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xmalereader · 2 months

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Simon Riley x High Ranking! Male Reader

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Requested: Could I request a Ghost x male reader story. Male reader is also in the Task Force 141 as a high ranking officer. He never goes out on the field with the others. Ghost and male reader know each other for a long time and are together. (You can decide if they are married , etc). So reader is very shy and has an innocent and introverted aura. (Wears glasses, barely talks etc.) That’s also why they all were surprised when they found out that Ghost and Reader are together, because Ghost is… well Ghost. So, the reader defects to Makarov and because of the reader Makarov succeeds. So the 141 ‘hates’ reader and sees him as a traitor. So Ghost has to decide, if he is loyal to the Task Force or his lover. [You can decide what happens of course and also if reader survives and etc. Just don’t make a twist were reader goes back to 141 or kills Makarov :) ]

WARNINGS/ CONTENT: Language, angst, hurt/no comfort, specific details to reader, Soap being soap, mentions of Makarov, MW3 mentions, slight fluff, more dialogue, betrayal, simon is ruined.

WC: 3.4K

TAGS: @dzeilan

NOTES: I may have over done it with this fix but at least I got it finished 😂 but anyways hope you enjoy this request! I tried my best to keep it angsty and tempted to make a second part but for now I’m putting it in the maybe drafts. I decided to end it in a semi cliff hanger!

Task Force 141 was monitored and by someone above Price. Not many people knew who it was but they didn’t hear stories about the man being ruthless to his team, always giving them the hardest missions and dealing with the most deadliest and dangerous people. Everyone thought figured that he was a cold blooded man who stayed cooped up in his own office, never leaving or joining the field like the rest of the others. That’s. how everyone saw him.

When in reality he was the total opposite which surprised the 141.

In reality he was quiet and only spoke with authority when meeting up with the team, but when alone he was very closed up and not very social with the others, keeping to himself and not getting close with the others. Y/n had heard the gossip floating around about him and usually ignored it. He was a higher ranking than anyone else and could have easily found a way to stop the murmuring, but he wasn’t that power drunk to do something stupid.

Only his team knew what he was really like, he’s spent enough time with Price that he’s warmed up to the captain, always addressing him as ‘sir’ each time they meet only for Y/n to remind Price that he doesn’t need to call him that whenever they were alone and considered the man as a friend. Price was actually the one who approached him about building a team of his own, wanting his approval and guidance.

Y/n was surprised by this and intrigued by what he had in mind. When Price showed him the files of the people he wanted in his team, he can’t help but hide his small grin when his eyes land on a familiar name, finding it funny that he would be the boss to his own deadly boyfriend that everyone feared, wearing that scary mask that only made his silence much more deadly and intimidating for others.

He had told Price that he wanted to review the files first before giving an official approval, getting the time that he needed to review each soldier that he chose and memorizing every little thing about them and finding them impressive by the second. It didn’t take long for him to approval Price’s team and granting the man permission to gather them up and move on with a mission regarding Hassan during that time.

As much as Y/n hated being out in public and in front of others he had no choice but to be present during the time that Hassan was terrorizing the world. Many other soldiers had a chance to finally see who the scary man was only to grow confused when they saw him for the first time, wearing glasses while he squints at some paper work and maps, trying to figure out Hassans next location or if could find any other information regarding the man.

He would stay up all day and night looking for anything to help him, cooping himself up in his office with papers scattered around and computer opened as he did his own research. How he received a high ranking title he will never know, but his skills brought him this far.

Those quiet nights when everyone is sleeping a shadow creeps inside his own room, hovering over him from where he sat. He can feel their presence and doesn’t move his eyes from the computer. “If you are here to force me into bed, then I will have to decline.” He speaks up, hearing a familiar chuckle and tilts his head back to find Simon standing over him, hands on the back of his chair as he wore that skull mask over his face, gear gone and leaving him in black clothing and a jacket.

“You’ve been working day and night with no sleep.”

“How do you know I haven’t slept?” Y/n raised a brow and lowers his head to focus back on his computer screen only for Simon to place his fingers around his neck, using his index finger to tilt his head back in a gentle manner as he stares down at the man.

“You have bags under your eyes.” He moves his fingers up his cheek and grazed his finger under his glasses near his eye, noticing the lack of sleep from his own lover. “You know I can’t sleep.”

Simon lets him go and sighs as he watched his lover focus back on his work and moving maps around as Simon watched him from behind. “You won’t lose anything if you sleep.”

“But Hassan—“

“Is out of sight. For now.” Simon cuts in, using his own authority voice on his lover in order to get some sense into him. The two have been dating for about a year now, keeping it on the down low and preventing anyone from finding out. Y/n over ranked Simon and doesn’t know how the others would react when finding out that he’s dating their deadly weapon. He knows that Simon cares for him and his health and wants to make sure that he at least gets some rest.

“Fine…” He mumbled out and with that Simon reaches over to close his computer the room grows dim and the only light shinning through the window is the moonlight. “Time for bed.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“You sure act like one.” Said Simon, chuckling at his own words which makes Y/n roll his eyes and cracks a tired smile. He gets off his chair and follows Simon to bed as the other soldier helps him out by removing his glasses first and setting them on the desk with the rest of his stuff and gets him into bed.

These nights are special to them since its the only time that they are able to spend time together without getting caught, having to sneak around like high school teenagers in order to avoid any trouble, but sooner or later they’d have to let the rest of their team know. As he snuggled up against Simon he lets out a deep sigh, feeling exhausted from all the work his mind was all over the place thinking about the mission and the things that could be happening without their knowledge, but they had no ability into knowing it.

“Stop thinking.”

“Can’t help it.” Y/n mumbled out in the dead of night.

The silence of the base was killing him and he hated it. “Your thoughts are loud.”

“You telling me that you can read minds?” Y/n raised a brow at Simon while chuckling. “If I could read minds I would have gotten to Hassan by now.” He did have a point.

Y/n lies his head on Simons chest and taps his fingers against his stomach as he thinks. “I just worry for everyone and I’d feel guilty it something happened to you and everyone else.” When Y/n received such a high ranking he didn’t expect the amount of stress to come with it since he was in charge of his own team and deciding the fate of the mission. When he got his first team he had to take multiple risks, almost costing him the lives of his own soldiers which devastated him.

There were times that he wanted to leave his rank to get rid of the guilt that he felt only to learn that he couldn't’ always save everyone even if he tried.

“Not everyone can be saved, Y/n. It takes one life to save millions.”

But it also takes one mistake to risk millions.

After last nights reassurance, Y/n is able to work a lot better all thanks to Simon in forcing him to sleep. Tracking their target was getting easier, finding the locations and sending in the proper help in order to get rid of the missiles that were lost. It wasn’t until Shepherds betrayal that they were separated.

Y/n had lost communication with his team and Simon, stuck back in base where the shadow company was taking over Alejandro’s people. He caught on quickly when chaos erupted in base, collecting his things quickly and hiding them in the vents and getting his own gun ready when facing the shadow company.

Even though Y/n looked like an innocent man due to how quiet he is around others he was also deadly when others were in danger getting through the halls and gunning down anyone who came after him, not hesitating to fight back as he sneaks around the halls and onto the second floor where he makes his escape, he uses one of the shadow companies uniforms to get through the base without being noticed, making it through the gates and towards their radio station.

He uses it to communicate with the rest of his team, checking up on them and hoping that they are still alive. His anxiety spiked when he doesn’t get a response fearing the worst has happened to Simon, fearing that he’s lost the one person he loved. He wasn’t one for crying, but the lack of response was bringing him to tears, close to giving up and heading back down to hunt Graves down.

“Are you crying?”

Y/n gasps, turning around quickly with his gun out when coming face to face with Soap. “Soap.” He sighs in relief to see him alive as he lowers his gun, ready to scold the man only to see Simon climbing over the wall along with Rudy. His eyes widen when the land on Simon. “Simon…” He shoves Soap aside who's left flabbergasted and makes a beeline towards Simon, not hesitating to hug the man and sniffling against his shoulder. “You dumb bastard, why didn’t you answer? I thought you were dead!” He was mad at Simon for making him worry.

Simon smiles under his mask and warps his own arms around Y/n, relieved to see him too. “We got caught up trying to get here.” He responds back, pulling away and cup his cheeks and cleans his tears away unaware of the audience.

“Uh, what the hell is going on?” Soap finally decides to speak up by this shocking discovery.

It wasn’t until after they rescued Alejandro that Y/n tells his team about his and Simons relationship when regrouping. He expected Soap to be shocked by the news while Gaz and Price technically already knew about the relationship but never said anything about it until further confirmed. Y/n couldn’t be happier to have them.

“So what do we do about Graves?”

Everyone turns to look at Y/n waiting for him to make the final call only for Y/n to surprise everyone by his response.

“Do whatever you want.”

He lets Price take the lead on this one, coming up with plans to get rid of Graves and his men after what he did to them. Y/n remains at the safe house along with the others, guiding them through the coms where he was safer and giving out clear orders on Graves location when they all went back to base.

The entire day was hectic, taking down Graves and Hassan on the same day and recovering the last missile gaining a victory. Everyone was finally able to relax and head back home to rest before being called out to another mission. Things were fine until they weren’t.

After a year since their last mission, Y/n had spent most of his time at base, helping out with the simple things and helping Price out as always. Until he received anonymous messages through his private number the only one who knew his number was Simon along with Price and the others and no one else. He received the text the day that Simon went out with the others for a drink, staying back home to relax for a bit until eh got that message.

He was about to ignore it until private information about him and his entire team was sent to him, threatening him to listen or else his friends faced the consequences. Y/n would have taken action to find out who was messaging him and take them down quickly only to realize that this person knew far more than anyone about him and Simon. He was forced to keep these message hidden from Simon if he wanted to prevent a lose.

Y/n knew that Simon was smart and would slowly grow suspicious by his constant phone checking and the amount of times that he’d flinch out of fear when receiving those messages. Simon wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, especially with his lover but the amount of time that he kept his distance was slowly irritating him.

Simon was able to corner him in his office when back at base after finding out about Makarovs escape. “Somethings wrong.” He points out, getting Y/n’s attention as he leans back against the wall that he’s caged in. “Nothings wrong.” Y/n couldn’t allow Simon to know that was responsible for Makarovs escape at the prison.

“You’ve been distant and quiet.”

“I’m always quiet.”

“Not this quiet.” Simon knew him well enough to see the smallest changes.

Y/n’s anxiety grows by the second as Simon looks him dead in the eyes. “I’m worried about Makarov.” He blurts out, trying to throw Simon off from his real worry. “The most dangerous man escaped and we can be facing something far bigger and I’m worried on what we have planned.” He continues on, noticing how Simon finally relaxes when getting an answer even though it wasn’t the truth.

“Will get him and stop him before anything else happens.”

“And if we can’t?” Y/n wants to tell Simon the truth, but he can’t risk losing him. “We will.” He feels his gloved fingers caress his cheek as a way of soothing his worries.

“Now lets figure out how to take down Makarov.”

Y/n spent the last hour listening to Price form out the plan, memorizing every little detail in order to report it back to Makarov. It took him some time to figure out that the man he’s been communicating with was none other than Makarov, threatening him and his friends for information about their plans to stopping him. As guilty as he felt doing this behind their backs, behind Simon’s back he had no choice but to do it.

After their meet up he’d find a way to communicate with the Russian man sending him everything he knew about their plans only to get a response back from with a notification of millions of dollars being transferred to his banking account. That pushes him over the edge, his anger getting to him as he throws his phone against the wall, smashing it into pieces as he groans in anger. He was doing this to save his friends not for money and yet Makarov goes and pushes all the right buttons.

Because of Makarov the transfer was shown under the list of information trading. When Simon and Soap were sent to interrogate Milena about Makarovs next location they were expecting themselves to find some answers only to come up with more questions when Y/n’s name shows up on the list.

Soap is the first to point it out to Simon when it shows up on the computer. The two refuse to believe that Y/n had been communicating with Makarov only for Milena to laugh at the two.

“Why do you think Makarov isn’t here? It’s all thanks to your little birdie on the inside.” Her own lips form a mischievous grin when Soap glanced over to Simon who remained quiet under his mask, clearly processing everything and denying the fact that his own lover would turn their backs on them. On him.

“You’re wrong.”

Milena raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Am I?’ She questions. “He told Makarov that you were coming for him, told him about the plans and the bombings and now he knows about the stations.”

Simon stops himself from killing the women, not believing a word she’s saying only to think back to their previous failed missions. Every time they were close to getting Makarov he always escaped them clearly finding a way around the problem as if he knew about them. Simon left the island fuming, anger boiling inside of him as they flew back to Makarovs last destination a base hidden in the train station.

Soap can tell that Simon isn’t happy about the discovery of Y/n betraying them and working for Makarov. He knows not to ask about it since the man was already too upset to even talk about it and focused on their arrival. Simon communicated with Price and Gaz about the location and to meet them there.

Getting down to the station was chaos due to Makarovs soldiers trying to kill them resulting into him and his team getting separated and laving Simon on his own as he takes down as many soldiers as he can. From the corner of his eyes he spots Makarov getting through the station. “Makarov spotted.” He speaks through his coms, alerting the rest of his team.

“Take the shot!” He hears Price shout from the other end getting permission to kill Makarov.

Before Simon could take the shot he’s shoved to the side when the other side of the station explodes, ruble collapsing around him as he groans and leans back against a wall. His ears are ringing by how loud the explosive was and the amount of shouting he hears through his coms is ignored as he tries to get up, feeling pain shot up from his arm makes him wince, realizing that he’s injured. The place is merely collapsing and knows that he has to get out of the station before its to late.

As he gets up from the ground he hears a giant grown across from him, holding his gun up as his eyes land on one of Makarovs soldiers. He was to pissed off to care about their injures and cocks his gun only to stop when the soldier coughs harshly, reaching up to remove their own helmet and mask, revealing Y/n’s face.

Simon froze when his eyes land on him.

Y/n groans and placed a hand over his abdomen where he feels pain and turns to his side, trying to get up only to gasp when he hears the sound of a gun cocking, looking over his shoulder to face Simon.

The two are frozen in place unable to move by the realization in their faces. Y/n wants to speak up to defend himself from everything but knows that he can’t not after what he’s done. He slowly moves to stand, hand still on his abdomen as he keeps his eyes on Simon and a hand out in surrender.

“Simon…”

“Don’t.” Simons voice is harsh, hand tightening around his gun.

Y/n expects that tone as he shuts his own mouth. It wasn’t until rumbling is heard, the walls around them were about to collapse and they had to get out before it was to late for them. “The place is going to collapse we have to go.” Y/n tries to convince Simon to follow him out of the subway station if they didn’t want to get crushed.

“Simon.”

“Why?” Simon finally speaks up. “Why should I go anywhere with you?”

Y/n swallows nervously. “Look I can explain once we get out of here.” He takes a step forward to try and pry the gun from Simon only to freeze when Simon holds it up, keeping it pointed at him. Y/n knows that Simon won’t kill him if he wanted to he would have already.

“You were helping Makarov you helped him escape you helped him do all of this.” Simon nods at their surroundings the place was full of faint screams of panic from the citizens and the sound of his teammates voices were close by as they shouted for Simon. The place was falling apart all because of Makarov.

Y/n’s breath was picking up, grown into panic as he quickly tries to explain himself. “I didn’t know it was Makarov he was going to kill you—I didn’t have a choice—!”

“How long have you been lying to me?”

His breath hitched when hearing Simon’s words, unable to respond back as he opens and closes his mouth, words caught in his throat. He’s been helping Makarov since the beginning of everything and telling Simon wouldn’t change his mind about him.

Not matter what he says or what he tries it wouldn’t work. He’s broken the trust between them the trust that Simon gave him only to see it crumble away. Y/n takes a cautious step forward, ready to apologize for his mistakes only for the place to crumble, giving them both the time to escape. Only this time they don’t escape together.

#male reader #Simon Riley x male reader #Simon Riley x reader #Simon Riley #ghost x male reader #ghost #simon riley mw2 #ghost mw3 #hurt no comfort #angst

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divine-donna · 11 months

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pink ensembles

pairing: miguel o’hara x gender neutral! reader

word count: 994 words

ao3 link: 💗💗💗

summary: the spider society is holding a very special barbie disco party!! miguel doesn’t have an appropriate outfit. thankfully, you have the perfect solution for your partner. and you’re awesome at dressing people!

for vibes: “dance the night” by dua lipa

notes: there are no detailed descriptions about the ensemble reader is wearing. it’s just something that’s all pink! anyways who’s excited for the barbie movie? i’m seeing it over oppenheimer.

“Wait, you’re not coming?”

“Well I didn’t say that. I said I wouldn’t dress up.”

“That’s as bad as saying you’re not coming! If you’re not going to dress up, why come at all!”

“(Y/N), that’s literally not what I meant.” The man was trying to enjoy his lunch in peace. “If I don’t come, it looks pretty bad. Especially as the person who founded the Spider Society.”

“And I just believe you should look the part.”

Miguel sets his arepa down. “I don’t think you get it. I’m not dressing up because my wardrobe...” He sighs. “You’ve literally been in my wardrobe. You steal my clothes all the time.”

It finally hit you. “Oh. I see. It’s because you lack color in your wardrobe. That’s not a problem!”

“What...What do you mean? I literally don’t have the clothes for it.”

“And I do! I think I have the perfect outfit too. Come on! We’re going back to my place!”

Miguel rushed to finish his lunch and even took the last remaining arepa with him. He’d rather die than let a good arepa go to waste (also because wasting food was something he was taught not to do). The two of you made it back to your place where you revealed your closet. It was definitely a closet from a Barbie dreamhouse playset. Your closet was even color coded and was very satisfying to look at. There were even shades of colors he didn’t think existed. You were going through your pink section, putting different shades of pink against his arm and even looking at the veins of his hand. “Perfect! The ensemble I have in mind is the right pink!” You were giddy about this and pulled out the set.

He wasn’t phased by the outfit but rather that you seemed to have it in his size. “How long have you had this?” He asks.

“For a while. I bought it in hopes of us doing matching outfits one day.”

“How did you get my size?”

“Lyla helped.”

He’s not the slightest bit annoyed. Instead, a small smile crosses his face and he walks over to you, giving you a gentle kiss on your lips. You kiss back and take in his presence. It was always nice to just be with him. “I’ll put this on.”

When Miguel comes out, you almost fell over. Because your partner was just...hot. So, so, so, so hot. The sleeveless top allowed you to see every single fiber of muscle as he moved his arms. His pecs were popping out from the neckline. The flared pants hugged his waist nicely, rising quite high, and framing his butt better than his Spider-suit. The white cowboy hat really topped everything off. But despite the beauty that was your partner in this outfit, you still felt he was missing something. Maybe something around his neck? That would be quite hot. “I look like a vaquero. Except without the equipment.” He says.

“I mean, it is Western inspired. And it was vaqueros that were the base for the Western cowboy.”

“We definitely did it better.” He takes a spin, watching the way the bottom of his pants flared out.

“You have white boots?”

“They’re the most colorful thing in my closet.”

“Great! They’ll go with the outfit. Now, you’re missing something.”

“Am I? I think it looks great.”

“You just need one more bit of pizzazz!” You rub your chin for a bit. “Lyla!”

“Here!” The AI appears besides Miguel’s shoulder. “I knew he would look good.”

“Lyla, do you think you can find the star patterned pink bandana?”

“Oh.” She winces. “It’s not here on this Earth. But it is available in these Earths and at these storefronts, from what I can gather.” Lyla expands the map of the multiverse.

“Well, we can start there. I’ll be back soon Miguel.”

Miguel was...very surprised to see you come back with a ton of scratches and bruises. But you were beaming brightly and judging by the bag in your hand, you had succeeded in your mission. He should’ve figured that you were willing to fight tooth and nail for the last fashion accessory for your partner. After all, what was better than getting to dress him up? “Geez! What happened (Y/N)!” Lyla cleans her glasses to make sure it wasn’t dirt blocking her vision.

“I fought people for it. Turns out everywhere in the multiverse is looking for this? It’s the biggest multiversal fashion trend.” You pull the box out and toss the bag, before removing the top of the box. “It’s like fresh!” You approach your partner with the bandana and he lets you tie it around his neck. When you step back, you feel your eyes water. “It’s perfect!”

“Awww. Should let (Y/N) dress you up more. They know what they’re doing.” Lyla looks at her watch. “Got to go. I’ll catch you two at the party!” The AI disappears.

“Okay now I have to get ready!”

“Take your time cariño.” His voice just purred softly. And you needed to prevent yourself from just melting at the way he spoke to you.

When you came out, your scratches and bruises were gone (mostly). And you had dressed up in your cutest pink ensemble. You looked like a Barbie doll! And honestly, Miguel was feeling like he was just a Ken. He looked nowhere near as good. “I like what you did beneath your eyes.” You had put small stones to complete your makeup look.

“Thank you! I’m happy you like it.”

“I always like what you do.”

“You’re going to make me collapse from how cheesy you are.”

“I’ll just catch you.” Miguel pulls you close to him and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. He’s careful not to ruin the makeup.

“Shall we get going?”

“I don’t know. How about we just stay here for a little longer? No one arrives to a party on time anyways.”

#spider-man: across the spider-verse #across the spiderverse #fluff #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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augustghosts · 3 months

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Stewy Hosseini x female reader

A classic tale of fucking your ex at your friends wedding. We’ve all been there, I think.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ pls, minors will be blocked! Not proofread which is defo a warning, lmk if you spot anything ive missed. Smut. Oral f!recieving and protected pinv. Alcohol and drugs are mentioned slightly.

Little authors note sorry: Hey everyone i am actually alive lol. 5 months later i return writing for someone new… not out of character for me. I watched succession for the first time recently (late asf to the party i know) and i read some amazing stewy fics so i thought i’d add my piece because i’m obsessed with him. Sorry to all my tommy miller babes on here, i swear i tried writing for him again but my inspiration for tommy fics seems to have gotten lost. I really struggled when i tried finishing my half way done tommy series lol. But when i started writing this one it just floooowed and i finished it in like a few hours. Maybe my tommy love will come back someday but for now…. This. Hope someone out there enjoys lol <3

You’ve felt eyes on you all night. Everywhere you go you end up meeting his eyes across the room. Eveytime you look over at him, he’s already looking. He should be the one that's embarrassed, you’ve caught him looking at you multiple times, but you’re always the one who ends up looking away first and feeling your skin heat with the embarrassment of being caught. While he shamelessly stares at you over the rim of his glass, that awful fucking smirk gracing his lips and he watches you squirm. Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. And you almost hope he approaches you so you can tell him that.

Towards the end of the night he starts to close in, starts inching closer to you. He starts making conversation with the people around you, people at the bar next to you, and eventually your friends. Asking them how they are, how it’s been such a long time. Then, he finally gets to you. He takes his time looking you over before he speaks and you’re determined not to be the first one to talk, so you let him stare. Both of you standing in silence for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

“You look great.”

”Thanks.” Keeping it simple seems safe. You want to tell him he looks good too because fuck, he does. He always does. He notices your eyes drifting over his suit and tie and he chuckles.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Uhm,” He trails off - pretends to think. “I’m at a fucking wedding, and i’m enjoying myself.”

”Yeah?” You ask, he nods in agreement. The way his eyebrows raise tells you he’s still being sarcastic, still mocking you. “Watching my every move all night is how you enjoy yourself?”

“Actually, yes.” He confirms. “Watching you squirm all night was pretty fun.”

”I wasn’t.” You attempt to defend yourself, downing your drink. “I was just-“

“I’ll get you another.” He cuts you off, snatching your glass out of your hand - not even bothering to ask. You almost try to protest, but you don’t see the point. You know him too well, you know how stubborn he is, once he gets an idea it’s hard for him to let it go. If the idea he’s got tonight is paying for your drinks, then so be it - who were you to complain. You sit down on the stool next to you, watching as Stewy makes the bartender laugh as he orders your drinks. You're kind of pissed that you still can’t figure him out sometimes, you know him better than most people - maybe better than anyone, but he still confuses you. It has been a while since you last saw him, but you conclude that he hasn’t changed much.

When he comes back with your drinks he puts yours down in front of you and asks: “Still your favorite?”

You nod, kind of pissed that he got it right. You try to convince yourself that he didn’t actually remember that small detail. That he’s just been watching you order them all night during your staring competition.

“So, how’s your family?” You ask, cringing at how lame you sound. You just don’t want to let him start a conversation you don’t want to have.

He smiles, because he knows what you're doing. “They’re fine. I still don’t see them much, but they’re good.”

”You’re still too busy to see your family?” You joke.

“Mhm,” His smile almost looks genuine as you joke with each other. “I’m always busy.”

“Busy stealing people's money?”

He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you laugh as well. God, you don’t want to admit that you missed him. But everyone else just seems so boring after him, you’ve never found the same thing you’d had with him with anyone else.

“You never really understood business did you?” He laughs.

“I understand perfectly.”

“Sure,” He agrees. “I explained it to you enough times.”

“Yeah, and bored me to death.”

”Is that why you broke up with me?”

His question completely catches you off guard and you almost choke on your drink. You almost want to ask him if he purposefully said that while you were taking a sip, but you’re too busy trying to supress your coughing.

“Jesus, it was just a question.” Stewy laughs at you again, his warm hand coming to rest on your back as he watches you almost choke.

“Fuck you.” You say pointedly, after getting yourself back under control. ”You know why we broke up. Also, I broke up with you?”

”You did.”

“Stewy, it was amicable.”

“Was it?” His face goes serious again and you instantly miss the sound of his laugh. You just sigh, taking another sip of your drink. This was exactly the conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I thought you said you were enjoying yourself,” You say after a few moments of silence. “Don’t ruin it now.”

”I lied.” He says. “I always hated those two, I can't believe they actually got married.”

”Match made in hell.” You agree, both of you laugh softly again.

“You know I also lied earlier when I said you looked great.” He says, surprising you. You brace yourself for whatever joke he’s going to make about you, you shouldn't have pissed him off, he can get mean when he’s pissed off. It’s not his fault, it’s just his defense mechanism - but nevertheless you brace yourself for his comment - and he surprises you again by saying: “You look fucking incredible.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You opt for another sip of your drink instead and he watches you in amusement.

“I only came because I hoped you would be here,” He continued. You still can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, that damned smirk on his face makes you think he’s making fun of you, but those big brown eyes look so sincere.

“Stewy, stop.” You sigh.

“Come on, baby.” He murmurs, he leans forward in his chair and places his hand on your knee. The nickname makes you tense up. Makes a familiar heat spread through you. “Let me get you another drink and take you up to my room.”

Fuck. He’s fucking good at this, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to get you. You’re trying to think, but the alcohol and the way his thumb is rubbing your knee is clouding your mind. He waits patiently, watching as you look down at his hand and back up to his face. Your eyes stop at his lips before meeting his gaze.

“Alright,” You say, you swear you can actually see his eyes light up. “Go get me another drink and show me your room. Then I'll decide.”

“You got it.” He grins and practically jumps out of his seat. When he returns he holds out his hand to help you off your stool, the heels you decided to wear and the drinks weren’t a good match. He hands you your drink, although you don’t really want it now. His hand finds its place on the small of your back and a fire lights up somewhere inside of you. His touch feels so familiar - comforting. He leads you out of the bar and to the elevators. Punching in the right number before the doors close, leaving you both alone in the small space. It suddenly feels too quiet.

You want to touch him, but once again you don’t want to be the one to make the first move. You don't want him to know how desperate you are for him, although you think he already knows. He’s watching you in silence, his eyes dark and wanting. A look you’ve seen a million times before - a look that makes you excited. The elevator ride is short, Stewy isn’t the type to kiss you in an elevator, and you know that, so you’re not disappointed when the doors open and he hasn’t touched you or said a word.

He gestures for you to leave first, putting his hand on the door so they don’t close on you, or him. Some people would find this strange, the silence, but it’s a game you’ve both played with each other before. A game you both enjoy. He guides you to his room with a hand on your back, just like before. When he unlocks the door and opens it for you, you suppress a gasp. As usual, Stewy needs to have the best of the best. The bride and groom's room probably isn’t even this nice. They probably couldn’t afford it - Stewy can.

“Well?” His voice sounds from behind you.

“Hm?”

”What do you think? You said you would decide when you saw the room. Is it good enough for you?”

”Uhm,” You pretend to think as you set your drink down on the dresser, turning around to dramatically inspect the room. It earns a playful eye roll from Stewy. He knows what impresses you and he knows he already has you. He already had you down at the bar.

“I think it’s okay.” You conclude, turning to face him. He hums in sarcastic agreement, looking you up and down. He’s playing the game again, who is going to end it first. Who is going to lose. You don’t like losing, and neither does he. But honestly, haven’t you already lost? He has you in his room for christ sake. He has you standing in front of him, already dripping and all he’s done is touch your leg a little and look at you the right way. So you put aside your pride and step towards him, you bring your hands up to his cheeks and roughly bring his face down to your, finally connecting your lips.

His hands immediately find their home at your hips, pulling you tightly against him. The kiss immediately turns from an innocent kiss to a hungry and passionate one, his tongue dominating your mouth. You both know each other's bodies so well, there's no need for taking it slow or asking questions.

“Fuck, Stewy.” You sigh as he backs you towards the bed, gently setting you down and climbing over you. Kissing every inch of your skin.

“God, I missed that.” He groans, marveling over the way you sigh his name. “I missed you, baby. I can admit it. I want you so badly.”

You moan softly at his words, at the way his lips feel on your neck - at how right this feels. You had missed him too. He catches you off guard when he pulls away to ask, ”Have you been fucking other people?”

“Sorry?” You giggle, “Why are you asking me that now?”

”Have you?” He presses.

“I ju- maybe.” You stutter, already missing his lips.

”Maybe?”

”I know you’ve been fucking as well.” You accuse, suddenly defensive. You push yourself up onto your elbows, despite still being trapped underneath him.

“Yeah, I have.” He says coolly.

“So?” You ask, irritated. Why was he doing this?

“So, none of them were as good as you.” His words earn an eye roll from you. “Nothing can compare to this pussy.” He adds, his hand sliding down to roughly grip your thigh and bring it over his waist. Oh, shit. His half hard cock is pressing perfectly against your pussy in this new position, the material of your dress and his suit pants keeping you apart. “And, i bet none of those guys fucked you the way i do.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin, his other keeping him above you. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he asks, “Did they?”

“No.” You practically squeak. “None of them were like you. No one is like you, Stewy.”

You’re not even lying, after having sex with Stewy for so long nothing compared. You had gotten accustomed to a man who knew what he was doing, to a man who was generous in bed. You had gotten used to a man who could make you cum. No one had achieved that after him. Your answer obviously pleases him, he grins and leans down to kiss you again.

He ends the kiss and stands up leaving you spread out on the bed, you whine underneath him, chasing for more. He ignores you and slips off his suit jacket. He makes a show of undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his sleeves in order to push them up to his elbows. Fuck, he looks so good. You almost want to tell him, but you don;t need to. He can see the way you're watching him, that look in your eye. He knows what you look like when you’re turned on - and this is it. He grabs your thighs and pushes your dress up to your waist, getting a good look before sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder somewhere.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. I know what you need. I can’t wait to taste you.” He rambles as you whimper in anticipation, he presses a kiss to your ankle as he watches you buck your hips.

He has his mouth on you before you can respond. Just as you remember, he is painfully and infuriatingly good at it. He still eats pussy like it's his second nature. He still looks up at you through his gorgeous lashes as he traces your clit with his tongue. He has to hold back from grinning against you as you writhe and whimper. He groans as you sigh his name and run your hand through his hair. You remember how much you love it when he’s like this, when he's animalistic and loses his composure.

Your legs tighten around his head as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. It’s fucking embarassing how quickly you barrel towards your climax, but it has been a while. And no one else devours you like this, no one else is this good. You should have expected it. He recognizes it immediately, breaking away from you for a second to speak.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Stew.” You moan, your hands grabbing at his hair attempting to push him back down. He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he watches you.

“God, I love it when you beg for me.” He mumbles before diving back in, allowing you to push his head down and maneuver him.

"Please make me come," you groan, arching your back. “I'm so close, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, he continues to lap at you and work you though your orgasm as you come against his mouth. His beard delightfully scratches your sensitive skin, leaving behind a delicious burning feeling. He’s painfully hard now, after watching you come and hearing you moan his name. You begin to push at his head when you come down, usually he would tease you a little now, knowing how sensitive you are and make the most of it. But he’s so fucking desprate for you, he has been all night. He’s been dreaming about being inside of you for hours now.

He’s instantly on his feet, undoing his belt and undressing. You follow suit, weakly sitting up - doing the best your legs can do when they feel like jelly, you lift your dress over your head and throw it on the floor with his clothes. He’s climbing back on top of you, kissing you hungrily. His lips and chin are still wet with your juices and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me?” You ask breathlessly, fully prepared to submit to him- to do whatever he asks.

“Fuck,” He groans at your words, having to pause for a second. “Can you turn over for me?”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him one more time before turning over and crawling to the middle of the bed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and holding yourself up on your elbows, so your back is deliciously arched the way you know he likes. You grin as you hear him groan behind you, his hand petting your ass before he delivers a light slap to it. He steps away from you and you hear the rustling of a condom wrapper, did he have that in his fucking pocket? His words from earlier repeat in your head, ‘I only came because I hoped you would be here.’

“Plese fuck me, Stewy.” You moan softly, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I need you.”

”How bad?” He teases. The head of his cock is ever so slightly pressing against your entrance, he’s hardly holding back as he waits for your answer, pushing in slightly.

“So bad,” You sigh, pushing back on him so he slips easily inside of you. You both moan loudly, you love that he’s so loud and shameless in bed. He stays still once he’s bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please move. I need to be fucked properly, only you can do it.”

The sound he makes behind you is heavenly, you knew that would work. He pulls out of you before pushing back in slowly. He always does this, he starts slow and then builds up to a bruising pace. All you can do is whimper beneath him and beg for him to fuck you faster. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking well. Like you were fucking made for me.” His voice is deep and raw.

”I think I am,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gonna soak my cock?”

All you can do is furiously nod your head and moan beneath him, the sounds of your pussy squelching as he fucks you is almost embarassing. You don’t have time to think about it because he’s pulling out of you and gently flipping you over onto your back. He lifts your legs and rests his knees on the bed, throwing your feet over his shoulders and he leans over you. He guides his cock back into you and dives down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips in a messy kiss. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths, not minding when your teeth momentarily clack together.

“Come on gorgeous,” He groans, he’s breathless - pressing kisses to your face between his words. You can tell he’s close too. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me fucking have it.”

He feels you tighten around him as you come, his name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. Your hands tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. You look so beautiful, baby.” He talks you through it, still fucking you as you come around him.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Come inside of me, Stewy.”

You know he’s wearing a condom, but the dirty talk is hot. He thinks so too, because that's all it takes for him to come. His head is buried in your neck, his teeth biting into the soft skin under your ear. No doubt leaving a mark, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now all you can think about is how hot he sounds when he comes, you love that he isn’t quiet, that he isn’t afraid to groan your name into your neck.

He stays still for a second, lifting his head and kissing you - gently this time, before he pulls out. You rest for a minute while he discards the condom. You hear rustling and sniffing while he’s in the bathroom and you almost want to yell out to him - this is why we broke up. But you ignore it, getting up from the bed and breezing past him as he leaves the bathroom. You close the door behind you, taking the hotel robe off the back of the door and cleaning yourself up, doing what you need to do. You wonder if you should shower, but decide you should probably go back to your own room to do that.

When you leave the bathroom he’s sitting in the bed under the covers, the tv remote in his hand. Your dress and underwear have been picked up and folded on the chair beside the bed. It makes you smile, how can someone be so thoughtful but so selfish at the same time. That’s why you broke up, you need to keep reminding yourself.

“So, I guess I'm gonna go back to my own room.” You say as you gather your things. You’re on your way back to the bathroom with your clothes when he speaks up.

“Okay,” He says, respecting your decision. “Why?”

”Why?” You repeat, stopping your tracks. “Don’t you want me to go?”

”No. I want you to watch tv with me.”

”Seriously?” You laugh before you realize he’s being serious.

“Yeah, seriously.” His face is impassive, and hard to read. But you can’t resist those big brown eyes and you drop your clothes back onto the floor and slip into bed with him.

“Hey,” He whines as he looks at your dress. “I picked that up and folded it for you and you just threw it on the floor again.”

“Sorry, how rude of me.” You laugh at the mock pout on his face. You’ve sat pretty far away from him and he eyes the space between you.

“Come here.” He says lifting up his arm so you can cuddle into his side. God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should have left. But he smells good and this bed is so comfortable.

“Will you stay the night here?” He asks quietly

”I shouldn’t.” You sigh.

“I know.” He agrees.

Of course you end up staying the night, Stewy is very convincing. With his promise of round two and a warm shower in the morning, it’s hard to resist. He also promises an expensive breakfast after the shower, but he says, ‘only if you behave yourself.’ You spend the whole night talking and laughing with him. Not only is he the best fuck you’ve ever had, he’s also the funniest person on earth. He’s got the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen but he’s also the biggest assole you’ve ever met. He’s so confusing, but that night you decide that maybe taking a little more time to try and figure him out won’t be so bad - only time will tell.

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CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER THREE

" You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like ”

▸ summary: winter ends and so do relationships ▸ characters: robin buckley, eddie munson, & steve harrington 💕 (ft. dustin henderson and jonathan byers) ▸ word count: 13.7k ▸ warnings: SEMI-SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) handjob, & angst ▸ series masterlist

DECEMBER (CONTINUED..)

“You’re kidding me.”

“I am not, Jonathan!” you hissed, looking down the hall. When there was no sign of anyone else coming out of their rooms, you continued on. “I just..left.”

“But why would you just..that doesn’t make sense! Tell me from the beginning again.”

Sighing, you sat down in the chair by the kitchen phone. It had been over an hour now of venting to Jonathan and because he’s currently hopped-up on whatever his friend Argyle supplied him, it’s taking longer to explain everything to him.

“Fine, but this is the last time.”

“Last time, promise.”

You go over the events that happened at the end of the night you spent at Steve’s. It was a bit painful to explain it in detail again but you really needed some advice from your friend. “..And when I looked back, he was standing there. Note in hand and everything.”

“Christ.” he sighed, “And since then you two haven’t talked?”

“I called him when I got home that afternoon. Other than that we’ve been thankfully busy. Mostly just school and then work. But I’ve switched with Keith a couple of times to avoid the long hours.”

“You really know how to put on the theatrics, don’t you?”

“Seriously?” you gaped, looking at the receiver as if it insulted you and not your friend on the other line. “I’m doing anything for theatrics. I’m literally trying to get out of possibly another fight.”

“Yeah, which surely won’t happen the next time you see each other again.”

“I’m sort of hoping it'll resolve itself by then.” he went silent for a moment and you knew that he was possibly coming to his own thoughts on it. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m thinking you’re not gonna like what I have to say.”

“I’m sure I can handle it. Just give it to me.”

He sighed softly, seeming to be more nervous at your request. But he spoke up either way. “I think you’re in the wrong for asking that much from Steve.”

“..you’re right. I’m hanging up.”

“Would you let me finish?” Jonathan chuckled before he turned serious again. “I get where you’re coming from. I know that in your head it’s just logical for the guy with no official ties there to just leave and go with you.”

“Good, you get it.”

“But,” he continued on. “I also think it’s wrong for you to assume it'd be easy. Steve Harrington has lived in Hawkins his whole life and despite any complaining he might have done to you at some point, a small part of him is gonna be scared shitless to just leave the comforts of home.”

You frowned at your friend’s words. Hating that a small part of you felt like what you were hearing was right. “But I left home. I haven’t lived there in almost three years..”

“And I’m sure if your parents asked you to come back you’d tell them no, right?”

“I—“ the answer died on your tongue. At this point you weren’t sure what you’d actually say to a question like that. While Hawkins the place wasn’t your home, the people that inhabited it were. And you didn’t think you could give up any one of them. Especially Steve.

“I know it sucks not to have things go your way. But sometimes you gotta take the curveballs life throws at you and do something else.”

“Something else?” you frowned. “But..what about the relationship? The feelings we worked on getting out..all that was just for nothing? All because we let fear get in the way of progressing it?”

Jonathan sighed and you can practically envision him with his hand on his hips right now. “Who says you guys are supposed to progress together? What if there’s changes along the way?..Look this is definitely something you should talk to Steve about. But, if this were me in the situation. I’d just do what my heart thinks is right. Even if it’s to the disappointment of others. Just do what makes you happy, you know?”

The thought about what makes you happy was easy to answer. It was Steve. He was the only thing these days that made you the most happy. But Jonathan was right, if you truly went with what you wanted, some people along the way might get hurt.

“Henderson? You still there?”

“I’m here I’m just..” you sighed. You were about to ask about his thoughts on taking a gap year when the sound of a car engine cut you off. Dragging the phone and long cord with you, you peeked through the window to see Steve parking in your driveway. “Shit.” you whispered. “Can I call you back later?”

“What? Why? Is Steve there?”

“Yes,” you muttered, looking as he seemed to be talking to himself in the car. “I think he must have heard you lecturing me.”

“Good. The two of you need to seriously sort your shit out. Anyway, Argyle is gonna come over tonight. He has this new album he wants to show me.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“All right, sounds good. And look..just hear him out. Maybe he’s going through something we don’t know about, okay?”

The two of you muttered out a quick goodbye before dropping the phone back down. Grabbing your thick coat off the coat rack, you quickly made your way out the door. Closing it up behind you with a swift thud as Steve had just made his way out of his car.

“Oh, hey.” he said nervously. “Guess you heard me coming in.”

“Yeah.” you said plainly. “I was by the door anyway..”

The two of you slowly moved towards each other. His usually confident demeanor faltered as he approached. His eyes, usually warm when looking at you, had a dull shine. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you both met in the middle of the driveway. It made your stomach twist to know that the two of you were not only nervous but awkward with each other. Even when you hated Steve you never felt this bad.

“I missed you.” He said softly, reaching a hand out to place on your arm. “I missed you all week actually.”

“I missed you too.” you said softly, not even realizing that amidst the trouble, there was the need to see him again until he was before you now. Your eyes caught sight of a little patch of green peeking out from his shirt. Reaching forward you pull down his coat to expose the familiar tacky vest from work. “You came from work..”

He chuckled a bit, nodding his head before he unzipped his coat, exposing the rest of the vest to you.“Yeah, I did. Would have come sooner, but I was sort of building up the courage.”

That tugged at your heart a bit and you reached out to cup at his cheek. Rubbing with your thumb soothingly. “You should never be afraid to talk to me..”

He reached up to place his hand on top of yours, a small smile on his face. “Never. I’ll always want to talk to you..it was getting you to talk to me that made me nervous.”

Sighing, you look down to the ground. Not sure how the two of you were going to approach this. But things couldn’t continue this way. Turning your attention back to Steve, you give him what you hope came off as reassurance. “I’m listening..”

Changing your hand to lace together, he led you over so that the two of you could lean against your Aunt’s car. Shading you under the roof of the parking spot and also placing you closer to his side.

“I have a small confession.” he murmured, moving his other free hand into his pocket. “I did come with other intentions than just talking.”

You watched as he dug out a small box from his pocket. The size was oddly too familiar with something else but he quickly opened it up before you could question it. Peering down, you looked inside to find a beautiful gold necklace.

“Steve,” you softly gasped. “It’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Humor me.” he said before reaching in. He pulled at the chain until he was able to dangle the center of the necklace to you. A small letter ‘S’ shined back at you. Nudging at your shoulders, he gently turned you around so that he could place the necklace around your neck, quickly locking it on.

Turning back to face him, the two of you glanced down at the accessory. It was a perfect fit. And though you’ve never been one to have your boyfriend’s name be proudly displayed for others to see, the small little S made your heart beat faster.

“I've, uh, wanted to give that to you for some time now.” he said, clearing his throat. Almost nervously. “That box has been sitting in my sock drawer since the summer, honestly.”

“The summer?” you asked, “Why?”

“Remember that night before we were stuck in the elevator?”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at the memory. It was the night that cemented your feelings for Steve. “Yeah,” you nodded. “There was that mess on the roof, then I got upset and you came over to cheer me up..it was perfect.”

Steve smiled at that, nodding his head in agreement.

“That night changed everything for me.” He reached up to cup the side of your face, eyes boring down to yours when he suddenly turned serious. “I wanted to tell you I loved you a thousand times that night. But seeing as we weren’t there yet, I settled for trying to make a grand gesture sort of thing.”

“You’ve loved me since that night?”

“I’ve loved you since Prom, Honey.”

Your jaw slacked at the small confession. Unsure how you could have missed at all that Steve’s feelings for you had been that serious then. Prom had been the first time in months since the two of you kissed and he felt that strongly then?

His hand reached out to hold the necklace, brushing his fingers lightly over the letter before he let go. “I got this the next day. Right in Starcourt.” he said, voice tinged with some sort of fondness. “Was gonna give it to you right when you entered the store, but then..”

“I came from Billy’s attack.” you finished, reaching up to hold onto the necklace. “You wanted to give me this since then?”

“I wanted to give it to you as a way to ask you to be my girl,” he looked down at the ground sadly. “But I guess now I’m giving it to you, to ask if you’re still my girl?”

You breath hitched at his words. It would seem leaving didn’t just prevent a fight from happening, but also put in a whole new worry for Steve. “I’m always gonna be your girl, Steve.” you said softly, reaching over to grab hold of his hand.

“Then why does it feel like I’m about to lose you?”

“You don’t have to lose me, Steve.” You sighed, letting go to lean back against the car. “In fact, I think me asking you to come with me proved otherwise.”

He straightened his composer, lips pursing at your words before he glanced up at you. “I told you, I can’t go with you. Not when I feel like I still need to be here.”

“I don’t get it, Steve.” You scoffed, pushing your hair away from your face. “How can you easily give me this necklace, talk about loving me for so long only to let me leave without even thinking about coming with me.”

“I can love you and know where I want to go, Trouble. It’s pretty easy to do both things.” He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “What I don't get is how you can love me back but be upset that I want to stay here. Why is long distance out of the question?”

“Because long distance isn’t feasible for us, Steve!” You moved to stand before him, peering up at his face better. “How can you and I, the same two people who sneak into each other’s houses in the dead of the night, the very people who are constantly touching each other, suddenly just deal with the next four years without seeing each other.”

“We’d see each other,” he pointed. “We’d have holidays, birthdays, and surprises. There’s ways we’d work things out.”

You sighed, meeting his intense gaze. "Those are only if we even get the chance to see each other. You’re forgetting that there are going to be nights where the both of us are tired from either work or school and we wouldn’t even have the comfort of having each other.”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I know but Hawkins is... it's my home. There's something here I can't just walk away from."

“But you’re willing to walk away from us? From me?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady from the sudden ache in your throat. “I thought we were a team. I thought we'd want the same things..”

He paced back and forth, unable to meet your gaze as he suddenly became torn. "My friends are here, my family is here.”

"Why do you insist on staying stuck in Hawkins? You have so much potential, Steve. You could go anywhere, do anything, but you're choosing not to."

The word slipped out before you could see the impact cut across Steve’s hurt face. It was the same word that Tommy had used just the other month and from Steve’s furrowed brows, you could tell it struck a nerve again.

"I'm not stuck, okay?” He gritted. “This is where I belong right now. I've got responsibilities here."

"Responsibilities? What about your own dreams, Steve? What about your future?" you pressed again, exasperated at the fact that almost a week later and he still wasn’t seeing it.

"I've got people here who rely on me here, despite what you want or think." he countered, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

"But what about you? Have you ever thought about what you want?" you shot back, feeling the weight of the disagreement hit again.

He hesitated for a moment, eyes cast down on the ground before he could meet your gaze again. "Maybe I've never really thought about all of it. But I can't just up and leave everything behind.”

"It's not about leaving everything behind, Steve. It's about growing, exploring, finding your own path,"

There was a life for Steve outside of Hawkins. Outside of you, and though your main point was to have him explore that life with you, it was hurting to see that he didn’t want that for himself.

“Look, I know it’s new for me to not agree to what you want, but this isn’t by choice. Even when I was with Nancy, I told her the same thing. I’d stick around, make sure she was okay and work here. I wanna do that for everyone.”

Bringing up Nancy brought up a sour feeling that you shoved down. Knowing that in some way, this was Steve’s poor excuse. “I’m not Nancy Wheeler. Okay? I’m not gonna sit back and let the boy I love waste potential in a place that doesn’t deserve him.” you glared. “And in case you can’t tell, the others are all grown up now. They’re in high school, Robin is following up right after me in graduating. What happens when they’re all gone, Steve? Is that the time you figure out you wanna be with me?”

Steve circled back towards you, finger pointing over at you. “That’s not fair for you to say. You know I want you, God, it’s literally the one thing that’s been consistent since I met you. Why can’t you understand that me being here doesn’t mean I’m not with any plans of my own, huh? Why is it automatically your way or nothing?”

Tears welled up in your eyes the longer you stared at Steve. “Then tell me!” you cried out. Frustrated that you pushed him into thinking things had to go your way. “Tell me what it is you want! Because as far as I know it just sounds like excuses to not be with me!”

“I thought I made that clear a while ago. I want you, dammit!” he yelled, moving to gently place his hands on your shoulders. “Please, can we just pause this? I need some time to figure this out. Can we... can we take a break from this?"

You held your breath. Not quite ready to have Steve be so suddenly upset from all this. You couldn’t help but think back to what Jonathan warned you about. Steve wasn’t ready to leave this place. Even if you didn’t understand, it didn’t change how he felt. No matter how much you wished it would.

“What’s gonna change in the next six months, Steve? We fall even harder for each other and break up then? When are we finally gonna stop going in circles over this and realize we’re on different paths?”

“Different paths?” he asked softly, confusion over his face.

“Yeah,” you sniffled. “Different paths..”

His jaw slacked a bit and you tried to keep your composure tough but the realization is hitting harder than you thought it would. Before you know it, your vision of Steve is suddenly blurred by your tears and you’re swaying in place to keep from running back in the house to burst into a sob.

“Honey..”

“I think we want different things, Steve. I want to explore, grow, and I thought we'd do that together. But if you can't leave Hawkins..then I need to understand that I can't ask you to." Wiping at your eyes, your sight cleared up to catch his expression mirrored the same anguish you felt inside.“I never meant to push this choice onto you. Not when you weren’t ready. I want you to want things with me. But if you aren’t ready then I need to let you go..”

“Please,” he pleaded, “I love you.”

"I love you too," you whispered, ignoring the ice that was gripping onto your heart at the moment. "But if we keep this same argument months later..who knows what might happen. We might even grow to hate each other..”

He reached for your hand, desperation in his eyes as he pulled you closer. "We can work this out. We've been through so much worse than this."

"I know, but this is different," you said softly, pulling your hand away gently. "I feel like we both need to figure ourselves out.”

"I don't want to lose you," he pleaded, voice cracking.

"I don't want to lose you either," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks. "But I need to move forward. And I don’t think I can do that when I know there’s going to be pain in the future.”

He looked broken as he watched you take a step back. Hand twitching out to you before he brought it down to his side. "What... what do you want me to do?"

The words felt like knives, but they needed to be said. "I need you to let me go too, Steve..”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his silence speaking volumes. "So this is it?" he finally whispered. “After everything we’re just..over?”

“Please, Steve.” you pleaded softly. “Let me go too.”

his hand reached up to cup your cheek, his gaze searching into yours. "This is what you really want?" You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat.

"Yes."

His lips met yours in a tender, bittersweet kiss, filled with all the love, and heartache that lingered between the two of you. It was a goodbye in itself, a lingering moment that you wished would go on for an eternity.

When you pulled back, you carefully reached up to return the necklace, feeling like you were the person least deserving to wear his sign of love. But Steve quickly reached out to stop your hands. Shaking his head as he carefully readjusted it on you.

“I’m– it’s yours. Regardless if we break up or not.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clutched the necklace tightly. "Steve..."

"Please," he insisted softly. "You wanted me to make some decisions for myself? You keeping that is one of them.”

With a heavy heart, you watched as Steve stepped away from you. Hand reaching up to pinch at the side of his nose as he tried to conceal his emotions from coming through. It took everything in you to let him return back to his car.

You thought back to what Jonathan had said about doing what your heart thought was right. Even if it was to the disappointment of others.

Little did you know it’d be you who was disappointed in the end.

JANUARY (THREE WEEKS LATER)

It had been a long dead night over at Family Video. The soft radio playing from the speakers was the only noise between you and Robin for the past hour. Something you were a little grateful for considering the awkwardness that came in when you first clocked in for your night shift.

It was three weeks since that night in the driveway and things within your small group of friends had turned painfully stagnant. Whether it be from your three week reclusive approach, or Steve’s avoiding one. No one knew how to handle the break up. Hell, neither one of you would so why would your friends be able to?

But along with the sadness between you and Steve came the awkwardness with Robin. Stuck between being friends with the both of you. It wasn’t until a couple of days ago that she had slipped up about knowing the details of everything that happened. Causing your walls to momentarily come up around her.

But that happened over a week ago and you were really trying not to push away one of your newer friends all because of a bad breakup. Robin was nice to you before even knowing Steve personally. So with that in mind, you tried your best the whole night to be friendlier. Or as friendly as you could be. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

Robin had restocked the snacks, you organized the return tapes, and then lastly the two of you worked together to set up a promo spot for tomorrow’s movie selections, All in record timing. Once Robin noticed you were slowly opening up again, she seemed to be keen to make up for the few awkward hours before.

“I don’t know how I feel about Weird Science.” Robin sighed, looking over the stack of movies facing the door. You set down the clipboard with the list of things to order for tomorrow to go join her on the other side of the counter.

“I know. But, considering we’ve got Fright Night and Teen Wolf up, it’s at least keeping with the whole sciencey-horror theme.”

“There’s absolutely nothing horror to do with Weird Science.” Robin scoffed as she adjusted one of the boxes, scrunching her nose over at the mini poster for Teen Wolf. “Keith’s gonna kill us.”

“It can be considered scary if you’re bad at Science?” you tried, looking back over to her. She had a knowing look on her face that had your confidence in the set up crumpling. “Okay, he might. But just say I did it.”

“Right.” she snorted. “It’s not like he’d ever tell you anything anyway.”

Reaching back for the stock list, you go over all the candies once more before sighing. It’s been a slow night and you weren’t looking forward to another hour here. But this was the life of a working teen and you were oddly still putting up with it.

Robin, who was quietly tidying up around the register, suddenly let out a loud gasp. “Oh no!” she said, reaching down the counter for her bag. You quickly left the candy area to join back at her side. Looking at her worriedly.

“What’s wrong?”

She pulled out a miniature calendar from her bag. Flipping through the pages rapidly until she landed on one with scribbled notes on it. “I completely forgot to write up the assignment needed for the Terminator’s class.”

The familiar name amused you momentarily before you glanced over her shoulder to see the circled date. “Shit.” you frowned, “How many pages do you need?”

“Just three, but I barely had my notes put together yesterday.” she looked through her bag for another notebook before flipping through them for a certain spot. “God I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter after this.”

Glancing at your watch, you wince at the late hour. “You need more time.”

She ignored you momentarily to push back the notebook and calendar into her bag before coming back up. Biting her lip in worry. You couldn’t help but feel bad for your friend. Feeling the familiar panic of academic stress. Pushing the phone towards her, you nudge for her to take the receiver. “Call Steve to pick you up. Then at least you can get started sooner.”

“What?” she gaped, looking at the clock on the back wall. “No, I-I can’t do that! You’d be by yourself.”

“It’s fine, Robin.” you reassured her, pushing the handle into her hands. “Steve will get here fast, and you’ll at least get a big enough head start and maybe catch some hours of sleep before school.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I wouldn’t feel right leaving you by yourself. What if some creepy guy comes in and murders you?”

You stood still blinking over at her. Wondering why she’d mention something so creepy at a time like this. “Not that I needed that new fear, but I’ll be safe. I’m a big girl.” You take the base of the phone, dialing the number practically engraved in your mind before pushing it to her ear. “What I do need is for you to study. So get to begging.”

There’s a moment of worry on her face before the sound of Steve’s voice perked up through the phone. She thankfully gets the idea of you not backing down from your offer and asks Steve to come take her home. You give her a thumbs up and get the area ready to close off. Needing the distraction from the inevitable moment of seeing Steve again for the first time in days.

Robin helped too. Making sure the windows and backdoors were all checked and locked before joining you back in the front. It was only a couple of minutes before the headlights of Steve’s car shined through the store.

A part of you hated the idea of being alone. It was going to be creepy. But the sight of Steve stepping out of his car, hand combing through his lush hair, made you want more than ever for Robin to get out of here. The sound of the door ringing open snapped you into averting your gaze from the boy and you quickly meddled with the few papers in front of you to keep your focus on.

“Hey, you guys ready to go?”

“Uh, it’s just me, actually.” Robin said, grabbing her bag. “Henderson is gonna wait out till closing and for her Aunt to pick her up.”

Without even having to look up, you knew that Steve’s eyes were on you now. It was like a magnetic pull that he still had on you. But you couldn’t look up just yet. Not when you knew what kind of face he’d be giving you right now. “Is that true?” he asked softly.

“Uhh, yeah, I was gonna call her in twenty minutes and let her know.” you coughed, face down. The sound of his keys jingling was oddly loud, but not as loud as the sound of your heart beat.

Before you knew it, Steve moved to stand in front of you at the counter. Forcing you to finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were etched with the same worry that looked at you the night in your driveway. You tried not to visibly recoil from the ache that burst into your chest.

“I could come back for you.” he offered softly. A small bit of confidence in his voice.

“That’s fine, Steve. I’ll get home.”

“I’m serious,” he frowned. “I could just come back. You’d be able to close up and maybe get some–”

“NO.” you said quickly, having to physically take a step back. There’s a flicker of hurt over Steve’s face and he’s balled up the fist holding onto his keys. You can’t help but feel like how it was that second year here when you were cruel to him on purpose. Pushing him away from having still been mad at him.

You didn’t feel good then and you don’t feel good now.

“I’ll be fine,” you said more nicely after a minute of awkward silence. “You should take her home..she really needs the extra time.”

He glanced over at Robin, giving her a questioning look, but all she did was mouth a please to him before he nodded his head. Backing away from the counter almost defeatedly. “Be safe.” he said softly, shuffling over towards the front door.

Taking that as a leaving cue, Robin picked up her bag from the counter. Reaching over to place her hand over yours as she threw you a sympathetic smile. “I owe you a million for this. Call me later so I know you’re okay?”

“A million and one.” you said softly, trying to smile back. But with Steve’s presence there you’re sure it’s more wincing than you wished. “I’ll call you.” you added.

The two make their leave after that agreement. Quietly making their exit from the store while you stayed over at the counter. They quickly enter the car, leaving you and family video alone for the rest of the night.

Thirty minutes later and you’re done with the store being dead. If Keith wanted to get mad at you for closing early, then he could pout about it in the office tomorrow. Right now, all you wanted was to get into your bed and try not to think about the haunting brown eyes that looked at you with such concern tonight.

Picking up the phone, you made an attempt to reach out to someone at home. But with your Aunt possibly still out and Dustin most likely hanging out with your friends, there’s no one there to answer your call. You’re suddenly filled with panic of how the hell you’re getting out of here.

A part of you thinks it might be fine to just call Steve. It’s not like he’d be upset since he was so adamant before. But even the short car ride home would be long enough for that horrible pain to come back in and you didn’t think you could handle that. Nor did you want to put Steve through that either.

Looking at your watch, you realize you’ll at least be able to make the last bus for the night if you close up now.

Rushing to the back, you make a move to grab your jacket and purse, ready to lock up and get the hell out of here. But before you could grab the keys, you could hear the sound of the door’s bell jingle.

“Dammit!” you whispered to yourself. Of course tonight you’d still have to deal with annoying customers. Turning off the light in the room, you grab the keys and slowly enter back into the front. “Uh hey, sorry but we’re actually closing up–”

The sight of an empty front desk killed off your words instantly.

“Hello?” you called out. Taking a small hesitant step, you enter the counter booth and try to peer out into the store. There isn’t a soul in the place.

Biting your lip, you reached over to the phone on the counter. Unsure of who’d you’d even cal-

“Lovely night, isn’t it?”

You let out a small yelp, grabbing the clipboard near you and swatting it to the direction of the mysterious voice.

“OW!”

Peeking your eyes open, you’re welcomed to the sight of Eddie rubbing the side of his head. A glare on his face as he looked over at you.

“Is that how you greet all your customers?” he chided.

Setting down the clipboard, you use your hands to lean against the counter. Getting in some air to help calm you down before you looked back up at Eddie again. This time you used your hand to slap at his arm.

“OKAY! Really?!” he asked as he moved to rub his hand.

“Yes, Eddie, really! Why the hell did you come in and scare me like that?”

“Scare you?” he scoffed. “I said it was a nice night!”

Frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh yeah? And so sneaking up behind me as I called out to a totally empty store didn’t make you think I’d freak out?”

“I thought you’d enjoy a different kind of greeting.”

Sighing, you turned away from Eddie, ignoring his presence momentarily so that you could finish up all that you needed before you’d eventually push him out. Even if you were about to have a heart attack, you’d still make it in time to catch that bus.

“So I’m bored tonight.” Eddie yawned out, moving to stand in front of the counter before you. Unaware that you’ve moved on to closing up rather than waiting around.

“How fun.” you replied back, collecting the inventory papers together.

He tapped his hands against the counter, looking over the place before the VHS display caught his attention. “None of these go together.” he snorted, picking up one of the tapes. “Weird Science wasn’t even scary.”

“I wasn’t going for scary.” you muttered, reaching out to grab the tape from his hands to set out on the counter. “I was going for..sciencey-horror..ish.”

“Ish?” he smirked. “When did they bring in that genre?”

“They brought it in just for Family Video, didn’t you know?” you shrugged.

He reached over for the copy of Fright Night next. Reading the back description out loud to himself before his gaze returned back on you. “Got a thing for vamps?”

“Nah, but that Chris Sarandon is kinda hot.” you said quickly as you grabbed the tape and scanned it into the checkout before Eddie could change his mind. “Will that be all tonight?”

He finally caught on to how rushed you were making things. Dramatically, he spun around to look around the store as if he had a line of people waiting behind him.

“Are you trying to kick me out, Princess?”

“Yes!” you laughed, waving your hand out for him to pass over the rental fee. “If I close the store now I can catch the last bus home.”

Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out a couple of crumpled up dollar bills for you. “Why the hell are you taking the bus this late? It’s not safe.”

You want to tell him because a giant flesh monster scrunched your car up into a ball last summer. But since that wasn’t an option, you settled for the semi truthful answer. “Because I have no car and need to get home.”

He watched in silence as you flattened out the crumbled money before adding it to the registry. You noticed that he’s given more than needed and figure he’s already prepaying for his inevitable late fee.

“So..why don’t I just give you a ride home?”

You waited until you closed the register before looking over at him. There was a bit of pink to his cheeks and you wondered how someone who had this usual odd confidence could be nervous about offering a ride.

“You know, Robin warned me about creepy guys coming in tonight.” you teased, watching as his face turned from nervous to shock.

“Offering a ride constitutes me being creepy now?”

“Probably.” you laughed as you watched Eddie cross his arms over his chest. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be a bother to your night anyway. You were probably coming in to grab a movie and head home.”

“It’d be an honor to drive you home, Henderson. Lord knows I gotta work on doing the whole nice friend thing.”

“Oh and we’re friends suddenly?”

“It’s what I’d call us.”

Quickly, you closed up the computer, shutting it down so that you can end the night finally. “You kinda have to know a thing or two about each other before you can say you’re friends.” you pointed out before reaching down to grab your stuff.

“You know a lot about me.”

“Like?”

He tapped at the cover of the tape smiling at you. “That I got a thing for vamps too.” he winked, making you roll your eyes. “Besides, what better way to get to know each other better than with a nice ride home?”

You let out a small sigh, unsure what the hell you were just about to agree to. But if he was cool enough to hang out with Dustin and his friends. Then you shouldn’t dwell too much on the simple favor. Right?

“It wouldn’t be trouble for you?”

“You’re trouble, that’s for sure.” he chuckled. “But the ride isn’t.”

The words sound all too familiar to you and you can’t help but blink a couple of times over at him. He’s not aware of the history of that nickname, and you hold back on telling him in favor of nodding your head.

“Let’s head out then.” you said instead.

The next five minutes are left with you closing up the store with Eddie closely behind you. Talking about his recent venture out to Indianapolis for the weekend and how he’s excited to finally finish up the school year, again.

Oddly, you found yourself actually enjoying his company. It was sort of light spirited and completely free of problems. Something you haven’t had in a while. The only downside was playing down events that took part in the time you’ve dealt with the upside down. Like how you became close to Nancy and Jonathan. Or why Billy’s break up with you was a bigger deal and the fight he had with Steve. Or the damn mall fire. Everything had to be vague, but Eddie didn’t seem to mind. He actually enjoyed talking less about the heavy stuff and focusing instead on the more fun.

It was nice not to really think of the stresses you were bound to have this year and focus on silly things. Like what sort of bands Eddie listened to.

“So Iron Maiden isn’t a cool rock band led by girls?”

“It’s like you’re musically inept outside of pop.” Eddie laughed as he parked his car just on the street of your house. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction before you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s not all pop. I like rock too.”

“Really? You like rock. Like who?”

“Joan Jett.” you said simply after thinking it over for a second. “She’s got killer makeup, great voice, good music. I love her songs. ” He raised a brow at you, almost waiting out to see if you were fibbing or not.

“She is pretty cool.” he agreed eventually before slapping gently at the wheel. “All right, that settles it. The Henderson family is officially a lot cooler than I expected.”

“Oh?” you laughed. “You’re just figuring this out now?”

“Not to mention you’re all so humble too.”

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you forget it.” you smirked, reaching down to grab your bag from the floor. “Thank you for the ride and music lesson. I guess that means people from the Munson family are a lot nicer than I expected.”

“Ahh, that stings a little.” he laughed, shaking his head. “But honestly, I think you should just say that the Munson family are nice to people like you.”

“People like me?” you frowned, unsure what he meant exactly by that. “Care to elaborate?”

“I would,” he said as he glanced towards your driveway. “But it’s late and a gentleman should never keep a lady from getting some sleep.”

“Suddenly you’re a gentleman?”

“Get out of my van.” he deadpanned, waving you off. “Here I am trying to charm you and you’re throwing me off with your quips.”

With a giggle you climbed down from the seat, ready to close the door after you when suddenly a thought came into mind. “Maybe we can hang out again?” you said softly, unsure of where you were going with this offer. “You can tell me what kind of person I’m like and maybe show me more of those groups you wouldn’t shut up about?”

Eddie’s chest rose as he quickly sucked in some air. His brown eyes widened in shock before he quickly changed his face back to his familiar smile. “And you’d be okay hanging out with a creep like me?”

“Wouldn’t be my first time.”

He seemed to question that answer before he shrugged his shoulders. “You got a deal. I’ll uh, see you soon then.” He held up the VHS tape with a small smile. “That is if Chris Sarandon doesn’t get me.”

“Oh that’s terrible.” You laughed, finding humor in his cheesy words. But instead of being embarrassed, he only grinned wider. Like that was the reaction he was looking for.

“As long as it’s gotcha laughing.” He winked before changing the gear in his car. “Till next time, Princess!”

You waved him off, waiting until he was turned around and back on the street before making your way up the driveway to your house. It’s odd but you found that you’re smiling genuinely about something for the first time in weeks. And it’s because of Eddie Munson of all people. Making a new friend must have been the thing you needed right now. Especially when you thought about how much you’d be laughing when you got to hang out with him again.

“Your Aunt’s car looks a lot like Eddie Munson’s van.” said a voice suddenly, disrupting your thoughts.

It scared you a bit. Causing you to let out a small gasp as your head snapped towards the direction of the noise.

At your house stood Steve. Back resting against the front door with his head hung to keep his gaze downward and off from you. The gravel beneath your feet was the only noise as you slowly made your way over.

“What are you doing here?” you asked slightly out of breath. Your composure was calm but the sight of Steve standing there had you feeling anxious.

“I drove by your house and noticed no one was home..was worried you’d still be stuck at the store.”

“Oh.”

He pushed himself off the wall, closing the rest of the gap that kept you two apart. On his face was a look you weren’t quite place. Was it anger? Disappointment? Worry? Jealousy?

“I could’ve come back for you.”

“Steve..” you sighed. He held up a hand, shaking his head as he seemingly tried to calm himself down.

“We wouldn’t have had to talk. It could have been just a ride. You’d have never needed to talk to Eddie Munson or get a ride from him.”

There’s a hint of disdain the way he dragged out Eddie’s name and you couldn’t help but sigh again. This was something you had worried about when Dustin had started to hang out with Eddie. The two were close these days. With how long that ridiculous game took, it’d be crazy for them to not have bonded by now. And while you knew deep down that your cousin could hold strong friendships with everyone. Steve did not.

For a short while, Dustin was the closest thing he had to a best friend before Robin came into the picture. But the very idea of Steve hating a simple ride from Eddie threw you off.

“He came to rent a movie right when I tried calling home. Okay?” you crossed your arms, tilting your head a bit. “He’s a nice guy..he offered the ride when I told him I didn’t have a car.”

“But I could have come. I would have.”

“I didn’t want you to come.” You said slowly watching again as the bitter truth caused the hurt cut across Steve’s face. “We haven’t been alone in weeks. The silence would only make things..painful.”

His head dropped quickly to look back to the ground while you wrapped your arms around yourself. This wasn’t the kind of shit you wanted to add to Steve’s list of problems. The break up was hard..period. But no matter how you go about things, you can’t stop this pain from coming in.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe..”

“I know..thank you.”

He looked back up and raised a hand. Almost like he was going to reach out for you. And while you were dying to feel the touch of his skin again, doing that would probably only make things harder on the two of you. So without another thought, you took a step back from him.

His hand dropped quickly, stuffing into his pocket while he covered up his face with his other hand. Rubbing at the corners of his nose before he turned his gaze back towards the road. There was a glazed sort of look in his eyes.

“Right, so you’re here. I’ll just uh, head back home.”

You’re about to nod your head, but Steve didn’t even get the chance to see as he quickly turned and dashed away from your side. Moving towards the direction of the driveway. The sight of his retreating figure only hurt your chest even more as your thoughts were plagued with all the things he must be thinking right now.

The night of Tina’s Halloween party came into mind. The way he looked driving you home after hearing the truth from Nancy’s drunken confession. Before you know it, you’re chasing after him.

“Steve?” you called out when you reached close to his backside. He spun around quickly, almost bumping into you and causing you to fall back. But he quickly reached out to catch you. Cradling you close to his side until you were able to get your footing right.

“Are you alright?” He asked, checking over you before he let go. His eyes were red and even if it weren’t cold you’d know it was from how he was probably feeling right now.

Reaching out, you couldn’t help but cup at his cheek. Watching as his eyes slipped close from the relaxing touch. It’s been weeks since either of you have been able to share this kind of comfort. An intimate moment that you shouldn’t be having with him. Not when things were already so hard. But just because things were over doesn’t mean the need to make sure Steve was okay could go away so easily. Especially when in moments like this, when he still meant the world to you.

“I need time.” you said quickly, ignoring the worried voice in your head.

“Time?” he asked softly, eyes opening slowly to look down at you. The pad of your thumb brushed over his cheek and you could feel the warmth underneath. Your mind replays a supercut of all the moments you’ve felt that cheek. Kissing, against your own, against your body.

God this was a mess. You were a mess.

“I need time to feel comfortable around you again..I need to get over you, Steve. But I can’t do that if you’re still trying to be my hero..”

“Hero.” he chuckled sadly, shaking his head from your gip. The brim of his eyes were red and he looked suddenly tired. “Never really did a good job of that, huh? Guess I’m supposed to be just your coworker now?”

For a second you couldn’t speak. Only shaking your head no as you tried to reassure him that what he was thinking wasn’t true. He was everything to you. He could never be anything as casual as a coworker. But at the moment, you didn’t know what you could call Steve. He wasn’t your boyfriend, nor your enemy, and friend felt wrong.

“You’re just..Steve.”

His throat bobbed. Like that was the worst answer he was expecting. And though you wanted to reach out again and pull him close, you couldn’t. Because this was just how things had to be. Just the two of you stuck in this limbo of love and loss.

“Right,” he said after a minute. “Just..Steve.”

You opened your mouth, ready to apologize if what you said came off worse than you thought. But Steve quickly caught onto that and held a hand up, waving you off a bit. “I get it.” he said a bit curtly. “I’ll see you around, Hone–Troub– Henderson.”

Again he’s gone from your side without a proper look at your reaction. He practically sprinted over to his car across the street, not once turning back. It was only a second after he pushed himself into his seat that his car was revving to life and leaving the block.

You waited out until you couldn’t see the taillights of his car before you forced yourself inside the house.

The usual warmth of your home wasn’t welcoming at all. All it reminded you was how cold you were feeling and no matter what, nothing could thaw out this permafrost that surrounded your heart. The empty house taunted you with the loneliness you were feeling.

That’s because you’re alone now. (Tick)

“I’m not alone.” you whispered softly, making your way to your room.

You will be. (Tock)

FEBRUARY (VALENTINE’S DAY)

It’s four weeks after that night in front of your house that you found yourself with Eddie Munson again. The two of you have changed simple hang outs into make outs,then into something else you couldn’t quite place. This night in particular, you found yourself knocking on his trailer door after work.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Eddie groaned.

The two of you were sitting on the dingy couch. Some loud tv show playing in the background as you straddled Eddie’s strong thigh. It’s been like this for a while now. What was originally just a chance to makeout with someone you trusted on Valentine’s day. Turned into Eddie flirting with you and you eventually feeling the need to make up for his lack of dating life.

It was Valentine’s day and you had unfortunately worked the night shift over at Family Video. Something you would have been pissed about last year. But considering the current changes in your love life, you didn’t have the room to be too upset. Especially when you found out you worked with Robin. That gave the two of you five hours to complain about how complicated love was.

Kind of like how your relationship with Eddie had turned from friends to..complicated.

“God, you’re so whiny.” you smirked, pausing the movements of your hands. You glanced down to his lap, getting another look at the size of Eddie’s cock. It was red and hard against the base of his stomach. Weeping from the tip from the few strokes you had given him. It was only the second time you’ve done this with Eddie and you’re still stunned by how he gets from a simple handjob.

“Shut up.” he gritted, letting his head sag back against the couch. “If you’d have any idea how good you are at this, you’d be just as desperate too.” The ego boost does something to you, and you quickly lean in to press your lips roughly against his. Causing the boy to let out a loud groan before he fought back.

The kiss was so different from your past boyfriends. Billy had always been so dominant, taking what he wanted without thinking too much if you liked it or not. Steve’s was sweet, hot, and romantic. As if it were the last kiss on Earth. And Eddie’s was fierce. Like he wanted you to remember him hours later.

The tip of his tongue poked through your lips, brushing against yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand went down from your neck to grab at your hips. Pulling you closer into his lap. It made your head spin a bit but you pulled back enough to tighten your grip around his cock. Picking up the pace with your wrist. During times like this, Eddie never lasted long. He was already riding high from just kissing, and with the added teasing he’d never make it long.

His other arm moved to grip at your thigh. Digging his fingers with every jerk that his hips gave as he reached closer to his climax. He jerked his leg up, giving you a slight sensation between your legs as you straddled him. While small, the touch was stimulating enough to have your eyes fluttering a bit. It’s been a while since you’ve really let anyone get you this aroused but you’re finding it hard not to roll your hips.

“That is, princess.” he cooed, making your face get a hot flush. “Let me make you feel good.”

The dirty words had your head spinning a bit and you pulled back enough to stick your face into his neck. Sucking lightly against the vein on his neck while continuing to jerk your wrist. Eddie’s breathing began to grow louder.

“Yes, fuck, please don’t stop.” Eddie rasped, letting the wrecked voice send a chill up your back. It pleased you to know you had this boy at the mercy of your hands. Moving your hand and wrist faster now in order to work him over. You made sure to use your long nails at the sensitive skin of his cock, causing Eddie to whimper whenever it was dragged closer to his slit.

He moved to rest his face against your neck, pressing soft kisses at your skin while his other hand moved to cup at your breast. The only material keeping him from touching your warm skin being the bra you managed to keep on during his fondling earlier.

The gentle squeezing plus the ridge on his thigh you were rolling on hit just the right spot to have you letting out a moan yourself. Unfortunately, with how close Eddie was, there wasn’t going to be a chance for you to come with him.

“Come for me, Ed.” you whispered into his ear, another shudder falling from him. Stopping your rolling, you gave the base of his cock one good squeeze before jerking at a quicker pace.

The base of his member twitched in your hands and when Eddie let go of your breast, you watched in awe as he gripped to your hips, focusing down at your movements before he let out a loud guttural moan.

Ropes of white hot cum began to shoot out from the slit of his cock, coating your hand as you carefully continued with the jerking motion. It wasn’t until you watched as Eddie’s head fell back from ecstasy that you gently let go of him.

The mess before you doesn’t help with your sudden unattended arousal, but you remove yourself anyway. Quietly letting him know you were going to clean yourself off. The water quickly washed away all the remnants of your night and you quickly glanced up to fix up your appearance. The sight of your necklace quickly stole your attention.

The small single ‘S’ sitting on the middle of your chest brought a pang of guilt to your chest. You hadn’t taken off the necklace since the night Steve gave it to you. Something that was probably wrong considering what you were just doing with Eddie. But wearing it brought you a sense of comfort that you couldn’t bring yourself to give up.

After you got yourself together, you emerged from the bathroom to find Eddie was still on the couch. He was tucked back in his pants but still with the belt unbuckled as he continued to catch his breath. A small snicker fell past your lips and you quickly covered your mouth when his eyes turned to look over at you.

“It’s not funny.” he frowned, trying not to smile at your amusement. “I’m literally a mess and you’re looking over at me with that goofy grin on your face.”

“My face is never goofy.” you said as a matter of fact, hand reaching up to gently hold onto the necklace. “If anything, it’s your position that’s goofy.”

Eddie held a hand up, pretending to mimic your voice through his hand while you moved towards the couch. It was a struggle to find your sweater amongst the mess of the room, especially when you just threw it behind you earlier. But before you could bend over to pick up the item, Eddie had climbed up from the couch to you.

Placing his hands gently at your hips so that he could have you face him. “Let me make you feel good, Princess. I know you didn’t get to come.” he said softly, rubbing his thumbs on the bare expanse of your stomach.

It hurt to look up into Eddie’s eyes. They were warm and so full of a genuine interest in you. Like you were the only person he cared to look at. It made moments like this confusing. Where your mind knew that this would make you feel right and move on, but something in your heart made it hard to follow through it.

Letting go of the necklace, you reached out to cup the side of Eddie’s face. Letting your thumb brush across the apple of his cheek before you gently pressed a kiss. “I’m fine.” you said softly, getting out of his grip to reach for the sweater. From the side of your eyes, you could see that Eddie was watching you as you pulled the material over your head.

From his calmness you knew where this conversation was going to go. It’s not the first time Eddie’s pointed out an offer nor would it likely be his last.

“Hey,” he coughed softly, shuffling awkwardly closer so he could rest a hand against your arm. “I didn’t mean to put you off.” Calmly you moved over to place yours on top, rubbing soothingly in hopes to get that worried look off his face.

“It’s okay.” you said softly, not really having the courage to tell him what you were thinking. “Like I said, I’m fine with what we’re doing now.”

Eddie reached out and gently brushed a hair away from your face. “Are you?” he asked slowly. “Or..are you I don’t know, nervous? I mean shit, I’m more than grateful for what we do now..and labels are shit. But if you’re wanting to be something more official in order to feel comfortable doing more then I’m more than happy to–”

“I like us being friends, Eddie.” you cut in. Scared for what words might come out next. You weren’t ready for that kind of talk. “Even if what we’re doing is not the most normal thing friends do. I like just hanging out and having fun.”

There’s a flicker of something in Eddie’s eyes. Like he might have wanted a different answer. But he threw you his signature goofy smile and leaned in to press a mushy, rough kiss to your lips. Causing you to laugh against his hold.

“Sounds good to me, Princess. Now I’ve kept you stuck in this dump long enough. You should probably head off home.”

You turned your watch over, noting that while it was a little bit late, it wasn’t the worst you’ve come home at. But since Eddie’s Uncle might be coming home soon, it’d probably be easier to leave now than stick around and dance around the friends with semi benefits relationship.

“I’ll see you later, Eddie. You rest up.” you smiled, taking a step back from him. He chuckled at that, waving you off as you quickly made your way out the trailer door. The residents of Forest Hills trailer park were quiet that night. A dark and eerie chill going up your spine as you made your way over to your Aunt’s car. Across the way you glanced towards Max’s trailer.

The majority of her lights were all off aside from one flickering light from the main front window. Things had been rough for her lately. Ever since her stepdad took off and her Mother started working two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. Things haven’t been the easiest. Especially with the sudden downsizing in lifestyle.

You wished you could make things easier. But honestly, you didn’t have much you could say to Max that you thought would make her feel better. The events of the summer battle caught up to her and she began to close everyone off. Including you.

She was protecting herself from others. Every approach was met with a cold wall that you couldn’t crack. No matter what you or her friends did, she was a different girl now. She was here in Hawkins but her mind was somewhere else. And if you were being honest, you’d say that you were starting to feel the same.

Your mind was busy focusing on other things like school, work, and your new thing with Eddie. But your heart wasn’t in it. Not the way it should be. It was permanently stuck in a loop of being unable to enjoy the new life you were making for yourself. All because of a boy in Loch Nora who still had power over it.

Which was where you were now.

Through the lush houses of the neighborhood and up the driveaway of the path that led to the Harrington household. You’ve been there so many times, but for the first ever you’re nervous to be there. You shouldn’t be here.

And you definitely shouldn’t be getting out of the car to walk to the front door. And you really shouldn’t be knocking..

It only took Steve about a minute to come up to the door. He was more cleaned up since the last time you saw him. His hair was a little shorter, and there was a noticeable little bit of stubble on his lips. Almost like he’s debating whether or not to grow a mustache or not. It’s kind of nice..

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked worriedly. His brown eyes looked over your body, almost like he was checking to make sure you weren’t hurt. It was a little embarrassing. You didn’t mean to make him come down to the door, let alone be suddenly worried about you.

“I’m sorry…I just ended up here.” you whispered finally. Not really able to think of a better excuse to say. “I should go.”

He quickly stopped you by reaching out for your hand. It’s almost like an electric shock to have such contact from him again but you don’t dare let go of his warmth just yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” you shook your head. “I just wanted to–”

“See me?” He asked softly.

You look at him for a long time. Feeling such an overwhelming amount of unsurety. Steve was someone who managed to wedge himself into your trust again. He earned it. But right now you were finding yourself struggling to be fully open to him. The thoughts running through your head were leading to a place where you two couldn’t go down. Not when things were so different now.

“It’s Valentine’s day,” you said lamely, wincing a bit at the dumb words that quickly came into mind. “D-did you go out?..”

“You drove all the way over to my house to ask me that?”

“..yes.” you lied, not needing him to know it was more like an impulsive need to see him tonight than some random inquiry.

Steve looked a little bit taken back. Probably not quite believing the answer, but eventually went ahead and nodded his head. “Yeah,” he said honestly, to your heart’s dismay. “Uh, with Molly Stevens. I knew her from school last year.”

Nodding your head, you tried to control the jealousy that started to fill up in your throat. You have absolutely no right to feel this way about Steve. None whatsoever. But the very idea of him out with another girl brought up such a venom to your throat.

“Did you guys..” you waved your arms in front of you in a mindless motion. Stupidly unable to speak the words you’re dreading to hear. Steve looked only slightly amused as he crossed his arms over his chest like he’s caught you in your lie. The dark green shirt looked tight on his biceps, distracting you from that fact very quickly.

“No.” he answered simply. “Didn’t feel right.”

“Right.” you nodded, letting out a small sigh of relief. “That’s um..good. I mean, not good but it’s um—“

“And what about you?” He interrupted, raising a brow to you. “Did you go out?”

“I worked tonight..”

He turned his wrist over, frowning down at the time his watch displayed to him. “It’s eleven thirty. Store closed at ten.”

“I may have..gone to hang out with a friend.”

“With Eddie.” he corrected.

“Yes.”

His lips pursed a bit before he took a step closer to you. Pushing your back to rest against the threshold of his door. “And did you guys..?”

“No, not that.” You said evenly, gauging his reaction. “..but something like it.”

For a moment Steve looked stunned. Like the words froze him in place. Now that previous venom is turning into guilt. He didn’t even do anything besides go out on an innocent date and here you were ready to burn Hawkins to find her. Meanwhile you were the one actually doing more with another guy.

For someone that didn’t want to hurt Steve, you sure did so easily.

“I’m sorry.. I should go.” You whispered, feeling like you’ve put the guy through enough as of lately. Before you could fully turn around Steve had already reached out for your hand, keeping you in place.

The look on his face isn’t the same sad one you saw flicker moments before. It was determined now. Like he was fully trying to understand what you were saying before him. Carefully, he leaned down to press his face inches before yours. The small fan of his sigh brushed over your face.

The closeness should make you nervous. It should make you want to step back. But you’re curious to what he would say next.

“So you mess around with Munson and still end up at my doorstep?” He asked softly. There’s a slight darkness in his tone that should warn you how bad an idea this is. But again, you ignored it. “Did he not make you feel good?”

“He made me feel..fine.” you whispered back. Not sure how much you want to deep dive into whatever it is you and Eddie were doing. Turning your head up a bit, you peered up at him, placing your hand to rest gently on Steve’s chest to both keep him from getting closer and to get a chance to feel his heartbeat.

“Just fine? Not good?”

“Steve,” you sighed. “We shouldn’t be talking about this.”

But your words only encouraged him to pull you inside of his home. Keeping an arm hugging at the side of your waist as he pressed your back against the closed door. The personal space is gone out the window now that he’s able to wedge himself between your legs.

It’s painfully embarrassing how your body is instinctively trying to wrap around him. But you managed to keep your flat back against the door and legs unwrapped from his waist. But Steve seemed to be aware of your inner dilemma, moving to press himself even closer.

“He doesn’t make you feel good, honey?” He said finally, moving his face down your face to your neck.

The old nickname had your body shuddering. It’s been too long since you’ve heard it. This was definitely not the way you thought the conversation would go. But you’re struggling to find a way out of it.

“What I’m feeling isn’t your concern anymore..”

“Oh, it definitely is”. His hand slid down your waist, down to your hip, the tip of his fingers nearly diving past the waistband of your jeans. He casually rubbed his thumb underneath the hem of your shirt. “I want you feeling better than just fine.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly, moving your hands to place against his shoulders now. They were itching to wrap around his neck, but you reminded yourself to keep from making things messier. Not that Steve seemed to care as he slid closer into the small space you had before.

“I want you to feel great.” he leaned down to your ear, pressing a kiss to the spot beneath your earlobe before he finished. “Actually, I want you feeling so fucked out of your mind that you wouldn’t dare go to another man’s house after fooling around with me.”

There’s a darkness in Steve’s words but not one you’re afraid of. In fact, you’re excited. It had your heart racing and core growing so hot that you had to slightly rub your thighs together from the excitement. “Is t-that all?” you managed to ask, unable to think of a better response.

“That's all I want right now.”

It’s hard not to feel that familiar spark that fires up your body when around Steve. You were feeling embarrassingly desperate for it at this point as you pulled him down towards you. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We’re broken up for a reason..”

“It’s a bad idea.” he agreed, brushing his lips carefully down your neck. He seemed to catch the sparkle of the gold chain around your neck and followed down the line to where the S laid on your chest. He then gently placed a soft kiss against it.

“We’re being so incredibly stupid right now.” you gasped, feeling his lips graze up again.

Though the tender touches were setting a blaze to your skin, it wasn’t quite satisfying the ache growing inside of you now. In fact, it was setting your whole body into a desperate, needy, frenzy.

“I gotta be honest with you, baby.” He said calmly.

“Honest?” you gulped, failing to get yourself to cool down.

“I really don’t care if we’re being stupid.”

Something took over you and you moved your hands up to grab hold of the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling back so that you could get a good look at him. The browns in his eyes were gone and he looked at you with such a desire that you could feel yourself get embarrassingly aroused.

You should stop this. You should push him away and leave his house. Because there had to be something more important in life than having sex with Steve Harrington right now.

But you really couldn’t remember what.

“Fuck it.” You sighed shooting forward to press your lips against his. He didn’t waste his chance at all and wrapped his arms around. Using the palms to push down your lower back to press your chest closer to him.

At some point there’s a struggle with moving past the door and breaking the kiss apart. When air was needed, Steve quickly pulled back, pressing quick pecks to your lips before he turned to drag you up the stairs. Each step had your heart beating faster as you focused your sights on the warm glow coming out his bedroom door. Anticipation washing over you for whatever was going to happen next.

Once the two of you were in, he quickly shut the door behind him with the kick of his foot. Only giving you a second to catch your breath before he rushed over to capture your lips again.

“Tell me,” he said against your lips. His hands were already working on your clothes, shedding them off with no problem. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.” you said pulling back, moving to cup the sides of his face. “I want you.”

For a second it looked like Steve wanted to say something else, but you pushed to press your lips back together. Capturing up any words he had in order to get back into the greedy need that had been building up.

Then after that, there’s nothing else left. Just you and Steve.

The clock besides Steve’s bed ticked softly as you lay in his arms. It’s only been a short amount of time since the two of you had your fun and you can feel how Steve is easily relaxed against you. Letting his hands rub over your bare skin while he held you close.

It should make you worried. Things between you two were over. You both made it that way. But the soft kisses he was pressing against your arm and neck were too distracting. The feeling of completeness was too good to give up so quickly. And with the way Steve keeps pausing to give you looks, you think he might be thinking the same.

What could either one of you do? It’s been such a long attempt to get over him but all you can feel is yourself falling again with every touch. If anything, you think you might be even more in love with him after this.

You think back to the night where Eddie dropped you off. It felt like Steve was done with you. But like yourself, one night of giving into each other’s needs seemed to fill you both with an urge neither of you could quite get rid of just yet.

His hand reached out to cup at the side of your face. Bringing your attention back to him again before he kissed you.

“Stay.” he said in between kissing you and down your cheek. No part of your face or body was left unscathed from his pink plump lips. You reveled in the sensation. Melting into his hold and allowing your body to relax again. It’s all you’ve missed these past few weeks. But even in Steve’s affection care, the worry of the real world sets in quickly with you.

“I can’t.” You said sadly. “It’s getting late.”

“Who cares? It’s Friday night.” he replied, kissing even more now that he realized it has some sort of effect on your emotions. “You don’t even work tomorrow, I do.”

“Your parents will be home soon, won’t they?”

“They love you. Might even wanna take you out for breakfast.” You pulled back to give him a knowing look. He smirked a little bit before he rolled his eyes. “Okay, they’d freak out, but we’ll be quiet.”

“I drove in my Aunt’s car..” you laughed, but turned to shuffle closer to him in the bed. He reached over to grab the back of your leg, moving your thigh now to drape over his waist. It brought your bare body dangerously close to his but he kept things tame for now. Moving to rub the palm of his hand on the round of your behind.

“She can get it towed.”

Rolling your eyes at his convenient answer, you pushed at his chest lightly. Attempting to get out of his warm hold but he changed to bring his arm back up to wrap around your waist, locking you in place.

“I’ll call the shop myself.”

“Steve..”

Not wanting you to continue with the inevitable truth, he pressed his lips back onto yours. Shutting up the conversation and forcing you both to enjoy this fluke of a night. You give in to him, if only for a moment.

It’s unfair how this is the most comfortable you’ve felt in days and it’s because you’re in his arms. But as soon as you begin to wonder why it’s like this, you remember how it felt to be in his arms that night. And how incredibly crushing it felt when you pulled away. So you made the kiss count until you eventually pulled away.

His lips turned down into a pout. Which you forced yourself to ignore as you rolled out of the bed. A shiver hitting over yourself when you left the comforts of his warm side. Reaching down on the ground, you gather up the forgotten pieces of clothing you two discarded when you came into the room.

By the time you’ve got your outfit presentable and ready to go, Steve has moved to sit on the edge of his bed. Only a pair of boxers covering up his body now. He extended a hand out to you and you find yourself easily slipping it inside his. You hate how it feels perfect there.

“I want you..” He said, low and soft. Like he was almost afraid to say the words out loud.

“I know,” you sighed, pulling the hand up towards your lips to press gentle kisses at his fingertips. “You always wanna go again.”

A frown flickered over his face, like he wasn’t quite looking for that answer. But he doesn’t say anything else, choosing instead to take your hand and lead you out the room and back downstairs to the front door again.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked nervously once the two of you were at the threshold.

“Yeah, of course.”

He paused for a second, looking deep into your eyes before he spoke again. “Did you come over on the pretense of having sex? Or because you really wanted to see me?”

A small pang of guilt began to build up in your chest again tonight. Reaching for his hand, you reached out to place it against your chest. Almost hoping that he’d feel the sincerity of your words through your heartbeat.

“I was thinking about you on the drive home.” you said trying not to reveal just how much you were actually thinking about him. He didn’t know the pathetic way you were still in love with him. “I didn’t even realize I had shown up here until I was at your door. It was like I needed to see you tonight.”

A small creeped on his face at your reply. He took the words as permission to press his lips against yours once more. Like always, it made your mind foggy and breath short. “Then tell your thoughts to think of me again tomorrow? Maybe after work?” he said, pulling away to return his gaze.

You should say no and remind him that tonight was a fluke. A misstep on your attempts to move on from each other. But your body is unwilling to listen to your logic and instead chooses to nod your head. Making Steve’s small smile turn into a grin that has you trying to remember when was the last time you saw it.

“Goodnight, Trouble.” He said softly, holding the door open for you.

“Goodnight.” You mumbled still a bit love-struck.

He waited at the door until you were in your car and waving off. The enticing view of Steve’s house eventually faded and you managed to get your brain working again in order to get home. The tv is playing some romance film for your Aunt and you bashfully wish her a goodnight as you floated to your bedroom. Still on the Steve induced high. It wasn’t until you flopped over your bed, brushing your fingertips over your kissed lips that Dustin decided to come in. A similar goofy grin on his face as he held out a Hershey’s kiss to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re in a good mood.” You snorted, taking the candy. “What were you up to tonight?”

“Just got off the radio with Suzie.” He said with a dreamlike sigh. “She read out sonnets to me.”

“That’s sweet. You rode all the way up to that hill to talk to her?”

“Hill?” He snorted before he remembered. “Oh! That hill. No, Steve spent most of the night helping me set up this new ham radio in my room.”

You shot up from your bed, looking at your cousin with a confused frown. “Wait, Steve was here?” You asked. “In our house?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “He came around the time you left for work. Hung out with me all night until like an hour and a half ago. Didn’t even get to thank him before he dashed out of here.”

Your mind was suddenly wrecked with a thousand thoughts. Why would Steve lie about going out? Why would he invite you in after hearing about Eddie? He didn’t have to lie about going out on a date, not with you. It’s not like you’d have judged him for taking things slow. Lord know you didn’t have the right to. Was he waiting to see if you’d come home from work all this time? Did he know you’d go to his house? So many questions without any chance of an answer came to you.

“That was really nice of him...” you said softly, looking down at the candy.

“Yup. That’s Steve for ya.” he replied matter of fact. “Makes you maybe wanna consider things, right?”

Dustin’s attempt to mend the two of you hasn’t gone unnoticed these past couple of weeks. He wasn’t too aware of all the details. You and Steve never dived into it with him. Not wanting to ruin the relationship with the boy for either one of you. He was uncharacteristically neutral for the most part, but you knew that he was secretly hoping for some sort of reconciliation.

“Goodnight, Dustin.” you said instead, cutting the conversation short. He let out a big sigh before nodding his head, waving over at you before he closed up the door behind him. You kicked off your shoes, laying back onto your bed with only one thought running through your mind.

What were you going to wear tomorrow night?

A/N: HI GUYS I MISSED YOU. So sorry for the long awaited update. I struggled so hard to make this break up real but also angsty and drama filled? I don’t feel too confident in it, but there’s so much left in the season to work with so I hope you guys enjoy this.

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XI) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this took so long for me to finish. I really don’t have too many words here. Just good smut I mean, good vibes. ✨ Again, I don’t have much to say, other than just enjoy. So, I hope this chapter is to your liking. 😌🖤 (You might see some things on here that I was inspired by. These are small details, but iykyk lol.)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, mirror kink, penetration, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun Park knew what he wanted at that moment. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he’d be so bold when he’s in a libidinous rut, but unlike the other times when you and Gun explicitly touched each other, this moment was a bit different. You furrowed your eyebrows at him with such a stern expression, unable to budge. Gun continued to stare into those disobedient eyes of yours, making him sneer due to the challenge he’s about to face.

“Rebellious as ever, I see. Are you looking for a punishment?”

Sluggishly, you shook your head, as whole strands of your hair blocked your vision from that devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you’re doing now…” he whispered dangerously, removing his firm grip on your chin to brush your hair off your face and tuck your loose strands behind your ear. “…is only going to make me want to break you even more. So again, turn AROUND.” By emphasizing that last word, his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled clockwise, as he spun your whole body around. From his abruptness, you stumbled around in your heels, but managed to catch yourself from falling as both of your hands immediately planted against the gigantic window. Your eyes returned to the breath-taking scenery of Seoul, making your breathing quicken due to how anxious you’ve become from Gun’s assertive dominance and how embarrassing it is for you to be displayed like this in front of the window. Feeling exposed and naked before the public sights in front of you, your face began to heat up because of the shame of being put up like this on display. From behind you, Gun eyed down your backside and noticed how stiff your position was.

“Back up a bit and bring your ass over here.”

Displeased from your stance, you felt the touch of his hands holding onto your hips to tug onto them backwards, rearranging your ass to be pressed up against his huge cock. Now satisfied, his grin grew wider. You felt his pelvis arch onto your nether region, now starting to grind his solid member onto your entrance. As he made you look down towards the floor at your feet, you tried to resist the pleasure that he had brought upon you. Gun noticed the way your head was tilting downwards, which made him reach around you with his right hand while his left hand was still pressed onto one of your hips, grabbing onto your head from below your lower jaw to pull your face upwards.

“Keep your eyes straight ahead. I want everyone to see your face when I ruin you so hard, that you’d be dying to look away.”

Ashamed from how you couldn’t control your whines in front of the window while staring at the small silhouette of people below you who were currently out on the streets, you couldn’t stand them to see you like this when Gun is in the process of trying to please himself. Already gathering pre-cum on his dick from how turned on he was, he lathered it onto the folds of your heat, using it as his form of lubrication and by arousing you even more. While rubbing his firm tip against you, Gun could already hear the wet sounds of both of your private parts creating a shared symphony of lewd noises. He smirked at the sounds of your pussy already soaked, which meant that you’re prepared to be taken by him.

However, he couldn’t resist teasing you before he puts it in himself. Slowly releasing his hold on your lower jaw, his hand trailed back to wrap it around the base of his thick phallus. As he inserted only the head of his cock inside of you, his uncalled penetration had caused you to emit a vocalized, “Ahn~!” to escape through your lips. He leaned his face close to your right shoulder blade, as he began to leave a trail of feathery kisses, making his way up to your neck. You were starting to pant heavily from his playful touches, which made him speak in that deep husky voice of his. “Mmm… Your scent is so intoxicating. It overwhelms my nose, but never to the point that it draws me away from you. I knew that sexy dress on you would go nicely with your body. You’re just too mesmerizing, that it makes me go insane like this…” He kept his urges in check by restraining himself from penetrating you whole, only taking his tip in and out, repeating this process carefully. Not yet, he thought. Not unless your body says otherwise. While listening to your whimpers, he cooed into your ear, “Do you like that, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I pleasure you like this? No one would ever know how your body would react to the feeling of pleasure. Only me. I know damn well how your body loves me for it.” His small strokes from the head of his cock rubbing against you was starting to make you go insane. Eventually, he changed the way he was teasing you, as he began to spread you out, rolling his tip into you in circular motions which got your legs shaking in those heels. Gun let out a mischievous laugh when he noticed your legs wobbling, enjoying the sight of you slowly losing your senses to him. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been testing me all day. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)? You even seduced me at that bar earlier. Have you no shame? Being such a fearless woman in front of everybody. You really love that attention on you, don’t you…? My little slut~” Unconsciously, right when your body felt his tip enter you, your body reacted on its own as you automatically scooted your ass onto him. As a result, your pussy took in all of his length inside of you in one swift push, making yourself moan in sensual gluttony. The feeling of your tight walls finally wrapping around his rock hard cock caused you to shiver in pure bliss. Gun tilted his head up a bit in reaction to your unexpected push, letting out an erotic groan while watching your own ass smack against his pelvis in such a provocative way, seeing and feeling that he has now filled you up all the way to your cervix. This time you made him pant madly, as he said, “Fuck… you really want me to start violating you, that badly? Well, if that’s what you truly desire, then so be it. I won’t hold back any longer…”

The feeling of his hands roam up the sides of your body, giving you goosebumps from the light touch of his hands. When both of his hands made their way to your shoulders, he gripped onto them as if they were handles. The pressure of his strong veiny hands exerting itself onto your shoulders made your hands give up due to the force, unable to hold yourself up. Gun’s weight issued your hands to glide against the glass window off to the sides. Consequently, your whole body made contact with the window. With your beautiful soft breasts now pressed against the cool surface of the glass, along with the side of your face being smushed, you struggled in frustration to pull yourself up. But to no avail, you lost the strength to get up once more. Steadily, Gun gripped onto your shoulders tightly, as he began to thrust slowly to get into the rhythm of his hips hitting against your rear. Euphoric cries started to release from your mouth due to the feeling of Gun’s girth hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly, making you squirm in place from how good you felt. The way your body temperature was starting to rise from the overwhelming feeling of sexual pleasure was unlike the other times that you’ve had intercourse with Gun. Oddly enough, Gun’s body heat that was emitting onto you from within your cunt, mixed with the intoxication of the alcohol you consumed, became such a dangerous combination that you never would’ve imagined. The alcohol acted like a catalyst to your euphoria. An aphrodisiac that just added even more fire to the burning sensation of intense pleasure from within you. At that point, it was merely impossible to try and hide those pleased sounds that were coming out of that dirty mouth of yours. But your shameful moaning won’t stop you from trying to hide your own face from the public. While Gun was enjoying the sight of his cock ramming into your dripping heat from below him, your hands crept towards your face little by little to cover your embarrassed face with your own palms hiding your caricature. However, when Gun caught your hands moving inwards towards your face from his peripheral vision, he instantly released his grasp on your shoulders, as his hands swept to your wrists to pull your arms behind you. Gun made sure to control you by cuffing your wrists in his solid grasp, while stapling your wrists onto your hips from behind.

With a sneer, Gun wickedly ridiculed, “What? You couldn’t stand others to see you like this? Do you feel ashamed? Humiliated? Or… Embarrassed?” He let out a cold chuckle in between, as he continued, “Ah, that’s right. I understand now. You don’t want them to know this side of you, right? But specifically, you don’t want DG to see you like this…” His hands that were trapping your wrists on your hips became much forceful, as he pulled your ass towards him even more, now starting to pound into you mercilessly while struggling to hold yourself up with your hands unable to be set free and your heels barely holding onto your standing position. Confused from his burst of energy and pressure, you questioned him through clenched teeth, “W-what… the fuck… a-are you… talking a-… about…?!” Gun snickered at your cluelessness, thinking how dare you play him for a fool. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t know? How you and DG have been exchanging words with each other behind my back. Now, that makes me wonder… What would he think of this? A pretty little slut, who’s getting her back blown out by me would be such a sight to see. What if he saw you from this window getting brutally fucked from behind, while he’s flying on his private helicopter through the sky? How would you picture DG’s face if he saw you like this, huh? I bet he’ll think of you as such a horny little thing. A maid who had seduced her own master for some extra services. Do you think he’ll like that?” Gun’s words made no sense to you, as your jumbled-up thoughts started spiraling all over your head.

W-what… the hell… i-is he… talking a-about…? I can’t… u-understand… why h-he’d… bring up… DG l-like… that…

Still barely hanging onto your tipsy self, you confronted Gun by asking him, “Tch… W-why… did y-you… bring DG… into… this…? Are y-you… mad… a-at… him…? Is… that w-why… you’re taking… y-your frustration… out on me…?” Gun’s eyes narrowed menacingly, as if you just pissed off the wrong beast. He was annoyed at how ridiculous he felt about you talking to DG in the first place. It shouldn’t even be his business, yet he felt irritated about how DG had been on your mind for even an instance. Everything seemed to piss Gun off recently, making him crankier than usual. As his thoughts seemed to have caused his temper to rise, you felt his hands around your wrists to tighten, now pulling your arms farther backwards to lift your body off from the glass and more closer to him. His pelvic thrusts grew even more violent than ever, bruising both your cervix inside you and your ass cheeks from the anger transferring from his head to the wild movements of his dick. You noticed his pace became even more ballistic than what it was previously, as you pleaded out, “G-Gun…! W-why are y-you… being so… r-rough… all of a… s-sudden…?! I-Is it… because of… DG…???” Gun gritted his teeth as he harshly hissed into your ear, “Shut the fuck up already, and just take my cock inside you. If I let DG see you like this, do you think he’d be willing to do this to you after I’m done with you? Your whole body had already been carved by me. I fucking took you in, and made you who you are now! I made you STRONGER than before, and yet you had your eyes on him and not me?! You ungrateful whore!” The amount of times his member had roughly poked your cervix remained uncountable, making your eyes roll back from how good it felt, forgetting how he was humiliating you from behind. It became harder for you to even process Gun’s own thoughts while you were lost in immense heat, but at that moment, you couldn’t bear to hear such harsh words come from his mouth like that. What the hell did he think you took him for? All this time, you’ve been struggling to tell him how you really felt. Coming up with the right time and place to do it, and yet, how could you get this type of treatment from him? Were all those times with him all for naught?

Gun’s words pierced through your heart, like a dagger. With the feeling of betrayal seething right through you with the conflicting feeling of pleasure being shared, you yelled at him in frustration. “What… the f-fuck… a-are you… t-talking about… you Asshole…?! Just sh-shut… the fuck… UP… ABOUT DG ALREADY…!!! A-and… what do you… m-mean… I h-had eyes… f-for him…? A-are you… dumb…?! I… o-only… had eyes… FOR YOU, STUPID…!!!” You were already bellowing at the top of your lungs, screaming out the words that Gun couldn’t believe. His eyes widened, now looking at your pained expression from the reflection of the window. Gun was in complete shock. Surprised by your sudden outburst of a confession, he didn’t know what to feel about your words or what to even say. Except, his body was the one that spoke for himself. After you told him that you only had eyes for him, you felt his dick refine itself again, returning back to its solid girthy form. Surprised by how his cock hardened so suddenly, you turned your head back to look at him saying in a concerned manner, “H-hey… d-did you just-” Immediately, he reached over to the back of your head and forced you to look straight ahead once more. With a roll of his wrist around the fistful of your hair in his right hand, he wrapped a whole handful of your hair into his hand, then pulled onto it as he plunged his hard cock into your g-spot, over and over and over again. By yanking your hair, he kept your gaze onto the beautiful view of the city, as he watched your watery eyes trickle down with tears from the window’s reflection, due to the intensity of him using your body. Grunting, he said in a challenged tone, “Hah, when did you become such a good liar? Toying with me like this. Are you proud, (Y/N)? That you somehow managed to get my dick up, just so that I could continue to punish you like this? You became such a dirty woman, that I’m starting to understand now. Do you enjoy me using you as my personal cocksleeve? Is that what you’re aiming for?” While panting heavily, you answered in a weakened voice, “N-no… th-that’s not… it… I-I’m not… lying…” Gun became even more authoritative, saying, “Then be honest, and say it clearly. Is whatever you said, true?” Whimpering, you confirmed in a sob, “Y-yes… i-it’s… true… Gun, I- AAHHH~!!!” Your words were interrupted, due to his left hand snaking over the front of your clit, as he started to rub your knob intensely. The powerful overstimulation of him pleasuring your sweet spots was unbearable. Tears wouldn’t stop pouring from your eyes because of the extreme sensation of euphoria, making you cry out in blissful pleasure. Gun grew astray from his reality, as he got lost in his own wild thoughts after hearing those words come out from your mouth. The way you said that you only had eyes for him, played in his head like a broken record. Repeatedly, his mind replayed your words over and over again. Even how you confirmed your words to be true, Gun was addicted to those words. He was so drawn into them, that he couldn’t help but speed up his movements. His stamina was still good to go, as he continued to rashly buck his hips into you with every emotion he had inside of him. Behind you, you could hear how he was panting as well, trying to give you endless amounts of pleasure from the back. Forgetting that his hold on your wrists was now free, you still kept your hands on your ass cheeks behind you, as if he was still dominantly restricting you. Gradually, your mind and body became controlled by him, like invisible handcuffs that were restraining you from ever daring to think about anything or anyone but Gun in this very moment…

. . .

It has been a bit over an hour, and it was surprising that both your legs and your spirit continued to hold onto dear life over how Gun kept that steady, dictatorial hold on you. The sounds within the room held only the sounds of yours and Gun’s hot and heavy breathing. Your feral whimpers continued to broadcast themselves throughout the dimmed lit room, encouraging Gun to keep going every time he heard your irresistible moans. The two of you were unaware of the fogged up windows, which was caused from the intense breathing and body heat released from your intimate activity, along with the cold air from outside meeting with the warm air from inside impacting the glass to condense. But that didn’t matter to the both of you. Right now, it’s just you and Gun who occupied each other’s desires. Whenever Gun felt your walls starting to contract around his stiff member and when he heard your moans getting audibly louder, he knew that you were almost near your orgasm. However, he wouldn’t allow you to cum so easily. Not just yet. He loved edging and teasing you out, causing you to submit to his every will. He had to make sure that you never lose thought of who’s in charge here, by pausing midway deep into your pussy, causing you to whine in desperation for a release. Gun smirked at how needy you’ve gotten over his own actions, which resulted in him to land a hard spank on your ass. You yelped from the intermingling feeling of both pain and pleasure from his unexpected smack, as Gun leaned into your ear while whispering in a hushed voice, “Shhh… Be a good girl, and wait for it. I’ll make you cum in no time, if you do this little thing for me. I want you to say my name when I move again. Say it, nice and loud for me. Say my name, and beg for me to cum inside you. Can you do that for me?” As if lost in a hypnotized enchantment, you nodded obediently. Gun took that as a sign of understanding, in which he resumed the thrusts that your body favored so much. You could feel the friction of his dick fucking you remorselessly, speeding up in the process, gifting you that pleasure that you direly wanted. Doing as you were told, you moaned out his name while begging, “Ahhh, Gun~! Mmmm… Oh~ GUN~!! PLEASE… CUM… INSIDE ME~!!!” Gun’s hands slid down to your hips again to hold onto you firmly, now grinning devilishly at how submissive you’ve grown for him. “That’s it (Y/N), keep begging for me. Keep calling my name, like the good little slut you are~ You want me to fuck you into submission like this, right? You’ve become such a good girl, calling out to me like that. I just want to keep rewarding you like this. I bet you wouldn’t mind…” While complimenting you, Gun all of a sudden, felt your tight walls squeezed around his cock. He was confused for a second until he realized what that meant. Snickering in amusement, he teased in enlightenment saying, “My, my… Are you turned on from how much I’m praising you? Hah, I didn’t know you were such a slut for compliments. Maybe I should do that more, from now on. My lovely student deserves praise for being so obedient tonight. You even got me in such a good mood, so I’ll give you what you want~” An immediate burst of energy recovered inside Gun, as he gripped onto your hips, ever so tightly. His obscene movements instantly came alive, releasing all his sexual arousal at once. The rushed pleasure that you felt building up inside of you was like a tsunami gathering smaller bodies of water one by one. As you heard the vulgar sounds of your insides squelching due to Gun’s rapid pace in action, your vaginal walls began to throb, meaning that you’re coming very close to your climax. Gun could feel how good your pussy was starting to react around him, surrounding his entire length in very compressed squeezes, due to the destructive force of his own cock. While he plummeted his phallus consecutively onto your battered cervix, your heart began to race from the increased intensity of your orgasm rising and your aching legs began to shake.

Simultaneously, Gun felt his own rapture beginning to accumulate as well, making him strive for that sweet release with you. Finally, when you felt your insides about to burst, you called out to him, “Gun, I’m- CUMMING~!!!” Without hesitation, your body convulsed, specifically your cunt which exploded onto his dick so hard, causing a wet sprinkle of dirty body fluids to release down your legs. At the same time, you made Gun cum as well. When the sensation of heightened pleasure caught up to him, he gave one final push of his dick deep into your heat, as he filled every part of your insides with his warm milky cum. His length stayed there in your wet heat for about a minute, making sure that every section of your walls have been tainted with his own seed before he decided to pull out slowly with a very satisfied groan. When he pulled out, he watched as his own nasty liquids streamed out from your sore puss then down in between your legs with its stickiness. Gun never got tired of beholding such a beautiful sight in front of his eyes. The sight of his own seed being the only one worthy of filling you up with such brute lustfulness. It was so breath-taking, that he wouldn’t mind having another take of it, if you begged him to fuck you again. However, right after you came so hard, your legs gave up on you, as you dropped onto your knees from how tired your legs were from standing for such a long period of time. While breathing heavy, your feet were a bit swollen from how long you were wearing your heels when he was doing you from the back, withstanding the pain. Meanwhile, Gun crept up to you and caressed the back of your head tenderly, saying, “You kept your heels on like I told you to. Good girl. I give you permission to take them off now. From where we’re going next, you won’t be needing them anytime soon…” Tired, you took each shoe and threw them weakly over to the cushioned bench that stood right in front of the bed. The heated interaction that you had with Gun made your head spin from how hot your body felt, still feeling the tingling sensation in your private. Even when you just climaxed, you still felt warm inside and your heat was still throbbing in arousal. You didn’t know what to do about it. To make this feeling of insatiable yearning go away.

What… should I… do…? I can’t… t-take this… anymore…

Your mind had been distracted by Gun’s hand extended out towards you from the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you looked up at him as he said with a firm, “Don’t just sit there. Come on.” Willingly, you took his hand as he helped pull you up from the floor. After brushing yourself off from what was on that floor, you felt his hand temptingly lay his hand behind your back, tracing down your back by utilizing his fingers to lightly caress you from behind. Seductively, he played with the tips of your hair by twirling your thread-like strands around his finger while whispering to you with that mischievous grin on his face, “You’re always so obedient whenever you want me to ruin you, (Y/N). It’s always too predictable whenever you act so submissive when it’s only just the two of us, like this…” In between talking, he gave a slight sneer, before continuing on with, “…but I don’t mind. Weirdly enough, you make me feel some type of wa-”

That’s it… I can’t… take this anymore…

Without caution, you grabbed onto his hand that was toying with your hair behind your back, then led him over to the bed. Gun was taken aback from your sudden shift of control. When the two of you stopped in front of the side of the bed, Gun said in a suspicious tone saying, “Well this is unexpected. You’re not toying with me, are yo-” With an abrupt push, Gun landed flatly on the bed with his back impacting the mattress with a soft thud. His eyes widened a bit, at the sight of you getting onto the bed, now creeping towards him in a very alluring way. You crawled on top of his body, positioning yourself upright and now sitting on his lap. Looking at you strangely with squinted eyes, he asked in a distrustful way, “What are you trying to pull, (Y/N)?” You stared down onto his eyes with a gleam of aching desire for him. “I-I’m… I’m sorry… I d-don’t know… what’s happening… to me… but…” As you took one of his hands into both of your own hands, you placed his hand onto your chest, holding it there as your drunken self couldn’t hold your emotions any longer. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you… a-and I want… to…” with your cheeks flushed adorably, and your eyes teary with mixed embarrassment and longing, you pleaded to him saying, “…make you… feel g-good… too… so p-please… teach me… h-how to… do i-it… properly…” Gun stared at you for a minute until finally, he gave in. With a sigh, he smiled at you with a brand new look of admiration, as he said, “If that’s what you want, then fine. I’ll teach you. You’re really earning my praise here, today. How odd… Alright. First, before you satisfy me, you need to wet my dick first before putting all of me inside you.” Blushing wildly, you blinked a few times before Gun chuckled amusingly. “What? Did you think that I was just going to wet you myself, like how I usually do? If you want to learn how to pleasure me, then learn how to take responsibility first. Come on, hold onto my dick before you start sucking me off.” You gently released his hand from your chest, setting it down beside him. As your hand surrounded the base of his thickness, you scooted back from his lap as he rearranged his legs for you to crawl into the space in between his legs. Currently, you’re sitting on the mattress in between him while holding his phallus in front of you. You were now sitting on your knees, with your eyes now scanning down onto his whole entire length that’s way past the measurement of your hand. God, your eyes couldn’t help but take in how big his cock was. You were still surprised at how this thing managed to fit inside your small hole multiple times. Softly caressing those veins on the side of his member with your thumb… His light pinkish crown that made you salivate just by staring… His width that had a certain depth which made you feel so little… The extent of his manhood that got your core throbbing…

“(Y/N). Are you just going to sit and stare?”

Awakened from your dreary thoughts, you jolted upright to meet with his eyes, apologetically. Quickly, you got into position as you laid down flat on your stomach, to get your face leveled with his private in front of you. You pulled yourself up, closely for his cock to be able to meet the feeling of your mouth. Gun, who was sitting up straight with his back pressed up against a stack of puffy pillows, cautiously followed your movements. With your mouth nearing onto his head, you licked your lips before your mouth opened up to devour his tip. In a slow pace, you followed whatever you did from the last blowjob you’ve given him. Gun felt the sensation of your moist tongue finally meet with the crown of his shaft, circling him around his hole in such a hungry way. While holding onto his dick, you began sucking on the most sensitive part of his entire member, in which that section was his head. A husky groan was uttered from his mouth, causing him to draw his hand towards you, smoothing out your hair away from your face to make things easier for you. When you suddenly felt his gentle touch on you, your mouth released him with a bit of drool trickling down the side of your mouth. You asked him with worry in your eyes, “Am I doing… okay so far…?” Gun presented a slight nod, before gathering all of your hair into one hold from behind your head, so you’d concentrate at your job in front of you. Afterwards, he sat up with his abs flexing, as he went to wipe the saliva dripping off the corner of your mouth before laying back onto the bed again. “Yes, you’re doing fine. Keep going.” Just those words were enough to give you a confidence boost, which made you beam at him in joyful pride, knowing that you’re doing something right. Your mouth returned on his male sex, but this time, your mouth went farther down. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth leisurely. Tears started to collect in your eyes, but you’ve resisted the need to gag from his huge size. That dewy-eyed look in your eyes drove Gun mad, as he wanted your mouth to reach the very bottom of his whole length already. However, he’s withstanding the urge to force you down onto him, for your sake. You wanted to learn from him on how to please him, after all. Right when your lips reached his balls, you felt his stub poke the back of your throat, causing him to hum in gratification. Already, you started bobbing your head in a rhythmic motion, while pumping his shaft into your hand. The speed of your mouth enclosed on his stiff cock transitioned from a slow, to a milder rate, with you now getting used to his size in your mouth. Gun huffed every time he felt your mouth suctioned around his phallus. The slobbering of your mouth on his member and the moans you emitted with his own heated sex organ was like listening to the most wonderful orchestra of all time. The tempo of the sound of his drenched private being devoured by you transitioned from adagio to allegro, as he listened to your improved performance. He was impressed by how well you were satisfying him, which made him recognize how you’re actually putting in effort into making him feel good. This brought out a sense of praise from him in which he murmured, “You’re doing so well, my dear student. I’m impressed at how much you’ve improved at sucking my own cock like that. You’re such a good pleaser, (Y/N). A very good slut, with a VERY satisfying mouth.” He smiled wickedly at the sight of you doing this all for him. As the sounds of your messy blowjob, and the continued moans of Gun’s contented bliss bounced off the walls of the bedroom, this only turned him on even more. Now tightening his grip around your hair from the back of your head, you took that as a sign that he’s closing in onto his own climax. Through a strong inhale through his gritted teeth, he hissed in pleasure, “That’s it (Y/N), don’t fucking stop until you take all of my cum inside your mouth. That’s it, good girl…” His addictive praises made your pussy flutter, making you speed up just to earn more of his sweet words from him.

The pace of your gawking gradually sped up, sucking him in with such intensity, that it led him to spill a few curses under his breath from how euphoric this feeling was in his nether region due to that blessed mouth of yours. Not only was there wet noises that filled the room, but also your focused moans on his cock had made Gun even harder every minute. He was beginning to believe that you’re actually talented in giving good head, due to how fast you picked up on learning how to pleasure him with your own mouth. Gun thought that your mouth must’ve been blessed by the gods. At least in this case, his view of you being a holy figure to him hasn’t ceased. At last, with one final suck and rub with your hand on his soaking manhood, your head dipped all the way down his length in which his head hit the back of your throat. As Gun felt himself already at the peak of combusting, he looked down at your scrunched up eyebrows and your whole teary-eyed caricature, which influenced his own dick to twitch in your mouth before exploding a huge mouthful of his warm sweet cum onto your tastebuds. You felt his discharge flow down your throat with one big gulp, swallowing everything that he had to offer you fully. With some of his cum escaping out your mouth and dripping down the extent of his sexual organ, you slurped up all of the dirty excess fluids on his veiny prong while pulling your mouth up from his sex. Without mentally realizing that you were gazing directly at him while doing so, Gun couldn’t resist those thirsty eyes of yours after you just made him cum like that. With such a glorious mouth, what else could you do with that tight wet pussy that he’s already craving for?

Right when your lips reached the top of his crown, they parted from his sensitive spot messily, causing left over saliva and mixed sperm to drip onto his cock and smear down the side of his sopping phallus. The blowjob made you tired from having to pleasure him yourself with your mouth, leaving you to breathe heavily for air while wiping the saliva from your bottom lip with the back of your hand. Gun chuckled at your fatigue as he teased, “Now, this won’t do. You’re already tired from just giving me head? Good grief, I might have to train you a bit more in sex if you want to satisfy me. I suppose, we’re done he-” Annoyed by listening to his words, you immediately got on top of his lap again but this time, you purposely sat on his drenched manhood and kept your own heat pressed onto him. Without saying anything further, you leaned your body onto him as your breasts met with his own sturdy pecs. You drew your face closer to shut him up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your tongue forcing its way into his mouth surprised Gun unexpectedly, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. Gun returned a kiss back as well, with his tongue now interacting with yours in a very greedy way. Surrounding your body tightly were his strong arms, one of them wrapping around your waist while the other one supported your back as the two of you fought for dominance during your intense make-out session. Moaning into his mouth, you gradually shut your eyes, as you were feeling the moment of passion emanating from the two of you. Gun felt your hand trailing up the nape of his neck while coursing through the back of his soft hair, entangling your fingertips deeper into his scalp. At the same time, he felt your wet cunt grinding against his knob, turning him on even more from your honest movements. The way you were working your hips onto his groin so freely like that made Gun sigh back into the kiss in insatiable hunger. Through your own power, you managed to bring back his bulge that was now throbbing with intense arousal. Hot and heavy breathing filled the air, making the both of you crave more of each other. Once he sensed your touches become needier for more, it made him ponder in his head about what was really going on with you. In all honesty, he never once thought that you were capable of acting like this. Was this really you? Or was this just the effect of the alcohol? He knew what liquor can do to a person once they’re no longer in their right mind. It either makes someone act illogically or it brings out their true colors. But even if you were in your right mind or not… he didn’t mind this at all. Actually, he didn’t expect himself to be so charmed by this side of you. Even though you were more assertive than usual, you were also more honest with what you wanted. Your body did all of the talking for you, and Gun was clearly aware of that. He recalled his previous sexual encounters with you, remembering that he always played the dominant partner in bed. But this time, you were topping him as if you have done it so many times. You were a natural in his eyes, even though it was your first time in control. Entranced by your seductive movements, Gun couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to dominate you at that moment. Oh, you had no idea how much he wanted to flip you over onto the bed and fuck you until you scream and beg for more. He’ll make you do it, and he knows damn well how he’ll break your mind for that to happen. However, he won’t do it. Not NOW, that is. Right now, he was at your mercy. At that moment, you were the queen of the bed, and you get to do whatever you wanted with him. Now that the tables have turned, it was up to you on what the next move shall be, and he’s willing to wait patiently just to be the good teacher that he is. The guide to your naughty little sex lesson, as your personal trainer.

Slurping noises were exchanged between you and Gun, as the two of you sucked on each other’s tongues in yearning. Just the sound of a sexy “Hngh…” or a “Mmm…” out of you was already making Gun’s insanity meter rise inside of him. He didn’t know how much longer it’ll take for him to relieve his sexual frustration once more, as he was on the edge of giving up his controlled behavior for you. He didn’t know if you were doing this on purpose to get back at him for the sexual escapade with you earlier, by the window. All he knew at that time was that whatever you were doing to him, was torturous. Fuck it, he thought. He could’ve had you right now if he wanted to, but that wasn’t possible in this matter. Damn. Fuck this-

Without giving any sign of stopping instantly, you pulled away from his lips while untangling your tongue from his. When Gun felt a dabble of your mixed saliva separate from him, he watched it fade before him which severed the connection of your lips from his mouth. Your hands then traveled back to both of his shoulders to support yourself from the feeling of dizziness that you felt after that heated kiss. He watched you tilt your head down panting, trying to catch your breath. Gun’s hand unraveled from your back as he gently grabbed onto your chin to angle your face up towards him. Gazing into your eyes with feral desire, Gun whispered lowly saying, “Are you even aware of how turned on I am, just because of your doing? You have no idea how much I want you so badly, (Y/N). So, you better not chicken out and prepare yourself. I’ll teach you everything you need to know in order to satisfy me. And while doing so…” he released both your waist and your chin entirely, before pressing his back more against the small stack of pillows acting like a pillar for him to relax on. “I want you to be honest with me. If you’re going to top me, then show me how much you wanted this and tell me what you’re thinking of. Be honest with me. No need to hide whatever you’re feeling either. It’s just me, after all…” As your breathing died down, your eyes gazed down at him while murmuring, “Gun…” With an attentive “Hm?” from him, your hands went for both sides of his face, cupping his face into your hands longingly. “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” Gun’s eyes widened in astonishment at your rare compliment, which was the first time he had ever heard you praise his physical features, especially the way you complimented his face and his natural hair. Gun couldn’t resist your heavenly praises either, as he pulled himself up with both of his tattooed forearms resting on both of his sides onto the pillows, to give you a tender kiss of appreciation. This kiss wasn’t rough compared to the usual ones he had given you. It was one of those unique slow and sensual French-kisses, that ignited a flame of passion inside the both of you. Your cores were already aching for each other, as you rubbed your heat onto his own. Gun was aware that even if you were supposed to be playing the role of the dominant sex partner in this scenario, he still had your mind in control, not being able to prevent your own body from acting on its own. This way, he wanted you to secretly submit to him, making sure that your mind and your actions are entirely truthful to him. He wants to know what you’re feeling during this moment, and he wants to know everything. Your hidden thoughts, your secret desires, and how much he means to you, like what you mentioned to him before starting this switch in sexual roles. “Manipulative” it may be, Gun couldn’t bother to think about the moral aspect of this goal of his. He just wants to confirm whatever is needed to be heard.

Messily retreating his lips from yours cautiously, he gave you a smile that was mixed with the feeling of adoration and a small sense of regret from having to scheme against you unwillingly, out of his own curiosity. “I just couldn’t help myself after hearing those words come out from your mouth. But (Y/N), are you certain about this? Are you willing to reveal everything about your thoughts and desires? You might lose yourself if you do. Then again, having my whore of a student cock-drunk over my own sex doesn’t seem to be a bad idea…” That teasing smile of his reappeared on his lips, which made your cheeks flush and your private to pulsate in horniness. Everything about him got your body in excruciating heat inside of you, causing you to excrete lustful juices from how turned on you were. Without hesitation, you placed one of your hands on his scarred chest as you moved your hips back and forth onto his crotch. In response, he let out a sexy groan, feeling his own meat getting special treatment from you continuously, with your dripping womanhood throbbing for him. “Gun… I-I… want you… badly… i-inside me… I can't… take i-it… anymore… so, p-please… teach m-me… h-how to… get r-rid of this… feeling… I’m… in d-desperate n-need… for y-your… g-guidance…” Just hearing you beg for him on your own will through your jumbled words resulted in more blood to flow down into his pulsating sex organ, leading him to sneer amusedly. “You dirty woman. Where did you learn how to pick such provocative words like that? You must be desperate, begging for me like that. What a smart girl you are, learning to take after your previous sessions with me so quickly without having me to make you beg for it. You never fail to surprise me AND turn me on like this. And you’re even working for it too? How greedy of you… but alright. I’ll finally help you, like how you wanted me to from the very beginning. I’m willing to keep my end of that deal, since you’ve been doing well so far, pleasuring me on your own. For now, get in the right stance by sitting on your knees. Your knees should be close to my sides. Also, your private part should be where my dick is positioned at. Well, you don’t need to do it at all. You’re already in that position, ever since you’ve been grinding on me. Good job, (Y/N). You’re such a very good slut~”

Gun smirked in between his instruction, listening in on your breathing that just hitched due to his generous praises, knowing that he got you where he wanted. “Now insert my dick inside of yourself. When you put it in, make sure to angle it properly. You don’t want it going into the wrong hole.” Hesitantly, you looked down at his hard erection that was next to your own throbbing private, then wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. As he watched you ever so closely, you felt his piercing gaze right through you, making your hand shake anxiously with him in your grasp. You’ve never done this before, so the thoughts of accidentally hurting him or hurting yourself made you a bit scared to do it yourself. From your panicked facial expression, he let out a laugh while shaking his head, covering his own eyes with his hand over his eyes at your nervousness which made him comment, “You want to take control, yet you don’t know how to even do it. (Y/N), you’re such a foolish woman. Look, just stick it inside of you. You’re already sitting on my lap anyways, and your knees are already at the right place, where my sides are. Then, go ahead and lift yourself up and get on your feet as if you’re squatting so you can properly put it in…” You felt both of his hands grab onto each of your ass cheeks, resulting in your blush to become even more noticeable than before. As he helped lift you up from below, you slowly picked yourself up on your feet in squatting position like what he informed you to do. His eyes was on your body, which was now hovering above him. With your hand still wrapped around his length, you felt your face getting hotter and your body starting to sweat due to how much you wanted to disappear from the overwhelming pressure. Wanting to do such a dirty thing to him, and yet you didn’t even know ANYTHING about how to play the dominant partner in bed. But you can’t take it back now. No… you wanted this, and you’re going to have to seek through this till the very end. Ultimately, you angled the tip of his cock onto your opening then carefully lowered yourself down onto his thick shaft. Gun observed you closely, as you did so. The way he watched you carry out the deed yourself, made him lose it. Just as you inserted his whole entire length into your needy pussy, had caused his private to solidify even more inside you, making your back arch in return. Once you felt his top bump onto your cervix, you caught yourself from falling backwards by placing both of your hands on his chiseled abdomen as you threw your head back in satisfaction.

In synced with each other, you and Gun spewed out a moan and a groan of mutual bliss, feeling how the two of you are now connected with each other again. Gun looked up at you with sincerity, saying, “Go on, (Y/N). Go ahead and ride me to your heart’s content. Move yourself, up and down on my cock, however you like. While doing it, remember… I want you to be honest with me and tell me how it feels. I want to know everything that you’re thinking of, and I want to hear what that pretty mouth of yours has to say. I’m permitting you to do whatever you want. To pleasure me, you have to learn how to pleasure yourself. Use my cock as your toy, and tell me how I feel inside of you…” With your incapable self still barely hanging onto your sanity, you gave an affirmative nod before you started moving. On the bed with your feet beside his hips and your legs still bent like a leap frog, you pulled yourself up while pushing onto his abs in the process, feeling his stiffness glide against your soaked walls. Gun inhaled sharply through his teeth from the feeling of his dick being surrounded by your juicy insides. Once you felt that most of his length had been released from the tight grip of your sex muscles, you spontaneously crash your hips down onto his robust package, giving his shaft a tight squeeze. As Gun felt your sticky walls coil around his wood, an attractive moan escaped through his lips from how good he felt you tighten around him. You even reacted in sweet enjoyment as well, moaning in satisfaction from the feeling of him occupying your tight hole once again. In an encouraging way, Gun informed you to, “Keep going…”. With a few dazed nods, you repeated that naughty action. Over, and over, and over again, Gun watched you bounce on his cock multiple times. He enjoyed the sight of you pleasuring yourself, and the nasty sounds of the swashing of your pussy being pushed apart by his own sturdy girth. The thought of your kitty being carved out into the shape of his penis was his motivation to keep his own gonad solid, just for you. With those attractive whimpers of yours, you moaned out to him saying, “Ahn~!Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” Breathing heavy from his sex heating up because of your riding, Gun’s mouth curved into a smirk while watching you play with yourself by using his own phallus as your own sex toy. Your words peaked his interest as he questioned in a fascinated tone, “Oh, is that so?” You nodded while humming in a pleasured, “Mhm, yes~! Th-that’s… right… Agh~ I’ve… a-always… been… m-meaning… t-to… say this… Ha~ t-to y-you…” Gun sighed consecutively in elation, as you felt both of his hands grip onto your ass cheeks from behind, while you continued your joyride without stopping. “And- Mmmm, shit… What is it that you want to tell me, (Y/N)?” Your intoxicated self may or may not remember this later, but currently, you didn’t care about the repercussions of your own actions. You were living the moment, and since you came so far as to come here with Gun, then it is now or never. It is impulsive of you to act so rashly than your usual self, but you didn’t allow your wasted mess to stop you from confessing to him. “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” Gun’s hypnotizing black orbs expanded in shock. He was left speechless without words, as he heard you moan out his name through an actual confession. It was like he was suddenly void of being able to speak. The gears in his head seemed to have stopped, as he was still processing the words that you just told him. He didn’t know how to even react to you, which made him feel frustrated. What should he even feel at this moment? Happiness, from your mutual feeling of interest? Relief, that you weren’t looking for anyone else but him? Annoyance, for catching him off guard like that at such an inappropriate time? Or frustration, for beating him first in ACTUALLY fessing up to him about your feelings to the point that it actually hurts his own pride?

With a conflicted look on his face, feeling the sensation of carnal desire still lit inside of him, he asked you, “Is that true? You’re not saying that just because you-” You interrupted him by heaving out a, “N-no, no…! Hahn~ Gun… I-I’m not… Ah~ lying… I d-do… like you…” Gun stared into your eyes, with an equivocal expression. He felt your speed die down, as you tried to maintain your soft bounces. “If whatever you’re saying is true, then prove it. Call me by name…” Your bemused eyes peered at him as you said helplessly in corporeal pining, “Gun~!” Gun returned a stern gaze, as he said more solemnly this time, “No, not that. I want you to call me by my other name. The one that only you were entrusted with… I gave you that name for a special reason, and I hope you can… actually… put it into good use…” For some reason, he seemed more apprehensive and hesitant to vocalize what he wanted. It was a bit of a bewildering scene, in which for the first time, you’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before with his cheeks tinted a bit red. You even witnessed the top of his ears turn a small shade of cherry as well. Even his dark voided eyes couldn’t seem to focus on yours directly, as his unusual demeanor tugged at your own heartstrings. It could have been your imagination, but frankly, this side of him was truly an abnormal sight to behold. It was similar to the time when you saw him genuinely smile for the first time, right when he gave you a compliment for improving so much after you finished training with him. However, from his adorably embarrassed state, how could you say no? Meanwhile, Gun couldn’t believe what he was requesting you to do. What the hell was he even saying? This was the first time he had ever asked someone to call him by his Japanese name, and that someone had to be the least expected person that he’d never thought in a million years would actually grow on him. Let alone, the person who was the complete opposite of him, was receiving special treatment from THE Jong Gun Park. Had he gone soft? This wasn’t like that one time when he allowed Eli Jang to go. No, this was surely a different case. His actions were so unlike himself. Hell, he couldn't even look at your eyes because of how he felt right now. Embarrassing as it is, he thought of how annoying it can be to have to reveal such an unsightly side of him to you. It even irritates him that he had to stoop to such a degree, for him to act so differently when it comes to you. Was it really because… he too… felt something for you…?

While still carrying on with your raunchy movements on his rod, your tipsy character desperately needed his attention back onto you. During this instance, you allowed your emotions to take control of your mind. Collectively, you missed his gaze that was focused only on you and despite your impulsive behavior, you still acted as you wished. You stopped his erotic treatment for a second with your body still trembling from the lingering pleasure that was residing down in your tingling cunt. With a confused expression now on his face, Gun turned his attention back towards you. His eyebrows knitted in betrayal asking, “Why did you stop, (Y/N)? I thought you wanted this.” Your tranced eyes locked onto his, staring at him for a long minute which felt like forever. Until finally, in a serene note, you said, “Yu… Yuzuru…” Gun’s eyes stared at yours back, now in shock. Right when Gun heard you call him by his hidden name, it was like his world stopped. Hearing his native name being called by you was like listening to the flow of a tranquil river. So soft, and peaceful. Like a flower flying through a summer breeze. A nurturer of some sort, whose calm voice soothed him, like so. The sound of his Japanese name being pronounced by your voice sounded so right to him. However, you took Gun by surprise as you started to move again on his cock, earning a pleased groan from him. This time, you rolled your hips around in a circular motion onto his cock. Experimenting with your movements, you felt for the right spots wherever his dick curved and angled, hitting your sweet spots. He couldn’t form any words on how to even react to you, basically playing with yourself, as he was left panting and sighing in pleasure at how far gone you’ve succumbed to an actual whore. The way you whined his name every time by crying out, “Yuzuru~!!!” resulted in his mind to go feral. Your pussy burned at the feeling of his own love-stick bulging in thickness inside of you from how horny you just made him. The wails that were released from your mouth made him want more. As Gun’s thoughts were shrouded entirely in lust, he thought of ways how he could make you call out his name infinitely. Contemporarily, he can’t wait any longer. Not like this. His hands greedily held onto your hips, forcing you to crash down onto his huge shaft just to resume what you were meant to do in the first place. Your eyes met with his in urgency, causing him to say, “Like I said before, I want you to be honest with me. ALWAYS. And I’m not referring to just- tch, fuck~… sex. You’ve been truthful about what you said. Now, it’s time to really prove your words. Show me, (Y/N). And prove to me how far you’re willing to go with this. I want to know where you stand…” Obediently, like the good little servant that you are, you rode his dick like there’s no tomorrow while heavily praising Gun to no end through your babble of whimpers. “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” Your worship towards him made Gun’s grip on your hips dig deeper, nails digging onto your sides as he felt a strong wave building up towards his breaking point. Inhaling sharply through his gritted teeth, he asked in a rushed way, “Khhh… what else?” Of course, you intoxicatingly rambled sweet nothings to him, continuing onwards with the elevated gushing. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” You slammed your own cunt even more aggressively in a repetitive manner, unaware of how you let your own heart drive your motor processing, gripping his cock more intensely as if trying not to let him go.

Gun was staggering to keep up with his own high, but when he felt your pussy surrounded his girth even more, he spewed ecstatic curses that made him heave for more of your selfish touch. So this is how it is for you to dominate him, he thought. Never in a million years would he witness something so unbelievably mind-blowing. Even if it was through sex, he had finally concurred that your pussy was the best he had ever had. However, as you shift your pace during your cowgirl riding, your hard pounding onto his shaft led Gun’s face to turn into a scrutinizing look, staring at you in puzzlement until he understood who you were referring to. He scoffed saying in a playful fashion, “(Y/N), you don’t have to worry about her since you were the one who scared her off. Besides, you’re amazing, for driving her off like that. I don’t think I’ve even batted an eye to seduce her, but even you can’t compare to her. Because you’re the most fascinating woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I must be lucky to have taken you in under my care, that even your heat is extravagant and I couldn’t resist~” Already bouncing on Gun’s joystick in the fastest way possible with an amount of pleasure gathering into a knot inside of you, a bit of saliva was drooping from the side of your mouth due to the unbearable euphoria. Your eyes were emitting a heightened sense of drunken desire, in which Gun loved to gaze into them. You least expected that compliment to come out of his mouth, as your pussy reacted to it by clamping around his thickness in such a tight hold, that Gun couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your sexual muscle was already at its tightest form, and with one final dribble of your hips, you called out, “Yuzuru~!!!!” before you plummeted down onto his blissful rod. Throbbing all over his length, juices squirted out of your sex and down his cock, in a feverish shudder. Feeling his swollen phallus jolt inside of you while hearing your sudden outburst, he finally pumped his sticky white load into your naughty private, for a second time with a deep heave. Worn out from your smutty solo, you collapsed onto Gun’s chest, shivering at the sensation of both of your bodily fluids mix together, feeling it stream down in between your thighs then further down Gun’s own ballsack. The creamy sensation of your creampie in your tight hole and the wet noises from even the slightest movement from your connected sex organs still got you searching for more through your insatiable desire. The same goes for him as well. With you still leaning against his body, he wrapped his arms around you tenderly. Afterwards, he sat up to take a peek at the mesmerizing aftermath of your sinful tango, with you still trying to catch your breath in his arms. Oh, how the mighty had fallen, Gun thought. He realized how you’ve become such a strong influence on him, that even he was spouting words that he usually doesn’t say to ANYONE. But finally, he had grown to accept that change. Your words for him was like a declaration of your devoted loyalty towards him, and it is time to repay you for it. It is time to show you how he truly felt about you and what he has to say about you. Because he too… also…

Suddenly, Gun’s experimental side was beginning to manifest itself. Looking down at your sweaty and worn out body, he asked, “Do you wish to service me like this for tonight? You know you can refuse, if you don’t want to do it anymore.” While trying to catch your breath on his chest, your ideas of pleasure had already filled your head, as if a sweet drug has been injected into your system. Your mind longed for another round of sex with Gun, as you finally decided to let go of your own sanity. You pleaded with your dewy eyes on him, “Please… t-take over… I-I want… to feel you… more… Yuzuru~” There it is again. The way you called out to him by using his actual name lit something on fire inside of him, which made him say impatiently, “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Without hesitation, Gun urgently sat up as you saw his chiseled abs flex, then wrapped his lean arms around your waist. Using his strength, he flipped you over onto his right side, crashing your body down onto the bed next to him. Right when the side of your body impacted the soft mattress, your eyes were now fixated on the reflection of your naked body laying down, which came from the closet door’s mirror right across from the right side of the queen-sized bed. Behind you, you watched as Gun got on his knees. Pumping his own thick shaft with his brawny hand, he demanded you to, “Get in position and face the mirror. Tonight, you’ll be witnessing yourself getting fucked by me. I’ll fuck you so damn good, that I’ll carve that image of you losing yourself to me in that beautiful head of yours. And I’ll ensure that when you wake up in the morning, you’ll DEFINITELY remember what happened tonight…” Without a fleeting thought about it, your body responded as you got on your hands and knees in front of the mirror like the good girl that you are. Gun positioned himself behind you with his right hand on your voluptuous ass, now rubbing his stiffness onto your wet slick, making you gasp in sensual content. Those pretty moans of yours made Gun’s eyes narrow in carnality. He asked, “Do you want me, (Y/N)?” You hummed in affirmation saying, “Mmm… yes, I… want you…” Gun leaned his body closer onto you, feeling his warm skin on your back while he continued to play with your lubricated entrance. He whispered into your ear from behind inquiring, “Am I the only one who you truly desire? No one else?” Now panting like a bitch in heat, your hands grabbed onto the sheets from his mischievous touch in your nether region, desperately crying out, “Yes, yes…! Gun, please-” However, once he heard you call him by “Gun” you felt the sharp stinging sensation of his hand impacting your right ass cheek. You yelped and arched your back in pain, from his harsh smack. The pain subsided into pleasure, which made your insides ringed inside of you from how good his hand was on your ass. The sight of Gun’s own red hand mark present on your ass cheek made his own cock swole from how sexy you looked beneath him. Arched back, ass up, and your head down low. Just the right position that he wanted you in, all broken in spirit and submissive for him. His eyes trailed up to the reflection on the mirror, and he wished that this dream-like view would last forever. In a primal tone, he commanded, “Say it properly. What’s my name?” Still recovering from the impact of his hard smack on your ass, you answered back in a shaky voice, “Y-Yu… zu… r-ru…” Gun chuckled slyly at your weak tone, as he enjoyed hyping himself up for the main course. "Good girl, I knew you had it in you." He continued on with his temptation, loving every response that you’ve given him so far while he toyed with you from behind.

“How badly do you want me?”

“Very… badly…”

“Do you want to be filled up to the brim, (Y/N)?”

“Yes… I do… Ah~”

“And who’s cock do you crave for?”

“Yours~! I c-crave yours… so badly… please…!”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~”

While rubbing his solid tip onto your folds nonstop, Gun could hear the nasty sounds of your moist opening, indicating that you’re prepared to receive his special package that you’ve been dying to feel. With one last glance at your reflection on the mirror, he could see your mouth hanging open, breathing out hotly in aphrodisia. Your eyes, however, were on your hands gripping the sheets, trying to endure your own sexual frustration by waiting patiently for his next move. To gather your attention at the right place, Gun tilted your head up with just his index finger below your chin. Right when your eyes met with your own eyes through the mirror’s reflection, Gun said in a low undertone, “Go ahead and take a good look at yourself in that mirror. Have you ever been curious about what you looked like, while taking my dick inside of you? Now, you get to finally see through my own eyes of how beautiful you look. Every single time you break, I get addicted to watching you go insane. It’s a blessing to see you tremble and moan because of my doing. I’m the one who claimed you in the first place, so I’ll show you how much… I think of you…” His face retreated away from you, but this time, he gathered your hair into his hands before throwing your hair off to one side of your shoulder. Caught off guard, you felt one of his hands fall on top of yours, grasping your hand from behind while you were still gripping the bed sheets. On the other hand, he grazed one of your breasts before taking one in his hand, playing with your doughy tit. Lightly, his fingers rubbed around your areola, gaining a faint whimper out of you. After that, he took your nipple in between both of his fingers then gave it a pinch and a light tug, inducing a more audible squeal. He loved witnessing your glorious reactions to his touches on your body, in which he cooed in your ear, "How does it feel, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Tell me~" Gun's face lowered onto your shoulder blade, as he gave you a flirtatious gaze through the mirror, making eye contact with you while devilishly leaving wet kisses on your body. It made your heart beat restlessly that you could feel it through your ribcage. Seeing him make eye contact with you like that, he seduced a, "T-Touch me more, Yuzuru… It feels… g-good…", out of you. With a delighted reply, Gun gladly said, “As you wish.” While you felt his lips and his hot breath tickle your skin, he worked his way up to the nape of your neck. He murmured suggestively, "Mmmm… you're so delectable. Would you let me ravish you like this every night if we had the chance to do so? I wouldn't mind at all, if you’re honest me…" he chuckled to himself, listening in on your fastened respiration. He then instructed you to, "Just relax, (Y/N). I could hear your breathing from here. No need to be so tense…" His words weren't helping at all, as it only made you even more horny for him than before. Even that look of shady perversion in his eyes were only just mocking you through the glass.

Just the way this man was taunting you seductively through that shared reflection you had with him, made it seem like you were actually speaking to the Devil. As handsome as he was with his sultry voice, Gun could have passed as Lucifer himself. His attractive features, especially that wicked smile he had on his face, was so alluring that you couldn’t even resist him. The eyes that he bore were dark, but tantalizing to the eyes. Altogether, his strong influence on you made you revert into merely a mindless slut, but you didn’t care at all. You wanted him to ruin you in all possible ways, and you were willing to wait and find out what he had to offer you soon. Ongoing, you felt his lips now grazing your spine, bending himself over for you and angling himself to keep kissing your back without letting go of your hand. Gun wanted to keep the intimacy that you two had, and he was persistent in displaying more of his affection towards you, while making you submit yourself over to him completely. Overall, the stimulation that Gun was putting your body through was already enough for him to hear your whines which symbolized how you were near the edge of breaking for him. Oh, to stick his gigantic width inside you and to please you to the extent of sensuous extremities gets him very turned on. Gun kept his grasps on your hand, while simultaneously pleasing your other erogenous areas. His scheme of having to pleasure you three ways at the same time, made his multi-tasking so irresistible. How could he not resist doing this to you, if you were capable of displaying the most satisfying reactions for him? He decided to step it up with the foreplay, as you felt his tongue sensually lick your spine up towards your upper back, causing you to arch your back from the unexpected moisture. His hot breath from licking you made your body heat up, until he stopped at a certain spot near your right shoulder. On that spot, you felt his lips harshly press against your skin, coaxing a mewl out of you. “Ahh,Yuzuru~!” Your rapturous sighs initiated him to start digging his teeth onto your skin to suck on greedily. His sucking and his arousing touches on your core from his phallus, including his cunning fingers on your peaked nipples, didn’t help you at all. Even if you tried to regain your sanity now, he’ll only drag you down more into the deep corruption of lust. You were starting to grow impatient, as you whimpered, “Yuzuru, please… I w-want it n-now… I want your… d-dick… inside me now… P-please, give it to me~” Gun then shifted his attention to your caricature from the mirror. That helpless face of yours, with your knitted eyebrows, your watery eyes, and your gaping mouth expelling the lewdest of words out of your mouth made him snicker in satisfaction, enjoying every plea from you. Your words made him stop his marking on you, as he click his tongue in a chastising fashion, casting a caution from him. “Tsk, tsk, this won’t do. I can’t have my favorite student mooch off me like this. Careful now, (Y/N), you don’t want me to stop this, now do you?” A worried expression surfaced on your face, resulting you to shake your head in desperation. “N-no, no…!!!” Gun’s eyes then narrowed dangerously onto you, replying to your reaction with, “Good. Now be an obedient girl, and let me stamp you first. I need to let others know that you’re mine…”

For minutes that felt like long hours, Gun continued to mark your entire back with hickies. The sensation of his prickling teeth piercing your skin, along with the suctioned feeling of his lips imprinting your, once cleared back, turned you into a whore lost in disorder. Allowing him to continue to rub his erection onto your wet folds that were basically dripping down in between your legs, and granting him the chance to maintain his teasing on your breasted bud that remained currently firm, he had finally stopped marking you. As he drew his head back from the last mark that he created, he also stopped pleasing you from your other two sweet spots, releasing you from his trapped touch entirely. Gasping in recovery from the overwhelming sensations of his gifted pleasure for you, you have gotten tired from holding yourself up, so you your upper weight fell onto the bed to rest your head. While his eyes sank onto your gorgeous back that was now marked with his love bites, he then took his hand from yours and lightly skimmed his fingers down every mark he made, as if proudly admiring his own beloved artwork. You responded to his touch, that led you to shiver all the way down to your burning core. Done with his own inspection on your perfect body, his mouth curved to a fulfilled smile announcing, “Are you ready, (Y/N)? You must be exhausted, holding yourself up like that for a while. Well, no matter. That won’t even compare to how worn out you’ll be after I’m done with you. But first, turn around and face me for a second.” His imperial power over you felt like he was controlling you with a remote. The words that he used to command you to get up were impressive, as you turned your whole body around by crawling on both your hands and knees. Once you stopped in front of him, his eyes locked onto yours in an instant. Gun’s pitch-black eyes drilled onto yours with authority, as he angled his hips towards you, to meet eye contact with his hard wood, erecting with its veins and the intense smell of alpha male pheromones.

“Wet it.”

Eyeing his mouthwatering cock in front of you, no second was wasted at that point. Creeping up towards him, you took his dick in your hand and brought your mouth down to his balls. Intrigued by your movements, Gun watched you very intently, as you began to drag your tongue along his balls all the way up to the tip of his manhood, looking up at him directly with seductive eyes. He groaned in response from your naughtiness while watching his own private getting special treatment from you. Shit, the look in your eyes was driving him insane. Right after you’ve gone through his whole length, you opened your mouth widely before taking all of him in, to blow him down. The way your cheeks puffed due to his huge bulge as you inhaled his lewd scent, gets your pussy wet and anxious for him to enter your well-deserved heat. The sounds of slurping and sucking flooded the room, with the both of you sharing symphonic moans of sexual gratification. The eye contact that you two had was intense. You never dared to look away from his eyes, as you fooled around with his juicy meat in your mouth. While pleasing him with your blessed mouth, his breathing became more audible from how he inhaled piercingly through his gritted teeth, while exhaling hotly. Gun didn't want to get drawn in any further to your mind-blowing head, since he did say to just wet it. Briskly, you felt his hand land on the back of your head gently and grab onto a fistful of your hair from behind. With supremacy, he told you off saying, "That's enough." Your eyes were taken aback due to how he wanted to end your little blowjob session without giving him any release. However, you didn't feel hurt by his change in attitude. Cooperatively, you gave one last suck on his sex organ before steadily releasing him, ogling him with your innocent puppy-dog eyes while doing so. The slobber of saliva left behind on his dick made Gun shiver a bit, due to how well you used your mouth. His eyes punctured yours strictly, giving one final command for you.

"Spit on my cock then turn around."

The thought of finally getting your kitty pounded by Gun's godly girth got your core quivering in excitement, yet you did manage to follow his order. You sat up on the mattress, now looming over his saturated private. With one long stare at his dick, you spat on him, adding more of your dirty bodily fluids onto his mess of a boner. As nasty as it may be, Gun watched closely at your saliva oozing down onto his own rod all the way down to his balls, which made him pulsate in ardor. Straight off the bat, you reverted back to your dog-like position then turned around to face the mirror. Gun then arranged himself behind your ass, then propped his phallus that was bathed in your own saliva, right onto your sopping slick. He rubbed your filthy cunt back and forth, provoking lewd creamy noises to dance among your ears. A coy smile sketched on his face, amused by the scene of you wheezing below him. Eyes weak, and chest feeling heavy, you panted out his name, "Yu- Ha… Zu- Ha… Ruuu~" Your broken speech let out a smug jeer out of him. "Oh, my pretty little minx~ You want my cock, don't you? Ah, but don't worry. I'll give you what you want because you've been such a good girl. MY good girl… Once I put it in, I'll fuck your brains out, just how you like it. I'll turn you into a blabbering mess, that I'll leave you struggling to keep up with my words. I'll make you feel so good, that you'll only think of me. I’ll even get you so fucked up, that I'll drill my cock inside of you as many times as you want, just so you won't stop thinking about me. No one else should even occupy your mind, because they don't deserve it. Actually, they shouldn't even have the right to. Because tonight, I have decided… that I'll make you MINE."

Right after the last word that he omitted, Gun did not hesitate to shove his own cock into you with one forceful thrust, almost knocking you forward. As he felt his own gonad hit your border, your cunt gripped his hardness once again, exhibiting a thrilled groan saying, “Yes, fuck… you’re so tight~” In reaction to his roughness you winced in surprise, as you clung onto the sheets once more, gripping them tightly to prepare yourself for what's about to happen once he starts moving. “You better prepare yourself well, (Y/N). I won’t be able to stop myself, even if you want me to.” His hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling your ass much closer to his groin. Gun inhaled and exhaled deeply, readying himself to mess you up real good, alongside a feeling of a sudden rush of adrenaline that is now coursing through his veins. When he withdrew his hips from your ass, his dick sheathed out towards the gateway of your fanny, leaving only the tip of his male sex to be buried into you. As his private slid through your slippery vagina, you spewed out a groan due to how you enjoyed him stretching your elastic walls out. However he got right into the gist of things, when he slammed his own hips onto you, one more time, receiving a scream of delight from you. Gun’s face contorted to an insane expression on his face, as he repeatedly plunged himself deep into you. You wailed in glee, feeling his hard features grind against your vulva. The method that he was utilizing by rolling his hips into you got you clawing your nails onto the bed, enduring the immense sensation of euphoria. Gun was experimenting with your body, trying to find out what spots would make you scream the most, as he tried to dig himself deeper into you with various angles. Up, down? Left, or… “AH~!!!” You let out a shriek of ecstasy, when he found the right spot to hit, from behind. Once he found it, he reached around to the foremost part of your womanhood then began to tease your clit while he pounds you from behind. An irksome idea popped up in his head, which roused him to interrogate you as he bucks his hips sloppily into your messy pussy.

“My dear slut, how much do you think of me?”

“A-a lot…”

“‘A lot’ ? Hm… not all the time? Well, I’m about to change that. You don’t need to worry about it. Then… have you ever thought about me after our little sinful sessions together?"

“Mmmm~ yes~!!”

You produced a snicker out of Gun, in which he started to flick your clit even faster than before, bringing out a loud whine from your mouth.

“Is that right? Then, you must've had dirty thoughts about me, yes? I wonder… why is that? For someone who’s constantly mad at me all the time, you really longed for me, didn’t you? Is it because you felt the tension between us all this time? Or maybe, you’ve never felt anything this good before? Do I spoil you THAT much? How about if I spoil you rotten, would you be happy with that?”

As you watched Gun bang you from behind aggressively, you stared at your own reflection. Your facial expressions of twisted rhapsody made you wonder…

I-is that… really me…?

Gun noticed that you were observing yourself getting fucked by him, which made him chuckle diabolically.

“Look at yourself, (Y/N)… Look at how well that I’m fucking you. No one could ever please you, like I can. I’ve basically mastered how your body reacts to me, and you’re already aware of that. So, if this is what makes you even more attracted to me, then…"

You could feel his breath in your right ear, as his face approached yours even closer in proximity. So did his expression changed, as well. His eyes transfixed onto your feeble eyes, whilst whispering into your ear, as if he’d been dying to tell you this for quite sometime now.

“Stay with me, (Y/N). I know that we’ve always been countering each other due to some of our differences, but I can’t afford to watch you go to someone else. Ever since you’ve been by my side, I’ve grown accustomed to you being there with me. I can’t let you out of my sight… or, more like… I can't lose you. So instead, just be mine…”

Gun continued to push onwards with his powerful thrusts, you felt his speed increase little by little, unveiling that knotted feeling in your stomach, preparing for a hard orgasm. He too, sensed that you were close, feeling your gummy walls oscillate around his pleasure stick. However, he believed that this wasn't enough for him to help relieve himself from his desirable high. He needed more.

"Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?"

"Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!"

Gun hummed in satisfaction, probing you with, "What else?"

"I'm s-sorry… I think I'm… Hah… g-going crazy…"

He persisted by saying, "Come on, (Y/N). Don't leave me hanging here. I said, 'WHAT ELSE'?"

Panting, you delivered your idolization for him, proclaiming, "I… n-never felt… this way b-before… Yu- mmm~ zuru…! Y-you're… so- ugh~ s-so big… That you f-feel… so g-good… i-inside me… ahn~! I'm a-addicted to… th-the way you… m-make me… like this… I-I c-can’t stop… th-thinking about it… agh~ th-thinking about YOU~! I-I'm s-sorry… for being so sh-shame… less… I w-want to… HNGH~! F-FEEL YOU MORE… AHHH~!! I WANT TO CUM AT THE… S-SAME TIME AS YOU…!! P-PLEASE, DON'T STOP~!!!"

For a man who had experience in pleasing many women, his touch was so divine, that it made you worship his dick so devotedly. How ironic, he thought. To be told by many that he was a demon, yet you praising him made him feel very godlike. Like a supernatural being, that was unworthy of ever radiating holy light. There was nothing but a dangerous dark glimmer in his eyes, that made him so possessive over you. His unholy Ultra-Instinct eyes shined down onto your beautiful frail figure, admiring how degenerated you were. Up to the point of being in wailing ruin, he spouted assertive words at you as he said, “Don’t you dare forget your own words, (Y/N). If you do, then I’ll fuck you over and over and over again, until you remember those exact words that you told me tonight. I won’t let anybody take you away from me, and I won’t hand you over to anyone. No… I want you to feel me more, and scream my name… You better make it loud and clear, for everyone to know who you belong to…”

Struggling to keep yourself up from the pushy jabs of his steely sex weapon into your poor cooch, the intensity of pleasure inside of you skyrocketed, as you endured the ecstatic sensation of him rearranging your guts in a blistering fashion. From the reflection of the two of you exploitatively colliding with each other’s sweaty bodies, Gun couldn’t rip his eyes off of you, seeing your sleazy face so ruined, from his own doing. Your mouth hung open with your tongue sticking out, dry heaving in thirst, as if extremely parched. Your eyes rolled back into your own eye sockets, from how well his own beastly phallus was treating you, so fucking good. Goddamn, even while slutted out, you always managed to get him ambitiously wanting for more. However, he gritted his teeth in frustration, because of how unaware you were for your disobedience towards him. Irritated, he then said through clenched teeth, “I told you to fucking scream my name out. Promiscuous woman…” He removed his hand from your clit and with multiple spanks onto your ass, your upper body jolted up towards the ceiling, making you scream out in response to his strikings.

“Yuzuru~! AHH- YUZURU~!! ACK- YUZURUUU~!!! HNGH- YUZURUUUUU~!!!!”

The volume of your bellowing reached to its maximum potential along with your ass cheeks clapping onto his balls, the sounds of the bed creaking roughly, and its headboard hitting the wall countlessly, because of Gun’s back-breaking movements. With every curved puncture onto your g-spot, you continued to chant his name repeatedly with full amplification, almost to the point of straining your own vocal chords.

Focused, Gun returned his hand to its initial position on your hip. Both of his hands pressed further onto your sides, as the buckling of his hips became even more monstrous than his previous thrusting. You took him by surprise, as you yelped while scratching your nails down onto the mattress in unbearable ecstasy. You kept going with your sweet chimes, making him murmur in an oppressive tone.

“Motto… motto… motto…” [もっと… もっと… もっと…]

Both of your dirty bits heated up during sexual friction, twitching and throbbing against each other. Gun felt his own hips tensing up as he now felt the desire to climax into you. With one final push, he gave an impregnable shove into your tight slushy pussy using his quivering member, coating your inner vaginal fortitude with his hot sticky cum, which ejaculated inside of you. Meanwhile, when he knocked his crown onto your cervix, your vagina vibrated around his stiffness, releasing your naughty cum on his drenched thickness. Sweating and fatigued from both of your shared efforts, your upper body fell flatly against the bed, with your ass still suspended up in the air. You were still pornographically connected to him until he finally decided to carefully recede himself from you. He watched as your cunt made one final attempt to hold onto his length, as your stretchy walls gripped onto him until it finally released him entirely. Damn, a pussy that gripped was no joke, he thought. The sloshing sound of releasing himself from within you made yourself curious. From between your bent knees, you peeked upside-down from underneath yourself to see his cock bouncing out from inside you after filling you up with his white seed nicely, piquing a soft moan from you and a hoarse grunt from Gun. As you can see from the outcome, you watched as your intermingling juices wriggled its way out of your womanhood and down your legs, dripping down towards the linen cloth of the bed.

While still trying to recollect yourself from your third round of sex, you breathed out in a controlled way. Despite you still laying on the bed with your rear still hanging in the air, you suddenly heard Gun said from behind you, “(Y/N), come here.” In an instant, you felt his tatted arms surround your waist, pulling you back up and onto his chest. Your face began to blush in an unsightly amount of red on your cheeks, as he laid himself back onto the pillows while allowing his chest to act as a cushion for you to lay on. Hesitantly, you snuggled up onto him while wrapping your arms around him in return, for a full embrace. Looking down at your tired face, he tucked some tresses of your free hair behind your ear and smoothed out your long locks for you gently, patting your head in the process. His soothing touches made you relax in contentment, unintentionally lulling you towards a deep slumber. Bringing your own body closer to him, you pressed yourself up against his naked body by using him as your pillow. Curious by your need for intimacy, Gun looked down at your drowsy state, nuzzling your own face onto his chest very cutely with your eyes now closed. His eyebrows then furrowed in disapproval, warning you by claiming, “Hey, (Y/N). You better not sleep now! We still got a lot of time left for me to-” As you sighed onto his chest, Gun was taken by surprise due to you saying these four words…

“Gun… I love you…”

Gun’s eyes magnified greatly, at your unexpected words, in which his gaze softened. His eyes dilated unknowingly with sweet passion, but little did you know, they had a hint of pity in his eyes. He grazed down the side of your face with the back of his hand, staring at you in a conflicting demeanor, resulting in him to whisper to your sleeping figure.

“You’re cruel, (Y/N). I have no idea what I should even do, with a woman like you. You fell in love with ‘Jong Gun Park’, yet you have no idea who I really am… Would you still ‘love’ me if I tell you who my true identity is…?”

As he held your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheek back and forth, he beheld your lucid condition affectionately like a love-sick puppy. For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of the words that he told Daniel Park that day…

It was better than the best night I had with any woman.

Was it really though? Feeling how ridiculous he now felt due to how he effortlessly said those exact words to Daniel Park, Gun snickered, never imagining that he could have a “change of heart”, as people like to call it. He sighed before bringing his lips onto your forehead fatuously, before mumbling to himself, “Sorry Daniel Park, but I was mistaken. This IS the best night I’ve ever had with a woman. And this woman, is… all mine.”

With those humane thoughts in Gun’s head, he decided to forgive your sleepiness for tonight. His exhausted eyes began to slowly shut themselves, which led him to cradle you deeply into his arms. It didn’t take long for him to follow you as well, as his eyes slowly shut to drift off into a completely relaxed sleep.

[End of Ch. XI]

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quinloki · 6 months

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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my second costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Buggy the Clown Warnings: None Notes: This is Buggy's event?!? What's he doing trying to JOIN it??

Word count: 689

“Are you sure?” Buggy asks, disappearing into the costume you’re holding open for him. It’s one of those horse style costumes meant for two people. Not that this one looks like a horse.

“I’m positive.” You insist. “You wanted to enter the contest, you thief, and so you have to do it undercover.”

“There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t participate.” He insists, moving around inside the costume with your help.

“Rules you wrote.” You point out. “No, not that way, put your left foot there, left hand here.”

“Why would I-?”

“Because you lift left and left and then right and right and it’ll look more natural for the costume.” You explain. “You’re holding up more parts by yourself than you’re used to with this, so don’t make it harder.”

“Hmph.” He grumbles, but does as you say. “What is this a costume of again? You said it was flashy.”

“It’s a mythological creature from one of the best stories of the winter season.” You answer, dodging the actual name of character on purpose.

“This is an Autumn event!” He nearly screeches.

“Ah stuff it, it’s an autumn event, but this is a flashy costume, and it suits you perfectly.” You insist, affixing a little reindeer tail to the backside of the costume. “Besides, you sprung this on me a little last minute, buster, you’re lucky I could pull anything together in the first place.”

You grumble the words from behind a row of pins in your mouth. Buggy looks over at you as you’re affixing the last few details into place. He smiles, even though you miss it, forever grateful that you put up with him so much. Putting the head piece on he settles into the costume a little better, but after a few minutes realizes there’s a small issues.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah, Bugs?” You say to let him know you heard him.

“It’s really stuffy in here.”

“… Hard to breathe?”

“A bit.” He says. You smile, he’s trying to not make your job harder, and you appreciate that, but you’d not only hoped for this outcome, you’d bet on it.

“Lemme pop the nose off the head piece and you can put yours in its place.” You say, moving around to the front of the costume, taking the head piece as he hands it over. A seam ripper and a tug removes the little plastic black nose, and lets you quick stitch the fabric down before handing it back. “There.”

“… It’s not going to ruin the costume?” He questions. You look up at him and see he’s legitimately concerned. Poor guy, always so self-conscious of his nose.

“Not at all, Bugs. Gonna make it more accurate, honestly.” You say reassuringly. “This mythological creature very naturally, just like you, had a red nose.” You’d long since learned a way to mention his nose and its attributes without throwing him into a frenzy. Your voice took on a specific, almost professor-style tone, and it seemed to flip a switch in Buggy’s brain that assured him you were just stating a fact, and not picking on him.

“He’d been unfairly teased for his nose too, but managed to win over those around him and save the winter festival of the time.” You finish your explanation and give Buggy a smile. “Kind of like you and how you’ve won over your crew so much.”

Buggy’s eyes start to water, and you put your hands up. “Don’t cry! I don’t have time to clean tear stains out of the fur! You’ve got to be out on stage in twenty minutes at the most, keep it together for me, okay?”

Buggy sniffles hard, looking up for a moment and taking some deep breaths as he nods a little. You give him a couple minutes and he gives you a small “thanks” as you go back to working on the costume. You don’t have much time, but you’re going to make the best Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer that you can.

And as luck would have it, you didn’t have to go about finding a red nose for the costume.

#costume contest stories #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece halloween #x reader #reader insert #buggy the clown #buggy one piece

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harleychick91 · 6 months

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SuperCorptober Day 22: Art

Friends To Lovers

“You seem rather perky today,” Lena grinned. “What is it?” Taking her normal seat on the couch, the businesswoman studied me. “Something good happen at work?”

Sitting, I unpacked our lunch. “Sort of. It does deal with work but not totally.” Pulling out my phone, I brought up a picture and gave my phone to Lena. “Have you heard of this new artist, Sarah Bennett? Some of her paintings are in the newest collection at the art gallery in town.”

“The one that opened last month?” A dark brow rose.

“Yes. I’ve saved a few pictures if you want to swipe through them. Beyond the woman’s name, there’s virtually zero information about her. Miss Grant wants me to find out who she is for an exclusive.”

Handing me my phone back, Lena nodded. “How do you plan to do that?”

Grinning, I shrugged. “I was hoping you knew something about her since you know people in the art world. Or maybe a lead on the type of art she does? My guess is that she orders all of the art supplies online and has them delivered so she can keep her identity secret.”

“Maybe she wants to stay hidden?” Lena offered. “Like Supergirl.”

“Possibly. If that is the case, I’d write the article without revealing too much.”

“You do have that talent,” the brunette smiled. “You always respect the person you’re interviewing and never write something they truly want to keep private.” Lena chuckled. “I’d know.”

“I do my best.” Looking back at the pictures, I chewed the inside of my cheek. “She captures her subjects in a way that’s incredible. Each detail is done with such care. With the amount of paintings in the gallery, she must have a studio somewhere in town.”

“It sounds like you have a crush on Sarah Bennett,” Lena teased. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Heat crept up my neck. “Oh, I don’t… It’s just…her art is…”

“Kara,” Lena placed a hand on my arm, “I’m joking. I’m glad you enjoy her art. If I find anything out, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” I smiled. “Now, let’s eat!”

“Yes,” the CEO laughed. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being late again.”

Xxx

A few days passed and I still had no leads on Sarah Bennett. Sighing, I stared at the blinking cursor on my empty word document. “Kara Danvers?”

Looking up, I raised my hand. “Over here.”

“I have a delivery.” Placing an 8x10 package on my desk, the man smiled. “Sign here.” Doing as asked, he tipped his hat. “Thank you. Have a good day.”

“You too.” Carefully, I unwrapped the brown paper. A soft gasp escaped my throat when I saw myself staring back. Oh, gosh. This is gorgeous! Unfolding a note, my cheeks flushed.

To my greatest admirer. This is how I see you. -Sarah B

Placing the note down, I picked up the painting. I look beautiful in this. Whoever this woman is, she sees me in a way I don’t see myself. I have to find her.

Walking past my desk, Winn stopped. “Wow. That’s incredible. Who’s it from?”

“Sarah Bennett.” I slid the note under my arm. “I guess she found out I’m a fan of her work.”

“Does Miss Grant know yet?” The man grinned. “She’s going to freak.”

“No. It just arrived.”

“Have fun dodging her,” he murmured.

Taking my lunch break, I kept thinking about the painting. I wish I knew more about her. If I knew something, anything, maybe I could find her. Grasping at straws, I found myself in front of the art gallery. Maybe the owner knows something.

Entering the gallery, I went to the new artist section. My jaw slacked seeing a new painting. It was two women, one blonde and one brunette, sitting at a small table at a local coffee shop. That looks like me and Lena.

“Kara, you’re back.” John, the owner, came to stand beside me. “It just arrived this morning. She named it: Friends To Lovers.”

My stomach dropped. How does she know?

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stardancerluv · 1 year

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By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part Two

Summary: Paul is eager to get aquatinted with the one who may be his future wife.

Notes: This is an AU take on Prince Paul. It will contain some supernatural elements to it. I wanted to have a bit of fun with this character. I hope you enjoy it! I got inspired to write this story while talking and such with @amethyst-serenade (you’re the best!)

Comments, ❤️s, reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you for reading.

Last night, the introductions had taken a terribly long time. There had been so many bows, long winded introductions that all the names and titles became a blur. There was always a strong sense of formality because of his mother. He had not only been introduced to you and your family, but he had introduced to several of those that had traveled with you as well. It would be a lot to remember, he mused.

Deep down, Paul knew he should focus more on some of those finer details, but you had caught his attention. He enjoyed simply watching you. It pleased him, when he noticed that your ladies in waiting were not rigid or formal towards you. It appeared that even one or two appeared to have warmth towards you; it reminded him of what he had with Panin. This pleased him.

He had always hated how dismissive his mother was to hers. Heck, most of the time she showed distain towards him, could he really expect her to he any different to the servants.

When all of you finally sat down for the feast his mother had elaborately prepared, he relished having a chance to sit across from you. In the flickering of the candlelight, your eyes had met a few times. He believed that you had genuinely flushed under his gaze.

When he had greeted you in the hall, he could have sworn that a dusting of pink had not sprinkled onto to your cheeks. His heart picked up speed, at the thought that you could possibly be as pleased with his appearance as he was with yours. This caused an excitement in him that har made it hard for him to eat.

With the sun barely in the sky today, he managed to slink downstairs, even Panin had not seen him. Once there he eagerly devoured some warm bread and some jam.

Climbing back up the stairs back to his quarters, he decided that he would wear what pleased him. He would not allow his mother to dress him, he was not a child. Eyeing his coats, today he would go with his favorite, the blue one.

A sharp knock cracked on the door, it invaded his thoughts. He inhaled sharply,

“Paul, your highness may I have entrance?”

Paul exhaled and a brief relief filled smile crossed his face.

“Come in.”

With a hushed whisper the door opened. He knew the voice before glancing in his mirror to see his trusted, Panin. He smiled broadly meeting the older man’s eyes in the mirror. “Good morning.”

“You have some pip in you, your highness.”

“Panin.” He made a face.

“Paul.”

Paul smiled. “Can you blame me? She is lovely.”

“She is that.” The man agreed.

“The cameo and drawing did not do her justice, she is quite lovely.” He continued, as he pulled on his vest, Paul turned to him.

He loved and respected his father and his memory, a man he barely knew, Panin was one of very few he trusted. He was one of the few people he felt that he could talk with freely.

“You will finally get to truly court her today, Paul.”

Paul, nodded. “I look forward to talking to her, Panin.”

“I’m excited for you.” The man paused.

“Yes, I overheard your mother discussing her.”

He finished the last button on his vest. “Oh? Was it favorable?” He inhaled prepared for the worst.

Panin nodded. “Actually, yes.”

“So do I want to know?” He slipped on his blue coat, a small smile playing on his lips. Sometimes, when being under the thumb of his mother it was the little things that could make him smile.

“She made some remarks about how pleasant her face is and how she has a decent curve to her hips. How they should be good in carrying children.”

“She isn’t wrong, she does have a very nice face.”

The man stepped closer to him. “There is something, I observed that you should be aware of.”

Paul eyed him. “And what was that?”

“When you looked upon her over the course of the feast, I do believe she actually would flush from time to time.”

“Oh, that is a keen observation Panin, thank you for telling me.” In his excitement, his heart leapt in his chest. He was grateful that he had just wished so hard that he had fooled himself into seeing it.

“It’s a good sign your highness.”

He nodded. “Yes, it truly is.”

******

Feeling confident, and light on his feet Paul straightened his sleeves, and finally decided to leave his chambers. At very least, he hoped to avoid his mother. She’d make him change or worse. He did not wish for her to extinguish his good spirits.

As he came down the stairs, he spotted you and a smile soon spread across his face. One of your ladies in waiting, saw him first. He watched as she said something in a rusher manner say something to you, hurriedly you replied to her as a smile soon curled your own lips. His heart felt as if it could chase a pony as you glanced up at him.

Willows may have a particular grace as a breeze blows through its branches but watching you bowed before him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He dare it all left him very besotted. He could hope his cheeks were not to deep a shade of scarlet. He did not wish for his emotions to be so easily read.

Once in front of you, he gave you a bow as well. Glimpsing up at you as he rose he saw the pink hue in your cheeks. So there in the light of the morning, he had seen it. His elation, bubbled in him like a wonderfully dry champagne.

“My serene lady, the day has merely began and I would love to show the gardens.”

“Oh, your highness that would be exquisite.”

His heart had squeezed, he had worried your Russian wouldn’t be particularly strong, but your tongue moved and twined like vines in an arbor.

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camisala01-art · 4 months

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If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been drawing digitally? I’m just starting to learn on procreate and if you have any tips on practicing and improving I would love to hear them! Your art style is really lovely, and happy new year!

Hello! Happy New Year to you too🥰

I’ve been drawing digitally since 2016 i think? So it’s been a while. I first used a wacom and paint tool sai, but switched to procreate in 2020 (it took me a while to get used to drawing on an ipad lol).

Anyways, for me the key to improving is to practice a lot, i know everyone says the same thing…but it’s true! I sketch a lot on paper using different reference photos i find interesting. I also use a lot of references for my art in general! It helps me understand better the human body. To practice you can trace them and study them, to understand better how everything works; it doesn’t have to be perfect but just enough for you to get more comfortable drawing! Pinterest is your best friend here lol (i also love using different medias so i dont get tired of drawing digital; like i be sketching with coloured pencils, crayons, watercolours…and sketching people, food, animals….just different things to keep my mind active and creative!!!!)

What I also do is find different artists that i love and take note on how they draw certain things. For example, back when I first started PhantomRin and Taratjah were the first artists i followed and i LOVED how they made everything (of course they have very different artstyles but i took small details and tried adding them to my own style! Same goes to Laia Lopez (itslopez), i love how she draws hair, so i try to draw my hair kind of the way she does. Of course it may or may not look similar, but it’s my own take on that. Idk if any of this make sense. But basically also use other artist as inspiration! (But do not trace their art please!!!)

Also, for sketching I use a bright pink! I think it helps me sketch better than using black or greys hehe but it’s a personal choice! And for line art i use a grainy soft brush instead of a very hard and stiff one. It’s less overwhelming for me.

Now to finish all this, I think for me drawing Shadowhunters art was the thing that inspired me the most. So if you are obsessed with something like me that will help too🤣 draw what inspires you! Sketch a lot! Have fun! Try drawing something or sketching every week (or every day!)

I’m answering this before going to sleep so I really hope any of this make sense lol I’m here to answer any other questions you might have!!! 💞💞💞

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onewmin · 1 year

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 4 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, descriptions of blood and gore, profanity, mental issues, angst, clichés, typos, the reader’s confused about everything. Everything's described from the reader's pov, so if you don't get something or the narration seems blurred - that's the purpose lol

Author’s note: it took me long to finish this part, idk why. The way the story develops may seem too slow, but that's the goal, actually. And I'm a fan of slow narration, so it is what it is. Next part will be more action-packed, I swear 🫣 Hope you enjoy!! tell me what you think <3

P.S. I’m still taking requests for the taglist, so if you want to be on it, hmu 😙

Part 3 | Part 5

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Having said rushed goodbyes to Yugyeom, you flew out of the coffee shop and sprinted in the direction of the hospital. The voice in the back of your head squeaked, scolding you for leaving him in such a manner, but you didn’t really care. He woke up. He was okay.

Despite being out of breath and feeling pain in your legs, you kept on running, as if you had to bolt from the police. Another elevator ride — shit, you should have just taken the stairs — and you were the first one to get out the second it stopped at the necessary floor.

Chan’s parents and Minho weren’t there; you assumed, in the quick observation of the hall, they had either been in the hospital room with him or with the doctor. Whatever.

You stopped only at the room’s entrance, catching your breath. Through a small glass window in the door, you saw Chan, sitting on his bed with the phone in his hands. Alone.

Breathe in, breathe out. You tried to briefly fix your hair, in a desperate attempt to make it less messy from the running. Taking another deep breath, you pushed the door, making your presence visible to him too.

You closed the door and just stood there, gawking at him. He raised his eyes at you, slowly. Holding this eye-contact, your palms started sweating, and you automatically wiped them on your pants, every small action of yours followed by Chan’s gaze.

He hissed, standing up; pressing his hand to his left side, Chan didn’t break the eye contact, staring at you as if he’d been trying to catch every meticulous detail of your face.

Your eyes welled up at the sight of him, physically broken because of you. The guilt that had risen on the day of the accident was the only feeling you didn’t suppress; to be honest, you weren’t able to get rid of her. She was eating you alive, mouth full of blood from your torn apart heart, agonizing you with the blame you had put on yourself. If you hadn’t sent those texts, he wouldn’t have got into the accident. If you had waited for one more day, maybe, just maybe, he would have been okay now.

But he was there. Bandages on his head, bandages on his hands, but he was there. Bruised, broken but alive. Conscious.

The breath was knocked out of your lungs during the next few steps you made. Chan was standing there, still, waiting; your height difference was nothing — just your nose slightly brushing the bridge of his — and your hands cupped his cheeks cautiously. You were so scared to bring him more pain that every move of your body had to be calculated.

Following his gaze, that darted from your eyes to lips, you took a final leap before your jump off the cliff’s edge, a jump you’d be making to finally let your feelings intertwine with his. You were in love with each other, and you both knew it. So you were jumping not into an abyss, you were getting ready to jump into a lake, with warm water, opal sky above it. You were jumping into your personal heaven.

Your mouths collided messily; the salty tears mixing up with Chan’s taste. He might have had something sweet to eat before, so it was even more addictive. You moved your lips carefully, afraid to scare him away. Palms pressed to his cheeks, you felt a hand on your waist. He responded to a kiss, slowly pecking your lips before taking control. His lips were chapped, and you could touch every small bite he’d made just by moving your lips.

Kissing Chan had always been something you craved, craved even more than sex. The first kiss with him was like a first shot of tequila, warmness spreading inside your chest, intoxicating taste pushing you to the brink of dizziness, always desiring and taking more. But this time… It was relieving, needy; it was as if you’d been lying amidst a desert, suffering from drought for years before a teary, salty rain blessed you with another day. You were going to live.

You broke the kiss, fogged up glasses forbidding to see Chan’s face without a blur. He was looking at you, and that was enough.

“I thought I lost you”, you whispered in his lips, hands still on his cheeks. A half-smile from him, a smile you missed so much, a smile that was a drop of water in your endless thirst.

Chan leaned in, his lips brushing over yours; and you were there, parting your lips to taste him again, to kiss him at any possible moment, whenever he felt like it.

But before you could drown in him yet again, Chan pulled away, smile fading.

“Don’t”. His hands were on yours, removing them softly.

“Sorry”, you sniffed, taking your glasses off and wiping them with the hem of your shirt. “You can’t move a lot, and this… This is too much for someone, who…”.

“No”. He sat back down on the bed, eyes scanning you. “Don’t ever do that again”.

What? “What?”

A touch on your shoulder, the one you’d become familiar with lately, slowly pushed you back, tugging, as if he was making you leave the room.

“No”, you brushed Minho’s hand off. “What are you saying?”

Only then you noticed the bore he stared at you with, the exhaustion in his sighs signaling he was already done with the conversation.

Dumbfounded, you stood there, gawking at him and thinking your ears were lying to you. He could not have said that, right? Not right after you two kissed, no. Right?

Lee Know finally managed to take you from the room to the hall, closing the door behind him. Taking you by the hand, he dragged you in the direction of the hospital cafeteria. He pulled the chair, sat you down and ferociously plopped oppositely.

“I have no answers”, he uttered, fingers tapping on the table surface.

“What-“

“No answers”. He repeated. “He’s been like that since the moment he woke up. Grumpy, angry. Made his mom cry. Little shit”, he mumbled.

“I don’t understand, he, uh…” You were staring at your hands, fingers fiddling the ring Chan once gave you. “He-“

“Yeah, I saw”. Minho leaned back on the chair. “He didn’t wake up when I texted you. It happened two hours earlier”.

You raised your eyes, gazing at him. What the fuck?

“One of the things he ‘ordered’ me to do was not to text you. Said he didn’t want to see you”.

“But… But he kissed me back”, you uttered.

“Look”, Lee Know grabbed your hands. “I don’t know what’s going on in his head, really. But I swear”, he squeezed your palms in his, “we’ll find out. He stresses me out too”.

“Did he say… Was he like that to you?”

“Oh yeah”, he huffed. “Said I was too annoying, ‘cause I asked if he was okay. Oh, and said that I worry too much”. Minho leaned back on his chair again. “Can’t believe this asshole”.

“What about his parents?”

“Even a better story here”. Minho turned his head to look out of the window. “Told they could go back to their trip, said he doesn’t need them here”.

“Is he?..”

“What? Got his brain damaged too much? I have no fucking clue”, an exhausted sigh left his mouth. “Shit, sorry, I know I’m not supposed to talk like that, but.. I don’t know. It’s not him”.

You just sat there, gaze focused on the trees outside the building. The wind was blowing through the leaves, the sky had become grey, foretelling the rain in the next few moments.

You did take the leap to jump off the cliff’s edge, however, you didn’t get into the warm water with the opal sky above it; it was a mirage, something you wished to see. In reality, the jump turned into a falling, and your desperate attempts to grab at something didn’t prevent the fatality that expected you. You were falling into the abyss, again. This time, though, you felt like you wouldn’t come back.

“He said something..”, Minho mumbled. “I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but now..”

Your response was to keep looking out of the window.

“He said he was tired of everything. Like it was too much.”

“Are you making this up now just to make me feel better?”

Lee Know huffed, but didn’t answer. You, on the other hand, had no fucking idea what was going on.

“I gotta go”, you stood up, taking the bag in your hands. “I’ll be late to work”.

As you turned around and started walking away, Minho suddenly grabbed you by the hand, forcing you to stop.

“Come at visiting hours later”, he said quietly. “I’ll try to talk to him”. You nodded and left.

Walking out of the hospital, cold raindrops touched your hair. It was supposed to be summer rain, you thought. Now it was cold, sunless and absolutely stupid. Stupid ‘cause you didn’t take an umbrella.

Everything was a blur: your subway ride, a walk to the office, pointy-looking colleagues. The only things echoing in your ears were the stomps you made. As you sat down in front of the computer, all of the sounds disappeared. It was just that annoying shit he said in your head now.

“Don’t ever do that again”.

The fuck, Chan? What the actual fuck?

“Hey”, a cooing voice from outside your head asked. “Are you alright?”

Nodding absentmindedly, you clicked on the file you’d gotten earlier. Just do your job, you can do it automatically. You don’t need to think.

But you were still falling. Falling into the pit, into the abyss; and you had no idea what was there, except for the black, viscous quagmire. A long way down, indeed, as you had still not fallen. You wished you had, though — it would’ve been easier to… To what, actually? What? You were absolutely oblivious to what had happened. What had possessed Chan’s head so that he would change his mind, doing a full 180?

“He’s in love with you”

“Don’t ever do that again”.

A bloody mess inside your head, the Guilt, who was following you around like a shadow, was losing her position, losing her face to… Nothing. There wasn’t anything, but the mixture of every other emotion you could have had. Pain, hurt, anger, confusion, love, pity — you name it.

“Are you okay?” A soft touch on your shoulder — Eunjoo and her questions again. “You have been sitting like that for the past five minutes”.

‘Like that’ was with your hands covering your face, water from the wet hair dripping on the desk.

“I need to use the bathroom”, the urge to run away was overwhelming — for some reason, you couldn’t bear the thought of Eunjoo (or anyone else, for god’s sake) comforting you. It just… Wasn’t you. You never cried or shared your intimate problems with Eunjoo, even though she was you best and only friend, besides Chan. And if the idea of sharing with him, who you’d known for years, was your personal hell — what to say about Eunjoo? It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her; you were just used to friends devaluing your feelings, so while making new ones, you tended to keep your mouth shut.

Who’s interested in my problems anyway? One step forward, two steps back, your therapist stated. You didn’t disagree.

You stood in front of the mirror, hands pressed into the marble surface of the sink; some of the girls, who worked in the building, were chatting in the background. Their high voices and melodic laughs reminded you of birds chirping, but that was another nonsense you used to distract yourself with. The way those girls laughed wasn’t and never would be your main concern. At least, it wasn’t one now.

But it weren’t you if you didn’t think about anything but the fucking elephant in the room.

“Hey”. Eunjoo was there, again: hands on you shoulders, and a concerned look in her eyes, which you could see through the reflection in the mirror. “What happened?”

You shook your head, looking at the sink again, trying to hold back tears. Shit, no matter how much therapy you’d got, showing your emotions to those who cared was still the hardest thing to do.

“Did something happen to Chan?”

Ah shit. Her saying his name broke you eventually. Looking at Eunjoo through the mirror, you shook your head again, tears falling down your face.

“Oh, honey”. She pulled you in, wrapping her hands around your shoulders. Her head on yours, and you collapsed in her arms, tears muffled by her shoulder. She was the first girl friend of yours that saw this side of you. Broken, tired, confused. Everything and all it once.

Your cries eventually fade away, leaving you resting your forehead on Eunjoo’s shoulder and arms wrapped around her waist. You could’ve stayed there until you calmed down, but the smell of her perfume was too suffocating for you to keep on inhaling.

“Oh, you shirt”, you said quietly. “I’m sorry”.

“Do not be”, Eunjoo smiled, hands rushing to cup your cheeks. “I will wear it proudly, because I found out something about my best friend today”.

“What’s that?”

Eunjoo pressed her forehead to yours. “She is not a robot. She is actually a human, who can cry”.

You huffed and smacked her shoulder, turning the water on to make your face look less red from crying. “You’re not funny, you know that?” You mumbled.

“I am very funny. Hilarious, some people say”. She held your hair in a ponytail so that it wouldn’t get wet; before Eunjoo you used to be that friend, who held the hair, made sure everyone got home safely and didn’t get into trouble. Eunjoo was the one to make sure you were okay, too. And in that exact moment, with the two of you standing in the office’s bathroom, Eunjoo giving you paper towels and still keeping her hand on your shoulder — in that moment you realized how much of a great friend she was. It almost made you cry again.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You gave her a half-smile. “I’ll tell you at lunch break. Okay?”

After the break, Eunjoo’s gasps, swearings at Chan and advice you felt a bit better. Or worse. Shit, you had no clue what you felt.

“He’s still traumatized from the accident”. Eunjoo said. “Also, I’ve heard that people wha have been in coma have these… weird reactions to things. It is like they have been on the verge of life and death and woke up with different values”.

You kept on chewing on your carrot, nodding to Eunjoo’s words. You didn’t believe in supernatural, or people seeing god while being in coma — but was there another way to explain his behavior?

“Or maybe he is just confused”. She stated, sipping on her coffee. “Imagine you just woke up from an accident and someone is kissing you already”.

“It’s not like he didn’t kiss me back”, you uttered.

“Maybe it was a reflex?”

You let out an annoyed sigh, leaning back on the chair. “Do you have such a reflex, Eunjoo? Do you kiss people back when they kiss you?”

“I meant”, she continued quietly. “A reflex to you. To your actions”.

“Yeah, sure. I’d rather believe he’d met god and he told him to celibate to get into heaven, and that’s why he’s like that”.

Eunjoo sighed. “Has it occurred to you that maybe he really wants to put an end to it?”

You let out a nervous laughter in response to her words. The worst outcome that could be, to be honest. Yes, you were the one to text him, the one who wanted to stop seeing each other. But it wasn’t because you didn’t love him — it was because you loved him too much to take it anymore. And what Minho said…

Yeah, you agreed that Chan was confused. Because, for what other reason would he say such things to you? He had never, ever, been rude to you, and now what? He decided to become an asshole all of a sudden? Didn’t seem like him.

Sitting in front of your computer, you absentmindedly twisted the necklace in your fingers. Your brain was so tired of thinking about Chan that you started wondering how different things could be if you just accepted Yugyeom’s offer many years ago. If you had moved to New York to him, continued your writing career there, lived in a tiny shared apartment… If you had done that, who knows, maybe you’d be much happier now. There would be no Chan, no pain he caused you, and no harm done to him. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t even be friends. Maybe.

Your thoughts darted from the aching images of that unrealistic past you could’ve had with Yugyeom to the dark present you shared with Chan. What your future held was a secret, sealed so carefully you couldn’t even imagine where to start.

“Do you want me to come with you?”, Eunjoo asked while the two of you were walking to the subway.

“No. Minho would be there, so I’ll be okay”.

Lies. You wouldn’t be okay, there was no possible scenario in which you’d feel alright. Though, there was one with a happy ending, however, you didn’t seem to believe it would come true. Your gut was screaming again, completely confident it was yet another jump from the cliff’s edge. Only this time this whole mess should be resolved, so that you could finally end the falling into the abyss or be pulled back. No other options.

Every step from the subway station to the hospital seemed like your last one. What was in Chan’s mind? And, what’s more important, what the hell was going on in yours? Since the very morning you had been dissociating from everything but Chan. Although, you’d feel better dissociating from him too.

He’d made a mess out of you yet again. As if it hadn’t been enough to make you hooked on crumbs of affection he gave you, Chan got you completely fucked up when he rejected you. You tried to chalk that up to his condition, you did; but how bad his concussion had to be to make him behave like that?

Was it your guilt eating you up again?

Every thought in your head was multiplied by two the second you saw Minho sitting near Chan’s hospital room, eyes closed.

“Are you meditating?”

He opened his eyes to give you an exhausted look — the one that made any attempt to joke disappear. Dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, Jesus, when was the last time he got a good night’s sleep?

“I wish”, he replied quietly, rubbing his eyes. “I spent three hours talking to him. Never thought I had this much to say”. Minho chuckled.

“What did you say?”

“A lot”. He stood up to face you. “He’s not the talkative one today. But I think, I convinced him to speak to you too”.

Oh shit. The door handle was never as hot as it was at that moment.

Chan was sitting on the chair, looking at the view through the window. He seemed too bright in the white light of the hospital room, chest rising and falling with every breath he took. The cardigan you knitted a couple of years ago was on his shoulders, making you think that maybe he did still care; he was wearing your gift after all. You remembered how he put it on for the first time, saying it would be his favorite thing to wear. He didn’t wear it much, though. In your vivid imagination there were dreamy thoughts of him keeping it in his drawer, so that it wouldn’t get ripped accidentally — you projected yet another thing on Chan. That he, possibly, cared about you so much, he kept the cardigan you spent three months on far from dirt and dust. You probably were wrong.

“Hey”. You hesitated to move from the door further into the room, scared he’d reject you again.

Chan turned and looked at you; his piercing gaze was burning a hole in your head, and you wondered if you could make it out alive tonight. Physically — yes, but emotionally? Your gut was confident you’d be wrecked after this conversation. Or you were imagining a bad outcome yet again. Nothing had happened yet. Calm down.

“Minho’s lectured me already”.

A cold tone in his voice again. “I’m not here to lecture you. I just wanna talk”.

“Then talk”.

“Chan…” You sighed. “Just… Tell me what’s wrong. I just don’t unders-“

“You texted me, remember?” He slowly stood up. “You said you wanted to end it, remember?”

“Chan, I-“

“How was it that you put it?” He was standing there, just mere inches between you. But your back was glued to the door, and he didn’t move forward from his place near the bed. So close, yet so far. “Oh, right. Whenever you’re around, I just feel more alone”.

You gulped. Shit. “I didn’t mean it like that”.

“D’you think I’m an idiot? What else could you mean?”

“I, uh”, closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, “I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be… Couldn’t love you anymore, knowing you didn’t… Didn’t feel the same”.

Wow. Actually saying that? Felt like a weight off your shoulders, a weight you’d been carrying for ages. Texting was one thing, but looking into his eyes and deliver the line was somehow phenomenal.

“Why are you here then? Get out if I’m such a horrible person”. A scathing tone of his voice covering up something else, something deeper inside. You couldn’t figure out what.

“Stop it”. You replied firmly. “Turn this bullshit off. Why are you acting like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like someone else”.

“Oh”, you followed every move he made, from narrowing his eyes at you to crackling his knuckles. “So I’m not that desirable when I’m not dancing to your tune?”

He let out a chuckle; you wanted to kill him instantly. Did he really need to be metaphoric to spit poison at you?

“When did you do that?” You didn’t expect the tone of your voice to be so demanding. “When did you dance to my tune, huh? Isn’t it the other way round?”

He sat down on the bed, hands covering his face. You had absolutely no idea of what was going on. Was it all in your head, a hallucination? This whole day, the way he spoke to you, the way he made you feel?

“You were right, we should end it”. He responded to the message you’d sent weeks ago, absolutely ignoring the words you were saying just now. “We won’t work it out”.

“Chan, please”, you didn’t even catch the moment when you got on your knees on the floor beside the bed, “talk to me. Why are you being like this?”

He watched the tears falling down your face and cupped your cheek, wiping them with his thumb. “Because we only hurt each other, tiger”.

“No. It’s not true”.

“It is”, he stammered. “I hurt you with… With all of this mess. I didn’t realize you were in love with me. And I didn’t realize I was in love with you too”.

He laughed nervously. “Minho has told you already, right?”. You nodded, eyes still focused on him. “Knew it”.

“Chan-“

“Let me finish, please”, he answered softly, “I want you to know”. He stopped, taking a deep breath and exhaling — every move still bringing him pain.

“I think, I, uh… I think, we just don’t work. Not like a couple. And we never worked out as friends either”. He drew a breath. “‘Cause I’ve been in love with you the moment we met, I think”.

What?

“It took me long enough to understand it. And when I realized you reciprocated, I, uh, I… I didn’t know what to do. ‘Cause the thrill, it kinda expired, y’know?”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed again. “You know that… You know that I, uh… Shit, I’ve never said it out loud”, he let out a laugh, fidgeting in his seat. “I like the first steps, ‘getting the girl’ type of thing. And when I get her, it.. It gets boring”.

An arrow pierced through your chest, almost hitting the heart. A painful tingling, followed by a bloody spot appearing on your white shirt. He was merciless in his honesty, wasn’t he?

“When you said you had feelings for me, I wanted to, uh, I wanted to make sure it was true so that I knew what to do next”.

“Do you know now?”

He went silent for a moment. “Yes”. Your heart dropped to your stomach in a desperate attempt to avoid another arrow being shot in its direction. In those seconds of complete silence you prayed to every god to make it all a bad dream. It couldn’t be real. Not with Chan, no.

“And?”

“We need to break up. To stop it all”.

You took a deep breath before standing up to your feet. Looking at Chan, you didn’t notice a slight sign of tears or sorrow on his face — he just observed you, emptiness in his eyes. Every little thing you used to see, the gentleness, the love — it was all gone. Or maybe it was never there. Maybe, probably, you just wanted to see those feelings being there. Could it be possible that he really only wanted you when you didn’t love him? Was he that cruel, to leave you the second you reciprocated?

A tingling in your chest turned into a hole, left by dozens of arrows released into your heart. Every word he said turned into a weapon to kill you. And now inside your rib cage there was nothing but a bloodbath made from what used to be your heart just minutes ago. You could do nothing — even though you wished your tears ricocheted as daggers in response to his ruthlessness.

“You should’ve told me you were like this”. You went poker-faced (so you hoped) and Chan’s face darkened, as if he hadn’t just hurt you in the worst way possible.

“I’m sorry”.

“Sorry won’t fix anything”, was it you speaking? Seemed as if you heard that voice for the first time in your life. “You’re saying this bullshit, but for some reason you questioned, you wondered if your feelings for me were real. If they weren’t, would you run to see me?”

“It’s not the case-“

“Answer me”.

The orotund voice of yours, that neither you nor Chan had heard before, must have startled him, as he glanced at you in shock. Maybe that was the side of the real inner persona you were looking for — demanding, even when hurt. Although, the only thing you craved for was to collapse on the floor and beg him to love you back. Perhaps, if you hadn’t been that pathetic previously, Chan would reciprocate the feelings in the present.

“I already said why I did what I did. I wanted to make sure they were true so that I could end it. I wanted to figure out what I felt”.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?”

A look in his eyes that you managed to catch in those mere seconds was unknown. It was a stranger watching you and shaking his head in response to your words. A man that was once on every mural in the temple of your heart became a stranger in a snap of the fingers.

“You could have just told me. Set a fucking boundary”. You clenched your fists as your voice grew louder. “You could, should have told me you were a heartless piece of shit”.

“You should have seen it coming”, he replied calmly. “You saw how each of my relationships ended”.

You nodded, gulping, forbidding yourself from being vulnerable in front of him ever again. “I was in love with you to foresee you’d treat me the same way. And you were my best friend, after all. I just wanted to be someone you could love”.

“To think”, you continued after picking your bag from the floor, “to think I’ve done so many things, changed so much to get you to love me, and you still… And you still never look my way”. You let out a breathy chuckle, almost losing your face. “Although you did, but only when I didn’t love you, right?”

He sighed. “Please, just… Don’t make a scene. I only told you that to get it off my chest”.

Cruel. Heartless. In your worst nightmares you couldn’t imagine him saying these things. But he did.

“I’m not making anything. I’m fact”, you turned to face the door, “I won’t bother you ever again. You can move onto the next girl to have unrequited feeling for”.

Slamming the door, you almost sprinted to the exit, to avoid talking to Minho, to escape this place you grew accustomed to. You only wanted to be alone.

How could a person change so drastically in mere minutes? Chan you had just talked to wasn’t the one who was as familiar as your own mind. In all those years you’d been friends he had never behaved this way.

“Not to you”, that inner voice of a conspiracy theorist rose from the ashes again. “Don’t forget what he told you about his break up once”.

“I just, uh.. I dunno. It’s like I lose interest whenever a girl falls for me for real”.

Every word now engraved in your mind, engraved there for eternity. The man in that hospital was still Chan, and you were still you too. But now your favourite “friends to lovers” trope turned into dust. In a split second you and him were strangers again, and there was no second chance for the two of you to meet in the writing club once again.

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