your friendship
one of you would text the other and you'd arrange a time
SO
let's get into the details
the first few times it was a little awkward to start, but you have a natural rhythm with each other so after a while it gets comfy
it's almost intuitive how you two manage to separate the difference between you as friends and you with the 'benefits'
for a while you ignore the growing feelings in your heart and your brain
but it's very difficult when you already worked so well together as friends
and now you know you work well together in bed
everything is so good and you are so, so scared of fucking this up
little do you know, percy is feeling exactly the same
his favourite part of everything is the aftercare when he gets to take care of you and you have mandatory cuddle time and binge watch whatever show you're watching
yeah, you have a show you watch together, how disgustingly domestic
it takes. AGES. for you two to actually get together
and it happens completely accidentally
not to get immediately nsfw
but he's pounding into you and you have your arms around him and gods above you look so gorgeous underneath him and he can't help the words 'i love you' from crawling up his throat and spilling over his lips
it immediately sends you over the edge and you slam your lips against his hard and messy
you don't talk about it for a little while but after you've caught your breath, you force yourself to bring it up when it's clear he's kind of mortified about it
he goes to immediately leave and you're like 'absolutely not we have mandatory cuddle time now'
'soooo... you love me?'
because who can resist teasing
percy immediately hides his face in your neck and mumbles something about how obviously he loves you because you're one of his best friends but he also means it in a romantic 'i wanna kiss you all the time' kinda way
so you take the initiative and kiss him so sweetly and with no underlying motivations
'i love you too, you absolute fucking dork'
he absolutely lights up and wraps you up in such a hug it's like he's squeezing all the love into you
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i hope this was okay, thank you so much for requesting!
#percy jackson#percy jackson headcanons#percy jackson smut#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson imagine
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okayokay uhm how abt brat-taming but w ethan landry... but he's the subby lil brat and reader puts him in his place. maybe some overstim, degradation... maybe even a bit of praise too bc he'd prolly cry đ maybe reader would gag ethan w her panties bc he's being too loud and she doesn't want the group to hear them... sorry guys whore hrs
okay okay I HEAR YOU I HEAR YOU
made a lil thing for you :33 i hope u like itâŚ
SUB!ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader
summary; just ethan being subby
warnings; smut, p in v, oral, whiny ethan, sub ethan, femdom, degradation and praise, gagging
nsfw content â pls scroll if uncomfortable !!
ethan could never talk to a girl, even since he was young. he would always find himself slipping up with his words or just embarrassing himself. even when his dad forced him to put on the mask and fake an identity in college, he still didnât have a fucking clue on how sex or anything like that worked.
but when he became chads roommate, he was of course introduced to his whole friend group and soon enough became one of them. they were alright. tara was cute, anika was a little annoying, chad was too obnoxious and the stereotypical frat boy. the only one he didnât have a bone to pick with was you.
you were sweet to him. you never belittled him about his ânerdyâ hobbies or his shy personality he faked. he wanted to throw away his facade for just a few seconds so you could see the real him but his mission mattered more. his brother.
but as he gets closer and closer with you, his facade crumbles each passing day, his heart shaping to let you in no matter what his brain says.
thatâs how he found himself beneath you, squirming and letting out strangled cries as you worked his body like a puppet. you were so talented with your fingers, knowing exactly which strings to pull as he mewled into the air, back arching. his hands were already tied behind him with a pink ribbon(he tried to refuse but your puppy eyes won him over).
âsuch a dirty boy,â you hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to his throbbing tip, admiring the way it glistened with his precum. he whimpered in response, leaning his head back as a guttural groan left his system.
âstop teasing me..â he whined weakly, weakly tugging at his restraints. he looked so pretty with his hands tied behind his back with a cute ribbon, the bow enhancing his charm.
âgotta be quiet, baby. donât want anyone to overhear, do we?â you grin, trailing your lips back up to his face to press a sweet kiss against his lips. he immediately kisses back, so eager and needy for your touch. he chases your lips as you pull away, panting with a flushed face.
âaughâ donât care, i want you!â he raises his voice at the end, furrowing his brows with need and stubbornness. what a brat, you think.
your palm connects with his cheek with a firm smack, not too hard but enough to make him shrink and let out a small moan.
âeveryone else is just next door, stupid boy. do you really want them to hear how pathetic you are? to hear you moaning and crying for pussy like a girl?â you raise a brow, your mean words echoing in his head as he looks away sheepishly, his cheek still tinted pink gently. he shakes his head quietly, lips quivering as his cock continues to twitch and throb.
âmâsorry, sorryâ please just touch me, baby. iâll do anything. cmon, please!â he begs desperately, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes with his big brown orbs. you groan and look away, before bending down to wrap your lips around his tip which takes him by surprise. he squeaks and lets out a long gasp, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your warm mouth bobbing up and down on his cock.
âiâ oh god, jusâ like that, youâre so fuckin good at thisââ he hisses under his breath, weakly tugging at the flimsy pink string around his strong wrists, not wanting to ruin your little fantasy of overpowering him. he knew he could snap these pathetic ribboned at any second, but his love for you suppressed the urge.
you pulled off his cock only to replace it with your pussy, hovering over him as he gasped softly at the sensation of your hole brushing against him. he groans loudly. you immediately holt your hips which causes him to whine at the loss of your touch, craving to feel your warm walls squeeze him.
âw-whatââ heâs interrupted by you shoving your panties into his mouth. he blinks stupidly and gags slightly before glaring up at you, pouting with his mouth full of your underwear. he doesnât hate it.. the taste of your essence makes him almost even more aroused, but the pure disrespect makes him want to flip over the two of you and pound you silly.
but heâs not gonna do that, no, not when heâs so bent on being your good boy.
âeveryoneâs next door, ethan. you gonna be a bad boy and make noise? you want them to walk in on you getting slutted out?â you sneer, amusement present in your mocking tone. he jolts as you slide down without any warning, sinking down and taking his whole cock in one go. he groans in pure bliss, eyes rolling back. it was gonna be a long night.
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one of the girls
part 1. the arrangement
Chris Sturniolo was bad news. You knew it, every girl within a 100 mile radius knew it. Your own brother had warned you to stay away from him, despite being his best friend. That didnât stop you from wanting him though.
pairing: chris x reader
pt.1 summary: despite all the warnings, and his reputation, you're intrigued by chris. on your 18th birthday, u find out exactly why he's bad news. and like a drug, u get addicted to him. cue, the arrangement
warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH, very very plot heavy, rough sex, oral, choking, slapping, over-stimulation, mild bdsm, p in v, degradation, slight age gap (reader is 16 and chris is 18 when they first start fooling around, reader is 18 and chris is 20 when they first have penetrative sex)
word count: 6.9K (lmao i think this is going to be a thing)
author's note: so, i found out as i was writing this that @worldlxvlys has a fic with a very similar premise because its inspired by the same song, check it out if u havent already, its so fucking good
It had started out innocently enough.
Chris was your older brotherâs best friend, so naturally he was always over at your house or your brother over at his. You remember the first time youâd seen him, sitting on your living room couch, dressed in a black t-shirt and denim shorts, sporting a silver chain. Youâd just run down the stairs, yelling for your brother to order you some food when you spotted him. The shock of seeing a complete stranger- a hot one, at that- had you stopping dead in your tracks. You remember how youâd just stared at him like an idiot, before turning around and sprinting back up to your room. You cringe a little, every time you think back to that moment, how youâd been dressed that night, in one of your old sports bras and baggy shorts, your hair an absolute mess.
Awkward first meeting aside, you got to know him, little by little. Sometimes, through little anecdotes reluctantly shared by your brother at your behest, and sometimes, from the man himself. Every time he came over, youâd make excuses to be around him and your brother, and you remember how heâd always smile at you, include you in conversations even when your brother would groan on about how annoying you were being and try to push you back to your room.
So of course, you developed a crush on him.
As a thirteen year old, you would make up cute little scenarios in your head of how you might confess your crush to Chris, and maybe heâd tell you he always liked you too, or maybe, maybe heâd be the one to confess first, with a bashful, awkward smile, and youâd become boyfriend and girlfriend and live happily ever after.
It didnât take long for you to get over your little fantasies though.
While it hadnât been obvious to you at thirteen, as you grew older, you witnessed the whirlwind that was Chris Sturniolo, the guy who got every girlâs attention, showed them a good time, and then left them in the dust when he got bored, before moving onto the next.
Your brother, bless his soul, did warn you to stay away from Chris. Had tried multiple times, to tell you how much of a player he was, how he just had a rotation of girls ready to go, and was always looking for someone new to ruin.
âHeâs no good,â heâd said. âHeâs my best friend, and heâs like a brother to me, but I wouldnât trust him around you, alone.â
âWhy are you friends with someone like that then?â youâd asked.
Your brother hadnât been able to give you an answer then.
Knowing what you did about Chris didnât get rid of your interest in him though. Youâd long since let go of the silly fantasy of being his girlfriend. It had been a childhood delusion and nothing more, but you still found himâŚintriguing. The way he commanded every room he walked in, the way every girl around him fell to their knees to be able to service him in some way, the way guys hung around him in hopes of having his appeal somehow rub off on them, it fascinated you.
Even more fascinating was how Chris seemed to be so obviously putting up some sort of front. There was an edge to the cool, suave persona he seemed to be parading in for everyone else.
For every person who told you to stay far, far away from Chris, all they did was stoke the little part of you that wanted to see just what he was really like.
Besides, we all know what they say about curious cats; curiosity may kill them, but satisfaction definitely brings them back.
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The party was already in full swing by the time youâd made it through the front door. The entire house was lit with flashing lights, bright and blinding, the music so loud it seemed like it almost thrummed straight through the bodies that surrounded you, almost consuming you and swallowing you into the heart of the party.
A party to celebrate the end of an era, and you turning eighteen.
You hadnât wanted anything crazy, but trust your friends to go behind your back to plan something big.
âIt isnât just your birthday, ya know?â theyâd said. âWeâre finally done with high school!â
It seemed like theyâd invited everyone who was anyone in your town, because you donât even recognize some of the people at the party. Friends of friends of friends, and so on, you guess. Some were your seniors in high school, who had graduated way before you and your friends. It helped that your birthday and graduation coincided with summer break, because it meant a lot of the older kids were back from college for the holidays, which guaranteed the presence of moreâŚdiscreet party favors.
The air was thick with smoke, from weed, tobacco, and god knows what else, the humidity only amplifying the feeling of breathlessness you feel every time youâre in a big crowd. You spot your brother and his group of friends huddled together, taking up a section of one of the big couches, all of them nursing beer bottles. All except one.
Chrisâ eyes are on you the minute you step through the crowd. Unlike all the other guys sitting beside him, he opted out of drinking, and was instead smoking a joint, plumes of smoke slightly obscuring his face. He looked relaxed, leaned back with one arm stretched over the top of the couch, legs spread out. His eyes scan you from head to toe, and you see the way he glides his tongue across his bottom lip before biting into it. Your breath catches in your throat when he slightly shifts his hips, his eyes flitting down and then back up at you, like heâs silently asking you to go sit on his lap. You almost go over to him, slightly swaying on your feet, before you remember where you are and whoâs sitting right next to him. You stand there long enough to see some other girl swoop in and plant herself on his thigh, looping her arms around his neck and leaning close to whisper in his ear.
Your brother spots you just then, and you make a show of pointing a thumb at Chris and rolling your eyes, like youâre not desperately wishing it was you that was on Chrisâ lap, before making your way to the make-shift drink station that had been set up on the dinner table, where you find Matt fixing drinks for his friends and himself.
âHey kid,â he drawls out, bobbing his head to the music, and swaying slightly as he pours drinks for the people around him. âHappy birthday!â
His outburst has everyone nearby yelling out their own wishes, and you thank everyone, accepting side hugs and shoulder pats from a bunch of them. One of them even comments on your outfit, telling you that you looked sexy and asking if you wanted to âhang outâ with him for a bit, with a waggle of his eyebrows.
You look down at yourself, flattening your palms over the black mini skirt you were wearing, the length, obscenely short. Youâd paired it with a black bralette, a cropped mesh top with a watercolor wine print and platform ankle boots. Your friends had helped you with your hair and makeup, and you knew you looked really fucking sexy, if you did say so yourself.
You yell out a quick thanks but decline the offer to hang out, before asking the Matt to pour you a drink. You can still feel Chris staring, but you donât dare look back, because looking back would mean giving in to him. Not yet.
You had a game to play after all.
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Funnily enough, the game between you and Chris had started with a literal game. Specifically, his last lacrosse game for Sommerville High.
You usually didnât care to go to school events, especially to watch a bunch of people play a sport that you didnât understand, but it was also your brotherâs last game that heâd be playing for your high school, so youâd gone to show your support. Your parents had been there too, and theyâd taken a seat next to Chrisâ family.
âOh, this is such a bittersweet moment, isnât it?â you hear Mary Lou ask your mom, who nods solemnly. They strike up a conversation about their kids, how they grow up oh so fast. Itâs funny watching them lean over to talk to each other while Nick sits between them, looking bored out of his mind.
He catches your eye and breaks out into a grin, before politely asking your mom if sheâd like to switch seats with him, which she excitedly accepts.
âNever thought Iâd see you at one of these,â Nick comments as he looks down at the field, eyes searching for his brothers, you assume. âWant some?â
Heâs got a bag of popcorn that he tips your way, and you thank him before grabbing a handful. You make idle conversation for a while, mostly about how he, his brothers and your brother would be graduating soon, and about your classes. You avoid the topic of the triplets ever-growing YouTube channel; you donât need Nick knowing you obsessively watch every video of theirs.
Nick was a welcome presence; where his brother Chris managed to put you on edge and make you feel hyperaware of his presence, Nick was comforting, grounding.
As disinterested as you are in sports, the energy of the field gets to you eventually, your eyes tracking the same three players, 3, 4, 15, Chris, Matt, your brother, over and over, while listening to Nick chime in occasionally about the score. You have enough awareness to pick up on the energy of the crowd, and it looked like the Sommerville players were doing really fucking well. You watch your brother and Matt make a couple of saves, and Chris going full offense by scoring a bunch of points for the team, all while clutching onto Nick as the two of you cheer each time.
Itâs down to the last few minutes of the game, and you watch with bated breath as both teams turn the ball over to score a point or stop the other from scoring.
âWait, whatâs going on?â you ask Nick. With only two minutes left, you notice all the players running to the edge of the field and forming team huddles.
âTimeout,â Nick says before taking a sip of his drink. âCoaches probably want to discuss final strategies with the team, but it wonât make much of a difference at this point. Weâre winning this thing!â
âOh, I seeâŚâ you mutter, and your eyes gravitate towards player number 3. You canât see much of Chrisâs face from this distance, but you watch as he swings an arm over your brotherâs shoulder. His head tips upward slightly, and for a second, you almost feel like heâs looking right up at you, but that would be crazy.
The game is back on, and you watch as your brother immediately springs into action, trying to get the ball that one of the players on the rival team had managed to grab. A shrill whistle blows, and Nick winces beside you.
âShit- whatâs wrong?â
âYour brother just got a foul, kid,â Nick says with a shake of his head. âHe was playing really well though, damn.â
One last minute. You watch as the Sommerville team expertly passes the ball around, going back and forth between a bunch of the guys as the other team tries to bat it from them. You donât even realize youâre holding your breath when you see Chris has the ball now, and with just a few seconds left on the clock, he makes the last score of the game, and the crowd goes fucking wild.
Everything else was a blur after. You remember being ushered onto the field by Nick, your parents joining you as the players all took pictures together, as a team, with their families. You remember seeing Chrisâ eyes widen as he took in your presence, before quickly flashing you his signature smirk.
âLook who decided to finally show up for a school game!â heâd said, arms cross over his chest, and youâd remember feeling small under his gaze, holding onto to Nickâs arm to hold back from flinging yourself at him in front of all these people, in front of your family.
The next few minutes had been spent taking pictures, and there was a particular moment when both your mother and Mary Lou had asked for a big group photo, and thatâs how you found yourself pressed up between Chris and your brother, who had his arm slung over your shoulder. You still remember the way Chrisâ fingers brushed against yours, your breath catching in your throat when, in an extremely bold move, considering you were with your families, heâd linked his pinky with yours.
Thatâs how it had started. Looks exchanged across rooms, stolen touches hidden from everyone elseâs eyes. A pull and push, a game of whoâd break first. It was like something that emboldened Chris that day of the game, and heâd test the limits to what youâd allow him to do to you. The goal for him seemed to be to get you to let down the invisible guard youâd put up whenever he was around, to get you to admit something even you werenât aware of. Your goal was to get your fill of Chris in hopes of satiating whatever curiosity and hunger you had for him before you had to watch him with some other girl as soon as he got bored with you.
There were nights after that game when heâd come over to your house to hang out with your brother when Chris would sneak into your room, under the pretense of going to the bathroom or to grab a snack.
It was during those nights that youâd exchange rushed, heated kisses, Chris grabbing onto your waist while you clutched at his shoulders, pulling him close before quickly pushing him away, breathless. Heâd swipe his tongue across his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, fighting back the grin that threatened to take over his face.
âGo out with me,â Chris had asked one night, leaning against your dresser and fiddling with the rings youâd left there from earlier that day.
âNo, Chris,â you had replied, already back to reading the book heâd pushed out of the way when heâd crawled over you to kiss you. You tried to ignore the way your lips feel swollen and bruised from where heâd bitten them.
âI don't know why youâre playing so hard to get,â he said with her arms crossed over this chest, his lips quirked up in his signature smirk. âYou clearly want me- why not date me?â
You can't help but let out a chuckle at that.
âWhat?â
âEveryone and their mother knows youâre not the dating kind, Chrisâ you said, with a tight smile. âYouâre going to bail the minute it gets too real, before going with one of the other girls in your roster.â
The silence that follows makes you look up from your book, and Chris is watching you with a look you canât comprehend.
âTouchĂŠ. So youâre good with being one of my girls then? I just donât want you to come crying to me later saying you were hoping Iâd be your boyfriend or some shit.â
You roll your eyes, hating the way his words made you feel. It was pathetic, chasing after crumbs, knowing you wouldnât get anything more. You knew what you were getting into, and you werenât expecting anything more. but it still made you feel like a fool.
âBy the way,â Chris begins to speak, arms crossed tightly across his chest, his shoulders stiff. âThe only reason I bail-â he says the word with a harsh tone youâd never heard from him before, â-is because all of you seem to have already set your minds on being with me for one thing, and one thing only. Not that Iâm too mad about it.â
Heâs scowling now, and you see the muscles in his jaw flex, like heâs gritting his teeth. He was definitely mad, about what exactly, you werenât so sure.
âWhat do you mean?â youâd asked, but Chris was already walking out of your room.
Youâd spent the rest of the night wondering what had gotten Chris angry. There was a part of you, the one that really, really enjoyed Chrisâ attention, that was worried youâd pushed him away, but a bigger part of you wondered if this was for the best. Youâd gotten more than youâd ever imagined from him, and it was probably best to leave it at this before you ended up getting swept up inâŚhim.
It didn't matter in the end, because that same night, after making a show of leaving out the front door to go back home, heâd snuck back into your room through your window and spent an hour leaving harsh kisses and bites on your lips, your neck and your collarbones.
He was clearly taking out his frustration from earlier on you, his fingers gripping at your waist and thighs as he pressed your body down onto your bed with this own.
He took, and took. Took your breath away with his kisses, took your wrists in his hands, grip tight as he held them down on either side of your head, all while laying claim on you and your body. Just like you wanted him to.
Realizations were made that night, because as soon as Chris had gotten his fill and left, youâd made yourself cum, over and over, as you imagined him being rougher with you, laying his claim on you with harsher, more painful touches to your body.
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Parties like these really werenât your scene, but you did enjoy being a fly on the wall, observing all the people around. Drunk teens and young adults giving into more baser instincts, their judgement clouded by the various substances theyâd consumed. Some were loud and brazen, engaging in risquĂŠ activities right where everyone could see them, some hidden in dark corners, making out with each other.
Youâre still nursing your first drink, letting it pull you into a tipsy haze, and you vaguely register the guy standing beside you talking about something you had absolutely no interest in. Heâs got one arm against the wall as he leans into your personal space, his lips close to your ear as he speaks, to make sure you can hear him over the loud music. You let out noncommittal hums and nod occasionally to seem like youâre listening, but your eyes are trained on Chris and the girl whoâs currently sitting on his lap, a different girl from the one you saw when you first walked in, grinding down on him.
Just as Chris turns his head in your direction, you turn your head towards the guy next to you, bringing your free hand to his and pulling it to rest on your waist. You smile up at him and laugh at a joke heâd just made, something incredibly unfunny and slightly problematic even, before telling him you were going to go grab another drink.
You head into the kitchen, where you get pulled into a conversation with a couple of your former classmates. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chris slip into the kitchen as well, before he squeezes past you. What no one sees is the way his hand lingers on your lower back as he moves past, dipping low to grab your ass, before quickly moving to the group of people that were also in the room, slinging his arms over the shoulders of two guys before delving into a loud discussion about this seasons lacrosse game.
Heat blooms across your face, and you bite your lower lip to keep from shouting across the kitchen at Chris to just fuck you already, because that wasnât the plan. You had to have more control than that now, because this was the only time youâd have it tonight.
Your mind wanders back to the several texts youâd exchanged with Chris over the years, after youâd first started yourâŚdalliance with him. They were sparse, you mostly kept your conversations minimal over text, but there had been one night last year, when you hadnât been able to sleep and had found yourself sending the one text you thought youâd never send to Chris.
> i need something
Youâd immediately regretted it. You thought youâd worded it in such a way that you could pass it off, pretend it didnât happen, or that it was meant for someone else, but you knew Chris would be able to tell exactly what you meant. He would be able to figure out everything youâd thought of him since the past year, every dirty thought, every horny fantasy youâve had since you first started letting him kiss and touch you, only ever with your clothes on, nothing that progressed past heavily making out and groping each other, leaving you panting and breathless, and him hard.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday night and your text could only mean one thing.
Youâd put your phone down, trying to go to sleep, hoping that, come morning, if Chris did reply to you, you could pretend you had sent it by mistake, but the anxiousness you felt made you pick your phone back up, and you saw it, the three dots that meant Chris was typing a response.
> U need to go to sleep
That would have been the responsible thing to do. You imagined being bolder, but you were only sixteen, and you had no experience flirting with guys, especially with guys like Chris, so youâd sent off a quick text apologizing, and telling him it was meant for someone else.
> Is that true? Who was it meant for?
> goodnight chris
> Tell me who
> no
> Need is a strong word, almost sounded like u wanted some late night lovinâ
You donât think, you couldnât think, not with the way your blood rushing in your ears makes you feel slightly faint, and before you know it, you reply with-
> well i feel strongly about it
> Strong feelings can be dangerous
> i want something dangerous
You were being honest. Chris was dangerous. This was dangerous.
> Want? Or need?
> need
There was a long pause, no ellipses indicating Chris was texting back, and for a moment, you think heâd abandoned you, that he was probably texting the many other, more experienced, girls he could be with.
> Dont fall asleep yet. Iâll be there in a bit.
> okay
> So the text WAS meant for me then
> shut up
> :P
The abrupt shift in tone of the conversation had made you giggle a bit, but you remember how youâd waited with bated breath for Chris to show up outside your window, before letting him into your room.
Chris had spent those early morning hours teasing you with his mouth and hands, whispering dirty little things into your ears, coaxing your needs out of you, demanding you tell him exactly what you meant with that text, with one hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you feel breathless but not take away your ability to breathe, because you told him you wanted it, while the other one dipped down into your underwear.
Youâre so fucking responsive, even to the slightest touch, heâd said. Everyone thinks youâre such a good girl, but here you are, sneaking around with your brotherâs best friend, what would everyone think?
Youâd let your body melt under his touch, letting him envelope you with his touch, his words, his scent.
I think about how youâd look with my cock inside you. I think about tasting you. I think about holding you down and fucking you until you canât hold back your sweet little moans. God, youâre so fucking desperate for my dick, arenât you?
And you were, you really fucking were, because no matter how much you pretended to be unfazed by him and his touch, the truth of the matter was, every moment you spent with him was followed by you locked up in your room with your fingers desperately pumping in and out of you, imagining how he would fuck you if you actually let him, how heâd open you up and push his dick into you, how youâd be so full of him.
That was the first night heâd touched you, really touched you, the first night youâd cum from fingers that werenât your own.
A loud laugh accompanied by a friendly slap on the shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts, and you let out a weak chuckle as your friends remark on how out of it you seem, even though youâve only had one drink. You look up to see Chris looking back at you over his shoulder, and when you meet his eyes, he jerks his head up slightly, and you know exactly what heâs trying to indicate.
Come upstairs.
Your eyes widen and you shake your head as imperceptibly as you can, even though youâre going to do exactly what he wanted, and you see how it gets him excited, because Chris liked being teased, liked how you played so hard to get, and you loved playing it up, acting all coy and innocent when both of you knew otherwise.
You tell your friends you need some fresh air, but instead of making your way out to the backyard, you slowly make your way upstairs, pushing past people and hoping to all powers above that there was at least one room that wasnât occupied.
You take your time checking every room on the floor, opening doors to people in various stages of undress, quickly yelling out apologies before moving to the next, until finally, you come to a door furthest from the stairs leading up to the floor. It was quieter here, the music from downstairs was almost muffled. You press an ear to the door, and when you donât hear any noises from the other side, you excitedly turn the handle to open the door, but it doesnât budge.
Locked. Fuck.
Just as youâre about to turn away, you feel a presence right behind you, the heat of a body. The strong scent of weed washes over you as hands come up to rest on your hips, before warm lips brush over the shell of your ear.
âLook what we have here,â Chris whispers in a teasing tone, sending a tingle up your spine, making your skin break out in goosebumps. You shiver slightly as his arms encircle you, before he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the door knob.
âItâs locked,â you whisper back, your hands coming up to hold onto his forearms.
âI know,â he mumbles, before holding out one of his hands, and you see a set of keys.
âGo on,â Chris says, nuzzling into your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your burning hot skin. You quickly grab the keys and fumble with the lock as Chrisâ hands wander down between your thighs, grabbing onto them as he presses into you from behind. You feel his length, not hard yet, but still hard to ignore, and the possibilities of how tonight is going to go has your head reeling.
You finally get the door open, and you stumble inside, Chris not far behind. You watch as he grabs the key out of the lock, before following you in and locking the door from inside this time.
You have half the mind to ask him how he got the keys to the door, how he thought of keeping it locked, but all that goes out of your head when he swivels you around and pushes you up against the wall, one hand cradling your head as his lips descend on yours. His fingers grip the hair at the base of your neck and pull, making your head tip back and you gasp as both pain and pleasure bloom and settle low in your stomach, your thighs clenching, and he takes that as invitation to lick his way into your mouth, his tongue fighting and very quickly winning for dominance. Your knees almost buckle from the intensity of it all, from just how turned on you are.
Here you were, with Chris Sturniolo, your brotherâs best friend, pulling at your hair, grabbing you so hard youâre sure youâll have bruises on your hips and thighs by morning. It was a heady feeling, being wanted, and being wanted by Chris was like experiencing the best high from the best drugs.
Chris lets go of your hair to grab onto your hips, pulling your waist away from the wall and grinding you against him, like you were just here to help him get off, and it still surprises you, how much it turns you on. The thought of being just a body to be used, a body that Chris owns and controls.
Your hands find purchase in his hair as you gasp under the assault of his mouth on yours, his teeth biting into your lower lip and pulling, before going back to twisting his tongue with yours. Itâs a messy kiss, rough and just painful enough that it has you wet and dripping. You feel the way your underwear sticks to your folds, and the patheticness of your own arousal turns you on even more.
Chrisâs hands snake up your stomach under your top, making it bunch up right below your neck. His gaze is heated as his eyes rove over your body, before heâs pulling your bralette down, and the fabric of it bunches up tight below your breasts, pushing them up further into Chrisâ face. He takes no time before licking and sucking on your nipples, groaning as he grinds his growing erection against your thigh.
âChris- please, please-â you whine, body writhing under his attention, hips bucking as you try and find some relief.
âStay still,â Chris says, and it almost sounds like a growl, which has the opposite effect to what was intended. Your moans get louder and he bites your nipple, your chest arching off the wall.
Chris straightens up, one of his hands coming up to smack you on the cheek before grabbing you by the chin, forcing your head back against the wall.
âStay. Still.â
The slap had been more shocking than painful, but it still turns you on, just how rough Chris is being with you right now, and you think about how much rougher you hope it gets.
Chris peers down at you, his grip on your chin relentless. âWill you stay still and quiet?â
You nod against his grip, teeth sinking into your lower lip to hold back a whine.
âGood girl,â he says, thumb stroking your lips before pushing into your mouth. You instantly wrap your lips around it, tongue laving at the tip of it before sucking it deeper into your mouth. You see Chrisâ pupils dilate as he watches you, mouth falling open slightly as he heaves deep breaths in and out.
âTake off your panties,â he says as he pulls his thumb away, swiping it over your nipple. He chuckles as you jerk away from the cold, wet touch. His fingers flutter over your skin as you quickly shove your underwear down your legs, and you think about kicking them away, but Chris holds out his hand.
Oh.
You hand over your underwear, soaked from your arousal, to Chris, who pockets it with a smirk.
âHm, good girl,â Chris mutters, before patting the side of your leg. âSpread your legs.â
You peer up at him through your eyelashes as you spread your legs apart and the cold air in the room hits your heated core, making you quiver.
Chris doesnât take his time. His body presses up against you as he brings a hand up your skirt and to your core, two fingers sweeping through your folds to gather the wetness that was dripping out of you before pumping them in and out of you, each thrust of his fingers punching a gasp out of you.
The room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of Chrisâ fingers squelching in and out of you, and he adds a third finger, twisting and spreading them inside you to stretch you out.
âFuck, Chris, I need you-â you moan, your hips rolling and pushing down to meet Chrisâ fingers. You bare your throat to him as he presses his nose to the spot under your ear, his teeth scraping down your throat. His fingers continue pumping into you, pressing repeatedly at the spongy bundle of nerves that had you clenching around them, and thatâs how he gives you your first orgasm of the night.
âYouâre such a slut for me, arenât you?â Chris asks, nipping at your jaw. âLook at how fucking wet you are.â
He steps back and holds up his fingers, glistening from the wetness, and spreads them apart, and you see the strings of your fluids clinging between his fingers, some of it dripping down onto his palm. Your breath catches in your throat when Chris brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and moaning at your taste. Heâd done this before, when heâd fingered you, and it made you squirm each time, seeing this visual confirmation that he enjoyed your taste.
Your eyes flick down to Chrisâ crotch, where you see the clear outline of his hard dick, and you realize that this is the first time youâre actually going to have a dick inside you. You remember the first time youâd seen it when youâd asked him if you could suck him off, and heâd had you kneel for him, before pulling it out of his sweatpants and feeding it into your mouth, guiding your head up and down his length, before heâd eventually just jerked off and cum all over your face.
You watch him as he pulls it out now, and you canât explain how oddly attractive his penis is. You didnât think youâd find a penis attractive, but Chrisâ was. It was long and thick, but not too thick, and it curved slightly to the left. It was ruddy now, from all the blood that had rushed down to it and the head of his dick glistened from the precum that was beading and dripping out of his slit. Chris wraps his hand around it, stroking it slowly to gather his precum and slick it up.
You make a move to step towards him, thinking heâll move things to the bed, but Chris grabs your hips and turns you to face the wall before lining his body against yours, pushing you into the wall, with your face turned sideways, your cheek pressed down against the cold surface. You hear the telltale sounds of a condom wrapper being torn open and rubber being stretched over skin.
You look back at Chris, eyebrows furrowing, as he hikes your skirt up your ass, lining his cock up against you and grinding it between your cheeks.
âYouâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â Chris whispers in your ear, his hand coming up to circle your throat, pushing up to tip your head against his shoulder. You feel his other hand reach down between the two of you, before guiding his dick into you, and your eyes flutter close when the tip slides through your folds to push into you, stretching you. Chris keeps his grip on your throat tight, and braces his other arm against the wall right beside your head.
Your body opens up for him, accepting him into you, as Chris sets a brutal pace, his dick driving in and out of you, leaving you breathless.
âChris- oh god, f-fuck, ngh-â you whimper, your hands scrambling to grab onto him, one hand clutching at his bicep, while the other comes up to grip the wrist of the hand that is squeezing your throat. âHarder, please- fuck, fuck, fuck- choke me harder-â
âSuch a fucking slut, what would everyone think if they knew you were up here begging me to choke you, huh?â Chris rasps out against your temple. âWhat would your brother think?â
You clench around him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues restricting your airflow, arousal and shame making your blood run hot in equal measure.
âYou love being split open on my cock, donât ya? Your pussy is fucking dripping around it,â he grunts, punctuating his words with harder thrusts into you, the head of his dick hitting the bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars.
âYes, yes, yes-â you chant, legs quivering as you gush around Chrisâ dick. âIâm gonna cum-â
âYeah? Cum on my dick, câmon,â Chris rasps, the hand that was braced against the wall moving to rub against your clit, making you buck up against him. âFuck, youâre so fucking tight still.â
His fingers rub furious circles over your clit, which has you clenching rhythmically around him, and it doesnât take long before you cum around Chrisâ cock, the force of your orgasm wracking through your body and making you quiver violently.
Chris keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm, and youâre hit with that thought again, of being owned and controlled by Chris, because it was the truth, wasnât it? He hadnât even bothered to get either of you fully undressed, hadnât taken you to bed, because you were just a means to a satisfying end, a warm body that accepted his rough, painful, attention.
And you loved it.
All you hear are the sounds of skin slapping skin and Chrisâ grunts and moans over your own punched out whimpers, and now Chris has both his hands on your hips, gripping them hard as he pulls you back onto his dick, his blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving a delicious burn. You donât know how long it lasts, but eventually Chris comes with a muffled cry, biting into your clothed shoulder as he fills the condom.
âFuck,â you breath out, slumping forward against the wall, wincing when Chris pulls out, before bringing two fingers up to glide through your folds, still wet, but now also puffy and raw from the constant rubbing.
Chris guides you towards the bed, and you hold onto him because your legs wonât stop shaking. He helps you fix your clothes, pulling your bralette and top back down your torso and smoothing your skirt down your thighs. He tucks his dick back into his pants before disappearing out of the room with the used, and now tied-up, condom in hand.
You sit on the edge of the bed, dazed and out of breath still, and Chris comes back a few seconds later with a wet towel which he gently swipes between your legs, while kneeling before you, letting out a chuckle and a sheepish âsorryâ when you wince and jerk away from the cold and rough towel.
Chris stands back up, and goes to say something when his phone buzzes. He looks down at it, letting out a low whistle at whatever message heâd just received.
âIâve gotta go,â Chris says, his thumbs flying over his keyboard as he types out messages.
âOne of your girls?â
âHuh? Yeah,â Chris says distractedly, before tucking his phone into his pocket. âYou going to be okay?â
âMhmm.â
âAlright, happy birthday againâ Chris says, bending forward to place a quick kiss to your cheek before patting the top of your head and leaving.
You flopped back onto the bed, sighing as you push your hair out of your face, your legs rubbing together to try and warm yourself up in the now too-cold room. And it was only then that you realize that Chris had left with your underwear.
Fuck.
> you have my underwear asshole
His reply came much later that night, after youâd already gotten home, using a pair of cycling shorts youâd snagged from the closet in the room Chris had left you in and bunching them up under your skirt to make do as underwear for the rest of the night.
> Oops
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"wrap your legs around my waist" ŕź | beast!dazai
.pairing âş beast!dazai x assistant!reader
.notes âş n/sfw content (mdni), fem!reader, cockwarming, office sex (if you see a pattern here no u don't), praise, name calling (slut, whore etc)
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"be a good girl and sit pretty f'me," dazai whispered, thumb circling your pretty clit as his cock was nestled deep inside you. you felt borderline delirious, being impaled on his cock without any movementâ it was so, so cruel of him.
"samu... wanna move s'bad," you sniffed, pretty pink nails clawing at his crisp button up as you tried your very best not to grind down further. "shh, I know baby, I know. must be so hard for a slut like you huh?" he tilted your chin upwards to look at him, heart squeezing at the little tears clinging to your lashline. god, how he loved seeing you cry. only for this thoughâ if anyone even thought about making you, his darling, cryâ they wouldn't see the light of day again granted.
"just a few more moments, 'kay? i'm almost done, pretty," he kissed the top of your head before going back to his paperwork, fingers still playing with that cute little clit of yours and you could only sit there and take it. little whimpers and soft moans came out of your mouth everytime he shifted a littleâ you couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. either way, it drove you insane.
you weren't the only one being affected by this though, osamu would hiss out a curse whenever you clamped down too tightly around him, your slick dripping down his cock to his ballsâ completely ruining his trousers. he was resisting the urge to just bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid on his cock and he knew that's exactly what you neededâ but he had to be patient. had to resist your sweet cunt clenching and unclenching around his length. you swear you could feel him throb inside of you, the feeling making butterflies erupt in your tummy.
after a few moments, you heard the soft click of the pen and osamu's slightly strained voice, "done." one moment you're cockwarming your boyfâ boss, and the next moment you're being hoisted up and slammed against the wall, osamu's hushed voice hitting your ears, "wrap your legs around my waist, need to fuck you now." and you compliedâ jumping as he picks you up, your thighs separated by his torso while he kisses you feverishly. his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and you moaned softly, letting him in your mouth as he suckled on your tongue, hips rutting into the heat of your soft cunt, nearly slipping out from how eager he was. yeah, you definitely weren't the only one desperate to have him slamming into you.
"f-fuckâ feels s'good, baby," he buried his head into the crook of your neck, hips still not slowing downâ his pelvis grinding against your clit with every fast thrust. your hands clawed at his back, whining for him to take his coat off, you wanted to touch him so bad. he only chuckled, squeezing your ass between his long fingers, "wanna touch me, yeahhh? beg for it, sweet girl."
of course he'd make you beg, he always does. "wanna touch you s'o baaadâ p-please!" you babbled, pulling and tugging on his jet black coat, your words breathy as you gasped, bouncing back to meet his thrusts halfway and he moaned, immensely turned on by your eagerness.
"c'mon, please don't tell me that's the best you can do? I'm sure a whore like you can do better~" he huffed, playfully smacking your ass, "now, beg. properly."
"samu! pleaseâ wanna touch you," you gasped, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. "wanna feel youâ pleasepleaseplease let me touch youâ!" your cries got cut off by osamu hoisting you up again, holding you up with one arm as he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it across the roomâ popping the buttons off his white button-up and throwing that away aswell. his attention quickly went back to you, running his cold hands up and down your sides as he shallowly thrusted into you.
your hands immediately flew to scratch at his bandaged back, not too hard thoughâ you know there'd be a punishment awaiting you if the bandages were damagedâ and you just wanted to be osamu's good girl today.
his thrusts grew deeper, lithe fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your clit and you moaned, tightening around his cock. the brunette let out a guttural growl at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him so deliciously, the feeling was downright addicting to himâ he needed to feel you cum around his cock.
his hips were slamming into you now, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you knew they were gonna leave marks. you didn't care thoughâ not when getting your brains fucked out by the port mafia boss.
your vision was hazy, drool dripping down your glossed lipsâ but you could still see how damn pretty he was. how fucking pretty osamu looked while fucking your lights outâ thick brown locks disheveled, face flushed as tiny beads of sweat gathered on his foreheadâ some of his bangs sticking to his skin and fuckâ you could almost cum from the sight alone.
what you didn't know, though, was that he was thinking the same things about you. oh, how your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure everytime he rubbed against a particular spotâ it made him abuse and hit that spot over and over again, just to see your eyes slightly roll back as chants of his name rolled off your tongue. he loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his unforgiving hips, made him want to bite and suck on them so much that they'd be left red and swollen. god, the mere image made his cock twitch inside of your velvety walls.
you gasped when his fingers sped up with his thrusts, ripping out gurgled mewls and moans out of you, your head lolling back against the wall as he encouraged you to cumâ and you were close.
"cum on this c-cockâ fuuckâ!" he got cut off by his own growl, hips moving at an erratic paceâ "soak this fuckin' cock, angel, now." and you did, right on queueâ spraying him with your juices, now dripping down your ass cheeks as you wail from the burning overstimulationâ only to get muffled by the palm of your boss. your body was completely slack in his hold, jaw unhinged as your thighs burned from the constant friction.
with one final thrust, he shuddered before flooding your insides with his seed, balls pressing against your ass and head thrown backâ exposing the column of his slim throat, you wanted to bite down on it.
he slowly pulled out shortly after, pulling your panties back up and letting the waistband snap against your heated skin before smacking your ass playfully. what a damn tease. you could feel his sticky release pooling in your panties, the sensation was uncomfortable but you didn't dare disobey his wishes.
"alright, off you go now. I'm sure you have work to do, no?" osamu smirked, patting your ass softly before pushing you forward.
you wanted to wipe that little smirk off his face so badâ you were so gonna get back at him for this.
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a/n: sorry if this is ooc y'all I haven't read beast fully </3 kinda hate this but wtv, promise the next one will be better
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